Marriage Mayhem

by Samuel L. Hair

  “Yes, we absolutely need to thank God for connecting us, sweetheart. I actually feel that he has much more in store for us, but let’s let time and our patience mold this and hopefully all will be good,” said Jermaine, caressing her fingers. He desperately wanted another kiss, but didn’t want her to think that he was being too pushy or aggressive. As if she was reading his mind, she put her arms around him and gave him a long, wet, kiss. Stevie had no objections now to Jermaine being intimate with his mother. Observing them kissing, he had simply covered his eyes and remained silent.

  It was 9:30 p.m. when Jermaine dropped Karen and the kids off at the one-room shack she was renting from a man she’d met at a cocaine anonymous meeting. Their night ended with a long, wet, kiss and a grind so fierce that it had set the both of them on fire.

  Once inside Karen had excitedly told her landlord, Mr. Pete, about her day with Jermaine.

  “I didn’t know there were still men like him in this world, Mr. Pete,” Karen said. “I mean, damn, he’s an ultimate complete package. He drives one of those big rigs for a living, he’s handsome, intelligent, ambitious, Stevie loves him, he’s never been into gangs or drugs. I mean, what more can a woman ask for? He’s a one-of-a-kind man, that’s all I know. And would you believe that Stevie already calls him Daddy?”

  “That doesn’t surprise me at all, Karen. Hell, that boy will call any man Daddy about right now,” replied Mr. Pete, sarcastically.

  On a few occasions, after Karen’s kids were asleep, Mr. Pete had quietly opened the door to Karen’s bedroom and stood naked, massaging his penis in hopes to get an erection, but unfortunately he couldn’t get it up.

  “Karen, wake up,” he would whisper. “I need some pussy and I’ll bet you’ve got some good stuff between your legs. I can tell by the way you walk, girl.” Being seventy-eight years old didn’t decrease his sex drive. The only thing was that mentally he wanted it, but physically he couldn’t get a hard-on. He had once been told that smoking so much crack in the past caused his penis to be a dead soldier.

  “No, Mr. Pete, no. I told you when I moved in that this will be strictly business and no sex, so get that out of your mind.” Glancing at his penis, she observed that it was short, wrinkled, and limp.

  “Well, come play with it a little bit. Please? I’ll deduct a hundred off next months rent, and if you give me a little head, I might even forget about the rent,” he said, still massaging his penis.

  “Get outta here, Mr. Pete! Now!” yelled Karen.

  “Come on, Karen. I need some lovin’. Please, just give me a little bit and I’ll be all right.”

  “I told you, no.”

  “Then fuck you, bitch! I don’t want you using my goddamn telephone anymore, and don’t use my fuckin’ dishes to cook for you and your fatherless kids, either! Hell, all I wanted was a quick piece of pussy and everything would have been all right, but no, you’ve gotta cherish that pussy of yours like you’re a fuckin’ nun or somethin’! You wasn’t cherishing it when you were giving it away to those no-good, dope-smoking, gangbangers! But now you wanna put a lock on the muthafucka! Bitch!” Then he would slam the door and go back to sleep.

  “Fuck you, Mr. Pete!” Karen would yell. I gotta move outta here before I stab this muthafucka.

  The night Jermaine had dropped Karen and the kids off at Mr. Pete’s, unfortunately Mr. Pete was in the mood once again for sex and stood naked at Karen’s bedroom door.

  “I’m sick and tired of you hounding me for sex in the presence of my kids! Fuck you, Mr. Pete. You aren’t nothing but a dirty old, horny dog that thinks somebody owe you some pussy because they live in your shabby, run-down apartment! Me and my kids are leaving here, fuck you!” she had screamed, then immediately called Jermaine.

  At the time, Jermaine was bragging to his twenty-five-year-old daughter, Denise, and his son-in-law, Maurice, about Karen. Jermaine was temporarily living with them due to major construction being done on his home.

