Sleeping In The Bed You Made

     Being a councilman has it perks, despite being a black man in politics. It's uncommon yes and I didn't think that I would be here when I was growing up as a child on the south side of Atlanta; I always wanted to play sports and be in somebody's major league. I was attracted to the glitz and glam of having a lot of money, nice things, and women throwing themselves at you. My position of power has afforded me somewhat of the same opportunities. I didn't make nearly as much as an NBA player but I made a six figure salary and that was enough to have women throw themselves at me. 

     I, of course, drove the best car that I could afford; one thing that attracted women to me and I loved the attention. I didn't care that they only cared for the money, I was getting what I wanted in the end and that was to control their mind and bodies with my mouth and penis. What can I say, I love women! Black, white, Asian, Hispanic, I love them all if they were attractive. 
     
     My obsession, for a lack of a better word, with women has led me to where we are now and why I am in a therapist's office waiting to be seen by someone who thinks that I have a problem. These muthafuckas coming at me with some sexual addiction bullshit. I am simply a man that loves sex but they say I fit the qualities of an individual that is obsessed with sexual thoughts; thoughts which interfere with my ability to work properly, have relationships, and go about my daily activities. Like I said, I call bullshit!

     I've been in this game and in politics for a decade now and I can admit I have made some mistakes along the way. Their names are Chy'anne, Lyrica, Mina, and Aubree. These four women are my wives. How did I end up in this fucked up situation? Where do I start?

     I met Mina first. She is my Blasian wife; her mother African American and her father is from Thailand. She was my manicurist before I made her fine ass quit and moved her into my five bedroom, four bathroom home. I was infatuated with her beauty and waking up to her pretty ass face sucking my dick every morning. She really did love me long time. She loved sucking my dick more than she loved taking it but her pussy was like steak and lemonade too. We never went out much but we made up for that time with sex. I knew I wanted her to be with me forever because I never knew what it felt like to want head and pussy; she gave it to me in abundance.

     Not long after marrying Mina, my snow bunny Chy'anne came along. She was the baddest white woman I had ever seen the day we locked eyes at the gym we happened to be in at the same time. She was there for a yoga class and her yoga pants couldn't tame the monkey that was peeking at me from between her juicy thighs. My eyes were fixated on her phat ass pussy. I had never been with a white girl up till that point so of course I jumped on the opportunity to have my dick sucked by one; I heard they were the best! Long story short, I made her wifey after she sucked my soul through my dick. I was in love with her deep throat game.

     Aubree was an intern with my campaign office. She was already interested in me which is why she joined my campaign team. I am sure that she had no idea that I was a freak with two wives who lived in separate cities so that they would never find out about each other. All they knew was that their husband was a politician and always busy and spent long nights at his office working. They never questioned me or my whereabouts so stringing Aubree along for my benefit was easy. She offered me great sex as well, and she was much younger than me; my pretty young thing as I referred to her. She had a lot of energy and stamina and loved riding my well endowed penis until she couldn't feel her legs anymore. I loved watching her fat round ass bounce and wiggle up and down my dick. She wasn't as good at sucking dick as she was popping that pussy but I had other wives for that. She was down for me and showed me her worth during my campaign so she soon became another wife too.
  
     I was a busy man with work and three women to take care of financially and sexually and emotionally but that didn't stop me for marrying Lyrica six months after I met her. She is that down ass around the way black Queen that every black man needs in his life. My other wives loyalty didn't compare to Lyrica's. She would hide a body for me if I needed her too with no questions asked. She cooked, she cleaned, and she fucked me good on a regular and was the nastiest of them all. She was my squirter, my porn star, my stripper, my sex slave. I am in love with her the most. And unfortunately, she is the reason why I am here. This therapist that we are seeing, is her best-friend and Lyrica found out about my other "situations." Now she has a secret to tell me and an ultimatum for her to keep her mouth shut. She is threatening to tell them and my colleagues, This shit will ruin my career and life! The one that I trusted the most and loved the most now had my entire life and career in the palm of her french manicured hands. I dreaded seeing her walk through that office door......

TO BE CONTINUED....

Love Incarcerated

     I gotta be out my damn mind quitting a $25 an hour government job to make $10 less per hour just to see this nigga. I know it sounds crazy but I love him just that much. And sitting here in this interview is proof of how much I love his ass even though he ain't no good for me. I knew that much before I married him yet I still married him. Good sex will make a bitch go crazy and I was one of those bitches. Not to mention he rescued me from my abusive pimp and took care of me, put me through school, fed me, clothed me, and held me down until I finished and got a real job. 

     The interview at the sate penitentiary where my husband was housed for aggravated robbery, among other charges, went great. I knew that my credentials would secure the position as a corrections officer. Obviously, I didn't care for the money; I need my husband and he needs me. How he makes me feel, no one else can do that for me. If this is what I gotta do to be with him, then I will do it. I made a vow to that man, through thick and thin and for better or worse; this was our worse. 

     Within a week, I was in uniform going through orientation and training. My husband had no idea what I was up to. He was nine months in on a sixteen year bid so this would be a surprise for him. I haven't seen him at all because I knew that I couldn't visit and apply for a job at the same prison and eventually I knew that I would get figured out. But now that I'm here, we'll be hugging, kissing, sucking, fucking, licking, and whatever else he wanted to do. My pussy was getting wet during orientation just thinking about it. 

     Two weeks later, I was now a corrections officer on duty and on a mission. I learned of my husband's location in the prison during a tour of the facility. I seen him but he didn't see me see him. The first chance I got I would catch him alone and swallow his dick to let him know and show him what was good. I had been doing my research over the past two weeks and I know that he worked in the kitchen. I figured out when to catch him and where. I am getting excited for so many reasons. The thrill of getting caught, the sneaking around, not to mention the dick game is strong and got me hooked like Newports.

     I watched my husband's every move for the first week and a half or so to get a feel of his routine and a feel of the other officers. I didn't need anybody hating or cock blocking my shit. The opportunity I was waiting for would soon come. But I definitely wasn't expecting what came with it. 

     "What the fuck Vaughn!"

     "Celeste!? What the fuck is you doing here? And in a fucking CO's uniform?"

     Here this nigga was with another nigga bent over an old broken desk in a storage closet, fucking the hell outta his ass and he was asking me questions. I am livid and confused and hurt. My husband was already turned out! 

     "Nigga you gay now?" 

     "It ain't what it look like Les. It's just a piece of ass, no different from one of these bitches you think I be fucking with."

     

     I wanna slap the hell out of his ass for thinking I'm stupid. It's sad how much he knows me and knows what to say to keep me. 

     "I got needs Les. What am I suppose to do for sixteen fucking years huh? Did you come here for me?"

     "I did but I don't know no more now. I quit my job to apply here just so I can be with you. Look like you moved on already."

     I am big salty! And feel like a damn fool standing here with my husband and his butt buddy.

     "We can still be together baby. We can all be one big happy family. I'm with you when you here and with him when you ain't. I love you so much. You my rider that's why I married you and not them other hoes."

     He was right about that, I was his rider and would do whatever for him just to be with him. And he knew it too. And again he was right, I'd do anything to be with him, even if it meant sharing him with another man......

TO BE CONTINUED....