Grace Miller's fingers hovered over the laptop's keyboard, her heart pounding so hard she was sure Matt could hear it from upstairs. She'd been finalizing a sleek, elegant kitchen layout for a client when Matt's browser window caught her eye. Her curiosity drew her in, but shock quickly replaced it as she scanned the page.
Images of Asian women intimately engaged with muscular, dark-skinned men filled her vision, each thumbnail more graphic and detailed than the last. Titles screamed boldly of taboo cuckold fantasies, risky impregnation scenes, and explicit interracial encounters.
"Grace? You still up?" Matt's voice startled her from the hallway.
She spun around to see him standing there, concerned and cautious, his eyes flicking nervously from her to the computer screen. He immediately paled.
"What the hell is this, Matt?" Grace's voice trembled, her tone filled with confusion and hurt.
Matt took a step forward, clearly uncomfortable. "Grace, I--it's just fantasy. Harmless, really."
"Harmless?" Grace asked incredulously, tears beginning to blur her vision. "Is this what you like!? You want to watch me cheat on you with other men? That's harmless?"
Matt sighed, stepping toward her cautiously. "No, that's not--it's not about wanting you to cheat. It's about imagining you receiving pleasure and enjoying yourself...it's exciting to think about you being that irresistible other men want to please you."
Grace shook her head slowly, frustration evident. "This is…it's a lot, Matt. You didn't think to talk about it with me first? You'd rather keep this hidden?"
"I was embarrassed," Matt admitted softly, looking vulnerable and guilty. "I didn't want you to think less of me."
She exhaled sharply, feeling conflicted emotions swirling inside her. "I need some time, Matt. This isn't something I... This just feels weird."
"Take all the time you need," he said gently, his expression sincere and pleading. "Grace, I love you. This was never meant to hurt you."
Grace closed the laptop quietly, standing up slowly. Without another word, she made her way upstairs, mind racing and emotions tangled in confusion.
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Grace sat stiffly on the edge of their bed, her gaze locked nervously on her hands folded neatly in her lap. Matt sat down gently beside her, reaching out to softly touch her shoulder.
"Grace, talk to me," he whispered, voice filled with genuine concern. "I never meant to upset you."
She exhaled slowly, finally lifting her eyes to meet his. "It's just…a lot, Matt. Seeing you turned on by imagining me with someone else--it's hard to wrap my head around."
He squeezed her hand gently. "I get that. And honestly, it took me by surprise too. But it doesn't mean I want you to actually do it. It's just fantasy--something to spice things up between us."
Grace frowned thoughtfully, her voice quieter now, vulnerable. "But is it really just fantasy?"
Matt smiled gently, leaning closer. "It is. Look, what excites me the most is seeing you get pleasured by a strong man and be desirable, irresistible to someone else, but always mine."
Her cheeks flushed, and she felt her pulse quicken slightly at his words. "And you'd be okay, thinking about another man touching me? Really?"
Matt nodded slowly, his gaze intense but tender. "Only if it was something you wanted, too. Just the fantasy, just imagining it."
Grace hesitated, feeling the warmth of Matt's reassuring touch on her skin. A curious, forbidden excitement stirred within her. "So…how would this fantasy go, exactly?"
Matt leaned in, voice dropping to a husky whisper, eyes darkening with desire. "You'd be with someone big and strong, someone who could have anyone--but wants you. He takes you without hesitation, filling you completely, knowing exactly how to please you."
Grace felt a sharp thrill run through her body at Matt’s explicit description. Despite herself, she asked breathlessly, "And what about you? Where are you?"
His lips brushed softly against her ear. "Watching, loving every second, knowing you're mine, that you choose to let another man take you because it excites both of us. Especially the risk of it--bare, raw, real."
Grace shivered, imagining the scenario vividly. She was surprised to find herself incredibly aroused by Matt's fantasy, her heart racing, body heating.
"It's just fantasy, Grace," Matt reassured her softly, his hand gently caressing her thigh, soothing yet teasing at the same time. "You’re always mine."
