The Wrong Husband

by B. M. Hardin

  “Because he’s not stupid. What are you going to do?”

  “I can’t mess up my marriage or put my kids through a divorce. And I’ll be damned if Eddie thinks that he would be able to take them and keep them from me.”

  Micki frowned.

  “Did you tell Patrice?”

  “Nope. I don’t want to hear her mouth. Please don’t tell her.”

  Telling Micki to keep her mouth shut was like telling her not to breathe, but maybe I would get lucky.

  Patrice’s judgmental ass would have more than enough to say and irrelevant opinions that I really wasn’t in the mood to hear.

  Not to mention the fact that she’d told me before I married Eddie that he wasn’t the one.

  She could see it too but I didn’t listen to her.

  I listened to Mama instead.

  “Well, Polo needs to be on the same page. He needs to understand how serious this could become. Both of you guys love Eddie; hell, even your kids are his god-kids and I know that he wouldn’t want to see them go through something like that. Maybe you should tell him what Eddie said and then put this behind you. Hopefully things will go back to normal.”

  “Even normal wasn’t all that great,” I said to her.

  “Yeah, but at least you weren’t at risk of losing your family.”

  She was right.

  Micki was a single mother and my brother didn’t do the best job with helping her like he was supposed to nor did her other kid’s father.

  I didn’t want to end up like her.

  I wanted my family.

  I needed my husband.

  And so I needed to talk to Polo.

  Micki and I finished our lunch, and I called work to tell them that I had an emergency and that I needed to leave for the rest of the day.

  Forwarding all of my work phone calls to my cell phone, just in case Eddie called, I headed to see Polo.

  Polo lived in a huge house, in an upscale neighborhood.

  I hadn’t been inside of his house in so long that I almost didn’t remember what it looked like.

  I had been by, but hadn’t been inside in quite some time.

  I got out of the car and walked slowly to the door.

  The garage door was closed so I wasn’t sure if his cars were in there so I ranged the doorbell.

  I reached for my phone to call him, but just as I did, he opened the door.

  He looked at me and I tried not to notice that he was only wearing a wife beater and briefs.

  “Uh, can we talk?”

  He moved to the side so that I could come in.

  “Could you put some clothes on please,” I said to him, heading to the overpriced couch in the living room.

  It was nice and super clean.

  You would have thought that he had a maid or something, but he didn’t.

  I looked around as he sat in the recliner, ignoring my request.

  I noticed my torn panties on the coffee table.

  I stuffed them in my purse.

  Nasty.

  “Look, Eddie noticed that I switched my panties. He questioned me.”

  Polo looked concerned.

  “I told him that he was wrong and that he was mistaken. And he told me that if he caught me having an affair, he was going to leave me and take the kids with him.”

  Polo’s face softened.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay what?”

  “Okay, I’ll leave you alone. I’ve been living with my feelings for you for years and not acting on them. I know how to do it. I just didn’t want to.”

  I looked at him.

  Well, that was easier than I thought.

  “But I’ll do it under one condition.”

  Uh oh.

  Here we go.

  “Let me feel you. Right here. Right now. And we will pretend like it never happened and Eddie will never find out. And you’ll never have to worry about me coming on to you again. I swear.”

  I looked at him.

  He stood up and pulled down his briefs.

  For the first time, I was actually staring at his manhood and it was actually bigger than it had felt when I was grinding on it.

  It was standing at attention and he started to stroke it.

  I sat there, in somewhat of a daze.

  And then I covered my eyes.

  After a second, I slid my fingers apart, just a little, so that I could get another look at it.

  Leave Sassi. Just get up and leave.

  But I couldn’t move.

  I didn’t get up and I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to.

  Maybe just once would take away the curiosity.

  Just once and then we could never do this to Eddie again.

  Polo walked over to me.

  “Stand up and take your panties off.”

  I still just sat there.

  Should I do this?

  Of course not.

  But I wanted to.

  Damn it.

  I really wanted to do this.

  Polo moved my hands away from my eyes, and his pipe was only barely an inch away from my face.

  To get the penis out of my face, I stood up, slowly.

  “I want you.”

  I just couldn’t do it.

  “Touch it.”

  My hand touched his rod and immediately I knew that there was no turning back.

  “Eddie can never find out about this Polo,” I said.

  He didn’t comment.

  He unzipped the back of my skirt and slid it down my legs, along with my underwear.

  I just stood there.

  We both did.

  “I love you Sassi.”

  “Stop saying that.”

  He didn’t love me, at least not in that way.

  This had nothing to do with love.

  He pushed me back down on the couch and then got on his knees.

  He slid me closer to him, putting my legs on his shoulders.

  “Polo, wait, maybe…”

  And that was it.

  He put his mouth on me and I must say that I was impressed.

  He moved his tongue faster and faster until he heard me scream.

