Menage's Way by Victor L. Martin

Author:Victor L. Martin [Martin, Victor L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2016-10-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Still Don’t Know

Monday

“Menage, stop, that tickles!” Lydia said rubbing the warm water from her eyes as Menage stood behind her in the shower, twiddling his fingers. He tickled her again, causing her to giggle. She smiled when he wrapped his arms around her, the soapy rag now pressed to her breasts.

“Your friend rising to the occasion again?” she asked feeling his penis bump up against her ass.

“Hey, I ain’t got nothin’ to do with that. Ain’t my fault you got that brown honey bun so close,” he whispered in her ear. He watched the water run down her ass cheeks and down her legs. God, she’s sexy, he thought. “I swear, Latosha, you don’t look thirty-two,” he said moving the rag down to her stomach. He smiled when he heard her take a deep breath. Since the shower was hitting his back, he carefully switched places with her, allowing the water to rinse from her body. Turning around, she took the still soapy rag from him and started at his brown shoulders. He opened a bottle of scented body wash, poured a little in his hand and grinned at her as he reached down to massage her ass with it. Lydia stepped in closer, still washing him, but she gasped when his penis poked her lower stomach.

“Does that thing ever go down?” she asked moving the rag over his stomach.

“Nah, not until he clears his mind.”

“Boy, please. You just horny, that’s all,” she said looking down at his dick.

“Will you help me out then?” he asked smiling and flicking his nipples.

“Um, don’t do that,” she said, dropping her free hand down between his legs. Lydia was thankful for the rubber mat in the tub as Menage made love to her in the steamy shower, holding her up against the wall. He was in a daze, watching himself disappear within her pink folds as her small but cute tits pressed against his chest. Again he came inside of her as she yelled out his name, deeply enjoying her own climax.

Menage was fully dressed now, and he walked into the kitchen to find Lydia making him eggs, toast, and grits. “This isn’t your mama’s cooking, but it will do you some good,” she said placing the breakfast in front of him. “Milk or OJ?” she asked giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Some of your juice would be fine,” he said smacking her on the hip.

“Boy, stop being so darn nasty all the time,” she said, knowing she’d strip right now if he told her to. But neither of them wanted to bring up last night’s or this morning’s unprotected sex.

“Milk will be fine.” He was glad she wasn’t one of those chicks who was scared to eat in front of a man, because he certainly had no problem asking for seconds.

“Why do you keep looking at my hair?” she asked putting the dishes away after they had eaten.

“Don’t see many women these days with real hair,” he said getting up and moving behind her, smelling her hair, “so don’t cut it and turn around and throw in a weave.

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