PJ and Makoto met through mutual friends, it was love at first sight. They went out on dates and spent plenty of time on the phone and in person. They were hardly ever apart. They had fallen in love. PJ proposed to her less than a year later and she accepted without hesitation.
The couple had vowed to wait until marriage to make love. PJ was already mildly experienced, but Makoto wasn’t. This made her virginity special and something he didn’t want to take from her haphazardly. However, the desire to express their love physically was too great. Makoto made the conscious decision to give herself to PJ fully, as a date for the ceremony wasn’t anywhere in the near future. Due to too many factors, that dream was indefinitely on hold. That was too long to wait, so she discussed with PJ about her full willingness to consummate their relationship. They made love that night.
PJ and Makoto continued to fornicate very often over the next year. Completely giving themselves to each other. PJ soon started becoming possessive and paranoid. This wasn’t just another woman with previous sexual experience. This was something only he had experienced with Makoto. Only he knew what it felt like, looked like, and tasted like to be with her. That made her body sacred to him. The thought of any other man experiencing her drove him mad with jealousy. However, he had lost love in the past because of these same issues, so he learned to tame them and trust his betrothed.
With the impending vows and the date finally set, the couple began their hunt for all things wedding-related. Makoto set out to find the perfect floral arrangements. That day, while tending to various aspects of the wedding, Makoto was confronted by a group of men. They were aggressive, they were thugs and they were black. They made passes at her–intimidated her. She felt uneasy and scared. She was a fighter but wasn’t feeling confrontational at the moment, so she brushed them off and they walked away laughing. As they left, one turned and looked her up and down as he blew her a kiss. Makoto was shaken but composed herself.
Before she was done for the day, Makoto left the florist, only to be confronted by that same man. He continued to sexually harass her. Being one on one now though, Makoto felt less in danger and stood up to him. But something wasn’t right. She felt confused. She could see he was tall, had a good body and was extremely attractive. Not just because of his looks, but his bad-boy demeanor captivated her. Makoto also noticed his gun peeking out of the top of his pants. This inexplicably excited her even more. Her panties were getting soaked as she got hornier and hornier for him.
He took it a step further, possibly noticing her arousal, and grabbed her ass. She tried to push him away, but somehow, as if on instinct, her hand ended up grabbing his crotch instead. She almost had an orgasm right there as she felt the sheer size of what he was concealing. Her arousal grew as he moved in to kiss her, but she snapped out of it, pushed him away and proclaimed that she was engaged, and stormed off.
Things didn’t end there, however. In the following days, Makoto kept reflecting on the incident, fighting herself to not be turned on by the encounter. But she couldn’t resist it and found herself masturbating, imagining what was in the man’s pants and what he would do to her with it. Even when making love to PJ, her thoughts were with that guy. After weeks of this, she came to a realization; she had to satisfy her temptation or continue to be tormented by the lust. She had to confront the man and perhaps she would be okay again after finding a flaw or excuse not to be attracted any longer.
After arriving back at the scene of the crime on a rainy day, Makoto sat in her car convincing herself that this was the right thing to do and there was no alternative. She was conflicted, both hoping to see him again and to never see him again. As luck would have it, he was indeed there with his friends.
Makoto mustered up the courage and walked towards them. She told the man she needed to talk to him. His friends left and went home as he went over to talk to her. The rain started coming down much harder at that point, so they ducked into an ally. Before Makoto could speak, she saw the thug soaking wet, his muscles glistening and the wetness on his pants highlighting the bulge within. She couldn’t get a word out before he embraced her and began deeply French-kissing her whilst his hand explored between her legs. She pushed him away again, but this time things went differently.
Thoughts of promising her body to only PJ crossed her mind. She was consumed by thoughts of betrayal and thoughts of only being with one man, but that only made her more wet. Instead of walking away, she slid down. Makoto undid his pants, pulled out his massive penis, and immediately, without a second thought, began sucking on it. After a few fervid moments, he pulled her back up, lifted her leg, moved her panties to the side, and shoved his cock into her vagina. They fucked as the rain fell, as the thoughts of betraying PJ swirled in her mind, until they both orgasmed simultaneously. Then, like a thief in the night, he left. Left Makoto standing there, her pussy full of his cum.
