Edited by 'Techsan' for a much better read.
This is one of the hardest decisions I have had to make in my short life of twenty-four years. To get married or separate from my fiancé, the woman I love. A number of people are going to hate me and say I did the wrong thing no matter which way I go. My parents, her parents, no one's going to agree. God, why did I ever let it go this far?
It all began back in high school when my friend Mark and I hung around together. We double dated a lot. We both got accepted to the same college and spent our college days together as well. We had our share of sex with the women. We always hung around in a fairly wild crowd. Not really a bad group of people, but definitely a sexually active group. We were a drinking, pot smoking group of weekend party goers. We all studied hard during the week and partied hard on the weekend.
Mark and I dated a lot of women and the sexual atmosphere was always there, enlightened by the drinking and pot. Open sex was never a problem. Swapping was done pretty often. No one really cared. We were all friends and sex partners, not lovers and future married couples. No one was ever forced or humiliated, it was just a sexually charged atmosphere.
Mark was of Hawaiian descent and was dark complected. I, on the other hand, was red-headed. We looked quite the opposite. One day Mark was with a really light skinned blond gal and was laying on top of her. The dark/light contrast of their bodies was something to see. I mentioned it to Mark later and he just laughed. He said he loved the contrast himself. It was a real turn-on to him. Then another time he was with a beautiful black woman. She was even darker than Mark. I got a date with one of the gals in our partying group. We went to the movies and then out for a little dancing and afterwards we headed back to one of the girl's place.
After we arrived we started our usual drinking and smoking, getting everyone in kind of a sexual mood. Then we started a slow strip of our women. Barb, my date, was always a lot of fun. She said she was sexually liberated and liked having fun. She was on the pill but still required condoms. She said the last thing she needed was to explain a baby to her parents.
While we were doing our thing, Mark and Alisha were doing theirs. We were all in the living room making out and getting naked. Mark looked at me and reminded me of the white/black comparison and asked if I wanted to swap? I looked at Barb and she said she didn't mind, so we swapped right there in the living room. Alisha took me by the hand and lead me into her bedroom. A nice big queen size bed. We both continued to undress and then laid together and started having sex. She was the first black woman I was ever with. She was something else, a really good looking, big busted, big butt woman.
I buried my face in her huge globes. God, what a turn on. Sucking on those big dark nipples, watching them get hard. We decided on a little sixty-nine with her on top. She spread her legs putting them on both sides of my head. I was staring into her hairy private area and spread it with my fingers. Then I saw the moist, wet, pink slit of her pussy that was calling for me. I buried my face into it sucking and eating it up. I could hear her sucking on my hard manhood making all the usual sucking sounds. With my member at full mast and her pussy at full wetness, she turned around and took a condom out of the night stand and slipped it over the head of my manhood. Then she raised herself up and slowly lowered herself on my engorged cock, letting it sink to the hilt inside her. As she was moving up and down on my manhood her breasts were bouncing up and down with every motion. I reached up and grabbed them in my hands while we both began to climax. She then rolled off of me and we laid together for a few minutes to regain our composure. I fell asleep which I usually do after a big climax if I had been drinking and smoking pot.
This was an example of my dating life. Mark and I would pick up girls and usually have sex with them. That was until I met Susan. Then things began to change. I made the ultimate mistake. I began to fall in love.
Susan was about two years younger than me. She went to a two year college and we ended up graduating the same year. I met her when I was a senior. She wasn't part of our usual crowd. We met at one of the local hangouts. Mark and I were just hanging around the bar when he noticed her on the dance floor dancing a fast tune with a few of her girlfriends. Man, could she ever dance. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. When it switched to a slow song Mark and I both went to approach her. Luckily I got there first and she accepted. She was so pretty and danced like an angel. It was damn near love at first sight.
I walked her back to her table and started talking to her. She was an only child, going to school for secretarial studies. She was due to graduate and already had a job offer lined up. I told her about my studies and that I would have my bachelor's degree in business management that year also. That was the start of our dating. We began to see each other fairly regularly. It was about the third date before we became intimate. She had one of the softest bodies I have ever felt. I loved kissing her soft breasts and working my way down to her mid-section.
The first time we had sex it was more like making love. I never had that kind of relationship with the women I had sex with. It was always a pretty fast pace, pretty much just getting us both off. But with Susan it was different. I took my time and lightly kissed her as I worked my way down to her sweet valley. She had just a tuft of light blond hair which was trimmed so neatly. I loved kissing her mound and then entering the valley below. When I couldn't wait any longer I pulled out my manhood, slipped a condom on and slowly shoved it into her waiting tunnel. God, she felt so great. I knew I was falling in love with her. Sex was never this good with all the other women. I knew it was because of the way I felt about her.
I remember telling Mark about Susan. He asked when he was going to get a chance at her? I told him that I thought this was the one. I knew I didn't want to share her with anyone. I wanted her all for myself. That's another reason I believed I loved her.
I stopped smoking pot but still drank a little. I didn't need a high to make love with Susan. I could get a hard on just thinking about her. I know she wasn't a virgin even though we never talked about it. Since we were dating, we were monogamous. We did some double-dating, even with Mark and his women, but at the end of the night we were always alone together.
After we both graduated and she started her job and I found a position with a local company we became engaged. She took me to meet her parents who seemed to like me a lot. Her dad took me aside and told me Susan was their little girl, the love of their life and he wanted the best for her and to please take good care of her. I told him of course I would. I was madly in love with her and would do my best to protect her treat her like a princess.
Next, I took Susan to meet my folks. They fell in love with her at first sight. She was just one of those kind of people. You couldn't help loving her. I remember my mom saying that Susan was going to be the daughter she never had. There was just me and my two younger brothers.
Things couldn't have been better. We planned our wedding for the following year. It would take that long to get everything planned and in order. We weren't in a hurry seeing that we were always together anyway. Susan still lived with her parents and thought she would stay there until after we were married. They didn't believe couples should live together before marriage. So, we were willing to abide by that. Besides she would be able to save up more money for our future. Her parents weren't going to charge their only daughter rent.
I found a really nice condo living area. Everyone living in the subdivision could use the hot tub and pool facilities. I moved in and figured this would be our house after we got married. It was perfect for us. Three bedrooms in case we had any children in the future. We could always use the rooms as a guest room and office until we needed them.
Life was good. We saw each other most every day. She even spent a night now and then at the condo. Her parents knew but never really pressed the issue.
One day I got a call from Mark. He wanted to know if Susan and I wanted to go out for dinner and dancing the following Saturday. We decided to go and all the reservations were made. Susan really liked Mark. He was always a gentlemen around her even though we all kidded around a lot. Mark invited Alisha, his black girlfriend. She was totally opposite in looks from Susan. As I mentioned earlier, Alisha was big busted, around 5'7', maybe 140 pounds. Susan had an hourglass figure, was petite and small busted but her breasts were damn near perfect.
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