Montell Finds The Dirt

Knowing he had to make the best of the next two days, Montell headed to one of Jordan’s favorite seafood spots to pick up a seafood platter for dinner. As he approached the door of the establishment, he received a call. He looked at his cellphone and his face scrunched. It wasn’t a number he recognized, so he ignored the call.

He stepped into the restaurant. A notification sounded for a voice message. He listened, “Hey this is,” the soft voice hesitated and then continued, “Kassy. I know I'm probably the last person you expected to hear from but I’m back. I was just wondering if you wanted to meet up for drinks or something. Give me a call.”

His heart nearly dropped in his belly, “The hell,” he whispered to himself. After gathering himself, he placed an order. As he stood by waiting, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar face. One that he wasn’t expecting to see for two days, “Fuck,” he said to himself, “what is this n*gga doing back?”

He saw Dave head to the restroom. He decided to follow him. Dave was in a stall when he walked in. Montell found an empty stall and pretended to take a shit. He heard Dave’s voice, “Look I already told you, I can give you the money for an abortion.”

Montell’s eyes popped. He listened further, “My kids are grown and gone. What I look like running around with a damn infant. You said you were on the pill. Look, I’m not divorcing my wife. I told you what this was and why you had to fuck things up.”

It was silent. Dave left the stall.

Montell saw another man enter the area and stand by the sink speaking to Dave, “You got it handled man?”

“This chick is crazy.”

His buddy laughed, “I told you about messing with them young girls.”

He sucked his teeth, “I gotta figure out how to deal with this shit before Jordan finds out.”

“At least the chick lives in another state.”

“Naw man. She just moved here to help her sister with her kids. This shit is heavy man. I ain’t never been this close to losing my wife. She’s put up with a lot of shit, but a baby?”

“You're right. And your woman pretty, fine, and smart…she won’t be on the market long before somebody snatch that up.”

Dave made a face. His friend shrugged, "You know I ain't lying."

“Montell nearly laughed.” He saw it when they left the restroom. He washed his hands and stayed a few minutes before exiting the restroom. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He went out to the bar to retrieve his food and left.

As he drove, he called to make sure Jordan was still going over to his place. She informed him that she was already there waiting. He wondered what the hell Dave was up to. Why was he in town and not at his house?

As he drove down the street, he saw Dave at a gas station. He decided to follow him. Dave ended up at this house in a rural part of town. He saw the fair-skinned woman approach him and place a peck on his mouth, “Oh this dude is wildin’” he said to himself. He shook his head and went home

*****

The night was long and grueling for Rodrigo. He had divulged every detail about his relationship with Jordan to Stephanie. She cried, cussed, and screamed, “You’ve never fucked me like that.”

He gulped. At the root of it, he had feelings for Jordan. It wasn’t just sex. Plus, Jordan was uninhibited sexually. She was down for just about anything in the bedroom. Jordan owned her sexiness.

Stephanie was insecure. No matter how many times in the past he told her she was beautiful, she would constantly compare herself to other women or put other women down to make herself feel better. It started to turn Rodrigo off.

“Fuck me like you fuck her,” she begged. She took off her clothes and stood before him bare. He nodded and went to her. It wouldn’t be the same but if he closed his eyes and thought about Jordan, he could do it.

His eyes closed. He pulled her hair and kissed her mouth, wet and nasty. At first, she resisted but he fussed, “Jordan doesn’t back down from anything.”

She gulped. He pulled down his pants and showed his stiff cock pointing at her, “Go down,” he demanded. She went to her knees, at first she stared at his cock. “Open,” he said. Her lips parted and he pushed it in until she gagged. He held her head in place thrusting hard until she drooled.

After several minutes, she got used to tasting him. She hummed on his cock. He saw that she liked it. He smiled. He pulled from her mouth and had her bend over while kneeling on the sofa. Her robust ass tooted in the air as she held onto the back of the sofa.

His hands parted the cheeks and his rod disappeared between her buns. He slapped and watched them ripple. Her ass was red from all the slaps. If she wanted to be fucked good like how he fucked Jordan, she had better learn how to take a pounding.

He reached in front and grabbed her tits. He could barely hold them as he humped her. He heard her squeal, “Fuck Rodrigo!” she was creaming on his shaft. He had to admit, that was the best sex he had ever had with Stephanie.

