My Woman His Wife Saga

by Anna J.

  I hugged her when she got close enough to step into my embrace, and she felt soft like she could just melt into me. We had to stop doing this. I stepped back reluctantly to invite her into the house, and she looked like I had moved away just in time. Yeah, I would be making this a short trip because I didn’t trust myself around her.

  “Thanks for letting me come back,” she responded while removing her coat. I didn’t even bother to hang it up, instead draping it over the back of the chair because she wouldn’t be here long.

  “No problem. Junior is here. I sent the other kids with their grand-mom so that y’all can have some one-on-one time,” I told her as I kept a good distance from her. She had a puzzled look on her face that I could clearly read. “She knows the situation involving the kids.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  Without saying a word I took to the steps with her following close behind me. Junior was taking a nap, and I decided that I would let her wake him up. I reasoned in my head that it was okay for them to form a bond, as long as it didn’t interfere with the other kids, but a nagging little part of me still had doubts. When we got to the room he was knocked out with his mouth open wide, snoring softly. That boy didn’t play any games when it was time to sleep.

  She hesitated at the door, and I moved to the side, letting her know that it was okay for her to go in. I could see her get a little teary-eyed when she approached him, and she quickly wiped them away as she took a seat on the side of the bed. They looked so much alike it was scary, and she was probably having regrets. Hesitantly, she reached out and rubbed his back, waking him gently. He stirred a little bit, but Junior did not like to be disturbed from his sleep. I smiled a little as I watched them connect, and I knew that I had made the right decision. Giving them some privacy, I went to prepare a light lunch for all of us. I knew Junior would be hungry after his nap, and he would want to play. Monica was definitely in for a treat.

  They entered the kitchen right on time as I was putting the food out on the table. I wasn’t sure what Monica had planned for the day, but they entered the kitchen laughing about something, and that put me at ease. They were getting along, and I was happy about it. We chatted over soup and sandwiches, and Monica caught us up on her goings-on in Atlanta. Junior had so many questions about why they had never met her before, and I let her take the reins as I watched them interact. They even ate and chewed the same.

  “I moved out of the city when you were born, but your dad always sent me pictures and videos when you were a baby,” she answered honestly. I was glad she did and didn’t makeup an entire story that I would have to remember later. I already had too many lies to remember and keep going as it was.

  The questions came back to back, but Monica handled it all pretty well. I was hoping that he didn’t bring Jasmine up, and he never did. She didn’t really like him, and I didn’t need Monica acting up. We made it through lunch unscathed, and ended up in the den playing Michael Jackson: The Experience on the Wii. I called to check on the kids throughout the day, and they arrived in time to play with us as well.

  The kids were hype, and I wasn’t surprised that Monica was able to keep up with the moves required to get points on the game. I even got in there a few times to show them how “Smooth Criminal” was really supposed to be done. We were having a ball, and it actually felt like family. Only this time the kids had a female figure, and didn’t have to hear their mom yelling from the other side of the house to be quiet. The girls loved Monica, and were elated that she let them play in her hair. They wanted to bust out their mother’s nail polish, but she told them that the next time she came they could all go to get it done professionally.

  She tired the kids out, and once again got the opportunity to tuck them all in after bath time and kiss them all good night. When the last door was closed, we took a seat on the couch, exhausted from the day as well. She had her head leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed. I smiled at the cute little makeshift hairstyle that the girls gave her, and I was so glad to see that she had a human side. Why couldn’t Jazz be this chill?

  “Want a glass of wine?” I offered as I got up to get myself one.

  “Sure, but just half of a glass. I still need to drive home.”

  Nodding in understanding, I went and got us refreshments. I knew I should have sent her home right the hell now, but I wasn’t exactly ready for her to go yet for some reason. I’d been surrounded by nothing but kids and family for weeks, and I needed someone on my level to relate to. When I came back with her glass, our fingers touched as she took hers, and it felt like a spark passed between us. I paused as I resisted the urge, and I sat down all the way on the other end of the couch, adjusting myself in the process. I could feel myself growing and throbbing next to my thigh and I needed to get a grip.

