It was to be a solemn occasion. I had plenty of time to consider the sacrifices and ramifications of the commitment I would make and what the remainder of my life would entail. My marriage would go on, of course, and I would continue making a nice living and supporting my lovely wife. But I have chosen to be more, better, something other than who I had been, devoting my time, my body, my heart to a wonderful man.
My heart pounded in my chest as I prepared myself and thought back to the events that brought me to this fateful afternoon.
All my life I knew I was different than the guys I knew. I had a secret attraction to my male friends which I hid for so many years. I watched them with desire as they matriculated, moved on in their careers, having girlfriends, marrying.
What made me a welcomed addition to the group of guys I hung with? Well, for starters I was always good with math. So good that I would be called upon to assist my buds with their homework. By assist, I mean they would have me do it for them.
But that was a small part of it. I was good with odds which made me valuable when it came to sports betting. I would suggest which way to wager and once they saw I was right, they had me over every Wednesday night to make the weekend picks.
One memorable Sunday when my best friend Rick won big on my tips, I was walking by him as he sat in his over-stuffed recliner watching the games. He was so elated by his winnings that he grabbed me and playfully pulled me onto his lap.
When I felt his cock settle against my soft pliable bottom I grew flush and although that moment lasted only a few seconds, it left me with no doubt that I was, to say the least, curious about guys.
A tight-knit group we were, over the years they teased, chided me about my lack of female companionship. They basically forced me into a marriage. "Dude, how come we've never seen you with a woman? Are you gay. Is that it, johnnie? You want cock instead of pussy?"
Unable to speak the truth, I relented and agreed to marry if only to maintain my secret.
Rick had introduced us, having us both Cindy and I over for dinner with his wife Leigh who happened to be Cindy's sister.
Ah, Cindy. What can I say about the woman who would become my pseudo wife? Even before we were introduced, I was aware of her exploits which consisted of many sexual conquests. To say she slept around would be generous. The guys would gossip about what an easy lay she was, how she dressed to attract men, and how open minded she was regarding who would be her cock du jour.
The consensus opinion from those who, I supposed experienced her talents was that she could suck an apple through a plastic straw.
Rick's wife Leigh cajoled him into constantly badgering me to marry the woman in an effort to rehabilitate her reputation. I got it. And secretly having feelings for Rick, I relented.
Just to keep up appearances, I dated her frequently.... no, make that nearly every night. I didn't try to have sex with her. It wasn't because she isn't attractive but because I wasn't really interested in women. She'd get frustrated with my lack of sexual attention to her needs and I would lie and tell her I was a virgin waiting until I married.
I have no idea whether she believed that or not. The fact was and is that I make a very nice living and could provide her with not only the necessities but also a lifestyle that was heretofore unavailable to her. That plus the urging of her sister to try to show some decency by marrying instead of whoring around pushed her in my direction.
So, she hung in there with me.
My heart wasn't really into it when Cindy walked down the aisle to join me at the altar. Yes, I kissed the bride, we danced, ate the cake, and left on our honeymoon beneath that cliché shower of rice raining down on us for good luck. But in the back of my mind, I was wondering how long we would remain husband and wife if and when she learned of my secret desire to be with a nice man.
Like me, Cindy had been cajoled into marrying me. It was during the plane ride to Jamaica that she confessed.
"Leigh thought Dequan was abusive and felt it her responsibility to get me away from him. He's black, you know."
But I didn't know and while his ethnicity didn't bother me one iota, and although I abhor abusive men, I was curious about him and asked many questions.
"Dequan is a man, johnnie, a real man. You felt it proper to wait until our honeymoon to have sex with me. Dequan would not have waited. As a matter of fact, he didn't. He fucked me long and hard the first night we met at the club. I was a little tipsy and when he held me close during a slow dance, I felt his cock against my tummy. I couldn't resist. I get horny when I drink and I had to feel it."
My new bride noticed me adjusting my own, nearly 5 incher as she relived her first fuck with Dequan.
"This excites you, does it?"
I had to confess that it did which brought a happy grin to her pretty face. "Want to hear more?"
"Please. Yes."
"Dequan treated me like his personal slut that night. During a fast number, he got behind me and ground his cock on my butt. I bent and rubbed up and down on him, doing my best twerking. He took that as permission to do as he pleased. The next thing I knew, he had my skirt up around my waist, his hands under my blouse, and all but fucked me right there on the dance floor."
"Good thing you stopped him, huh,?" I asked secretly hoping to hear more about his cock than their fucking.
"I didn't stop him, johnnie," she smiled at the memory. "Dequan knew he had me wrapped around his finger. He took me home to his apartment and had me beg him to fuck me."
"Did you? Did you beg for his cock,?" I asked, almost breathless.
Cindy giggled. "Let's just say that he fucked me like I had never been fucked before. He made me promise to fuck his friends, to eat pussy, to allow myself to be recorded having sex."
"Wow."
"Wow is right. But you know, it was worth it. He and his black buddies made me feel so much like a woman that I never thought I'd be marrying a white guy. You know?"
I asked a few questions about their cocks; were they huge, did they have big balls, did they cum big loads? Things like that. I hadn't confessed my attraction to her brother but Cin is no dummy. She caught on and came right out and asked if I was gay.
I was unable to answer, so overcome with guilt for marrying her under false pretenses.
