by HoneyB
“Um-um, yes,” Nikki moaned, then said, “Baby, you wanna taste my pussy?”
“Fuck yes. I want you to sit your sweet pearl on my face,” Lexington said, opening his mouth. He inhaled, picturing Nikki squatting above his mouth when they were at the sex club. Lexington could never take Donna to a sex club.
“Squeeze your dickhead until the precum oozes to the tip; then I want you to rub it on my watering mouth,” Nikki moaned. “I wanna taste my dick. Then I want you to push me against the rail of your yacht and fuck this pussy—nice, deep, and slow—until I cream all over your big-ass dick, baby.”
Sweat beaded all over his glistening body. Releasing his dick, which stood at attention, Lexington tied his locks into a bundle, then stroked his shaft.
“Damn, baby. Hold on tight. You making my dick drip cum. It’s rolling down my shaft. I need to let go, baby. Is it okay if I blast off deep inside your wet, hot pussy?” Lexington asked, closing his eyes.
Stroking his shaft felt so good. He pressed his finger alongside the frenulum, about one inch below his head. Just like the left side of Nikki’s pussy, between her labia and her shaft, was one of her favorite hot spots, massaging that same left area on the underside of his dick made him come quicker.
“Come with me, baby. Come all over my pussy. Fuck me, Lexington. Fuck this pussy. Lexington. Lexington,” Nikki moaned.
He loved the way she called his name.
“Lexington! You hear me calling you!”
Opening his eyes, he saw Donna standing on their dock watching him. Fuck! Marinating in his moment with Nikki, he had allowed the damn boat to drift back home. Lexington dropped his phone on the foredeck, then hurried to the helm. By the time he revved up the engine, Donna leapt onto the back of the yacht with a high jump that would’ve earned her a gold medal. She did a fireman’s tuck and roll when he started the engine. Wrestling him at the helm, she turned off the motor.
“You got your naked ass out here stroking your dick for who? That bitch Nikki.”
So now Nikki was a bitch again. Why? Because Nikki knew how to treat him and his wife didn’t.
Slap! Slap! Angrily Donna hit him repeatedly on his back. His dick hung low, praying she’d leave him alone. What was Donna proving? Would her physically hurting him make him want her more?
Slap! His hand landed across Donna’s cheek.
“Ahhh! Are you crazy? Why did you hit me?” she screamed, stumbling toward the floor. Donna picked up his phone and hurled it into the bay.
Lexington quietly stepped off the yacht, went inside, put on his blue linen slacks, buttoned up his shirt, stepped into his blue sandals, then swaggered straight to the guard shack at the entrance of The Island.
“Man, let me call my driver,” Lexington said.
The security guard handed him the cordless phone without asking questions. Donna was crazy, but she had sense enough not to act a fool in front of security. The last time she’d followed him, security called the police on her.
In ten minutes, Lexington was en route to his office, then Miami International Airport for a late-night flight to New Orleans to lay his head in the arms of the one woman, other than his mother, who loved him unconditionally.
CHAPTER 12
Nikki
Draped in a vibrant tangerine strapless dress that barely covered her curvaceous hips, Nikki motioned for the bartender at Drago’s, then ordered a French martini—vodka, Chambord raspberry liqueur, pineapple juice, and sweet-and-sour mix.
Ruminating on her conversation with Lexington, listening to him complain about Donna on his driver’s cell phone while in transit to his office, Nikki knew it was time for her to have a more in-depth discussion with Lexington about his marriage. Everything bad in his marriage wasn’t Donna’s fault. Nikki had heard Donna scream in the background, right before a splash, then silence; Lexington verified his wife had intentionally disposed of his phone, hurling it into the bay. The slapping Nikki had heard made her wonder if Lexington was beating Donna. Nikki hoped not. An abusive man did not discriminate. If Lexington abused Donna, he’d eventually abuse her too.
“Compliments of the gentlemen seated at the high table by the window,” the bartender said, setting two drinks on the counter in front of her.
New Orleans was one of the few cities Nikki visited where she could legally order alcohol twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Restaurants, like the one Donna used to own, operated like the po-boy shop We Never Close. No curfews on clubs closing or people partying. Why did the people in and of New Orleans drink all day and all night? Perhaps they wanted to forget the city’s history.