He pulled his cock out and made her turn to him. She sat on the sofa licking all of her honey off his shaft as he stood in front with his ass cheeks pinched drilling her mouth until he erupted. He watched her swallow his DNA. He smiled, “Muy bien.”

She smiled.

*****

After dinner, Montell had Jordan exactly where he wanted her. She lay in bed with her head propped up on a pillow as he slid his rod between her lips. Back and forth and he braced himself as his shaft was made wet by Jordan’s mouth, “Oooh, fuck yeah baby,” he said as he humped faster.

Jordan had her legs wide open as her fingers played below getting her opening sopping wet for her man. He loved the sound of her pussy squishing “Damn baby, get that shit nice and wet for daddy.”

She couldn’t speak with his cock in her mouth. She only played more until she made herself cum. He pulled his cock from her mouth and kissed her. Their lips smacked. His fingers found hers and he touched below, “So wet, damn, I’m about to tear this pussy up,” he said looking at her.

She smiled readily for him to enter her paradise. He positioned him kneeling in front. He slipped in with ease. He had a grin on his face. Once upon a time, he felt guilty for sleeping with a married woman. After what he learned that night, it was his mission to fuck Jordan as much as he could and not give two shits about her husband.

It was game on, he thought. He began to light her up with long deep strokes. He watched as she gripped the sheets. She tried to squirm and back up. He folded her legs in and pressed his body into her, “Uh-uh, where are you going baby? Don’t make me turn that ass over, quit playing Jordan.”

He continued driving her out of her mind. She moaned and squealed until her body shook. He pulled out, “Turn that ass over,” he commanded. She flipped and put her ass in the air. His hands came down and slapped both sides before he plunged back into her pool.

He stroked fast watching her ass wobble. He paused, “Throw it back,” he demanded. She complied and pushed back on it, “yeah just like that. Damn baby, I love that shit.” Each time she went back he saw her rose petal open and swallow his rod. He smiled and bit his lip. Dave had given him all the reason to fuck his woman without shame. And if Dave wanted to step to him, he was ready to challenge him over Jordan.

He held her ass still and moved, “Stay just like that, I’m about to fill you up baby,” he said as he drilled her hole, “Ahhhhhh, shit, there it is,” he moaned and left her messy.

******

In a small three-bedroom apartment, nineteen-year-old Rhonda paced her room, “Dave, call me back. I don’t know why you won’t answer your fucking phone. Who the hell are you with? It better be your wife and not some other hoe.” She ended the call.

It was the fifth voice message she had left after seventeen text messages. She heard a knock, the door opened, and her sister appeared, “Everything okay?” she asked looking at her sister with the makings of a tiny baby bump.

She shrugged, “He wants me to get an abortion. It’s too late for that.” She touched her belly.

Her sister sighed, she was recently divorced and needed help taking care of her two small children. And now, one day their little apartment would have three small children. “I just don’t get it, sis. I thought you were on the pill, why’d you get pregnant?”

Rhonda placed her hand on her hip and fired back, “When you can tell me why you got married to another dude knowing you were carrying another man’s child and thought your husband wasn't going to ever find out? I'll tell you why I did what I did.”

Her sister sucked her teeth, “You know what, you have a good night.”

“You too,” replied Rhonda. She didn't want to throw dirt on her sister, but she was tired of hearing her goody two shoes' advice. She plopped down on her bed. How dare she judge me, she thought.

She knew her sister's dirt. She was dating one guy but wanted another. She ended up telling her old boyfriend she couldn't have kids and it had to be him because it wasn't her. After they broke up, she got married quickly and told her husband that she was pregnant.

She never thought anyone would find out. No one would have if the husband didn't end up doing an African Ancestry test on himself and the two kids. He was alarmed when the results showed there was no way the little boy Micah was his.

Her sister was staying with her in Georgia for a few months until she found a job in North Carolina.

Rhonda pulled up pictures of Jordan from Instagram. She rolled her eyes. She was way younger than his wife. She was certain that it was more than sex. She convinced herself that getting pregnant would help him see that. She had been sleeping with Dave for nearly two years.

She sighed and closed her eyes.