My Husband's Whore Part 2

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by Racquel Williams


  I took a quick shower and changed into my pajamas. I lay in the bed beside him, inhaling his masculine scent, which made me gasp for air. It’s been a while since I was this close to a man, one that I was attracted to, physically and mentally. I relaxed my body, as he lay behind me, with his arms wrapped around me. I laid there, thinking of how great; it felt, wondering if this could possibly mean happiness. We laid in silence, as I peacefully dozed off…

  ***

  Spencer dropped me off at my house in the morning. Hassan was gone, which was great. I had such a great night and didn’t want to deal with his bullshit. I thought back on last night and it was perfect, even though sex wasn’t involved. The mental part of it, was all I needed.

  Spencer and I relationship grew stronger, over the next couple of weeks. I still haven’t slept with him and he didn’t pursue me on that level even though we slept in the same bed, on the weekends when Amaiya was at my Mother’s house.

  I ain’t going to lie; I was ready to feel him inside of me. I understand, at first, I didn’t want to rush into anything. But fuck Hassan, truth is, he wasn’t worried about me when he was fucking them bitches, so why the fuck I should worry about his ass. Just because he is a man doesn’t mean, he can get away with dogging me out. I wish he had walked in on Spencer digging my guts out. I would’ve loved to see his face.

  One evening after dinner, Spencer and I went back to his house. We were sitting on the couch drinking and talking. He leaned in and started kissing me. He started rubbing my legs then his hand slowly traveled up my dress. My body trembled as he found his way between my legs. I wanted him bad, fuck that, I wanted him now. He pulled my underwear aside and gently massaged my clit. My pussy was already moist and ready for him to slide in. He eased up off the couch, and kneeled down in front of me. I knew exactly what he was about to do…

  “Stop! You can’t do that,” I blurted out.

  “Baby, I want to, you want me to. Let me please you, like I know I can,” he pleaded.

  “It’s not that. I d-o, do want you,” I stuttered.

  “So what’s the problem, then?”

  I took his hands in mine, and then I spoke. “I don’t want to scare you away, but I have Herpes…” I held my breath, after the words left my mouth.

  “You’re joking, you’re just trying to scare me off,” he laughed.

  “Seriously, A few months ago, I found out I had it, Hassan infected me.”

  There was a long pause between us….

  He squeezed my hand. “Babe, I’m so sorry. Man, I want to kill that nigga for all the shit he put you through. Man, oh man.” He shook his head,

  My heart was racing because I didn’t know if he was going to break it off with me. I know that this was a chance I was taking, but I didn’t have a choice. There was no way, I was going to infect him or put his health at risk.

  “Babe, get out of your thoughts. I know you’re wondering if I’m going to leave you. Hell no, I’m a grown man, and you’re the woman, that I want. There is nothing or no one that can get in the way of that. I ‘ont know too much about Herpes, but I guess there are ways to get around it. We’re goin’ figure it out together. I want you Destiny, not just physically, but mentally.”

  I wiped away the tears as; this man spoke from his heart. Just when I thought, I was damaged goods, because I had a STD that can’t be cured. This man was willing to accept me.

  “Dry them tears. You are a beautiful person inside, out and I can only hope you will give me the chance to treat you, like you deserve.”

  I couldn’t find the words to say anything, so I remained calm and just let the tears flow…

  That night after we got all the emotional stuff out of the way, Spencer carried me upstairs. He slowly stripped off my clothes. I watched as he stripped off his clothes. My eyes popped open as I saw the little six inch cock he pulled out. Lord, what is he going to do with that little thing, I thought. It was even worse when I saw him pull out a Magnum condom. I thought Magnums were made for big cocks. I couldn’t say another word, I just layed there.

  I closed my eyes as he massaged my breast; his touch made my body trembled. I wanted him, I had no idea why, but I did. I was wet and bothered and wanted to be fucked. I was nervous because I didn’t know how it was going to work out with his size. He spread my legs apart and slid his erect cock inside of my hungry pussy.

