by HoneyB
“Nikki,” he pleaded, then said, “I’ll do anything to make this right. Don’t leave me. You’re my best friend. Baby, please … teach me how to love.”
“Is that like teaching an old dog new tricks? You don’t even know how to leave when I tell you,” Nikki said, rolling over again.
“The girls are fine. I’ll leave in a moment. I need you, Nikki.”
Lexington kissed her from her lips to her clit. Tossing the sheet out of his way, Lexington spread Nikki’s thighs. He did know how to please her. Once her pussy was nice and wet, he eased on top of her, penetrating Nikki real slow so she felt all of his dick, her dick, sliding inside her.
His ass rolled, making a figure eight. Imagining her pussy was a baseball diamond, Lexington slid into first, pressing his dick into her left corner pocket. Then he hit third, stimulating her right corner pocket. Fucking Nikki fast, he pounded his dick into second base, nestling his head into the cul-de-sac of Nikki’s sweet pussy. Trying not to come, he faked a run for home plate, throbbing his head against her G-spot.
“Damn, when did you learn this shit,” Nikki moaned.
“I always have new game for pussy,” Lexington said, throwing a fast one into second.
“Yes,” Nikki moaned, begging, “let me get on top.”
“Hell no,” Lexington said, bracing his hands underneath her ass.
He hit first again, making her moan. Third made Nikki scream. Second made her lock her ankles around his waist, over his ass, pulling him in deeper. Lexington brought his dick into home plate. Holding his shaft, he jabbed his head into Nikki’s G-spot while his other hand worked her clit.
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” Nikki screamed, ejaculating all over his dick and balls.
Lexington ejaculated too. Right on her G-spot, then whispered, “We are going to be together. You’re not going anywhere.”
“You’re right, baby,” Nikki said. “I’m not going anywhere. You are. And I’m not having your baby. I’m having my baby. Lexington, thanks for making me good. That was a good one. But right now, I need for you to get out of my life—and stay out.”
CHAPTER 24
Brian
Ishould call the police on you!” the general manager shouted. “How dare you come to my establishment, with this, with this … ,” he ranted, gesturing toward the naked woman standing next to Brian in the men’s restroom.
“Sir, listen, I apologize. Your bartender served me way too many drinks. I should hold your company liable. You do not want to call the cops,” Brian stated authoritatively, trying to establish a position of power.
“You have one phone call and one hour to be off my premises, or, yes, I shall call the cops. I don’t care what you claim.” The general manager handed Brian his cell phone. “Hurry.”
“It’s your job and your job reputation you should be concerned about, not whether or not I have a case, because I know the law and so does my attorney,” Brian bluffed, taking the phone from the general manager.
One phone call was all Brian needed. Scratching his head, he thought, who was the best person to call? Definitely not Michelle. She’d probably tried to reach him several times by now. God only knew who had his phone and what they’d done with it. Staring down at the woman who’d sucked his dick, he wondered if he had been set up.
I’ma do like Tank said in his song Please Don’t Go. I’ma blame it on the alcohol, Brian thought.
“Hey,” the general manager said, snatching the phone out of Brian’s hand, giving it to the woman. “You’re taking too long. You, make your call right now,” he said, opening the restroom door.
A security guard stood by the door, with his arms folded over his chest.
Brian’s eyes narrowed, thinking, Fake-ass wannabe cop need to get a real job.
“Good,” the general manager said. “Stay right there. I may need you to call the police.”
The woman cried into the phone, “I need you to pick me up. I fell asleep on the beach and someone robbed me. I’m so sorry. Please bring me some clothes right away.” She was sobbing. “They stole my clothes, my purse, my phone… everything.” She cried louder, reciting the address of the hotel.
Damn, is it that fucking easy for females to get over? Brian thought. Michelle would’ve drilled him with ninety-nine questions.
“Last chance,” the general manager said, handing Brian the phone.
This time, Brian dialed a number. When she answered, he said, “Can you bring me some clothes and pick me up? I fell asleep on the beach and someone robbed me.”
