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Synopsis: A frustrating, short-lived marriage leads a recent college graduate into his long-time best friend's arms.
Category: Interracial (white male/black female)
The Story:
It was eight months ago today, and it should have been the happiest day of my life. But we all know few thoings go as we plan. I was standing at the altar of my fiancee's church as the music changed to that God-awful wedding jaunt "Here Comes the Bride." Constance, my fiancee, had insisted on it - everything had to be traditional, right down to the bride insisting on every detail being planned to precision. It was making me crazy, and I was just happy to begin married life.
All eyes went immediately to Constance and her elaborate white dress as her father, the church's minister, walked next to her in his minister robe. I locked eyes with her and saw her smile for the first time in what felt like forever. At one point, I almost called things off - thinking back on it, that was the best idea I had since I went to that banquet for young professionals that landed me my first job. But when I told Constance that, she called over her father to smooth things over, and he explained that Constance was a good woman who was just under a lot of pressure from the wedding.
Constance's father took his spot as the officiant, and he went through the usual spiel, eventually reaching the point at which he asks for objections. At that point, I looked around the church, and I locked eyes with my best friend, sitting in the back of the church.
My best friend isn't like most guys' best friends - sure, I have plenty of guy friends, but none as important to me as Raven. Raven and I have been best friends since we were in the first grade. I was pretty awkward as a first-grader, and most of the kids knew each other from kindergarten, making me an outsider. Raven didn't judge me, although other kids gave me hell for being best friends with a girl. I didn't care, though - Raven and I would have died for each other, and nothing could separate me from my friend.
Not that Constance hasn't tried - I love her, and she really is a good woman with a great heart, but she's nothing like me. What can I say, I thought. Opposites attract, and a guy who never went to church growing up is marrying a minister's daughter who doesn't swear, doesn't drink, and won't even kiss me until her father gives me the signal to kiss the bride. I didn't think people like her still existed, but I learned to respect it around her. Then again, when Raven tells me not to be such a hard-ass around her - I still recall her looking at me like I lost my mind, saying, "Just because you can't say 'hell' around your girlfriend doesn't mean you can't say it around me" - I know I need to get Constance to loosen up. I was hoping more time at school with me in Boston would do that, but she turned into a bridezilla before I could get to her.
Miraculously, Raven didn't object, though I know she wanted to - as much as Constance hated Raven, Raven hated Constance even more. I tried talking to Raven on the way in - the usual "be happy for me" talk - but she told me I was too young to get married and she was incredibly uncomfortable. I kind of understood - Constance was from a small town in rural Massachusetts, a universe away from Boston College, where we both attended after growing up in New York City, but Raven had a point - she was the only black person in the church. She always felt as if Constance hated her just because she's black, but Constance never acted like a racist so I begged Raven to let it go for my sake. Raven wasn't happy about losing her best friend to an enemy, but she sucked it up for my sake, and after the ceremony, I thanked her. I should have seen the writing on the wall at that point - Constance actually pulled me away from Raven when she hugged me in the reception line.
When we made our way over to the church reception hall, a former classmate walked up to me and congratulated me and then asked me about Raven. Sensing my confusion, he clarified. "I want to ask Raven to dance."
"Then go ask her to dance when the music starts," I snapped back.
"I just thought since she's your friend, I should ask, you know," he stumbled. Yeah, that won't work, dude.
"Look, she's a grown woman. If she wants to dance with you, she'll dance." I was a little annoyed, but I saw Raven looking at us and sending a few glances his way, so I was sure she'd bite.
"I'm just...nervous," he continues. "Do you see how she looks in that dress? She...damn, she's gorgeous--"
"Brian!" Constance starts in with the sharp scold - of course, she yells at me, not him. Again, she drags me to the head table with no chance to mingle. "If you make a fool out of me, you're in big trouble. Now sit down and shut up or else."
I wasn't sure how much more of Constance's bitchiness I could take, but it would be worth it in a few hours on our wedding night. I didn't dare speak until it was my turn, but at least I got to hear other people get up and make nervous fools of themselves while sneaking in wine and liquor - the church forbids alcohol, but that never stopped any of my friends.
The first speech was Constance's maid of honor, and I felt like sleeping through it. At least I'll get to listen to Raven - my best man agreed to give up his speech to Raven since he knows I'm closer to her, and he also agreed to make this change at the last minute before Constance could veto it.
