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Having sex with Jordan didn't solve the problem though. A pregnant woman still needs affection from her man to make the energy in the household right.
The plan was to wait until he got ready to call an escort, which we both knew he was doing, then present him with a cheaper option.
"Uh, James," I said in a tone that made him scared.
"What's happening?" he asked, reminding me of the seventies sitcom.
"What's happening is you're about to have a baby soon and his mother needs attention."
"I do give her attention, I say 'Good morning' and 'Good night'.
"I ain't going let you be a deadbeat, James. You got her pregnant, now she needs sex, and lots of it. Hell, I recently realized that I need sex, too."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" he asked, looking from Jordan to me.
"Go in the room and get naked, James. Be waiting ...

The first time I heard them fucking, I couldn't believe James could make a woman feel so good. I had told them they didn't have to hide their sex cause sex made labor and delivery easy, plus I wasn't gonna hide what I was doing wit' Harry. Even though I knew I had said that, hearing them bump 'n' grind took me by surprise. The bed was shaking, Jordan was moaning and James was grunting so loud and gutturally that I actually got horny. I left the guest room and shuffled to the bedroom to see for myself. I only had to push the door in a tad to see in. The scent of steamy sex got to me immediately. In an instant my pussy was wet, I stood frozen in my spot and watched.
James' black ass was kneeling on the bed holding Jordan's yella legs open like a V. His long, thick dick plunged in and out of her oozing pussy. The expression on his face said he knew he was dicking her good. She moaned and ...

* Here is a story that you will LOVE!! I thought it was funny and maybe you will to*
My friends think I'm nuts but that's not it. I just have different morals than folks. I believe in the old-fashioned way of doing things. Holding men accountable for their actions. To me that don't mean treating their fuckups with anger and violence. It means figuring out how to exploit them.
See, I'm fifty-three-years old, which mre then qualifies me to be grown. I got a few grey hair to testify to my wisdom, two grandbabies, and a long, black dildo named Harry-see what I mean? And I ain't never been a dumb woman. How the kids say? "No, never that!" So when that young girl came knocking on my door talking 'bout she twenty-two years old and pregnant by my husband, I had to let the bitch in, if nothing other then to see if she was smoking crack! Had to be.
But I understood. To a young, ...