The air was starting to grow cold as autumn leaves began to fall. It'd been nearly 2 months since Marlon started living at Carl's apt complex, and his ass was in hot demand. Carl was still fucking the hell out of Marlon every chance he got. The bigger his wife grew (pregnancy wise), the hornier he got for Marlon's mouth, and Marlon's ass. He hadn't had any problems out of Marlon since that night he tied him up and butt fucked him at whim, Marlon didn't like being laid out in such a humiliating vulnerable state, and made sure to answer every single one of Carl's text-calls with immediate urgent response to insure he was never put in that kind of position again.
Marlon saw Byron Jefferson (the tenant in apt 1-A) for the entire week his girlfriend was away in Ohio visiting family. Byron banged Marlon's ass nightly (just as he does he girl), causing the head board to slam repeatedly into the back wall of his bedroom. Byron felt since the condom broke during their first encounter (making him cum unknowingly inside Marlon's hot heated ass), that they no longer needed one since the damage had already been done. So for the rest of that week, he fucked Marlon raw, and came deep in his anus as if it were his girl's juicy pussy. Marlon accepted the hot seed every time, feeling it coat his innards and ooze from his hole while en-route back to his home apt. After sex, there was always an awkwardness which made Marlon feel uneasy. There was never any intimacy displayed with Byron, no kissing, hugging, extreme touching, fondling, or foreplay. Byron was an in/out kind of guy, and always wanted Marlon to leave immediately after their encounters. He also felt the need to point out that he wasn't gay after each experience, and that he was only doing this because he didn't want to cheat on his girlfriend Angie (as if butt fucking another man wasn't cheating)! Although the sex with Byron was completely one sided, it was still more enjoyable than sex with Carl whom was brutal and liked to cause Marlon physical pain. Marlon was somewhat sorry to see Angie return that following weekend, knowing it would put an end to his sex sessions with Byron. Now whenever he see the two of them out doors, Angie speaks with high enthusiasm while Byron tries to play it cool. He has little to say besides "hi", "hello", or "peace", as he strolls by with his arm comfortably wrapped around his girl in a manly display if affection (or over compensation -thinks Marlon).
His relationship with the tenant in 1-B continued to be strained. Curtis avoided Marlon whenever possible, and no long spoke to him when he saw him on the premises or whenever he brought female company home (which was often). Paris waved once as Curtis rushed her up the walkway and into the apt complex without even acknowledging Marlon's presence. Another time he made a point to practically fuck one chick in the stairwell while Marlon was there cleaning. The girl was leaving, and Curtis walked her down to the first floor door and gave her a long lingering soulful kiss goodbye. He had his hand up the girl's skirt, feeling her ass through her panties while he tongued her down. When they finally parted, Curtis' shorts were tented outward to reveal the imprint of his enormous dick. Marlon saw it, but tried to act as if he weren't looking. Curtis made sure he did by strolling by him real slow, groping himself so that it stood out further. Then he smirked and went back into his apt. Marlon was at a loss as to why his homeboi was treating him with such a long handle (no pun intended). He wouldn't even let Marlon explain why Carl demanded he wear the beeper. But Curt was young (20), and hard head. He'd rather not deal with Marlon rather than work through their problems like adult men!
Marlon's relationship with Crystal took a back seat after the "car fiasco". She no longer went out of her way to please him or ease the times between visits with his daughter. She never denied him a chance to see Rachelle, but she never encouraged her daughter to look for her undependable daddy either. Eventually she started dating someone from her work place, cutting off all hopes Marlon may have had of someday reconciling with her. The new boyfriend was 10 years older than Crystal, and treated her better than Marlon had in the past. While Marlon was never physically abusive to Crys, he was never there for her when it really counted, nor did he ever take her places she liked to go such as theatres, restaurants, vacations, etc.
Demeecee still wasn't talking to him. She kept a distance and was never at their parents house when she knew he was going to be there. She said she could forgive him for what happened (as she already had her husband), but it would take some time to get over the vivid picture of seeing them with her very own eyes.
