My Wedding Day

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AnnetteB

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Everything I'm about to say is truthful.

In 2012 I got married to my loving husband. He's white, about 5'9" and a very good man and dad to our little boy. He's not really good in bed and seems emasculated when he's trying to get inside me at times, but I endure that. In college I had a Black Man as my guy and for the most part we had a good relationship. He was a typical Mans Man type, played football and generally took what he wanted when he wanted it (sexually). In college (USC), I was dating and met my now husband my sophomore year and at the same time was sleeping with my Black Bull. My husbands family was very well off and I had met his mom a few times prior to the engagement. His family is from very old money and one of the more wealthy families in Highland Park, Texas. My husbands mom never seemed to like me as hard as I tried. Just wasn't good enough for her "little boy" as she called him (that drove me crazy - he's a damn grown man).

When my husband asked me to marry him I said that I would on one condition. We went to a coffee shop and I explained everything including that I loved to be with a black man and couldn't and wouldn't stop. I know that about myself. I told him that I truly loved him, wanted to marry him but he would have to accept this need throughout our married or until I might decide to stop. I told him that if he could live with that then we could marry as after we graduated and that this had nothing to do with my being in love with another man, it was literally just a "need" thing. It felt good that I didn't have to lie to my fiancé, although It hurt my heart to hurt him. He started to tear up (it was pretty embarrassing in a public place) and told me he would have to think on it, which I understood. I honestly assumed that I had lost him and he would run to his mom (he's kind of a mammas boy). I also knew that any man with true strength would never accept these terms or a woman with type my needs. Surprisingly, a few days later he came back and told me that he would accept my terms, but that his mom could never know. AGREED!!!

At that time I quit my Black Bull and dedicated myself to this engagement. My Bull wasn't happy, said he had other women, but that I was somehow special. I think he loved that I was on the cheer squad meaning I was always in shape and very flexible. He said nothing about our mental or emotional connection so I took it for being purely physical. We stayed in touch via email over the next year, but didn't see each other at all.

So enough of my background. It was a beautiful sunny Dallas Saturday and I was being married at 2PM that afternoon in a very old well established Church in Highland Park. The morning was spent at the hair stylist, makeup, final fitting, etc... My brides maids had finally left me apartment and I was waiting for the limo to pull up in about 30 minutes. I got a knock on the door and figured that one of my brides maids had forgotten something so I just opened the door. My college Bull was standing at my door with a stern look on his face. He kind of let himself in half heartedly tried to stop him. He then cornered me in my bathroom and asked me the typical "are you sure?" three or four times. I told him that I loved my fiancé and I was 100% sure. He then proceeded to remind me that I was the property of Black Men now and could never be happy with a lesser man. At that time he turned me around over the bathroom countertop (full wedding dress on), bent me over the counter and ripped my panties off. He pushed my face into the counter and ****** himself inside me all the time talking/yelling to me. "Your mine", "you cant live without this dick", feel that inside you? etc... I fought back a bit but knew that my efforts would be useless. I wasn't on birth control knowing that I would soon want to try to get pregnant by my husband. I had to watch myself being raped/****** in front of the bathroom mirror with my tears streaming. He didn't care about any of that and was inside me for about 10 minutes. He finished very deep inside me, slapped me hard on my ass (enough to leave a hand print that I figured I would later have to explain) and walked out the front door silent. I tried to clean as much as I could out but he penetrated past my cervix and had to be into my uterus.

Short addendum is that my husband I consemated our marriage that night and I did get pregnant very quickly. I spent to the next 9 months scared out of my mind and to what the baby would look like. To my delight, we had a toe headed little boy who is my light.

I've never seen my college Bull or heard from him after that day. I have no idea how his life is going or where he is. I will say that when I walked down the isle on my wedding day, with close to 750 guests I was weeping. Everyone thought it was from happiness, but I was physically, emotionally and mentally broken from that day and was very sore. It didn't help that his cum was dripping down my leg during the ceremony.