Constance gave both me and Raven death-stares as she took to the microphone. "So, for those who don't know me, I'm Brian's best friend," she starts. "Since first grade, he's had my back, and I've had his. So it's a little hard for me to see Brian marry someone who, let's be honest, I can't stand." The looks on the crowd's faces was priceless - dropped jaws, a few angry stares, and Constance's father had to be stopped from getting up to take the microphone. "So Constance, take good care of Brian," she chuckles, "or I will."
The more I laughed thinking about Raven's speech, the more upset Constance got. She's my best friend, and I knew she was just kidding. Just because Constance forgot her sense of humor doesn't make the joke any less funny. Besides, the rest of the speeches were snoozers, and it would all be fine after we spent out wedding night together. We had a cabin for our honeymoon somewhere in Vermont, and we were on our way there tonight after we headed out of the reception.
Raven infuriated Constance even more by kissing me on the way out - I told Constance to relax; it was just on the cheek, but she was pretty upset and just wanted to get to the cabin. I tried to cheer her up the whole way there, but she was having none of it.
So finally we got to the cabin, and after we got settled in, I cozied up to her. I started by massaging her shoulders, which loosened her up a bit, but she still seemed kind of upset.
She finally relaxed, and I decided to take the chance to consummate our marriage. I kissed the back of her neck, rubbing her back and reaching for the hooks on her bra. I found it a little discouraging that she didn't respond to my advances, but I continued - I needed this.
After I got the bra undone, I slid it out from under her dress - but at this point, she stopped me and it didn't come out. She told me to stop, and I did.
"Come on!" I shouted. "This is our wedding night. What are you stopping me for?"
"Look," she replied. "If you love me, you'll respect that I'm not ready. I'll have sex with you when I'm comfortable with it." At this point, she stormed into the bathroom and put on the frumpiest pajamas she owned and turned over to sleep. Frustrated, I did the same and thought about the wedding.
My thoughts always returned to Raven's speech - I wondered what she was up to. Probably thinking of a way to kidnap Constance, and at this point, I would welcome it. "Take good care of Brian, or I will," she said. She always loved to crack jokes, that Raven. I wonder how my classmate did with her.
I tried again a couple of nights later, but again, she stopped me. On one hand, we were a married couple and I was right to want sex from her, but on the other hand, she was a virgin and just 22, so I could understand her anxiety. I guess I didn't have that problem, having had a few one-night stands in college, but Constance just seemed uninterested throughout our honeymoon.
The next two months went much the same way, and I got more and more frustrated. I thought again about Raven's speech. "Take good care of Brian, or I will." This time I thought about the look in her eyes, the way she flipped her hair afterward, the dress she had on - dare I say, Raven looked...sexy. This doesn't make sense. Maybe all this time with Constance had made me crazy. Sure, I looked at other women sometimes, but Raven? She's my best friend. Seeing her sexually just didn't make sense. But I thought about it...that dress she had on...damn, her ass looked good in it...how come I never noticed this before?
I finally decided I had to admit it to myself - Raven was fucking gorgeous. No wonder Constance hated Raven; she was jealous. I caught a few looks at her on the dance floor while Constance was busy arguing with her bridesmaids - the way she shook her ass on the floor was incredible. I couldn't believe I never noticed her this this before...although the more mind-blowing thing was that I was actually lusting after my best friend!
I had the day off work, so I called Raven to catch up - the whole time, I wondered what she was wearing, how she looked in it, if she thought about me the way her wedding toast suggested she did. I didn't bring up how rough married life has been, but I wonder if she picked it up anyway.
That night, I started in again on Constance, feeling more aggressive than before. I went straight for the bra, working faster than I ever had, almost not caring how uncomfortable I made her. I knew I needed this so badly, and Constance, as much of a downer as she had been, did have a great body and could be really sweet. I intended to turn her into a bad girl.
I reached to slip her top off and feel her breasts for the first time, imagining what our first time would be like. I felt her seem to get into it as I went for her nipples, remembering my old tricks from one-night stands - hopefully she was sensitive.
"OK, loverboy," she scolded. "Knock it off." What? "Stop touching me."
"This is insane," I exasperated. "When are we going to have sex?"
"When I'm good and ready," she sniped, "and if I'm never ready, you just have to deal with it."
"Either we have sex," I blurted out, "or I'm done."
"You can't!" she demanded. "We're married now, and that's for life." Right. She doesn't believe in divorce - but wait.
"Ha. Try and stop me, bitch." I was pissed.
"Watch your mouth!" she fired back.
