Currently, Nichole had tilted her hips backward to touch his already erect manhood. He bent down on his two legs and massaged her butt with his two hands. Her breath hitched when she felt his fingers in her honeypot.
“Arrrhhh,” she moaned as he got faster with his thrusting and observed the reaction of her vulva, which gave him more arousal.
To eat the cook, he switched from his fingers to his tongue while pulling off his pair of knickers
“Thank you, Hubby,” Nichole said in pleasure.
Then, he pushed her vulva apart and inserted his tongue deeper while he licked and sucked. She moaned louder when he replaced his tongue with his manhood and began to thrust in and out of her vigorously.
“Take it. You are too sweet,” he said between his breath.
After a while, they faced each other. He lifted her right leg and placed it on his shoulder while she guided his manhood into her honeypot. He continued thrusting vigorously in the same rhythm as they maintained eye contact.
“I love you, Hubby. You are the best.”
They breathed heavily and ejaculated. Then, she held him tightly until he was empty.
She whispered into his ears and praised, “You’re fantastic, Hubby.”
(Peck, kiss. Hug)
“Thank you. Put yourself together for the next round.”
Now, Nichole Bailey’s face beamed with excitement. For seven years, she had led an asexual life with sexual feelings which she smothered because her feelings were for one man.
“It is all right, Hubby,” she responded happily.
They rested on the bed, cuddling each other.
“My queen. I’m glad you’re the woman I will sleep with for the rest of my life.”
Nichole bit his lower lip gently and assured him, “I love to hear that.”
“Excuse me. I want to switch off my phone,” he said and got out of bed.
Likewise, he walked to the reading desk. When he was about to turn off his phone, he saw Louis’s message. He walked back to his bed and lay down before reading it.
“Mhhh. This is from a sincere heart,” he took a deep breath and said afterward.
Nichole, who was resting beside him, inquired, “What is it, Hubby.”
He felt that there was no point explaining and merely handed over his phone to her. Her eyes were moist as she read through the message, and her husband noticed it.
He kissed her temple and said. “It is nice that our labor over him was not in vain. He wishes us a blissful married life. So, let us enjoy it.”
Nichole nodded her head in the affirmative while he wiped her tears with his thumb and kissed her deeply.
They snuggled each other, and in appreciation, she said, “Thank you, hubby. I promise to make you happy for the rest of your life.”
(Peck)
Arthur turned off their phones, and they slept, leaving their haters, both those in police custody and those trying to walk into the police net, in their dilemma.
Thursday Morning At the Underground
Stephen had been sending monologues to Nichole and never hoped to get a response from her.
“Have you heard from your woman?” Jude asked him while they were preparing to visit the registry to mock or attack Arthur depending on what would be available to them.
“No. I will send a message to her this morning.”
“It is all right. I would have suggested you give her a call. It will give her some comfort.”
“You are right. But I am afraid she would not speak with me because of our misunderstanding. Never mind, when I handle her tomorrow, she will forget that we ever had a misunderstanding,” he boasted.
Jude giggled and soon, they were ready to leave for the registry with their weapons and masks.
At The Government Hospital
Arthur and Nichole drove to the hospital with their bucket of bolts. To Nichole, any car was all right as long her Prince Charming was behind the wheels. As usual, he parked at the vestibule and chatted with her briefly.
(Peck) (Peck)
“Take care of yourself, my darling.”
“I will. Take care of yourself, too. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he responded and watched her as she got out of the car.
Subsequently, he drove off. As she expected, her mockers had stuck to their knitting and did not cluster that day.
‘She had put them where they belonged. Idiots!” The janitor thought
“Good morning, Mrs. Bailey. I am delighted to see you,” she greeted her warmly.
“Good morning, dear. It is good to see you too. Kindly come to my office when you are less busy.”
“It is all right, Mrs. Bailey,” she answered cheerfully.
At Evelyn’s Office.
Despite the working hours, Lorene, the savvy and hot woman, could not concentrate on her work because she had not settled the matter bothering her – to get Arthur’s attention. She decided to visit Evelyn that morning.
“Good morning, Evelyn. Nice to see you,” she greeted her when she got into her office.
“Good to see you, Lorene. You look worried. Is anything the matter?” she responded and asked with concern.
She made herself comfortable by sitting on the visitors’ seat before she began to explain, “That is why I am here. I’m on the horns of a dilemma.”
Now, Evelyn jolted forward from her swivel chair and asked her, “What is the matter, please?”
“How to meet Mr. Bailey,” she answered worriedly.
“Oh!”
“Yes. I have two ideas. I am thinking that if only I had his contact, it would have been easier. Instead of barging into him, I can call him and book an appointment with him.”
“It is all right, let us hear the second idea.”
“The second is, should I visit his house?”
“Your first idea is good, but the second is out of it. It is as good as barging into him.”
“You are right. So, how are we going to get his contact?”
“It is very simple.”
“How? Do you have his contact?”
“No. We will ask Mrs. Bailey for it.”
Lorene was surprised and asked her at once, “That loudmouthed woman? Do you think she would agree to release his contact after losing him?”
“Why not? She had moved on with her life. Another woman can hook up with him.”
“You are right. Can we go to her office now?”
“Certainly.”