by Angie Hayes
“Yeah” Was all I said.
“What’s wrong with you?” Travis questioned staring at me.
I decided that now was the time to bring up me going back to work.
“Travis, I’ve been thinking long and hard and I decided that I want to go back to work at the hospital” I said looking at him in his face so I could see his reaction.
Travis just sat there chewing on his food and looking back at me before speaking.
“I thought we already had this discussion and it was decided that I wanted my wife to stay at home” Travis spoke as he wiped his mouth with his napkin.
“No actually we didn’t discuss anything. It was a demand you made in the beginning of our marriage and I went with it. But enough time has passed and things have obviously changed and I’m ready to go back to work” I replied standing my ground.
“What has changed Fatima?” he questioned as if he really didn’t have a damn clue.
“Us Travis” I answered him back rolling my eyes.
This was a conversation I definitely didn’t feel like having, it was like a damn boomerang when it came to this; but the truth was the truth. We both just continued to sit there and eat in silence. The tension was so thick that you could slice it with a knife. Suddenly I heard Travis clear his throat.
“You know what baby, you’re right. It wasn’t a discussion between the both of us. I made that decision for you and you obliged. I shouldn’t have taken that from you because I know how much you love nursing, so if you want to go back to work I don’t mind” Travis said sincerely.
I had to look around the room to see if I was being punked! This was not the reaction I was expecting from him. I was prepared to go to war about this and let his ass have it, but I just got thrown a loop!
“Wow, I appreciate that” was all I could muster up.
“You deserve whatever it is you want. The things I have been putting you through make you worthy of anything, and I know you’re tired of hearing this but I am deeply sorry Fatima” Travis said as he reached over and grabbed my hand looking me in my eyes.
If he would have said this to me a couple of years back, I would be putty in his hands. But I grew to know better. The only surprising thing is him agreeing for me to go back to work.
“So you must be bored with your latest bitch” I blurted out.
“What?” Travis coughed as he was drinking from his glass.
“You heard me. Come on Travis, every time you get caught with your dick in another bitch you always try to stay in my good graces afterward. Then once you feel like things are back to normal with us you go back to being the whore you are” I snickered as I took a sip of my own drink.
“I suggest you watch your mouth on the Lord’s Day Fatima.”
“Oh so you want me to wait until tomorrow to tell you the truth? Fine I can wait.”
“No, what I want is for you to let the past go so we can move on! I know I messed up-
“No you keep messing up!” I interrupted him.
Suddenly his phone went off indicating he had a message. He didn’t respond back to me, but immediately tended to his phone. This nigga had a nerve to have a smirk on his face when he was reading whatever it was in his phone. I was tempted to snatch that shit and throw it upside his head!
“I’m not about to have this conversation again Fatima. I thought we moved on from this but obviously you still want to be on it. I’m about to head over to the site real quick and sign some paperwork for some deliveries we have coming in and get a head start on payroll. I’ll see you later tonight.” With that said, Travis got up and kissed me on the forehead and headed out to leave.
Moments later I heard the front door close. What the fuck just happened here! I said out loud as I still continued to sit there. Now the old me would have protested him leaving and then follow his ass, but I was tired. Mentally and physically. I reached for my own phone and text Tonya letting her know that it was official.
She replied back with the dancing emoji and suggested that we go out for drinks tonight to celebrate. At first I was hesitant, but thought what the hell. Shit it was obvious that Travis’ ass was gone to get his next piece of ass so I might as well go out and enjoy myself. I might even find me a lil piece of action myself! Yeah right, who am I kidding, that’s not even how I roll.
I text her back letting her know that I was game. She wanted to go to this jazz lounge called Euphony that was located about forty-five minutes outside of town. I was down for that because I didn’t want to see these folks around here anyway. We agreed that she would pick me up around 8pm and I would ride with her.
I looked at the clock and saw that I had about three hours to waste before she got here, so I put the rest up the food up; washed up the dishes and headed upstairs to soak in a nice hot bath before I got my drink on.
TRAVIS
I was happy as hell when I got the text from Sabrina telling me that she had just got into town and wanted to taste me. My dick instantly jumped at the thought of her mouth wrapped around the head of my dick. Sabrina was a woman that I met about two months ago when she came over to my office to drop off the invoices from this new supply company I was using. She was the owner’s niece and working as his secretary for the summer.
The moment I saw Sabrina walk through my door with that round juicy ass, her breasts sitting upright and in sight, and juicy lips; I knew I had to have her. She was also younger than me, by about ten years. I may have been an older dude, but the way I was built and my swag would give any young dude a run for their money! How do you think I snatched up Fatima like I did? Shit I stay in the gym and eating right with the occasional soul food Sunday dinner.
Sabrina wasn’t from here, she was from Atlanta and was here visiting her folks for the summer. She was built like a damn stallion and it showed when we fucked too! She flirted heavy with me the first time we met and I knew right then and there I could get her; which I did. That day when she dropped off the invoices, we exchanged numbers and met up that exact same night where I we fucked until my dick was raw!
