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Sweaty

In the few months after the Debradebacle, we became closer than ever. After that night and what happened the whole night in our bed, we felt it necessary to discuss a few aspects of our relationship we had omitted before. Discussing what happened that night and opening ourselves up to each other, we realised how a simple thing could have damaged our vulnerable relationship even further. It was clear the threat of breaking up was imminent that night, and all because of a trust issue. Suffice to say, Brandi chose her relationship with me over her friendship with a slut. While we continued to see our group of friends, she also had a coffee date with Debra and made sure to put her cards on the table. Debra was a slut of note, and it was better to cut her out completely than to run the risk of her creating havoc again. A few months later, only a few from our group still included Debra on the get together guest lists, and then only for a Sunday lunch and seldom anything else. Following that, our intimate relationship became deeper and more committed but neither of us was about to complain. Sexually, Brandi was a bit out of action anyway as all the roughness caused a small tear on the perineum side of her pussy, which made coupling uncomfortable. However, her small injury did not dampen her spirits, and we found other ways to pleasure each other in the few days after that night. I would wake up in the middle of the night with the bedside light on, a warm wet sensation around my ...

... cock and her grinning up at me while giving me an oral workout of note. We upped our physical activities a notch or two by trying anal. This caused her some tremendous orgasms as we really took time in getting ready, making sure we could do so with safety and without discomfort. We often feel asleep like that only to feel her press back into me for round two. Since the tear in her pussy healed, we retained the anal aspect of our physical relationship but only as an added “benefit” so to speak. We started changing our lifestyle, and one morning, when I thought I was in for a casual run around our hood, she was out with me. I was surprised to hear feet behind me and, looking over my shoulder, looked into her elated, smiling face. She had somehow caught up with me and, in doing so, agreed to something I had yearned for a long time. Having a quiet supper one night out the conversation the conversation turned to fitness and health. I was really laying into the shiny strip of fat that framed my steak on the one side. Looking up, I caught a stern expression on her face, my fork halfway to my already open mouth. “What?” I enquired. “That piece of fat you’ve been chomping away at. It’s not good for your health!” I looked at the loaded utensil and asked, “Why?” “Because it’s lining your steak tonight, but a few steaks on it will line your heart. Put it aside. Please?” I did so after getting the evil eye, and while putting down my fork, I listened to her giving me the health lecture. One ...