For a number of years I was in a relationship with a girl called Michelle. It wasn't always happy, actually we argued a lot and I was often miserable, but I loved her.
A lot of the arguments were caused by my failure as a lover, I'm not well endowed and sometimes she could be quite cruel about this... It would only serve to compound the problem creating performance anxiety, sometimes I would shoot my load within seconds and other times I was unable to get an erection at all.
A few times during our attempted love making she would taunt me by saying she wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a real man. This made me feel incredibly angry, jealous and turned on... A very strange mixture of emotions. (We had only been with each other, losing our virginity together at 17).
One time we were fucking and I lost my erection inside her. She snarled something about how a hot black man would know how to fuck, I lost it and pulled my little limp cock out of her, pulled off the condom and threw it across the room (Been together for 7 years and not once did she let me fuck her bareback). We had a massive argument, I told her if she wanted to fuck strangers to fucking do it and that I didn't care, and I stormed out of our home to the sounds of her screaming behind me.
I came home a few hours later, I had calmed down but she was an icy bitch. She told me that she'd chatting to a black guy online telling him about my *little* problem and he had said that both him and his friend would love to fuck her.
Instantly the anger reignited in me like a fire... She had been telling strangers our personal business?!?!! I told her 'Tell them to come and fuck you in front of me then, I DARE you.'
And she did. She gave him our address and told them to come late the following night.
We argued until the early hours until we finally fell asleep exhausted.
The next morning we were both sorry about what we had said. We promised not to be so quick to fight, and next time we made love we would take our time, with no pressure.
She wrote to the internet guy to call off their plans.
By that evening he still hadn't replied. Michelle was getting a bit worried about this, I told her not to worry, that 99.9% of people on the net are fake and even if she hadn't written to call it off he almost certainly wouldn't have shown anyway.
We settled down for the evening to watch a couple of movies together on the sofa.
Just after 11:30 pm there was a loud, frantic knocking on our front door. Michelle gasped and turned to me with a look of panic in her eyes. I held my breath and looked back at her saying nothing. Again knocking, louder than before.
Our lights were on, he would know we were home. I got up and told her I would tell whoever it was to go away, she grabbed my arm and said don't answer it... I pulled out of her grip and told her not to worry.
I left the living room and went to the front door, with my heart beating fast I opened it.