My Woman His Wife Saga

by Anna J.

  Jasmine came back in the room dressed in a pink thong and sandals that strapped to her knee of the same color. Hitting the power button on the stereo, the slow version of “Sumthin’ Sumthin’ ” from the Love Jones soundtrack played right on cue. Jasmine danced her way over to the bed, sensuously keeping constant eye contact with her husband. Topless, she crawled up to him on her knees, kissing his body on the way up. James couldn’t help but think that the show he was watching was something that Monica would do, but he was glad to see his wife broadening her views on creative lovemaking.

  Squatting down onto his erection, Jasmine rode James slowly with her hands on the headboard for support. While they tossed and turned into different positions, James recalled thinking about Monica only once, and said to himself that it was going to be one hell of a night.

  Monica ate ice cream and waited for the results of the pregnancy test she’d just taken. Who knew two minutes could be so long? She paced outside of the bathroom door trying patiently to wait for the timer to sound, indicating her time was up. When she got home, she did a headstand for about three minutes, hoping whatever semen was on her would find its way to her insides. Never mind most of it was rubbed off on the way home. Thinking rationally was not the issue here. Having James’s baby would be a scandalous thing, but Monica could care less. She lived for drama, and scandal was her favorite pastime.

  Finally the buzzer sounded, causing Monica to almost drop her dessert on the floor. Walking quickly into the bathroom, she sat her pint of Ben and Jerry’s on the vanity and stared down at the test on the back of the toilet. Not sure what the line meant, she picked up the box to read the directions.

  “One strip means not pregnant, two strips means baby on board,” she said aloud. Looking down at the test, she only saw one line.

  “This is bullshit! Is the nigga shootin’ blanks or what?” Monica said to her frustrated reflection in the mirror. She knew James could make babies because he had twins now. She made sure he was inside of her the first time, and the second time he pulled out, but she still got some on her. She felt pregnant, or so went her imagination.

  “Maybe the test is old,” Monica said. “Who knows how long they sit in the back before they are put out for sale?”

  Grabbing her jacket, she decided to go to the drugstore near her house. Pulling up with a screeching halt, Monica jumped out of the car before it stopped moving completely. Going directly to the feminine products aisle, she picked up four different brands of pregnancy tests just to make sure there wouldn’t be any issues. The cashier looked at her kind of crazy as she rung the items up, and Monica gave her a “don’t go there” look as she paid for her stuff and ran out of the store.

  On the way home she hit ninety miles an hour, and as soon as she turned the corner to her block, a police car was right on her tail with flashing lights going off. She pulled over mad as hell and not wanting to stop, and at one point thought about jetting off. When the officer got to her car, she made sure to keep her hands on the steering wheel just in case this one was trigger-happy. She didn’t want to become a statistic because of speeding and a few pregnancy tests.

  “Can I help you, Officer?” Monica said to the cop standing outside her car door. She hoped he would make it quick; she had things to do.

  “Ma’am, are you aware of how fast you were going?”

  “No, sir I’m not. I have to pee and was in a rush to get home. I only live a few houses down on this side of the street.” She gave him her most pitiful look, but he didn’t seem to be buying it.

  “License, insurance, and registration, please,” the cop said, looking into the car window.

  “Sir, please. You can’t give me a ticket. I just got this car. Let me make it up to you.”

  “Ma’am, are you soliciting me? I’m an officer of the law, and I can lock you up for prostitution.”

  “I’m not a prostitute, sir! I’m just trying to get out of this ticket. I only live a few houses down. No one has to know but me and you.”

  The officer looked at her for a second to see if she was ser-ious. Monica started unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her chocolate breasts to the rookie cop. Monica had already slept with most of the guys on the force, and she didn’t remember seeing this one before. He started thinking about how things were terrible at home, and his evident erection let Monica know she had him hooked. That was exactly how she got the mayor to sleep with her, and her little flash trick worked here too.

