My Woman His Wife Saga

by Anna J.

  Thankfully, somehow we made our way up to the bedroom where we lay in silence for what felt like hours. I don’t know if either of us were ready for what was said, especially me. I was upset that she put James out there, but I was even more upset that she told him my business. And I was even more livid with the twins from Bally’s.

  Yeah, I had already told James what I wanted him to know, and I’m sure he did the same, but I guess now he knew where all of my panties had been disappearing to.

  As I lay next to my husband, I tried to think of what my parents would do in a situation like this. My heart was telling me they would stay together. I needed to move back home. This incident would stay between us, and it was as simple as that. And I would keep my sins a secret for as long as I could.

  I rolled over to face James, and he looked just as lost as I did. The only way to get our marriage back on track was for me to move back home and deal with our problems together.

  Monica

  Revenge Is Best Served Cold, August 1991

  When I woke up, the pain in my stomach was unbearable. It definitely didn’t feel like the usual menstrual cramps, but what else could it be? I could barely lift my head off the pillow, and when I was able to, and I saw the amount of blood on the bed, it scared me even more. Something wasn’t right, and I needed to get help as soon as possible. I tried to stand up, but my legs felt like wet noodles under me. The pain was getting worse by the second, and all I remember was making it halfway down the hall on my hands and knees before I passed out. Waking up in the emergency room, I was scared for real. I wanted to ask what had happened, but the pain in my stomach and the tubes down my throat prevented me from speaking.

  I kept my eyes closed as I listened to my uncle and Stephanie argue about who was going to clean the blood up in the hallway. He wanted me to do it, but she said I wasn’t feeling well enough. I hated him, and I couldn’t wait to get out of his house. Instead of dwelling on their nonsense, I closed my eyes and sifted through my own issues.

  By the end of the school year I had successfully gotten even with two other girls from Ashley’s crew: Jessica and Samantha. How I caught Jessica was priceless. Since Ashley and Kevin hadn’t returned back to school, the school staff took it upon themselves to plan our junior prom. I was cool with that and happy because I was finally able to talk my uncle into letting me go.

  Although I had about twelve hundred dollars stashed in my closet, I still took on a few afterschool babysitting jobs to get some extra loot so I wouldn’t spend all my money getting what I needed. I decided I would go to the prom by myself. After all my efforts to raise cash, Stephanie offered to take me to New York to get my gown so no one would have one like mine. My gown fell right above my knees and went up around my neck like a halter top. I had a detachable train that fell to the floor and doubled as a shawl just in case I got cold during the night. We bought my shoes and handbag from the same boutique, and I decided on a single pink rose to match my dress for my corsage.

  She took me to the guy who did her hair, and taught me how to apply my makeup properly so it would have a natural look. My uncle rented a Benz for the evening, after arguing with Stephanie about it for three days straight, and he decided that since she wanted to be so helpful, Stephanie could take me to the prom and pick me up when it was all over.

  To lower the ticket cost, the prom was held in the school gymnasium, which made it convenient for everyone. I had butterflies in my stomach something serious because this was my opportunity to get Jessica’s ass. I knew she would come to the prom like she was the shit, and I’d make it my business to show her she was, literally.

  I was dropped off at the prom about an hour after it started. I got there just in time to get my picture taken before the camera crew packed up for the evening. Once the prom got popping I went to the ladies’ room to make sure the coast was clear. The day before I’d stashed a bag of items in the bathroom vent.

  I put “out of order” signs on the stall doors on the ends so that the only restroom available was the middle stall. After hiding my bag in the first stall, I left the bathroom and waited for Jessica to come in. When I saw her go to the bathroom, I waited for a minute before I went in and locked the door behind us.

  She was standing at the mirror on the other side when I walked in, so I snuck into the stall and circled the toilet seat with clear super glue. I went into the first stall after using a towel to crawl under the door. Just as I hoped, she walked in and plopped her nasty ass right down on the toilet seat. I took the cup I had in my bag and filled it with water from the toilet. After taking a peek over the top to see what she was doing, I tossed the cup of water over the top.

  She screamed as I threw three more cups of water on her. When she realized she couldn’t get off the toilet I took the opportunity to crawl back under the door, depositing my bag back in the vent and exiting the bathroom unnoticed.

  While I was getting some punch I saw a crowd of students running toward the bathroom. I made my way over, almost the last one there. From my viewpoint I could see Jessica still trying to get off the toilet with her dress and hair drenched, and her panties around her ankles. I should have pissed in the cup.

  When we got back to school the following Monday, the school paper was passed out during lunch. On the cover, much to everyone’s surprise, was a picture of Jessica stuck on the toilet looking a hot mess. I just laughed to myself as I finished eating my lunch in silence. For the first time in all of my sixteen years I could honestly say life was good.

  Opening my eyes for a brief second I saw the doctor who was working on me. He was telling my uncle that I was pregnant in my tubes and the tube burst, which was the reason for all the pain and blood. I was grateful, but not really. I was upset about the tube part, but if I had the baby who was to say it didn’t belong to my uncle? And that shit that Kevin and his boys did still gave me bad dreams, so I was glad it was gone.

