CHAPTER 6 : Our fuck in the kitchen

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Ashley and I spent over thirty minutes together in my bed making promises to each other. It was the first time in my life that I had seen a woman cry for me; cry for fear of losing me. No woman had ever worried about me. Who am I anyway to get a woman's attention?

And besides, I myself have never trusted women. My math teacher was right when he told us in class that a woman loves whoever she wants and goes out with whoever she wants. If a woman doesn't love you, it's because she doesn't love you. The proof: didn't the wife of the most millionaire Nigerian artist leave him to get back together with a poor man?

That's why I always say that a woman is a devil; she does what she wants and it doesn't matter what you think, she doesn't care.

In my arms, head pressed to my chest, Ashley had cried for a long time before falling asleep.

My phone started ringing again and I left my partner to go pick up the call. As I grabbed the phone to try to identify the caller, my heart leapt in my chest. It was Rosina calling. Faced with this impasse, I didn't know what to do. What to say to her? With a reassuring heart, I picked up the call in spite of my heart that was in tatters.

- Hello Rosi?

- Where did you leave the phone all this time?

- I'm sorry, Rosi! It's because the phone keeps crashing these days.

- You're never short of excuses, Nicolas," shouted my interlocutor at the end of the line.

Oh yes! She had waited too long, this young college girl.

- I am sorry! You have to understand me.

- Ok, come and open the gate for me.

I kept my silence and threw a wink to my little mother whom I had just left in bed. To my amazement, she was looking at me with her beautiful eyes instead of sleeping.

I hung up the call and rushed to her address.

- I'm done!" I whispered to her.

- What is it? Is it Dad?

- No, it's not him; it's Rosi, my girlfriend.

- What's wrong with her?

- It was her who was calling from there. She's at the gate and wants me to come and open it for her.

- So what's the problem?

And my phone started ringing again. I silenced the phone to continue my conversation with my second wife, Ashley.

- I would like to know if I should lie to her that I am not at home or not...

- No, go open the door! I'll get out of your bed before she gets up the stairs!

- Ah, great! Thank you so much.

And it was at this moment that I had the strength to pick up Rosina's call that was ringing silently.

- Yes baby? I said to her.

- Nicolas, is everything okay with you?

- Why do you ask?

- Come to open the gate to me, I am tired to stay up.

- Okay, I'm coming!

I hung up the call and walked closer to Ashley to ask her what we were going to do.

- Take me to my room please.

Ah yes, it's always our action game that's on the esplanade.

Once again, I offered her my back and she jumped on it and in a rush, I took her to her room.

- See you later baby! she wished me.

- Thank you my love!

- And please, don't kill yourself too much for her; is it ok?

- Yes, it's ok!

And I left her smiling.

I was running up the stairs; I was running as if a bomb was about to explode in the house.

Oh yes! I didn't want to have to deal with Rosina's anger. She is a very jealous woman and I know it. She has already warned me several times. She has already told me that the day she finds out about my infidelity, that I will cry my eyes out and that she will never give me a second chance.

I didn't even try to talk to her. If not myself, when I look at her, I know that I don't deserve her with her beautiful gracile skin. I know she had suitors on the side and if I made a mistake, she could take me out of the game and I would continue my miserable life elsewhere.

- Nico, what were you doing in this house?" she asked me when I opened the gate for her.

- Please come in!

- First tell me what you've been doing all this time.

- Why are you angry with me? You can't imagine the trouble I went through to come and open this gate for you.

- What trouble are you talking about?

- Rosi, it's not that important...

- Yes, it is! It's not important to you, but it is to me! So, answer me or I'll go home.

- Rosi, why do you like to get angry for useless things?

- Yes, these things may seem useless to you, but not to me! You like taking the piss out of me too much.

- Where do you come up with all these stories? We are not going to start arguing all the time about this portal!

- I don't know what you're waiting for to answer my question. Or were you fucking another woman inside?

Oh my God! Jealousy will eventually kill this girl.

