Single Ladies 7 & 8: " That's What Friends Are For" (15 page)

Shemar, understandably, was hell bent on establishing his position in the relationship, while Greg was just as determined to guard his. Sabrina was exhausted with both of them. They would have to lay some ground rules if this was going to work. A little voice in her head reminded her that the rules should’ve been established before the I dos. Sabrina promptly told that voice to shut the hell up. Granted, she was being selfish. In her heart, she felt ashamed for what she was putting Greg through. She loved him, and always would. But, she also loved Shemar. There was something about their connection that defied all logic. He had touched parts of her that she didn’t even know existed. Now that she’d had a taste, continuing life without him wasn’t an option. They both loved her enough to be with her, on her terms. No one had forced either of them, so now they needed to figure out how to co-exist.

Greg sat next to her, engrossed in the Black Enterprise magazine that he had brought with him. She studied his handsome profile for a moment, and couldn’t help the smile that formed. He was a fine man; there was no question about that. Standing 6’3”, he had smooth chocolate skin, full enticing lips, and piercing brown eyes with flecks of gold, that were covered by the longest natural lashes she’d ever seen. Although he hadn’t played football since college, he had maintained his athletic hard body. As she watched him, she wondered how anyone else had ever caught her eye.

Sensing her stare, Greg looked up and smiled. “What’s up? See something you like?” he said with a wink.

“I see something… I’ll let you know if I like it.”

Greg laughed. “That is still the world’s corniest comeback.”

“Oh, you got jokes, huh? I seem to recall you finding it to be quite clever, back in the day.”

“Well, actually I didn’t. I just wanted the digits.”

“Good thing you were cute, because your rap was tired.”

“It worked, didn’t?” Greg said and placed his hand on her thigh.

Shemar had been watching them from his seat across the aisle. He loudly cleared his throat as he shot daggers from his eyes at Sabrina.

She caught his look and gave him a half smile in return.

He shook his head and put his Beats headphones on. He mean mugged her one more time, and then reclined in his seat and closed his eyes.

He’ll be all right,
Sabrina thought as she returned her attention to Greg. For the rest of the flight, she charmed and entertained her husband, reminding him why he loved her so, and more importantly, why he could not let her go.

They had a three hour layover in Los Angeles, so Sabrina suggested that they go to American Airlines’ Admiral Club to relax and have a few drinks. Greg had loosened up a bit, so now it was time to work on Shemar. Maybe, just maybe, this trip wasn’t doomed after all. Sabrina was hopeful.

For the next few hours, the three of them had a pleasant time. Shemar and Greg discovered that they not only shared a woman, but they also shared a signature drink, Appleton Rum on the rocks with a slice of lime. They were both passionate about politics and the community, although their approaches were quite different. By the time they left to board the flight to Maui, they were all a bit tipsy. Greg and Shemar had not become friends, but they had at least called a truce.

The three of them sat together on the flight, with Sabrina in the middle, Greg by the window, and Shemar on the aisle. She breathed a sigh of relief that for now, things were running smoothly. She knew that the men took the time to get to know each other that they would bond. Well, they hadn’t quite bonded, but she did see a mutual respect developing. This was closer to what she had imagined.

They were on the last flight of the day, and it was almost empty. Sabrina had insisted that they still sit together, wanting to keep the good vibes going. Once they were in the air, she ordered another round of drinks. It was a four-hour flight from LAX to Maui, so they made themselves comfortable. Before long, Greg was sound asleep.

Sabrina leaned over and gave Shemar a sloppy kiss.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“For being you. Thank you for helping to make this work.”

“Don’t thank me, because if I had my way, it would be me and you only. But, I know how hard this has to be on him. I mean, he was married to you first, and he is allowing me to move into y’all’s home. That is a lot, and frankly, I don’t know if I could do it.”

“But you are doing it. You are making a sacrifice too, and I appreciate it. Look, I know it won’t be easy, but I promise it will be worth it.”

Sabrina smiled seductively at him, reached under the seat in front of her, and pulled a small blanket from her carry-on bag. She smiled as she spread it over their laps.

