“S urprise !” we all yelled as my mama walked into the beautifully decorated ballroom. We surprised the fuck out of her nosy ass.

My mama was the kind of woman who we’d never been able to successfully get anything past. We’d been planning this big sixtieth birthday party for months, and to see her put her hands over her mouth and look at my pops in astonishment because her ass thought she was going to dinner tonight, just proved that we’d done one hell of a job with keeping this under the radar.

The room was full of people who had all shown up and showed out today to honor sixty years of my mom being on this earth. My mom was a damn good woman. To some, she might have just been the wife of a legendary ball player and a stay-at-home mom, but I swear to God , she was so much more than that. She was the boss lady, she was the one who got the final word in, and she kept a lot of shit in order. I don’t care what nobody says; behind every strong man, there’s an even stronger woman in his corner, and I know for a fact that my mom played a part in my father’s success.

My mother might not have been physically out on that court, playing ball with him, but man, that lady would be on her knees, praying over that man. She kept his diet clean and healthy, and I would watch the way she catered to the wounds that he would sometimes get on the court. Just the way she would make sure the nigga was mentally and physically okay is what I mean by her being that strong woman in his corner. She was one hell of a mother, too, staying on top of me and my brother as kids and making sure we stayed on top of our studies. My mom was why the two of us had become so successful. She didn’t play that shit when it came to our grades. All the shit that we did to have this perfect ass party put us at spending close to 100K, but I swear she was worth every damn penny and then some.

My mama was pure damn drama, so you know, once she saw all this shit and all her friends, she instantly started crying, doing exactly what I knew she was going to do. After all these years, my parents were still very much in love, so my pops came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her on her neck. The DJ played that old-school Stevie Wonder Happy Birthday song and my father rocked her body to the music, then they started dancing together.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to witness my parents loving on each other like that. As a kid, I used to hate that shit because I felt like they were doing too damn much. But once I got a little older, and mainly once I got with Siri and saw how I was with her, it started to make sense why my parents were always so damn affectionate. When you love somebody, you just want to always be up under them.

“Look at them, man. They need to get a fuckin’ room,” my big brother, Darryl , stated as he stood right next to me.

I was happy to see my brother at my mom’s surprise birthday party. Now , even though the nigga had committed to coming months ago and had helped pay for the party, you just never knew with him. He was a workaholic and stayed in the air, so he was the kind of nigga who you had to see it to believe it. He brought his ass to the party with two women on his arms, and all I could do was shake my head. I already knew once our mama saw that shit, she would have a lot to say. I came to the party alone. My son and Siri were among the crowd in there, but I didn’t bring a date with me.

You know I didn’t even bring this party up to Lia because her ass would have thought we were a damn couple if I had popped up in there tonight with her. Shit , I fucked up by letting her come to one of my games and sit with my family. The last time I’d been around Lia was a couple of weeks ago when I ran into her at work. My mind had just been so focused on ball and getting to the finals, and I really didn’t need any distractions. So , I had just been chilling when it came to her.

“They happy, man. Let them live,” I said.

I allowed them to get their little dance in, and then I went over to them, shook it up with my pops, and pulled my mama to me, giving her a big hug.

“You supposed to be the one who tells me all the secrets, Dionte !” she exclaimed, so happy as she looked up at me and cuffed both sides of my face.

I laughed at her statement. “Nah , Ma . I couldn’t let you in on this one. I couldn’t ruin the big surprise. How it feels to be sixty?” I asked.

“Blessed and highly favored,” was her response.

“Amen , Sis . Reed ,” my brother jumped in, trying to be funny.

“And look at what the cat dragged in. You act like you be too busy to come and see about your mama, boy. When I’m dead and gone, you going to wish you had flown that plane to Cali to check on me and your daddy,” she fussed, getting on my brother, just like I knew she would because it had been a little minute since we’d all seen him.

As much shit as she talked, I could see it all over her face, just how happy she was to see Darryl . She hugged him tight for a few moments, not wanting to let him go. Then , we moved out of the way because so many people had crowded around, wanting to see my mom and take a few pictures with her and shit.

There were a few photographers there with their cameras out, snapping pictures of the whole thing. The guest count was about 350 people because my parents were well known in the Cali area and had made a lot of friends and shit during their long years in the spotlight. From the turnout, it looked like just about everyone who had gotten an invite had shown up.

It was a good ass party, too. We played a lot of games, I ate like a damn dog, as if I hadn’t had a meal in months, and now, everyone was out on the dance floor, having a good time and shit.

