I knew he was about to cum because his body tensed up and he growled in my neck. “Shit Travis pull out I don’t have my sponge…” He came a bucket load in my snatch. Then he stayed planted inside me until we were both breathing normal again.
I tried jumping off the bed to go do my thing in the bathroom. “No you don’t, you stay right where you are. A baby might be just what you need to cure you of whatever the fuck is going on in your head.”
Fuck my life, I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole.
Chapter 4
That was day one. After Travis took me down and mounted me like a beast, he wasn’t about to hear shit I had to say; other than to warn me that my mouth was going to get my ass in trouble; literally.
I wanted to talk about this chick that had called my house, but I didn’t have a name, nothing. All he would say was that somebody was messing with me, and I should ignore them. What?
He left the next morning and I was dreading it, I didn’t want him out of my sight. I even contemplated driving by the field to spy on him, and that made me depressed. I’ve never had any doubts about my marriage before, never had to check up behind him. Now with this shit on my plate, I was finding myself on a whole new playing field.
Of course I looked at the phone when it rang, as if it were a snake about to strike. I knew it had to be her. “Good morning Janey, hope you had a good night last night. You should enjoy these last few nights with MY man, because soon, everything you have will be mine. I wonder if I should have your kids call me mom, or just use my first name?”
This bitch was crazy as shit. At this point I don’t care if Travis fucked her on the JumboTron, this bitch was going after my babies?
“Really, you don’t have anything better to do with your time? I could care less about you or your little fantasy world.” That’s right Jane don’t let this bitch know she’s getting to you. These things can scent blood.
I was of a mind to believe Travis, but even if he was lying, I’d spent the night thinking about this shit from all angles, and no way was I gonna roll over and play dead, fuck that.
“You know, I feel sorry for older women like you. You know, the ones who want to hang on even after the shine has faded. Why don’t you do us all a favor and accept your fate? My Travis doesn’t want to be saddled with your old pussy any more. He’s found a newer and much prettier model.”
Take a deep breath Jane. This is you and your family’s happiness at stake here. Don’t crumble; don’t weaken. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let my babies go through this shit.
Please don’t let Travis be lying. I said that little prayer before I fortified myself and went in. I had decided on the course I would take if I chose to engage.
Travis wanted nothing to do with it. He thinks telling me to ignore it, will just make this shit go away. Now if this twit was lying, then she had serious issues. Who knows why she’d singled me out? Either way, it was my problem to deal with.
“I've been married for almost twenty years, we got married young. I've built a life with my husband, the life we vowed to each other before God and man. You want to come and build on my foundation little girl? Are you insane? I would straight up twat punch your ass into next week.” Click. Your move bitch.
Chapter 5
I had a lot of shit to think about. I had to go into protection mode. I have to protect my kids, protect myself, and protect my marriage; if I had one left. It’s been a long time since I had to play the badass. Not since we started dating back in high school and all the little hoochies were on my man’s dick.
I knew it wouldn’t end there, and I knew I was in a fight for my life. Someway, somehow, this person had found me. If Travis wasn’t a lying ass snake and she was making it up, then what the hell did she want with me?
And was it even worth it to do this back and forth shit? I couldn’t call her back, couldn’t find out who she was by using reverse phone look-up because her number was blocked.
I tried going through my usual morning routine and not letting my kids know that there was anything wrong. The youngest was only four, poor baby, and he was still having separation issues every time he went out the door to Pre K.
I kept looking at them, trying to imagine them not being in my life. Imagining some other woman getting them ready for school in the morning and kissing my husband goodbye. That shit pissed me the fuck off. Now I really wanted this bitch to call back.
She called not ten minutes after I got the kids off to the school bus. “Oh, you’re still there, I thought for sure you’d be packing by now.” I laughed at her ass because she was stupid.