“Brian, what? Are you okay?”
“Other than the fact that I’m alive and standing in the men’s restroom naked… no, I’m not okay,” he said, telling her the address. He was a grown-ass man and he was not going to cry like the woman had done.
Twenty minutes later, the security guard tapped on the door. The general manager opened the door. A tall, slender woman entered the restroom, smiling.
“Girl, here,” she said, laughing, handing the woman her clothes.
Brian stared at her, thinking, What is so damn funny? He’d thought the woman had called her husband. Women were scandalous!
“Thanks,” the woman said, quickly dressing. “I hope everything works out well for you, Mr. Flaw,” she said, leaving the restroom.
Oh, hell no! Brian opened the door, alarmed. His mother was outside holding a designer bag.
“Baby, what in the world!” she shouted.
“Damn. Sorry, Mom,” Brian said, taking the bag, closing the door.
Stepping into his sweatpants, then pulling his T-shirt over his head, Brian dressed in ten seconds, ran out of the restroom to the lobby in search of the woman he’d fucked last night—pissed that he was the one who’d been fucked.
She was gone.
Biting his bottom lip, almost drawing blood, Brian tried to figure out, Why me? What had he done to deserve the things that had happened to him?
“Son, what is going on?” his mother asked.
“I’m not sure yet, Mom,” he said, trying to answer her question for himself. “Just drop me off at home.”
“Well, let’s keep this between us. Whatever it is, it had better not be illegal, ’cause your father, grandfather, and all the Flaw men will disown you. Flaw men don’t post bail and—”
“I know, Ma, because Flaw men don’t go to jail. No, I didn’t do anything illegal,” Brian reassured his mother, thankful she wouldn’t tell his father. The ride from South Beach to his Biscayne Bay home was ten minutes. “Thanks, Ma. I’ll pick up the kids tomorrow if that’s okay with you.”
“But of course it is. You have a lot to take care of today. I love you, sweetheart. Remember, material things can be repaired or—”
Brian finished his mother’s statement: “Replaced. People cannot. I know, Ma. I love you too. Please keep this between us, like you said, and don’t tell Dad.”
Walking up his driveway, Brian noticed several unfamiliar cars. This was not a good time for Michelle to have guests. Had she invited Donna and Nikki over? His stomach churned. Now would be a good time for Brian to run after his mother and get back in the car. But he didn’t. He rang his doorbell. Look what he’d been reduced to—ringing the bell! This was his house.
Michelle opened the door. “Brian, where’ve you been? You haven’t answered your phone since last night, and I’ve called you five times this morning.”
Entering his home, Brian said, “Not now, baby. I just want to rest for a . . .” Speechless, he stared at the women sitting on his sofa. Zahra, Carmelita, and the woman from the hotel sat there with their legs crossed, like they were guests on a reality show and he was in the hot seat.
“Oh, those are my mother’s guests. She’s having some sort of meeting,” Michelle said.
“Hello, Brian. How are you?” Zahra asked.
“Fine,” he answered, then said, “Michelle, I need to talk to you in private.”
“No shit,” Michelle said. “How do you know her?”
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nbsp; Brian escorted Michelle to the bedroom. Her mother was comfortably seated on the chaise lounge. “What’s she doing here?”
“Mother, who are those women in my living room?” Michelle said, sitting on the bench at the foot of their bed.
“Here,” Michelle’s mother said, handing Brian a piece of paper. “You see those vows. The ones you promised my daughter. You lied to her. I hired those women to prove to Michelle that you are not the man she thinks you are. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Other than the fact that you’re a bitter bitch, nothing, Brian thought. Damn, did she hate him enough to break up his marriage? Brian remained silent. The only thing he could do was admit his guilt, and he’d never do that. Not even now.
Tears poured from his mother-in-law’s eyes. “We can talk after they leave, but right now, I want to know if you raped Carmelita!”
