I opened the door and Alex was standing there looking like a million bucks. I’m talking all black everything. Gucci down to the socks and the Armani scent was the icing on the cake. The nigga was so fine he put you in the mind of Ralph Tresvant or Ginuwine in their earlier days. I was definitely ready to ride that nigga’s pony. Alex was the shit and he knew it.
That time was no different than before. I welcomed him in and we walked into the living room, where he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he started kissing me passionately. He was kissing me all over. Rubbing my neck, sucking on my tit, and playing in my pussy all at the same time. He was turning me completely on. By him having his way with me, my panties became moist, and my pussy began to drip wetter than the Egyptian Nile. I proceeded to take off my panties so I could receive the tongue. But as soon as Alex started to please the queen, I heard some keys being turned in the front door. I anxiously tried to scramble for my shit and warn Alex to hide, but it was too damn late. I was caught.
Someone New
Regrets
Kandi
I knew at that very second my biggest pleasure, was about to be the biggest regret of my life. The front door quickly opened and my husband Caine walked in asking me if I was waiting on him. Then he immediately dropped hot soup and flowers on my new hardwood floors, in complete shock at what he saw. Caine became outraged and began to walk towards me. “Caine, please say something,” I said crying and still caught up in the moment.
“Who the fuck is he?” Caine yelled madder than a forty-five.
I reached out to grab Caine’s arm and tried to prevent anything from jumping off between the two.
“Did you hear me Kandi?” Caine asked again. Of course, I heard him but I didn’t want to answer the question. “Who the fuck is this?”
I stood there in pin dropping silence because I knew I fucked up and I was wrong for bringing that shit into our home.
“What the cat has your tongue now? Man I can’t believe this shit,”
Caine went on to say. “I know you’re fucking him because y’all standing here butt ass naked.”
“Look bruh,” Alex tried to explain.
“Naw, get the fuck out my house nigga,” Caine said cutting him off. “I don’t know you nigga; don’t explain shit with your Johnny Gill looking ass. Get the fuck out my house nigga before I fuck something up.”
“Fuck you, you corny ass nigga,” Alex barked back. “If you was dicking her right I wouldn’t be here. So who’s the corny nigga now?”
After saying that shit, Alex tried to bounce. Apparently, the dumb nigga was only good for his looks and dick because he wasn’t quick enough. Caine tackled his ass to the floor as if he was Joe Montana and the super bowl game depended on it.
“Naw fuck you nigga.” Caine immediately put Alex in a chokehold on our living room floor. I was still just standing there yelling for Caine to stop. At one point, I thought Alex’s eyes were going to pop out of his head because Caine kept a strong arm around his neck.
“You want to try and fuck my wife nigga? How about I pull my dick out and fuck you. Would you like that you weak ass nigga?”
I was yelling at the top of my lungs for Caine to release Alex. “CAINE STOP IT! Stop it, let him go, let me explain, please Caine, let him go now.” Caine was in a rage as he stood over Alex whooping his ass. I mean the nigga wasn’t Mike Tyson or anything, but he actually had some fight in him. I couldn’t believe it. Where was all that aggression at in the bedroom?”
I ran to the phone to act like I was dialing 911 in an attempt to stop Caine from killing Alex. That would give Alex another chance to run and I mean haul ass. “Caine I’m calling the cops, STOP IT! You’re going to kill him. Just let him go.” Caine wasn’t paying attention to shit I was saying. After giving him a few more punches to the dome, Caine pulled out his dick and pissed on Alex before he got up to leave.
“Get the fuck out my house nigga,” Caine ordered Alex. “Next time think before you come up in a nigga’s house to get your dick hard. You just might be fucking another man’s wife. Get the fuck up and out of my house now nigga,” Caine demanded. Alex slowly crawled out the front door, hurting, on his hands and knees. Caine fucked him up so badly the nigga couldn’t even walk out of the house. I was still scrambling to put my clothes back on.
“Caine please calm down, baby I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you or your feelings. What can I do to make this right,” I pleaded franticly. I had to try and say something to state my case and to let him know how much I fucked up. However, Caine’s facial expressions were telling me, “Bitch you ain’t off the hook so shut the fuck up.”
