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It was Wednesday and we had only been in Bordeaux for about sixteen hours for the wedding on Saturday when my mother and I had a heart. She raved on about how proud of me she was and how I was able to handle the situation. She obviously did not know everything. She once again expressed her reservations around me marrying Denise after all that happened but respected my decision and prayed for me. I was confident that even though Denise had lost a lot of respect and trust in the eyes of my mother, my biggest fan, she would regain it as the time went by.

Something had stuck with me around the birth control incident. Why was she using it? From the time of the incident till now, it would have been about eight months since she last had sex with me and up until the night she came over just a short while back, we actually hadn’t had sex. So who was she using it for? When I asked her if she had been with or was with anyone during our time apart, she said no and I knew she was lying, I saw it in her eyes. I didn’t know exactly what part she was lying about but I knew she was lying about something and I was going to find out what. I just had to be sure. They say “Once bitten, twice shy” and so I put my cousin Lisa on the case. Lisa was a detective, well, without the certification. She could find dirt on anyone if she wanted to. She’s that girlfriend that a man can never cheat on because she would catch him and most likely kill him but she’s also the same one that a man can never fully commit to because she has some element of crazy to her. We all have at least one friend like that. One that we are glad is a friend of ours and not an enemy.

Everything was going smoothly. Friends flying in, the setup was looking nice and we were all at the rehearsal dinner. My grandfather was present, a handful of people were arriving very early the next day. Our wedding venue was in the city center; the perfect location. It was a 5 minute walk from the hotel we were all lodged in and a 15 minute shuttle ride from the airport. Everyone was finding their way in. I remember glancing down the table at the 30+ people seated and feeling blessed. I looked at my wife to be and flashed back out college days, our struggle days, our “perfect” days, our petty fights, the name calling, the doubt, the determination, the hope, the fear and all I could clearly see was the love and our future together. I remember the final toast being made by Chris, my step brother that lived in the same city as me but we barely talked. We had grown up together when his father married my mother. Chris and I are only 4 months apart and I’m the older one. Our relationship was never the smoothest but it was cordial and respectful, for the most part. “I wish you Damien a happy home and Denise, I hope he can continue to satisfy you” Chris said as he closed out his toast to a few awkward glances. That statement did not seem to make perfect sense to me but it did to Lisa. I looked over to her and her eyes had lit up! She had figured something out.

I soon received a short text message from Lisa reading “Update after dinner”. I was nervous and curious to know what she knew. A few hours later, after some storytelling and reminiscing on memories, we all disappeared into our various rooms. The kids shared a suite with Liv, my only aunt with no children but she absolutely amazing with children. I adore her. The “single and soon to be married” cousins shared another suite together. Denise had her suite with Rachel and I had mine with my younger brother Julian. After making sure everyone got in safely, it was almost 2am when Lisa and I finally got a chance to talk and she basically told me that she was not sure about me going ahead with the wedding. I was shocked. After coming this far? No! This wedding had to happen. Our parents pretty much paid for the entire thing, we could not let them down, it was going to happen. Lisa would let me know that she felt strongly that Denise was not being completely straight with me. I doubted Lisa but I could never be a hundred percent sure especially given what had happened not too long ago. So I did what I felt was best, marched over to Denise’s room and knocked. She opened. I remember saying something along the lines of “you’re not in your wedding dress yet, so technically I can still see you before the ceremony”. She laughed and said “yes, you can”. I then became very serious; I looked her in the eye and said “Dee (as I fondly called her), this is it. This is our moment. We had waited and been through so much for this moment. Is there anything that could hinder our union in a few hours?” She looked startled. I continued. “Anything in the past, anything at all that you might have said or not said before?” At this point, I figured she had sensed I knew something, she bowed her head and then looked up at me and slowly said “baby, there is absolutely nothing to worry about”. I breathed a sigh of relief, pulled her in for a hug and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight my love” I said.

