My Husband's Mistress 2

by Racquel Williams

  “OK, I’ll see you then.” I hurriedly hung up the phone.

  My pussy was thumping, but I tried my best to ignore it. There’s no way I was going to fuck him on the first night. I learned that from messing with Hassan. I wasn’t in any rush to get fucked, not after all that I’ve been through. The next time around, I’d be more careful, and I wouldn’t be so desperate for love. Sometimes, I wondered had I taken it slower with Hassan, would I have seen him for the snake he was.

  I caught myself drifting into misery every time I thought about happy times. I always managed to end up thinking about him and how badly he did me. I needed to let go of him and all the bad things he did to me. However, it was hard because of the scars that he left on me. The thought of having herpes invaded my mind. How could I date someone when I was infected with a disease that couldn’t be cured? How do I tell my next partner that my pussy is infected, and he can’t suck on my clit because he might catch that shit in his mouth?

  I picked up my phone because my first thought was to call Mr. Spencer and cancel our date, but I changed my mind. It wasn’t like we were fucking. It was only a dinner date, I reminded myself.

  * * *

  I was up bright and early. After Amaiya went to school, I decided to run to the Galleria out in White Plains. I hadn’t been out on a date in over fifteen years, and I wanted to look my best. I walked into Macy’s, which was my favorite store. I knew I could find something sexy and comfortable there. After looking around, I decided on a nice pair of Levi’s jeans and a nice top that showed a little cleavage. I had no idea where we were going, so I didn’t want to overdress. This outfit was perfect for whatever setting he chose.

  After I left the mall, I decided to stop at my hairdresser on Gramatan. It had been awhile since I’d sat in a chair at a salon. I wanted a touch of color. I was tired of looking like plain Jane and wanted to spice my look up a little bit. I also got my nails and feet done. I had to admit, I looked damn good when I was finished.

  After dropping off Amaiya at Mama’s house, I headed home to get dressed. I felt nervous and excited, all in one. I thought about calling him to cancel but quickly abandoned that thought. This man had helped when I needed him. The least I could do was show a little bit of gratitude. I texted him the address and got dressed.

  Along with the outfit I bought, I put on a pair of Michael Kors heels. There was something about heels that made a woman sexier and enticing. I looked myself over in the mirror and smiled. Tonight, I looked and felt like a million bucks. I cut the light off and sashayed downstairs.

  It was seven forty-five on the dot when my doorbell rang. I glanced at the time. I love a man that knows the time, I thought before I opened the door.

  * * *

  “You smell good. What are you wearing?” he asked, showing all twenty-four of his pearly whites.

  “Uh, umm, it’s Dior J’adore, and thank you,” I stuttered.

  “Let me get that for you,” he demanded as he opened the door for me.

  I wasn’t sure if this was him just putting on for me, but he was giving me the royal treatment.

  I sat comfortably in my seat as he drove and listened to the sweet melody of Luther Vandross singing “Always and Forever.” The mood was right as I closed my eyes, dreaming of an always and forever kind of love.

  He took me to an Italian restaurant on Boston Road in Portchester. The restaurant was elegant, and the service was on point. I could tell by the patrons that it catered to the upper class. The lights were dim, while smooth jazz played in the background. I sat across from Spencer as he stared into my eyes.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “No, ma’am. I’m just taking in your beauty.”

  “Really?” I smiled at him. I wasn’t sure what I should say.

  The waitress walked up to us and took our orders. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, so I got Pollo Sorpresa, which included crusted chicken breast sautéed in white wine with pounded Parmesan cheese, and asparagus with lemon sauce. I wasn’t big on Italian dishes, but I didn’t want to seem like I was picky. There was total silence as we ate. I would do anything to find out what he was thinking. After we finished eating, he paid, and we left.

  On the way back from dinner, we chitchatted but about nothing too serious. My body was screaming at me each time he opened his mouth. I swear, he should be on somebody’s record singing.

  He pulled up to my house a little after 11:00 p.m., but I wasn’t ready for the night to end. I was enjoying his presence and his positive attitude.

  “Well, thanks for gracing me with your presence, lady.”

