Whos Loving You

by Mary B. Morrison

  “Stop choking me!” Nikki yelled, struggling to pry Herschel’s thumbs away from her aching throat.

  “Shut the hell up, woman,” Herschel countered, repositioning his huge masculine hands for a firmer grip. “Why do you make me hate you?”

  Hate was such a strong word, but the sight of his wife disgusted him more than it pleased him. Once Nikki got a ten-page spread in a major magazine, which was showcasing her culinary skills, the bitch thought her shit didn’t stink. She flew all over the country, out of the country, joyfully leaving him at home alone. She should’ve called first and told him she was coming home a week early.

  The argument Nikki had started six days ago was old but far from over this morning or tomorrow morning or the next day after that day. Herschel was the man of his house, and the shit wasn’t resolved until he said so. Why in the fuck had he had to sleep on the sofa six nights in a row to appease Nikki? Why did he have to call her ass from the home phone every damn night just to prove he was at home? Wasn’t like he stayed home or slept at home after hanging up the phone.

  “You know I love you, so why do you keep threatening to leave me?” he said.

  “I can’t breathe,” Nikki whimpered. Forcefully, her knee rammed into his balls.

  “Ahhh! Bitch! Are you crazy?” Folding into a number seven, Herschel grabbed his nuts, then fell to the floor. Orange, tiger-stripe imprints of his hands remained on his wife’s flesh, from under her earlobes to above her collarbone. Herschel witnessed the bruises turn to a deep red. Fuck! Nikki’s debut television show was taping tomorrow, it was the middle of summer, and she’d have to wear another scarf around her neck to cover up what she’d made him do.

  “Baby, baby,” Herschel repeated. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what got into me. Nikki, I need you.” Stumbling toward her, he pressed his lips softly against hers. His mouth circled hers, trying to pry her thick, luscious lips apart with his tongue.

  “Umph, umph,” Nikki groaned, placing her hand in the center of the chiseled chest she used to drizzle hot chocolate on, then lick until all of it was off. “No, not this time, Herschel.” Smack! Nikki’s palm landed against his face. “You need to go be with that bitch you had up in my bed when I got home!” Reaching behind her, Nikki kept her eyes on him.

  Fuck. It was a good thing he had good reflexes. Herschel ducked just in time to dodge the porcelain lamp that came zooming toward his head. Crash! The freestanding bedroom mirror behind him shattered before falling to the hardwood floor. Glass flew up to the ceiling and then down to the floor. “You are so fucking crazy, Nikki! Stop this shit, baby,” he said, snatching her biceps.

  Swiftly turning her body sideways, Nikki couldn’t break free. Herschel didn’t believe in hitting women, but Nikki was pushing him to do the unthinkable…kill her.

  “Herschel, please,” she cried. “I just want you to take your things and get out of my house. Let me be. Why can’t you just let me be?”

  Oh, now that she’d made it, she didn’t need him anymore. If she really wanted him out, Nikki would have to buy him out. “Baby,” Herschel said, wrapping his burly arms around Nikki’s tall, slender body, “listen to me.” He ran his hand over her short black hair, which was neatly tapered around her mocha face. “That bitch that was here don’t mean shit to me. I was lonely. I miss you. I miss my wife. Damn, Nikki. You’re gone all the time.”

  The woman who had been in their bed six nights ago honestly didn’t mean anything to Herschel, but April Henderson meant everything to him. Truth was, April wasn’t legally his wife, but he’d given her the title of wife and, unofficially, his last name. And if April had had half the money and assets his wife Nikki had, he never would’ve married Nikki, because he had never loved Nikki. Nikki had gotten what she’d paid for: companionship, a fine-ass man to escort her to public events, and a damn good lover.

  The day Herschel proposed to Nikki, he promised April he’d never leave her, no matter what. The day Herschel stood at the altar with Nikki, he’d recited his vows for April. Sex with April was better than with his wife. Herschel laughed with April, cried with April. They dreamt aloud together. Unlike Nikki, April believed in him. Every man needed a woman who believed in him. But there was one thing he’d regret the rest of his life, and that was missing the delivery of his child with April while he stood at that fucking altar with Nikki’s ass!

