Malik's Blunder

The first time I caught them in bed was about two months after we started our love affair. He swore up and down they were just friends, but one day, I got home early, and I saw him digging into her guts all long and slowly, just as he had done with me.

I jumped on his back. Somehow, he managed to pry me off and hold my arms. She lay in bed, petrified. I cried and cussed. “Calm down, Aja, shit,” he demanded.

“Who do you want me or her?” I asked wailing.

He licked his lips and, with all the boldness he could muster, he said, “Whoever can ride me the best.”

That’s when it began. We two fools butt ass naked in his room, taking turns riding him like our worth depended on it, and at the end, we lay on either side of him, all cuddled up.

I heard the toilet flush. My eyes fluttered open. I heard voices. I sat up. They stepped out of the bathroom. He was naked. She was wearing a large T-shirt. She smiled, “I guess it’s like old times.”

He held his rod and grinned. She walked to the bed, peeled back the covers, and saw me. Her hand touched my belly. She stared at me until I gave her approval.

The first time we tasted each other, he coached us. He watched us go at it until he was dripping. And there he was again, watching as she licked the folds of my labia.

I ran my fingers through her soft hair and rolled my hips up. She paused for a second and moaned as he slid into her. She smiled. Her skin flushed red. Her body was hot with desire for him and me.

Her tongue slid all over my opening. Damn, she got way better, I thought as my back arched. I bit my bottom lip. My eyes rolled.

He released his grip on her hips. She crawled up to me. Her breasts pressed against mine as we kissed. Slowly, she slid to the right. I felt my legs. He pulled me closer and pushed balls deep inside. As he stroked my kitty, her fingers met mine, and we played with my gem. Our lips touched. Peace and pleasure were written on her face. Part of me missed our interactions, and there we were again. My mouth opened. Micah collapsed on me, panting and humming.

*****

Staring into her pretty eyes made me want one badly, but I was still young and had quite a bit to do before being tied down with kids. After her bottle, I lifted her to my shoulder and patted her back.

Nicole sat back watching, “You’re so good with her. It’s almost like she’s yours.”

I made a face, “No. You’re mama. And always will be.”

“Hmm, biologically.”

I took the baby and placed her into a little cushioned seat. She had fallen asleep. I turned to Nicole with concern, “So, have you spoken to a therapist?”

She chuckled, “I’m not crazy.”

“No, but I am concerned that you could have depression.”

She inhaled sharply, “It’s not that. Being a mother is hard. It’s a lot. I thought I could do it for Micah. He already wants another one.” She shook her head in aggravation, “There’s no way I can do that.”

“Have you tried breastfeeding to increase your bond?”

“I tried, but she doesn’t like me. She won’t take my milk. She’d rather a bottle.”

I reached for her hand, “Just keep trying. One day she’ll do it.

She shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe I will. I’m just glad that we have you again.”

******

_How did I end up juggling two married men? _I thought as I drove down the streets on my way to the shop. Christmas music played. I had the windows slightly cracked. It was something about that crispness in the air I enjoyed. I smiled at the sight of the city. The holidays were three weeks away, and downtown was already painted like a pretty Hallmark card.

I parked in the garage. There was so much on my mind. _I’m just glad that we have you again. _That sentence played repeatedly in my mind as I headed into the mall. For a while, I walked aimlessly. Not only was I juggling the men, but now I had a wife involved, and that wasn’t anything new.

My cell phone rang. It was Malik, “Hey.”

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m shopping. Spending some of this money you gave me.”

“Nice. But I don’t know why you’re buying clothes; we are not going to spend much time outside.”

“Um, you’re going to take me out at least once. So, I need a dress and some cute bathing suits.”

“Are you coming through tonight? We are playing high-stakes poker. Every man will have a sexy good luck charm on their arms.”

I chuckled, “Am I your good luck charm?”

“You know it.”

Sunday, I usually stayed away from the club, but since he made a special request, I obliged him, “Sure, I’ll pass through.”

“Alright, babe, see you tonight.”

The call ended. I continued to walk until I found a store with pretty dresses. I walked by the racks, surveying. Some sparkled. Some were cut low, some had high splits.

So many choices. As I stood there, I felt odd. I looked right. A gangly-looking man was staring at me. I nodded and went back to my business. Then I felt his presence. I looked up, and he was right up on me. I stepped back, “Excuse me?”

