My Sister's Husband

by Ambria Davis

  “Okay, you win this time,” he said, which caused me to smile. I knew my brother like the back of my hand. I knew all along that I was going to win. “Don’t be getting all happy. I’m going to start putting my foot down.”

  “Yeah, well, until that time comes, I’ll continue being the brat you made me into,” I said, laughing.

  “Girl, you’re a mess,” Kourtney said, getting up from her seat. She walked over to the crib and gave baby Dontae a kiss before she came and gave me a hug. “I’ll call you later . . . brat!”

  “I’ll be waiting on your call too.”

  “See you later, Nay Nay,” Brandon said, kissing my cheek. “Come on, li’l sis, I got places to be.”

  “Aye, don’t be getting too comfortable with my girl, now.”

  “Girl, please, that’s gon’ be bae, and y’all don’t even know it,” he said, shocking both Kourtney and me. Before I could say something, he pulled her by the arm, and they were gone.

  “Lord, please give me strength,” I said aloud. I reached over and got my baby out of the crib before I snuggled closely to him, prepared to get some rest.

  * * *

  The saying, what’s done in the dark will come to the light, kept running through my mind as I drove to the hotel to meet Randall. My life was hectic already, and here his old ass was, making it worse. I know he wasn’t calling me to talk business since I’d taken a vacation until further notice. I’d told everyone from the office not to bother me unless it was very important or an emergency. I especially told him not to ring my phone for anything. I had gone as far as to block his number, but he ended up calling me from a different number, saying that he had information on my husband that I should know about. So here I am, running to see what it was.

  I seriously doubt that my husband was just checking on my sister because I failed to. There was more to this story, and I was going to find out. There was no way they could form a bond like that this fast, and they barely knew each other. Hell, I’d never seen them hold one conversation. So how could he care for her or her bastard-ass son, when he doesn’t know the bitch? This situation was fishy, and there were so many unanswered questions that I needed answered right this minute. I was hopeful that Randall could help shed some light on this sticky situation.

  I pulled up to the hotel just as my phone began to ring. I picked it up and checked to see that it was my father calling. Knowing that he wasn’t going to do anything but talk about his precious daughter, I ignored his call. He was trying to rekindle things with her. I don’t know why he was trying to include me in anything. As I’d told him and my darling husband, that was his responsibility to have a relationship with Brinay, not mine. I didn’t care before, and I absolutely don’t care what happens to her now. Whatever he was calling me about wasn’t important, one way or another.

  Pulling my car all the way to the back of the hotel, as I always do, I found a spot next to the building. Since it was daylight, I wasn’t trying to risk my car being seen by anyone. Before getting out of the car, I made sure to check my makeup and add some lip gloss. It wasn’t that I was trying to look good for him. I was making sure that my shit was still intact. No one has ever seen me looking torn up, and I wasn’t about to let them see me looking torn up now. When I was done checking myself in the mirror, I turned off my car and got out.

  Throwing my shades over my eyes, I made my way into the hotel and headed straight for the elevator without stopping at the front desk. There was no need to. Randall and I would always get the same room every time we came here. He made sure of that. Hopping off the elevator, I took a seat in a chair by the elevator door and looked in my purse. I fished out the pills my doctor prescribed for me three months ago and took two. I didn’t take my pills on the regular, but I did at times like these. Then I waited a few minutes before I got up. I knew what Randall wanted. Every time he found something out or did something for me, he’d always want sex from me. Since I didn’t have a choice, I’d always give it to him.

  “Is there something wrong, ma?” a man asked as he stepped off the elevator with a handful of bags. I looked up to see one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen in my life. He was about six foot one, dark skinned, with a buff body as if he worked out daily. Dude was sexy with a low fade, a bunch of waves, and a pair of hazel eyes that made my pussy wet.

  “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking,” I answered, looking into his eyes. I wouldn’t mind staring in them at night while making love, I thought. “Why did you ask?”

  “Oh, okay. I saw you as soon as I stepped off the elevator and thought that something was wrong.”

