My Woman His Wife Saga (Urban Books)

by Anna J.

  “Is it possible for me to have a minute alone with my wife before I go out?” I asked one of my associates, who came to capture the story among the other news stations that would be present.

  “Sure, but we go on in ten.”

  Nodding my head, I stepped into my wife’s room, closing the door behind me. As I looked down at her I remembered our wedding day, and how hype we were about getting back to the hotel to consummate our vows only for us to fall asleep when we got there. I remembered how she went from having a flat belly to carrying a huge beach ball that held our first set of twins. I remembered how much I loved her, and how I needed her in my life.

  “Jazz, I need you back,” I spoke into her ear as I held her hand. “Our kids need you . . . and I need you. Please, make it back to me.”

  Kissing her on the cheek, I dried my eyes with the back of my hand and straightened my tie in the reflection off the glass. Getting myself together as best I could, I went out and prepared to talk. Jazz’s family seemed less angry and more supportive, and I was relieved that they were no longer throwing daggers at me with their eyes. We were all scared, and concerned, and I understood how they felt.

  When I stepped up to the podium in the hospital’s conference room I trained my eyes on the camera and tried to check my emotions. The tape hadn’t even started rolling good, and I was already in tears.

  “I regret to inform you that my wife and son are both in intensive care from the accident. From what I understand, the car slid out of control on an icy street in last night’s storm, causing the accident,” I explained to the media, getting choked up and having to stop several times. I tried my best to continue, but it got extremely hot all of a sudden and I felt like the room was closing in. All I heard next was somebody call for a doctor as I hit the floor, and the room went black.

  Monica

  Let the Truth Be Told

  My eyes were glued to the TV as I stopped mid-pack to listen to the press conference that James was giving on Jasmine’s status. My heart sank when he said that his son was hurt as well, but he passed out before everyone could get the rest of the scoop. Was that my son he was talking about? They had three boys; which one was it?

  I sat on the bed and waited for them to come back with the broadcast, but it seemed as though that fool might be out for the count for a while. The accident site from the previous night was shown again, and I cringed on the inside at the sight of the Jeep wrapped around the pole and the medics working the Jaws of Life to get them out. They all could have died, and from the looks of the tragedy many people might have thought they already were dead if they hadn’t seen the news coverage.

  Just as I grabbed my phone to call the judge it rang, flashing the judge’s name and picture across the screen. The car he sent for me must have arrived, and I wasn’t even halfway packed because I was distracted by the breaking news. The judge didn’t like to be kept waiting, and I knew I had to get moving or he would get an attitude.

  “Hey, baby,” I spoke into the phone in my sweetest voice.

  “Monica, the car is outside. Time is money, and I’ve been sitting here with a brick-hard dick for way too long.”

  My smile was wiped away immediately, and I started to give it to his arrogant ass and read him his rights, but I still needed him. This one I’ll let slide, but I can’t say I’ll be that nice the next time. The judge knew who was really running this show, but I let him feel like he had the upper hand so that I could keep getting my way. It was so much easier and stress free.

  “I’m walking out the door now,” I responded through a forced smile.

  “That’s what I like to hear,” he said in a deep voice, sounding like he might have been stroking himself in anticipation. “Oh, and Monica?”

  “Yes, Judge?” I responded as I threw the last few things I owned in my bag.

  “Wear a trench coat and red heels . . . nothing else.”

  “Yes, Judge,” I responded flirtatiously and began removing my Ugg boots from my feet. The judge had long money, and for him nothing was off-limits. Never mind it was dead winter and about five whole degrees on the outside. He always got what he wanted . . . and I got whatever it was I wanted. This time, it’s for my son.

  After quickly changing my clothes, I called to have my bags taken down to the car. Of course my sexy little bellhop friend showed up looking sad because I was checking out, and I wished I had a few extra minutes to break him off before I left, but money called.

  Once my bags were stacked neatly into the trunk I was whisked off to what would be my home while I was here in the city. I tried to bring up the news on my phone just in case James came back to finish out the report, but I couldn’t get a live stream. While I was riding, I couldn’t help but wonder what my son looked like now. He probably looked like James, as the rest of his kids did.

  Honestly, I wondered if I was doing the right thing. Who was I to come and disrupt this boy’s life after I abandoned him like last season’s Louis Vuitton? Did I even have the right to be here preparing to wreck shop? I entertained the thought of just spending the week with the judge until the coast was clear and I got enough money from him, but that tight feeling in my gut told me I needed to be here. Something was about to pop off, and I felt like my boy needed me. Pulling out my iPod to sooth my nerves, I connected it to the USB port in the stereo system, and turned up my Floetry CD. I needed to get my mind off of the problems I was having because I knew once I got to the judge I would need to focus all of my attention on him.

  I must have nodded off, because when I opened my eyes again the car was pulling up into the circular driveway of the judge’s getaway spot.

  The driver came to a gentle, rolling stop, and jumped out to assist me in getting out. Gathering my trench coat around me to protect me from the wind, after checking that my face was still intact, I slipped a Tic Tac in my mouth and strutted up the walkway to the door like I was on a runway in Paris during Fashion Week.

