by Risqué
As soon as Yuri closed the front door behind her, she could tell Jeff had been waiting all day with something to say. And since she’d just walked in from work and it had been a week since she’d last heard from Britt, she wasn’t in the mood to discuss any Where has the love gone? bullshit. And she didn’t feel like staring Jeff in the face while flashbacks of sucking Britt’s dick invaded her mind; so her plan was to help him get straight to the point, so she could cuss his ass out and have all the unnecessary bullshit over with.
“I take it you ready to rumble.” She sighed and sucked her teeth. “So let me just get this poppin’. I already know I’m still fat.” She held her right hand out and counted on her fingers. “I may have lost weight, but I’m no fuckin’ Oprah, and Halle Berry is putting my biracial ass to sleep. Let’s see what else: Oh, you sick of me coming in here thinking I’m cute when you’re the one who made me. And Drae is the only one in my family who’s ever been close to being skinny, and I need to stop thinking I’m her ’cause I’m not. And if it wasn’t for Hassan, her gold-diggin’ ass wouldn’t be shit either. We just a coupla sad-ass bitches, using niggahs like you and your weird-ass boy Hassan to make it through life ’cause if it wasn’t for you I’d still be a lonely-ass, waiting on a dick to swing my way. So I better check myself before I wreck myself. Does that about sum it up? Or you got some new fucked-up shit you invented? Hit me with it now, so I can recite it tomorrow when I walk in the door.” She paused. “Oh, you have nothing to say? Then good, you can kiss my ass for even thinking that shit.” She slammed her Chloé bag and keys on the glass sofa table, causing a screeching sound. She took a deep breath and pulled her purple scrub top out of her matching uniform pants.
Jeff leaned against the couch, contemplating if now was the time to kick her ass.
“What,” she said, exasperated, “the fuck are you staring at?” Before Jeff could answer she went on, “Paleeze, just say what the fuck you gotta say.” She lit a long brown cigarette, and the thin smoke released from her lips mixed in with his. Yuri was even more disgusted that she felt forced to light a cigarette, especially when she’d lied and told Britt she’d stopped smoking, but smoking was the only relief she got from tolerating Jeff. “’Cause, I’m not gon’ stand here and figure out what the hell’s boggling yo’ mind, and my knees are too sore to be beggin’ you to speak—”
“Where are you trying to take me, Yuri? You want me to cuss you out like the ho you are? Ever since you lost weight you like a whole ’nother person. Are you fucking somebody over there at L. A. Weight Loss? Or this some bum niggah you passed on the street?”
“Whatever, Jefferson.”
“Yeah, I know.” He wiggled his neck. “‘Whatever.’”
Just the sight of a grown man wiggling his neck like a fagass around-the-way girl made Yuri laugh.
“Oh, you just jolly, huh?” Jeff said. “But tell me this: Is this new niggah fucking your mind? Because I never said you and Drae were sad-ass bitches. I said y’all was some unhappy-ass tramps. Get it straight.” Jeff took a pull off his cigar.
“Go to hell!”
“I just came back!”
“Fuck you.”
“And get infected?!” As soon as he said that, he hated he’d spat it out. Now he knew anything was bound to fly out of her mouth.
“You Uncle-Tom, low-self-esteem-havin’ niggah. Have you forgotten that your rotten-ass dick is the reason I had gonorrhea and chlamydia? Have you slipped up and forgotten that you were off fucking some eighteen-year-old-white-trailer-park-nasty-trash bitch, when you flew her to Aspen and had a skiing accident, where your black-ass balls split completely open causing you to be sterile? Have you forgotten about that five-year-old kid you have with that white bitch? The one and only child you will ever be able to make, cause yo’ stupid ass is sterile now?! Need I remind you that we were supposed to have a baby, but when it became my turn your nuts had been ravaged. You’re useless, Jeff. Get the fuck over it. It was bad enough your dick game was whack but now all you shootin’ is water. Go pay child support or some shit. Just leave me the fuck alone.”
