“This brings back so many memories of when you and I first met. Remember when we would smoke in my room? And the time I cooked for you the first time, and you made me eat it because you thought that I was going to poison your shit-talking ass,” she said, making me laugh.
“Hell yeah, I remember that shit. I got some of the best pussy from you back in your old room when you had that weed in your system. Look at us now, fuckin’ married with a damn child. Who would have ever guessed that?” I asked.
Keeping it one hundred, I wanted to fuck Mahogany at first sight, and she knew that, so I don’t know why she was looking at me with those big ass eyes of hers as if this was new news to her. I saw her lips, and I knew that she could give good head. It wasn’t until I actually got to know her as a person that she became more to me than someone I wanted to use just to bust a nut.
“You didn’t see it happening one day? I mean, nigga, what the fuck did you think of me when you first saw me?” she asked, removing her head from my chest and cocking it to the side as she looked at me.
I laughed at the tone of her question as I took another pull from the blunt. She loved playing like she was fuckin’ slow. We’d had this conversation numerous times, and each time, she swore that it was something more than just sex when we saw each other. The level of sex appeal that we both ignited when we first saw each other was through the fuckin’ roof.
“Hell no, I didn’t see it happening, and you didn’t either. Tell the truth, shorty. You my wife, so I won’t judge you. Be real and let it be known that all you wanted to do was fuck me when you first saw me,” I said and passed her the joint.
She laughed, took a pull, and then kept it in her hands.
“Hmmmm, I wanted to fuck you so bad, but you talked too much shit, and I felt like you would have judged me if I fucked you on the first night. When you told me that you would meet me in the bathroom to eat my pussy, it was so tempting, but you were with Miami, and I didn’t want you to run back and tell him. I know how niggas can be after getting some pussy. Believe it or not, I actually cared what you thought of me at the time. Hell, I still care. That’s why I’m beating my ass when it comes to being a mother to our daughter.
“To you, I can have the best pussy, the best head, and the best body in the world, but I want you to fill my head up with other positive shit and glorify me on being a good mother. That means everything to me, Bari. I’m working on my emotions. I promise I am. You know how tainted my relationship had gotten with my mother over the years. I just don’t ever want Jamaria to feel the same way about me that I felt about my mom, you know? I’ll do better,” she assured me.
She handed me back the blunt, and I didn’t give it back to her because too much weed in her system was going to have her in her feelings, and that was what we were trying to avoid in the first damn place.
“Shorty, I don’t know what you think of me, but I brag on you like a motha fucka. When I went back to work, everybody wanted to know how you and the baby were doing, and like a proud fuckin’ husband, I boasted in my store and told everybody with fuckin’ ears that my wife handled her own birth. I let them know that you pushed our baby out your damn self.
“Shorty, I know how to change Jamaria diapers because of you. You the one taught me to fold it a little bit at the front since the ones that we’ve been putting on her are a little bit too big. You the one taught me the proper way to hold her, how to burp her, not to lay her on her stomach right now, all that shit. You know I halfway paid attention in those damn parenting classes anyway. If I’m doing something good with Jamaria, shorty, I give credit to you because you taught it to me.
“You gotta tell yourself to fuck being humble for a day and brag on yourself, Mahogany. You’re a damn good mother. I would have got in your ass a long time ago if I felt like you weren’t. Jamaria is lucky because not everybody can say that they have you for a mom,” I let her know, in all fuckin’ honesty.
“Thank you, baby. I love you,” she cooed.
I could see it in her eyes that she needed to hear that. I don’t know what made this time more special than any other time that I told her because I always gave my wife her credit and let her know how much of a great parent she was.
“Give me a kiss. Why the fuck it feels like it’s been months since I got a kiss from my own fuckin’ wife?” I asked, pulling her into me by the back of her head.