I'm not saying my experience is a positive thing and I truly wish it had never happened. I do. But it also reminded me what the raw power of a real man was like after not experiencing it for the year prior. As much as that day discussed me, I also knew my Bull was probably right. I might marry white, but I was Black owned.

I have a lot of experiences similar to this one. I don't regret any of them because I know that I put myself into these situations, probably on purpose. So its more on me than them. A Black Man is just born to procreate and really cent help themselves. In my opinion. Its the way God built them.

AnnetteB
 
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AnnetteB said:
Everything I'm about to say is truthful.

In 2012 I got married to my loving husband. He's white, about 5'9" and a very good man and dad to our little boy. He's not really good in bed and seems emasculated when he's trying to get inside me at times, but I endure that. In college I had a Black Man as my guy and for the most part we had a good relationship. He was a typical Mans Man type, played football and generally took what he wanted when he wanted it (sexually). In college (USC), I was dating and met my now husband my sophomore year and at the same time was sleeping with my Black Bull. My husbands family was very well off and I had met his mom a few times prior to the engagement. His family is from very old money and one of the more wealthy families in Highland Park, Texas. My husbands mom never seemed to like me as hard as I tried. Just wasn't good enough for her "little boy" as she called him (that drove me crazy - he's a damn grown man).

When my husband asked me to marry him I said that I would on one condition. We went to a coffee shop and I explained everything including that I loved to be with a black man and couldn't and wouldn't stop. I know that about myself. I told him that I truly loved him, wanted to marry him but he would have to accept this need throughout our married or until I might decide to stop. I told him that if he could live with that then we could marry as after we graduated and that this had nothing to do with my being in love with another man, it was literally just a "need" thing. It felt good that I didn't have to lie to my fiancé, although It hurt my heart to hurt him. He started to tear up (it was pretty embarrassing in a public place) and told me he would have to think on it, which I understood. I honestly assumed that I had lost him and he would run to his mom (he's kind of a mammas boy). I also knew that any man with true strength would never accept these terms or a woman with type my needs. Surprisingly, a few days later he came back and told me that he would accept my terms, but that his mom could never know. AGREED!!!

At that time I quit my Black Bull and dedicated myself to this engagement. My Bull wasn't happy, said he had other women, but that I was somehow special. I think he loved that I was on the cheer squad meaning I was always in shape and very flexible. He said nothing about our mental or emotional connection so I took it for being purely physical. We stayed in touch via email over the next year, but didn't see each other at all.

So enough of my background. It was a beautiful sunny Dallas Saturday and I was being married at 2PM that afternoon in a very old well established Church in Highland Park. The morning was spent at the hair stylist, makeup, final fitting, etc... My brides maids had finally left me apartment and I was waiting for the limo to pull up in about 30 minutes. I got a knock on the door and figured that one of my brides maids had forgotten something so I just opened the door. My college Bull was standing at my door with a stern look on his face. He kind of let himself in half heartedly tried to stop him. He then cornered me in my bathroom and asked me the typical "are you sure?" three or four times. I told him that I loved my fiancé and I was 100% sure. He then proceeded to remind me that I was the property of Black Men now and could never be happy with a lesser man. At that time he turned me around over the bathroom countertop (full wedding dress on), bent me over the counter and ripped my panties off. He pushed my face into the counter and ****** himself inside me all the time talking/yelling to me. "Your mine", "you cant live without this dick", feel that inside you? etc... I fought back a bit but knew that my efforts would be useless. I wasn't on birth control knowing that I would soon want to try to get pregnant by my husband. I had to watch myself being raped/****** in front of the bathroom mirror with my tears streaming. He didn't care about any of that and was inside me for about 10 minutes. He finished very deep inside me, slapped me hard on my ass (enough to leave a hand print that I figured I would later have to explain) and walked out the front door silent. I tried to clean as much as I could out but he penetrated past my cervix and had to be into my uterus.

Short addendum is that my husband I consemated our marriage that night and I did get pregnant very quickly. I spent to the next 9 months scared out of my mind and to what the baby would look like. To my delight, we had a toe headed little boy who is my light.

