Single Husbands (10 page)

Scrolling through his phone, Herschel called a nearby hotel, made a reservation for a king-sized suite, then said, “Deliver
a bottle of champagne to the room, chill it on ice, and leave two flutes. Oh, and add a half-dozen chocolate-covered strawberries.”
After regrettably inviting the woman to his lavish home on The Island, there was no way he’d downgrade by taking her to a
cheap hotel. He was no fool. The classier the hotel, the better his dick got sucked.

“Hey,” she said, smiling and sitting in the passenger seat. “This is a great deviation from doing that abs class. I’ma start
out on the bottom and curve my pussy up into your dick to get my workout in. Them I’ma get on top and grind my pussy into
your dick, so I can work my gluteus… whew! I can’t wait. So where’re we going? Your place or mine? Oh, excuse me, your
mansion or my condo?”

“You really are bold. You’d actually go back to my house after what happened last week?” he asked.

“Sure. She can’t beat my ass. She’s your wife, not mine. Besides, you’re the one who said she’s never home,” the woman said.

“No, I’m not taking you to my house. Not today. I have business in the city, so I don’t want to drive back over to this area,”
he lied, driving a short distance to the hotel.

“Wow! Are you serious? This place is absolutely phenomenal!” she said, opening her door before the valet attendant was close
enough to open it for her.

Yes! Herschel’s incredible blow job was only a few floors away. Herschel didn’t want to do a lot of talking. Maybe if he’d
shut up, she’d shut up. He checked in, got one room key, and headed straight to their suite on the thirty-second floor. He
slid the credit-card-style key in the slot, then held the door for her.

What was it about a man’s dick that made him drop everything he was doing to ejaculate? Was his radical, animalistic, predatory
behavior embedded in his DNA? Was bisexuality hereditary? Was Herschel treating women the same way his father had disrespected
his mother? Had his father ever been fucked by or had fucked a man? If not, what made Herschel attracted to both men and women?

The woman standing naked before him had a choice. She chose him. She could’ve kept her mouth and legs shut. She could keep
her clothes on and leave. She could drop to her knees and suck his dick. Hopefully, thoughts of sucking his dick were on her
mind.

She smelled sweet, looked edible. Her brushed-back dark brown hair tucked behind her ears highlighted her mouth. The chocolate
lip gloss drew his attention to her lips. He wasn’t familiar enough with her to lick her pussy, so he kissed her. Touched
her breasts, caressed her clit, then eased his finger under her shorts, sticking his finger inside her pulsating vagina.

“Ou, yeah,” she moaned, squirming onto his finger.

Inside, her pussy was warm and creamy.

He’d done those things to get her in the mood to go down on him with those luscious, shiny lips. He watched her slowly strip
out of her drawstring shorts and spandex top, pull back the comforter, then sit on the edge of the mattress. The bed wasn’t
where he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to pound her in the living area, with her big, spankable ass spread wide in front of
him.

“Over here,” he said, motioning a come-hither with his finger. “Get on your knees and suck my dick the way you did at my house.”
He stood tall beside the sofa, staring down on her. “You give the best fucking head I’ve ever had,” he complimented, hoping
to encourage her to do better this time.

Closing his eyes, Herschel relived how incredibly amazing his bulging dickhead felt when sandwiched between her fleshy jaws,
gliding along her slightly abrasive tongue. “Wait,” he said, taking off his shorts. Removing the magazines from the coffee
table, he tossed them to the floor, then reclined on the sofa. His ass was cradled in the cushion. He slid his feet apart,
settling them flat on the floor, then said, “Get on your knees on the table and bow onto my dick. Look up at me when you suck
this big dick.” He held his stiff erection straight up, waiting for her mouth to cover his head.

“Sure. Whatever you want, as long as you eat my pussy real good,” she said, kneeling on the table. “Your wife got home before
I got my pussy licked, and you ain’t leaving here without doing me, ’cause I love having my clit sucked, nice and slow, and
have no problem giving you step-by-step instructions.”

As she braced her palms on his knees, her hands slipped off his thighs.
Damn!
She fell face-first into his dick, fucking up his orgasm and his dick.

“Oops,” she said.

“Oops, my ass. Never mind,” Herschel said, putting on his shorts. Rethinking his next move, he said, “Sit next to me.”