  “I finally found her,” explained Jermaine, optimistically. “She’s pretty, she’s intelligent, she’s computer literate, and the best thing about it is that she’s available. Her son already calls me Daddy, can you believe that?”

  “I’m happy for you, Daddy,” Denise replied, pleased to see her father happy.

  “When can we meet her?” Maurice asked.

  At that moment the phone rang. It was Karen. As soon as she began explaining to Jermaine about what happened, Mr. Pete grabbed the other telephone and began yelling into the receiver. “Get off my fuckin’ phone, bitch!”

  Hearing Mr. Pete’s yells, Jermaine promised to come to her and the kids’ rescue.

  “I’ll be right there, baby,” replied Jermaine, realizing this was another golden opportunity to chalk up more points.

  “Thank you, Jermaine, I appreciate it. Me and the kids will be standing in the front yard.”

  Before rushing out the door, Jermaine quickly answered Maurice’s question.

  “Well, it looks like you guys are going to get the opportunity to meet her more sooner than later. Apparently, there’s a problem going on with her and her landlord and she wants me to come get her. I’ll be right back.” Jermaine hurried out the door.

  Once Jermaine had returned with Karen and her kids and introduced them to Denise and Maurice, Denise coincidentally remembered her from being a passenger on her bus. The last time Karen and the kids had rode on Denise’s bus, Denise had given Alexus a piece of her doughnut to prevent her from crying.

  “This is a small world, isn’t it?” Denise said, smiling.

  They had talked briefly on a few occasions during times Karen was a passenger on her bus. Knowing how lonely her father had been for female companionship, and not wanting him to be taken advantage of by any gold diggers, she said, “You’ve gotta watch some women, Daddy. Not all of them, but a whole lot of them are only out to take advantage of a good, working man. Sex is a small price for them to pay when they’re getting what they want out of the deal. Believe me, Daddy, once they find out you own a home, got a few nice cars, and have lots of money in the bank, they’ll be throwing sex at you like hard raindrops falling from the sky. They’ll try to put babies on you that they know aren’t yours. They’ll lie and tell you they’re pregnant just to get money out of you. They’ll try to get you to take care of their kids, and some of them will even try to turn you against me. But you just always keep in mind that I’m your only biological child, Daddy.”

  Denise made it her business to screen any woman that he associated himself with or tried to be a part of his life. They shared a very open father-and-daughter relationship. Even though she was his daughter he would still sometimes ask her opinions on certain situations or issues pertaining to his life. Denise had no problem expressing her opinions to her father about things she felt were not right, and Jermaine confided in her and respectfully trusted her judgment.

  Jermaine turned Nickelodeon on for the children to watch, including his grandson, Cordell, who was awake and happy to have company his age to play with, while the grown-ups sat talking at the dining room table. Karen had begun openly speaking about Mr. Pete’s behavior and also about her unfortunate present living situation.

  “Why didn’t you call the police on him?” Denise asked, getting emotionally involved.

  “Then where would me and my kids live?” Karen replied. Being jobless and receiving a welfare check of $387 a month meant she did not have too many options. She definitely needed a miracle in her life and she strongly hoped that Jermaine was the miracle she’d been praying for.

  “That pervert needs his ass beat,” Maurice uttered in his Jamaican accent. Then he mumbled a few other words, which only he and Denise understood and then he stood and began pacing.

  “Is it okay with you guys if Karen and the kids stay here for a night or so until I can figure out something?” asked Jermaine, hoping to maybe get a few more kisses or possibly even some sex.

  “Sure, it’s okay,” said Denise. “Now you an
d those kids make yourself at home. My apartment may not be big or luxurious, but you’re more than welcome to stay here.”

  “Are you sure that won’t be a problem? Because I kind of planned to get a motel room for a few days until I figure out what I’m going to do. I hate to be a burden on someone, and—”

  “Say no more, Karen. My house is your house for as long as you need it,” said Denise, thinking that things would be fine with Jermaine around.

  “Thank you, baby, and thank you too, Maurice. We really appreciate it,” said Jermaine, trying hard to conceal his excitement.