"Whatever, bitch. I'm out of here."
"Why don't you go back to that-that-harlot Raven?" And to think I'd considered it. "That's what you really want, isn't it? Here. I'll call her for you and you can go have...AAAAAAAGH!"
In a fit of rage, she took my phone and went through it - predictably she found my earlier call to Raven. "Twelve minutes on the call with her," she screamed. "Why don't you call her again?" She dialed the number and put it on speaker while I stood there with a puzzled look and my hands in my pockets.
Raven answered. "Why don't you come get your lover, harlot?"
"The fuck?" she answered. "Constance, have you lost your damn mind?"
"Watch your mouth, harlot!" she shouted.
"Why don't you just call me a whore like a real woman?" she snapped back. "What's your damn problem, Constance? You jealous or something? You wish you had a body like mine?"
"Are you hearing this, Brian?" shouted my angry wife. "Tell this woman you're done with this-this friendship you claim to have with her! Maybe she'll sleep with you or someth--"
"Fuck you, Constance!" I shouted, throwing my hands up. I could hear Raven laughing. "Fuck you, and fuck your stupid-ass church you use as excuse not to have sex with me! I'm finished with this sham of a marriage!"
"No! You're staying right here if I have to call myfather to sit you down and make you stay!"
"Well go ahead and call him, bitch! I'm out of here!" Packing a bag full of clothes as I argue with her - the shouting goes on for a few minutes as I stuff my things into a suitcase, not even bothering to get everything.
"I'll fight this! I'll fight it in court! You're violating my rights!" At this point, I'm laughing too hard to argue back. I take my phone and walk out the door, checking myself into a hotel just outside Boston.
Shortly after check-in, I get a knock at the door, wondering who the hell is knocking on my hotel room door this late - is something wrong with the room? What the hell. I get up and answer the door.
Standing before me is Raven with a big,beautiful smile. I look into her beautiful eyes, a wonderful shade of green, as I wrap my arms around her. She kisses me on the cheek as we head into my room, and I told her everything, including how Constance refused to have sex with me.
Within a few minutes, we were laughing and telling stories, almost making me forget my failed marriage. I missed Raven so much. I looked her over in her tight tank top, her cutoff jean shorts, and her gorgeous, flowing hair. As usual, down to her mid-back - curly. Damn, how could I not have noticed the goddess next to me all these years?
"I just don't get it," asked Raven. "What did you see in her anyway? She's so stuck-up, so prim, so damn annoying, nothing like a girl I could picture you with. You know, nothing like...well, I won't say it-"
"Like you?" I asked, half-joking. "I know Constance was jealous of you all, though. Like she though you were trying to steal me. Can you believe that?"
She looked at me in a way I had never seen her look at anyone. "Well, actually...you can't possibly never have thought about it." I looked at her, dumbfounded. "Do you know what it took for me not to object to you marrying that frigid bitch? Now," she grins, "look at me honestly and tell me you haven't thought about you and me."
She had me. I wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but the last time I tried to initiate sex with Constance, I was pretending she was Raven. And now I had the opportunity to fulfill a fantasy I should have had if I hadn't been so blind to it. She was right here, looking so beautiful. Her breasts in that top - so full, so ample, so luscious...I needed this. And, unlike with Constance, I had a chance.
I looked into her eyes, then over her gorgeous body, then back to her. Then I made my move. I kissed her luscious lips. So sweet, so delicious, and so much sexier than Constance's.
Quickly, she kissed back, and soon my tongue touched hers. I don't even think we had thoughts in our heads at that point; all I knew was that I wanted her.
I slid my hands under her tank top and unhooked her bra, freeing her voluptuous breasts. Without skipping a beat, she took my shirt off, and I did the same to her. My bare chest pressed against her gorgeous black breasts, and my hands went for them.
Her breasts were a little bigger than my hands could hold, and she moaned as I played with her erect, chocolate nipples. As I felt her up, I got another tantalizing surprise - she had her nipples pierced. Constance wouldn't even get her ears pierced; Raven had her nipples and her tongue pierced, too.
Her nipples were so sensitive, too - she let me pull on her nipple rings, biting her delicious nipples and making her moan. Softly at first, then a little louder. Her moans were heavenly, and I knew I had missed out on something amazing by ignoring my best friend for so long.