I've never seen my college Bull or heard from him after that day. I have no idea how his life is going or where he is. I will say that when I walked down the isle on my wedding day, with close to 750 guests I was weeping. Everyone thought it was from happiness, but I was physically, emotionally and mentally broken from that day and was very sore. It didn't help that his cum was dripping down my leg during the ceremony.

I'm not saying my experience is a positive thing and I truly wish it had never happened. I do. But it also reminded me what the raw power of a real man was like after not experiencing it for the year prior. As much as that day discussed me, I also knew my Bull was probably right. I might marry white, but I was Black owned.

I have a lot of experiences similar to this one. I don't regret any of them because I know that I put myself into these situations, probably on purpose. So its more on me than them. A Black Man is just born to procreate and really cent help themselves. In my opinion. Its the way God built them.

AnnetteB
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I'm a gay dude so never had same experience but as bad as it sounds I believe you actually wanted to be taken one last time by your black Bull. Shame it wasn't in the hotel after with your new hubby watching
 
Shyblackguy said:
Yeah, it was all levels of disrespect. He should've just said his piece and left. And while I agree it's the way God built us, I'm glad it's not all were born to do... although we can pretty much get by on the seat of our pants if we're cunning enough. 😏
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How long ago was this?
 
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What happened with you a couple years ago?
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I (22 at the time) Went to the only adult theater in my area and a couple was there for the hotwife to have fun. She was choosing her sample of black men and shooing away the white men. Now keep in mind this is an old theater with old theater seats. Seats were very low so Handjobs, blowjobs and titfucks were fine, but positioning to thrust into the pussy is a chore and very difficult.

I've already decided it wasn't my scene, but I went to talk to the cuck about his wife while watching these men get stimulated... I say that cause most didn't cum on her or in her (cause of positioning) and some used the other bi men to get their rocks off. I asked if what they were doing later and he said they'll be heading back to their hotel. I asked if I could tag along, he said it depends on if she wanted to. So most of the guys are leaving and she's surveying her surroundings while stimulating her pussy.

The moment her eyes land on me I'm walking up to her with a smile on my face. This is a go big or go home moment since I would have to make a good impression to have more fun. We make light talk while I'm fingering her before she asks why my cock is still in my pants. With that I unbuckle & let my pants fall to the ground. She grabs my cock and jams it into her mouth to get it lubed up. She wasted no time, put a condom on me and told me to stick it in spreading her legs. All eyes were either on me or the theater screen. With no time to steel myself I focused on her pleasure only and my positioning. I don't know how I managed to thrust comfortably in a spread eagle position on a theater chair but I did and the plaps rivaled the volume off the DVD playing on screen! As she was moaning, telling me how good I was inside her, I was convincing her to bring me back to the hotel with them. It doesn't take much convincing, the strokes are too good and she's dripping down the theater chair. We have a good time and she even tells me the next day to come over as she had an uneventful vacation day.

It's a minor example but I've heard of a guy getting a place to stay cause he got a woman dickmatized.
 
Shyblackguy said:
I (22 at the time) Went to the only adult theater in my area and a couple was there for the hotwife to have fun. She was choosing her sample of black men and shooing away the white men. Now keep in mind this is an old theater with old theater seats. Seats were very low so Handjobs, blowjobs and titfucks were fine, but positioning to thrust into the pussy is a chore and very difficult.

I've already decided it wasn't my scene, but I went to talk to the cuck about his wife while watching these men get stimulated... I say that cause most didn't cum on her or in her (cause of positioning) and some used the other bi men to get their rocks off. I asked if what they were doing later and he said they'll be heading back to their hotel. I asked if I could tag along, he said it depends on if she wanted to. So most of the guys are leaving and she's surveying her surroundings while stimulating her pussy.