“You cold, baby?” Shemar asked.

“No, actually I’m hot.” Sabrina said as her hand traveled under the covers to his lap.

“It’s like that, huh?” Shemar said, as she stroked him through his jeans.

“Straight like that.”

“What if the flight attendant comes back here?”

“She can get some tips,” Sabrina said as she leaned forward and lightly bit his ear, while she unzipped his pants.

She turned in her chair, pressing her breasts against his arm, and unbuttoned his pants to release him from his boxers. He was already semi-erect as she wrapped both of her hands around his pole and slowly stroked him. She stuck her tongue in his mouth and kissed him deeply as he squeezed her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

A soft moan escaped when Sabrina moved one hand down to Shemar’s balls and pulled gently. He started to squirm a bit as she picked up her pace. The sight of her hand moving under the covers, mixed with the knowledge that her husband was on the other side, along with her amazing skills, had him about to bust. She looked deep into his eyes as she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her palm. She locked eyes with him as she saturated her hand with the tip of her tongue, while keeping a steady rhythm with her other hand.

As he watched her, all he could think about was that tongue swirling on the head of his dick. Her head game was top notch, and just the memory of it had him ready to bust.

Sabrina knew his body well, so she immediately picked up on the signs. Smiling, she went to work with both hands, quickly jerking his dick as he shot cum all over both her hands and the throw.

“Gotdamnitmotherfucker, I love your nasty ass,” Shemar said through clenched teeth. He took in deep breaths, trying to get control of himself, and to uncurl his toes.

Sabrina laughed. “I love your nasty ass too, baby,” she said, and kissed his cheek.

Shemar just smiled and drifted off to sleep.

Sabrina was pleased with herself as she used a wet wipe to clean the mess off the blanket. Now she was horny and tipsy, but her men were asleep. She closed her eyes for a few minutes, trying to join them, but sleep just would not come. “Oh well, when you want something done, you gotta do it yourself,” she mumbled, as she covered her legs with the blanket, and pulled the maxi dress that she was wearing up near her waist.

She spread her legs wide and leaned back in her seat. Slowly, she massaged her clit through her thong, until it throbbed. Her juices leaked out of her treasure box, staining the seat beneath her as she inserted two fingers. Closing her eyes, she grinded her hips against her fingers and proceeded to fuck herself. Her fingers made soft sucking sounds as they entered and exited. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as her orgasm started to build.

Her eyes flew open when she felt a soft pressure against her clit. She looked over, and Greg was smiling at her, with his hands under the quilt. “Shh…” he said softly, as he moved her hand and replaced it with his.

She gasped as he brought her fingers to his lips and sucked her juices off them. Her mouth froze into an O as he inserted a third finger, while caressing her clit with his thumb. Sabrina, put her hand inside her dress and pinched her nipples hard as she came all over Greg’s fingers.

He continued to stroke her clit as she trembled from the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. She whimpered softly as her love continued to run out.

On the other side of her, Shemar shifted in his seat, and they both looked over to see if he was awake. Greg couldn’t have cared less, but Sabrina didn’t want a scene. He never even looked their way, in fact, he didn’t open his eyes.

Sabrina giggled when she looked down at Greg’s lap. He was standing at full attention; his pants resembled a tent.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing, just noticing your umm… situation.” She said, looking at his crotch.

“You wanna do something about it?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Sabrina said, and for the second time in as many hours, she released a zipper.

Her intention was to give him a good hand job, but when she looked down and saw that beautiful chocolate stick winking up at her, she had to have a taste. Without warning, she pulled the cover over her head, leaned down, and took him fully into her mouth. Greg’s pelvis pressed forward as he felt his tip touch the back of her throat. Sabrina’s mouth held his dick captive as she laid her tongue flat along the side and worked her jaws like a vacuum. The gathered saliva in Sabrina’s mouth produced a sloshing sound as she moved her mouth up and down his pole.

“Bri… b-baby you sss…damn…” he mumbled.

Sabrina placed one hand on the base of his manhood, and with the other, she fondled his balls. She took the tip into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. Within seconds, she felt his body stiffen and he grabbed the sides of her head. As he tried to pull her up, she swallowed him whole again.