I needed more, though, and as I sucked her nipples, I played with her vibrant hair with one hand and undid her cutoffs with the other. My had slid them down, revealing the tiniest g-string I've ever seen on anyone. Her pussy was trimmed into a barely-there landing strip dyed blond on the edges and very well-maintained. At the same time, she slid my jeans off, and within seconds, we were both naked.
She took my cock in her hands and grinned, asking me how big I was. I wasn't sure, but judging my her grin and lip-lick, it was mine.
I wanted her so badly, so I threw her on the bed face-up and shoved my cock in her face. She took it in her mouth as I spread her gorgeous legs, grabbed onto her ample ass, and licked her pussy like I needed it. She tasted heavenly, indescribably delicious, and all I knew was that I was eating out my best friend while she sucked me and our friendship would never be the same.
I clutched her ass as I tongued her sweet pussy lips - they weren't pierced but I imagined what they would be like if they were - and she licked my shaft and sucked my balls. I was so desperate to please her. I had ignored her for so long, and I needed to make it up to her. I wanted to be hers forever. I needed it.
I slid my tongue into her ass as I lifted it in the air, sliding it between her round, bouncy cheeks. I had never seen an ass as amazing as hers before, so round, so perfect, so sexy in anything. That dress at the wedding - even if she was dancing with someone else, she looked amazing doing it.
I lifted my tongue out of her ass and told her I needed her now. We switched positions and she got on her hands and knees as I got behind her. My cock, standing at attention for my love, slid into her wet pussy easily as I found the right spot with no trouble.
I grabbed onto her gorgeous ass as she shook it for me, her ass in the air as her tits bounced from me pounding her pussy. I fucked her hard and fast, slamming my cock into the deepest parts of her sweet pussy as I felt up her ass.
I had no control of myself at that point - I was a wild man with my wild bitch, pounding her like the whore she longed to be. I squeezed her ass and started spanking it. "Fuck, Brian, slap my ass," she cried out, and I did as she commanded, spanking both cheeks as hard as I could. She bounded her big, round ass as I fucked her mercilessly, and she moaned like she needed this as desperately as I did.
I reached for her long, streaked, full-bodied hair and grabbed a handful of it, pulling on it easily at first but going harder to make her scream. "Is that all you got?" she cried out. "Fuck, I want it hard, bitch! Pull that hair!"
I pulled her head back by her long, sexy hair with one hand, spanked her with the other, and fucked her balls-deep with my throbbing cock. She was mine at this point.
"Who's my bitch?" I shouted.
"I'm your bitch, Brian," she cried out. "I'm your whore. I'm anything you want, baby. Fuck my pussy, baby. Fuck it harder! HARDER BABY!"
I pounded away at her pussy as she started to scream louder and I felt my throbbing cock about to reach orgasm. I sped up, slapping her big ass as hard as I could while she cried out for me to be more rough with her. I sensed her shaking in ecstasy, knowing she was about to climax at the same time as me, and I never wanted anything more.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Raven, fucking yes!" I shouted, not even forming coherent thoughts as I started to cum in her pussy. She moaned even more incoherently as I sensed her reaching orgasm, too. I filled her tight, sexy, black pussy with my hard white cock, not even thinking about the contrast between us that seemed so sexy when I was first feeling her up. I was in ecstasy, and I knew she was, too.
I finished cumming, and her orgasm died down, and finally I fell onto her naked, beautiful body. My cock slid out of her, and I held her in my arms. We kissed sweetly and held each other for a while, with me kissing the back of her neck and her holding my hands and still moaning a satisfied moan.
We got cleaned up and fell asleep in each other's arms without getting dressed, and we woke up the next morning as satisfied as we were the night before. I finally told Raven I loved her, meaning every word, and she told me she loved me back.
We checked out of the hotel, and Raven helped me move out of my apartment and in with her the next day. Constance was furious, but she had her chance. Raven even told her, "Maybe if you fucked your husband, I wouldn't have to. By the way," she said, grinning evilly, "he's mine now. Have a nice life, bitch."
The next day, I started proceedings to annul the marriage, and Constance took over my apartment lease after I threatened to have her evicted if she didn't, Her father predictable tried to save things, but I told him what a frigid bitch his daughter was, and he gave up and voided the marriage within his church. Apparently it didn't do much good, though; last I heard, Constance went crazy and is living in a mental hospital. Poor girl - but I'm glad I got out when I did.
Raven and I are still together, and she's still just as much of a freak as she was the first time. Yesterday she sent me a text of herself while I was at work, and all she had on was the g-string she wore our first night together. I texted her back to come to my office and fucked her right there. I can't wait to see what she does tonight.
