I Went and Married a Whore-Wife

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Dani was succinct about where she wanted our relationship to go even before we went and got married. She didn’t mince any words letting me know what sort of woman she was and what to expect if I intended to stick with her. It’s something I never shared with anyone, not even my family or close friends. How would they have looked at me if they realised that I was unapologetically relinquishing my role as the dominant figure in my marriage to my wife? Truly, how would they have felt?

Dani sat me down to let me know that ours won’t be any typical marriage. She even gave me an option in case I couldn’t handle things and wished to quit before we went any further.

“I’m telling you this because I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Gabriel,” she said to me months before we got married. “I’m not your average simple-minded type of girl.”

This was several days after I had proposed marriage to her. Dani had displayed an unruffled demeanour when I asked for her hand. Four days had passed before she gave me an answer, and it was the day we had this conversation beside a beach, surrounded by a crowd of people enjoying a gorgeous afternoon roaming the waters. Dani wore a sexy bathing suit while I looked boyish in my summer shorts with my shirt open to receive the sun.

“You know what I’m talking about, right?” She fixed me with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes that seemed to gaze into my soul. Her eyes demanded that I be upfront and serious, and that was exactly what I was doing.

“Yes, Dani,” I replied in my most convincing voice, “I heard all that you said, and my answer is still yes. I want to be with you, and I want you to be my wife. However else you want our relationship to remain, I’m completely fine with it. As long as you don’t leave me for another man, that is.”

She smiled, then gestured for the ring that I had presented her days ago. I took it out of its case and slipped it into her finger. We shared a kiss and then went for a swim where we officially consummated our love to belong to each other for as long as we can be.

I’m very familiar with Dani’s audacious lifestyle. She wasn’t the sort of woman known to bequeath herself to a single man. Dani loves sex. She craves it like a child craves a bar of chocolate or ice cream; in this case, chocolate happens to be her favourite colour. Dani is wholesomely attracted and addicted to black men. As far back as I’ve known her, back when she was attached to other fellas before we connected, I knew güvenilir bahis she had an untameable spirit. A former boyfriend of hers was a close pal of mine, and he had described to me the multiple times he caught Dani flirting with black men in his presence. They had argued and quarrelled, and still, Dani remained obstinate to what she wanted. In the end, she and my friend broke up and he relocated to another city. That was when I took his place, and till this day it’s been one chaotic ride after another.

Initially, I told myself that I would strive to change her, one way or another. Maybe not stop her entirely from whoring herself about, but probably effect some change to make her control herself to become a sweet loving wife for me.

Boy, was I wrong.

Things changed about a week before our wedding. I returned home from work and found Dani with two black men in the living room. Apparently they were waiting for me.

“Hi, Gabriel, darling,” she kissed and hugged me while I sized up the two black gentlemen whom Dani then introduced as Simon and Mark.

“Hi,” I shook hands with them before turning to Dani to inquire what was going on.

“Simon and Mark are going to be your Best Men for our wedding,” she explained. “They’re very dear friends of mine. I invited them over so you can get to know each other better.”

“But honey, I’ve already arranged for a Best Man,” I protested.

“I know you did, honey. Which is why I called Bernie hours ago to let him know you won’t be needing him any longer. My friends here will take his place.”

“Isn’t that something you should have checked with me first?”

“I could, but why waste time on such,” she said, giving me that charming smile of hers to let me know that it wasn’t a big deal as I was attempting to make things. “Bernie’s still going to be at the wedding, I’ve no problem with that. But my friends here will take over.”

I glanced at Simon and Mark, both of whom gave me ambiguous stares that could have translated to anything. I drew Dani to the side and tried my best to whisper.

“Exactly what sort of friends are they, Dani?”

“If you must know, darling,” she spoke candid and loud enough for her friends to hear, “they’re my fuck buddies. They’re going to be fucking me before and after our wedding day. We were going to fuck before you came, but I wanted to hold off until you arrived. And if possible, they’re gonna breed me, too. You’re welcome to watch, or you can do whatever, türkçe bahis I don’t care. But this is how it’s going to be henceforth.”

