I turned the lamp off and placed my phone on the dresser, leaving it on loud just in case he decided to call me, and then I took my ass to sleep, asking God to fix my marriage before I closed my eyes. When I read those vows, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, I meant it. But I know one thing, I would hate to have to walk away from our marriage due to the simple fact that I was feeling ignored and rejected.
Sincere
I loved my wife more than anything in this entire world, God knows I did. I know lately she been feeling like I’ve been neglecting her but trust me, I wasn’t doing that shit on purpose. I had my own record label which led me to be in the studio until the wee hours of the morning. I just signed this male group by the name of Dem Boyz. Those lil niggas was the truth, and I saw so much potential in them. We were trying to finish up their album and I was pushing to have it done by the end of the month, but having my wife constantly calling me every five minutes was making a nigga lose focus. Nae knows that I love her and that a nigga would lay down my damn life for her, but I just needed her to let me work. I thought by me getting my money the legal way now, that she would cut a nigga some slack, but the shit honestly felt like it had gotten worse. I don’t get mad though, because I know that my wife doesn’t like to go to sleep unless I’m there with her, but I swear I was busting my ass like this for us. Shit, I wanted my daughter and my wife to have the finest things in life, that’s why I worked so damn hard. I promised myself that once we finished this album, I was going to take a break and take Nae on a vacation. She deserved that and much more.
I didn’t leave the studio until about three that morning, and I knew my wife and daughter would be passed out by the time I got to the house. I pulled up to our luxurious home that consisted of six bedrooms and four baths. Nae’s ass pretty much decorated this whole house by herself; she didn’t let a nigga have an input on shit. I let Nae run shit to a certain extent. When it came to her decorating the house, I felt like that was a woman’s job, so I didn’t even trip on that. But other than that, Nae knew I was running shit around here and she didn’t give me any problems. I walked inside the house and the only light that was shining was from the lamp out in the den. I turned it off and headed upstairs to check on my daughter. She was sleeping so peacefully in her twin-sized bed. I kissed her on her cheek and headed to my bedroom, where my wife was.
I walked in the room and my wife was spread out in the middle of the bed, snoring lightly. I went inside the bathroom to take a quick shower. After I was done, I changed into a pair of boxers and headed to the bed with my wife. I gently lifted her a little, so that she could lay on my chest. Nae was a heavy sleeper, so she didn’t even wake up. After wrapping my arms around her, a nigga was dead to the world.
Chapter 13: Sincere
I woke up the next morning around 9:30 a.m. I headed downstairs to play my PlayStation while my daughter and wife slept. I was normally an early bird, even though I wouldn’t go to sleep until the wee hours of the morning. Nae was normally up early with me as well, but since she had waited up for a nigga all night last night, her ass was still knocked out. She needed the extra sleep, because lately I could tell that I’ve been stressing her out. I knew my wife and I knew that something was bothering her, other than me coming home late. I also knew that she would tell me whenever she was ready. Nae and I were best friends first before we were husband and wife, so she knew that she could come to me for anything. An hour later, I heard small footsteps coming down the hall and I knew it was my daughter.
“Hi Daddy,” she said, sitting next to me. She was wearing her pink robe from Justice and her hair was freshly braided. I could tell that Nae had did it last night. My daughter’s hair was so long that it stopped down to the middle of her back. She got that pretty, long ass hair from her mama.
“Good morning princess,” I said, kissing her cheek.
“Daddy, what’s wrong with mommy?” she asked me, her big almond-shaped eyes filled with curiosity.
“I don’t know baby. What happened?” I asked, pausing the game and placing her in my lap.
“I walked in the room and Mommy was crying,” she said. My daughter loved her mama, so I knew that it bothered her to see her mom crying. Hell, it bothered me to hear that my damn wife was crying.
“Okay baby,” I said, standing up with her in my lap and sitting her back down on the couch. I took the game off and put it on regular TV.