End of Story
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Category: Interracial (white male/black female)
The Story:
It was eight months ago today, and it should have been the happiest day of my life. But we all know few thoings go as we plan. I was standing at the altar of my fiancee's church as the music changed to that God-awful wedding jaunt "Here Comes the Bride." Constance, my fiancee, had insisted on it - everything had to be traditional, right down to the bride insisting on every detail being planned to precision. It was making me crazy, and I was just happy to begin married life.
All eyes went immediately to Constance and her elaborate white dress as her father, the church's minister, walked next to her in his minister robe. I locked eyes with her and saw her smile for the first time in what felt like forever. At one point, I almost called things off - thinking back on it, that was the best idea I had since I went to that banquet for young professionals that landed me my first job. But when I told Constance that, she called over her father to smooth things over, and he explained that Constance was a good woman who was just under a lot of pressure from the wedding.
Constance's father took his spot as the officiant, and he went through the usual spiel, eventually reaching the point at which he asks for objections. At that point, I looked around the church, and I locked eyes with my best friend, sitting in the back of the church.
My best friend isn't like most guys' best friends - sure, I have plenty of guy friends, but none as important to me as Raven. Raven and I have been best friends since we were in the first grade. I was pretty awkward as a first-grader, and most of the kids knew each other from kindergarten, making me an outsider. Raven didn't judge me, although other kids gave me hell for being best friends with a girl. I didn't care, though - Raven and I would have died for each other, and nothing could separate me from my friend.
Not that Constance hasn't tried - I love her, and she really is a good woman with a great heart, but she's nothing like me. What can I say, I thought. Opposites attract, and a guy who never went to church growing up is marrying a minister's daughter who doesn't swear, doesn't drink, and won't even kiss me until her father gives me the signal to kiss the bride. I didn't think people like her still existed, but I learned to respect it around her. Then again, when Raven tells me not to be such a hard-ass around her - I still recall her looking at me like I lost my mind, saying, "Just because you can't say 'hell' around your girlfriend doesn't mean you can't say it around me" - I know I need to get Constance to loosen up. I was hoping more time at school with me in Boston would do that, but she turned into a bridezilla before I could get to her.
Miraculously, Raven didn't object, though I know she wanted to - as much as Constance hated Raven, Raven hated Constance even more. I tried talking to Raven on the way in - the usual "be happy for me" talk - but she told me I was too young to get married and she was incredibly uncomfortable. I kind of understood - Constance was from a small town in rural Massachusetts, a universe away from Boston College, where we both attended after growing up in New York City, but Raven had a point - she was the only black person in the church. She always felt as if Constance hated her just because she's black, but Constance never acted like a racist so I begged Raven to let it go for my sake. Raven wasn't happy about losing her best friend to an enemy, but she sucked it up for my sake, and after the ceremony, I thanked her. I should have seen the writing on the wall at that point - Constance actually pulled me away from Raven when she hugged me in the reception line.
When we made our way over to the church reception hall, a former classmate walked up to me and congratulated me and then asked me about Raven. Sensing my confusion, he clarified. "I want to ask Raven to dance."
"Then go ask her to dance when the music starts," I snapped back.
"I just thought since she's your friend, I should ask, you know," he stumbled. Yeah, that won't work, dude.
"Look, she's a grown woman. If she wants to dance with you, she'll dance." I was a little annoyed, but I saw Raven looking at us and sending a few glances his way, so I was sure she'd bite.
"I'm just...nervous," he continues. "Do you see how she looks in that dress? She...damn, she's gorgeous--"
"Brian!" Constance starts in with the sharp scold - of course, she yells at me, not him. Again, she drags me to the head table with no chance to mingle. "If you make a fool out of me, you're in big trouble. Now sit down and shut up or else."
I wasn't sure how much more of Constance's bitchiness I could take, but it would be worth it in a few hours on our wedding night. I didn't dare speak until it was my turn, but at least I got to hear other people get up and make nervous fools of themselves while sneaking in wine and liquor - the church forbids alcohol, but that never stopped any of my friends.
The first speech was Constance's maid of honor, and I felt like sleeping through it. At least I'll get to listen to Raven - my best man agreed to give up his speech to Raven since he knows I'm closer to her, and he also agreed to make this change at the last minute before Constance could veto it.