She nodded slowly, smiling shyly as curiosity overtook her initial hesitation. "Maybe…just fantasy could be okay. Just between us?"
Matt smiled warmly, leaning in to kiss her deeply, sealing their secret fantasy agreement. "Just us, Grace. Always us."
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Grace lay beside Matt, their breathing synchronized as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Her mind was still swirling from Matt's detailed, vivid description of their fantasy. She couldn't deny the excitement she felt, even if part of her remained uncertain.
She shifted slightly, propping herself up on an elbow to face Matt, studying his calm, satisfied expression. "Matt?" she whispered gently, her voice carrying a tentative curiosity.
Matt turned to face her, eyes warm and attentive. "Yeah, babe?"
Grace hesitated, then took a slow breath. "When you think about this fantasy...who do you imagine? I mean, is it always someone random, or...?"
Matt smiled softly, tracing a gentle finger along her bare shoulder. "Honestly? Usually, I just think of someone strong, confident, someone you'd find genuinely attractive. It makes it feel more exciting and believable."
She blushed slightly, biting her lip thoughtfully. "So, not just anyone?"
"Well," Matt paused, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper, eyes sparkling mischievously, "remember Marcus Walker? Your old crush from high school? He always seemed like your type."
Grace felt her cheeks warm immediately, heart skipping nervously. "Marcus? God, Matt, that was ages ago."
Matt chuckled softly, pulling her closer. "Still...it felt natural imagining you actually hooking up with Marcus back in high school--what it might've been like if you had chosen him to lose your virginity to instead of me. It made the fantasy feel real, more intense."
She bit her lip, thoughtful, memories of Marcus flooding her mind--his confident charm, his athletic body, and the subtle flirting they'd shared long ago. A shy curiosity flickered through her as she allowed herself to picture Marcus vividly, his strong presence and deep, confident voice.
"Maybe we should look him up first," Matt suggested softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He reached over to Grace's phone resting on the bedside table. "Let's just see what he's up to."
Grace hesitated, but curiosity got the better of her. She unlocked her phone and handed it to Matt, who quickly navigated to her social media. Moments later, Marcus Walker's profile appeared on the screen. Grace leaned closer, noting his muscular physique, evident from countless workout photos, his status clearly showing he was single and deeply involved in fitness.
"He's still single," Matt murmured, voice thick with excitement. "Why don't you friend him?"
Grace pulled back slightly, eyes wide. "You seriously want me to do that? I don’t know, Matt. It feels…real."
"Just for the fantasy," Matt reassured her quickly, though his breathing had quickened noticeably. Grace glanced downward, noticing Matt was already fully erect again, his hand unconsciously stroking himself beneath the covers. Her pulse quickened at seeing his obvious excitement.
She took a deep breath, her hesitation slipping away in the face of Matt's clear arousal. "Okay, I’ll do it," she whispered, clicking the friend request button, her heart pounding wildly as the fantasy took a daring step toward reality.
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Grace sat alone on her living room couch, nervously scrolling through her phone. Her heart skipped when a notification popped up--Marcus Walker had accepted her friend request. Her stomach fluttered, excitement and anxiety twisting together inside her.
She jumped slightly when a new message from Marcus appeared on her screen.
"Grace Miller! Wow, long time no see! How have you been?"
Her cheeks flushed immediately, fingers trembling slightly as she typed back, "Hey Marcus! It really has been forever! I'm good, how about you? Looks like fitness became your thing?"
Marcus replied almost instantly. "Haha, yeah, keeps me busy. You look amazing, by the way. Wow! Looks like you and Matt got hitched, huh?"
Grace blushed deeper, feeling a surge of excitement. She hesitated only a moment before typing a reply, her heart beating faster. "Thank you! Yeah, I married Matt and we have two kids now--time flies, right?"
Their exchange grew increasingly playful and relaxed. Marcus’s easy charm drew Grace in, making her laugh, her heart racing as their conversation took on an undeniable flirtatious edge.
