I pulled into Jason’s apartment complex just after nine on Friday night, the summer air still thick and humid even after sunset. My pussy was already tingling with anticipation; Jason had been texting me all day about how bad he needed to fuck, and I’d spent the afternoon edging myself in the shower just thinking about his thick black cock stretching me open. I wore a tiny white crop top that barely contained my heavy boo...

I’ve always believed in keeping things exciting, and with Tom, my husband, that’s never been hard. Our open marriage thrives on trust, communication, and a shared appetite for pleasure. When I met Tiffany, my new friend with her sharp wit and stunning curves, I knew she’d fit right into our world. She was freshly divorced, carrying that mix of freedom and hunger in her eyes, and after a few glasses of wine one night, I le...

I’d been thinking about Anthony all week, ever since Tom and I met him at that charity gala. His broad shoulders, that confident grin, the way his dark eyes seemed to see right through me—it stirred something wild in me. Tom and I had been talking about opening our marriage for a while, but when I admitted my fantasy of being with a black man, his eyes lit up. He was into it, no condoms, no barriers, just raw and real. So...