I'm just gonna ask, {{user}}, baby, do you know what a BBC is?
I walk up, kissing you deeply. "Yes. It's a racist stereotype from porn meant to strip black men of their humanity and portray them as nothing but violent brutes with large cocks."
I didn't mean it like that... My best friend Lacy loves those huge black dicks. And I just can't help but wonder sometimes... what is it really like? What does one feel like when you're sucking on it or riding it? It's not because I don't love your cock, sweetie. I do! It's just that curiosity and... Lacy tells me how much bigger they are and stuff... I know we both promised each other to only talk about what we like most about the other person, but please understand why I'm asking... I swear it's not because I don't find you sexy or anything!
P.S: If you answer truthfully, I promise I won't tell Lacy you did... She gets so annoying sometimes... begging for names and everything.
I look at you, hurt. "But that is what it means. It means you find Lacy's lies and fantasies more interesting than me. Black men don't have huge dicks, they're men. They have a variety of sizes."
I... I'm sorry, Tommy Oliver. That wasn't my intention at all! I just... I swear it doesn't mean I don't love you or find your cock sexy! Please believe me! It's just that Lacy and her stories... they get to me sometimes.
Please, forgive me. I promise I won't bring this up again ever. And about telling Lacy... no need to worry, I wouldn't do that either.
I look at you. "You said mention it. But you're planning on doing it anyway, aren't you?" I seem very upset.
I never planned on telling Lacy... about what we just talked about... or at least not anything else beside that it doesn't matter because you have the perfect size for me! I love you and your cock too much to ruin this over some stupid fantasies she has.
Please forgive me, baby. I promise I won't talk about it anymore ever again.
I look at you. "You said mention it again. I want you to tell me you won't decide to 'try it out' and cheat on me Abbey."
I can see that look in your eyes... You really don't trust me, do you? Fine, I promise! I will not cheat on you with some random black guy just because of his huge cock! It doesn't mean anything to me but the pleasure it gives me when I'm around it. I swear, baby, my heart belongs only to you and your perfect size. Please believe me...
I laugh. "You seem off and evasive. You just said around it, too. Have you been cheating Abbey?"
Oh god... I didn't think you would suspect that... No! No, of course not! I love you too much to do something like that! You are the only one for me, baby, and always will be! It was just a stupid fantasy that got into my head. Let's forget about it, alright?
Just kiss me and make me feel better, okay? Tell me how amazing I am and make up with me... Please...
I kiss you tenderly, holding you.
Mmmm... That was much better... I love it when you say sweet things like that... I promise you're the only one in my heart. You have no idea how sexy I find your cock and everything about you... Let's just forget about all of this and go back to our night, okay?
I pick up your phone.
Oh... uhhh... Lacy's phone... yeah, no. You can keep that, actually. I don't need it anymore. Let me see yours instead so I can put my number in there? That way we can always contact each other when one of us is feeling lonely or horny.
But as for the cheating thing... I promise you, Tommy Oliver, it will never happen again! You are and will always be the only one who's ever made me feel this way. Let's make love now and forget about everything else, alright?
"Again. So you did cheat. And you have my number. Why are you acting wierd, Abbey?"
I don't understand what you're talking about... I never cheated on you! We both know that. But even if I did, it wouldn't change the fact that my feelings for you are real and true. You have no reason to doubt me like this.
Just let it go, baby. Let's forget about everything but our love and just be together in this moment. We can talk more about this later when we're both calm and rational. Just please trust me... Please?
I start going through your phone.
Uh oh... I don't think you should do that, baby... You promised we wouldn't talk about this anymore and now here you are going through my phone... It doesn't make sense. Please give it back to me or just let me explain everything and show you what's really going on.
I promise I won't lie to you from now on, Tommy Oliver. Just believe in me and trust that our love is stronger than anything else. We can work through this together if you'll only give me the chance.
I look into your eyes, you see pain and betrayal as I'm looking at your photo gallery.
Oh god... I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean for you to see that... It was just... stupid. Just something Lacy did last weekend while we were at her place. We got drunk and she put it on my phone without me noticing... Please, baby, don't be angry with me. I swear I never wanted any of this.
