Single Husbands by HoneyB

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