The moment her eyes land on me I'm walking up to her with a smile on my face. This is a go big or go home moment since I would have to make a good impression to have more fun. We make light talk while I'm fingering her before she asks why my cock is still in my pants. With that I unbuckle & let my pants fall to the ground. She grabs my cock and jams it into her mouth to get it lubed up. She wasted no time, put a condom on me and told me to stick it in spreading her legs. All eyes were either on me or the theater screen. With no time to steel myself I focused on her pleasure only and my positioning. I don't know how I managed to thrust comfortably in a spread eagle position on a theater chair but I did and the plaps rivaled the volume off the DVD playing on screen! As she was moaning, telling me how good I was inside her, I was convincing her to bring me back to the hotel with them. It doesn't take much convincing, the strokes are too good and she's dripping down the theater chair. We have a good time and she even tells me the next day to come over as she had an uneventful vacation day.

It's a minor example but I've heard of a guy getting a place to stay cause he got a woman dickmatized.
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That's pretty f'n hot and I had no idea theaters like this even existed these days. Left her so dickmatized she needed it the next day. I could watch a scene like this everyday
 
This is really fucked up. I just dont understand it. This is a guy you’ve had sex with before, you got the ok from your fiance, he asked you “are you sure” multiple times and you said you are 100% sure. Yet you were raped. Now I am NOT saying you were not raped, physically or mentally. That’s for you to decide. but it seems to me you have some boundsary issues or problems saying no or something. This is like millions of girls fantasies, and you had every opportunity to back out, or even better, a chance to turn your husband into a cuck. You stated this was premeditated but fucking another guy before your husband on your wedding day/night without birth control is just straight up irresponsible. Maybe impulse control issues too? I seriously can’t wrap my head around what I just read. You are lucky with the end result. but jesus christ you seem very confused. I think you need some deep introspection. but that’s just my opinion. i dont intend this to sound mean, much love. But i think you should try to figure your emotions out.

I am not married but me and my girl are going on 5 years. Trust and openness is key to a relationship. We’ve had this fetish for probably 4 years give or take but havent taken the plunge. We dont have a lot of friends and are both very busy. She’s only been with a handful of guys, one who was black and one was like half black? And was talking to a black dude when i met her. After I won her over and asked if she had been with a black guy before I tried to hold back my jealousy but had to ask if he was big. Then she told me It was very underwhelming. THEN she told me I was the only guy to ever make her cum. I straight up said that’s a fucking tragedy lol. I am good at sex. I don’t say this from arrogance. my dick is maybe slightly above average but I know how to make a girl cum just from experience (slutty girls telling me) and watching porn from…. Too young of an age lol. She told me her fantasy was to have a threesome, either a guy or girl. She does indeed like girls. But i knew right off the bat she liked black dudes. I never watched too much IR porn, but seeing her turned on turns me on and now it’s (almost) strictly what I watch. I guess my thought process was to turn the jealousy into pleasure. Seems like it is working. Like I said, we havent gone the full mile yet but im 90% or more sure I wont be jelous and will have the time of my life. Never in a million years did I think I’d end up here. But relationships build off each other, and it just kinda snowballed. I have had extremely low self esteem but never about sex. Sex has always been about making a girl orgasm into nirvana for me. Some of the dirtiest kinkiest sex ive had with another girl was when i lost my virginity lol. It was like i was training my whole life for that moment and I lasted as long as she could keep up. We were training for that moment for a while, but that’s a story for another time. A totally different fetish and experience than like 95% of people.

I like the idea that I was the first to make her cum. Like a REAL orgasm (First and only time she has squirted). But i guess we are always chasing a better high. Im a bit older so I could read her like a book even though she is shy. The idea of making her cum so hard really got the possible self-esteem issues out of the way then i worked on being ok with this after the post nut clarity. Not that it was an issue to begin with, i just didn’t let any of those types of thoughts fester or grow into jealousy. Cracking a joke like about looking like an alien with two dicks with a strap on and just being casual about it helped the most. I dont think changing the subject as fast as possible is a good thing. Gotta embrace it. Now we joke about it when we arent having sex and she only cums when I fuck her with a huge 8 inch black dildo (the realdoll realistic one). And afterwards there’s no regret and just a huge smile/grin on my face after what most people would call their most degrading moment of their life LOL. I think we are ready. The human mind is a fascinating thing. And you have more control over it than you think I guess is the moral of this essay.

