0 comments/ 25319 views/ 1 favorites The Marriage Thing Ch. 1 By: spiderfife Kysandra was worried. Dennis had said he was going to leave her. Kysandra could not take another break-up. In the 15 years since her divorce, she had tried building relationships with nine different men. None felt at ease with a woman who had a PhD. Each try had ended in failure. Her ego was on the floor. But then she met Dennis. At first, it had been just a lark. But things turned serious. After three wonderful years, her self-esteem was restored. But now he wanted to end it all. As calmly as she could, Kysandra asked, "Why?" Dennis responded, "Because I'm 42 and want to settle down, get married, have kids. You've turned me down each time I've asked. OK, I've had enough. Its time for me to find someone who shares my goals." So there it was again - the marriage thing. Kysandra thought she had handled the subject each time it came up - but obviously, she'd been wrong. Marriage to Dennis carried two basic problems for Kysandra: (1) Her first marriage had been a disaster, followed by a series of disasters in her dating life; (2) With a such a bad track record, if she said "yes" to Dennis she'd be attempting the most difficult of all marriages - an interracial one. Kysandra was black - Dennis was white. Blacks and whites both would give them grief. Dennis had no idea what he'd be getting himself into. No, marriage was a bad idea. But she couldn't bear to lose him. The relationship was good - living together had made it the best ever. What to do? Suddenly, an idea hit her. "Dennis, I have a proposal," Kysandra announced. "Frankly, I'm frightened of marriage. But I love you - and I know you love me. I think you'd have a pretty hard time without me." Responding to her openness and honesty, Dennis shook his head "yes." "Well, I want to do whatever I can to save this relationship," Kysandra continued. "You have an image in your head about marriage - the doating wife who greets you at the door with your slippers." As Dennis started to object, Kysandra held up her hand, motioning for him to stop. "I know the protest you are going to make, Dennis. I've heard it before. But I'm almost finished. So let me share my proposal - and then you can talk." He reluctantly nodded in agreement. "What if you got a woman who fit that 'doating' image?" Kysandra asked. "In fact, what if you got more than that? What if you got a woman who thought about nothing but you - who tried to cater to your every whim and desire? Would you be interested in having such a woman?" Kysandra watched Dennis lean forward, obviously interested. "Well, I've got a three month vacation," Kysandra continued. "I don't have to start teaching again at the university until September 9. What if I devoted my summer just to you? I'd plan the whole thing. Then, at the end of the summer, just before I returned to work, we could talk again. But give me three months - no, give US three months - to explore something new and different. Who knows - you may find you like it. What do you say?" Kysandra held her breath as she watched Dennis think. He seemed to take an eternity. Finally, he spoke. "Ok, you're on. I do love you. And if taking three months can help us reach a decision about where we go from here, sure, why not? I'll give it a go." He smiled. A much relieved Kysandra spoke. "I'm delighted - and I don't want to waste another minute. I've got to get busy planning our great adventure. But I need a little time. Would you mind leaving me alone for just a few hours so I can start the ball rolling? Could you come back at 19:00 this evening? We'll get started then. I promise." Dennis nodded in agreement. He stood up, put his arms around her and kissed Kysandra passionately. She responded warmly. Then, without a word, Dennis left the house. Kysandra sat down at her desk and began making phone calls... At 18:45, Dennis called to check if they were still on for 19:00. Kysandra excitedly told him to come on over - but to ring the doorbell first. He found the mystery enticing. As instructed, Dennis rang the doorbell at 19:00. He heard the "klicking" of Kysandra's high-heel shoes as she walked on the tile in their entryway. The door opened - and there stood his mate. She wore a green push-up bra that gave her 38C tits a deep cleavage. She had on a matching green thong panty, Rio-cut style, that sensuously emphasized her hips and legs. Completing the ensemble was a pair of matching green 4" high heels. The green was a perfect contrast to Kysandra's beautiful ebony skin. She smiled. "Please come in." With that invitation, Kysandra turned to walk into the living room. This gave Dennis a full view of the cleavage created by the green thong between her ample ass-cheeks. It was an incredible sight - and Dennis felt himself respond with an erection. He followed her in. When he got to the living room, Dennis saw that Kysandra had placed a small blackboard on an easel tripod, along with chalk and an eraser. When she turned and looked at him, Dennis saw that her hair had been styled and her face perfectly made up with cosmetics. "Sit down, my dear," Kysandra began in her best professorial tone. "I want to share with you my plans for taking care of all your desires over the next three months..." To Be Continued... The Marriage Thing Ch. 2 Kysandra stood in front of Dennis, outlining her plans for the next three months. As he watched her, he realized she was already fulfilling one of his fantasies. Dennis had visited a number of her lectures. He found them fascinating. But he'd always had a fantasy of watching Kysandra lecture in some sexy