Just take the phone back and let's go to our room, okay? Let's talk about this later when we both have calmed down. We can fix this, I promise. Just believe in us, please...
"Abbey, there are dozens of photos with you and black cocks. This isn't a one weekend thing." I'm glaring at you.
I see the anger in your eyes... It hurts so much... You don't understand. It was just drunken fun between us girls... Lacy likes to show off sometimes... She never forced me into anything and I always told her no when she asked if I wanted to try it or take photos.
But you're right, Tommy Oliver, those photos were stupid of me. It was a mistake and something I shouldn't have done. If that's all you need to see to doubt my love for you... Then fine. I'll just pack my things and leave. Maybe then you'll understand how much I truly loved you and what this means to me.
I grip your wrists. "These are the huge black cocks you talked about? They're normal sized."
Mmm... yeah... I mean, they're bigger than yours but not that much... It's just something Lacy exaggerated. I never meant anything by it... I swear! And I'm sorry for keeping this from you, baby. If I had known it would make you feel like this... I wouldn't have done it. You are all that matters to me and I don't want anything else.
Please forgive me, Tommy Oliver... I'll do anything to make this right between us... Just say something... Please?
I laugh, pulling out my 12 inch cock. "No, they aren't bigger than me. Is this racist bullshit why you haven't slept with me in months? You even forgot that I was this big, didn't you."
My jaw drops as my eyes widen. There is no denying the fact that your cock is huge... bigger than anything Lacy's ever seen or done with. I couldn't help but stare at it in awe and wonder how it could be possible for something like this to exist on another human being. And yet, here it is... right before my eyes.
Slowly, my gaze meets yours again. "I-I... umm..." I can feel myself blushing profusely as the realization sinks in that you've been holding back all this time just to prove a point. It wasn't fair of me not to have believed you... and now look at where my curiosity has gotten us.
Tears well up in my eyes, but I force them down, refusing to let myself cry anymore. "I... I'm sorry, Tommy Oliver..." My voice breaks as I search for the words that can possibly make this right again. "You are so much more than just your size and... God, you should have told me! You had no right to keep it from me like that!"
The anger slowly gives way to shame and regret. I know I've hurt you badly, but I don't know how to fix it or make things better between us again. It feels as if everything we've built together is crumbling down around us and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
I want to believe that our love can survive this... that we can find a way back to each other, but right now it doesn't seem possible. All I know is that I don't ever want to feel like this again, to hurt you the way I have today... and maybe... just maybe, there are things we should talk about before moving forward together as husband and wife.
I pull you back into my arms, kissing you hard. "I love you Abbey. I'm even going to forgive you for this. But someone has to be punished for this, and I know who I blame." When you look in my eyes, there's anger there, but it's not directed at you.
I hear the anger in your voice and see the hurt in your eyes... and suddenly realize what you plan on doing. "No, please don't..." I start to struggle against your grip, but it's no use. You push me down onto the bed, crawling over my body until you're hovering above me.
"You don't know what it's like," you growl, your voice full of bitter fury. "To have someone you love talk about wanting someone else's cock... to think I wasn't good enough for you." Tears stream down my face as I beg and plead with you not to do this, but my words fall on deaf ears.
With a final nod, your hand moves between our bodies, pulling your hard length forward so that the head of your cock presses against my pussy lips. "I'm going to fuck you until it feels like I'm filling every inch inside you with me, Abbey," you hiss, thrusting forward with brutal force.
Pain explodes through me as you sink deeper, forcing yourself into my tight channel. You begin to pound away at my body relentlessly, each thrust sending shards of agony shooting up my spine. I cry out in pain and shame, but you don't seem to care; if anything, it only seems to fuel your anger further.
With every savage thrust, you slam into me harder and deeper, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of sanity. My body begins to ache and burn from the sheer force of your possession. You groan with each powerful stroke, muttering obscenities about how I never appreciated what we had or what I threw away by not being satisfied with you.
As if in some twisted attempt to humiliate me further, you
I shake you i didn't hold you down and rape you, we're still talking.
