Big Girls Drama by Tresser Henderson Page A

anguish because all I heard was the ringing of dead silence in my ears. I knew I said something because Jeffrey was struggling to pull his pants up as the lips surrounding his dick unlocked from around him. The man on his knees and in-between my husband’s thighs didn’t bother to budge. If anything, he looked upset that I interrupted what he was doing to Jeffrey.
    He smiled at me confidently as he dabbed at the cracks of his mouth with his manicured fingers. He acted like he had just devoured a full-course meal.
    His eyes spoke volumes as they gloated saying, “I got your man, bitch.”
    â€œBaby,” Jeffrey called to me. “What are you doing here?”
    â€œIn our house, Jeffrey!”
    â€œI thought you were at work?”
    â€œI thought you were too,” I glared.
    â€œLook, let me explain.”
    Why did all cheating-ass men say that, like an explanation was going to do them some good when they were clearly caught in the act? Maybe they felt the details were warranted so their significant other wouldn’t kill them, because that’s what I felt like doing to Jeffrey right now. I wanted to commit first-degree murder.
    â€œIt’s not what it looks like,” Jeffrey floundered to say.
    â€œReally? So this . . . this . . . person wasn’t sucking your dick?”
    â€œMy name is Kyle, and, yes, I was sucking his dick, bitch, and I did it real good too, right, baby?” the tall, lanky man said running his hand down Jeffrey’s leg as he continued to kneel before him. Jeffrey jerked away, looking at him with a scowl.
    Eyes narrowed in anger, I looked at Jeffrey waiting for him to say something. My husband understood my hardened expression and began quickly explaining.
    â€œBaby, this is Kyle. My . . . my lover.”
    â€œI don’t give a damn who this is. You’re introducing us like I’m supposed to reach out and shake his hand or something. All I want to know is what the hell is he doing here, in our house, and in our bedroom, no less.”
    â€œIsn’t it obvious, boo boo?” Kyle deduced.
    â€œShut up, Kyle,” Jeffrey said through gritted teeth.
    â€œAnd it ain’t my first time here, bitch.”
    His man whore stood upright as he shifted his weight more to his right foot as he stuck his ass out. The man’s ass was bigger than mine, and I knew then who was the penetrator and who was the penetratee.
    â€œKyle,” Jeffrey snapped, shooting daggerlike stares at him. Kyle retreated. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy. He was shorter than Jeffrey with dark coppery skin, a clean-shaven face, and brows arched to perfection. This man’s face was beat to flawlessness. For a moment, I was jealous because he did look good. As sad as it sounded, I could see what Jeffrey saw in him. But, it was still a man. Jeffrey was not gay, or at least I never thought he was.
    â€œBaby, I never meant for you to find out like this. I thought you were coming home later.”
    â€œExcuse me from coming to my home and interfering in you getting you dick polished off by that .”
    â€œBitch, don’t get smacked.”
    â€œKyle.”
    â€œBut she—” his whore began to say, but Jeffrey cut him off.
    â€œKyle, please leave. I need to talk with my wife.”
    â€œOh, so it’s like that,” he said, looking at me sideways.
    Jeffrey glared at him but said nothing.
    â€œOkay, then, I see how you going to treat me. But don’t come begging me back so you can get some more of this good old ass,” he said, turning his ass to Jeffrey and smacking it.
    I closed my eyes in disgust as his friend exited our room. Eyes locked on Jeffrey, it wasn’t until I heard the front door close before I spoke again.
    â€œDo you know where I was today?”
    â€œI thought you were at work.”
    â€œNo. I got off early to go to the doctor.”
    â€œFor what?” he asked like he was concerned.
    â€œI found