Marriage Mayhem (29 page)

Enjoying the pleasures of Jermaine's tongue and lips, Karen lay back with closed eyes, moaning and moving to his rhythm, but as she felt herself about to have an orgasm she made a sudden suggestion.

“Put on an X-rated movie, baby.” Her pussy was so hot, wet, and ready.

After quickly fulfilling her request, Jermaine then went back downtown and began licking her pussy slowly and occasionally sucking her pearl tongue exactly the way she had trained him to. He then inserted his long snake tongue deep inside her and began twirling it around and around, touching all the right bases that caused her to moan.

“Uummee, yes daddy, right there. Yes daddy, ummee, yes.” Then he switched bases and concentrated on slowly licking her clit and often sucking it.

“Ooh, yes, yes, uummee, yes daddy, damn.” He could not compare to Maria, but as far as Karen was concerned he was doing a damn good job for the moment.

Instead of her eyes being closed, she was watching a scene where a beautiful black woman was giving a longdick black man a head job. The man's penis was so long and humongous that the woman could not even get a fourth of it in her mouth. Seeing this, Karen instantly thought about Tyrone's dick.

“Suck the pearl tongue, suck it hard,” Karen demanded.

“Ooh, yes, ummee, damn, yes baby, suck it harder, ump, damn,” she moaned. This was her sixth orgasm.

Jermaine then turned over on his back. His erection was rock-hard and could hardly wait to receive Karen's first lick or suck. She had a technique that would make a dead man's penis stiff.

She stroked his hardness a few times, then began slowly caressing his balls, and then she eased her mouth onto the head of it, and began expertly licking and sucking.

“Ooh, yes mama, damn that feels good, yes mama, yes,” moaned Jermaine, feeling like he was in heaven. This was a feeling that he needed and wanted every day, regardless of all the shit she talked to him. She could talk all the shit she wanted, and physically kick his ass each day of the week as long as he could often receive treatment like this.

She knew exactly how he liked it: slow licks up and down the back of his shaft, slow sucks on the head, and then a medium rhythm of up-and-down sucks while softly massaging his balls, along with occasionally deep-throating it.

With a continual seven-minute rhythm of non-stop sucking and licking, Karen's neck began hurting, which caused her to pause a moment. Thinking back to her past, she made a statement.

“I blame all those goddamn tricks who had me going up and down on their dicks for long periods of time for the pain in my neck today!” Karen said.

Jermaine was in no mood for conversation; he wanted her to keep doing what she was doing, but at the same time he did not want to upset her by not seeming sensitive, so he gently massaged her neck and shoulders, coaxing her to continue.

Karen then continued what she had started. She sucked, slurped, and licked with skill, efficiency, and precision. Moments later he came. She sucked him dry and then shamelessly swallowed it.

While watching three black men stand erect surrounding a white woman on the movie and seeing that Jermaine was going into limp mode, Karen began stroking him, and then sucking it and licking it until it was rock-hard again. She then mounted herself on top of it and slowly eased down on it, only inserting the head. Then she slid up and down, up and down, up and down on it satisfying herself, and then eased down an inch at a time until the whole thing was inside her.

“Yes, ump, yes, daddy, I can have my way with your dick,” she said, smiling, while riding the hell out it.

She twirled her pussy round and round, then up and down, then round and round, swallowing his dick like a goldfish being eaten by a whale. They climaxed at the same time, and then rolled over and fell asleep.

The following morning, Jermaine felt that it was very necessary to discuss certain things with Karen since they were once again living inside of the same household. Even though Karen really did not want to hear what he had to say, to keep the peace, she listened.

Based on what Jewell, Jasmine, two of Karen's brothers, and a couple of her relatives had told Jermaine, and thinking back to some of the belligerent performances he had witnessed her do, he suggested that he immediately take her to Palmdale Mental Health for a refill on psych meds. Realizing that she had been diagnosed as a bipolar schizophrenic, and that the meds kept her mind balanced, he felt that was a necessity. To his surprise, without disagreeing with him, Karen went along with his request.

