Hubby Vs Bae

by Solae Dehvine

  How he yo nigga and he owe you money? I felt like I had the devil in the car with me.

  “Because we been cool. He’s gonna get my money back.”

  Just like he took Kisha knowing you wanted her. I thought back quick to that day, when we both saw her and I told him I wanted her. Somehow he made his move first, it seemed like he was always doing shit like that. Cutting me out of deals, fucking with hoes I wanted, but Kisha was the biggest thing that stuck out in my mind. She was supposed to be mine.

  “But that’s my dude, though. I can’t be fucking with his wife.” I reasoned with the voice as I watched Kisha struggle to unlock her door. That was my boy’s wife, but her ass was fatter than a country boy’s lunch box.

  Better you get the ass than somebody else. I could tell she was in need, and that’s what we called hungry around the barbershop. She needed some attention, probably somebody to do her right, fuck her good, and make her feel like a real woman.

  She dropped her keys, and as she bent over to pick them up I made my decision. Fuck Moe, fuck everything. Running up to the front door I only had one thing on my mind. I wanted her. I always did, and tonight I was going to get her back.

  Kisha

  “You sure this is what you want?” He was at the door just as I unlocked it, and he was so close that I could smell his cologne.

  “I don’t know what I want anymore, T. I just want to be loved. I want somebody to really fucking care…” Before I could finish his lips were on mine. Tumbling into the house we picked up like we never stopped.

  Kissing like two hungry monsters, his hands all over me felt like when we were back in high school.

  “Damn, I missed you.” He whispered as we made it up to my bedroom. My dress came off, and his shirt was on the floor, but we still didn’t miss a step. In my bra and panties I traced my fingers over the tattoos on his chest.

  “Damn, you’re sexy, you know that?” He told me, and I wanted to tell him the same, but he was too busy pulling my bra off. Kissing down my neck to my stomach and then a little further until I felt his lips on my pussy, and I lost it. I was thrashing around on the bed, my legs kicking as he pulled my hips into his face.

  “Titus... Oh my God.” I yelled his name not giving a damn. In the same room where I laid with my husband I sang Titus’ name like I was in the opera.

  “You taste so good.” He slurped me up like a thick milk shake. Tonguing my lower lips until I felt myself cuming.

  “Fuck me, Titus. I want you inside me.” He didn’t hesitate. Pulling off his jeans I saw the silhouette of his dick from the moonlight creeping through the blinds. He was bigger than I remembered, way bigger than Moe.

  I took a deep breath as we both got under the sheets. This was happening, it was really happening.

  I didn’t think I could let another man touch me, let alone have sex with me, but here I was in my house, in bed naked with Titus on top of me. But this was not some normal wam bam fucking, it was like we were making love. I guess when you are true lovers no matter how much time has passed you just pick up where you left off.

  We kissed, our tongues wrestling with his every stroke inside me.

  “I love you…” The words slipped out of his mouth as we kissed. This was the way I wanted Moe to make love to me, instead every time we were in bed it was the same thing. Me on top, him on bottom, but Titus wasn’t selfish like that. He had my legs wrapped around his body, and he was digging deep inside me, making my body purr with his every movement.

  “Say it… Tell me you love me.” I looked into his eyes, thinking about all of the times I wished it was him that I was with instead of Morris.

  “I love you, too.” I let it out, singing as he picked up the pace, pushing deeper and deeper inside me. He pulled me up, we were chest to chest now as he pulled me into his lap.

  “This is my pussy, you hear me.” I couldn’t argue with him, he was deeper inside me than Morris had ever been. He was filling me up in ways that Morris never did, and as he slid inside me he put on of his fingers in my mouth. I sucked it, imagining it was him tasting and smelling him as I closed my eyes and drifted off high above my house.

  “This is my pussy... Say it.” With his fingers in my mouth I did as he said, calling his name, murmuring whatever he told me to say as I felt my body explode.

