Darkness of Love (Treblemaker x Daltin)

"I really don't want to go to this thing," pleaded Daniel as he watched his wife getting ready. Despite his protests, he was picking out his clothing for the gathering that was going to start in the next few hours. Grabbing a pair of crisp, pressed black slacks that clung to lean but strong legs, cupping the firm, round cheeks of his ass but mostly clinging to his crotch. It was both flattering and annoying how the material snug uncomfortably against his penis, trapping it against his left thigh. Looking up from the bed, he watched his wife's face in the mirror as she explained how important this event was for her. Her dearest friend had her first kid and she missed the baby shower. So tonight, they were going to have a dinner welcoming the new life of motherhood. The women she worked with at the ghetto outreach program were going to be there. Women talking about motherhood, raising kids, drinking wine and that was it. No men, except him.

It wasn't just the fact that he was going to be sitting there, smiling and trying to contribute where he can without hearing the constant flow of, Men could never understand the pain of giving birth, or the connection mothers have. But the pain that he feels when hearing all of this stuff. The room is filled with women, all who have had children very recently, some of them on round two of children, except for his wife. No children filled this enormous home with the pitter patter of feet, or more accurately, the sound of toys crashing, or buttons being pressed repeatedly as though the sound made was the most mesmerizing music in the world. It was not Daniel's choice.

Sliding his arms into his button down shirt, he watched his wife, a woman who cared about her appearance more than anything. A child would ruin her body, she claimed on more than one occasion. Condoms. Condoms. Condoms. Never risking the chance of having a kid. When Daniel first looked at this enormous, two story, eight bedroom, four bedroom home, with completely furnished basement, he had planned for a big family. A family that never came.

Nimble fingers drew the buttons together over toned, hard abs and dense, hard chest before closing tight about his thick neck. "Alright, fine. I will come. I know this is a big deal for you. No need to beg," grumbled Daniel as he rose to his feet and ran a hand through his short, light brown hair so that the hairs would stand up in a more purposeful way. With that, he was ready for the guests and so he left his wife alone to prepare. Strolling downstairs and into the kitchen, he began to set the table, making sure silverware was where it needed to be, checking on the food. Despite what most of the guests will think, the delicious foods they will be enjoying tonight were prepared by him. A aged honey ham, family recipes of collard greens and mashed potatoes, pies for desert. He had a passion for cooking, outside of his normal job.

Everything was set, the guests were soon to arrive and already he was growing nervous. Crowds of people were not really his favorite things. The thundering in his ears was not an approaching storm, but that pounding of his own heart. Eyes shifted back to the main door, unable to rest even as he watched a documentary on TV. The sounds of cars began to pull up the round drive way leading to his home and everything slowed for a moment, the sound of shoes and heels gathered at the door and he knew, no matter he might try and wish it away, the doorbell was about to ring.

"Here it comes."

Leshawna sighed as she got out of the passenger seat in the car. "For the last time, momma, I don't need a husband. I just need somebody to help watch Michael when I am at work." She was dressed in a fairly nice blue dress that stopped at her ankles, but had a slit that went all the way up to her hip on one side. The new mother knew her breasts barely fit in the dress, but it was the nicest one she had. Besides, nobidy would complain about a little cleavage...

"Baby, you need a man to take care of you, not the baby." And there was her mother, Francine. "You gonna want to get your needs taken care of eventually." She was dressed in a short red dress that was definitely meant to show off her body. Leshawna definitely had bigger breasts, but her mother was much better at showing off.

From the car pulling up behind them, somebody let out a laugh. "No, no, no. I think she needs more than just any man. It'll take a real nigga to take care of her problems~" Jackie grinned as she joined the other two black women, followed by a shorter teen in a white dress that was a little to big for her in every place but her tits.

"Don't be mean to Leshawna, Jackie. Your boyfriend didn't even wait a week before knocking me up. Maybe you're the one with the problem~" The youngest mother, Mia, followed them all to the door as she taunted Jackie. Leshawna shook her head and knocked on the door.

Inside, Catherine, Daniel's wife was finishing up her makeup. "Is that them, honey? Let the girls in!" She hurried out of the room, smiling as she smoothed out her black and white dress that covered her modest body quite well. She started down the stairs as she heard her husband open the door

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The rhythmic rattle of knuckle against door alerted Daniel to the truth, the guests were in fact, here. Inhaling a deep breath, Daniel straightened his button down shirt before striding towards the door. Catherine had explained the women were some of those who worked alongside her in her attempts to fix up the ghetto. The goal had been to bring more jobs to those in the ghetto, while also trying to get the most vulnerable out. Mothers with children were her prime target, those who were raising the next generation of black youth. "They aren't like the few black women you met before dear," the words repeated in his mind as he reached for the door and opened it with a smile. For a man, his lips were rather thick, drawn back over white teeth and making a warm and charming expression as he greeted the women.

"Good evening ladies," said Daniel, as he stepped back from the entrance, drawing the door with him and offering them the room. The women were; beautiful. Exotic and gorgeous beyond words. Focusing on LeShawna who entered first, the woman of celebration this evening, those eyes were the first things that caught him and drew him in. Deep pools of brown surrounded by the flawless white of her eyes and then once more captured by the sultry shape of her eyes and the dark brown skin. Eye brows were ell kept, smooth and emoting her natural personality. As his gaze dropped slowly, he took in her very African nose, wide and shallower than a European nose, but he just found it all the more lovely as it showcased the enormous, fat lips of hers. It is hard to describe those lips. They aren't just plump, but, "taller" than white lips, they are bigger, and fuller, and just make any man long to know the pleasure of their kiss.

"Please, come in."

He tried to keep his gaze looked on her beauty, but it was impossible not to notice the plump, blubbery breasts practically trying to climb out her tight dress. The swollen flesh of her breasts were actively bulging out around the V-neck of her beautiful blue dress, leaving absolutely no sag or hand as they created a cleavage deeper than anything he had ever seen before. The rich colors of her blue dress contrasted her ebony skin so perfectly, it was near impossible to look away from the woman who still radiated the glow of pregnancy due to her birth being only 2-3 weeks ago. As she walked passed him and into the enormous home, his eyes were drawn back to her face, admiring the tight braids her natural, coarse hair were woven into as they cascaded down to...

Holy shit!, exclaimed Daniel, but only within the confines of his mind, as his eyes dropped down the dip of her back to the explosion of ass jutting from her spine. Unlike the more gradual curve from back to ass his wife had, her ass seemed to erupt from her spine in an enormous swell of flesh, bubbling out across the full width of her huge birthing hips before hooking shapely back into her thick thighs at the bottom. This trait was seen on the next few women, despite having smaller breasts, each seemed to hold that African booty unlike any other race.

Adjusting his shirt once more, he followed along behind the women, leading them in and smiling as he approached the living room and spoke, "Please, make yourselves comfortable. Catherine will be down in a moment to get things started." His voice was deep, an almost feral sound of maleness. It was a voice that caused women to turn and look every time he spoke, unable to resist that power. As the women looked about his home, seeming drawn to the enormous TV, beautiful furniture, and anything that looked expense even if they preferred a little more flavor in their style, Daniel made his way back to the kitchen. It was time to start pulling out the food. He was trying to get what he saw out of his mind, but something told him this night was going to haunt his wet dreams for the rest of his life.