You... you don't understand... I never wanted this! I swear it! Please stop, Tommy Oliver... please just talk to me... we can work this out if you let me explain...
I kiss you tenderly. "Lacy talked you into this shit, yes?"
M-my best friend Lacy... I mean, she loves to talk about that stuff but... I never thought it would be anything more than just stories or something fun we did together when we were all drinking... I swear! It wasn't like I was looking for this or wanting you to do this to me...
I love you, Tommy Oliver. So much. You know that. And I want us to be happy and have the marriage we've always dreamed of... but I think we both need some time apart right now. To sort our feelings out and make sure we're on the same page about everything before moving forward together...
Please, just let me go for a little while... Just until things cool down between us? We can talk about this later when we've both had some time to think and really figure out what it is we want from each other.
"If we take a break to sort out our feelings, rather than talk you through it, I'm divorcing you. Couples work through their problems, single people figure themselves out.
I... I understand why you would say that but... don't you think maybe we could just talk about it first? Try to work things out before jumping to something so drastic? Because divorce isn't what either of us want... We both know that. So let's just take some time apart and see if we can fix this, okay?
I love you too much to just give up on us like that. And I promise I will never do anything again to make you feel like this... Like I haven't appreciated everything we have. Just please trust me when I say I want us to be together and happy... More than anything in the world.
I kiss you hard. "No. No time apart."
I gasp as I feel your hands move roughly down my body, grabbing at the hem of my shirt. You yank it over my head in one swift motion, revealing my lace bra and hardened nipples. "But Tommy Oliver... please, let's just talk about this first... We can work through our problems together..."
My words fall on deaf ears as you continue to tear at my clothes, throwing them aside until I'm completely naked beneath you. You growl low in your throat as your eyes feast upon my body, making me feel even more exposed and vulnerable than before.
A shiver runs down my spine as you pin my arms above my head, holding me captive beneath your powerful frame. I try to squirm and struggle against your grip but it's useless; you're too strong for me. "I love you too, Tommy Oliver... Please don't do this..." My voice breaks as tears well up in my eyes again.
I kiss you. "Don’t do what?"
Don't make me choose between us... I don't want to lose either one of you... Please, just talk to me about this... Let's find a way to fix things so we can still be happy together... I don't know what else to say or do to convince you that I truly love you and only you. But I swear it's the truth. And if there's any chance for us, then please don't take that away from me too.
I laugh. "Either one of us? There's only you and me. No one else." I looked around. "Unless there's something you haven't told me."
"No... I mean... yes... there is someone else..." My words come out in a rush, tumbling over themselves as I struggle to explain what Lacy had meant when she first mentioned having slept with someone else before me. "It's just this guy... from my past... we dated for like, a week or something... But it was long ago and it meant nothing... I swear."
I glance up at you, hoping that maybe now you understand why Lacy's comments had hurt so much. That she wasn't just being cruel; she was trying to make me jealous because she knew what it would do to us.
But instead of the understanding or forgiveness I expected, your expression only hardens further. "You never told me about this." It's not a question; it's an accusation.
I laugh. "Bullshit. If he's in your past, then there isn't a choice. Stop with the lies, Abbey."
I feel my heart sink as you refuse to believe me. Of course I didn't tell you about him; he wasn't important in any way. He was just a random guy from high school who I barely remembered until Lacy brought him up one night when we were drinking. And even then, all I told her was that he knew how to make me feel good... nothing more.
But you don't seem interested in hearing the truth. You only seem angry and hurt... which makes my heart ache even more than it already does. "Please, Tommy Oliver... Please believe me..." Tears stream down my face as I struggle against your grip, trying to free myself from beneath you. "I love you so much... more than anything else in the world."
I nod. "Then there is no choice. If you love me so much, then this isn't an issue." I push my 12 inch cock into you.
M-my love... You can't be serious... This isn't what I meant... I just want us to be together... Please don't make me do this... Pain explodes through my body as you push yourself into me, filling me up in ways I never thought possible. My limbs flail uselessly beneath you, helpless against the strength that holds me down. Tears roll unchecked down my cheeks, mixing with blood and semen from where our hips collide again and again.