i hope you figure things out and have a happy mairrage for the rest of time. Cheers.
 
sinisterintent said:
This is really fucked up. I just dont understand it. This is a guy you’ve had sex with before, you got the ok from your fiance, he asked you “are you sure” multiple times and you said you are 100% sure. Yet you were raped. Now I am NOT saying you were not raped, physically or mentally. That’s for you to decide. but it seems to me you have some boundsary issues or problems saying no or something. This is like millions of girls fantasies, and you had every opportunity to back out, or even better, a chance to turn your husband into a cuck. You stated this was premeditated but fucking another guy before your husband on your wedding day/night without birth control is just straight up irresponsible. Maybe impulse control issues too? I seriously can’t wrap my head around what I just read. You are lucky with the end result. but jesus christ you seem very confused. I think you need some deep introspection. but that’s just my opinion. i dont intend this to sound mean, much love. But i think you should try to figure your emotions out.

I am not married but me and my girl are going on 5 years. Trust and openness is key to a relationship. We’ve had this fetish for probably 4 years give or take but havent taken the plunge. We dont have a lot of friends and are both very busy. She’s only been with a handful of guys, one who was black and one was like half black? And was talking to a black dude when i met her. After I won her over and asked if she had been with a black guy before I tried to hold back my jealousy but had to ask if he was big. Then she told me It was very underwhelming. THEN she told me I was the only guy to ever make her cum. I straight up said that’s a fucking tragedy lol. I am good at sex. I don’t say this from arrogance. my dick is maybe slightly above average but I know how to make a girl cum just from experience (slutty girls telling me) and watching porn from…. Too young of an age lol. She told me her fantasy was to have a threesome, either a guy or girl. She does indeed like girls. But i knew right off the bat she liked black dudes. I never watched too much IR porn, but seeing her turned on turns me on and now it’s (almost) strictly what I watch. I guess my thought process was to turn the jealousy into pleasure. Seems like it is working. Like I said, we havent gone the full mile yet but im 90% or more sure I wont be jelous and will have the time of my life. Never in a million years did I think I’d end up here. But relationships build off each other, and it just kinda snowballed. I have had extremely low self esteem but never about sex. Sex has always been about making a girl orgasm into nirvana for me. Some of the dirtiest kinkiest sex ive had with another girl was when i lost my virginity lol. It was like i was training my whole life for that moment and I lasted as long as she could keep up. We were training for that moment for a while, but that’s a story for another time. A totally different fetish and experience than like 95% of people.

I like the idea that I was the first to make her cum. Like a REAL orgasm (First and only time she has squirted). But i guess we are always chasing a better high. Im a bit older so I could read her like a book even though she is shy. The idea of making her cum so hard really got the possible self-esteem issues out of the way then i worked on being ok with this after the post nut clarity. Not that it was an issue to begin with, i just didn’t let any of those types of thoughts fester or grow into jealousy. Cracking a joke like about looking like an alien with two dicks with a strap on and just being casual about it helped the most. I dont think changing the subject as fast as possible is a good thing. Gotta embrace it. Now we joke about it when we arent having sex and she only cums when I fuck her with a huge 8 inch black dildo (the realdoll realistic one). And afterwards there’s no regret and just a huge smile/grin on my face after what most people would call their most degrading moment of their life LOL. I think we are ready. The human mind is a fascinating thing. And you have more control over it than you think I guess is the moral of this essay.

i hope you figure things out and have a happy mairrage for the rest of time. Cheers.
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I was waiting for "and this one time at band camp".
 
AnnetteB said:
Everything I'm about to say is truthful.

In 2012 I got married to my loving husband. He's white, about 5'9" and a very good man and dad to our little boy. He's not really good in bed and seems emasculated when he's trying to get inside me at times, but I endure that. In college I had a Black Man as my guy and for the most part we had a good relationship. He was a typical Mans Man type, played football and generally took what he wanted when he wanted it (sexually). In college (USC), I was dating and met my now husband my sophomore year and at the same time was sleeping with my Black Bull. My husbands family was very well off and I had met his mom a few times prior to the engagement. His family is from very old money and one of the more wealthy families in Highland Park, Texas. My husbands mom never seemed to like me as hard as I tried. Just wasn't good enough for her "little boy" as she called him (that drove me crazy - he's a damn grown man).

