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  “Yeah,” I let her know without looking at her.

  Damn, was what I replied to Perri and then I deleted that message too. Locking my phone back, I put it on DND. Perri was going to reply, and I couldn’t have Diah getting suspicious.

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  Diah wasn’t going for it at all. She was horny and wanted to get fucked. While I was sleeping on my back, she pulled my briefs down, gave me head, and then slid her warm, wet pussy down onto my dick. I couldn’t even deny how attracted I was to my wife. She was sexy, beautiful, and nasty in the bedroom. Sometimes I asked myself why I continued to fuck over her when she was such a great wife and mother.

  Pushing her tits together, I sucked on her nipples while she rode me. Diah was bouncing her fat ass as her body went up and down. Her moans had me ready to reorganize her insides. I flipped Diah over with my dick still buried deep inside of her and then started putting in work. Her tubes weren’t tied, so we had to be careful.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Diah screamed out. I was delivering long, powerful strokes along with thumbing her clit. Shit drove her wild each time, and she’d be squirting right after. “Mmm, Roman. Yes daddy!” Diah knew I loved when she called me daddy. That shit did something to me. I pulled out of her and flipped her back over onto her stomach. She got on her hands and knees and arched her back. She fucked with me and started twerking, her ass cheeks jiggling and clapping. I smacked Diah on her yella ass and dove back in roughly. She started creaming instantly.

  “You like that shit?” I asked her. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip as I drilled my wife from the back.

  Our sheets were wet underneath us due to her squirting back to back. I pulled out of Diah and told her to stand up. With wobbly legs, she wobbled to me and I picked her up and placed her on the dresser. Spreading her legs, I bent down and took her clit between my lips. She clawed at my back and fucked my face. I didn’t let up until I was tasting her juices and then I pushed my dick back inside of her.

  “I’m cuming baby. Fuck, I’m cuming!” Diah growled into my shoulder. She was biting me hard as fuck, but my nut was right there.

  “Shit me too, “I whimpered. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and into my eyes. Diah’s pussy gripped my dick as she came hard, and my body twitched at the same time and she drained me. I kept my dick inside of her until we both got our breathing under control and then I slipped out of her, picked her off the dresser and took her into the bathroom so we could shower and go back to sleep.

  I took my time in the shower. Diah finished before me and was going to change the sheets on the bed. I loved that woman so much and knew I had to cut Perri off, but I didn’t want to. Not right now anyway. Losing my family behind my infidelities also was something I didn’t want to happen. I figured if Perri stayed in her place, I could have both women until it came the time to let her go.

  Perri was falling in love with my ass. I could easily tell when we were having sex. She wanted to kiss me passionately and then afterwards she wanted me to hold her. That was some shit couples did. We weren’t a couple and I made sure she knew that. I loved her though. That was tough. Did I love her enough to leave my wife and kids? Hell no. I could never do that to Diah. She was my world. She met me when I was broke and on my ass and still loved the fuck out of me. Diah was loyal. I had no suspicions of her fucking over me like I was doing her. I’d probably kill her ass if she was. That gold between her legs was mine. I’d kill behind my wife and niggas knew that. That’s why I had to leave Perri alone soon. If Diah left me, my world would crumble.

  PERRI

  “Nasty bitch,” Wes giggled, when I showed him the picture I had sent Roman. I was so comfortable with Wes that I didn’t care if it was a picture of my pussy. I was always naked in front of Wes. He was gay, gay. He wasn’t checking for my ass because I didn’t have a dick swinging between my legs.

  I glanced down at my phone and read Roman’s response. Damn. I ran my tongue along the inside of my cheek at that dry ass response. He must have been around his wife. Even though we had sex earlier, I was horny. I wanted to have phone sex with him. Sometimes he would be in the bathroom with the shower running and me and him would be on the phone. Roman would jack off while I played in my pussy, and we would both come together. That’s the type of shit I wanted to do right now because he wasn’t the only one with a high sex drive.

  “What his ass say?” queried Wes, interrupting my sexual thoughts.

  “Damn.”

  “That’s it?” he frowned. “Wifey must be around. You know he can’t give you what you want all the time, Perri. He is married.”