Milt was a lot more pleasant. He would stop by to see Marlon ever so often, but never initiated anything sexually. He only seemed to be concerned in how he was doing and how Carl was treating him. Carl and Milt tried to sustain their strained brother to brother relationship, but it was hard with Milt knowing what was going on, and Carl flaunting it under his nose every chance he got. Marlon often felt guilty for having come between them so. Marlon's situation saddened Milt, he wished there was something he could do to get him out of his brother house. But Milt had limited resources of his own, and without Deme's okay to openly engage a helping hand to her brother, he felt torn between the two. As it was, he was already walking on egg shells whenever Marlon's name came up. Deme's mother (the "BITCH"), made certain to keep reminding Milton of his "homo-infidelity" every time she talked to him (which thankfully wasn't often). It was all he could do to keep from ramming his fist into her denture work every time she opened her alcoholic mouth!
Marlon relationship with his mother wasn't much better. She loved him for being her son and for birthing him from her own womb, but she didn't LIKE him and his weak ways. She often cursed and criticized him. She belittled him and castrated him whenever he fucked up or did wrong. When she learned what happened between Marlon and Milt, she totally washed her hands of him, refusing to ever talk to him or let him step foot in her house. Even after Marlon resolved matters with his sister (some what) and her husband, his mother was still bitter towards him. She hated having a son who was "good for nothing" and "lazy" (as she called him). She cursed the day he was born often, leaving Marlon to feel unwanted and alone in the world.
His life was barreling out of control. There was no one in his corner. No one he could turn to, or confide in. He had single handedly managed to alienate himself from everyone he loved and cared for. He desperately missed getting high. Once- Carl found him stoned in his basement apt, and hit the ceiling! He was livid, and didn't like what he saw. Marlon's appearance was starting to go down. When he was high, he didn't wash as often, and he didn't get his hair cut or change clothes everyday. But Marlon didn't care, if he was going to have to give up ass for his job and apt, he'd rather do it high. The fuckings with Carl were more bearable when he was stoned. He didn't care if Carl fucked his mouth or his ass, so long as he was barely conscious to feel it. Somehow Marlon managed to keep his handyman duties done, -albeit behind in schedule. He tired to limit his drug use to night time only, after work hours but before Carl had done his last fucking for the evening. But sometimes he couldn't always wait that long. Carl got more and more violent with his sex, -raping, even beating Marlon when he didn't respond well. The up side to this was that Carl found him less appealing, and cut back on anal fuckings. He still fucked Marlon's throat once or twice daily, but the ass was off limits.
MEANWHILE
Milton and Demeecee worked hard to mend their marriage. Milt tried to be more loving and understanding, while Demeecee cooked and cleaned more around the house, and gave her husband all the sex he could want. She wanted to make sure Milton's dick was totally limp and useless every time he left the house. She didn't want him thinking of putting it anywhere else but in his wife's pussy (asleep or not!).
They spent more quality time together; going to the movies, seeing plays, going out to dinner, etc. They waited on each other hand and foot, and even took a much needed vacation away from family and things. They spent 5 full days and nights on the Island of Jamaica, -laying on the beach, walking the sands, taking nature hikes, sailing, swimming, dancing, the works! Milton had never seen his wife so happy and relaxed, and Deme never saw Milton look so tranquil and refreshed. This was just what they needed, some time away from everything that bogged them down. No pressures, no bills, no in-laws, no bullshit!
They made love everywhere they could think of; in their bungalow, on the beach, in a hammock, in the airplane's restroom, in a cab, in the bushes, behind a tree, in the jacuzzi, in the ocean (with sand in their suits!). They drank until they were giddy, and fucked at the drop of a hat (literally! Deme dropped her hat in the bungalow and Milt saw the string bikini go up her crack and got hard, they had sex johnny on the spot!).