"Damn, Grace, you really filled out well," Marcus teased, his words laced with appreciation. "I mean, you were always cute, but now? Wow. Matt’s a lucky guy."
Grace blushed, biting her lip as a thrill rushed through her. "Oh, stop it," she typed, adding a playful emoji to soften the compliment. "You haven’t changed much either--well, aside from getting ridiculously fit."
Marcus responded instantly. "Had to. Gotta stay in shape--never know when an old high school friend might reconnect. Gotta make sure I still impress."
Her stomach flipped, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Oh? Hoping to impress someone in particular?"
Marcus replied with a winking emoji. "Always gotta be ready. You never know when an opportunity might come knocking."
Grace smirked at his playful response, a small thrill running through her. The excitement of their banter left her feeling flushed, her mind buzzing with an idea. If Matt found the thought of Marcus flirting with her exciting, what would happen if she played into it just a little more?
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard before she finally typed, "Well, from what I see, you're definitely ready."
As she set her phone down, a wicked thought took root--what if she dressed a little sexier for Matt tonight? Not overtly, just enough for Matt to notice, enough to tease him into bringing up Marcus again. She bit her lip, anticipation tingling through her as she made her way to the bedroom, already planning which stockings and skirt to wear, hoping Matt would take the bait.
When Matt returned home later, Grace casually shared part of the exchange with him, watching his reaction carefully. Matt's breathing quickened, his eyes filled with unmistakable excitement.
"Did he really say that?" Matt asked breathlessly, moving closer to Grace, clearly aroused by even this harmless interaction.
Grace smiled, feeling empowered by Matt's intense reaction. She stood slowly, deliberately allowing Matt to see her delicate garter belt and stockings beneath her skirt.
Matt's eyes widened, breath quickening visibly, his arousal unmistakable beneath the fabric of his pants. "Wow! That's so… WOW… to see you dressed like this... I can just imagine Marcus seeing you and his reaction… Damn, Grace, that's so fucking hot."
She moved closer, feeling bold. "Do you really think he'd like seeing me dressed this way?"
Matt swallowed hard, nodding eagerly. "He'd lose his mind. I'm imagining you, teasing him like this..."
Grace's heart raced, curiosity mixing with a newfound excitement. Reaching down deliberately, she slowly unzipped Matt's pants, freeing him, her delicate fingers wrapping gently around his hardness. She gasped softly, feeling the slickness already present at his tip.
Matt groaned, hips shifting slightly into her touch. "God, Grace, yes... Imagine how Marcus would react seeing you like this, knowing you're dressed up for him."
Grace began stroking slowly, her voice teasing yet uncertain. "You really want me to meet up with him? Like this? Just fantasy...or do you actually want it?"
Matt moaned deeply, eyes locked on hers, clearly aroused beyond control. "I want it, Grace. Just meet him...let him see how sexy you are. Just imagining it drives me crazy."
His voice cracked as Grace continued her deliberate, sensual stroking, feeling her pulse race at the sheer intensity of Matt's desire. Suddenly, he shuddered deeply, releasing himself across her stockings and her trembling hand, the warmth startling her as she gazed down at the evidence of his climax.
Grace stared at the mess coating her fingers and silky stockings, pulse racing, her heart pounding wildly. Looking back into Matt's lust-filled eyes, she finally whispered breathlessly, "Okay... I guess that's a date with Marcus then."
But later, alone again, Grace felt a shiver of excitement when Marcus messaged once more, suggesting they grab coffee sometime soon. She hesitated only briefly before replying, heart pounding, "I'd love that. Let's set something up."
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Grace tugged nervously at the hem of her skirt as she stepped into the softly-lit cafe, heart fluttering anxiously. The gentle murmur of conversation and subtle scent of espresso surrounded her, calming her slightly. Matt had convinced her to dress up tonight--her skirt shorter, hugging her hips closely, stockings smooth and patterned, heels elegant yet sensual. Even her blouse was a bit more revealing, the neckline dipping lower than she'd usually dare. It felt thrilling, yet dangerously real.
