My Husband's Mistress

by Racquel Williams

  Six Years Later

  Time flew by. It seemed like it was just the other day that I met Hassan and we had our daughter, but in reality, Amaiya turned six a few days ago, and her daddy was graduating from law school. I wasn’t working as hard as I used to before; I only worked three nights at the hospital. I spent all my free time doing things with my daughter.

  You would’ve thought that our relationship would’ve gotten better. Instead, it only got worse. There were nights that he didn’t bother to come home or even call me to say he wasn’t coming home. I can’t believe that I would sit in the house and call his phone back-to-back. As usual, the calls would go straight to voicemail. Many nights, I would turn to the bottle of red wine that I kept in the pantry. Other times, I would cry myself to sleep, hoping that he would change his ways and go back to being the nigga that I met.

  I tried to rack my brain to get some kind of understanding as to why he was doing me like this. I was a bad female in my eyes. I had a nice body, my pussy was tight, I sucked his dick good, and I had money.

  He had barely touched me in over three months. I would try to rub on him and he would turn on his side and fall asleep. I don’t care what anyone said. I know his ass was getting pussy elsewhere.

  Hassan Clarke

  Juggling two women and two different lives was taking a toll on me. I had to pay Imani’s ass five thousand up front so she wouldn’t call Destiny anymore. I still didn’t think her child was mine, but I couldn’t risk Destiny finding out about him. I made sure I kept her pocket full and visited her on the regular. That made her stay quiet for a little while.

  After leaving school one day, I stopped by to check on them. I really didn’t like the hold she had on me, but if I told her to fuck off, that would only make her mad.

  “Open the door, I’m outside.”

  “Dang! You don’t ever call before you pop up,” she said, annoyed.

  “Man, shut the fuck up sometimes.”

  I waited for her dumb ass to open the door. She looked at me like I was disturbing her, or some shit like that.

  “What the fuck is yo’ problem, yo!”

  I walked past that bitch and sat on the couch beside li’l man. Every time I went over to the house, I tried to find a resemblance, but it just wasn’t there. I wasn’t a fool and I wasn’t tryna claim no child that didn’t share my DNA. Because of that, I couldn’t bring myself to get close to him in any way.

  “Josiah, say hi to your daddy,” she blurted out.

  I wanted to say, “Bitch, stop telling him that and go find his real daddy,” but I kept it in. Instead, I looked down at shorty and tickled him a little. He must have felt the same way I did because he paid me no mind and went back to playing his PS Vita.

  “So why the fuck you keep popping up ova her fo’? You a fucking married man now. Go watch that bitch pussy and leave me the hell alone.”

  “Watch your mouth, B. This pussy will always be mine, until I don’t want it anymore. You need to learn to shut your mouth sometimes, and maybe a nigga will stay around longer.”

  “I don’t need yo’ ass around. I waited six fucking years for you to leave them hoes alone and settle down and yo’ ass went and married some bitch you don’t even know. Yo’ sister told me every damn thing. Boy I’m done wit’ yo’ ass for real.”

  “Yo, chill out. I only married this bitch for her money. How else would I be able to take care of yo’ ass and move you out of the hood? Humble yo’ self and you might be that bitch in a nigga life for real.”

  “You selling me fucking dreams. I’m not goin’ sit around waiting on you to play house with that bitch and her child, while my son don’t even fucking know you. You got me fucked up, son!”

  “Ain’t nobody playing house. I don’t even touch that bitch no more. Your pussy is the only one that I want, on some real nigga shit.”

  Shit, I was at the point where I would say and do anything for shorty to shut the fuck up. I was almost finished with school and I needed Destiny’s money to help me start my business. There was no way I was going to let Imani’s big-ass mouth fuck up anything for me.