“I can’t wait to make you the happiest woman in the world starting later today” I added. She smiled and said “me too” as I walked off. I was happy. I didn’t care what Lisa might have “thought” she found, I just asked Denise and her answer was enough for me to go by. As I walked down the hotel lobby, I called Lisa to let her know that I had asked Denise and everything was fine, I heard the elevator door open and someone that sounded like a man begin to walk out but very quickly rushed back into the elevator and pressed the button to close it. It now in hindsight seemed odd but then, I just figured someone must have gotten off on the wrong floor.

When I returned to my room, my brother was already asleep in his room and I quietly made my way to mine. I was just thinking of the great things my union with Denise would bring forth like kids and a family of my own when I got a text message asking me to open a Dropbox message. I was wide awake so why not, I watched one more electric slide video on YouTube to be absolutely sure I would get it right later that day while the video downloaded. I opened the file and clicked play and I was in shock. Tears streamed down my face as I watched the video my wife to be open her hotel room and passionately kiss him. He came in and said “I always win” with a grin on his face. One that I was forced to watch all my life growing up with him; it was my brother Chris. Words could not express the anger, pain, hurt and disbelief I was feeling, I watched them passionately kiss their way into her room, the video would then lose picture but kept sound as my step brother in my wedding party and my wife to be in a few hours made crazy sex. I felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest and taunted me with it as it burned on a stake. Why?!?!?! I yelled out in tears and pain!

I got up ready to go and kill them both but as I opened my door, there stood Rachel. She knew why she sent the video and why she was standing there. She smiled and said “settle the score?” I pulled her in and carried her to my room. Safe to say that if it was possible to physically break a woman lovebox I might have broken hers that night, I let it all out. Like a savage, I ravaged her body exploring every inch of it. Scratch marks, bite marks, moans that potentially woke up everyone on my floor. With every thrust into her I searched for more, like a philosopher for truth, a scientist for a cancer cure. Rachel was willing; she knew I needed her to just be at that point. No words needed to be said. We just fucked. And we fucked hard. I fucked her like it was the last time I would be allowed to have sex, like it was a long overdue conjugal visit. Her body took it all. I slumped into the bed once we were done and wept like a baby in her arms, she said nothing. Nothing needed to be said. The sex we just had was amazing, for aggression but it was pointless in the grand scheme of things, I could not love again. I would not love again or trust again. I was a broken man. Unfortunately, Denise had broken me again and this time for good and beyond repair.

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She looked gorgeous as she walked down the aisle towards me in her Vera Wang dress. She was indeed a beautiful woman. I smiled. Rachel was just as beautiful in her role as maid of honor. I had been staring at her for the past twenty minutes. I was very calm and collected considering the events of only a few hours ago. Everyone looked beautiful and well represented, I felt honored and sad because I knew something like this would never happen again. I glanced behind me to my groomsmen and my eyes met Chris’, he smiled and gave me thumbs up, I smiled back. I remembered our conversation about thirty minutes prior to the ceremony starting where he urged me to marry Denise and stay faithful to her, to be a real man and protect her. Ironic isn’t it? He was ravaging her body and still trying to convince me to marry her. What a cold world.

It was all making sense to me now. Denise was the girl. The girl Chris reported hates me for. The girl he kept mentioning in a drunken rant a few years before at Easter that I had stolen from him. The love of his life but he never mentioned her name. Back then, if he had, I probably would have let them be and left her alone but as Lisa would tell me, they had been meeting up occasionally over the last 3 years and having sex. This was Chris’ way of getting back at me. He wasn’t going to marry Denise anymore, after her cheating on me? Never. But he would ruin the chances of me being happy with her as revenge for “taking” her from him. He had introduced us but never said anything else. He was a player and had many girls; he even had his girlfriend there when he introduced me to Denise so I never thought they were something. Chris had always hated my guts I felt. I was better at school and financially. He was better at getting women but it never lasted. We had our differences but I loved my brother but my own brother went to great lengths to ruin my life and I could only smile.

