The men unlocked the gate promptly, and as soon as Ricky placed Camellia and Frederick down, they ran in. Lily and I walked in as well with Ricky following, and then we all surrounded Santa as one of the men powered his camera back on. I took Frederick into my lap, and Lily held Camellia since Ricky said Santa couldn’t.
“Aye, aye, get yo’ damn hand off my wife, muthafucka!” Ricky barked from behind the cameraman when the Santa Claus placed his hand gently on my waist as I sat next to him. “Cuff the fucking air.”
“Ricky!” I whined.
The Santa lifted his hand off of me, but just cuffed his hand closely enough to make it look like he was touching me. The photographer snapped a few photos, and then the other guy brought them out to us to look over.
“Aight, ‘preciate it.” Ricky took the photos and told us to come on.
“Sir, the photos are $25 apiece.”
“And?” Ricky looked back at the man, eyebrow raised and making it obvious he was on some bullshit.
“You have a Happy Holiday,” was all he said. I was sure he wanted no parts of the foolishness and harm Ricky was about to bring his way.
“Yeah, you too, muthafucka.”
My husband was a fool with his fine ass, but I loved him. And my kids were happy as hell to have met Santa.
Bia
This was our last pole dance class of the year since the instructor was going to Atlanta where her family was for some Christmas celebration. This time, Kattlyn and Virginia were here with me and Draylah, so the whole crew could enjoy the last class.
“If my man hits you up, you can have him,” one of the loud-mouthed girls named Lavinia fussed as we all took a breather since class was over. She was always giving advice that nobody wanted.
“Nah, you can’t have my nigga,” Draylah half joked, making us all laugh, including the instructor.
“So, if you caught your man cheating, you’d keep him around?” Lavinia raised her brow.
“I didn’t say that. I said I wouldn’t tell some bitch she could have my man, at least not the one I have now. Also, if your nigga was really about his shit you wouldn’t be catching him doing anything.”
“Exactly, he’d hide it good enough to where you’d never know,” Kattlyn added. “If you’re finding out, he’s sloppy, which most likely means he don’t even give a fuck if you find out.”
“No, men are just dumb! These niggas out here ain’t shit and that’s why I prefer to be single!”
“It’s a preference?” I quizzed Lavinia, sending everyone into a hearty chortle.
“No,” Virginia answered for her while laughing.
“Yes, it is! Y’all men are probably cheating on y’all at this very moment. Just as soon as y’all skip out the house, he’s calling his side chick!” Lavinia snapped, pointing to all ten of us in the room. She clearly needed some dick to calm her down. She was always on one.
The girls began to clamor, disagreeing with Lavinia before Draylah said, “Nope, when I leave, my nigga is either going to make some bread, spending time with the kids, or waiting for me to come home and sit on it. He ain’t fucking nobody but me.”
“Oh please! Not to mention, he’s a rapper! He is cheating on you!” Lavinia roared, mad as hell for some reason.
“Aww, you mad ‘cause my nigga loooove me?” Draylah grinned and flipped her ponytail, taunting Lavinia as a wave of laughter washed over the room.
Lavinia was clearly fed up, because she snatched up her bag and water bottle before storming out. Her little minion homegirl was right on her heels too.
We went to lunch after the class like usual, and then went our separate ways.
Later that evening…
This evening, Kito and I were having an early dinner with the Carpenters. They’d invited us plenty of times and wouldn’t let up, so we agreed. Also, Kito and I liked to build relationships with our clients.
“They got lights every damn where,” Kito said as we waited outside, referring to the Christmas lights covering the Carpenter’s mansion.
“See, baby, and you thought we had too much. Draylah and Ricky have a lot too, but not this bad.” I chuckled.
“I guess I ain’t used to this shit quite yet. Before you, Christmas was like whatever because it was just me and moms, but now that I got a family and shit, it’s different.”
“Good or bad?” I asked as I heard someone twisting the locks.
“You know it’s good; great.” He kissed me just as the door came open.