  Destiny Clarke

  My husband’s graduation day was bittersweet. I was happy that he was finished with law school and would be able to pay some of these goddamn bills around here. His entire family came out to show their support and ate all my damn food. I tried to tolerate his family, but, boy, they were so loud and obnoxious. I really should’ve done my homework before I said, “I do,” because being around them gave me a bad feeling. They had the nerve to say my baby looked like their side of the family. Bullshit. I don’t know my side of family, but I know by my looks that she resembled me. Don’t get me wrong: my husband wasn’t an ugly man, but his mother and sisters looked like somebody let them out of the Bronx Zoo, not to mention their “BMW”s, short for “body made wrong.” I sat there and shook my head as they talked about how proud they were of him. I had no understanding of the shit, because when we first met, he told me how he’d ask his family for their help, and they’d turn their back on him. Fast forward to his graduation, there they were, behaving like they’ve been there all along. I wanted to throw up all over them. This shit was fakeness in the first degree. I missed having a family, but if that was how they behaved, I’d pass on that family shit.

  I walked into the kitchen to grab a few more cases of sodas for these hungry ass in-laws of mine. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice my mother-in-law entering the kitchen.

  “Tell me something, Destiny. What do my son see in yo’ ass? Why he marry you?” That bitch startled me.

  I was shocked that this bitch would have the balls to approach me like that. I turned around slowly and faced this gorilla-looking bitch. I took two steps closer to her face and then I spoke.

  “Listen up bitch, the question should be: what did I see in your son? His ass wasn’t shit until I picked him up and turned him into somebody. So bitch, the next time you want to address me, you better come correct.”

  “Excuse me? You think you all high and mighty, but trust me, my son is on his way. Mark my words: he will replace your high saditty ass pretty soon. Don’t think he won’t leave you and that child, which, by the way, I’m not sure is my grandbaby. I done told his ass to go get one of those tests so he can be sure. See, you have him all wrapped up around your finger, but I see you for the piece of trash you really are.”

  I was tired of this old raggedy bitch already. All kinds of crazy thoughts went through my mind. My kitchen was filled with sharp knives; I thought about getting one of them and cutting her ass up, but I quickly ignored that thought. I wasn’t going to go to jail over this bitch and leave my baby out here without her mommy.

  “Please, I’m asking you nicely to get the fuck out of my house before I have to throw all you leeches out of my shit. I really don’t want to embarrass my husband on his big day.” I showed her ass the door.

  “What’s going on in here? I was wondering where my two favorite ladies were, and here both of you are, spending quiet time together,” he said, as he tried to kiss me.

  I pushed him off me and walked out, leaving him and that bitch in the kitchen.

  “Hello everyone. I’m sorry to inform y’all that the party is over. I have work in the morning and I have to straighten up this place before I call it a night,” I sternly said.

  Everyone turned to me with strange looks on their faces. As I stood there, looking to see if they were going to get their asses up out of my house, I felt someone grab my arm.

  “What you think you’re doing? This my party.” He squeezed my arm tighter.

  “You better let go of my fucking arm before I show my ass off in here.” I pulled my arm out of his grip.

  I walked over to open the door so they could get out of my damn house. One by one, they grabbed their belongings and left. Some shot me dirty looks, but I didn’t give a damn about looks.

  “You remember what I told you earlier. He’s going to leave yo’
ass real soon,” his gorilla-ass mama whispered to me as she walked out the door.

  I didn’t even bother to reply. Instead, I slammed my door shut and walked into my dining room. I started to clean up because of the big mess. I saw Hassan shoot me a dirty look as he walked past the room. Obviously, he was upset that I put his clan out. I didn’t give a fuck. This was my shit and under no circumstances was I going to let anyone come up in here and disrespect me the way his mama did. The only way that bitch would be welcome in my house was if I were dead.

  That night, after cleaning up, I got my baby ready for bed. She was knocked out in no time. I took a long, hot shower and got into bed. I was beat and I had to get up for work in the morning. This twelve-hour shift at the hospital was taking a toll on me. I thought about doing fewer days in the future.

