My Woman His Wife Saga

by Anna J. Forrest

Genres: African American; African American Urban; African American Women's Fiction; Women's Fiction

Synopsis

If you thought having a threesome could wreak havoc on a relationship, Monica will prove you one hundred percent correct and then some. Monica shows you why even the mere thought of having a ménage à trois with your spouse and an outsider should never enter your imagination.

Release date: October 27, 2015

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 480

Sample

Imagine that, imagine that, imagine that, imagine . . .

At five foot two, 136 pounds, dark chocolate skin, and almond eyes, sexy Monica was standing over me topless, in a red thong, and giving me one hell of a show. My girl was popping it like she was trying to get rent money and only had two days left to scrape it up. You would think there was a pole in the center of the bed the way she was rotating and grinding her body to the beat of the music.

My eyes were fixed on hers as she did a sensual butterfly all the way down until the lips of her tunnel kissed my stomach, leaving a wet spot where they landed. She bent over and a tattoo spelling her name in neat cursive peeked out over the band of her thong. She took her right nipple into her mouth and caressed the other as she continued to move to the beat of the music. Her body seemed to shimmer as light from outside landed on her skin.

Stepping off the bed, she bent over to remove her thong, afterward hooking it onto my foot. A dildo magically appeared as she crawled toward me. My legs spread invitingly when her lips made contact with the space behind my right knee. I heard R. Kelly hyping it up with the guitar, making the love of my life sweat just a little.

Well, the second love of my life. While I was laying there, legs spread eagle and playing with my clit, I can’t even get into it because I knew I should be at home with my husband and two kids. I could just get up and go, but I didn’t feel like the drama and tears I had to see every time I was ready to leave. I knew in my heart that I had no damn business being there in the first place, but I was thinking with my pussy in anticipation of all the wonderful orgasms I would have. Shit at home died down a long time ago, but it wasn’t until I found myself lying there looking up at another woman’s breasts did the guilt set in.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I knew I should be at home making love to my husband, but he wasn’t producing multiple orgasms like Monica. She does things with her tongue no one has written about yet. She has ways of making me explode that my husband has no idea on how to find that spot, and I can forget about him lasting all night. The five minutes he gives me I can do myself. I need satisfaction that my own hands don’t produce, and Monica gives me what I need without any questions.

I don’t want to have to tell my partner what I want. After all these years, he should already know what makes me cum. If you’re going to hit it from the back, put a finger in my asshole or leave a handprint on my ass cheek. Take it with one of my legs on your shoulder while you use your thumb to play with my clit. While I’m riding, take both of my nipples into your mouth at the same time. Do something besides pound me all hard for five minutes then roll over and fall asleep.

Then, if that wasn’t enough, this fool wanted to invite company into our bed. And that’s why I’m in this mess now.

It all started about two months before the twins’ fourth birthday. It had already been eight months since my husband and I had so much as fondled each other, let alone had any actual sexual contact. He had been on my last nerve about having a threesome with some hoochie he’d met, and I was about tired of hearing it. All I got was five minutes. What was he gonna do? Break it down to two and a half minutes between the both of us? He must have been suffering from too much radiation from sitting up in that news station all day or something. And what the hell was this girl and I supposed to do? She could munch all the carpet she wanted to, but I don’t get down like that!!!

Back in the day, my husband and I made love constantly. It was nothing to be bent over the kitchen counter getting served from behind. He would be stroking me from the back with one finger playing with my clit and the other in my asshole, while kissing my neck and talking dirty to me all at the same time. I would ride him in the dining room chair until my legs hurt, and he would then pick me up and lay me on the table, devouring me from feet to head, and not necessarily in that order. He liked for me to hold my lips open so my clit stood right out as he simultaneously sucked on it and fingered me with three fingers the way I liked it.

All of that stopped for one reason or another. It got to the point where this fool started leaving notes around the house, practically begging me to jump on board. One night he tried to show me a picture of the girl, and I just snapped. What part of “no” didn’t he understand, the “n” or the “o”?

