she had to keep Sheila in check before her paranoid ass messed up everything. She had work to do, and she went to relax in the tub before putting her plan into action.
Marital Bliss?
For James, staying away from Monica was nothing. He knew she was trouble, and to avoid losing his wife he avoided her. She called his cell phone on occasion to hook up, but he always had a reason why it wasnât a good idea. This, of course, frustrated Monica, and she wasnât one to let things go easily. Deciding to pay James a little visit at home, she got into her hot pink convertible Benz dressed in a trench coat and stiletto heels. Freshly done hair, perfect make up, and nothing underneath the trench coat was sure to get Jamesâs attention. She almost burst with anticipation as she zigzagged in and out of traffic on her twenty-minute ride to the Cinque household.
Deciding to park a block down from the house so James wouldnât hear her pull up in the driveway, Monica made her way to the front door, her heels echoing loudly on the sidewalk. Glancing through the window, she spied James sitting on the couch in boxers and a T-shirt watching television. Monica knew Jasmine and the kids were away because Sheila had informed her that Jasmine went to visit her mother in Virginia on a three-day-weekend vacation. James couldnât go because it was sweeps week at the station, and he had to be there to make sure everything ran smoothly.
Ringing the doorbell, she loosened the belt on her coat so that when he opened the door she could surprise him. She felt in her pocket for the pair of panties she had in there then posed for him once the door opened.
âMonica, what are you doing here?â James asked as he leaned out the door and looked from side to side to make sure none of his neighbors were out. Things with he and Jasmine were starting to get better, and the last thing he needed was one of his nosey-ass neighbors seeing another woman entering his house. They would tell Jasmine no soon as she set foot on the block, and that would be something else he would have to explain. They were finally talking out their differences, and although it wasnât back to normal, it was damn close.
âI came to see you. I miss you,â Monica responded, revealing herself to James. The look on his face said it all, yet he hadnât invited her in yet. Rubbing her hands down her body, she looked James in the eye, waiting for him to say something.
âI told you we had to chill for a while. I thought you understood that,â James responded with his eyes still roaming all over Monicaâs naked body. Her trench coat was falling off her shoulders while she fingered herself. James knew if he didnât invite her in she would be standing in front of him naked for the entire neighborhood to see. And with his luck, all his neighbors would come out as soon as her coat hit the ground.
âYeah, but Jazz and the kids are out of town, and you know what they say,â she responded as she walked up to him in the doorway, and took hold of his erection. âWhen the catâs away . . .â
âMonica, we canât do this. Jasmine would have a fit!â James tried to keep his cool as she was backing him into the house, but it wasnât working. Before he knew it, Monica had the door closed and him sprawled out on the couch with his boxers down around his knees.
âWhat she doesnât know wonât hurt you. You know you want this.â
She kissed him behind his ear and stroked his length against her clit at the same time. Her wetness covered the head of his penis, and James struggled to gain control of the situation.
âMonica, you shouldnât be here,â James responded weakly as he pushed her back off him. He stood up, pulling his boxers up with him, and tried to clear his head. Monica was set on getting it whether he wanted to give it or not, and instead of arguing with him, she turned and went
Kent Flannery, Joyce Marcus