  I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was enjoying it.

  For just a second I forgot that he wasn’t my husband and I enjoyed the pleasures of another man’s mouth for the first time in years.

  He moved abruptly and pulled me to the floor.

  He just stared between my legs for a second and then he stood up.

  “Don’t move.”

  I laid there, not moving, and Polo returned with a condom tightly hugging his pole.

  Without even hesitating, or giving me a chance to change my mind, he damn near dived in between my legs and entered me.

  “Ohhh,” I squealed.

  I looked at Polo.

  He looked deep into my eyes as he went deeper and deeper.

  I cooed as he took my legs and placed them on his shoulders.

  “Um,” he said as he started to stroke.

  He pumped inside of me slowly as though he wanted to take his time.

  I moved my hips and I squealed as things started to get wild.

  It felt so good.

  It felt damn good.

  I felt as though I was trying to rush myself to the finish line, but my insides wanted to savor the moment.

  They seemed to want to enjoy every second of this “one time” thing.

  And what a “one time” thing that it was.

  Polo put me in so many different positions that I felt like I was some kind of porn star.

  It was as though he wanted to experience sex with me in every way that he could and I let him have his way with me.

  “Get on your knees.”

  He got behind me and he pumped so hard and so fast that I struggled to keep my balance.

  After a while, and realizing that I didn’t have a good excuse to explain carpet burn to my husband, I gave up and fell to my stomach.

  But Polo sta
yed behind me, and stayed in my stomach too, giving me some of the best dick that I had ever had.

  “Are you going to cum for me?” Polo asked.

  I bit my bottom lip.

  “Are you going to nut for daddy?” Polo said.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

  And just as the last yes came out of my mouth, I came aggressively, and so did Polo.

  Before I had a chance to catch my breath, Polo spoke.

  “You have to go.”

  Polo’s words caught me by surprise.

  But I didn’t say anything.

  I got up, got myself together and I headed out the door.

  It wasn’t until I was in my car that reality hit and I realized that I’d just betrayed my husband in the worst way.

  I’d just had sex with his “brother”, his friend.

  What the hell was I thinking!

  Knock. Knock.

  What….

  I thought I’d seen a ghost and my heart felt as though it was about to beat out of my chest.

  Eddie.

  I rolled down my car window.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Think.

  Think.

  Think.

  “I just got here. I was coming to talk to Polo.”

  Eddie looked at me.

  “For what?”

  “Um, I came to talk to him about you.”

  Eddie looked angry.

  I would rather him be angry about that than about what Polo and I had just done.

  “I came to get some advice or to ask him to talk to you. We have been in a weird place lately because of the panty issue and I wanted Polo’s advice on how to get through to you and make you believe me.”

  “You don’t have the right to discuss any of our personal matters with my friends Sassi.”

  Just then Polo walked outside.

  He was fully dressed.

  He walked over to the car.

  “Hey man. Sassi what are you doing here?” He asked me as though everything was fine.

  Eddie answered for me and filled him in.

  “Go back to work Sassi. Come on man let’s go eat,” Eddie said to Polo and they headed to my husband’s car.

  They pulled off and I just sat there, trying to recover from what felt like a mini heart attack.

  Polo must have known that Eddie was on his way; which is why he’d told me to get out of his house.

  What if he had come while I was still inside?

  I tried not to think about it as I drove away.

  I figured that Polo had timed everything in his head, just right, before even making his first move.

  I didn’t go back to work as Eddie had instructed.

  Instead, I hurried home, washed my panties out in the sink, threw them in the dryer and washed up.

  I was sure that Eddie had paid attention to them that day too, so I had to make sure that I covered all of the bases.

  As I stood in front of the dryer, I reminisced on Polo’s touch and on the way that he had felt inside of me.

  I knew now why women were crazy about him.

  I had to give it to him…his sex was good!

  Though the sex hadn’t been on the stalker, crazy type of level, it was good enough to make you crave for more.

  I scowled myself as I checked to see if my panties were dry.

  I’d just cheated on my husband.

  And I’d enjoyed every minute of it.

  Oh my…

  I was going straight to hell!

  Putting on my dry panties, I headed to the living room.

  Damn it Eddie!

  This was his fault.

  All of the issues with him had led up to this very moment.

  But the moment was over and now it was time to work on my forever.

  Now I could focus back on my marriage.

  I could try to make it better.

  But Eddie was going to have to help me because what happened with Polo would not happen again.

  And I was going to make sure of it.

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  CHAPTER 5

  “It didn’t work.”

  I looked at Polo.

  “Sex only made me want you more. I’m going crazy. Every time Eddie touches you, I feel like I want to kill him.”

  I looked at him as though he was speaking a foreign language.

  “Get out of my face Polo,” I said to him and walked towards the door.

