The Real Trap Wives Of Memphis (7 page)

I walked my homies outside then walked back into the house. My phone fell out of my pocket and hit the ground with a loud thud face first. Picking my phone up and flipping it over, I could see Legacy’s picture and number.

Shit.
I quickly hung up the phone. Legacy probably heard the entire conversation between me and my crew, but then again she could have not heard anything. Maybe my pocket muffled the sound. “Think, think, think!” was all I could say to myself out loud. I wasn't ready to explain this situation just yet. Legacy would be beyond pissed off because I sold the dope outside instead of inside when I knew better.

Not only did I sell dope outside, but I left my car there which she hadn’t even noticed yet. The only thing good about that was that my car wasn't in my name so it couldn't be traced back to me or Legacy. I had to be more careful after today; for now, I would wine and dine her, making her think everything was good. I had too much on my plate to have her pissed off with me.

After wrapping up my business I speeded my ass back to the house. Walking into our bedroom, I opened the door to the closet and looked around. In the very back of the closet, I found the bag that I kept all the romantic items in for special occasions.  Right now wasn't a special occasion, but it was an, I-need-to-keep-my-wife occupied type of occasion.

 I was a thug-ass nigga, but every once in a while I'd pull out a few tricks of my own; especially fucking with Legacy’s sexy freaky ass. Maybe sex was what the doctor ordered. Maybe sex would relax my mind to take some stress off. After putting the finishing touches on the bedroom, I scattered some white rose petals down the hallway and down the stairs. I took a deep breath before calling her back.

“Did you just try to call me?” she answered dumb-founded.

I was so relieved that she didn’t hear anything.

“Yeah baby, where you at? I wanted to make up for earlier. You handle that already?”

“I’m on top of it just like I want to be on top of you,” she answered. That’s what I loved about her. She was always ready to go.

“Well get ya sexy ass back here so I can have my dinner,” I replied. She blew me a kiss before hanging up so I knew I was in the clear. I took a quick shower and slid into my cashmere robe before walking downstairs to wait on my baby.

I had to humor Jacori. The nigga thought he was nickel slick. Even though I kept my composure at the shop, I could clearly hear Kortez, Davion and Javon’s voices.  At first all I heard was laughing. I was about to hang up the phone, but then I heard my husband say, “I know that you all want answers to what happened earlier”…that's when I decided to listen a little longer. It was the best decision I could have made.

I was so pissed off that Jacori didn’t tell me what the fuck transpired between him and them blue and red boys. He knew I had a pet peeve about finding out valuable information last. Furthermore, he knew I was the brains of this operation and he had disrespected the shit out of me. Seven keys gone and he act like it ain’t nothing. I called up my girls letting them know we would need to meet up real soon. I decided to hold on to their gifts until then.

Pulling over to the side of the road on Winchester, I composed a plan. Instead of slapping the snot out of him and cursing him out like I normally would, I decided to go ahead and make him assume that everything was all good. I was too sexy to waste a gorgeous outfit. As I headed home, I hit my Keith Sweat playlist and put
Nobody
on repeat as I drove home.

I pulled into the driveway and hopped out of my car. Applying my lipstick and placing it back into my purse. I walked in the house to find Jacori sitting on the couch. I played it cool as I walked up to him and sat down on his lap. I kissed his lips softly. My lips tasted like cotton candy and I made sure to stain his lips with my Ruby Woo MAC lipstick. I looked deep into his lying-ass eyes and seductively spoke.

“I missed you today my love. I got cute today so that we could go out for dinner. I’m starving!”

“I missed you too, baby. If you want to go out for dinner we can, or we can order some take out and stay inside. ”

“I want to go out. Look at me. I’m way too cute to be cooped up in the house, right? I mean, what did you do today? Or better yet, what are you doing for the rest of the day?”

“Yes, baby. You look great. We can go out if you want. And why does it matter what I did today? You’re here now, and that’s all I’m concerned about. So, of course I’m free for the rest of the day.”             

“Ok,” I smiled. “I like the sound of that. I was just asking because I spent the day getting dolled up for you. Had you on my mind the whole day. Maybe you were thinking about me, too?” I laid it on thick for Jacori’s ass. He looked around searching for an answer to my question; or at least a way to change the subject. I was deliberately messing with him because I was going to make sure he was sweating bullets up until I decided to let him know that I knew what he was hiding from me. I needed to see how long it would take him to tell me what I needed to know. This was all a lesson in trust.

