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I moved back to Jersey for a short time. I had told my wife I wanted to work with Poetic Pain and when I got the option I did. I had a house here in Jersey, it actually was my grandmother’s home. So, I knew me my wife and kids would be comfortable here while I did what I needed to do. I was here on business, but I also wanted to end Carol Peterson’s pathetic little life.

“Hey baby!” The love of my life, Symphony Taylor walked in the living room.

“Hey, you, how you feeling today?”

“I’m ok, just glad to get a break from the kids.”

“I’m glad you getting a break too. How is Donna doing?” I asked referring to my mama.

“She’s good. She told me to tell you hello since you haven’t answered your phone for her since we’ve been back in Jersey.”

“I’ll get up with her one day just not right now.” I spoke being honest. I didn’t really have a good relationship with my mama. I hated her for taking money from Carol Peterson and moving me away. Instead of getting that bitch put away. When I was old enough, I left home, changed my name, and started a new life. I wanted to erase my past as much as I could. Years of therapy, my beautiful wife and kids keep me grounded. I still wanted Carol’s ass put away where she belonged. I’m good today, but man them demons had me fucked up. I turned to drugs and all type of shit before I got my mind right. My kids are what really kept me on the right path. I’ll forever love my wife for making me a daddy. I needed her and my kids more then she’ll ever know.

“I know you have to take things one step at a time, but the kids are starting to wonder why you don’t love their nana. I need you to get it together Dashawn.”

“Alright baby, I promise I will, but I have to do it on my own time. As of right now, I’ll have a talk with the kids to explain it to them in some way. Now, enough about that. What we gone do with our alone time?” I asked.

“I think I can show you better than I can tell you, come on.” She said in a seductive tone while standing up and grabbing my hand leading the way to our bedroom.

Sex used to be the last thing on my mind until I met my wife. Yeah, I was fucked up for some time, but my body always yearned for her. When we first started dating, I struggled until I started therapy. My therapist talked me into telling my wife everything and I did just that and now our relationship has been more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced. Once we made it to the room, she pushed me on the bed and then straddled me. I looked into her eyes and smiled hard as hell. I then reached under the crop top she was wearing with no bra on and started playing with her nipples. She let out a soft moan while grinding on my man hood. I lifted her up a little so I could remove her bottoms. Once I removed hers, I removed mine and the way she looked at my dick standing at attention told me she was ready for me to enter her.

We didn’t get much alone time due to having three kids under the age of ten. So, when we did get free time it was on and just as magical as the first time. Symphony leaned down and took my erection into her mouth without me saying a word. She sucked, slurped, and kissed on my dick just the way I liked. I was enjoying every bit of her head game, but I didn’t wanna cum this way. I wanted to feel her insides.

“Come on baby, I want you to ride it.” I managed to get out in between moans. Symphony did as she was told and eased her wet slippery walls down on my erection. I bit down on my bottom lip while her eyes rolled back in her head. I guided her hips while I met her stroke for stroke from the bottom.

“Mmm…Hmm… just like that baby, ride this dick.” I coached her turning, her all the way on. The more I talked my shit the faster she moved. We were so in tune with each other I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold this nut any longer. “Baby you gone cum with me?”

“Yesss… baby, I’m going to cum with you right now.” She moaned out in pleasure while the feeling of her juices slid down my dick. Symphony’s body started to shake vigorously while I held her in place.

“Fuck ma, I’m cummin’ right behind you.” I moaned out in pleasure while I shot my seeds in her tunnel. My wife laid on top of me and I held her tight. I swear, I loved this woman with all my heart, and she don’t even have to worry about me stepping out on her she was all I needed and wanted.

Symphony ended up going to sleep, so I got up showered and made my way to the kitchen to make us some dinner. We had a maid and a nanny come over a couple days a week. My wife never wanted anyone to be in our kitchen or anyone raising our kids, but when she had our third kid, she realized she needed some help since I was on the go a lot due to my acting career.

Today happened to be the maid’s day off and the nanny was off because the kids were with my mama. While I cooked I figured I would get on my laptop and look up some more shit on Carol Peterson’s old ass. I knew some shit went down with her and Poetic, but I knew he wasn’t going to talk about that shit. I knew because I was the same way. Even though I’ve told my story to my wife and my therapist. I still have trouble speaking on it with others. I want to one day be able to counsel young folks that went through what I went through, but I’m not at that place in my life yet. I looked in the fridge and saw everything to make spaghetti, so that’s what I was making something quick and fast. I decided to do a side salad and some garlic bread. I sat everything I needed on the counter then sat at the table for a minute so I can log into my laptop. Once everything was open I went to the file I had on Carol Peterson and opened it up. I looked through everything I had so far and was indeed happy with myself. I had been following her since I’ve been back in town and her not knowing my new name made shit easier the bitch wouldn’t see me coming. The sound of my wife walking in the kitchen brought me from my thoughts but not fast enough to close out my computer.

“What are you doing Dashawn?” She asked in concern.

“I’m going to get that bitch for sure this time.” I said through clenched teeth.

“Dashawn, please, I don’t want you consuming yourself with this day in and day out. I don’t want you to revisit your dark past if you don’t need to.”

“I know baby, and I’ll be fine. I need to do this for me and our relationship. I need her behind bars then I could properly love my family.” I said being honest. I knew I was doing everything that needed to be done as a husband and wife. I just needed this void closed so my family would have the best version of me.

“You do love us properly.” She said in a sad tone.

“Baby, I feel like when I let this lady take over my head I can’t give you and my kids all of my attention. So, once I get this done I should be good.”

“Alright, I’m gone let this go but if you start getting over stimulated or having nightmares I want you to stop. I’m going to let you do you for now. I just don’t want this shit messing up your head.” Symphony explained.

“I promise I’m gone be good baby girl. As long as I have you and my kids. I always have something great to fight for. So, if I lose myself you best believe I’ma fight my way back.” I said while pulling her on my lap and nuzzled my face in the side of her neck. I knew my wife hated this for me, but at the same time she understood where I was coming from and that’s all I needed was for her to be by my side; no matter if she cared for the situation or not. I could see the sadness in her eyes, I knew she was scared of me kicking up the past, but this was something I needed to do for me.

“Since you working I’ll get this spaghetti going.” She smiled while kissing my cheek.

“Are you sure baby? I’ll put this up and get to it if you wanna go continue to rest.”

“Nah, I got it. It’s been a minute since I cooked for my man anyway.” Symphony headed to the stove while I went down a rabbit hole with all of this new discovery I had sent to me about Carol Petersons sick ass, her days were definitely numbered.