He watched her as she sat on the sofa beside him. She placed her hand atop his limp dick. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, gently
massaging his dick before easing the elastic band underneath his balls. She gripped his dick with one hand, then leaned into
his lap. “Um,” she moaned, sliding her saliva up and down his shaft.

That was more like it. “Pump my dick,” Herschel moaned. “Faster. I wanna get this shot out the way, so I can fuck the shit
out of you doggie-style.”

Herschel thought about drilling her asshole the way his boy Brian talked about fucking women in the ass. That way he was guaranteed
he wouldn’t end up with another kid outside of his marriage. Herschel liked the feel of pussy way too much to switch it up.
Besides, ass-fucking a woman would mean being unfaithful to his man.

“Damn, you taste so good. What do you eat?” she asked, sucking harder.

Whatever his wife ate. Herschel didn’t want to talk. Thrusting his dick deep into her mouth, he was on the verge of coming.
“Yes, damn, it’s right there.”

“Ou, yeah. I taste it,” she mumbled.

“You ready for this… ah! Ah! Yes!” he yelled, squirting deep in her throat. His head was so deep, she didn’t have an
option. She swallowed.

Coming in a woman’s mouth was a male dominating tactic. Like a dog pissing territorial pheromones to claim his territory,
Herschel came in a woman’s mouth to feel empowered over her. His boys felt the same way. Once a man ejaculated in a woman’s
mouth, every time he saw her, with or without another man, he felt a sense of ownership, as though he could make her suck
his dick anytime he wanted. Even if that power wasn’t true, Herschel felt that way.

Why she’d let him come in her mouth was his pleasure, not his concern. Thankful he had a son, not a daughter, Herschel wondered
if his father had treated his mother the same way. Herschel hated that Nikki consistently spat his sperm back onto his dick,
or pulled his dick out of her mouth right before he’d come, spilling his seeds onto his stomach.

“Here, kneel on the sofa,” Herschel said, holding the condom packet in his hand. He slid his dick inside her, feeling her
hot, juicy pussy before he rolled on the condom.

She didn’t hesitate to tilt her ass in the air and spread her lips for him. He liked that shit. “Yeah, play with that sweet
pussy,” he said, rubbing his forehead on her clit, stuffing his nose inside her pussy. He wanted to smell her pussy juices
engulfing his nostrils. He teased her for a moment before sliding his bald head over her vagina. Feeling the warmth of a woman’s
pussy juices smearing the crown of his scalp was his private fetish, especially if she had coarse pubic hairs.

“Aw, yeah,” Herschel grunted, closing his eyes. Nothing in the world felt better than pussy. Holding her butt cheeks in his
hands, he slid his dickhead inside her pussy, then fucked her nice and slow.

“Stop playing with my shit and fuck this pussy like you want it,” she commanded.

Bracing her hands on the back of the sofa, she pushed her pussy onto his dick and started stroking her clit. “Damn,” she whispered.
“Your dick must be dipped in platinum. I’m creamin’ all over that motherfucker already. Ah-ha… that’s my shit!” she announced
several times, riding him like she couldn’t get enough. “Pull my hair! Spank my ass!”

“Pa-yow!” he said, slapping her ass hard.

“Yes, do that shit again,” she commanded.

“Pa-yow!” he said, smacking her two more times.

“Oh, that feels so fucking good,” she said, rubbing her clit.

If Herschel couldn’t please Nikki, he’d do his best to pleasure every person he fucked. “Get on your knees on the floor and
crawl like a dog.” He wanted to say “bitch,” but he feared that might change her mood.

“Whew! You’re a pit bull,” she said, crawling in front of him. Collapsing onto the carpet, laughing, then rolling over, she
stuck out her tongue like a puppy, spreading her pussy lips. “My turn. You ready to taste the best pussy in the world?”

Herschel frowned. Hell no. He wasn’t lapping up her cum. “Let’s shower,” he insisted. “I’ll go first.” He locked the bathroom
door, then scrubbed his body under the hot water.

A man wasn’t interested in eating, chilling, cuddling, or conversing with a woman he considered easy, sleazy, or a jump-off.
This chick was definitely a jump-off. She’d done her job. She’d gotten him ready to go fuck his male lover. Herschel would
fuck her again, but he wouldn’t make plans to hook up with her. Just like when he’d first met her and taken her home, then
today; that was how his relationship with her would always be. Impromptu pussy. But she seemed to be okay with that. More
women were becoming like men every day. Soon the scripts would change and men would be reduced to—not lovers—dick mills. Women
would force men to come without giving any restitution. No home-cooked meal. No alcoholic beverage or water. No warm place
to lay their heads overnight.