The reverend father was preaching his sermon on the sanctity of marriage and how we needed to love each other whole heartedly. I could only smile at how much he was wasting his time.

I was waiting, patiently waiting for this to be over. For my own moment, my time to define things. And then it happened I snapped back into reality as the father asked me, “Do you, Damien take Denise to be your lawfully wedded wife?” I leaned into the microphone in a city center with 300+ people and as slowly as possible with a grin on my face said “I don’t.”

Gasps. Sighs of relief. Disbelief. I looked at Denise and slowly repeated it to avoid any confusion “I don’t” I slowly said again. I smiled at her as she dropped to her knees in tears and I walked off. Giving a quick glance to my mother who had a confused but appreciative smile in the front row, I undid my tie and threw it to the ground as I strolled on. That was the cue for the video to start playing on the street advertising billboard and into the ceremony speakers. Everyone could see what Denise and Chris had done. I heard they looked like the ground should open up and swallow them. The whole video played, every single second of it with great thanks to my cousin Lisa. Their lives were ruined just as my heart was crushed. I started the 1937 Citroen and drove off. Everyone was in a state of shock except my parents and siblings who I just debriefed early that morning. What had just happened? Did the groom just walk out of his own wedding? Well, yes I did.

I made my way to my vantage point on the hill about a mile away from the venue in a coffee shop, I sat myself outside while I watched all the guests leave slowly with confused looks on their faces. I felt sorry for them because they missed what would have been a great party and some amazing cake! Chris had left, possibly to check out and jet back to Seattle. Denise was still crying on the floor being consoled by the food caterers for the day. I was watching it all unfold when my phone started to ring, it was Rachel. Just then waitress came up and asked me what kind of coffee I would like to drink, “Can I get a Pot of the Ethiopian Beans?”  For a quick second, everything that had happened flashed in front of my eyes; I shook my head, relaxed back into my seat and smiled.

This life is just a…. Well, I’m pretty sure you know the rest.

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Denise, my ex fiancée and I had met up about two weeks ago over dinner to hear her explain her story. Going in, I wasn’t exactly sure how being under their fiancé’s “good friend” in a bed having sex could be explainable but she was willing to pay for dinner so I obliged. Hey! It’s free food. Everyone loves free food, right?!

Denise blamed the devil; took responsibility but seemed to push a bit of the fault on to me too. Kind of asked to be forgiven, also slightly suggested all was not done for us. Basically all the normal things someone says when they have been caught cheating or in the wrong in a relationship. I did a lot of reflective and active listening all night; I nodded, smiled and said very little all night. The bread was really good though. I remember going home cursing myself because I could feel myself starting to forgive her, start to imagine life with her. After all, the wedding had not been “officially” cancelled. Much of everything for the wedding had been paid already. Was this something I could look past and forgive her? Did I really w ant to spend the rest of my life without the love of my life? I remember asking myself. Tough questions, tougher times.

Denise and I first met when she was in Grad school. We met at birthday dinner for my brother. She was with her friend, Rachel. Yes, same one. No comment. She looked extremely beautiful. And I was unfit and, frankly, fat, so I second guessed myself and ended up not talking to her that night. A few months later I was privileged to run into her again at another event, a baby shower. You can say we hit it off and at the end of the night I remember asking for her number and she joked about not giving it to me. I knew I wanted her.

Of recent I have been hearing the saying on how a guy can tell whether he wants to be with a girl long term or not from the first few minutes of meeting her. Well, I couldn’t say that for the first meeting but the first time we talked, I knew she was it. Not necessarily the one but one of the ones. We all have various “The Ones” right? For some of us, every person we are with could be “The One” but I digress. Denise was beautiful; chocolate skin, standing at about 5’6’ to my 6’1. It was perfect. Her smile was, and still very much is, perfection. It lights up every room. She’s fluent in French and is a lawyer for the local school district, hardworking and driven even being from a wealthy family. The things I fell in love with her for were very simple things. Our initial dates, bar the first one, were very simple and mostly free. The bond we would later share were formed over things considered cliché but very special. I hold in high regard our fourth date where I made dinner for her at my apartment. We just ate, watched YouTube videos and eventually ended up on the roof watching the full moon. I have since developed a love for writing my tales under the moonlight.