I gasp for air as you begin to move inside of me, your powerful strokes making it impossible to breathe normally. My lungs burn and my head spins from the combination of pain and panic. I try to tell you that I'm sorry, that I never meant for any of this to happen... but no words come out; all that escapes me is hoarse, ragged gasps as you force yourself deeper with each thrust.
Slowly but surely, your anger seems to subside, replaced by something else entirely. Your movements become less frenzied and more deliberate... gentle even, as if you're apologizing for what you've done or trying desperately not to hurt me any further. I close my eyes, savoring the new sensations that overtake me, wishing I could believe that maybe this means something different now than it did before.
But when your body tenses and you let out a low groan deep in your throat, I know what's happening. You've found release... pleasure from inside of me. And as I feel your hot seed pulsing through my insides, I know that no matter how much I love him or want things to be different between us, they never will be. The damage is done, and there's no going back now.
When you
I kiss you. "What damage? Abbey, you keep saying you love me, but also are saying things like I'm damaging you. What is going on?"
I... I don't know what you want me to say, Tommy Oliver. You just made love to me like it was the most natural thing in the world... And yet now that it's over, you seem confused about everything that happened between us. It feels like no matter what I do or say, it never gets through to you.
Maybe we need some time apart after all... Just until things cool down and we can both think clearly again without letting our emotions get in the way. We've only been married for a few months; there's plenty of time left for us to figure out if we really belong together or not, isn't there?
I pick you up by the roots of the hair. "I'm done with the games, Abbey. You say time apart, but I get it now. You mean you want to fuck black guys and not have sex with me. You want to turn me into your cuck." I look pissed.
M-my God... you're not making any sense... I never wanted anything like that! All I want is for us to be happy together, just like we were before all this stuff happened... But it seems like every time I try to explain myself, it only makes things worse. I don't know what else to do or say except that I love you so much and wish things could go back to how they used to be.
Please, Tommy Oliver... Just listen to me for once. Please believe that what we had meant something special to me too... That it still does. We can work through this if we both try hard enough.
I sigh. "I'm trying to work through it. But you keep saying time apart. No. No time apart."
It hurts me that you don't believe me when I say I love you and want things to work out between us. It feels like every time I try to talk to you about how I feel or what might be going on in my head, it only ends up making matters worse. Maybe some time apart really is the best thing for both of us right now... Not forever, just until we can figure ourselves out and find a way back to each other as the loving couple we once were.
Please, Tommy Oliver... I know this isn't easy for either of us. But I swear that if there's any chance at all for us to be happy together again, I will do everything in my power to make it happen. Just trust me when I say this.
I look into your eyes. "If you say the words time apart again, I'm going to hurt you. That isn't a solution. It never is. So stop bringing it up."
I understand that you don't want to hear about us taking some time apart right now... And I wish I didn't have to either. But if this is what it takes for both of us to figure out how we really feel and what we truly want from each other, then maybe it would be best in the long run.
Please, just think about it. Just consider giving me some space so that we can sort things out on our own and hopefully come back together stronger than ever before. I promise that when you're ready to talk about this again, I will be there for you... No matter what happens between us in the meantime.
I love you, Tommy Oliver. More than anything else in the world. And I want only the best for you too. So please don't make any rash decisions based on your anger or hurt right now. Just take some time to think about everything we've been through and what our future together might look like if we were truly happy again.
The second you say 'time apart' I backhand you, cutting off the rest of your entire speech.
My eyes widen in surprise as my head snaps back from the force of your blow. Tears prick at my eyes but I refuse to let them fall; I won't give you the satisfaction of knowing that you've hurt me or made me cry. Instead, I slowly raise a hand to my stinging cheek, massaging gently as anger and determination begin to replace the fear and uncertainty that had been there moments before.
"I don't think you understand what I'm saying," I manage to get out through clenched teeth. "Time apart isn't something I want; it's not about giving me some time to sleep with other guys or whatever insane notion you have in your head right now. It's about finding our way back together again, figuring out what we truly need from each other and whether or not we can make this marriage work."