“Babe, just hear me out,” he said, pleading on his knees at my side of the bed. “You won’t even listen to what I have to say.”

I remembered the days when he would be on his knees on my side of the bed, only my legs would be thrown over his shoulders as his lips and tongue would have me squirming and begging for mercy. But right then, the sight of him was contributing to my already pounding headache.

“James, I done told you fifty thousand damn times that I’m not doing it, so why do you keep asking me?”

He didn’t even realize that I was ready to bust him in the head with the alarm clock. Why wouldn’t he just go to sleep?

“Because you’re not keeping an open mind.”

“Would you want me to bring another dick into the bedroom?” I asked.

He looked at me like I was crazy and got up to go lay on his side of the bed.

That shut his ass right up, if only for a second. I was so damn tired of hearing about this Monica chick, I was ready to just go ahead and get it over with. This entire scenario was making me sick to my stomach. What his dumb ass didn’t realize is I might have gone along with it just to please him, but I’d be damned if I would be pressured into doing anything I wasn’t down for.

“So, is doing it in the bedroom the problem?” he asked in a desperate voice.

“What? Didn’t I just tell you I didn’t want to talk about it?”

“I’m just saying that if your concern is bringing her into our home I could easily get us a room over at the Hyatt or the Marriott.”

“James, how do you even know this girl? What kind of shit are y’all into over at T.U.N.N.?”

I’m guessing this fool couldn’t see the big-ass pile of salt on my shoulders. If we were in a cartoon, steam would’ve been coming out of my ears at that point.

“My buddy Damon hooked it up for me. It’s his wife’s sister or something like that. They do it all the time.”

That only made me wonder what kind of freaky shit her family was into. I don’t know too many people just putting their own flesh and blood out there like that.

“What do you know about her, James? This chick could be HIV positive for all we know. There is no cure for that!”

“We would all be using protection,” he said as if he was offended. Shit, I was offended he wouldn’t let it go.

“Will she be putting a condom around her mouth?” I asked. “Semen and saliva can carry the same shit.”

“Here you go taking the conversation to another level. Why can’t you just relax and enjoy life for once? It’s only this one time.”

“What I’m about to do is enjoy this six hours of sleep. Good night!” And with that, I turned my behind over and went to sleep.

Of course it wasn’t over. When I woke up, James was in the shower. As much as I hated to go in the bathroom while he was in there, I figured if I could at least brush my teeth, I could shower real quick and be out the house before he had a chance to come at me with some bullshit. I was hoping he wouldn’t bring this Monica shit up at 6:37 in the morning because I would hurt him.

By the time I was done brushing my teeth and cleansing my face, James was stepping out of the shower. Through the mirror I peeked at his toned body and semi-erect penis. At the age of thirty-two, standing at least six feet three inches, he still had the body of a college football player. He’s definitely well endowed, but what difference did it make if he was only good for five minutes? He caught my eye as he was drying off and a sly smile spread across his face as he covered his midsection with the towel and went into the bedroom. I hopped in the shower and lingered a little longer because it was his morning to get the kids ready.

When I stepped out of the streaming water and into our room, I could still smell his Cool Water cologne. That made me wet instantly, but he’d never know. I’d just as soon please myself than waste my shower on a few minutes with him. After putting my outfit together and plugging in the electric curling iron, I was finally able to sit on the bed and moisturize my skin. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a single yellow rose on my pillow and a piece of heart-shaped chocolate with “I Love You” printed on the foil resting next to it. I smiled but continued to rub my Happy by Clinque body lotion into my skin.

I loved my husband, and maybe we could talk about this entire threesome thing later.

Surprisingly, he had nothing to say at breakfast. He smiled a lot, and that just pissed me off. Not that I had any conversation for him, but his being quiet made me nervous. At least if he was talking I’d know how to vibe off him. He just sat there smiling the entire time, and that just made me suspicious.

