Single Husbands

by HoneyB

  Nikki smiled, then said, “Come with me,” leading him to the water. “Stand behind me.” Easing her pink dress over her hips, she said, “Make love to me. Stick it in. I want to feel you make love to me like I’m your wife.”

  Instantly the tone of Nikki’s beckoning voice made his dick hard. Glancing around, Lexington wasn’t worried about the tourists. He feared Donna might jump out of a bush or come sailing out of a tree.

  Glad Nikki had asked, Lexington stroked his enlarged dickhead over the opening of her pussy. The humidity clung to his sweaty body. His head gradually penetrated Nikki’s hot, juicy, tight pussy. He figured the head wrap meant she’d been fucked already. He was wrong. Taking his time, he inched his shaft inside her.

  Lexington kissed the back of Nikki’s neck, while caressing her breasts. She shivered, then moaned, “Yes, baby. Don’t ever stop loving me. One day, we will be together, baby. I will always love you.”

  Was there a reason why he should stop loving Nikki? None he could think of. “Nothing could make me stop loving you,” he reassured her. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

  “I will, baby. I promise. Stroke my clit for me,” Nikki moaned, thrusting her ass toward him.

  “Ou, yeah. Your clit is fat and wet. Damn, I need to taste you, Nikki. Turn around.”

  Facing him, Nikki spread her legs. Lexington knelt in front of her, grazing his tongue between her lips. Slowly he sucked her clit into his mouth. The sweet aroma of her pussy overpowered the stench of the muddy Mississippi River waters. Her dress fell to his face, forming a tent over his nose. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her in closer.

  “Yes, baby,” Nikki moaned, tilting her head backward.

  Yes, what? She’d marry him? She was coming? What?

  Lexington sucked in as much of her shaft as he could, held her precious pearl in his mouth, then danced his tongue on her clit. Alternating, he scrubbed his taste buds on her clit creating friction, sucked her nice and firm, then slowly danced the tip of his tongue on her clit until Nikki’s juices flowed in his mouth. He wanted to penetrate her with his middle finger, but he hadn’t washed his hands since he’d landed. In her best interest, he resisted.

  “Fuck… you,” Nikki grunted, stuffing her pussy in his mouth.

  “That’s my girl. Let it go,” Lexington said. He patiently waited until Nikki was completely satisfied and she was the one backing away first.

  “You should taste what I’m tasting. Your pussy is incredibly sweet all the damn time.” Lexington stood, straightened her thong, smoothed her dress over her hips, and French-kissed Nikki, soft and long. The residue from the humidity made his body feel clammy.

  Lexington said, “I’m hungry for some hot powder-covered beignets.”

  “Me too,” Nikki agreed.

  Continuing their stroll a short distance to underneath the green awning, Lexington pulled out one of the rod-iron chairs for Nikki, then sat beside her. “Two café au laits and two orders of beignets,” he said to the server.

  He wrapped his arm around Nikki’s shoulders. “You are so beautiful. Every day for us should be this good. I want you to be mine.”

  “I’m not so sure I want to rush into getting married again after I divorce Herschel. You’re not a woman, so you could never see things my way, but as wonderful as you are to me, men are selfish. For no rational reasons, men expect women to submit and accommodate them. Honestly, I think we would clash as wife and husband.”

  “Don’t you mean husband and wife?” Lexington countered.

  “My point exactly,” Nikki said, looking up at a young man standing in front of their table. She whispered, “Well, I’ll be damned.”

  “Hello,” he said. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to be rude, but I had to come over and speak. Hi, Dad.”

  Nikki stared at Lexington.

  Whoa, of all the times and places he could run into his son, why now? “Hey, son. How’s your mom?” Lexington said, not knowing what else to honestly say.

  “She’s good. We get your checks every month. Thanks,” his son said, dragging a chair to their table.

  Shifting his eyes toward Nikki, Lexington didn’t want his son to stay. There went getting a yes to his proposal.

  “So, is this what you wanted to tell me? I can look at him and tell he’s yours, but when were you going to tell me?” Nikki asked, pretending she was calm. “How old are you, sweetheart?” Nikki asked him.