We had our fair share of arguments and both very stubborn people, more so me, than her. I always seemed to want to be right or thought I was always right and it would occasionally cause tension between us. We grew and became stronger individuals and a more cohesive unit. The confidence in that unit led us down the path of the marriage and though, like every guy, I was terrified about spending my entire life with one person and leaving all my “sides”, I knew I wanted to take that chance and explore my entire future with her. I moved much closer to her job from previously living a full hour and half away from her to currently twenty five minutes, I stopped eating my favorite jalapeno burgers because she wanted me to eat healthy. I made big changes and so everything that happened recently only served to further annoy me but I guess such is life.

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At the last dinner party I went to, everything was awkward. People seemed to be very nice to me for all that I had been through and simply polite to my ex Denise. I knew that in the place of social standing amongst my friends, I was the wounded cat and she had lost all the respect most of them had for her. Now, not all of my friends are saints and some at this very dinner were actively cheating on their partners or venturing through their “hoe” phases. We all knew we sinned and fell short of moral standards but it was just a case of “innocent until caught or exposed”.

I watched her from the corner of my eye as she carefully navigated through the night as best as she could, trying to avoid awkwardness. We did not say hi to each other at the dinner party, mostly because I didn’t want to in front of all the people present. I really did not want them to know much of what was going on. I am a firm believer in having people know of you but not about you and so the details of my relationship, good or bad, were mostly kept to ourselves. The part about her cheating on me with my friend did not even get out through either one of us. Kelvin did that all by himself, I wasn’t very surprised and as perfectly said by an award winning artist “niggas talk more than bitches these days”.

Denise left very early and I felt kind of bad about it. I wanted to go and help her feel better but I knew I couldn’t. These past few weeks must have been tough even if she did bring it upon herself. I wanted to fix it because of the love I had for her, but I had so much under lying anger also.

What she did to me was inconceivable especially after we had gotten to the point of marriage! I remember had various “slip ups” as we got together but I never actually cheated on her during our time together. Why? That had been my favorite question the past few weeks. I had things I needed to figure out, I needed answers. She had said a lot at dinner without saying much. She had explained why she felt she cheated and why it had to be with my friend Kelvin. I frankly wasn’t really paying attention as she seemed to make excuse after excuse but also because of the bread. I did tell you how good it was right? Warm as if freshly baked and all, I was glad. I heard most of the important things like, it was because she panicked about being tied down and Kelvin was convenient and because he had been coming on to her. I heard but I did not feel it was still enough reason to sleep with him but who was I to judge, right? I had just fucked her friend in revenge.  I remember leaving dinner with her that night asking for space and time to think. We tentatively had a wedding coming up in five months. “Let’s see how things play” I said to her as I left that night.

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The leaves were growing, flowers blooming and there was sunshine, however little we got. It was spring time in Seattle. I had spent a lot of these past few months self-reflecting, reading, writing and growing as a man. After all, I was about to be married in a short while.

Denise and I had been working things out. Rachel had been shelved to the corner a bit after that nonsense of her asking me to “make us a thing”. These “side” males and females stay wanting full partner privileges like you in a relationship or something. I told her to kindly miss me with that mess.  We would occasionally meet up in the past few weeks and “catch up” with sex but she knew that once Denise was coming back into the picture, I was focused and my heart was truly only on her. My penis, though, I couldn’t say the same for. I still had trust issues but Denise and I were working things out slowly and we had agreed to go through with the wedding as long as we had counseling. I genuinely felt like we could do it and I was very optimistic. Finger food dates, picking out the cake, dance lessons and all that “boring” stuff were what my last few weeks had been about. I was about to be a married man. I had felt like Denise and I going through what was our big test… the one couples mostly go through after being married but I felt we were somewhat “privileged” to have the opportunity to experience this hurt now before I tied myself down for the rest of my life and I was able to confirm that Denise and I were it. We were the couple people looked up to. The couple people wanted to be like. I knew she was the one for me and I wanted her, and only her, for the rest of my life.

