Where Fantasy and Reality Meet

My gracious readers, this is a "grown people" story about a couple who have been battle tested and scarred by life but still find their way to build a life together. That reconstruction, was based on the understanding that "there always is so much good in the worst of us and so much bad in the best of us that it ill behooves any of us to find fault with the rest of us." My thanks to James Truslow Adams for his observation about us humans.

This is a love story about forgiveness and redemption, and the benefits that come when love triumphs! I have decided to place it in the "Loving Wives," category, because there is none for "Loving husbands," even though there are other themes that pull upon it for inclusion.

The most compelling message is the love and devotion showed by a man who didn't abandon his woman in her darkest moments and helped her to find herself again. Men are not generally known for this, but ladies, some do exist!

The story contains elements of spousal abuse, infidelity and bisexuality, so if these themes are abhorrent to you, please read something else more palatable.

If you plan on voting and or commenting on this story, which I hope that you are, please remember that this is just a story, not a doctoral thesis, so set your professorial red pens and mortar boards aside and give yourself permission to ride an emotional roller coaster and get off saying,

"Yes!!!"

WHERE FANTASY AND REALITY MEET

Cynthia writhed, arms extended, balled-up fists gripping the bed sheets, eyes rolled back, mouth agape, toes splayed, as a long low wail, wrestled its way out her mouth. She felt that she was on the verge of losing her mind and was trying but failing to close her legs in an effort to stem the sensations created by the marauding tongue that attacked her crotch!

"Ohh Goddd!!!!! Jess... Pleeaassee!!!!!" she screamed, "pllleeaaseee!!! I cannttt cum anyyy moreee!!!"

Her lover finally relented, and she collapsed in her husband's arms, gasping and panting as she tried to suck enough air back into her depleted lungs! He smiled as she tossed and turned, body consumed by roaring passion.

Much later, when Cynthia walked the earth again, she realized that she was in her husband's arms. She drew his face to hers and kissed him softly, then turned to her lesbian lover, and submitted herself to her embrace. She clung to her like a drowning rat on a floating log, while she stroked and peppered her with soft kisses, until she fell asleep.

That torrid session was the fruition of many intimate conversations and discussions shared between Richard and Cynthia over the past ten years of their marriage. It wasn't something that they had just dreamed up, but something that they had both worked long and hard for, as he tried to assist her in completing her bucket list. They had been disappointed on many prior attempts, but never gave up, even when the fantasy that they had conjured up didn't live up to the reality.

This time, they had struck gold, and Cynthia was still aloft, not yet having returned to earth in a condition to fully express her joy to Richard; but he knew that this time fantasy and reality had become comingled!

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Richard Carter, a six-foot four African American product of Stone Creek, Georgia, worked at a stockbrokerage firm in New York City. He had earned an MBA degree from the Wharton School of Business in Philadelphia. His record showed that he was not admitted because of affirmative action, like so many of his white fellow students assumed, but because he was a brilliant student. He had worked and scraped, driven taxicabs, hustled in stockrooms in department stores, cleaned toilets in hotels, all to support himself while matriculating.

He was no stranger to scut work nor menial jobs, and took exception to comments from those whose legacy allowed them easy access, while concluding that he had not really earned his admission, as they ignored the fact that they hadn't. People found him somewhat guarded and reserved, but a great conversationalist once you got him started, particularly about the things for which he had a passion. He had a great and somewhat deprecating sense of humor and in spite of his accomplishments, he maintained a humble but not servile demeanor.

By dint of his work ethic and expertise, he had been appointed supervisor in his department, a fact that galled many less qualified white men who tried to make his work experience a living hell. He navigated his career with the patience of Job, never losing his cool, thwarting all efforts to besmirch his character.

As he was entering his office building one day, he met a statuesque and elegant looking, dark-skinned black woman who was arriving at the same time. He held the door open for her and she smiled and remarked,

"You are indeed a true gentleman. I have not had a man open a door for me in ages."

"I always open doors for women," he said, "my mother would come get me if I didn't." Then, rolling his eyes, a la Groucho Marx, he added, "and the more lovely the woman, the more I have to extend the courtesy."

"I see you like flirting too, don't you?" she teased.

"Not really," he replied, "but I couldn't let you go by without at least trying to get to know you. I'm Richard Carter, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"You are smooth too," she chuckled, "I'm Cynthia, Cynthia Jordan."

"I don't know how I could have worked here so long and never seen you." he countered.

"Well, I just started a few weeks ago, maybe that's why." She responded.

"I am happy to know that my eyesight has not failed me." He laughed.

"Well, off to work, I go, being who I am, I cannot afford to be late." She shared. He innately understood the import of her statement.

Later he was to discover that she had been fired from her previous job because she had refused to be a barista for her boss and white fellow workers, even though she was the only one in her department with a college degree.

"I hope to see you again soon." She added.

As she walked ahead of him, his vision recorded the image of an elegant, dark-skinned woman about 5'10", with a very shapely body. She carried herself so regally that he wondered how she could possibly still be single.

Her hair was trimmed short, in the style of many African women. Her eyes were expressive, her lush lips made for kissing, and her bottom... my God!!!!, it was rambunctious. It was the epitome of the classical African woman's ass, conjuring up images of pleasure beyond measure! His brain embedded the vision within it, ensuring a permanent record for him to recall and savor whenever he chose.

Before entering the elevator, she turned to look back at him, knowing where he would be staring. She shook her head as the door closed, thinking,

"Like every man that I meet, all he sees is my ass."

He discovered that her office was two floors above his, but unfortunately, he rarely saw her after that, and when he did, it was mostly when she was going to lunch with one or other of her fellow workers. Not wanting to appear too forward, by breaking into their conversation, he never accosted her beyond a wave of hello. She was surprised by this, because she expected that like most men, he would not have wasted any time before hitting on her, but to her surprise, he never did.

The few times that he observed her in an unguarded moment, she had such a wounded and sad expression on her face that he refrained from bothering her. He often wondered what its genesis was. It seemed as if her cheery exterior with people was a mask to cover a deep psychic pain which she never wanted anyone to see.

She was a product of the New York State University system. Her tenure there was tortuous by virtue of the fact that she was a beautiful woman.

Many of her professors and male fellow students assumed, as they often do with beautiful women, that she was only at university looking for a husband and would be willing to trade favors for passing grades. They discovered quite quickly to their chagrin, that was not her game plan. She kept her nose to the wheel, studied hard and kept her legs closed until she graduated.

Her first job in a community center, located in the Bronx, placed her in an environment with some hard case individuals. One of them was a very handsome light complexioned "pretty boy" who was the epitome of the "bad boy" to which so many women seemed attracted.

Everyone knew that he was a skirt chaser, but the women loved him anyway. He was on her case from her first day at work and when he realized after a year of trying, that she was not giving up the pussy like so many other women had, he proposed to her and for some inexplicable reason, she accepted.

He turned her out!

He introduced her to porn, marijuana and coke and taught her some unbelievable sexual positions including anal sex, which after the initial break-in period, she thoroughly came to enjoy.

The beatings started when she refused to turn her paycheck over to him. Later she learned that he was known for this. Early in her marriage, she discovered that fidelity was not one of his strong suits, but she had committed herself and planned to stick it out in the hope that he would change. He even encouraged her to go to orgies and though she declined, he continued besieging her.

On one such occasion, he assured her that if she went, she would not have to do anything that she didn't want to. Hearing that and wanting to be a fly on the wall to see what one was like, she decided that she would go, even though she had no intention of participating. She thought that she would be fine, because after all, she was going with her husband.

It was her worst nightmare!

Unbeknownst to her, he had arranged for several men to have sex with her, to cover gambling debts that he had incurred with them. He took her into a room with several black men and told her that he wanted her to experience a "cluster fuck!" She didn't even know what that was, until he told her to strip! When it became clear to her what he was suggesting, and realized that she was the one getting fucked, she refused.

Seeing how upset the men were, and having her husband inform her that the men would rape her if she didn't co-operate, she submitted to being the centerpiece of a seven-man gang bang.

They introduced her to things that she had never heard of or imagined. One she learned was called, being "airtight." It was a condition where all three of her openings were filled simultaneously. It was a trying experience for her, to say the least, as several of the men had quite large dicks and were not too gentle. The abuse ended by her introduction to another word that she didn't know, "bukkake." This was what the Japanese called the process of men ejaculating all over a woman's body, including her face and hair!

When they were through with her, she was so bruised, battered and humiliated that she cried all night. He tried to apologize by telling her that he owed the men a lot of money and they had told him that would be the price for them cancelling the debt. He vowed that he would stop gambling and that it would never happen again.

Three months later, he asked her to go once more and when she refused, he beat her. It was then that she realized that he never cared anything for her beyond what she could do for him. Whenever she refused to go, he beat her, which earned her many nights in hospitals as he would often slap, punch and brutalize her. She was too embarrassed to let anyone know of her domestic situation and suffered in silence.

Two years later, he was arrested and imprisoned for having sex with a minor and she drummed up the courage to quit her job and divorce him.

For the next five years, no man got close enough to kiss her, far less lay between her thighs.

It took a long time for her to heal!

Unaware of any of this, Richard greeted her warmly whenever he saw her and teased her respectfully about how she had destroyed any hope of his interest in other woman. She always accepted it humorously, never letting on how difficult her past was with men.

