The Real Trap Wives Of Memphis

by Monica Parker

  “Kay, you know that I love you more than anything in this whole entire world. You also know I never beg or ask anyone for a damn thing, so please don’t leave me or make me beg.”

  Davion kissed my lips so passionately that it made me feel bad for putting him on the spot and demanding that he choose me over the streets. He loved me and I knew that he did, but I craved him daily, but he spent so much time in the streets that I was always sound asleep by the time he got home. I deserved to be put first for once. Never had I put him second to anything

  “Kay you deserve the world and more. I have to get out here and get it. Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream. I’m out here every day busting my ass so that I can be able to give you what you deserve. I was self-raised, so all I know is the streets. I can’t see myself doing the nine-to-five thing, but the money I’m seeing out here in these streets will ensure that I keep you laced in the finest shit money can buy. You deserve the lifestyle of a queen; just let me be your king for a while.”

  I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, “It’s not about the damn money. I can’t keep doing this shit. It’s too hard not knowing if you going to walk through the door or not. I don’t want to get that call one day that something horrible has happened to you, not to mention that I’m tied up in your shit as well. You think I wanna keep getting my hands dirty too?”

  Davion ran his hand down the side of his face in frustration. “Baby you are the one that I married. I am very careful when I’m out here in these streets so stop worrying so much. I come home to my queen every night. Can’t nobody support you like I do. I have to be able to provide for our future kids. I need you to keep holding me down while I’m out here getting to the paper and trust me. I don’t like my lady getting her hands dirty. Please stop crying love.”

  Tears were falling down my cheek like I had just lost my best friend; and it kind of felt like I had. I knew that I was being just a little bit selfish, but so was Davion. I pushed away from him gently, “I can't keep holding you down if I'm always going to feel second to the streets.”

  Davion grabbed my chin forcing me to look into his beautiful eyes. “You are always number one. You don’t come second to anything. I show you how much I love you every day.”

  “What is love if it just up and leaves every time a phone call comes in? Every day when you leave me I can't do anything, but worry about you. I used to feel like I was the oxygen that you needed to survive, but you replaced me with money. Am I just a pawn in your game?”

  He let go of my face and stood back to look me up and down. “How the fuck do you feel like a pawn in my game?”

  “You really want the answer to that? It’s because the only time I feel appreciated by you is when we fuckin and suckin.”

  “Is that how you really feel?” Davion asked, grabbing me into his arms. “I appreciate you more than you know.” There was something about Davion that I couldn't resist. But every time we were together, a part of me felt like I was in a danger zone. He was all I wanted, needed and desired.

  Davion and I had been in love for the past three years and it took him two years out of the three to marry me. At first he wasn't in the streets as much, but when his big brother Detrick died last year he took over his territory which is when he became distant.

  I bit my tongue slightly. I was afraid to hear the answer to what I was about to ask. “Davion would you give it all up for me if I ask you to?” I tried looking into his eyes but he turned away from me.

  “I know that you wouldn't ask me that.” I tried to hide my disappointment of his answer but it was written all over my face.

  “Well, I’m asking you now. What’s it gonna be; me or the streets?”

  “Makayla,” he whined my name. I hated when he did that shit.

  “Please do not ‘But Makayla’ me!”

  “Baby, what do you want from me? Just tell me and I'll make it happen. I can give you anything your heart desires,” Davion pleaded.

  I wanted to punch him square in the mouth because he still didn’t get it.

  “You can’t buy me. There's nothing materialistic that will make this pain in my heart go away. Baby I want you to leave this bullshit alone. Feel where I'm coming from for a change. Davion just leave.”

  “Leave? What the hell are you talking about?”

  “The game, that’s what! Leave the fuckin’ game and make me feel like getting you out wasn’t in vain! Make me feel like you will come back to me every night in one piece!” I felt my emotions hit overdrive as he stood there with his arms folded.

  “Please don't make me choose,” Davion pleaded.

