Anybody wanna tell me why a married businessman like myself made the choice to dress up and head out to a popular strip club? I got a whole strip club at home with just my wife and a decorative basement. At least we'd be able to bang on the stage and stuff.

What's crazy is Carmon gave me permission to go and I still felt out of place. This should have been a good thing for me, right? Getting out and having a good time with my friends without worrying about my girl back home, right?

Wrong. To be honest, I'd rather get drunk off my lady. Not just because she's fine as hell but because Brian does the most when we go out and do anything.

Yeah, you heard me. This is Brian's bachelor party we're talking about. If you don't know Brian, you better get to know him before he does something stupid and you're dragged down with him.

He's got plenty of friends and is known to hit up the ladies everywhere he goes. Like he's not getting married soon. The man is engaged and he's complained about it since the day after he asked Gina for her hand in marriage in the movie theatre parking lot.

He wanted everybody there to see, calling everybody as if it was an emergency and shit. Carmon and I were in the middle of an important discussion until her phone rang and it was him. Carmon, Rena, Tiff, Bryce, and I that came rushing to the scene. When he just threw the question out there, we all looked at him surprised. Like should he really do this or not.

Of course, that evil witch said yeah because she's that desperate for a man. Wait a second. I shouldn't talk about Gina like that but this whole situation makes me not want to go. Something in me just can't condone or accept any of this.

My eyes fell on Rena so fast after she agreed to marry him. She wanted to cry so bad but Carmon held her to keep the tears from shedding. I'd think I can speak for all of us when I say we were pissed off with Brian that evening. Not just because we all thought he and Rena had something going on. But also, because he sent us there for no reason.

Speaking of Rena, she hasn't said a word to us lately unless it's about watching the kids. Every time we want alone time, she's the first person to keep the kids. Typical Rena. Always willing to take care of everyone else's kids but doesn't think she's worthy of some me time. Ever since that happened, she doesn't want to be around anyone but Jess but even she doesn't know what's going on with Rena.

See? Now that I think about that situation, my want to leave this house had diminished. That's what I'm gonna do. Call Brian and tell him something came up that stopped me from coming. Technically, that wasn't a lie.

Unbuttoning my top, my eyes study my hands traveling down the buttoned plaid shirt and wishing it was someone else's. Not just anyone's.

My mind wondered as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Maybe I had no place in Brian's business but, as his best man, this fake ass marriage couldn't go on in my eyes. He's marrying her for all the wrong reasons and I'm supporting what he's done to Rena.

Just picture me doing all of that to Carmon. First of all, if you could picture that, you don't know me at all. I'm too sprung to do anything like that to that woman. She's already been through hell and back. What kind of man would I be if I broke an already broken woman down even more? Using her just to fill a lonely void until someone else came along. That would make me a punk ass bitch in my eyes.

Anger got the best of me thinking about Brian's little situation until a pair of dainty hands with purple slick fingernails slid down my bare chest and gripped onto my shirt. My eyes watched her hands clinch onto my shirt and saw that beautiful ring on her left hand's ring finger shining in the light and it changed my mood. I shook my head in excitement while feeling a bit proud to have slipped that real diamond on her finger.

I'm more than in love with this woman. She put it on me so good that I'm infatuated, smitten and dare I say obsessed with this woman. When she's like this, I explode in two places because she alone is just intoxicating. Addictive.

"Why's this shirt coming off? Trying to surprise me?" she asked seductively as her hands moved up and down my bare chest and smiled at me in the mirror.

You can only imagine what her face looked like in the mirror. That damn smile, the lip bite, and she's wearing my favorite shade of lipstick! Damn, Carmon! Just ride me now and break my heart.

"Not at all. In fact, it's ready for you to sit on. I swear, Carmon..." My right hand held her left one to my chest as I kissed her ring softly. Damn, she smells like a damn juicy strawberry. Lord, why'd you make this irresistible woman for a man like me?

Then again, I'll just say thank you and keep her.

"That must be your way of telling me to get out of the room so you can get ready for the bachelor's party. Okay."

Does she really think I want her to leave? That's me begging for her to change her mind about me going to this shit show. She really wants me to go to this thing and support him. Support this wack ass wedding.

"Carmon, all you have to do is just tell me I can't go and I won't. That's all you got to say. Beg for me not to go. Just saying."

Biting her lip sensually again, her eyes dim down low as she slowly plays with the strings on that purple robe we got for the wedding night. She knows exactly what that fucking does to me and my dick is aching.

"You know what? It pleases me every time I tease you like this, you dirty bastard. Unfortunately, I can't do any of that."

Oh, hell nah! Full hard on and she says I still have to go to this lame ass bachelor party? I got a soldier standing at full attention through my jeans. Ready to go off to war and she STILL wants me to leave?

"Carmon, come on. Why do I have to go?"

"Because that's still our friend no matter how much he's hurt Rena. We still have to support him, baby. If you don't go, I have no problems with..."