Raped? “You’re one mentally sick woman. Is that what she said? Is that what you’re telling my wife? That I’m a rapist?” Brian asked. “That I honestly raped that woman!”
Michelle’s mother smiled. “So you did fuck her.”
Bitch! Tightening his jaws, Brian stared at Michelle’s mother. What was her fucking problem? She seemed to enjoy her cynical behavior. He was not married to her. “Get out of my house,” Brian demanded.
“No problem. I’ve proved my point. Michelle, you know what you need to do—”
“Ma, get out and take those women with you,” Michelle said, standing in front of her mother. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“But, honey, is this the type of man you want to—”
“Stay married to, Mother?” Michelle asked, then answered, “Yes. Whatever you allege my husband is doing, be aware Brian has never brought anything but love inside our home. Love for me. Love for our children. My husband treats me like a queen. He’s a good father. A good man. And I married him for better or for worse, Mother. I love my husband, Mother, and if I had any idea this was what you were up to, I would’ve stopped you. How dare you bring this foolishness inside my home.”
“Baby, you can’t be serious?” her mother replied. “You’re married to a cheater, a liar, and a man that can’t be trusted. You don’t know what diseases he might bring home to you. You’re lucky if you don’t have something now.”
No, she is not standing in my house disrespecting me, Brian thought, wanting to kick her out.
“I’m very serious, Mother,” Michelle confirmed. “I know Brian isn’t perfect. I’m not perfect either. But he’s my husband, not yours. Where’s Daddy, Mother? Huh? He left you and married another woman. You threw away your husband and he married another woman, and no matter what you say, I’m not throwing away a good man over some other woman’s pussy.”
Brian wondered what Michelle meant when she’d said, “I’m not perfect either,” but at this point, he didn’t care. He was in the clear. “Baby, you don’t have to explain anything to her.”
Michelle snapped, “You need to be quiet. That’s my mother and I love her too.” As she looked at her mother, tears filled Michelle’s eyes. “Mama, there are so many failed marriages out there due to insecurities. I’m not insecure. I can’t babysit my husband. There are too many unhappily married people in the world. I refuse to be one of them. There are way too many divorced couples. I’m not letting my kids grow up without a father. I’m not going to be a single mother. I love my husband, and my husband loves me. Mother, sometimes Brian’s love is the only thing that gets me through my toughest days. I don’t want to sleep in my bed alone every night, cuddling up with morals that can’t touch me, principles that can’t talk to me, or pride that can’t make love to me. I know your intentions were good, but please get those women out of my house so I can make love to my husband. If you think you were going to divide us, I’m getting ready to show my husband how much I love and need him. Mother, the only person that can make me bitter, angry, depressed, or lonely… is me. Not you. Not those women. Not even society, which feels I should be pissed with my husband, because most of those people are just like you, Mother, they’re miserable.”
Brian wanted to tell Michelle he had to be on the next plane to Houston to sign his contract to represent Marcus Monty, but the timing wasn’t good. This wasn’t exactly the ending Brian had anticipated, but the one thing he knew how to do well was keep his mouth shut. Whatever his wife had done—even if she’d fucked another man—Brian would never leave Michelle.
Digging deep into her purse, Michelle’s mother tossed his cell phone, keys, and wallet on the bed, then said, “If you lose track of your husband, you can locate him by the GPS device you uploaded on his phone.”
Low-down and outright filthy! He never once figured the system was to keep track of him. That’s how she’d entrapped him. That phone was being replaced immediately, and Michelle’s mother could go to hell with her devilish ways.
Closing, then locking the bedroom door behind her mother, Michelle said, “Whatever happened, I don’t want to know. I’m not saying I don’t care. That would be a lie. But my knowing the intimate details about your being with other women isn’t going to make things between us better. Brian Malik Flaw, I love you.”
EPILOGUE
Lexington
All cried out.
