Marriage Mayhem (22 page)

“Have you been taking your medication? I think you're crazy as hell and need to see the prison psych. How in the hell are you going to explain some shit like that to your kids? After reading your letters I thought that you wanted to change, but I can now tell that your mind is all fucked-up, Karen.”

“I think you're just angry because I'm in love with another woman and not you.”

“I don't give a flying fuck if you're sucking pussies, bumping pussies, or sticking a fucking broomstick up each other's pussy; my only concerns now, since I see what page you're on, are your kids! You're a hopeless nutcase, Karen, and the bad thing about it is that you don't even know it. I remember all those times that you watched Christian programs on TV and walked around the house shouting ‘Praise the Lord, God is good,' but Lord knows that you were full of shit when you were saying it! You read one scripture a week and sinned ten times a day! You pray to God with the same foul mouth that you curse people with. If I recall, God made Adam and Eve, not Eve and Evelyn. You shouldn't be playing with God like that, Karen, because you're headed straight for hell. Bad luck is going to pour down on you like a hard rain, just watch and see!” He wanted to continue, but his high blood pressure caused his head to start hurting.

“Fuck you, Jermaine; you're just angry like I said. Why are you talking about me sinning and watching church programs? Hell, you don't even know the Bible or any scriptures.”

“The devil can recite scripture! I know the Ten Commandments; I pray and talk to God every day. I know that Proverbs twenty-one, twenty-three states that ‘Who so keepeth his mouth and his tongue keepeth his soul from troubles.' I know that Proverbs twenty-three, nine states that ‘Speak not in the ears of a fool; for he will despise the wisdom of thy words.' I know that Proverbs twenty-six, eleven states that ‘As a dog runneth to his vomit, a fool runneth to his folly.' Have you ever heard the saying, God helps those who help themselves?”

“I'm confident that God blessed me with Maria.” She was as serious as an earthquake. Maria had convinced her that God blessed them with each other for a reason.

“You're sick. You are fucking sick,” Jermaine replied, shaking his head in disgust.

The phones suddenly went dead. Visiting time was now over.

After placing their phones back on the hook they then hurriedly disappeared out of one another's sight, avoiding any form of eye contact.

Fuck it. Life goes on,
thought Jermaine, walking away.
Her kids are going to suffer from her ignorance, stupidity, and ungodly acts. Lord knows that I tried.

The following day while working, Jennifer, a stunning Caucasian agent who on several occasions had been trying to give Jermaine some action, approached his desk. She stood about five foot seven and had long, pretty, red hair and a pair of sea-blue eyes. Her 34D's stood proudly and matched perfectly with her intellect and smile.

Jennifer had never dated or slept with a black man in her thirty years of living, but by watching black men on X-rated videos, she was curious to be with one. She enjoyed watching BET and movies starring Samuel L. Jackson, Denzel Washington, Will Smith, Ice Cube, and Chris Tucker, but Wesley Snipes was her favorite. She got wet whenever watching Wesley make love to a Caucasian woman in one of his movies.

“Hi. Great day, isn't it?” said Jennifer, trying to make conversation with Jermaine.

His response was plain and tired. “I don't see what's so great about it. Hello, Jennifer,” Jermaine replied, maintaining a serious look.

He was momentarily preparing paperwork to close a lucrative deal. His commission would be a little over twenty grand.

“What are you working on, Jermaine?” Jennifer kneeled over him, purposely rubbing her breasts against him. Her aim was to get a piece of this handsome black man. She had two friends who married black men and their mottos were: “Once you go black, you'll never go back.”

“I'm trying to seal the Hollis deal,” replied Jermaine, while concentrating on his work.

“Anything I can assist you with?”

“Not really, but thanks for asking.”

I wonder if he's gay,
she quickly thought.
He's not wearing a ring and there aren't any family pictures on his desk, so I assume he's not married. Let me do a little prying and find out what's really going on with Mr. Mystery.

“Did she piss you off this morning?” Jennifer asked boldly.

“Who?” She finally had his attention.

“Your wife, your girlfriend, or whoever it is that has you coming to work every day looking depressed and unhappy.

Jennifer had caught him completely off guard. He tried not to bring his personal problems to work, but apparently he was not doing a good job of it.

Since visiting Karen his mind had been screwed up and unstable. He tried hard to put her behind him, but for some reason he could not stop thinking about her.

“I'll tell you what, Jennifer, I'm kind of going through some issues right now and I do need someone to talk to. How about a conversation over lunch?”

“Sounds good to me.” She was now in super high spirits.

“Is noon okay?”

“Excellent,” she replied with a Colgate smile.