As soon as my eyes caught sight of the image in the mirror, they widened in surprise. Carmon's robe was sliding off her shoulders and I had to catch that shit before it all fell to the floor. Then I'd really be stuck in the house. She wouldn't be able to pry me off of her. See how addicted I am?

"Just saying. Sounds like it would be a better idea to be a guest stripper and-"

"HELL NAH! The only one that's got permission to see all of this right now is me. That's some goodies I just can't share, babe. You're like a fresh-baked white-chocolate cookie. Warm and moist. All you gotta do is let this macadamia nut inside and I won't have to go."

Carmon laughed her ass off at my response but I was being serious. My soldier was standing at full attention for so long that more babies were about to be made in the back of my mind. All she had to do was say 'Don't go, daddy. Fuck me' like she usually does when there's somewhere I have to be. She wouldn't say it though.

Instead, she walked towards the bathroom while my eyes watched her hips sway back and forth through that silk robe. Like she wasn't doing that on purpose.

"Have fun, Trent. Let me know how it goes and I'll think about giving you a better show when you come back. I love you."

She blew me a kiss and shut the bathroom door like that was enough. I sound like a horndog but you can't blame me with a sexy wife like Carmon. You don't know what she does to me. She makes me think about doing the naughtiest things to her on my office desk.

The thought of her sliding that robe off her curvy body, stepping into the warm water just to take her foot out because it was a little too hot, cutting on the cold water to equal it out, and then getting in that tub had me zone out for a second.

And she has that new bath soak that smells like vanilla and it makes her smell like a nice vanilla ice cream cone that I just want to lick up and down and-

Damn it! Do I really have to go?

Rolling my eyes at the thought of going to this damn party, I went on and got dressed and prepared myself for one hell of a disaster. Maybe I shouldn't say that since he's my friend but this wasn't an engagement. It was a business transaction.

****

Is it normal for a man not to enjoy being in the presence of hundreds of women in the VIP section? It's been like this since I've taken over Dad's company. Justin, one of my businessmen and close friends, used to invite me out all the time and it was fun back then. Now, not one of these fake ass broads make my dick twitch.

We went out to the bowling alley and found some fine ladies in leggings bending over purposely just for us to get a good look at that ass. Boy, was that some good ass to look at back then. The skating rink had a bunch of fine honeys skating in some daisy dukes and guess who was behind them?

Fortunately for me, Carmon took my player's card after the cold-water incident at the skating rink. She was the finest one there and played hard. She ran through my mind constantly after that and I liked the chase. Really hard chase but I snatched her up and carried her to the alter. Can't turn back now.

I sat back on this red lounge sofa with these multiple ladies all over me but the only woman I could think about was my sweet wife slowly taking off her underwear just to tease me. Sitting in my lap and playing with my dick. Another way she loves to tease me while we're in public. She was begging for the pipe that night and I was not hesitating on pleasing this stunning woman. We turned each other inside out that night.

"Mr. Carter, you're looking pretty firm down there," one of the ladies whispered in my ear as her hand roamed down my chest and briefly touched my lower region.

Young little thing. Burnette, probably just turned 21, wearing what looked like basically lingerie with jeans on, chest seeping all out like they were not trying to hide, and a bite to a red lip. Ruining the hot ass memory in my head.

Like McDonald's McFlurry machine and Carmon's goodies, my goodies weren't available either.

Politely moving her hand away from my jewels, I spoke out with "Please know it's not because I'm happy to see you. Maybe there's another guy that's happy to see ya."

Her light red-colored lips frowned while my body got up from that couch. Her lips weren't even as thick as Carmon's was. My favorite lip color was a dark nude and when Carmon put that color on...I wanted to bite her lips off like a wild animal.

"Brian, I gotta go. Kids need me at the house."

My eyes watched as Brian looked up from tongue wrestling a bimbo to say "Bro, you're about to miss the best part. Why leave when-"

"Trent Carter, aren't you supposed to be home with your lady?" I turned to hear a coke bottle-shaped female with straightened black hair down to her ass.

That light-hearted, valley girl accent told me exactly who it was. If Carmon wasn't around, Delilah or Lilac was the next woman that stayed on me like a good Band-Aid. She's a recent friend Carmon made while going to those dance classes lately. She made sure my ass wasn't getting into any trouble but there was no need to watch me. Especially tonight. Her and Carmon are so tight that they can't stay away off each other when around each other. It's crazy.

Her plump lips curved into a polite smile as she fixed her thin see-through skirt around her wide hips, not leaving anything to the imagination.

"Lilac, I didn't know that you were my babysitter. What are you doing here dressed like this? Where's Hunter?" I chuckled while giving her a quick hug. Her body was pretty warm. She probably just got done doing a show or something.

"Aye, I thought tonight was about me. You can't have all this ass to yourself, T. You already married. Let's get it, girl. Shake that ass, girl."

