Free My Woman His Wife Saga by Anna J. Page A

come there to hear what he was doing wrong; he knew what he was doing was unacceptable.
    â€œThe issue is your sex life has changed at home, right?”
    â€œYeah, she doesn’t do what you do. Not to say that she’s not good, but with you it’s always something new.”
    â€œDoes she have sex with you every time you want it?”
    â€œYeah, even when she doesn’t,” James said, wondering where this conversation was going.
    â€œAre you still doing the same things for her that you used to? And don’t lie,” Monica warned him. Her massage was now up to his calves, and James was having a hard time concentrating.
    â€œI like to think so.”
    â€œThe thing is, James, when a man cheats on wifey, he tends to neglect her because he’s concentrating on his new toy. What you don’t realize is your wife can do the same things I do, probably better if you took your time with her. Don’t change up your sexual habits with her because all you can think about is how good I’ll fuck you. That’s exactly how wives always find out that men are cheating. You change, and that’s not good.”
    â€œSo what am I supposed to do?” he asked, wanting desperately to make things right.
    Monica was good to him. James couldn’t deny that, but Jasmine was his wife, the mother of his kids, his soul mate. He couldn’t see messing up everything they’d built together over a booty call.
    â€œAfter you’re done here, go home and make up with your wife. Don’t rush it, but let her see that you’re changing. You can have your cake and eat it too. You just have to know when to do it.”
    â€œI understand that, but are you going to be okay with us not seeing each other for a while? I don’t want to hurt you.”
    â€œI’m cool with it. I have someone else occupying my time right now. Want to go upstairs and unwind before you go home?”
    â€œDo you think I should?”
    â€œI don’t see why not. You won’t be here for a while, so you might as well get one for the road.”
    Monica stood up and walked toward the stairs. James followed like a little puppy dog, feeling kind of guilty on the inside. He started seeing Monica months before he brought Jasmine in on the threesome. He told himself that after they got together in the hotel that night he would be leaving Monica alone, and he did try. Monica just had a way of making you feel like you were missing out on something when she wasn’t around.
    He looked at the drawings on the wall as they walked by, and stopped when he noticed one of the men in the drawings looked like him. In the drawing he was laying on his back on pink roses, and Monica was riding him with her back facing him. Her head was thrown back and her arm rested on his chest for support. Monica’s hair was long in the drawing and a rose rested at her temple. James didn’t know what to say; he just kind of stood there gazing at it.
    Monica made her way to the top of the steps and yelled for James to hurry up. He tore his gaze from the drawing and made his way up the stairs, a little puzzled at how he became a part of her collection. He knew Monica was an artist and that she drew black art and sold it for high dollars. He also knew she was a professional photographer and took pictures for a number of agencies. He never thought he would be in one of them, and was going to question her once they got in the bedroom.
    When he walked into the bedroom, all thoughts of him questioning Monica left his mind as he laid eyes on Sheila. He remembered her face, but couldn’t think of where he’d seen it. He was also stunned because he didn’t know Monica had company. He wished he would come home one day and find Jasmine in his bedroom with a beautiful woman. He also knew Jasmine didn’t get down like that, and that she only dealt with Monica that night to make him happy. James didn’t have the nerve