  I heard the doctor whisper that although the tube was repaired, I wouldn’t be able to pass eggs on that side, so it would be a little difficult for me to conceive again. My dumb-ass uncle asked the doctor if they could give me a hysterectomy, but of course they wouldn’t do it. The effects of the morphine were making me sleepy again, so I let it do its magic as I thought about my revenge on Samantha.

  We were having a festival at our school for our last day. I volunteered to help set the yard up for the fair. In the back of our school there were woods that some of us usually cut through to get to the strip quicker. Jessica wasn’t in school to walk home with Samantha, and the rest of her girls went the other way, so I knew if I was going to get her I had to act quickly.

  I snuck off while the other volunteers weren’t looking and hid my book bag in the woods. Inside my bag I had stuffed my uncle’s overall jumpsuit so I wouldn’t mess up my clothes, a bandana to cover my face, and a pair of Tims. I had some rope, duct tape, a pack of cigarettes, a jar of honey, and a rechargeable pair of clippers so I didn’t need a plug. Her ass was going to catch it, and I couldn’t wait.

  The day of the festival was hot, but not the type that carried high humidity. I had on my booty-hugging shorts, and a matching red and yellow tank top that looked nice on my tanned skin. My body had filled out a lot in the past couple of months. I had Stephanie take me back to her stylist to get my hair done for the day. I wanted to be cute from head to toe. I finished my outfit off with a pair of red, low top, classic Reeboks and yellow socks with red balls on the back. I must say I was looking rather tasty.

  I noticed how the boys in my class had been watching me lately, but wasn’t shit poppin’. After that mess with Kevin, I decided that not another soul in this school would get within sniffing distance of this stuff. I took the compliments they dished out and kept it moving. There was no need for small talk.

  I chilled the entire day playing the games and getting my fill of hot dogs, cotton candy, and soda. I flirted with some of the guys, and kept my lips glossy just to make the girls mad. I made sure to keep
close tabs on Samantha, and when she left I was right behind her.

  I kept ten paces behind her, ducking behind trees to make sure she didn’t see me. I had a padlock and four heavy rocks in a sock that I had gathered together before I left the fair. I knew I would have to knock her ass out to tie her to the tree, and I was sure that would do the job. Just as she was about to step over the old tree that lay on the ground, I ran up on her and knocked her in the back of her head. Her body folded like a paper bag.

  I left her there while I fished my bag out the hollow part of the tree, shaking the bugs off before I put my overalls on over the outfit I had on and stuck the honey and clippers in my pocket, putting my sneakers inside the bag and placing the bag back in the log. Taking Samantha by her ankles, I dragged her body over to the tree.

  Propping her body up as much as possible, I tied a rope to her wrists, and then connected the ropes in the back of the tree in a tight knot. While she was still out I took the clippers and shaved off sections of her hair, letting them fall in clumps on her lap. Satisfied with my hair cutting skills, I then lit a cigarette and began burning circles on her skin until she woke up.

  When she came to, all she could see was a person in a jumpsuit with their face covered. I Krazy glued her lips together. She struggled in terror as I took cigarette after cigarette out the pack, and burned her with them. After about eight cigarettes, I opened the jar of honey and stood over her, pouring it on top of her head and watching as it ran down the sides of her face and the rest of her body. Once the entire jar was poured out, I began digging holes around her so that any bugs that were in the dirt would come out and feast.

  Stepping back to admire my handiwork, I made sure to clear all evidence that would trace this back to me, and I left her there. I changed my clothes back near the fallen tree and stuffed all the evidence in my book bag, then continued my walk through the woods, stopping back at the festival to get a snow cone and cheese pretzel before heading home.

  On the news the following morning I could hear Samantha’s mom talking to the reporter in a tearful voice because she hadn’t come home the night before. They began searching in the woods behind our school where they found her tied to the tree. She had huge black lumps on her skin where the bugs had bitten her, and her wrists were almost cut to the bone from her struggling to get loose.

  I laughed to myself as the reporter flashed Ashley, Jessica, and Kevin’s case on the news, trying to figure out who was the cause of all the terror that had struck Parkway High School that year. I snickered as I turned over and went back to sleep, enjoying the first day of my summer vacation.

  I woke up later in a hospital room with the tube removed from my throat. Although the pain was still there, it wasn’t as bad as the effects of the drugs they kept pumping in my system. My uncle was no longer there, but his girlfriend was asleep in the chair next to my bed. I have to honestly say that I didn’t like her very much in the beginning, but she had definitely looked out for me since she’d been in the picture. I closed my eyes and rested. When I got out I would take advantage of the rest of my summer because school would be starting in just another month, and I still had some planning to do.

  Tanya C. Walker

  I must say that I was pleasantly surprised at how Monica had hooked me up when I got home. I was thankful, but she owed it to me. I spent years in the joint fighting bitches off me while she lived the good life, and after one visit I was free to go? It was like I got a get-out-of-jail-free card or something. That just made me wonder if she was really trying to leave me for dead all that time.

