“What, man?”
“For real, this is marriage. You still got kids with her, and what you gonna go tell everybody that today was some bullshit?”
“Man, I don’t fucking know.” He was shaking his head sitting passenger side in my whip.
“Well, you need to figure it out cause there go your wife right there.” I pointed to the lobby at Kisha. She didn’t see us, but I damn sure saw her. Ass poking out of some shorts she had on, a tank top and some tennis shoes; nothing special, but the bitch was still something to stare at.
“Man, what the fuck she doing out here?”
“She’s looking for her husband, man. You better step up and be a man.” His phone rang just as I said it.
“Man, she calling me now.”
“Look, y'all plane leave tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You in fucking Barbados for one week. Go, tell her you sorry, do what you got to do and come back home with ya wife man.” We both watched her, frown on her face and cell phone to her head pacing back and forth in the hotel lobby.
“Or you could just take me to Rena’s house.” I laughed at that. “You rather be with that bitch Rena than Kisha?” I honestly asked him, and he had no words, but I already knew what my answer would be. Rena was a hood rat, ran through by everybody in the hood. She just happened to catch Moe’s ass and hit his ass with a baby.
“Naw, bruh. Go ahead.” He looked from me to the phone, finally picking it up.
“Yeah…” I didn’t hear what she was saying, but from watching her in the window she was pleading with him, begging this dude.
“Aight. Here I come.” He hung up with her opening the door.
“Thanks, man…”
“So you good?” He gave me a five stepping out.
“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks, bruh. I’ll see you when we get back.”
“Hold up, bruh…” I didn’t mean to bring this up now, but some shit couldn’t wait. “You know when you gonna cut that check for the house being sold?” We had a little business deal where we invested in a house, and the house had been sold for some months now. For some reason I still hadn’t gotten a check.
“Aww, man, my bad. As soon as I get back I got you.” He looked me in the eye when he said it. Moe was my boy, so no harm no foul. I knew he was good for it.
“That’s was sup, man. Go ahead and enjoy ya honeymoon”
“Right on, man.” He gave me a final dap and got out of the car. Kisha came outside, she looked sad and shit like she had been crying, but when she saw this nigga she lit up like a Christmas tree.
I watched as they hugged, kissed, and they went inside. I watched her ass as they walked in, wishing that she was my bitch, but she wasn’t.
My phone ringing stole my attention, and I already knew who it was without looking at the screen.
“Yeah, Rena.”
“You done yet?”
“What you mean am I done?”
“I want you to come over.” I rolled my eyes starting the car.
“What did I tell you, man?”
“What?”
“I said I’ll come fuck you when I get ready. Don’t be rushing me and shit.” She laughed, but I was serious. “Tell me something... You still fucking Moe?” She laughed.
“What, you jealous?” That was all the answer I needed. That bitch was probably fucking half the hood, but that wasn’t what this was about. He had something that was mine, so I was taking something of his.
“You used to have Moe ass running for you, but I’m not wit that shit.”
“Sorry, baby.” I pulled out of the hotel parking lot.
“Yeah, you better say that shit, and what the fuck you doing kissing Moe at his wedding.”
“What... How did you know…?”
“Don’t worry about how the fuck I know. Didn’t I tell yo ass not to show up?” She wanted to come to the wedding as my date, but that was a no go for me. I could fuck her, let her suck my dick, but being seen in public with his bitch wasn’t happening.
“I mean…”
“Yeah, I bet you mean. But you gonna know some shit when I get to yo crib.” I wasn’t laughing and I wasn’t joking, I couldn’t take no pity on these hoes, because they always took shit for granted. Plus, seeing Kisha cry made me want to get some revenge. Grudge fucking bitches was my specialty, and tonight Rena was gonna feel every bit of tension and aggression I had pent up in me.
“I’m sorry, T.”
“Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry. Get ready and have the door unlocked.” I hung up before she could say a word. She was grown, and so was I. Moe didn’t need to know I was fucking his baby Momma, and he also didn’t need to leave his fine ass wife to fuck with a bitch, whose mouth was wrapped around my dick every night. If he was gonna have Kisha, he had better do right by her, because if I had the chance I was going to steal her ass and make her mine.
We didn’t love these hoes and this was what real homies were for, to keep you from making the wrong decision, and tonight I saved my boy from being with a hoe, so he could be with his wife, but I would have traded spots with his ass in a minute.
But I came to a conclusion today. Kisha was over me, or at least she put on a damn good acting job. She had kids now, and at least ten years had passed since we used to fuck around. It was time for me to move on, and that’s what I was going to do.
Kisha was everything I wanted, but if she didn’t want me then what did it matter.
My phone rang again; this time I looked, and it was still Rena’s number.
“What, man?”
“Are you coming now?”
“Don’t fucking rush me. I’ll be over there to fuck you when I feel like it.” Hanging up I could only smile at my pimpin. Moe was into saving these hoes, but not me. They were only good for one thing, and so what this was his baby Momma. What my boy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and at least this way he didn’t have to worry about some other nigga coming in and mistreating his kids. Old Uncle Titus always made sure the kids were tucked in before I went creeping with their momma.
