*Warning: Explicit content*
Bey's Present POV
I looked across at my husband, who now had apprehension in his eyes. I took a big gulp.
"Jay, there's something that I want to tell you that I've kept to myself for five years now..." I began to speak.
"Go ahead, Bey! I'm all ears," Jay spoke softly and comfortingly. He reached over to my lap to hold both of my hands. He squeezed them tight.
I looked down at his hands intertwined in mine, with so many thoughts racing through my head. As I felt my anxiety rise, I tried to think of a way to escape. I wanted to get up and walk out of that door.
I began to visualize the day I sat in Jay's seat, but he wasn't in mine. There was no one there the day I found out I was cheated on. I was all alone when I was shown the pictures of Jay making love to another woman. That was his filthy unveil. Now, here is mine. Jay gets the courtesy of hearing it from me and in person. It's a privilege that pains me.
As I ponder my thoughts, a light bulb goes off in my brain. To have courage of my convictions is not a foolish thing, but it is a fight for my integrity. I sympathize to a certain degree why this is so difficult for many, including my husband. At least I can be different in that aspect.
"Baby! Please just say it," Jay implored as I subjected him to an awkward silence. I looked back up at him, fixing my slumped posture, and continued with my confession.
"You know our marriage isn't perfect. You haven't been perfect, and I haven't either. You cheated on me, and—" I hesitated, "I cheated on you!" I revealed for the first time.
Jay's face scrunched up in disbelief. He thought he was the only one un-pure, and a shock hit him right in the face. His grip on my hands wasn't as tight as it was initially. I could tell he wanted to explode but kept his composer —for now.
"Who was it with?" Jay questioned me.
"LeBron!" I answered.
Bey's Past POV
June 27, 2013
I just put Blue back into her crib. She was asleep when I got home, but she woke up hungry. Luckily, Jay had some milk in the refrigerator. I filled her bottle, and a slight rocking of Blue in my arms did the trick.
Speaking of Jay, it's 11 pm. He still hasn't come home. Even after hanging up on me and blowing his phone up, I would've hoped he'd hurry back to see his child.
At this point, I didn't care what he was out doing. I was too sleepy, and I was fed up with this ungrateful ass nigga. I left out of Blue's bedroom and went into mine. I undressed into an oversized shirt, climbed into bed, and responded to the group chat with my sisters Solange, Kelly, and Michelle.
Kelly: He still isn't home, Bey? 😳
Bey: Nope!🤷🏽♀️
Solange: Do I need to come up there to whoop his ass? You know I will😤
Kelly: You and me both, sis, because this nigga play too much.
Michelle: Stop it, ya'll! That's HER husband and the father of her child.😕
Bey: I'll handle it...
Solange: You always say that, Bey! 🙄 You put up with so much of his damn bullshit. You deserve better!
Kelly: Seriously! You need to let him know that he's replaceable. 👊🏽
Bey: I know. I promise ya'll!🤞🏽I'm not letting him treat me like I'm less than anymore.
Michelle: I have faith that things will get better, babe. I'll be praying for you, as always! ❤️🙏🏾
I ended our conversation and set my phone down on the nightstand. I snuggled in the sheets, thinking about what the girls told me. They were right; I've put up with so much. Before I could reflect on these thoughts even more, I peacefully drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later...
Suddenly, I woke up startled because I heard the front door alarm sensor go off. I knew it was Jay immediately. He was naturally a heavy-footed person, but when he has liquor in his system, imagine the noise being magnified times two.
I heard him walking around until he eventually busted through our bedroom doors. He slugged his way into the bathroom. Once he shut the door to do his business, I turned over in bed and tapped my phone on the nightstand. The time was 4:00 in the morning. I rolled my eyes and shook my head in disgust. I quickly returned to my original position, filling up with anger.
I heard Jay begin to open the bathroom door, and I just laid there with my back turned, playing sleep. He removed his clothes and slid into bed beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I could smell the liquor on his breath as he placed small kisses on my neck. I wanted to push him away so bad, but I didn't.
"I'm sorry, baby. I love you, Bey Bey; please forgive me!" He whispered in my ear.
He moved his hands from my waist to my thighs, rubbing up to my pierced belly button and sticking his hand under my panties. He began to feel on my clit while still kissing my neck.
"Do you forgive me?" He mumbled in between his pecks of kisses.
I held in my moans as I felt myself getting more wet. I hadn't been touched like this, and he hadn't touched me like this in a month. Although I was still disgusted with him, I didn't mind getting my pussy ate. I'm just being honest.
A moan finally slipped out of my mouth, and I began to swarm around in his arms, putting my hand on top of his while guiding it to where I wanted it to be.
"Is that a yes?" He asked, wondering if I forgave him. I ignored him and continued to moan in pleasure from this sweet massage.
"Did you hear what—" I shushed him.
"Shut the fuck up, and eat this pussy!" I commanded in a stern yet low tone as I pushed his head toward my private area. He did what he was told and got in between my legs. He slid my thong down so that he had full access to eat me out. He flicked and twirled his tongue around viciously.
I arched my back in pleasure as I felt myself about to go over the edge. I gasped once Jay stuck two fingers in me while continuously working his tongue up and down on my clit.
My mouth was wide open a few minutes later, and my body shook uncontrollably. I covered my mouth to mask the noises so the baby, Julius, and Rita wouldn't wake up. He watched me as I slowly opened my eyes and regained control of my orgasm. I saw Jay reach inside his shorts to pull out his dick. He was already hard, but he started jerking himself off. He gave me a sensual look, which was a look of asking permission to put himself inside me.
"You're on your own!" I said, pushing Jay's body to the side and slapping his hands away from mine. While I attempted to put my thong back on, he grabbed both of my hands again to stop me.
"I just gave you good ass head, so I think I deserve something..." Jay responded while climbing back on top of me.
"You don't deserve shit from me! Get the hell off of me," I spat back at Jay. I looked at him with tears forming in my eyes. He immediately let go of my hands but remained hovering over me. He could see the hurt, causing his guilt to magnify.
