Journei
The way I looked at my wife, no one could tell me I wasn’t in love.
I warded off men, gaining a lifetime partner in a woman.
Imagine feeling alone and low for years, then running into someone who uplifts and feeds confidence to your spirit on a daily.
Alexis was my rock. She taught me how to love and trust. She knew bits and pieces of my past and how I wanted to leave that shitty ass life I was granted behind.
In the five years of being together, I smiled more with her than I ever did before knowing her. She didn’t push me to do something I had no interest in. She didn’t fake the funk with me either. When she spoke, it was as raw as chicken. That was why I loved her so much.
Alexis went the entire night without mentioning a gift for me.
I didn’t care for one to be honest, but damn.
I couldn’t even get a card? To my surprise, when we got home, there was a wrapped box on the kitchen table.
Everything I got for her, she got for me.
It was weird how we thought alike sometimes.
The icing on the cake was me finding papers of an LLC with my business name, Ties & Tips, the realtor papers for a building, and a folder full of vendors and potential partners.
I gifted her with a car, but that was worth more than the sixty grand I gave Jeff.
I was a business owner with my own space, and not just on a piece of paper.
I watched my baby as she slept. She was on her belly, leaving her back, as well as left side, exposed.
That bent leg would give me the access I needed.
Whenever I saw her like that, a switch flipped.
The urgency to touch, taste, and smell her was uncontrollable.
It didn’t take long for my pussy to develop a heartbeat of its own.
Before I woke her up, I checked the nightstand for my strap on. My wife worked my pussy so good when she strapped up. I laid it on the pillow, then let my hands and mouth do what they were so desperately tryna do since I laid eyes on her body.
Carefully pulling the covers back, her canvas was on display. I planned on painting that muthafucka with my tongue as the brush. Getting in between her legs, I could smell her sweet aroma before putting my face in it. Consider me a bee ’cause I was a fiend for her nectar.
After spreading her cheeks apart, that pretty pink flower was there for the taking. I did a full swipe from front to back, letting her sweetness coat my tongue. It had only been a few days since I last tasted my baby and that had me feeling like it was months ago.
A few more swipes, and Alexis was awake. She hiked that ass up, bringing a sinister grin to my face. I adjusted myself and feasted on my wife as an early breakfast. She had to be lacing her pussy with the drugs she sold ’cause her juices had me begging for more, no matter how much she served.
The way she had me hooked had to be a crime.
If she asked me to eat that ass like my birth name was Kevin Gilyard, baby, I would definitely consider it.
How was it that my head was so far between her legs, tryna catch whatever she released, that I was in the process of cummin’ myself? Make this addiction make sense.
“Right there, baby! Don’t… Shit! Aaahh… I’m cumminnnn’!”
She squirted in my mouth as I dripped onto the sheets. I didn’t give her a chance to move from the position she was in. I preferred her face down, ass up anyway. Her back dimples showed, and that shit turned me on the most.
When I finally released her body, she fell flat on the bed, then reached over to grab the strap. That pulsation I had was now goin’ at a rapid pace. Excitement was running all through me. I spent the next hour calling my wife’s name and cummin’.
Nobody, and I meant nobody, ever had the pleasure of seeing me bare and flawed the way she had. People wouldn’t believe my cherry was popped by fuckin’ silicone. Anything with a real dick attached got ignored or dismissed. Men were a no-go.
Alexis broke me right on in when we first met. I was fresh outta college with a degree in business tryna celebrate at a local club. I stuck out like a sore thumb, attracting the wrong kind of attention. Hunz was with me, but he was too busy dancing with a bad ass yellow bitch to notice.
It took me rejecting the wrong drunk nigga and him raising his hand at me to get some type of help. Imagine the prettiest bitch at the club, standing at five-two, handling a gun like a feather. Alexis brought her pistol across his face several times before she called it quits.
The shocker was she grabbed my hand and took me to her office. We ended up talkin’ and smoking to calm my nerves. A blunt or two in, my legs were spread like an eagle on her desk with her tongue stamping the fuck outta my pussy.
When I left the club, I left with her number. The rest was history. She never stepped out on me, regardless how many times she had to go outta the country or town on business. She always made time for me and never left room for me to doubt her word. I was finally someone’s priority… Hers!
“You didn’t have to do me like that. I can hardly walk, mean ass.” I’d just walked downstairs from gettin’ a separate shower. I was so damn sore, but my wife had given me the best sex of my life that morning. And she was making breakfast.
“Next time, yo’ ass gon’ think on wakin’ me up. I was dreamin’ ’bout fuckin’ on Ari Lennox, and you interrupted.” She let out a genuine laugh once she saw the mug that was plastered on my face. “So, you upset?”
“Don’t make me beat you and that thick bitch’s ass. I have no problem fuckin’ both y’all up,” I replied. “What’s the plans for today?” I asked and hopped my short ass on the countertop.
“I want you to start on your lounge. Stop procrastinatin’, boo. You really gotta stop that shit.”
“Bae, you can just do it for me. I hate this type of shit,” I whined.
Alexis turned toward me with a hand on here hip. “How you hate it when yo’ ass got a degree in business? You just spoiled as fuck. I’m not doin’ this for you. This is yo’ company, so get yo’ shit together.”
I really disliked the way she would shut me down sometimes. I knew she was just tryna see me prosper and grow in life, but damn it, she got me in that spoiled mindset. I hadn’t worked since I met her.
