No Crying Over the Mistress

Showers are a gift from the Gods! The steam, body scrubs, shampooing, the way the water hits my back and my face. When I was growing up, we didn’t have a shower in the house, only a bathtub and for eighteen years I took a bath every night. I honestly can’t remember the last time I took a bath now. I shower like two, three times a day… Just for the experience, just for the relaxation it brings.

I stepped out the shower and grabbed a towel wrapping it around my waist. The bathroom was spotless, it was always spotless, my wife just didn’t play when it came to a clean home. Hell, after only two years of marriage I was trained to pick up every towel, wash every dish and to use a coaster. I took my left hand and wiped the steam off the window. My wedding band catching my eye, I never took it off, never.

Letting the water in the sink get hot, I washed my face with some Apricot Scrub, brushed my teeth. Trimmed any loose hairs around my goatee and just stared at myself. I was a man that had it all, the American Dream and I also lived every single day with the fear that my wife would find out I had a side ho. I guess I could call her a mistress or “the other woman” but the truth was, I was spending money out of our household to take care of this woman. I wasn’t falling in love with her, it was just sex. Really good, really nasty sex. Something my wife just didn’t have time for; don’t get me wrong, when we had it, it was amazing! But it happens to far and between for my liking.

Just thinking about her, how excited she gets when I send her a text and tell her I found some time for her or when I bring her some flowers or actually take her somewhere. There’s nothing like that “grateful sex” you get from a woman that’s just not used to getting a lot. It’s like tonight, she wants to go see a movie so I told her to find a nice out of the way theater and restaurant and I’ll make the time. All day, she’s been texting me about what she’s going to wear and what we’re going to see. I don’t even think my wife would sit thru a two hour movie, let alone get excited about it.

I kept my towel wrapped, dried my feet off on the rug and walked across the cold hard wood floors to the closet. A pair of grey slacks, a white button down shirt and a burgundy v-neck sweater from would be my attire for the night. Black belt, black loafers, Skagen watch with the blue face and black leather band and Kenneth Cole Black Cologne. I was a little bit of a perfectionist when it came to me appearance.

Black boxers, burgundy socks and black tank top underneath and in ten minutes my outfit was on and I was ready to go.

Stepping out the closet, walking over to the dresser to get my wallet, keys and money clip I could feel her standing in the door.

“You look nice, where are you getting ready to go?”

The thing about lying to your wife is simple; you can’t actually tell a lie. Because no matter how much she trusts you, she’ll check up on you sooner or later and she’ll remember where you said you were going two months from now. So, I always had a real live event, party, social function scheduled for whenever I was going to go see my side ho. And the reason is, if my wife asks questions or if she decides she wants to go, I’ll have a real place to take her. An alibi that doesn’t depend on a friend that might want to sleep with her or something else.

“Benjamin is having a little get together tonight for his birthday, I know we don’t talk like we used to but he’s a pretty cool guy. I thought I would go over there and have a couple of drinks, give my well wishes.” She walked over to where I was standing in front of the dresser, “Hold this.” She handed me her wine glass.

“You smell good; I didn’t know if that sweater would fit you, you’ve lost a little weight lately. Let me fix your collar.”

Her fingers grazed my neck while she was straightening my collar, she was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt about that. A pair of pink boy shorts, a white tank top, no bra. Her body screamed fuck me, but she just didn’t like to fuck. It was weird, but I married her knowing that.

“I think I want to go, where is it.” I couldn’t show her that I wanted with all my heart for her to stay her ass at home.

“It’s at Hotel ZaZa.”

“I love their Martinis! I want to go.” I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into my body.

“Baby, I want you to go, but you know it’s going to take you a minute to be ready and I don’t want to be too late.” She looked up at me and gave me a peck on the lips.

“Boy! It takes you way longer than it takes me, I got my hair fixed earlier and I just got out the shower so let me throw on a little makeup, I have the perfect dress and shoes and I’ll be like thirty minutes. Go downstairs, fix yourself a drink, listen to some music and I’ll be down shortly.” She kissed me again, this time with her full lips and tongue.

“Al, I know it’s been awhile and I know how much sex means to you. So, I’m going to pack us a bag and we can just get a room tonight at ZaZa. We’ll call into tomorrow and maybe go to the beach, I know Galveston isn’t exactly the Bahamas but I want to spend a weekday enjoying my husband.”

I just watched her taking off her clothes and walking into her closet, she really was breathtaking. The truth was, I would trade one night of drinking and dancing and eating and sex with my wife for a hundred with a side ho.