I never saw Caine in so much of a rage before. Maybe if he would’ve put all that rage into the bedroom we wouldn’t be in the predicament that we were in. Shit, I had to agree with Alex on that one and if the nigga ran for President, he’d have my fucking vote. However, as pissed off as I was, I couldn’t blame no one but my damn self. I had to face the fact that Caine was a good man and instead of my husband coming home to a hot cooked meal on the table, he walked in on his wife getting ready to be fucked by another man. So yeah, I already knew chances were that night wasn’t going to end so well.
“Caine are you going to say something… Baby I’m sorry.” He turned to me and said, “Yeah, you right bitch, you are sorry,” Caine began saying. “After everything I did for you to live this good life. Gucci this, Prada that, Fendi and all that other shit. And for what Kandi?” I had to admit Caine was right, he did bail me out of some tight jams previously. Wasn’t that what a husband supposed to do for his lady? Caine turned into a dragon that kept spitting fire with his words.
“For you to go out to impress and fuck another nigga?” Again, he had a valid point. I couldn’t even argue with him. Hell, to tell you the truth I was kind of afraid to make a move. He might whoop my ass just as bad as he did Alex and I couldn’t fault him if he did. He went on with his little rant. “Not only that but in our house? No, wonder lately you’ve been saying this and that about what I’m not doing. You don’t feel like I love you and I don’t show you and blah, blah, blah. Did it make you feel good to accuse me of some shit when you’re the one cheating, bitch? I can’t believe you Kandi. I gave you every-fucking-thing you ever wanted and more. And this how you fucking repay me? By cheating on me? With this singing ass wanna-be thug nigga.” Caine was outraged and his eyes were blood shot red. “Man, fuck you Kandi.” Caine began to walk towards the front door. “We’re fucking done. Now you can go ahead and chase behind that signing ass nigga because this marriage is fucking over.”
I ran to the door to try and block it so Caine wouldn’t leave but as soon as he walked my way, I moved quicker than Pepe Le Pew chasing Penelope. Call me what you want, but I had just seen that nigga piss on Alex like R. Kelly. I am not a stupid hoe so yeah I just let his ass leave out. Plus, Caine was right in more ways than one. He did everything for me without me even asking. He was willing to put me thru medical school, paid off the student loans I owed, gave me unlimited money, put Mary through rehab, etc. But, what was all that material shit going to do if a bitch wasn’t happy? You know how the saying goes, “money can’t buy you love.”
I stood there looking dumber than a box of rocks as I watched Caine storm out the front door and speed away in his car. I was so disappointed in myself and I was still shocked it all went down like that. I couldn’t believe my stupid ass got caught. Caine never came home or even texted me while he was at work. So why the fuck was he coming home anyway? Out of all the days he could have popped up, that nigga picked that day. His ass hadn’t been trying to do romantic shit. Then had the nerve to spill hot ass soup and flowers all over my new hardwood floors. I was beyond pissed, but there was nothing I could do to change it. I just needed to calm down. I rolled and lit up a blunt. I began pacing back and forth just thinking about Alex and the fact that Caine left. He had been heated before but never to the point where he left the house. I wondered if he was com
ing back home that night.
I wanted to try and call Alex but I was guessing the nigga probably went to the hospital. That’s the first fucking thing I would do if I got my ass handed to me on a silver platter.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I needed to clear my head. I finished puffing on my blunt and poured myself a glass of Hennessey. I walked into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with my favorite scented bath salts, turned on the water, and stepped in to take a nice hot bubble bath. The whole time I only thought about what had just happened. My mind was running on repeat. I couldn’t believe some of the shit Caine did to Alex. I started laughing at Caine. The fact that he had balls to piss on Alex was some gangster shit. That was the type of shit you saw niggas do in the movies. I turned the hot water back on to rewarm my water and sat back to enjoy the rest of my bath.
Caine
I couldn’t believe that bitch had the nerve to cheat on me. After all the dick I turned down to try and be faithful to her. I never fucked around on her but she was in our house getting her box ate out by that jack in the box nigga Alex. I had something for her ass though. I was going to show her I was the wrong Johnson to fuck with. The next bitch that was giving up a piece of pussy I was taking it. Or shit, if a nigga was willing to give up some dick and just so happened to walk by and look my way he could get it too. Kandi was trying to play with my intelligence and had disrespected me to the fullest. I needed to call Shawn and see what was good for the night. I hadn’t spoken to Shawn since he had moved up here to Virginia.
