My Husband's Girlfriend - Softcover

Rax, Cydney

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0758280246 ISBN 13: 9780758280244

Verlag: Dafina, 2013

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"The book we can't put down." --Essence®
 
"My Husband's Girlfriend is an explosive story about the sanctity of marriage, infidelity, and the other woman." --The RAWSISTAZ Reviewers

Anya Meadows can't imagine being without her husband, Neil. But lately she also can't imagine being with him—in bed, that is. Anya's heart wants to say yes, but her body, mainly her hormones, say no way. Anya knows something's gotta give, and she doesn't want it to be her marriage. She loves Neil and their life with their young daughter. And he loves her. Why break up over sex? So Anya swallows her pride--and shocks her frustrated husband--by giving him permission to have a mistress. She even draws up a contract--including the rule that he's forbidden to fall in love. But that's not the restriction Neil finds toughest to follow. . . Soon Neil is on the receiving end of some shocking news, and his wife and his girlfriend will each be forced to make hard choices about who they are, who they want to be, and create a whole new set of rules. . .

Praise for Cydney Rax

"A twisted tale of infidelity." --Today's Black Woman

"Fascinating, witty, and thought-provoking." –Zane on My Daughter's Boyfriend

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CYDNEY RAX became obsessed with becoming a writer after reading Terry McMillan’s Disappearing Acts. Her author dreams were realized through her eyebrow-raising debut novel, My Daughter’s Boyfriend.  Her novels include My Husband’s Girlfriend, Scandalous Betrayal, Brothers & Wives, and My Sister’s Ex (cited by Essence® as one of 2009’s best reads). She has also contributed to the anthologies Crush and Reckless.
 
Born and raised in Detroit, Cydney graduated from Cass Technical High School and earned an undergraduate degree from Eastern Michigan University. She resides in Houston. Visit her online via Facebook, at www.cydneyrax.com, or email her at booksbycyd@aol.com.

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My Husband's Girlfriend

By Cydney Rax

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2006 Cydney Rax
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-8024-4

Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

Anya

A celibate husband and wife are the two most dangerouspeople on earth.

That's what my husband, Neil, told me—one yearago—when our nightmare began. I guess at the time Ididn't believe him. But right now, sitting by the phonewaiting for Neil to call me from the hospital and tellme the gender of the baby he's having with her, well, Ibelieve him.

Lack of affection and regular sex within a marriageis like having a ticking bomb strapped to your body—youonly have so much time before something explosiveshatters your whole world.

How did we get to this point? Approximately twoyears ago, I'd be at home slumped on the couch. Lostin a zone. Neil would swagger into the den looking likea taller, thinner, less insane version of Mike Tyson.Beautiful chestnut complexion, intense eyes, and finein his own kind of way. Neil would stand next to mestarting stuff, swaying his hips back and forth, singinglow. And then he'd sit down, getting close enough topress his lips against my neck. I'd beg off, claiming,"Soul Food is on right now." I'd wave at Neil, invitinghim to chill out and watch the show with me, but he'dyank his lips from my neck and storm away. And, feelingguilty, I'd look at the show a few more minutes,then follow him up to our bedroom. We'd start out givingeach other a dry kiss on the cheek, something you'doffer a casual friend. Then Neil would rub me betweenmy legs, trying to generate a fire that would need awhole lot more to ignite than those little matches hewas using via his idea of foreplay. Next he'd order meto lie on my side. His goal was to take it from the rear.

"I saw two people doing it in this flick," he remarkedthe first time we tried it. "We can handle this."

Talk about awkward; this position didn't even soundlike something an animal could manage, let alone humans.Protesting was useless. So I lay on my side,body stiffening up as if I just heard a strange noise, tooterrified to move.

Neil pushed into me so rough it felt like someonetried to shove something hot, hard, long, and round insidemy one good nostril. I could barely breathe. Iyelled, "Ouch, ouch, ugh." But to Neil it was like Iscreamed "Hallelujah," because he kept jamming hishuge, happy thing inside my tense butt. I'd reach behindmy back and grip him. I bucked. Cursed. Pressedmy half-inch nails into his sweaty thighs. Dumb jerkthought I was having a helluva time, not realizing howmuch I ached to escape back downstairs to try to catchthe end of my show. But I said nothing. I let Neil do hisbusiness. And on a few occasions after that night, I'dcontinue to do my duty. Letting Neil have an amplesupply of sympathy sex. Until the last time we did it;until the day we officially became celibate.