Kisha
I already knew that being married to a DJ and music producer things would be hectic. If it wasn’t groupie whores it was him being away all the time, but what happened on our wedding day threw me for a loop, but somehow that night he put my mind at ease.
He told me everything. How it happened and why, and the rest of the conversation that I didn’t hear between him and Rena that would have cleared up all my confusion.
I knew that bitch Rena was a slick bitch, but I never thought that she would come up on Moe at our wedding trying to start some shit. But that's what happens when a bitch thinks you stole her man and that man just so happens to be an up and coming music producer.
Bitches wanting Moe was nothing new, but at the same time Moe was a regular dude; he made beats at night and went to work during the day. That was his routine, and going out and being in bitches faces wasn’t his thing.
We went to Barbados and talked the whole time, made love on the beach, he promised to never lie and definitely not to cheat. He apologized and even cried about it saying that he felt like dying and never wanted to hurt me.
I forgave all of it and we came home stronger than ever starting our new life together as husband and wife, but now I felt like it was our wedding night all over again.
We had only been married for two months and already he was packing his bags.
“Moe, couldn’t you have turned down the promotion?” I asked him as I followed him from around the house as he tried to pack his bags.
“Yeah, I could have, baby, but this is more money.” I liked the sound of more money, but with more money came more responsibility, and now with this new position it meant that Morris would be gone most of the time.
“When are we going to see you?”
“Weekends. I’ll come back every weekend until I find us a place and you, and the boys move down.”
“Move down?” I had no intenti
on of moving. My family was here, my job was here, and the boys were getting settled into school.
“Yeah, move. It's gonna get to the point where I can’t come back all the time.” This was too much.
“You sure it's just this show that has you leaving?” He was grabbing things as he walked through the house.
“What other reason would I have to leave my family?” I didn’t say anything. I hadn’t mentioned her since we got back. He started picking up their son at his mom’s house without having direct contact with Rena, but still she was always at the back of my mind. Plus, what his mom said at the wedding still bothered me. I knew she wanted them together, much rather him be married to her, but somehow I won his heart.
“You think your mom wants you to be with someone else?” He spun around at that question.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“At the wedding she said she was glad that you chose one of us.” He laughed still packing grabbing bags and clothes. “And that you chose me, because I have a job and have two kids by you.”
“What?”
“Did you marry me so you could get away with not paying child support?” It was a good question. I had thought about it myself, but had pushed it out of my mind until now.
“Look, I gotta go.” He grabbed his suitcase. “I’ll be gone for a few days.”
“Hold up, so you leaving right now? What about my birthday party tonight?” I could tell he forgot, his eyes wide and he was rubbing his forehead like he always did when he was frustrated.
“Ki... I gotta work, baby, like what do you want me to do?”
“You just made it back in town this morning now you leaving again? I shook my head, this shit didn’t sound right, not even for his crazy schedule. “I want my husband to be at my damn birthday party with me. What are people going to think?”
“I don’t give a fuck what they think as long as I can put food on the table.” He stared at me like he was looking straight through me. I wanted to say more, but a horn outside took his attention.
“That’s the ride to the airport.” Grabbing his bags he was out the door leaving me behind.
“Damn, I can’t get a kiss, a hug, anything?” This was all sudden, he came home saying he had to go on another trip, and now an hour later he was out the door.
Running back up the steps he dropped one of his bags and a few things scattered on the steps. Giving me a quick kiss he bent down pushing the contents back in.
You gotta let a man be a man. The pastor told us at our counseling before we got married. I kept hearing that in my head, and now watching him run off to make money for us I felt like I just needed to support him.
“Alright, baby. Just call me when you land, okay?” He waved jumping in the cab and driving off just as the boys’ school bus pulled up in front of the house.
“Mommy Mommy…” They came running off and up the steps.
“Aww, babies. You just missed Daddy.” They looked sad with Morris junior having his head down like he was going to cry.
“Mommy, what’s this?” He kneeled down grabbing a gold wrapper and handing it to me. I felt my face turn to lava as I looked at it. Right in the spot where Moe dropped his bags was a gold pack condom wrapper.
“Is that gum?” I had no words for him.
“No, baby. It's not. Come on, go inside and change your clothes. We are going to the barber shop.”
“Yeah, we get to see Uncle Titus.” They were right, but I needed to see Titus too. He was the only one that could get through to Morris for me, and if Moe was cheating on me only a few months into our already fucked up marriage I was going to leave his ass. There was no way I was going to stick by him through this shit. I got married to get away from these issues, and now here I was with a magnum condom in my hand knowing damn well me and my husband didn’t use condoms.
Being a newlywed meant I was supposed to be happy, but all this marriage brought me was pain.
Morris
I had pussy in every city and me getting this ring on my finger wasn’t going to stop how I did business. I learned something on my wedding night, that just because I was married to Kisha didn’t mean I had to only have one pussy. One pussy drove me insane, and in order to keep my head about me I needed a few different pots to dig in.