When my husband asked me to marry him I said that I would on one condition. We went to a coffee shop and I explained everything including that I loved to be with a black man and couldn't and wouldn't stop. I know that about myself. I told him that I truly loved him, wanted to marry him but he would have to accept this need throughout our married or until I might decide to stop. I told him that if he could live with that then we could marry as after we graduated and that this had nothing to do with my being in love with another man, it was literally just a "need" thing. It felt good that I didn't have to lie to my fiancé, although It hurt my heart to hurt him. He started to tear up (it was pretty embarrassing in a public place) and told me he would have to think on it, which I understood. I honestly assumed that I had lost him and he would run to his mom (he's kind of a mammas boy). I also knew that any man with true strength would never accept these terms or a woman with type my needs. Surprisingly, a few days later he came back and told me that he would accept my terms, but that his mom could never know. AGREED!!!

At that time I quit my Black Bull and dedicated myself to this engagement. My Bull wasn't happy, said he had other women, but that I was somehow special. I think he loved that I was on the cheer squad meaning I was always in shape and very flexible. He said nothing about our mental or emotional connection so I took it for being purely physical. We stayed in touch via email over the next year, but didn't see each other at all.

So enough of my background. It was a beautiful sunny Dallas Saturday and I was being married at 2PM that afternoon in a very old well established Church in Highland Park. The morning was spent at the hair stylist, makeup, final fitting, etc... My brides maids had finally left me apartment and I was waiting for the limo to pull up in about 30 minutes. I got a knock on the door and figured that one of my brides maids had forgotten something so I just opened the door. My college Bull was standing at my door with a stern look on his face. He kind of let himself in half heartedly tried to stop him. He then cornered me in my bathroom and asked me the typical "are you sure?" three or four times. I told him that I loved my fiancé and I was 100% sure. He then proceeded to remind me that I was the property of Black Men now and could never be happy with a lesser man. At that time he turned me around over the bathroom countertop (full wedding dress on), bent me over the counter and ripped my panties off. He pushed my face into the counter and ****** himself inside me all the time talking/yelling to me. "Your mine", "you cant live without this dick", feel that inside you? etc... I fought back a bit but knew that my efforts would be useless. I wasn't on birth control knowing that I would soon want to try to get pregnant by my husband. I had to watch myself being raped/****** in front of the bathroom mirror with my tears streaming. He didn't care about any of that and was inside me for about 10 minutes. He finished very deep inside me, slapped me hard on my ass (enough to leave a hand print that I figured I would later have to explain) and walked out the front door silent. I tried to clean as much as I could out but he penetrated past my cervix and had to be into my uterus.

Short addendum is that my husband I consemated our marriage that night and I did get pregnant very quickly. I spent to the next 9 months scared out of my mind and to what the baby would look like. To my delight, we had a toe headed little boy who is my light.

I've never seen my college Bull or heard from him after that day. I have no idea how his life is going or where he is. I will say that when I walked down the isle on my wedding day, with close to 750 guests I was weeping. Everyone thought it was from happiness, but I was physically, emotionally and mentally broken from that day and was very sore. It didn't help that his cum was dripping down my leg during the ceremony.

I'm not saying my experience is a positive thing and I truly wish it had never happened. I do. But it also reminded me what the raw power of a real man was like after not experiencing it for the year prior. As much as that day discussed me, I also knew my Bull was probably right. I might marry white, but I was Black owned.

I have a lot of experiences similar to this one. I don't regret any of them because I know that I put myself into these situations, probably on purpose. So its more on me than them. A Black Man is just born to procreate and really cent help themselves. In my opinion. Its the way God built them.

AnnetteB
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That's hot love to hear more!
 
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