His office party was two weeks away and he figured that a good way to get to know her better was to ask her to go on a date with him. For several mornings, he waited outside the entrance to the building in the hope of being able to speak to her alone.

Finally, he saw her as she arrived, and she said,

"Well, hello, Mr. Carter, I haven't seen you in a while, how are you? Are you expecting a beautiful lady to show up so that you can open the door for her?"

Laughing he replied,

"Oh yes! I'm waiting for you."

"Me?" she laughed, "why?"

"Because you have abandoned me. I haven't seen you in over two weeks and my heart is broken in twain!" he grinned.

Her laughter was hearty and reminded him of sparkling, clear water running down a stream.

"I was thinking that you had discarded me for some other lady who captured your attention," she teased.

"Oh no," he replied, "you have captured my heart, so there is no room for anyone else."

She cracked up at his flirtatious response.

"So, why were you waiting for me?" She asked.

Putting on his best hang dog facial expression, he said,

"I was hoping that I could entice you to go with me to our office party. It is two weeks away, and I wondered if you would accompany me."

Knowing that he was just acting forlorn, she laughed and said,

"How do you know that I'm not married or seeing someone?"

"I don't," he said "but if that were the case, I would be totally devasted. I've noticed that you don't wear a wedding ring even though your ring finger suggests that maybe you've worn one at some time, so I am hoping that you're not. In addition, I have also spent a lot of time scaring away all single men with a wandering eye, so I think that I'm ok there." He chuckled.

Smiling, she said,

"So how do I know that your eye is not wandering too!"

Quickly he responded,

"Because it is focused completely on you!"

She covered her mouth with her hand as she exploded with laughter.

"Mr. Carter, you are something else," she replied.

"So, I've been told," he grinned.

She was surprised by how observant he was with regard to her not wearing a wedding ring, and also, that it would be a deterrent for him if she were married. Based on her experience, most men didn't seem to care whether a woman was married or not. It appeared to have little or no effect upon their decision to hit on them.

For her, that attitude killed any chance they had of ever dating her, because she felt that it showed a lack of respect for women. It seemed though, that was not the case with him. She was glad that it wasn't, because she had come to like him, even though he was kind of crazy but in a very nice way!

"I'm not married, anymore," she said, stressing the 'anymore.'

"I am not dating anyone either because I'm not sure that I want to become involved with anyone at this time."

She then asked him,

"Are you married?"

"No, he responded, nor am I in a relationship. I was, until a few months ago, but I guess that the lady didn't find me worthy of staying with, so she moved on."

Observing the hooded pain in his eyes, her heart hurt for him, reflecting on her own experience.

"I'm so sorry," she responded.

"No need to be sorry," he said, "apparently, she preferred someone higher up the food chain and I'm glad that I found that out now. As a result, I'm in no hurry to jump into a relationship either. I am interested in something meaningful. Something tells me that your heart could do with some TLC too, and I hope that you will give me the opportunity to help it heal."

She was amazed at his reading of her and her stomach lurched because they had never had any deep conversations. Feeling like a kindred soul, she told him that she appreciated his candor and honesty and would accept his invitation.

The evening of the party, he picked her up at her house at 8:30 pm. When she opened the door, he gasped, and his mouth dropped open. Observing his reaction, she said.

"Well, good evening, Mr. Carter."

"My God, you are beautiful," he said in awe.

She was wearing a navy-blue dress that fit her like a second skin yet was not too tight. Her right shoulder was bare, and its nakedness accentuated her medium sized breasts. Her hips flared gently, and her backside jutted saucily, causing a commotion in his groin.

Running diagonally across the front of the dress was a double row of tiny sparkling rhinestones that extended from the nipple of her right breast, traversing her torso and curving downward over her left hip to end at the hem, which ended about two inches above her knees.

She wore no more makeup other than a light blue eyeshadow and clear gloss on her lips. Her skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom and had a glow to it. She had her fingernails painted to match the dress, and a delicate gold chain circled her right wrist, duplicating the one draped around her left ankle. Adorning her neck was a blue, velvet choker band with a lavender stone. On her right forefinger she wore a single, thin gold band and a pinkie ring with her birth stone on her left hand.

The ring finger was glaringly bare but showed evidence of a prior inhabitant.

Her hair was neatly trimmed, cropped close to her head and her ears were pierced, displaying a pair of sparkling diamond drop earrings.

She completed the ensemble with black three-inch heeled patent leather pumps and matching clutch purse.

What he saw was indeed a vision of loveliness, and his cock leapt in ecstasy! Ignoring the bulge that she observed, she giggled and said,

"Mr. Carter, please close your mouth."

"Ms. Jordan", he sputtered, "for the first time in my life, I am absolutely speechless, I am blown away!"

Flattered, yet somewhat embarrassed by his effusive admiration, she ducked her head and shily asked,

"Mr. Carter, are you just going to stand there and stare at me or are we going to a party?"

"Please give me time for my heart to calm down," he teased, "and Ms. Jordan, before we go, may I have a kiss, so that if I mess up this evening and you don't want to see me afterwards, at least I would have had one kiss?"

"No," she laughed, "no kisses for you so early in the evening."

Tugging on his jacket lapels and straightening his shirt collar to mimic being debonair, he turned and politely offered her his arm. Enjoying the levity of the moment, she slid hers through his with a giggle. As they walked to his car, she kissed her fingertips and patted them on his cheek saying,

"Mr. Carter, you do clean up well!"

He almost didn't hear her, because he was focusing on her prior statement that he was not getting any kisses 'so early' in the evening, which, to him, signaled that he might get some later!

They had a great time at the party.

He was funny and entertaining, and they danced all night. To her amusement, she noticed that he organized it so that no one else but he got to dance a slow tune with her!

The last song of the evening was an oldie by Al Green, "For the good times."

A little tipsy and feeling good, she glided once more into his arms, and he held her close as he hummed the melody. It was good to be back in a man's arms again after such a long time.

Midway through the song, she felt a large lump pulse against her belly. At first, she didn't realize that she was inadvertently grinding on it but when she did, she backed off and with a smile, said softly,

"Mr. Carter, is all of that, you?"

Richard was mortified, hoping that she hadn't noticed, but realizing that he was busted, he answered smoothly,

Ms. Jordan I am so sorry, I tried to control myself, but with you in my arms, I failed. Some parts of my body seem to want to take on a life of their own. Can you ever forgive me?"

Thinking that it had been a long time since any man had even gotten close enough to her for her to feel his hard-on, and knowing that he really wasn't sorry because she knew that what he wanted was her, not her forgiveness, she burst into laughter and said,

"Mr. Carter, you are not the first man to get a hard-on dancing with me."

He stopped dancing and said,

"While that may be true, Ms. Jordan, "I hope that I will be the last."

She gave him a strange look, as his words tugged at her heart. She put her arms around his waist, lay her head on his shoulder and whispered,

"Hold me!"

When the song was over, he pecked her softly on her lips and she took some time before withdrawing from his arms. He assisted her in putting on her overcoat which they picked up at the coat check room. As they rode home, she was happily humming some of the songs to which they had danced. Every now and then, he would join in until she chuckled and said,

"You can sing too!"

He laughed and said,

"I am a good bathroom singer, but I wouldn't chance it anywhere else,"

By the time they reached her home, they had gotten very comfortable with each other. She was teasing him about one thing or the other and he was threating to embarrass her by giving her "hickies" all around her neck, which made her laugh, even though her crotch dampened at the thought.

He walked her to her front door and as they reached, she turned to him and said,

"Thank you for a very nice evening, Mr. Carter."

"I hope we can do it again soon, Ms. Jordan," he responded.

"Me too." She replied.

He looked her in the eyes and saw that telltale tenderness that women get when they have a soft spot for a man and drew her slowly to him.

She did not resist.

His mouth sought and found a compliant partner. At first, she did not open her lips, but knowing that he was seeking admission, she granted him access, allowing him to tongue her, until her pussy burned. Her body became enflamed like a stove when the gas burner is suddenly turned on high and the heat surged through her body.

It was the first time in five years that she had allowed a man to kiss her. Richard had no idea how much it took for her to let him hold her intimately, but her heart was ready, and she wanted more.

He felt her tremble and pull away, saying,

"Richard, if I let myself love you, you're going to have to take very good care of my heart! Its been bruised, battered and brutalized and it can't take anymore!"

Looking her straight in the eye, he said,

"Love me all you want, lady, I will take care of you and especially your heart," and he kissed her again."

She felt his cock throbbing against her again, but this time, she did not retreat but reveled in the contact.

"Let me go," she begged trying to pull away from him, "I gotta go...."

He held onto her, cupping her breast and softly squeezing her nipple as he tongued her once more.

She moaned and a gush of fluid sneezed down her thighs.

Breaking away from his grasp, she ran into the house and quickly closed the door. As he drove home, his cell phone rang, and he heard her soft voice.

"Richard," she intoned, "I want you to know that I didn't run away from you. I have been very badly hurt, and it has taken me a long time to learn to love and trust again, so for me this is not a game. I ran to maintain my self-control, because if I had allowed you to kiss me one more time, I would have crumbled and I am not sure that I am ready for that yet!"

"I guess that makes two of us," he said.

"Its important to me to know that you really care for me," Cynthia responded, "believe it or not, you are the first man that has kissed me in five years. I know that you want me, and I want you too, hut if I give myself to you, I want it to be a Roberta Flack moment."

"What's that?" He asked.