  “This is so not like me, but do you want to come in for a little while? Amaiya is at my mom’s.”

  “Are you sure? Where’s your husband?” I sensed the uneasiness in his voice.

  “Don’t worry. This is my house, and that bastard is in jail.”

  “All right, I’ll come in for a few. Please tell me you have some gin,” he joked.

  “No, I don’t have gin, but I do have red wine.”

  I opened the door, and we walked in. I made sure I locked the door behind me and walked into the living room, with him in pursuit.

  He sat down while I walked into the kitchen to pour our drinks.

  “Here you go,” I said as I handed him the glass.

  “Thank you. This is a beautiful home you have here.”

  “Hmm, yes, I guess so. It used to be my home, but it seems more like a prison these days. After the divorce, I think I’m going to sell it and buy something smaller for Amaiya and me.”

  “Really? Where do you plan on moving to?”

  “Not sure. I really don’t want to go far from Mama. She’s getting older, and I need to be around, you know.”

  “I understand that. Sometimes, I wish I had my mother around.” He took a sip of his wine.

  “What happened to her?”

  “She died a few years ago from ovarian cancer. I swear that lady was everything to me,” he said before taking a big gulp.

  “I’m sorry to hear that. Well, I’m sure she’s smiling down on her baby boy.”

  “Yea, I hope I’m making her proud. Anyway, it’s no secret that I’m digging you.”

  “Are you? I hadn’t noticed,” I joked.

  “Well, let me cut to the chase then. From the moment you walked into my office, I wanted to ask you out. However, it wasn’t the appropriate time. I tried to get you out of my mind, but there’s just something about you that grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.”

  “So tell me, Spencer, do you always date your clients?”

  “No, not always, but then again, I don’t get too many sexy, brilliant, and sassy women in my office.”

  “Ha-ha, good one.”

  “I’m dead ass, though. You are a beautiful woman, Destiny.”

  “You know I had a rough marriage, and, truthfully, I don’t think that I’m ready to date so soon.”

  “No rush, but I would love the chance to show you how a queen should be treated.”

  His words sent chills up my spine as he took my hands into his and stared into my eyes.

  “I know you’ve been through hell, but don’t let one bad apple mess it up for the rest of us.”

  Before I could respond, he put his hand over my lips. “Shh...” He leaned in and kissed me. I wanted to pull away, but my heart wouldn’t let me, so I started to kiss him back.

  “So, this is the nigga you fucking now, huh?” Hassan’s voice startled me.

  Spencer jumped up, and I stood up beside him.

  “What are you doing here? I told your ass I want you out of my shit.”

  “Fuck you, bitch. So, nigga, what the fuck are you doing here in my house?”

  “The lady of the house invited me in.”

  “Nah, fuck that. This is my motherfucking house, and you, my nigga, is trespassing.” He stepped toward Spencer.

  “Yo, bro, be easy. I ’ont want no trouble. As a matter of fact, I was just leaving.”

  “Nah, n
igga, fuck that. Ain’t nobody leaving ’til I find out what I want to know.”

  “Hassan, you need to grow the fuck up. This is my house, and I invited him here. So, if you have a motherfucking problem, you need to address me,” I said as I stepped toward him.

  “Ha-ha. I see you a weak-ass nigga that hides behind a bitch,” Hassan spat with venom in his voice.

  In a split second, Spencer punched him in the jaw. Blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

  “Nah, nigga, you done fucked up. Do you know who I am? I’m Hassan, the attorney,” he said as he wiped the blood away.

  He lunged toward Spencer, but Spencer backed up and pulled out a Colt .45 gun.

  “Like I said, I was leaving. Now get out of my motherfucking way before I splatter your membranes all over this carpet.” Spencer aimed the weapon at Hassan’s head.

  “Nigga, fuck you and take this bitch with you.”

  “That may not be a bad idea. Destiny, go ahead and grab a few items so we can go.”

  “Fuck you, you stupid bitch. That’s why you ain’t bond me out. You was too busy sucking this nigga’s dick.”

  I was going to answer him, but instead, I shook my head and walked off. On my way up the stairs, I whispered a prayer to God. I didn’t want Spencer to kill this fool. I might hate him, but he’s my daughter’s father, and I had no idea how I would explain this to her.