Marcus stood up immediately when he spotted her, his smile warm, eyes openly appreciative as he took in her appearance.
"Grace," he greeted her softly, voice rich with genuine admiration. "Dang you look incredible."
Her cheeks flushed warmly, flustered by his direct compliment. She quickly shifted the focus back to him, offering a playful smile. "Oh please, Marcus. Look at you--you've barely aged a day. And clearly, the gym has been treating you well." Her eyes flicked briefly over his broad frame before she looked away coyly, sensing his gaze lingering a moment longer on her legs than felt appropriate.
As they settled into their seats, Marcus's easy charm set her at ease, their conversation flowing naturally, nostalgia quickly giving way to friendly banter. Marcus was confident, effortlessly drawing her into their conversation, his gaze lingering just enough to make her pulse quicken.
Marcus leaned back slightly, eyes warmly meeting hers as they reminisced, sharing laughter and memories of high school days. His easy smile and playful tone made Grace feel relaxed, even as each word carried an undertone of flirtation.
"I was surprised when you reached out," Marcus admitted softly, leaning closer, eyes locked onto hers. "I'm really glad you did too. I always thought you were special even back then."
Grace laughed softly, playing coy even as a spark of heat curled in her stomach at his flattery. "Oh stop it, Marcus. You’re just trying to mess with me; I was such a dork back then." Her voice was light, teasing, but the way his gaze lingered on her made her pulse quicken. "Do you say this to all of the girls from high school who reconnect with you?"
"Honestly, Grace," Marcus said, eyes sparkling as he teased gently, "you always caught my eye back then–you’re smart, funny, gorgeous. I'm kicking myself for never making a move."
Grace laughed softly, playing coy even as her heart fluttered anxiously. "Oh come on, Marcus. You are so over exaggerating. You were always surrounded by girls back then."
He shook his head sincerely, leaning closer. "Maybe, but none of them were you. You were different. I always wondered what might've happened if we'd actually given it a shot back then."
Grace's breath caught in her throat, heart racing at the intimacy of his admission. Feeling vulnerable yet deeply intrigued, she whispered, "You really thought about me like that?"
Marcus smiled softly, eyes holding hers warmly. "All the time. But I thought you would never be interested in a guy like me, so I kept my distance."
Grace hesitated, pulse quickening with the intensity of his gaze. Words escaped her lips before she could stop them, softly confessing, "Honestly, Marcus…I always wondered, too. But I was too shy to ever say anything."
A charged silence fell between them, eyes locked in mutual realization, until Grace's phone buzzed suddenly, startling her back to reality. Glancing down quickly, she saw Matt's text: "How's your 'date' going?"
Grace blinked sharply, pulled abruptly back into reality by Matt's playful message. Her face flushed hotly, embarrassment and guilt suddenly mixing with the thrill of the moment.
"Everything okay?" Marcus asked gently, noticing her reaction.
"Yeah, sorry," Grace said quickly, heart still pounding. "My husband just texted me--I should probably get going."
Marcus nodded understandingly, hiding mild disappointment. "No problem. Maybe we can meet up again soon?"
Grace smiled hesitantly, slipping her phone back into her purse, conflicted yet exhilarated. "Umm... Yeah... I'd like that."
Marcus stood with her, his hand gently brushing her arm as they rose from the table. "Let me know. I'd love to reminisce with you more."
Grace left the cafe, breathless and unsettled, unable to deny the dangerous thrill that had ignited within her.
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Grace walked into the bedroom, heart still fluttering from the evening with Marcus. Matt was already waiting, eyes bright with anticipation as he took in her appearance--short skirt, sheer stockings, and heels that accentuated her graceful legs.
"God, Grace," Matt breathed, clearly aroused, his eyes lingering hungrily. "How did it go with Marcus? Did he appreciate your outfit?"
Grace smiled softly, cheeks flushed. "He noticed," she admitted coyly. "He said motherhood suits me." Pointing at her boobs and her butt, knowing she had filled out a bit in those areas since having kids.