  “Oh, oh,” I groaned out in ecstasy.

  He slowly slid in, and worked the middle like a pro. In that instance, the size didn’t matter. He pounded my walls as I dug my fingernail into his back. I had multiple orgasms back to back. I felt like my brain was coming out of my head, the way juice was spilling out of me.

  “Aargh, aargh, aarghhhhhhh,” he groaned as he busted.

  I couldn’t move. I felt like all my energy was gone from my body. I lay there for a few minutes thinking. I actually enjoyed this, he made love to my mind and my body and I loved every second of it. This was something that I could get used to, but first I need to get a divorce from that bum ass nigga. Just the thought of him, dimmed my happiness for a brief moment. I quickly snapped out of that foul mood, and focused on the happy times that were ahead of me. I just hope this was real, not that fake ass love shit. You know how dudes are usually the sweetest when they want to fuck, but they quickly have amnesia after they get you right where they need you to be…

  I took a quick shower, put on some lotion and got back into the bed. I rubbed his chest, as I laid my head on him. Whatever this was, I wanted to take my time so it can last, were my thoughts before I dozed off.

  IMANI

  I was happy the weekend was over. Today was Corey’s funeral and even though we didn’t end on good terms, I still wanted to go pay my respects. I got up and walked to Josiah’s room, I peeped in on him. He was laying on his bed, playing on his phone. I knocked on the door, before I pushed it open.

  “Can I talk to you for a minute?” I said, as I sat on the edge of his bed.

  “What’s up?” He looked at me, like I interrupted him.

  “Well, I know that I haven’t always been the best of mom to you, but I did my best and made sure you never went without. What I’m trying to tell you is, my decisions were not always the best, but as your mother, I had to make moves so we could be alright.”

  I paused… I had to gather my thoughts

  “Ma, get it over wit’. All this sentimental stuff, I ain’t tryna hear all that,” he said.

  It kind of took me by surprise. Why was Josiah acting like this?

  “Boy, what I’m trying to say is. I’m sorry I lied to you about, who your father is. I only want what’s best for you. The truth is that Corey is your real father and he got killed the other day.”

  “You lied to me, because you’re a fucking whore. You didn’t do shit for me, you did it because you wanted to hold on to that bum ass nigga. Now you’re telling me that my real father is dead. So I’ll never get a chance to talk to him, or bond with him, because your dumb ass lied. I fucking hate you. I wish you wasn’t my Mom.”

  I sat there frozen as the words that were coming out of my son’s mouth pierced my soul. How could he say these things to me? I gave him life. Everything I did, I did for him. Tears filled my eyes and eventually flooded my face.

  I reached over to touch him. I wanted to let him know, that I was sorry. Sorry for robbing him, of the chance to meet his father. Now it will never happen.

  “B-abyyyyy…”

  “Don’t touch me! You know, when I was young, I looked up to you. You was everything to me, but now I see that all that shit was fantasy. You messing wit’ that woman’s husband and you letting that nigga beat on you, and you still fuck with him. I swear, I can’t wait until I’m eighteen, I’m going to move far away from you.”

  I continued crying. I tried to talk, but the words wouldn’t come out. After a few minutes, I got myself together, and then I spoke. “First of all, you not goin’ be up in my shit disrespecting me. Regardless of what you might thi
nk, I am still your fucking mother. And for the record, Hassan was my man, before that bitch got her paws in him. So before you start speaking on some shit that you have no idea about, get your fucking facts straight,” I spat.

  He stood up and step toward me. “Are you saying you want me out? Just say the word, Mother!”

  I slapped him in the face. “Don’t you fucking try me little boy.”

  “Bitch, that’s the last time, you will put your hands on me, I swear.” He stormed out the room and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him.

  “Nooooo,” I dropped to my knees and screamed out.

  Within a couple of months, I lost everything in my life. First Hassan, then my unborn child and now Josiah. He was all I had left. I got up and ran to the door, to see if he was outside, but he was gone already . My baby was gone!

