On a warm Friday night, my husband and I, reveling in our open marriage, invited Marcus, my Black lover, to our home. His dark skin and commanding presence always sent a thrill through me, a promise of raw passion. The bedroom glowed with soft candlelight, setting the mood. My husband settled into a chair by the bed, ready to touch himself as he watched.
I knelt before Marcus, my hands on his thighs as I took in his cock, already half-hard. I leaned in, lips brushing the tip, tasting the faint salt of his skin. Slowly, I took him into my mouth, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down his shaft. His cock grew harder with each pass, thickening against my lips. I sucked gently at first, then deeper, feeling him pulse. My fingers grazed his balls, hairless and smooth, their warmth heavy in my hand. I lowered my mouth, pressing my lips to them, tasting the sharp, musky sweat that clung to his skin. I licked slowly, savoring the heat, tracing every curve as Marcus moaned, his hand resting lightly on my head.
It didn’t take long—his erection was rock-solid, throbbing against my lips. He shed his clothes, and I slipped off my robe, both of us naked. My husband, stroking himself, watched with confidence.
I lay back on the bed, legs parted, my body aching for Marcus. He climbed over me, his eyes locked on mine, his massive cock brushing my inner thigh. He was huge, thick, and long, a challenge I craved. With no condom, just skin on skin, he pressed against me, the tip teasing my entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, stretching me wide, the sensation almost overwhelming. I gasped, my hands clutching the sheets as he filled me, inch by inch, his size making every nerve spark. When he was fully inside, I felt impossibly full, his cock pressing against every sensitive spot.
Marcus began to thrust, slow at first, letting me adjust to his girth. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through me, my body molding to him. His hips found a rhythm, steady but deep, each stroke pulling a moan from my lips. My legs wrapped around him, urging him deeper, and he obliged, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me. The bed creaked under us, the air thick with the sounds of our bodies—skin slapping, my breathy cries, his low groans. His size was relentless, stretching me with every thrust, the friction building a heat that coiled tighter in my core. I arched into him, my nails digging into his back, lost in the intensity of being so thoroughly taken.
As the pleasure mounted, Marcus picked up the pace, his thrusts harder, more urgent. My body trembled, the pressure inside me swelling, teetering on the edge. His cock hit deeper, each stroke pushing me closer, until the coil snapped. My orgasm crashed over me, a white-hot wave that made me cry out, my walls clenching around his massive length. Marcus kept going, riding out my climax, his own breaths ragged as he chased his release.
I turned to my husband, reaching for his hand, our fingers intertwining. “I love you,” I whispered, my voice shaky with pleasure. “You’re so amazing, letting me have this, watching me like this. You’re the best husband.”
He squeezed my hand, his eyes warm. “I love you too,” he said, his voice steady despite the quickening pace of his strokes.
I smiled, glancing at Marcus, still thrusting, sweat dripping down his chest. “Marcus is so dirty, though,” I said, my tone teasing. “Just look at him, fucking me with that huge cock, so raw and reckless.” My husband’s breath hitched, but he nodded, his eyes flicking between us. “You’re perfect,” I continued, praising him. “So strong, so open, letting this dirty guy take me while you’re right here, loving me.” I tightened my grip on his hand. “He might get me pregnant, you know,” I added, my voice a mix of mischief and heat. Marcus kept going, unfazed, his thrusts relentless.
My husband leaned closer, his voice soft. “I love you, no matter what,” he said, his hand moving faster. “You’re my everything.”
Marcus groaned and came inside me, his warmth flooding me, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself. He pulled out, leaving me slick and spent. As he stepped back, Marcus quietly and politely gathered his clothes, dressing with a calm grace before slipping out of the room, leaving us in our intimate bubble.
My husband was at my side in an instant, his eyes burning with desire. He kissed my inner thighs, his lips brushing the sweat left from my exertion, the taste sharp and intimate. Then he moved to my pussy, his tongue delving into the slick heat, lapping up Marcus’s cum with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation was electric—his warm tongue, so familiar yet thrilling, sent a jolt through me, reigniting my arousal instantly. He licked deeper, savoring every drop, his hands spreading my thighs wider as he worked. The contrast of his gentle devotion against the raw act was intoxicating, and my body responded, hips rocking against his mouth.
His tongue circled my clit, teasing then pressing, building a rhythm that made me moan. The pleasure surged, unstoppable, and within moments, an amazing orgasm tore through me, my body shuddering as I cried out, my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He didn’t stop until I was trembling, completely undone by his touch.
Then my husband entered me, sliding into the slick heat. He was so aroused, he finished in ten seconds, his release a quick shudder. I pulled him close as we collapsed together, our bodies tangled in a sweaty embrace. I kissed his forehead, my fingers tracing his jaw.
“Baby, it’s more than okay that you came so fast,” I murmured, my voice soft and reassuring. “You were so turned on, and that’s so hot to me. It shows how much you love this, how much you love me.” I smiled, looking into his eyes. “And your tongue—God, your oral skills are incredible. The way you licked me, tasting everything, giving me that mind-blowing orgasm? You’re amazing, the best I could ever want.”
He blushed, a shy smile breaking through, and I kissed him deeply, our connection grounding us. We cuddled, limbs entwined, basking in the afterglow of our shared passion, his warmth against me a reminder of our unbreakable bond.
