Sarah had been married ten years when the urge hit her hard. She told her husband straight up one night after a few drinks. "I want to suck a black cock. A real thick one. I want to feel it stretch my mouth." Mike didn't hesitate. He set it up through a site, found a guy named Marcus who was six-foot-three, hung like a horse, and down for a no-strings meet at their place.
Marcus showed up at eight. Tall, dark skin, broad shoulders. Sarah answered the door in a short robe with nothing underneath. She led him to the living room where Mike sat in the corner chair. No small talk needed. Sarah dropped to her knees right there on the rug, reached for Marcus's belt, and pulled his pants down.
His cock sprang out heavy and black, already half-hard and way bigger than anything she'd had. Veins stood out along the thick shaft. The head was wide and smooth. Sarah wrapped both hands around it and started stroking, feeling it swell to full size. "Fuck, it's huge," she said, voice low and hungry. She leaned in and dragged her tongue from the base up to the tip, tasting salt and skin.
Marcus grunted and put one hand on her head. Sarah opened her mouth wide and took the head in, sucking hard. Her lips stretched around the girth. She worked her tongue under the crown, swirling and pressing. Spit ran down the shaft as she bobbed forward, taking more each time. Marcus's cock throbbed in her mouth, hot and solid. She gagged when it hit the back of her throat but kept going, pushing deeper until her nose brushed his stomach.
Mike watched from the chair, breathing heavy but saying nothing. Sarah pulled off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to the glistening black cock. She looked up at Marcus. "I need to suck this thing until you cum down my throat." Then she went back down, sucking with wet, sloppy sounds. Her cheeks hollowed. One hand pumped the base while the other cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently.
She changed angles, licking along the underside, tracing every vein with the flat of her tongue. She slapped the cock against her cheek, feeling the weight, then took it back in, deeper this time. Her throat relaxed and she swallowed around the head, letting it slide into her tight passage. Marcus's hips flexed, fucking her mouth in short thrusts. Saliva dripped onto her tits and the floor.
Sarah moaned around the cock, the vibration making Marcus curse. She pulled off again, jerking him fast with both hands now. "Give it to me. I want to taste your load." She went back to sucking, faster, messier. Her head moved in steady rhythm, lips sliding up and down the thick length. Every few strokes she took him all the way, holding until her eyes watered, then pulling back with a gasp.
Marcus's balls tightened. He warned her once, then came hard. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. Sarah kept sucking, swallowing what she could, letting the rest spill over her lips and down her chin. She milked every drop, tongue working the sensitive head until he was done.
She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, cum still on her face. Marcus pulled his pants up, gave Mike a nod, and left. Sarah turned to her husband, crawled over, and kissed him deep so he could taste it too.
"That was just the start," she said, already planning the next time. "Next time I want it in my pussy too." Mike smiled and pulled her onto his lap, both of them knowing the night had changed everything.
