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By Yellow Girl (fallllen_angel@hotmail.com)


My husband and I married at a very early age. We were both 19 years old. He used to go out and party with his friends while I stayed home most of the time.

My husband and I are both mixed race. His father is polish and his mother is from Spain. I am mixed background too, a very light brown girl I guess you could say, or high yellow some would say. Well my husband and I, we had that in common.

We got along great, but sex got really boring at times. He was the only man I had ever slept with in my entire life. He invited me out with his friends one night. Mostly all of his friends were white boys. They were real down to earth guys and laid back. They were really friendly towards me, especially Sean.

Sean went to high school with me and my husband the year we first met. I admit, I always had a secret attraction for Sean. There was something about him that made me go nuts! He was very tall and had light blonde hair cut short, sea blue eyes, and smooth white skin and a sexy cute voice. He talked like a true stoner.

We all sat around in a circle listening to "Pink Floyd" and passing the bong. My husband got up and sat with his friends on the other side of the room. I went over to sit with him, then he shouted, "Go back to your seat! I'm talking here!"

I went over to my seat. I felt embarrassed. Sean's eyes were still watching closely. I was hoping that he didn't see what had just happened, the music was awfully loud, but I think he still saw it, and maybe heard some of it.

I saw him get up and announce that he had to go to bed and get up for work early. He just got a job at some bakery. We continued to all sit in the circle. My husband ignored me the entire time. I was the only female by now, Sean's two sisters left, and one of their female friends too. I had to pee, and asked where the bathroom was.

"Are you that stoned that you can't remember?" My rude brother in-law asked.

I sighed "No I can't."

"Follow your way to the left up the stairs okay honey," he laughed.

I went through the dark hallway and up the stairs trying not to fall down. I saw the light from the bathroom. I went to the room without the light across the hall for some reason and opened the door.

Sean sat up from his bed, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

I went to him and sat on his bed, "Hey Sean, When you left it got boring."

"Ohhh?" he whispered.

"Yea," I whispered. "So, can I officially give you a goodnight kiss?"

"Hell yea," he whispered back.

And we began to kiss for a long time. Then I got up and left the room, and went back downstairs. My husband was ready to go home. We were living with his parents a couple of houses down the street.

"Come on let's go," he said.

Back at the house I washed myself in the showers warm water. As I touched my body with the soft lathery washcloth and my hands I could only think of Sean's kisses. I wondered what it would feel like to have him inside me? After all, I had only been with my husband and no one else. I tried to block it out, and rinsed my body thoroughly along with the thoughts, I towelled off and went into the bedroom of my husband. He lay in the bed waiting for me. I put my hair into one braid that hung down to my hips.

"You know what I want," he said.

"I am too sleepy and tired" I said. He had ignored me all night long, and that made me feel bad. I didn't want to have sex with him. He fell asleep before I did.

I don't know what came over me.

I got up from the bed naked, and put on sandals and an oversized t-shirt. I slipped out of the bedroom. My inlaws house was a very big one with strict security. I was afraid I would get caught but, I wanted to be daring now. I wanted to do something new... break out of my shell.

I crept down the stairways and into the family laundry room and out to the brick patio...through the flower gardens. I went in the darkness past Miss Emma's big backyard and all the way to Sean's.

I hid behind the bushes...I saw Sean's older brother was all raging drunk and blasting his car stereo. He peeled out of the driveway like a madman. He had left the doors wide open. I slipped into his bedroom door and into the hallway. I was so nervous...What if I got caught? What would I say? I couldn't think about that now...it was too late to think about all of that. I slipped up the stairs and into Sean's bedroom. I closed the door behind me.

He was sleeping softly, the moonlight hit his face and made it look so angelic as he slept. I got on my knees and pulled down his boxers.

"Hey!" he was jerking away "Hey what's going on!"

"Sean let me!" I sighed.

"No" he insisted pulling me off his dick.

"Let me please. Its me..." He looked at my face and then smiled.

"Mmmm just let me. I really want to..." I moaned as I took his smooth white 7 inches of cock in my mouth. Mmmm, I sucked and licked it soooo goood! He started moaning like he didn't want me to stop.

"Ohhh hell yea! Damn! Hell yeah!" he moaned. I sucked and sucked him until he was grabbing me with his hands, trying to pull me on top of him fast. I climbed on top of him, and pulled off my t-shirt. I was not wearing any panties. My sandals flopped onto the floor loudly. I straddled over him and sat down on his hard dick.