Our lips touched, and I still felt that fuckin’ spark that I used to feel whenever she kissed me. I was feeding her my tongue, and she was gladly sucking on it. She moaned as her arms went around my neck. I stood us up and sat her down on the chair that I was just sitting down in as my hands went for the waistband of the silk pajama bottoms that she had on.
“Hmmmm, baby no. My six weeks aren’t up until next week,” she panted, trying to push me back, but neither I nor my dick wanted to hear that shit.
I kissed on her neck, and while I did that, I used my hands to unbutton her silk top. Skillfully, I removed the shirt and her bra, and her titties popped right out like, Surprise. My dick jumped just at the sight of those pretty bitches. I held them both in my hands, and I took my time, making love to both of them with my mouth. Once I had her grinding into the chair like a fuckin’ maniac, I knew right then that I could proceed with what I was doing, and she wasn’t worried about those six weeks, just like how I wasn’t worried about them.
I kissed my way down her stomach, and once I made it to her pussy, I kissed it through her pajamas. She was moaning, squirming, and although I couldn’t see it yet, I knew she was creaming for me. I removed the bottoms that she had on, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
“I didn’t shave,” she warned me.
I smirked at her because if only she knew how much I didn’t give a fuck about no shit like that. I pulled her panties to the side and placed a wet kiss on her clit. Back in the day, I would lay a bitch out with my words for not shaving their pussy because back then, I had a thing for bald pussy. But, when it came to my wife, she could have patches on her pussy, and I wouldn’t give a fuck. When you got older, certain shit just didn’t matter because it wasn’t what the pussy looked like, it was what it felt like. Then again, I take that back because presentation was every fuckin’ thing. When it came to my wife, though, I didn’t mind the hair.
“Shitttt,” she moaned and threw her head back.
Like a nigga just got back home from doing time, and I forgot what pussy even tasted like, I went in for the kill. I wasn’t even the type of nigga who ate ass, but I was eating Mahogany’s ass and her pussy. I was holding the back of her thighs, keeping her legs wide open, while she had her hand down, keeping her panties out of the way.
“Damnnnn, babyyyy… I’m going to cummm toooo fassttttt… shittttt… what the fuck are you doinngggggg? Bariiiiii,” she cried out when I laid my warm, thick tongue on her clit.
I just kept flicking it up and down, side to side, knowing that it would make her cum quick. Her eyes started to roll, her body shook, her hand went on top of my head, and a fuckin’ explosion came out of her. I licked up as much of that shit as she would allow me before she started pushing me away.
“Damn. Please tell me you have condoms. I can’t wait another week for some dick,” she said, pulling her panties off, which were drenched in her juices.
“Fuck I look like having condoms around this bitch? Ima married man, shorty. It’s either raw dick or no dick at all. I and my dick don’t like rubber. Your pussy don’t either,” I said, pulling her arm and making her body damn near hang off the chair.
Her ass was at the edge, right where I wanted it. Mahogany didn’t even bother to say shit because she knew this was a battle that she wouldn’t even win with me. Now, let a nigga had pulled out a condom, then she would have been bitching and wanting to know where the fuck I got a condom from.
“Tell me if my pussy feels the same. Don’t lie to me either,” she said while reaching up and intertwining her hands with mine.
We both looked
down and watched together as my dick slid inside of her. She’d been doing some damn vagina steam that she saw on YouTube, and it was supposed to make her walls tight like they were before she had the baby, and all I could say was that motha fucka worked! I felt like I was pushing up inside virgin pussy. I couldn’t promise my wife that I would pull out. I just couldn’t because her shit was that good. It was tight, no doubt, wet like a motha fucka, and so fuckin’ good. Her titties shook as I fucked her slowly.
“It ain’t too soon to have another one, is it? Fuckkkk, Mahogany. Good ass fuckin’ pussy. Shorty, I don’t think I can pull out tonight. This feels too motha fuckin’ good. Damnnnn, what the fuck did you do?” I groaned as I put my lips to her neck and bit the fuck out of her.
