The Aftermath

by Anna J.

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

Synopsis

If you thought having a threesome could wreak havoc on a relationship, Monica from My Woman His Wife is back to show you why even the mere thought of a menage a trois with your spouse and an outsider should never enter your imagination.
It's been three months since the Cinque household has been turned upside down by a sexual tryst gone terribly wrong. Although Jasmine and James are making moves to put their broken home and broken hearts back together, past lies and a lack of trust make it almost impossible to salvage what once was sacred. It's even harder with a conniving woman like Monica throwing salt in the wounds from the sidelines because she still hasn't gotten what she wants.

Old family secrets are revealed and half truths are exposed as marriage vows are put to the test, painful memories are relived, and revenge is at the top of everyone's list. Drama, betrayal, and lust are all found on the pages of Aftermath -- when once just isn't enough.

Release date: January 10, 2013

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 224

Sample

At one point in my life I thought I had everything under control. I ate my vegetables, pleased my husband, looked after my children, and went to work every day. No one told me that one day you could look up and your life would be a disaster. My momma never told me to beware of marital mishaps and conniving women. I thought if I did everything right the first time and kept everyone happy, I would be blessed with a marriage like the one my mother and father had.

Shit, they’d been married for thirty-six years and I couldn’t ever remember the silent treatment being passed between them. Even when I look at them now, they appear to be in love as much as they were when they first laid eyes on each other, if not more. Why couldn’t I have that?

I felt like someone had ripped my heart out with their bare hands. The only thing that gave me the will to live was my children. I gave that bastard everything, and this was how it turned out for me? Every time I looked at my son I saw James, and I couldn’t help but cry. One day my son would be some woman’s husband. Would he break her heart the way his father did mine? Or would my poor little girl reap the sins of her father?

Every time I looked in the mirror I wondered what had happened. Years ago, I saw a smart businesswoman with nothing to lose and everything to gain. At the age of thirty-seven I could still drop it like it was hot with the younger crowd and “Electric Slide” with people my own age. I was a tigress in the bedroom, living room, garage, and anywhere else my husband decided to be creative. But as I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a woman scorned, and I didn’t know how to fix it.

Yes, I was partly to blame since I had agreed to let another woman enter the sex life of me and my husband. But so what? I mean, just because I agreed to it, does that mean I deserved to be totally disrespected and humiliated? I don’t think so.

Like I said, I didn’t know how to fix my jumbled feelings, but one thing I did know was that I was fully capable of medicating my feelings of scorn and bitterness.

The way I saw things, I figured what better way to medicate my feelings than to flip the script by allowing myself to indulge in some freaky and disrespectful sexual behavior the same way my husband had done by violating our kitchen with those whores!

Ever since the day of that ugly and unfortunate episode that I had witnessed taking place in my kitchen, I had not been able to get the picture of my husband screwing two other chicks out my head. It was like I could see the whole incident replaying itself in slow motion. I can even remember the smell of sex that was in the air that day, and no matter what I do, I can’t seem to shake that smell or dislodge that thought from my mind.

The only thing that seemed to work was when I found myself in Bally’s working out, running on the treadmill or something. And since James and I had been apart, I found myself visiting the gym regularly, at least four times a week. I would go to the gym after work to get my mind off things.

In fact it was at Bally’s where I decided to hatch my plan for vindication. Not total vindication, but vindication that would leave me feeling somewhat satisfied.

There were these male twins who I’d met at the gym. Things developed from an informal hello-how-are-you-doing type of relationship to a more casual, us talking about our workdays type of relationship. In between there was always a bunch of flirting on their part, but I never paid it any mind.

That was then, but now that I had found myself not as happy in my marriage, I decided to indulge in their flirtatious ways.

I called over to one of the twins. “Hey Donnie, can you spot me?” I asked, while lying on my back getting ready to do incline bench presses.

“Jasmine?” Donnie asked with a question mark in his voice. “What you know about bench pressing? Incline at that?”

“Well I know that it’s the best thing to keep my tits from sagging.” I said while totally catching Donnie off guard.

Donnie laughed.

“Come on, I gotchu,” he stated as he lifted the forty-five pound bar off the rack and helped me get my workout on.