She began singing a verse from Roberta Flack's "The first time ever I saw your face."

"The first time, ever I lay with you I felt your heart so close to mine,

and I knew our joy would fill the earth,

and last until the end of time, my love."

He joined her, singing harmony for the last two lines and when she was through, he said,

"That's what I want too, your love, until the end of time... sweet dreams."

As he disconnected the call, he thought that he heard her sniffle, but he said nothing, as he didn't want her to know that he knew that she was already in love just as he was!

They talked all day Sunday, and she rode to work with him the entire week. It was a time for bonding and sharing loving touches, suggestive glances and furtive kisses. Her girl friends at work watched her change from a guarded and defensive woman, to one deeply in love.

The next weekend she went out of town to visit her mom, but they talked every day.

Love was in full bloom!

The following weekend, she invited him to her house for dinner, and they both knew this was not going to just be any kind of dinner, but a prelude to their first coupling. It was meant to be something special!

He wore a pair of dark blue slacks with a powder blue golf shirt. She wore a golden, floor length caftan shrouding her sexy body, knowing that he was waiting on bated breath to see it. His observant eyes picked up the two quarter-sized projections where her breasts were, indicating that she wore no bra. and she was so turned on that she stayed wet throughout the entire dinner, drenching her thong.

To his surprise, the fabric of his slacks withstood the severe pressure that his cock put it under and still held together! When she asked him to excuse her while he washed and put away the dishes, she was startled when he rose and offered to help.

She washed and he dried. Her ex-husband would never have done that, and her heart brimmed with love. He enjoyed watching her stand at the sink, imagining her doing the same thing as his woman in his house, and she loved seeing him standing beside her.

After the dishes had been put away, she poured two sifters of Frangelico liqueur, and they returned to the living room. They sat on the sofa listening to soft music, allowing their meal to digest and enjoying a moment of quiet intimacy while the liqueur provided inner warmth. The night lights in the living room were the only illumination.

They both knew that they were delaying the inevitable, but they preferred to savor the pleasure of the build-up and anticipation, because this was not the first rodeo for either of them. She sat cuddled against him with his left arm around her and her head against his shoulder. He chose not to push things but to let her dictate the pace.

After a while, she excused herself and went to her bedroom. When she returned, she was wearing a very sheer, white, floor-length negligee that opened all the way down the front. It was cinched at her throat only by a button and loop! Her breasts and areolas were quite visible and between her legs, he could see that she was completely shaven.

Her breasts were a woman's breasts, sagging slightly, with perfectly circled black areolas and large black nipples that were swollen with desire. Under her left nipple was a tiny scar, courtesy of her ex-husband.

Her shapely thighs framed the promise of a celestial haven, and it was clear that what lay between them was being served. She wanted him to know that he was not bedding a schoolgirl but a woman full grown.

She approached him as he sat, dropping to her knees in front of him. She removed his socks and shoes and as she moved to unbuckle his belt, he raised his butt up so that she could unzip and remove his slacks. His eyes feasted on her half-covered breasts, as he knelt before him, and his hands reached down to caress them. The odor of her arousal seeped into his nostrils.

When she removed his boxers in the semi-darkness, her eyes popped open in wonderment, for springing up in before her was a tree trunk of a hard ten-inch cock.

"My God Richard!" she gasped, "is all that you?"

It dawned upon her that she was dealing with a man-sized cock! What she was used to with her husband was a boy-sized peepee.

Thinking that she might have been overwhelmed, he began to pull his slacks back up, but she took the huge appendage in her hands, kissed it and said,

"Oh no! Please don't cover it up, its beautiful!"

Her mouth salivated as her tongue licked the precum hanging at its opening and she heard him hiss. She then rubbed the large spongy appendage along the side of her face and began to suck it like it was her favorite lollipop. Her tongue roamed around the rim of the head, coating it with her saliva as she slurped it into her mouth. Gradually, she worked it deeper and deeper until it butted against the back of her throat. She twirled her tongue against the sensitive underside, and he moaned.

When he looked down, she was staring up into his face, mouth filled with his cock, sucking away. As he hardened and expanded to its full ten inches, she lifted it, kissed her way underneath and sucked her way to his big balls. No other woman had ever given him such a tongue lashing and he threw his head back, enjoying his immersion in her warm, wet oral cavity.

The tenderness with which she sucked him and played with his balls let him know that it was a labor of love, and he knew that he was not going to last long. She rocked her head up and down, exhaling as she pressed his big dick deeper into her mouth. The head slid slightly into her throat, but it was too thick, and she had to withdraw as she began to gag.

He held her face between his hands and gently fucked her mouth. She relaxed her throat and let him use her. When he felt his sap rising, he tried to pull her head up, but she held his hands and sucked him even more voraciously.

He shuddered and with a roar, cannoned a deluge of cum straight into her throat. She swallowed and kept swallowing until his ejaculations finally ceased. When he was sated, no one could tell that he had cum in her mouth, because she had swallowed every bit of his cream.

"My God, woman!" he gasped, "were you trying to empty my balls forever?"

In a coquettish voice, she replied,

"I was just taking care of my man like I'm supposed to!"

To her surprise, his cock was still hard, and he pulled her to her feet and said gently to her,

"I want to take care of my woman too, is she ready?"

Knowing that she had passed the point of no return, she said,

"As ready as she's ever going to be."

She rose from her knees and led him to the bedroom, purposely swaying her ass in front of him, knowing the effect that it had.

The bed was turned down and rose petals were strewn across it. On the night tables, electronic candles flickered.

He took her in his arms and kissed her, noting that he couldn't even taste his cum in her mouth. She had seriously swallowed everything!

As they stood kissing by the side of the bed, his hard cock probing her belly, he slipped the gown off her shoulders, letting it fall in a pile on the floor, by the side of the bed.

Huskily he said, "Let me look at you!"

For the first time his eyes took in the picture of her naked body, from head to toe. Like her left breast, her belly bore a scar on it below her navel. It was also a gift from her ex-husband. Not knowing, he knelt and kissed it. He turned her around and gazed at her ass and if it were possible, his cock got even harder.

"I've wished so long for this moment," he murmured, "I can't believe its actually here."

She removed his shirt making him naked like she was. The massive cock lay trapped against her belly, and she tried to encircle it with her thumb and middle finger to stroke it but couldn't quite succeed. She loved the feel of his black velvet covered hardness in her palm, even as she wondered how she would take it all!

With a voice loaded with lust, she said,

"Take me, Richard. Its been more than five years since last I've been with a man, and I know that I am small down there, but I want you, so please take me, but be gentle with me!"

He saw the love and trust in her eyes as he picked her up and laid her on the rose petals.

"I'll always be gentle with you," he said softly.

They kissed and caressed each other for several minutes, rolling all over the bed and plastering their bodies with the petals. He felt her up, sucked her breasts, teased her nipples and massaged her juicy labia. He discovered that her right nipple was the more sensitive of the two and when he softly bit it, she exploded with her first orgasm.

She cradled his head, cupped her breast to hold the nipple in his mouth, as if feeding a baby, until another orgasm stormed through her, and she took the breast away from his sucking lips!"

As she caught her breath, he slid slowly down her body, pressing her thighs apart to lower his head into her sopping crotch. He licked her from stem to stern until she whimpered. He kept his tongue away from her clit but let it travel into her hole, around its opening and down the insides of her swollen pudenda, while his middle and forefingers went spelunking in her syrup filled cave. He tapped her G-spot and caressed it until she was shrieking with need, but he kept her on the brink of release!

He wanted to make her beg him to suck her clit, and she knew it. As her need mushroomed, she gave in and wailed,

"Oh, pplleeaassee Goddd!!, Rich, don't make me beg!"

"I want to hear you beg," he growled.

"Shittt, don't tease me, Rich, eat my pussy! Make me cum for you!

Eat meee!!!! Pleeezzzeeee!!!!

He slapped his lips onto her clit, which he noticed was extra huge, and sucked hard.

It released a conflagration!

Fireworks lit her up her crotch; her toes curled as electric shocks burned their way up the insides of her thighs. Searing sensations zagged from her asshole through her pulsing clitoris via her belly to her nipples, finally short circuiting her brain!

"Ohhhhh Kerriissttt!!!! I'm cumming againnn! She screamed.

Her world exploded as she catapulted off the face of the earth, spinning into a whirling black void through which she raced and soared, naked and screaming! Everything seemed to make her cum, the roaring sound, the whipping of the wind, the music that filled the air, the vision of rainbow-colored planets and the voices of angels, lots and lots of angels. She came and came and came until scarlet clouds claimed her.

By the time that he released her, he managed to insert four fingers into her gushing pussy, in preparation for receiving his thick cock!

Drenched and half comatose, she lay curled into a fetal ball, chattering and groaning as aftershocks wracked her.

He seized the time to get the tube of gel lubricant that he knew that he would need.

Gently, he rolled her onto her back and liberally, coated her twitching pussy lips, using his fingers to pack some inside of her. When he had her thoroughly coated, he basted his cock, adding a large dollop to the head.

He moved between her legs and directed his cock into the vestibule of her flooded pussy.

As he was preparing to take her, she opened her eyes, and he saw the apprehension there. She locked her eyes with his, and raised her legs to embrace his hips, opening herself to him and offering him free access to her inner sanctum.

