Marriage Mayhem

by Samuel L. Hair

  “Well,” Jermaine replied, pushing aside his plate. “I’m in a mess of a marriage.” He then looked away and dropped his head.

  “So you’re married, huh?”

  “Well, no. My ex-wife is in prison. I visited her yesterday for the first time since her incarceration and she told me that she was marrying another woman when she’s released.” He then revealed everything that had taken place during his entire marriage.

  Two hours had gone by, but neither of them seemed to care about getting back to work. Now understanding what kept a somber look on Jermaine’s face, Jennifer sympathized with him. She has to be dumb, blind, and stupid to treat a man like him with no love and respect. Some people just don’t know a good thing when they’ve got it, but I do. He’s brokenhearted and in low spirits, but I’m confident that I can change that. All he needs is a little TLC and someone to listen to him.

  His emotions had completely taken over to a point that he almost cried. Jennifer stood and held his hand, and then embraced him with a long, warm hug.

  “You have to put her behind you and move forward with your life, Jermaine. Life is too short to be unhappy, and you deserve to be happy. Actually, Jermaine, she doesn’t deserve you. A man like you deserves to be treated good and given much attention. Things happen for a reason.”

  She had suddenly transformed from a real estate agent to a marriage counselor. Her smile and body language coordinated just right with the pronunciation of her words, which were actually flattering to Jermaine. He had never imagined dating outside his race, but suddenly he was attracted to Jennifer’s concern for him and also her intellect. He wondered what it would be like to date a professional, successful Caucasian woman.

  “Would you like to see my home and watch a couple movies together?” All of a sudden he felt a lot better.

  “I’d love that, but what about work?” replied Jennifer, smiling.

  “I’ll pick up where I left off tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.”

  “Sounds like a winner to me.”

  She excitedly followed him home. She started to call her two friends but decided to wait and call them later in hopes to tell them some good news.

  “Your home is totally immaculate and marvelous, Jermaine. Did you do the decorating yourself, or did your insignificant other do all of this?” she asked, admiring his home. Then she seated herself.

  “Actually, I bought, chose, and positioned everything inside my home,” responded Jermaine.

  “Impressive. Very impressive. I didn’t think men had such good taste. Your aquarium and your fish are so unique and attractive.”

  “Thanks. I love aquariums so much that I actually have them in just about every room in the house. Would you like to see upstairs?”

  “I’d love to.” Her pussy tingled, sensing that he was about to take her to his bedroom and do her.

  Sex was far from Jermaine’s mind, but Jennifer’s temperature was close to being overheated. She desperately wanted this black man to lay her down and fuck her, exactly like they did it on the pornos, but unfortunately, once Jermaine had finished showing her the upstairs, he led her back downstairs.

  She was disappointed at the fact that Jermaine had not yet made a move toward her, but what the hell, they had all night. Maybe he wants to take his time with me, thought Jennifer. But I don’t want him to take his time. I want him to fuck me right now.

  “What kind of movies do you like?” Jermaine asked.

  She wanted to say, porn starring black men with big dicks, but decided against it.

  “Wesley Snipes is my favorite. He has a way of being passionate with women, you know. Also, he has the ability to take control of any situation, and I mean any situation.” She was hoping he’d get the message, but he didn’t. I wonder are all black men this patient when it comes to sex, she thought.

  “I think I can accommodate you with a Wesley Snipes movie,” he responded, making his way to his movie library. “Would you like something to drink?”

  Now he’s talking, thought Jennifer. Get me drunk and fuck my brains out, you handsome black stud.

  “Yes, sure. Perhaps that would set off the evening. What are my choices?” Long and fat, fast and hard, slow and easy. My choices are all the above. She was excited as ever.

  “Well, I’m actually not much of a drinker, Jennifer, but lately my mind has been so screwed up that drinking has been my way out, you know. I have some Jack Daniel’s if that’s not too strong for you.”

  “Jack will be fine,” she replied, smiling, thinking, Yep, this is gonna be the ultimate fuck of the century. I can’t wait until he puts it in. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second.