I was speechless listening to her. She turned away from me and gestured at her friends to follow her towards the bedroom. I stood there holding my jacket in my arm, gobsmacked by what Dani said to me, realising that I no longer controlled the narrative. Like my friend before me, I was officially a cuckold!

They entered the bedroom and shut the door. I continued to stand there deliberately while trying to figure what my next course of action should be. I should have worn my jacket and go out, except I was tired and needed to change my clothes. Reluctantly, I approached the bedroom and peeked inside.

All three of them were on the bed. Simon and Mark were semi-naked on their feet while Dani knelt before them, taking turns at sucking their cocks. I listened to the smacking noise of her lips and wished I could turn myself away from what I was seeing. I let myself into the room. Simon looked at me and laughed.

“Glad you made it, white boy,” he said, and then gestured towards a chair. “Better grab yourself a chair. You’re gonna need it.”

“About time you learn what we love about your woman here,” said Mark.

“The bitch knows how to suck dick,” Simon remarked. “I bet she ain’t given you none of this yet, right?”

That was true. In the eight months before we began dating till when we got married, never had she performed fellatio on me; not once, I tell you. Always it was I that did it to her instead. A welter of emotions ran through my face as I sat and watched both men use my fiancée before my eyes. They helped Dani out of clothes and proceeded to gangbang her. No, they didn’t merely fuck her . . . like I said, they fucking gangbanged her! She climbed onto Simon who then fucked her pussy while Mark came behind and tore into her asshole. The sight repulsed me as I was likewise envious of what the men were getting from banging Dani while I was yet to have any chance of scoring with her.

She’s my fiancée, damnmit . . . yet I have zero access to getting into her panties!

They guys switched places, and it was then Simon’s turn to stretch her asshole. His cock was as thick as a Heineken bottle; it amazed me that Dani was capable of taking him. Her screams and squirms only seemed to enhance her sexual appetite. Mark took charge of her while Simon broke off to wipe pools of sweat from his brow.

“Go güvenilir bahis siteleri on, fuck me, Mark!” Dani pleaded while she locked her legs over his backside. “Fuck me, babe! Breed this fucking bitch’s pussy! Yes, yes . . . Awwhhh fuck, yes . . . give me that cum, darling! Go ahead, give it to meeee!”

Mark groaned and then his body tensed, and I knew immediately that he was climaxing inside my soon-to-be wife’s pussy. Dani tensed as well and gripped him tighter while letting off a loud screech. Mark waited some seconds before rolling off her. Dani opened for legs for me to see copious semen stream out of her pussy. As if I hadn’t been humiliated enough, Simon returned to the bed and he got to fuck her doggy-style and didn’t quit until he blew his load.

An hour later, both men showered, then took their leave. Simon told me that he looked forward to our wedding, then laughed before taking his leave.

“Is this how it’s going to be between us?” I grumbled later that evening. “You’re going to let other men fuck you besides me?”

“What were you expecting, dear?” Dani laughed at my misery. “I told you to prepare for what’s coming, did I not, Gabriel, honey? I never once lied to you about who I was, or did I?”

“No, you didn’t . . . but it fucking hurts watching those men screw you. What’s wrong with me? Am I not good enough for you in bed?”

“This has nothing to do with how good you are, darling. Frankly, I don’t care one way or another. I’m addicted to black men, and that’s how it is for me. There’s women out there you can screw if you want, you definitely have a hall-pass to do that if you wish.”

It was a trick; she knew I won’t ever take it, or else it would make her go ballistic regarding the number of sex partners she gets to bring to our apartment. We did make love that night. Our lovemaking consisted of me eating out her pussy while she afterwards gave me a hand-job. I ended up consuming her lovers’ essence. In a way, I liked it.

Our wedding day arrived and Simon and Mark acted as my Best Men. Everything went on without a hitch. I met my friend, Bernie, and he expressed no hard feelings to me declining him from being my Best Man. He did, however, inquire about the two black men. I told him a lie and he bought it.

Three years have passed since we got married, and I’m happy to say that our love is still going on strong. Yes, Dani did get pregnant months later and has given birth to a boy and later, a girl. And guess what, neither of them looks anything like me. Yes, my parents and several friends have asked questions. Their eyes stab me like reproachful daggers whenever I open my mouth to speak.

What would you say to them if you were me?

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