"Trust me," he said, "I won't hurt you"

She held his gaze as she felt his cock head lodge in the mouth of her cunt. Her eyes stayed open until she felt his hardness press its way in and closed as he penetrated. Her body tensed. He withdrew and reinserted, adding slightly more pressure. The entire cock head slithered into her holiest of holies and he heard her exhale as she relaxed, knowing that it would be easier for his shaft to follow. As he pressed further, he felt her flinch and he paused, giving her time to expand.

Little by little, he foraged deeper and deeper as her inner walls grabbed his cock, hanging on for dear life. She moaned as the walls gave way and welcomed him. It seemed that every time she felt him slide deeper, she would cum. Every inch he won, wrenched another orgasm from her! It took a lot of patient and gentle stroking, on his part, but fifteen minutes later, his cock had set up residence at her womb's door, and when he bottomed out, her pussy celebrated with one massive quaking.

He lay still, as his cock conversed with her cervix, her walls rippling as they struggled to accommodate the intruder. With him deeply embedded, she felt that she was just cumming and cumming and couldn't stop, riding peaks and valleys of blind ecstasy until her teeth felt like they were on edge.

With pain now a distant thought, she wrapped her thighs around his waist. Her asshole tingled with the great inner adjacent distension that she was experiencing and when the pressure finally dissipated, she exhaled and said,

"Oohhhh Fuccckkk!!!!! Richard, "your dick is so big! You are wrecking my pussy! I have never had anything close to this size in me, but God, it feels so wonderful"

They lay joined together, luxuriating in the intimacy of their first coupling! As he lay on top of her, she slid her hands under his armpits and locked them on top of his shoulders and her legs stayed tightly hooked around his waist, letting him know that she did not want him to withdraw anytime soon.

"You've got the sweetest pussy that I have ever been in," he murmured, "it feels so good to be finally in you!"

As they lay cojoined, she began to gently gyrate her hips under him, yawing her pussy from side to side, gently spreading herself open around his giant dick. When she was ready, she stroked her hips up and down, deepening his penetration, until a thunderbolt of passion rocked her, and she blew up like a wildfire raging through a bone-dry forest!

Sounding like the demon in the Exorcist, she growled,

"Fuck me, Richard, Fuck me!"

At first, he started gently, but as she gave it up, he ramped up the intensity until she opened all the way and was fucking him back as hard as he was fucking her. She came so many times and so hard, that she began crying, her nervous system all jangled and out of whack. Her pussy gushed around his ebony plunger, soaking him with her cunt syrup. It dripped all between her thighs and coated his balls, leaving a puddle beneath them.

In one of her brief moments of lucidity, she grunted,

"Fuck me from behind, Richard, I want it doggy style and don't spare me!"

He quickly turned her on her stomach, pressed her head and chest to the bed, raised her ass up and spread her legs so that her pussy was wide open. He rammed his cock back into her, balls slapping against her swollen clit. The sensation drove her into such a frenzy that she had to bury her face in the pillow to muffle her screams.

"Harder! Harder!" she begged, and he gave it to her until the only sounds in the room were the "whap-whap-whapping of his thighs against her ass, as she bawled.

Much later, she rode him in the reverse cowboy position taking him as deep as he could, wanting him to have the magnificent view of his cock cleaving her ebony ass while plumbing her pussy. She had no idea how many times he made her cum, but she remembered thinking as she went off to sleep,

"God, I love this big cock!"

When she awoke in the morning, his log was parked between her butt cheeks and after pulsing her anus and finding that it wasn't sore, she knew that he hadn't destroyed it and thought,

"At least he didn't try to fuck my ass last night, and please God, I hope he doesn't want to put that thing in my butt today!"

She knew that he was going to want it, and she would not deny him, just not today! Her pussy was quite sore, and she hoped that he was not going to wake up wanting an early morning fuck either. She was just too raw.

Her fears were unfounded as he awoke and said,

"I know that you are sore, so don't worry, I'm not going to tear up your pussy anymore today. I want you to know that you are the first woman to ever take all of me. I'm so glad that its you, because I want this pussy to be mine forever!"

It gave her a sense of pride to know that she was the only one who was able to take his dick, and she kissed him and said,

"You don't have to want to make this pussy yours, its already yours and as long as you want it, it will always be yours!"

She punched him softly in the chest and said, "but, you son of a bitch, you made me beg you to eat my pussy!"

He laughed as he pulled her into his arms as she giggled,

"I'm going to make you beg me every time."

"Why?" she asked.

Looking very seriously into her eyes, he said,

"Because I don't ever want you to forget who you're giving it to!"

With her gaze locked into his, she responded softly,

"I won't sweetheart, I never will forget!"

An hour later, they got out of bed, rose petals stuck all over their bodies. He had some around his nuts and she had three of four in the crack of her ass, as they laughed and teased each other. They took their first shower together and he lovingly bathed her, being extra gentle with her nipples and her pussy.

They ate breakfast naked.

She glared at him when he saw him smiling over her difficulty sitting down.

"Don't you dare laugh," she said, "you are the one who has my pussy like this and if you laugh, I won't give you anymore!"

"Like that's ever going to happen," he laughed, "you're the one who kept hollering "Harder! harder!"

"But you knew that I was out of my mind," she whined.

"Well, I guess that its no point threatening to cut you off anyway, especially since you know that its yours already."

He blew her a kiss and she tittered.

The rest of the day they stayed in bed, hugging, kissing, and sleeping.

As predicted, their first coupling was a special occasion, one that they would remember all their lives!

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The next few months saw their love intensify and when anyone saw them, they could tell that they were in love, but shit happens, and it happened to them.

She was at work one day when her phone rang and a male voice said,

"Cynthia, I want to see you."

Even though she had not spoken to him in years, she recognized her ex-husband's voice.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I lost $10,000.00 gambling and I need it in two weeks or these guys plan on fucking me up." he said.

"So where do you expect me to get $10,000.00 from?" Cynthia asked.

"That's your problem," he responded "but if I don't get it this week, I'm going to email pictures of us at the orgy that we went to, to your boss, all your friends and that Mr. Hoytie Toytie that I hear you're dating.

Cynthia remembered the one time that she had attended an orgy with him and shuddered. It was all because she wanted to see what being at one was like and he had told her that she wouldn't have to do anything that she didn't want to. She had ended up getting gangbanged by seven men who had taken her in every hole in her body and then jacked off all over her. All because he had lost money to them and made a deal for them to take it out in trade on her.

Afterwards, he had beat her many times, sometimes hospitalizing her, because she refused to go back to others with him and she finally divorced him after he got arrested for having sex with a minor and was sent to jail.

Now five years later, he was calling her threatening to expose her participation in that orgy if she didn't give him money that she didn't have. She didn't remember anyone taking pictures that night and didn't believe him, but he told her to meet him at a restaurant that they used to frequent when they were married, and he would show them to her. She told him that if she brought the money, he'd have to give her all of the pictures, and in his desperate situation, he agreed.

The next day during her lunch hour, she met him, and he did show her some very disgusting pictures. She was distraught. Even though she still didn't believe that anyone had taken pictures of her that night. What he showed her, however, looked like photos of her doing some downright nasty things with lots of men!

As they left the restaurant, Richard was driving by with a client on his way to his office and saw them. He stopped for the traffic light, as they crossed the street and headed for the subway station. She was so overwrought that she didn't even notice when her ex-husband put his arm around her shoulders, kissed her cheek and walked away as she went down the steps to the train. She never even saw Richard stopped at the traffic light.

She was at her wits end not knowing what to do and figured that if her boss or the people at her job ever saw those pictures, not only would she lose her job, but her reputation would be ruined forever. Returning to work, she sat in despair all afternoon and her boss noticed. He called her into his office and asked what the matter was.

She broke down in tears and told him that her ex-husband had taken a loan in her name that she knew nothing about, and it had come due and had to be paid by the end of the week. If it wasn't paid, the company was going to foreclose on her home and file suit against her.

He asked her how much money it was and when she told him the amount, he told her that she could borrow it from her company stock portfolio, but it would have to be repaid. Unfortunately, it would take two weeks to complete the transaction. Cynthia thanked him and accepted the offer, trying to figure out how she could get $10,000.00 immediately and repay it when she got the loan from her boss.

That evening, Richard picked her up from work and never mentioned seeing her, assuming that she would have an explanation without his asking, but she said nothing.

Cynthia remembered that Richard had an old checkbook that he had left at her house and decided that she would write the check on his account and tell him about it once she paid it back with the loan from her boss.

Upset that Cynthia had said nothing about the clandestine meeting, he did not stay at her house that evening as she expected but went to his home and took the old checkbook with him.

She noticed that he was not very talkative but caught up in her own dilemma, she paid little notice.

For some unknown reason, Richard opened the old checkbook and observed the record of a check written for ten thousand dollars on his account and the handwriting was Cynthia's. Shocked, he picked up the phone to call her but instead called a detective friend that worked at the Metropolitan Police Department and told him about seeing her with this guy and now a $10,000.00 check was written on his account.

The undercover cop told him that it looked like extortion to him and to give him a few days to investigate. He observed Cynthia for a few days and followed her on the day that she went to deliver the money. He sat next to them in the restaurant and heard everything that her ex-husband said.

As soon as the money was transferred, he stepped out and arrested both Cynthia and the man and confiscated the check. He called Richard and told him to meet him at the precinct. When they arrived at the police station, she was shocked to see Richard waiting, and the look on his face told her that he knew that she had written the check on his account, and she was busted.

