My Woman His Wife Saga (8 page)

“Can I help you, Officer?” Monica said to the cop standing outside her car door. She hoped he would make it quick; she had things to do.

“Ma'am, are you aware of how fast you were going?”

“No, sir I'm not. I have to pee and was in a rush to get home. I only live a few houses down on this side of the street.” She gave him her most pitiful look, but he didn't seem to be buying it.

“License, insurance, and registration, please,” the cop said, looking into the car window.

“Sir, please. You can't give me a ticket. I just got this car. Let me make it up to you.”

“Ma'am, are you soliciting me? I'm an officer of the law, and I can lock you up for prostitution.”

“I'm not a prostitute, sir! I'm just trying to get out of this ticket. I only live a few houses down. No one has to know but me and you.”

The officer looked at her for a second to see if she was ser-ious. Monica started unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her chocolate breasts to the rookie cop. Monica had already slept with most of the guys on the force, and she didn't remember seeing this one before. He started thinking about how things were terrible at home, and his evident erection let Monica know she had him hooked. That was exactly how she got the mayor to sleep with her, and her little flash trick worked here too.

“Pull up to your door and go in,” the officer said. “Leave the door unlocked; I'll be coming in right behind you.”

Pulling off, Monica made her way down the block and parked her car in the driveway. Doing exactly as she was told, she went inside and stripped down to nothing as she waited for the cop to come in. Forgetting about the pregnancy and her earlier dilemma, she sat on the floor in front of the fireplace with her legs open, tugging on her clit. When the cop walked in, he spotted Monica and almost came on himself right then. Undressing quickly, he joined her on the rug, his head falling directly between her legs.

“Eat up, Officer,” Monica spoke to him while holding on to the back of his head.

The cop kissed his way up her stomach, inserting himself unprotected as he kissed her breasts. Not even a minute later, he spit his seed inside of her, collapsing heavily on top of her. Monica held her breath and waited for him to move.

Rolling off her, he snatched her shirt from the floor beside them, and wiped himself off before stepping back into his uniform. Monica looked up at him from the floor with a smirk on her face.

“Now, be careful how you drive for now on. I wouldn't want you to tear that pretty car up,” he said as he placed his state-issued hat on top of his bald head.

Monica just looked at him, wishing he would hurry up and close the door. After all, she was ass-naked, and there was a cool breeze outside, even for the middle of May. Officer Hill looked back at her once more before closing the door. Getting up to lock it, Monica almost laughed aloud at his silly ass.

“He had the nerve to look like he just did something,” she said on the way upstairs. Totally forgetting about the pregnancy test, she filled the tub with hot water and soaked her tired body. Jasmine and how she was going to steal her from James was still on her mind as she rinsed off and went to lie across her bed. Before she knew it, she was drifting off to sleep, already making up her mind to visit Jasmine in the morning.

 

 

The next morning Monica was parked down the street from Jasmine's house waiting patiently for James and the kids to leave. She knew they rotated mornings on who took the kids out, and she hoped it would play in her favor today. Dozing off for a minute, she woke up in time to see James and his twins get in the car and pull off. Ducking down some in her seat so he wouldn't see her when they passed by, she waited about five minutes before she got out of the car and went up to the door.

Monica was dressed similarly to what she had on for James, but this time she had on the red French-cut boy shorts that Jasmine liked to see her in. Tying the belt tighter around her waist, she rung the bell and waited patiently for Jasmine to answer. When Jasmine came to the door, all she had on was a bathrobe, and half her hair was pinned up because she was curling it. Half dressed, she still looked like a goddess to Monica, and she wanted so badly to just have her to herself.

“What are you doing here?” Jasmine asked, looking both ways to see if anyone was outside. She didn't want to have to explain to James later why Monica was there.

“I came to see you, silly,” Monica replied playfully. “It's been a while since we—you know, and I decided to catch you before you left. Maybe give you something to smile about while you're at work.”

“Okay, Monica, that's cool and all, but what if James were here? How would I explain that?” Jasmine said, a little frustrated although she was getting wet just thinking about what Monica would do to her.

“I figured he would be gone around this time; that's why I waited. I'm sorry if I caused a problem,” Monica began looking like she was about to cry. “I just miss you, and I needed to see you, so I came over.”