  During their discussion, which lasted another thirty minutes or so, Jermaine had briefly excused himself to go lay the kids in his grandson’s spare bed. When he rejoined the other adults, Denise and Maurice gave Jermaine and Karen a hug and said good night.

  It had been a long, tiresome day for both Jermaine and Karen. They talked for another hour or so, then they decided to try and get some sleep. Once in his bedroom, behind closed doors, Jermaine stripped to his boxers and then lay next to Karen. She had already taken off her pants and blouse. The fact that her breasts were extremely small did not prevent Jermaine from getting aroused. Her petite frame, her long brown hair, her smile, and her smooth yellow skin were enough for him.

  In a matter of seconds, their tongues and lips fell in rhythm simultaneously, quickly heating the both of them, and then suddenly without warning Denise opened the door.

  “Oops,” she giggled, covering her eyes. “Sorry to intrude, Daddy and Karen, but I only wanted to welcome you and your kids into my home for as long as you need to stay.”

  “Thank you, Denise,” Karen said, shamelessly. “I really appreciate that.”

  “Why don’t you try knocking next time, Denise? After all, I am paying rent and this is my room,” said Jermaine, in a joking manner.

  “Why don’t you try locking the door, Daddy?” replied Denise, smiling. She then locked and closed the door and then disappeared.

  Immediately, Jermaine and Karen picked up where they had left off before the intrusion. While kissing wildly, Karen began stroking Jermaine’s hardness and massaging his balls. She was actually used to bigger and better things, but she had no problem dealing with his medium size, considering the needed rewards that should come out of it.

  Jermaine responded by playing with her clit and fingering her wet, hot pussy. Seconds later they were both naked, still kissing and rubbing each other in all the right places. Karen began licking and sucking Jermaine’s penis. Her mouth was hot and experienced, producing so much pleasure that Jermaine’s toes began to curl. She skillfully licked up and down, then slowly sucked the head while caressing his balls. Then suddenly she sped up her rhythm, sucking faster, then slowed it down a notch and concentrated on licking.

  She gave him head for close to fifteen minutes before he came. Like a pro, she sucked him dry, causing him to go a little limp, but then she began licking again until he was fully erect again.

  “I want it ride it now,” said Karen, smiling.

  She then climbed on top and straddled it and then gave him the ride of his life. Regardless of his penis not fitting hand in glove inside her slippery, wet pussy, it still felt good to him.

  She rode it like a jockey about to cross the finishing line at the Kentucky Derby until she came once, then twice, and then a third time. They kissed again, and then the both of them fell asleep. From that night he was hooked like a fish.

  During the course of the next three weeks Jermaine spent each day with Karen and her kids. He had requested local runs other than runs that would keep him gone anywhere from a week to three weeks for the sake of building a relationship with Karen. He rented a room for them at Motel 6, but on a couple of occasions they had spent the night at his daughter’s.

  Twice a week they took the kids to the movies, on weekends they picnicked in parks. Some days after work they shopped at the local mall, and they even went to Knott’s Berry Farm and Six Flags Magic Mountain. Also, they had taken a day to meet one another’s relatives. Karen was milking her cash cow for every drop it had to offer.

  Life was going quite well for Jermaine. He strongly felt that he had finally found the right woman.

  Karen definitely felt that Jermaine was Mr. Right as far as being a husband, a good father figure, and an excellent provider, but the one thing he lacked, which was what she simply couldn’t overlook, was a big dick.

  Karen had promised herself years earlier that when she did find Mr. Right he would have to possess the following things: a good-paying job, his own home, a couple nice cars, and he would absolutely have to be a positive father figure. Damn. He’s everything I ever desired in a man, but why couldn’t his dick be about four inches longer and two inches thicker? Karen thought.

  One day after having sex they began making small talk. “Damn, baby, you sure know how to whip that pussy on a brotha. You’ve got your own unique way of riding a dick and giving head. I could swear you’ve got a degree in sex or something,” emphasized Jermaine. “Actually, sweetheart, I have never had a woman who could come anywhere close to competing with you in the sex department.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” replied Karen, smiling, but her thoughts were, I’ve heard this shit umpteen million times. Hell, I used to fuck and suck for a living, so what do you expect?