  “Oh, thanks. I was looking for my phone in my purse,” I lied.

  “Okay, cool. Well, have a great day then,” he said, as he continued down the hall. I don’t know why, but something in me was calling out to him.

  “Hey!” I yelled, stopping him.

  “What’s up?” he asked, turning around. I got up from my chair and went to meet him.

  “Are you single?” I asked out of nowhere.

  “Umm . . . Yes, I am,” he said, smiling.

  “Can I get your number?” I asked, handing him my phone.

  “Sure,” he said taking the phone out of my hand. He programmed his number before he handed it back to me.

  “Thanks,” I said, preparing to walk back to the chair I was sitting in.

  “Wait, what’s your name, ma?” he asked, just as the bell rang for the elevator. I was going to sit back in the chair, but I felt kind of thirsty, and I just had to get out of there.

  “Sky,” I said, getting on the elevator. I pushed the button for the first floor.

  “Okay, Sky. My name is—” he began to say, but the door closed before I could hear his name. Oh well, I’ll get it whenever I decide to call him. I rode the elevator to the first floor and was about to get out when Randall called my phone. I had completely forgotten I was there for him.

  “Where are you?” he asked, sounding impatient.

  “I’m coming up on the elevator now. Be fucking patient,” I said, snapping on him. It was a good thing that my pills had started kicking in because I would’ve cursed his ass out and left.

  “Yeah, whatever. Just hurry your ass up,” he said, before hanging up. I looked at the phone confused. I couldn’t wait to get up there so that I can curse his ass the fuck out. I quickly got back on the elevator, pushing the button that led to the second floor multiple times. Tapping on my leg, I waited impatiently for the elevator to come to a stop on the second floor. The minute the elevator beeped and the doors came open, I stomped down the hall, straight to the room. When I arrived at the door, I raised my hand to knock, but somehow, he knew I was there and opened the door before I could begin beating on it.

  “What the fuck you playing with me for?” I asked, still standing in the door. He didn’t answer me. Instead, he looked at me from head to toe before walking into the room. When he noticed that I wasn’t following behind him, he turned around.

  “You can come in, Skylar,” he replied. I don’t know why, but for some reason, I liked the way that old man said my name, even though I barely could stand his ass. As I stood there looking at him while he looked at me, licking his lips, my pussy practically began begging for some attention. I stood there looking at him for a few seconds longer before I walked into the room, closing the door behind me. “I don’t know why you insist on playing hard when you know you can’t.”

  “Shut up and come eat my pussy,” I said, walking over to the bed. Removing my skirt, I sat on the bed, making sure to leave my underwear on. I spread my legs open wide before I stuck two fingers inside of my already dripping wet pussy. Moving my fingers around in a circular motion, I pulled both of my fingers out. I raised them in the air, signaling for him to come near. It didn’t take him any time to walk over to the bed. Taking the two fingers that I had into his mouth, he licked ever drop of come off them.

  “Lie back for me,” he said as he gently pushed me down flat on the bed. Open
ing my legs as far as they could go, he sat there admiring my honeypot. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was hot and horny, I would’ve felt uncomfortable since it was him. Since my husband has been neglecting my needs and worrying about my sister more than me, it left me wanting. I watched as Randall took off his clothes and sat back down. He then began playing with himself, which began aggravating me, because all I wanted right now was some sweet licks. Frustrated, I began pleasing my damn self. It was as if he was reading my mind, because before I knew it, my panties were being ripped off, and his tongue was replacing my fingers.

  “Ummm . . .” I moaned, feeling his tongue brush over my lips. I was so turned on, and my lips were so swollen, any light touch would make me cream right now. I spread my legs more as he began sucking my pussy fiercely. “Oh yes . . .”

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. He was eating my pussy as if it were a five-course meal at one of his favorite restaurants.

  “Umm . . . You taste so good,” he said in between licks.