There was one person in particular who I was shocked wasn’t on the dance floor, trying to outdance everybody because she knew she could, and that was Siri . She was sitting at a table with a gleam in her eyes as she watched our son doing the electric slide with the rest of the partygoers. I walked over and stood beside Serenity , looking down at her and admiring her beauty.

At that time, I knew her health was declining, but it was obvious she wasn’t ready to talk to me about it. Truth be told, I was tired of trying to pry that shit out of her, only for her to get upset with me about it. So , I was just waiting for her to open up to me and tell me what the real was because I knew it was coming. Lowkey , I was kind of scared to find out what it was. Every time I saw her, I felt like she was getting smaller and smaller.

The color scheme for tonight was black and gold. She had on a black silk jumpsuit, and because it clung to her body, I was able to notice how much weight she’d lost. In all the years that I’d known Siri , I had never seen her with weave in her hair, but tonight, she wasn’t wearing her real hair. It was a shoulder cut, bob-length weave, but it did look good on her. It just felt weird seeing her with shorter hair because I was so used to the big, curly hair that she usually sported. During winter, she would often straighten her hair, and I used to love when she did that shit. The shoes she had on were the lowest heels I’d ever seen her in because she had always been able to effortlessly walk in six-inch heels, even when she was pregnant with Dakari . Her make-up was done in a natural beat, and she looked beautiful.

“Why you not out there leading the electric slide?” I asked.

She laughed as she turned her head to look up at me. “I don’t want to put anybody to shame, that’s all,” she stated.

“Come put me to shame then. Come dance with me,” I offered and extended my hand in hopes that she would grab it.

Siri looked at me with weak eyes, and I could tell she didn’t have any desire to take my hand.

“Mr . Man , you know you have two left feet,” was her response.

I laughed at that, but my hand was still out, wanting her to grab it.

“Teach me, then. You just scared everybody is going to see that I’m actually the better dancer,” I taunted, talking shit.

She laughed, and then she took my hand. The first thing I noticed was how cold her hand was. I led us to the dance floor, and by that time, the song had switched, and the DJ was now playing “Before I Let Go ” by Frankie Beverly & Maze .

“Awww , shit. This way before your time,” I called out after letting her hand go.

I started doing a little move, knowing I couldn’t dance for shit. I was the kind of nigga to be in the club, posted up on the wall, just bobbing my head. Siri cracked up laughing at me and put her hand over her mouth as she watched me. We had our own little spot on the dance floor, and I continued to do my thing. She started dancing, and I walked up on her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and I just rocked us. Her arms were wrapped around my neck while I had mine resting on her lower back, and we continued just rocking together.

“ You know I thank God the sun rises and shines on you

You know there's nothin', nothin', nothin' I would not do. ”

I sang the words in her ear, all off-key like a motha fucka, and because she had her head buried into the crook of my neck, I could hear her laughing at me. We danced to about two more songs before Siri told me that her feet were hurting and she wanted to sit back down. I walked back over to the table where she had been sitting and allowed her to take her seat. There was so much shit that I wanted to ask her, but I just didn’t want to fuck up the mood, so I dropped it.

After everyone finished dancing, we all gathered around to sing Happy Birthday to my mama. We had some good ass cake, danced some more, took a few more pictures, and then the party was officially over. My mama had envelopes and envelopes of cards for her birthday that were put into a personalized box for her. When guests arrived, all they had to do was slip their cards inside. It was hard gift shopping for a woman like her because between my pops, me, and my brother, we spoiled her ass year-round. When shit came around, like her birthday, Christmas , or even Mother’s Day , it was always hard finding a gift for her because she had every damn thing. I think she would appreciate the fat ass check that I’d written her because it was the only thing I could think of to get her.

“Y’all ready?” I asked my son and Siri , who were standing outside the ballroom.

Kari had his arm wrapped around his mother, and when I walked over, the two of them were laughing at something. They got in town this afternoon and would be staying with me until they left in another two days. My home was big enough for Siri to just pick a bedroom without having to book a hotel. She knew whenever she was in Cali , she always had a spot at my crib to rest her head.

“Yeah , I’m about to jump in the shower and take my butt to bed,” my son responded, and I laughed.

“Yo ’ ass acting like you had a few drinks,” I called him out, and he was the one to laugh this time.

