7 years, 2 seeds and a 6 month pregnant belly later, there I was. Standing there....in our backyard in the cold. Dripping, soaking wet from the thunderstorm, watching him. My husband fucking my best friend. The very woman he said he never would. He was fucking her like he loved her. Like he needed her. He was fucking her like I didn't exist. I was furious. I was hurt. I watched like I was being paid to. The more I watched, my anger and pain turned into this burning desire to join in. My panties began to get wet. The passion and fire in that room could be felt outside in the coldest rain if the night.
Instantly, I began to think, "What if her husband knew that she was fucking mine? If we were to bust down the door right now, what would they do?" I thought some more....maybe I'll bust in and treat myself instead. I ran to the back door and entered without a squeak. As I tiptoed up the stairs, my heart began to race. I crept down the hallway and gently cracked the door open. I watched some more....it excited me so much I came on myself. Then boom!! "What the fuck are y'all doin'?" I ask as I dive for my best friend. "How could you do this to me? You're supposed to be my best friend, Imani! And YOU!! You're supposed to be my husband, Derrick, yet your in our sacred space fucking my best friend!"
"I.. I...baby I'm sorry!", He said. "Yeah! You're motherfuckin right you're sorry!! Both of you motherfuckers are sorry!!", I screamed, as I pointed at...