  While he fixed drinks, she toyed around with her clit.

  Jermaine was the perfect gentleman to Jennifer. His only flaw was that his mind was far from sex. It was on Karen.

  The movie did not interest him at all; neither did the conversation between he and Jennifer. Jennifer sensed that something was bothering him, because suddenly he had that same depressed look again.

  While sipping his drink and trying to keep his mind on the situation at hand, thoughts of Karen’s damaging words and threats kept haunting Jermaine’s mind. “I wish you were dead! I’ve been fucking other men in the bed! I’ll lie to the police and say that you raped me and they’ll lock you up and throw away the key! Fuck you, Jermaine! You’re not a man, you’re a bitch! I’ll have someone kill you! I hate you, your mama, and your ugly daughter!”

  “Are you all right?” asked Jennifer, setting down her drink. She then began rubbing his leg. Once her hand neared his penis she left it there. She was almost at home plate.

  “Yeah, I’m okay. I apologize for daydreaming, but I can’t seem to stop thinking about some of my ex-wife’s unkind words and threats.” He dropped his head in his hands and began sobbing.

  Jennifer continued caressing him in hopes that he would get aroused enough to fuck her right then and there, but after seeing that it wasn’t working, she aggressively made a move. First, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis and began massaging, and then she knelt over and began sucking it. While giving him head, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her big, attractive tits. Her nipples were long and the areolas were the size of a silver-dollar coin, but they did not appeal to Jermaine at all. His mind was still on Karen’s words. Jennifer tried hard to relieve his mind but it just was not working. His dick head feels so good in my mouth, so different, so black, so—. I’m about to give my pussy a total fuckin’ party tonight. Yes!

  “You have to put her behind you, baby,” Jennifer whispered, while sucking and licking his penis trying to get it rock-hard. His penis may have not been big enough for Karen, but compared to the Caucasian penises she’d experienced, it was a decent, acceptable size.

  “You would think that I would have dumped her after visiting her, but it’s like she has a strong hold on my mind that just won’t loosen up.” His words were so saddened he almost cried, regardless of Jennifer’s pleasures.

  “Let me see if I can help get your mind off her,” she suggested, then began sucking it even faster until she had a nice rhythm going. Her aim was to get it hard enough so that she could straddle it and ride it, but unfortunately, his penis remained limp.

  “What’s wrong with you? Doesn’t this feel good to you?” she asked, continuing to suck and lick.

  “Please excuse me, Jennifer, but my mind just isn’t on sex. I’m sorry, but—” Even though he was embarrassed, he was sincere.

  “This is un-fuckin’-believable! You’re right, Jermaine, you are sorry! And not only are you sorry, but you’re a disgrace to all black men as well! I’m outta here,” she said angrily, while buttoning her blouse. Then she stormed out the door and slammed it behind her.

  Jermaine relaxed on the sofa, sipping the rest of his drink, thinking. What’s wrong with me? That was so damn embarrassing. I don’t know if I could ever face her again. I can’t believe that my dick wouldn’t respond to a fine, redhead
white girl like her. A few drinks later he began talking out loud.

  “I should kick myself in the ass! She was sucking the hell out of me and I couldn’t even get hard! Goddammit, Karen, it’s all your fault! First you fuck up my life and now you’re fuckin’ with my manhood!”

  Afterward, he decided to watch his favorite porno movie and masturbate, hoping to release some steam and then fall asleep, but the damn thing would not get hard.

  “Goddammit, Karen! Look what you’ve done to me!” he yelled.

  After watching several X-rated movies and still not able to get hard, he finished his drink and then finally fell asleep.

  The following morning while showering, Jermaine came to the conclusion that he was going to do his best to put Karen behind him and move forward with his life. Knowing that Karen’s words and actions were spoken and carried out because of her anger, Jermaine felt that she would soon come down to earth and begin writing him and calling him like she did in the beginning of her incarceration. He prayed for that to happen more sooner than later.

  When he arrived at work he noticed that his coworkers were looking at him strangely and snickering. What’s up with these idiots? he thought. Jennifer must have told them about last night. Damn!