Brian had to be drunk to speaking to Lilac like that and smacking her ass the way he did.  She may be a stripper but that doesn't mean people can just talk to her crazy. He forgot he was demanding Carmon's friend like she was a dog. Her friends aren't so friendly to rude guys like that.

"Well, aren't you just a sweetheart. That's going to cost you extra and I'm not even your stripper. That hundred in your hand is just enough."

She took that money out of his hands and continued with a smile on her face "Now, had you stayed patient for what you wanted, you wouldn't have lost 100 dollars like that. I bet you'd like an ass smack."

As soon as she said that, Lilac smacked Brian on the ass so hard he whimpered a bit and went back to his now uninterested bimbo. There was my laugh for the evening. Fierce, hot, and funny just like my baby at home. She makes me miss Carmon so much.

"Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted, Hunter went back home to see his family for a while. I'm here as a special guest stripper. Highly requested and get paid so much more just to walk around and be eye candy. I'll be back with Daisy tomorrow. Now, where is Carmon? I know you aren't here without her."

Her question brought up the thought of what Carmon could possibly be doing right now. Probably snacking on some Nutella and waiting for me to spread it all over her body. Damn, I need to go home.

"Wish it was true but I'm here by myself with...him."

We both looked back at Brian and, apparently, that smack on the ass didn't stop him from having a good time on the dance floor. He was faded as hell, making out with two to three different women, and grabbing on their asses like he wasn't getting married in two months.

Sighing at the man, I went on with a heavy sigh. "Carmon's at home. Probably still in the tub."

"Sounds like you would've had a better time at home."

Tell me about it. See? I told her to make me stay.

Coming to this...orgy of a bachelor party made me see more of Brian that I've never seen. He's changed so much that he doesn't even know who he is anymore. Ever since he's been engaged, the once funny odd ball changed to a cheating no-good bastard. What did Gina do to him?

"Yeah, but Carmon wanted me to go to support him because he's our friend. Doesn't seem like he needs that support right now."

Lilac widened her eyes as we both looked over again at the half-naked ladies dancing all around Brian and drinks were being served to all of them.

"Yeah, but it seems like you do with that long Alaskan bull worm slanging around in your jeans. Go home and put it on Carmon. That guy's not watching. Tell her I sent you back home and you can support him some other way. Seems like these bitches are supporting him for you. The least they could've done was make him pay before all of that," she recommended as she finished her drink by tossing a lemon between her lips and sucking on the juice before munching on it.

Now, I see why they're best friends.

"You don't even have to say a word. Before I make a dash for it, take this. It's for what Brian did to you, for what you've done for our family, and support your family with it. Tell Daisy that Raina misses her."

Writing her a check for a few thousand dollars, my eyes looked up to Lilac's soft hands stopping me from giving her the check.

"Don't worry about it. Just tell Carmon she owes me infinity symbols for that. She'll know what I mean. Go home. I'll see you guys later."

Hell, she was going to take the check whether she wanted it or not. After placing it in the pocket of her see-through skirt, I turned around just to run out of the club and drive myself home.

The entire ride home, my mind was focused on how I could wear Carmon out tonight for making me go out to a party I didn't want to be at. The car sped down the street as my thoughts raged on. The closer I was to the house, the more the thoughts of pounding Carmon against the bathroom sink began to run in my mind. Damn, my dick was hard.

Marching into the house, I stripped down naked as soon the front door flew open. My pipe was so hard it could split a boulder in half. It was hurting but I'm tasting that sweet spot and hitting that ass tonight.

My feet led me up the stairs while cool air hit my naked body. However, my thoughts took over and the cold feeling went away. That turned my body hot and ready to find my woman laying in bed with only a robe on.

Once I opened the room door, my eyes widened in surprise because it was better than I predicted. There she was, a slim thick Carmon, laying naked on the bed with a can of Nutella in her hand. Naked as hell and fine as fuck. The bed was about to get dirty.

"What's got you home so-"

She was interrupted with a jump all over her and my tongue touching the gentle skin on her neck. Just as I thought it would taste. Like a cookie-covered goddess.

"Just as permission was given to go to the party, permission was given to-"

"Trent, I told you-"

Grabbing her hair tightly and sending her hair back, I laid over her exposed body to say "Look, woman. You promised you'd show me a better time when I got home. Here I am from a terrible evening and, somehow, you don't want the pipe?"

Her cheeks grew big and red with her hard smile as her subtle touch fell on my face. I wasn't finished though.

"I want it and want it now. Oh, and Lilac said something about you owing her infinity symbols next time you see her. What does that even mean?"

Biting that desirable lip again, I knew exactly what time it was. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while smiling and grabbing my hair as I continued to give her a hickey on her neck.

"You don't wanna know, baby."

A moan fell from Carmon's lips as she guided me down to her left nipple. Something was telling me that meant sharing her with Lilac and I refused.

I'm like a wolf fighting for its meat. This meal is mine, baby.