When I started gathering my stuff up to leave for work, he already had my briefcase and files along with my lunch stacked all nice and neat in the passenger seat of my 2003 Blazer. I got a kiss on the cheek, and he even offered to take the kids to childcare for me. Something was definitely up, and I wasn’t at work for five minutes before I figured it out. I was looking through the files that I was supposed to be working on over the weekend when a hot pink folder that I didn’t remember having before caught my eye. When I opened it, a 5x7 photo of Monica was pasted to the left, and a three-page printout about her was on the opposite side. I was too shocked to be offended.

The pages included her date of birth, zodiac sign, likes and dislikes, a copy of her dental records, last HIV test results, and the results of her gynecologist exam, which I was glad to see were all negative. Her address and phone number were also included, along with directions on how to get to her house from my job off Map Quest. I had to laugh to keep from being pissed because I was sure my husband was going crazy.

If that wasn’t enough, further inspection produced a key card from the Hyatt and an invite to meet him and Monica at the hotel restaurant for dinner. A note, handwritten by James, said the kids would be at his mother’s house, and I should be at the hotel by seven. I put everything back in the folder and went to my first meeting of the day. I didn’t even want to think about that right now, and I had a few choice words for James later on.

When I returned to my office for lunch, I opened my door to at least three hundred yellow tulips crowding my space. On my desk sat a bouquet of tulips and white roses mixed in a beautiful Waterford crystal vase. My secretary informed me that they were delivered only ten minutes before I got there, and the card could be found next to the vase on my desk. I was too overwhelmed to think clearly and mechanically walked over to my desk to retrieve the card. It was in a cute yellow and white envelope to match the flowers, and was written with a gold pen. It read:


In that instant, I knew I would be at the hotel later. I figured this one time wouldn’t kill me, and it might spice up our love life so that it would be like it used to. I hoped I wasn’t making the biggest mistake of my life. After gathering my thoughts, I went on with the rest of my day, trying not to think about what I would be getting into later. I had a trial at two o’clock that I had to go to, and on my way there I mentally checked my schedule to make sure I would be out of the office by five and chillin’ in the suite by five thirty. That way I could freshen up and put on something sexy for dinner.

I got out of court at four thirty, having had my client’s charges dismissed. That made me feel great, and I planned to take the next two days off to celebrate. When I got back to the office, my secretary was smiling at me and holding a vase with at least two-dozen powder pink roses accompanied by another card. She gave them to me and offered to open my office door because my arms were full. When I walked in I almost dropped the bouquet I was holding because I was totally surprised. As if all the yellow tulips weren’t enough, my office was now crowded with just as many powder pink and white roses.

“Someone is either madly in love with you or is apologizing. Whatever it is, let me know your secret,” my secretary said as if she really wanted an answer. I just turned to her with a smile on my face, stepped to the side, and closed my door. Me and her weren’t cool like that, and then wasn’t the time to start.

I set the bouquet on my desk next to the one I received earlier. There was nowhere for me to sit, so I walked over to the picture window so I could gather my thoughts while I looked down onto the city from the twenty-third floor. The envelope holding the card smelled like Ralph by Ralph Lauren. That puzzled me for a second because I didn’t own that particular scent. When I opened the envelope and pulled the card out, little gold hearts and stars fell from it. The card was from Monica requesting my presence at the hotel later. I was flattered and speechless. Maybe she wasn’t that bad after all.

Deciding to head on over, I left my secretary with directions to have all of the ladies in our department come get a bouquet to put on their desks. I wanted my office cleaned out except for the two bouquets on my desk. On my way to my Blazer I called to check up on the kids before stopping at Victoria’s Secret for something sexy.

I decided on a cranberry spaghetti strap one-piece with matching thong. The gown was ankle length with thigh high splits on both sides, and the front dipped down all the way to my navel. The back opened to the middle of my back, showing off my curvaceous size ten, even after a set of twins. I purchased a bottle of Breathless perfume and a pair of sandals to match, and then made my way to the hotel.

When I got to the suite, pink and white rose petals decorated every inch of every room and floated in the Jacuzzi on top of rose-colored water. Yellow tulips sat in crystal vases around the living room and bedroom, and Maxwell’s Urban Hang Suite played softly in the background from invisible surround sound speakers. A mixture of pink and white rose petals and yellow tulip petals covered the California king-sized bed. A bottle of Alizé Red Passion sat in a crystal ice bucket accompanied by three wine glasses on the end table closest to the bathroom door. On the other table was a glass bowl filled with condoms.