I was starting to feel that confidence again, that sense of security in our relationship, I knew that it would take time to get back to where our trust was pre the incident, but I was confident in the progress we had been making. I was craving more and more of her and I noticed she was doing more to win my heart over. I could not complain. I remember one Friday night while I was working late, I received a message from Denise asking me what I was doing. I responded that I was finishing up some work and was looking forward to heading home and crashing. She responded with her usual “Sorry babe. I know you’ve had a long week. Go home and rest”, which was exactly what I had planned to do. So I had come back from work on this Friday night knowing that I was going to be bored all night till fell asleep, which was usually around 2am in the morning. I hadn’t made any plans for the night or for the weekend.  I walked into my apartment, opened the fridge and was looking for something to eat. I took out some leftovers and as much as I hated leftovers, I was going to eat them because I was that tired and I wanted to just eat and go to sleep. I set the food on the counter and then went up to my room and hit the showers. I got done and came back out to eat … it turns out I was going to be eating something else. I suddenly heard my phone buzz and it was Denise, she told me that she was coming by to say hi as she headed to her friend’s house the next city over.  Ten minutes later she showed up with an overall coat on with it buttoned up and she let me know that it has been cold all the way up to my place. She asked me to get her a sweater so I ran upstairs and I’m guessing she then snuck out and got some wine with 2 glasses and set them out. “What’s going on?” I asked with a curious smile on my face. She gently said “Nothing babe”. We started drinking and it was just nice to have her there, just like old times.. As I started to get “high” after my fourth glass and our second bottle, she got up and dropped the coat. Under the coat, there was absolutely no clothing. Nothing; and I’m like “shit”! She started by asking me if I liked what I saw and I responded affirmatively. Oh yes! I fucking did! She started dancing for me and she knew how much I loved my own private show. Every woman should be her man’s private porn star. She was winding her body in her birthday suit and high heels, grinding on me and making me mad because I wasn’t allowed to touch and it was making my member very hard. I wanted to touch but she was strict about me not touching her, smacking my hands as I tried. She was fulfilling my dream of her taking control of me sometimes. She then dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts off. She started playing with my package and sucking on it and fuck!! I had to say, she handles my member better than anyone else!!! Then she walked away heading to my bedroom and motioned for me to follow her by signaling with one finger and follow her is what I did. We got into the room and she pushed me onto the bed, and continued on my dick. After a while she asked me what I wanted to do and I reminded her that she was in total control. She ordered me to lie on my back and then she saddled on my manhood and began riding like she was out horseback riding on the beach. Her big booty was clapping on my dick and fucking driving me crazy and I was saying all kinds of crazy shit and then she pulled my dick out of her chocolate factory and returned it to her mouth. All her juices were on my hard cock and she was sucking my balls too! “Oh yeah!” was all I could say! Then she commanded me to get on top of her and pound her lovebox, which I duly obliged. She was moaning and yelling out so many crazy things as I pounded her tight wet juicy creampie. Thinking about it now is getting me hard already and most ladies reading this are drippy right now. I then pulled out of her and without permission I descended on her chocolate factory, eating it out. From her clit all the way in and she moaned, scratched the wall, my back and my hair telling me not to stop and I didn’t fucking stop! And then I turned her over and started pounding her from the back with my balls hitting her clit with every thrust! She was grabbing the sheets and moaning. And I was grabbing her hair, loving the view of her big round butt from the back. She then took control again and started riding me and it was so good, I began singing different tunes. Then we went from the floor to the wall, the dining table, the bathroom, everywhere…and then back to the bed. I started pounding her again then I was ready to explode and she told me “cum for me baby”. I was like “I don’t have a condom on” and she yelled at me “Shoot that full load inside me, baby, I’m on fucking birth control!!!” and I pumped for a while and shot a full hot load inside her.  We both let out a joint moan as she reported feeling the heat of my load deep inside her. We both slumped and curled up naked next to each other. As I drifted to sleep, I couldn’t help but feel like something was off. “Birth control?” I thought.  We never decided on it while we were together. “Who had she been with and why is she still on it if we weren’t having sex?” I might not even want to know. I reminded myself.

