Scarlett started, still enjoying the attention that I was giving her. “i’d guess i’d sum it all up in three words: i am divorced.”
“Okay, spill it, baby. What the fuck happened?”
This complete look of astonishment hit sajira and me, and I immediately commanded her out of her submissive mode. This was a conversation that Scarlett, Mercedes, and Kitana needed to have.
It was one of those rare times where the girls got to see me as something other than their Goddess, and it helped them balance a little bit sometimes. It helped me because we could have those times to be at ease around each other. Besides, I couldn’t be “on” all the time. Maybe my Beloved could be, but he could afford to. They expected the “Great One” almost everywhere we went. He had his days where he turned it off, and no one could tell the difference except for me or the girls, but the expectation was always there.
We sat down on the couch while sajira walked into the kitchen to grab some Moscato and wine glasses. From Scarlett’s body language, this had the makings of a very interesting story to tell.
“Well, once we got out to L.A., things were good for about a month.” She took a sip of her wine as she recalled the events that led her to our doorstep. “A couple of weeks ago, this woman started calling the house, telling me she’d been sleeping with my husband since before we got married.”
Scarlett didn’t shed a tear as she recounted the events like they happened yesterday. In fact, I swore she couldn’t suppress a grin and a giggle or two. I wasn’t surprised. A polyamorous mindset could sometimes protect your heart in situations like this…sometimes.
“So, did you cuss her out? Did you confront her?” Kitana continued the barrage of questions.
“Well, considering I had plans at the beginning of the year to see my family and satisfy my service and kink fix, I really wasn’t one to trip out about the whole affair,” Scarlett explained. “So, I invited her over to talk about things.”
“You did what?!?!?” Kitana protested.
“Relax sis, I didn’t ambush her or fight her or anything,” Scarlett told her. “In fact, once we got a chance to get to know each other a little better, things really started to take off between us.”
Took off? Now, I knew my Scarlett had her moments where she could be a bit, well, altruistic, but befriending the “enemy” was not something I expected her to do, especially when the woman admitted she fucked her husband.
Something still wasn’t adding up, though. If things were okay, why was she here?
“Okay, now you have me confused, baby,” I interjected. “Why are you divorced, then? Sounds to me like she would be willing to keep the secret and have you both without the other knowing about it.”
“Well.” Scarlett grinned. “The reason I’m divorced is he had been in love with her the entire time. She felt I deserved to know. The wild part was the sex we had that night.”
“Wait, what ‘sex you had that night’?” I asked, trying to get a gauge on the situation. “You fucked her, baby?”
“Yes, I did, I couldn’t help it, Goddess. She was sexy.” Scarlett closed her eyes for a minute to take in the visual all over again.
“Damn, now I know it couldn’t have been me, sis.” sajira shook her head. “Ice would suffer; I can tell you that much. But something doesn’t add up. Why do you look so sickeningly happy to be divorced?”
Scarlett, by this point, had the glow of a woman who had gotten away with murder. “I left one significant part out of the whole situation. The ‘she’ that I’m talking about…is a shemale.”
“What?!?!?” we both screamed in unison.
“Yes. I couldn’t turn down the opportunity; she was so damn sexy.”Scarlett reminisced as she continued to explain. “It was better sex than what I was having with my husband, that’s for sure. I guess she was right. He isn’t into biological women, never was. Being with me
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