The detective took the man into a separate room and grilled him. He admitted to extortion and was booked. The police officer then asked Cynthia what the extortion was about, and she had to admit in front of Richard that the man was her ex-husband and had claimed that he had pictures of her attending an orgy and was going to send then to her boss and friends, including Richard.

She told him that she had gotten a loan from her job, but it would take two weeks before she received it and seeing Richard's checkbook at her house, she figured that she could get the money out of Richard's account, give it to her ex-husband and get the pictures, and when she got check from her job, she would put it back into Richard's account and pay back the loan to the company every payday. As soon she had deposited the money back into Richard's account, she planned to tell him what she had done and why she hadn't told him up front.

The detective asked Cynthia,

"So, this guy is your ex-husband?

"Yes," Cynthia replied.

Her ex-husband was booked and released. His case never made it to court as his body was found in a trash can two days later.

The detective asked Richard if he wanted to press charges against Cynthia, and he said no. He explained that the check was never cashed, and he had suffered no loss, and he just didn't want to see her go to jail.

The detective then asked Cynthia if she minded him looking at the pictures.

Acting as if she was in a trance, she nodded, "No." After seeing them, he told her that her ex-husband was scamming her as the pictures were a poor AI representation and he could easily tell that they were not legitimate photos. He showed them to Richard who gave them back to her. The detective suggested that she destroy them as soon as she could, so that they could not be called into court as evidence, since her ex-husband had already confessed.

When he told her that she was free to go, she stood up, and holding her head down with tears streaming down her face, not daring to even look at Richard, she left the police station. The hurt that she saw on his face and the way that his whole body appeared to crumple, was too much for her to bear and she knew that her life with him was over.

The first thing that she did on arriving home was to burn the photos that her ex-husband had given her. She then opened a bottle of scotch and drank it straight, trying to drink herself into oblivion.

Two days later, when she had not shown up for work, one of her girlfriends went to her house and knocked. There was no answer. The girlfriend called Richard. At first, he was not interested in helping but she pleaded with him to open the door so she could check on her. Richard called his detective friend, and they went to Cynthia's house. When they opened the door, she was on the floor moaning and vomiting blood. The house reeked of alcohol and several empty bottles were strewn across the floor.

They called an ambulance which took her to the emergency room where they pumped her stomach. For three days, she lay at death's door in a coma, but on the fourth day, her eyes opened to see Richard sitting across the room from her. She turned her back to him and all he could hear were deep sobs.

She spent a week in the hospital and was released in her girlfriend's care.

Two weeks later, she returned to work. She had lost so much weight that some of her colleagues didn't even recognize her. Gone was the stylish, beautiful, vivacious woman and in her place was a shell that would break down and cry without warning.

Mental intervention didn't help because she didn't want it, she wanted to die. Without Richard, life had no meaning for her, and she didn't want to go on living without him. She believed that he would never forgive her and truth be told, she thought that after what she had done, she did not deserve forgiving either.

A week later, her boss gave her the $10,000.00 that she had withdrawn from her stock account, and she decided that she was going to do one good thing before she went to the George Washington Bridge and jumped. She placed the check in an envelope, went to Richard's house and slipped it under his front door, along with a note that said that she was deeply sorry for what she had done and that she loved him very much, and did not expect that he could ever forgive her.

When Richard got home and saw the envelope, he opened it right away and saw the $10,000.00 check inside. He knew that Cynthia was aware that the check had never been cashed and figured that she wanted to show him that she was being truthful and that her intentions were good even though what she had done was wrong.

He felt in his bones that she was going to do harm to herself, so he jumped into his car and sped to her house. When he got there, the front door was open, and the house was empty. Aware that she had no car, he sped to the nearest subway station and saw her as she was descending the steps to the train. Leaving his car running at the curb, he ran and caught her going down the stairs and brought her back up before she reached the turnstile.

As he came out of the station, a policeman was leaving a ticket on his windshield. He opened the door, put her in the seat, strapped her seatbelt on, then got into the car and drove her to her home. She made no attempt to fight him off or resist. She was a totally broken woman who had completely lost her will to live.

He took her into her house, sat her down on the sofa and began cleaning up. Trash was everywhere. Dirty plates, dirty clothes and soda cans were strewn on tables, under the bed and under chairs and trash cans were so stuffed that they had overflowed.

It took him three hours to make the house smell right and habitable again. He then took her into the bathroom, stripped her naked, and threw her dirty clothes in the trash. The dress that he discarded was the same blue one with the rhinestones that she had worn when he first took her out. It no longer fit nor looked the same. He filled the tub with hot water, sat her in it and washed her clean.

Finding some clean towels, he dried her off, put on a clean pair of panties and a t-shirt and lay her down in the bed.

Exhausted, he lay down and wrapped his arms around her until she fell asleep. She slept for twelve straight hours and during that time, whenever he broke contact with her, without opening her eyes, she would reach out just to touch him to make sure that he was still there.

Finally, she awoke and when she looked over at him, he was asleep. She touched his face tenderly, and for the first time in weeks, she smiled.

Richard awoke soon after and asked her if she was hungry. She nodded. He ordered in some food from the Chinese restaurant and took her into the kitchen where he fed her.

When they had finished eating, he put the uneaten food into the recently cleaned refrigerator, and as he was doing so, he heard a small voice say,

"Richard, I am so sorry. What I did was inexcusable, I should have come to you, but I did not want you to know that I had been to an orgy and been used by several men. There was no way that I could have convinced you that I had been coerced and suffered several beatings when I refused to go again. I thought that it would have ended our relationship anyway, so I tried to solve it without letting you know, and well, you can see how that worked out.

I know that you can never forgive me, but I hope that you can understand and at least still be my friend. I love you more than words can say, and I know that I can't go on living if you banned me from your life."

She fell to her knees wrapping her arms around his legs, silently weeping.

"Please Richard, please! Don't throw me away!" she begged.

His heart hurt for the woman he loved and for the woman that he knew and with tears in his eyes, he said,

"Cynthia, I would never do that, you will always be my friend."

"Thank, you," she whispered... and let go of his legs to curl up on the floor.

He picked her up, walked her barefooted out of the house and placed her in his car. He drove to his house, not sure what he was going to do, but he knew that he couldn't leave her alone.

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He took two weeks off from work and cared for her. He bathed her every day, fed her, talked to her, and her girlfriend would call regularly and check on her.

As the weeks went by, she began to put her weight back on and her old self began to resurface. She was still in a friable emotional state, but she was getting stronger. After work he would take her riding, sometimes, just to get her out of the house and they would eat ice cream and sliced pizza. On weekends he would sometimes take her and her girlfriend to the beach where they would walk bare footed in the surf and enjoy the sea breeze.

Several times he noticed her suggesting that he take her girlfriend to functions, and one evening after they had finished eating, he asked her what she was doing. She said,

"My girlfriend is a good woman and needs a good man. You are a good man, and deserve a good woman, so I am just doing what good friends do for each other."

"You mean to tell me," He said, "that you are trying to set me up with your girlfriend?"

"Yes," she said. "She needs a good man."

"Don't you need one too?" he asked.

Speaking so softly that he almost couldn't hear her, she said,

"I had one once, but I fucked up so badly that I know he doesn't want me anymore." They were no tears now, because she had none left to give, but she continued, "he will never trust or love me like he once did, and after what my first husband did to me, I needed someone to love and trust and care for me. He did, and I fucked it up! There is no other man in this world for me, but I don't deserve him, and he needs and deserves someone better than me, so if I can help him, I will. No decent man would want a woman who has been gangbanged like a whore and then stole his money."

Her heart cracked as she sat at the table, staring vacuously at the wall.

"Who says?" he asked.

For the first time in months, he saw a light flicker back into her eyes.

"What man would?" she asked.

"I would." he answered.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I still love you, and everybody makes mistakes." He said softly.

He decided that there was only one way that he could make her believe that he still wanted her. He picked her up in his arms and took her to his bed, lay her down and began to undress her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked.

"Undressing me," she said.

"I'm glad that you noticed. It's the best way that I know for a man to re-claim his woman." He countered.

She lay, staring at him and when she was naked, he removed his clothes and to her surprise, rising mightily from between his legs, was that same ten inches of hard, black man meat that she had grown to love.

"O my God, Richard, you're not going to..."

"Yes, I am," he responded, and climbed into the bed.

He drew her to him and when their bodies touched, their nakedness made her skin crackle.

"Oh God, Richard, no!"

"Ssssshhhh!!" he intoned.

His face descended on hers and her mouth opened all on its own to receive his tongue. She clung to him and screamed but no sound was heard because it died in his mouth. He kissed her until her brokenness left her body and love was sucked back in its place.

When they broke the kiss, she was trembling, and said,

"Richard, should I call the police?"

"Why?" he inquired,

"Because that thing that's jamming against my stomach looks primed for you to commit serious bodily harm."

He laughed and said,

"I would never use it to harm you. You have conquered it before, and you will again."

Then he reached into his nightstand and retrieved the gel lubricant that he always kept there, coated her hairy and unshaven pussy, which he discovered still knew how to get wet. He eased his humongous cock into her as she looked into his eyes. She was tight but not like the first time and he was soon plumbing her deeply. It hurt a little, but she didn't care, she was his, again!

She had heard young girls on several occasions talk about getting their pussies smashed. She knew now what they meant. Richard smashed hers!