Jeff knew she would come back hard, but this had left him damn near speechless. “Yo’ fat ass must be on drugs.”
“Oh, please, yo’ problem is you’ve kicked dirt on me and now all of a sudden you wanna be all in my chest, like a collapsed lung and shit. But if you know like I know, you’ll stop clouding my airway like you Mr. Fuckin’ Asthma.”
Jeff slid his tie from around his neck. He thought about laughing in her fuckin’ face and then slapping the shit out of her. Finally he knew he wasn’t crazy and all the thoughts running around in his head were a revelation: This bitch had lost her fuckin’ mind. Never, ever since they’d been together had she spoken to him like this, so he was convinced this new attitude was from fucking another niggah. Whispering freaky shit in her ear, playing in her hair, telling her how much he liked her and how bad he wanted to fuck her. Perhaps eating her pussy and sucking her titties like soft cream. Maybe, Jeff continued to think, the man was taller than he was, had broader shoulders, bigger feet, more money and most of all a bigger dick. Suddenly all Jeff could see was Yuri letting this new niggah have her spread-eagle.
Jeff jumped up and shook his head. Just as he decided to get to the root of this situation, Yuri shot him a snide look, headed toward the bathroom and left him standing there with lingering smoke rising from the tip of her cigarette in the ashtray.
Yuri strolled into the master bathroom, took her clothes off, stepped into the shower and closed the glass door behind her. She was sick of Jeff’s harassing her about what used to be. Couldn’t he see that yesterday had packed its shit and left?
Yuri turned on the shower radio and to her surprise Davaad Levy, the station’s DJ, was playing an evening mix of Britt’s reggae. Britt had been singing since they were in high school and had had a record deal for close to five years, but only in recent times did his music career take off and get prime-time attention. Now he was on every metropolitan station, sharing airtime with the likes of Sean Paul, Beanie Sigel, Baby Cham and Beenie Man. And no, he wasn’t exactly rich—the fame always came before the fortune—but Yuri didn’t care. At this moment, if she couldn’t have the man she wanted with her, at least she had his music.
As she lathered her body with sour-apple sugar scrub her nipples started to tingle; she wanted badly to rub her fingers across her clit and pretend that Britt was sucking it. Feeling as if someone was watching her she turned toward the glass door and saw Jeff standing in the middle of the bathroom floor. For a moment she felt her thoughts were fully exposed. “Jeff…” she said, but no words came behind speaking his name. She could see his eyes roaming all over her as he remembered how much he loved to stare at her naked body. How her breasts sat upon her chest like full moons with the blackest and prettiest nipples he’d ever seen. And the light covering of neatly trimmed hair on her pussy always turned him on.
As Jeff stared, he did his best not to lick his lips, but instead willed himself to remember the faceless new niggah he’d envisioned having his wife spread-eagle.
With Britt’s music continuing to serenade them, Jeff swung the glass door open with such force that the wall it was connected to shook and the glass made a howling sound as it appeared to shiver. He stepped into the shower, and the water falling over his body reminded Yuri of a storm in the Trinidadian Trace.
“You think I’m stupid?!” Jeff asked as he grabbed Yuri’s face. His fingers were pressed so deeply into her cheeks she could feel his tips against her teeth.
“Are you crazy?” she asked him, not knowing if this was the part where she should scream or ask him to leave. “This ain’t no new version of Psycho. What are you doing?” She did her best to remove his hands from her face.
“What…the fuck…is yo’ problem?” he asked her as the water drenched his clothes.
“Jeff, go away,” Yuri said, beginning to feel frightened. Seeing that getting him to remove his hands was a losing bat
tle, she said, “You’re hurting me.”
Jeff stared at her for a minute longer before he took his hands away from her face. The overhead shower, which was controlled by the motion of their bodies, followed their movement as Jeff pushed her into the corner of the stall. His starched-white shirt clung like a layer of skin to him as he placed his arms above her head.