A note was tucked into the mirror in the bathroom with instructions to meet my dinner guests in the dining room at seven o’clock sharp. It was already six thirty judging by the clock on the bedroom wall, so I stepped up the game as I showered, dressed, and did my hair in record time, all while not disturbing the romantic setup. I was walking into the dining room at five of seven. The waiter sat me in a cozy booth away from the other guests with a glass of Moet, a yellow tulip, and a powder pink rose courtesy of my husband and Monica. At exactly seven, my dinner guests walked in.

James was sharp, dressed in cream linen slacks with dark chocolate gator shoes that perfectly matched the button-down shirt with different shades of browns and tans swirled through it, compliments of Sean John fashions. His wedding band glistened and shined from the door, and the light bounced off it from all the way across the room. I could smell his Cool Water way before he reached the table.

Monica was equally impressive in a short, champagne-colored one piece that showed off perky breasts and fell just above her knee. The bottom of her dress had that tattered look and it accented her long, chocolate legs. Her toes peeked out of champagne stiletto sandals, and her soft, jetblack curls framed her face. Her makeup was flawless, and she smelled sweet.

I stood up as they made their way to the booth and couldn’t stop staring at them. When my husband and Monica reached the table, he gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my lips that made me wet instantly. He hadn’t kissed me like that in months. Monica gave me a soft kiss on my cheek, and James made sure we were both seated before he took his seat.

Before we could start conversing, the waiter was at our table with appetizers. We were served stuffed mushrooms and Caesar salad with glasses of Moet to wash it down. I glanced over at my husband periodically and couldn’t believe the thoughts I was having. For the first time in months, I wanted my husband the way a woman wants her man, and I couldn’t wait to get upstairs.

“Did you get the roses I sent you?” Monica asked between small bites of the crab-stuffed mushroom she was eating. She had the cutest heart-shaped mouth that made you want to kiss her. Her tongue darted out every so often to the corners of her mouth to remove whatever food or drink was there. That turned me on and made me wonder how her tongue would feel on my skin.

“Yes, thank you. They were nice.”

“Did you enjoy the tulips?” my husband asked, his eyes never leaving me. “I know yellow is your favorite color.”

Tonight, he looked different, kind of like he was in love with me all over again. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and his lips begged for me to kiss him. I wanted to so badly.

“Yes, baby, I did. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby. How’d your day go?”

Me, Monica, and James made conversation over the smoked salmon, wild rice, and mixed vegetables we were served for dinner. Before dessert was served, James and I slow danced to “Reunion” by Maxwell as I watched Monica from the dance floor. She swayed from side to side in her seat, never taking her eyes off me. I don’t know what she did when I wasn’t facing her, but when I did she looked me right in the eye, her facial expressions telling me what I had to look forward to.

As we danced, my husband held me close, his mouth on my ear singing the words to the song. His warm hands felt good on my bare back as he made small circles, massaging me. I truly felt like this was indeed our reunion because it had been a long time since we’d been like this. I closed my eyes and tightened my arms around his neck, enjoying the feel of him in my arms and me in his.

Slices of double chocolate cake waited for us when we got back to the table. I couldn’t touch mine because I was ready to go upstairs. James fed me and Monica his cake off the same fork, and that only made me more excited. I wanted to get this party started, but I went with the flow because I didn’t know what they had planned.

“Are you ready for ecstasy, baby?” my husband asked me after we finished dessert. Instead of answering, I grabbed both of them by the hand and led them out of the dining room.

Once we got into the elevator, James pulled us into a group hug, our heads resting on each of his shoulders. We looked at each other curiously, probably thinking about how far the other would go. Before I could react, Monica leaned over and kissed me, and it wasn’t a peck on the lips, either. She slid her tongue into my mouth, allowing my taste buds to sample the chocolate cake left on it from dessert. Her lips felt soft as she sucked on my bottom lip, then my top, causing a tingling sensation to shoot down my back, straight to my toes, and finally resting warmly on my clitoris.

