I’ve been patient for months, letting my husband go out and fuck other women while I smiled and kissed him goodbye. Our open marriage worked that way, but lately I’ve wanted something for myself. I’ve had plenty of black lovers before — thick, dominant men who stretched me open and left me dripping. I missed that feeling.
Then Jerome started coming to my gym. Tall, muscular, his dark skin shining with sweat when he lifted. We flirted for weeks. I started dressing sexier for him on purpose — wearing my tightest leggings and low-cut sports bras. He noticed. He made bolder comments, offered to spot me, and let his hands linger on my waist and thighs. I left every session soaked. Some nights, I went home and fucked my husband while telling him about Jerome. Other nights, I locked myself in the bathroom and fingered myself, thinking about him.
It finally happened on a Thursday night. The gym was quiet. After weeks of tension, Jerome walked up while I was on the hip thrust machine and said, “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m not gonna be able to control myself.”
I looked up at him and answered, “Then don’t.”
He pulled me into a small, empty stretching room in the back. The second the door closed, his mouth was on mine. I kissed him back hard and grabbed his cock through his shorts. He was already thick and heavy in my hand.
He pulled back and said, “Come back to my place.”
“I’m too hot and sweaty,” I told him.
He smirked. “I like you hot and sweaty.”
I told him I needed to grab my stuff and went into the ladies’ locker room. My hands were shaking as I texted my husband:
Maya: Jerome just kissed me in the back. I grabbed his cock. He’s really thick. He invited me back to his place, and I said yes.
Husband: Fuck. Right now?
Maya: Yeah. I’m still really wet from kissing him.
Husband: You gonna make him wear a condom?
Maya: No. I’m not. I want to feel him raw.
Husband: geez. You’re really doing this.
Maya: I need it. I want him to fuck me and cum inside me.
Husband: Tell me everything. Send me something if you can. Come home full.
Maya: I will. Love you.
Husband: Love you too. Go get that dick.
I put my phone away and met Jerome in the parking lot.
We barely spoke on the drive. The second we got inside his place, he had me bent over the back of his couch. He yanked my leggings down and pushed inside me in one thick thrust. I had to bite my arm to stay quiet. He fucked me hard and deep until I came, then buried himself to the hilt and came inside me.
He led me to his bedroom afterward. We both needed a breather. He disappeared into the kitchen for a minute and came back with two bottles of water. I was still lying on my back when he climbed onto the bed beside me, his cock soft and glistening against his thigh.
For a while, we just lay there catching our breath. Then he leaned over and kissed me — slower this time. Not the desperate, hungry kissing from the gym or the couch. This was deeper. More deliberate. I kissed him back before I could stop myself.
I knew I should pull away. This felt different. Too intimate. Too much like something I wasn’t supposed to be doing with him. But his hand slid up my stomach and cupped my breast, and when his tongue brushed mine, I let out a soft sound I couldn’t hold in.
He took his time. He kissed down my neck, across my collarbone, and sucked gently on my nipples while his fingers traced slow circles between my legs. I was still slick with his cum from the first round, and the way he touched me made me shiver. I could feel him starting to get hard again against my hip as we made out.
Eventually, he moved on top of me. We kept kissing as he settled between my thighs. When he finally pushed back inside me, it was slower than before — long, deep strokes that made me gasp into his mouth. He didn’t rush. He kissed me through every thrust, his tongue moving with the same rhythm as his cock. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer without thinking.
It felt wrong.
Not because he was fucking me raw again, but because of how we were doing it. The kissing. The eye contact. The way he kept murmuring “fuck, you feel so good” against my lips like this was more than just sex. I came hard with his tongue in my mouth, moaning helplessly as my pussy clenched around him. The guilt hit me even harder than the orgasm.
He didn’t stop kissing me. Even when he flipped me onto my stomach and took me from behind, he stayed close — chest pressed to my back, lips on my shoulder and the side of my neck. His strokes got deeper, rougher, but the kissing never stopped. I turned my head, and he caught my mouth again, swallowing my moans as he fucked me harder.
When he finally came, he buried himself as deep as he could and stayed there, groaning into the kiss while he pumped another thick load into me. I could feel every pulse of it. He didn’t pull out right away. He just kept kissing me, slower now, like he didn’t want to let the moment end.
Eventually, he eased out of me. I felt the warm rush of his cum spilling out and down my thighs as I rolled onto my back. My heart was still racing, and that uneasy, guilty feeling hadn’t gone away.
While Jerome went to get more water, I grabbed my phone and took a photo of the mess between my legs.
Maya: He’s already cum in me twice. I’m a mess Heading home soon.
Husband: Fuck. You look so full. Drive safely. I’ll be waiting.
I got dressed and told Jerome I should head home. He nodded and said anytime I wanted to do it again, just let him know. I drove home with his cum still leaking into my leggings, trying not to think about how much I’d liked the way he kissed me.
When I walked through the door, my husband was waiting. He took one look at me and led me straight to the bedroom. He dropped to his knees, pulled my leggings down, and immediately started licking the cum off my thighs before burying his face between my legs. He ate me out until I came on his tongue.
Then he pushed me onto the bed and fucked me hard. Every thrust pushed more of Jerome’s cum out of me. I told him everything while he reclaimed me — how thick Jerome was, how deep he fucked me, and how many times he came inside me. My husband came deep inside me while I was still talking.
Afterward, he lay beside me, running his fingers through the mess between my legs.
“You’re going to see him again?” he asked.
I smiled, even though part of me still felt strange about how the second round had felt. “Yeah. I think I am.”
He kissed me softly. “Good.”