As unbelievably hot as the experience was, she felt overcome with guilt. She had to tell PJ before they got married. Whether it meant the end of their relationship or not, she had to be honest with the man she loved.
PJ and Makoto sat down for the discussion. PJ was anxious. His fiancee had never been so serious when asking him to converse with her before, but he kept positive. Things are always worse in your mind than in reality. At least so he thought. Makoto got choked up and tears started streaming down her face. She told her fiance what had happened. Every last detail.
PJ was shocked. He sat there frozen in sadness and rage. He had no idea how to react. She had broken the one covenant between them. The thing he had fought with himself over, the one thing he was certain she would never do, she did. But things were about to take an unforeseen turn.
Something came over Makoto. While PJ sat there stunned, her tears dried up, she regained her composure, only to tell him that she enjoyed it and couldn’t promise that it wouldn’t happen again. She told him if he loved her, he’d overlook her sexual sins committed and those of the future and marry her regardless. Theirs was about love and an entire life together. Sex was minor. Although once sacred, having given her virginity to him, it was now about her body, her choice and if he truly respected and loved her, he would still show up to the wedding.
Amazingly and unpredictably, this slutty, evil side of Makoto made PJ’s penis get rock hard. He was more turned on than ever and could feel the precum dribble down. But this slut just admitted to infidelity, essentially guaranteed it would happen again and again, and used their love and respect to manipulate him into staying with her in spite of it all. How could he allow himself to be such a cuck? It actually wasn’t a tough decision. He did love her. He couldn’t imagine his life without her and she was right, there was so much more to their relationship than sex. Still, he knew that all things considered, he would’ve still left her under normal circumstances. However, this wasn’t normal. The thought of her cheating still drove him insane, but not in the way it used to. It turned him on more than anything else ever had.
PJ and Makoto made mad passionate love that night. Afterward, while lying to slumber, Makoto grinned. She realized she had hit the jackpot. She could have as much sex as she wanted and not only keep her man, but virtually turn him into a vengeful sexual wraith who would ravage her upon hearing of her affairs.
As the weeks went by, Makoto had cheated a couple more times, but she didn’t tell PJ. As much as she liked what it did to him, she wasn’t doing it FOR him. This was about her. Not to mention, it gave her an extra thrill to keep her tales to herself and play her fiance for a fool.
Sometime later, the wedding was finally on the horizon. But first, the parties. PJ asked Makoto how far could the stripper go at his bachelor party. She angrily demanded there not be one, but if there ended up being one, there was to be no touching, and that she would know if he broke that promise. He asked her if it was fair that she gets to sleep around and he can’t even get a little touchy with another woman. She confirmed that was exactly the case. He was HER man and no one else’s.
The night of both parties, while celebrating with the boys and the stripper, PJ received a Snap. He opened up the message only to find a photo sent to him by his soon-to-be-wife. Makoto had sent a selfie of her wearing the bridal veil and white lingerie with her nipples clearly exposed. Her friends could be seen drunken and cheering in the background, but the most perturbing part was that Makoto was posing with her other arm around the waist of her stripper. He was exactly the kind of man that she couldn’t resist; a muscular and hung black man.
His dick ran almost down to her knees. The caption read, “Hope ur having a gd time honey! I no Im abt 2 😉 xoxo”. PJ knew exactly what she meant. She was going to have sex with the stripper. He thought about doing the same with his and blaming it on the alcohol, but again, the thoughts of what his wife was doing overcame him. Imagining this huge cock stretching his woman’s pussy wider than he ever could, penetrating her much deeper than he ever could and giving her orgasms more intense than he ever could. He found himself running to the bathroom to masturbate thinking about it.
Makoto’s despicable actions wouldn’t end at the bachelorette party. She had purposely chosen the sexiest black man driver she could to take her to the ceremony. While in the limo, she made her move. She flirted with him all through the drive there. When they arrived in the church parking lot, he fucked her in her wedding dress inside the car.
No one else knowing what had transpired, the ceremony went off as expected. It was beautiful despite all the underlying immorality. Everyone was joyous and celebratory. The happily married couple drove off to their honeymoon.
When the newlyweds arrived at their vacation hotel, Makoto noticed she was surrounded by handsome black men. Her devious mind immediately went to work. She sent her husband upstairs with the luggage under the guise of brochure checking. She was actually flirting with several of the men there. She was concocting something truly vile.
