TRI-SEXUAL (15 page)

She then with a burst of energy agreed to include her husband in our ménage a trios. We would later find out that convincing him would not be as easy. KJ told me that when she first approached Miles he was skeptical about bringing a third party into their bedroom. He was afraid she would leave him and that it was nothing more than a set up. He hadn’t known her to be spontaneous and didn’t want to lose her over this.

KJ kept urging and insisting that he participate in her fantasy. She eventually gave him an ultimatum. KJ was persistent and didn’t stop until he finally gave in. His involvement was music to my ears. “Come over tonight he should be home early” said KJ. I was horny just thinking about it. I felt a huge adrenaline rush from the anticipation. I couldn’t wait.

I made my way over to their residence with the feeling of evil inside of me. It was time for us to engage in our triangle of love, but Miles hadn’t arrived yet. KJ was already naked as was I. She had the look of lust in her eyes. I was horny, wet, and ready from the circumstances of my actions.

KJ and I lay in the king size bed watching a porno waiting on the meat to our sandwich to arrive. As the time passed I grew frustrated. He should’ve been there already. KJ’s pussy was moistening more. The flick playing in the background increased her hormones. She started to caress my body with her fingertips. She began kissing my silky smooth skin nice and slow. She placed her mouth around my erect nipples. She swirled her tongue sliding them in and out of her mouth.

She climbed on top of my face dripping her juices all over me. Then she put her face between my legs. We licked each other’s pussies in a 69 position. We rattled our lips on each other’s clits as we moaned. Miles had walked into the room without any of us even hearing his footprints. He walked into the room ripping his clothes from his body exposing his erection. I remembered that dick all too well. He took a step closer ready to make his move and join in until he realized it was me.

I stared directly into his eyes while his wife and I devoured each other’s sweet spot. He had this frightening stare of a cold blooded killer on his face. He stormed out of the room grabbing his clothes and left the house. “What’s wrong with your husband?” I asked her. “I don’t know maybe he just changed his mind” she replied.

I knew the sight and me and his wife fucking in his bed crushed his heart to the core. That’s exactly what I wanted it to do. We continued making love until the sun raised the next morning. His bed felt so good. I could only imagine all the things that were going through his mind as he pieced together the puzzle.

When I got home I found him standing at my door. I strutted past him with arrogance as if he didn’t exist. I had a nonchalant attitude like I didn’t just fuck his wife up in his crib. We walked into the house and closed the door. Before one word could be spoken he struck me in the back of the head with his desert eagle hand gun. I fell to the ground instantly knocked unconscious. I then regained consciousness after feeling his size 11 shoe kicking me in my stomach.

I couldn’t open my eyes. I was just barely able to slightly pry one eye open long enough to see him standing over me. He had absolutely no emotion on his face. It was scary. The sound of the gun firing rattled my ears. He had shot me in the stomach. He was deranged. The second shot landed just beneath my eye. He fled from the scene, ran down the stairs, and out of the lobby. The police were already on their way after hearing the gun shots. He was seen running through the lobby covered in blood with a gun in his hands.

They had gotten a description of his car and within seconds the police were in pursuit of him. The ambulance was dispatched to the crime scene. I was laying in the middle of my floor bleeding to my demise awaiting my fate. I had miraculously survived, but was listed in critical condition. The position of the bullet lodged into my head made removal of the bullet impossible while I was still alive.

While doctors struggled to find a solution I was still unresponsive in a coma. Miles put the Police on a chase until they had him totally surrounded. “Surrender your weapon” the police shouted into the bull horn. For those few moments he contemplated suicide, but cooperated with the authorities. Back in the interrogation room the Detectives gave Miles a chance to explain what happened and why he had done what he did.

His testimony had explained in detail the story from the beginning to the violent act in which he had committed. He told the police he had simply snapped. He was in fear that his mistress would ruin his marriage. “She was pregnant. I pleaded with her over and over to have an abortion, but she refused. She then became a stalker after I tried to end the affair and involved my wife” said Miles.

