Married Men (13 page)
Authors: Carl Weber
I didn’t go home after seeing Dr. Stanley. I couldn’t. I was just too embarrassed to tell Lisa that the doc diagnosed my impotence as race-related. So I went to the Roadhouse Bar to have a couple of drinks and play some chess. I wasn’t there five minutes when this fine dark-skinned sister, probably about twenty, walked over.
“Hey, baby, the bartender said you’re drinkin’ Dewars on the rocks. If I buy this one, think you can buy the next?” She sat down next to me, handing me a drink. “My name’s Sheika, what’s yours?”
“Just call me married.” I lifted my left hand and showed her my wedding ring.
“What?” She laughed, sitting back in her chair. “You gotta be kidding. Is that supposed to mean something?”
“Look, baby, you look good, real good. But I’m not interested, okay?”
“Is that so?” Would you believe this bold young sister reached under the table, slid her hands between my legs, and took hold of my penis. Instantly making it hard. “That’s not what your friend’s saying.” She kept massaging me, and I was getting harder and harder.
I knew I should have stopped her, but I couldn’t. It just felt too damn good.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get outta here,” she offered. “I’m horny as hell, and I only live two blocks away.”
“Aw’ight, let’s go,” I agreed with barely another thought.
You know, in seven years of marriage I never once cheated on my wife. I’d had opportunities. Plenty of them. And I came damn close more than once. But I always found the willpower to stop myself. That wasn’t gonna happen this time. My stuff hadn’t had any action in so long, I was powerless against the desire this fine young thing had awakened in me with just one touch.
We both got up, and I followed her to the bar.
“Maria, I’m going home, baby. I found what I was looking for.” She high-fived a gorgeous Latino sister with long black hair.
“Aw’ight, girl. I’ll see you at home in a while,” her friend replied with a devilish laugh.
It didn’t take any time to walk the two blocks to Sheika’s apartment. She lived above a real estate office on Jamaica Avenue. When we entered the apartment, she immediately walked over to the stereo and turned on some slow, romantic music. It was dark in the room and I couldn’t see a thing, so I just stood and waited for her lead.
“Come on, baby, my room’s back here.” She took my hand and guided me down the narrow hall to her room. The lights were still out, and I couldn’t really see how her room was decorated, but I could see the silhouette of the bed, so I sat down.
“You know, you still haven’t told me your name.”
“Kyle. Just call me Kyle.”
“Kyle, I like that.”
A street lamp outside cast a subtle golden light in the room. I watched her slip out of her tank top and jeans, and the light made her spectacular body appear to glow. She had large breasts, and a butt shaped like a Georgia peach. She swayed like an exotic dancer, and I swear I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I gently took hold of her waist and let my fingers do the walking. She was so soft. I pulled her in close, sucking on her breasts until both her nipples were fully erect. Then I laid back on the bed, pulling her up until her womanhood was right over my face.
I performed oral sex on her for what seemed like an eternity. Every time she had an orgasm, I would pull her down to give her another one. Finally she gasped. “Okay, baby, that’s enough. It’s just too sensitive down there.”
I let go of her, and she slowly removed my pants, sliding her head down to return the favor. I was rock hard, and it felt so good when she licked me. I let out a long moan.
“Ohhh, you think that’s somethin’?” She climbed on top of me, mounting me like a horse. “That ain’t nothin’.”
I let out another moan, this one even louder. For twenty minutes I watched her ride me like an expert. Then, out of nowhere, I saw someone standing in the shadows of the doorway. It had to be her roommate Maria. She was taking off her clothes, and I watched her silhouette in amazement, thinking of the possibilities.
“Mind if my friend joins in?” Sheika asked.
“Hell no.” I closed my eyes and savored the moment. I hadn’t done anything like this in ten years.
Sheika slid off me, and immediately a pair of warm hands took hold of my penis. Her friend was stroking me so good I had to open my eyes to watch. That’s when I saw my wife Lisa with my penis in one hand and a twelve-inch butcher knife in the other.
“Hi, honey,” was all she said as she raised the knife above her head, preparing to whack off my best friend.
“Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!”
I screamed, sitting up in the bed. Lisa was still standing in front of me, but she wasn’t holding a knife and I wasn’t in Sheika’s apartment. I was in the guest room of my house.
I screamed, sitting up in the bed. Lisa was still standing in front of me, but she wasn’t holding a knife and I wasn’t in Sheika’s apartment. I was in the guest room of my house.
“Kyle, are you all right?” Lisa asked frantically. “You were screaming so loud I thought you were going to wake the girls.”
I reached down between my legs and held on to my penis for dear life. “It was only a dream,” I muttered, rocking back and forth. “It was only a dream.”
“Kyle, are you all right?” Lisa reached to touch me and I scampered to the other side of the bed. I’d never been so afraid of anyone in my entire life.
“Look, I’m going back to bed. This is bullshit.” I was trembling as I watched Lisa walk out of the room.
I hadn’t been able to sleep for two weeks. Every time I laid my head down, I had that same damn dream. I swear, there are a lot of bad things you can dream about, but your wife cutting off your penis has to be the worst. I’d basically isolated myself from Lisa and the kids. I was so paranoid and sleep deprived that I was at the point where I would snap at anyone and everyone for no good reason. Finally, perhaps out of desperation, I decided to confront my problem. I sat at the breakfast table with my family for the first time in over two weeks.