I was going to Magic City where there was plenty of hoes and lots of DL niggas trying to front like they liked pussy.
“Yo, what up nigga, this Caine.”
“What up Caine?”
“Shit, chilling. What the hell you getting into tonight?”
“WHAT! You mean to tell me Kandi let your ass out to play tonight?”
“Man, fuck Kandi. She did some real disrespectful shit so it’s over nigga. I’m ready to live up to my name nigga, straight “Menace II Society” style.”
“Word my dude, alright nigga so what you trying do?” Shawn asked.
“I’m thinking Magic City. I’ll be on the east side in fifteen so I’ll scoop you and we can dip out.”
“That’s what’s up Caine, all right nigga. Just holla at me,” Shawn said before I hung up.
I jumped on I-264 heading east towards the beach. Before going to scoop Shawn, I made a quick stop at the liquor store. I stocked up on Hennessey, then went across the street to BP, and filled up on gas. Finally, I pulled up at Shawn’s crib. I was anxious to get wasted and to try and forget about the shit I had going on at home. As soon as the drinks started to flow, I realized I was going against the “G” code by having diarrhea at the mouth. I told Shawn everything that took place that day with Kandi and how I snuffed that nigga Alex. Shawn was shocked because just like me, everyone thought Kandi was the good girl. No one ever saw her as the cheating type.
“Fuck all that shit nigga,” Shawn said. “We’re getting fucking wasted and going to the city my nigga.” Mocking Smokey’s character from the movie “Friday,” Shawn recited, “I know you don’t normally get high, but its Friday, you’re girl just fucked around on you, so you getting high tonight nigga.” We both laughed. Shawn rolled a joint, we got spaced-out, and then we headed to Magic City. “Make sure you stock up on $1s man, don’t be giving out no damn five and ten dollar bills nigga,” Shawn said sarcastically.
As we walked in the club, Young Jeezy was playing in the background and all the hoes were out dancing on the stage hoping to land a baller for the night. A few of the hoes were doing tricks on the pole like they were mermaids. Everybody in that bitch was drinking, smoking, throwing cash, and having a good time. By that time, I was already feeling myself from the Hennessy shots. Shawn was nowhere in sight as normal but it was cool because I was fucked up and in my zone. I look around at all the chicken heads running around looking to get plucked and then I spotted a hen. I mean that bitch was bad, the head bitch of the coop. I saw her glance at me and start to walk over. I thought to myself, “This bitch here can get the business.” She favored Nia Long from the movie “Love Jones.” She walked over and finally approached me. She was smiling and licking her lips.
“Hey cutie, I don’t think I ever seen you here before. My name is Lola.” That bitch was fine.
“What the hell you doing working in here Lola?” I asked her. I didn’t really give a fuck; I just wanted to spark a conversation.
“It pays the bills so I gotta do what I gotta do right?”
“Yeah you right, well let me contribute to your income. Let me get a private lap dance?” She took a sip of whatever she had in her cup and said, “That’s a hundred dollars for two songs. You sure you wanna private dance from me?” I guess she figured I couldn’t afford it because I wasn’t iced out and dressed to her liking. Her ass must be used to all those niggas playing her out of some money.
“Yeah I’m sure baby girl…” I dug in my pockets in search of some cash. “And listen, money’s not a thing to me alright. So let’s go Miss Lola.” She took my hand and guided me to the private dance area. Once I got in the room, I gave her $200 for the dance. She looked surprised.
“It’s only a hundred dollars sweetie why you give me $200?”
I had never heard a stripper tell a nigga he tipped her too much. “That’s your tip if you do a good job with this dance,” I told her. Lola went straight for it and started dancing slowly. She was moving her body slow like a snake. Next thing you know she was on top of me grinding and humping. She had on a black and white two piece outfit. The outfit caught my attention because it was cheaply made. The rhinestones were falling off while she was stroking on my dick. The club rules was supposed to be no touching but I managed to grab a titty or two every now and again. Shit, they didn’t put those curtains up for nothing. My dick was hard as a missile and started to rise through my pants. At that point, all I wanted was some head. She was grinding on me like she wanted it anyway, so I offered a suggestion. “I’ll give you two hundred dollars for a quickie and some head.” It didn’t take her long to deliberate because Lola pulled my pants down and started sucking. “DAMN!” Her mouth felt so damn good.