Once he finished confessing his motive for such a brutal attempt to kill his mistress and his unborn child, the police cuffed him and escorted him to jail. He crumbled at the thought of serving a life sentence or possibly the death penalty. He was charged with one count of murder for his child and one count of attempted murder. He knew he had lost his freedom, his life, and his wife. Within 24 hours of being incarcerated Miles had hung himself. KJ was unaware of the recent events involving her husband and the woman she considered to be her best friend.

It was all over the news, but I guess she had neglected to turn on the T.V. That would soon change when she got that knock on her door. Detectives were waiting for her on the other side. “Are you Mrs. Miles Jones?” they asked her. “I’m Detective Smith and this is Detective Glover” they said introducing themselves. “Yes I am, is there something wrong?” She asked. “May we come inside?” the Detectives asked. “Sure” she replied. They all sat down on the couch as the Detectives briefed her on what had taken place.

“Do you know a woman by the name of Karen?” they asked her. “I’m not sure that I do” she replied. “They presented her with a picture and it was of a woman she knew as Kira. “What about her” KJ asked. “Apparently she was having an affair with your husband for quite some time. She was also pregnant with his child. According to your husband she was trying to break up your marriage. After he caught you and her having sex he lost his mind. He badly beat her and shot her twice once in the stomach and once in the head. We took him into custody where he confessed to it all and then shortly after he committed suicide” they explained.

She was in total shock and disbelief. She felt empty inside. She felt betrayed, manipulated, distraught, angry, and hurt all in one. The Detectives left her there to mourn her husband’s death. As sad as she was she also resented him for being unfaithful and lying to her. She was told that I was in a nearby hospital, in a coma, and listed in critical condition.

KJ called in a favor from one of her family members that worked in a chemical lab. She was able to get her hands on some Potassium Chloride and a 9inch syringe. With the lethal drug in her possession, she was headed full speed in route to the hospital. Once in my room she sat in a chair beside my bed. I opened one of my eyes surprised to see her by my bedside. I knew her intentions couldn’t have been good although I didn’t know how long I was unconscious or what all she knew.

KJ noticed that I was responsive and started pacing around my bed. “Bitch you fucked up my life up. You manipulated the entire situation. You befriended me and used me like a fucking play toy. You actually had me believing we had a sincere friendship and a heated sexual relationship. All this time you were just being conniving. You were trying to destroy my husband and me. You had the audacity to send me your ultrasound pictures and listened to me vent about the very thing. Now my husband is dead behind your bullshit and you’re still alive, but that’s about to change” KJ said frustrated and hurt.

Due to my weakness and temporary paralysis my eyes could not follow her every move. Before I knew it she was standing above me with a fatal dose of Potassium in an unusually large syringe. She looked me dead into my eyes injecting the syringe directly into my heart. It caused me to go into cardiac arrest.

In a matter of minutes the line went flat on the heart monitor. Nurses rushed into the room kicking her out. The code blue announcement reared over the intercom calling on a Doctor. KJ walked down the hospital corridor with a bitter sweet smile. She felt like she had been successful in avenging her husband’s death. She had her revenge for the heartless game of chess I played with her and her husband’s lives as the pawns.

Karma

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aking up with a hard dick in my mouth was the greatest alarm clock ever invented. It’s nothing like pre-cum for toothpaste. As he massaged the back of my throat with the head of his penis I couldn’t help, but gargle his balls and swallow his Listerine. “Umm…damn…umm…” I moaned. They call me Nikka. I’m slim in the waist, thick in the ass, small in the chest, but this pussy is my bread winner.

My main nigga Smoke came strolling his ass in the house at 6:00 in the morning. He threw that fat ass dick in my mouth, came, and went to sleep, but not before tossing me some cash. It was all good with me just as long as that money stayed rolling in. I didn’t give a fuck how much pussy I tasted while I deep throated that dick because every different flavor was another stack. He was my money maker, and rent payer. He kept me icy, fly, and fine. He was a real handsome grimy ass nigga with deep pockets. Of course with money there was always going to be a trail of hoes and a dog ass nigga behind it.