  Why couldn’t he respond when the pastor said, “If anyone has cause for why this man and this woman should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

  Herschel should’ve looked Nikki in the eye and said, “Baby, I don’t love you.” But that would’ve meant no all-expense paid vacations for April. No single-family, three-bedroom home for April and their son, Ryan. And April would’ve had to stop home schooling Ryan and get a job. The best part was April was his best friend. April was one helluva woman. Sunday mornings, when Nikki accompanied him to church, April stood next to Nikki in the women’s choir, honoring their secret vows of for better or for worse. April would ask Nikki for recipes to cook for him, and Nikki would happily give step-by-step instructions to April.

  “You are a fucking liar!” Nikki screamed. “You fucked some bitch in my house, in my bed! What’s her name, Herschel? Who is she?”

  Correction. Now that they’d been married almost ten years, it was their house and their bed. And the woman had been some bitch. She’d been a one-night stand, and Herschel couldn’t remember her name. But April was his mistress. April was a real woman and the true love of his life.

  “I don’t have time for this bullshit,” Herschel said, letting go of Nikki. “You need to call somebody to clean up this shit, because I’m not doing it this time, and I’m not leaving.”

  Calmly, Nikki said, “You know what, Herschel? If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police.”

  Let Nikki call the fuckin’ cops, Herschel thought. Thanks to Nikki, April had more than enough of Nikki’s money to post his bail and a house that was free and clear of a mortgage to use as collateral. Herschel had the best life. Nikki was seldom home, and April was always available.

  Just in case Nikki was serious, Herschel softened his voice. “Baby, I said I’m sorry, and I mean it,” he lied again. “Please forgive me.” He raised his right hand. “I swear on my mother’s grave, you are the finest, the sexiest, the most beautiful black woman in the world, and I am so fucking proud of you.”

  Herschel was proud of Nikki, but he also hated the fact that she didn’t need him. He knew that shit. Nikki could have any man she wanted. Why she’d married him, Herschel knew. He’d spoken all the words Nikki and every other successful, single, sexy black woman wanted to hear. There were a lot of lonely black women in the world. They were so lonely that they’d marry down just to have a man in their bed, in their life, on their arms, and to have bragging rights over their single girlfriends. When a black woman married, her husband lost his identity, as she’d repeatedly refer to him as her husband, saying, “My husband this and my husband that.” A black woman like his wife would stay in an abusive relationship to avoid being alone.

  “Herschel, hush. Your mother is not dead,” Nikki said, trying to conceal her desire to laugh.

  “See, you wrong for that shit,” he said, nodding. “You wish my mama was dead.”

  “Sure as hell do. She’s responsible for you being so dependent on me.”

  “Baby, I’m not dependent. I’m supportive. There’s a difference,” he said, kissing his wife’s lips once more. This time Nikki didn’t pull away.

  Taking his wife into the kitchen, Herschel hoisted Nikki up on the island, then spread her legs. Opening the refrigerator, he removed a fresh mango, peeled away the skin with his teeth, tossed his long locks behind his back, then ran the mango between his wife’s breasts and around her areolas. Then he sucked her sweet juicy nipples until they were erect.

  “Mmm,” Nikki moaned, leaning her head back and running her fingers through her hair.

  Moving th
e mango between her pussy lips, Herschel pulled his wife back so that she was lying supine on the cool island tiles, then buried his face between her thighs. “Damn. You taste so fucking incredibly delicious. Who’s pussy is this?” he asked, firmly pressing his tongue against her clit the way she liked. “Don’t move.” He made his way back to the refrigerator. He retrieved an ice cube, melted it down a little in his mouth, pressed his cool lips against his wife’s clit, slipped the ice cube inside her ass, right along with his middle finger, then began to finger fuck her in the ass. Herschel enjoyed eating pussy, and he buried his face deeper into Nikki’s pussy until she came so hard, he had to catch her before she fell to the floor. Maybe he should’ve let her fall. It would’ve been a justifiable accident.

