Your Wife is Mine Now

The night was crisp as Jake made long strides down a busy sidewalk with a cell phone glued to his ear, “Yeah, babe, look, I already told you. I’m working overnight at the warehouse again. I’ll see you in the morning before you leave for work.”

He walked by two young women that eyed him suspiciously but he was so engrossed in his lie that he didn’t pay them any attention.

Once the call ended, he slid the phone into his front pocket and grinned as he approached his destination, a fancy hotel that cost upwards of $400 a night but lately, he had found himself involved in activities that put extra cash in his pockets that his wife knew nothing about.

His eyes spotted, her. A dazzling vision of loveliness. Not that his wife wasn’t lovely but this woman had an air of elegance to her from the way she spoke to the way she dressed in designers from head to toe. She stood wearing a fitted black cashmere sweater that made her perky tits sit even higher, a red infinity scarf around her neck, and a pair of dark denim jeans with a pair of red leather boots.

He licked his butter pecan-colored lips and strutted over to her, planting a kiss on her peach-colored lips. She placed her right hand with perfectly done nails on the back of his bald head, “I can’t wait for you to fuck me stupid,” she said with a degree of sophistication that made his dick rock hard. He loved her foreign accent. And she loved fucking, to her it was the best form of cardio and she spent a lot of time engaging in the act.

“You want daddy to fuck you stupid?” he asked as he stared into her blue eyes.

“Yes, daddy.”

The right side of his mouth curled upward. Their hands touched before they took several steps that led into the lobby of a fancy hotel.

*****

Face down, ass up, strong hands gripped the meaty portion of her ass cheeks as eight inches of steel plowed her pussy relentlessly, “Yes, fuck yes, like that, daddy!” she yelped as he pounded away.

Beads of sweat formed above his brow. He blew out puffs of air after every thrust. Her pussy lips were stretched around his girth, and a thin film of nectar appeared on his shaft just as she sang in a falsetto.

He pulled back to where just the tip was in and watched as her pussy lips pulsated on his member. As he allowed her to finish climaxing, he pushed his thumb into her tight puckered ring which gave way easily. “I love that you like my dick in your ass,” he said as he transitioned from her wet center to her back door.

He slid in with ease and thrust to his heart’s content, “Fuck,” he moaned and groaned with each hip movement. He drilled her nice fast until he erupted into her hole.

After that riveting performance, they lay in bed, her hand on his chest, “I want to go again daddy,” she said as if he didn’t just wear her out.

He chuckled, “Come on now, wait until the morning.”

She shook her head and went under the covers and took his cock into her mouth sucking until he became stiff enough to mount. She had her way with him until she climaxed and passed out.

*****

Soft rhythm and blues played in the background as Nyla sang sweetly. Her voice was melodious and delightful, in fact, she always wanted to be a singer but was modest about her talent. She was often told by her husband that she didn’t have the look the music industry wanted.

She rubbed her center with a yoni bar, I don’t know why I even bother doing this…it’s not like my husband is going to fuck me, she thought.

It had been over a year without sex. She had fallen into depression at one point and gained several pounds. She was always a thicker girl but before she considered herself a thick fit with voluptuous curves that many men took notice of whenever she wore fitted dresses.

She placed the bar which was in a netted bag with a string onto a shower caddy hook and began to pleasure herself. Her fingers danced on her gem rubbing rapidly until she gasped. She laughed nearly psychotically for a moment before almost crying, “Pull yourself together,” she said to herself before shutting off the water.

As she left the shower and began to dry her body, she heard the door open. Moments later, her husband appeared in the bathroom, he didn’t even look at her naked body which made her grab for a robe and cover herself.

As he took a piss she eyed him, “Do you still find me attractive?”

“Here we go again,” he said as he rolled his eyes, “we’re not going to do this today.”

“It’s just a question. Because if you don’t want this marriage--"

“And what you gone do?" he asked as his jaws clenched, "where are you going to go? I pay all the bills. That lil job you got ain’t gone pay nothing.”