  Taking the steps one at a time, I knew I looked scrumptious, and felt sexy as the crisp air caressed my moist clit when my legs parted to take a step up. Before I could touch the knob, the judge had swung the door open and was standing there himself in a house robe and slippers with a tobacco pipe dangling from his mouth. Damn he looked good.

  Forever the distinguished gentleman, he smiled as he stepped back and removed my bag from my hand. I sauntered past him, knowing his eyes were traveling the length of my body, and he was removing my trench coat in his mind. I turned to face him just as he was giving the butler orders to take my belongings up to the master bedroom, and to leave out of the back door. Finally facing me, I did just as he did and took all of him in.

  He was still extremely sexy. Smooth skin, thick lips to match his even thicker dick, and a fresh cut. He looked a little older . . . wiser, most would say, and I could see a little more gray peeking up at his temples and throughout his beard. Yeah, he still had it. He walked over to me with a confident swagger like he already knew he had me dripping wet. Once he got over to me, he took my hand in his and raised it above my head, turning my body in a small circle. Stopping me when I was facing him, he planted a sensual kiss on my lips, stepping back only to untie the sash on my coat.

  He looked pleased as he slowly opened my coat to reveal the surprise inside like he was unwrapping a Hershey’s Kiss. Of course I kept a flawless body, and the look in his eyes let me know that I was indeed the truth. He ran his tongue across his lips, tasting the corners like he was hungry and ready to eat. Leaning forward he took one chocolate nipple into his mouth, moaning out loud, and then took the other doing the same. I kept a serious face, thankful for the heat on my back from the fireplace. I didn’t want him to know he had me open that fast.

  Turning in my heels, I stood still as he removed my coat from my shoulders and allowed it to pool around my feet in a soft puddle of cashmere and silk. Stepping over it, I cat walked toward the chaise longue because it was closest to the fire, making sure he saw my plump ass bounce w
ith each step. He always told me I could have been a model, and I kept a flawless tight body just to keep him guessing.

  Stretching out on the chaise with one leg bent at the knee, and the other on the floor, my legs were partly open waiting for him to come and taste me. He circled the chair smoothly, stopping to take in the vision. The flames cast shadows all over my body as I glistened like a shiny new penny. I could tell he was trying to go slow with the flow and not bum-rush me. It had been awhile since he’d had me like this, and he was savoring the moment.

  As he got closer he came out of his robe, revealing a tight, muscular chest and flat tummy that I didn’t quite remember him having. Somebody had been working out, and I liked it. He had the body of a man in his early thirties, and it was too bad he didn’t have the stamina to match. He was usually known for only lasting a good ten minutes; that’s why I would always milk the hell out of a foreplay session. Who knows? Maybe this new body came with new dick control? I smiled, showing him I was pleased.

  He moved toward me, kneeling beside me, spreading my legs wider. My pussy glistened with a sticky wetness that he wasted no time sticking the tip of his tongue in. Catching my clit between his lips, I gasped as he sucked and slurped me into his mouth causing my body to convulse. His huge hands delicately caressed and pinched my nipples sending shock waves through my body. I couldn’t control my pelvis from grinding into his face, smearing a glazed layer all over it. I moaned and bucked under him as he lifted my leg up and placed it over his shoulder so that he could get closer.

  An orgasm started building up in my gut, and I was trying my best to hold it in, but the judge was steadily dragging it out of me. He fucked my pussy with a stiff tongue that had me ready to pass the hell out, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more the floodgates opened, and I released a river of honey down his throat and all over his neck.

  “Please, let it go . . .” I begged as he held my clit captive, forcing wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure to crash against it, making me delirious. I must say I didn’t remember the judge being this phenomenal orally, and I silently gave kudos to whoever taught this old dog some new tricks.

  His fingers invaded my space, and caused me to jump as he stuffed two of them inside of my tight, wet hole. I bounced up and down on them like I was riding a good stiff dick, bringing myself to another mind-blowing orgasm that almost wiped me out. Somebody was playing for keeps, and I was not mad about it at all.

  He licked me slowly from my opening to my clit allowing me to calm down and control my breathing. I swear if he had a close neighbor they would have thought someone was trying to kill me with all the hollering and screaming I just did. I felt like he literally sucked the life out of me, no pun intended. I knew for sure I was going to have to put in some work after that performance.

  He rose up from between my legs with a glazed but a happy look on his face. His pajama bottoms tented in the pelvic area letting me know he was ready to go in. I sat up and took hold of it, stroking it through the material of his pants, causing his eyes to close and his head to lean back. A small circle started to form from the pre-cum that I was pulling from him, and I hoped he would last this time.

  Using my feet to pull his pants down, I continued to stroke him, taking the liberty of tasting the clear fluid that dripped from the head of his dick. He seemed to have gotten bigger, the mushroom head barely fitting in my hand. Closing my mouth around the head, he moaned as I took him into my mouth an inch at a time until he was balls deep into my throat. I had learned a trick or three myself, and I was more than willing to show him.

  Massaging his balls, and inserting a finger into his asshole at the same time, had the judge screaming louder than I was as his legs began to tremble. He tried to back away from me, but the sensation was too good and he leaned toward me instead. Releasing him, and gargling his balls in my mouth had him on opera status and I knew I had him just where I wanted him.

