WTF

Well, it was the day of our vacation to the Florida Keys. I had a lot of loose ends to tie up before we left. I went to work that day to make sure my ladies were okay.

I worked with Riley on site for a few hours and later went shopping for a few outfits. As I picked up several dresses and coverups, this woman bumped into me, “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” she said with a British accent. She wore her hair in a short tapered cut, it was blonde with dark roots.

“It’s fine,” I replied hurriedly. I didn’t have long to shop. She eyed my belly and smiled as if she wanted to say something.

“How far along?”

I touched my belly, “Due in June.”

“Your husband must be so happy.”

I nodded, “Yep.” I went back to shopping.

“Looks like you’re getting ready for a trip to the beach.”

“Yeah, it’s a quick out and back before the baby comes.” As much as I wouldn’t have minded continuing to engage in idle chit-chat, I needed to get my stuff and get gone.

Not reading my mood or simply not giving a fuck, she continued to talk and ask questions to the point where I had to side-eye her, “My husband and I get along well.”

She nodded, “I’ve been seeing this man on and off for years. On our last visit, he informed me that he was having some health issues and that he needed to focus and spend as much time with his wife as he could before things get worse. I mean all this consideration for her and what about me?”

My eyes widened, “Okay, then I suppose you should move on.”

“But what if I can’t.”

I huffed, “Listen—”

“It’s Norma.”

“Norma, I’ve been where you are. I dated a married man for a year. They rarely leave their wives. Just get yourself a therapist and learn how to do life after being a side chick.”

She scoffed, “Side chick. I’m no side chick. We were lovers.”

My lips curled as I stared at her with the “girl, bye,” look. It was giving very much side chick, mistress, other woman, etc. “Okay, Norma. I wish you all the best. Um, I have to get out of here.”

“Have fun in the Keys,” she said.

My eyes squinted, “The Keys? I didn’t say I was headed to The Keys.”

“You mentioned it earlier when I commented about the pretty beach wear.”

I nodded slowly, “I have to go,” I said and hurried to pay for my items. As I stood in the line waiting my turn, I replayed the conversation in my mind. I didn’t remember telling her where I was going.

I saw her walk out with a cellphone to her ear.

*****

We had finally arrived at the two-bedroom, two-bathroom townhome rental property which had direct access to the beach. But before we ventured off, I undressed Richard in the living room. It was something about travel and being on a vacation that screamed we should fuck immediately before doing anything else.

I was on all fours as he kneeled behind me on the small cream-colored couch. His hips thrust rapidly as his manhood slipped and slid in my wet center. I moaned loudly savoring every bit of his cock massaging my walls.

He sat back on the sofa and I took a seat swallowing his dick in my pussy panting and moaning sweetly in his ears. He suckled my breasts one after the other as I rode him.

He grabbed a fist full of my silky hair and grunted as he unloaded. I kissed his mouth still rocking on his cock. His eyes were filled with sunshine as he held me, “That was incredible.”

“It always is.”

He nodded, “One day it might not be.”

My head tilted, “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, I’m an aging man. Let’s be realistic.”

I cleared my throat, “You’re an older man with above-average stamina. You take care of yourself. We’ll be fucking until you ninety.”

He chuckled as I moved to dismount his cock. As I headed to the bathroom; he followed me, “We have to talk.”

I turned to him, “About?”

“The reason I suggested this trip.”

“To spend time together before the baby comes.”

He gulped, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you this since my appointment to see about reversing the vasectomy, we won't be able to work on having another baby. I was diagnosed with prostate cancer.”

I stood frozen. I didn’t know what to say. I reached for him and hugged him, “You’re not going to die on me?”

“No. No. there’s the treatment of course, which I’ll begin next month but I may not function the same. Things might not last as long or they may or may not happen at all and I still want you to have a great sex life, which is why Mario and I—”

“Wait what? How the hell does Mario know about your condition before me?”

“He was at the clinic the day of the appointment.”

“I see, so you two are organizing my fuck sessions.”

He held my shoulders, “I’d prefer it be Mario and not anyone else.”

I shook my head, “Babe, that’s sweet of you but the only person that gets to organize dick for my pussy is me, and as much as I care about Mario. It will not be wise for me to have sex with him knowing how much he still loves me. He’s not going to want to share me.”

“But we already—”

“I know what he may have said at the moment. Let’s just see if it comes to that. I’ve gone long periods without sex before. Plus, I have toys,” I touched his face, “I love you. You’re always thinking about me.”

*****

After a walk on the beach, Richard went to the bedroom for a nap. I was in the kitchen on the phone scolding Mario for his fuckery, "How the hell are you and Richard coordinating events for my pussy?”

He laughed, “You’d rather it be me, right? I mean who else would you fuck?”

“Shut up. I’m not giving you any ass Mario. It’s a recipe for disaster and you know it. You’re already acting crazy.”

“I’m not acting crazy. I think it’s a great idea. I want to be there for you.”

“I’m sure,” I joked. “Well, let me get off this phone.”

“Okay, babe.”

The call ended. As I was about to get a drink from the refrigerator, I noticed a head passing by. I went to the patio door and looked around but I didn’t see anything. I shrugged and went back to my business.

As I headed to the living room, I saw Richard’s iPad. Messages flooded in. I wasn’t the snooping kind however when I saw a notification that said, “I miss your cock inside of me, please give me another chance.” I had to read on.

“We ended. My wife is pregnant and I already told you I have cancer.”

“I want to be there for you snookums.”

“Just stop.”

“I’m here in the Keys darling, just come see me for an hour and I promise to behave. I just need to feel you one more time.”

