The Game Never Ends. Zaire Crown
but still tried to play dumb. “Bae, for real. What’cho talkin’ about?”
Marcus just smiled. He saw the game she wanted to play and just left it alone. “So what’s happenin’? Can a nigga still get hooked up or what?”
Tuesday had always taken pride in her skills and felt some type of way at hearing her man was not satisfied. She wanted to make up for that and remind him of what she could do. So when she tugged down his shorts, she devoured the dick. She took the length of him hungrily, all throat and no hands. Marcus cuffed the back of her head and groaned in ecstasy.
It hardly took five minutes of Tuesday using her special corkscrew technique to push him to a powerful explosion. He cursed out loud, unloaded into her warm, wet mouth while she continued to suck and swallow.
Marcus was lying on his back, head still spinning when Tuesday asked, “Was that my A-game or what?”
“Oh, now you gone get arrogant. Bitch come here!”
He pulled Tuesday on top of him and when he pulled off her Tigers T-shirt, there was nothing underneath because, while he might not have earned the sexy lingerie, she still knew she was going to fuck him. She teased his semi-hard dick back to a full erection then sat on it and began to grind in slow circles.
Most of the rich housewives were flocking to get plastic surgery and Tuesday was no exception. She only got a boob job because nursing Tanisha had left her tits deflated. She selected a modest 36C that looked and felt natural.
She was on top riding Marcus while he matched her rhythm with upward thrusts. That big dick was hitting her spot and she couldn’t control herself. He sat up to feed on her nipples while putting fingers in her ass. Marcus stroked her deep and told her the pussy was his and Tuesday moaned in agreement.
What Shaun and many previous lovers couldn’t accept was that, while Tuesday sometimes used women for recreation, she could never be a full-on lesbian. She was too attracted to masculinity. With women Tuesday typically took the more dominant role but at heart was a submissive. She loved rough sex and was most turned on when being manhandled and controlled in the way that only a thuggish nigga could.
So when Marcus flipped her onto her stomach and pushed into her from behind, she was already cumming again. He had her face down on her knees, tugging at a fistful of new weave. He pounded her from the back and groaned, “Damn bitch, ’dis ass so fat!” and the sound of it slapping against his pelvis echoed throughout the room.
Forty-five minutes and two positions later, Tuesday was on top again, riding him reverse cowgirl. Marcus had rolled a blunt from their personal stash of premium kush. They passed it back and forth while Tuesday put on a show, tossing her hair, licking her fingers. She knew her husband was enjoying the view of his bad bitch dancing on his dick in slow motion. Tuesday was so hot and wet that Marcus joked that she had a Jacuzzi in her pussy.
She was in a trance with her eyes closed and about to bust again when Marcus suddenly stopped mid-stroke. She knew her man well enough to know he didn’t cum. “Bae, what’s wrong?”
“You ain’t gone believe this shit,” he whispered low through a mouthful of smoke. “Guess who standing over there lookin’ me right in my muthafuckin’ face?”
Tuesday glanced across their spacious bedroom and in the gloom could see Tanisha’s tiny silhouette. Their two-year-old daughter stood just inside the half-opened door silently watching them.
“You forgot to lock it,” hissed Tuesday. She snatched the sheet to cover herself. “Shit! How long she been there?”
“I don’t know, but just be cool. We ain’t gotta make this weird for her. She too young to know what she seeing anyway. If we don’t act like we doin’ nothing wrong then it’ll be straight.”
He called to her: “Hey, Nisha. What’cho doin’ outta bed?”
Tanisha started to whine the way kids do when they think they’re in trouble.
Marcus put out the blunt and tried to fan away the smoke. “It’s okay Ni Ni, I’m not mad at you. Come here. Come to Da-Da.”
Tanisha shuffled over to their bed wearing Wonder Woman pajamas and holding the stuffed toy bunny that was her constant companion. Tuesday slid off of Marcus when he picked up his daughter and kissed her forehead.
“What’s the matter wit’ my baby? Mommy woke you up makin’ all that noise?” Tuesday kicked him under the sheets.
When Tanisha said she wanted water, Tuesday gave her a few swallows from a glass on the nightstand. Then she climbed in bed between them and made herself comfortable. Tuesday and Marcus just smirked at each other because they knew that sex was a wrap. They were back in Mommy and Daddy mode.
Tuesday had named Tanisha after her best friend who had been a casualty of the war she fought in Detroit.
She teased her. “Nisha look like she still sleepy.”
The little girl shook her head for an emphatic “no” even as she let out a long yawn.
A few minutes later, Tanisha was resting her head on her father’s chest with a thumb in her mouth. Tuesday was playing with the ends of her daughter’s braided hair.
“I already ended that situation tonight.” Tuesday saw no reason to keep lying to him when he obviously knew the truth. “I shouldn’t have let it get outta hand like that.”
He asked, “Was she starting to catch feelings?”
It took a few seconds before she confessed, “We both were.”
Marcus gave her a kiss for support. It was his way of saying he appreciated the honesty and she would not be judged. Tuesday loved this about her man. If Tanisha wasn’t there, that would’ve earned him some more head.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what made you shut it down?”
She looked into his eyes. “She wanted the one thing from me that I wasn’t willing to give.”
The conversation Shaun pressed Tuesday to have with Marcus was not in regards to Tuesday leaving him. It was about Shaun joining in. She had proposed a polyamorous relationship where the three of them all lived together as one big happy family.
Tuesday pretended to think about it, but knew that was never going to happen. She understood how difficult it must have been for Shaun to see Tuesday pull off in her new Benz and head off to her big mansion while being left to struggle in the hood. Tuesday liked spending time with Shaun but wasn’t looking to save a bitch. She damn sure wasn’t looking to share her family or her man.
Marcus laughed. “I’m just trippin’ cause yo’ boy couldn’t get invited to the party one time.”
Tuesday was serious. “I don’t mind bringin’ bitches home who come to play. But that bitch wanted to stay.”
Chapter Six
Early the next morning Tuesday was back at work simply because she couldn’t skip a second day. The headquarters for Abel Incorporated sat in downtown Los Angeles, occupying a gleaming glass high-rise that resembled a twisted piece of art-deco sculpture. For fourteen years, Abel had grown exponentially until it had become a Fortune 500 company employing over twenty-seven hundred with assets approaching six billion dollars.
While Brandon lauded their record earnings, Marcus was most proud of its outreach within the urban community. Abel donated heavily each year to numerous causes that provided entrepreneurial opportunities or scholarships for minorities nationwide. Marcus was very passionate about them giving back. Many times Tuesday had heard him lecture on how it was their civic responsibility as a black-owned company. Her husband and stepfather disagreed on exactly how much responsibility.
While she knew Marcus’s intentions were sincere, Tuesday secretly felt that his generosity was motivated by guilt. For years he had flooded those very same communities with drugs, contributing to the crime, poverty and overall destruction.