  I grabbed a night bag and stuffed a few pieces of clothing inside. Then I hurried back downstairs. I walked past Hassan, who was still mumbling shit about who he was going to kill.

  “Bitch, you’re dead to me, you hear me? And let your little boyfriend know, the next time he shows his face ’round here, he’ll be dead,” he yelled after me.

  I turned around, took a few steps toward him, and then spoke. “Don’t you wait up for me, honey. I’ll be fucking and sucking on his cock tonight, and I’m pretty sure he will be sucking the life out of my clit.” I winked at him and walked through the door with Spencer behind me with his gun still in his hand.

  Chapter Six

  Hassan Clarke

  I was happy to be out of that dungeon. I swear I had no idea that Rikers Island was that terrible. Leon was there to pick me up to take me to the office. I called Tanya to pick me up from the office, hoping she wasn’t still upset about that baby situation.

  “Hey, babe,” I said as I sat on the passenger’s side.

  “Don’t, ‘Hey, babe,’ me. Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop for days but got no answer.”

  “Man, I was in jail.”

  “Lol. You’re too fucking funny. Of all the lies you could come up with, you chose this one. You know what, Hassan? I’m tired of your bullshit. Neither my baby nor I deserve this shit.”

  “Baby? So, you’re keeping it?”

  “My child is not an ‘it,’ and, yes, I am having my baby. I just told my mom and dad that I was pregnant, and they are so happy. This will be their first grandchild.”

  So, this bitch has completely lost her mind. I thought I made myself clear the last time that we were together that I don’t want any more children—and definitely not from a white bitch.

  I was tired, and I needed a shower. I tried to tune this bitch out, but she just kept on talking about a fucking baby.

  “Listen, Tanya, do what the hell you want to do. I don’t want no more children. Shit, I don’t want the one I got now. All y’all bitches getting on my nerves with this baby shit. Y’all just want to trap a nigga, fo’real.”

  “You know, you don’t have to be so cruel toward your child and me. I’ve always been good to you. Shit, I stuck with you through everything.” She started to cry.

  Oh, man. Here we go. Why do I always end up with these emotional-ass bitches? I thought.

  I breathed a sigh of relief when she pulled up at the house. I didn’t hesitate to jump out of her Jeep. I sped up the driveway but stopped in my tracks. A late-model Mercedes-Benz was parked at the foot of the driveway. I looked around but didn’t see the owner, so there was only one explanation. I slowly put my key in the hole and turned the lock, careful not to make any noise. Then I tiptoed inside and saw the living room light was on. I walked toward the living room... and that’s when I saw that whore sticking her tongue down some nigga’s throat. I wanted to rush over there and beat that nigga and that bitch’s ass for disrespecting me like that. This was my motherfucking house. How bold was that bitch to bring that bitch-ass nigga into our home?

  I interrupted them by addressing that ho. You should’ve seen her face. I saw the fear in her eyes, and that alone gave me satisfaction. The bitch-ass nigga was a different story, however. The nigga signed his death warrant when he punched me in the motherfucking face. I could’ve fought him, but the only thing that saved him was that pistol. See, I knew it was time to get me a gun because he was the second nigga to pull a gun on me and didn’t use it. I made a mental note that we would meet again, and the next time wouldn’t turn out good for that bitch-ass nigga.

  After that ho and the nigga left, I took a shower. I was feeling horny as fuck. I wanted some pussy. After all, that was the first thing niggas want when they’re released from jail. Who should I call? I thought. Tanya popped up in my head, but, fuck, we got into it earlier. But that didn’t stop me from calling her phone.

  “Hello,” she answered angrily.

  “Damn, babe, can you please stop being so angry with me?”

  “What do you want, Hassan?”

  “I want you, babe. I want to apologize to you for the way I treated you earlier.”

  “Whatever.”

  “C’mon, you know I don’t like it when you act like these ghetto bitches. The Tanya I know has class.”

  “You make me act like this. I don’t like the way you started treating me after I told you I was pregnant.”

  “C’mon, babe, let me make it up to you,” I pleaded.

