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A Mistress’s Karma:
The next night when Walter came to my place after work, he promptly wanted to go take a shower. I usually met him at the door, ready to sex his stress away, but he told me that he was too tired…that he just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep.
“Okay, I’ll come with you; it’s been a long time since we made love in the shower,” I said seductively while walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Nah, I’m really not in the mood for that tonight.”
“Hell, lately, you’re never in the mood,” I snapped, angry and embarrassed that he’d rejected me, even as I stood there damn near naked in a new black bra and panty set from Victoria’s secret, complete with thigh high stockings and a pair of peep toe stilettos.
Rather than answer me, Walter simply began removing his keys and wallet from his pants pockets and set them on the dresser, as if I hadn’t said a word.
“You’re cheating on me, aren’t you?”
Walter gave me a look- one that suggested that I was getting on his nerves- but he still didn’t answer my question.
“Let me smell your dick,” I demanded.
That bastard actually laughed when I said that.
“Oh, you think I’m playing?!” I dropped to my knees and began trying to unzip his pants, so I could pull his dick out. Walter tried to back away from me and he even pushed my head away, but I was determined. I reached for his crotch area again and despite his resistance, I managed to pull his penis out of his boxer briefs. I began sniffing it, trying to see if I could detect any signs of Walter’s infidelity. Usually, Walter’s dick smelled like a manly combination of sweat, slight must, and baby powder, but I swore I detected the distinct semen-mixed-with-vagina-after-sex, smell.
“Carmyn, stop it. You’re acting like a crazy person. Better yet, you’re acting like my damn wife,” Walter yelled, pushing me away from him again, this time so hard that I fell backwards on my ass. He looked down at me with disgust and contempt written on his face, then he shook his head and started towards the bathroom.
“Newsflash, I am your wife,” I yelled, holding up my left hand, showing him the silver wedding band he’d bought for me.
“I meant my other wife. Both of y’all bitches are silly as hell.”
“I know you didn’t just call me a bitch?!”
“Look, I’m tired and sleepy. I’m going to take a shower. I refuse to engage in this bullshit with you tonight. If you can’t trust me, then get your stuff and move the fuck on. I don’t need this shit.” And with that, Walter strolled into the adjoining bathroom and slammed the door closed behind him.
I plopped down on the bed and pouted. I thought about just going into the bathroom and getting in the shower with him anyway, but when I walked over and turned the door knob, it was locked.
“Oh, we’re locking doors now?!” I yelled while beating on the door with my fist.
I continued banging on the door- determined to knock until Walter let me in- until I heard a vibrating noise coming from his pants, which he’d taken off and left on the floor, along with his dress shirt, socks, and shoes. I walked over to see who was calling him, but to my surprise, I was unable to access his phone because he had a pattern lock on it. I tried drawing several different patterns to unlock the phone, but none of them allowed me access.
I was confused as to when and why Walter had put the pattern lock on his phone in the first place because when we got married, he’d told me that he didn’t have any secrets and that I was welcome to have access to his phone anytime. As much as I didn’t want to believe what mama had told me, it did seem to me that Walter was keeping secrets from me, and since I know all about Ramona, I knew that whoever had him acting all secretive these days wasn’t her.
When I heard the water turn off in the bathroom, I quickly put the phone back in his pocket, got in the bed, and pretended as if I’d been channel surfing when he walked back into the bedroom.
Walter took his phone out of his pants pocket before he got in the bed. I tried to peek out the corner of my eye as he quickly drew a pattern to unlock the screen on his phone, but he did it too fast for me to see. He set the alarm on his phone, then put it on the nightstand and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, as if nothing had happened, before he turned onto his side and went to sleep.
I don’t want a damn peck on the cheek, I wanted your lips on my clit, I mumbled under my breath, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen, so I turned over and took my ass to sleep.