  “Why not? Is it because you already know who you will choose? The thing that hurts the most to me is that I know it’s not me that you will choose.” Tears rolled down my face onto my dress, and as he stared into my eyes, I knew that Davion felt the pain in my trembling voice.

  “I’m tired of this,” Davion commented before lifting me off of my feet and carrying me to our bedroom.

  “You think that sexing me is gonna fix this?” I asked. He laid me in the bed and slowly kissed my lips. With every kiss a tear drop fell onto our lips. The planted kisses were salty and soft, and exactly what I needed at this precise moment. Davion unbuttoned my dress without taking his gaze off of me. I guess he feared that if he looked off, even for a split second, he might have lost me along with my attention. He wrapped his big arms around me and my body craved his touch. His hands were grabbing my thick curves, sending a bolt of electricity through my body. His sweet whispers where like music to my ears.

  “Kay, I'm sorry, baby. You know, I love you.” Something about the way he said it made me believe him, but in the back of my mind, I knew this shit would happen again, I wasn't going to be naive, but I was enjoying the moment.

  Davion flickered his soft, long tongue across my ear just the way he knew I loved it; he knew that it was one of my hotspots. He was about to release his inner sex genie. His hands continued to slide up and down my body as every sex organ on me begin to pulsate. Finally closing my eyes with anticipation, my mouth slightly opened, releasing the oxygen that I didn’t realized that I was holding. Davion lifted both of my legs until they were comfortably behind my head. It was no secret that I was as flexible as hell because I kept myself in the best shape possible for whatever freaky shit he might wanna get into.

  I already knew it was about to go down, so I prepared myself by holding onto the rails of our headboard. He was rubbing on my favorite hot spots. He licked and kissed down the length of my body until he reached my clit. He flattened his tongue and began licking me up down and in a circular motion, not missing any spots.

  “Oh shit daddy,” I moaned tightening my grip on the rails.

  “You like that,” he whispered between moans and licks.

  “Pleased don’t stop,” I begged as he opened my lips, exposing my pearl tongue. He ran the tip of his tongue over her as I squirmed under him.

  “I told you about trying to run.” He gripped my thighs and sucked my whole clit into his mouth causing my hips to buck wildly. The more I struggled, the harder he sucked.

  “Shiiiiiit,” I cried out as I felt my orgasm building. My pearl was pulsating like a drum as he continued to slurp on her. Just when I couldn’t take anymore, Davion slid his tongue inside of my pussy, coating his mouth with my juices. Within five seconds he had me drowning his face with my liquid love. He drunk it up like I was his morning cup of coffee. Releasing my legs from behind my head, he pinned me to the headboard. I tried to catch my breath because I was seeing stars from the intensity of my orgasm.

  “Baby girl, I'm not done. Put them legs back up!” Davion demanded. My legs were sore from holding them in position, but I did as I was instructed. He picked me up with my legs still behind my head. My husband was strong as hell and I saluted him daily on working out like he was a personal trainer. As soon as he entered my pussy, my eyes began rolling to the back of my head. He was hitting every wall, making sure that I felt him dee
p inside of me. “What you got your face balled up for? You can’t take this dick, he whispered taunting me.

  It felt like he was giving me a kidney shot so he slowed it down a notch and removed my legs from behind my head. Flipping me over with one of his hands he reentered me slowly.

  “Damn this feel like home. I don’t ever wanna leave,” he whispered before kissing me on my neck. He slow-dicked me from the back, pulling all the way out and then slowly grazed my clit before he went back inside my wet snatch. I couldn't fight it anymore.

  “Davion!” I screamed. I knew he was smiling because he loved hearing his name called. He knew how nasty and freaky I liked it, so he sucked his index finger before sliding it into the opening of my asshole. The sensation from both of my holes being filled made my hips buck involuntarily.

  “Damn bae…” I uttered as the sensations from both his dick and finger continued to overtake me. I loved being double-penetrated. I knew I was about to cum again, but I wanted to cum in my favorite position.