Herschel scrubbed his dick and balls twice, using the shower gel instead of the soap. His male lover easily sniffed the scent
of hotel soap. Shower gel was what Herschel used at the gym.

Drying off, Herschel wondered, what could he do to win back his wife? Had they reached a point of no return? Herschel tried
to determine if he ever had Nikki’s heart. Now that he seriously thought back on how and why he proposed, probably not. Finally
he admitted to himself that he’d married Nikki for her money. He wondered if his father had left his mother because his mother
was poor. Herschel would give Nikki back every dime of her money that he’d spent on Ivory in exchange for Nikki’s heart.

Stepping out of the bathroom, completely dressed, Herschel said, “Lay down on the bed.” He spat on her pussy, then began massaging
her clit, in tiny circular motions, with his middle finger. First clockwise, then counterclockwise. Stroking her shaft up
and down between his thumb and pointing fingers, he held back her hood and began teasing her clit again. He watched the juices
ooze from her clit.

“Oh, damn, that feels so good.” She thrust her hips toward him.

Herschel massaged her clit with the tip of his finger until she screamed, “I’m coming!”

He wanted to lick her clit with his stiff tongue, but Anthony would detect the taste of pussy in his mouth. Since the room
was in his name, he couldn’t chance leaving her in the shower, so he waited for her to get dressed. Herschel left the hotel,
dropped the woman off downtown at the gym, then drove to the condo he shared with Anthony. Knowing Nikki wasn’t home, he wasn’t
ready to go back to an empty house.

Using his key to enter the home he felt most comfortable in, Herschel sat in front of the flat-screen television. He watched
LeBron’s interview, wondering why LeBron’s son was seated at the press conference table, looking confused as to what he was
supposed to do while his father answered questions from the media.

Anthony opened his bedroom door and asked, “You okay? I didn’t hear you come in and you didn’t knock on my door.” Sitting
beside him on the sofa, Anthony rubbed Herschel’s thigh.

“I’m good,” Herschel answered, trying to force Nikki’s rejection of him out of his mind. But he couldn’t. His suppressed anger
had manifested into a hate so deep, his love for Anthony and Ivory was tarnished.

Herschel couldn’t rationalize openly being in a relationship with a man. There was no social justification. If he wanted to
salvage his marriage, he had to choose. Did he want Ivory? Anthony? Or his wife? He didn’t want to risk losing them all.

“Herschel, what is bothering you? Is it your boss? Nikki? She still refusing to sign the divorce papers?” Anthony asked. “We
could just live here together until our divorces are final.”

“You know you are not divorcing your wife,” Herschel said.

“I will if you will,” Anthony countered. “I love you, not her.”

What kind of father would Herschel be if he moved in with Anthony? Would he cheat on Ivory with another woman? Would he become
frustrated or impatient with his son if his son couldn’t understand that his father wasn’t gay? Herschel was bisexual. What
if Herschel moved in with Ivory? Would he be a full-time dad or an absentee father?

Anthony pinched Herschel on the arm, knelt, looked up at him, then said, “Let me suck your dick. You’ll feel better.”

Oh, shit.
Standing with his shorts circling his ankles, Herschel gripped the back of Anthony’s head when Anthony’s mouth opened.

Herschel’s eyes scrolled upward. “Damn, that feels good.”

Anthony stroked his shaft, thrusting the head into his mouth. He sucked in the head, applying pressure along the ridge. In
and out. In and out.

Herschel felt the passion each time Anthony sucked him in. Unable to hold on to his orgasm, Herschel let go of his sperm but
couldn’t let go of his heart. Loving a man was wrong.

D
onna! Get the fuck off me,” Lexington shouted.

“You are not leaving this house again tonight. I’m sick and tired of
my husband
leaving me every damn night to go out and get what you have at home,” Donna cried, clinging to his shirt.

Suddenly he was her husband? After lying dormant next to him, his wife had awaken from her emotional coma to realize she was
married, and he was magically supposed to be the rabbit she pulled out after stirring her hand around in an empty top hat
for three years. Hell no. Donna could put her prolonged, unconscious, coldhearted, born-again-virgin pussy to sleep for ten
more years.