My heart pounded in my chest as his hands guided me up and down on dick. His hands were on my breasts squeezing. I was up and down on his cock until we both couldn't control ourselves any longer! He was pushing me up and down on him so hard and so fast! We were both breathing so wildly -until I felt his cum spurt inside me and I came. His hands caressed my ass while he looked into each other's eyes, panting for breath.

"Lie down on me. Come here girl," he whispered, pulling my down to his chest.

"But what about Blane? What if he find out and..."

He cut me off, "Don't worry about him. Lie down here with me. Relax," he kissed my forehead. I laid down on him, and he wrapped his arms around me tightly. I lay there for some time, finally falling asleep in his arms.


On this one particular afternoon in May...

My husband Blaine and I were over at Sean's house. We were all up in his room laughing and taking bong hits. I wanted to go to the kitchen for munchies. I closed Sean's bedroom door behind me, and looked around the hallway to see if the parents were around, so that I could raid their refrigerator and cabinets. I slipped into the kitchen, which was next to the steps leading to the basement.

"Hey," a guys voice said. I turned around to see Sean's older brother Mark standing by the sliding door.

"Oh hey," I said. I didn't feel to comfortable around him. He was one of those guys who would rather get completely buzzed and smash up stuff... he wasn't mellow like his younger brother Sean at all. Instead of listening to Pink Floyd and Grateful Dead, he'd rather blast DeathMetal music or something.

"So your Blaine's lil wifey," he said.

"Yea," I reached on top of the refrigerator and grabbed a bag of chips.

"Nice ass," I heard him say.

I could feel his eyes raking over my body, I felt uncomfortable and tried to hide behind the bag of chips....

"Where's your girlfriend Christie?" I asked. I tried to bring her up so that he would maybe stop staring so hard at my body and saying rude stuff like 'nice ass'.

"We broke up," he said.

"Oh," I slowly started walking towards the doorway.

I went back into the bedroom.

"Hey, wanna beer?" he asked.

"Uhhhh no thanks," I kept walking.

He walked over in front of me and his face got closer and closer like he was gonna kiss me or something.

"Hey no thanks! You know I'm married," I said.

"Yea well, you sure don't act like it. Not from what I heard," he grinned. He grinned like his brother Sean, but Mark's eyes were like cold icy blue, kinda scary. I didn't like looking into them.

"LOOK! I don't know what you heard but go away," I said.

He grabbed my arm, "Wow your such a Bitch!"

I really thought he was a pig now. I went back in the room with Blaine and Sean, and sat on the bed with them.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked.

"Your brother's a lame pig," I said, tearing open the bag of chips. Blaine and Sean started laughing "BUXX KILL!"

We stayed there for most of the day, then went home.

Back at Blaine's parents house, the phone rang, it was MARK.

"Yeah? What do you want?" I asked.

"Is Slick home?" Mark asked.

"No. He's not," I said.

"Hmm... must be out with some chicks," he said.

"Fuck you," I said and slammed down the phone.

Blaine hadn't been coming home lately. I'd end up in the kitchen watching his mom peeling potatoes and talking about their old farm they moved from. I'd sit there bored out of my wits, and horny as hell. We rarely even had sex anymore, and when we did... it sucked most of the time. I missed that time that Sean and I were together. It was the first time I'd been with another man besides my husband. The phone rang again.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Uh hey, listen. I've got some really good green funk over here. I mean the "Kind Stuff". Why don't you come over and try some," it was Mark again.

"Yea well why would I want to. You're a rude ass!" I said.

"Well come on, its some good stuff," he said. I wasn't too sure about this. Mark just seemed sneaky for some reason. He was also more experienced with a lot of things, and I heard that he had been pushing up on people's girlfriends and that he had been violent with Christie. But everyone said she was making it up. And he was Sean's brother so...how bad could he be? I was bored. It was getting later and later, and Blaine still wasn't home.

I stood at the back sliding door reluctant to knock. The door slid open "Oh hey! Come on in," Mark grinned. I stepped into his room. It was dim lit with big lava lamps in the corners, and black lights on the ceiling.

"Have a seat," he motioned for me to sit in the chair next to his bed.

"Where's Sean?" I asked, feeling very awkward.

"He's gone to the store right now," he said.

He packed the bong and then he started lighting the end and taking hits. I held my arms close, like hugging myself. The room felt weird and dark. All the lava lamps were pretty weird too.

"So how old are you anyways," Mark asked, getting a choker off his major hit.

"I just turned 21," I said.

"Oh, so you're about my little brother's age. You Blaine and him are around the same age," he smiled.

