I knew he was coming over, and the anticipation had me buzzing all morning. My husband had left for work hours ago. I hadn’t bothered showering after we fucked last night—partly out of laziness, partly because I loved the idea of being a little dirty for this. I stripped down to just a pair of skimpy panties, the kind that barely covered anything, and waited.
When the doorbell rang, I opened it without hesitation. There he was—one of my regular lovers. His eyes dropped straight to my bare tits hanging out, and I could see he was already rock-hard in his jeans, the thick bulge obvious even from the driveway. I smiled, stepped aside, and purred, “Come in.” He followed me straight back to the bedroom like he’d done it a hundred times.
I watched him strip fast—clothes hitting the floor in a rush. God, he was already throbbing, ready. I pointed to the bed. “Lie down.” He obeyed, and I climbed over him, straddling his face without another word. I lowered myself until my pussy pressed right against his mouth. His tongue darted out instantly—hungry, eager—licking me like he’d been starving for it.
It felt incredible: warm, wet, relentless. But then he pulled back just enough to mumble against my folds, “You fuck anyone else lately?” I almost laughed. “Just my husband last night,” I told him. “And I haven’t showered yet. Sorry.” I half-expected him to pull away, but he didn’t hesitate. He dove right back in, licking deeper, tasting everything—my husband’s cum still lingering inside me, my own fresh wetness, all of it mixed together. Fuck, that turned me on even more.
I let him work me for a couple of minutes until that slick, swollen ache built between my legs. “I just need to get wet,” I said, climbing off his face. I rolled onto my back, spread my legs wide, and looked up at him. He was stroking that thick black cock—big, heavy, veins bulging. He didn’t need to; he was already leaking pre-cum, but I loved watching him handle it.
Then he was over me, lining up. The fat, swollen head of his black cock nudged between my puffy lips, smearing my creamy juices all over it. He pushed in slowly at first—still a tight, burning stretch even after last night—and I gasped as my married cunt opened around that massive girth. Inch after thick inch sank into me, stretching my walls wide, until the blunt head kissed the back of my pussy and his heavy balls pressed against my ass. God, he was so fucking massive. I could feel every throbbing vein, every ridge dragging along my sensitive inner walls.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned, wrapping my legs tight around his waist and digging my heels into his ass. “Give me that big black cock. Stretch this pussy.”
He started thrusting—slow, deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out so just the head stayed inside, then slamming back in until his balls slapped wetly against me. The wet, filthy sounds of my sloppy cunt sucking on his shaft filled the room. Faster and harder he went, pounding me with raw power, hips snapping, the bed creaking under us. My tits bounced wildly with every brutal thrust, nipples hard as diamonds.
Our mouths crashed together in a messy, spit-swapping kiss. Tongues tangled, teeth clacked, both of us groaning into each other’s mouths while he railed my dripping hole. I could feel his thick cock churning up the creamy mix of my husband’s leftover cum and my own fresh juices, turning my pussy into a slick, frothy mess that coated his shaft and dripped down to soak his balls.
“Harder,” I begged, nails raking down his back. “Fuck me like you own this cunt. Pound it. Breed me.”
He growled and gave me exactly what I wanted—furious, animalistic strokes, slamming into me so deep I felt him in my stomach. His heavy balls smacked my ass with every thrust, the wet plap-plap-plap echoing louder and louder. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his girth, gripping him like a vice, milking that beautiful black cock for everything it had.
I was a moaning, squirming wreck beneath him, legs shaking, toes curling, my juices squirting out around his pistoning shaft with every savage plunge. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum—don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!”
He didn’t. He fucked me straight through my orgasm, my cunt spasming and gushing all over him. Then his rhythm broke—short, desperate, brutal thrusts as he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded. Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted deep inside me, pulse after pulse flooding my womb, so much that I could feel it already pushing back out around his cock, creamy and white, mixing with everything else leaking from my ruined pussy.
He kept grinding through the aftershocks, milking every last drop into me, until he finally slowed and pulled out slowly. A thick flood of his cum poured from my gaping hole the second he left me, running down my ass and soaking the sheets.
We collapsed side by side on the bed, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat.
After a minute of just breathing, I rolled toward him, pressing my body against his side. He wrapped one strong arm around me, pulling me in close. I nestled my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow, while my hand drifted down between us. I cupped his heavy balls gently, massaging them in slow, soothing circles with my fingers—feeling their warmth, their weight, the faint twitch as they settled after everything.
“Mmm,” I murmured against his skin, voice soft and content. “I fucking love this black cock. Every time you slide in like that… God, the way you stretch me, fill me so completely. It’s addictive. Nothing hits the same spot the way you do.” I kept rubbing his balls tenderly, my thumb tracing lazy patterns over the sensitive skin, loving how relaxed and full they felt in my palm. “You always make me feel so taken care of, so satisfied. My husband knows I see you guys on the side—he’s good with it, and I’m grateful for that. But damn… this right here? This is exactly what I crave.”
He let out a low, satisfied hum, hand sliding down to rest on my hip, thumb stroking my skin in return. I stayed like that, nestled against him, one hand still gently massaging his balls while we caught our breath—sweaty, spent, and wrapped up in each other. The room still smelled like us, like raw, perfect sex, and I didn’t want to move an inch.
