I practically had to attack him on our wedding night, and then he spent the next two days apologizing for fucking me. Sex was always at night, right b...fore bed, with the lights out and under the covers. I probably sucked him off no more than three or four times during our entire marriage, and he never went down on me. If I had even hinted that I wanted something ‘out back’, he would have never recovered. And as a single divorcee in the South, there just wasn’t a lady-like way to initiate the. I wanted to taste this beauty, so I started to kiss my way down her body, starting with the base of the neck. This caused her to let out a gasp of delight. She took my head into her hands and pushed me down body, not even letting me suck on her nipples. I did not care, because I knew where she wanted me to go,I could smell the sweetness of her sex, I could tell that she ate a lot of sweet snacks and a lot of fruit as well. She smelled like pineapple, my favorite fruit.I decided to tease her. " It felt so strange being accosted by a large blackman, but it felt strangely nice too, to feel so controlled and powerless."I'm sorry," said James, "I went too far. I thought maybe you wouldrespond to my initiatives." Oh James," I said, "I think you are extremely attractive, and I enjoyinteracting with you as your pretend girlfriend. But I am a straightman. And during the ballet lesson, when I grabbed your penis..." I know you were just acting out, and its all right," said James. "Nomore. Is there anything else you have in mind you’d like me to consider or relate to her or what all?” he said.“No, not really. Well, maybe one little thing. I still have her shirt. I’ll wash it and have it back to her soon,” I said. My ex-bud snickered.“Jimmy, I’m rich. I can afford a fucking T-shirt. Forget it. I can assure you she has,” he said.“Whatever,” I said.****And, there was morning and evening of the next day.I did wash the shirt and stored it in a plastic bag from the grocery store to.