I could taste a hint of her cherry lip gloss when my tongue touched the corner of her mouth. A moan escaped my lips when her hand made contact with the left side of my neck, pulling my face closer to hers. I opened my eyes to look at her facial expressions while she kissed me, and to my surprise, she was already watching me. I blushed, a little embarrassed at being caught, but she let me know it was cool by kissing my eyelids. She kissed the tip of my nose and went back to my lips while my husband made small circles on my back with his fingertips. Her kiss was slow and sensual, and thankfully not wet and sloppy like most men do. She allowed me to lead, then I allowed her to teach me what she knew.

My right hand found my husband’s erect penis just as we were approaching the fourteenth floor. When I stepped back to adjust my hand around his shaft, the elevator suddenly stopped and the lights went out. We were all stuck on stupid for about thirty seconds. We were on our way to erotica beyond our wildest dreams and the damn elevator stopped. You talking about pissed! I finally got up the nerve to go through with this wild night and there I was stuck in a hot-ass elevator. Oh, how I was so not in the mood for that.

“James, do something,” I said while slightly hyperventilating. We were stuck between the thirteenth and fourteenth floors, and I wanted out.

“Baby, just calm down. I’ll call the service desk to see what they can do.”

While James was on the phone, I sat down in the corner to slow my heart rate and collect my thoughts. I didn’t know how long we were going to be stuck, and that was not the place to pass out from lack of oxygen. I was hoping to still be in the mood when we got out, because at that moment I wanted to be off the elevator and in my bed.

Just as I leaned my head back against the wall, I felt a pair of warm hands parting my legs. I still heard James on the phone, and my body tensed up because I couldn’t believe Monica was trying to sex me at a time like this. Cumming was the last thing on my mind, and I was almost certain everyone else felt the same way. Before I could protest, Monica had my thong pulled to the side, and her was tongue stroking my clit. Her tongue felt hot on my panic button, and the way she used her fingers made my knees touch the elevator walls instantly.

She took her time moving two fingers in and out of me while she sucked, licked, kissed, and played havoc with my clit trapped between her lips. My body shook involuntarily because I was trying not to explode. I didn’t want to moan aloud while James was on the phone, but it was killing me trying to hold it in. She held the lips of my cave open and her tongue snaked around inside me, my walls depositing my sweet honey on her tongue. For a second, it felt like we were the only two people trapped in that hot box.

“Okay ladies, the attendant said we’d only be in here for a—damn,” when James hung up the phone and looked over at our silhouettes in the dark, he was speechless. I guess the sight of his wife being pleased by another woman shocked him.

His back was to us the entire time, so it had to have been a pleasant surprise to see Monica and me the way we were. James never could do more than one thing at a time, so it didn’t surprise me that he didn’t pay us any mind until he was done with his call.

He stood back and watched for a while, taking in the sights and sounds of what was happening.

With the little bit of light coming from the call box, I could see James massaging his strength through his pants. He squatted down behind Monica, lifting her dress up over her hips, exposing her heart-shaped ass. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, and even though I couldn’t clearly see what was happening, his outline said it all. Monica was in the doggie style position with her head buried between my legs. James had inserted his fingers into her walls just as Monica did to me only moments earlier. I could see James maneuvering his body so that he could taste her. In the meantime, Monica was pulling another orgasm out of me.

She moaned against my clit from my husband pleasing her. The more James pushed and pulled on her, the more intense her pleasing me became. I scooted forward so that I could lay flat on the floor. Monica stood up and positioned herself over me. She pulled her French-cut panties to the side and placed her pussy lips on my mouth. I just imitated what she did to me, switching back and forth from kissing and sucking her clit and sticking my tongue inside her. James was inside of me, stretching my walls to fit him.

He stroked me slow, teasing me with just the head before sliding it all in. His thumb created friction on my clit and before we could stop it, I exploded on his length and Monica exploded in my mouth. We were about to switch positions when the lights came on and the elevator started moving. James pulled out of me still rock-hard, making it a little difficult to pull up the zipper on his pants.