“What do you want to watch?” I asked her.
“Dora!” she yelled with a big smile on her face.
I smiled and put the TV on Dora for my baby.
“Stay down here and watch TV while daddy goes upstairs to talk to Mommy, okay?” I asked her.
“Okay Daddy,” she responded, never taking her eyes off the TV screen.
I jogged up the stairs and went into the bedroom to see what the fuck was wrong with my wife. When I walked into the bedroom, I heard the water running from the shower in our room. I opened the door and her back was facing me, and immediately my dick got hard at the sight of her body. Her tiny ass waist and that fat ass was looking real nice as the water dripped down her beautiful body. I walked inside and silently closed the door behind me and locked it. I got out of my clothes and joined my wife in the shower.
“Shit Sin, you scared the shit out of me,” she said, holding onto her chest.
“Fuck you was crying for?” I asked, pulling her into me and grabbing me a handful of her ass.
“I wasn’t crying,” she lied. From the way her eyes and nose were red and puffy, I knew damn well she had been crying.
“So we lying now?” I asked, giving her a serious look.
She didn’t speak, she just stared at the floor and tears began to fall down her beautiful face. It did something to a nigga to watch my wife break down like that. My wife hardly ever cried, so I knew something had to be wrong. Shit, I watched my wife give birth to our daughter and her ass didn’t shed a damn tear, so I knew that something was up because Nae was so damn tough, but only to a certain extent. Now that I think about it, the only time that I saw Nae cry was when they sent my ass off to jail, and the very first time that she came and visited me while I was in jail.
“This hurts so bad Sin, because it’s not the same no more with us. You barely home and when you are here, I feel like you don’t even pay me no attention. Every time I talk to you, I feel like I’m annoying you or some shit. I feel like you put your job first, then our daughter and then that’s when you check on me,” she sobbed.
“Nae, you know that ain’t true. I would never put anything before my family, and you know that. I promise I’m going to work on being home more, it’s just a nigga doing what he got to do so we can eat,” I told her, wiping her tears away. “And as far as you feeling like you annoying me, baby that will never happen,” I said.
I knew exactly what the fuck my wife needed right now. Shit, I had been fuckin this girl since she was fourteen years old. I damn near raised her and took her virginity. I knew my wife and I knew that when she got in her feelings like this, that there was only one thing that she wanted from me. I backed her up against the shower wall and turned her around so that her back was facing me.
“Sin, what are you doing?” she asked me, turning around and looking at me over her shoulder.
I ignored her and slapped her on her ass, signaling for her to spread her legs a little wider. I squatted down and ate her pussy from the back. She started rolling her hips in a circle.
“Ohh Sin baby, right there,” she moaned, now in a squatting position so that I could have better access to her pussy.
I stuck my tongue out and let her steal the show. She started throwing that ass back against my tongue and she came within a few minutes. Nae’s ass could never hang when it came to getting her pussy ate. I swear her ass would tap out in one minute, especially if she was the one in control. She leaned down with her arm on the wall and rested her head down, breathing hard as her chest heaved in and out from that powerful orgasm I
just gave her. I placed soft kisses all over her back and neck. Catching her off guard, I slid all ten inches of hard dick in her from behind.
“Ohhh God! Ahhh baby,” she panted. I reached down and got a good grip on both her ass cheeks and spread them, and pulled her closer to me; I left her to just stand there and take that pipe that I was giving her.
“This was all your ass wanted? Why you ain’t been tell daddy you wanted to fuck?” I asked, fuckin with my wife.
“Babbbyyy it feels sooo good,” she moaned out loud. I was hitting that shit repeatedly, trying to fuckin break something in there with my dick.
“You like that shit huh baby?” I asked, grabbing her waist and thrusting deep inside of her as I moved my hips in a circular motion.
“Yeeeees!” she screamed.