“That’s a great idea baby; I’m looking forward to it. I’ll make reservations for a room downstairs. Hey… I forgot, let me go fill up and run to the liquor store to buy him a bottle before it turns nine. By the time I get back, you should be ready.”

I grabbed my keys, took the stairs two at a time and went down to the garage. I kept my second phone in my car and my wife hated driving so I wasn’t worried about her snooping around in here. I jumped in, let up the garage and backed out. I waited until I cleared the corner before I called Erica.

“Hey baby! Are you on your way, I’m almost ready!” I could hear the excitement in her voice.

“Change of plans E.” I didn’t really feel bad; I just sort of felt dirty for having to justify my actions to a woman I had no real ties to.

“You promised Allen!”

“I know I promised baby, but things happen. It’s not like I planned this, I just forgot. I’m going to make it up to you.”

“You’re always “going to make something up” to me! I get tired of the SAME SHIT OVER AND OVER! I WANT A REAL MAN IN MY LIFE! I’VE BEEN FUCKING WITH YOU FOR A YEAR AND WE’VE SPENT THREE NIGHTS TOGETHER!? THREE NIGHTS!!!” She was yelling and crying and I was so over it already.

“What do you want me to say?! You knew what was up when I met you; there was no cloak and dagger SHIT! I told you I was married, I told you my wife was going to come first! HELL, I WAS WITH MY WIFE AND YOU STILL CAME UP TO ME WHEN SHE WENT OUTSIDE TO TAKE THAT CALL! So, don’t start whining and shit tonight because I can’t take you to a movie. IT’S A FUCKING MOVIE!”

I didn’t mean to get mad at her, but how much can a man take. She pursued me, not the other way around. She knew I was married.

“THE MOVIE ISN’T THE POINT ALLEN! THE POINT IS I LOVE YOU…. OKAY!!! I FUCKING LOVE YOU! I DON’T KNOW WHEN IT HAPPENED, IT JUST HAPPENED. I KNOW YOU’RE MARRIED BUT HOW CAN YOU LOVE YOUR WIFE WHEN YOU’RE OVER HERE WITH YOUR HEAD IN-BETWEEN MY LEGS AND HOLDING ME TWO ARE THREE TIMES A WEEK!?”

She loves me, is this bitch crazy? I was really about to lose it now.

“DID YOU ASK ME, HOW CAN I?! BECAUSE YOU’RE FINE! BECAUSE I THOUGHT WE HAD AN UNDERSTANDING! I’M NOT FUCKING HEARTLESS, I DO CARE ABOUT YOU BUT I’M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I NEVER WILL BE!”

I could here her hyperventilating.

“YOU NEVER WILL BE! I’VE BEEN PLANNING FOR THIS NIGHT ALL WEEK, WE MEET AT HOTELS THAT I HAVE TO GET IN MY NAME. WE MEET AT RESTAURANTS THAT HAVE NO FUCKING STYLE! IT’S LIKE I’M YOUR DIRTY LITTLE SECRET! I CAN’T TELL MY FRIENDS ABOUT YOU! YOU DAMN SURE AREN’T GOING TO TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT ME!”

She gets them in her name but I give her the cash, I guess she’s forgetting about that part.

“I’m just tired Allen… I’m just tired of not having anyone to hold me at night; you’re over there with her. Talking about HER day, eating dinner with HER, cooking dinner with HER, watching Monday Night Football WITH HER and I’m the bitch you call when you want your dick sucked before you go to work. How do you think that makes me feel?”

It should make you feel like you give good head, that’s a compliment. I just held the phone as I walked in the store. I guess she needed to vent.

“HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FUCKING FEEL!!!!? I JUST NEED MORE TIME DADDY! I just need more time; I miss you when we’re not together.”

I wanted to hang up in her face, I was excited about spending the night with my wife, but I wasn’t stupid. You didn’t just throw a woman away. Because she would find a way to get back at you.

“I know you miss me Erica, I know you do. And believe me when I tell you, I miss you too at times. But this isn’t going to end with me leaving my wife. With her going out the back door and you coming in the front. It never was and I won’t lie to you like it is now. If you can’t handle what we have, then you should move around, go get a man of your own baby girl. Someone that can be there when you call, someone that can walk around the Galleria with you or can take you to concerts or the Breakfast Club or Rockets Games; because I can’t do it! I can’t risk one of my wife’s friends seeing me with you. Yeah I know that shit sounds cold, but it’s the truth.”