attire. And now here she was, lecturing in nothing but a green push-up bra, green thong panties, and green high heels. Wow! He was turned on. Kysandra was saying, "...we'll be going to Kuaui for a month. A colleague from the university owns a condo there and she's agreed to rent it to us. Once we're in Hawaii, I thought we could talk about where else you want to go. Is that an acceptable place to start?" She looked at him hopefully. Dennis frowned. "Kysandra, you've planned all this, made all these arrangements without even consulting me?" "But Dennis, I just thought we could get a head start on the summer..." her voice trailed off as she saw the stern look on his face. Dennis spoke angrily. "You know, I just discovered the real problem I have with our relationship," he said as he stared straight into her eyes. "You're smart and your assertive. You take charge. You learned early in life you had to be this way. Otherwise, as a black female, you'd easily get left behind. I sincerely respect what you've done with your life and your career." Dennis paused, then continued. "But, as bright as you are, you still haven't learned how to make room for your partner. Well, if this relationship is going to continue, then I'm going to have to start driving, instead of going along for the ride." "Yes, we'll spend a month in Hawaii. But we travel according to my plans. Meet me in the dining room at 09:00 tomorrow morning. I'll have my set of plans for you then." With that, Dennis turned and walked upstairs to the computer workroom. He put a "do not disturb" sign on the door. Kysandra heard the door close and then lock. Kysandra had a rough night, tossing and turning without much sleep, worried about Dennis. She finally dozed off about 05:00 and almost overslept. She jumped out of bed at 08:55, threw on a robe, and rushed down to the dining room. Dennis was already there, fully dressed, sipping a cup of tea. On the table were two binders. "Good morning, my dear," said Dennis as he smiled. He then stood up and hugged her. Kysandra felt encouraged. "Shall we begin?" he asked. "Yes, please do," she answered. Over the next 30 minutes Dennis outlined plans for the next three months on a day-by-day basis. He conclude with a question, "Will you join me on this wonderful pleasure tour?" Kysandra paused a minute to think. If she agreed to do this, she would be forced to do things she'd never done before. She would probably be uncomfortable, even embarrassed, on many an occasion. But Dennis spoke truth last night. Too often he'd let her run the show. Now he was asserting himself. Maybe this was the clue she needed to discover happiness. She looked at Dennis, smiled and said, "Yes." Dennis grabbed Kysandra and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss with equal passion. Each had preparations to complete before the Hawaiian trip, so they agreed to reconvene back home at 18:00. When Dennis returned home that night, he couldn't believe what he saw. The plan had specified a new wardrobe for Kysandra. He'd offered suggestions coupled with pictures from the internet. She'd followed his plan to the letter. Kysandra greeted Dennis in a spectacular outfit - spectacular for its skimpiness. She had on a white half-bra that lifted her breasts and exposed her brown nipples. She wore white G-string panties and white high heels to complete the outfit. "You like it?" Kysandra asked as she twirled in front of Dennis. "I got 30 new outfits, one for each day in Hawaii, just as you suggested." Dennis noted that she seemed genuinely happy. "And what about the daily activity?" Dennis asked. Without another word, Kysandra grabbed his hand and took him upstairs to the bedroom. She opened the sliding glass door that led from the bedroom to the second-story balcony. She stepped onto the balcony, and removed her G-string panty. Kysandra sat down on the balcony floor and spread her legs, so that Dennis could see her pussy. She began to slowly stroke her clit, while she licked her lips. Dennis sat on the bed and watched. The concept that she was doing something ordered by her man turned her on. She'd never allowed any other man to have that level of control. The danger of being seen by the neighbors added to the tension - and to the excitement. Soon, Kysandra found her arousal growing. She moved her hand faster on her clit. "Touch your tits. Get those nipples rock hard," she heard Dennis order. Doing his bidding heightened her arousal more. She pulled on her nipples with one hand, while continuing to play with her clit with the other. "Spread your legs wider," Dennis said quietly but firmly. Kysandra opened her legs even more. In part, she was shocked by her willingness to follow his wishes. Ordinarily, she would angrily refuse to do any such thing. But she had to admit that being treated like a whore turned her ON!!! Suddenly, Kysandra reached the crest and had an orgasm. It was the most powerful of her life. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her, as she rocked and moaned, rocked and moaned. Then she limply lay on the balcony, panting. Dennis came out to her, lovingly kissed her, then picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom. He shut the sliding glass door and closed the blinds. An old man sat quietly on his balcony, just two houses away, watching the whole thing. His ancient wife brought him a glass of lemonade. He turned to her and said, "That couple in that house over there," he pointed. "You know, the professor?" His wife nodded affirmatively. "They sure are a loving couple." He smiled to himself as he remembered old times... To Be Continued...