  I was just about to doze off when he entered the room. I closed my eyes and pretended that I was asleep. He got into the bed and tried to hug me. I pushed his arm off—I was not in the mood to be touched. I was too tired to even dig into his ass about his mother telling him to get tested for our daughter. I think he understood because he got out the bed, grabbed his pillow, and mumbled something under his breath. I rolled over and dozed off to sleep.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Hassan Clarke

  My big day turned into a fucking circus. I was happy that I got my degree, but I was pissed that Destiny showed her ass. See, this bitch was straight up disrespectful. She put my fucking family out of her shit. I mean, it was my shit too, but she treated them like they were trespassing. I knew my sisters were ready to whup that ass if I didn’t tell them to cool. Destiny knows she ain’t built like that.

  I even tried to touch her ass in the bed, but she was still on her bullshit. I didn’t trip; I got up, took my pillow, and pretended like I was going to sleep downstairs. See, I had a backup plan once things didn’t go my way.

  I dialed Tanya’s number. I knew this was risky, but shit, I loved taking chances. The night was young. I was tipsy from all that drinking. Plain and simple, I wanted to fuck.

  “Hello,” her sultry voice echoed through the phone.

  “What you doing? Been thinking ’bout you all day,” I lied.

  “Really, I couldn’t get you out my mind since you left that day. I thought you forgot about me when I didn’t hear from you.”

  “Nah, shorty, how could I forget ’bout a beautiful lady like yo’self? I just been ripping and running a little.”

  “Oh, you’re too sweet. I want to see you again.”

  “Shit, that’s what I called you for. I’m over here by my sister’s house and was wondering if you wanted to come through for a minute?”

  “Of course. I want to see you.”

  I gave her the address before hanging up.

  Tanya was the paralegal that I met on campus the other day. Fine little white chick with a Southern accent. I’ve never had a woman outside of my race before, so I decided to try my hand. Shit, it worked; she invited me to her apartment over on Gramatan Avenue and before I knew it, she had all nine inches of my dick in her mouth. Yo, shorty was a beast with that mouth, and she swallowed every drop of my cum. Needless to say, I burned that young pussy up. I had her screaming “Daddy,” the entire time.

  In no time, Tanya was pulling up in the driveway. I motioned for her to pull to the side. That way, her car wasn’t visible from upstairs. I walked into the living room with her in hot pursuit.

  “We got to hold it down, ’cause my sister isn’t feeling well and I don’t want to wake her up.”

  “Oh, okay. I understand. Is she all right?” she said, sounding concerned.

  “Yeah, I think she has a stomach virus and she’s been up all day, so we have to be extra quiet. You feel me?”

  “Sure.”

  Those words were the last ones we spoke. We got straight down to business. I ate her pussy up and she devoured my dick. I fucked her from the back and she rode me on the couch. There was something about that young pussy that drove me to a level I’d never experienced before. I had to try my damnedest not to let out any sound, and I had to use my hand to cover her moans. It didn’t take me long to bust. This time, I made sure I pulled out and bust into my hands. There was no way I was taking any more chances. I went into the downstairs bathroom and handed her a wet washcloth; she wiped herself, got dressed, and left.

  I went into the bathroom and washed myself off, then poured myself a glass of Hennessy and went into the living room. I drank the liquor and watched a little TV until I dozed off, thinking about that piece of pussy that I just burned up.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Destiny Clarke

  I was a damn fool for thinking Hassan graduating would change our situation. He tried to get a job with a reputable law firm, but that didn’t work out. I saw the frustration on his face after each interview, which resulted in him being sullen and angry. I had to figure out something real fast. Even though his ass was doing me wrong, I loved him and wanted to see him prosper.

  “Hey, babe, you ever thought about starting your own company?”

  “No, I’ve never thought about it. Besides, I don’t have that kind of money to start no firm,” he said in a distressed tone.

  “I don’t see why not. You are good at what you do. Furthermore, you will be your own boss and you can find a few other lawyers to join you.”

  “Goddamn, Destiny, I just told yo’ ass that I ain’t got no damn money to start no firm,” he yelled.