We all walked over to my silver Rolls Royce , and I opened the back door, letting my son get in, and then I opened Siri’s door up front, allowing her to get in next. The whole drive back to my house, we rode with the music turned down low, and it was really just me and Kari talking to each other because Siri had fallen asleep in the passenger seat before I could even hop on the highway. My house wasn’t too far from the ballroom, so after about fifteen minutes, I pulled up to the gated community where I resided. To get to my crib, there were more double gates, but my Rolls Royce had the sensor on the window that the fob reader on the gate picked up on. So , in seconds, the gates opened, and I pulled my car into the massive driveway and parked it with the rest of my cars. I had a lot of house for just one person, but I loved to have nice, luxury shit, and I’d always held onto hope that Serenity and I would get back together, which is why I never sold the house and downsized.

“Wake up, bruh, with all that fuckin’ snoring,” I joked as I playfully shook Siri in the passenger seat.

Her eyes popped open, and she shoved me once she was fully awake.

I laughed, shut the car off, and then I got out. Before I could even come around and help her out of the front seat, Dakari was already holding his mom’s hand and assisting her with getting out of the car. He held her hand the entire way to the front door and didn’t let it go until we made it inside. He then kissed her forehead and shook it up with me before he went upstairs, leaving just Siri and me downstairs.

“You have ice cream?” she asked, and I laughed.

“Aww , man. You still do that shit at night?” I questioned.

“Yep . You have some?” she asked again as she walked through the house, left her heels by the stairs, and slipped on the house shoes that she’d placed there earlier.

“Yeah . I think I got some in there,” I let her know.

I led the way into the massive kitchen, and she sat at the island. I had a big jug of strawberry ice cream in the freezer that I took out. Then I went over to the drawer and pulled out two spoons for us. That shit brought back memories of our college days, and even when we were married, and I would set an entire thing of ice cream in front of us, and instead of getting bowls, we would just eat that shit straight out of the container.

I handed her a spoon and took one for myself. Then I took the top off the ice cream, and Serenity put her spoon in first, digging out a nice chunk of strawberry. She placed it to her lips, moaned at the taste, and then she looked at me.

“This is so good,” she bragged, not even allowing me the chance to go in with my spoon because she put hers in a second time, and then I was able to go in. I took a chunk that was just as big as hers and placed it in my mouth.

“The shit is aight. You know, I never even liked ice cream like that. You liked it, so I would just eat the shit with you,” I told her, and she laughed.

“Mr . Man , stop lying. Some of those times when we would sit up and eat ice cream together, it would be your idea,” she responded and dipped her spoon back in, going for another chunk that she quickly put in her mouth.

I laughed while shaking my head.

“Siri , I swear. Ice cream was never my thing. I used to do that shit because I knew it made you happy. You already know I was down for anything that would bring a smile to your face. A nigga used to fuckin’ hate chocolate ice cream too. Dead ass would be sitting there, fighting for my fuckin’ life, trying to finish that shit off with you,” I revealed, and she cracked up laughing.

“And after all these years, I’m thinking you liked chocolate ice cream right along with me. Dionte , that’s crazy, ” she said.

“Shit , I was crazy in love with you. I had to do what I had to do,” I responded as I reached over and wiped away some of the ice cream that had gotten on the side of her mouth.

After a couple more chunks of ice cream on my spoon, I stood and placed my spoon in the sink. Siri ate the ice cream for a little longer, and then she handed me her spoon and put the top back on the ice cream. I took the ice cream from her and placed it in the freezer.

“I’m about to take a shower,” she let me know.

“Aight , me too,” I responded.

I pulled her to me with one arm, kissed her forehead, and I eventually let go. Then I watched her head toward the downstairs guest bedroom that she was sleeping in. I went upstairs, and the first room I went to was my son’s. I laughed to myself at him in his bed, lying on his back, with his do-rag on his head, protecting his braids. He was snoring loud as fuck. I guess his ass wasn’t playing when he said he was going to come home, shower, and go to sleep.

I closed his door and went down the hall to the double doors that led to my bedroom. I walked in, took a seat at the foot of my king-sized bed, and started unbuttoning the Gucci dress shirt that I had on. I pulled the bottom half of the shirt out of my slacks and completely took it off, throwing it on the bed along with the wife beater that I had on underneath. I stood up from the bed with the items in my hand and went to my massive closet, where I tossed the clothes in the hamper. From there, I walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself.