“So sweet! Welcome, you guys!” Mrs. Carpenter beamed as she stepped back to let us in.
“You have a really nice home,” I complimented her as her eyes stayed glued to my husband. “Mrs. Carpenter.”
“Oh huh?”
“Bia said your home is nice,” Kito reiterated.
“Oh well, thank you so much. I actually changed a lot about it. It didn’t look this nice until Stephen and I got here.” Kito and I just nodded, not really knowing what to say. “Well, come on to the dining room. Sherry has finished cooking and Stephen is already in there waiting.” Mrs. Carpenter turned around and switched off in some backless cranberry colored dress.
“Is she switching?” I whispered to Kito.
“Unfortunately,” he replied, making me snicker.
We made it to the den and there was basically a feast. They told us it would be a light dinner but that was far from the case. I was a bit hungry though, so it was fine for me. I just hoped this Sherry person actually knew how to cook.
“Welcome you two.” Stephen stood up to hug me and then shake Kito’s hand. “Have a seat anywhere. No need to stick together,” he added, which was odd.
“We uh, actually like sitting next to one another,” Kito said, helping me out of my jacket and then pulling the chair out for me.
“I will take those.” A woman appeared who I assumed was Sherry.
“Would you like some wine?” she asked after hanging the coats in the closet right outside of the dining room.
“No, we will both have some water,” Kito answered for us both. My pregnancy was still too early to start telling people outside of my friends. And to make it less obvious, Kito didn’t drink in front of other people either.
“Oh please, have some wine! It’s really good and a very old bottle that we opened especially for tonight,” Mrs. Carpenter pleaded.
I nodded to Kito.
“Um, sure, I’ll have a glass.” Kito exhaled.
“The water is fine for me though,” I confirmed with the lady.
The Carpenters seemed to be delighted by our decision, and then we proceeded to make light conversation. I found out the lady who’d taken the coats was Sherry, and after she made our plates, we all dug in. She was a pretty good cook, which I didn’t expect, and her pie was even better. After dinner, we went to their living room for some hot chocolate, which Kito declined.
“I think we’d better go,” Kito said after checking his watch. We’d been in the den for a little over an hour.
“No, not yet, stay a little longer. How about some more wine?” Stephen offered.
“Nah, I think I’m good, and we have to get home to our son,” Kito replied.
“But the fun hasn’t even started yet.” Mrs. Carpenter smirked. “The evening has just begun. We should get to know one another better.”
“I think we know each other as well as we need to right now. I really am tired, and I miss my baby,” I said, getting up like Kito had.
“Kito, why don’t you let me show you something before you go.” Mrs. Carpenter smiled, and I believe there was a twinkle in the bitch’s eye.
“Yeah, and Bia, you stay here with me so we can talk a little business or whatever you’d like.” Stephen backed his wife up.
“Wait, what the fuck is going on here?” Kito frowned, surprising me with the fact that he’d cursed in front of our clients.
“No—nothing, we just think—”
“Nigga, you trying to fuck my wife?” He glared at Stephen who
was speechless.
“Kito,” I interjected.
“Yeah, y’all on some swinger shit. Aye, where is the female with our jackets. We about to get up out of here for some shit pops off,” Kito went off.
“You may enjoy the swinger life, and we just thought—”
“Swinger? We ain’t no damn swingers!” I barked, cutting Mrs. Carpenter off. “We fuck each other and that is it!”
Sherry rushed into the den with our coats, and Kito snatched them from her, before helping me into mine.
“We’re sorry, we just thought if you tried it once, you’d bring something new into the marriage!” Mrs. Carpenter explained as she damn near chased after us.
“It keeps the marriage fresh!” Stephen added as Kito and I slipped out of their front door like we were bats being let out of hell.
When Kito and I got into the car, we sat there for a few minutes and then we both started to laugh.
“I’m so happy you realized it, baby, because I wasn’t catching on yet.” I giggled as he pulled from the curb, turning up the heat.