  “Eighteen, ma’am,” he politely answered.

  “Eighteen?” she repeated, looking at Lexington. “High-school graduation present? If you can keep something this major from me, God only knows what other secrets you have. How could you do this?” Nikki asked, looking back toward his son. “What’s your name?”

  Damn, was she going to crash interview his son on the spot like that?

  “My apologies. I should’ve introduced myself. My name is Lexington Lewis the second.”

  Nikki frowned. “The what?” Raising her brows, Nikki extended her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Lexington the second. I’m Nikki Henderson. Who’s your mother—?”

  “Son, don’t answer that,” Lexington interrupted.

  “Dad, I apologize. I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I was so happy to see you. Mom said you told her you can’t make it to my graduation next week. I just wanted you to know I’m valedictorian and I earned a full scholarship to play football at USC.” Tears fell from his son’s eyes. “Dad, please. Can’t you do this one thing for me? I know you’re done with my mom, but what did I do to you? I’m your son. I need you in my life.”

  With tears streaming down her cheeks, mucus sliding out of her nostrils, Nikki stood, wiped her face with a napkin, then sadly said, “Nice meeting you, Lexington. Good-bye,” then quietly walked away.

  Her good-bye seemed intended for both of them.

  CHAPTER 16

  Nikki

  Just when you think you know a man, God shows you that you don’t know him at all. Nikki took Lexington’s suitcase down to the concierge for him to pick up, went back to her room, and texted him, Why?

  He had the audacity to ask her to marry him, and although she hadn’t given him an answer, she was seriously considering saying, “Yes, Lexington. I will marry you.” That was before she learned about his son.

  Shit. She was better off keeping the dysfunctional husband she had. At least she knew about Herschel’s son. Suddenly Nikki cried out loud, “I might be carrying Lexington’s baby! Oh, hell no! This child will never see the light of day.” She angrily paced the floor. “No way in hell would I have my child begging for his father to be man enough to show up at his or her high-school graduation.”

  Nikki yelled at her reflection in the mirror, “Fuck you, Lexington! You will never taste my pussy again! Pick your fucking suitcase up downstairs!”

  Two seconds later, Lexington called her. Nikki refused to answer.

  Her phone beeped with a message. Nikki, please. I need to explain. It wasn’t my fault. I do support him. Didn’t you hear him say his mother gets their check? Lexington texted.

  Him? He has your fucking name! He’s your damn son!

  I’m sitting downstairs. I came to New Orleans just to see you. Please come down and get me and I promise I’ll tell you anything you want to know.

  Marching back and forth in her suite, Nikki was confused. What if Lexington did have a justifiable reason? Even if he didn’t, she deserved an explanation. Who was his son’s mother? Did she know the woman? Did they go to high school together?

  He texted again, I am going to his graduation.

  Don’t try to impress me. What’s up with the word “his”? You act like he’s somebody else’s child that you’re sponsoring, Nikki fired back, wishing that were the case, but the child was a younger replica of Lexington and even had locks down his back.

  You’re right. That’s why I need you in my life. You tell me exactly what I need to hear. Baby, please. Come get me. The doormen are staring at me.

  Fine, Nikki
texted back. But only if you tell me everything and I mean everything. This might be her last opportunity to search Lexington’s eyes, and his heart, for the truth.

  I promise, he replied.

  Nikki texted, Meet me at the elevators.

  Nikki reluctantly met Lexington downstairs, then escorted him to her suite. “Leave your bag in the foyer. You might not be here that long. Let’s sit in the living room,” she demanded.

  “Whatever you say,” Lexington agreed.

  Damn those twins. Crossing her arms underneath her aching nipples, Nikki flatly said, “I’m listening.”

  “Don’t get upset, but I have three kids outside my marriage. I was young, dumb, and full of cum. But I’ve always provided for each of my kids and their mothers. I bought them houses and cars. I pay their bills every month.”

  Nikki’s lips tightened. “Three? So you have five kids?”

  “I have five well-provided-for kids. And if you’re having my baby, I’m going to be there for you, every step of our pregnancy.”

  “When did you have these kids? Why didn’t I know about them? Who are the mothers? It’d better not be somebody I know. As much as I want a child, there’s no way in hell I’d have a baby for you.”