  She took notice, but played it cool as a sly grin spread out across her face. I was uncomfortable and it showed on my face as well. We both took a sip of our wine and breathed a sigh. My wife was in the hospital in a coma, but even that thought didn’t keep my dick from jumping in my pants. I moved to adjust myself and I swear I somehow ended up on the middle cushion closer to Monica. I needed to release and lie between some warm thighs, but I knew it was the wrong thing to do. Still, the body wants what it wants.

  “I’m going to use the restroom,” Monica said, setting her glass down on the table. There was a bathroom in the hallway, but she went upstairs. Lord, why does she have to go near my bedroom? Downing the rest of my drink for some liquid coverage, I crept up the stairs and checked on the kids. They were all sound asleep, but a part me was hoping that at least one of them would be up. I started to nudge Jordan awake, but it would be hell trying to get them back to sleep.

  Walking past the bathroom, I was making my way to my bedroom when Monica opened the door. She had brushed her hair back down to the way it was when she first got here, and her lips looked moisturized with a fresh coat of gloss. I knew I was wrong, but I entered the bedroom anyway hoping that she would follow. She did.

  No words were needed as she entered and closed the door behind her, being sure to lock it. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as she came out of her clothes one piece at a time. The stripper at the joint I went to was damn close to being Monica, but the real thing was out of this world. She walked . . . no, more like strutted toward me like a lioness ready to eat its prey. My entire body shook as she seemingly slinked over to me, reminiscent of a cobra ready to strike. From her cranberry-colored toes to the honey-blonde-streaked tresses that covered her shoulders, she was gorgeous. And that was putting it mildly. She was a bag of dimes all balled up into one. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was coming next.

  Her body wrapped around me, and I could smell her essence when she spread her legs and straddled me. I took the liberty of spreading her lower lips and dipping my finger into her honey pot, giving it a slow stir before I brought it to my lips and sucked it clean. My eyes closed as her sweetness coated my tongue, and I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

  Lying back on the bed I rolled her off of me, and stood to come out of my clothes. My rigidness sprung free from my boxers immediately, and I ripped away at my clothes in wild abandonment, ready to dive in. First placing my wedding picture face down on the nightstand, I rolled back to get in between her thighs. Pre-cum stained the comforter as I made contact with the bed, and the pulse that flowed through my midsection had me about to lose my damn mind, but I had to taste her. I had been waiting, fantasizing, and dreaming about this moment for way too long to just let it slip away.

  Monica was still nasty just like I liked her, and I loved that she was ready to go. Opening her legs even wider, she took the liberty of spreading her lips for me causing her clit to pop out. I slurped it up greedily, plunging into her tight hole with my tongue. I dug my fingers into her juicy ass cheeks, loving the firmness of it. I had been fiending for her since her last visit, and I was in too deep to stop now.

  Our bodies were on fire as she pushed
me out of the way, and placed her body over mine in the sixty-nine position. It felt like I’d submerged my dick in lava when her mouth covered me, and I almost coated her tonsils on contact. She placed her neatly trimmed pussy on my mouth, and I ate up like it was the Last Supper. It was like we were in a damn sauna it was so hot in here, and the heat radiating from our bodies had us melting together like candle wax. Damn, she had me open again, and that was never a good thing.

  “Monica,” I moaned out in between licks, “I’m gonna bust, baby. You have to stop.”

  She ignored me as her mouth and tongue worked the underside of my length down to that little space beneath my balls, her small hands massaging my sac in the process. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to hold on, but I knew I wanted to get up in her guts before I lost it.

  I couldn’t take it anymore, and with what felt like superhuman strength I lifted her naked body up and positioned her over me in a backward riding position. She took the cue immediately and slid down on my pole, milking me with her tight walls. It was agonizingly delicious as she worked me, and I held tight to her hips just above her plump ass as I met her thrust.