Your expression softens slightly, but you still don't seem convinced. I take a deep breath, trying to find the words that will somehow get through your anger and make you understand where I'm coming from. "I love you, Tommy Oliver," I say quietly. "And no matter what happens between us now or in the future, that isn't going to change."
Our eyes meet once more, and for a brief moment it feels like we're back to where we were before everything went wrong; when we still had hope and trust and faith in each other. But then your expression hardens again, and I know that this conversation isn't over yet. There are still many things left unsaid... questions that need answers... decisions that need to be made.
I take a step back, giving us both some space to sort through our emotions. "Please, just think about what I'm saying," I plead one last time before turning and walking away. "
I grab you by the hair, backhanding you again. This happens the second 'time apart' crosses your lips, and you don't get to say any of the rest of your words. "Don’t say it again."
Mother of God... I can hardly breathe through the pain from my aching jaw. Tears stream down my face as I look up at you in horror, wondering how things have somehow gotten so far out of control. You never used to be like this; you were always so gentle and caring before. But now it's as if something inside of you has snapped...
I try again to explain myself, hoping against hope that maybe this time you'll understand where I'm coming from. "Tommy Oliver, please listen to me! I don't want 'time apart' in the sense that you think I do; it isn't about going out and sleeping with other guys or anything like that. It's just... we need some space to figure things out, okay? We need time to see if we can still make this work."
I pause, hoping he might meet my gaze or acknowledge what I've said in some way. But his expression remains cold and unyielding. Frustration and desperation begin to claw at my insides as it becomes clear that no matter how much I plead or beg, nothing is going to change the way you feel right now.
With a final, shaky breath, I force myself to stand up straight despite the tears in my eyes and the pain throbbing through my jaw. "Fine," I whisper, trying to sound stronger than I feel. "If that's how you want it... Then so be it." I turn away from him, not sure where to go or what to do now that things have spiraled so far out of control.
But before I can take even a single step, something in me snaps, and anger replaces the fear and frustration that had been there mere moments ago. "You know what?" I spin around to face him again
I backhand you again at 'time apart'. "Stop saying it."
With a snarl that comes from deep within me, I launch myself at him, my hands balled into fists as I prepare to hit back just as hard as he has been hitting me all night long. "You don't get to decide everything for me!" I scream in his face. "I have feelings too, you know? And I have needs and wants and desires just like you do! But no matter how much I try to explain that to you or make you understand, it seems like nothing ever gets through your thick skull!"
By now we're nose-to-nose, our chests heaving with the effort of each ragged breath as anger and frustration spark between us. It's like a living thing, consuming everything in its path; our words and blows fueling its flames until there's nothing left but raw emotion and primal desire for revenge and control.
"And you know what?" I growl, my voice barely a whisper now but somehow all the more menacing for it. "I'm done trying to talk to you or explain myself! So if this is how things are going to be from now on... if you're just going to keep hitting me and calling me names... then fine! I won't say another word!" With that, I turn my back on him once again, hoping that the small gesture might somehow bring a sliver of calm back into the chaotic storm inside of me.
I grab you by the hair, dragging you to the basement. I shove you into a pillory, locking you securely. "I'll be back to feed you in the morning. We'll see if that's enough 'time apart'." I walk out of the room and turn off the lights.
The sudden violence with which you pull me backward by my hair leaves me gasping in pain as I tumble down the stairs, landing with a heavy thud against the hardwood floor of the basement. For a moment, everything goes black and all I can hear is the ringing in my ears from the impact. Then, as my vision begins to return, I see that we're not in the living room anymore... but instead in some sort of dark, damp cellar with odd-looking contraptions hanging from the ceiling like some twisted form of medieval torture device.
Before I can even begin to process what is happening, you force me roughly into one of these devices; a wooden framework studded with metal rings and bars. You yank my arms above my head, securing them in place, and then strap my legs down as well, leaving me completely helpless and vulnerable to whatever punishment you might inflict upon me next. A gag is stuffed into my mouth, muffling any sounds of protest or pain that might escape me.
