The Aftermath

by Anna J.

  All I knew was that I needed to get my home back in order, and I needed to do so as smoothly as possible. The transition wouldn’t be pretty, but I was more than willing to take the risk. I couldn’t breathe without my babies, and I needed to hold my wife in my arms. If I got another chance I swore I’d make it right, but for now I figured I’d start by purchasing a new kitchen table because that would be one less thing she had to deal with if she came back home. I didn’t even feel right eating meals there myself, so how could I expect her and my kids to?

  Yeah, I wanted to do right by my wife and the new kitchen table would be a small start. But I knew that if I really wanted to do right I would have to do a complete 180 when it came to the way I thought about sex. I mean, sex sort of dominated my mind and my life. To me it was like everything I saw in certain porno movies I felt like I had to live it out. But it was just something about the threesome thing that really just had a vice on me. I craved it and I needed it like a crackhead needs crack.

  While Jasmine and the babies were at her brother’s house, I knew that that was the time I had to use to just focus and get myself right, but at the same time I sort of felt the freedom of a bachelor. And that freedom was something I hadn’t felt in a long, long, long, time.

  I knew I had been wrong by letting myself get too wrapped up with Monica from an emotional standpoint and I would never make that mistake again.

  With my newfound freedom I decided to take one more stab at the threesome thing just so I could finally get it out of my system.

  I had met some bangin’ strippers who worked at The Cat House. The Cat House strip club was a spot I had began to visit just about every night since Jasmine and I were apart. And while I was always respectful to the different dancers I met at the club, I was also always upfront and very candid with them as well when I would proposition them for sex.

  Like I said, I had learned from the Monica episode, so with the strippers I met, my approach and MO was always the same; cash for that ass. I wasn’t interested in any emotional connection or involvement. The strippers had what I wanted in the form of ass, and I had what they wanted in the form of cash.

  And it wasn’t long after I began visiting The Cat House that I had found more than a few ready and willing sexual participants who had agreed to hook up with me at my house to make the exchange of cash for sex.

  There were two chicks in particular who I’d arranged to meet at my house. One was a black chick named Desire and the other one was a Spanish chick named Ina. Both were into the girl on girl thing, which for me was a must.

  Earlier in the week I already had it set up for Ina and Desire to meet me at the crib at eight o’clock. I was showered and smelling fresh in a silk robe with nothing under it. They arrived right on time, and we didn’t waste any precious minutes making small talk. They were there to get paid and laid, and then they could move on.

  Once we entered the bedroom, Desire removed my robe and instructed me to lie on the bed. I did as I was told, and tried to control the smile spreading across my face as the two women danced and grinded on each other in front of me.

  Ina was the color of hot cocoa, and Desire was the color of cocoa when wet. They looked delicious together. Where Ina had a nice round ass that most women of Spanish descent were known for, Desire was blessed with the most beautiful set of breasts, with nipples that looked like they were dipped in dark chocolate. My man stood at attention just thinking about the possibilities.

  As the music played the women kissed and touched each other, and I watched through eyes at half mast with my right hand working my strength. Ina came and laid down on her back between my legs with half her body hanging off the bed. Desire mounted her so her pussy sat right on Ina’s mouth, and she rode her tongue while she swallowed me whole. The rhythmic motion of her head bobbing up and down, and the feel of her mouth as she blew down on my dick and clamped her jaws tight on the way up made me come all in her mouth, and she sucked me back into an erection in no time.

  Desire’s body shook with release shortly after mine, and Ina moved from under her to a position behind, spreading her ass cheeks and making her face disappear from my view as she tongue fucked Desire in the ass. I just sat back and let them work for their money.

  Switching positions, Ina got up from behind Desire, and after sliding a mango colored condom on me, in an anal entry she began riding me while Desire got comfortable between her legs. She switched from eating Ina to juggling my balls in her mouth. The grip Ina’s ass had on me was beyond words, and soon after, I busted my second nut of the night.