  “Is my pussy cuming?” I couldn’t answer before my body started shaking. He pushed me off him my body being pulled by him to the edge of the bed, and before I could open my eyes I felt wetness on my pussy. My eyes sprang open to see his mouth on me, his eyes on mine, and the feeling of his tongue dancing on my clit.

  “I wanna taste you cum.” That in itself pushed me completely over the edge. Morris was so selfish and was way too afraid to put his mouth on me. But now with my legs wrapped around his neck, Titus ate me like he was starving and I was the last food on earth.

  “Yes, baby...yes…” I ground my pussy into his mouth as he tongued me faster and faster, taking slurps of my pussy until I exploded cuming all over his face. Not missing a beat as my pussy went into seizures he flipped me over, pushing into me doggy style and grabbing my hips as he pounded into my pussy.

  “Yeah... Cum for me... Let me feel it.” I did as he said, letting my pussy go as I grabbed the sheets feeling his dick in my stomach.

  “Yeah... Yeah... Say my name, bitch.” Hearing that word did something to me. I tried to turn around and look at him, but he grabbed my hair pulling my back towards him. His dick still inside me Titus wrapped his arms around my neck still pounding into me as he growled out his demands.

  “I said say... My... Name... Bitch…”

  “TITUS... TITUS…” I have never been so turned on and angry at the same time. He kept pounding, squeezing my neck and fucking me until my pussy went off like fireworks in July.

  “I’m cuming... I’m cuming…” I screamed. He pushed my head back into the bed as he told me the same.

  “SHIT! I’m about to bust all in yo ass.” He did just as he told me he would. I felt his warm juicy cum fill my pussy and explode like a shaken up two liter soda. I couldn’t stop him, part of me thought about getting pregnant since there was nothing separating us. I felt silly asking him to put on a condom. After all, this was Titus. I knew him, but now as he fell onto the bed beside me and his juices seeping out of me I felt nothing but happy.

  “Damn, girl…” His smile was from ear to ear and so was mine. He grabbed my ass smacking it as I tried regaining my breath. “Ain’t nobody ever fucked you like that, have they?” All I could do was shake my head because my ability to talk was gone.

  I watched looking up close at his tattoos, and I knew it already. I couldn’t just have him for one time and be done.

  “So... How are we going to do this?” I whispered.

  “Simple... That’s my pussy, and he can’t have none.” I laughed, but the stone stare of Titus told me he was serious.

  My phone rang again, the ringtone reserved for my husband, but my legs definitely weren’t going to work right now. I wanted to lay on Titus, wrapped my arms around him, but as the sun creeped into the room I knew it was time for him to go, and so did he.

  He kissed me on the lips looking into my eyes.

  “I’m for real... I really do love you. Those were supposed to be my kids you had.” Damn... Hearing him say that made me feel bad. “But that’s cool. I’m gonna make you mine, watch.” He got up pulling on his clothes as my phone rang.

  “That’s probably that nigga calling, ain’t it?” I nodded as I turned around pulling the sheets up on my nakedness. “Well, you better not give that nigga none of my pussy, you hear me?” I had to laugh, this shit was a dream, it couldn’t be real.

  He pulled on his shirt grabbing his keys and leaning down to kiss me he gave me his tongue. I smelled myself all over his face and it turned me on again, making me want to pull him back into the bed, but as I reached to touch him he moved away.

  “I gotta go. I’ll call you.” He walked towards the do
or. “Remember what I said.” I couldn’t believe this shit, in twenty-four hours I went from devoted wife to fucking my husband’s best friend. As the door closed my phone went off again. Peeling myself off the bed I somehow found the phone.

  “Hello…”

  “Girl, you okay? I been calling you. I heard it was a shooting at the club.” I wanted to laugh at this nigga.

  “Hey, Moe.”

  “You sleep?”

  “Yeah... Something like that.”

  “Well, come get me. I’m at the airport.” My eyes went from closed to completely open.

  “What?”

  “Yeah, I was trying to get back for your party after the show, but my flight got delayed. I was going to catch a cab, but you answered.” Shit... My legs were weak, and I was still half drunk as I tried to get dressed.

