Chapter 7
Rachel
I feel a pang of regret when I arrive at the church for Jack’s wedding. There are so many times over the years that I wished that I had chosen Jack that day so long ago instead of his arrogant brother.
For the first two years, I was thrilled to have a college boyfriend while I was a cheerleader in High school. It was even more thrilling when I got to college and was the girlfriend of the senior star quarterback of the school.
I reveled in the jealousy of the other cheerleaders that year. I knew that they were talking about me behind my back. But that just meant that they were green with envy.
I heard the rumors that I was not the first girl that John fucked in college. Again, that was all bullshit driven by their jealousy. I have been fucking John ever since I turned 18 years ago. I know exactly who has been ringing his bell every Friday night and every weekend.
Jack looks smashing in his black Tux with tails. He is wearing a white dress shirt with black bowtie. He has black patent leather shoes and diamond studded cufflinks. Damn, why couldn’t it be me that Jack was marrying today?
I chose poorly when I chose John as a partner. I would not marry him again if I were given the chance to start over. I had the right guy when I was 17 and blew it.
Curiously, I don’t see my husband in the church when I poke my head in. I decide to go looking for him. He might have gone to the men’s room. I was just outside the rest room when I heard a moaning sound. It was coming from the bride’s dressing room.
Slowly I skirted down the hall to the brides room. I am excited that I may see Jack fucking his bride before the ceremony.
Carefully, I crack the door open and peek inside. It feels like someone just kicked me in the stomach when I see what’s happening in that room.
Roxy is on the sofa along the wall. Her wedding dress is pulled up to her waist. Her white silk panties are pulled to the side. It is my husband who is pounding into her pussy.
Quickly, I run to the women’s room and puke my guts up. I have become fully aware of how much John loved to get over on his brother. But this is way over the line. How could he be so cruel to fuck Jack’s bride on their wedding day? It also makes me wonder how long they have been fucking each other.
I go in search of Jack to tell him what I saw and end this farce of a wedding. I have searched all over when I hear the wedding march start playing. I see Jack at the front of the church with his groomsmen and all the bridesmaids.
Again, I feel sick to my stomach as I see Roxy slowly making her way down the aisle to Jack. My husband is in the front row with a shit eating grin on his face. I have never hated anyone as much as I hate John right now.
I did not stay for the reception afterward. I took an uber home. I did not have the courage to tell Jack what I saw today. And I sure as hell did not want to be anywhere near John right now.
I change out of my fancy dress that I wore because I wanted Jack to notice me at the wedding. I packed an overnight bag and left the house. I drove to a hotel with a bar and dance floor and checked in.
I take a short nap then take a shower to freshen up. I look sexy as hell in my little black dress I brought with me. Yeah, I’m gunna be the belle of the ball tonight. Some young stud is definitely going to get lucky tonight.
I spotted my target in the hotel dining room. He was the most gorgeous black man I have ever seen. Brazenly, I walked directly to his table and asked if I could join him. I really despise eating alone,” I told him hoping he wasn’t here with anyone.
“Well of course you can join me. I would love to share a meal with someone as lovely as you,” he told me charmingly. “I too dislike eating alone,” he added with a wink while he stood up and took my hand as I sat down in the booth.
I found out that Darren was from out of town attending some sort of conference in Seattle. “Perhaps we could spend the time together over the weekend,” I suggested coyly.
Daren accompanied me to my room to get my overnight bag. We did not bother with the foreplay of dancing. We both knew what we wanted and wanted to get right to it.
I was delighted by the hunger I saw in Darren’s eyes when he stripped my dress off and fond I was totally naked. He ripped off his clothes in record time. My mouth dropped wide open when I saw his 10-inch salami sized cock for the first time.
“You know what they say…Once you go black you never go back,” he chuckled when he saw the astonishment on my face while I stared the beast hanging between his thighs.
I was amazed by how silky smooth his cock felt when I sucked him into my mouth. “Gawd I love a beautiful white face sucking my cock,” he groaned.
I sucked his massive dick util I had his cock drooling a river of precum. Then I scooted back, spread my legs wide open and curled my pointer finger to call him to fuck me.
“Oh my lord you’re big,” I groaned as his fat black cock stretched out my pussy beyond I had ever experienced before. “I just love fucking me some white married pussy,” he growled while he plunged into my sexhole over and over.
I reveled in having this man inside of me after what I saw John doing at that church this afternoon. “Fuck this pussy like you own it,” I growled while he powered his huge cock into me over and over.
“Oh hunny, I do own this sweet white pussy. You will crave my dick for the rest of your days,” he chuckled. With him bashing my cervix relentlessly, it felt like he was battering his way into my womb.
“What would your husband think if I put a black baby in the flat little white belly of yours?” he snarled as he arched his back and began flooding my womb with his thick sticky seed. The thought of being pregnant with his black baby jolted me into an overwhelming climax.
That would be ultimate revenge after carrying a child for 9 months and then John standing there while a black baby was delivered.
I lost track of how many times Darren fucked me that weekend. If I weren’t on the pill, I would definitely have gotten knocked up. I even had a bit of fear that I might have been anyway.
John was livid when I came home Sunday with hickeys on my neck and breasts. “You will not say a damn thing about this and I won’t say what I saw you doing with Roxy in the brides dressing room.”