I was furious with my best friend, again, she had been mooning once more at my husband, and I was getting more and more annoyed with it.
I had known her for a lot of years. I had never ever had any sort of boyfriend problems at all with her. And now here she was blatantly attempting to entice my husband of 9 months, and let me tell you, I wasn't having it.
Shannon is 22, single (just) she is engaged to be married, and has a very nice boyfriend, she is tall, taller than me anyway. Has long ash blonde hair, is really beautiful, long legged and sexy, and she had told me she was intending to marry him.
My husband had gone to work so I called her early morning and invited her over for coffee. But it was going to be a clear the air meeting. I was going to clear the air big time. I didn't want to lose her as my best friend, but it had to stop, and stop it would.
Me? I am Rachel Tolwood, also 22. I used to be Rachel Dobbs until I married my husband, and I am very happy except for this episode.
We are both black people, our origins are from the West Indies and we are both proud of our heritages, although we are British through and through.
Nothing about us is West Indian apart from our bodily appearances.
My husband Malcolm is tremendously good looking, big tall and powerful, all a girl could want, including the proverbial big black prick, just in case you wanted to know okay? He also knows very well how to use it, of that I can promise you.
Me? As I said, I am Rachel, 5ft 5" tall, and have lovely soft silky skin; Malcolm says when he runs his hands over me it's like caressing a silk dress instead of skin.
I have black smooth curly hair, my face is good looking, my lips are my prize asset on my face, they are made for kissing and everyone knows it. (amongst other things!)
My opinion of my own body is, I think I am beautiful, and I am very happy in my skin, plump perky tits, narrow waist, nice legs, so I know I could hold my own against most challengers.
Both I and Malcolm love our sex lives. And in the time we have been doing it we have led each other by the hand and experienced mind blowing sex, and we are continually experimenting in bed.
There isn't much we haven't done including having his prick up my black rounded arse a few times. I didn't like it at first but I've got used to it, and now I quite like it!
Mal and I have talked about different scenarios in our sex lives. We have talked about other people entering it, a man for me, a white one, and a woman for him, a white one. We have teased and cajoled each other to orgasm sometimes, its brilliant. But neither of us has ever suggested that we ever get down to doing it.
I had even brought Shannon into the mix. I teased him one night about him having her tied to our bed spread eagled while he fucked her. I was saying all this while he had his gorgeous prick in me. And I must confess he did shoot his load quite hard into me as I talked him through fucking her.
Like I said, it was never part of our plans to open our marriage; we were more than happy with what we had.
But it was about to change, and in an unexpected way at that.
Shannon came over and we chatted about this and that, then I broached the subject of her antics around Mal, I told her I wasn't at all happy about it, and that she had to pull the plug, or we would end up having a bit of a fall out.
She of course denied any wrong doing. That I was imagining all of it, and if I thought there was anything there, it was in my head, she told me.
'Shannon, don't treat me like a stupid airhead, I'm not okay!' I shouted at her.
'I'm not,' she replied. 'You are being paranoid.'
'I am not being paranoid,' I told her. 'You are making a fool of yourself.'
'Mal won't go any where near you Shannon, you know that, or do you?'
'Of course he would Rachel, just look at me, don't you think I could get any man I wanted?'
'Shannon, you are deluding yourself, of course you are beautiful, but men, my Malc anyway, wants more than beauty.'
'Ha!' She scoffed, 'you mean someone like you? Someone who could hardly get through school? At least I got good grades!'
'Shannon, how can you say those things to me I thought you were supposed to be my friend?' I asked.
'I'm sorry Rachel; I didn't mean to be nasty.' She said.
'Shannon, you are going to stop this or else, I'm warning you right here, right now!' I told her.
'Or else what Rach, what will you do? Beat me up? Ha! I'm bigger than you and taller, I think you would find me too much of a handful for someone your size.'
Now I knew she had made a serious error, I work part time in a supermarket stacking shelves etc, hard physical work, Shannon works part time in an office on a typewriter.
She is about 4" taller than me, and is about 10lbs heavier, but I knew I was ten times fitter.
'Shannon, get on your feet right now,' I yelled at her.
She laughed as she got up and said. 'What are we going to do Rach, have a wrestling match?' she laughed at me.
As she got to her feet and faced me, I lashed out and slapped her so hard across her face it spun her off her feet, and plonked her back in the chair.
She was more than astonished, and sat in her seat for long a moment.
Then she jumped up and rushed at me, I twisted away from her and she fell over. I burst out laughing, which infuriated her. I thought she would see the funny side of all this, but she didn't, she charged at me again.
I was wearing a thin cashmere pullover, long sleeved, with a calf leather mini skirt. She was wearing a light blue front buttoned denim mini skirt, and short sleeved white cotton top.
Neither of us had a bra on, I never wear one at home, and I had noticed Shannon didn't wear one nowadays when she came to my home either now.
Her nipples were sticking out as usual, and I realised mine were too, it must be all this excitement I thought.
As she reached me our hands connected, and we started pulling and pushing at each other.
Then we ended up on the floor, I got on top of her, then she was on top of me, we were on our sides, then on our other sides, and she really was going for it.
I realised as we went on that she was really serious about this spat, so I knew I would have to be careful to make sure she didn't get the upper hand.
That's when she kneed me in the stomach, for a moment I was winded, and then I got mad.
'You bitch Shannon,' I said, 'that's it now, I'm gonna beat you all ends up.'
She laughed and said, 'come on then airhead, try it!'
I managed got to get back on top of her. I could tell she was tiring from the struggle. I got my knees on her upper arms and forced her hands above her head.
'Get off me Rachel, you bastard!' She stormed.
I pressed down really hard on her arm muscles with my knees, and I could tell it was beginning to hurt her.
'Rachel, stop this right now,' she said, 'it's gone far enough!'
'Hah,' I sniggered, 'I am beating you easily, and now you are scared of me.'
'I am fucking not scared of you, you fucking bitch, do your worst, 'I'll just stay here until you get fed up!'
That's when I started punishing her arms by rolling my knees backwards and forwards, and after a few moments, she said, 'Okay Rach, I give up, let me go please?'
'Not a chance Shannon, you started this, so I'm going to finish it.' I told her.
I really applied pressure, and she knew now she was in bother.
'Rachel, please stop you're hurting me.' She bleated.
'Good, I replied, 'you are going to suffer now you bitch.' I spat at her.
I realised then that I was so turned on, my pussy was tingling and throbbing, my nipples were screaming at me for attention.
I don't know why but I reached behind me briefly, pulled her skirt up and felt her pussy, red hot and wet through!