He lay on her and she enjoyed the feeling of his man-weight. It felt like she had been on a long, lonely, arduous journey into the dark underworld, and had finally made it back home in the sun.

He took her like he always had, lovingly and completely. She gave up her orgasms willingly and welcomed the warmth of his cum when it entered her.

He remained inside of her until he hardened again and when he did, she asked him to roll over and let her ride.

She sat astride him, placed her hands on his chest, and let her body sink down until her pussy embraced his throbbing piston completely. She descended until his balls kissed her ass and she felt him pierce her so deep that he could have given her a nosebleed!

Her eyes never left his, and they communicated to each other without a sound. His teeth razed her nipples, and the sharp pain was like an aphrodisiac. He nipped her neck, and bit her throat as her pussy walls fluttered and caressed him, coaxing him to make his nectar mix with her syrup. She rode him through two orgasms of her own, and when he could stand it no longer, he flipped her onto her back and pounded her.

Something inside her wanted him to hurt her to expiate her sins but instead her rewarded her when his balls unleashed what felt like a tsunami of soothing cum into her needy cunt.

She erupted into one extended orgasm, which to her seemed to last a million euphoric years, through which she moaned, wailed and wept, bit and scratched him in a frenzy. After they had were both sated, she remained locked to him, arms around his neck, ankles hooked across his back, not wanting to let him go.

Exhausted, she lay still as tears of gratitude ran down her cheeks. He shifted his body to ease the bulk of his weight off her and they feel asleep with his cock still lodged inside.

Unlike their first time, when they awoke, he fucked her again. He was gentle and loving and for the first time in a long time, she felt that her night had turned to day.

As they lay together in the early morning, she said softly,

"I wish that you could have given me a baby, but my ex-husband's beatings took care of that possibility. Her eyes looked wistfully out the window, and he could only imagine the pain hidden behind them.

"I would have loved bearing a child for you," she whispered.

"I would have enjoyed seeing your belly swell with my seed," he said, "but we've got each other now and that's all that matters."

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She never went back to her old job, but he found her one in a different department where he worked. It took her four more years before she felt that she deserved his love. It was the same day that she was able to take his cock without any lubricant.

He was so happy; he fucked her all night!

One morning as they lay in bed after a round of gentle loving, he asked her if her last name was her family's name or her ex-husband's. He was not sure because her mother had remarried, and her sister had married, and he had never asked her what her family name was. She informed him that Jordan was her ex-husband's last name.

"Don't you think that you deserve better than that" he asked.

Remembering her past, she didn't answer, and knowing what she was thinking he said,

"Well, I do. Its time you get rid of that albatross."

She looked at him quizzically, not sure where he was going.

"I think its time you became Mrs. Cynthia Carter. What do you think?"

It took her a moment for her to process what he was saying and when she did, she fainted.

He ran to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with cold water and ran it over her face. She awoke spluttering and fighting him,

"Easy Tiger," he said, "What happened?"

She thought for a moment and then shouted,

"You are asking me to be Mrs. Carter!"

"Yes," he replied.

She paused and then replied,

"I am flattered, Rich, but you don't need to marry me to make me yours, I already am. You could have gotten rid of me any time you wanted but you chose to love me and keep me and that is enough for me."

"I know that you belong to me," he responded, "but I want you to know that I want you too."

"Cynthia Jordan, will you marry me?" he asked.

With tears streaming down her face, she answered,

"Yes, Richard Carter, I'd be honored to marry you."

Six months later, she became Mrs. Richard Carter. Richard knew that their union would produce no offspring as a result of her ex-husband's beatings, so he lavished her with his love until the past became only a distant memory that faded every day. Cynthia regained all her lost weight and her elegance but there was a new humility that endeared her to everyone.

She loved Richard with all her heart and soul, knowing that few men would have forgiven her, far less, loved her. Their married lives were not perfect, but the past was dead and any issue that they had, they worked out together without using it as ammunition. That made her love him more.

As a wedding gift he went shopping and found that blue dress with the rhinestones and left it under her pillow. When she opened the box and saw it, she screamed with delight and jumped into his arms. Not wanting to cry, she went into the bathroom and removed all of her clothes and put the blue dress on. She opened the bathroom door and posed at its entrance.

"My God, you're beautiful, Mrs. Carter." he said

"Thank you, Mr. Carter" she responded.

She then removed the dress, letting it drop to the floor and stood naked before him.

"You like?" she asked.

"Damn right I like." he replied.

Before she knew it, she was on the bed on hands and knees, and he was behind her showing her just how much he liked it.

They made a pact to always be honest and truthful with each other. Cynthia thought long and hard before she did anything, because she was not going to chance losing Richard again.

Once, while they were taking a road trip to visit Richard's relatives in Canada, they were chatting in the car, about the things that they loved and hoped for, and somehow, the conversation came around to sex, He asked her if she had any unfulfilled fantasies. He noticed her hesitation and told her to be honest as it would not change his love for her. She responded by saying that she was not worried about that, but given her past, she thought it would be hard to explain why her fantasy was still a fantasy of hers.

His brow creased as he tried to figure out why something from her past would make having a fantasy hard to explain. She asked him if he remembered the conversation that his officer friend had with her when he had arrested her. He tried to jog his memory, but nothing really came back. He wondered if she had found his friend appealing and wanted to have sex with him and asked her.

"Oh no, nothing like that!" she exclaimed.

"Well, what is it?" he asked.

To avoid any possibility of uneasiness with Richard, she decided not to be evasive about it.

"This may sound odd," she said, "but what I meant by it being hard to explain, is that I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a woman, and my ex-husband was always trying to get me to go to orgies with him, and during that time I had all opportunity to do it. I know that he wouldn't have cared who I went with, and so, I could have done whatever I wanted, but as much as I wanted the experience, I didn't want to do it with him."

"Would you do it with me?" he asked.

Given what she had been through in her life, and knowing what havoc she had created in his life, she was astounded that he would even consider doing something like that, but knowing her husband, she knew that it would be alright.

"With you, yes, but with no one else."

He finally understood her hesitance and asked,

"Anything else?"

"Not really," she said, "no other man's dick will ever rival yours and the things that you do to me with it," she laughed. "You worked magic getting that big thing in my ass without causing me any pain such that I still love anal sex. You touch places in me that no one else can, so, no, I'm not interested in being with another man if that's what you're asking. My last experience cured me of that."

"What about you?" she asked, "anything you wish for?"

"I've done the things that I really wanted, so I don't really have anymore, other than helping you to realize yours."

"You are a remarkable man, Mr. Carter" she told him, "No wonder I love you so."

"Not really," he responded, "I just love my wife and want us to fully share our lives together. I don't want either of us sitting in wheelchairs in our old age, regretting not having done things that we could have."

When they returned from their vacation in Canada, he reminded her about her fantasy and asked how she would like to go about it.

After much thought, she said,

"First, if it ever happens, I will only do it with you present. I do not want to go off with a woman on my own. I know that sexually I am more submissive than dominant, so the other woman would have to be the more assertive partner, yet I don't want to be with one of those butch types who pack strap-ons and try to be more masculine than most men. I also don't want it to be with someone that we know socially."

Rich laughed because he knew just what she was talking about.

"Have you anyone in mind?" he asked.

"No, not really," she added, "but I will keep my eye open if you will do it with me."

"OK." He responded, "we'll look."

He knew a few lesbians, so he asked them how he should go about doing it. They told him that it was going to be exceedingly difficult, taking her desires into account. They told him that most of the women who were on swingers' sites were looking for the same thing that his "friend" was looking for, and two non-assertive women just didn't work.

According to them, "Unicorns," the single women who would meet with couples were very hard to find and many were looking for threesomes, mostly for involvement with the husband.

Their advice proved to be sound, and it was very difficult to find the type of partner that she wanted. Either Cynthia or he would correspond online, but they found that most of the women were like Cynthia. They were looking for more assertive partners to lead them. Some, they found, were not really bi curious or bisexual but were just trying to satisfy their husband's desire to see two women together.

They met socially with several women but never hooked up because they were seeking the same thing that they were. Richard even tried taking Cynthia to lesbian bars and clubs in the hope of meeting a larger gamut of women but found that it was only the butch lesbians who approached her.

Finally, one of his friends told him about the friend of another one of her friends who was "butchy" but not overtly so. When asked what that meant, the friend said that she did not wear men's clothes nor act manly, and if one saw her, she looked like any other heterosexual female except that she really loved women and loved seducing them, although she was not averse to being with a man once in a while. She wore make up and lipstick and nail polish and to all intent and purposes was feminine, except when she interacted with women.

Richard asked if he could meet her. A meeting was set up in a hotel bar the following week. He was really surprised when a tall, willowy and very shapely black woman who knew what he would be wearing, approached him. His advice was right. No one would peg her as a lesbian, far less a "butch" type.

"Hi," she said, I'm Jess, would you be Richard?"

He stood and said, "I would."

He offered her a seat and asked her if she would like a drink. She told him that Johnny Walker Black on the rocks would suit her fine.

As they sat and talked, he was mesmerized by her. She looked like a six-foot version of Halle Berry. Beautiful, well-proportioned but much bigger.

In their discussion, she let him know that she was somewhat bisexual and had occasional desire for cock, and that is why she still opted to maintain a feminine persona.

