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greener on the other side.
    After a lengthy conversation, Alex decided to come over. I explained Caine was at work and wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours. A few minutes later the doorbell rang, I peeked out the window to see who it was, and like clockwork, it was Alex.
    Damn that was quick.
    I wasn’t expecting him for at least another fifteen or twenty minutes. I went downstairs to answer the door and I started feeling nervous. Not the typical, butterflies in my stomach nervous, but more like bitch-you-gonna-get-caught nervous. I closed my eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and forced myself to calm down; it wasn’t the first time and probably wouldn’t be the last, so a bitch had to get it together.
    I opened the door and Alex was standing there looking like a million bucks. I’m talking all black everything. Gucci down to the socks and the Armani scent was the icing on the cake. The nigga was so fine he put you in the mind of Ralph Tresvant or Ginuwine in their earlier days. I was definitely ready to ride that nigga’s pony. Alex was the shit and he knew it.
    That time was no different than before. I welcomed him in and we walked into the living room, where he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he started kissing me passionately. He was kissing me all over. Rubbing my neck, sucking on my tit, and playing in my pussy all at the same time. He was turning me completely on. By him having his way with me, my panties became moist, and my pussy began to drip wetter than the Egyptian Nile. I proceeded to take off my panties so I could receive the tongue. But as soon as Alex started to please the queen, I heard some keys being turned in the front door. I anxiously tried to scramble for my shit and warn Alex to hide, but it was too damn late. I was caught.
    Someone New
    Regrets
    Kandi
    I knew at that very second my biggest pleasure, was about to be the biggest regret of my life. The front door quickly opened and my husband Caine walked in asking me if I was waiting on him. Then he immediately dropped hot soup and flowers on my new hardwood floors, in complete shock at what he saw. Caine became outraged and began to walk towards me. “Caine, please say something,” I said crying and still caught up in the moment.
    “Who the fuck is he?” Caine yelled madder than a forty-five.
    I reached out to grab Caine’s arm and tried to prevent anything from jumping off between the two.
    “Did you hear me Kandi?” Caine asked again. Of course, I heard him but I didn’t want to answer the question. “Who the fuck is this?”
    I stood there in pin dropping silence because I knew I fucked up and I was wrong for bringing that shit into our home.
    “What the cat has your tongue now? Man I can’t believe this shit,”
    Caine went on to say. “I know you’re fucking him because y’all standing here butt ass naked.”
    “Look bruh,” Alex tried to explain.
    “Naw, get the fuck out my house nigga,” Caine said cutting him off. “I don’t know you nigga; don’t explain shit with your Johnny Gill looking ass. Get the fuck out my house nigga before I fuck something up.”
    “Fuck you, you corny ass nigga,” Alex barked back. “If you was dicking her right I wouldn’t be here. So who’s the corny nigga now?”
    After saying that shit, Alex tried to bounce. Apparently, the dumb nigga was only good for his looks and dick because he wasn’t quick enough. Caine tackled his ass to the floor as if he was Joe Montana and the super bowl game depended on it.
    “Naw fuck you nigga.” Caine immediately put Alex in a chokehold on our living room floor. I was still just standing there yelling for Caine to stop. At one point, I thought Alex’s eyes were going to pop out of his head because Caine kept a strong arm around his neck.
    “You want to try and fuck my wife nigga? How about I pull my dick out and fuck you. Would you like that you weak ass nigga?”
    I was yelling at the top of my lungs for Caine to