It wasn't until they were laid back relaxing around the pool area that they ran into trouble. Deme was just coming back from her day at the spa, when she over heard 2 gay guests talking about Milt's fantastic brown body in his loose fitting swimming trunks. They sat pool side while Milt basked in the sun in one of the lounge chairs a few feet away. He'd been resting comfortably with his umbrella drink by his side, when he suddenly heard Deme's voice getting loud!
"You NEED to go look elsewhere, cause that's MY MAN you 2 are gawlking at!" she confronted. The 2 black gay men looked up at her in shock.
"Bitch, you NEED to keep walking before you and your man catch a smack down!" said the first of the 2 men.
"Bitch? Your MOMMA'S a bitch, -Bitch! I got your bitch you faggot!" yelled Demeecee.
"Faggot?" repeated the man, insulted. "You big titted fish smelling split-tail WHORE! If I wasn't on my honeymoon, I'd..."
"Honeymoon???" astonished Deme, looking at the men as if they were insane!
"Yo...what's the problem here?" asked Milt, interrupting.
"The problem is these so called MEN were looking at you and making rude comments about what they wanted to do to you!" explained Deme.
"We were having a PRIVATE conversation, and enjoying the view!" corrected the second man.
"Enjoy it somewhere else, cause my HUSBAND don't play that shit!" informed Deme.
"Calm down, babe...they were just looking." said Milt, taking Deme by the arm. Deme pulled away and looked up at Milt with a shocked expression.
"WHAT?" she asked, as if she didn't know him. "2 MEN are looking at you and making nasty comments about what they'd do to you in bed, and all you can say is calm down babe??"
"It ain't no big deal! What's the problem? They've got eyes, they're allowed to look!" said Milt. Deme looked as if she had a stroke!
"What the fuck is this? You into MEN now?" she asked. demanding to know.
"What?" asked Milt, unable to believe his ears. "You the fuck you talking to?"
"I'm talking to YOU! First I catch you in bed with my brother, now THIS!" the 2 gay men's ears perked up when they heard that. "What's going on with you Milton?"
Milt was mortified. He couldn't even answer Deme's accusations. He simply bit his lower lip, balled his fists, then turned back towards their bungalow. Deme followed, unable to drop the subject. "I'm serious Milt, what's going on with you? Are you turning GAY on me?" she asked, when they reached their room.
"If you think that, why the fuck you still with me then?" asked Milton, slamming the door behind him in Deme's face. She pushed it open.
"I'm asking you a question! What am I supposed to think? The Milton I married 3 years ago, would've punched them punks right in the face for thinking those thoughts about him! Now all of a sudden..."
"Now all of a sudden I'm GAY?" interrupted Milton.
"Well...., I DID catch you in bed with my brother!" reasoned Deme. Milton felt his blood pressure go through the roof!
"We already explained how that happened!" yelled Milton, hoping he had heard the last of that by now! "You KNOW how I get when I'm drunk...!"
"I know! I'm just saying...!" said Deme, thinking better than to repeat what she already threw out there!
"Look, I can't help what happened with your brother! What's done is done! But if you don't trust me any longer as a man or as your husband, then what the fuck are you with me for? I don't need no fucking woman that's accusing me of something every time I turn around, or when some other guy looks at me cross eyed! I'm 31 now, I'm not fighting every nigga that says something "funny" to me! At what point am I supposed to grow up? I ain't 28 no more!" he yelled, smacking a lamp onto the floor, breaking it in the process. Deme saw his display, and instantly knew she was wrong to put her husband's masculinity on the line. Milt was ALL MAN in her eyes, she had to learn to let go of the image of him in bed with Marlon.
Silently she walked over to the lamp, and picked it up off the floor. Milt was standing over by the window, looking out onto the beach and ocean, watching the storm clouds roll in. From the distance through the trees, he could see a storm coming as the winds started to pick up.
"I'm sorry, boo" said Demeecee, walking up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and put her chin into his back (like she always does when she feels he was right and she was wrong). Milton broke her grasp, then turned around to face her as he sat in the big picture window.
"I'm serious, Dee." he said in a deep even tone. "I don't wanna hear about this shit every time I turn around. What's done is done. Either you forgive it or you don't, but you can't keep bringing this back up and throwing it in my face whenever you feel like it. I ain't gonna put up with that shit."
