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 fiancée 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 fiancé what had happened. Every last detail.
PJ was shocked. He sat there frozen in sadness and rage. He had no idea how to react. She had broken the one covenant between them. The thing he had fought with himself over, the one thing he was certain she would never do, she did. But things were about to take an unforeseen turn.
Something came over Makoto. While PJ sat there stunned, her tears dried up, and she regained her composure, only to tell him that she enjoyed it and couldn't promise that it wouldn't happen again. She told him if he loved her, he'd overlook her sexual sins committed and those of the future and marry her, regardless. Theirs was about love and an entire life together. Sex was minor. Although once sacred, having given her virginity to him, it was now about her body, her choice and if he truly respected and loved her, he would still show up to the wedding.
Amazingly and unpredictably, this slutty, evil side of Makoto stirred something in PJ. His penis got rock hard. He was more turned on than ever and could feel the precum trickling down in his pants. But this slut just admitted to infidelity, essentially guaranteed it would happen again and again, and used their love and respect to manipulate him into staying with her in spite of it all. How could he allow himself to be such a cuck? It actually wasn't a tough decision. He did love her. He couldn't imagine his life without her, and she was right; there was so much more to their relationship than sex. Still, he knew that all things considered, he would've still left her under normal circumstances. However, this wasn't normal. The thought of her cheating now drove him insane in an entirely new way; it turned him on more than anything else ever had.
Makoto, having said her piece, got up and walked away. PJ watched her gorgeously tight ass as she left and felt an anger unlike ever before. He followed her, threw her on the bed and they made mad, passionate love that night. Afterward, while lying to slumber, Makoto grinned. She realized she had hit the jackpot. She could have as much sex as she wanted to and not only keep her man but virtually turn him into a vengeful sexual wraith who would ravage her upon hearing of her affairs.
As the weeks went by, Makoto had cheated a couple more times, only she didn't tell PJ. As much as she liked what it did to him, she wasn't doing it for him. This was about her. Not to mention, it gave her an extra-spicy thrill to keep her tales to herself and play her fiancé for a fool.
Sometime later, the wedding was finally on the horizon. But first, the parties. PJ asked Makoto how far could the stripper go at his bachelor party. She angrily demanded there not be one, but if there indeed ended up being one, there was to be no touching, and she would know if he broke that promise. He asked her if it was fair that she gets to sleep around, and he can't even get a little touchy with another woman. She confirmed that was exactly the case. He was HER man and no one else's.
The night of both parties, while celebrating with the boys and the stripper, PJ received a Snap. He opened up the message only to find a photo sent to him by his soon-to-be-wife. Makoto had sent a selfie of her wearing the bridal veil and white lingerie with her nipples clearly exposed. Her friends could be seen drunken and cheering in the background, but the most perturbing part was that Makoto was posing with her other arm around the waist of her stripper. He was exactly the kind of man that she couldn't resist; a muscular and hung black man.