  Ina removed the condom and tossed it in a small bag they placed on the dresser. The idea was for them to never leave any evidence behind, so they took everything with them when they left. Used condoms and all.

  Desire put another condom on me after working me up into the ready position. She rode me and Ina sat on my face. The two women fed from each others’ breasts until we all exploded in a simultaneous climax. That shit was off the damn chain.

  I allowed the ladies to clean up and we had a little more fun in the shower before they had to go. As promised, I paid their fee for the night in cash, and saw them to the door. I waited until they were in their car before I locked up and turned in for the night. The last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep was the night time newscaster from T.U.N.N. telling viewers to get ready for the nine day forecast. If what just went down didn’t get a threesome out of my system, I didn’t know what would.

  Monica L. Tyler

  What had I become? I just knew I had everything on lock, but somehow I messed up along the way. I was supposed to be a part of a happy family. Jasmine, her children, and I were supposed to be filling the space under my roof. I had succeeded in getting pregnant, so James was no longer an issue. For the life of me I just couldn’t put my finger on where I had messed up.

  And that damn Sheila! Lord knew I didn’t want to talk about her. She said her plan was foolproof. Why in the hell did I listen to her? I mean, what woman wouldn’t be mad if she walked into a threesome on her kitchen table? I was surprised Jasmine didn’t cut us all up into little pieces. I honestly think the only thing that saved us were the kids being in the house.

  I wanted to call James to see if he had a number for Jasmine, but I knew he wouldn’t cooperate. I had to find a way to get around things and get back into his good graces. Maybe now that Jasmine wasn’t an issue, he and I could hook up. Shit, who was I kidding? That man wanted me dead and his unborn child with me. If only I could just get him to listen to reason . . .

  I had a doctor’s appointment the following Monday, and I was hoping she’d tell me something good. I’ve tried carrying before, and it didn’t work out, so I was hoping this pregnancy would be followed all the way through and the baby would be born healthy. I was also wondering if she could tell me about the nightmares I’d been having. I thought all of that had stopped once I got out of my uncle’s hellhole, which was cleverly disguised as a house. My head pounded just thinking about it, and I couldn’t even take anything because I was knocked up.

  Well, one thing I could say was that I’d never been a quitter. I hoped if I could just talk to Jasmine she’d see things my way. As I looked at myself through my mirror, I hoped what I saw was still appealing to her.

  I would wonder about Jasmine on a daily basis and although I wasn’t physically with her, that didn’t stop me from being connected to Jasmine and being with her in my mind. In fact, on almost a nightly basis I would masturbate while fantasizing about being with Jasmine.

  My routine and my fantasy was pretty predictable. Each night I would begin by lighting my candle and placing my favorite song, “Reunion,” on repeat before making myself comfortable in my bed. “Reunion” was the first song I heard as I watched Jasmine and James dance on the night we met. The very night I fell in love with her.

  I started out with my little silver bullet like always. I lifted my legs up and back so that my knees touched my ears, and my pelvis pointe
d towards the ceiling. In a slow circle, I started with the vibrating tool on low and traced my erect clit in small circles. The closer I got to my orgasm the more I increased the speed of the bullet, every so often dipping it into the puddle of juice that was quickly collecting at my opening. By the time I reached my climax my body would be shaking from the currents of pleasure running through my body.

  I would imagine my tongue was Jasmine’s as I placed my nipples into my mouth and fingered my clit until the shaking subsided enough for me to grab Hector, my ten-inch, hot pink dildo from the table. I always started out with slow strokes so I could tighten my pussy muscles around the shaft, making it almost difficult to pull it out. I would close my eyes, picture Jasmine’s naked body in my mind, and start fucking myself harder and faster pretending I was doing it to Jazz until I squirted my love juice all over my sheets.