  “Pull up to your door and go in,” the officer said. “Leave the door unlocked; I’ll be coming in right behind you.”

  Pulling off, Monica made her way down the block and parked her car in the driveway. Doing exactly as she was told, she went inside and stripped down to nothing as she waited for the cop to come in. Forgetting about the pregnancy and her earlier dilemma, she sat on the floor in front of the fireplace with her legs open, tugging on her clit. When the cop walked in, he spotted Monica and almost came on himself right then. Undressing quickly, he joined her on the rug, his head falling directly between her legs.

  “Eat up, Officer,” Monica spoke to him while holding on to the back of his head.

  The cop kissed his way up her stomach, inserting himself unprotected as he kissed her breasts. Not even a minute later, he spit his seed inside of her, collapsing heavily on top of her. Monica held her breath and waited for him to move.

  Rolling off her, he snatched her shirt from the floor beside them, and wiped himself off before stepping back into his uniform. Monica looked up at him from the floor with a smirk on her face.

  “Now, be careful how you drive for now on. I wouldn’t want you to tear that pretty car up,” he said as he placed his state-issued hat on top of his bald head.

  Monica just looked at him, wishing he would hurry up and close the door. After all, she was ass-naked, and there was a cool breeze outside, even for the middle of May. Officer Hill looked back at her once more before closing the door. Getting up to lock it, Monica almost laughed aloud at his silly ass.

  “He had the nerve to look like he just did something,” she said on the way upstairs. Totally forgetting about the pregnancy test, she filled the tub with hot water and soaked her tired body. Jasmine and how she was going to steal her from James was still on her mind as she rinsed off and went to lie across her bed. Before she knew it, she was drifting off to sleep, already making up her mind to visit Jasmine in the morning.

  The next morning Monica was parked down the street from Jasmine’s house waiting patiently for James and the kids to leave. She knew they rotated mornings on who took the kids out, and she hoped it would play in her favor today. Dozing off for a minute, she woke up in time to see James and his twins get in the car and pull off. Ducking down some in her seat so he wouldn’t see her when they passed by, she waited about five minutes before she got out of the car and went up to the door.

  Monica was dressed similarly to what she had on for James, but this time she had on the red French-cut boy shorts that Jasmine liked to see her in. Tying the belt tighter around her waist, she rung the bell and waited patiently for Jasmine to answer. When Jasmine came to the door, all she had on was a bathrobe, and half her hair was pinned up because she was curling it. Half dressed, she still looked like a goddess to Monica, and she wanted so badly to just have her to herself.

  “What are you doing here?” Jasmine asked, looking both ways to see if anyone was outside. She didn’t want to have to explain to James later why Monica was there.

  “I came to see you, silly,” Monica replied playfully. “It’s been a while since we—you know, and I decided to catch you before you left. Maybe give you something to smile about while you’re at work.”

  “Okay, Monica, that’s cool and all, but what if James were here? How would I explain that?” Jasmine said, a little frustrated although she was getting wet just thinking about what Monica would do to her.

  “I figured he would be gone around this time; that’s why I waited. I’m sorry if I caused a pro
blem,” Monica began looking like she was about to cry. “I just miss you, and I needed to see you, so I came over.”

  “Look, don’t cry,” Jasmine said after the first tear fell. “Come on in, but we have to be quick because I have to get to work soon.”

  “No problem, just lay back and let me make you feel good.”

  Jasmine, still a little irritated, went upstairs to the bathroom with Monica following close behind.

  While Jasmine was in the bathroom, Monica checked behind the bed to make sure the panties were still there. She also felt in her jacket pocket for the clay she brought with her. She knew a guy that made keys, and he told her all she needed was a good print of the key she wanted duplicated and he could make her one. She hoped Jasmine’s house keys would be lying around somewhere so she could get a print, and was looking around from her spot on the bed.