It was like my music. I had different sounds for different crowds, and while I enjoyed them all it made up my entire business as an artist. So my wife took care of my kids and the home and gave me stability. My baby momma Rena knew how to suck a mean dick and she made sure my son was taken care of and safe. Meanwhile I had hoes in different cities that took care of my needs on the road. All of them work together to please me, so I could get out here and make this money and take care of everybody.
So I took Kisha on that trip giving her what she needed and telling her what she needed to hear. Trying to make her happy and just be with one person almost drove me crazy on my wedding night, and now I knew that I needed to keep shit the way it was. Everything was the same, now the only difference was that I was only paying one child support check every month instead of two.
The flight was quick, just an hour and a half, and in no time I was touching down and heading to my hotel. We had three shows lined up and then possibly a few more cities, but what I was getting to was way more exclusive than that.
I needed something warm and wet to get my mind of the bullshit I had going on back at home, and I already had that stress reliever set up.
Opening my hotel door I saw her legs bare and naked on the bed.
“Hey, baby.” Portia was a cute little thing I hooked up with months ago when we touched down for a show. Coming back to the city I always had a cute little honey dip lined up. It was a part of my stress relief, and when I went on stage I could work clearly without thinking about fucking or emptying my nuts.
“Hey, boo.” She kissed me pulling off my coat and unbuckling my pants. This bitch already knew what to do because I trained her this way. She already knew that her place was to suck and fuck me and not ask no questions. In return, I might give her a few bills, let her hang around backstage, and give her the privilege to be around some rich niggas.
In a few months I would drop her ass just like I did every other bitch I fucked with, but for now I was going to enjoy the ride.
“Yeah, suck that, baby.” She put my dick in her mouth like it was a spoon. Sucking on me like she missed me and tasting my dick like it was a rare delicacy. The sound of her slurping filled the room, and all of my problems dissolved. From my wife to my baby momma, my obligations with my artists, and all my bills.
I concentrated on her tight jaws grabbing a fist full of her hair.
“Say I’m the greatest.” My dick slipped from her mouth.
“You’re the greatest, baby.” I gripped her hair harder.
“Say it louder. Look at me while you say it.” Making perfect eye contact she said it again.
“You are the greatest, baby.”
“Yeah, put my dick back in ya mouth, girl.” She smiled sloppy mouth and rubbed my dick all over her lips and face before taking me deep back into her throat.
This was the type of shit I couldn’t do with Kisha or Rena.
“Yeah yeah... Deeper. Take it deeper.” I pressed my hips into her mouth, closing my eyes and fucking her face. I was pissed off about everything, and a young bitch like this was my perfect opportunity to take advantage.
“Now tell me how big my dick is?” I pulled her head off my dick long enough to hear it.
“It’s the biggest dick in the world, daddy.”
“Aww yeah…”
“Yes, Daddy... It’s so big I wanna feel you cum in my mouth. I wanna taste it, daddy.” She was so good with this shit. I let her put it back in her mouth squeezing her hair in my hand as she tightened her jaws.
“Yeah, baby. That's how you do it. You know what daddy likes.” I trained they ass, it was like going to school fucking with me. I taught these hoes how to walk, talk, ac
t, and dress the exact why I liked, and the first course was sucking my dick.
“Tight, wet, and sloppy, baby... Just how daddy likes it.” She went for what she knew. No hands, and my dick completely in her mouth. I held her hair watching my dick disappear down her throat as the muscles in my dick jumped with every twirl of her tongue.
“Yeah, baby... SHIT... Yeah.” I was about to cum. I could feel it and so could she. She moved faster, sucking him harder, pulling my dick until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Daddy is about to come, baby.” I pushed her head down on my dick as I bust my nut all in her mouth, and just like I taught her she swallowed it not gagging one time.
“Damn, baby, you taste so sweet. I missed you.” She wiped her mouth with a nearby towel like she had just had a full course meal.
“Daddy missed you, too. I’m gonna go take a shower and get ready for my show.” Out of breath I needed to take a shower and get ready, but not before straightening things out with my other bitch.
Closing the bathroom door I turned on the shower and called my other chick. Portia was just my warm up, but Tina was going to be the main course.
“Hello.” She sounded a little different today.
“Wassup, boo.”
“Hey... Wassup.”
“Shit, nothing much. Wondering if you gonna stop by the show. I been missing yo ass.” She didn’t say anything and after a few seconds she started laughing.
“You aren’t gonna think shit is funny when I put this dick in your mouth.”
“Tonight?”
“Yeah, tonight.” I laughed at her ass. “That's if you ain’t shakin yo ass at that club tonight.” Tina was my stripper bitch. She knew how to twerk her ass on a dick making me stay on brick mode when I was around her.
“You do know who you're talking to, right?”
“Yeah, girl. I know it's you, Tina.” She laughed even harder and then started screaming.
“Moe, this is your fucking wife!” I pulled the phone back looking at the screen, and sure as shit it was Kisha.
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