My eyes went to the portrait of my son that I had tattooed on the upper right part of my chest. That was one of my favorites. Damn near my entire chest, stomach, both of my arms, and my hands were filled with ink. I started getting tattoos when I was seventeen years old. I snuck and did that shit. One of my homeboys on the basketball team with me at my old school, his big brother used to do tattoos. That nigga would tattoo minors, but we just couldn’t say we went to him because he could have gotten arrested for that shit. I remember the day I got my first sleeve done. That shit was nice as fuck. It was a lion’s half face, and the other half was of me because I liked to think I was a fuckin’ lion when I was on that court—a beast that no one could control. There were other bible verses and stuff that I added too.

Mannnnn , when I walked my ass into that house, my mama was ready to kill me. I remember that day like it was yesterday, and sometimes when I think about it, I crack up laughing. But at seventeen years old, I swear to you, nothing was funny. I really thought she was going to kill my ass that day. It’s crazy because I was afraid of my pops, but that nigga didn’t do shit. His response was, “Let his dumb ass arm fall right off,” and that was it. They let a nigga get off too easy, so once my arm healed, I went right back the next month and did a sleeve on my other arm. You couldn’t tell me shit at my basketball games once I had two sleeves and shit. I swear I used to have all the bitches.

I ended up taking a shower and allowing the water to beat against my skin. Once I was done, I stepped out, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went over to the sink to brush my teeth. I washed my face, using the products and shit that kept my skin looking nice and healthy.

Once I finished up in the bathroom, I went to my bedroom and grabbed some briefs and basketball shorts to throw on. After a shower, a nigga could get ashy as fuck, so I applied some lotion to my skin, slipped on some Nike socks with my Gucci slides, and walked out of the room, heading downstairs to check on Siri before I called it a night.

I knocked on the door twice, and her soft voice called out for me to come in. When I walked in, she was standing at the foot of the bed, putting some things in her small suitcase. She was dressed in short silk pajamas. From where I stood, I was able to pick up on how good she smelled. There was a clip in her hair that she used to push the bang out of her face, and with the makeup removed, I could see how red her cheeks were. I could tell that she’d applied some ointment to get the rash down.

I walked over, took a seat on the bed, and looked up at her, watching as she closed the suitcase, picked it up, and rolled it to the closet. She then walked past me and got in the bed, and I turned around to look at her.

“You ain’t going to put on your bonnet?” I asked, and she chuckled.

“I was rushing when I packed, so I left it at home. One of your hoes didn’t leave theirs over here? I’ll put theirs on,” her smart ass said, trying to be funny.

“There you go with that bullshit. Hoes don’t come here, Siri . Ion know where you got that piece of information from,” I told her.

“Hmm ,” was all she said.

“I got a do-rag. You want that?” I questioned.

“No , I’m fine,” she let me know.

“Let me see your feet,” I said and hit the bed, so she could take them out.

“No ,” she shot.

“Man , you know you want a nigga to massage them crusty ass feet. Bring ’em here,” I demanded.

Siri laughed while she pulled her feet from under the covers. “You’re a lie if my feet are crusty, Dionte ,” she snapped.

I turned my body completely, so I could put her feet in my lap. She’d been complaining about them hurting tonight, so I was just trying to get her right before I went upstairs and took my ass to sleep. It had been a long ass day, and I was surprised that I still had the energy to keep going.

With her feet in my hands, I took my time massaging them. I can’t even tell you the last time I massaged a woman’s feet. It had to have been when I was married, and I would often give the best foot massages to Serenity . This kind of thing was so personal to me, so I had to be in love like a motha fucka to want to massage feet.

Her eyes were closed, but she wasn’t asleep, though, because she would occasionally let out moans. I let this shit go on for about twenty more minutes, and then I grabbed both of her feet in just my one large hand, lifted them, and placed them back under the covers. I was about to head out and take my ass upstairs to bed.

“Come here,” she demanded.

I scooted a little closer.

Her hand reached up, cuffing the back of my head and bringing it closer to hers. Within seconds, the two of us were staring at each other. I wasn’t going to make a move until her ass made one because I wanted to have the satisfaction of saying that her ass was the one who kissed me. The thing is, Siri knew me, and she knew what I was thinking, which is why I could see it in her eyes that she was contemplating whether she wanted to kiss me or not.

“Do it, so I can tell everybody that you put your lips on me,” I cockily stated.

Lowkey , I wanted her to do it. I hadn’t tasted her lips in years, and I knew she always had the sweetest tasting lips. She playfully rolled her eyes and pulled me even closer, then she pecked me on my lips. It took a few seconds before she leaned back in, and we full out started tongue kissing. She slipped her tongue inside my mouth, and I sucked on it like I’d done so many times before. I gave her mine, just sticking it out, and she kissed my tongue, playfully bit it, sucked on it, and then we were back to kissing. During the kiss, her hand left the back of my head, and she was trying to go for my basketball shorts, but I kept moving her hand out of the way. I think I did that shit one time too many because she ended up breaking the kiss and looking at me like I was crazy.