“Look, don't cry,” Jasmine said after the first tear fell. “Come on in, but we have to be quick because I have to get to work soon.”

“No problem, just lay back and let me make you feel good.”

Jasmine, still a little irritated, went upstairs to the bathroom with Monica following close behind.

While Jasmine was in the bathroom, Monica checked behind the bed to make sure the panties were still there. She also felt in her jacket pocket for the clay she brought with her. She knew a guy that made keys, and he told her all she needed was a good print of the key she wanted duplicated and he could make her one. She hoped Jasmine's house keys would be lying around somewhere so she could get a print, and was looking around from her spot on the bed.

Jasmine entered the room naked and took a spot on the bed next to Monica. Scooting over in the middle of the bed and spreading her legs, she waited for Monica to do whatever she was going to do. She hoped James wouldn't turn around and come back to the house for anything as Monica began at her toes and worked her way up.

Monica had already taken off her panties and had them on the side of the bed. Pleasing herself in the process, she spread open Jasmine's lips with her free hand and immediately took hold of her clit, making Jasmine explode instantly. Holding her legs up, Jasmine held on to the back of Monica's head while she devoured her. Moaning like crazy and exploding all over the place, Jasmine took her nipples into her mouth one at a time, adding to the excitement that was already playing all over her body.

Monica made sure to put her tongue inside of Jasmine, lapping up all of her honey until there was nothing left. Jasmine started squirming under her, indicating that another orgasm was fast-approaching. Taking her hand from her own clit, Monica licked off her juices before inserting her fingers inside of Jasmine's tightness. Jasmine's body was barely on the bed as she rained all over Monica's hand and tongue.

Reaching over into her coat pocket, Monica pulled out the strap-on she'd brought with her and stepped into it. Getting as close to Jasmine as possible on her knees, she threw Jasmine's legs over her shoulders, plunging into her deeply and hoping that she was doing a better job than James. Jasmine held her lips open, begging Monica not to stop. Monica threw her legs over to the side, taking her that way, with Jasmine holding on to the headboard.

“Whose pussy is this?” Monica asked in a low tone, but loud enough for Jasmine to hear her.

“It's yours,” Jasmine replied between breaths. Monica was doing the damn thing to her, and she was shocked because it was almost better than what James did the night before—almost.

“Tell me it's my pussy! Say it!” Monica came back, enjoying the control she had over Jasmine at this point. If Jasmine had any doubts that a woman could please her the same or better as a man, Monica wanted to make sure that she knew she could have the best of both worlds.

“Monica, it's your pussy. It's yours, baby,” Jasmine responded as Monica turned her body so that she was on her knees in the doggie style position.

“It better be.”

Monica started kissing Jasmine down her back, and running her tongue up and down her spine, making Jasmine go crazy. Using some of the KY-Jelly from off the nightstand, she applied some on Jasmine's asshole, never losing her rhythm with Jasmine throwing her ass back like crazy. She slowly pushed her finger into Jasmine's ass and slowed down her stroke; Jasmine's back stiffened.

“Jasmine, just relax. I won't hurt you, just enjoy it.”

Every time Monica pushed in she pulled her finger out, and vice versa building up an orgasm so big Jasmine just about passed put from the explosion. Feeling satisfied that she'd handled her business, Monica pulled out of Jasmine and stepped out of her strap-on. Jasmine was lying face down on the bed trying to catch her breath as Monica dressed. Smiling to herself, she walked around the side of the bed and kissed Jasmine on the forehead.

“I'll call you later,” Monica said before leaving the room, “and I'll lock the door behind me. Don't oversleep; it's nine o'clock.”

Jasmine just kind of grunted her good bye and remained sprawled out on the bed, trying to get herself together.

When Monica got downstairs, she spotted the peg block hanging by the door. Coming closer to it, she saw several keys hanging from it. There were numerous tags listing what the keys were over each peg, and the last one that read “Spare House Keys” had two of the same keys hanging from it. She started to just take a key, but that would be too easy. Testing the key in the door to make sure it was the right one, she did as she was told and pressed the key firmly into the clay; the shape and name on the key came out perfectly. Smiling to herself, she slid the clay into one of the sandwich bags on the table and left the house whistling.