There was a thin line between keeping it real and running game. I liked to think I played the line perfectly. I knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

“SO WHAT!? YOU DON’T CARE IF I LEAVE AL! YOU WOULD JUST LET ME WALK OUT OF YOUR LIFE?! AM I THAT FUCKING EXPENDABLE TO YOU! DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH, I MEAN HOW BITCHES DO YOU HAVE ON THE SIDE! I FUCKING I HATE YOU!! I SWEAR I HATE YOU!!!”

And now that she’s all hot like this, the next time I see her, she’s going to do everything in her power to try and make me stay. Checkmate.

“Listen E, I’m not going to do this; I just called you to cancel for tonight because I figured you deserve that much. But all this drama, you yelling and crying… that’s not for me baby. I understand you’re hurt and you caught feelings but charge that shit to the game. The next time you want a man, go find one that’s either single or has a woman at home that you know for a fact you can replace. I know I’m as asshole for cheating on my wife, but she’s just always tired. Between her working and doing charitable and social events, she just doesn’t have time for the sort of sex drive I have. It was good meeting you Erica, I mean that.”

“Is this goodbye Allen… Seriously, you’re going to tell me goodbye over the phone. Don’t I at least deserve a goodbye in person… please? I won’t ask to see you again; I just want to see you one last time. Please…”

I just held the phone, I had every intention on seeing her young freaky ass again, but the thing was. I had to put her in her place. If I let her think she could just pull a temper tan tantrum and get her way… she would do it all the time.

There are two types of side chicks. The ones that need you financially and sexually, those are the best ones because it’s simply an arrangement. They probably date and have broke boyfriends, whatever. Maybe they’re just single and need some good sex. You can walk away from those women easy. And then you have single women that want something serious but their willing to settle for half a man. They have homes, cars, good jobs; they don’t need your money or even sex. They just want a relationship and they feel like they can take you. Those women are the worse because they love hard and they only get the good parts of you.

“I can’t come tonight or tomorrow. I’ll try to come by this weekend.”

“If you can’t come see me at least tomorrow, I’ll hurt myself Allen; I’m not saying this to get your attention. I’m saying it because I miss you; I just need to see you. You’ve done this to me, if you didn’t want me in your life, you shouldn’t have made love to me the way you did. Treated me the way you do!”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself Erica, just calm down and I’ll see you this weekend. I have to go.”

I hung up the phone and cut if off, filled up and headed back towards our house to pick up my wife. I got a text on my regular cell; I could see it lightening up on my consul.

“If something happens to me or the baby, it’s on you!”

I ALMOST LOST CONTROL OF THE CAR BECAUSE THE TEXT CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD! WE DIDN’T USE CONDOMS BUT SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS ON THE PILL, HOW FUCKING STUPID WAS I?! COULD SHE BE PREGNANT…? HMMMM…

I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it, if she did hurt herself or a baby, what did it matter.

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Tears of the Fall… Complete Edition

“Say what you have to say and leave! I’m tired, it’s raining and to be honest I really don’t have shit to say to you! You have four minutes.”

I felt like a stalker. She changed her number, she moved out our apartment and no one knew or would tell me where she was staying and she’d blocked me on everything from Facebook to Hotmail. The only place I knew to find her was her job. I wasn’t trying to make her office gossip so I didn’t wait in the lobby or walk up to her floor. I just drove the parking garage until I saw her car and waited.

When things are going good, when she’s calling seconds after she’s left the house just to say she loves me. When our text vary from explicit to romantic to silly, when all my friends compare our relationship to theirs. When things were like that I could never have seen this coming. Seeing her, standing in front of me, her arms crossed. Cell phone in one hand, keys in the other, the hatred in her eyes.

A month ago I would have killed any man that made her feel that way.

But today I was the man that was at the center of her resentment, her wrath.

“Can we just go somewhere and have a drink? Talk.”

“If I was in hell and there were two glasses of water I still wouldn’t have a drink with your bitch ass. Now you have three and a half minutes! Say what the fuck you need to say and leave me alone. Please! Please!”

“You don’t have to fucking talk to me like this!” I slapped the car next to me and stepped towards her. She flinched but didn’t back away.

“I wish you would put your hands on me. I wish you would… You don’t have the right to touch me again! I hate you! Stupid! I hate you! You know what, your five minutes are up!” She turned to get in her car!

I grabbed her arm!

She slapped me!