  Leaning up a little, I wrapped my arm around her hips and found her clit. Using the pads of my fingers, I stroked her slowly at first, building up a rhythm as it stiffened under my touch, indicating that she was about to blow. We moaned in unison as my cream began to rise to the top as well. I knew I should probably pull out, but it felt so good I just couldn’t do it. In fact, I dug in deeper attempting to knock the bottom out of her pussy. It was so juicy and tight, and her warm body felt so good pressed against me that I felt a tear slide down the side of my face. I was glad it was dark in the room because I was in straight-up bitch mode.

  She dug her nails into my thighs as my fingertips played a wicked song across her clit and I could feel her pulsate as her walls clinched and unclenched around me. We both went into convulsions as she bore down on me and we both shot off at the same time. That shit took the life from me, and I wondered immediately if the kids had heard us. That was confirmed when a tiny knock was heard on the door. Guilt spread across both of our faces, and as we unwrapped ourselves from around one another. I slipped into my boxers and a T-shirt to answer the door.

  “Daddy, are you okay? I heard you crying,” my little Janice said as she looked up at me from the door. That definitely made me feel like shit. My baby girl mistook my moans of passion for cries of sorrow. A hot damn mess.

  “Yes, baby, Daddy is fine,” was my response as I picked up her little body and carried her back to her bed. All of the other kids were asleep, thank God.

  “Is Aunt Monica gone?” she asked as she rubbed her sleepy little eyes. This made me rethink for the hundredth time today if it was a good idea bringing her around the kids. Jasmine would have had a fit if she knew Monica was here like that around the kids. The only leg I had to stand on was that Jazz’s mom thought it was a good idea also.

  “Yes, she’s gone.”

  “Will she be back to visit before she goes to Atlanta?” she quizzed in her little tiny voice.

  “I think she will. She likes you and your brothers and sister.”

  “I like her too, Daddy.”

  Kissing her on the forehead, I tucked her back in, and before long she was asleep. When I crept out and closed the door Monica was standing at the front door in her coat with her car keys in her hand. Meeting her at the door I opened my mouth to say something, but she placed her finger up to my lips, silencing me. Leaning in, she kissed me once more then left. I locked the door behind her, this time not waiting to see if she pulled off. What did I do? Again?

  Hopping in the shower, I did my best to wash her scent off of me, but my hardness betrayed me until I stroked one last one out. This shit was dead wrong, and I felt guilty as hell. Yet, I wanted some more. This was exactly how she got me in the beginning. For now on I knew I could not have her here without another adult being around, or I would be right back to where I was back in 2004.

  Finally out of the shower, I laid my moist body across the bed, lost in her smell, which was still lingering in the air and on the bedding.

  I had a wife.

  In the hospital.

  Possibly on her deathbed.

  What did I do?

  Rolling over, I jumped a little when the phone rang. I was going to ignore it because I thought it was Monica letting me know she had gotten home. When I looked at the screen I saw that the number was from the University of Penn Hospital.

  “Hello?” I answered the phone hoping not to hear any bad news. Hell, I already felt like shit for what I did.

  “Mr. Cinque, this is Nurse Samuels calling from U of P. I just wanted you to know that your wife is awake. The doctor is on his way here.”

  “Really? When?” I asked in astonishment.

  “About an hour ago. When can you be on your way?”

  “I’ll be there within the hour.”

  Disconnecting the call, I immediately dialed up my mother-in-law to give her the news. After deciding that she would come here so that I wouldn’t have to wake the kids, I got myself dressed, and waited downstairs for her arrival. Jazz’s father was in the car, and he drove us over to the hospital. I was quiet the entire time. My wife was awake, and my mistress was back in town. What was I going to do?