Matt exhaled sharply, eyes darkening with desire. "What would you have done if he invited you back to his place?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
Grace hesitated playfully, leaning closer to Matt, enjoying his palpable excitement. "I don't know," she teased softly. "What do you think I should've done?"
"Maybe you'd go back with him," Matt breathed, sliding his hand along her thigh, fingertips grazing her silky stockings. "Imagine Marcus guiding you into his place, pinning you against the wall, touching you everywhere."
Grace felt a thrill ripple through her body, warmth spreading as Matt's words painted an intoxicating scene. Her pulse quickened, lips parted softly. "And then what?" she whispered.
Matt groaned deeply, clearly aroused. "Then he lifts your skirt, moving your panties to the side to get full access to you. Then he slides his thick black cock into you with no condom on, right there. You'd let him, wouldn't you? You'd let him fuck you bareback right then, wouldn't you?"
Grace smiled teasingly, biting her lower lip. "Maybe..."
His breathing grew rapid, pulse pounding visibly. "Tell me you'd let him cum inside you, Grace. Risk it all, just to feel him throbbing inside you."
The explicit imagery made Grace's body ache with desire, but before she could respond, Matt shuddered, climaxing suddenly, spilling across her legs and skirt. Surprised, Grace gazed down at the warmth dripping over her thigh and hand.
Matt's breathing slowed as he looked sheepishly up at her. "Sorry…I couldn't help myself," he whispered, cheeks flushed.
Grace shook her head softly, smiling despite her surprise. "You're unbelievable," she teased gently.
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Later, alone under the steamy cascade of the shower, Grace let her mind wander back to Marcus. Her body responded instantly, fingers slipping lower as she vividly imagined Marcus taking her exactly as Matt described--his strong body pressing her into the wall, claiming her fully, cumming deep inside her.
Heart racing, cheeks flushed from pleasure, Grace stepped from the shower, drying slowly, still feeling an ache of unresolved desire. Picking up her phone, she noticed a message waiting from Marcus: "Can't stop thinking about tonight. I'd love to see you again soon."
Heart pounding with excitement, her fingers hovered nervously over the screen. She took a shaky breath and typed back, a playful yet cautious reply: "Tonight was fun. Maybe we shouldn't wait so long to catch up again."
She paused, heart racing, before hitting send, unsure yet undeniably thrilled by her own daring reply.
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Later that week in the evening, Grace stood in front of the full-length mirror while Matt rifled through their closet, pulling out options. She chewed her lip as he held up a tight black dress and sheer thigh-high stockings.
"This one?" he asked, his voice light, but his eyes glittering with excitement.
Grace hesitated. "It’s... a little risqué, don’t you think? I mean, it’s just drinks."
Matt stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "We don’t have to go full bombshell. Just something subtly sexy--something that keeps Marcus guessing. You’ll look incredible either way."
Grace nodded slowly, still nervous. The excitement in Matt’s eyes made her chest flutter, but her stomach churned with anticipation. She was unsure how Marcus would react... and maybe even more unsure of how she would.
After slipping into the dress, smoothing the hem over her thighs, and adjusting her stockings, she gave herself one last look in the mirror. Her heart pounded. This wasn’t just roleplay anymore--it was real. Marcus was real.
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Grace felt her pulse quicken as she took another sip of her cocktail, the soft warmth of the alcohol swirling pleasantly in her body, easing her nerves. She shifted slightly on the cushioned bench, her sheer stockings brushing together beneath the hem of her dress. Next to her in the booth, Marcus watched her closely, his eyes filled with unmistakable intrigue--and something darker, more carnal. He had greeted her with a wide grin and immediately offered to buy them both drinks, his voice low and smooth as he added, "You look incredible, Grace. I mean… damn."
She laughed lightly, still flustered, but the nervous energy in her chest slowly transformed into something warmer, more dangerous.
"You're even more gorgeous than I remember," Marcus said, gaze unapologetically lingering on her form. "That dress should be illegal."