Her body jumped when I did that, and she whimpered, but that didn’t stop her from fuckin’ back.
“Jabariiiiii… don’t play with me. Don’t fuckin’ play with meeee. Shittttt, niggaaaaa. Stay on my spot. Stay on my spotttttt,” she cried as she fucked me right back.
I smirked because, on one hand, she was telling me not to play with her and not pull out, while on the other hand, begging a nigga to stay on her G-spot. I got a kick out of watching my wife take dick. It was sexy to me.
“I can’t do both, shorty. If you cum, I’m cummin’ with you. Stay on it like this?” I asked, giving her deep strokes and making her moan louder. “Or pull out that motha fucka like this?” I asked, pulling my dick out and hurting myself more than I was hurting her because I was brick hard.
Her juices were covering my dick to the point that I could hardly see the veins. Like she was possessed or some shit, she quickly reached down and put that dick back inside her.
“Shittttt. Stay on it. Stay on it, babyyyy… I’m cummminnnn,” she moaned, and so was I; right inside her pretty ass.
My body flopped down onto hers, and she scraped my back up her real nails, which had grown longer than usual.
“First thing in the morning, Jabari, you better go and get me a Plan B,” she said.
“They say the sooner you take it, the better the results. Why you don’t want me to get it right now?” I asked with my hands down, fingering her pussy that I could still feel jumping.
“Because I want to fuck some more,” she boldly let me know.
I wasn’t getting no fuckin’ plan B in the morning because I wasn’t stopping God’s plan. If it was God’s plan for us to have two kids back to back, then who was I to interfere with His work?
Krystal Woods
“Look at this,” I said aloud to my cousin, Ashanta, and showed her my iPhone screen. It was all cracked up, proving to me and everyone else that I was in dire need of a new one.
We were in her living room, relaxing for the next couple of hours until it was time for us to go into the club. We had the house to ourselves because her baby daddy, Diante, had taken their kids a couple hours ago to the barbershop to get haircuts. They were due back soon, but I was lowkey hoping that we would be gone before they got back. I didn’t want to face her baby daddy. I couldn’t stop thinking about what we’d done in Ashanta’s absence. Every time I saw him, it was just a constant reminder of the betrayal that I’d done to my cousin.
Since I had been living in the house with them, I’d been fantasizing about her baby daddy for months. There were times when I would be masturbating, and it would be him that was on my mind and the cause of my wetness. I couldn’t deny my attraction to him, and I knew that it was the same when it came to me because when men acted as if they didn’t like you, nine times out of ten, it was because they wanted to fuck you.
Two weeks ago, Ashanta had left the apartment to take the boys to school, and right after, she’d gone to the hair salon to get her hair done. I knew nothing of her absence because Diante was usually the one in charge of getting the boys up and ready for school. Half the time, Ashanta and I were just getting home from the club a couple of hours before it’s time for the boys to wake up for school, so it would have been damn near impossible for her to get them ready and drop them off.
I didn’t find out about her absence until I was out of the shower with the towel wrapped around my body, and I decided to finally check my phone from the morning. Sure enough, there was a text message from my cousin, letting me know that she’d left and that she would be back in a few hours. Literally, the moment I walked out of the bathroom; I ran dead smack into her baby daddy.
I remembered what he had on. It was nothing but the pajama bottoms that he went to sleep in, and because it was first thing in the morning, I had the perfect view of his morning wood. For about two minutes, we just stared at each other. We knew that what we wanted to do to each other was wrong as fuck, so neither one of us wanted to be the one to initiate anything. I just remembered my towel falling to the floor, and it was on from there.
We fucked all over this damn house. Starting in the hallway, we made our way back into the bathroom, into the kitchen, the living room, and we ended it on the dining room table. We pretty much blessed every room in there aside from the bedroom that he shared with my cousin and the kids’ room. Diante had good dick, and it made sense to me why my cousin had stayed with him for all those years. I didn’t feel guilty about it until after the fact. Like, later that day when I saw my cousin walk in the door with the kids. It was then that I was reminded of my fuck up, and if my cousin knew what we’d done behind her back, there was no doubt in my mind that she would try to kill both of us.