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One shoe. Black sock. Black stocking. Fuck.

You know that moment that always makes you cringe in the movie when you hear someone say, “it’s the devils fault”? Well, I just had that moment.

And I blamed myself. I blamed everything in my existence. I hated this. I hated her. I hated the day I met her. Our first date, our first kiss, our first trip and, ultimately, the first time I told her I loved her.

We had been to Paris and back; wedding date was set in Bordeaux for next spring. “It was all going according to plan until I walked into my apartment and there she was, in my bed – with my friend.

A guy I called my friend. Kelvin Jr. and I had gone way back. I had known him for the better part of 3 years now, how could have had sex with my fiancé?

She had been different since we came back from Paris. I’m not a saint, but I knew it was around the time my new coworker started at my office. Long story short, we went out for her birthday and she came on to me. I told my fiancé immediately I got home because I didn’t want any problems, but I guess she felt threatened. She began with this passive aggressive attitude, leaving things hanging and not feeling the need to fix things whenever we argued. The silent treatment was now a regular thing. Could I have made her feel more loved? Could I have been there more? Did I not do enough? I questioned myself as I took another gulp. Jack, Daniel’s had been my closest friend this past month since I walked in on her having sex with one of my best friends.

. . . .

It’s 2am and I’m walking through the rainy streets of Seattle wondering, thinking…but blanking. I was still confused. I couldn’t make sense of why. We had been together 6 years and known each other for twelve. So, why? I had only begun hanging out with Kelvin for about 3 years, but we had known each other for about 8 years. Did she think this was fair? What was she thinking? Questions racing through my head. 

I had begun to suspect her fooling around with someone and then one day I “found” a message on her phone from a number saved as “Travel Agent”, asking what she was wearing. She carefully talked her way into making me feel like I was overreacting when I lost it that night. I began to feel bad even though I was fuming. That next day, she showed up, and this particular Saturday was supposed to be both our days off, so we had planned to spend it together. We started off the day, and I woke her up with breakfast in bed. She woke up and smiled at me, kissed me and then we ate. I cleared the tray when she was done and I told her to jump into the shower while I went downstairs to drop the plates…but I didn’t. I stood on the stairs, waited for her to enter the shower and once she had entered, I came up in the shower behind her and I started to wash her body, getting her all foamed up. And then when I rinsed her down, I bent her over and began to eat her out from the back. Much to her satisfaction, as it drove her crazy. Hot water flowing onto my head as I feasted on her body while she passionately rubbed my head. We get out the shower, dried off and got ready to leave. Our first stop was to this store to buy some clothes, so we entered the store and she picked out the clothes she wanted and then started heading to the changing room to try them on. As she went, I watched her soft, round ass sway side to side and that gave me an idea! With my freaky mind, I ran behind her and followed her into the changing room. Without saying a word, I pulled down her pants, pushed her panties to the side and I slid my dick into her pussy. She gasped! She couldn’t make any sound because people would have heard her. I kept sliding in and out of her pussy and she kept silently moaning and scratching the wall – and I loved it. We kept fucking till she came with me grabbing her breasts and holding her waist and with her ass in the air. Once she came, we walked out like nothing had even happened! It was epic!

