Even The Preacher Got A Side Chick

by Angie Hayes

  I picked my phone back up and decided to text Fatima and see if she would like to have dinner since I knew she was off tonight.

  Me: hey baby I hope your day is going well I was wondering if you would like to have dinner tonight.

  Soon as I hit the send button I became nervous as if I was in high school asking my crush out on a date. I sat there looking at my phone anticipating a quick response, but after about five minutes I still haven’t received a response. Maybe she’s asleep I thought to myself. Somehow I felt like the tables have turned in my marriage. Fatima use to be the one with the calling, texting and worried about my well-being and now I find myself doing it! Fuck this! I grabbed my things and the rest of the invoices I had to do for payroll and left for the day.

  I was on my way home and this time for Fatima’s sake she better be sleep which is why she hasn’t still responded to my messages. I pulled up in my driveway and saw that her car was there. I went inside to find it quiet. I went up the stairs into our bedroom where I heard the shower running letting me know she was in the bathroom.

  I put my things down on the dresser and went to undress so I could join her in the shower when I heard her phone vibrating on her side of the nightstand. Now normally, Fatima’s phone could be right by me and I wouldn’t touch it, hell I never had a reason to. Seeing how things were between us and the way she’s been acting lately, I was curious to see who she was talking to. I went over to the night stand and picked up her phone and saw that it didn’t have a lock code on it.

  I swiped the screen where it opened up directly to her messages and saw that someone with the initial Q was in her messages. I looked through the thread of messages between them both and immediately saw red! From the looks of it, this Q muthafucka was a dude and Fatima’s sneaky ass has been talking to him for quite some time.

  I threw her phone hard against the wall breaking it and barged into the bathroom. I snatched the shower door open and grabbed her by her hair snatching her ass out.

  “You sneaky ass bitch!” I yelled as I dragged her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom throwing her on the bed.

  “Oh my God Travis what are you doing?” Fatima screamed as she tried to scramble up away from me on the bed.

  I grabbed her by her ankles and slid her back down to me and slapped her so hard in her face that her nose started to bleed. I grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head.

  “You think I wasn’t gone find out about you fucking around with another nigga! That’s why yo ass walking around here like I don’t fucking exist!” I screamed in her face with spit flying out my mouth.

  I was like a raging bull right now on the attack!

  “Travis I don’t know what you’re talking, please get off of me!” Fatima pleaded crying.

  Her tears didn’t mean shit to me, especially since I know she’s lying!

  “I swear if you lie to me one more time I’ll break your fucking neck! Bitch I saw the messages in your phone! Since you wanna be out here and be sneaky and lie to my face, I’ll a make sure yo ass will never do that shit again!”

  I still held her arms tight over her head with my right hand and took my free hand to massage my dick. Fatima was already naked from being in the shower before and I had taken off my clothes prior as well.

  “Travis please don’t do this” she pleaded, but that shit fell on deaf ears.

  My dick got hard and I plunged it right into her.

  “Ugh” Fatima yelled out in pain.

  “Shut the fuck up!” I yelled again in her face.

  I bit down on her neck viciously as I kept plunging hard in and out of her. She wasn’t wet but that didn’t stop me. I felt pleasure and power. I continued to fuck Fatima hard as her cries became louder and louder. Hearing how she was at my mercy, turned me on even more.

  “Ah!” I screamed out as I came deep inside her.

  That was the biggest nut I busted in a long time and I hate that it had come under these circumstances, but I needed to teach Fatima a lesson.

  “Now hear me when I say this one last time because I won’t say it again! Yo ass ain’t getting no divorce and you damn sho’ better stop talking to that nigga! If I find out you on some sneaky shit again Fatima I swear next time will be far worse!” I threatened as I stared in her eyes letting her know not to fuck with me.

  She just stared back at me crying and shaking with nothing but fear in her eyes. I finally got up from on top of her and went into the bathroom to clean myself up. This shit was far from over with her ass because now I was determined to find out who the fuck this Q nigga was!

  KARLA

  Paul’s ass was back to ignoring me and I was sick of it! I knew I was wrong the last time we met up by blackmailing him into fucking me, but he left me no choice just like he’s doing now. The last time we were together I could tell that he didn’t want to be there. He wasn’t his usual passionate self and fucked me as if I was a hoe on the street.

  I thought by me taking it any way he was giving it to me would make him soften up a bit, but it didn’t. Even at church he avoided me by leaving as soon as service was over and not greeting us on his way out. I haven’t been seeing Fatima at church lately either. I don’t know what was going on, but Travis’ ass was really starting to get on my damn nerves!

  What he didn’t know though, was that the last time we were together I placed an app on his phone that allowed me to know his whereabouts from my phone. I did that before with Paul in the beginning of our marriage, but I got tired of catching him with different whores every damn week and beating their asses so I decided to just disable it. I know I shouldn’t be worried this much about another woman’s husband, especially when I have a husband of my own; but I love Travis.

  After trying to call him again and getting his voicemail, I decided that enough was enough. I opened up my app and punched in his number. After a couple of minutes I got a ping notification of his destination. From the address it gave me, I knew he wasn’t home. I jumped and threw on some jeans, t-shirt and a pair of my Nikes and hauled ass downstairs to my car.

  Paul was at the church handling some business, at least that’s what he told me so I didn’t have to worry about explaining to him where I was going. I punched the address into my GPS and headed into its direction. I was driving for about a good thirty minutes before I approached my exit. I turned off the highway where the GPS led me to a fucking motel!

  I fucking knew it! I said out loud as I headed into the parking lot. This muthafucka had a nerve to be fucking me and another bitch! I circled the parking lot until I spotted his car and parked across from it. I wish I could go inside and ask what room his ass was in, but I didn’t want to take the risk of somebody recognizing me so I just cut my car off and waited.

  After about two hours, I heard the chirping of his car alarm and saw the lights flashing. I saw him and another figure walking towards his car. I jumped out of my car and ran up behind him.

  “So this what we doing now Travis!” I yelled as I hit him on the back hard.

  “What the fuck!” he yelled out as he turned around.

  Right when Travis turned around, so did the person he was with. I stepped back and couldn’t believe this shit!“ Tonya?”

  TO BE CONTINUED