Before long Donnie’s twin brother Rahmel walked over to where the two of us were and began talking.

“So you only doing one set?” Donnie asked while also informing Rahmel that I was doing bench presses to keep my tits from sagging.

“Say word?” Rahmel stated as he began laughing.

I could have continued on with the conversation going in that direction, but to be honest, my plan was already hatched in my head and I was ready to set it in motion.

“You know what, I always see the two of you whenever I work out and I have been meaning to ask one of y’all for the longest time if you do personal training.”

Donnie and his brother looked at each other and they smiled.

“Yeah, we do. Why?” Rahmel asked with a sinister smile on his face.

“Because I’m looking for someone to train me. I mean, the gym is good and all, but I have a gym and equipment in my house and I know I could get in better shape if I had someone to stay on top of me and keep me in line.”

“So you’re saying you want a personal trainer to come by your crib and train you?” Donnie asked.

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

There was a brief awkward pause.

“Well it’s not that serious. I mean . . .”

Donnie cut me off by smiling and saying, “No, I gotta keep it real with you. We workout, but as far as personally training somebody, we ain’t no personal trainers or nothing like that.”

“Well, that’s ok. Like I was getting ready to say, it’s really not that serious, meaning I really just need somebody to come by the crib just to keep me motivated. I know y’all can help motivate a sister, right?” I said while adjusting the drawstring on my spandex workout pants.

Donnie and his brother agreed to both personally train me. We never spoke about price or anything like that, yet they agreed to come by my house on that upcoming Friday morning. They both would be free since they worked the graveyard shift, so they had no problem committing to the time.

I, on the other hand, knew that I had to finagle some things in order to free up my time, especially considering I was planning on having the twins show up at my house. See, I had walked out on James and was staying with my brother, so I didn’t know what James’s schedule would be like on Friday morning. I didn’t know if he would be home or not, but since he worked 9 to 5, I figured he would be at work and that I would be ok.

Still, the thing was James and I didn’t have a lick of workout equipment in our house and that was OK, because in spite of the wedding rings I noticed on Donnie and his brother’s hands, I was determined to get it on with both of them. I don’t know if Monica’s ways had rubbed off on me or what, but in my desire to medicate my bitter feelings, I was willing to stoop to the level of getting it on in a threesome with two men, married men at that.

The way I looked at it was James had totally disrespected me by bringing two women into my kitchen and fucking them while my kids were in the house, so why couldn’t I bring two men into my house and get it on with them at the same time in the same kitchen?

When Friday morning rolled around I had made it to my house and James wasn’t home. I figured he had left for work. It felt eerie walking into my own house and as soon as I walked in, those scenes of Monica and Sheila sexing my husband instantly came back and gripped me. It was at that point that I decided not to even step foot into my kitchen because it would bring back too many memories.

I entered the living room and for a brief moment, I contemplated what I was planning on doing with the two unsuspecting twins when they arrived. And I figured I could get one up on James by bringing them right into the same bedroom that James and I once shared.

Before I could give it much more thought, my doorbell rang and it was the twins.

Taking one last look around the room, and solidifying my decision to use the bedroom, I put on a brave face and opened the door without asking who it was. I mean, who else could it be at that time of morning?

“Hello, fellas. Thanks for coming through.” I smiled as I stood back to let them in, suddenly happy I opted to wear the shortest skirt I owned with no panties underneath. I wanted this to be as easy and quick as possible.

The twins looked puzzled at first, and I’m sure they were wondering why I didn’t have any workout gear on. After locking the front door, I signaled them to follow me up the stairs.

“Follow me, fellas. The workout room is this way.”

I took the liberty of walking ahead of them on the steps, making sure to give them a good view of my bare ass. I had gone to get a Brazillian wax the other day just to ensure that the entry would be smooth. I didn’t look back to see if they followed, and used the sound of their boot clad feet hitting the steps as indication that they were close behind.

Opening the door to the room James and I shared up until the recent events, I entered and stood in the middle of the floor, watching their faces to see what they were thinking. Just as I thought, Donnie was the first to speak.