He had a dick so thick and long with veins popping out. It looked like he was lifting weights with that shit. It was a delicious looking cock. That bitch often made me slob just from the sight of it. The only problem was he didn’t know how to use it, with his two minute ass. He was just a waste of a big dick. Although he kept me dipped, laced, and paid with a nice car it wasn’t enough to satisfy my sexual craving. Money makes me cum, but I needed some dick to get this pussy right.

What was the point in looking this fine with a pussy this good and fat with nothing long and stiff to drill in it? I took my cash, got up, and was ready to start my day. By 8:00AM I grabbed my Prada bag, hopped in my 745 BMW, and was on my way to the mall. I bought some ankle fitted skin tight jeans and a halter top to show off my diamond belly ring and my paw prints crawling down to my pussy. Then it was onto my salon Nikka’s to get my hair done and manage my business.

After a short while of being with Smoke I realized this relationship was not promised and I needed to secure my future. My Best friend Moya was known to be the best stylist in the city. I was looking for a hustle so I decided to open a salon. I started dipping in that nigga safe and stashing whatever he was giving me on a day to day basis. I used that to get my shit off the ground. I couldn’t tell him what I was doing because he wasn’t with that shit.

He wanted me to be fully dependent on him and that was that. He wanted to feel as if I needed him. I wasn’t allowed to have any independence, but he had me fucked up. He wasn’t going to leave me on my ass. I opened up my spot on the other side of town so he wouldn’t find out about it. I was doing well for myself shit. Moya was the lead stylist and I got a few other girls to get down. I was making some serious dough. My account was stuffed and I was still robbing that nigga. I could never have enough money that’s how I looked at it.

Word kept traveling through the streets and my shop that he was fucking around with some bitch like she was his main girl. Supposedly he had bought her a new car and a condo. I needed to find out who that bitch was stepping in my lane. Moya was my main hoe she had been with me from diapers. She was straight out of the hood. She was telling me that she had met a married man and he was the one that bought her a matching 745 BMW like mine. I was happy for her. She was always known to be dealing with broke ass abusive niggas. She had the straight good for nothing ass niggas. Even though he wasn’t 100% hers 50% of a good man was still better than 100% of a sorry one any day.

Up in Nikka’s we were getting appointments in and out. We had a full load when this chick Kenya walked in to see if we could squeeze her in. Moya’s next appointment had just called and rescheduled so she was able to put her in her chair. Kenya was talking about how she was going out with her man and she needed to be fabulous. She bragged about how good her man was and how he spent money like water on her. Moya’s nosey ass kept digging for more and more information she didn’t miss a beat.

Moya asked her who her man was and if he was someone she knew him. She responded “he’s going to come by here to drop me off some money.” Moya couldn’t wait to see this nigga. She felt like that hoe was in there bluffing just talking just to hear herself talk. Kenya received a call on her phone. “Hey boo are you outside? Give me a second my baby is outside” Kenya told Moya. Moya wanted to see just who the fuck her nigga was. She walked to the window to get a good peak.

Hell no, it was Smoke out there with this bitch. Moya beat me outside cursing his ass out. He wasn’t trying to hear any of that shit I was talking. He was too busy concerned with my shop and where I got the money to buy it. Moya was taking punches at his bitch while he pulled me to the side questioning me about my salon. That was some real fuck shit.

That’s just like a nigga. He in the wrong and he had the nerve to be mad at me. Ain’t that a bitch. Moya was beating that hoe’s ass and why I had no idea. I was too busy explaining the salon situation to Smoke to be asking questions. Shit she was doing me a favor. I was pissed that he was out here creeping with hoes and had the nerve to spending money on them. He over here worried about why I got a hair salon. I had to beg and plead for that nigga to let me keep it. That was the funny part right.