Her eyes welled with tears, “I’m just tired of this. I have needs. I want to be held. I want to be touched.”

He scoffed as he eyed her standing there in the robe, “How you expect my dick to get hard. When we first met, you were straight, and now…you just let yourself go.”

Her eyes watered.

“And don’t start that crying bullshit. You know I’m just being honest.”

“I was depressed. We lost—”

“Look man, that was over a year ago. It’s time to move on. You can’t keep using that as an excuse,” he said before leaving her in shambles as her mind played back the dreaded moment, she lost their child running behind him one night as he was partying it up with a group of women.

Since then, she could only think that it was her fault the child didn’t survive. Too much stress and a poor diet plagued her mind and sent her spiraling out of control. Before she could sulk any longer, she heard, “I want my breakfast in ten minutes. I have things to do,” he bellowed from the bedroom.

******

After Nyla headed to work, Jake proceeded to get ready for work himself. He had to be at the warehouse early before anyone arrived so he could make his transactions. He threw on a pair of brown pants and a white t-shit with a black and red flannel button-down shirt on top. He grabbed his keys, and wallet and left quickly.

*****

Jake stood on the loading deck putting boxing into a van with another co-worker. After they were done, the rather suspect-looking gentleman handed them stacks of cash, “Nice. I’ll be in touch next week for more product. I have a new client…some foreign dude out of London,” said the Hispanic man with a deep accent.

He shook the man’s hand and watched as he entered his van and later drove off. He turned to his friend, “I’ll be able to get my new ride by the end of the year.”

“Well, damn, what kind of car are you trying to get?” his short stocky friend asked somewhat annoyed.

Jake sucked his teeth.

“Just saying, you would have enough by now if—”

“If what?”

His friend shook his meaty head. He wore a troubled look on his face, “Look man, I’m not trying to keep doing this—”

Jake huffed, “I told you just until I stack enough chips—"

“If you stop spending money on fancy hotels—”

“Yo, bro, don’t do that.”

“You know I’m right. How are you out fucking another woman when you got a good wife at home?”

“Have you seen Nyla lately?” he asked as he motioned with his hands to show that she had expanded.

His friend rolled his eyes, “Whatever man, I’m about to go eat my breakfast.”

Jake chuckled. He had what he wanted… a side hustle and a new fancy side chick.

*******

He stood six feet three inches tall, his hair dark, longer in the front, sort of messy, and tapered on the sides. His eyes were icy blue. He wore a pair of fitted slacks that showed off an impressive bulge. It had all the ladies in the little coffee shop in quite a tizzy as they scrambled to get to the counter to help him with his order.

Two women in their early twenties nearly fell over each other, “Mara, I’m already signed in on this register,” said Felicity.

Mara stepped away annoyed. Felicity tossed back her golden locks, “And how may I help you?” she asked with a beaming smile.

Just a nice strong expresso,” he replied with a voice that was deep and sexy.”

Felicity blushed, “A name for your order.”

“You can put Gio,” he said. His name was Giovanni but he hated seeing the troubled looks on people’s faces when they had to either repeat or spell his name.

She smiled as she typed it in and then gave him his total. He handed her a twenty-dollar bill and said, “Keep the change.”

Just as she handed him a receipt, the shop was filled with the sound of a very melodious tune. He smiled, “Someone has a beautiful voice.”

“Oh, that’s our shift manager Nyla. She loves to sing.”

Nyla stepped out; her curly hair was pulled up into a high bun which showed off the darling features of her pretty face. She handed Felicity a bag of money, “Here you are sweetie,” she said to her. Nyla was like an older sister to the girls that worked at the shop. Even though she was only twenty-six, she had a much older spirit.

“So, you’re the pretty lady with the beautiful voice,” Gio said smiling.

Nyla looked up and her eyes caught him, a tantalizing dream in a designer suit. The kind of men she saw on the covers of high fashion magazines. Her heart danced in her chest and she smiled, “Oh thanks. I try.”

Felicity nudged her in the side.

“Gio,” his name was called at the other end of the counter by Mara.