When the elevator door opened, the attendant and the security guard were waiting on the other side. They tried to apologize, but we just rushed past them and scrambled down the hall to our suite so we could finish what we started. We didn’t think about the fact that they could probably smell sex in the air, and I don’t think we really cared.

Upon entry to the room, Monica went to run hot water into the Jacuzzi because the water that was in there had gone cold. I sat on the side of the bed, anxiety covering me like a blanket. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done and what I was about to do. I was excited and scared at the same time. I was excited because I was finally letting go of my inhibitions and stepping outside the box, but scared because I didn’t want to disappoint my husband.

I’ll never do this again, I thought, but I did want him to enjoy this night of pleasure.

Monica came out of the bathroom in her bra and panties. I was hesitant about looking her in the eye because I knew my cheeks were red from blushing. We were all silent, not wanting to be the one to say something first. James changed the CD in the stereo to a slow-jams mix he put together. When R. Kelly started crooning, “Come to Daddy,” Monica started doing an erotic dance in front of the full-length mirror. James leaned back on the dresser to watch the show, and I just sat there with a shocked expression on my face. She danced like she’d had ballet lessons, but with just enough eroticism to make you think she might have been wrapped around a pole in a strip club once or twice.

As she got closer to me, I scooted back on the bed to keep her at arm’s length. What we did in the dark elevator was cool because I couldn’t see it, but now we were in a well-lit room with my husband able to see everything. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with it, but when I looked over at James stroking his length and gazing at us I couldn’t stop. Just the fact that he’d been hard for more than five minutes was amazing.

The look on my face screamed, “help” as I looked from James to Monica. Monica advanced toward me slowly, and James smiled as he watched us work. I was now up against the headboard with my legs up to my chest. When Monica reached me, she took my feet into her hands and started to massage them one at a time. I was as stiff as a virgin on her first night, and Monica did her thing to help me relax.

She took my toes into her mouth, one at a time. My moans escaped involuntarily. Her soft lips traveled up my thighs until they rested against my pelvis. Her tongue dipped in and out of my honey pot. She held my lips open with both hands, exposing my now wet pearl to my husband.

“James, can I taste it?” Monica asked my husband in a husky voice. I looked over at him to read his face. It showed nothing but excitement.

“Go ahead and make her cum,” he responded in a deep, passionate voice. His hand moved at a slow, lazy pace up and down his erect shaft. A hint of pre-cum rested on the tip of his penis, and I motioned him over to the bed so I could taste it.

He disrobed on his way over, his body looking like he should be on the cover of GQ magazine. Monica had her full lips pressed against my clit, causing me to squirm and breathe heavily. James stood beside the bed with his chocolate penis standing straight out. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my lips around him, taking as much in as I could without choking.

James fondled our breasts simultaneously while trying to maintain his balance as I gave him head. Monica held my legs up and kept her face buried in my treasure chest. Our moans were bouncing off the walls, drowning out the music that was playing. If there were people in the suite next to us, I was sure they heard everything.

Monica moved back off the bed and pulled me with her. James lay down in the middle of the bed on his back, his erection pointing at the ceiling. I straddled his thickness like a pro, dipping all the way down until my clit touched his pelvis then coming back up until just the head was in. James leaned up on his elbows and took my nipples into his mouth one at a time. Monica had my ass cheeks spread so that her tongue could make acquaintance with my asshole. I was having orgasms back to back like I used to when me and James first met. I was damn near about to pass out from exploding so much.

We switched positions in order to relax a little more. Monica put on a strap-on vibrator with clitoral stimulators around the base. I looked at her like who did she think she was using that on. She took James’s place in the center of the bed and motioned for me to get on top of her. I looked at her and my husband like they were crazy.

“James, I am not getting on her like that. She done . . .” the mood was changing quickly, and Monica was looking frustrated. Ask me did I give a damn. Some shit just ain’t meant to be tried, and this was one of them.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’ll feel just like the real thing