  “Baby,” Herschel pleaded, holding his wife in his arms, “Don’t ever leave me. I really do need you.”

  “Be careful what you ask for,” Nikki said. “I’m tired of you. So if you choose to stay, I promise to make you wish you had left.”

  CHAPTER 3

  Lexington

  —I, Lexington Lewis, take you, Donna, to be my lawfully wedded wife….

  “Meet me at the club. I’m going down…,” Lexington sang, driving up to the valet. Handing the parking attendant his keys, Lexington strolled into the sex club.

  He was on the prowl for all the pussy he could suck and fuck before sunrise. Handing the front-desk monitor his annual membership card, Lexington held on tight to his supersized bottle of vodka. He wasn’t big on consuming alcohol, but the club policy was bring your own drink. Walking through the swinging double doors, Lexington glanced at the posted sign he read each Saturday night: IF NUDITY OR LIVE SEXUAL ACTS OFFEND YOU, DO NOT ENTER.

  Checking out the honeys in lingerie at the bar, their naked, bodacious booties squirming on fiberglass bar stools, Lexington slowly handed his bottle of vodka to the bartender, reciting his membership number.

  “Man, you know I got you,” the bartender said, jotting the number on a sticky. “The usual?”

  “You bet,” Lexington confirmed.

  “Ladies, this round is on Lex,” the bartender announced, pouring a round for all the women at the bar.

  Generously sharing his alcohol with women generally gave Lexing ton premier pick of any, and sometimes all, the women at the bar that he wanted to suck his dick. Unbuttoning his shirt, he exposed the soft, curly hairs on his chest. Working out daily, while his wife, Donna, sat around the house, gaining weight, had paid off tremendously.

  “Hey, Lex, Daddy,” said a familiar voice behind him.

  Lexington smiled, then turned around. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked.

  Nikki gave him a kiss on the lips.

  What the fuck was his boy Herschel’s wife doing up in the sex club? Donna didn’t even know his spot.

  “Nikki, what’s up? You need to take your ass home. Herschel is going to flip the fuck out if he finds out you’re here. And for the record, you’re not with me, okay?”

  “And what about Donna? You saying you have permission to be here every Saturday night?”

  Lexington’s jaw tightened as he walked over to the dance floor and joined a group of three fine-ass, naked women in high heels. One bowed before him, unzipped his pants, took out his dick, and started licking him up and down. Another one joined her while Lexington eased his finger inside the third woman’s pussy.

  Glancing over at Nikki, he saw that she was bent over a table, with some dude fucking her in the ass. Damn. Nikki could take it like that. Shaking his head to erase X-rated thoughts of fucking his boy’s wife, Lexington walked away from the dance floor, bypassed the restrooms, and asked the locker room attendant to open up one of the lockers for him. Undressing, Lexington placed his clothes and shoes in the locker, wrapped his towel around his waist, and headed to the Freak-a-Zone.

  Strolling through the club to see what was happening and what regulars were on the scene, Lexington nodded his head at a few of the guys he knew. All six of the Jacuzzis were packed with women and men, who were sitting on the edge, getting their clits licked or dicks sucked. A few were bent over the sides, fucking doggie style.

  “Aw, damn,” Lexington thought as he spotted the finest woman in the club. She was sitting alone, checking out everyone else.

  She looked classy, sophisticated, and very much in control of her hormones. “That’s the one I’m fucking tonight,” he whispered.

  Patiently, he traveled throughout the community rooms. Beds were lined up under a canopy in one room and positioned around a Jucuzzi in another room. Everybody was in the zone. Men were 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, sucking dicks like lollipops. Condoms were everywhere, but Lexington used Magnum XL exclusively, so he’d brought his own.