  “Let me ride it,” I seductively whispered. It was time for me to release some of my frustrations out on him. I climbed up on top of him and rode like a cowgirl, riding him to my own beat while running my hands up and down on his chest. He couldn't get enough of me. He was hooked and so was I. My goal was to make sure he was weak. Once he was drained of all his energy I knew he would stay home. I was popping my pussy like a stripper and even turned around a few times causing his eyes to roll back. The harder I bounced on him, the harder his dick became. I reached back, massaging his stiff balls as he tried to keep from nutting, but I was on the verge of coming and I knew he couldn’t hold out too much longer

  My high-pitched moans matched his low-toned ones in perfect harmony. The love in our eyes had us both lost.

  “Damn Kay. Why you doin me like this?” he asked as I flipped around riding him in reverse cow girl. He watched my ass clap as I bounced up and down on his dick. The combination of him slapping my ass and the sound of our bodies touching made me wetter than I had ever been. With all my strength I clamped my pussy around him and we both climaxed together. After the convulsions stopped I slowly slid off of him. With his eyes closed he laid there with his dick stuck to the pool of cum on his thigh. Being the freak that I was I licked him clean before finishing us both off with a wash cloth. Bet you stay your ass home now.

  DAVION

  Shit! My ass had every intention on spending the entire day with Makayla, but my homeboy Jacori needed me. Jacori had just damn near got caught slipping, so this meeting couldn’t wait. If he got caught slipping, that meant the city would be dry as fuck and I couldn't afford that shit right now. If we didn't hustle and the work stopped coming in then no one would eat. I was going to go out for a few hours then be back home in time for dinner, but Makayla ass wanted to act like a spoiled brat, talking about she would leave a nigga if I left the house.

  I loved the shit out of her, but sometimes I needed to get away from all her nagging. Sometimes she was down for a nigga and let me do me. She even let me fuck around with other women as long as she was involved in it, but these streets are the one thing she didn’t have no chill about. I really didn't appreciate Makayla giving me an ultimatum, but to be honest, I didn't want her to leave me. She was all I had in this cruel world. As soon as I came out of my mother's pussy, I was thrown to the state. I been a hood misfit all my life and it took me a while to find my misfit Queen.

  Looking into Makayla’s beautiful brown eyes, I could see the reasonable hurt that I was causing her. I decided to stay for a while before leaving out. She was pouring her heart out to me. She was the air that I breathed and to see her crying because of me broke my heart. Knowing that I couldn't change her point of view, I simply picked her up and carried her to our bedroom. We had that Guns and Roses type of love. One minute we would be fighting; the next we’d be fucking each other’s brains out. I gave her another hour and a half of pussy sucking and slow dicking, hoping that she would change her stance. Instead of giving me the seal of approval, she fell asleep in my arms.

  *********

  I tried my best not to disturb Makayla as I snuck from underneath of her. We had just had the best sex ever, but I knew what she was up to. I hated to see her upset with me, but I had to do what I had to do. Jacori had just called me hours ago and from his high- pitched tone, I knew that some shit had just popped. I mean, the nigga was in his falsetto, so I had to go check it out for myself.

  After tiptoeing out of our room, I crept into the guest room to get some clothes and some shoes to wear for the day. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. Once I was out of the shower, I remembered that I had to call Kortez for Jacori and inform him of what Jacori had told me. After checking myself in the mirror, I dialed Kortez before grabbing my keys and walking towards my car. Kortez answered my call on the first ring.

  “What’s up?”

  “What up. What are you doing right now?” I asked climbing into my car. I silently prayed that starting it up wouldn’t wake up Makayla.

  “Pissed off and frustrated!” Kortez answered.

  “Why, what’s the problem?”

  “It’s been a bad day for me. I had to beat Alonzo’s ass early this morning, then on top of that, Alisha tripping about another bitch. There’s no winning for losing around my way.”

  “For real? Kay on her bullshit too. You know how these females get.”

  “Yeah, I'm going to need a stiff shot or two.” I was surprised because Kortez wasn’t a big drinker. I knew he had to be feeling some type of way.