Constance gave both me and Raven death-stares as she took to the microphone. "So, for those who don't know me, I'm Brian's best friend," she starts. "Since first grade, he's had my back, and I've had his. So it's a little hard for me to see Brian marry someone who, let's be honest, I can't stand." The looks on the crowd's faces was priceless - dropped jaws, a few angry stares, and Constance's father had to be stopped from getting up to take the microphone. "So Constance, take good care of Brian," she chuckles, "or I will."
The more I laughed thinking about Raven's speech, the more upset Constance got. She's my best friend, and I knew she was just kidding. Just because Constance forgot her sense of humor doesn't make the joke any less funny. Besides, the rest of the speeches were snoozers, and it would all be fine after we spent out wedding night together. We had a cabin for our honeymoon somewhere in Vermont, and we were on our way there tonight after we headed out of the reception.
Raven infuriated Constance even more by kissing me on the way out - I told Constance to relax; it was just on the cheek, but she was pretty upset and just wanted to get to the cabin. I tried to cheer her up the whole way there, but she was having none of it.
So finally we got to the cabin, and after we got settled in, I cozied up to her. I started by massaging her shoulders, which loosened her up a bit, but she still seemed kind of upset.
She finally relaxed, and I decided to take the chance to consummate our marriage. I kissed the back of her neck, rubbing her back and reaching for the hooks on her bra. I found it a little discouraging that she didn't respond to my advances, but I continued - I needed this.
After I got the bra undone, I slid it out from under her dress - but at this point, she stopped me and it didn't come out. She told me to stop, and I did.
"Come on!" I shouted. "This is our wedding night. What are you stopping me for?"
"Look," she replied. "If you love me, you'll respect that I'm not ready. I'll have sex with you when I'm comfortable with it." At this point, she stormed into the bathroom and put on the frumpiest pajamas she owned and turned over to sleep. Frustrated, I did the same and thought about the wedding.
My thoughts always returned to Raven's speech - I wondered what she was up to. Probably thinking of a way to kidnap Constance, and at this point, I would welcome it. "Take good care of Brian, or I will," she said. She always loved to crack jokes, that Raven. I wonder how my classmate did with her.
I tried again a couple of nights later, but again, she stopped me. On one hand, we were a married couple and I was right to want sex from her, but on the other hand, she was a virgin and just 22, so I could understand her anxiety. I guess I didn't have that problem, having had a few one-night stands in college, but Constance just seemed uninterested throughout our honeymoon.
The next two months went much the same way, and I got more and more frustrated. I thought again about Raven's speech. "Take good care of Brian, or I will." This time I thought about the look in her eyes, the way she flipped her hair afterward, the dress she had on - dare I say, Raven looked...sexy. This doesn't make sense. Maybe all this time with Constance had made me crazy. Sure, I looked at other women sometimes, but Raven? She's my best friend. Seeing her sexually just didn't make sense. But I thought about it...that dress she had on...damn, her ass looked good in it...how come I never noticed this before?
I finally decided I had to admit it to myself - Raven was fucking gorgeous. No wonder Constance hated Raven; she was jealous. I caught a few looks at her on the dance floor while Constance was busy arguing with her bridesmaids - the way she shook her ass on the floor was incredible. I couldn't believe I never noticed her this this before...although the more mind-blowing thing was that I was actually lusting after my best friend!
I had the day off work, so I called Raven to catch up - the whole time, I wondered what she was wearing, how she looked in it, if she thought about me the way her wedding toast suggested she did. I didn't bring up how rough married life has been, but I wonder if she picked it up anyway.
That night, I started in again on Constance, feeling more aggressive than before. I went straight for the bra, working faster than I ever had, almost not caring how uncomfortable I made her. I knew I needed this so badly, and Constance, as much of a downer as she had been, did have a great body and could be really sweet. I intended to turn her into a bad girl.
I reached to slip her top off and feel her breasts for the first time, imagining what our first time would be like. I felt her seem to get into it as I went for her nipples, remembering my old tricks from one-night stands - hopefully she was sensitive.
"OK, loverboy," she scolded. "Knock it off." What? "Stop touching me."
"This is insane," I exasperated. "When are we going to have sex?"
"When I'm good and ready," she sniped, "and if I'm never ready, you just have to deal with it."
"Either we have sex," I blurted out, "or I'm done."
"You can't!" she demanded. "We're married now, and that's for life." Right. She doesn't believe in divorce - but wait.
"Ha. Try and stop me, bitch." I was pissed.
"Watch your mouth!" she fired back.
"Whatever, bitch. I'm out of here."