“Dionte !” she snapped.

My dick was hard as fuck, yet I kept knocking her hand out of the way.

“I just ain’t trying to complicate shit. You know me. If you give me the pussy, Ima think we married again,” I let her know, and she laughed.

Siri sat up in bed and started unbuttoning her silk pajama top. Once she got it all the way undone, she tossed the top on the bed, and I was looking at small titties. That’s when I knew her ass was dead ass serious. To challenge a nigga some more, she even came up out of the pajama bottoms along with her panties, and she lay bare before me. The last time that I’d seen her naked, I remember her being firm because Siri worked out too. She was a dancer, so she had no choice but to stay in shape. I wasn’t used to seeing her this small. I never had a piece of pussy put in front of me where I could feel myself folding, especially coming from Siri .

I didn’t want her to fuck around and change her mind on me, so I mounted her and brought my lips to her neck, where I started sucking. That was her spot and would get her to go wild. She was squirming under me, and her hands were now in my shorts, wrapped around my dick, softly jacking it. That shit felt good as fuck. I removed her hands for a second, so I could kiss down her body. When I got to her breasts, I paid both of her nipples a good amount of attention, and then I started placing kisses on her belly. I made it to her pussy, where I kissed around the area. Kissing her pussy lips, I tugged at them with my lips, and then I used my hands to pry them apart, and I dove in with my tongue. I licked her clit, and her back arched from the bed. That let me know she hadn’t been touched in a while because I hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.

“Shittttt … Dionteeeeeee !” she cried out. Her hand cuffed the back of my head as I effortlessly ate her pussy.

Even after all these years, I was still so in tune with her body. I knew exactly what I had to do to have her climbing the walls. I didn’t want her to cum fast, so I paused from showing her clit so much attention and used my tongue to trace the outer part of her pussy. I licked the creases of her thighs and kissed them. The juices that were steadily dripping out of her, I licked them up, only to place them back on her clit, where I went back to sucking.

“Ohhh … Goddddddd … Ima cummmmm… Ima cummmm!” she screeched, doing exactly what I had been trying to prevent from happening so quickly, but I knew how miserable that shit could be for someone to fuck with your nut.

Her pussy was jumping from the powerful orgasm that it had just released. I gave it a few seconds to calm down, and then I lowered my head, going right back in, wanting to lick another one up out of her.

“You still taste so good, Bay -Bay ,” I mumbled into her pussy, sitting up a bit, so I could stick a finger inside her.

Her body tensed, and that told me all that I needed to know—this pussy wasn’t getting penetrated. I stuck another finger inside her, followed by one more, so pretty soon, I had three fingers working inside her. My fingers moved in an upward direction, which was the trick I used to do to get her to squirt. As I did that, I continued to lick her clit, holding it hostage with my lips, not wanting to let it go.

“Ohhhh … fuckkk… fuckkkk… fuckkkk… I’m cummingggg,” she moaned as juices shot out of her.

She didn’t even give a nigga any time to enjoy all the juices that seeped out of her because she locked her legs around my neck, holding a nigga in as her body shook. After a few seconds, she eventually unhooked her legs, and I brought my body closer to hers, mounting her again, and we started kissing.

I allowed her to suck the juices that were left on my lips and lingering on my tongue. While we got lost in the kiss, I pulled my dick out through my briefs. I was so skilled at what I did that I didn’t even have to break the kiss to find the right hole. I only broke the kiss because I wanted to have my eyes on her and see her reaction once this dick slid inside her. I dragged the head of my dick up and down her pussy, loving the feel of her creamy juices.

She was squirming underneath me, ready to feel that dick inside her. I pushed in, which had her clutching my shoulders as I muscled my way through her tight ass pussy, biting hard as fuck on my lip. Once he was all the way inside, I created a rhythm and started fuckin’ her deep and slow.

“Mr . Mannnnnnn ,” she moaned as her eyes rolled.

“I’m right here, Bay -Bay . Your pussy still feels so fuckin’ good. Baby , it’s so fuckin’ warm and tight. Shittttt , I fuckin’ love you, girl,” I groaned and leaned my head in so I could kiss and suck on her neck.