  Now, I know I was stupid for taking the rap, but at the moment I couldn’t think straight. She killed my husband right in front of me, and had no remorse as she popped cap after cap into his face. Marcus was abusive, but damn. I didn’t think it would go down like that, so I took the rap, not knowing I would do that much time.

  I spent almost four years locked up, but I must say she laced me pretty lovely when I was released. A brand new house, car, and my own restaurant were just a few of the trinkets I received. We had yet to talk, but I couldn’t help but hate her. Yeah, she had hooked me up, but she was fucking up too many lives, and when Shaneka told me about the whole Rico thing I almost lost it.

  Monica just didn’t get it. My new love, Shaneka, had it in for her ass, too. She promised me she would get Monica back, and when she did, I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face. When bricks started falling, the building would eventually fall down, and I couldn’t wait to see it tumble on her ass. She’d be just like the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz with her damn feet sticking out from under the building, and I’d be right there to take those ruby slippers the hell off.

  Jasmine

  Curiosity Killed the Cat

  I waited until about two weeks after Monica came to my house to go visit her. Even though she had caused all kinds of problems in my life, I needed to know if I still had feelings for her. Call me crazy, but my heart still kind of went out for her.

  Things at home were still on shaky ground, but the babies and I were finally settled, and they were happy. James and I had had sex numerous times, but I couldn’t get Monica off my mind. Pretending it was her on top of me instead of James was the only way I could cum. Sad, but true.

  Being back at work from my three month leave of absence gave me plenty of work to do, but I couldn’t concentrate on any of it. My life had changed so much in the last couple of months. For a while I didn’t know whether I was coming or going.

  All morning I had been trying to get my files in order. I stayed locked in my office because every time I walked past Sheila’s old desk I wanted to scream. Why would she do that to me? I mean, no, we weren’t the best of friends, but I thought we at least had mutual respect for each other. It was crazy how it all went down, but something was telling me that Sheila really didn’t have a choice in the matter. I heard she was working for Judge Stenton now. Maybe I’d pay her a visit, too.

  After looking at the clock for the thousandth time I decided it was time I took a lunch break. The senior partners had been absolutely wonderful to me by making sure I had fresh fruit and plenty to drink for the babies, but I needed to get out and get some fresh air. I stopped to let Trish, my new assistant, know I would be taking an extended lunch. I put on my jacket and left with all intentions of getting something to eat and checking on the kids.

  On my car ride over to the school I found myself going in the direction of Monica’s house. I had planned to just stop and say what was on my mind because I was still pissed about the entire episode that happened at the house. I also wanted to know just what she knew about me fucking the twins, but when she opened the door all of that went out the window.

  Monica answered the door in a white wifebeater and pink cotton shorts that barely covered her ass. She had specks of paint on her clothes and skin, and her hair was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Her skin glowed and my clit jumped when my eyes made contact with her hard nipples. My mouth watered a little as I remembered how she tasted. Her belly appeared bigger than it was the last time I saw her, and it made her look even more radiant. Guys always said that pregnant pussy was the best pussy, and I was hoping that I would find out if that was true.

  We stared at each other without saying any words. I had to keep repeating in my head that she was pregnant by my husband, but it damn sure wasn’t working. Maybe if I just tasted her one more time . . . “Hello, Jasmine. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

  Monica flirted openly from the doorway, and for the first time I noticed her holding a paintbrush as I averted my eyes away from her face. I had to keep a cool head about this.

  “I just stopped by to talk to you and see how you were holding up. Do you mind if I come in?”

  “No, not at all. I was just about to make something to eat. Would you care for some?”

  “Sure.”

  I followed Monica into the house and into the kitchen after she hung up my jacket. Whatever she was i
n the midst of making smelled delicious, and as I made myself comfortable, she placed a bowl of beef stew and a tuna sandwich in front of me. I wasted no time digging in.

  We ate in silence, looking at each other periodically. I guess neither one of us could believe we were here like this.

  “Listen, I was upstairs painting. Care to join me?”

  “Sure.”

  I followed her up the steps, glancing at the photos on the wall on the way up. I thought I recognized James in one of them, but I wasn’t sure. I made a mental note to look again on my way down. I stood at the door as she took her seat, the memories flooding my mind at a rapid pace as if they had happened yesterday. Not too long ago I posed for pictures in this very room. Now it looked totally different.

  Where there were stacks of paintings, easels, and camera’s, now only housed drop cloths, cans of paint, and brushes. The once white walls were now mint green with yellow borders, and Monica was in the middle of creating a mural.

  “Do you want a change of clothes so you can come in?”

  “Huh?” I was so lost in the mural I didn’t hear her say anything at first.

  “I said, do you want to change your clothes so you won’t get paint on your suit?”

  “Sure, that sounds perfect.”

  When she opened her bedroom door I moved straight toward the bed. It was almost like there was a magnetic force pulling me over to it. The pleasure I had received on top of these sheets was unbelievable. I wanted to lay on them one more time, and . . .

  “Monica, can I use your phone?”

  “It’s by the bed.”