He nodded, “You ladies have a great day.”

The three of them watched as he walked out with a nice firm tush, “He was totally flirting with you,” said Felicity to Nyla.

“He was just being nice. What would a guy like that want with a girl like me?”

“No ma’am, none of that negative talk,” scolded Mara.

Nyla laughed, “Anyway, you two forget I’m married.’

Felicity made a face and so did Mara. This made Nyla place her hand on her hip, “And what’s y’all problem?”

Felicity shrugged. Mara huffed, “Tell her.”

Felicity shook her head.

Mara sucked her teeth, “Look, we were in downtown St. Pete last night hanging out. We were passing by this hotel—”

“Mara—”

“She has to know.”

“It’s not our business.”

Nyla threw up her hand, “Y’all just get back to work,” she said before going into the back to her office.

She sat at her desk and cried a few tears. It wasn’t the first time someone had suggested that they may have seen her husband out with another woman and from his checkered pass, she knew it was more likely to be true than not.

She opened a drawer where she had a bunch of snacks. She stared, “I can’t keep doing this to myself,” she said in a whisper. She snatched all the little candies and pies and threw them in the trash.

*****

Gio sipped from his cup. A smile emerged on his face as he began to sing the tune, he heard Nyla sing moments ago when he stood in the shop waiting for his drink, “Must be love on the brain….”

He normally got coffee closer to his office in Tampa but that day he changed his routine to visit the little shop in Brandon. He was only expecting to survey and perhaps have a conversation with a person that needed to hear the news that he had already known for a few months. He was pleasantly rewarded with the view of a pretty brown-skinned woman with a delightful voice.

A phone call came through. He answered via his car’s system, “Hello, baba,” he said as he drove.

His dad didn’t sound pleased. One of their biggest warehouses was hemorrhaging money. Gio explained that he had no idea why because the reports he had gotten from the manager showed that everything was good. However, when an actual inventory was done, they found that a lot of inventory had mysteriously vanished.

“I’ll go over there right now and look into it, yes. I’ll call you back.” He grunted as he picked up his speed and headed to the warehouse.

*****

Tensions were high at the warehouse as each person was brought into a meeting with the manager and the boss’s son, Giovanni Manzini.

Everyone remained tight-lipped. Mostly because no one knew what was going on. Well, there were two. Antonio hit Jake’s arm, “See man I told you we should have stopped this shit a long time ago. I can’t get fired, I just got married and bought a new house.”

“Relax dude, ain’t nothing gone happen. We got this. Just don’t say anything.”

Antonio was summoned to the office. As he turned to leave, Jake eyed him, “Remember.”

Antonio nodded.

*****

The moment had arrived. It was Jake’s turn to get into the hot seat. The door opened; his brown eyes met four blue ones. The Manager sat behind his desk as Gio stood on the side with one hand in his pocket, “Mr. Paulson,” Gio said as he watched Jake sit.

Jake nodded, “Mr. Manzini.”

“Neil tells me that you’re one of his best guys here at the warehouse,” Gio said with a smile.

Suddenly, the knot that was in Jake’s stomach was released. He smiled. “That’s very nice of you to say, Neil.”

“We were hoping you could help us keep an eye on things. A lot of inventory seems to keep disappearing. If you see anything…we would like for you to let us know.”

“Sure. I can do that. I can do that.”

“Well, that’s all we have,” said Gio.

Jake pressed the bottoms of his feet firmly to the floor and brought himself to a stand. He shook the men’s hands before leaving the office.

Gio eyed the back of Jake's head; inside he was fuming. When the door closed, he turned to Neil and had a few words.

******

Jake felt like he had just tossed a boulder into the ocean with ease. His face beamed. Antonio greeted him, “How did it go?” he asked impatiently.

“I told you we have nothing to worry about. But I’ll let my contact know that we have to lay low for a while.”

Antonio nodded, “Man…I’m out. I’m not doing this shit anymore,” he affirmed as he marched off.

Jake sucked his teeth and mumbled, “Old pussy ass.”