  Lexington held her hand, then said, “Don’t say that, Nikki. We’ve been together practically all our lives. We belong together. You don’t think I ask every woman to marry me, do you?”

  Nikki stood, tugged her dress over her head, stepped out of her thong, then said, “Shut up and fuck me.”

  Lexington’s mouth opened.

  “Close your damn mouth. I said, ‘Shut up and fuck me.’ Don’t say another word.”

  Nikki decided she would utilize Lexington for what he was worth. A good fuck.

  Walking through the double doors into the bedroom, Nikki said, “Lay your ass down.”

  Straddling Lexington, she snatched his dick, plunged it inside her wet pussy, and started bucking him raw. “Is this what you want? Pussy motherfucker,” she said, slamming her pussy on his big dick. “Then that’s what the fuck I’ma give you. This is my dick!” Nikki yelled. “Say it, motherfucker. Whose dick is this?”

  “N-Nikki’s,” Lexington stuttered as his body flopped against the mattress like an inflatable doll.

  “I can’t fucking hear you. Say it louder.”

  “Nikki, please. What are you doing? I’m not Herschel. Stop it, baby, please.”

  “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” Nikki said, grinding on Lexington’s dick. “Don’t tell me what the fuck to do. I’m running this bitch tonight.”

  Nikki showed no mercy. She was angry with him. How dare Lexington not tell her about all his fucking babies? “Stroke my clit, goddamn it.”

  His finger bounced on and off her shaft, attempting to keep pace with her frantic rhythm.

  “That’s not it, motherfucker. I said stroke my clit, not my lips,” Nikki insisted.

  This time, he found her spot and held his hand there.

  “Don’t fucking move. I’m coming. Oh, yeah. That’s it, you lying-ass bitch,” Nikki said.

  Conceding, Lexington flopped his hand to the bed.

  Nikki got off him, stared down, then said, “Get the fuck outta my room.”

  His eyes drooped, but she didn’t care. He was the one who didn’t care enough about her to tell her the truth. Whoever his son’s mother was, she’d obviously done an incredible job without Lexington. The same as Donna had done with his daughters.

  Shaking her head, Nikki could only ask him, “Why?”

  Lexington didn’t respond. He stood, turning his back to her. Nikki stared at the striped bloodstains on the sheet, then at his back. Oh, my God. Who did that to you?

  Pulling up his pants, Lexington walked toward the living room. Nikki stared at his back, ran into the bathroom, leaned over the toilet, and started throwing up. One minute later, she heard Click.

  The door had closed, Lexington was gone—probably for good—and in that moment, she prayed she wasn’t pregnant with his child.

  CHAPTER 17

  Brian

  Will golf for group sex.

  Hanging out with his boys was going to get wild and crazy. Brian welcomed a change of pace—an explosion of testosterone among men in the same house for two consecutive days without their wives. Yes, indeed. Maybe Brian could confess the weird shit that had happened to him with Zahra and Carmelita and get some feedback from his boys Lexington and Herschel.

  Brian packed his suitcase: golfer’s hats, shoes, polo shirts, socks, underwear, and swim trunks. His underwear and swim trunks were sexy and new, so he stuffed them at the bottom of his suitcase. He placed his designer golf clubs at the door for the driver to put in the car. He zipped up his suitcase, stood it on the four wheels, and placed it at the door.

  “Brian, you seem awfully happy.”

  Oh, shit. He was trying to get out of the house before Michelle’s mother showed up to pick up the kids. “Hey, you’re looking good,” Brian said, kissing her cheek.

  “Not nearly as good as you. Where’s Michelle?” she asked, perusing his luggage like she was a TSA employee.

  “You want to see my passport too?” he asked.

  “That won’t be necessary. I’ve got your number,” she said. “Go get my grandbabies for me.”

  What did she mean by that? Gladly, he thought, trotting upstairs. “Michelle, your mother is here,” Brian yelled from the top of the stairs. “Let’s go, kids. Grandma is here.”

  “I don’t want to go with her. I want to go by Grandma and Grandpa Flaw,” BJ protested.