  “Okay... I’ll be there in a minute.”

  “Okay, baby. I love you.” I didn’t know whether to say it or not. I just told another man that I loved him, had his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my pussy. How could I say it to Moe?

  “I love you, too, baby.” I said it anyway. Hanging up and trying to make it to the bathroom to wash the scent of Titus off of me.

  “Lord, please don’t let Moe find out.” I know I was supposed to be teaching him a lesson, maybe he needed to find out, but knowing Moe he would have flipped out and not been able to take it. I didn’t know why I was even bothering to pray to God. Knowing him he wasn’t pleased with me, he was probably going to disown my ass for everything that I had done last night. But it felt so good I didn’t give a damn.

  In the shower I scrubbed every place that Titus touched hoping that Moe wouldn’t smell anything. What if he wants to have sex? I asked myself scrubbing my pussy like a carpet with a shit stain on it.

  I’ll just say I’m on my period. There was no way I could have sex with Moe anytime soon, not after all the stretching that was just done to my pussy. Titus was right, this pussy did belong to him.

  Morris

  Waiting at the airport I was going over my lie, but I was waiting so damn long I had the shit down in the hour I had been waiting.

  “Baby, I really was playing with you. I ain’t fucking nobody but you.” It sounded believable to me, but I already knew what to do if shit started going south. All I had to do was change the subject on her ass.

  But as I waited at the curb with my bags, my phone going off with my boy Paul.

  “Whattup, P. What you calling so early for?” The sun was barely up, and here he was ringing my line.

  “Man, it went down at the club last night. I didn’t even get to see you before shit got crazy.”

  “Word... I didn’t even make it.” Paul got quiet.

  “But I saw you leave with Kisha.” I had to laugh. Paul was crazy as a motherfucka. Always getting way too drunk and thinking he saw something that never happened.

  “Naw, nigga, was you drunk?”

  “Naw, man. I came in and they started shooting. I saw Kisha run out with a nigga, and it was a dude behind them that looked like you.” I ran that through my head thinking of who she could have been with that looked like me.

  “It might have been her cousin or somebody, but I was out of town. I’m at the airport now just getting back.”

  “Shit, well. Let me mind my business then cause... You know.” I was getting mad already.

  “Spit the shit out, P. What the fuck you talking about?” Paul was my eyes and ears on the street, usually when I was out of town I let him know so he could watch after Kisha and the boys. But yesterday I had to go right back out that I didn’t even have a chance to let my boy know.

  “Well, I stopped by the house after the club. I saw you and Kisha going inside kissing, so I left it alone.”

  “What you mean we were kissing?”

  “I thought it was you.” I breathed deep, exhaling slow and trying not to fucking explode. “Somebody was all over her ass. I saw they car too. It was one of those cars like your brother got.” I was trying to think of what car my brother had.

  “The Monte Carlo?”

  “Naw, man. The other one.” Paul had to be on some bullshit. I didn’t know what car he was talking about.

  “You sure, P, cause if you bullshitting.”

  “Man, I put that on my kids.” Paul didn’t put shit on his kids if it wasn’t the truth.

  “So you telling me my wife cheating on me, Paul?”

  “Man... All I’m saying is I saw what I saw.” I was adding shit up in my head, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. “I was just calling to see if you was cool.” Kisha was pulling up just in time.

  “Let me hit you back, dude.” I hung up getting in the car with one question on my mind.

  “Hey, baby. I didn’t think you were coming back this soon.” She moved in to kiss me, but I pushed her away.

  “They canceled the tour.”

  “Oh, okay. What’s wrong wit you?”

  “So, who did you leave the club wit last night?” She turned to me like she saw a ghost.

  “Umm.. Hello. How are you? Thanks for wishing me a happy birthday... Oh, you are so sweet, babe, for getting me a gift.” She mocked me rolling her eyes. “You see, that’s how you get in the car and talk to your wife.”