  I looked at this nigga like what the fuck? Here I was trying to help this fool, but he was too ignorant to see that. The thing I hated the most was an educated dummy and I had to admit my husband was an educated nigga, who was dumb as fuck.

  “Calm yo’ ass down! What I was trying to say is that I will help you with the money to start your own company. Shit, I’ll even work as the secretary until you can afford to hire one.”

  “Damn, babe, why didn’t you say that then, instead of beating around the damn bush?” he smiled.

  “Mommy, Mommy, come look at SpongeBob on my TV,” my princess yelled before I had a chance to answer this fool.

  Amaiya grabbed my hand and tried to pull me upstairs with her. Her innocence was so amazing. Sometimes I wondered where I would be if I didn’t have this little girl.

  “Sit down, Mommy.”

  “Okay, baby girl.”

  I sat down and hugged my baby girl tight. Deep down I was hurting; I had no idea why this nigga talked so crazy to the only person that was really in his corner. Even through the stress and aggravation, I still loved him and really wanted to hold my family together. I looked down at my princess who by now had fallen asleep. If nothing else, I wanted to give her the world and that included keeping her daddy around.

  After a few minutes, I laid her down on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and kissed her goodnight. I turned the television off and left her.

  Hassan was in my room, sprawled across the bed. I started to turn around, but then he hollered my name.

  “Destiny, come over here.”

  “What is it? I got to clean up the kitchen,” I lied.

  “Fuck that, it can wait. Come here, babe.”

  I walked over and sat at the edge of the bed.

  Hassan got up, walked over to me, and knelt down before me. The only things that came out of his mouth were lies, so I had no idea what he wanted.

  “Babe, I know I haven’t been much of a man to you lately and I need to get back on my shit. Destiny, I love you so much. It’s just the stress of not being able to provide for you and Amaiya. I’m a man and that’s what I should do—provide.”

  “You know what, Hassan? It has never been about the money with me. Shit, I make my own money. The shit that bothers me is the way you’ve changed. We don’t spend any time together. You’re barely home and on the days that you are, you barely spend any time with me and your daughter. You’re always angry like I did some grimy shit to you.”

  “Babe, I know and I apologize. Man, babe, you
and baby girl is the best thing that ever happened to me. I longed for a family of my own all my life and here I have it. I need to tighten up some. I promise, babe. From this day on, I won’t disrespect you anymore. I swear, you’re my queen and I will start treating you like you deserve.”

  I didn’t say anything. Instead, I sat there looking at him. I’ve heard these lies from him before. I wasn’t going to say he couldn’t change because any man can change if they really want to. Key word—want.

  Before I could finish my thoughts, he spread my legs, pulled my underwear off, and dug his head in between my legs. I shivered with pleasure as soon as his tongue connected with my clit.

  Oh how I miss this, I thought as he gripped my clit aggressively with his lips and tongue.

  “Aargh,” I screamed out in ecstasy.

  He tightened his lock as he sucked my pussy with passion. I screamed louder, but was careful not to wake up my baby.

  “Come here. Come give me this dick,” I begged.

  “Nah, no dick. You’ve been a naughty girl. You don’t deserve this,” he teased.

  I was getting irritated because my pussy was on fire and I needed a cock to cool it down.

  He sucked harder as I climaxed and my body shivered uncontrollably.

  “Please, daddy, come fuck me. Please.”

  “I tell you what; tell daddy that you going to give him the money for the firm and I might give you some of this good dick.”

  “Man, yes. Whatever you want, you can get,” I screamed out.

  “Anything?” He sucked harder.

  “How ’bout a threesome?”

  “What the fuck you mean by a threesome? I’m not fucking no other nigga.” I looked at him, shocked as hell.

  “Nah, babe, I wasn’t talking ’bout you fucking no other nigga. I was talking ’bout me, you and another female.”

  “What the fuck kind of request is that? You think I would sit around and watch you fuck another bitch in front of me? Boy, you done lost your fucking mind!” I pushed him away from me.