Greg’s lips pressed together and his eyes bulged as he shot hot cum straight down Sabrina’s throat. She sucked harder, until every drop had passed her tonsils. Only when she was certain that he had no more left to give, did she finally release him from her mouth. As Greg sat in his seat looking dazed, Sabrina once again pulled out the wet wipe. This time, she needed it to clean herself; pleasuring her man had been such a turn on, that she had cum right along with him.

I feel sorry for whoever has to clean this seat,
Sabrina thought and she chuckled. She turned to say something to Greg, but he was knocked out again. Stains were a no-no in her world, so she folded the blanket and laid it on her seat, then she pulled her dress down. Finally sated, she decided to get a little bit of sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes, the captain announced their descent into Maui. “Dammit,” Sabrina said and sighed.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Shemar asked as he stretched in his seat.

“Nothing much, it’s just that I am finally sleepy, and now it is time to land.”

Shemar grinned. “Well, your man got a good nap after you took care of me.” He leaned forward and looked over at Greg. “He still sleep? He must’ve been drunker than I thought. I forgot them old dudes can’t hold their liquor.”

“Watch it, sucka,” Sabrina said and pinched his arm. “Greg and I are the same age.”

“Naw baby, you are ageless.” Shemar replied and kissed her hand.

“Whatever, youngin’.”

As the wheels of the plane hit the runway, Greg woke up.

“Well hello, sleepyhead. Nice to have you with us,” Sabrina said.

“I needed that rest. I felt like all my energy was just sucked right out of me.” Greg replied, and winked at Sabrina.

“I know what you mean, man. I knocked out for a few minutes myself,” Shemar said as he got his things from the overhead bin.

“You’re welcome.” Sabrina mumbled as they walked to the front of the plane.

As they exited, the female flight attendant winked at Sabrina and said, “You are my hero!”

Greg gazed at the Pacific Ocean as he sipped his drink. He pondered his life, and wondered how he had allowed things to get so out of hand. When had he lost control of his life? Was it when he married Sabrina? Perhaps it was when they moved in together while still in college? That had been Sabrina’s idea. Maybe it was even before that. Greg could not recall much of his life before Sabrina. He seemed to have been born on the day he met her.

“Damn,” he said and shook his head. “And here we are.”

The sounds of lovemaking drifted out to the lanai, taunting him to the core of his soul. He had never felt so weak, so powerless.
What in the hell was I thinking?
Greg wondered as he tried to block out the soundtrack of his wife’s erotic screams, courtesy of her new husband.

Her new husband, what the fuck?
Greg couldn’t help but to chuckle at the absurdity of it all. He had actually allowed his wife of ten years, to not only sleep with another man, but to marry him. Who does that?
Like a fool, he had walked her down the aisle and handed her over to the younger man. Now, he had the dubious honor of listening to this young
artist
fuck his wife, while he sat on the lanai with a hard dick and a soft will.

When Sabrina had first informed him that she had not only met someone else, but she was in love, Greg was crushed. Sabrina was all he knew. She had been his first and only lover. For him, no other woman existed. It was all about Sabrina. It never even occurred to him that Sabrina would wander. They were two part
s
of a whole, as far as he was concerned. He thought of their love as a fortress, and it tore him apart to know that it wasn’t as secure as he’d thought.

They were high school sweethearts, and had married right after college.
Greg would’ve preferred to wait until after he finished law school, but Sabrina was having none of it. She refused to be the last of her friends to walk down down the aisle. Three years was too long to wait, she’d said. She was the trendsetter in her circle, so she had to set the bar. Greg didn’t put up a fight. He knew that Sabrina was the one, so whether it was sooner or later, the end result would be the same. Together forever.

That was ten years ago, and they had enjoyed a very happy life together.
Sabrina
opened an
interior
design firm,
and her company
,
The Fourté Flair was well known amongst Chicago’s elite. Greg had assumed his late father’s role as head of The Fourté
Law
G
roup. A successful young couple living the American dream, was what they were until that fateful day
six months ago,
when everything changed.