"I know, baby. And I'm sorry." said Demeecee in a little girl's tone. "It's just..., when I think of you and those guys..."
"Stop right there!" said Milt, holding up his hand. "Ain't no me and those guys! It was only me and Marlon, and we already discussed that!"
"I know, but..."
"Ain't no buts! I ain't going through the rest of my life apologizing for this shit, Dee!" insisted Milt. "Either you drop it and we move on now like we were before, or we end this shit right here and now!"
"Damn! Why it gotta be so drastic?" asked Deme, not wanting to end her marriage.
"Cause, I shouldn't have to defend my manhood to my own wife!" explained Milt.
"Okay! Okay....I'm drop it. Okay, bae?" she said softly as she walked into his arms to kiss him. She liked his stern demeanor, when he took control of her and the situation like this. It made it impossible for her to think he could ever fuck another guy purposely. "I'm sorry honey..." she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck as their lips locked in a couple of closed mouth kisses before it gradually turned into a more seductive tonguing.
Milt's hands automatically went down to Deme's round soft ass. He squeezed them seductively as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She loved the feel of his hairy mustache on her top lip as he wraps her up in his strong muscular arms and squeeze her in his manly grip. NOWAY could a man so moncho and masculine be gay, how could she have even said such a thing? She's surprised Milton didn't hit her.
Instead, she kissed her way down his hairy chest, and pulled down his shorts. Milt's dick was still flaccid, the conversation had killed it. But Deme knew how to push Milt's sexual buttons. She kissed and licked along the soft shaft, painting it in spit before taking it into her warm mouth. She swallowed it down until it started to harden and stretch in her mouth. Once the head peeked her throat, she gagged and pulled back to start sucking the head and shaft. Milt sat back and watched his wife work over his dick, getting it nice and hard before coming up off of it.
Slowly, she started to remove the wrap from around her waist, and take off her bikini top. Her titties spilled out, handing lightly as the nipples hardened to the occasion. Milton licked his lips, already wanting to suck them. But Deme back away, tugging at the stings of her bikini bottoms. It fell to the floor between her legs, revealing her trimmed black bush. Milt's dick throbbed at the thought of going inside. He pushed himself from the window, and walked over towards the bed where his wife had climbed on. She instinctively spread her legs, widening them for him. Milt placed his face down into her private area, and began to lick her slit.
Deme laid out on the bed, closing her eyes as she enjoyed her husband's oral love making. She loved how Milton ate her pussy, and she knew he really liked doing it. She convinced herself that a man that loves pussy as much as Milt, couldn't possibly like men as well! What would Milt do with another guy? Another man don't have a pussy to eat!
Milt ran his tongue up and down Deme's pussy slit, pulling the "lips" apart with his thumbs to get further in "where the flava is". He sucked on her clitoris, making her moan as he buried his face and reached up to fondle her breasts. Deme started to move her hips in rhythm to Milt's licks, rubbing her pussy against his hairy face and facial stubble. She loved his the stubble scratched her smooth tender skin, making goose bumps appear between her thighs.
Milt mashed his face into her mound, and ate like there was no tomorrow. Outside they could hear thunder clouds rolling in. The rumble of thunder danced in the back ground as the wind blew the tree leaves into a flurry. The air grew cooler in the room, but Deme felt her body temperature go up. She reached down, grabbing the top of Milt's head with one hand while grabbing the pillow with the other. She felt her first orgasm of the day coming on, as she fucked harder against Milt's face. "OOOoooo, uuummmm..." she moaned, arching her back as she came. Milt could taste the extra flow of her juices as her pussy lubricated and moistened itself in anticipation and preparation of his dick.
"Fuck me, Milt!" she groaned, looking down at him looking back up at her. "Fuck me now!"