My lips traveled to her chin, and I kissed her there too. Then , they were on her titties, kissing and licking her nipples. I had her going crazy because I was giving her passion from all over. I still remembered all her hot spots. Kissing on her neck and showing love to her nipples while I fucked her had always been the thing that allowed her body to let loose.

“Hmmmmm … I love you, toooo… I love you toooo!” she cried out to me and placed the palms of her hands on my chest as I long stroked her.

When her body froze, and the moans weren’t falling from her lips anymore, I knew she was about to get hers. I continued to beat against her spot while her eyes rolled, and I was only able to see the whites. Then she started to cum. I took it easy with Siri as I pulled out of her, grabbed her by her arms to sit her up, and then I turned her around, wanting her to get on all fours. Once she was in the perfect arch, I leaned my head in, removing some of the hair off her neck and letting it go to her back. Then , I was right there again, kissing and sucking all over her neck. I was holding off on slipping inside her because, from the way she was panting, I knew that she could use the break.

“You still fuck me so good after all these years,” she let me know, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder.

I smirked at her revelation as I stood behind her, already with a deep grip on her waist, just waiting for the perfect time to slip in.

“This position used to be your favorite. I made you love doggy,” I reminded her.

With a smile on her face, she reached her small hand back and grabbed my dick, jacking it even though it was already nice and hard. Then she slipped me inside.

“Oooooohhhhh ,” she moaned, tensing up a bit and trying to scoot up, but I was on her ass.

“You can take that shit! You took it a thousand times before. Come on. Get right!” I threatened, bringing my hand down and slapping her hard as hell on her ass, causing her body to shake a bit.

I kept a hand on her waist and one on the headboard as I started drilling her pussy from the back. She moaned loud as hell, and I was happy as fuck that I was fuckin’ her downstairs. If we’d fucked upstairs in my bedroom, with my son’s room only a few doors down, there was no doubt in my mind that he would have heard the sounds of his mama getting fucked, which would probably scar that boy for life.

“Mr . Mannnnnnnnn … Babyyyyy … waittttt,” she moaned, turning around to look at me over her shoulder.

“The only thing I’m waiting for is to witness this pussy cum again. You forgot the way I fuck, baby? You know I don’t give breaks around this motha fucka. Come on. Let’s keep fuckin’. That’s what you wanna do, right?” I asked, pulling her back to me by her hair and making her put her head on my chest while I continued to pump into her from the back. My left hand found its way around her neck while she was below me, still going crazy on the dick.

“Yesssss … I wanna keep fuckinnnnn’!” she moaned.

Keeping my hand wrapped around her throat, I leaned my head in and placed my lips to her ear, where I kissed her and even licked around her ear and the inside, too, not giving a fuck where my tongue landed. My tongue had already explored every inch of her body, anyway.

“Them dildos you be using don’t feel like this, huh?” I asked.

“Nooooooo … I miss feeling the real thing… Te , I’m going to cum againnnnn,” she warned.

“You could have been getting the real thing, but you like playing crazy. Tell me you love me when you start cumming,” I groaned, feeling myself about to let off too in that position. I’d held out long enough on my nut.

“Ooooohhhh . I love youuuuu!” she cried out, wetting up my dick with more juices.

Two pumps later, I quickly pulled my dick out and shot all over her ass. I grabbed up the throw blanket to wipe the nut off her ass, and then I fell back on the bed, lying on my back. She crawled over to me seconds later. All it took was five minutes of me catching my damn breath, and my dick was rising again. We went at it so hard. I kept trying to make some good ass love to Siri , but she kept hollering out that she wanted to get fucked, so that’s exactly what I gave her.

So , there we were, damn near an hour later, and I was lying on my back while she sat next to me, Indian style. She had a look on her face like she needed to get something off her chest.

“What ? You regretting the day you divorced a nigga, huh?” I asked.

She laughed, but it felt like it was forced.

“What , Bay -Bay ? You regret what we just did? Siri , that shit was so fuckin’ good, and you know it. Both of us missed that shit. I can tell from the way our bodies reacted. We ain’t gotta let all these years go by again with us not being intimate with each other. We can be doing this shit every damn day. We can work on us. You know, find balance and shit this time around, so our marriage can work,” I voiced.

She looked at me with a lone tear falling from her eye, and I already knew it was deeper than I thought. So , I stood up from the bed, grabbed my briefs and my gym shorts, and walked into the bathroom that was adjacent to the bedroom. I pissed, cleaned my dick off, and washed my hands.

As I stood there, looking at myself in the mirror, I prayed to God that Siri wasn’t about to lay some bullshit on me.