  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 didn’t do shit on the side. Brian’s preference was to fuck every woman he could but never fuck any of them more than once. But Brian was different from Lexington and Herschel in that he genuinely loved his wife and kept her first. Brian had a plan for all the women he fucked: he rented hotel rooms, had the women put the room charges on their credit cards, then reimbursed them with cash. That way he never left a paper trail. And Michelle loved Brian so much, she’d never leave him, either. Brian boasted about how his wife would never take another woman’s word over his, so basically Brian didn’t give a fuck when chicks threatened to tell his wife about their affair.

  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, so why should he give a damn about what Donna felt?

  Making his way back to the woman who was sitting alone, Lexington extended his hand and asked, “You wanna join me in a private room?”

  “Sit with me for a moment, and we’ll see,” she said, licking her lips.

  Lexington sat next to her on an oversized cushion. “What’s up?”

  “I’m not from around here. This is my first time at a sex club, so instead of joining in, I decided to watch.”

  “What’s your name?” Lexington asked, watching her nipples pop beneath the gold lace teddy covering her breasts. Yeah, she was new. Most of the women strolling through the club were either naked or had on basic bikinis.

  “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. What’s yours?”

  Lowering the lace covering Irresistible’s breasts, he caressed a nipple before easing it into his mouth. “Lexington. Hey, let’s go,” he finally said, firmly gripping her hand.

  Irresistible stood. Damn! Her sweet ass was working that gold thong. Lexington eagerly led her into one of the private rooms. While he eased the spaghetti straps over her shoulders, she unwrapped his towel. Sitting on the bed, she began sucking his dick.

  Tearing off the edge of a condom wrapper, Lexington stepped back, but Irresistible wouldn’t let go of his dick. Her mouth was tight and juicy and felt so fucking good, he wanted to cum but refused. “Whew, baby. You gon’ have to ease up off of him so I can put on a condom.”

  “You like the way I suck this big-ass dick, Daddy?” she said, getting a bit aggressive and sucking a lot harder.

  Aw, fuck. What the hell? It’s her mouth, he thought. “If you don’t back up, I’m about to explode a load,” he replied. Lexington was enjoying that shit, that is, until the door opened.

  “Mind if I join you?” Nikki asked, entering their room without permission.

  “Get out!” Lexington said, holding back on squirting cum all over Irresistible’s face.

  Quietly, Nikki stood before Lexington, dropped the towel wrapped around her body, pushed him onto the mattress, straddled his dick, and began fuckin
g him.

  “Nikki, cut this shit out,” Lexington protested.

  Irresistible started sucking Nikki’s breasts and rubbing Nikki’s clit. “Ride him like a horse, baby,” Irresistible said, cheering Nikki on.

  “No, don’t encourage her. You don’t understand,” Lexington said.

  “Aw, now who’s acting new?” Irresistible moaned.

  Nikki started squeezing his dick. Irresistible sat on his face, facing Nikki. Lexington ran his tongue over Irresistible’s shaft, then sucked her clit. What the hell, he thought. Inserting his finger inside Irresistible’s pussy, Lexington began frantically finger fucking the shit out of her G-spot.

  “Oh, my, God! Yes! Yes!” Irresistible screamed, “That’s my spot, baby! Go harder!”

  Lexington felt Nikki riding him faster. Grinding her pelvis into his dick, Nikki screamed, “Fuck you! Cum for me, Lex!”

  Suddenly, it dawned on Lexington that he was ejaculating inside of his boy’s girl without a condom, and as big and long as Lexington’s dick was, his sperm didn’t have to swim. He shot those motherfuckers straight to the eggs, like a fucking cannon ball. That was how Donna had ended up pregnant five years in a row.

  “No, Nikki, don’t do this to me. Stop. Please, get up.”

  “Ahhhh!” Irresistible yelled, squirting fluid all over his stomach and Nikki’s pussy.

  Nikki’s pussy clamped down so hard, there was nothing Lexington could do except yell as he shot a full load, cumming harder than ever. Nikki’s pussy was fucking great.

  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 friends was friends didn’t fuck their friends’ wives. Nikki had to keep this shit between them.

  “Irresistible, you need to get up. You, too, Nikki.”

  “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 the valet, and headed home to his wife. What should’ve been a great night had ended up all bad.