My dick needed to be resuscitated and Lola had the CPR experience to do it. I placed my hands on the back of her head to keep up with her bobble head motion. I threw my head back once I started to feel my sperm flowing to the head of my dick. She kept deep throating my shit nonstop. I didn’t feel guilty about that shit either. Lola’s mouth was tight, wet, and warm. I grabbed the back of her head and screamed out, “Damn baby, I’m about to bust.”
Lola started moving her head faster and said, “Do it. Do it daddy. Nut right in my mouth.” It didn’t take much more for me to do as told. She sucked it all up, swallowed my kids, and then got my shit brick hard again. Leaving her slob on my dick, Lola stood up and said, “What you gonna do with that big dick?” I stroked my dick up and down to keep it from going soft then got up out of the chair. “I’ma show ya what I’m bout to do with it.” She thought when I asked for a quickie it was for the pussy. Don’t get me wrong, Lola was sexy as fuck, she had that stripper body. But I didn’t want her pussy, I wanted her ass. I bent her over and put my brick hard dick right in her tiny asshole. She screamed for me to get out but it was too late; I was already in. “I’m so happy you went in the upper hole”, Lola said. After a couple of long hard strokes, Lola managed to take it. Her ass felt amazing but I could tell she was no ass virgin. In fact it wasn’t tight at all. It didn’t take me long to nut so I quickly pulled out of her ass. My dick was still leaking so she sucked that up too. “Damn Lola... You the bomb Ma.” I dug in my pockets quicker than Uncle Sam to give her ass some more dough. She grabbed the money out of my hands and said, “Yeah I know, everybody tells me I got some good shit.” She counted all the money I gave her then stuffed it in her pussy.
“Hold up, hold the fuck up, what you mean everybody?”<
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“Nigga do you think you the only one that asks me to fuck?” Her point was taken. After all, she was a fucking stripper. Then she said it, “Nigga I’m a stripper. I get customers every damn night. But um you were the only stupid motherfucker that went in me raw though.” She put her bikini top back on. She began putting her thong back on and fixed her hair. “Now, are you paying for something else because if not I’m leaving out… you had your money’s worth.”
I fixed myself up, made sure my pants were zipped, that there were no cum spots on my shirt, then walked out of the private room, and went back into the main club to look for Shawn.
Kandi
It had been hours since Caine left and now he wasn’t answering his phone. All of my calls were going straight to voicemail and I was becoming more pissed by the minute.
YOU HAVE REACHED THE VOICEMAIL BOX OF… Caine Johnson…PLEASE LEAVE YOUR MESSAGE AT THE SOUND OF THE BEEP…
I took a deep breath and waited for the beep.
BEEP…
“I know I did you wrong and I’m very sorry. But damn Caine, don’t you think I at least deserve a phone call to let me know if you’re okay? Please call me back so we can talk and sort this out. I love you Caine.” I hung up.
I was more furious with myself because I knew better. I knew better than to mess up my money flow with Caine. Sugar Caine was what I called him. When we first got together, he was the sweetest guy I’d ever met. He would take me on numerous dates per week, open all the doors for me, and send me flowers just because. I remember our second date like it was yesterday. He took me to his place and cooked dinner for me. It was the most romantic thing ever and his crib was laid out. He had oversized lion, tiger, and panther pictures everywhere. There was something like a jungle theme going on. Two black leather sectionals, three 60-inch Sony flat screen TVs, a nice lit fireplace, and best of all, a white bear-skinned rug that rested so lovely on hardwood floors. I couldn’t have set his place up any better myself. He even had R&B slow jams playing. 112’s hit song “Anywhere” came on the radio, and Caine started to sing it to me. Besides Usher, Caine knew I loved me some 112 so I didn’t mind him singing to me. Once the song went off, he laid a kiss upon my cheek and went into the kitchen. The nigga must’ve thought he was Chef Boyardee because he wore an apron and a chef’s hat while he was cooking. He fed me a three-course surf and turf meal. After dinner came dessert and then a little foreplay. I was in love with him and his money.
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