  “Next week, I promise,” Brian said. “Now get your overnight bags.”

  “Daddy, why is it called an overnight bag if we’re staying two nights?” his daughter asked, emphasizing the s.

  “Good question. Ask your mother,” he said, ushering them along.

  Kissing his wife, Brian said, “Baby, I’ll call you as soon as my plane lands in Atlanta. Take good care of your sister, BJ. And you, young lady, make sure you listen to your big brother.” Looking at Michelle’s mom, Brian said, “If you need anything—”

  She interrupted, “I’ll call my happily married daughter.”

  “Mother, stop it. Why do you give my husband such a hard time? I love my Brian,” Michelle said. “Have fun, baby, you deserve it.”

  “Thanks, honey,” Brian said, kissing his wife. “Good-bye. I love you too, baby.”

  Hurrying out the door, settling in the backseat of the limo, Brian’s driver stopped by Herschel’s mansion. Herschel was standing in the doorway, waiting. The driver loaded his bags in the car. They made one final stop in front of Lexington’s place. Donna was in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

  “Why you think she wears those hideous slippers?” Herschel asked.

  “Better his wife than mine,” Brian said. “I’d throw those things out.”

  “I’m sure he’d rather throw her out,” Herschel said. “That’s my boy. Hell, sometimes I want to put Nikki out.”

  “Nigga, you don’t make enough to put Nikki out. What you mean is sometimes you want to pack your shit and get out, because your ass always gets left out. Damn, Nikki invites us to more events than she tells you about. You fucked up when you proposed. She hasn’t invited you to a taping of her show since she married your ass,” Brian said.

  “Whatever. Until she grows a dick, I’m the man in my house,” Herschel countered.

  “You right. In, not of,” Brian said.

  “Chill with all that, B. The minute Lexington gets in this car, no more mentioning of our wives,” Herschel reminded him.

  “I might have to break the rules, man,” Brian said.

  “Not you, Mr. Get Smart. Do I detect trouble in power couple paradise?”

  “Never that,” Brian said.

  Tap. Tap.

  “What the hell?” Herschel said, looking out the window.

  Lexington was stooping outside the limousine door. “Open the door, man.”
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br />   Brian opened the door and Lexington crawled in. “Nigga, this gives ‘creeping’ a whole new meaning.”

  “Close the door and drive off,” Lexington said.

  “Fuck you, Lexington! You sneaky bastard,” Donna yelled, running toward the car.

  “Let’s go,” Brian instructed the driver.

  Lexington sat in the seat across from them. Brian and Herschel burst out laughing.

  “I told you what you need to do, man,” Brian said, laughing.

  “That shit ain’t funny, man. Donna has lost her damn mind. Stop by my office so I can get my luggage,” Lexington said, pouring himself a drink.

  “Pour one for everybody, man, so we can toast,” Herschel said.

  Lexington handed Brian and Herschel each a glass half-filled with silver tequila.

  Brian announced, “A toast… to single husbands.”

  “I’ll toast to that,” Herschel said.

  “For sho’,” Lexington agreed.

  “And I’m drinking to y’all because I’m very merrily married and in love,” Brian added.

  “Yeah, but what about Michelle? I bet you’re so busy, you wouldn’t notice she’s fucking around too,” Lexington said.

  “Don’t go there, Peter Cottontail,” Brian said, bending his wrists like the ears on Donna’s slippers. “Sorry about that shit, man. No more talk about our wives for real.”

  A knot formed in Brian’s intestines. He hated the thought of any man penetrating his wife. Lexington had better not be dropping hints that he fucked Michelle. This weekend was supposed to be fun, so Brian opted for a double shot of tequila to wash away any negativity brewing in his mind.

  Two drinks later, they checked in at First Class at the ticketing counter, retrieved their boarding passes, cleared security, and headed straight to the bar… for more alcohol.

  “Let me have a Loose Goose, with pineapple and a splash of coconut rum,” Brian said, chilling at the bar with the intent of getting his heads bad before they arrived in “Hotlanta.”

  Quietly Brian sipped on his nice, cold martini, watching the fine Puerto Rican women stroll by. “That’s what’s up right there,” he said.