On her way back home, she went by the locksmith's office and dropped the imprint off. After knocking him off quickly, he told her she could come back and get the key that afternoon. She went home, and all of a sudden felt very sleepy and decided to take her shower after a nap.

Jasmine finally got out of the bed a half hour after Monica left. Pulling the sheets with her, the pair of underwear that Monica planted there popped out as planned. Jasmine, not wanting James to know that Monica was there and thinking that those were the panties Monica came there in, put them in the bottom of the hamper, mentally writing herself a note to get them out later before James saw them. Already late for work, she quickly dressed and headed for the office, smiling all the way there, just as Monica said she would.

An hour later, Jasmine walked into the office with a smile so bright she could be the star of a Colgate commercial. Unusually friendly to everyone, she practically skipped into her office, flopping down in her chair when she got there. Not that she was a mean person, but Jasmine was very professional all the time, and it was rare that she was giddy and carefree like she was now. She didn't know Monica had it in her to turn her out like that, but she was hooked. Never in her wildest imagination did she think a girl could leave her feeling sore and completely drained at the same time, but then again Monica wasn't just “any woman,” and you could never be too sure of her capabilities.

“Sheila, can I see you in my office please?” Jasmine called from the intercom. She had several meetings she needed to attend, and if Sheila could download a couple of subpoenas for her by the time she got back, it would take a few hours off her day.

When Sheila walked in, her face was red and her eyes were puffy like she had been crying all morning. Trying to hide behind her hair, she sat down with her pen and notepad ready, looking into her lap and not at Jasmine like she normally did. Monica had been harassing her all week because she was avoiding her calls, and even went as far as sending her photos of her and Jasmine's husband when they were at her house. Somehow she took her face out of the pictures and put Sheila's there as if she was the one having sex with him. All she and James did was exchange oral pleasantries; there was never any penetration between the two.

She didn't know what Monica would do, but she did know she couldn't afford to lose her job. She already felt bad about what she did with her boss's husband, and Monica was only making it worse.

“Sheila, are you okay?” Jasmine asked, concern etching her face and stealing her once-jolly mood away completely.

“I'm fine.” Sheila started to cry again. “Let's just get on with the meeting.”

“If you were fine, you wouldn't be sitting here in tears.” Jasmine decided to ignore her attitude and go around to sit in the chair opposite of Sheila with her tissue box in hand. “I'm a lawyer, I can help you.”

“It's nothing, really; just some issues I have to work through, that's all,” Sheila said, trying to steer the conversation away from her.

“Sheila, whatever it is, you can tell me. I'll try my best to help you, and I know others who can also. Is it your son's father? Is he abusing you?” Jasmine went on, at the same time going through her mental Rolodex thinking of who could help Sheila out with the situation she thought Sheila might be in.

Sheila just wanted to go home. As much as she wanted to tell, Jasmine could not help her out of this one. She had to do what was necessary to get Monica off her back, and although she didn't know what her solution was just yet, she knew she had to think fast before things got out of hand.

“No, I'm fine, really. I think I may end up taking a half-day if you don't really have anything for me to do. Honestly, my head is pounding and I probably won't be any good around here anyway.”

“That's not a problem. All I need you to do is pull up and send out a few subpoenas for the files in the corner over there, then you can head out. Leave me a note on top of them when you're done, and your number so I can check on you later.”

“Are you sure? I can stay if you need me.”

“No, Sheila, go on. Every so often a woman needs to just lie down and rest for a second. You have my cell number; call if you need me.”

“I will. Are we done now?” Sheila asked, wanting to get out of Jasmine's face. She felt like shit because the one person who was showing her the most concern should be whipping her ass for sucking her husband's dick. She got up to leave before any more tears fell.

“Yeah, we're done. I'll give you a call tonight, okay?”

“Cool.”

Jasmine gathered a couple of folders for some cases she had to view and put the one she was about to start with on top. On her way out the door, she walked slowly by Sheila, looking to see if she was okay. Sheila was having a heated debate over the phone, and it was getting loud. Knowing how the senior partners were and not wanting Sheila to lose her job because of her personal problems, she waited by Sheila's desk for her to end the call.