  On his desk were a few letters typed in large, bold print. One of the letters read: VIAGRA WORKS! Another letter read: YOU’RE UN-FUCKIN’-BELIEVABLE!

  He figured that Jennifer typed that one because last night he had heard her say those same exact words.

  Another letter read:

  IT’S NOT PROPERLY WORKING, SO WHY NOT HAVE IT

  SURGICALLY REMOVED AND REPLACE IT WITH A PUSSY!

  The last letter he read was different then the others. It read:

  I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL, JERMAINE. WE ARE TWO OF A KIND. MY PENIS ONLY GETS EXCITED WHEN BEING WITH ANOTHER MAN. I HEARD ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH WITH YOUR WIFE AND I DO SYMPATHIZE WITH YOU. HOPEFULLY THIS HORRIBLE TRAGEDY WILL SHOW YOU EXACTLY HOW WOMEN REALLY ARE. THEY’LL TURN ON YOU QUICKER THAN THE WINK OF AN EYE, BUT I NEVER WILL. I’M SEARCHING FOR A SOUL MATE, AND I AM VERY ATTRACTED TO YOU. CALL ME ANYTIME, CHAD.

  661-555-1221

  PS I’M FREE FOR DINNER TONIGHT.

  Jermaine quickly glanced over his shoulder and noticed that Chad, one of his coworkers, was smiling at him, and even winked at him.

  Jermaine stood and faced all of his coworkers and gave them the finger.

  “Fuck all of you!” he yelled, then angrily stormed into his supervisor’s office and announced his resignation.

  The following day Jermaine was interviewed by a broker who owned a Century 21 real estate branch in Thousand Oaks, California, and was hired on the spot. While sorting papers and getting his desk in order, a beautiful Mexican woman approached him and introduced herself.

  “Hi. I’m Sylvia.”

  He stared at her a few moments before answering.

  Sylvia was a plain type of woman; no makeup, no jewelry, or no flashy clothes.

  “I’m Jermaine, it’s a pleasure meeting you, Sylvia.” He wanted to say more, but was at a lost for words.

  “I’ve been employed here for six years and if there’s anything you need help with, please don’t hesitate asking me.”

  He glanced at her finger and saw no wedding ring, which boosted his spirits and confidence ten notches higher.

  “You will definitely be the first person I ask if I have any inquiries,” replied Jermaine, smiling, and then out of the blue, he got bold and asked a question. I’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain, he thought.

  “Sylvia, would I be out of line if I asked you to have lunch with me today? That is, if your husband won’t mind?” He did a little prying.

  “You don’t waste any time, do you? Normally, I don’t do lunch with strangers, but since you’re new here and seem like a pretty nice guy, lunch will be fine. I don’t think lunch will do harm to our work relationship,” she responded, actually happy to be noticed by someone.

  “It could possibly enhance it,” Jermaine replied, giving her the best smile that he could.

  She then returned to her desk and continued working.

  As Jermaine went over some leads on foreclosure properties that his boss had given him, an African American male coworker approached him.

  “What’s up, my brother? I’m Reggie,” said the man, offering a handshake.

  “I’m Jermaine, nice to meet you, Reggie.” Jermaine accepted the handshake.

  “I seen you shooting a few lines at the mystery woman and just wanted to congratulate you on that. Sylvia hasn’t smiled like that in the six years that I’ve been working with her. I don’t know what you said to her, brother, but whatever it was, keep on keeping on. It might open a door for you, you know I mean?”

  “Hopefully it will, Reg.”

  “Man, you’re like me,” Reggie said, and then pulled a chair next to Jermaine. “Sisters just insisted on disrespecting a brother, and not showing any type of appreciation or consideration whatsoever, so I started dating other races. And believe me, man, I’m lovin’ it. When a brother is with a white woman or a Mexican woman, man, that really pisses sisters off; they turn up their noses and look at you like you got shit all over you, but I just smile at ’em and keep on stepping.”

  “I hear you, man, you’re right,” replied Jermaine.