“Low-key, I was peeping that shit from the time we walked in the door, when she was checking me out and shit. But I just thought she was a hoe. I ain’t know her man was in on the shit.”
“Oh my gosh,” I panted from laughing. “It’s gonna be so awkward in our meetings now.”
Mr. Carpenter was paying too much money for us to drop him over this.
“I’m gon’ act like the shit ain’t happen.” Kito smiled.
“Same, but still,” I tittered.
***
The next night…
My mom, Kito’s mom, Taya, Kito Jr., Kito, and I had just come from Knotts Berry Farm. My baby had such a good time seeing all the people dressed up, and he even got on some rides. I thought he’d be scared but he wasn’t at all. We took a lot of pictures with almost every character that was dressed up too.
“Mommy, we go back?” Kito Jr. asked as I placed him into his bed.
“Go back? Aren’t you tired from today?” I laughed when he shook his head ‘no’ immediately. “Okay, we can ask Daddy?”
“Yay!”
I just watched him for a minute because he was so cute. I kissed his face a couple times just as Kito walked in and watched.
“Daddy, we go back?” KJ asked right away.
“Yeah, as soon as you grow up and can carry my ass like I did you all day,” he replied. I chuckled shaking my head as KJ looked confused. “Yeah, man, we can go but after Christmas, okay?”
“Okay!”
Kito and I took a shower, and then we got into our warm bed.
“Sometimes, I thank God that he had us both working for Guinevere at the same time,” I whispered.
I was weird and sometimes thinking about what could have happened made me queasy… even when it was in the past and didn’t even actually happen. Had I continued to force myself to be with a man I didn’t even want, and not finish my degree, I may have never even met Kito and never had my baby or the one brewing in my stomach.
“I would have found you sooner or later.” Kito locked his arms around my body and kissed my forehead. “I love you, Mrs. Hadden.”
“I love you too, Mr. Hadden.” I cheesed widely before our lips came together and Kito wedged himself between my legs.
Every Christmas… every year, seemed to get better and better with him…
Draylah
December 22nd…
Don’t fuck no bitch that’s fucking with yo’ dog, that’s law…
“Law” by Yo Gotti played over the strip club as Ricky and I sat in VIP. There were two strippers up here with us, and we’d brought a nice amount of cash. Occasionally, Ricky and I would go to the strip club together and have some fun. There was one stripper here, Marigold, who was good as hell at her job and sweet too, so we always had her and another girl in our private elevated box.
Money was everywhere once the girls finished dancing for us, and they started to scoop it up before the other girl left out.
“Y’all are such a sexy couple.” Marigold smiled as she picked up the last few dollars. “I would love to be a fly on the wall when y’all are fucking because I know you guys are some freaks.” She laughed.
Ricky and I said nothing as we kissed, and of course, his freaky ass had his tongue down my throat. When I felt Marigold’s hands rub up my thighs, I turned to look down at her. She quickly reached up my dress to pull on my G-string, and pulled it down my legs. Before I could say anything, she was face deep in my pussy, putting her tongue to work. And since Ricky and I were twisted, my will power was weaker than usual.
Of course, Ricky wasted no time pushing down the top of my dress to attack my nipples. The sensation of them both caused me to explode almost immediately, and Marigold continued to feast until I released again. I moved my bottom half away from her mouth, making sure she didn’t try to keep going.
“Oh my gosh,” I panted, unbuttoning Ricky’s shirt because I wanted to fuck him right then. However, Marigold had other plans as she went right to unbuckling his jeans to remove his dick. I thought to stop her, but I knew she couldn’t suck Ricky’s dick like I could, and even if she could, he wasn’t going anywhere.
He and I started to suck one another’s lips as Marigold slurped his dick, and when I noticed he hadn’t moaned yet like he did for me, I smiled on the inside. Ricky yanked Marigold off his dick, pushed me onto my back, and slipped out of his bottoms. Pressing my thighs back, he pushed his long, hard, thick dick inside of me to where I felt him in my chest. His large hands palmed the backs of my thighs as he worked in and out of my pussy, watching himself stroke me.
