Single Husbands (12 page)

Brian differed from Lexington and Herschel in that he genuinely loved Michelle and kept her first. And Michelle loved Brian
so much, she’d never leave him. Brian boasted about how his wife would never take another woman’s word over his, so basically
Brian didn’t give a fuck if a chick ever threatened to tell his wife about their affair. One day, that shit was going to backfire
on his ass like Mike. Then what?

Lexington wished like hell he could love his wife, but Donna was a straight bitch. She verbally humiliated him in front of
her friends, his friends, their kids, and their family every time she had a captive audience. So why should he give a damn
about what Donna felt?

Making his way to the woman who was sitting alone at the bar, Lexington extended his hand, saying, “Join me in a community
room. I’ll make it worth your while.”

At first, he couldn’t believe the club in Fort Lauderdale didn’t have one completely private room with a lockable door. After
a while, he got used to it, and when he wanted more privacy, he’d hop a flight to Atlanta. At least until the new swingers
club opened its doors in Fort Lauderdale.

“Sit with me for a moment and I’ll decide if you’re worth my time,” she said, licking her lips.

Lexington sat on the stool next to her. “What’s up?”

“I’m not from around here. This is my first time to a sex club, so instead of joining in, I decided to watch tonight. But
you just might convince me to change my mind.”

“What’s your name?” Lexington asked, watching her nipples peep over the towel halfway covering her breasts. Yeah, she was
new. All of the other women strolling throughout the Zone were completely naked.

“Irresistible is my name.”

“Don’t give me no fake-ass name,” Lexington said. “What’s your real name?”

“That’s what my mama named me. I didn’t make it up. What’s yours?” she asked.

Lowering the towel, he caressed her nipples before easing one of them into his mouth; then he looked up at her and said, “Lexington.
Hey, let’s go. I wanna taste your pussy.” He firmly gripped her hand.

Irresistible stood.
Damn!
Her sweet ass rolled off that stool, wiggling side to side underneath that towel. Lexington anxiously led her into the single
semiprivate room. While he tried to ease the towel from around her body, she gripped it tighter. Sitting on the bed, she began
sucking his limp dick.

Tearing the edge of the condom packet, Lexington scooted back on the bed, tugging on her towel, but Irresistible wouldn’t
let go of his emerging erection or her towel.

Damn, is she that shy?
he wondered.

Her mouth was tight and juicy and felt so fucking good, he wanted to come but couldn’t. He probably didn’t have very many
sperms to ejaculate after his big O with the Queen. With the exception of the Queen, no matter how long a woman sucked his
dick, rode his dick, or stroked his dick, Lexington didn’t come until he was ready.

“Whew, baby, you gon’ have to ease up off him so I can put this hat on his head before it starts raining in your mouth.” This
woman had superpowers, mechanical jaws, something. No woman had ever sucked his dick that strong, making him that hard right
after he’d exploded a full load. He feared he might be wrong, twice in one night.

“You like the way I suck this big-ass dick, Daddy?” she said, getting a bit aggressive, sucking a lot harder.

Aw, fuck. What the hell? It’s her mouth now,
he thought. “If you don’t back up, I’m about to bust a load.” Lexington was enjoying this shit. That was until an uninvited
guest stood in the doorway.

“Mind if I join you?” Nikki asked, entering their room without permission.

“Yes. Go away,” Lexington said, holding back on blasting cum down Irresistible’s throat.

Irresistible never looked up.

Nikki quietly approached Lexington, dropped the towel wrapped around her body, pushed him flat onto the mattress, straddled
his face, and began fucking his mouth with her pussy.

“Nikki, cut this shit out,” Lexington mumbled into her lips.

Irresistible started massaging his balls while steadily sucking his dick. “Ride him and don’t stop until you come across the
finish line, honey. Come in his mouth, god damn it,” Irresistible said, cheering Nikki on.

“No, don’t encourage her. You don’t understand,” Lexington mumbled.

“Aw, now who’s acting new?” Irresistible moaned.

Nikki reached over Irresistible and started squeezing Lexington’s dick. “Let’s switch,” Nikki insisted.

