gonna sell a brotha out?” Jay asked.
“No, I just said we need to talk. And we’re gonna, as soon as Kyle gets outta jail. Now don’t forget to call your wife.” I hung up the phone without saying goodbye. I wanted him to know I was serious.
4
Jay
I hung the phone up and tried to enjoy the oral pleasure that Jackie was giving me, but as good as it was, it didn’t matter. My mind was still preoccupied with my conversation with Wil. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t sell me out to Kenya, but he was definitely startin’ to get a little pissed off covering for me. I just wish I could find the words to explain to him that what Kenya and I had just wasn’t the same as what he and Diane had. I cared about Kenya, but the fact that she didn’t wanna have sex anymore had ruined our relationship. God, I shoulda never married her in the first place. I felt so trapped.
I married Kenya four years ago after I found out she was pregnant. She was one fine, brown-skinned honey. We’d been dating off and on for about two years, and she was the first woman I’d ever been able to have a real relationship with. I’d been such a dog before I met her, I honestly didn’t know what it was like to have someone to care about me. Would you believe she was actually the only woman I ever felt guilty about cheating on? After a while I even stopped cheating. Things were going so well between us that I felt empty when she wasn’t around. That is until about a year and a half into our relationship when she started bringing up the “M” word. Now I cared about Kenya. I cared about her a lot, but marriage was definitely out of the question. Just the thought of it made me revert back to my old, insecure ways of womanizing.
When I made it clear that wedding bells were not in the equation for us, Kenya ended things, only to come back begging six months later. I’m not really sure if I felt sorry for her or just missed the stability she brought into my life, but I took her back. In retrospect, that was a bad move on my part. Six months after we got back together she told me she was pregnant. At first I didn’t think it was that big a deal. Three hundred dollars for an abortion and life was back to normal. But when I took her down to the clinic, the doctors said she was too far along. I’d never admit it to my boys, but I’m sure she played me.
I avoided Kenya for almost a month, contemplating my next move. The last thing I wanted was to be a father. I was only thirty at the time, and to be honest, I just wasn’t in love with her. But she kept insisting that she didn’t care if I loved her, that I’d learn to love her in time. Finally, after talking to my mom, I decided to do the morally right thing. I asked Kenya to marry me. My pops never married my mom, and till this day I love him but I don’t have any respect for him. I didn’t want that for my child. I decided to try and be the best husband and father I could. Besides, both Wil and Kyle were happily married. How hard could it really be?
At first marriage was fun. Kenya and I did a lot of family things with Wil and Kyle and their wives. I have to admit it took time, but I honestly think I love her. The only problem was that women were still hitting on me even though they knew I was married. The things they were suggesting were hard to turn down. On top of that, Kenya wasn’t as sexual as she used to be once the baby was born. At first she really tried to keep up with my sexual appetite, but soon she began using the excuse that she was too tired from taking care of the baby. That got old fast when I took Tiffany to my mom’s for the weekend and we still didn’t have sex. After two years of being faithful and horny, I couldn’t take it anymore. I hooked up with my old stripper girlfriend Keyshawn. I’m sorry, but if I had wanted to be celibate, I would’ve become a priest instead of a husband.
The only real reason I hadn’t asked Kenya for a divorce and moved out was
“No, I just said we need to talk. And we’re gonna, as soon as Kyle gets outta jail. Now don’t forget to call your wife.” I hung up the phone without saying goodbye. I wanted him to know I was serious.
4
Jay
I hung the phone up and tried to enjoy the oral pleasure that Jackie was giving me, but as good as it was, it didn’t matter. My mind was still preoccupied with my conversation with Wil. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t sell me out to Kenya, but he was definitely startin’ to get a little pissed off covering for me. I just wish I could find the words to explain to him that what Kenya and I had just wasn’t the same as what he and Diane had. I cared about Kenya, but the fact that she didn’t wanna have sex anymore had ruined our relationship. God, I shoulda never married her in the first place. I felt so trapped.
I married Kenya four years ago after I found out she was pregnant. She was one fine, brown-skinned honey. We’d been dating off and on for about two years, and she was the first woman I’d ever been able to have a real relationship with. I’d been such a dog before I met her, I honestly didn’t know what it was like to have someone to care about me. Would you believe she was actually the only woman I ever felt guilty about cheating on? After a while I even stopped cheating. Things were going so well between us that I felt empty when she wasn’t around. That is until about a year and a half into our relationship when she started bringing up the “M” word. Now I cared about Kenya. I cared about her a lot, but marriage was definitely out of the question. Just the thought of it made me revert back to my old, insecure ways of womanizing.
When I made it clear that wedding bells were not in the equation for us, Kenya ended things, only to come back begging six months later. I’m not really sure if I felt sorry for her or just missed the stability she brought into my life, but I took her back. In retrospect, that was a bad move on my part. Six months after we got back together she told me she was pregnant. At first I didn’t think it was that big a deal. Three hundred dollars for an abortion and life was back to normal. But when I took her down to the clinic, the doctors said she was too far along. I’d never admit it to my boys, but I’m sure she played me.
I avoided Kenya for almost a month, contemplating my next move. The last thing I wanted was to be a father. I was only thirty at the time, and to be honest, I just wasn’t in love with her. But she kept insisting that she didn’t care if I loved her, that I’d learn to love her in time. Finally, after talking to my mom, I decided to do the morally right thing. I asked Kenya to marry me. My pops never married my mom, and till this day I love him but I don’t have any respect for him. I didn’t want that for my child. I decided to try and be the best husband and father I could. Besides, both Wil and Kyle were happily married. How hard could it really be?
At first marriage was fun. Kenya and I did a lot of family things with Wil and Kyle and their wives. I have to admit it took time, but I honestly think I love her. The only problem was that women were still hitting on me even though they knew I was married. The things they were suggesting were hard to turn down. On top of that, Kenya wasn’t as sexual as she used to be once the baby was born. At first she really tried to keep up with my sexual appetite, but soon she began using the excuse that she was too tired from taking care of the baby. That got old fast when I took Tiffany to my mom’s for the weekend and we still didn’t have sex. After two years of being faithful and horny, I couldn’t take it anymore. I hooked up with my old stripper girlfriend Keyshawn. I’m sorry, but if I had wanted to be celibate, I would’ve become a priest instead of a husband.
The only real reason I hadn’t asked Kenya for a divorce and moved out was
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