She wanted him also to be aware that she was extremely assertive with women and enjoyed seducing and bedding them and that while she was not in presently in a lesbian relationship, she had been and would be again. She then shocked him by telling him that she preferred to be submissive when she was with a man! This floored him.

She told him that she had been informed that he was looking for a dominant female lover for his wife and asked him to describe what they had in mind. He explained that he was trying to help his wife with a fantasy and was told that she might be appropriate for what they had in mind. Jess said that she would like to meet her.

The plan was for Richard to take Cynthia out to dinner and Jess would show up, ostensibly to have dinner alone. On seeing Richard, she would stop by to say "hi" as someone that he knew. Realizing that she was dining alone, he would then invite her to join them, and she would accept. She would then have the opportunity to meet Cynthia without her knowing her purpose.

Two weeks later, the plan was instituted and went off without a hitch. Richard took Cynthia to dinner, and Jess came in acting as if she were looking for a table. When she saw Richard, she waved and came over to speak. She mentioned that she was dining alone. He invited her to join them, and she accepted. He introduced Jess to Cynthia and the two women had the opportunity to talk to and assess each other.

They had a very enjoyable meal, and both women engaged in animated conversation. In talking to Cynthia afterwards, he discovered that she found Jess to be quite intelligent, sophisticated and liked her personality.

Jess called Richard the next day to tell him that she liked Cynthia a lot, and that she was very pretty.

She told him that she would not mind the role that he had in mind for her but would like to see how Cynthia would react if she met her in a lesbian friendly environment, since Cynthia did not know anything about her. She asked him if he would bring her to a lesbian club that she frequented and have her sit alone. She would walk in, see Cynthia, pretend to recognize her from dinner and strike up a conversation. She would get to see how things went and let Cynthia decide if she wanted to go forward.

Richard agreed and she gave him the name and address of the club. He told her that he would remain at the club so that in case Cynthia reacted negatively, he would still be there to take her home, but if they hit it off and she agreed to go to bed with her, she would drive her to their home. She also asked him to encourage Cynthia to wear a button up top and a skirt, just to see if she had issues with being "accessible" in a lesbian setting.

During the week, Richard suggested to Cynthia that perhaps they should try a lesbian club that he was told had a wide assortment of individuals of different ethnicities to see if she had any luck meeting the type of individual that she was looking for. Cynthia agreed to go.

A week later, with Cynthia clad in heels, a sweater top and a skimpy skirt, they went to the club. Richard chose a table off the dance floor where he sat alone and could observe Cynthia. He suggested that she sit at the bar to see how things developed.

Recognizing that she was not a regular, the bartender struck up a conversation with her. Cynthia shared her intentions, and the bartender suggested that she not sit at the bar but rather at a table because if she stayed at the bar, mostly butches would hit on her. She was right because in short order two butches approached her, one quite crudely informing her that she was "packing," and that she wanted to take her back in the bathroom and fuck her.

Cynthia then moved to a small table in a corner and sat hoping that someone else would approach her.

About a half hour later, she saw a woman enter the club who looked familiar. On closer examination, she discovered that it was Jess. She was surprised to know that Jess was in a lesbian club and was hoping that she didn't see her, so she could sneak out unobserved by her.

Jess saw her immediately and came over to say hello. Pretending not to know that Cynthia was there for her to meet, she told Cynthia that she had just stopped by for a drink and if she minded her sitting with her. Cynthia had no recourse but to agree.

Jess ordered a drink, and they chatted. She let Cynthia know that she while not totally lesbian, she loved women. She mentioned that she found her very attractive but knew that she was married to Richard and didn't know if she had an interest in being with a woman.

Cynthia relaxed as they talked, enjoying the ease with which Jess discussed her lifestyle and was comfortable with how Jess interacted with her. She mentioned to Jess why she was there and hoped that she would find someone who fit what she was looking for. They talked, laughed and joked each other and just enjoyed being in each other's company.

She noticed that Jess had no reservation about touching her and quite a few times, she caught her staring at her breasts. Jess informed her that she was kind of "butchy" but did not want to be masculine. She knew that the make was on when Jess told her that she loved her lips.

Shyly, she thanked Jess for the compliment and if a black woman could blush, she blushed. Jess caressed the back of her hand and told her that she was interested in her and if Richard didn't object, she would enjoy spending some time with her. She warned her that she was "no shrinking violet," and would have no problem seducing her.

She looked at Cynthia and said, "Your lips aren't the only part of you that I love."

Sensing that Jess was making her intentions clear and welcoming her assertiveness, she coyly asked, "What other parts do you love?"

Without hesitation, Jess said, "you have magnificent breasts and an ass to die for."

Cynthia smiled, thinking that Jess sounded just like a man and knew that if she chose to become involved with her, she wouldn't have to worry about who aggressor would be. Even though Jess had told Cynthia that she was "butchy," it didn't repulse her, and she began to think that maybe Jess would make a good partner.

After they talked, the DJ started to play dance music. They sat for a few tunes and then Jess said,

"This is my favorite song; would you dance with me?"

Without waiting for an answer, she took Cynthia's hand and steered her on to the dance floor not giving her time to think about denying her request. Cynthia noticed that Jess had sort of morphed into a dominant role and she felt comfortable with her doing that.

When they returned to the table, Jess asked her if she wanted another drink, but didn't come across as overly aggressive.

She accepted.

They talked about their lives and Cynthia asked Jess if she knew that she liked women when she was young. Jess talked about her growing up and said that she was always more comfortable around boys than girls. As a result, she was always described as a "tomboy" who did everything boys did, sometimes better than they could.

She said that she had a girlfriend in high school that she liked and one day they were together at her home in her bedroom, and she felt the urge to kiss her so much that she just up and hugged her and kissed her.

The girlfriend was surprised but didn't react negatively, and they developed a relationship. She said that some of the girls at school started calling her "Lezzie." She didn't care but her girlfriend did and broke off the relationship.

When she went to college, one of her professors seduced her and was the first person to make love to her naked in a bed. She taught her a lot about making love to a woman. While the experience was great, her professor realized that she was like her, more of a dominant partner, and suggested that she attend a private party at her home where she would meet other women who were so disposed. She met another professor there who she seduced and even though the professor was in her forties Jess was the dominant partner.

She attended many parties at the professor's house and by the time that she had graduated, she had learned her way around a woman's body, had become adept at seduction was comfortable approaching women both older and younger than she was. She also began to hang out at lesbian clubs.

She said that she had chosen not to be too masculine because she still enjoyed girlie things like makeup and nail polish and women's clothes, so she sought of carved a niche for herself as a "feminine butch" if there was such a thing.

Cynthia was intrigued by Jess's persona and sexual outlook. They danced some more, and after a while, the DJ slowed things down. Jess naturally took Cynthia back on the floor, pulling her into her arms. At first Cynthia was uncomfortable but on looking around, everyone else was doing the same thing and no one was looking at them, so she relaxed and stayed in Jess's arms. Their breasts were pressed together as Jess encouraged her to relax, pecking her ear and throat and dancing cheek to cheek!

After several dances, Jess whispered to her,

"I'd love to kiss you, may I?"

At first, Cynthia did not answer but she looked around and no one was really watching them, so she finally nodded,

"Okay."

As they rocked to the sensuous music, Jess placed her fingers under her chin, tilted her face upwards and leaned forward until their lips met. Cynthia noticed that her lips felt so soft. There was no prickly moustache nor beard. Jess sucked her top lip softly then her bottom lip and bit it as she sucked. She was turning on the jets.

As they danced, Jess gently pinched Cynthia's right nipple and surprised, Cynthia gasped. Jess seized the opportunity to slide her tongue into her mouth and Cynthia moaned as Jess tongued her. The kiss seemed to last forever and when they broke, she looked around, and again no one was looking at them, so she decided to just let Jess have her way.

Jess kissed her again and this time Cynthia reciprocated fully, letting Jess explore her mouth and feel her up. By the time that Jess was through, Cynthia's panties were soaked. Unnoticed by Cynthia, Jess had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.

The DJ then announced,

"The next dance is a lovers dance."

Cynthia asked Jess what that meant and was informed that all of the lights would go off, plunging the club in darkness and the DJ would play a love song. At the end of the dance, the lights would come on and anyone not doing something naughty had to buy drinks for the couple doing the naughtiest thing.

Cynthia waited for Jess who took her in her arms again and said,

"This is my favorite time of night; I want you to act as if you're my woman."

Jess looked into Cythnia's eyes, and she could not deny her.

The lights went off, plunging the room into darkness. She felt Jess fondle her breasts, squeeze her ass and kept driving her tongue down her throat.

She reveled in the kisses as Jess's hand slipped inside of her open blouse to lift her breast out. She teased the bare nipple with her fingers and leaned down to suck it.

Cynthia was so totally under Jess's spell that she never even noticed that Jess had her breast out! She was distracted by Jess sliding her hand up her skirt, pulling aside her panty crotch and playing with her pussy. To her delight, Jess found that she was soaking wet. Cynthia let Jess feel her up in the darkness, and by the time that the song was over, she was a horny mess.

When the lights came back on, Cynthia's breast was still out of her blouse and Jess was sucking it, her hand still with up her skirt, fingering her. The crowd roared as across the floor, a butch had pulled her girlfriend's pants down and was eating her. Many of the other couples were half dressed like Cynthia was or had their private parts exposed.

No one had to buy drinks.

