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Helping him remove his shirt, then his pants and underwear, she placed his belongings on the lounge chair next to her purse.

“Huh, what? We shouldn’t be doing this out . . .” His voice trailed off.

“Relax. Stop worrying. Whatever is done cannot be undone. Fixed, yes. Forgiven, yes. Undone, no,” she said, kissing his clipper-shaven
pubic area.

Brian’s eyes grew heavy as he dozed into a light snore, with his dick in her mouth, believing Michelle would forgive him if
she ever found out about his affairs. Why shouldn’t she? He was a loving husband. Wonderful father. Could-do-no-wrong son.
Drifting into his subconscious, Brian wondered how his mother would feel if she found out, after all of her years of being
married to his dad, that his dad had had numerous affairs?

Brian didn’t know which felt better: being half-asleep having his dick sucked or his feet massaged. Fluttering his eyes toward
the rising sun, he’d peacefully slept the night away with a complete stranger in his arms.

“Wake up. Wake up,” he’d heard a voice say.

Widening his eyes, Brian slowly sat on the side of his lounge chair.

The naked woman beside him tapped his leg, asking, “What in the hell happened last night?”

Squinting to diminish the blinding sun from hurting his eyes, he asked, “Damn, it’s daylight. Where in the hell am I?” Then
he said, “Aw, hell no. Where in the fuck are my clothes?” He covered his dick with his hands. He stared up at a woman who
looked down at him. She seemed detached from the fact that he and the woman with him were completely nude publicly.

Brian raced around the pool with his dick flopping in the air in search of his clothes. Maybe they’d fallen over the rail,
he thought, leaning to see if he saw anything that resembled clothes or a purse lodged in the sand.
Fuck!
His phone. His wallet. His driver’s license. Credit cards. All gone.

“Fuck!” Brian yelled.

The woman with him held her palms against her ears in disbelief. “Where’s my purse? My phone? My money? This is all your fault,”
she cried.

This could not be happening to him. Where were his pants? Who would want them? Fuck! His house and car keys were gone too.
He could get spares if he didn’t get arrested. Brian walked over to the woman leaning against the rail that overlooked the
pool and asked, “Did you see someone down here?”

“Yes,” she answered. “About a half hour ago. It was too dark to see his face. He had on long shorts, no shirt.”

Fuck!
How was Brian going to get home? Even when he got home, how was Brian going to explain to Michelle he was robbed of everything,
including his drawers?

K
iss me,” Nikki said, rolling over and facing her husband.

Herschel stared in disbelief, looking over his shoulder for someone else to respond. He’d tossed all night wondering if Nikki
had confirmed Lexington’s inquiry when he’d said Donna was
positive
that she’d caught him getting fucked in the ass by Anthony. Fearing his boy would hear the truth was enough information for
Herschel to abandon the conversation between Lexington and Nikki in their bathroom.

Nikki awakened, begging, “Baby, I miss you. Give me a kiss.”

Herschel froze. What was Nikki up to? Why did Lexington have to tell Nikki what Donna had said? What did Donna want when she
showed up at his back door unannounced?

“You don’t care about my being bisexual?” Herschel asked.

“Are you going to make me ask again? Kiss me,” Nikki said, straddling her pussy across his dick.

He wasn’t feeling up to doing Nikki. She made more money, but she didn’t own his dick. “What’s gotten into you? Too many of
those alcohol-injected honeydew pussy poppers?” he asked jokingly. His dick remained soft and spongy. “You hung out all night
with Venus, now you want me to do you? I’m tired too.”

“I should start strapping-on and doing you,” Nikki said, implying more of a statement than a question.

Nikki eased her middle and ring fingers into his mouth. What if he bit her fingers the way she’d done him? She saturated her
fingers with his saliva, then massaged her clit. “Aw, yeah. This feels so fucking great. Herschel, fuck me,” she insisted,
taking control of his dick. “You do use condoms with Anthony, right?”

Nodding, Herschel forced what little blood she had mustered into his shaft toward his head. Nikki squeezed his dick firm,
then sat on him. A low, close ride of her hips against his pubic hairs and his dick engaged his brain. Blood filled his shaft.
As disappointed as he was with his wife, she obviously didn’t care about his life with Anthony. She bounced her pussy like
it was on a pogo stick, making him come quickly.