"Yea," I said. "How old are you?"

He grinned in a really weird way as he said, "Oh I'm 24. I'll be 25 soon." He was wearing a tank top, exposing all his tattoos on his muscled arms.

I had heard stories about him. Christie was only 16 and she was his former girlfriend. Oh, that was so gross! "What a pervert!" I thought to myself, just like his Dad. There had been stories about his Dad cheating on the mom with younger girls too. Those two were so disgusting. And here I was sitting in his bedroom? What was I doing there?

"Uhmm well I had better go," I said.

"Noooo no! Have a beer," he pulled out three cases of Heineken.

"Look, I know Blaine is hardly there for you anymore. You must get lonely at home, waiting up late for him all night long," he said in a soothing warm voice.

I sipped down the beer slowly, listening to his voice. He was right, I did feel lonely most of the time. I hated it.

Mark smiled, "Listen, I understand you. I know what you're going through. It's gonna be okay. I think you're so beautiful, and Blaine doesn't appreciate you."

I felt my eyes tearing up, I hadn't been called beautiful by my husband since high school. Since we had been together married, all I had heard from his mouth was, "You're hot. Lets do it!"

But Mark was calling me beautiful, it felt so good!

I wanted to hear more of his words. I continued to sip down the beer until it became 6 beers somehow. On my 7th I started feeling so dizzy, "I-I better go," I stammered.

"Have another bong hit," Mark insisted, handing it to me. I took one more then coughed so hard, I though I'd throw up.

"Come sit next to me. Lets talk more," he said.

I went over and sat next to him. He began to stroke my hair, "Wow I love your long hippy hair. Your never gonna cut it are you?"

"No," I giggled. I hated when I got all giggly after taking several bong hits. He got up and turned on his CD player super loud, blazing out DeathMetal.

"Your so cute like this, like a little girl. Usually your such a bitch," he said. "Bitches need to be taught a lesson, but you... I betchya have a real sweet tight lil pussy."

My eyes widened, I couldn't believe what he just said.

"I have to go," I tried to say as I stood up and fell down.

"No, let me help you up," he said as he helped me right back onto his bed. I had a beer in my hand as he got closer to me. His face was really close to mine.

"So, what color are those nipples. Your one of those mulatto chicks right? Are they pink or brown or red? Let me see what they look like," he said.

"No. No I don't want to," I tried to push him back away from me.

"Bet I can make em really hard," he said.

He shoved me on my back, and slid his tongue in my mouth. His breath tasted like Heineken and potent herb. I kicked my legs, hoping to kick his balls really hard. He moved up to lay directly on top of me. I couldn't move at all!

"Oh god! What's happening?" I breathed, I felt completely suffocated from his body weight. He had too much muscle mass, and it felt like he was crushing my stomach. He pulled the front of my sundress down and kissed my cleavage slowly with his tongue, then trailing down to my areolas.

"Stop it! Get off me! Get off me please!" I was crying and trying to push him off. Every time I tried to push him his arms got stronger, and he started squeezing my entire body really hard until I stopped. I was so afraid now. His cold blue eyes stared into mine while he continued to explore my body. My flip-flops had fallen off.

"I need to get my flip-flops," I used every excuse to get away.

"Shhh," he kissed and licked underneath my breasts and then took his finger under my sundress, and inside my panties.

"Ouch!!!" I sobbed. He grinned, "It's tight and little!"

"Get off me!" I screamed trying to punch at him he grabbed my wrists really tight until it hurt like hell. I wanted to rip the earrings out of his ears!

"I want to make love to you... the way your man doesn't do" he whispered as he began to undo his belt and jeans, and pull out his long, white dick. Before I knew what was happening, he was inside me. The pain was really intense as he shoved it inside and out really hard.

I felt myself cumming, and he continued to thrust. He pulled it out, and I could feel his licking my wet throbbing pussy. His fingers pinched my nipples as he kissed it delicately. His tongue probed inside my twat hole, I could feel his tongue ring rubbing all against it. He got on top of me and put his dick inside me again and began to drive it so good! He grabbed my shoulders really tight and began to pump harder and faster!

I felt his dick beginning to get stiffer and swell inside my body! He was getting ready to cum!

"No please! You'll could get me pregnant! Please!" I screamed.

He ignored me and continued to pump it like there was no tomorrow. I felt him as he came inside me.

"What if you got me pregnant?" I said weakly, I was a complete wreck inside. My heart was beating so fast.

"Yea what if," he grinned.

"You JERK!" I sobbed.

He licked my cum from his fingers...