  At any rate, she was up and it was showtime. Whatever was going to happen from here on out determined the tone that our lives would be revolved around. I was scared, nervous, excited, feeling crazy . . . Like a million emotions flooded my senses all at once. There was no turning back, and no time to second-guess anything. My wife was awake. I had no idea what was coming next.

  Jasmine

  A Rude Awakening

  Damn my head hurts.

  Bad.

  Like I got hit in my dome with a sledgehammer.

  I started to panic at first because I didn’t know where I was. The last thing I remembered I was careening out of control on an icy street before hitting a utility pole. I was glad that I made it because as tight as that steering wheel was pressed against my chest I knew I was a goner.

  And the kids . . . Oh my God! What happened to the kids? Did any of them get hurt or, even worse, die? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself because I knew I had no business trying to drive and text under those conditions. Lord, I just wanted to go back to sleep and rewind my life to the day before all of this mess happened. Things must be horrible because from the looks of things I’m in the hospital, and that can’t be good. I’ve probably only been out for a day or so, so I’m not going to panic, but I need answers.

  I tried to open my mouth, but an excruciating pain kept me from doing so as I grabbed my face in reflex. My jaw appeared to be wired shut. Wow. Shit must be worse than I thought. Reaching up I felt that a patch of my hair was missing from the side near my temple, and I almost couldn’t breathe. What happened? The tubes coming out of my mouth and nose, and the swishing sound from one of the machines near my bed put me on edge. Did I die?

  My moving around caused an alarm to go off and I lay as still as possible waiting for a nurse to show up. It’s not like I had that much mobility anyway considering that every inch of my body hurt like hell, and I had a million tubes running in and out of me. I tried to control my emotions, but by the time the nurse got to me I was in tears. How long was I out for, and has my family been here? What’s going on? Did anyone get in contact with James? My head was spinning and I wanted it to stop.

  “Mrs. Cinque, I’m glad you are awake,” the nurse began as she stopped the machines from beeping and began to check my vitals. “I’ll get you something to manage your pain as soon as I get all of your vital signs. You won’t be able to talk due to the wiring of your jaw, but if you need to say something I can provide you with a pen and a pad. Not sure how much you will be able to write, but I’ll do my best to help you.”

  I simply nodded as I felt her run an ink pen up the bottom of my foot, making my toes curl because I wa
s ticklish there. The blood pressure cuff began to squeeze my arm, and the compressions on my legs began to squeeze me as well. I had so many questions, but I was so sleepy I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The nurse must have given me something good because my body began to feel more relaxed, and I felt less anxious. As my eyelids got heavier I made a mental note to curse James out the first chance I got because if he wasn’t out acting a fool we wouldn’t even be here right now. I had a bone to pick with Mr. Cinque, but right now all I could do was sleep....

  Monica

  Let the Games Begin

  Wow. I can’t believe we took it there. My trip to Philly was not to disrupt anything if I didn’t have to. I came to check on my son, and things were cool with him. Why can’t I just leave? James just had to be nice to me, didn’t he? Making my way back through the city I took the time to get my thoughts together. It was definitely time for me to leave. I would see what was up with the judge, and in the meantime I would be looking for a flight out. I would just see the kids once more the day before it was time for me to go or something like that. I felt like if I didn’t roll now I would miss my opportunity, and I just didn’t feel safe here anymore.

  I paid attention to my surroundings as I drove because I didn’t know when Rico’s team would strike again. It was obvious that Carlos had a hit out on me just going by the stuff that had happened thus far, and with these goons you just never knew when one of them would run up on you. I had the information for the judge to handle whenever he got better, but I was hoping to be gone before anything serious popped off. This was just too much, and sleeping with James threw my entire thought process off. That was definitely not a good thing, and I knew it, but why was my body aching to feel him inside of me again? Shaking my head back and forth in an effort to clear the naughty visions of us from my head, I gripped the steering wheel and focused on the road ahead. I just needed to make it back to the judge’s house in one piece, and then I could lie down and think.