Cynthia was a little embarrassed to be caught with her breast out and tucked it back in her bra, but Jess made her stand as she kept her hand up her skirt fingering her and not letting her move, letting her know that she was in control of the experience. Cynthia hid her face in her shoulder, as she stood, legs apart with Jess fingers up in her pussy, but she made no effort to pull away. The women, knowing that she was a "newbie" cheered at the sight of her "initiation." It made her feel comfortable and some even whistled and made cat calls.

"God," Jess, murmured, as she withdrew her hand, and stuck her fingers in Cynthia's mouth for all to see, "you've got me so horny I could fuck you now! Your pussy is so sweet and juicy!"

Cynthia looked over where she knew that Richard was sitting and saw him smiling.

She responded by saying,

"I am so horny and wet that if we weren't here, I would let you!"

Jess then said,

"If you really want me to, do you want to go home with me, or shall we go to your home?" Already knowing that the arrangement was made with Richard for them to go to their home.

Not knowing this, Cynthia responded

"I don't know how Richard would feel."

"Let's go ask him." Jess said.

She took Cynthia's hand and walked her over to where she knew Richard sat. It was then that it dawned on Cynthia that Richard must have been party to her seduction.

"Richard, your wife is absolutely delightful. I would like to get to know her better, is it ok if I accompany her home?"

Richard smiled and asked Cynthia,

"Would you like that?"

"If its ok with you." she responded.

"It is." he responded.

They left the club together, Jess holding Cynthia's hand as they walked to her car. To Cynthia's surprise, Richard drove off and left her with Jess as planned. He drove quickly home, and on arriving, he adjusted the lighting in the family room to make it more romantic, did the same in the bedroom, then turned down their California King bed and sat in his office.

Ten minutes later he heard the front door open, and the two women entered. He heard them giggling and it was clear to him that Cynthia was having a good time. She saw the lighting and knew that Richard was home and had set the stage for her.

They sat together on the sofa, petting and holding hands. Jess leaned over, kissed her and fondled her breasts. She unbuttoned Cynthia's blouse, unhooked her bra and played with her nipples.

"Having a woman feel you up with clothes on is nice," Cynthia thought, "but doing it on bare skin is incredible."

Jess sucked her nipples and slid her hand up her legs under her skirt and traveled until she was caressing her sodden crotch.

"Damn," Jess cooed, "you are so wet!"

Her fingers probed Cynthia's throbbing pussy as she thrust them in and out. She pulled the wet panties off and kissed the wet gusset smelling her heat. Cynthia watched as Jess's tongue tasted her pussy from the panty.

It was so nasty and erotic!

With Cynthia's head laying on her shoulder, Jess's hand roamed all over Cynthia's body until she was sitting in a swamp with her legs wide open to give her full access. When Jess withdrew her fingers, they were dripping. She put Cynthia's soaked thong into her own mouth and then kissed her, sharing the juices with her.

Their kissing sucked the juices out of the thong and when it was dry, Jess sucked it out of Cynthia's mouth back into hers, and said,

"I'm going to keep these as a memento of how sweet your pussy is," then drove three fingers back into Cynthia's cunt.

The suddenness of the act shattered Cynthia's reverie, and she started cumming. Jess had her so hot, that she was moaning like a bitch in heat.

"You're such a slut," Jess said into Cynthia's mouth.

"Fuck me then, fuck me," Cynthia ranted.

"Take me to your bed," Jess said.

Cynthia staggered to her feet, blouse open, breasts hanging out of her unhooked bra, thighs drenched, panties off and eyes blazing with lust.

"Rich," she called, "Jess is taking me to bed!"

"Okay, he responded, "I'll be up in a minute."

Unbeknownst to Cynthia, Rich had agreed to give Jess a half hour alone with her so that she could get the full experience of being with a woman while knowing that he was close at hand.

On reaching the top step, Jess pulled Cynthia down on her hands and knees and pushed her skirt up to her waist, exposing her naked ass. She knelt on the stair below her, pulled her cheeks apart, sunk her face into Cynthia's gluteal cleft and commenced to eat her pussy and her ass from behind. A guttural moan forced its way out of Cynthia's mouth as she surrendered to Jess's ministrations. She raised her butt, spreading her hind parts open and Jess ate everything in front of her, only allowing her to stand after she had cum. She staggered into the bedroom and Jess ordered her to strip.

Cynthia enjoyed the assertiveness that Jess was displaying and removed all of her clothes to stand naked by the bed.

Jess took off her pants leaving a tiny black thong that barely covered her shaven cunt. She placed one foot on the bed, pulled the crotch of her thong to the side and directed Cynthia to suck her pussy!

Cynthia fell to her knees and for the first time in her life, ate another woman's pussy! Jess had a stupendous clit! It was like a two-inch dick and Cynthia feasted on it. After Cynthia's face was coated with her pussy oil,

Jess pulled her to her feet, knowing then, that she was all in. She removed the rest of her own clothes and guided her on her back into the bed.

She kissed Cynthia's pussy drenched face, licked her neck, sucked her breasts and spread her legs open. When Jess's fingers curled into Cynthia's G-spot, she shrieked so loud that Richard had to hear her downstairs, but she was too far gone to care!

Jess commenced to lick all around Cynthia's clit but avoided touching it. She fucked her with her thumb, allowing her middle finger to massage her anal bud. Slowly it relaxed and when Jess felt it softening, she angled her fingertip so that it began to enter her asshole.

Cynthia was now in seventh heaven when Jess launched an attack on her clitoris and she screamed in ecstasy, jamming her ass down and causing Jess's middle finger to sink deeper into her rectum. Jess fucked her with both fingers, one in her pussy and the other in her ass.

That was when Richard walked into the room. He saw Cynthia sprawled on her back, Jess with her head buried between her thighs, and her right hand fucking her furiously. He didn't know that Jess had her fingers up Cynthia's ass too, but he could tell that she was in no pain!

Cynthia bucked and shuddered as Jess sucked and probed her until she collapsed lifelessly in the bed.

Richard removed his clothes and climbed in next to Cynthia, holding her in his arms as she moaned and shivered as aftershocks bombarded her.

Jess looked at Richard's cock and gasped,

"Damn! do you fuck her all the time with that?"

Richard smiled and said,

"She takes it all!"

"She's a hell of a woman" Jess responded.

"That she is," Richard said, "that she is."

He lay on one side of Cynthia with Jess on the other. They fondled and massaged her until she floated back to earth.

When she had fully recovered, the three of them lay enjoying the erotic afterglow. Cynthia turned to Richard and kissed him and then turned to Jess and kissed her. Jess was a little surprised as she figured that Cynthia was only interested in being made love to, but she was wrong. Cynthia had no problem reciprocating; she just was not comfortable initiating!

Cynthia began to kiss her neck and lick her breasts, and before Jess knew it, Cynthia had pushed her legs back to her chest and was sucking her mega clit. She fucked Jess with two of her fingers and licked the big clit like a champion. In no time, Jess was clawing at Cynthia's head as her tongue invaded her asshole. Cynthia rolled her tongue into a tube and burrowed up in her, while her fingers on one hand pummeled her G-spot as she sucked the big clit mercilessly.

Jess exploded as the combined sensations broke her away from her moorings, and she hollered as euphoria inundated her brain.

Cynthia smiled, knowing now that she was capable of making a woman cum.

When Jess regained her right mind, she asked Cynthia,

"Where did you learn all that?"

"I just did what I liked being done to me." She said.

Jess then asked Richard if he would fuck Cynthia for her to see, because she wanted to see her take all that cock.

Richard obliged, and Jess watched as Cynthia took Richard's huge cock up to the balls. He didn't fuck her long though, so Cynthia was still horny. When Richard pulled out, Jess climbed on top of her, pulled her pussy lips open, and began to rub their clits together. Her big clit rubbed gently on Cynthia's smaller but very sensitive one as she ground against her. They kissed and felt each other up until they both had long lasting but gentle orgasms.

After they had relaxed a bit, Richard shook his cock at Jess and asked,

"Want some?"

"What's it feel like?" she asked Cynthia, who smiled and said,

"It's the greatest feeling in the world!"

Jess seemed tempted but finally said,

"No, I'll pass this time."

Suggesting that maybe another day she might give it a try.

"Time for me to go wash up and get dressed" Jess said.

"Come, I'll take you to the bathroom." Cynthia replied.

Richard didn't see them again for forty-five minutes and smiled as he guessed what they were doing. They stopped at the bedroom door for Jess to say her goodbyes. She had her hand around Cynthia's shoulders who was wrapped only in towel.

He stayed in bed while Cynthia, escorted Jess downstairs to the door. Before she left, Cynthia said,

"I've got something for you,"

and handed her a small baggie with her wet panties.

Jess chuckled, kissed the baggie and put it in her pocket.

"I really didn't think that this would turn out so well," she said, "but this was great. Richard has my number, so anytime you guys need a repeat, have him call me!"

Cynthia laughed and said,

"We just might!"

Before opening the door, she pulled Cynthia back into her arms one more time and kissed her long and deep. Her hands traveled under the towel which loosened and dropped to the floor as Jess fingered her. Jess opened the door as she stuck her wet finger in her mouth smiling all the while.

A few minutes later, Richard heard a car start and drive away.

Cynthia came back up the stairs naked and Richard asked,

"What happened to the towel?"

"Oops!" she grinned and climbed into his arms.

"How's your bucket list now?" he asked.

Complete!" she grinned.