“Then noon it is.” He then continued working.

Momentarily, his mind was not on sex or building a new relationship, he just needed someone to talk to. She felt a sense of victory and walked away, smiling and thinking,
Yes!

HomeTown Buffet was crowded as usual during lunch hours. For five dollars and ninety-nine cents, HomeTown Buffet offered everything from steak, fish, fried and baked chicken, roast, Mexican food, a complete salad bar, and all sorts of cake and ice cream. Most people took advantage of the term
all you can eat
. Of course, there were the greedy ones who'd gotten so full that they couldn't eat anymore, but insisted on stuffing their purses, backpacks, and overnight bags with food.

After fixing a plate of mashed potatoes and gravy, two pieces of fish and a buttered roll, Jermaine led the way to a corner table. Jennifer ate light, having only a salad. She worked diligently to maintain the prize body that she was blessed with.

“So, tell me Jermaine, what is it that's been keeping you in a depressed mood lately?” She wasted no time pursuing the information she wanted. Her aim was to find out all she could about him. Already, she was fantasizing about having sex with a big, black penis, and if it was good she would more than likely consider marrying him. Then she would say to her friends, “How do you like me now?”

“Well,” Jermaine replied, pushing aside his plate. “I'm in a mess of a marriage.” He then looked away and dropped his head.

“So you're married, huh?”

“Well, no. My ex-wife is in prison. I visited her yesterday for the first time since her incarceration and she told me that she was marrying another woman when she's released.” He then revealed everything that had taken place during his entire marriage.

Two hours had gone by, but neither of them seemed to care about getting back to work. Now understanding what kept a somber look on Jermaine's face, Jennifer sympathized with him.
She has to be dumb, blind, and stupid to treat a man like him with no love and respect. Some people just don't know a good thing when they've got it, but I do. He's brokenhearted and in low spirits, but I'm confident that I can change that. All he needs is a little TLC and someone to listen to him.

His emotions had completely taken over to a point that he almost cried. Jennifer stood and held his hand, and then embraced him with a long, warm hug.

“You have to put her behind you and move forward with your life, Jermaine. Life is too short to be unhappy, and you deserve to be happy. Actually, Jermaine, she doesn't deserve you. A man like you deserves to be treated good and given much attention. Things happen for a reason.”

She had suddenly transformed from a real estate agent to a marriage counselor. Her smile and body language coordinated just right with the pronunciation of her words, which were actually flattering to Jermaine. He had never imagined dating outside his race, but suddenly he was attracted to Jennifer's concern for him and also her intellect. He wondered what it would be like to date a professional, successful Caucasian woman.

“Would you like to see my home and watch a couple movies together?” All of a sudden he felt a lot better.

“I'd love that, but what about work?” replied Jennifer, smiling.

“I'll pick up where I left off tomorrow, if that's okay with you.”

“Sounds like a winner to me.”

She excitedly followed him home. She started to call her two friends but decided to wait and call them later in hopes to tell them some good news.

“Your home is totally immaculate and marvelous, Jermaine. Did you do the decorating yourself, or did your insignificant other do all of this?” she asked, admiring his home. Then she seated herself.

“Actually, I bought, chose, and positioned everything inside my home,” responded Jermaine.

“Impressive. Very impressive. I didn't think men had such good taste. Your aquarium and your fish are so unique and attractive.”

“Thanks. I love aquariums so much that I actually have them in just about every room in the house. Would you like to see upstairs?”

“I'd love to.” Her pussy tingled, sensing that he was about to take her to his bedroom and do her.

Sex was far from Jermaine's mind, but Jennifer's temperature was close to being overheated. She desperately wanted this black man to lay her down and fuck her, exactly like they did it on the pornos, but unfortunately, once Jermaine had finished showing her the upstairs, he led her back downstairs.

She was disappointed at the fact that Jermaine had not yet made a move toward her, but what the hell, they had all night.
Maybe he wants to take his time with me,
thought Jennifer.
But I don't want him to take his time. I want him to fuck me right now.

“What kind of movies do you like?” Jermaine asked.

She wanted to say, porn starring black men with big dicks, but decided against it.

“Wesley Snipes is my favorite. He has a way of being passionate with women, you know. Also, he has the ability to take control of any situation, and I mean any situation.” She was hoping he'd get the message, but he didn't.
I wonder are all black men this patient when it comes to sex,
she thought.

“I think I can accommodate you with a Wesley Snipes movie,” he responded, making his way to his movie library. “Would you like something to drink?”

Now he's talking,
thought Jennifer.
Get me drunk and fuck my brains out, you handsome black stud.