True to her nickname, “the City that Care Forgot” was home to the largest slave trade. Raped from the Motherland, Negro, colored, black, African-American women were repeatedly raped of their womanhood; their men were taken, and their children were stripped away from their breasts the second the umbilical cord was severed. So were the family ties. Black men cared more about the economic depression than the black woman’s postslavery depression… Society too.
Human cargo auctioned off to pass into repass, never to see their families again. Birthing from her belly jazz, blues, and to-die-for food—some say cuisine—the millions of spirits in New Orleans, Vieux Carré could cast a spell on any and all souls venturing or dwelling within her city limits, influencing them to generously consume alcohol, festively communicate with the unknown, and openly have sex with strangers they may not meet again in hopes of forgetting her pain and her disdain from the slave trades to the raised graves above sea level where blacks were buried with forcible separation from families. Memories of what whites celebrated lingered, so that subconsciously even when blacks were together, they never had a healthy union as husband and wives. The Motherland allowed an African man to be a man and support as many wives as he could, but the black man has never claimed his place as an African. He lives as an American. Whatever that is.
Nikki kept her eyes on the front door of her favorite seafood restaurant, eagerly awaiting her girlfriend. In a couple of hours, Nikki and her girlfriend were going to The Lounge. If her girlfriend approved, the twin guys who’d bought Nikki’s drinks would be invited to join them for an unforgettable night of dining and fucking.
Crisscrossing her long legs at the knees, Nikki leaned back, holding both of her martinis in the air, smiled at the two guys, then mouthed, “Thanks, gentlemen.” Stroking a man’s ego made stroking his dick easier, especially if Nikki liked him . . . them.
“Hey, lady!” her girlfriend said, sashaying toward her with open arms.
Venus strutted in, modeling a red-yellow-and-green dress with a plunging neckline that exposed her diamond saint’s symbol navel ring, a green head wrap to keep strangers at the sex club from touching what New Orleanians called “good hair,” and red “come fuck me” stilettos. Her emerald contacts looked amazingly natural.
Rocking side to side, Nikki hugged Venus long and tight, then said, “Hey, back at you, Miss Diva.”
“You look good enough to eat, Mama,” Venus said, play-kissing Nikki’s lips, careful not to ruin either of their lip gloss.
The bartender interrupted. “Excuse me, ladies. The gentlemen over there would like to buy both of you as many drinks as you’d like.”
Nikki finished her first French martini, then said to the bartender, “I’m good. I still have one to sip on,” then asked Venus, “What are you drinking tonight?”
Venus told the bartender, “I’ll have two real dirty martinis and all of her drinks.”
“You are scandalous,” Nikki said.
“You’re the one who’s been gone too long from home. You know we do not turn down or toss out alcohol,” Venus said.
“You down for inviting the guys who bought the drinks to hang?” Nikki asked.
“The twins?” Venus said, smiling, then answered Nikki’s nod, “Without a doubt. If they pick up the dinner tab, they get invited to eat our pussies for dessert. If they don’t, we leave their asses right
here.”
“But of course,” Nikki said, thinking about Lexington. He’d be in her bed at some point before sunrise. Maybe she’d let the twins prep her pussy for Lexington.
Sometimes it was better for a woman not to tell a man too much. Lexington’s invitation to his spot was new to her, but Nikki had frequented sex clubs since her twenty-first birthday, when she was legally old enough to purchase memberships. Lexington had no idea then, and she sure as hell wasn’t telling him now. Lexington was strong, sexy, and successful, but his ego was marked Fragile, handle with care.
Nikki walked over to the gentlemen’s table, then extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Nefertiti and that’s my girl, Emerald. Would you gentlemen like to join us? We’re being seated at a table for dinner.” Their wide smiles were good indicators, but Nikki waited for a verbal response.
“Of course, we’d love to,” they replied in unison, then paused before one continued, “I’m Vinson and that’s my brother.” Nikki held her breath until he said, “Victor”; then she exhaled.