The following week, Jermaine had talked a friend of his, who was the human resources supervisor for Home Depot, into giving Karen a job. He was mainly trying to keep her busy, knowing that an unoccupied mind is the workshop of the devil.

Three months after she began working, Jermaine felt that he would give her the responsibility of paying two bills and contribute four hundred dollars toward the mortgage each month. Without dispute she agreed to. He was so used to her disagreeing with him or displaying ignorance toward his opinions it amazed him to see that she consented to his suggestions.

Karen's work schedule was 5:00 p.m. to 1:30 a.m. That meant that she was home with the kids while Jermaine was working, and he was home while she was at work.

Time did not change Karen's hatred toward Jermaine Jr. Recently she had mixed three types of liquid medicine, prescribed for her, in the baby's milk, and had even spit in his face one day when he would not stop crying. In addition to that, she had given him water from the fish aquarium that was filled with Oscars, Jack Dempseys, red devils, and feeder fish, in place of the regular bottled water he was supposed to drink. The bottom line was that she hated Jermaine Jr. with a passion, and there was nothing in this world that would change her feelings toward him.

One day during Karen's dinner break, she and Maria met in the parking lot behind a theater that was next to her job to have sex. Their date was brief, but very meaningful and pleasurable to the both of them, even though they were in the backseat of a car.

The thought of having sex with Jermaine when coming home from work, and having her pussy eaten by Maria during her break, was pretty cool to Karen, but Maria strongly disapproved of it. The fact of a man inserting himself inside of her lover turned her stomach. She had already cut two women over her ex-lover, and had beaten the hell out of another one with a tire iron, and she would not hesitate doing it again over Karen. Daily, she thought about ways to eliminate Jermaine and have Karen all to herself. Hopefully, that day would soon come.

Hope for the Siordias came after their attorney's investigator had dug up Karen's past, and had also found out the name and background of her lover, Maria.

During two weeks of surveillance on Jermaine's home, Investigator Doss had found out all that he needed to know for a sure victory in this forthcoming child-custody case.

Fueled by the information he had received from Attorney Lago, Investigator Doss had simply done an outstanding analytical job. When it came to putting things together his instinct and gut feelings had never steered him wrong.

After receiving Karen's full name and prison number from the attorney, everything else fell into place for the investigator. A simple call to the Department of Motor Vehicles had led the investigator to finding out Karen's Social Security and driver's license numbers, and a call to the Department of Corrections allowed him to receive a copy of her prison record.

Karen's extensive record included convictions for possession of a controlled substance, a conviction for arson, forgery, possession of paraphernalia, for prostitution and petty theft, and what really put the icing on the cake was when he saw that she had been arrested and convicted for child endangerment. “Bingo,” he said, examining the report, smiling.

The days that he had seen Karen escort Maria to her car each day, after being inside the home for hours each time, had raised suspicion in the detective's mind. He noticed that before driving off Maria had always put her arms around Karen and kissed her the way a man would kiss a woman; an aggressive French kiss. Instinct and common sense guaranteed the investigator that they were lovers.

After jotting down Maria's license plate number and then visiting the local DMV, Investigator Doss soon found out her identity. He then ran a background check and discovered that Maria and Karen had served time together in county jail, and also in prison. “Double bingo,” he said to himself.

Maria's criminal background wasn't anywhere near as bad as Karen's was, but it was enough to secure a win, especially with the pictures he'd taken of them. He actually had enough evidence for the attorney to win, but this added more icing to the cake.

When the information reached the Siordias they were infuriated and irate.

“Oh my God,” said Mrs. Siordia. “My grandchild has been in the company of career criminals. I sensed that it was something about that woman, I knew it.”