  “You don’t have to keep reminding me that he is married either, Wes. I know that!” I snapped.

  “Bitch you better lower your fuckin’ tone.” Wes rolled his eyes so fuckin’ hard, I couldn’t do shit but cackle. I wrapped my arms around Wes' thin waist and peered up at him.

  “You’re right. I’m sorry friend. I love you,” I told him.

  “I love you too, now let’s get in the bed and watch these LMN movies.” He unlocked my arms from around him and switched his ass into my room. I followed and he had stopped. “Bitch, these sheets clean?”

  “Yeeeees. Why the fuck would I keep soiled ass sheets on my bed hoe? Get your crazy ass in bed.”

  Me and Wes both had on a short silk pajama set. Mine light blue, his pink. He climbed his skinny ass in my bed and I was right behind him. I let him grab the remote to turn the TV on. My TV was already on LMN because that was all I watched if I wasn’t watching the ratchet, ghetto shit like Love and Hip Hop or Basketball Wives. Wes had a scarf on his head, tied up like a female. He was so hilarious, but that was my best friend. I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

  He got me together when I would feel like falling apart and likewise. I was there when he had his issues with Paul. I loved Wes for still being my friend even when Paul thought I was a bad influence. Normally bitches would switch up quick on you if a nigga told them to leave you alone. Wes would never.

  Paul had FaceTimed Wes and he was on the phone with him. I chuckled at the disappointment in his voice when Wes told him where he was. Paul always thought I threw my pussy at Wes. Hell, I would even walk around naked in front of Paul and he would catch an attitude quick. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand. If you were so gay, why was it an issue to see me ass naked? I’ve seen Wes dick before and muthafucka was hung. If he wasn’t gay… but he was and since it been in Paul’s ass, I didn’t want it anyway.

  While Wes caked on the phone, I texted Roman. It was late. About close to midnight, and I knew for a fact he wouldn’t reply. His phone was probably on DND now. I couldn’t even be angry if I wanted to. I was just the side chick.

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  Wes had left me after I cooked us a big breakfast. I was cleaning up the house jamming to old school songs from SWV, Xscape, and Tevin Campbell. It took me longer than I expected because I was dancing more than I was vacuuming, wiping shit down, and doing the laundry. It was Sunday morning and I’d usually be at church with my mama, but me and Wes woke up late. She would probably call me after church let out to check and make sure I was okay like she always did when I missed a Sunday. Listen, my mama was a hoe…but her ass went to church every Sunday to repent and wash away her sins for the week. She only wanted me to go to church so I could wash my sins away too, but I just don’t be feeling it sometimes.

  My house was clean and smelled good. Roman set me up in this two bedroom, two bath house in the suburbs. I enjoyed waking up and grabbing my newspaper from outside, waving at my white neighbors and then taking my ass back inside. I loved to see my sprinklers going off in the mornings and at night, watering the grass. This was the life I’d always wanted to live. Even though it was handed to me and I didn’t work for it on my own, it was still my life.

  It was time for me to shower and change into something else to wear around the house because I had no plans to do anything today but watch TV and order some shit off Amazon. I took a fe
w steps towards my bedroom when my doorbell sounded off. When I got closer, I heard a set of keys jiggling and then the door opened. Roman’s handsome face appeared, causing me to smile real hard.

  “You just getting up?” he asked me, closing and locking the door. It was hot as hell in Dallas being that we were in the middle of June. Roman was just in a white wife beater and red, white, and blue Tommy Hilfiger windbreaker shorts with the matching shoes. He looked like he had just come from the barber because he had a fresh lineup looking all daddyish.

  “No,” I replied, sauntering to him and standing on my toes to kiss him on the lips. The same lips I was sure he kissed his wife with before he left the house. “Wes stayed with me last night and when he left, I cleaned the house. I was just about to take a shower.”

  “Oh aight,” Roman nodded, looking around. I squinted. Did he think I was lying about something orrr… “You wanna go out of town with me tomorrow night. I have some business to handle.”

  I was excited and wanted to jump up and down and scream out yessss, but I remained calm and asked, “Where?”