  Jermaine and Karen had been together for almost two months the day Denise had entered their bedroom smiling. Seeing her father happy and content made her happy and very well pleased. Now she felt it was time to put a little icing on the cake.

  “I’ve been doing some serious thinking lately about you two. I mean, you guys must be paying an arm and a leg weekly at Motel 6, right?” Jermaine started to reply, but Denise had already continued.

  “Anyway, Maurice and I agreed to let you and your kids move in—that is, if you want to—for two-hundred and seventy-five dollars a month in addition to what my daddy is paying me now. That way you guys will have the opportunity to enhance and elevate your relationship being free of any financial stress and not have to expose the kids to crackheads and whores running in and out of the motel rooms,” Denise said thoughtfully. She was not only a bus driver but a businesswoman as well. Actually, her aim was to try to make things decent for her father. She was the actual one who made lots of the final decisions and had the ultimate say-so about things around the house or certain situations. Maurice never had too much to say and would always respect her decisions.

  “Thank you, Denise, thank you very much. I appreciate your offer, that is, if Jermaine doesn’t mind,” replied Karen in good spirits.

  “That sounds fine and dandy, Denise, but I spoke with the contractor in charge of the construction on my house, and he said that it will be ready in a few more weeks. But what I will do is pay you a month’s rent right now and hopefully by then we’ll be gone,” said Jermaine.

  “Man, Daddy, you’ve been here for so long that I almost forgot you even have a home of your own,” Denise replied sarcastically, and then added, “I was just trying to be helpful.”

  “That’s my baby,” Jermaine said, smiling.

  Once Denise disappeared, Karen unzipped Jermaine’s pants and began giving him some enthusiastic head. Minutes later she wanted it inside her.

  “How do you want it, baby?” asked Jermaine, standing erect, as if he had what Karen really wanted.

  “Deep and slow, baby. That’s how I like it, deep and slow,” Karen replied, fantasizing about Tyrone’s huge penis.

  Jermaine inserted himself and began penetrating as slow and as deep as he possibly could. The fact of the matter was that he simply did not have the right tool to satisfy her.

  The entire time that Jermaine was penetrating her and giving her all that he had to give, she was fantasizing about Tyrone’s big, long, dick inside her. Damn, I wish he had a dick like Tyrone’s. I need a big dick deep in me, not a medium-sized one, and damn sure not a Vienna sausage. I need my pussy filled up with a big, long, fat
dick, but fuck it, I guess I gotta deal with this. After all, he’s capable of providing a decent, secure life for me and my kids, so if I have to fake it, then that’s what’s I gotta do. I’m gonna make him think he’s killing the pussy. Then she began moaning and almost crying like he was hurting her. Hearing those sounds made him feel like he was putting in work.

  “Damn, Jermaine, you sure know how to fuck good. Ain’t no way in hell I’m gonna let you get away from me, not after you just did what you did, so don’t even think about it.” She had to make him feel good by saying all the right things. Her words were strictly based on the security he could provide for her and her kids.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll belong to you for a long, long, time. I’ve finally found what I been searching for in a woman.” His words were sincere and humble.

  Karen had been a nympho since the age of twelve. She fantasized often about big dicks whether she was inside a bathtub, lying in bed alone, driving, and she even went to the extent, when inside a supermarket, of going to the produce section just to hold a large cucumber. On a couple occasions she had picked up the largest cucumber she could find and took it to the restroom where she sat on it and rode it until she climaxed.

  The following day, after Jermaine was done moving Karen and her kids’ belongings into Denise’s apartment, he headed for the East Coast on his big rig. He simply was not making the kind of money driving local that he was accustomed to from driving cross-country. Before leaving, he handed her keys to his Mustang and five hundred dollars. Of course, she gave him something to remember her by.