  To finish it off I grabbed the Jackrabbit, a beaded vibrator that had a rotating head and beads that jumped around on the inside, causing all kinds of havoc. On the outside the little bunny ears rested on your clit, and once turned on, they squeezed and vibrated on your clit in conjunction with the inside action, causing my damn head to spin.

  By the end of the night I was thoroughly fucked, but missing Jazz even more. I knew I couldn’t have her to myself, but if I could just get her one last time . . .

  Jasmine

  Taking Baby Steps

  “Mommy! Mommy!” my four-year-old twins screamed at me in unison while shaking my sleeping body. It felt like I had just fallen asleep, my eyes dry as a bone from all the tears I’d shed. It’d been about three-and-a-half months since the catastrophe at my house, and I still couldn’t seem to get it together.

  “Don’t y’all see Mommy is trying to sleep?” I asked as I reluctantly opened my eyes to acknowledge them. My daughter gave her brother an “I told you so” look as she brushed her long braids away from her face.

  “Mommy, are we going to see Daddy today?” my son asked, oblivious to the stares both his sister and I were giving him. I felt so bad because they had been asking me that same question every day since we came to my brother Dave’s house.

  It was killing me on the inside because they were too young to understand. It wasn’t that I was keeping them away from James, but if I saw him at that time I may have ended up behind bars. Although he could have called to check on them himself, he made no moves to see about their well-being, and that pissed me off. For the first three weeks he called every day, pleading with my brother to get me on the phone. My brother said he was going to stay out of it, but I knew he wanted to go hurt James for the pain he had caused his little sister.

  “Let Mommy get herself together, and I’ll let you know in a bit, OK?” I said to them as I swung my legs around to the side of the bed so I could get up. I’d been feeling nauseous all week and the light-headedness was a bit much. I didn’t even want to entertain the thought of being pregnant again. Not then anyway.

  “OK, Mommy,” my twins said in unison before kissing me on my cheeks and walking away.

  I sat there on the side of the bed for a second trying to figure out my approach. I wasn’t ready to see James yet, but our kids were having a hard time dealing with the separation. Well, Jalil was. Jaden just seemed to go with the flow. She was the stronger one. I contemplated what I would say as I reached over and picked up the receiver. Dialing the number was painful as I thought about what had happened under that roof, but I had to do it for my children. I slowed my breathing as my heart pumped at top speed in my chest. I maintained my cool when I heard his voice. James answered on the third ring.

  “Hello?” James’s voice sounded a millions miles away to my ears. The man I loved with all of my heart and soul, the man who had hurt me the most.

  “Hey, James, it’s me,” I said into the receiver. I could hear his breathing quicken at the surprise of hearing me through the other line.

  “Jasmine, baby, I’m so sorry,” he began, his voice sounding like he was holding back tears. I was struggling with my own tears as I finished with the call, making it as quick as possible.

  “I was calling to see what you were doing this afternoon. The kids have been asking for you a lot. Maybe we can stop by.” I kept it cool although I wanted to curse his ass out for doing me the way he did.

  “Sure, please do. I miss all of you so much. Can we talk when you get here, please?”

  “Only if we’re talking about the kids, James. I’m not ready to relive that horror right now.”

  “Jazz, please don’t be like this. I made a mistake, baby. Just give me a chance to redeem myself, please,” James begged from the other end of the phone connection. He started sounding hysterical and a part of me really didn’t give a damn. I wanted him to suffer. We definitely needed to talk, but I was not in the mood.

  “James, right now I just want to bring the kids by to see you. We can talk when they’re not around. Now is not the time.”

  “Jazz, listen to me. I want you to bring the kids, but is it possible you can get your brother to watch them tonight? Jazz, please, I can’t live like this anymore.”

  “You should have thought about that when . . .” I couldn’t even finish the thought. Pointing the finger at him would be pointing three back at me. I had to admit that I fell for Monica’s bullshit, but I wasn’t ready to take the blame yet. We had both messed up, but he got caught.