"Why don't you go back to that-that-harlot Raven?" And to think I'd considered it. "That's what you really want, isn't it? Here. I'll call her for you and you can go have...AAAAAAAGH!"
In a fit of rage, she took my phone and went through it - predictably she found my earlier call to Raven. "Twelve minutes on the call with her," she screamed. "Why don't you call her again?" She dialed the number and put it on speaker while I stood there with a puzzled look and my hands in my pockets.
Raven answered. "Why don't you come get your lover, harlot?"
"The fuck?" she answered. "Constance, have you lost your damn mind?"
"Watch your mouth, harlot!" she shouted.
"Why don't you just call me a whore like a real woman?" she snapped back. "What's your damn problem, Constance? You jealous or something? You wish you had a body like mine?"
"Are you hearing this, Brian?" shouted my angry wife. "Tell this woman you're done with this-this friendship you claim to have with her! Maybe she'll sleep with you or someth--"
"Fuck you, Constance!" I shouted, throwing my hands up. I could hear Raven laughing. "Fuck you, and fuck your stupid-ass church you use as excuse not to have sex with me! I'm finished with this sham of a marriage!"
"No! You're staying right here if I have to call myfather to sit you down and make you stay!"
"Well go ahead and call him, bitch! I'm out of here!" Packing a bag full of clothes as I argue with her - the shouting goes on for a few minutes as I stuff my things into a suitcase, not even bothering to get everything.
"I'll fight this! I'll fight it in court! You're violating my rights!" At this point, I'm laughing too hard to argue back. I take my phone and walk out the door, checking myself into a hotel just outside Boston.
Shortly after check-in, I get a knock at the door, wondering who the hell is knocking on my hotel room door this late - is something wrong with the room? What the hell. I get up and answer the door.
Standing before me is Raven with a big,beautiful smile. I look into her beautiful eyes, a wonderful shade of green, as I wrap my arms around her. She kisses me on the cheek as we head into my room, and I told her everything, including how Constance refused to have sex with me.
Within a few minutes, we were laughing and telling stories, almost making me forget my failed marriage. I missed Raven so much. I looked her over in her tight tank top, her cutoff jean shorts, and her gorgeous, flowing hair. As usual, down to her mid-back - curly. Damn, how could I not have noticed the goddess next to me all these years?
"I just don't get it," asked Raven. "What did you see in her anyway? She's so stuck-up, so prim, so damn annoying, nothing like a girl I could picture you with. You know, nothing like...well, I won't say it-"
"Like you?" I asked, half-joking. "I know Constance was jealous of you all, though. Like she though you were trying to steal me. Can you believe that?"
She looked at me in a way I had never seen her look at anyone. "Well, actually...you can't possibly never have thought about it." I looked at her, dumbfounded. "Do you know what it took for me not to object to you marrying that frigid bitch? Now," she grins, "look at me honestly and tell me you haven't thought about you and me."
She had me. I wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but the last time I tried to initiate sex with Constance, I was pretending she was Raven. And now I had the opportunity to fulfill a fantasy I should have had if I hadn't been so blind to it. She was right here, looking so beautiful. Her breasts in that top - so full, so ample, so luscious...I needed this. And, unlike with Constance, I had a chance.
I looked into her eyes, then over her gorgeous body, then back to her. Then I made my move. I kissed her luscious lips. So sweet, so delicious, and so much sexier than Constance's.
Quickly, she kissed back, and soon my tongue touched hers. I don't even think we had thoughts in our heads at that point; all I knew was that I wanted her.
I slid my hands under her tank top and unhooked her bra, freeing her voluptuous breasts. Without skipping a beat, she took my shirt off, and I did the same to her. My bare chest pressed against her gorgeous black breasts, and my hands went for them.
Her breasts were a little bigger than my hands could hold, and she moaned as I played with her erect, chocolate nipples. As I felt her up, I got another tantalizing surprise - she had her nipples pierced. Constance wouldn't even get her ears pierced; Raven had her nipples and her tongue pierced, too.
Her nipples were so sensitive, too - she let me pull on her nipple rings, biting her delicious nipples and making her moan. Softly at first, then a little louder. Her moans were heavenly, and I knew I had missed out on something amazing by ignoring my best friend for so long.
I needed more, though, and as I sucked her nipples, I played with her vibrant hair with one hand and undid her cutoffs with the other. My had slid them down, revealing the tiniest g-string I've ever seen on anyone. Her pussy was trimmed into a barely-there landing strip dyed blond on the edges and very well-maintained. At the same time, she slid my jeans off, and within seconds, we were both naked.