“Oh, I don’t mean you know harm, baby. You look familiar. Aren’t you Annette’s lil cousin?”

I froze. I had not heard that name in years.

He pointed at me, “Yeah, you lil Aja. Ya mama and daddy died in that accident, and your grandmother took care of you for a while before that cancer took her. Boy, poor Annette nearly lost her mind when you ran away. You are practically the only family she has left.”

My eyebrow rose, “Ran away? That’s an interesting account.”

His head tilted, “You should go check on Annette. She’s been in and out of the hospital since that fool broke up with her and left her pregnant.”

I sighed, “That’s unfortunate. My thoughts and prayers go out to her.”

“Give me your number.”

Even though I had my phone in my hand, I said, “Uh, I don’t have a phone. This is a work phone, and I must turn it in today. Sorry, take care.”

I hurried out of the store without buying the dress I wanted, but I was not about to head back down that lane. He had already dredged up every sad memory I had in less than a few moments. Plus, there was no way I was helping Annette after she tossed me into the streets. She was not my problem.

I headed back to my car empty-handed. I had a closet full of clothes. I did not need to buy anything.

******

Showered. I oiled my body down with sweet almond oil and lavender. Two squirts of perfume. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail with baby hair laid. I received a text from Eliana, “I’ll see you tonight. I have exciting news.”

I smiled as I replied, “Can’t wait.”

I heard my doorbell. This was odd. No one rang my bell except for Amazon, and I had not ordered anything. I was wearing a short black silk robe and some footies.

The door opened. “Micah?”

He stepped inside. “Nice place.”

“How?”

“Oh, I went through my mama’s phone. I don’t know why you are acting like I can’t find out what I want about you.”

I closed the door. “What are you even doing here?”

He smiled, “I don’t know what you did, but today Nicole bonded with Charity. It was beautiful.”

My heart melted, “That’s sweet.”

“Yeah, I decided to give her some alone time with the baby. She’s headed over to her mom’s for the night.”

“Um, I’m actually—”

“I thought you took Sundays off,” he said, peeling off my robe.

“Micah,” I whined. But he was already sucking my nipples.

“I know you’re going to see him, but you ain’t going without me writing my name on it first. When he tastes you tonight, I want him to know I was there.”

His pants were around his ankles. He lifted me. I slid down his pole with ease. His strong hands cupped my ass. Up and down, he bounced me like I was light as air.

He walked until his legs flushed with the sofa and he sat. “Yeah, that’s it, ride me hard, just like that.”

I went crazy on it until I was vibrating and humming. Our tongues danced. His hands were around my waist. I felt him throbbing as he released. We panted. Our foreheads touched. “I have to go,” I insisted.

He nodded, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

*****

Summer avoided me. And Spice was suddenly acting like she and I were cool. Often chiming in on my conversations with Caramela. It felt good strutting through the club, breaking necks left and right with that dress I wore. Black and sequenced, and V-cut. It looked more like a bodysuit with fringe than a dress. In addition, I wore strappy heels that went up my calves.

I saw Caramela talking with her boo. His eyes scanned me just as they had the first time he saw me in the corner store, “You look amazing.”

“Thank you.”

She fluffed up my boobs, “Ay mami, quiero llevarte a casa.”

I blushed. I also checked her out in a white dress, and I noticed something shiny on her left finger. I grabbed her hand, “Is this?”

“Yes!”

“Congrats. Oh, my goodness.” I hugged her and then him, “tan rapido?”

He smiled, “When you know. You know.”

I nodded, “That’s true. She’s a good one. So, don’t mess up.”

“You have my word.”

Malik strolled up, “The room is ready.”

“We’ll see you inside,” said Emilio.

Malik eyed me, “Damn, that dress is doing something to me; feel me.”

My hand touched his bulge. “You can wait.”

He looked at his watch, “Five minutes, just want to taste.”

My mind flashed to what Micah said. “We can do it later.”

But he insisted. Grabbed my hand and we walked quickly to his office. My thong was on the floor. My ass pressed against the desk. He feasted like a wild animal who had not eaten all day.

I did wash up after Micah, but could there have been other signs? I wondered. Usually, after sex with Malik, my lips stayed swollen for a few hours. He was longer and thicker, plus his thrust was heavier.