Afterwards, we would occasionally hook up while she was here until she left to go back home with the promise of coming back soon. I had no problem with that because her not being here full-time made it easier for me to deal with my wife, Karla, and whoever else I felt like it. Speaking of Karla, she had been blowing up mu phone like crazy. The only time I spoke to her was when we were leaving church and we greeted them on the way out. Shit, I was wondering what she wanted so badly with me when her husband made it clear that he was still fucking her every which way.
I mean don’t get me wrong, I know Paul is her husband and entitled to tear it up whenever he gets ready too, I just don’t appreciate her lying to me telling me that they sleep separately and haven’t had sex in the last five months. Shit, no need to lie to try to make me feel better because it’s not like I tell her ass I ain’t fucking Fatima. Matter of fact I don’t even mention my wife to her or any other woman I deal with. Fatima is off limits and I make that clear up front with them so there won’t be any misunderstandings.
I still haven’t been responding to her messages or calls, I decided to deal with her later. Right now I needed to make peace at home, which is why I agreed to Fatima finally going back to work. I figured that’ll keep her off my back and I could continue doing me. I knew after a while though, Karla would start acting jealous and shit if I kept ignoring her, but she’ll be alright.
Thirty minutes later I pulled into the Radisson parking lot and text her letting her know that I was there. She replied with the room number and I headed that way. Once I got on the floor and knocked on the door, Sabrina answered it naked with a glass of champagne in her hand.
“Hey daddy, I missed you” She greeted me as she pulled me into the room and slid her tongue in my mouth.
She tasted like sweet strawberries.
“Hmm I missed you too baby, Damn!” I said as I bit her bottom lip and slapped her naked ass.
Why
don’t you get out of those clothes and come soak in the tub with me. I already have it waiting for us and you can start there by showing me how much you miss me” she said seductively as she started unbuckling my pants.
Sabrina may have been young, but she was trained! She was a stripper back in Atlanta before deciding to want better of her life, so she’s been around the block before. She never asked me was I married even though I always wore my band faithfully, she never nagged me, and always waited until I contacted her first before we talked; with the exception of now letting me know that she was here.
We had fun with no questions asked or no promises made and that’s the way I liked it. Soon as I was fully undressed, I followed Sabrina into the bathroom where a big round Jacuzzi tub was full of water and bubbles with candles lit around it.
“I see somebody was waiting on Daddy” I said as I slid into the hot water and held my hand out for her to get in.
“I told you I missed you baby, what have you been up to?” Sabrina questioned as she sat between my legs and grabbed the loofa.
“The usual, working and church” I responded as I took the loofa out of her hand and started washing her back with it.
“I still can’t believe you’re a deacon” Sabrina laughed.
“Why not?”
“Well first off, you don’t look like one. The deacons I grew up seeing were old and looked like they already had one foot in the grave. And second you just don’t act like it” she explained.
“How do deacons act?” I questioned as I started rubbing her breast in a circular motion as she laid back against my chest.
“Definitely not like this” she said as she turned around and positioned herself on top of me in a squat position on top of me.
I lifted her up lightly as I grabbed ahold of my dick so she could slid down on it which is exactly what she did.
“Shit” I whispered out loud as I felt the mixture of her tight pussy and the warm water.
I started biting on her nipples and she bounced up and down on my dick. Between the sounds of the water splashing and moans, we were making fucking music. This was the first time I didn’t use a condom with Sabrina or any other woman I fucked outside of my wife with the exception of Karla because her ass had a hysterectomy and I didn’t have to worry about having any mishaps with her. Although I had a vasectomy, there were still diseases out here and I definitely couldn’t deal with that!
I knew I was fucking up by not using protection with Sabrina, but this pussy was too good to climb out off! We fucked for about twenty minutes in the tub, with her coming back to back. She finally stood up and let the water out of the tub and cut the shower on so we could rinse off.
Once we were done, we took the action into the room where I threw her on the bed and proceeded to finish what I started in the tub. I grabbed both of her legs and pinned them behind her head and up against the headboard and started pounding the hell out of her pussy! Again, I didn’t have protection on, but at this point I just didn’t give a damn.
“That’s right baby, get this shit!” Sabrina yelled out as she tried to thrust her hips to match my rhythm.
She was making her pussy walls grip my dick and that alone was making me about to cum. I wanted to pull out of her but somehow Sabrina freed her legs from my grip and had them wrapped tightly around my hips. Fuck it! I thought to myself as I sped up the pace and finally came.
Suddenly I felt a real wet substance, I pulled out of her to see what looked like sperm dripping from the head of my dick. I don’t know if it was Sabrina’s juices or what, but I started to panic badly!
MARCUS
It’s funny how Karla’s stick figure ass thinks she’s so much better than me. I peeped game a long time ago with her ass! The only reason I put up with her is to make sure I have tabs on the bitch like I’m supposed too! That’s right, I’m not really that bitch’s friend or personal shopper as she has these country ass folks thinking.