  “Jazz, please just think about it. You can bring the kids now if you want, but I need you to come back tonight. I’m begging you, please give us a chance at starting over. I can’t breathe without you and my kids.”

  “James,” I began, letting out a long sigh in an attempt to keep my tears in check. We did need to air out our dirty laundry, so why was I procrastinating? “I’ll be there in about an hour. I have to get the kids washed and dressed, OK?”

  “Can we talk tonight, Jazz? Please?”

  “I’ll be there in an hour, James.” I hung up before he could say anything else.

  This was going to kill me, but I had to face him. I missed him so much and I didn’t want our kids to suffer because of our problems, but I couldn’t seem to get up the nerve to make things right. He had hurt me terribly. As I pulled out clothes for us to wear, thoughts ran through my head a mile a minute. There was so much I wanted to discuss, and I contemplated leaving the kids so we could say what we had to say, but I knew they wouldn’t let me leave the house without having a fit.

  I washed myself, then them, and got all of us ready. We piled into the jeep, leaving a note for my brother on the fridge. Making the trek across town from Mount Airy to Wyncote felt a lot longer than the half hour it was. The block seemed a mile longer than it did when I was under that roof. I blasted my Tupac CD all the way to the front door, keeping my head up just as the rapper suggested.

  Before I was even out the car, James was out the house and unbuckling Jaden from her car seat. I avoided eye contact as I un-strapped Jalil and placed him on the ground so he could give his Daddy a hug. James looked like he was close to tears as he hugged our kids close to him, their little arms barely fitting around his neck. I stood back, taking in the scene and wondered why our family couldn’t always be as perfect as it seemed at that moment.

  We finally made eye contact, but I looked away first, keeping my tears in check as I walked around him and went into the house. As soon as I stepped in, it felt like all the oxygen had left the room as flashes of that night raced through my mind. I could still smell the food I purchased that night. Shaking off the dreary feeling, I removed my jacket, then turned to remove Jaden’s. Jalil was already out of his and back in James’s arms.

  I wanted to have a seat, but I felt restless. I wanted to jump on his damn neck and bash his head in for being stupid enough to get caught. I too was guilty of playing on Monica’s field, but damn. Why did it have to end this way? I knew she wanted me for herself, and at one point in time I was considering it, but in reality there was no way possible I would have left James to be with her. I’d
been loving him for too long.

  Before I had a chance to sit, James pulled me into the kitchen. That was the last place I wanted to be. That bitch was parked on my kitchen table like she had a right to be there. This meeting was going way too fast, and I was ready to take my kids and make a hasty retreat. Entering the kitchen I was pleasantly surprised to see that the table had been replaced. In its place was another set that was a lot more expensive than the one I ended up purchasing. Ten cool points for James for making this a little easier. This gesture didn’t make me forget the events that happened here, but at least we didn’t have to endure the pain of dining on the same set that they used to have their freak fest. But at the same time I knew that I was one to talk because I had fucked two guys right upstairs in our bedroom. But, hey, at least I was smart enough to not get caught!

  There was a spread fit to feed ten people. Our feast was set up as if we were at a picnic. All of us took our normal seats while James served us before taking his food. I didn’t want to look at him, but I did notice he was looking mighty tasty in his crisp, white wife-beater and button-down shirt. His body looked more buff in his jeans, making my panties wet just thinking about the power underneath. He sported a fresh cut, his goatee and side burns lined perfectly. The smell of his Cool Water cologne was driving me crazy, but I chilled. It wasn’t that kind of party.

  We ate in silence . . . well, I did. James kept up a lively conversation with the kids as they gave him blow by blow of the weeks spent at their uncle’s house. I sat in silence and let him have his time with them. Every time I looked up I could feel his eyes on me, but I pretended it didn’t bother me. He wanted to see his kids, and I had granted him his request. I didn’t want it to be said that I was trying to keep them away from him.