Lexington quickly learned that no matter what he did or said, Donna was done with him. Fortunately, she wasn’t serious about leaving Alexandria and Alexandrea in his care. Joint custody one weekend out of the month gave him three Saturdays out of each month to maintain his presence at the sex club. Keeping the girls three days in a row, every four weeks, Lexington had more respect than he was willing to admit for all Donna had done—and how effortless she had made things seem. Inevitably he’d given Donna the main thing she deserved… a divorce.
Herschel
It was okay to be gay.
Herschel’s visit to his mother was enlightening. He’d confessed to his mother his relationship with Anthony. She replied, “Honey, I’ve known you were gay all your life. I’m glad you finally figured yourself out. Baby, I love you—no matter what.” With his mother’s blessings, and the comfort of loving Anthony, Herschel didn’t ask Nikki for a divorce. The time had come for Herschel to be man enough to do the right thing. He canceled his engagement with Ivory, then asked Anthony, “Will you marry me?” That was the happiest day of Herschel’s life when Anthony said, “Yes, I will marry you.”
Together they filed their divorce papers from their wives, relocated to San Francisco, and legally wedded. Dining. Dancing. Movies. Theater. Concerts. Openly accepting his sexuality freed Herschel to enjoy life, but not with his husband. Anthony was to Herschel what Nikki had never become. Anthony was Herschel’s partner for life.
Brian
Sixty-nine never felt so good.
Burying his face in Michelle’s creamy pussy, Brian circled his tongue over his wife’s pussy. Melt-in-his-mouth cotton-candy sweetness seeped, layering her lips with the thickness of a vanilla shake. Sucking her shaft into his mouth, Brian eased his middle finger into her hot, wet pussy, then gently fingered her G-spot. His eyelids closed when Michelle’s mouth sucked his dickhead like it had been dipped in watermelon. Damn, that shit felt incredible. Brian exhaled. His wife’s energy and love consumed him as he firmly suctioned her protruding clit. Michelle gripped his dick at the base, bobbing his shaft in and out of her mouth. Removing his finger from her pussy, he penetrated her asshole. Bracing her clit between his teeth, he flicked his tongue, making her come as he came in her mouth. Brian had Michelle’s mother to thank. What she believed would rip their marriage apart had made them come… closer together.
Book Club Questions
Do you love yourself? I ask this question first because most people either don’t know how to love themselves or they think they love themselves, yet they allow others to abuse them.
Married, divorced, or single, have you had sex with (or dated) a married person? Before you answer, think, have you dated or sexed a person without inquiring
about his or her marital status (i.e., a one-night stand, a short-term relationship, etc.)? Was the relationship fulfilling? Why?
After reading Single Husbands, do you feel the characters in this novel violated their marriage license? Why or why not?
Has reading Single Husbands changed your outlook on marriage? Why or why not?
Would you have or have you had sexual intercourse with your friend’s spouse or mate? If so, would you ever tell your friend?
Do you know any women or men who are married but live like they are single? Do you envy their relationships or lifestyle?
If you knew for a fact that your friend’s spouse or mate was cheating, would you tell your friend? Why or why not? Have you ever lusted after your friend’s mate?
Could you have an open marriage, knowing that both you and your spouse were permitted to have sex outside the marriage? If so, would you want to know your spouse’s sexual partner(s)? Why or why not?
Is it possible for one person to satisfy all of your sexual needs and fantasies? Before you answer, what are your sexual needs and fantasies?
Should the person who earns more money in the relationship or marriage be permitted to control the relationship? What emotional impact, if any, do finances bear on a relationship?
After reading Single Husbands, how would you write or rewrite your marriage vows? Do you believe marriage vows are important? If the vows are broken, what can a person do to make them enforceable? What are the laws of marriage?
Would you divorce your spouse for sexual and/or emotional infidelity if everything else in your marriage was perfect? Why or why not?
Would you go to a sex club with your spouse or mate? Would you participate in sexual activities with other club members? Could you be comfortable watching someone else have sex with your spouse or mate?
What’s the freakiest thing you’ve done sexually? Would you do it again? Are you try-sexual?