Micah was nice; however, his stroke was slow and deliberate, like he wanted me to savor every inch and feel every vein in his rod as he rolled his hips.

Five minutes had come and gone. I nutted on his lips. He looked up, swiped his mouth, and smiled before licking his lips, “You been with that other n*gga tonight?”

I was silent. He pulled out his rod. I saw that the meat was primed and ready to go. Before I could object, he was thrusting away, pounding it. He had me yelping out his name. he picked me up, “I don’t know why you keep wasting your time with him, Aja. I can take care of you.”

It didn’t matter what either of them said; I wanted them both.

******

The room. There was an oval table. Men sat poised with stacks of chips in front of them, tossing in a few to place their bets. I was one of many pretty women gathered in support of a wealthy man.

I saw Malik re-entering the room. He strolled right up to me and pressed his lips to mine, “I’m about to get back in the game.”

I grabbed his arm, “Are you sure? You already won a lot of money.”

He lifted my chin, “I got this. I can’t lose.”

I nodded slowly. I turned to Eliana, “So, when is the big day?”

“In January. We are getting married in Cancun, and I want you to be in my wedding.”

“Of course.”

As we stood talking about her plans, I heard the disappointed groans of the crowd. I turned left and saw Malik’s face. He looked sick. Yet, Emilio was smiling as he pulled a stack of chips from the middle of the table.

“Oh shit,” I mumbled.

Malik rubbed his face, “I need one more hand.”

Emilio stared at him, “Amigo, you have nothing left.”

“I do have something.”

Emilio shook his head, “I would, but my fiancé and I have to leave in the morning. We must take our leave.”

Eliana wrapped her arms around me, “We’re headed to Cartagena for a couple of weeks. You should come.”

“I wish. I have to—”

“What? Stay in New Orleans, tending to other women’s husbands? They are not your responsibility. Come with us.”

“Naw. I can’t. I’m not even packed.”

“Okay. But if you change your mind.”

I watched her walk over to him. He winked at me before scooping his winnings into a bag. He tried to shake Malik’s hand, but Malik refused.

After they left, I saw Malik leave the table. He left the room. Part of me wanted to go after him, the other part knew he needed a minute. So, I waited.

Later, it was time to shut down the spot. I found him in his office. “Ah fuck, babe, I really messed up.”

“I would say it’s okay, but I know you don’t want to hear that right now.”

He wrapped his arms around my legs, “I hate to ask you to do this.”

I stepped back, “Do what? Give you money?”

“Not just that. I need a huge favor.”

I waited anxiously for his next words, “If you can let me hold 50k?”

I sighed, “I guess, but how are you going to get me this money back? That money is part of my plan to get out of here.”

His eyes watered, “I know. I know. I just. I have to cover payroll.”

“You took money from the club, Malik?”

“It was stupid.”

“Yes. It was. You can’t fuck around with these people’s money.”

As annoyed as I was, I knew a lecture was not going to solve anything. “I’ll get you the money tomorrow morning.”

He stood, “Thank you, babe. I knew you loved me.”

“You’re lucky I even have this kind of money to help you. Now please, don’t get yourself into this kind of shit again.”

“I won’t. But there’s something else.”

I heard a knock. The door opened. I saw a man. I looked back at him, “What is Emilio doing here?”

“I’m not Emilio. He left with his beautiful fiancée earlier.”

I chuckled, “What is this, Malik?”

“This is Esteban Arias Cardenas.”

“Yeah, sure it is.”

The distinguished gentleman chuckled, “Emilo is my twin brother.” He stated as he approached. He pulled out his wallet and showed me several pictures.

“Okay?”

I looked at Malik and then him, “What?”

“My brother told me about you, and I was intrigued. So, I started coming to the club to get a glimpse of you. I would gladly clear Malik’s debt with my brother for a night with you.”

I laughed, “You are joking, right. This is a joke, right, Malik? What am I? Your whore you can pimp out?”

“No, babe, it’s not like that—”

“It’s not like that, Aja. I only want to spend a lovely night with you. I will wine and dine you.”

“But at the end, you want ass.”

He smiled.

I grunted, “Damn you, Malik.”

“I’m sorry Aja.”

“And how do I know you won’t bullshit?”

“I am a man of my word.”