Matter of fact, I’m fucking her man! You heard me right, I’m fucking Reverend Paul Stanley and enjoying every bit of it! I know folks think I’m messy for doing this, but so what! I hate bitches who always think their shit don’t stink and look their noses down on other people; and that’s exactly how Karla’s ass is!
Anyways, Paul and I hooked up a couple of months back when he went to North Carolina for a conference and I was there visiting this other trade that I hook up with from time to time. Unless I told you, you couldn’t tell that I was really a man.
I was flawless honey from my head down to my size seven feet! Growing up as a little boy in this country ass town, I was always called a pretty boy, faggot and sissy. I never played with the boys or got dirty. I knew I was different when I always wanted to do the exact same things the girls wanted to do. Hell I would cry when I wasn’t invited to their sleepovers! I didn’t care that it was for girls only, shit I considered myself one of the girls.
My momma was always hoeing around and got into drugs, and I’m not sure about my daddy so my grandma raised me. Even though I knew she didn’t approve of my lifestyle, she has always been here for me and loved me unconditionally. So as I got older, I knew that if I wanted to become the woman I was meant to be, that I needed to leave Alexandria and broaden my horizons.
Soon as I graduated high school, I left the next day with the graduation money my grandma gave me, and the money I had saved up from working and hauled ass. I always wanted to go to LA so I went there. I had no idea what I was going to do there and knew no one. I had a total of $3,700 to my name. I got a lil efficiency I rented from this old couple that was located in back of their house. Next, I ended up getting a job as a bar tender in a strip club called Clermont Lounge where I met folks and learned all the tricks of the trade.
I was still newly transitioning then to become a woman, so people still knew I was a man. But I was a pretty man with light complexion, natural curly hair, hazel eyes and slim build. I was taking the hormone pills but I felt they were moving too slow. But never the less, I was accepted for who I was. The shit I was going through wasn’t uncommon there anyway.
As time grew, everyone that came into the club knew who Marcus was. Some of the baddest strippers in the club took me under their wing and that’s when I started blossoming into the bad bitch of a woman I am. I was still bartending where I was making good ass money, but my side hustle is what put me over the top. I started meeting dudes who were fascinated by my looks and wanted to fuck me. So I let them know that they had to pay in order to play with me.
Within six months of being in LA, I had moved into a two bedroom condo and pushing a brand new Infinity truck. You would be shocked at how many athletes, husbands, lawyers, doctors, that I had filling up my pockets and sucking my dick in the process. By then I had my titties and ass done to the perfect proportion. I also had my Adams apple shaved down so it wouldn’t be noticeable. I made sure I worked out religiously to keep my stomach and abs intact also.
I made sure my hair stayed laid with my routine sew in of Malaysian; and I faithfully stayed getting my manicure, pedicure and eyebrows threaded every two weeks. I had transformed into a woman that real women wanted to be like. The only thing that really confirmed that I was a man was what was swinging between my legs. Getting my dick snipped was gonna be the last thing I did to be complete, but it seemed like the men I was with loved the fact that I had it and paid more, so I just put that on the back burner.
While I was doing my thing in LA, I made sure to send money back home to my grandma. She took care of me without one complaint and I was gonna make sure that she wanted for nothing. She would always say how she wanted me to come home to visit, but I would always come up with an excuse as to why I couldn’t.
Truth was, Alexandria was suffocating and I didn’t want to go back there no time soon. The only reason I’m back here now is because my grandma was diagnosed with breast cancer and I’m here to take care of her.
Back to the Pastor. I was in North Carolina meeting up with a d
ude I had dealt with from time to time. He was a judge that liked to get freaky as hell and have his ass licked. He flew me out there for a weekend fuck fest between us. The hotel we were scheduled to stay in just happened to be holding the conference that Paul was attending.
I guess the good judge didn’t know that when he booked it, because once my plane landed I got the text saying he couldn’t risk being seen and that I could stay there for the weekend since the room was already paid for. He also said he would try to come over late night for my little goodies and still pay me like he promised.
Initially I was pissed that I had come all this way for nothing, but when I saw that he made good on his word and deposit $5,800 into my bank account, I was satisfied. I decided to head over to the hotel and just chill for the weekend since I was already here.
Imagine my surprise when I bumped into Paul getting off the elevator heading to my room. Of course he didn’t recognize me, but I knew exactly who he was. He was fine as ever and made my dick jump when I saw him. Paul being the hoe that he was known to be, flirted with me and asked for my number so we could catch up later.
I laughed as I stood there listening to him trying to run game on me, not knowing I already knew what time it was with him. We exchanged numbers, and that night when I was settled in Paul sent me a text asking if he can come by my room for a drink. Drink my ass, but I told him he could. Soon as he came to my room, he tried to play coy and ask me a bunch of questions as if he was trying to get to know me.
“What is it that you want from me Paul, you want to fuck; because if you do I have no problem with that” I blurted out to him not beating around the bush.
“Well you waste no time in knowing what you want do you?” he laughed nervously.
“Time is something I hate to waste besides money” I said shrugging my shoulders as I got up and went to get me a bottle of Patron from the mini bar.
“I agree with that” Paul said as he came up from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.