“So tight and juicy.” He licked his lips, before pulling out, dipping down to sensually kiss my pussy, and then diving back in, making sure my knees were damn near by my ears.
“Ba—uhhh.” I couldn’t even speak as Ricky fucked the shit out of me, staring hard down into my eyes which turned me on.
As he assaulted my pussy with deep strokes, I placed my hand on his rock-hard abs, trying to gain some control because I was about to come way too hard and uncontrollably. My body jerked as I came on his thickness, and Ricky pulled out, turned me around on the couch, then slid inside of me from behind.
“Mmm,” I cried out as he pounded me from the back, gripping my waist with one hand and holding my shoulder with the other. I came in record time, as he continued to beat my pussy up with no mercy. Our skin clapped and glided against one another because of the sweat we’d already worked up.
“Cum on it again.” Ricky leaned down to suck on my neck, making me tremble, before choking me for a little bit while beating it up. I looked over my shoulder and saw Marigold come up and try to kiss on Ricky’s neck and chest, but he abruptly turned her the other way and said, “Get back.”
As Ricky hammered my pussy, causing me to cry out and release on him again, Marigold climbed under us and began to suck my clit simultaneously. I could tell she wanted some dick, but Ricky wasn’t about to give it to her.
“Oh fuck,” Ricky moaned at the feeling of being inside of me. His sexy expression of pleasure turned me on.
“Get up, I wanna bust on ya face,” Ricky ordered Marigold, and she hopped down off the couch like a good puppy.
Ricky hit me deeply a few more times, making me cum and causing my pussy to become sopping wet. Suddenly, he pulled out, and released all on Marigold’s face. She had her mouth open, catching some of it, making me slightly jealous. I guess I just didn’t want to share any parts of Ricky, not even his nut.
I laid there on my stomach feeling dead, as Marigold left to get some towels.
“Mmm,” Ricky mumbled, licking my pussy from the back. I was so sensitive that I came in under ten seconds of him eating me.
“Don’t expect this again, Frederick,” I warned him, out of breath.
“Yeah, aight.”
I glanced over my shoulder to see him grinning with his handsome yet rugged ass. I just rolled my eyes, making him l
augh. He hovered over me, letting his dick hit my ass as I lied on my stomach, and started to slowly and nastily kiss me.
“I love you, baby,” he said.
“I love you too.”
***
Crazy nigga blues… December 23rd
Christmas was coming up, but Ricky had pissed me off, so I wasn’t fucking with him. Last night on our way out of the club, I swear he was flirting with some hoe. Of course, I slapped the bitch and all hell broke loose, but still, he had me fucked up. So, per usual, I blocked his number in my phone to fuck with him before he left to the studio this evening.
I was sure he’d figured it out by now because we always texted faithfully. I was even starting to feel weird because I wasn’t used to not seeing him pop up on my phone in the midst of other notifications.
Currently, since I was off from everything, I was watching Christmas movies with my kids. They were all knocked out though, so technically, it was just me. Suddenly my phone buzzed on the table in the den, and I saw it was a text from a number that wasn’t stored in my phone.
+1 (310) 555 - 0933: I’m coming to you as a woman and as a real bitch to let you know I’ve been fucking yo’ nigga. All them times he claims he’s going to record with one of his artists or his own music, he’s coming to see me. How you think I got your number? Out of this muthafucka’s phone. He’s at my house right now, since he just hit this pussy, so if you call, I can put you on speaker and we can bust his ass bitch.
My heart thumped out of my chest as I read the text. Usually, I wouldn’t believe these hoes, but how did she get my number? And she was so specific about when he cheated. Yeah, I was about to call. Better safe than sorry; plus, I wanted to beat this bitch’s ass and shoot him, so I was hoping she gave up that location.
The line trilled for a few seconds and finally it picked up.
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