  Jasmine entered the room naked and took a spot on the bed next to Monica. Scooting over in the middle of the bed and spreading her legs, she waited for Monica to do whatever she was going to do. She hoped James wouldn’t turn around and come back to the house for anything as Monica began at her toes and worked her way up.

  Monica had already taken off her panties and had them on the side of the bed. Pleasing herself in the process, she spread open Jasmine’s lips with her free hand and immediately took hold of her clit, making Jasmine explode instantly. Holding her legs up, Jasmine held on to the back of Monica’s head while she devoured her. Moaning like crazy and exploding all over the place, Jasmine took her nipples into her mouth one at a time, adding to the excitement that was already playing all over her body.

  Monica made sure to put her tongue inside of Jasmine, lapping up all of her honey until there was nothing left. Jasmine started squirming under her, indicating that another orgasm was fast-approaching. Taking her hand from her own clit, Monica licked off her juices before inserting her fingers inside of Jasmine’s tightness. Jasmine’s body was barely on the bed as she rained all over Monica’s hand and tongue.

  Reaching over into her coat pocket, Monica pulled out the strap-on she’d brought with her and stepped into it. Getting as close to Jasmine as possible on her knees, she threw Jasmine’s legs over her shoulders, plunging into her deeply and hoping that she was doing a better job than James. Jasmine held her lips open, begging Monica not to stop. Monica threw her legs over to the side, taking her that way, with Jasmine holding on to the headboard.

  “Whose pussy is this?” Monica asked in a low tone, but loud enough for Jasmine to hear her.

  “It’s yours,” Jasmine replied between breaths. Monica was doing the damn thing to her, and she was shocked because it was almost better than what James did the night before—almost.

  “Tell me it’s my pussy! Say it!” Monica came back, enjoying the control she had over Jasmine at this point. If Jasmine had any doubts that a woman could please her the same or better as a man, Monica wanted to make sure that she knew she could have the best of both worlds.

  “Monica, it’s your pussy. It’s yours, baby,” Jasmine responded as Monica turned her body so that she was on her knees in the doggie style position.

  “It better be.”

  Monica started kissing Jasmine down her back, and running her tongue up and down her spine, making Jasmine go crazy. Using some of the KY-Jelly from off the nightstand, she applied some on Jasmine’s asshole, never losing her rhythm with Jasmine throwing her ass back like crazy. She slowly pushed her finger into Jasmine’s ass and slowed down her stroke; Jasmine’s back stiffened.

  “Jasmine, just relax. I won’t hurt you, just enjoy it.”

  Every time Monica pushed in she pulled her finger out, and vice versa building up an orgasm so big Jasmine just about passed put from the explosion. Feeling satisfied that she’d handled her business, Monica pulled out of Jasmine and stepped out of her strap-on. Jasmine was lying face down on the bed trying to catch her breath as Monica dressed. Smiling to herself, she walked around the side of the bed and kissed Jasmine on the forehead.

  “I’ll call you later,” Monica said before leaving the room, “and I’ll lock the door behind me. Don’t oversleep; it’s nine o’clock.”

  Jasmine just kind of grunted her good bye and remained sprawled out on the bed, trying to get herself together.

  When Monica got downstairs, she spotted the peg block hanging by the door. Coming closer to it, she saw several keys hanging from it. There were numerous tags listing what the keys were over each peg, and the last one that read “Spare House Keys” had two of the same keys hanging from it. She started to just take a key, but that would be too easy. Testing the key in the door to make sure it was the right one, she did as she was told and pressed the key firmly into the clay; the shape and name on the key came out perfectly. Smiling to herself, she slid the clay into one of the sandwich bags on the table and left the house whistling.

  On her way back home, she went by the locksmith’s office and dropped the imprint off. After knocking him off quickly, he told her she could come back and get the key that afternoon. She went home, and all of a sudden felt very sleepy and decided to take her shower after a nap.

