My Little Book of Erotic Tales (6 page)

Yeah, he's cheating; my ass.

You see, I'm one of those chicks who thinks with her head and
tells her heart to
 
shut the fuck up.

The heart is deceitful above all else, now any other woman being
bombarded with calls about her husband stepping out on her would be climbing
the walls right about now, not this chick.

We live in a different time now.

Now you use your head, you think.

Why would my husband's supposed mistress feel the need to call me
with that news, I'm not married to her skank ass, let the man I'm married to
tell me to get out, and even then I won't be going anywhere.

Whatever he has now belongs to my kids, I'm looking out for their
interests first and foremost.

Luckily I'm not married to a brainless asshole that has no respect
for me or our vows, so the little tramp that has her sights set on my man was
barking up the wrong tree.

The thing is, when you're married to a handsome successful man
with eyes that will make your maiden aunt strip to her skivvies in the middle
of downtown on a busy day, you learned to expect idiot women coming out of the
woodwork.

I had to glare more women to shame than a little bit, but I'm no fool.

I make sure his focus stays on me and our family, no whining and
bitching when he comes home from a hard day, he has his job to do and I have
mine.

We respect each other that way.

He knows how hard taking care of babies can be, not because I beat
him over the head with it, but because he sees firsthand.

He's no weekend dad either, from the moment he walks through the
door in the evenings, the little rascals are all over him for their belly rubs
and raspberry kisses.

Then he gets to unwind for at least an hour before dinner time and
then it's bath time.

We have a routine down pat.

When he has time to be laying pipe outside the house is beyond me,
I wonder how many homes the little bitch has wrecked with her trick.

I
didn't really care enough to dwell on it though so.... oh well.

   By the time Anthony got
home that evening the kids were tuckered out except for Toni.

Toni is my three and a half-year-old daughter, she's the apple of
her daddy's eye.

The twins Braxton and Bradley were down for a nap, which meant
their one and a half year-old behinds will be up until eleven at least.

Tomorrow was Saturday, shopping day, we'll see.

"Daddy daddy daddy....."

My baby ran to the door that led off the kitchen to the garage,
arms flailing around in the air in her excitement.

Anthony came through the door tie loosened, buttons undone and
this look in his eye that made my hoohah start doing her happy dance.

Sheeeeeiiiitt.

He could be doing the whole Olympic swim team and their sister, I
wasn't giving that up.

"How're my girls?"

He picked Toni, up in his arms and blew raspberries in her neck,
making her squeal, while his eyes ate me up.

I bit my lip and rubbed my legs together like a cricket, he did
one of those eye drop things where he looked down at my legs and back up at my
face in less than two seconds.

Damn, the kids are going to bed early tonight.

He walked over to give me my greeting which involved a deep French
kiss with his free hand on my ass, hello daddy.

Toni
as was usual broke the spell by clapping and cheering; even at a young age she
understood what it meant for mama and daddy to be affectionate.

    The two of them
disappeared upstairs where Anthony will change out of his clothes while Toni
gave him a running narrative of her day through the closet door.

That was their ritual, what wasn't was his bellowing my name from
up the stairs.

I hurried to get to him so his yelling didn't wake the boys which
would only make them extremely cranky.

I came into our bedroom just as he was telling Toni to go play for
a minute while he talked to mama.

"What's the matter, what's going on?"

"Who was on the phone?"

For a minute I really had no idea what he was talking about.

"What phone......?”

"Don't fuck with me Trisha, who were you telling that they
watch too much lifetime movies and that you were sure your husband wasn't
fucking them?"

How the fuck.....before I could open my mouth to ask how he knew
this shit he told me.

"Your daughter told me every word."

"How, she was in the play room, I stood outside and I wasn't
loud."

"She heard anyway, that's not the point here, the point is
that I called and asked if something was the matter, you lied to me....."

"I didn't, not really, look I can handle that shit okay, I
don't need you to fight my battles for me...."

"Who the fuck are you talking to?"

The twins set up a howling that put an end to that conversation
thank heaven.

I turned to go see to them but was stopped short by his stern
voice behind me.

"We're not done here, when the kids are down for the night
we're going to have words, I told you about this shit before."

I sucked my teeth but not loud enough for him to hear I think.

Yes we'd had words before about his need to control every aspect
of my life, not that I minded but I didn't want to burden him with every little
thing that came along, it just seemed so......tiring somehow.

I'm
strong, or at least I try to be, life had not always been fair and I understand
some of why he took that position of protector with me, but I wanted him to
know that I was capable of seeing to me and the kids when he wasn't here.

    Nothing more
was said as we fed and bathed the kids, he was his usual attentive self with
them but he barley said anything to me all evening other than what was
necessary.

Whatever, I'm not about to let some bitch be the topic of
conversation in my house not for a second.

It wasn't as late as I expected when we put the last kid down for
the night, Anthony had barely closed the door to the nursery before he was
pulling me by the hand towards our room.

"Anthony you're really blowing this whole thing out of
proportion, I handled it, I know you like to take care of everything but I'm
not completely useless you know."

