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morning—with Jasper asleep in the other room; and probably the same for Mona. How he loved his wife, but was bored in bed with her. How he loved head, but his wife didn’t like sucking dick. How, when she did, it was half-assed. How I called his wife whack for not keeping his dick wet. How I told him howI couldn’t wait to taste his fat dick, how I couldn’t wait to make love to it with my mouth, lips, tongue and hands; how I loved to deep throat; how I was going to suck his dick in a way that his wife never had, never could, never would. How I was fantasizing about being on my knees and worshipping his cock and swallowing his creamy load.
    I told Mona’s husband all of this.
    And, then…even after Avery realized it was me, the nigga still pulled his dick out and wanted, practically begged, me to wet it. And, yes, I got the shakes. And my mouth watered. I’m not going to lie. But I refused to go there. However, um, I did reach into his truck and stroke it a few good times, gripped that thick-ass sausage with its big fat cockhead with my paraffin-soft hands and jacked him off until my conscience got the best of me. Then I let it go, shaking.
    As bad as I wanted to click on the whore-switch and hop in the passenger seat of his truck, lean into his lap and cock-wash the skin off that shit, I couldn’t do it. Not after finding out whose husband he was. I couldn’t do that to Mona. And I couldn’t bring myself to do it to myself. I already felt guilty for doing what I was doing behind Jasper’s back. I didn’t need to add Mona to the list. No matter how messy I was being. And, yeah I know I was fucked up for even touching his dick. I should have spun on my heel and sped off in my car. But I didn’t.
    Sadly, every time I look at Mona, knowing she’s a lazy dick sucker, I hear him saying, “She half-sucks my dick.”
    I wish I would have never gotten in my car that morning to sneak off to suck another nigga’s dick when I should have listened to the nagging voice that was in my head warning me to leave well enough alone. But I didn’t listen. I lied to Jasper, telling himI was on my way to the gym. Then found myself face-to-face with my best friend’s husband.
    Now when I see Avery, which is rarely, there’s an awkward tension between us. Every time I look at him, the only thing I see is his beautiful eight-and-a-half-inch dick. The only thing I’m sure he sees is what he almost had. These soft, pretty lips wrapped around his hard dick.
    â€œPasha, that I could deal with,” Mona says, bringing my attention back to our phone conversation. “But this shit right here…” She pauses, pushing out a heavy breath. “This is some serious shit, Pasha.” She sighs. “I think I’ve gotten myself into some shit way over my head.”
    â€œMona, what in the world is going on? Tell me something. You’re talking in riddles.”
    â€œI can’t go into it over the phone. But the minute you get home we have got to talk—in person. First thing. And whatever you do, Pasha. You have to promise me that you’ll keep this shit quiet. You can’t repeat this to anyone .”
    â€œMona, you know me better than that. I don’t flap my gums like most bitches.”
    â€œI know. But after you hear what I have to tell you…”
    â€œMona! What the fuck is going on? You can’t call me with this, then leave me hanging like this. You need to tell me something, girl. Does it have anything to do with Avery?”
    â€œNo, no; not at all. Avery does what he does, but you know I keep his ass on a short leash. I’ll tell you when I see you— every thing. Anyway, have you talked to Jasper?”
    I frown. “Yeah, earlier but I hung up on his ass. Why, does this have something to do with him? If so, I’m not interested in hearing anything about him caught up with some other