Alexis was a big-time drug dealer in Tennessee, and because she was so little, she got overlooked a lot. My baby wasn’t one to be played with though. That sweet demeanor could turn sour within seconds.
“Fine.” I dropped my head, feeling like a child that just got disciplined.
She placed the spatula down on a plate, then made her way over to me. She positioned herself right between my legs. Her fingers went under my chin, bringing my face leveled with hers.
“What I tell you ’bout that? Keep this shit up. Boo, I’m only tellin’ you this to help you. If you allow someone to do everything for you, then that same person has the power to take everything from you. You can’t doubt yourself before you even get started.”
I nodded since that was all I had. I was in my feelings ’cause everything she said was true. Being under pressure would always bring an unsure cloud around me and wouldn’t leave until I threw the towel in. That had my name on it, so if I wanted more, I had to go out and get more.
“Give me some tongue so I can finish cookin’.”
My lips connected with hers, and that soreness was slowly but surely fading away.
Her lips were parted with what she asked for, and I was losing myself in my wife all over again.
When she gripped the side of my waist and squeezed, I softly moaned into her mouth.
She pulled away, winking, and went back to finish cookin’.
My wife knew the type of fire I had stored for her.
I hopped down, repeating the chant, you got this, in my head. My wife believed in me, and I knew Hunz would too. That left me, myself, and I.
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Two weeks had come and gone from the morning my wife encouraged me.
I was meeting with a few designers that could potentially help me with Ties & Tips.
I was brand new in the business world, so I asked Belle Air to tag along.
Belle Air was more experienced and knew what to look for when choosing the right people.
She had her own nail shop called Slim Nails. My wife and I had an appointment set for every other Wednesday. Our nails would still be intact, as if she’d just done them, but the way I switched up, my nails had to have a different color every two weeks.
“Nei, do you have a visual on how you want your place to look?” We were standing inside the building my wife had purchased. So much could go into the business, and if done right, I knew it could be successful.
“I do, but I’m not sure if I’ll stick with it. I doubt myself a lot, Belle. I’m tryna change my mindset. This needs to be perfect.”
“Nothing in life is perfect, Nei. Whatever you decide on gon’ bring people who’ll fuck with your establishment ’cause you brought something new.
Then there are those who will envy and try to destroy you.
Where there’s a positive, there’s a negative.
That tough skin gon’ have to be worn at all times once you start, friend,” Belle advised.
Lately, everyone around me had been so supportive. Scary Journei was leaving after that day. It was an opportunity for me to be something other than a spoiled, needy wife. Alexis made sure we were straight in all areas, but I could match her hustle.
“You’re right, Belle. I got this.”
The door opened, and in walked two pretty ass, black women. One was mocha toned and on the chubby side, which was giving me life, while the other was peanut-butter toned and slim. Both wore their hair in a protective style of box braids.
I knew a Fashion Nova fit when I saw one, and both sported a pants set. The duo was begging for me to bring my ratchet side out and yell “yaaaasssss, sis!”
“Hi, I’m Nina, and this is my sister, Emilia. We’re the Belvedere twins. We have a one o’clock with Journei Evans,” the mocha-toned one, who I knew as Nina, introduced them.
I walked over with a smile on my face and extended hand. “I’m Journei. Thank you for coming.” I shook each one of their hands.
“No problem. First things first, I’ll run down how we operate.
Our deposit is half of the flat rate up front.
Second, get a budget and stick to it. I promise we can work with whatever number you throw out.
You can call us at any time. A new business is stressful, but we’re here to relieve that.
Our job is to bring what you sketch out to life. ” Emilia dished out a mouthful.
“This process can take as long as you want it. We can grind and have it done within three to six months, or we can be mellow and have it done within six months to a year. The decision is yours. Once hired, we’ll provide you with an iPad.
There will be a floor plan, as well as a three-dimensional layout.
None of the pieces you choose will have a price tag.
Tags scare people. Choose what you want, and we’ll work it out with your budget,” Nina added on.
“Well, damn. Y’all did not come to play. Do you have a few things I can look at before I make a decision?” I asked. They were about their business, and I would soon be on that same train.
“Yes, ma’am.” Nina pulled out a folder from her briefcase. Belle Air reached for the folder. I let her examine the documents as the twins and I continued to talk.
“You picked a nice area to start a business. This building is huge and holds so much potential. What were you trying to do?” Emilia questioned.
“Don’t laugh, but I want a book lounge. Like Barnes & Noble had a baby with the local hookah bar.” I told them not to laugh and ended up doin’ it myself. It sounded crazy, but I knew what I wanted.
“Lay it out for me,” Emilia said.
“OK. Well, I want the lounge part in the back area and closed off. A double entrance will have to be built. First entrance needs to be soundproofed using glass. A small area that’ll hold tips, flavors, and small tablets that hold everything we sell.
Through that tablet, they can place orders, whether it’s food or something we sell up front.
Food orders would go straight to the kitchen and everything else to one of the registers.
What goes on back there cannot disturb what goes on in the front. Am I losing you?”
“Nah. I’m liking this so far. Keep going,” Nina said.
I continued to voice how I saw my business. I knew what I wanted was over the top and probably corny to some people, but it was mine, not theirs. What made it even better was Alexis bought the building across from a well-known bookstore.
“Jesus Christ. You got a vision, honey. And now I understand why you made that analogy. It’s a lot, but I can see this blowing up. You got something different on your hands,” Emilia expressed.
“Thanks,” I replied, smiling.