Maybe I shouldn't have said that in such a combative way, he hated
that, but really I was just trying to make his life easier why couldn't he see
that.

 "You seem to be under the delusion that this is a
fucking democracy, it isn't, I've told you before, if there's a problem I need
to know about it, I cannot take care of you and my kids if I don't know what
the fuck is going on, this is not a joke, now who the fuck was on the
phone?"

Okay he was pissing me off, really, it's not like I did anything
wrong, shit; looks like that bitch was going to get her wish after all, we were
discussing her slimy ass.

"I don't know who was on the phone, the bitch just called to
tell me she's been fucking you and that you want me and the kids gone but don't
know how to tell me."

"At least I know you have more sense than to believe that
shit but you still messed up, what're you supposed to do when this crack pot
calls you?"

"Anthony, you might've married me when I was eighteen but I'm
not a complete ninny, I can take care of myself you know."

"Are you out of your fucking mind Trisha?"

I took a deep breath, looked like the bitch had really caused
trouble anyway.

"I'm not fighting with you about this, I did what I had to at
the time, sorry I don't feel like calling you every time I stub my fucking
toe......" Oh shit, what the fuck was wrong with me?

"What did you say?"

"Seriously Anthony we've been dealing with this shit for five
years already you think I don't know what I'm doing, I don't need you to wipe
my ass every time this bitch raise her ugly head."

I've really gone around the bend, either that or I wanted a good
hard fucking because that's exactly what I was gonna get if I kept this shit
up.

He was too pissed to even speak for a minute; he just pointed at
me and growled 'strip' before turning to the closet.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to say that......"

Fuck, I knew what he was going for.

I got up and took my clothes off, no use in making him even
angrier by disobeying.

Anthony

     Obviously Trisha has
lost her damn mind, that's the only explanation for her behavior, she knows I
admire her strength and the fact that she can handle the more mundane things in
life but this was no small thing.

This woman whoever the fuck she is is seriously bent, she'd sent
shit in the mail that needed the FBI's involvement, thank heaven it turned out
to be a harmless substance, but she'd proven she could get past our defenses.

She'd made threats against my family, we've changed numbers I
don't know how many times, and still she found the new ones.

It was to the point where I hated for Trisha to even leave the
house alone, I've been playing with the idea of hiring body guards but the mail
had come from states away and the profiler had assured us that this person was
no real threat other than through outside communication, that didn't stop me
from feeling uncomfortable every time I left them though.

This person started this shit right when we first started dating,
then when Trisha was pregnant with Toni, the shit had gotten worst, she'd been
MIA for a while now and we were beginning to think she was gone for good but
now this.

I looked at Trisha as I came out of the closet with the riding
crop in hand; I was pissed and turned on at the same time, that's usually how I
always ended up when dealing with my wife and her stubbornness. 

"I feel like fucking your pussy raw, in fact I'm pretty sure
that's what I'm going to do"

I approached her as she scooted back on the bed, hands out in
front as if to ward me off.

"Please Anthony, I said was I sorry."

Yeah, whatever.

I dragged her by her ankles back to the edge of the bed, spread
her legs wide and slapped her pussy with the riding crop.

She tried closing her legs as I brought the crop down again and
again.

"Keep your legs there or I'll add ten more lashes to the
count. This'll teach you to mouth off at me again."

I gave her pussy ten hard smacks with the crop, right on her clit
and in her slit. When she was red and puffy, I pulled her onto my ten and a
half inch cock and fucked the shit out of her as she begged me to stop.

"Please Anthony it's too hard."

Wrapping my hand around her throat I choked her.

"Shut...the...fuck...up, you asked for this shit."

I pounded her pussy as I slapped her tits with the tip of the
crop. She was in for a long night, after this I don't think I will ever have to
tell her about her mouth again.

I teased her with my cock making it good so she would beg me for
more even as I punished her ass.

"You gonna fuck up again?" I pulled all the way out and
held at her pussy lips making her beg for it.

"Please, I'll be good I promise, please."

"Tell me...."

"I'll be good, I'll tell you everything, I won't be bad
again, just please give me your cock."

I let her have it all, fucking her deep until she was creaming my
cock and pleading for her sore pussy at the same time.

I pulled out and clamped my shit with my fingers to stop myself
from cumming.

"Kneel."

She scrambled to her knees and I blasted her tits with my jizz.

It ran down her plump tits to her nipples before dripping down to
her stomach.

Scooping some off with my fingers I fed it to her before feeding
her my tongue and fucking her sore pussy with my fingers.

My leaky cock was caught between our stomachs as I pulled her head
back and devoured her mouth.

"Get me hard, I want in that ass."

I snuck into Jonathan's bed
again in the early morning hours, he was being good to me, or we were
being good to each other.

He had my leg up over his shoulder, opening me wide as I laid
on my side; his eleven inch cock was see sawing into my sopping wet pussy as
his large callused hand grabbed my tit."You're so deep daddy, you really
missed me huh."

"I always miss you baby girl, you and your snapper
pussy."