HEDGED
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Episode 8
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I didn’t need anyone to inform me that the sound of Mama’s voice irritated my wife.
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After we recovered from the shock of hearing Mama’s voice outside the door at that hour of the night, I couldn’t look Tricia in the eyes. She was staring at me in an unsettling manner.
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When it came to having Mama over, this was one of the issues we’d already addressed. Tricia is well aware, for example, that I rarely keep my hands off her in the home. She was concerned about how we would handle having Mama over and having to be ourselves at this and other ways without seeming disrespectful.
“What do you take me for, Tricia? A child?” I openly scolded my wife the day she mentioned it.
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I tried to answer Mama’s query by getting out of bed and presumably meeting her outside, but Tricia stopped me. Her keen stare portrayed everything as “unpleasant.”
Tricia didn’t just leave me guessing; she followed up her distasteful demeanor with a tantrum.
“What kind of question is this, na?” “Greg, who else could conceivably be in your room with your wife at this hour?” Tricia asked, rolling her eyes as she drew closer for a kiss.
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Mama chanted at slightly longer intervals, but I was already too preoccupied with Tricia.
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I knew my wife was up to mischief when the passion in these kisses intensified with each kiss. Considering the fact that we’d just witnessed a distraction, this was unusual. Tricia’s kisses were so amazing that I forgot I’d just heard my name.
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Tricia began to slide down my body, kissing my chest and abdomen with a mischievous grin.
I tried not to make too much noise and alert Mama to what was going on, but given that she had my joystick in her mouth, I was at a loss.
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Tricia slid her way down until she inserted my joystick into the opening in her mouth.
Oh! That wet and warm sensation on my joystick was followed by some suction. Just a bit at first, rolling her tongue around the head and s*****g on it like a teat.
Tricia heard me sigh and gave a lovely giggle.
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I knew I wouldn’t last long and surprised myself that I didn’t blow my load when Tricia sucked as much of my joystick into her mouth as she possibly could, the tip hitting the back of her throat.
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Tricia slid it almost out and grinned, then kissed the s***t from bottom to top and gently sucked the tip using just the front of her lips against the head. She stopped, looked up at me with those huge brown eyes, and rolled her tongue over the sensitive area just under the head.
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I grunted and pulled my hips off the bed to warn Tricia of the impending explosion.
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Tricia was well aware of what was about to occur. She sucked, capturing virtually all of the cream that was now pulsing from my Joy stick.
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While still maintaining her head in her mouth and swallowing and licking, Tricia gave me a c**k-in-mouth smile.
I grasped Tricia’s head tightly as I spasmed and trembled till I was exhausted as a result of the excessive sensitivity that had suddenly occurred “down there” from Cuming.
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I collapsed, Tricia’s face down and me by her side, one hand caressing and rubbing her back.
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The distinct sound of footsteps fading away snapped me back to reality.
Then I realized Mama could have been standing outside our door the entire time 😮🫢.
To be continued…
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Moshood Avidiime The Writer