  Eddie and the boys were washing the car and I was bringing them lunch.

  Polo offered to help me carry out the sandwiches.

  “Sassi, I want you. Tell me you don’t want me again.”

  “I don’t want you.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “Well, you should.”

  I walked outside as Polo continued to talk but he stopped abruptly as Eddie smiled at us.

  I sat the drinks on the hood of Polo’s car and he sat the sandwiches beside it.

  Eddie waited until I was far enough from the food and out of nowhere he slung water off of the rag in my direction.

  Was he trying to be fun?

  “Really Eddie?”

  He picked up the water hose.

  “Really what?”

  Eddie pointed the hose at me.

  “I wish you would. You wouldn’t dare,” I said to him.

  “Hmm, let’s see about that!”

  Eddie sprayed me and I mean he sprayed me good.

  I ran towards him, drenched in water, yet he kept on spraying.

  He started to laugh once I reached him and tried to swing on him.

  The boys laughed and joined in on the fun as Eddie and I wrestled over the hose.

  Finally Eddie gave up and I sprayed him and the kids as the hollered in laughter and attempt to run for cover.

  Soak and wet, I stopped and Eddie came closer to me.

  He was smiling and so was I.

  “Oh, I love you Sassi.”

  “I love you too baby.”

  We kissed and the kids acted as though they had just saw us naked or something.

  “We’re going to be okay.”

  “I hope so.”

  Things weren’t exactly normal between us yet, but his comment had just given me a ton of hope.

  We were going to make it through this.

  Every marriage goes through something, it was just our turn.

  Heading to reach them all a drink, I almost forgot that Polo was there.

  He was now sitting on the porch, staring at us.

  I could see how uncomfortable he was and he may have even been a little hurt by watching us share a moment.

  Scratch that, there was fire in his eyes, but he had to get over it.

  I walked towards him with a glass and a sandwich.

  “Here you go,” he said.

  “This is supposed to be my family. Not his. You are supposed to be mine,” he whispered.

  “You’re welcome,” I said loud enough for Eddie to hear and headed back in his direction.

  He’d agreed to one time and he wasn’t getting anything else from me.

  Not now.

  And not ever.

  ~***~

  “What?”

  “Nothing.”

  “What bitch?”

  “Nothing.”

  Micki looked at me for a second and then she gasp.

  “You did it didn’t you?”

  “Did what?”

  “Polo.”

  “No. Why would you say that?”

  Though I told her everything, this was one of those things that I was keeping to myself.

  At least I tried to.

  “Tell me.”

  “There’s nothing to tell.”

  “If you don’t tell me, I will ask him,” she smirked.

  “Yeah right.”

  She folded her arms.

  “Okay. We did.”

  “Did what?”

  “Had sex.”

  She place
d her hands over her mouth.

  “No you didn’t!”

  I nodded and proceeded with filling her in with the details.

  She listened attentively and even made a few noises here and there.

  “So now what?”

  “Now nothing. We will never do it again. It’s out of my system. I love Eddie and I don’t want to mess up my marriage. It was one time. Polo will never touch me again.”

  “Never say never.”

  “Never.”

  And I was serious too.

  I left Micki’s house in a hurry.

  I ignored Polo’s call for the tenth time that day.

  I didn’t want to talk to him.

  What else was there to talk about?

  I had cut out all of the constant text messaging, the sneaking on the phone with him and everything.

  We had an agreement and I was sticking to it.

  He hung up and started calling me Private as though I didn’t already know that it was him.

  I ignored the first few calls but he just wouldn’t stop.

  The next time the private call came across the screen, I answered it.

  “What is it Polo? I told you that it was only one time! Now please stop calling me!”

  “This isn’t Polo.”

  Oops!

  “Hey mama.”

  “What was one time Sassi?”

  “Nothing. Why are you calling me private mama?”

  “You don’t answer my calls when I call you Sassi. Your brother told me about private calling.”

  I was going to stab him!

  “What was one time?”

  I pitched her some story about me covering for Polo and pretending to be his girl-friend to run off one of his stalking sex buddies.

  I had become one heck of a good liar and from the looks of it my explanation was enough to get mama off of my back.

  She said a few words, but overall it wasn’t much.

  As I entered the grocery store, I hung up with her, dropped my phone in my purse and then put it on my shoulder.

  Just as I grabbed a buggy and started to push it, some woman walked up from behind me and bumped me.

  She bumped me so hard that I had to check to make sure that my arm was still connected to my body.

  Oww!

  She continued walking, and I screamed after her.

  “Damn! Excuse you!”

  But she never turned around.

  She never said a word, she just kept walking.

  After rubbing my shoulder for a while, I headed to pick up a few things for dinner.

  I looked for the woman down each aisle so I could give her a piece of my mind, but I never saw her.

  It was like she had just vanished.