  “Well, shit, I see I’m not alone in the drama department. Our women are plotting on our asses now,” I laughed.

  “Right. That’s why I’m about to leave the crib, right now,” Kortez retorted.

  “True. But look, the reason I called you was because I received a call from Jacori and it sounds like it was some serious shit that went down with him.”

  “Something serious like what. Is he straight?” Kortez asked.

  “He didn't give me much detail about the situation over the phone, but he did tell me some work got tossed and from the sound of his voice he needs his boys right now.”

  “Damn okay. I'm on my way to his crib right now.”

  “Ok, I'll meet you there shortly.” After disconnecting the line, I shot Makayla a text.

  Kay, I had to leave, but I'll see you later my queen. I love you and I'll make it up to you when I get home in a few hours.

  I knew Makayla would be mad, but at least when she woke up she would see my text. My mind was racing with thoughts of her, but it wasn't the time to be beating myself up. I put on Jay Z’s Black Album, turning it all the way up as I hit the next block. I loved to listen to him because he was always politically correct. I made it to Jacori’s house just as Kortez pulled up. I cut off my engine and walked over to Kortez’s Denali.

  “What's up my nigga?” Kortez greeted. We dapped up before heading inside of the house. It was time to handle business so that I could go home and make love to my wife again before she went off the deep end like she was known to do.

  “What’s good bruh?” I replied.

  “Mane I'm just as lost as you are. I don’t know what is going on, but we about to find out.” Jacori’s brother Javon opened the door as we reached the front porch.

  “What's up pineapple head looking ass nigga’s” he jokingly greeted us.

  “You tell us. We want to know what happened today,” Kortez replied. Javon shook his head. “Follow me. I'll let Jacori tell you what happened to him.”

  Javon settled down in Jacori’s leather recliner. “My brother knocked out a police officer today. Knocked him clean off his feet, then he went running in the woods.” After Javon finished his statement, he started laughing uncontrollably. Javon loved to joke all the time so we didn’t believe his playful ass. He played all the damn time. He belonged on TV somewhere with Kevin hart, but this wasn’t the right time to be bull-shitting.

  “What's so damn
funny? If you’re serious about what you just said, that shit aint funny. A nigga can’t never be serious with you,” I argued, irritated that Javon could be so juvenile at times.

  “I'm dead serious. This time I’m actually laughing because of the way he explained the shit. I wish I had seen it myself. I mean he knocked out one of the dicks, bruh. You know they ‘bout to be looking for that nigga. Javon laughed again while Kortez and I struggled to find the humor.

  “Where the fuck he at?” Kortez asked getting impatient. “Better yet, where Legacy ass at? I rather hear this shit from anybody’s mouth but yours because you play too much.”

  “He is upstairs getting dressed. Legacy left before I got here,” Javon answered looking hurt.

  “The fuck he call us over here for if he ain’t even dressed?” Kortez shook his head. I don’t know but this that bullshit. I’m about to roll up,” I replied.

  JACORI

  “Damn, y'all that impatient,” I asked walking down the stairs. Javon roll up out my chair.” Javon did as he was told and stormed out of the room like a spoiled white girl as I recounted my story. My niggas gave it to me about having to wade through the creek, but I knew they would do it themselves if they were in my shoes.

  “So what I wanna know is this; where the fuck Breland ass at?” Kortez stated cracking his knuckles.

  “That’s the whole point of me calling y'all over. I can’t find the nigga and it ain’t the best idea for me to go over to the crib because he might have them boys watching.” Kortez and Davion exchanged angry looks. I knew right then that they had some shit in mind for this nigga Breland.

  “Damn, now I see what was so important. Seven keys of lost work. Well regardless, it’s a blessing that you didn't get caught with that much product on you. That much work would have been ten years or better,” Davion asserted.

  “Yeah I would a been fucked around. That’s why I clocked the police officer in his face. I wasn't about to go down like that. You know I wasn't about to go down without a fight,” Jacori said.