“Wow. She looks so pretty. Look at her braids and her little Gucci shoes. Damn, cousin. I don’t want to judge you, but that little girl is just far too damn beautiful for you to just have forgotten about her like that,” Ashanta said, as she pretty much salivated over the picture that I showed her on my phone of Maya.
I found myself stalking Jashae’s Instagram page this evening, and she had posted a picture this morning of Maya on her way to school. Just like my cousin said, my baby girl was beautiful. The first change that I saw in her was how happy she looked. I didn’t think there was ever a time when I’ve seen her that happy. She looked clean, well kept, and healthy. I’m not going to lie, seeing the picture made me a little emotional because there was once a time when I had her looking good like that.
When Trip found out about her, and he basically just stopped giving a fuck about me, is pretty much when I stopped putting in an effort to be a mom. The words that my cousin had just said to me, I let them wander around in my head for a few minutes, but I didn’t say anything. I was just taking it all in.
“You miss her, don’t you?” Ashanta asked me as she handed me back my phone.
I could feel my eyes watering, but I quickly wiped at them because I felt like I had no right to cry. This was the same child that I had pretty much abandoned, and I signed over my rights to her like I was getting paid millions to do so. Jashae was a stranger to my daughter, yet I felt the need to leave her in her care. I couldn’t miss her because my actions had proven to me and everybody else that I pretty much didn’t give a fuck about her.
“Of course, I miss her. That’s my daughter. She’s where she’s supposed to be, though. She’s being taken care of, and that’s really all that matters to me,” I voiced.
Ashanta looked at me long and hard before she took a seat next to me on the couch.
“Let me share something with you right quick. I’m coming from a no judgment zone, but as your big cousin, you know that I have to speak my mind. When Diante Jr. was three and Dion was just one, you knew about their dad going to jail for that year and change. There’s no secret that years ago, I depended on my baby daddy for his income. I didn’t have to work because he was the provider. When he got locked up, Diante didn’t have shit saved, which caused me to struggle for a minute before I could make some shit shake. That’s when I started dancing.
“Krystal, I would stand in front of a grocery store and beg strangers for money before I just drop my kids off to any fuckin’ body. Out of all people who you could have left Maya with, you did
it with your baby daddy’s first baby mama, and at one point in time, the love of his life. Not to mention, Maya is a baby that y’all conceived during their relationship. Nothing ever in the back of your head had you questioning whether her ass would have done some malicious, deceitful shit to Maya, just out of hurt and anger?
“If I have to struggle, then I just have to struggle with my kids. I would have easily put the boys in one of the twin beds together and given Maya the other one. Trust me, I know it wasn’t the living arrangements that made you want to give Maya away. Just be honest and say that you just didn’t want her anymore after Trip said that he didn’t want anything to do with you. At the end of the day, Maya won’t be a little girl forever. She’ll eventually grow up, and she’ll look you in your eyes and question why you’d given her up. It’ll be you who will have to answer to that. Remember that,” she let me know right before she stood up from the couch and headed to the back.
Like clockwork, the moment she walked away, the front door opened. Her bad ass kids came running through the house in search of their mother, and not too long after, Diante walked in as well. I could tell that he’d gotten his hair lined up and braided. He looked good, although he was dressed down. All he wore was a black tank top, some black gym shorts, and black slides on his feet.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, and he licked his lips at me. I could feel my heart beating fast for him, and I sat there with thoughts of the nasty shit that he’d done to me when we had sex. It only happened once, but the many rounds that we went made it feel like it took place numerous times. I needed to move out of there because the temptation when I saw him was at an all-time high. Hell, if we could risk it right now, I would meet him downstairs in his car for a quick session. Our staring match was put on pause when the kids came back into the living room along with Ashanta.
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