  ***

  After the incident with Josiah, I didn’t feel like going to Corey’s funeral. I had to push myself, at one point, we were cool and this was the last time, I would see him. I bought me a nice black dress, with some heels. I know I had to be on my A game, because Corey other hoes might be there. I know news travel fast so; the fact that we had a baby together was public information.

  I walked into the packed church, and I felt all eyes on me. I took a deep breath, and continued walking up to the front, so I can take one last look at him. I don’t know why my eyes filled with water, as I stared at the dark swollen figure in the casket. He had little or no resemblance to the Corey I knew. I figured the bullets from the gunshots did him like that. I wiped my eyes, turned and walked away.

  Throughout the entire service, you could hear screams, especially when the pastor was telling all those lies about “how great of a man he was.” Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think he was a bad dude, but he was far from the person, they were painting him to be. I couldn’t take any more of this, so I got up to leave. I tiptoed out, with my head hung down low until I reached the front of the church.

  “I have no idea, why you would show your face up in here. You ain’t welcome.”

  I picked my head up, and noticed Corey dumb ass sister blocking my path.

  “Listen bitch, I came to show my respect to a friend. You need to chill out; you wouldn’t want to create a scene at your brother’s funeral.”

  “You know what; you put my brother through so much shit, even on his death bed. You have no shame, to come up in here. You are not welcome here, so just get the fuck out. I just regret that my brother didn’t live longer, so he could find out that you wasn’t nothing but a whore.”

  “You silly bitch, I ain’t did shit to him. I gave him some pussy, and he fell in love. Shit I heard you on females; I promise if I gave you this good pussy, you’d be sprung too. Let me get out of here, before I show my ass.”

  “You nasty hoe, you fucked my brother and his boy and just so you know, yes I like clean bitches. Not a thirty ass hoe like you. Now get yo’ ass on, before I get you thrown out.” She walked back into the crowd.

  I was furious, that this bitch felt like she had the right to speak on some shit that she had no idea about.

  “Rest in peace Corey,” I mumbled then walked down the steps and out into the pouring rain. I didn’t run for shelter nor did I care about my newly sown in Malaysian weave. I took off my heels, and walked slowly in the rain, as it pounded down on my head, so were my tears. I had no idea what I was crying for; I just knew that I was tired of all the shit that going on in my life. I was ready to start over…

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Destiny

  The divorce papers were filed and my lawyer informed me, that Hassan was going to be served this week. We had so much evidence on him, from the pictures that Spencer gave me, to the evidence that the forensic accountant found. That bastard had money stashed away in different accounts in different countries. I can’t believe that, after I helped him, to get on his feet, he would hide some money from me and how dumb was I for thinking that he was playing fair. Now it all made sense. I used to wonder where all the money he made from the firm went. Now I had the evidence in front of me. I was going to court with full ammunition against him. My lawyer was asking for half of everything, he got while we were married. Also he asked for alimony. It’s only fair that I get what belongs to me. After all, it was my money that helped him.

  After I left the lawyer’s office, I stopped at the fish market and grabbed some fresh whiting. I haven’t cooked in a while and Amaiya called me out on that earlier. I have to be honest, I used to love cooking for Hassan, but now that we’re done, I hate to even go into the kitchen. My daughter brought me back to reality though. She was more important and even though, she often fixed her own meals, once in a while Mommy got to throw down in the kitchen for her.

  It was a warm day outside, so after I finished cooking, I decided to do some spring cleaning. I decide to start with my room. I was ready to turn over a new leaf, so getting rid of everything that belonged to him, was first on my list. I decided to play some music while I cleaned. I was really feeling upbeat, after all, this saga was about to come to an end. And a new chapter with Amaiya and Spencer was about to start.

  I was tired of the dull comforter that was on the bed, so I went into my closet and pulled out my lavender comforter. I pulled off the dirty ones and threw them on the floor. I was about to put the fitting sheet on the mattress, when a pink item caught my attention. I got closer and picked it up. It was a pink rhinestone earring. I brought it closer to my face and closely examined it.

  “You bastard,” I yelled out as I dropped it.

