Free The Real Trap Wives Of Memphis by Monica Parker Page A

definitely is not with your wife.” I gave his dick one hard painful yank, causing him to sit up.” I stood up winking at him as I walked into the bathroom and washed myself up. When I came out Jacori was sitting on the bed astonished. I stepped into my dress as he watched me dick in hand. I leaned down and hit him with a forehead kiss. “I love you,” I said, right before I headed out the front door.
     
     
     
     

KORTEZ
     
    I left the trap house after gathering a little information on Breland. It was real funny how niggas ran their mouth when they thought they was getting away with something. I could go snatch his crack-smoking ass up right now but I didn’t know if he was being watched. I decided to give Jacori the info to do with it what he pleased; I was surely gonna have his back like he always had mine. Hearing all the mishandled and fucked up shit that went down with Jacori today, it had a nigga thinking hard. My ass stayed in these mean streets where anything could happen, but I had been fortunate. I was born and raised in Walker Homes. Shit all a nigga knew was the hustle and I wasn't new to this shit, I grew to this shit.
     My mind drifted back to the fight that I had earlier with Alisha. Alisha was my ride or die and sometimes I cheated on her. Hell sometimes she would even participate in threesomes with me. She basically gave me the okay to mess off and honestly, I loved her ghetto ass. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, which is why I married her in the first place. I couldn't afford to lose Alisha, but she was upset with me, so I planned to lay low for a minute.
    Alisha pointed out the fact that Plum was pregnant when she was on her little rant. I prayed like hell that Plum’s unborn babies did not belong to me. Plum and I had been fucking off for the past few months. We stopped using condoms because she said she was on birth control. So yeah, I was spooked. Alisha would never forgive me if I had a child on her.
    On more than one night I had cum all inside of Plum’s juicy, fat pussy. Her shit squirted like a gusher which got my head gone quick. If she lied to me about being on the pill I swear I'm going to kill her ass for trying to trap me. This whole shit with Alonzo probably came off the back of her being jealous. She saw my wife stepping her chocolate ass out in the finest; Alisha didn’t even go to the grocery store without looking like model material. Plum knew my schedule like the back of her hand, so I knew she let Alonzo know when the best time to strike was. I also may have mentioned Alisha’s pill habit once or twice so that was suspect as well. My mind was messed up and I needed relief so I made a decision, which I’m pretty sure wasn’t a good one. I decided to text Yara.
    Slim, red-boned, tatted, and rocking a blonde pixie cut, Yara was a chick me and Alisha had a threesome with a year ago. I never called her unless I wanted some top or some slop because she had a wet mouth and loved anal sex.
    A good fix is just what the doctor ordered. I hated to cheat on my wife, but when she was mad she would tease me and she wouldn't allow me to touch her. If I couldn't get sex at home, I was bound to get it from somewhere else; right now, that somewhere was Yara’s house. Yara’s marriage never kept her from wrapping her lips around me like a straw. Her husband was locked up anyway.
    Pulling up to Yara's house, I couldn't help but look at my phone to see if Alisha had been blowing up my line as usual. To my surprise she had not called my phone not even once. I couldn't shake the feeling that she may have been out doing what I was out doing now with another man. She must have been mad as shit at me. Alisha normally called me five to six times a day to check in on me. Sitting in Yara's driveway my feelings started kicking in and I couldn't cheat on my wife. In fact, I found myself craving my wife. I needed to tell her how I felt for a change. As I backed out of the driveway Yara