“Yes, sure. Perhaps that would set off the evening. What are my choices?”
Long and fat, fast and hard, slow and easy. My choices are all the above.
She was excited as ever.

“Well, I'm actually not much of a drinker, Jennifer, but lately my mind has been so screwed up that drinking has been my way out, you know. I have some Jack Daniel's if that's not too strong for you.”

“Jack will be fine,” she replied, smiling, thinking,
Yep, this is gonna be the ultimate fuck of the century. I can't wait until he puts it in.
Her pussy was getting wetter by the second.

While he fixed drinks, she toyed around with her clit.

Jermaine was the perfect gentleman to Jennifer. His only flaw was that his mind was far from sex. It was on Karen.

The movie did not interest him at all; neither did the conversation between he and Jennifer. Jennifer sensed that something was bothering him, because suddenly he had that same depressed look again.

While sipping his drink and trying to keep his mind on the situation at hand, thoughts of Karen's damaging words and threats kept haunting Jermaine's mind.
“I wish you were dead! I've been fucking other men in the bed! I'll lie to the police and say that you raped me and they'll lock you up and throw away the key! Fuck you, Jermaine! You're not a man, you're a bitch! I'll have someone kill you! I hate you, your mama, and your ugly daughter!”

“Are you all right?” asked Jennifer, setting down her drink. She then began rubbing his leg. Once her hand neared his penis she left it there. She was almost at home plate.

“Yeah, I'm okay. I apologize for daydreaming, but I can't seem to stop thinking about some of my ex-wife's unkind words and threats.” He dropped his head in his hands and began sobbing.

Jennifer continued caressing him in hopes that he would get aroused enough to fuck her right then and there, but after seeing that it wasn't working, she aggressively made a move. First, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis and began massaging, and then she knelt over and began sucking it. While giving him head, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her big, attractive tits. Her nipples were long and the areolas were the size of a silver-dollar coin, but they did not appeal to Jermaine at all. His mind was still on Karen's words. Jennifer tried hard to relieve his mind but it just was not working.
His dick head feels so good in my mouth, so different, so black, so—. I'm about to give my pussy a total fuckin' party tonight. Yes!

“You have to put her behind you, baby,” Jennifer whispered, while sucking and licking his penis trying to get it rock-hard. His penis may have not been big enough for Karen, but compared to the Caucasian penises she'd experienced, it was a decent, acceptable size.

“You would think that I would have dumped her after visiting her, but it's like she has a strong hold on my mind that just won't loosen up.” His words were so saddened he almost cried, regardless of Jennifer's pleasures.

“Let me see if I can help get your mind off her,” she suggested, then began sucking it even faster until she had a nice rhythm going. Her aim was to get it hard enough so that she could straddle it and ride it, but unfortunately, his penis remained limp.

“What's wrong with you? Doesn't this feel good to you?” she asked, continuing to suck and lick.

“Please excuse me, Jennifer, but my mind just isn't on sex. I'm sorry, but—” Even though he was embarrassed, he was sincere.

“This is un-fuckin'-believable! You're right, Jermaine, you are sorry! And not only are you sorry, but you're a disgrace to all black men as well! I'm outta here,” she said angrily, while buttoning her blouse. Then she stormed out the door and slammed it behind her.

Jermaine relaxed on the sofa, sipping the rest of his drink, thinking.
What's wrong with me? That was so damn embarrassing. I don't know if I could ever face her again. I can't believe that my dick wouldn't respond to a fine, redhead white girl like her.
A few drinks later he began talking out loud.

“I should kick myself in the ass! She was sucking the hell out of me and I couldn't even get hard! Goddammit, Karen, it's all your fault! First you fuck up my life and now you're fuckin' with my manhood!”

Afterward, he decided to watch his favorite porno movie and masturbate, hoping to release some steam and then fall asleep, but the damn thing would not get hard.

“Goddammit, Karen! Look what you've done to me!” he yelled.

After watching several X-rated movies and still not able to get hard, he finished his drink and then finally fell asleep.

The following morning while showering, Jermaine came to the conclusion that he was going to do his best to put Karen behind him and move forward with his life. Knowing that Karen's words and actions were spoken and carried out because of her anger, Jermaine felt that she would soon come down to earth and begin writing him and calling him like she did in the beginning of her incarceration. He prayed for that to happen more sooner than later.

When he arrived at work he noticed that his coworkers were looking at him strangely and snickering.
What's up with these idiots?
he thought.
Jennifer must have told them about last night. Damn!

On his desk were a few letters typed in large, bold print. One of the letters read:
VIAGRA WORKS
! Another letter read:
YOU'RE UN-FUCKIN'-BELIEVABLE
!