“Watch where you’re going!” someone yelled to me as I almost bumped into them walking on the road. That voice snapped me back to reality. I had drifted away because of an amazing day in what is now a… nah fuck it! Back to my thoughts, I remember that day went by; we had lunch (quickie in the bathroom), ice cream and then dinner on the town. She was in the black dress that I had bought her earlier in the day. We finally made it home and proceeded to have some shots and cocktails till we were both decently buzzed. I started to kiss her again, from her neck to her lips, then her breasts, then her navel, and I worked my way down to her pelvic area moving around her waist while she started to moan slowly. I could now smell her love juices dripping out of her creampie and I was getting ready to devour. I dropped her underwear, the black lace ones I like, and I started to move my tongue around her pussy without really touching it and she was moaning, as if begging me to eat her out already. I finally caved in and started eating her pussy. I started off slow and then I turned the heat up and then back to slow. She was moaning so loudly! Moaning my name, telling me “don’t fucking stop” “you’re killing me” “please baby!” But I don’t even listen. I could hear miss Bischel banging on the walls for us to keep it down, but fuck her. I had already told myself I wouldn’t stop until she came for me, multiple times. I wanted all her juices all over my face. All over my nose all the way down to my chin. I wanted to eat her pussy so good and come up for air and watch her eyes roll back into their socket. I wanted her to know who owned that pussy. I kept eating and she kept moaning and begging, but I didn’t listen.  I went in deeper and deeper and she let out so many different moans, saying all sorts crazy shit like “Don’t stop! Yes daddy!!! Eat that pussy, it’s yours!! Oh yeah… Oh yes papi!!!” And then it happened! She started to cum in my mouth! Yes! Fresh, sweet, hot chocolatey juices, and I loved it. I carried her upstairs to my bedroom and she pushed me onto the bed and started on my dick. Since we were both buzzed, I was expecting some hot steamy dirty sex and, trust me, that’s all I got!  After a while she asked me what I wanted her to do to me and I said, “you’re in control baby”. She had me lay on my back and then she got on my dick and started riding like she was horseback riding.  She fucked me with purpose. Like she was trying to send a message across to me. I thought it was to remind of how much she loved me but in hindsight, I think she fucked me like she thought I was someone else. Her ass was clapping on my dick and fucking driving me crazy. I was saying all kinds of crazy shit and then she pulled my dick out of her pussy and then started to put it into her mouth. She sucked me to that point where she knew I was about to explode and in one sweeping motion, moved her tongue to the tip of my shaft and cupped my balls tightly into her hand.  I couldn’t take it! I turned her over, took back control and I slid my dick inside her tight, wet, juicy pussy and she kept moaning and yelling out all these crazy things. And the more I pounded her tight, wet pussy. After various positions (her on her chest and me laying on her back with my shaft inside her, up against the wall, her on top and riding me, eating her a*s) I turned her over so I could hit from the back in my favorite position, with the best view of her sexy ass bouncing as I hammered it from the back. I told her to look back at me and she did, moaning all the while and that driving me crazy! I started getting ready to explode inside her and she began to yell at me, “cum for me daddy!” I was so hard – not even trying, but her moaning was so fucking sexy and it was so hard not to be! I began shooting my load of cum into her. I squeezed her waist tighter as I let it all out. I slumped onto the bed. She got up, put her clothes back on and proceeded to leave. I was shocked. She would almost always want to cuddle right after sex; I should have seen the signs. I must have been so blinded by love. Fuck!

I could hear my phone ringing. Really? Who’s calling at this hour? I picked up the phone as I turned the corner back onto my street. It was Rachel, Kelvin’s now ex, I guess.

“Where are you?” she asked.

“Around,” was my bland response. Rather persistent, she asked again, “Are you home?”

I couldn’t mask the slight disgust in my voice, “I’m around the corner”.

“Okay…” she started to say in a small voice. “Well I let myself in, so hurry back.

And, oh, I’m naked”.