  “Like I said. Who did you leave the club with last night?”

  “I left the club with the hundred people that were running out after they started shooting.” I didn’t say shit. I just watched as she drove.

  “I’m sorry, boo. Tell me about your party.” If she was cheating on me I was gonna kill her.

  “It was cool. We kicked it, but everybody was asking about you.”

  “Aww, yeah.”

  “Then niggas started shooting like always, and my party was over.”

  “And you went home alone?”

  “Oh my God. Why are you asking me all these questions?” I didn’t trust her ass. I already knew niggas was probably on her, but hearing that somebody saw her leave with someone else.

  “So what was you doing when I was calling?”

  “Sleeping, Moe, damn.”

  “So where the kids at?”

  “At my mom’s.” Something didn’t feel right, but my phone was ringing again.

  “Who is that calling you this early?” She asked acting just as jealous as I was feeling.

  “Just my manager.” I answered even though I saw Portia’s number on the screen. The best way to be was to play shit off and I was the king of that. I didn’t ignore calls from my bitches, that was the best way for me to get caught.

  “What up!”

  “I’m pregnant.” I couldn’t have heard this bitch right.

  “What?”

  “You heard me. I’m pregnant.” I fucked with Portia off and on, and now all of a sudden she was pregnant.

  “Look, it's my wife’s birthday. I’m not gonna talk business today.” I was about to hang up when Kisha stopped me.

  “Go ahead and do your thing. I’m going into the pharmacy real quick.” She pulled into the Walgreens jumping out of the car running in like she was sick. Something definitely wasn’t right, and I was gonna figure this shit out.

  Kisha

  “Where are your morning after pills?” The clerk at the drugstore pointed, and I went off running down the aisle before Moe’s stupid ass came into the store. He came inside me like he was trying to get me pregnant, but I wasn’t going to let that shit happen.

  On my way to the airport I had a thought what if Moe realized that I had sex with someone and things didn’t turn out like Lea’s situation? What if he found out it was Titus? Now that I thought about it Moe was nothing like Lea’s husband.

  He wasn’t going to take shit just lying down. Moe had a temper, a crazy one and maybe if he found out things would really be over.

  The pills were there on the top shelf. I grabbed one pack and a water. The cashier didn’t say a word as I got in line and paid, but when I stuffed the bag into my purse he looked at me sort o
f strange.

  The sex was good, but who was I kidding. How was I going to explain to my kids that I left their Dad for the man they called Uncle Titus.

  Walking back towards the car with nothing but a water in my hand I saw Moe was in the driver’s seat on the phone screaming. I couldn’t hear the words, but when I got inside his face was red and his hands were shaking.

  “Baby, what’s wrong with you?”

  “You fucking somebody else Kisha…?” He never said my whole name. Turning to him I was about to speak when he slapped me so hard across my cheek that I saw stars.

  “Bitch, don’t lie to me.” I heard the sound of his hand hitting my skin echo through the car.

  “NO... I didn’t.” The tears stung my eyes as I cried trying to explain. “Good... Cause you ain’t gonna have me out here looking like a fucking fool.”

  “Don’t you ever put your hands on me.” I growled holding my cheek, but he only laughed putting his fist up to my head.

  “Bitch, I’ll kill you. When a nigga calls me and said they saw my wife leaving with somebody I got a right to check it out.” We stared at each other so long I felt like time stood still. If I fought him I would definitely lose. I had been down that road before, and it would only end up with me hurt. Instead I looked away hoping he wouldn’t hit me again.

  “I should drive this motherfucking car off a cliff.” This was what I meant. Moe wasn’t shit like Larry. Lea and Larry probably didn’t fight like me and Moe did, but I never told anyone about this. He had never hit me in my face. It was always wrestling or him throwing me down, but right now I knew he was pissed. I should have never done this shit; now I felt like my face was on fire.

  This was going to be my life, wondering if Moe was mad at me or if he was going to find out what I did. I tried not to cry, not wanting him to have the satisfaction. Inside I wanted to fight