  Jermaine and Sylvia lunched at a Mexican restaurant called Baja Grill. While eating, they conversed on the real estate market, their parents and siblings, their likes and dislikes, and also their past relationships. Realizing that Sylvia was the shy, quiet type, Jermaine took pleasure in leading in conversation. They were enjoying the date, but before they knew it, it was time to go back to work.

  Trying to be sincere, Jermaine had revealed his situation about Karen to Sylvia. Jermaine felt that he was ready to initiate another relationship. Sylvia was actually just as attracted to him as he was to her, but she did not show it.

  She was very sympathetic to his issues and she was very much attracted to him, but decided to take things slow. She did not want to stumble across any trouble, especially with the evil, mean, black woman that Jermaine had described to her.

  During the course of the next month Jermaine and Sylvia began spending time together, but neither of them had talked about sex. They did not want that to be the foundation of their relationship or possible marriage.

  Jermaine’s father used to always tell him, “Son, good things are worth waiting for. Any woman who gives it up on the first night isn’t the type of woman you’d want to make your wife.”

  Jermaine was assured that Sylvia was worth waiting on, and her feelings were mutual. They were both in search of a lifetime commitment, not a one-night stand, or not just someone to get their rocks off with.

  Being seen with a Mexican woman did not bother Jermaine at all. As a matter of fact, he held his head up proudly. Sylvia treated him like a king, respected him, and produced concern and love. What he really admired about her was that she carried herself like a virtuous, shy woman.

  Sylvia had come from a decent family that instilled morals and principals inside her. Her parents exercised dignity, integrity, and the importance of family value. Her father had once owned a small cab company in Guadalajara, but opportunely, after struggling and sacrificing to save money, he sold his business in order to move his family to the United States so they could get an education and a shot at a decent life.

  When Mr. Siordia, Sylvia’s father, had first met Jermaine, he instantly did not like him simply because he was black. Because of his dislike toward Jermaine, Mrs. Siordia’s feelings were mutual.

  “I want you to marry a doctor or a lawyer, a mayor, or a politician, Sylvia. You deserve someone of that class and not anything less,” her father had said to her.

  “Father, even a doctor, a lawyer, a mayor, or a politician can be unfaithful or evil. The bigger the title, the more the cheat. I’m not looking for someone with a big title, Father, I just want someone who will love me fo
r me, be faithful to me, respect me, treat me good, and someone who will appreciate my love. That’s what I want in a husband, Father. I could care less if he’s a garbageman, a mechanic, a plumber, or a security guard; as long as he treats me good and shows me that he loves me and cares for me, that will be enough for me. Jermaine really loves me, Father, and I haven’t told him yet, but I love him too. You and Mother have taught us not to be prejudiced, Father, so please remember that in accepting Jermaine.”

  “Prejudice is not an issue here. What I’m concerned about is your disease. Have you told him that you have cancer, or are you hiding it from him?”

  “I think it’d be best if I don’t tell him right now. Revealing my disease could possibly change things, and I just don’t think it’s time yet.”

  “If he loves you, Sylvia, then your disease or condition would not be a factor in your relationship. Love is unconditional. It always has been and it always will be. When I married your mother, my vows were to love her for better or worse, through good times and bad times, and most importantly, through sickness and good health. Like I said, if he loves you like you say he does, and I truly believe that he does love you, then your disease should not be an issue,” explained Mr. Siordia.

  She embraced her father and began crying.

  “I just don’t want to lose him, Father,” she sobbed.

  “It’s your life, Sylvia. I have no right to suggest you do things that are against your will, and I’ve always wanted what’s best for you. Maybe I’m being a little over-protective, or selfish, or maybe just afraid of losing you to another man, but I have to learn to respect and accept any decisions you make in your life. I keep forgetting that you’re a grown woman and not a baby anymore. You’re an intelligent, responsible woman who’s capable of making sensible decisions, but aside from all that, to me, you will always be Daddy’s little girl.” Tears ran from his eyes as he hugged his daughter.

  “You’re right, Father. I will always be Daddy’s little girl. Thank you for understanding, Father. I love you so much.”