She took my cock in her hands and grinned, asking me how big I was. I wasn't sure, but judging my her grin and lip-lick, it was mine.
I wanted her so badly, so I threw her on the bed face-up and shoved my cock in her face. She took it in her mouth as I spread her gorgeous legs, grabbed onto her ample ass, and licked her pussy like I needed it. She tasted heavenly, indescribably delicious, and all I knew was that I was eating out my best friend while she sucked me and our friendship would never be the same.
I clutched her ass as I tongued her sweet pussy lips - they weren't pierced but I imagined what they would be like if they were - and she licked my shaft and sucked my balls. I was so desperate to please her. I had ignored her for so long, and I needed to make it up to her. I wanted to be hers forever. I needed it.
I slid my tongue into her ass as I lifted it in the air, sliding it between her round, bouncy cheeks. I had never seen an ass as amazing as hers before, so round, so perfect, so sexy in anything. That dress at the wedding - even if she was dancing with someone else, she looked amazing doing it.
I lifted my tongue out of her ass and told her I needed her now. We switched positions and she got on her hands and knees as I got behind her. My cock, standing at attention for my love, slid into her wet pussy easily as I found the right spot with no trouble.
I grabbed onto her gorgeous ass as she shook it for me, her ass in the air as her tits bounced from me pounding her pussy. I fucked her hard and fast, slamming my cock into the deepest parts of her sweet pussy as I felt up her ass.
I had no control of myself at that point - I was a wild man with my wild bitch, pounding her like the whore she longed to be. I squeezed her ass and started spanking it. "Fuck, Brian, slap my ass," she cried out, and I did as she commanded, spanking both cheeks as hard as I could. She bounded her big, round ass as I fucked her mercilessly, and she moaned like she needed this as desperately as I did.
I reached for her long, streaked, full-bodied hair and grabbed a handful of it, pulling on it easily at first but going harder to make her scream. "Is that all you got?" she cried out. "Fuck, I want it hard, bitch! Pull that hair!"
I pulled her head back by her long, sexy hair with one hand, spanked her with the other, and fucked her balls-deep with my throbbing cock. She was mine at this point.
"Who's my bitch?" I shouted.
"I'm your bitch, Brian," she cried out. "I'm your whore. I'm anything you want, baby. Fuck my pussy, baby. Fuck it harder! HARDER BABY!"
I pounded away at her pussy as she started to scream louder and I felt my throbbing cock about to reach orgasm. I sped up, slapping her big ass as hard as I could while she cried out for me to be more rough with her. I sensed her shaking in ecstasy, knowing she was about to climax at the same time as me, and I never wanted anything more.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Raven, fucking yes!" I shouted, not even forming coherent thoughts as I started to cum in her pussy. She moaned even more incoherently as I sensed her reaching orgasm, too. I filled her tight, sexy, black pussy with my hard white cock, not even thinking about the contrast between us that seemed so sexy when I was first feeling her up. I was in ecstasy, and I knew she was, too.
I finished cumming, and her orgasm died down, and finally I fell onto her naked, beautiful body. My cock slid out of her, and I held her in my arms. We kissed sweetly and held each other for a while, with me kissing the back of her neck and her holding my hands and still moaning a satisfied moan.
We got cleaned up and fell asleep in each other's arms without getting dressed, and we woke up the next morning as satisfied as we were the night before. I finally told Raven I loved her, meaning every word, and she told me she loved me back.
We checked out of the hotel, and Raven helped me move out of my apartment and in with her the next day. Constance was furious, but she had her chance. Raven even told her, "Maybe if you fucked your husband, I wouldn't have to. By the way," she said, grinning evilly, "he's mine now. Have a nice life, bitch."
The next day, I started proceedings to annul the marriage, and Constance took over my apartment lease after I threatened to have her evicted if she didn't, Her father predictable tried to save things, but I told him what a frigid bitch his daughter was, and he gave up and voided the marriage within his church. Apparently it didn't do much good, though; last I heard, Constance went crazy and is living in a mental hospital. Poor girl - but I'm glad I got out when I did.
Raven and I are still together, and she's still just as much of a freak as she was the first time. Yesterday she sent me a text of herself while I was at work, and all she had on was the g-string she wore our first night together. I texted her back to come to my office and fucked her right there. I can't wait to see what she does tonight.
End of Story
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