  I don’t wear that cheap shit, so I knew off top that it wasn’t mine. I bought all Amaiya’s jewelry so it definitely wasn’t hers. Unless my husband was a faggot, it sure as hell was not his. The only other scenario is this bastard had a bitch up in my bed. I got sick to my stomach, just imagining him and one of his whores up in my bed, which I fucking bought.

  I grabbed my cell phone and called him. He pressed ignore on me, but I called right back;

  “I’m in the middle of something. What the hell, do you want?” He yelled.

  “I don’t give a fuck about what you’re doing. You dirty low down bastard, you had your whore in my fucking bed,” I screamed.

  “Destiny, baby you’re really losing it. I didn’t have anyone in your bed. You need to quit with all these accusations,” he calmly stated.

  “Hassan, fuck you. I’m holding your bitch earring in my hand, so I got fucking proof. Trust me I’ll be sure to give it to my attorney.” I click end on him.

  I sat on the bed, still staring at the earring. Why was I so shocked? I knew for years, he was cheating, but I turned a blind eye, hoping and praying that he would change. He didn’t, instead it only got worse. At the moment, I wasn’t feeling too strong and I started to cry. I knew he was cheating, but this earring confirmed that he not only was cheating, but he had that whore in my house and in my fucking bed.

  “Mama, what’s wrong?” Amaiya rushed over to me.

  “Hey baby.” I quickly dried my eyes.

  “Ma, why you sitting here crying and who earring is this?” she snatched the cheap piece of metal out of my hand.

  “I have no idea.”

  I was tired of lying and making excuses for this bastard.

  “Mama, listen to me. You need to file them divorce papers so you can move on. You’re so much better than him and you deserve better. I know you worry about me, and how I’m going to take it. Don’t worry mama, I know how bad daddy treats you and you deserve to be happy. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” She said as she squeezed my hand.

  After what she said, I had no words. I gave her a long hug and rubbed her back. That was all the confirmation, I needed. I really felt guilty that we were splitting up because I wanted her to have both her parents. I see now that she was stronger than I thought. I was ready to see what the future held for us.

  “Ma, I love you.”

  “I love you too babe, now go ahead and wash up. I made
your favorite fish.” I smiled at her.

  “Alright Ma, I’m starving.” She dropped the earring on the bed and walked out of the room.

  I took up the earring and wrapped it into a piece of tissue. I stuffed it into my draw. I made up my bed and vacuumed my floor. I love the smell of clean linen. If only Spencer was around to share the bed with me, I thought as I walked downstairs to make my daughter’s plate.

  HASSAN

  “Mr. Clarke, there is a person by the name of Johnson, here to see you.”

  “Thank you, Shari. Does he have an appointment? I don’t recall having him on my schedule.”

  “No sir, but he said, it’s urgent and he needs to talk to you.”

  “Thank you. I’ll be out shortly.”

  Johnson, this must be a new client or something, I thought.

  I got up from behind the desk and walked out to the front. I saw the stranger, but didn’t recognize him.

  “Hello, I’m Attorney at law, Hassan Clarke.”

  “Hello, I’m Johnson. Please consider yourself served.” He handed me an envelope, turned around and walked away.

  I turned around and saw Shari looking at me. I clenched the envelope and walked quickly into the office.

  I sat down and ripped the envelope open. “BITCH,” I Yelled. Destiny was divorcing me and asking for half of my earnings and alimony. Over my dead fucking body, she can get the little change, that’s in the bank account, but that’s all that bitch was going to get her measly hands on.

  I was in the middle of contacting a divorce attorney when this bitch beeped in on my line. I pressed the ‘ignore’ button, but she called right back. I was in no mood to talk to this hoe, but she caught my attention, when she mentioned something about an earring. I tried to play it off, but I knew the earring belonged to Tanya. She was the only woman that I had in her bed. The funny thing is that I don’t recall her earring falling out. I held the phone away from my ear, there was nothing that bitch was saying that I wanted to hear. After she finished bitching, she hung the phone up.

 

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