“Damn, you feel good, baby,” Herschel lied.

“I’m giving you my best pussy at sunrise on the day that I’m in heat and ovulating, and all you can say is ‘I feel good, baby’
when I’m trying to give you a baby?’”

Herschel’s forehead buckled. “A what?”

“A baby. I’m ready for us to have one,” Nikki said. “And if we’re lucky, we’re pregnant.”

“What do you want from me? You come in here—what, four hours ago?—ease into the bed, wake me up at the crack of dawn, fuck
me, because what? Is this your way of patronizing me with the possibility of us having a baby, when I’ve been asking you to
have my child for years? Does everything in our marriage have to be done your damn way, all the fucking time?” Herschel asked,
easing from underneath Nikki.

“I don’t want anything from you, Herschel. Nothing. Not a damn thing. You can go be with Anthony and I can raise our baby
by myself.”

“Then do that!” Herschel yelled, making his way to the bathroom. He hated the fact that Nikki knew about Anthony and she was
cool with that shit. He wanted her to get mad. Get angry. He needed a reason to stop loving Anthony—not a reason to love him
more.

Nikki ranted and all Herschel heard was Donna’s voice:
“You two faggots!”

“Faggot” was such a degrading word. Herschel wanted to stuff a thousand bars of soap in Donna’s mouth and make her apologize
until they were tired of hearing her voice. Now she had Lexington believing her. No more single husbands threesomes for Herschel.
Lexington was not inviting Herschel to hang with him and Brian again.

Attempting not to look obvious, Nikki hurried by him to close the bathroom door before he made it inside with her. He was
too slow. Shifting his thoughts, he was thankful for the alone time.

“Fine, you go ahead and use the bathroom. I’ll wait out here until you’re done,” Herschel said, sitting on the edge of the
bed with his head in the palms of his hands. Herschel exhaled, thinking,
Another baby. This one would be different. Special. Born with a silver spoon in its mouth. Even the baby wouldn’t need me
for much.

His dick hardened. Not for sex. For a much needed piss. Herschel toured areas of his home that they never used. Entering the
baby’s nursery, he glanced at the pink-blue-yellow-and-green wallpaper border neatly pasted beneath the crown molding.
Wow, a baby with Nikki.
That might be cool if she let him make some of the decisions.

The throb of his dick reminded him he had to piss. “My daughter won’t mind if I use her bathroom,” Herschel said, growing
fonder of the idea of him and Nikki having a baby. Maybe having a baby girl would renew their relationship. As long as he
didn’t have another gay son, Herschel would do all the things for Nikki that he regrettably hadn’t done for Ivory. He’d massage
Nikki’s stomach every day she was home. Rub her feet. Wash her hair in the shower—the way his boy Brian bragged about doing
it for Michelle. Herschel wanted Nikki and him to have the kind of love Brian and Michelle shared. The kind of love that money
couldn’t buy or barter.

Lifting the toilet seat, Herschel decided today he’d break up with Ivory and Anthony and give his wife a real chance to get
to know him. She already knew about Ivory and Kwan.

He squeezed his dick from the base to the head and watched the last few drops of urine plop into the toilet. Staring at his
reflection in the mirror, he admired his body. Chocolate cheekbones squaring off into his neatly trimmed goatee. He rubbed
the hairs on his dark chest and roller-coaster abs. His big dick couldn’t help but to hang low. Herschel nodded with approval,
hoping for a girl.

Turning on the warm water, Herschel washed his hands, ripping a pale green paper towel from the roll. Nikki had told him green
was the best neutral color for babies. He tossed the wet paper into the trash, and it fell to the side. Herschel stooped,
picked it up, then froze in disbelief, dropping the content in the trash can.

“Damn, that bitch has fucked me again.”

Herschel left the nursery, returning to the bedroom where his wife was snuggled underneath the covers, asleep. Snatching the
sheet from her body, Herschel stared at her.

Quickly rising from the pillow, Nikki said, “Herschel, what’s wrong with you? I thought you had left.”

“Lay down,” Herschel insisted.

Placing his palms in the arch of her thighs, Herschel spread her labia. He scanned to see what he could find. He licked to
see what he could taste. Inserting his middle finger, he desperately probed to see what he could feel. Something had to feel
different inside his wife. He had proof in the other bathroom that another man had made love to his wife, but her pussy was
covering for her.

