Big Black Valentine's Day (Interracial Black MMM/White F Erotica) E-Book

Jane Snow

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Maria and George are in a struggling, mundane relationship. As Valentine's Day comes around, Maria recalls the previous year's horrendous attempt, or lack thereof, that George treated her with. He believes that it's a made up, corporate holiday that represents greed. Maria ddoesn't really care for Valentine's Day either but with friends and family always bragging about their escapades, she feels as though she's had enough.

When Maria opens up to George, he brushes her off and the two have a heated confrontation. In the end, he sends her a little gift, with a note: Let's do something dirty with chocolate. Maria is lost as she wonders what her husband has planned and rushes home to find the door to her home slightly ajar.

An uneasiness crosses her as she steps in and sees her husband bound to a chair. Three big black men are frozen as they stare at her. They seem to know her, and they know her husband's name. Maria wonders if her husband wants her to fulfill a drunken fantasy they shared. The three big black man grin and unwrap their chocolate bars...

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Big Black Valentine’s Day

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I glanced up at my husband nervously as I plated dinner.  His eyes were still glued to the TV, watching a basketball game and having a beer.  We had grown apart over the years and I began to wonder if I was no longer desirable to him.

Valentine's Day was just around the corner and I wondered if it would be like last year, a complete and utter dud.  He had come home with a couple of half dead flowers and a small heart shaped box of chocolates.  There was no surprise gift, no spontaneous trip, or even a passionate night for us.

I hoped that this year would be different, something to get their marriage heated up.  Maybe even to play out a fantasy that we both might have shared.  A sigh escaped my lips as I placed dinner on the table and looked over at him again.

"Dinner's ready," I called out.

"Huh?  Okay, yeah, I'll be there in a couple of minutes.  You've got to see this, Tennessee is actually showing some signs of life," George, said, barely even glancing at me.

"Don't take too long, the food is going to get cold," I replied as I grabbed a pair of cups.

"Yeah, yeah," George grunted back.

I shook my head and poured some water in both cups before placing them on the table.  After sitting, I glared at the back of George's head.  A part of me knew that this Valentine's Day would be no different than the last.  In fact, I wondered if he would be able to top our last experience.

"George," I said while clearing my throat.

"Hold on, just one more minute," George replied as he cheered his team.

I shook my head again and decided to just go ahead and eat without him.  George hadn't even noticed that I had cut my hair shorter than usual.  I had been trying to get him to see it but it seemed he was too preoccupied.

George laughed, clapped and then stood up, scratching his beer belly a couple of times before burping and making his way to the table.  I glared up at him.

"Oh, whoops, sorry, excuse me," he apologized as he pulled his chair back.

He gave me a small smile as he sat and grabbed his fork.

"Wow, spaghetti, my favorite!"  He said as he began twirling the noodles on his fork.

"So, George," I started.

"Yes, Maria," he replied, still smiling.

"Do we have any plans this weekend?"  I inquired.

"This weekend?  Uh... nah, I don't think so.  Why?  What's up?"

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to make sure there were no plans for Valentine's Day," I replied, a slight bit of disappointment in my voice.

"Oh, come on, that's just a stupid Hallmark holiday.  Just another way for corporate America to feed its greed," George balked.

"Oh, of course, that's exactly what it is," I sarcastically agreed.

"Hey, whoa, come on now, don't be like that," he responded.

"Like what?  Disappointed?"  I asked, now sounding angry.

"I thought we agreed that we wouldn't get all sappy for these types of fake things," George said.

"I know but surprising me every once in a while wouldn't be bad.  I have to go to work and listen to others talk about the great little adventure they had, or the necklace they just got and when they start asking me, I don't have much to say," I answered.

"Oh jeez, I'm sorry.  I didn't know that you felt that way.  What would you like to do?"  George asked.

"You can't ask me that, I was hoping you would surprise me or something.  Forget about it, it's my fault for even bringing it up," I replied, stabbing at my food.

"Oh come on, we can't leave it at that.  What can I do to make this up to you?"

"Nothing, just forget about it," I repeated.

"Fine," George replied, sounding flustered and angry.

We ate in silence, only the TV in the background providing any semblance of noise.  Each time I heard the crowd cheer, I frustratingly glared at the screen.  I would rather have had the TV turned off and eat in silence.

"I got dishes," George offered, breaking the silence.

"Great," I replied unenthusiastically as I got up with my plate.

"You done?"

"I'm not that hungry anymore," I replied as I walked off to put the leftovers in the kitchen.

George sighed and clanked his utensils loudly against his plate.  I wondered if I was truly happy in this relationship.  We seemed to constantly get into fights lately, from small things to big things, it didn't seem to matter.

I wrapped some saran wrap around my leftovers and placed it in the fridge.  George turned his chair so that he could get a better view of the TV as he ate.  I sighed and headed on upstairs, feeling more frustrated than ever with my husband.

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