“I told you to stop calling here!” Sheila said sharply through the phone. Monica was getting on her last nerve, and she had already hung the phone up twice on her. Something Monica said made Sheila freeze up. She was holding the phone tightly to her ear, tears streaming down her face.

Jasmine touched her shoulder to let her know she was standing there, and that she was starting to get weird looks from the other workers in the office. Sheila held up one finger to indicate she was almost done with her conversation, and she wanted to talk to her.

“I'll meet you there, but this is the last time,” she said to Monica on the phone.

“Be there or else,” Monica said then hung up.

Sheila placed the phone back on the hook slowly and followed Jasmine back into her office. After twenty minutes of convincing Jasmine that she would be okay, Jasmine recommended that she take some time off to get herself together. She informed Sheila of the procedures for a sick and a personal leave, and told her to let her know what she would do by the next day.

“I'm just looking out for you,” Jasmine said while offering Sheila more tissue for her never-ending tears.

“I know, and I really appreciate it. If you could get the paper work for me, I'll come in tomorrow and fill it out so you can put it through.” Not that Sheila wanted to leave work, but Monica was too much to handle emotionally and physically, and if any shit went down between Monica and Jasmine's husband, she didn't want to be there for it.

“No problem, just go on home. I'll get one of the temps to do the subpoenas for me and we'll talk tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” Sheila responded after giving Jasmine a hug.

Sheila gathered her stuff and followed Jasmine out to the elevator. On the way down to the street level, Jasmine offered her a ride to wherever she needed to go.

“That's okay,” Sheila said. “You've already been a big help.”

“Just let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.”

As the elevator doors opened, Sheila tried to quickly step through them and managed to bump her right arm against the door. She winced and dropped the folder she was carrying. The photos Monica sent her scattered across the floor.

Both women bent down at the same time to pick them up, but before Jasmine had a chance to put her hand on one Sheila scooped them all up in a big pile. Jasmine peeped a few, but not close enough to notice her husband in any of them. Jasmine handed Sheila the hat she dropped.

“You sure you don't need a ride?” Jasmine asked one last time.

Sheila pulled the folder close to her chest. “Yeah,” she muttered. “I'll just take the bus.” She waved, turned, and walked off.

 

 

By the time Sheila got to Monica's house, she was a nervous wreck. She opted to take the bus over there for two reasons. One because she needed time to clear her head; she had to put Monica in her place, or at least try to. She was determined to make Monica understand that she wanted no parts of the bullshit she was brewing up and that she wanted to be left out of the entire situation. The second reason she caught the bus was because she knew Jasmine and Monica were cool—not exactly how cool they were—but she knew they were friends and she didn't want Jasmine to know she was chillin' with Monica like that.

Walking up the block slowly, Sheila made her way to the only pink house on the block. Monica's house stood out, seeming to make the neighborhood look a little brighter. Approaching the door, she raised her hand to knock. Monica swung the door open before Sheila's fist could make contact with the wood, and she accidentally punched Monica in the mouth. Monica immediately covered her mouth with both hands, caught off guard by the blow. She knew it was an accident by the look on Sheila's face, but she snapped anyway.

“Monica, I'm so sorry.” Sheila reached out to hold Monica's face, but Monica stepped back. The hit wasn't as hard as Monica was making it out to be, but being the drama queen that she was, she milked it for all it was worth.

Instead of answering, she just turned around and went toward the kitchen to get some ice for the non-existent swelling she thought would take place. Sheila was so close on her heels that when Monica stopped suddenly Sheila bumped into her, causing the back of Monica's house shoe to flop off. Trying to keep her cool, Monica kicked the shoe off and continued to the freezer to get the ice. Sheila waited silently at the kitchen table for Monica to wrap her ice in a towel, put on the house shoes that were by the back door, and examine the back of her foot.

“Monica, I'm so sor—”

“Bitch, just be quiet! You done just about worked my last nerve, and you ain't been here that long. Fall back!”