  Letting him go completely, I leaned back in the chaise and massaged my swollen clit, palming my breasts with the other hand as I leaned down to take my nipples into my mouth. The judge struggled to get to his knees, and came down into a kneeling position on the chaise right in front of me. Just as he was aiming his dick for the target, I stopped him.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked between gasps as his dick twitched in his hands. I simply swung my legs around him and stood up.

  “We can get back to this in a minute,” I told him in a serious tone. “Right now, I need to know what’s up with my son.”

  James

  Day-mares and Night Dreams

  When I came to I was stretched out in a hospital bed with a bandage on my head. The last thing I remembered was doing the press conference, and everything went black. I couldn’t even remember if I got everything out, but I knew for sure that my head was pounding like crazy. When I opened my eyes a nurse was leaning over me taking my vitals, and shining a light in my now open eyes.

  “Mr. Cinque, that was a pretty nasty fall you took,” she said, smiling down at me while checking my head dressing. My dress shirt was now gone, and all I had on were my slacks and a wife beater. Through the window I could see Jazz’s family talking with the doctor.

  “What happened? All I remember . . .” I began, but she cut me off.

  “Don’t talk. I just gave you pain medicine for your headache so let it kick in. The doctor will be in to talk to you shortly.”

  Taking her advice, I nestled into the pillow and closed my eyes, trying to slow down the drums pounding on my temple. What was going on in my life? I said a quick prayer, hoping some mercy would be thrown my way. When they say “what goes around comes around” they weren’t lying.

  “How are you feeling?” Jazz’s brother asked as he entered the room. My head began to pound more upon seeing him. When were they going to leave?

  “I’m okay. Head killing me.” I gave a dry response. It was obvious that my damn head hurt considering it was bandaged up. I wasn’t sure of what happened but I must have banged it up when I passed out.

  “Yeah, that was a pretty nasty hit. They had to wheel you out on a gurney and everything. Of course the media was snapping pictures left and right, but they got you out fairly quickly. Glad to see you awake.”

  “Thanks, man,” I responded before closing my eyes again, hopefully indicating that I was done talking. Too much was happening too fast, and I just needed some quiet. That was short-lived once I heard the doctor enter the room.

  “Mr. Cinque, glad to see that you’re up. That’s a nasty bump you have on your head there, but the CAT scan came back normal, and there are no signs of any internal damage. You just have a pretty nasty gash where your head struck the podium,” the doctor spoke to me in a calm tone as he looked over my chart.

  “Thanks, Doc,” I spoke to him in a groggy voice. “Is the media still here? I need to finish the update.”

  “What you need to do is rest. You’ve been through a lot in the past twenty-four hours, and you need to relax yourself. I need you to be on your A game for your wife and son.”

  “And how are they doing?” I asked, hoping nothing drastic had happened while I was unconscious.

  “Your wife and son are still in stable condition. The blood that you gave is in the lab being tested for any trace of disease as well as to identify your blood type since you didn’t know that information just as I explained to you earlier. It shouldn’t take much longer, and as soon as everything comes back clear we will proceed with your son. I’m thinking everything will come back okay.”

  “That’s great to hear,” I said while gingerly touching the side of my head. “When will I get to see them both?”

  “In a little while, the medicine you were just given may put you to sleep in a little while depending on how your body reacts to it. Once you awaken I’ll allow you to see your family. Also, you’re scheduled to do another press conference in the morning, and I don’t want you passing out again,” he said with a gentle smile.

 
; “Thanks for everything, Doc,” I responded, feeling the effects of the medicine kicking in.

  “No problem, Mr. Cinque. I’ll be here in the morning. If you need anything, my brother will be covering the overnight shift and is aware of your situation. He’ll do anything that’s needed to make your stay comfortable.”

  I couldn’t keep my eyes open to respond and found myself drifting off. It felt like I was still awake, because I was sitting next to my wife’s bed watching her sleep. She didn’t look as beat up as I remembered, and almost all of her scars were gone. The kids, even Jordan, were sitting out in the waiting area outside of the room watching TV, and I wondered when Jordan had gotten out of the ICU. Jasmine’s mom and dad were out there, and everyone looked happy.

  Just when I went to get up to use the restroom, Jasmine’s hand shot out and grabbed a hold of my wrist. When I looked at her, her eyes were bloodshot and she had a sad look on her face. I was scared, and I knew my face showed it but I couldn’t move or speak. All I could do was look her in her eyes.

  “James, I’m sorry this happened to us,” she spoke in a sad tone as tears streamed from her eyes.

  “Honey, it’s okay,” I responded, finally finding my voice. “Just let me get the doctor, and . . .”

  “I have something I need to tell you about the kids,” she replied, the tears turning a crimson red as they ran down her face and soaked the sheet that was tucked in around her neck. I wanted to call to get the doctor but she had a death grip on me.

  “Jazz, let me go get the doctor. You’re bleeding.”

  “But the kids,” she said through her tears. “I need to tell you about the kids. The second set of twins . . .”