  “Miami. Does it matter?” he simpered, reaching out and grabbing me into his arms. “I just want to rub on that ass the entire weekend. Fuck you. Eat you.”

  “Okay, okay,” I gushed, getting warm all over when he said those nasty words. “I’m sold on all that. Remember that you said you wanna do all that to me and keep that same energy. Ima hold you to all that,” I told him, kissing his neck. Of course, Roman pushed me back. I knew not to leave no fucking mark on him.

  “My brother is coming with me. You haven’t met him.”

  I crossed my arms. “I haven’t met anybody.”

  Roman sighed and brushed his hand down his waves. “You know how that goes. I can’t let you meet the family Perri.”

  “I know, I know.” I rolled my eyes. “Why your brother? He must be a hoe just like you.”

  Roman had me against the wall by the collar of my pajama top in no time. I knew what the fuck I was doing. Roman despised me when I called his ass a hoe, a trick, or anything in that nature.

  “Watch your mouth, Perri,” he threatened.

  I wasn’t fazed. Roman wouldn’t and wasn’t going to hit me. He wasn’t a woman beater, but he tried his best to scare me. It never worked. That nigga had a soft spot for me and could never be mad at me. the only thing I knew would push his buttons and take him there, was if I told his wife about us. I wasn’t. Why would I lose my spot in his life when I was reaping the benefits of being his side chick? I’d be dumb.

  “I’m sorry zaddy,” I cooed, grabbing at his dick and stroking it through his shorts. Roman loosened the hold he had on my top and closed his eyes as his mouth parted. Got ‘em.

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  I seriously ran around all day like a chicken with its head cut off trying to get everything ready for my little trip with Roman. My orange bundles were fresh, I packed a few outfits I had ordered from SHEIN that I had never worn yet and still ended up going to the mall to purchase more. My nail tech came over. I had a fresh set and a pedicure. I was now leaving from getting a wax. Roman loved a hairless pussy and I definitely aimed to please, even through the pain.

  What I was most nervous about was meeting his brother. He had to trust his brother not to go running back to his wife about him stepping out on her if he was bringing me around him. I wondered how his brother looked? Did he look like Roman?

  Before heading home, I stopped at a drive-thru daiquiri shop so I could get something to calm my nerves. I didn’t have any weed and would have to wait until Roman picked me up since he supplied me with free green. He had that potent shit anyway. Everybody else around would try to sell me that bullshit ass reggie.

  Once I had my strawberry pineapple daiquiri secured in my drink holder, I rushed home. It was eight thirty and Roman would be picking me up in an hour. I needed to take another shower to freshen up. Once I was in my house, I FaceTimed Wes.

  “What bitch?” he answered, and I screwed up my face before busting out laughing.

  “Really Wes? Whatchu doin’?” I asked him, coming out of my clothes.

  “Girl you lucky Paul ain’t here while you stripping ‘n shit. You know that man think you be throwing me the cookie,” he smacked. “Your boobs look good though.”

  I smiled and jiggled them, and we both started laughing.

  “Paul is on his way home from out of town, so I’ll be busy with him for the next few days. Whatchu have planned?

  “I’m going out of town with Roman. We’re going to Miami.” I was fully naked and began to twerk.

  “Ohhhh you fasssssst.”

  “His brother goin’ too.”

  Whatever Wes was eating on, he started choking.

  “Brother? Damn what he look like? He single?” Wes whispered. I had no idea why he was whispering because he was alone in the house. Paul hadn’t made it in yet.

  I shrugged while taking the phone into the bathroom with me along with my drank. I took a sip and placed it on the counter before starting my shower. Stepping in the shower, I propped my phone up away from the waterfall.

  “I haven’t met him. I hope he ugly. Roman is so fucking fine and if his brother is fine and single, I’m not goin’ to know what to do,” I playfully pouted. “What if his money was as long as Roman’s? Laaaaaawd.”

  “Bitch easy. Be with him and not Roman. Be with the single brother,” Wes offered, like that was easy.