“We’re having omelets and sausage, Daddy,” my daughter Jade told me.
“He can see that, Jade. You’re so stupid,” Jewel told her.
“I’m not stupid.” Jade began to cry.
“Jewel, stop making your sister cry,” I ordered.
“Why should I, Daddy? You make Mommy cry every night.” I turned to look at Lisa, who had her back to me, preparing something at the counter.
“What have you been telling her?”
“Kyle, she’s seven years old. She doesn’t need me to tell her anything. She sees things.” She turned to look at me, and that’s when I saw the knife she was holding. I swear it was pointed right at my penis. I broke into a cold sweat and nearly had a heart attack on the spot.
“Kyle, are you all right? Maybe you should go see Dr. Stanley again.” Lisa placed the knife on the counter and walked toward me. It took me a second to recover from the nightmare image I had just seen.
“I’m aw’right.” I got up from my seat, trying to put some distance between Lisa and me.
“What is wrong with you? You’re acting so strange lately.” Lisa had an attitude.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I insisted, though I still had flashes of her wielding the knife.
“Look, I gotta get outta here. I gotta go to work.” I walked toward the foyer leading to the front door and picked up my briefcase and coat.
“Kyle.” I turned, and there was Lisa, standing behind my three daughters.
“You forgot to kiss them goodbye.” She looked down at the girls.
My mind was in another world. I had never forgotten to kiss my girls goodbye. Even when I was mad at Lisa, I always kissed them goodbye.
“Daddy’s sorry, girls.” I bent over and gave my two youngest a big kiss on the lips. Jewel resisted, turning her head so that I could only kiss her cheek. I didn’t even look at Lisa. I just turned and walked out the door.
“Excuse me, sir?” the woman said in a soft Jamaican accent.
I opened my eyes and smiled at the beautiful, golden brown stewardess as she politely placed the delicious smelling tray of food in front of me. I was glad I decided to spend the extra money on first class instead of coach. The service was excellent.
“You said you couldn’t make up your mind between the filet mignon and the lobster, so I brought you both.” She smiled.
“Thanks.”
“No problem at all. Just call me if you need anything else.” As I placed my napkin on my lap and started my meal, I thought about Lisa. She’d probably gotten my note by now.
When I left the house that morning, I drove straight to the nearest real estate office. Two hours later I was back home, packing my stuff to move into my new apartment. Thank God Lisa wasn’t home. I don’t think I could have faced her. But I also couldn’t take living with her anymore. The dreams were driving me crazy, and being around her was making me constantly paranoid. On my way out the door, I wrote her a ten-thousand-dollar check, and a note that said:
Dear Lisa,I’m going on vacation alone. I don’t know when I’ll be back, so don’t wait up. Trust me, it won ’t be anytime soon.Kyle
It was a cruel way to leave things, and it would probably come back to haunt me, but I just didn’t want to face her. Not until I cleared my head and got rid of those damn dreams. I finished my dinner and leaned my head back to try to sleep. If things turned out right, I would have a dreamless sleep, and wouldn’t wake up until the plane had already landed in Africa.
9
Wil
It was almost midnight when the phone rang, and I was feeling pretty good. Diane was lying on her back, half-asleep, and I was giving her one of my patented foot massages. We’d just made love for the second time that night, which was pretty amazing, considering the baby was due in less than ten days. I reached for the phone, trying not to disturb her.
“Hello.”
“Wil, it’s Jay. You alone?”
I hesitated for a few seconds, looking at my wife. She looked real comfortable. Heck. I was real comfortable. Whatever Jay had to say couldn’t be that important. I figured I’d just let him get it off his chest and get him off the phone fast.
“Yeah, Jay, I’m alone.” Diane sat up straight and glared at me. I put my hand to my lips, trying to keep her quiet.
“I just got a call from Kyle.”
“He called you?” I couldn’t believe Kyle called Jay instead of me. None of us had heard from him in so long, but I always figured he’d contact me first.
“Yeah, he’s flying home in the morning. He wants us to pick him up.”
Kyle had been missing for four weeks, and he hadn’t even called his kids. I knew he was having a few problems with Lisa, but I never dreamed he’d up and leave his family. To make matters worse, there were fifty million rumors circulating around the Roadhouse Bar about his disappearance. The rumors ran the gamut from he was hiding out from the Mafia because of debt, to he’d met some young woman and run away to Europe with her. And even his closest friends didn’t know the truth about where he was and why he’d left. I was glad to hear that he was coming home, though. Despite whatever he had done or not done, he was my man, and I missed him.
“Flyin’ in from where, Jay?” I demanded. Diane tugged on my arm insistently, so I interrupted Jay before he could even answer. “Hold on a minute.” I covered the phone.
“Has he been talking to Kyle?” Diane whispered.
I nodded. Diane got up angrily and walked out of the room. I guess it was a good thing I’d gotten some earlier, ’cause now she was in one of her moods. There would be no more passion in our bedroom tonight.
“So where’s Kyle?” I returned to my phone call.
“It’s a long story. I’ll let him tell you himself.”
“No, you tell me now,” I demanded.
“Aw’ight. But don’t yell at me. I’m not the one who screwed up this time.”
Just then I heard Diane pick up the other extension in the living room. At that point, I knew it was gonna be a long night.
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