acts and smiled.
Kelsa stood waiting for a response. Clarke walked all the way into the living room. He was relieved he had put the dishes away and cleaned up. He didn’t need her finding out about their little houseguest.
Kelsa cleared her throat and stood firm in her spot.
"I asked what is going on in here Clarke Hudson?" she asked.
"Damn, Baby, why you hassling a brotha? I was just sitting back watching a flick. It’s not against the law in my own damn house is it?" He frowned, staring down her gaze.
"Are you here with someonem Clarke?"
"What?" he asked as if offended by her query.
Kelsa had eased her hands away from her hips. "I said, are you here with someone? You heard me," she snapped, twisting her neck.
"Nah, girl, you crazy. Ain’t nobody here but me."
She started looking around the room, but didn’t say anything. When her eyes met his again, she seemed a bit calmer.
"I don’t understand. Soft music, lights dimmed, and a porno playing. What are you doing with this type of shit, all by yourself?"
Clarke sat on the sofa. "What, now you don’t trust your man? You don’t trust me now, because you came home and found me watching a flick?" He threw is hands up and started shaking his head.
When he saw worry starting to creep across her face, he knew he’d be okay.
"If I can’t watch a flick at the house, then I don’t know where I can see one. You ought to be glad your man ain’t out roaming the streets and sniffing every skirt he can find. Instead, I’m sitting here thinking about you, wishing you were home, but willing to put my needs on hold anyway I try to stay faithful and this is the shit I get for it?"
Clarke stormed over to the couch and sat down.
"Oh, Clarke, I’m sorry," Kelsa said as she walked over towards the couch. With Kelsa’s back toward the front door, she couldn’t see the bright blue piece of cloth that caught Clarke’s eye.
"Shit!" He whispered.
"Darling, I said I’m sorry. You’re right. I should be happy to find you here all alone, even though you’re watching a dirty movie. The point is, most men would probably be out on the prowl somewhere. I love you," she walked over to him and leaned in for a hug.
He moved up just enough to use his foot to scoot Persha’s thongs under the sofa. Clarke released a huge sigh of relief when they finally separated.
Kelsa glanced at the screen, then back at Clarke’s face.
"Baby, it’s okay to look at flicks," Clarke attempted to convince her. "Lots of married people do it you know."
Bashfully, Kelsa shook her head in agreement, but purposely avoided looking back at the screen. "Why don’t I go upstairs, take a shower, and change? Maybe I can help you out, if you know what I mean," she winked.
Fuck the shower, Clarke thought to himself. How about you just let me get under your skirt, move your panties to the side, take care of my business, then you can take your ass to sleep?
Clarke didn’t feel like waiting for her to take a shower, nor did he really feel like touching her. Kelsa’s body had nothing on Persha’s. All he could do was think about those nice big tits and that poppin’ ass of hers.
"How does that sound?" Kelsa asked.
"Oh, yeah, that’ll work. I’ll just watch this for a few more minutes and clean up down here while you get in the shower. I’ll be up real soon."
She reached over and kissed him before walking to the staircase. When he heard her open their bedroom door, he quickly dug out Persha’s panties. He picked up his pants and stood in front of the TV for a few minutes.
Clarke tried to absorb as much as he could of the x-rated images. He held Persha’s thongs up to his face and inhaled long and hard. Oh, how he wanted her ass.
He could all but taste her pussy standing right there. Clarke reached for the remote and turned off the movie. Just as he turned off the radio he heard a soft tap on the front door.
"Damn! Perfect timing, Persha!" Frowning, he rushed over to the door and swung it open.
Kelsa stood waiting for a response. Clarke walked all the way into the living room. He was relieved he had put the dishes away and cleaned up. He didn’t need her finding out about their little houseguest.
Kelsa cleared her throat and stood firm in her spot.
"I asked what is going on in here Clarke Hudson?" she asked.
"Damn, Baby, why you hassling a brotha? I was just sitting back watching a flick. It’s not against the law in my own damn house is it?" He frowned, staring down her gaze.
"Are you here with someonem Clarke?"
"What?" he asked as if offended by her query.
Kelsa had eased her hands away from her hips. "I said, are you here with someone? You heard me," she snapped, twisting her neck.
"Nah, girl, you crazy. Ain’t nobody here but me."
She started looking around the room, but didn’t say anything. When her eyes met his again, she seemed a bit calmer.
"I don’t understand. Soft music, lights dimmed, and a porno playing. What are you doing with this type of shit, all by yourself?"
Clarke sat on the sofa. "What, now you don’t trust your man? You don’t trust me now, because you came home and found me watching a flick?" He threw is hands up and started shaking his head.
When he saw worry starting to creep across her face, he knew he’d be okay.
"If I can’t watch a flick at the house, then I don’t know where I can see one. You ought to be glad your man ain’t out roaming the streets and sniffing every skirt he can find. Instead, I’m sitting here thinking about you, wishing you were home, but willing to put my needs on hold anyway I try to stay faithful and this is the shit I get for it?"
Clarke stormed over to the couch and sat down.
"Oh, Clarke, I’m sorry," Kelsa said as she walked over towards the couch. With Kelsa’s back toward the front door, she couldn’t see the bright blue piece of cloth that caught Clarke’s eye.
"Shit!" He whispered.
"Darling, I said I’m sorry. You’re right. I should be happy to find you here all alone, even though you’re watching a dirty movie. The point is, most men would probably be out on the prowl somewhere. I love you," she walked over to him and leaned in for a hug.
He moved up just enough to use his foot to scoot Persha’s thongs under the sofa. Clarke released a huge sigh of relief when they finally separated.
Kelsa glanced at the screen, then back at Clarke’s face.
"Baby, it’s okay to look at flicks," Clarke attempted to convince her. "Lots of married people do it you know."
Bashfully, Kelsa shook her head in agreement, but purposely avoided looking back at the screen. "Why don’t I go upstairs, take a shower, and change? Maybe I can help you out, if you know what I mean," she winked.
Fuck the shower, Clarke thought to himself. How about you just let me get under your skirt, move your panties to the side, take care of my business, then you can take your ass to sleep?
Clarke didn’t feel like waiting for her to take a shower, nor did he really feel like touching her. Kelsa’s body had nothing on Persha’s. All he could do was think about those nice big tits and that poppin’ ass of hers.
"How does that sound?" Kelsa asked.
"Oh, yeah, that’ll work. I’ll just watch this for a few more minutes and clean up down here while you get in the shower. I’ll be up real soon."
She reached over and kissed him before walking to the staircase. When he heard her open their bedroom door, he quickly dug out Persha’s panties. He picked up his pants and stood in front of the TV for a few minutes.
Clarke tried to absorb as much as he could of the x-rated images. He held Persha’s thongs up to his face and inhaled long and hard. Oh, how he wanted her ass.
He could all but taste her pussy standing right there. Clarke reached for the remote and turned off the movie. Just as he turned off the radio he heard a soft tap on the front door.
"Damn! Perfect timing, Persha!" Frowning, he rushed over to the door and swung it open.
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