  “All right, but if you continue treating me like shit, I won’t have no choice but to leave you alone.”

  That was music to my ears. That was my cue that she was no longer pissed off at me.

  “Well, you can please come to see me. I want to suck on that pussy to show you how much I care for you.”

  “Hmm. Sounds interesting, but my stomach hurts, so you can’t go all the way in. Where are you?”

  “I’m at home, where you dropped me off.”

  “Oh, hell no. I’m not going over there. I don’t want no problems with yo’ wife.”

  “Tanya, grow a backbone; plus, she’s not home. She went out with her boyfriend.”

  “All right, if you say so. I’m telling you I don’t want no drama around me. I don’t want to lose my baby.”

  About an hour later, Tanya pulled up in the driveway. I opened the door for her. Without hesitation, I picked her up and carried her upstairs into our bedroom. I laid her on her back and pulled her pants and drawers off. Then I dived into her pussy, sucking on that clit like I was starving. The aroma from her pussy juice sent me into a frenzy. I stuck my tongue deep into her sweet pussy as she moaned and groaned.

  “Oh, daddy, give the dick to me,” she begged.

  “Relax, babe.”

  I used my teeth to nibble on her pussy, while I stuck my fingers inside.

  “Daddy, please, fuck meeee,” she cried as she exploded in my mouth.

  I used my tongue to lick up her juices. Then I lay on my back.

  “C’mon, baby, ride daddy’s dick.”

  She got on top of me and straddled the dick. That’s the beautiful thing about Tanya. She knew how to take the dick like a pro. I knew every inch was touching her insides. She didn’t ease up. She slid all the way down, using her pussy to swallow my dick. I loved the way she bounced on my dick. I pulled her down to me and placed one of her C-cup breasts in my mouth and sucked on it like I was a baby hungry for milk.

  “Aargh, aargh,” I groaned in ecstasy.

  This bitch’s pussy was the real deal, and I’ve had good pussy my
entire life. The way her walls gripped my dick made me feel like I was in heaven. I grabbed her tightly as I dug deep inside of her.

  “Daddy, daddy, give me that dick, pleaseeee.”

  “Aaaargh,” I yelled as I busted inside of her.

  I hugged her tightly as my limp dick eased out of her. The pussy was so good, I wanted to go another round, but I was tired and felt drained.

  “I love you.”

  “Love you too, babe,” I said.

  Shit, I was telling the truth. I loved her pussy. I didn’t love her. She just wasn’t the kind of bitch to settle down with. She was too weak, and I knew I could have my way with her anytime I wanted.

  I was tired now and needed sleep. She, on the other hand, seemed to be relaxed.

  “Aye, you know you can’t spend the night, right?”

  “So, you only call me over here to fuck and leave?” she shot me an evil look.

  “C’mon, Tanya, you know damn well if that crazy bitch catches you up in here, all hell goin’ break loose. You must’ve forgotten how she behaved the last time you were here.”

  “Hmm... Whatever, Hassan. You stay on that bullshit. You need to go ahead and tell her about our baby and us. ’Cause if you don’t, I will tell her ass.”

  I leaped toward her and grabbed her arm. “Listen to me. If I were you, I wouldn’t do that shit. I promise you, you will regret ever fucking with me,” I said through gritted teeth.

  “Let go! You’re hurting me.” She tried to snatch her arm away.

  “Tanya, I’m dead-ass serious. Now, get your things and leave before I do something I might regret.”

  “Whatever, Hassan. I swear I’m done with you. My baby and I don’t need you. I fucking hate you,” she cried.

  I was too tired to argue, and my mind was not on Tanya or the baby she’s talking about. For all I care, she could kill herself along with the baby inside of her.

  After she left, I took a long, hot shower. My mind was still on Destiny and the pussy-ass nigga she had in my house. That bitch disrespected me in the worst way, and to make shit worse, she left with him. This ho was acting like she wasn’t married. All kinds of emotions flowed through me, and some of them scared me. I never considered myself a killer or thought I could ever kill someone. However, tonight, I knew for sure I wanted to kill that bitch I married. Put her out of her misery for good.