- When you look at me, do I really look like someone who can dare to date or have a relationship with another woman?

At my question, my interlocutor didn't know what to answer and passed me on the lawn to continue her walk to the front door.

I closed the gate with a smile and followed her.

When I arrived in the living room, Rosina, who was used to resting on the couches, had gone to my room instead. I followed her to see what had intimidated her to manifest this behavior of never seen. When I got there, I saw her searching everywhere.

What was she looking for? Oh my God, that the jealousy rate was beyond its limit in this girl's blood.

- You're lucky!" she said from my bed.

- Lucky for what?

She didn't answer me and put her bag on the bed. Under my eyes, she began to undress.

- Come to untie me the lace, she threw to me as if it was me who had tied it to him since his house.

She had come for the penis, but she didn't want to come and see someone else eating it before her. Do you see women? Instead of letting other women enjoy the pleasure too, they will say no.

Since she was angry, I went over to her to untie her shoelace.

In one go, she offered me her breasts which immediately started to make me hard. Caress after caress, I ended up getting her wet and the fucking started. Since Rosina is a girl who doesn't like to be shy about fucking, I'll refrain from the details otherwise, after we had caressed each other, she just laid down and exposed her hairy vagina to me as usual and, without even trying to lick her, I inserted my cock into her and we played our game as you know.

Actually, Rosina is not romantic. And since she's not, there's no need to be romantic with her.

I even remember the first time I thought she'd be good at oral sex and shoved my cock in her mouth.

It was from that day on that I discovered that Rosina was a real village girl. I don't even know who dared to give her the beautiful name of Rosina. Better to call her Rosina than Rosina. She's a real country girl, this young lady. I wanted to make her eat my cock and she wanted to bite it with her teeth. I could feel her teeth on the skin of my poor penis and if I didn't pull it out so quickly, I think I would be without a penis today. The girl was determined and wanted to finish me off. That day I almost cried. To top it off, when I pulled my cock out of her for fear that she would make my life unbearable, that poor girl had gotten up to go rinse her mouth under the toilet. Which meant my penis was too dirty to suck.

I understood her that day. It was because I was too black and she was too light. She was acting like white people who call black people evil. She was forgetting that she too was of the black gene.

After our fucks, Rosina fell into a deep sleep and I left her to go back to the living room.

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It was 4:30 p.m. when I returned home after towing Rosina in the back seat of my motorcycle.

I was aware of the time my mother was coming home. And before I got home, I had stopped by her store to make sure she was there. Yes, she was there. I, who used to spend thirty minutes with her before leaving for home, only spent two minutes because I was thinking about Ashley.

When I got back, I headed to Ashley's room after parking my bike in the garage and locking the gate once again.

When I got to her room, I didn't see her. I called out her name and she answered me from the kitchen. I went there without waiting a second. There she was standing and cutting onions. On the gas next to her, a closed pot meal was simmering.

I grabbed her from behind and asked her if she was cooking.

- Yes, baby, I am cooking," she said, letting her knife slip from her hands. She grabbed the cloth and quickly cleaned the debris from the fruit and immediately we began to caress each other. It seems that this day was made for me only to fuck.

Oh yes, a new fuck dish was still on the table.

I got her properly wet first with my caresses and then stuck her against the wall to stick my cock into her. The position fuck stuck to the wall, have you ever taken it? It's the best.

I could see Ashley turning white as snow. Oh yes, I had just satisfied her with my penis and on the floor you could read my cum.

- You are adorable, if you knew; she said to me, all proud.

- Thank you! I love you if you knew too.

- And I love you even more.

The meal Ashley had put on the stove was grilling without us even realizing it.

When I smelled it and told her, she ran to the pan to see; sure enough, the rice was almost inedible.

- It's spoiled, we can't eat it anymore; it's all caught fire," she said, discouraged.

I was worried about her, but she told me not to worry, that she was going to prepare another one.

So, you too, don't worry about our rice; it's ours, not yours. It is our action game that is on the mat.