  “Ummm… I fucked one brother. You want me to fuck the other? I know I was a hoe in my past, but I ain’t never fucked two gah damn brothers nah Wes!”

  I put soap on my towel and started washing my body off as me and Wes talked. We talked until he heard Paul walk in the house and quickly hung up in my face. I rinsed the soap off, turned the water off, and stepped out of the tub with my terry cloth towel wrapped around my body. Grabbing my daiquiri, I headed back to the room to dry off, lotion my body, and then put on some comfortable ass clothes. Roman didn’t tell me much, but I knew we were going on a private jet. That’s why I wasn’t worried about dressing up cute. I was in a PINK top with matching tights and slides. I just had on lashes and lip gloss and my face was still on point.

  As I was pulling my suitcase to the front of the house, my front door opened and Roman walked in along with some other fine ass nigga. This couldn’t be his brother. The dude locked eyes with me and smirked.

  ZEUS

  Me and my brother Roman were going on a business trip to Miami, and he wanted to bring his side bitch. On the way to the jet, we were stopping by her crib to scoop her, which annoyed me. What Roman ass was doing with this bitch annoyed me. I was a nigga and yeah, my eyes roamed, but I was also a single nigga. I could look and touch. Roman’s ass was married to Diah and she was a good ass woman. Had four kids with this nigga and he was fucking over her. That shit confused me, but he wasn’t the only nigga that did that shit. I really wanted to see the bitch that had his nose wide open.

  Growing up, me and Roman were close because it was just us two. We didn’t have any other brothers or sisters. We only grew up with our mom because our pops was murdered during a poker game gone bad when I was nine and Roman was ten. At nineteen, I was in the streets with Roman hustling to make ends meet for our mom. We lucked up with this dude named Draco, and we’d been getting’ money ever since. Moms didn’t approve, but we were able to move her out of the projects and into a better neighborhood. She still voiced her opinion, but didn’t really press the issue as long as we stayed safe.

  When we pulled up to a neighborhood in the suburbs, I knew my brother had set her ass up over here. It was out of pocket from where he and Diah lived with the kids and it was nice and quiet. When he parked and opened the door, I did too and he eyed me.

  “Nigga, I gotta go piss. I ain’t checking for yo bitch,” I scoffed, closing the car door and following him to the front door. When Roman’s ass put his keys to the door, I chuckled. This nigga had a key to his side bitch house. Why was I even surpris
ed?

  Roman turned the knob, pushed the door open and trekked inside and I was right behind me, ready to check this bitch out and drain my damn dick.

  This short, fine ass broad came sauntering from the back pulling a suitcase. When we locked eyes, I couldn’t help but smirk. She was fine. Bad even. I’d give that to the broddie.

  “Your bathroom?” I asked, breaking our trance.

  “There… there is one right there in the hallway,” the orange haired beauty answered.

  “’Preciate ya.”

  I walked towards the direction she had given me. The bathroom was decorated in all peach. It smelled good. I pissed, washed my hands on her decorated towels, and left the bathroom. Roman had his arms around the chick, and she was all smiles in his face.

  “You gon’ introduce us?” I queried, with a grin. Roman cleared his throat.

  “Perri, this is my brother Zeus. Zeus this is Perri.”

  I swaggered over to them and held my hand out for her to shake. She hesitated, but she put her small hand in mine. The shit was soft.

  “Nice to meet you, Perri,” I told her, and I could tell she was trying not to smile.

  “Same,” she replied, and snatched her hand out of mine.

  “Aight,” Roman barked, eyeing me, “let’s roll.”

  It was something about little ole Perri that made my dick brick up. She was off limits to me. That was Roman’s side piece and he would be in his feelings if I pulled her. Shit, in our younger days before he met Diah, me and him would fuck the same bitch. Pass her ass right along to the next. We’ve even pulled a few trains on bitches. Perri? She seemed special to Roman. Too special to let up off her, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

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  Perri walked onto the jet as if she was familiar with it and I believed she was. Roman must have been flying her ass from country to country. I whistled to myself. I bet his black ass was coming off some bread trying to maintain two houses. Hell, now I was wondering if Ma knew about this. Hell nah. I would have heard about it by now.