My wife’s job has taken her out of town this week and I miss her as I always do when she travels. Her name is Barbie and she has to travel for work about a week out of every month. My name is Joe and one week ago today was our one-year anniversary. We celebrated with a wonderful dinner at a well-known restaurant and then went to see a play. Barbie has been the love of my life since I met her in college. She was a knockout blonde, as feminine and pretty as they come and always dressed to the nines, sorta like Elle Woods in the Legally Blonde movies but way sexier. A living Barbie doll Stepford wife combo all in one alluring package. But Barbie was a virgin and wanted to remain that way until she got married. In spite of that, we dated blissfully for about six months and I felt I had to pop the question. She accepted and made me the happiest man on earth.
Until I met her, I had been a pretty big party guy. I catted around with a lot of slutty chicks and did my share of drinking and carousing with my buddies. It wasn’t easy to give all that up but Barbie was so damned fine that I would have joined a monastery to have her. This girl was just a gorgeous angel and to have her love, I would have done anything. I had to masturbate a lot while I dated her. I mean a LOT because she always looked so damned pretty all the time. I wondered if she might be persuaded to give me oral but she was way to prissy to consider doing THAT before we got married. She acted mortified when I hinted around at it. That was okay. I figured I could get her used to the idea one way or another after we were married. She made it clear that she didn’t like my party ways or my loser friends and got me to clean up my act a lot. No more smoking, no more recreational pharmaceuticals, minimized drinking and so forth. I didn’t care. I would give it all up just to have her be my wife. With one exception.
My bachelor party. This was my last partying fling and my boys lined up quite a night for me. Barbie was dead set against it but I minimized the intensity of what they had planned for me and she relented. I told her I would be good but, since it was my last hurrah, as they say, I went for it. The guys took me to a strip club where there were smoking hot slutty babes all around me. They had arranged for this one really pretty black girl, Lisa, to hang with me and, before I knew it, she was in my back seat giving me the first blowjob I’d had in six months! I blew such a huge load in her mouth she said she wasn’t going to need to eat anything for two days! What a night! My boys gave each other props on treating me so well and they were all sworn to secrecy. Barbie never found out my indiscretion and we went on to have a beautiful wedding ceremony and marriage.
Or so I thought.
In front of me? A diary, a journal. It’s cute and it’s pink and it’s fat with a Hello Kitty cover on it and it belongs to my wife, Barbie. I found it by accident under one of her dresser drawers. I know I should have put it back but I was sort of surprised because I had never seen her journaling anything ever before so all of the entries had to have been made in secret. It had no lock or anything so I took a peek.
It was the end of my world as I knew it.
The first page made my heart skip a beat because it says it was apparently written on the morning of our wedding day, just over a year ago. I was jolted when I read how it started because scrawled across the first page were two words, “My Payback!” As I turned the page and began to read, I found out one of my dumbass guy friends had gotten hammered on Captain Morgan at a party and leaked to his girlfriend that I had gotten a blowjob from a black chick at my bachelor party. Well that girlfriend felt obligated to tell my wife-to-be but she did so just two hours before our planned nuptials while my bride to be was preparing in her second story dressing room at the church. According to her enraged diary entry, Barbie decided right then and there to make it her mission to get back at me and humiliate me if it was the last thing she ever did. Not call off the wedding, not walk out, but humiliate me behind my back and in a covert way. Because of her outrageous intentions, Barbie never even gave me a hint there was any trouble but, as I read on, my stomach turned regarding how oblivious I was to her insane plan for payback.
In her outraged state, Barbie snapped, reasoning that since I had lied to her, went against her wishes and gotten a blowjob at my bachelor party from a black chick, then SHE would get back at ME by proceeding to marry me. I didn;t get that until I read the next part. Barbie was going to make it her mission in life to suck off every black guy that I knew behind my back.
When I think back, I wasn’t allowed to see what I thought was my blushing bride the morning of my wedding day, including right before our vows, and some of the bridesmaids had told me that Barbie was demanding some quiet time alone to calm her nerves that day. They respected her wishes and left her alone to gather her thoughts. But what the diary said put her whole demeanor into perspective. She was stewing. She was angry. She was infuriated and she decided, however illogical, that she would make me pay in a way that defied reason. Barbie, enraged, considered my indiscretion an unconscionable betrayal on my part and, while staring out the church window, she glimpsed the black driver leaning against his limo. He was smoking a cigarette and talking on a cell-phone down below her second story vantage point. She would begin weaving her web of perceived revenge that very moment and proceeded to use the dressing room telephone to quickly call the limo company and then have herself patched through to the limo driver. She acted coy and flirty and told him to look up at the second story window. The befuddled driver craned his neck upward and must have seen my angelic-looking bride in her wedding gown leaning out the window talking to him on her cell phone. She asked him straight out, “Would it be okay for the limo driver to fuck the mouth of the bride?”
Barbie cautioned him to slip in quietly through a side door she unlocked for him and he hauled ass to meet her, slipping in as directed and locking the door behind him. His name was Terrell and he was as black as they come. At 6’2″ he loomed over Barbie’s petite 5’4″ doll-like frame as she baby-stepped in white ankle-strap stilettos to a white lace ottoman in the middle of the room. Her silken train “shushed” across the floor and she swept it behind her as she daintily took a seat. Barbie hiked her dress back to show Terrell her white garter straps and white nylons that had little red hearts all over them. Terrell’s eyes opened wide. “Aw hell yeah.”
Terrell was nervous with lust and started to unbuckle his belt when Barbie told him not to do that. She asked that he please not get undressed, just unzip his trousers and pull it out through the opening and try and be quiet. He had a little trouble extracting it because it had hardened in a hurry but, when he did, the black chunk of meat almost slapped her in the face. Her positioning was perfect as, in a standing position, Terrell’s black cock dangled erect in front of her eyes. She gasped at the girth but was determined. “I’ve never had one in my mouth before, so I may need you to lead.”