I grabbed her other arm, she pushed me off and slapped me again! I pushed her to the opening of the parking garage. The rain was falling on us both, I could feel her fighting me, struggling to get lose but I needed her to hear me!

“Was what I did so wrong?! It was before we met, before I knew you! All the guys that fucked over you! The family that used you! I never hurt you! I never gave you a reason not to trust me, not to give me the benefit of the doubt! So how the hell could you just give up on me?! I deserve that shit!?”

“This isn’t about deserve!!! Fuck everyone else! Those other guys may have been full of shit but I knew they were! My family may get on my nerves but they’re blood! You let me believe that you were perfect! I gave more of myself to you than I thought was capable… And you were lying to me the entire time. No one is, was or will ever be capable of hurting me the way you did. No one. You broke me… You may as well push me over the edge.”

I let her go and turned around. She started hitting me on the back, trying to scratch me with her keys! I just walked away, ignoring her blows…

“WALK AWAY! WALK AWAY BITCH! YOU LIAR! YOU’RE A LIAR! JUST PUSH ME! PUSH ME OVER THE EDGE! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I CHANGED MY NUMBERS AND MOVED AND ERASED YOU! BECAUSE TRYING TO FORGET YOUR BITCH ASS EXSISTED IS BETTER THAN HAVING TO DEAL WITH SEEING YOU! KNOWING I HATE YOU AND LOVE YOU AT THE SAME DAMN TIME!”

I turned around and picked her up, pushed her against the column! Her teeth sank into my lips! I could taste the blood, my hand pushed up her skirt!

The column blocked us from behind, the car blocked people from seeing us and the elements provided the backdrop!

“Make me forget I hate you! Make me forget!”

Her tears made me hard!

Her tears broke my heart!

 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Our faces were so close, our lips just millimeters apart. I could feel the wetness from her tears on my face, I could feel the wetness from between her thighs on my fingertips.

“I’ve been with other men, since you broke my heart I’ve been with other men. Do you still want me? Do you still want to be inside of me?!”

Her hands were gripping my face, forcing me to look at her. I couldn’t look at her.

I couldn’t hear this.

“Look at me! Look at me! I hate you! I… Hate… You.” She kissed me, her tongue deep in my mouth. Her hands in my hair, her fingernails digging in my neck.

“Can you taste them?! Can you taste them?! Because I can taste her! I can taste her now. There were three or four of them inside of me, on me, just so I could forget about you! Just so I could hurt you! I knew you’d find me! I knew you wouldn’t let me go. And now that you’re here, now that you’re holding me, trying to make me forget about her! You’ll have to live with the same nightmares I live with! I fucked them in our bed, on your pillow, I started to call you so that you could hear! You still miss me baby? You still want me baby? Or do you hate me like I hate you now?!

“FUUUUUCK! FUUUCK! STOP IT! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!”

Grabbing her neck and turning her around, her hands braced against the column in the crowded parking garage. I pushed up her skirt even further, ripped off her panties. I tugged at my belt, my zipper.

She turned around and slapped me!

“If you want this! If this is what you need! Look at me! Look at me and see those men in my eyes! They were bigger than you! Better than you! I did things with them I’d never do with you!”

“Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth!”

I put my hand over her mouth, she bit me! Slapped me again! I grabbed her face and kissed her! I saw their faces…

I saw their faces….

The fight left me, she fell to the ground, her hands in her head. Sobbing like she just got the most devastating news of her life. I hit the car! I hit the car again! And again! And again!

I screamed! I couldn’t hold the pain in, I couldn’t imagine life without her but seeing her on the ground crying, seeing my own reflection in the window of the car I knew things could never be like they once were.

“It’s not what you think! Stop saying that! Stop lying to me! There was no one else, you haven’t been with anyone else!

 

Taking Another Man’s Wife (Spring Edition)

I didn’t know any women that had heart attacks at twenty five but the way my heart was beating out my chest I think I just may be the first in my circle of friends. All he talked about was how he didn’t care and how this was all fun and games. If that was the case, why was my husband yelling and screaming at me, trying his best to kick in the bedroom door?

He approached my husband and told him everything, piecing together the story there was an altercation and from there he came straight here. If it wasn’t for the call I got right before I was about to open the door I think I’d be lying on the ground with his hands around me.

“Raquel, you should leave! You should leave now! He knows…” I had a million questions, I didn’t have any questions. But I knew when I heard the tires screech and the door slam that he wasn’t trying to hear me out. And without actually knowing what he’d told him there was no way for me to lie. Grabbing my keys and trying to make it to the garage crossed my mind but running out the house in a tank top and panties with no purse wasn’t the best option.

