Giving Him Something He Can Feel (7 page)

Alex liked to grab and pull my hair, flip me over, and smack my ass wildly. You know that break your back thug fucking. When he wanted, he turned me out and made me ride his dick. He would throw me on the wall and pound me from the back. Yeah Alex was one of those take-control type of niggas, something Caine’s ass would never think of doing. The only thing I got from Caine was missionary or doggie style, which was straight boring. I couldn’t get enough of that dude Alex. He got me. I didn’t have to explain shit. Most of all there was no damn commitment and his sex was the bomb. He always made me feel like I was in heaven and God’s angels were singing to me. I just couldn’t seem to resist his ass. I’d been seeing him for about a year or so at that point. I was happy with the dick, I protected myself with him, and most of all Caine had no idea.

“Hello,” I said answering the phone. I loved getting phone calls from him.

“What’s up gorgeous?” His voice was so damn sexy, a mixture between Barry White and Teddy Pendergrass. I smiled instantly.

“Nothing much, just thinking about you,” I said with a little chuckle.

“Look at you, always know what to say to a nigga and shit,” he laughed.

“Hey, I ain’t no Whitney Houston but
I
Learned from the Best.
”

We both shared a laugh and he began to delight me with more of his conversation. I had to admit the brother was smooth and intelligent which I liked. He was telling me how he was spending even more time with his daughter and about his crazy ass baby mama named Lola. To me Alex was the overall package. He was funny, smart, and handsome, believed in God, and took good care of his child. However, what it ultimately came down to was I was married. However, no matter how tempting Alex was or how perfect he seemed to me, I was not willing to let Caine go for several reasons. For one, I wasn’t about to fuck up my money flow and two I was not sure if the grass was greener on the other side.

After a lengthy conversation, Alex decided to come over. I explained Caine was at work and wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours. A few minutes later the doorbell rang, I peeked out the window to see who it was, and like clockwork, it was
Alex.

Damn that was quick.

I wasn’t expecting him for at least another fifteen or twenty minutes. I went downstairs to answer the door and I started feeling nervous. Not the typical, butterflies in my stomach nervous, but more like bitch-you-gonna-get-caught nervous. I closed my eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and forced myself to calm down; it wasn’t the first time and probably wouldn’t be the last, so a bitch had to get it together.

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 coming 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.