“I had the feeling that evil was in the air, Cecelia,” said Mr. Siordia. “But don't worry, soon our grandson will be in our custody where he belongs.” He then hugged his wife and kissed her forehead.

Upon receiving and then checking out the information, Attorney Lago immediately passed the information on to the DA's office and on to the Department of Children Services, who wasted no time showing up at Jermaine's home to temporarily, until the court's decision was made, remove Jermaine Jr. from his custody. Karen was at work when they had arrived.

The social worker had no problem in displaying the evidence to Jermaine as to why his son was being taken away from him.

“What the hell!” Jermaine yelled, seeing Karen's record and reviewing the investigator's report.

“You mean to tell me that my home has been under surveillance and investigation? And you mean to tell me that Karen has been seen kissing and having sex with another woman, and this is her criminal record?” Jermaine was enraged.

“Yes, Mr. Hopkins, that's exactly what I'm telling you. Here are the pictures to substantiate the facts,” replied the social worker, showing Jermaine pictures of Karen and Maria kissing outside of his home, and also showing him other pictures of Karen and Maria in a parking lot behind a theater in the backseat, kissing naked.

“Well, I'll be damn!” said Jermaine. “She told me that she had been to jail a couple times and that she was involved with another woman while incarcerated, but she told me that she had left all that shit behind her.”

“All I can say, Mr. Hopkins, is that pictures and background reports do not lie. I feel for you, Mr. Hopkins, but this is not the kind of woman that you want tending to your child. You have a good day and I'll see you in court.” Escorted by the police, the social worker then exited the home with Jermaine Jr. in hand.

Jermaine did not know whether to take Stevie and Alexus to Jewell's and then go to Karen's job and question her about this, or to just wait until she came home from work.

Either way, he knew that it was going to get real ugly when he saw her.

He sent the kids to their room and decided to wait for her to come home. He wanted to call his mother or his sisters to tell them what had happened, but quickly dismissed the thought, realizing they were all going to say the same thing to him.

At this point he did not feel like hearing any of his people's shit. He had to calm himself in order to think straight. Now was the time to make wise decisions.

He sat at his dining room table and began thinking.
I've let her back into my life and into my home, and this is the thanks I get? Every time I try to help someone I'm the one that gets fucked. I've lost custody of my son, and the cold thing about this is that I haven't personally done a goddamn thing wrong. I haven't done anything but try to be a good father and husband, a hard-working man, and a law-abiding citizen. She's gotta answer for this shit. Yep. She's definitely gotta explain about those pictures, her lesbian lover, and her criminal record. I know all she'll do is lie about everything anyway, but I just want to see the look on her face when I bring it to her. She has twenty minutes to walk through that door, and goddammit I want some answers. This time I won't accept pussy or head to make me forget about things.

Two hours later Karen entered the house.

“Where in the hell have you been?” Jermaine asked.

The truth of the matter was that she and Maria had a pleasurable meet in the backseat.

“I was at work, where do think I've been?” she lied like she normally did.

“I know that's another one of your lies, but anyway, children services showed up here, and guess what? Because of you, your fuckin' criminal record, and your affairs with your lesbian friend, they took my son away from me.”

Good,
she thought.

Jermaine was just getting started.

“You told me that your sucking pussy days were over! You also lied to me and told me that you've only been to jail a couple times, but they showed me your entire criminal record, and goddammit, Karen, you've been to jail and to prison umpteen million times!”

The more he talked, the louder he got.

“You're always believing every negative thing you hear about me, Jermaine. You never believe me, but you'll always believe a lie about me, especially when it's something bad,” she replied, and then attempted to walk away.

“Sit down and talk to me, Karen, because we've definitely gotta talk. This is some serious shit, and—”

“I'm tired and I don't feel like talking about a goddamn thing right now! All I wanna do is take a shower, eat, and then go to bed.”