              “Don’t I always make time for what’s mine?” Jacori responded.

That was real cute, but let’s see how you get out of the next trap.

“Can we please go get dinner, now?” I shifted on his lap purposely making his dark hard.

“How about you be my dinner tonight?” he asked as he licked those sexy, thick lips, causing his dimples to make an appearance on his buttery, brown, skin. He knew I couldn’t resist that.

“Yeah I’ll be your dinner baby.” I stood up grabbing his hand.

“Is that right?” he asked following behind me. I loved the way his 6’2 frame towered over me like a palm tree.

“Save the questions for later,” I winked as we walked up the stairs with him leading the way. This fool had rose petals on the stairs leading to our bedroom. We entered holding hands. There were rose petals all around the room. I could tell that he was in a rush when he scattered them. It looked like he just stood in front of a fan with the petals in his hand.

Jacori placed a few candles evenly on a dinner tray and set them on the dresser before he gripped my waist. He walked me towards the stereo then hit play on the stereo playing one of my favorite songs called
Feenin’
by Lyrica Anderson featuring Kevin gates. I wanted to be on my animalistic shit because Kevin brought that out in me, but I decided to let Jacori take his time. He undressed me slowly, staring down into my eyes like he was making love to my soul. He was admiring my flawless body. I looked like a goddess in my 6 inch pumps and he admired me like one. Jacori caressed my body with his hands while dropping the remote to the stereo on the ground. His dick was harder than a missile in the war in Iraq.  My pussy was on drip mode as it throbbed with anticipation.

Jacori laid me on the edge of the bed gently and opened my legs slowly before pushing his head between my legs. I sucked in a breath as he slid his tongue in with the tip of it grazing my walls. He gripped my thighs and plunged his tongue as far as it could go. I wanted to run, but he had a grip on me and punished me by licking my insides in a slow circular motion. Feeling my body ready to convulse, I began pulling on the back of his head and squirming trying to run away, but he wouldn’t loosen his grip. I was throwing my pussy in a circle to match his tongue strokes.

 Jacori had that finger licking, tongue twisting good head. Moaning and groaning had me on a whole ‘other level as I gripped the sheets beneath me exposing my mattress. “Damn J… Eat your pussy baby,” I moaned.

My husband could eat the panties off you if he wanted too. His head game was so official that you would swear he used a playback. He would take your breath out your body and then give it back when he was ready.

“What you want me to do, bae?” he asked between slurps of my clit which had swelled to the size of a peanut M&M. I tried to repeat it, but no words would come out as he sucked my clit into his mouth. “Oooh, shiiiitt! I felt the pressure building, and when I could control it no longer, he slid back and placed his finger inside of my vault pressing upwards. I squirted my love all over him and my bed.

“Mmmm, damn was it like that?” he asked, slurping my juices off of me. He rose up wiping his face and I could see he was ready to put his monster dick inside of me. We switched positions. I sat up on the bed and grabbed him by his dick before sliding it all the way to the back of my throat. His eyes rolled back as I gripped his ass forcing him in and out of my wet mouth. He stood on his tiptoes before pushing my head back. I knew what he wanted.

“Baby, I know that you ready for this wet-wet. You want to know what I’m about to do to your body my king?”

Jacori kissed my lips so I knew he was ready for some good- good. He laid down next to me and my mouth instantly watered. It craved his taste, because I was far from being done with him. However, it was time he got what he really wanted. I crawled up next to him, massaging his pole with my hand. It felt like a piece of iron, it was so hard. I leaned down to his ear and in my most seductive voice I whispered, “Ask me what I’m about to do to your body.” I increased the speed of my hands causing him to shudder.

“What are you about to do to my body my beautiful queen?”

“Baby boy, I’m about to give you something to think about. Hell when I’m done with you you’re probably going to be talking about me to your boys. I’m about to let your boys ride your dick like a cowgirl since that's where your loyalty lies; cuz your loyalty definitely is not with your wife.” I gave his dick one hard painful yank, causing him to sit up.” I stood up winking at him as I walked into the bathroom and washed myself up. When I came out Jacori was sitting on the bed astonished. I stepped into my dress as he watched me dick in hand. I leaned down and hit him with a forehead kiss. “I love you,” I said, right before I headed out the front door.

