My friends think I’m nuts but that’s not it. I just have different morals than folks. I believe in the old-fashioned way of doing things. Holding men accountable for their actions. To me that don’t mean treating their fuckups with anger and violence. It means figuring out how to exploit them.
See, I’m fifty-three years old, which more than qualifies me to be grown. I got a few gray hairs to testify to my wisdom, two grandbabies, and a long, black dildo named Harry—see what I mean? And I ain’t never been a dumb woman. How the kids say? “No, never that!” So when that young girl came knocking on my door talking ’bout she twenty-two years old and pregnant by my husband, I had to let the bitch in, if nothing other than to see if she was smoking crack!
Had to be.
But I understood. To a young, struggling girl, ain’t nothing like an older man—specially if he gray. I remember those feelings. Feeling like older men were more handsome and mature ’cause they wore business suits and nice cologne (which by the way don’t apply to James). Thought they had lots of money ’cause they were established (again, not James). Felt like they were intriguing ’cause their world was different than mine.
Chile, boo! If that girl really knew James Leonard, she woulda known that first of all, he’s gassy, and two, he got gout on his big toe. Flares up every six months in time for us to have sex. Even fucking with his socks on, that shit is nasty. Heard it come from being lazy. Well, that sound about right. And far as having money, I can’t say it enough— James Leonard ain’t got none. The other day, Social Security called here talking ’bout how he owe them a check! But the girlfriends don’t know these things. Got they head too far in the clouds.
Jordan Eller, what she call herself, the girl who knocked on my door. Pretty girl, too. Long, bronze hair, light skin, got them hazel eyes, good eyes. Big-chested and big ass. Thick legs. Earring in her tongue. Knew right away she been fucking longer than me, which I thought was interesting, so I let her in. Hospitable as I am, I offered her a glass of homemade lemonade, but she declined. I suppose she thought I was trying to poison her, but that certainly wasn’t the case. Far as I was concerned, if I could get her to stick around, she could take over my wifely duties. Then me and Harry could run off into the Caribbean sunset.
So, sitting on my couch, we get to talking and she tells me how she used to be a teen runaway but now that she’s legal she works for an escort service that don’t pay much (in other words, she a ho). That’s where she met James. Sucked his dick for fifteen dollars, and I was mad as hell. After all those years of marriage and commitment, I been sucking his dick for free? I coulda saved up for a vacation for Harry and me if hada been charging James properly.
Anyhow, one day James bought her a gift of flowers and she fucked him on the spot wit’ no condom. Ended up getting pregnant. Said she didn’t believe in abortion ’cause she got morals plus she didn’t wanna expose her fetus to the dicks of different men. Problem was, if she got out “the business” as she called it, she wouldn’t have money to take care of it—“it” being the little bastard child she was carrying. Said she was scared and confused and needing James’s advice. Said she got the address from his credit-card billing information.
“Well, he ain’t here, baby. Probably getting his dick sucked again. Where’s your family?” I asked, being as compassionate as I could.
“Miss Ma’am, I don’t have no family. Like I said, I ran away when I was young.”
“Call me Emma, chile, and I understand. I’ve fucked other women’s husbands in my time. Never got pregnant by them but I guess I was just lucky.”
Jordan’s face turned rosy like she was embarrassed of what I said, but with my husband’s baby growing in her stomach, it was too late for that. Shoulda been embarrassed before she opened them legs.
“Where you live now?” I asked.
“In a women’s shelter. It’s filthy and it has bedbugs but that’s all I can afford, and I can only stay there two more days.”
“Been to the doctor yet?”
“Only the emergency room to confirm the pregnancy, but not for prenatal care ’cause I can’t afford it. Homeless women ain’t eligible for Medicaid. Well, they don’t come out and say you ain’t eligible, but they make it too hard for you to qualify. You ain’t mad at me, Miss Emma, is you? ’Cause you ain’t acting like you mad.”
“Nah, girl. How can I be mad at a professional ho? If I was, it would only be jealousy. Every woman wants to be a ho at some point in her life. I’m sure of it.”
“Oh.”
“Well, look here, chile. Since you went and got yourself knocked up, why don’t you come live with us? That way me and James can make sure your needs is met.”
“What do you think he’ll say?”
“Why you care if I don’t? I’m fine wit’ it just as long as you be a good wife to him so I can snuggle up to Harry.”
“Who’s that?”
“My boyfriend! We in a very serious relationship. But don’t concern yourself wit’ dat. Just know that you and your baby will be fine. You need a ride back to the shelter to get your stuff?”
“No, ma’am. I ain’t really got no stuff.”
“Well then, go on and use my phone to cancel that ho job you got ’cause you don’t need it no more. It’s time for you to be a real woman, not a ho. There’s a guest room down the hall and to the right. You can stay in there tonight and the nights you ain’t wit’ James. On the nights you are wit’ him, I’ll stay in there. And just so you know, I want dinner ready every night by seven. Be sure to make my steak medium-rare.”
That’s how it started. I believed I was doing the right thing—helping the less fortunate in the community, giving a baby a future, and making time for me and Harry.
The first night I heard them fucking, I couldn’t believe Jame
s could make a woman feel so good. I had told them they didn’t have to hide their sex ’cause sex made labor and delivery easier, plus, I wasn’t gonna hide what I was doing wit’ Harry. Even though I knew I had said that, hearing them bump ’n’ grind took me by surprise. The bed was shaking, Jordan was moaning, and James was grunting so loud and gutturally that I actually got horny. I left the guest room and shuffled to the bedroom to see for myself. I only had to push the door open a tad to see in. The scent of steamy sex got to me immediately. In an instant, my pussy was wet. I stood frozen in my spot and watched.
James’s black ass was kneeling on the bed holding Jordan’s yella legs open like a V. His long, thick dick plunged in and out of her oozing pussy. The expression on his face said he knew he was dicking her good. She moaned and purred as she rubbed her clit and pulled her nipples. Her titties shook and shimmied like Saturday Night Fever as he pumped into her. He bent over, sucked her nipples, and smacked her ass without ever losing rhythm.
“Oh, Jamie, baby, fuck me hard, baby,” Jordan moaned.