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Saturday, December 22, 2007

On the tenth day of Kissmas...Sylvia Hubbard

Sex, Lies and Family Ties
by Sylvia Hubbard

Grae used Ezekiel’s large shirt to wrap around her body when she finally decided to answer nature’s call in the middle of the night. It was four a.m. and she couldn’t ignore her bladder until morning.

Quietly, she walked to the bathroom down the hall, but she heard noise in the great room. Her curiosity was peaked and she decided to see who was in there. Deep down she was hoping she could get more insight on the relationship between Dana and Tyrone. Or at least kill the curiosity that was gnawing at her inside. If Dana were alone, Grae would ask her if she was sleeping with Tyrone.

Covering her gasp as she looked around the corner, keeping her body in the blackness of the hall, Grae saw Dana and Tyrone in the kitchen together. They were naked and Tyrone was holding her on the counter, driving himself up into her as if he hadn’t made love in years. His hard thrusts shook the whole countertop, but Dana
didn’t complain. She reveled in the quaking thrusts immensely, holding onto him tightly for the
ride, orgasming repeatedly and soon he joined her.


Ezekiel had to have suspected it was true, which was why he called Dana a whore.
Grae was about to go back to her bedroom to try to hold her pee until the morning, until she heard a voice from the couch. Since the back of the couch was facing Grae, she didn’t even know someone had been lying on it.

“When you two are done, I’d like my wife back,” Jerome said in a teasing tone, sitting up.

Dana giggled as Tyrone growled, “She’s my wife too, dammit.”

“Only in Canada.” Jerome stood entirely naked and Dana untwined her body from Tyrone’s as Jerome came over to her to carry her effortlessly back to the couch.

They kissed deeply as if she had not just been with another man seconds ago and Grae watched in pure shock, really unsure if she should be disgusted or strangely aroused at the intimate scene.

Jerome laid her down on the couch and then laid over her. Grae heard Dana moan in titillation as Jerome entered her. He also disappeared for a moment and Dana’s groans of pleasure became louder. Tyrone came over to the couch and Dana reached up and fondled Tyrone’s softened manhood. Jerome was stroking himself inside of her with more momentum.
Tyrone’s manhood thickened soon and somehow Dana’s head came over the arm of the couch as Tyrone lowered his shaft down into her mouth.

Grae rushed quietly back into the bedroom not believing what she had witnessed.

“Are you okay?” Zeke asked, coming awake.

She couldn’t even begin to explain to him why she was upset because she couldn’t even understand what she had just seen. Controlling herself, Grae said in a forced calm voice, “Yes. I just have to pee.”

He sat up, still naked and walked over to her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Ezekiel questioned.

Shaking her head, she collapsed against his body. “She was with both of them!” Grae desperately whispered. “At the same time!”

He just held her close not saying a word.

Looking up at him, she asked, “You knew?”

“It was explained to me by Tyrone in a detailed letter, after I called her a whore.”

“And they accept… each other sharing her?”

“People have their vices. They’re brothers who are madly in love with the same woman. They adjust and live happily. He’s my friend and I’ve never seen him so happy before.” He guided her to a private bathroom inside their room, which Grae had not noticed before. “Are you sleepy?”

“Not anymore.”

“Good. I’ll be in there in a moment.”

She used the bathroom and freshened up before he joined her. After a passionate kiss, he turned the shower on and guided her inside. He kept his back to the water so it wouldn’t get in her hair and they washed each other without washcloths –leaving no inch of skin untouched. Grae could never imagine doing this with any man other than Ezekiel Chambers. If they weren’t
kissing, they were touching. Either way, they were arousing each other until on
Ezekiel’s second time washing her; he fell to her knees and pressed his mouth
against her moins. Every inch of her conscience screamed for her to stop him, but
her body didn’t as he raised a thigh over his broad shoulder and further delved his
wonderful mouth between her womanly folds.

She tasted like sweet white chardonnay warmed to perfection and spilling over
on his lips and running down his chin. He hadn’t meant to go this far, but it was as if
her body was calling him for his touch – his taste – everywhere!

He tried his best to bury his face between her legs, voraciously laving her.

“Zeke!” she cried entwining her fingers in his thick dark hair as her nerves
pulsed as if a powerful electric bolt hit her like Mack truck.

Grae screamed at the top of her lungs not caring if the whole world heard her.

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  • At 10:59 AM, Blogger Vanessa A. Johnson said…

    Dman, Sylvia...2 brothers, 1 woman...at one time....Wow!

  • At 11:32 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Now I see why Yahoo.com is going crazy. Ya'll need to stop! Sylvia you're gonna get kicked out of the mother club.


    minnie e

  • At 2:19 PM, Blogger Sylvia Hubbard said…

    just trying to be as bad as i can on paper so I can continue to be good in life.


  • At 8:44 AM, Blogger Wanda D. Hudson said…

    Dang...whew...just the thought of two men...uh-uh.

    Great job, Sylvia!

  • At 12:03 PM, Anonymous Tamika said…

    See now this is why you are number one on my author list! You keep them coming on strong! I'm a fan till the end!


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