I left the trap house after gathering a little information on Breland. It was real funny how niggas ran their mouth when they thought they was getting away with something. I could go snatch his crack-smoking ass up right now but I didn’t know if he was being watched. I decided to give Jacori the info to do with it what he pleased; I was surely gonna have his back like he always had mine. Hearing all the mishandled and fucked up shit that went down with Jacori today, it had a nigga thinking hard. My ass stayed in these mean streets where anything could happen, but I had been fortunate. I was born and raised in Walker Homes. Shit all a nigga knew was the hustle and I wasn't new to this shit, I grew to this shit.

 My mind drifted back to the fight that I had earlier with Alisha. Alisha was my ride or die and sometimes I cheated on her. Hell sometimes she would even participate in threesomes with me. She basically gave me the okay to mess off and honestly, I loved her ghetto ass. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, which is why I married her in the first place. I couldn't afford to lose Alisha, but she was upset with me, so I planned to lay low for a minute.

Alisha pointed out the fact that Plum was pregnant when she was on her little rant. I prayed like hell that Plum’s unborn babies did not belong to me. Plum and I had been fucking off for the past few months. We stopped using condoms because she said she was on birth control. So yeah, I was spooked. Alisha would never forgive me if I had a child on her.

On more than one night I had cum all inside of Plum’s juicy, fat pussy. Her shit squirted like a gusher which got my head gone quick. If she lied to me about being on the pill I swear I'm going to kill her ass for trying to trap me. This whole shit with Alonzo probably came off the back of her being jealous. She saw my wife stepping her chocolate ass out in the finest; Alisha didn’t even go to the grocery store without looking like model material. Plum knew my schedule like the back of her hand, so I knew she let Alonzo know when the best time to strike was. I also may have mentioned Alisha’s pill habit once or twice so that was suspect as well. My mind was messed up and I needed relief so I made a decision, which I’m pretty sure wasn’t a good one. I decided to text Yara.

Slim, red-boned, tatted, and rocking a blonde pixie cut, Yara was a chick me and Alisha had a threesome with a year ago. I never called her unless I wanted some top or some slop because she had a wet mouth and loved anal sex.

A good fix is just what the doctor ordered. I hated to cheat on my wife, but when she was mad she would tease me and she wouldn't allow me to touch her. If I couldn't get sex at home, I was bound to get it from somewhere else; right now, that somewhere was Yara’s house. Yara’s marriage never kept her from wrapping her lips around me like a straw. Her husband was locked up anyway.

Pulling up to Yara's house, I couldn't help but look at my phone to see if Alisha had been blowing up my line as usual. To my surprise she had not called my phone not even once. I couldn't shake the feeling that she may have been out doing what I was out doing now with another man. She must have been mad as shit at me. Alisha normally called me five to six times a day to check in on me. Sitting in Yara's driveway my feelings started kicking in and I couldn't cheat on my wife. In fact, I found myself craving my wife. I needed to tell her how I felt for a change. As I backed out of the driveway Yara hit up my line up.

“What's up, Yara?”

“What's wrong?” she asked.

“What do you mean what's wrong?” I asked.

“I see that you're pulling out of my driveway. If you're going to get condoms, I already have them on deck, so you don’t have to leave!”

“I’m not going to get condoms, Yara. Something came up and I have to go,” I said. I could hear the irritation in her voice as she popped her gum loudly in my ear.

“I thought that we had plans tonight,” Yara whined, “And you know how I get when I don't get no Daddy dick. You can’t have me getting myself all worked up just for you to leave me sitting here looking stupid.”

I started laughing under my breath at how addicted she was too my king size dick. “Baby girl I got to leave, we can't do this tonight,” I said again, hoping she would let me go without all the drama.

“Ooh let me guess. Your wife must be demanding that you bring that ass home to her tonight, so you’re being a good little bitch. I can't at least taste it? I can’t get my throat coated one time?”

“Hoe I don't have to explain a damn thing to you; you the side bitch. Get your thirsty hoe-ass off my line and don’t you ever fix your lips to call me a bitch again or you already know what it is. I don’t have to put a hand on you when so many bitches will do it for the free. You forgot how many niggas you fuck with that go home to their girl every night.” She knew the rules when it came down to speaking on my wife. Speaking on Alisha was a deal breaker and against all my rules. I didn't give Yara time to speak. I simply hung up the phone in her face in mid-sentence. This would definitely be the last time she’d see or hear from me.

I wasted no time flying down the street doing about 80 in a residential, trying to get home to my wife. I guess I didn't realize how fast I was driving because out of nowhere a police car came flying behind me flashing his red and blues. “Fuck my life!”