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Saturday,
June 22, 2019
8:58 p.m.
Micah McCoy
I stood across the bedroom, flexing my muscles as my wife stared me down from the bed.
She slowly undid her silk black robe, revealing barely anything underneath it. For the last couple of months, we'd been trying to have another baby, but we were unsuccessful in doing that so far. Joselyn would always become frustrated with herself and her body, but I knew things would work out in God's timing. We couldn't rush it. However, it was always fun when it came to trying. The sex was crazy but passionate. She loved to be treated like a slut in bed, which was exciting because when we weren't behind closed doors she always carried herself well. After everything we'd been through we were starting to get back to ourselves. We'd been together for five years but married for three.
"Why don't you come over here and strip the rest off of me.." She licked her lips before pulling her thong to the side, massaging her second set of lips. She spread them open and the sight of her pussy glistening made my dick twitch. "Come here." She motioned for me to come over to the bed with her finger.
I did just that before laying her back on the bed, getting between her legs. I was prepared to have her cumming back to back when suddenly my phone started ringing.
"Fuck that phone. Let it ring." Joselyn tried to push my face between her legs and I laughed because if it wasn't obvious before that she wanted it, it sure was now. My phone kept ringing and my eyes darted in the direction of it as I debated on getting up.
"Micah if you're not eating my pussy in the next five fucking seconds I swear to God.."
"I have to take this baby. I'm sorry." I got up and she smacked her lips, putting her robe back on, getting up from the bed. "Where are you going? It'll only be a sec-"
"To fuck myself. By the time you get off the phone, I'll be on nut number six." She said, grabbing a sex toy from underneath the bed. I answered the phone, watching her leave the room angrily.
"Hello? Whoever the this is it better be impor-"
"Micah...it's me."
"Me who?" I sat down on the bed, looking at the number again because I didn't recognize it.
"It's Olivia. I need your help."
"Liv? What's-"
"My mom kicked me out and I have nowhere to go with my son. I have nothing. I'm gonna be homeless and I don't want that for my child." She told me. I could hear the frustration in her voice. I felt bad for her, but I didn't want to be responsible for anybody else right now when things were just starting to get back to normal with me and Joselyn. The loss of our son two years ago had nearly ripped us apart, and dealing with somebody else's drama right now wouldn't be too smart.
"Hello?" Olivia said probably thinking I'd hung up.
"I'm here."
"I know it's not smart of me to even ask this, but I need you. Can I please come to stay with you until I get on my feet?"
"Liv me and my wife are dealing with our own problems right now. I feel terrible but-"
"Are you serious? Are you fucking serious right now? You're really gonna let me and our son be homeless?! Me and your son matter too, Micah. I didn't get myself pregnant when we met that day at the gym and decided to have unprotected sex. I just bet you were so happy that I didn't live in Atlantic City when we did what we did. I was only there on vacation and you got me pregnant. Yeah, you always send money, but money can't spend time with a child. He's three months Micah and you've never seen him in person, not even once. You've never even booked a flight for us to-"
Omniscient
"Shut the fuck up." Micah said angrily through clenched teeth, staring at the bedroom door to make sure that Joselyn wasn't on her way back in. "You know my situation. I'm married, Olivia, and I've been telling you this for the last year now. If my wife knew that I have a kid with-"
"So our kid is supposed to suffer for what? Because you're too afraid to take care of your fucking responsibilities? He didn't ask to be here Micah! I had to put school and everything else on hold to take care of a baby that's not just mine! My life is shit and if I'm going through it maybe somebody should tell YOUR WIFE about your secret. Why should you get to live this perfect ass life while your child suffers?" Olivia said angrily, meaning every single word.
"Nah." He quickly said. "I can find you somewhere to stay. I can fly you here and put you in a hotel until-"
"Nope." She said, staring at her nails. Still leaning over the kitchen counter, she glanced down at her stepmother's lifeless body. "Not good enough."
"What the fuck do you mean it's not good enough?"
"Your place. Let us move in with you. That way you'll get to see him every day."
"Girl...are you fucking crazy? Did you not hear me tell your foolish ass that I was married? How the hell would I even do that?"
"You're smart. You're a decent liar. I mean, just look at how you made me think you weren't married when you slept with me. Figure the shit out." Olivia told him before ending the call.
