My Woman His Wife Saga by Anna J.

go home!”
    â€œOkay, okay. I’m going. I miss you already.”
    â€œYeah, yeah. I miss you too, now go.”
    James slowly made his way to the car, trying to make sense of what had just happened. With him exploding inside of Monica and orally pleasing his wife’s secretary, he was sure this wasn’t the end of it. He just prayed he could fix things at home before shit got out of hand.
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    Sheila listened to everything from the top of the stairs and crept back to the room when she heard Monica closing the front door. She liked Jasmine as a person and didn’t want anything to do with this bullshit Monica had cooking up. This was only her second time at Monica’s house, and she was still surprised at how she ended up there the first time. She was sitting on the edge of the bed contemplating all of this when Monica walked in the room.
    â€œSo, Sheila, did you enjoy yourself tonight, sweetie?” Monica asked before she reached behind the mirror and pulled out the camcorder. Sheila didn’t know they were being taped and didn’t know what to do. She’d just gotten herself into some serious shit and was clueless as how to get out of it.
    â€œYes, it was nice, but I need to be heading out. I need to pick up my son from my mom’s house before she starts calling around looking for me.” Her son was at home with her sister, but she was trying to find any reason to leave. She knew she would never step foot into Monica’s house again, but she had to get out first.
    â€œNo problem, sweetie. Call a cab and get yourself dressed. I want to download some of these pictures onto my laptop before I forget. Let me know when you’re leaving,” Monica replied before leaving the room. She never even made eye contact with Sheila as she talked.
    Sheila got dressed as quickly as possible after calling a cab from Monica’s phone. She sat in the living room as she was instructed, and didn’t budge until the cab driver honked his horn out front. Monica came into the living room and gave her money to get home in one envelope and money for the evening in another. Sheila was confused as to why she was getting paid for being there, and it showed all over her face.
    â€œNow, this night is our little secret, right?” Monica warned more than asked Sheila as she waited for her to reply.
    â€œYes, I won’t say anything.”
    â€œOkay, I’ll call you later. Be sure to answer the phone.”
    Sheila walked out of the house and Monica watched her from the doorway, not seeming to care that she was still topless. Just as Sheila was opening the cab door, Monica called out to her. Sheila looked at Monica puzzled at what she was calling her for.
    â€œJust a heads up,” Monica began with an evil look on her face. “Don’t fuck with me!”
    Sheila got into the cab quickly and instructed the driver to take her home. Her heart didn’t slow down for a couple of blocks, and for once in her life someone other than her mother put fear in her. She never suspected Monica was crazy, just a little obsessive with all the pink and white going on. Now that she knew Monica was crazy, she had to find a way to tell Jasmine without her finding out she’d slept with her husband too. Sheila didn’t know what to do and was in tears by the time she got home.

    James had left his credit card in another pants pocket and didn’t have any cash on him to replace the underclothes Monica took from him. He decided once he got in the house that he would hop in the shower and sleep in the guest room. He wanted to make up with Jasmine for the way he had been acting, but tonight wouldn’t work. He smelled like he just came from Monica’s house, and he didn’t want Jasmine to even think he was stepping out on her.
    When he walked in Jasmine was lying on the couch asleep. She must have been waiting for him to get back and dozed off. Looking at his watch, he