Grace smiled, biting back the heat rising in her cheeks. The way he looked at her stirred something she hadn’t felt in a long time. “You’re such a liar,” she said, laughing softly. “You’re just saying that to make me feel good—because you had a crush on me back then.”
Her voice was teasing, but the flutter in her chest was real. The way Marcus's eyes stayed locked on her made it hard to tell if she was joking—or if part of her hoped it was true.
Marcus leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, the confidence in his smile drawing her in. "You know I don't play like that. I gotta ask though--what’s really going on here, Grace? A married woman, looking like that, showing up alone to meet an old friend at a bar."
She met his gaze with a hint of mischief. "Maybe I’m just here for the drinks," she teased, her heart thudding in her chest.
"Uh huh," he smirked. "Guess I better earn this round then."
As they continued to reminisce, his fingertips brushed her arm lightly at first, his touch casual--but when she didn’t recoil, his hand drifted lower beneath the table, coming to rest on her thigh. The sensation of his hand on the thin nylon made her breath hitch. She stiffened slightly, not because she wanted to pull away--but because she didn’t.
Her mind flickered briefly to Matt. He had sent her off with a kiss and a whispered, "Just have fun. Remember, it’s all just pretend." But this no longer felt like pretend.
Grace was starting to have trouble responding to Marcus's questions as his hand slowly slid upward, each inch an escalation. He paused when he reached the lace tops of her stockings, searching her face for resistance. She gave him none.
His fingers slipped higher, disappearing beneath the hem of her dress. Her breath caught when he nudged aside the fabric of her panties and pressed against her slick heat. He paused--then eased a finger inside her.
Grace clenched around him, her thighs tensing, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment. Her voice came in a whisper. "Marcus... we shouldn’t..."
"Tell me to stop," he murmured, his tone low and unreadable.
She didn’t.
A second finger joined the first, his movements confident, knowing. He curled them just so, finding the spot that made her thighs twitch. Her breath came faster. Her hand gripped the edge of the table.
A waiter passed by, eyes flicking down and quickly away. He leaned close and whispered, "If you’re looking for privacy, the back patio is closed now."
Flushed and wide-eyed, Grace stood shakily, Marcus rising with her. He took her hand in his, guiding her out onto the patio. The string lights above cast soft shadows around them, but all Grace could see was him.
Their mouths collided instantly, a crash of hunger and heat. His hands roamed down her back, gripping her ass as he pressed her against the brick wall. Grace gasped softly as she felt him grinding against her, the pressure of his arousal unmistakable through his pants. He was giving her every signal that he wanted more--that he wanted her.
Her breath came in ragged gasps between kisses, her mind spinning. She wasn’t ready to go that far. Not yet. But she wanted to please him. She wanted to explore this heat curling in her belly, and she couldn’t deny her curiosity--the same one sparked by the endless videos Matt used to watch, where petite Asian wives eagerly took their well-endowed Black lovers.
She wanted to know. She needed to see.
With a boldness that surprised even her, she slowly began to sink to her knees.
Driven by a lust she no longer cared to question, she slowly lowered herself to her knees. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unzipped him. The moment his cock sprang free, thick and heavy in her hand, her eyes widened.
It was just as she imagined. Dark. Massive. Demanding. Her pale hand looked delicate in comparison.
She began with slow, worshipful strokes, her tongue exploring the swollen head, tasting the salt of his skin. She looked up at him, her eyes dark and wide. His lips parted, a deep groan spilling out as she circled her tongue around the ridge.
"Fuck, Grace," he breathed, his hand settling gently on her head.
Her other hand cupped his heavy balls, gently massaging them with her palm and teasing them with her nails as she tried to work him deeper into her mouth. She could only take the head of his gland--but she made up for it with skilled, focused attention. She stroked his length while her tongue worked his tip with increasing speed.
"Shit," he groaned, hips bucking slightly. "You feel so fucking good."