“Oh, I know you ain’t scared,” he said as he studied her eyes. “You had more balls than me a few minutes ago! Yo’ mouth was runnin’ like a motherfucker when you walked in the door. Kick that shit while I’m breathing in your face. I’m listening. Now what you say?”
“Go ’head, Jeff.”
“Naw, fuck ‘Go ’head, Jeff.’ Say it now. Or are thoughts of this new niggah pressin’ that hard on your mind?” he said, mushing his index finger into her forehead. Jeff took his left hand and grabbed Yuri by the back of her neck, causing her head to jerk back. Slowly he pressed behind her ears with his thumb and index finger and whispered, “How long this niggah been fuckin’ you?”
Caught off guard, Yuri stood speechless. She started to get a painful crick in her neck as Jeff’s grip became tighter. Tears filled her eyes, but she was determined not to cry.
“You know I been peeping this whole shit, right?” Jeff’s deep voice seemed to echo as he took his free hand and ran his fingers through her hair. Her usually bouncy curls were now flat from the rising steam.
Yuri licked her plush lips and stared at him as if to say Please. Realizing fear was starting to enslave her, she screamed, “Jeff, stop it!” She pushed him. “Get off me!”
“No!” He pressed his chest farther into her breasts, pushing her deeper into the corner. “For the past six months you been switching yo’ ass around here, ignoring me like I wasn’t shit! You stopped talking to me, you stopped fucking me, and the next thing I know you playin’ me. And the only thing I can see that would have you losing your fuckin’ mind on me is a new niggah!”
“Jeff—”
“Don’t fuckin’ ‘Jeff’ me. See, Yuri, you got this Armani suit and tie fucked up. I will kill yo’ ass before I let you cheat on me. So tell me, while you still got a chance, and don’t lie, tell me now so I can think about what I wanna do with you. Are you fuckin’ another niggah?”
“Jeff—” She did her best to twist her neck out of his grip. “Stop it! Let me go!”
“Why do you keep asking me the same shit? I said no. Now, are you giving this niggah my pussy?” He brushed his free hand across her pussy lips, parting them with his fingers. “Tell me, does he use one finger or two? Or, better yet, his whole fist?” He took four of his fingers and slid them into her slit, while having his thumb massage her clit.
Yuri was scared yet unable to stop the sensations running through her body. She didn’t know if Jeff’s fingers fucking her turned her on as much as his aggressiveness did.
Instead of fighting him and making him get off, she gave in to the feeling running through her pussy like a pulse. Her neck began to cramp, so she did her best to make her head comfortable in his hands. She could feel her abdomen begin to contract as the nut’s rush greeted the anxious butterflies grooving in her stomach. She knew it was only a moment before the eyes of her pussy dripped tears on his hand.
“See the problem is,” he whispered, as her cum began to thicken between his fingers, “that my dick is so hard I could fuck the shit outta you right now. But fucking you won’t save your life. I could fuck you and wanna kill you all at the same time.” Jeff rubbed his pasty hand in admiration across her hard nipples. He couldn’t stand her naked body pressed against his any longer, so he released his grip on her neck and started kissing her from the sides of her face to her pussy lips. She loved the feeling of her clit being pulled between his teeth. If Jeff could do nothing else, he was a master at giving head. Once she came again, Jeff undid his pants, held his hard dick in his hand, and slid it in.
“Ohhhh…” she moaned as he stroked her. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
His strokes became more intense with every word he spoke, “Does he…fuck you…like this?”
Yuri did all she could not to say yes, so instead she wrapped her hands around Jeff’s neck and moaned.
“What the fuck you moaning for?” Jeff asked her, as he pushed his dick in as far as it would go. “I wanna know, does that niggah fuck you like this?”
She didn’t answer.
“What, you scared to say yes?” Unwrapping her legs from his waist, but never once letting his dick fall out, he placed her feet on the floor of the shower’s stall. “Turn around….” he demanded while doing his best to fight off her new man’s face creeping into his mind.