  I bet his old-ass wife don’t taste as good as me, I thought. My eyes damn near rolled in the back of my head when he began tongue fucking the shit out of me.

  “Oh yes . . . Right there . . .” I moaned out in pleasure. “Eat that shit, eat this pussy, boy.”

  “Your wish is my command,” he said, as he began to feast on my wet honeypot. Moments later, I felt my toes curling as my legs began shaking.

  “I’m about to come,” I yelled. I tried to move back, but he stopped me. Seconds later, I began shaking uncontrollably as I released everything into his awaiting mouth. Just like every other time, he lapped every drop up.

  He stood up from between my legs and sat on the bed. Normally, I’d be ready to go after I got my nut off, but today, I was feeling different. I sat up on my elbows as I watched him begin stroking himself. I knew he wanted some and because I was in a good mood, I was going to give it to him.

  “Lie back,” I said, grabbing him by his shoulder.

  “What?” he asked confused.

  “Just lie back,” I told him.

  He did as he was instructed. I could tell that he was confused and worried, but I was about to give him something special. Taking his dick into my hand, I began stroking it. To say that he was an old man, he was still packing. I looked into his eyes and noticed that he was surprised. I hope he didn’t think that I was about to suck that shit. Hell, I don’t even suck Dontie’s dick, and he’s my husband, so I know damn well I’m not about to suck his.

  “What you’re about to do?” he asked.

  “Just lie back and let me please you,” I told him, getting up and straddling him. I lifted my hips a bit, but only enough so that he could enter me.

  “Sssssh . . . Shit!” he hissed as I slid down on to him. He lifted his hips, allowing me to fully slide all the way down. Throwing my head back, I began rocking my hips back and forth as I prepared to take him into another world.

  I can’t front . . . There was a time when I just loved having sex with Randall. This old man really knew how to please a girl, and I loved that about him. To be completely honest, I used to love him, but that was before I realized that he was never going to leave his wife, and I’d always be his mistress. Yes, I know that I had begun sleeping with him only to get where I wanted to be in life, but things happened. I met Dontie and put all of my feelings for Randall to the side. I had a man of my own now. I didn’t have to share and be a mistress any longer. I’d have been a fool to continue to love somebody else’s man.

  Placing my hands on Randall’s chest, I began bouncing up and down on his dick. I just love feeling his dick. It felt so great right now.

  “Umm . . . yes . . . That’s the Skylar I know . . .” he moaned, grabbing hold of my hips. He began pumping in and out of me from the bottom. I threw my head back as I enjoyed the feeling of being fucked. Before I knew it, Randall had flipped me over on the bed and entered me from behind. Any other time I’d be upset, but today, I kind of liked this.

  “Yes . . . beat it up just like that . . .” I hissed, as he fucked the shit out of me. I could already feel my orgasm forming, so I began to throw it back hard. Every time he slammed into my walls, I threw it back. I tightened my walls around his dick, just as I felt it jump. Knowing that he was going to bust in a matter of minutes, I crossed my legs at the ankles and fucked the shit out of him.

  “I’m about to come,” he yelled out in pleasure.

  “Me too . . .” I said, just as I felt him release his kids inside of me. Moments later, I released all over his dick. I fell forward on the bed as I struggled to catch my breath. “That was so intense and so much needed,” I groaned.

  “Thank you,” Randall said, getting up from the bed.

  “For what?” I asked, turning over to look at him.

  “For giving me my old thing back,” he said, smiling.

  “Oh! No problem,” I replied getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom. I didn’t bother to close the door behind me. Shit, Randall and I have been through too much, and I trusted him enough to leave the bathroom door open.

  Walking over to the toilet, I relieved my bladder. When I was done, I flushed the toilet and turned the shower on. I then went back into the room to get my purse. I spotted Randall by the bed smoking a cigar while nursing a drink. I shook my head, because I hated the smell of those things. I headed back into the bathroom, ready to wash him off me. Grabbing two washcloths from the towel rack, I grabbed the soap out of my purse and got in the shower.