  Jasmine finally got out of the bed a half hour after Monica left. Pulling the sheets with her, the pair of underwear that Monica planted there popped out as planned. Jasmine, not wanting James to know that Monica was there and thinking that those were the panties Monica came there in, put them in the bottom of the hamper, mentally writing herself a note to get them out later before James saw them. Already late for work, she quickly dressed and headed for the office, smiling all the way there, just as Monica said she would.

  Dancing With The Devil

  An hour later, Jasmine walked into the office with a smile so bright she could be the star of a Colgate commercial. Unusually friendly to everyone, she practically skipped into her office, flopping down in her chair when she got there. Not that she was a mean person, but Jasmine was very professional all the time, and it was rare that she was giddy and carefree like she was now. She didn’t know Monica had it in her to turn her out like that, but she was hooked. Never in her wildest imagination did she think a girl could leave her feeling sore and completely drained at the same time, but then again Monica wasn’t just “any woman,” and you could never be too sure of her capabilities.

  “Sheila, can I see you in my office please?” Jasmine called from the intercom. She had several meetings she needed to attend, and if Sheila could download a couple of subpoenas for her by the time she got back, it would take a few hours off her day.

  When Sheila walked in, her face was red and her eyes were puffy like she had been crying all morning. Trying to hide behind her hair, she sat down with her pen and notepad ready, looking into her lap and not at Jasmine like she normally did. Monica had been harassing her all week because she was avoiding her calls, and even went as far as sending her photos of her and Jasmine’s husband when they were at her house. Somehow she took her face out of the pictures and put Sheila’s there as if she was the one having sex with him. All she and James did was exchange oral pleasantries; there was never any penetration between the two.

  She didn’t know what Monica would do, but she did know she couldn’t afford to lose her job. She already felt bad about what she did with her boss’s husband, and Monica was only making it worse.

  “Sheila, are you okay?” Jasmine asked, concern etching her face and stealing her once-jolly mood away completely.

  “I’m fine.” Sheila started to cry again. “Let’s just get on with the meeting.”

  “If you were fine, you wouldn’t be sitting here in tears.” Jasmine decided to ignore her attitude and go around to sit in the chair opposite of Sheila with her tissue box in hand. “I’m a lawyer, I can help you.”

  “It’s nothing, really; just some issues I have to work through, that’s all,” Sheila said, trying to steer the conversation away from her.

  “Sheila, whatever it is, you can tell me. I’ll try my best to help you, and I know
others who can also. Is it your son’s father? Is he abusing you?” Jasmine went on, at the same time going through her mental Rolodex thinking of who could help Sheila out with the situation she thought Sheila might be in.

  Sheila just wanted to go home. As much as she wanted to tell, Jasmine could not help her out of this one. She had to do what was necessary to get Monica off her back, and although she didn’t know what her solution was just yet, she knew she had to think fast before things got out of hand.

  “No, I’m fine, really. I think I may end up taking a half-day if you don’t really have anything for me to do. Honestly, my head is pounding and I probably won’t be any good around here anyway.”

  “That’s not a problem. All I need you to do is pull up and send out a few subpoenas for the files in the corner over there, then you can head out. Leave me a note on top of them when you’re done, and your number so I can check on you later.”

  “Are you sure? I can stay if you need me.”

  “No, Sheila, go on. Every so often a woman needs to just lie down and rest for a second. You have my cell number; call if you need me.”

  “I will. Are we done now?” Sheila asked, wanting to get out of Jasmine’s face. She felt like shit because the one person who was showing her the most concern should be whipping her ass for sucking her husband’s dick. She got up to leave before any more tears fell.

  “Yeah, we’re done. I’ll give you a call tonight, okay?”

  “Cool.”

  Jasmine gathered a couple of folders for some cases she had to view and put the one she was about to start with on top. On her way out the door, she walked slowly by Sheila, looking to see if she was okay. Sheila was having a heated debate over the phone, and it was getting loud. Knowing how the senior partners were and not wanting Sheila to lose her job because of her personal problems, she waited by Sheila’s desk for her to end the call.