Irresistible sat on his face, facing Nikki. Her ass kept brushing upward into his nose.
Aw, fuck!
This was not how his Saturday night was supposed to go. Lexington ran his tongue over Irresistible’s shaft, trying to suck
her clit out of the socket, but she wouldn’t keep still long enough for him to clamp her clit. He wanted to see what was happening
between the two of them, but he couldn’t. He had pussy lips in his eyes every two seconds.
What the hell,
he thought. Inserting his finger inside Irresistible’s pussy, Lexington began frantically finger fucking the shit out of
her G-spot, hoping she’d come, squirt, anything, then get the fuck out of his face.

“Oh, my God! Yes! Yes!” she screamed. “That’s my spot, baby! Go harder!”

Lexington felt Nikki bear down on him raw as she began riding him, fast-bucking her hips forward. Grinding her pelvis into
his dick, Nikki screamed, “Fuck you, Lex! Fucking those bitches in front of my face. You gon’ come for me tonight! Come for
me, motherfucker!”

Hearing Nikki curse him turned him the fuck on. Suddenly it dawned on Lexington that he was ejaculating inside of his boy’s
wife without a condom, and as big and long as Lexington’s dick was, none of his sperm had to swim. He shot his soldiers straight
into her eggs like fucking arrows. That’s how he’d ended up with five kids. Suddenly, kid number six didn’t appear so appealing.

“No, Nikki, don’t do this to me. To us. Stop. Please, baby, get up,” he pleaded a little too late.

“Ahhhh!” Irresistible yelled, squirting fluids all over his face like a pissing pony.

Nikki’s pussy clenched his dick so hard, there was nothing Lexington could do except yell, “Arghhh! Arghhh! Arghhh!” as he
shot his remaining load, coming harder than before when his dick was in the Queen’s mouth. Nikki’s pussy was fucking great,
and his dick was all too familiar with her body.

Irresistible and Nikki had fucked up his mind control and his night out. Never before had he exploded inside of a woman unintentionally.
All five of his children were planned.

Lexington knew Herschel was a dog, but Nikki was a straight bitch for this shit. No matter how doggish men were, the one unspoken
rule between real friends was friends didn’t get their friends’ wives pregnant. Nikki had to keep this shit between them.
And if any of his sperm penetrated one of her eggs, Nikki was getting an abortion.

“Irresistible, you need to get your ‘I’m new at this’ lying ass up off my face. You too, Nikki. Get off my dick.”

“You two know each other?” Irresistible asked.

Shaking his head, Lexington walked out of the room, went to the lockers, got dressed, retrieved his car from valet, and headed
home to his wife. What should’ve been a great night ended up all bad. As he stepped into his living room, Donna was sitting
on the sofa, wearing another one of his shirts and those fucked-up slippers.

“It’s five o’clock in the morning, Lexington! Where the hell have you been? Don’t walk away from me. You hear me talking to
you.”

Not tonight. Lexington did his usual. He showered and went to bed.

“Lexington, I think we should go to marriage counseling,” Donna said, rubbing his shoulders. “I want the man I married back.
I want my husband back.”

The fact that counseling was her idea meant he should agree? Lexington would say anything to shut Donna up. Dozing, he mumbled,
“Okay, Nikki. Whatever you want.” No sooner than he’d said Nikki’s name, Lexington realized he’d fucked up; he prayed Donna
hadn’t heard him.

Smack!
Donna’s palm landed against the back of his head. He ignored her—she’d be wise not to hit him again.

N
ikki, call me immediately when you get this message. You’ve got some explaining to do. And you call yourself my friend. Don’t
let me catch you jogging while I’m driving.”

Delete.

“Nikki, I know you’re avoiding me. Don’t make me come over to your house.”

Delete.

“Nikki, you’ve got five minutes to call me back or else.”

Deleting Donna’s tenth message, Nikki knew fucking Donna’s husband was wrong, but it wasn’t a mistake. What had Lexington
done or said to his wife to make Donna repeatedly leave one minatory message after another? On the first two messages, Donna
seemed calm; then she angrily shouted her words, ending her final two voice mails with sniffles.

Nikki stood in the warm, breezy kitchen of her famous client’s yacht, docked at the New York Harbor. She was prepping for
the celebration of the owner’s new ninety-seven-foot mega charter. Thirty-four guests invited by the owner were scheduled
to be on board in less than two hours, and none of her sex recipes or appetizer specialties were complete.

Nikki’s cell phone chimed again. This time, she answered. “Lexington, what in the world is going on with Donna?”

“Where are you?” he asked.

“New York. Why?”

“Stay there. I’m taking the first available flight to La Guardia,” he said.