That shut Sheila's ass right up. Monica was a tad on the demanding side, but she'd never talked to her in that tone before. Sheila wanted to say something, but for reasons even she didn't understand, Monica scared the hell out of her. Even if she wasn't scared, she couldn't think of a snappy comeback in time anyway, so she did as she was told and fell back. After about five minutes of silence and Monica giving her dirty looks, she finally joined Sheila at the table and got down to why Sheila was there in the first place.

“I need you to help me out with something,” Monica began in a matter-of-fact tone like she dared Sheila to say she wouldn't do it.

“What is it?” Sheila did not feel like the Monica drama, but she figured if she just agreed to do whatever she wanted, she could leave and not hear from her again.

“James keeps asking about you, and he wants to know if you're down with a threesome. I told him you would do it,” Monica closely watched Sheila's reaction.

Monica had spoken to James about a threesome when she was at his house the night before, but he said he didn't want anything to do with it. Since she stopped by his house that day, she had to find some way to have sex with him again if this pregnancy thing was going to work. She had taken two pregnancy tests so far and both came up positive, but she wanted to be one hundred percent sure before she visited her gynecologist.

“I'm not getting into that with you. Find someone else; you know his wife is my boss,” Sheila said with her arms folded across her chest. For the first time, Sheila was seeing just how crazy and deranged Monica really was.

Monica came around the table and stood close to Sheila. She bent down so that the two were face to face.

“You'll do it,” she whispered, “because if you don't, every step you take I'll be right in your ass. Trust and believe that life for you will be nothing wonderful when I'm done with you.”

“Monica, what are you going to do? So what you sent pictures to the job? Your bedroom is in the background, and they weren't even clear shots,” Sheila responded, feeling confident all of a sudden. She tried to play the same role Monica was playing and hoped that Monica would be somewhat intimidated.

“Dear Sheila, a lot of shit has changed,” Monica said while walking circles around the table. Her facial expression seemed to turn sinister.

“The photos I sent you were that way because I knew you would underestimate me. I have photos of you giving him head and everything. I can take your picture and put it anywhere I choose—even e-mail them to Jazz if I wanted to take it to that level. How much of a job will you have then?”

Trying to hold her ground, but close to breaking down, Sheila was determined not to be a part of the nonsense. Jasmine was looking out for her in a major way even though she already violated her by sleeping with her husband. She couldn't bring herself to cross Jasmine again, and was damn near about to cry. She couldn't understand how Monica could act the way she did and not care about the lives of the people she was hurting.

Monica took her seat across from Sheila and waited for her to reply. In Monica's mind she couldn't take it far enough to get Jasmine. She wanted her as much as she wanted her next breath, and she was determined to have her by any means necessary. Sheila would be the perfect source to get Jasmine to leave James, and she figured she would have James's child so they could both have him in common. Sick and twisted? Yes, but she didn't care and was getting fed up because it was taking too long to get what she wanted.

“How do you plan to get James to come by? He's obviously happy at home. Jasmine came in the office today looking like he put some serious work in this morning,” Sheila said hoping to throw Monica off.

Monica almost laughed. “You let me worry about that,” she said, smirking. “Just be ready when I set up the meeting. I'll call you the day before. Now leave, your presence is making me feel sick.”

Sheila wanted to grip Monica's ass up, but she decided it wasn't worth it. Monica could call until the cows came home. Sheila would be changing her phone number the very next day, and would be staying at her mom's house during her leave of absence from work. Monica was crazy, and Sheila decided to let her be crazy all by herself. Not wanting to reveal how she would pull off her disappearing act, Sheila readied herself to leave.

“I need a ride home,” Sheila said to Monica on her way to the door.

“There's money on the table in the living room. Call a cab, and wait outside for it. I want you gone before I start getting pissed.”

Sheila just gave Monica a look like she couldn't believe how she was acting and walked away. In the living room Sheila found about two hundred dollars sitting on the table next to receipts from Neiman Marcus and Strawbridge's. It only cost about seven dollars for her to get home, but Sheila opted to take the whole two hundred. Instead of calling a cab, she walked until she found one. Calling her sister over to help her with her son once she got home, she gave her sister half the money to tell Monica she wasn't there no matter how many times she called. Sheila knew getting away from Monica wouldn't be easy, and she needed her sister there just in case she needed backup.