My wife was so fuckin wet. I swear, her shit felt like a fuckin river. I was fuckin the shit out of her in this shower, and my baby was taking that dick like a champ. I reached my hand around and played with her clit. She moved my hand when she felt me do that. She hated when I did that, because she said it felt like she would cum too quick. I gave her two more deep strokes and when I felt her body buck against me, I knew that she was about to cum.
“Shit baby...my spotttt, I’m cuminngg!” she yelled.
I lifted her up and turned the water off. I carried her out and sat her on top of the sink in the bathroom. I pushed her knees to her chest, parted her lips, and blew on her clit. My baby was squirming up under me. I knew what she wanted but shit, a nigga just wanted to get another taste. I swear her shit was fuckin addicting. One taste and I kept crawling back for more.
“Stay your ass still!” I said, holding onto her waist. She looked at me with pleading eyes.
“Baby fuck me please!” she said, grabbing my dick and trying to put it inside of her. She looked at me, trying to read my face to see if she could put it in or not. Nae knew not to fuck with me, so she wasn’t going to do it until I told her so.
“Go ahead. It’s all about you,” I told her, letting her steal the show this time. Any other time, I would have ate that pussy until she begged for me to stop, but our daughter was woke and I didn’t need her to think that I was up here trying to kill her damn mama.
After she put the tip in, I moved her hands and spread them out on the counter. I buried my dick balls-deep inside her. She let out a small whimper, and that pussy was so warm and tight. My wife’s pussy fit my dick like a glove.
All you heard coming from out of the bathroom was the soft moans escaping my wife’s mouth, and the constant back and forth of my dick slamming inside of her pussy. I still had her arms and legs spread out across the counter, and she looked so fuckin sexy with her hair dripping wet from the shower she had taken.
“I’m cumming baby! I feellllllll it. Shittttt!” she screamed out loud. Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head. I had to kiss her to muffle her screams, because I didn’t want our daughter to hear her.
I came right after her, biting my lips and trying not to scream out my damn self. I lifted her up and we got back in the shower to finish cleaning up. After we both finished, we went inside the room to change. When we came downstairs, our daughter was still in the den watching TV. She looked up at us and smiled.
“You feel better Mommy?” she asked, wrapping her arms around Nae when she sat next to her on the couch.
My wife smiled at Janiya. “Yes baby, I feel much better,” she said, smirking at me.
I went into the kitchen and made breakfast for my two favorite women. I decided that I was going to stay home for the day with my girls. Being right here around the ones that I loved was more important than anything, so I was going to put work on hold for the rest of the day. Besides, the way my wife’s pussy was gripping, I was planning on sliding in that at least three more times today.
Chapter 15: Imani
I thought that I would sit this semester out, but I had changed my mind at the last minute and went ahead and picked my classes for the winter term. I was only going to take three courses this semester instead of five, like I did last time. The classes that I was taking this term was pretty easy. College Algebra, Sociology, and Environmental Science. Only thing I didn’t too much care for was the fact that my sociology class was on a Wednesday night, from 6:30 p.m. until 9:15 p.m. I chose that professor because I heard he was easy and all his students passed. My mom was happy as hell when I told her that I had registered to take classes as well as my dad. I figured I might as well do something, because Breesha’s ass was never home anymore.
I was leaving out the building from school and it was already 9:30 p.m. As I was walking to my car, I heard someone call out my name. I tried my best to look and see who it was and when I was finally able to see, I noticed that it was Rashard sitting on the hood of his car with a dozen of flowers in his hand. Ever since the night we went out to dinner, I was kind of giving Rashard the cold shoulder. I felt like I was putting my heart into it, and I was scared of what could happen. I mean, we still talk every once in a while, but I’m not going to lie, sometimes I do dodge his calls and I don’t text him back until later on at night, after I’ve finished with my homework and studying and everything else. I walked over to him and he handed me the flowers. I smelled them and looked down at him.
“Thank you Rashard. How did you even know I was here?” I asked, realizing that I didn’t tell him my schedule for the new semester.