“I can’t stay here. I have to cater a party in South Beach tomorrow morning,” Nikki said, then asked, “Donna? What’s wrong
with her?”

“What time does your flight get in?” Lexington asked.

“Three,” Nikki said, refusing to ask him any more questions.

“I’ll pick you up from Miami.”

“Sure thing,” Nikki said.

“Perfect. See you then,” Lexington said, ending their call.

The kitchen table was covered with large organic ruby-red strawberries with forest green stems, the finest shaved dark chocolate,
ripe red avocados, and succulent black and brown figs—all great aphrodisiacs for women. Freshly shucked oysters on the half
shell were on ice in a cooler. Clams, mussels, king crab legs, whole lobsters, and beluga caviar were in separate coolers.

The wines, champagnes, and top-shelf liquors, recommended by the owner, were uniquely arranged on the wood-paneled salon bar,
where they awaited the bartender’s arrival. Hopefully, the men wouldn’t drink themselves into an intoxicated state. More than
two drinks for a man impeded his ability to separate lovemaking from fucking.

Excessive alcohol consumption by men was courage juice, ego boosters, and, in some cases, performance busters instantly creating
erectile dysfunction. Consuming alcohol decreased a male’s testosterone level, thereby decreasing his sex drive. A man’s desire
to fuck increased tremendously after a few drinks, but the inebriating effect fooled men into believing they could knock the
bottom out of a pussy when they could barely touch their noses—let alone find a woman’s pussy hole without sabotaging her
clit.

The opposite was true for women. A woman’s testosterone level increased with alcohol consumption, increasing her desire to
have sex and her ability to perform. In many cases, Nikki’s sexcipes were simply delicious low-to-no-carbohydrate foods that
energized her clients as opposed to making them feel sluggish and sleepy.

Walking away from the bounty of delicacies, Nikki watched nearby yachts sail toward Ellis Island. Standing at the helm in
the captain’s position, she realized she’d never failed at anything. Her parents encouraged her to excel, saying, “Nikki,
be passionate about your life, always do extra, willingly work harder, and never, ever quit anything that you start. Do those
four things, sweetheart, and you’ll be successful. You won’t ever have to depend on a man to support you financially, and
you’ll be happy. Don’t ever let anyone tell you money doesn’t bring happiness. It definitely does.”

The party sailing by Nikki sure seemed happy—popping corks off champagne bottles, hugging, kissing, smiling, and laughing.
Wow! Admiring the sunrise. When was the last time she’d truly enjoyed herself that way? Besides preparing food that made others
happy, hosting her television show, sexing her friend’s husband more than her own, and a few rendezvous with professional
women, there was still something missing.

Her parents’ philosophy was “Generate wealth. There are people in the world with lots of money; your job is to provide a service
those people are willing to pay for. Everybody has to eat. Figure out what people like and how much they’re willing to pay
you to prepare their meals. Don’t create debt. If you can’t pay off what you borrow within thirty days, let whoever owns whatever
it is that you want to keep these possessions until you have enough cash to own what you want. Especially a home. Interest
on a home will cost you a minimum of three times the amount of the loan, and it’ll take a lifetime to get the title.” Her
parents made it clear that debt was created to keep people indebted, and people in debt went to work every day for someone
else, not themselves.

A melancholy half-smile crossed Nikki’s face as she recalled memories of the way she and Lexington were as teenagers. Life
was simple. They didn’t have a lot of money. Their love was genuine. And they were happy. When had they drifted apart? Not
Lexington. Nikki still loved him. Her parents. She missed talking with them.

“Hmm,”—Nikki exhaled—“I’d better light a torch under my ass.” She had one hour to make thirty-five excited, influential individuals
become ecstatic.

She stood overlooking crystal-blue salty waters. Blue. Salty. Waters. Could Nikki in her weakest moment be strong and call
her mom? Could she stop dwelling on whether she’d terminated her friendship with Donna? If she’d stayed at home, instead of
going to the sex club, Donna wouldn’t be calling her. How would Nikki have felt if Lexington unexpectedly showed up at one
of her events expecting her to cater to him? What had gotten into her? Fucking Lexington without using a condom? Did she want
to have a baby with Lexington instead of her husband? Nikki had been jealous. She didn’t want those “Queen” tramps all over
her
dick, sucking and rubbing Lexington like they owned him, so she fucked him raw.