“Jasmine, what’s all this about? You said you wanted us to help you train. I don’t see any exercise equipment in here.” He nervously looked at his brother, then to the bed, and then back at me. A wicked smile spread across my face as the thought of getting back at James rang like sweet revenge in my ear. To ease Donnie’s mind I walked closer to him and stood breast to chest, noticing his quickening breath as I ran my fingers down his arm.

“There’s exercise equipment in here, sweetie. Big enough for all of us to work out at the same time.”

Backing up slowly, I began to strip out of the skirt and shirt I had on and placed my naked body in the middle of the bed for display. Opening my legs wide, I spread my lower lips apart and inserted my middle finger into my wetness, working it in and out for a few seconds before taking that very same finger and putting it into my mouth and sucking it clean of my own juices.

Donnie and Rahmel were still standing in the same spot with looks of shock on their identical faces. Rahmel looked like he was ready to get it on, while Donnie, on the other hand, didn’t look like he was too sure about going through with it.

I continued to please myself, allowing soft moans to escape my lips, hopefully enticing them to join me. Donnie was the first to take his wedding band off and undress, placing his face between my legs. Rahmel stood watching us for a while, not sure what he wanted to do.

Donnie flipped me over with ease, entering from the back and pounding me with long, hard strokes that made my breasts bounce against my stomach and caused my breath to escape from my lungs. Not long after, I saw Rahmel’s naked form on the side of the bed, and I didn’t hesitate to grab his dick and place it inside of my warm mouth. I had yet to see what Donnie was working with, but from the feel of it these guys were really identical from head to toe.

Rahmel was ready to join in the fun and signaled for his brother to let up so he could lie on the bed. After he got comfortable, I straddled his length and after a few strokes I paused for a quick second so Donnie could enter me through the back door. We moved like synchronized swimmers, our collective moans sounding like a swarm of honey bees. By the time I came down on my fifth stroke, Rahmel had come inside me, but my constant movement kept him from going down.

We switched from one position to the next, and at one point both men were standing in front of me while I gave one head and one a hand job until they both came all over my face and neck. I had to lay on the bed and get myself together after that workout, but the fellas quickly dressed and headed out, promising to meet me at the gym later that day.

I didn’t even bother to change the bed linens, I just merely fixed it back to the way it was, threw the clothes I had on in the dirty laundry hamper, and proceeded to the shower. My nipples and clit were still warm and a little tender from the work Donnie and Rahmel put on me, and I smiled while I got dressed in an outfit from my closet and made my way out, happy to enjoy the rest of my day.

Where did I go wrong? The Creator gave me everything I had ever asked for. I was on top of my game. Most men envied me. I climbed the corporate ladder quickly and remained humble when I reached the top. I had it all. I was given a wonderful woman who loved me unconditionally, and the blessings kept coming when we found out Jazz would be having twins. But as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had to wonder what the hell went wrong.

Thinking with my “other” head was what went wrong, but could you blame me? Monica wasn’t just any woman. The girl had to have put a root on me or something, because not in all the years I’d been married had I allowed anyone to interfere with my relationship with my wife. The little flings I had on the side were kept under control, and Jasmine never knew about them. Somehow Monica turned the tables and messed up everything. Not only did I not have my wife, but I’d gotten another woman—who I didn’t even want anything to do with—pregnant.

I was surprised when Jasmine’s brothers didn’t come banging my door down waving guns. I wanted them to because there was no way I deserved to live after all that. Hell, I already felt dead inside, so they may as well have taken my body. Maybe I needed to suffer, because even though I was going through a horrible time, I could only imagine how my wife was feeling. And that damn Sheila . . . that one really surprised me. I guess Monica had us all under her spell.

All I knew was that I needed to get my home back in order, and I needed to do so as smoothly as possible. The transition wouldn’t be pretty, but I was more than willing to take the risk. I couldn’t breathe without my babies, and I needed to hold my wife in my arms. If I got another chance I swore I’d make it right, but for now I figured I’d start by purchasing a new kitchen table because that would be one less thing she had to deal with if she came back home. I didn’t even feel right eating meals there myself, so how could I expect her and my kids to?

Yeah, I wanted to do right by my wife and the new kitchen table would be a small start. But I knew that if I really wanted to do right I would have to do a c. . .