“Breesha told me,” he said, smirking. I made a mental note to snap on Breesha’s ass for telling him where I would be. I was kind of happy to see him, though. It made me feel special. He pulled me in close and rested his hands on my ass. I didn’t even bother to push his hands away either like I normally would do.
“Take a ride with a nigga,” he said, after giving me a quick peck on the lips.
“And go where?” I asked, kind of skeptical about the whole situation.
“You trust me?” he asked. I stared at him for a while and for some reason, I nodded my head yes.
“My car is here though,” I said, looking for any reason to try and dodge him.
“Don’t even try it, let’s go,” he said, hopping from off the car.
When I went to the passenger side, there all types of shopping bags in the front seat. I saw True Religion, Jimmy Choo, MCM, and a few bags from Victoria’s Secret. I looked at Rashard and he had a grin plastered on his face.
“You brought all of this for me?” I blushed.
“Yeah, now come on,” he said, getting in the car.
I took all the bags out the front and carefully placed them in the backseat, trying to sneak a look in each bag. Once I was finished, I leaned over and kissed Rashard on the cheek.
“Thank you,” I told him.
“You welcome. If you stop running from a nigga, this would be the type of treatment you’ll get on a daily basis,” he said.
“And let me guess, Breesha told you what sizes I wear too?” I asked.
“Yep,” he said, flashing me that panty-dropping smile again.
We pulled out of the school parking lot, and I wasn’t going to ask any questions. I was just going to let him drive while I enjoyed the ride. He pulled up to Finga Licking and parked the car.
“What you want to eat? We not gon’ eat here, Ima just pick it up,” he stated.
“I want the Fried lobster tail with the seafood rice and macaroni and cheese, with a fruit punch,” I told him.
“Alright, lock the door,” he said, stepping out of the car.
I sat in the car for about twenty minutes, waiting for Rashard to return. He came back holding two bags and in the other hand, a carton with our drinks. I reached over and opened up the door for him. He placed the food in the back of the car and peeled out of the parking lot.
Forty-five minutes later, we were pulling up to a nice gated community. I had no idea where we were. When we got inside the community, Rashard drove down a straight path and he pulled into a big house located on the right that looked like a mini mans
ion. He parked the car and got out. I sat glued to my chair, afraid to move. I didn’t know where the fuck we were.
“You not going to get out?” Rashard asked, walking over to the passenger side and opening my door for me.
I got out the car and looked at the big grin that he had plastered on his face. He was up to something, because it was written all over his face.
“Whose house is this, Rashard?” I asked him.
“This my crib. Don’t worry, I’m not gon’ try no funny shit either. I just want to chill with you. We don’t even have to sleep together. You can sleep in one of the guest bedrooms, and I promise I won’t fuck with you,” he said.
After standing there for almost two minutes, I finally gave in. We took out all the shopping bags that were in the backseat and walked to the front door. He stuck his key inside, and the house alarm went off before he quickly deactivated it. His home was beautiful. It was a typical bachelor pad. When you walked in, there was a winding staircase and the color scheme was crème. He had a big chandelier hanging in the living room and when you looked up, there was a mirror covering the whole top half in the living room ceiling.
We walked inside the kitchen and it was absolutely beautiful. With how shiny his stove and the counter top was, you wouldn’t even think that he uses his kitchen. Next to the kitchen was the den area, where he had his 60-inch flat screen TV hanging up on the wall. There were speakers hanging up in the corners of the den wall as well.
“Wow Rashard, this is nice,” I said after he had given me a tour of his entire home. We had sat all of my bags inside of the guestroom that I would be staying in.
“Thank you, lil one,” Rashard said, leading us back inside the kitchen.
He pulled out our food and we sat and ate in silence. Once I was finished, I put the remainder of it in the microwave.
“I need to take a shower, but I don’t have anything to change into,” I said, walking over to him.
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