  Knowing that my makeup was all messed up, I decided to wash my face first. When I was sure that all the makeup was gone, I put the washcloth aside and grabbed the other one to begin showering. When it brushed against my now-sore kitty, I hissed. Since Dontie stayed put all those other nights, I really hoped he did the same thing tonight. Speaking of Dontie, I remembered that Randall had something he wanted to share with me. Hurrying up, I rinsed off, turned the water off, and got out. Grabbing a big towel, I wrapped it around my body and made my way into the room.

  When I looked around, Randall was gone. There was a huge folder waiting for me in the middle of the bed, along with my clothes, which were folded neatly. I guess he really cared about me and not just the sex. I went back into the bathroom to get my purse before going back into the room to put on my clothes and shoes. When I was fully clothed, I took a seat on the bed and grabbed the envelope. There was a white note folded underneath it with my name on it. I decided to read it first.

  My Darling Sky,

  I’m sorry that I had to leave while you were still in the shower, but something came up. I promise to make it up to you. Here’s the envelope with the information on your husband. There are also pictures of your husband with a pregnant female, who I now know is his baby mama. Please think rationally after reading everything in here. I’ve been having him followed ever since I found out about the two of you. If you need me, you know how to find me. Be easy, baby. See you later!

  Love Always,

  Randall

  My heart raced after reading what the note said. I was anxious to see what information Randall had on Dontie. I didn’t want to be that wife who spies on her husband, but it’s obvious that Dontie was never 100 percent truthful with me from the beginning.

  Picking up the envelope, I opened it. Slowly, I pulled out a piece of paper. I was confused about what was on the papers until I began reading them. The first gave a few details about Dontie. There was a copy of his birth certificate, along with a list of his siblings, his parents, and other family in the area. On another paper, it had his business listed and other miscellaneous things. It was the third paper with a picture of my sister and husband stapled to it that had me. On the paper, it said how and where Dontie and Brinay knew each other, and other information. There was also a picture of Chance, Dontie, Brinay, and her little friend Kourtney. The picture had to be taken a few months ago, because she was still pregnant.

  “So those two muthafuckers really tr
ied to play me,” I said, as I continued to read the information. I lost it when I got to the fact that Brinay’s baby was indeed my husband’s. There was a paternity test to prove it. “Oh fuck, no. These bitches really got me fucked all the way up if they think I’m going to just sit down and take this shit!” I was not that bitch. I don’t give a fuck about Brinay, Dontie, or their bullshit-ass baby. “I’m going to make these bitches pay for fucking with me.”

  I grabbed all of the papers that were now on the bed and shoved them back inside the envelope. I then grabbed my phone from my purse and dialed Dontie’s number. The phone rang twice before going to voice mail.

  “I know this nigga didn’t send me to voice mail,” I said hanging up. I dialed his number again, only to be sent to voice mail again. I didn’t give up, though. I kept redialing, but by my fifteenth call, the phone didn’t ring. Instead, it went straight to voice mail. Which could mean one of two things: Either Dontie had me on the block list or powered his phone off. I don’t care. He and that bitch were going to hear my mouth about this shit.

  I threw my phone in my purse, grabbed my purse and the envelope, and headed out the door. I was about to fuck shit up, and they wouldn’t even see the shit coming. However, I had to stop by my parents’ house first.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Dontie

  I was on my way home to see what Sky was up to when Brinay called me. She wanted me to come back to the hospital so that we could talk and spend time with our son together. I was surprised and yet confused. When I was at the hospital with her earlier, she acted as if it bothered her that I was there. Which is why I left. I wasn’t trying to make her uncomfortable. I knew what she had been through and that she needed to rest. So if me leaving put her in a better place, then I had to leave, even if I didn’t want to. Her calling and asking me to come back to the hospital was a surprise to me. Knowing that I really didn’t want to be bothered with Sky, I busted a U-turn in the middle of the road and headed straight to the hospital. I was anxious yet nervous to see what it was she wanted to talk about.