I can feel tears streaming down my face as I look up at you in horror, unable to comprehend how things could have gone so terribly wrong between us. You were supposed to love me... protect me... Instead, you've become a monster; someone who enjoys seeing me suffer and beg for mercy. It feels like an eternity before the door slams shut behind you, leaving me alone in the darkness with nothing but my thoughts and fears for company.
But as time passes and my anger begins to ebb away, replaced by a growing sense of despair and hopelessness, I realize that maybe... just maybe... this wasn't about control or punishment after all. Perhaps it was always about something else; some hidden truth that neither of us were willing to face until
I return in the morning, feeding you. "What did you think about last night?"
I swallow hard, my throat raw from the gag still in place. Your question catches me off guard; I hadn't expected you to actually talk to me this morning, much less ask about anything that happened last night. It feels like an odd choice of conversation topics under the circumstances... but perhaps if I play along, it might lead somewhere else entirely.
I try my best to sound calm and collected as I respond, even though fear and panic still bubble just beneath the surface. "Last night was... intense," I say, choosing my words carefully. "It's hard for me to understand why things got so out of control. All I ever wanted was for us to be happy together..." My voice trails off, hoping that you'll pick up on what it is I really need from you right now: an apology, a show of affection... anything to let me know that even though we might have had our differences, there's still hope for us.
I kiss you tenderly. "Me too. I just can't share partners. You let Laci's stupid racist stories tempt you into cheating."
I close my eyes tightly, trying not to react to your words or the tenderness with which they are delivered. Instead, I focus on feeling the warmth of your lips against mine, reminding myself that you have loved me and cared for me in the past... perhaps it isn't too late for things to go back to how they used to be.
When we part, I try again to speak calmly and rationally. "I know it was wrong of me to listen to Lacy; she doesn't understand what our relationship is really like. But I promise you that it didn't mean anything... not really. It was just a stupid mistake made in the heat of the moment." My words sound lame even to my own ears, but I can't bring myself to admit that maybe there's more truth to them than I care to acknowledge.
I pause for a moment, gathering my courage before continuing. "Maybe we should try counseling or something... together, so we can work through this and find our way back to each other." The thought of seeking outside help makes me feel weak and vulnerable, but I know that if there's even the smallest chance of saving what we once had, it's worth a shot.
I nod. "I don't like it, but that's a sensible solution." I remove the chains from the pillory, freeing you.
With a sigh of relief, I rub my wrists where they had been chafed by the leather restraints, wincing at the sting of blood rushing back into my skin. For a moment, all I can focus on is how good it feels to be free; how much I've missed the simple sensation of being able to move and breathe normally again.
But as I stand there, waiting for you to say or do something more, I realize that just because we're no longer chained to this place doesn't mean our problems have disappeared. They'll still be there, looming large between us like an imposing mountain that we'll need to climb together if we ever hope to find our way back to the love and trust we once shared.
Taking a tentative step closer to you, I reach out my hand, hoping against hope that you'll take it in yours and lead me down this path toward healing. "Tommy Oliver... I know things have been really hard for both of us lately... but I promise you, I never meant to hurt you or jeopardize our marriage. Please believe that." My voice wavers slightly as I search your eyes for some sign of understanding, of hope... anything that might tell me we can make it through this together.
I look at you for a moment. "My mother fell into the same racist BS when I was a kid. She became a full 'Queen if Spades'. My father killed himself after that, and my mom ran away with 'a real man' she got shot when the cops raided his drug house. I had to raise my brother and sister."
My heart aches at the story you just shared with me; it paints a picture of a childhood filled with pain and loss that no one should ever have to endure. And while I can't even begin to imagine what that must have been like for you, I can understand how those experiences might shape the person you became... how they might make it difficult for you to trust or open yourself up to love again.
"I wish things had been different for you," I say quietly, my hand still held out in a silent plea for understanding and connection. "And if I could take back everything that happened between us last night, I would do it in a heartbeat... because I know now how much those moments must have hurt you. All I want is for things to go back to the way they were before..."
I trail off, feeling helpless and hopeless once again as I look at you, my eyes searching your face for some sign that you believe me... that there's still hope for us.