I waited with my neck on fire for his response, “Okay, send me the address.”

I was ready to drop kick someone. I heard him rustling around in the bedroom. I went outside and stood on the patio to play cool. I heard the door slide open. His lips touched my right cheek. “I’m going to run out for a little while. Would you like anything?”

_To know who the fuck is that bitch, _is what ran through my mind. Yet, I knew if I asked, he would not respond. I decided to follow him and catch him in the act. “No, I’m good.”

“I’ll be back in a few,” he said as he touched my nose and walked off.

****

It wasn’t easy trying to be inconspicuous with a big round belly in front. I followed him down the beach to a section of condos and watched him up a ground-level condo. The door opened. I saw her arms reach for him. Then he went indoors. I went around the back to the patio.

I peered through from the side using my phone to capture a video of him pushing his cock into this woman’s pussy. After I had seen enough, my fist banged loudly on the glass. Their eyes darted to me.

His eyes widened when he saw me standing in the doorway. He pulled his dick from her and ran to the door, “Lelani, what are you doing here?”

I wanted to slap his face, “What am I doing here?” I asked. I looked at the bitch. “Wait, I’ve seen you before.”

She was covering her saggy tits. I approached her. Richard tried to grab my arm but I snatched it away. She cowered into the couch with pillows for protection, “You’re fucking my man? Seriously bitch? You fucking stalk me to a department store and later follow us to our vacation spot?”

I turned to Richard, “Put your fucking pants on!” I screamed. Then everything went black. About an hour later, my eyes fluttered open as I lay on the sofa. Richard was on the floor and she sat on the coffee table with wild eyes.

“What the fuck?” I asked as I tried to sit up. My head was killing me. I saw a candle stick holder on the coffee table next to her with blood on it, “you hit me. I’m fucking pregnant.”

Nervously she stood, “And I’m very sorry. I was just scared that you were going to hurt me, you seemed so upset.”

“I am upset! What the fuck are you mental? Like am I supposed to be singing your fucking praises and why is my husband on the floor?” I could barely move. She had my hands and ankles zip-tied.

“It was an accident.”

“Accident?” I looked closer and saw the pool of blood around Richard’s head. I screamed. She placed her hand over my mouth. I bit her hand. She jerked back.

“You have to be quiet. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tears ran down my cheeks, “Call an ambulance, do something, you can’t just let him stay like that,” I insisted.

“It might be too late. I didn’t mean to. After I hit you, he attacked me and things got crazy. I had to defend myself or he would have killed me.”

“Oh don’t expect sympathy from me. If you had stayed your ass home like a good side chick, this wouldn’t have happened, who the fuck shows up at a married man’s weekend getaway with his wife?”

“I am not a side chick.” She paced frantically, “We can’t stay here. We have to leave.” Her eyes darted to me.

“What do you mean, we?”

“I can’t leave you. You have to come with me.”

“Lady, I am pregnant. I’m not leaving with you. My baby’s father will come looking for me.”

Her head tilted, “Richard isn’t the father?”

“What difference does it make? Just fucking run off and let me take care of my husband.”

She held her hands tightly as if she wanted to leave without me but quickly walked over to me helping me to my feet. “Let’s go.”

I looked down at my ankles, “And how the hell do you expect me to walk?”

She pulled a box cutter from her pocket and cut the zip tie, “Alright, I promise I’ll let you go when we get to Miami.” She pulled me along. I looked back at my husband on the floor.

The door opened and she pushed me out and off we went.

*****

As she drove, I sat in the middle of the back seat. She played the most annoying music, the kinds of songs that get stuck in your head for hours. Then proceeded to show me a video that she made comprised of photos of her and Richard as she told me a story.

“I’m not crazy you know,” she said ad she looked at me through the rearview mirror. “Richard and I had something special. We met right after he divorced his wife. We’ve been together for years on and off, I think I told you this earlier.” She giggled.

“When he goes on business trips, we usually meet up. He’ll send me a text message with the hotel address and well, I don’t have to tell you, our Richard is quite the love maker.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I was sad to hear about his cancer diagnosis. I know he would have beat it.”

My eyes squinted. She cleared her throat, “Anyway, when he met you, our interactions sort of dwindled. I was shocked he decided to marry such a young woman. But after I researched you, I could see why. You’re pretty.”

“Lady, I’m not interested in conversing with you. I just want you to let me go. Besides, I have to pee.”

“You just peed thirty minutes ago.”

“I have a six-pound baby resting on my bladder.”

“Oh right. I’ve never had kids. Sorry. I’ll pull over.” She made an erratic move which provoked a police car sitting nearby to signal her to pull over.

I was so happy. This was the moment I would be saved. Slowly she pulled over into the gravel. When the cop exited his vehicle and started toward her, she peeled off. My body pressed against the seat, “what the hell?”

“I can’t go back to jail.”

“Back to jail?”

“Yes, I’m still on probation for stabbing my husband. He didn’t die.”

“Awesome. You really are a bag of boiled peanuts.” _How the hell could Richard have gotten mixed up with such a crazy heifer? _I thought. I was suddenly in a high-speed chase with several cop cars behind us. This woman zipped recklessly through cars. I just knew if there was an accident, me and baby Mario would not survive.

Then it happened, I heard the crash. My body jolted forward. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. She flew out the windshield. I don’t know if you believe in miracles but my ancestors were watching over me that day. I sat in the back seat trembling. I felt wet between my legs. My stomach cramped. I heard a man’s voice, “there’s a woman in the backseat. She’s pregnant.” He pried open the door, “Ma’am are you okay?”

I shook my head, “My baby. My baby.” I repeated.

“We’re going to get you some help ma’am.”