Milt removed his mouth from her pussy, and climbed up on top of her. She grabbed his ranging hardon (which was rock hard and already leaking pre-cum), and aimed it down between her legs. Milt slowly slid it into her, feeling her pussy lips apart to allow him to sink in. The wet firmness of her hot heated insides hit him at once, as he settled in on top and started kissing her. "Ooo, Oh yes!" moaned Deme, loving the weight of his body. She wrapped her arms about his back, feeling his muscles flex as he humped on top of her. Milt ground his tongue into her mouth, turning and twisting his head to drill it in deeper. Deme moaned and accepted his wet muscle, sucking it gently as she opened up more for him.
Milton pumped his hard dick in and out of his wife in nice steady strokes, pacing himself so that he wouldn't cum too soon. He liked fucking her and making sure she came while he was still inside. He kissed his way from her lips down to the side of her face and neck. He licked and kissed down until he bent sideways slightly and pulled her right tit up to meet his mouth. He latched his lips to the fat hard nipple, and sucked hard while he continued to fuck. Deme watched his hairy lips suck onto her hard nipple, pulling, squeezing, sucking and biting it until it felt sort of sore and tender to the touch, then he switched over to the other side to suck the other one. She watched, knowing how much he enjoyed her breasts. Men didn't have titties, Milt loved tits too much to sleep with men! -she thought to herself.
After a few minutes, Milt abandoned her breasts and licked his way back to to her neck. He found himself a spot he liked (the spot as far as Deme was concerned), and set to sucking on it hard. He attached his lips, and began a deep sucking method which always resulted in a deep purple passion mark on Deme's neck. He did this while constantly drilling into her vagina non-stop while the rain started to come down.
The smell of fresh rain filled the room along with a cool breeze, cooling Milt's and Deme's hot bodies. Deme wrapped her legs around her man's as he pumped into her harder. She loved the way he worked her pussy. He was a MAN that knew how to please women! Deme knew how much Milt loved fucking her wet vagina, and knew no man's asshole could compare to the natural feel of a woman's pussy! She was a fool to feel threatened by those men at the pool! No wonder Milt was so mad at her! No way would he want THEM over her! She felt another "cum" coming on as his dick slipped smoothly in and out of her. She squinted her eyes shut as orgasm #2 hit. Milt felt her pussy tighten and contract around his plunging dick, then felt his own orgasm starting to come on. Not wanting to cum just yet, he pulled out (his neglected dick throbbing and pulsing as it nearly lost it's load), and gently flipped Deme over on her stomach. Deme thought Milt was going to hit her pussy from behind, but was shocked when instead, he spread her ass cheeks and pressed his tongue up against her asshole! A small alarm went off in her head, but she didn't say anything. She wanted to see what Milt did next. It came as no surprise when after he loaded her asshole with spit, it laid out on top of her ass, and aimed the head at her back door.
"Hold it!" she screamed, pushing him up off of her.
"What?" asked Milt, confused. Deme jumped up off the bed.
"Where were you about to put that?" she asked.
"What?"
"Where did you THINK you were about to put that thing?" she repeated, pointing at his bloated dick. Milt looked down at his hardon, then back up at his wife.
"I just thought...we'd try something different." he explained.
"Women don't get fucked up the ass! Men do!" she said, reaching for her robe.
"Some women do." said Milt, getting up off the bed himself. "They do in pornos."
"Well I ain't no porno hoe!" she clarified, wrapping herself up in her hotel bathrobe.
"So that's it? We not even going to finish what we started?" asked Milt, his hardon slowly dying.
"No! You spoiled my mood with that ANAL shit!" she said, pissed. "I'm going to take a hot shower!" she added, rolling her eyes as she turned towards the bathroom and slammed and locked the door behind her incase Milt had any thoughts on attacking her ass in the shower.
Milt shook his head in disbelief. He looked down at his deal limp dick, and felt totally neglected. At least Deme got off twice, he didn't even climax! He turned and walked over to the window. The rain was coming down in sheets. He could see the waves crashing against the surf as the trees weighed heavy from the water and rain. He looked off into the far distance, not looking at anything in particular, but thinking of someone and wondering what he was up to today.