His key was shaking in the door, I had the deadbolt on hoping that would cool him off but when I heard the first kick I was afraid for my life. For the first time in my existence I was afraid that the man I slept next to every night would hurt me. What scared me most was the silence, he wasn’t screaming, he wasn’t cursing or asking questions. He was just trying to get to me.

“I don’t want to call the police, please calm down so we can talk about this! Please baby!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Each kick sounded like thunder, sitting on the bed, my phone in my hand. Did I have a choice but the call the police? If he killed me or hit me I couldn’t blame him, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, shoes and no socks. I couldn’t call the police, I couldn’t ruin his life like I was pretty sure I’d ruined our marriage. If he came through that door he was going to have a hell of a fight on his hands! I’d never let a man hit me before and I don’t care how mad he was, I wasn’t going to let him start now.

I’d never actually used it but I remembered him giving it to me last Christmas, it was in my sock drawer. I ran over throwing socks everywhere until I found it. The taser was supposed to be able to take down a full sized bear. Putting that much electricity into him wasn’t ideal but it was better than him choking me to death.

The door came open and there was blood on the front of his shirt, his right eye was closed and his chest was heaving up and down! The knuckles on his right hand looked busted and he just stood there looking at me.

“It’s not what you think! It’s not! Just talk to me… Tell me what’s going on!” I kept the bed between us and my hand on the taser in my hoodie. His silence was scaring me more than his bruises.

“Are you really pregnant?”

Shit! Did he know I wasn’t or was he thinking back to all the stories I’d told him? If I told him I wasn’t would he attack me? He was certain about the affair but we could survive that… I know we can survive that. But we wouldn’t survive me lying about a baby.

Taking Another Man’s Wife Scene V

Heartless

She wanted me to feel bad, she wanted to be the victim, she wanted me to tell her to leave me alone and go home to her sucker ass husband. But why would I do that? Women like Raquel only understand one thing and that’s power.

Letting her know how much I wanted her, how much I needed to feel her and talk to her. That was the quickest way for me to lose her. But treating her like she meant nothing, ignoring calls and fucking her like she was just another whore. That turned her on because that excited her.

Her husband made love to her, he gave her whatever she wanted and took her word for gold. If a woman tells me she’s pregnant in the middle of an argument every antenna I have is going to go up. When she told him he went and took out another life insurance policy on himself and probably started thinking of names.

Could I blame him? Yes and no. If there was ever a woman who’s sexually abilities could make you believe that we lived on the moon instead of earth it’s Rocky. Everything she wore screamed sex, her lips, her hair, her skin, her laugh. From the moment I saw her knew I wanted her and I did everything in my power to make it happen.

The other day in the parking lot on top of my car with the rain falling on us. It was my first time ever being inside of her without a condom and it was the best sex of my LIFE! Choking her, cursing her, slapping her ass. That got me off but I wanted to touch her face and kiss her. When she moved her mouth all that anger came crashing out of me! And the rougher I got, the wetter she got!

He was good enough to kiss, good enough to sleep in bed with but I was just some guy that gave her a ‘break from her boring life.’ She would shower everytime I was inside of her, no matter how many times she would shower afterwards. Lying on the bed, playing with my phone pretending I didn’t know she was washing my smell off of her. Soaping the evidence away. It made me sick to my stomach and it made me hate him! Because I could never hate her!  

Whether she knew it or not she talked about him a lot, ‘He loves when I wear red, he doesn’t beat the pussy up the way you do. I feel like I’m a doll when I’m with him.’ Did he know that she wouldn’t fuck me without a condom but she didn’t have a problem swallowing my cum?

If he didn’t know he was going to learn today! She was pregnant and she didn’t love him! He didn’t deserve her! He went to the gym every Tuesday and Thursday to play basketball after work, that’s when we would meet in whatever parking lot or cheap ass motel. Today I told her I had to go out of town for work but that wasn’t the truth.

Today her husband would find out that the world he thought existed was bullshit! That the woman he thought was perfect was nothing more than my bitch! Sitting in the parking lot, waiting for him to come out I knew this was going to end with one of us getting hurt but I didn’t care. If I had to live with the pain of the woman I loved being touched by another man then he would have to live with that same pain. Whether it was his wife or not!

I was taking another man’s wife and I’ll be damned if he was going to stop me!

 

Taking Another Man’s Wife coming to Amazon soon…