I’d been married eight years when the urge finally got too loud to ignore. My husband knew something was up from the way I lingered on certain videos, the way my fingers would drift between my legs while I watched dark skin against pale. One night after too much wine I just said it out loud: I wanted to fuck a black woman. He didn’t get jealous. He got hard.
We talked about it for weeks, set rules, and then I posted the ad.
Tasha answered first. Thirty-two, thick in all the right places, smooth dark skin and a voice that made my stomach flip on the phone. We met at a hotel bar, both of us nervous but wet. She wore a low-cut dress that showed the swell of heavy breasts and the curve of wide hips. I couldn’t stop staring at her lips, full and painted deep red.
We barely finished our drinks before she took my hand and led me upstairs. The door clicked shut and she pushed me against it, kissing me hard, tongue sliding deep while her hands cupped my ass and pulled me tight against her. I could feel the heat of her through our clothes. My panties were already soaked.
She stripped me slow, kissing every inch she uncovered, then pushed me onto the bed and spread my legs. “Look at that pretty pink pussy,” she murmured, voice low and rough. Her fingers slid through my folds, spreading my wetness before she leaned in and licked me from ass to clit in one long stroke. I moaned loud, hips jerking. She sucked my clit between those full lips and slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right while her tongue worked fast and firm.
I came hard, thighs shaking around her head, but she didn’t stop. She kept licking, slower now, tasting every pulse, then climbed up and straddled my face. Her pussy was smooth, dark lips glistening, the scent of her arousal thick and sweet. I grabbed her ass and pulled her down, tongue pushing inside her, licking and sucking the way she’d done to me. She rode my face, grinding, moaning deep in her throat while I licked her clit in tight circles.
When she came she flooded my mouth, thighs clamping tight. We switched, her fingers back inside me while she sucked my nipples, biting just hard enough to make me gasp. She flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and pressed her pussy against my ass, grinding, sliding her wet folds over mine until we were both slick and panting. We scissored hard, clits rubbing together, her fingers digging into my thighs as we fucked each other to another orgasm, bodies slapping wetly.
Afterward we lay tangled, sweat cooling on dark and light skin. She kissed me soft and slow, tasting both of us on my tongue. I knew I’d want more. My husband would love hearing every filthy detail when I got home, and maybe next time he could watch. But right then it was just me and Tasha, and the night was still young.