She was glad he didn’t say something rhyming, like Crimson. “Let’s go,” Nikki said, leading the way.
Nikki approached Venus, winked, then said, “Emerald, this is Victor and Vinson.”
“Hello, Emerald,” they greeted in unison.
Responding at the same time could prove beneficial later—if they had big dicks, Nikki thought, ordering two dozen of Drago’s famous charbroiled oysters on the half shell.
“Do we need so many oysters?” Victor asked.
Venus answered, “If you’re hanging with us, yes. If not, no.”
“Where?” they asked.
“Y’all have to stop doing that,” Nikki said. “It’s a late-night club nearby. Walking distance.”
Their smiles were wider than before. Victor said, “That’s why we’re in ‘the Big Easy’, to party all night.”
Three dozen oysters and eight drinks later, Victor and Vinson debated over which one of them was paying the bill. “I’ve got it,” Victor said, picking up the tab.
“No, I’ve got it,” Vinson insisted, placing his credit card in Victor’s hand.
“I’ve got the perfect high going, and I don’t have all night. Split the bill and let’s go,” Nikki said, following Venus out of the restaurant.
Victor and Vinson caught up with them near Harrah’s casino. Every night at the sex club where they were headed, ladies were admitted free. If the guys were going to the club without them, Victor and Vinson would have to pay $90 each; with them, they’d pay $50 each; if it was Saturday, they couldn’t get in at all unless a woman accompanied them. Ladies ruled at sex clubs. A short walk down Gravier and a half block past Carondelet Street and they were at their destination.
Nikki showed her ID, then waited for Vinson to pay for all of them. They’d consumed enough alcohol at the restaurant and didn’t need to bring their own bottles of liquor. Venus bypassed the bars and led the guys straight to the lounge area. The guys’ eyes widened, their chins hung toward their chests.
Vinson said, “Damn, we’ve been to New Orleans several times, but we had no idea y’all party like this.”
“Are you serious? Then obviously you don’t know the history,” Nikki said, pressing her lips against Vinson’s mouth. She placed his hand on her breasts, massaged his dick through his pants, then said, “Touch my pussy.”
Placing Vinson’s hand between her legs, Nikki eyed Victor and Venus.
Venus’s ass wiggled in front of Victor’s face. Nikki bent over in front of her girlfriend. Venus proceeded to spread Nikki’s ass and lick her pussy, saying, “I knew you looked sweet enough to eat. I’ve got to get closer to this praline pussy. Lay down,” Venus said.
Nikki removed Vinson’s pants, stretched her body across the armless chaise, then motioned for Vinson to straddle her face. Lubing her hand with saliva, Nikki stroked Vinson’s dick, twisting her hand up and down his shaft.
She felt Venus’s warm mouth gently sucking her pussy. “Damn, that’s what I needed. Female and male energy at the same time.” Nikki was moaning, tilting her hips toward Venus.
“Fuck me slow and deep,” Venus instructed Victor, handing him a condom.
“Damn, y’all come prepared,” Victor said, eagerly tearing open the packet. He knelt behind Venus, rubbed his dick over her opening, eased inside, then humped her doggie-style.
Venus found Nikki’s pearl; like she was delicately shucking an oyster, she parted the muscle in the middle and sucked the jewel right from its hiding place. The tip of Venus’s tongue slid around Nikki’s pearl. Vinson teased Nikki’s nipples, while Victor massaged her ass, holding her in place for Venus.
Nikki’s juices trickled into Venus’s mouth.
Vinson said, “I want to watch this.”
“Not yet,” Venus said, massaging his ass.
Nikki stroked Vinson’s dick, slower and stronger. They knew what was about to happen to Vinson, but he had no idea his unofficial prostate exam and orgasm were seconds away. Venus slipped her finger in his asshole. Closing her eyes, Nikki massaged him harder.
Vinson trembled like a leaf. His knees got weak. His thick cum squirted above Nikki’s head, right before his body collapsed on the edge of the chaise.
“Damn” was all he said as he stared at the couples on the bed across from him.
Maybe the twins weren’t connected. Victor proceeded to dig his dick deeper into Venus’s pussy. “This is fucking stupendous,” he said. “My brother, man, you can’t hang. You looked pussy-whupped.”
