Single Husbands

by HoneyB

Beckoning for her other Queens to join her, she squatted to the floor, spread her thighs, stroked her pussy, then started licking his balls. Motioning with her free hand, she curled her finger at the guy across the room. He scurried over, damn near slipping on the hardwood dance floor.

  “Lay your ass down underneath me and eat my pussy while I teabag these casaba nuts,” she said.

  That motherfucker slid under her pussy like he was a fucking mechanic and started eating her pussy like he was trying to unplug a serious leak.

  Holding Lexington’s dick away from her mouth, she stared down at the guy eating her pussy, then said, “I am not a bitch. Stop licking my pussy like you’re a dog. Switch that shit up. Suck. Lick. Flick. Now kiss. That’s better. Keep that rotation going.” The Queen resumed sucking Lexington’s dick.

  I sure hope that dude don’t fuck it up for everybody, Lexington thought.

  The other Queen extended her long lizard tongue, flicked it up and down from Lexington’s nipples, his armpit, then down to his ass. He felt her hot tongue penetrating his butt cheeks; then she stood, grinding her pussy on his ass. Motioning for a guy standing on the sideline, she told him, “Come fuck this good pussy, you dirty-ass bastard, before I beat your naughty ass.”

  He already had his swollen dick in his hand before he stepped onto the dance floor. “Yes, my queen,” he said, putting on a condom before standing behind her.

  “Get your slow, inexperienced ass back over there and wait until I call you again. I may call you in two minutes or two years, but when a Queen calls you to service her pussy, motherfucker, you come correct or your ass won’t come at all,” she said, beckoning for his replacement.

  The third Queen joined them, suctioning Lexington’s dick deep inside her mouth. When she scanned the room, Lexington wanted to laugh but couldn’t. Men were raising their hands like kindergarteners. She found her Puerto Rican man, then winked at him. He swiftly appeared as if Scotty had beamed his ass over to the Queen’s pussy throne.

  “Lick my pussy until it’s nice and wet; then I want you,” she whispered, “to fuck the shit out of me.”

  The man underneath the first Queen was flat on the floor. He slid his face between Lexington’s feet, far up enough for the first Queen to ride his dick like she was a jockey on a thoroughbred, coming in first place a head in front of the other two Queens.

  Closing his eyes, Lexington shook his head, hoping whenever he regained consciousness Nikki would have gotten up out of the chair she’d dragged onto the dance floor and was on her way home. Lexington had lied to Nikki. Herschel was never coming, nor had he ever stepped foot in the swingers club while Lexington was there. He had to say something to get Nikki to leave.

  Opening his eyes, he saw the chair on the dance floor was gone. Nikki was gone. Or so he thought, until he spotted her across the room bent over a table with some dude fucking her from behind. Lexington squinted, trying to see if the dude was fucking his woman in the ass. Damn, Nikki could take it like that?

  “On the count of three, ladies,” the first Queen announced, and Lexington, along with the other two guys, screamed like bitches.

  Lexington felt the cum being sucked out of his dick like it was a thick milkshake. He imagined the same shit was happening with the other guys, except the other two Queens used their pussies instead of their mouths. Shaking his head to erase the X-rated thought of helping ole boy please Nikki, Lexington was now willing to fuck Nikki in whatever hole wasn’t occupied.

  His dick hung limp in disagreement. His nuts were drained. Lexington walked away from the dance floor, bypassed the restrooms, and asked the locker room attendant, “Man, can you open up my locker for me?”

  Stroking on a few dabs of cologne, Lexington prayed by the time he made his way back to the front, Nikki would be gone. Fuck that, he wasn’t worrying about Nikki’s ass. He was not going to the front area. He wrapped a fresh towel around his waist and headed to the Freak-a-Zone in the back, where everything went down except dicks on dicks. Lexington was glad none of that gay activity was permitted. The one thing he never wanted to see or experience was a man fucking or sucking another man. A man who lusted after Lexington’s dick would get his ass kicked.

  Strolling thorough the Zone to see what else was happening, and which regulars had slipped in while he had his eyes closed on the dance floor, Lexington nodded his head at a few of the guys he knew.

  A guy he didn’t know, or hadn’t seen at the club before, said, “You my fucking hero, nigga! My dick would have paid big-time to trade places with you out on that dance floor. Goddamn!”

  “That’s what’s up,” Lexington said, bypassing him.

  All five of the beds in the Zone were packed with women and men sitting on the edge, getting their clits licked or dicks sucked. A few women were bent over the sides getting fucked doggie-style.

  Aw, damn, Lexington thought as he spotted the finest woman in the Zone sitting alone at the bar, checking out everyone else. What was up with her? Or what was wrong with her that she appeared comfortable being antisocial? Lexington welcomed the challenge to break her barrier and eat her pussy.

  She looked classy, sophisticated, and very much in control of her hormones. “For sure. That’s the one I’m fucking next,” Lexington mumbled. She was obviously new to the club environment, reminding him of his first swingers experience in Atlanta.

  Lexington preferred the swingers club in Atlanta over the one in Fort Lauderdale. When he went to the ATL, he’d travel throughout the community rooms, where beds were lined up under canopies draped with sheer linens flowing down each post, which reminded him of the beds at Nikki Beach. He’d stroll between the three Jacuzzis and the pool. The smell of chlorinated water gave him the feeling of sliding naked into the pool at Hedonism II in Negril.

  In another room, he could join in or watch or steal away into one of the eight private rooms. He could chill and play a few games of pool or sit at the bar and watch men leaning back on sofas with their hands clamped behind their heads while naked females with nice bodies and booties were lined up on coffee tables bobbing for lollicocks—as if the one who could make her man come first would win some sort of prize.

  Other than Nikki, he couldn’t say he cared about any of the females he’d fucked at sex clubs. Lexington envied his boy Brian and the way Brian adored Michelle. Why couldn’t Lexington feel the same way about Donna? It wasn’t that Brian hadn’t done shit on the side. Brian’s preference was to fuck every woman he could, but never fuck any of them more than once. As long as Nikki was alive, that “hit it, then quit” philosophy wouldn’t work for Lexington.

  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.

  CHAPTER 8

  Nikki

  Nikki, 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.”