Their eyes met in that charged moment--his wide and dark with intensity, hers brimming with unspoken heat. Grace held his gaze, her lips stretched around him, and saw the raw hunger written across his face. She felt it in his every twitch, every shallow thrust of his hips. Her own arousal surged at the way he looked down at her--not just with lust, but reverence.
Her tongue danced around the swollen head as if answering his silent praise, teasing the ridge deliberately while her fingers squeezed and stroked. He bit his lip, a vein bulging in his neck, and she knew she was driving him wild. She felt powerful. Desired. Worshipped.
Grace’s eyes fluttered, her gaze locked on his as if to say: I know what you want. And I want it too.
Her arousal climbed with every gasp, every twitch of his body. Her free hand stroked his base while the other continued to gently roll his sac, coaxing his orgasm closer.
"Grace... I’m gonna--" he gasped.
She pulled back just enough to look up at him and convey that she was not stopping until she got what he had for her.
With a strangled moan, Marcus let go, erupting hot and thick against her tongue. Grace struggled briefly with the sheer volume, her throat working overtime to keep up. She closed her eyes, swallowing again and again, not letting a drop escape.
When it was over, she leaned back slightly, licking her lips, savoring the heady taste of him. His cock twitched still in her hands as she stroked him lazily.
"Mmm... Wow! You taste even better than I imagined," she purred.
Marcus grinned down at her, flushed and panting. "And you’re full of surprises."
Grace tucked him gently back into his pants and rose slowly to her feet, her legs still trembling. Marcus’s hand slid around her waist and casually opened on her ass as they walked back into the bar together. The buzz of voices and clinking glasses returned, but everything around her felt distant--dulled by the intense, electric moment they had just shared.
She could still feel the slick film of his release coating her throat and lips, the musky richness of it lingering on her tongue. Every time she swallowed, the taste reminded her of what she had just done--what she had taken from him, and how much she had craved it. Her cheeks were flushed, her pulse still pounding, and Marcus leaned in close to whisper, "Let’s finish our drinks before you head out."
Later that night, when she finally got home, Matt met her at the door, eyes bright with anticipation. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, the taste of Marcus still lingering on her tongue.
"Tell me everything," Matt whispered.
Grace smiled slowly, savoring the moment. "Oh, I will," she said. And she began.
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After a long, passionate night with Matt, Grace lay naked against his chest, both of them coated in a soft sheen of sweat. He had fallen into a blissful daze, murmuring how much he loved their new game. As he drifted off, Grace’s phone buzzed beside her.
It was a message from Marcus: "Still thinking about what you did to me at the bar. Damn, Grace. Can’t stop. Let’s do it again--soon."
Grace’s breath caught as she read it, the words sending a delicious chill down her spine. She turned to glance at Matt, who stirred slightly as she reached down, gently stroking his softening length. He let out a faint groan, his cock twitching to life in her hand.
"Marcus wants to meet again," she whispered with a smile.
Matt’s half-lidded eyes met hers, a lazy grin on his face. "God, that’s hot... Let’s up the fantasy this time. Meet him at a hotel bar. Wear something really sexy now. After you guys finish catching up and he heads out, head up to your room and call me. Tell me all the filthy things you 'did' with him there."
Grace stared at him, the lines between fantasy and reality blurring in her mind. She typed back to Marcus with trembling fingers: "Tomorrow night. The Hotel Bar downtown. 8pm."
Marcus replied instantly: "A hotel now? Mmm... damn girl. You know I’ll be there."
The next evening, Matt was buzzing with excitement, helping Grace choose her outfit--something sexier, tighter, shorter. Grace hesitated at first, uncertain if she could keep things in check this time, but Matt's encouraging grin and bulging excitement silenced her doubts. He believed it was all safe fun--flirty banter at most. The idea of Marcus admiring his wife turned him on, but he never imagined anything real would come of it.
As she stepped into the car, Grace felt a swirl of anxiety and arousal churning within her. She knew she was walking a thin line, and this time... she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop.
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Continued on His Fantasy, Her Reality - Part 2