He spread her ass cheeks and made her bend down. “You fuckin’ that niggah in my position?!” Jeff slid his dick into the back wall of her pussy. The water sprayed their bodies like a waterfall as Jeff fucked her as hard as he could. “Is this what I gotta do”—he smacked her on the ass—“to make you fuckin’ respect me?!”
Yuri closed her eyes and focused on the radio’s master mix of Britt’s music, which continued to fill the enclosed shower. Envisioning Britt’s dick, Yuri worked her hips with as much muscle as she could. She felt as if she owed Jeff this nut; and if listening to Britt sing and imagining Britt was making love to her was the only way she could give it to him, then she had to do what she had to do. And that’s when it clicked: She needed to make sure that it wasn’t Britt’s dick that made her forget how much she owed Jeff. And she owed him because he’d loved her all these years. And he took care of her, and like her mother and Drae always said, a good man was hard to come by. So, as she felt him begin to shudder, she opened her eyes and made herself realize he wasn’t Britt. And when Britt returned from his trip she would lay all the shit on the line, so he could decide if he wanted them to be together or if she needed to return to her original position of being Mrs. Jefferson McMillan.
Drae
As Hassan held a burning candle above Drae’s perfectly shaped D-cup breasts and dripped hot wax over her hard ebony nipples and between her cleavage, she did her best to push Yuri’s comment out of her mind.
The triple-X pornos that played on the sixty-inch, high-definition projection screen illuminated the otherwise dark media room they were fucking in. For once, it was just the two of them. Drae was excited because she missed being exclusively with her husband. However, Hassan prayed he could get his nut off before the party. He knew achieving this nut would be extremely difficult because there was no one else in the room he could watch fuck and fondle Drae. After all, that was what he loved most about sex; more than the smell or the taste, was the look of somebody else’s dick being smothered by vanilla cream.
Drae winced, even though she loved to feel the pain as she held her titties together and Hassan dripped wax on them; it sent unexplainable chills through her body and made her cunt stretch toward its pinnacle. She started to pant and hoped Hassan caught the hint: She needed his dick to start hittin’ it. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked her in her pussy.
She let her titties go and opened her legs wide. Pinching her clit she said, “You’re welcome to get up in this.”
“After I put the dildo in.” Hassan took Drae’s finger off her clit and sucked it. Then he placed the candle down, grabbed the butterfly dildo from the end table and slowly pushed it into Drae’s pussy. He loved the gasping sound she made every time a dildo or a dick opened her up. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Now let me watch it.” Hassan watched Drae fuck herself with the dildo while he continued to drip hot wax all over her. The mixture of pain and pleasure drove her insane and, although the feeling was better than she imagined, she still wanted to feel her husband’s dick. As she went to inquire about his plans to officially fuck her, he blew out the candle.
Hassan walked over and stood behind Drae’s head, which lay on the arm of the onyx lambskin sectional. He opened his legs, slid his hard dick into her mouth, and fixed his eye
s on the porno, which had gone from two heterosexual couples to three gay men.
She couldn’t believe it; and it wasn’t the homosexual porno that bothered her as much as Hassan preferring brain over fucking her in her pussy. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d unloaded inside her. Last she remembered he’d tossed her salad and shot off in her ass.
Suddenly Drae wanted Hassan’s sweaty balls out of her mouth. She took her tongue and pushed his dick on the side of her teeth, hoping a good jawbreaker would get him to hurry and cum.
Hassan moaned as he continued to watch the porno, where the male couples lay circular on the floor and began to suck one another’s dicks. As the porno seemed to get even more intense, Hassan grabbed Drae’s titties and shot off down her throat.
Drae started to gag as most of his cum slid out the sides of her mouth.
“Damn, baby,” Hassan snickered. “You can’t handle that?” He helped her to sit up and looked at the clock located in the corner of the projection screen; it was six-thirty P.M. “We gotta get ready for my party.” He flicked the porno off. “Honey, did you get my black dress pants out the cleaners?”
“And what goddamn soap opera do you think this is? All My Pornos? Niggah, please.”
“Oh, you too good to pick up a pair of pants for me?”