“What the hell are you doing, digging in my pussy like you’re crazy? What the hell has gotten into you?” Nikki asked, scooting
toward the headboard.

Herschel gripped her hips, pulling her toward him. “Shut up,” he insisted.

Extending his tongue, he licked her clit. Sliding back the hood with his upper teeth, he sucked his wife’s juices, instantly
making her cum in his mouth. He knew exactly how to please Nikki. Easing his middle finger into her vagina, he pressed upward
against the spongy tissue area, making her come harder and longer. He could continue teasing her G-spot and make her squirt
her savory juices all over his face, neck, and chest—but not today.

Easing on top of Nikki missionary-style, Herschel kissed his wife before penetrating her, wondering if the other man pleased
her more. Fuck that. Nikki was
his
wife, and if anybody was going to satisfy her best, it was going to be him.

Swaying his hips until his dick found her hole, he splattered wet kisses all over her shifting face, saying, “Baby, I love
you. Don’t you love me?”

Nikki’s hands braced his chest, then pushed. She turned her head to the side and opened her mouth. Before she’d spoken a word,
Herschel thrust his dick deeper. “Do you love him more? Is that why you’re pushing me away?” he asked, leaning his face to
the side to look into her eyes. Eyes that once saw him as a man.

Tears? Tears streaming down her face?
He should be the one crying.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” Herschel apologized. “Talk to me.” He wanted an explanation and confession for what he’d discovered in
the nursery bathroom. “Why are you crying?”

“Herschel,” Nikki whimpered, “you’re a good man. And I do love you, but—”

“Sshhh, no ‘buts.’ Not today,” he said, kissing her lips.

Deliberately he rotated his ass, grinding deep and slow into Nikki’s pussy. She looped her hands under his armpits, gripping
his shoulder blades, pulling him into her body. The warmth of her breath, the silkiness of her body beneath his, the tightness
of his pussy, reminded him of the first time they’d made love. Continuing his slow grind until his wife released her fluids
to him satisfied Herschel for the moment.

“Oh, baby. Don’t stop. Hold my dick right there. Right there,” she whispered, making him throb inside her.

He couldn’t impregnate his wife. According to the pregnancy test that was in the nursery, Nikki was already pregnant with
some other man’s baby. Herschel was determined to find out who he was.

Kissing Nikki on the lips, he eased off her, covered her body with the sheet, showered, stepped into his shorts and T-shirt,
then headed to Ivory’s. Herschel used his key to unlock the front door.

Ivory was a late-morning riser. He tiptoed into their bedroom. She was sleeping. His lips descended toward her, kissing her
gently.

“Huh, what? Oh, hey. I didn’t hear you come in,” she said.

Herschel removed his shorts, then his shirt, lifted the cover and lay next to Ivory.

Her lips and hips covered his as she straddled on top of him. “Good morning. I’m so happy to see you,” she said, rubbing her
shaft against his shaft.

Anthony was right. Herschel needed to choose a side and stop teetering. Today he’d make his decision.

“Do you love me?” he asked Ivory.

“Yes, of course I do,” she said, easing his dick inside her. “You know I love you.”

“How much?” he asked.

“This much,” she said, squashing her pussy against his balls, grinding in slow, circular motions.

Ivory felt better than Nikki, but he loved Nikki more than he loved Ivory. Maybe he loved Nikki more because she rejected
him more, making him feel like a little boy on the inside, instead of feeling like a man when he was with Ivory.

“Kiss me,” Herschel said, pulling Ivory’s breast atop his chest.

He held her hips pushing her onto his dick. Each time she rose up, he pushed her down, making her clit feel the abrasion of
his pubic hairs. Her mouth opened wider. Her tongue dug deeper into his mouth.

“Um, um,” she muffled as he suctioned her tongue.

Her body began trembling. He gyrated faster, kissing her back. Ivory grabbed his ears and started wiggling her pussy. He firmly
held her hips against his dick, determined to make her come for him. Her wiggles became tiny shifts, side to side, until her
body collapsed on top of his.

“Well, good morning to you too,” she said, smiling.

“Ivory,” Herschel said, staring into her beautiful brown eyes.

Her forehead wrinkled. He gently brushed his thumb between her eyebrows as she asked, “Yes?”