Victor had no idea what was about to clench him.
“Aw, shit!” Victor yelled.
Everyone in the room applauded. Venus, nicknamed “Venus Flytrap” at the sex clubs, had trapped Victor’s dick with her pussy and she wasn’t letting go until she’d drained him of every seed her pussy walls could muster out of his nuts.
Nikki was sure Venus’s mother named her after the Roman goddess of love and hadn’t thought about her daughter perfecting a pussy technique that made men instantly fall in love with her.
“That’s what you get,” Vinson said, trying to get up.
“I have no complaints, my brother. None,” Victor said. “Emerald, you can keep my dick in your pussy as long, and as often, as you’d like.”
Venus’s muscles ejected his dick out of her pussy.
“Damn, I didn’t mean for you to spit him out right now,” Victor said, shaking his head.
“I need to get closer to my girl’s pussy. Vinson, I want you to kiss and caress Nefertiti’s right breast, and, Victor, you do the same with her left breast. Don’t start sucking her nipples until I tell you. I want you to start off sucking her nipples soft, then gradually add pressure, and don’t stop until she comes in my mouth.”
“Damn, Emerald. What are you? Some sort of professional genitalia therapist for the clit and the dick?” Victor asked.
“Get on your job, Victor,” Venus commanded, going down on Nikki.
Nikki closed her eyes, focusing more on Venus gently sucking her shaft than on the twins kissing her breasts. Mirroring her intimate relationship with Lexington, Nikki loved Venus. They were friends in junior high school and lovers since high school. Nikki and Venus didn’t see a stigma of two women being in love with one another and being friends. They enjoyed being in each other’s company.
Nikki’s entire body trembled with pleasure as she relaxed and enjoyed Vinson and Victor trying to watch Venus as they sucked her titties.
Venus whispered, “Now.”
The twins were in sync with her twins, as if they’d done this before with a woman, but Nikki doubted it. Their palms circled her breasts like they were holding a bottle. Sucking in unison, they followed instructions well, applying lots of pressure to her nipples.
Nikki’s body was on fire. Venus slipped her finger inside Nikki’s pussy and began stroking her G-spot while isolating her clit in her mouth. The flickers of Venus’s tongue and finger, coupled with the firm suction of Vinson and Victor
on her breasts, caused Nikki to scream the loudest “Yes!” imaginable, like a spirit had escaped her body, stealing away her last breath.
Panting heavily, Nikki sat up. Her eyes fixated on Venus. Neither of them said a word. If Nikki could openly have Venus as her female energy partner and Lexington as her alpha male, her love life would be perfect. But Lexington would be intimidated by the fact that Venus could eat Nikki’s pussy better. And Venus would have penis envy when she stared at Lexington’s big, beautiful dick, knowing her strap-on could never measure up. Nikki wouldn’t want to choose one over the other, so she’d keep sexing both of them.
Why shouldn’t a woman have her cake and eat them two?
CHAPTER 13
Brian
Man, I’ve never broken my wedding vows, nor have I been unfaithful during my marriage,” Brian said to Lexington as he sipped on a vodka and pineapple, with a splash of coconut rum, martini at a small, quaint hotel in downtown Chicago. Adjusting his Bluetooth, Brian listened to Lexington complain about Donna, while Lexington waited to board a flight to New Orleans.
Being on the road all the time made Brian feel lonely at times. Now his occasional loneliness was exacerbated by his guilt for having fucked the wrong woman. It was a guilt he’d have to suppress a little longer. Brian wasn’t ready to confide in his father. Tabling discussing his personal situation with his dad, Brian concluded “why bother?” Maybe if he ignored Zahra, she’d forget about him. Brian feared if he had said the wrong thing and pissed off his dad, his mother might get upset too. Brian loved his mother too much to disappoint her.
Talking with his wife every day. Checking in with his parents to make sure the kids were okay. Hearing his kids tell him how much they wished he could stay home more often. Those were the things that created voids in his life when he wasn’t home with them. Brian couldn’t have gotten a better wife, better kids, or a better life—unless he’d written the script.