Eventually, Makoto made her way upstairs to join her new husband. It was time to consummate the marriage. They began with some wine. Unbeknownst to PJ, his new wife had slipped something into his glass. He soon got very sleepy and passed out. After making sure he was out cold, Makoto made a phone call. Soon, three of the men she met in the lobby arrived at their suite. They carried PJ to the couch to sleep, then proceeded to gang-bang Makoto in the bed. For the next couple of hours, Makoto was being spit-roasted, double-penetrated, and sucking off each of them in turn. In the end, after they left, Makoto lay there with cum all over her body and oozing from her pussy. She cleaned up, dragged PJ back to bed, and went to sleep. He never had any clue what went on, that he was the fourth man to make love to his new wife.
After returning from vacation, PJ sat Makoto down for a word. He didn’t know about the things his wife withheld, but he was under constant suspicion. To alleviate this, he decided it was fair to keep something sacred to themselves after all. He discussed with her and insisted that cunnilingus was kept for him. Only he could taste her. She agreed fully. She had no problem keeping that for her man alone.
A couple of months later came PJ’s birthday. Makoto had a big surprise for him. She wore her sluttiest, sexiest, tightest outfit and lead PJ up to their room. She gagged him, tied his hands and legs, and strapped him into the closet naked. PJ was bemused. He was waiting for her to divulge a safe word in case things went too far, but she didn’t. Instead, she smirked and closed the closet doors, leaving the shutters slightly open.
PJ started to panic wondering what was happening and how he’d escape. Then, Makoto returned. And she wasn’t alone. She had a bull of a black male with her. They immediately began to kiss and grope each other. PJ was in disbelief! His erection practically jumped out of his skin. He watched as Makoto gave her mate a blowjob. When that was over, what happened next, might have taken things too far.
Makoto whispered something into the guy’s ear while gazing at PJ in the closet and smiling. The man then made his way down as Makoto spread her legs wide as she could and he began to eat her pussy. Makoto moaned louder and louder, taking a brief moment to look directly at PJ and give him the middle finger. This is what she swore she would only do with him. Did she ever mean it, or was she just placating her husband? PJ watched in anger, but at the same time was spewing precum at how much of an evil slut he was married to.
After fucking for hours, and the man leaving the premises, Makoto went to set her hubby free. Upon parting the closet doors, she nearly slipped. The entire floor of the closet was pooled in precum and sweat. She set PJ free and he immediately threw her onto the bed and fucked her harder than ever before. He kept cumming, but was instantly ready for more again and again. Makoto’s pussy was pouring with a mixture of her man’s cum and her other man’s cum. She wondered what she could do next.
Makoto returned home one day late from work with another surprise for her husband; a tattoo. She turned around and lifted her skirt to reveal the ‘Queen of Spades’ tattoo on her left cheek. PJ knew what that meant, and as hot as he thought it was, he wondered how it could work if he was still allowed to make love to her. After the initial shock, he joked with Makoto about it. Her response was anything but funny. She told him she’s decided to ban him from her pussy. For the rest of her life, he could get anal from her and maybe a blowjob here and there, but her pussy was now BBC-only.
Eventually, PJ got used to the idea as their relationship took a sharp turn. Makoto was going out every weekend to party, have threesomes, go to orgies, gang bangs, went on overnight dates, and did innumerable casual sexual things behind his back, while he was relegated to only anal sex with his own wife. She did cave in and let him into her vagina once more though, but never again, for it was so stretched and accustomed to large black cocks that there was no grip around his penis and neither of them felt any sensation. Banned or not, he was never again able to sexually fulfill his wife.
Their relationship went otherwise normally, however. They went to work, went out to eat and see movies, took vacations, or just sat on the couch cuddling and watching TV. No one was ever the wiser about their appallingly perverse lifestyle.
For the rest of their lives, he was a cuck and she was a slut as detailed in one of their exchanges; he called her a whore. She replied, “I’m NOT a whore! You have to pay whores. I give it away for free. I’m a slut…”
END
EPILOGUE: In their fifties, things finally started to settle down. Makoto had given birth. She had gotten pregnant at a breeding party. The child was half black. The couple raised him together, and they never found out who the biological father was.