Neil and I were spread out on a huge colorful rug onthe floor next to the bed. I was lying on my back. Mylegs were like a clothes hanger curled around his neck.He was jumping around and slapping my behind, havinga jolly good time—until he noticed that I hadseized the nearby cable guide, perusing it for a worthwhilepay-per-view movie. He scrunched up his face."Screw it; screw this mess." He physically slipped outof me. Left me alone on the floor. I wondered if I'deventually slip out of his heart and his mind, too. I becameterrified. That's when I knew something had togive, that our marriage was in the balance. Thingsmight never be good again if I didn't figure out whatto do.

Intimacy. Closeness. Feeling each other. Little bylittle, all those necessary acts disappeared from our relationship.Yet I loved Neil. Couldn't imagine beingwithout him. When Neil wasn't in the room with me, Iwondered where he was. When I thought of his spellbindingfragrance, his infectious smile, and howproficient he was at taking care of his family, that andmore kept me drawn to him in spite of everything.

Fast-forward to now. These days I have to keep myselffrom stressing about the new addition to the family.If it weren't for Sharvette, my sister-in-law, I don'tknow what I'd do. She's Neil's half-sister, and eversince their sixty-year-old mother pointed at their frontdoor and told the girl to "get the hell out," she's beenliving with us here in Houston. It isn't too bad. Sharvetteis great company; plus, she has my back, which isimperative because that's the only way I would allowher to live with us.

She's sitting here with me right now. We're in thedownstairs den. This room has lots of tall windows,and normally that means sunshine fills it from one wallto the other. But today is cloudy, so the room is dark.But given the circumstances, the darkness kinda complementsthe mood.

I'm rocking back and forth in my seat. My righthand is clutching the portable phone like it might runaway. Sharvette is patting my left hand. She's strokingmy skin, rubbing me gently, and acting like I'm the oneabout to give birth instead of Neil's other woman.

I can't stand the thought of her. Neil's mistress. Iguess because, like a dummy, I've created her. Becauseof me, she is. If I hadn't encouraged my husband tofind a sex partner, he wouldn't have done it. I know hewouldn't. He's a good man, and he loves me. In spite ofthis other baby that's about to enter the world, I knowNeil Braxton Meadows loves me.

Right now Sharvette is grasping my hand and shakingher head, stopping and shaking it again. I can'tstand to look at Vette, which is her nickname. Sometimesher body language speaks as loud as her voice.So I stare at my lap, looking inwardly at my life. I don'tlike what I see.

"Well, I don't care what gender this little bastardturns out to be, Reesy is gonna always be my favoriteniece. And that's all I have to say."

I smile. Sharvette is astounding. She's family. Myhigher ground. A reliable anchor.

"Because the Negro shouldn't have been messingaround on you in the first place. I don't care if y'alldrew up that little sex contract. I don't care that both ofy'all signed it. He should've known better to even considerthat dumb shit. 'Cause if my brother really lovedyou, he—"

She hushed like her conscience kicked in. But I hadn'tdone anything to give her a reason to shut up. I know aman can love his wife and still do foolish things. Likemaking passes at other women while he's standing twofeet away from his wife. Or visiting a woman who livesin the same apartment complex as him and the missus.Or telling his lover he isn't happy at home, but at thesame time telling home he's not happy having a lover.That's what some men do. I know this. And outrageousas it sounds, that's why I pressured Neil into tryingsomething I thought might work.

The deal is this: In addition to balking wheneverNeil wanted to experiment with these painful new positions,I was struggling with a couple other issues thatfurther complicated our sex life. For one, I was prescribedwith having FSAD, an acronym for female sexualarousal disorder, which basically means I have alow sex drive, about as low as a dead person's. If you'relucky, you might be able to generate some sexual desire,but the drawback is you rarely get satisfied becauseyour body won't lubricate. Orgasms are as rareas a San Antonio blizzard. And you can also sufferfrom deep dyspareunia, which means sex is too painfulto enjoy.

I've found out I'm not alone. FSAD is a conditionthat affects 47 million American women for a varietyof reasons. And to date there is no approved drug totreat this disorder. So even if my delicious-smellinghubby fondles me and gives me...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Dafina
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2013
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0758280246
• ISBN 13: 9780758280244
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 384
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