PJ was a light-skinned Guyanese-born Canadian man. Makoto was a beautiful woman of American and Japanese mix. They met through long-time mutual friends at a summer blowout pool party. Though they were physically attracted, the moment their eyes met, it was love at first sight. They were crazy about each other. They went out on several dates and spent plenty of time on the phone and in person together. They were hardly ever apart. They had fallen in love. PJ proposed to her less than a year into their courtship and she readily accepted without hesitation.
The couple had vowed to wait until marriage to make love. PJ was already mildly experienced, but Makoto wasn't. This made her virginity special and something he didn't want to take from her haphazardly. However, the desire to express their love physically was too great. Makoto made the conscious decision to give herself to PJ fully, as a date for the ceremony wasn't anywhere in the near future. Due to too many factors, that dream was indefinitely on hold. It was too long to wait, so she discussed with PJ about her full willingness to consummate their relationship. They made love that very night.
PJ and Makoto continued their fornication over the next year-completely giving themselves to each other. Regrettably, PJ soon started becoming possessive and paranoid. This wasn't just another woman with previous sexual experience after all. Sex was something only he had experienced with Makoto. Only he knew what it felt like, looked like, and tasted like to be with her. That made her body sacred to him. The thought of any other man experiencing her drove him mad with jealousy. However, he had lost love in the past because of these very same issues, so he tried to tame them this time around and trust his betrothed.
Soon, with the impending vows and the date finally set, the couple began their hunt for all things wedding-related. Makoto set out to find the perfect floral arrangements. That day, while tending to various aspects of the wedding, Makoto was confronted by a group of men. They were aggressive, they were thugs, and they were black. They made passes at her--intimidated her. She felt uneasy and scared. She was a tough girl, a fighter, but she wasn't feeling confrontational at the moment, so she brushed them off, and they walked away laughing. As they left, one turned and looked her up and down as he blew her a kiss. Makoto was shaken but composed herself.
When she was done for the day, Makoto left the florist, only to be confronted by that same man. He continued to sexually harass her. Being one on one, now, though, Makoto felt less in danger and stood up to him. But something wasn't right. She felt confused. She could see he was tall, had a good body, and was extremely attractive, and not just because of his looks, but because his bad-boy demeanor captivated her. Makoto also noticed his gun peeking out of the top of his pants. This inexplicably excited her even more. Her panties were getting soaked as she got hornier and hornier for him.
Sensing her arousal, he took things a step further and grabbed her ass. She tried to push him away, but somehow, as if by some uncontrollable instinct, her hand ended up grabbing his crotch instead. She almost had an orgasm right then as she felt the sheer size of what he was concealing. Her arousal grew as he moved in to kiss her, but she snapped out of it, pushed him away, proclaimed that she was engaged, and stormed off.
Things didn't end there, however. In the following days, Makoto kept reflecting on the incident, battling with herself to not be turned on by the encounter. But she couldn't resist it and found herself masturbating, imagining what was in the man's pants and what he would do to her with it. Even when making love to PJ, her thoughts were with that guy. After weeks of this, she came to a realization--she had to satisfy her temptation or continue to be tormented by the lust. She had to confront the man, and, perhaps, she would be okay again after finding a flaw or some other excuse not to be attracted any longer.
After arriving back at the scene of the incident on a rainy day, Makoto sat in her car, convincing herself that this was the right thing to do and there was no alternative. She was conflicted, both hoping to see him again and never to see him again. As luck would have it, he was indeed there with his friends.
Makoto mustered up the courage and walked towards them. She told the man she needed to talk to him. His friends left and went home, and he went over to talk to her. The rain started coming down much harder at that point, so they ducked into an alley. Before Makoto could speak, she saw the thug soaking wet, his muscles glistening, and the wetness on his pants highlighting what was bulging from within. She couldn't get a word out before he embraced her and began deeply French-kissing her whilst his hand explored between her legs. She pushed him away again, but this time, things went differently.
Thoughts of promising her body to only PJ crossed her mind. She was consumed by thoughts of betrayal and thoughts of only being with one man, but that only made her more wet. Instead of walking away, she slid down. Makoto undid his pants, pulled out his massive penis, and immediately, without a second thought, began sucking on it. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his penis as her tongue tasted the saltiness dribbling from the glans, one hand gently massaging his balls, the other on the shaft stroking in sync with her head bobs. After a few fervid moments, he pulled her back up, lifted her leg, moved her panties to the side, and shoved his cock into her vagina. She was so wet and ready that the entire length immediately filled her. They fucked as the rain fell, as the thoughts of betraying PJ swirled in her mind until they both orgasmed simultaneously. Then, like a thief in the night, he left. Left Makoto standing there, her pussy full of his cum.
As unbelievably hot as the experience was, she felt overcome with guilt. She had to tell PJ before they got married. Whether it meant the end of their relationship or not, she had to be honest with the man she loved.
Makoto beckoned PJ for an important talk, and they sat down for the discussion. PJ was anxious. His fiancΓ©e had never been so serious when asking him to converse with her before, but he kept positive. Things are always worse in your mind than in reality. At least so he thought. Makoto, choked up and with tears streaming down her face, told her fiancΓ© what had happened. Every last detail.