My First Time Was an Interracial Menage on My Wedding Night and My Husband Wasn't Invited! (Black Those Brides!)

By Anita Blackmann

She didn't mean for it to happen this way!

The only thing she had looked forward to more than her wedding day, was her wedding night. But not only did her new husband get drunk and pass out but she realized too late that she couldn't get out of her wedding dress! She wanders the halls until she finds a beautiful, middle-aged black woman who welcomes her into her room to see if she can figure out how to help. But the chaste young woman finds the close proximity intoxicating and it only gets worse when the hot black husband steps into the room, wearing only a skimpy pair of boxers that leave nothing to the imagination!

It's only a matter of time...

Black Those Brides! is an anthology series. Each book has a different story and cast of characters. You do not need to read any of the others to enjoy this one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deadlier Than the Male Publications
• Release date: Nov 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370516636

Anita Blackmann

Anita Blackmann married young, fresh out of high school. It was obvious that neither of them was ready for marriage, and it ended within a couple of years.With stars in her eyes, she went to Hollywood next and acted for a while, mostly in small parts in independent films. She met and married a producer who introduced her into a world of wild parties and underground sex clubs. She came to fear for her health and sanity, and eventually walked away from him and his money.She leads a very different life now, and has decided to write of the world she she once knew as a way of empowerment.

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My First Time Was an Interracial Menage on My Wedding Night and My Husband Wasn't Invited! (Black Those Brides!)

by Anita Blackmann

Copyright 2017 Anita Blackmann

Published by Deadlier Than the Male Publications

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

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Table of Contents

Excerpt

My First Time Was an Interracial Menage on My Wedding Night and My Husband Wasn't Invited!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Bonus Material: White Wedding, Blacked Bride

About the Author

Other Books by Anita Blackmann

Connect With Anita Blackmann

Excerpt

Her hot breath on my throbbing, aching clit brought my attention back to her. I stiffened, then shuddered. My pussy heated up and more cream gushed inside. Her nose – just the soft tip of it, mind you – brushed against my rock-hard nub, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. I squirmed, delirious and wanting so much more. Her tongue flicked across it, then she enveloped it with her lips. A quick flick and then another. And then...

My world exploded. From a large pool of unrequited lust, deep inside my womanhood, the pressure crammed into one tiny spot, then erupted. My brain went blind and my body heated. A thin veneer of sweat covered me as my exquisitely intense orgasm tore through my body. Every fiber of my being was alive, my body flailing as I pushed her face deeper into me. She licked and sucked, toying and teasing and, ultimately, pleasing me. I was having my first climax and I felt like it was rewriting my DNA!

The beautiful black MILF kept at it, eating me even as my orgasm subsided, though I could feel that pressure, momentarily and intensely relieved, slowly building up again. I looked to the side, to her husband, drooling over him. I loved what I was getting but I wanted more. Tentatively, I reached over, touching his shorts. When he didn't object or try to move away, I let my fingers do the walking and finally touched his thick shaft. The feeling was electric, so I passed my hand through the opening and wrapped my thin white fingers around his fat black shaft.

Oh, God, I moaned. Both from what she was doing to me and because of what I felt. On instinct, I stroked it, relishing the sigh the escaped his lips. His hand, which had been gently massaging my shoulder this whole time, slid up to the back of my head. He urged it over toward his lap and I just went with it. I soon found my face just inches from his raging, barely-encased manhood. His heady scent – a combination of funk and pheromones – wafted from the opening in his shorts, no doubt pushed out by the motion of my handjob. I licked my lips hungrily as he raised his hips and slipped them down, pulling down the