“Is that right? My son has got taken away from me because of you, and all you wanna do is take a shower, eat, and go to sleep? You know what, you can get your shit, get your kids, and get the fuck outta my house right goddamn now!”

“Fuck you, Jermaine,” she replied, giving him the finger. Then she walked away.

“No, Karen, it's fuck you!” he yelled, following her.

The kids were standing at their bedroom door listening and watching.

“You've been with that gay bitch tonight, haven't you?”

“Fuck you, Jermaine. If I have, that was my prerogative.” She walked inside the restroom and turned on the shower, and then began taking off her clothes.

“I want you outta here, Karen, and I'm fuckin' serious! You don't appreciate a goddamn thing I do for you and your kids, and I just want you to get the fuck out of my life!”

“Fuck you, like I said. And as far as me and my kids leaving, we aren't goin' anywhere!” She then climbed into the shower and closed the curtain. He stood there angrily, yelling.

“I can get you out of here, that ain't a problem, but I'd rather you leave willingly than for me to have the police put you out.”

“You're a bitch, a coward, and a muthafuckin' punk, Jermaine! You're always talkin' about callin' the fuckin' police to come handle your situations. You know why, because you're not a goddamn man, that's why. A real man would handle his own business, and a real man wouldn't get white folks or police involved in his business. Oh, but I forgot, you aren't a real man, you're a pussy!”

“I guess you would rather me beat the hell out of you than call the police, huh? I know that you're used to niggas beating the shit out of you, but I've got too much to lose, and you're not worth going to jail over.”

“Fuck you, and double fuck you, you black, fat, punk muthafucka! I hate you, Jermaine. I wish you'd die tonight! Better yet, I wish you were dead already! Fuck you, fuck your mama, fuck your dead daddy and brother, and fuck your dead daughter! I hate all y'all muthafuckas.”

“Why you gotta bring my family into this? This is between you and me, so leave my family out of it.”

She then got out of the shower and began drying off. Suddenly, she decided to try reasoning with him.

“Okay, Jermaine, let's talk about this sensibly. First of all, I'm sorry that your son got taken away from you because of me. You're right, I should have told you that I had been to prison many times, but I just didn't want to lose you, Jermaine. Losing you would be like committing suicide, and that's the way I felt.” She then began crying. “I didn't want to lose you, Jermaine. I didn't want you to think of me as a bad person and not give me a chance. I know that I've done a lot of bad things in the past, but I don't do those things anymore, Jermaine. You've helped me change my life, baby. Because of you I no longer have the urge for crack, and because of you my self-esteem has been restored. You gave me a shot at a normal life and I don't wanna lose you, Jermaine. Please, don't make me go, please. I'm not ashamed to say that you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I just feel that there's no me without you. I can't go on without you, Jermaine. The kids love you and look up to you. I don't want to ever have to put another man over my kids. I've already lost one son, and I don't wanna lose the other, so please don't make me and the kids leave,” she begged, and then continued.

He stared at the ceiling while listening.

“I admit to having a secret affair with Maria, but I didn't mean you any harm. She could never sway me away from you, Jermaine. Never. It's not like I'm having an affair with a man and having a dick inside me. She only fulfils the areas that you aren't capable of fulfilling. That's it. But if you want me to, I'll end my relationship with her right now. She's not worth me losing you over.”

Standing naked in front of him, she had the sudden urge to hug him, which she did, and then she began kissing him. Being tempted once again by her nice round, smooth ass, and by the bush that covered her pleasure box, Jermaine responded in rhythm to her kisses. He then picked her up and carried her to the bed, and hurriedly got undressed.

After giving him some keen head and a good, long, pleasurable ride, he had forgotten about everything that had taken place. Afterward they fell asleep in one another's arms.

It had only taken one court date with the evidence that was presented for the Siordias to be granted custody of Jermaine Jr. Realizing that he was in a no-win situation, Jermaine accepted the verdict and also accepted the visitation terms of being able to spend one weekend out of the month with his son.