Amanda stood in the driveway, arms folded against the early morning chill, watching as Steve tightened the last strap on the rooftop cargo rack. Their boys—still half-asleep—climbed into the back of Steve’s SUV, dragging backpacks stuffed with fishing gear and snacks.
“Five days,” Steve grinned, stepping back and wiping his hands on his jeans. “We’re going to eat like kings, freeze our asses off, and probably not shower once.”
Amanda laughed softly. “I feel bad for Matt’s wife already.”
“She knew what she was signing up for,” Steve replied. He stepped forward, hands landing at her waist. “You sure you’ll be okay without us?”
“I’ll manage,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He kissed her, long and sweet. Familiar. Safe.
When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes with something sincere. “Enjoy the quiet, okay? Sleep in. Read your weird books. Recharge.”
She smiled. “I plan to.”
A few more hugs, a couple calls of “Mom! Don’t forget to feed Tucker!” from the boys, and then they were gone—Steve waving as he pulled down the street, the SUV rolling out of sight.
Amanda stood alone on the driveway, arms still wrapped around herself.
And slowly, as the silence returned…
She smiled.
The weekend was hers now.
And she was Darius’.
——-
Amanda lingered by the kitchen window long after Steve’s SUV had vanished down the block. The house was still, almost too still—but she didn’t mind. She loved the quiet. She could feel the weight of it in her bones… and in the space between her thighs.
Still in her robe, she poured herself a second cup of coffee, then walked barefoot into the living room and sank into the corner of the couch, legs curled beneath her. Her phone rested on the cushion beside her, screen dark.
She didn’t need to wait long.
She picked it up and typed:
AMANDA: They’re gone. For five days.
The “delivered” icon flashed. Then nothing.
She took a sip.
Then her screen lit up:
DARIUS: I know. I saw you kiss him goodbye. I’ll be there in 15.
Amanda swallowed hard, the thrill blooming low in her stomach. Of course he’d been watching. Of course he didn’t ask—just claimed her, like always. But despite the added anticipation, Amanda appreciated the sensibility of waiting that long, in case her husband and boys returned after forgetting something. Amanda watched the news, barely paying attention as she caressed herself gently, anxious for her manly neighbor to arrive.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at her door.
She answered it in her robe.
Darius stood on the porch in a charcoal T-shirt and jeans, the sun behind him giving him an almost cinematic glow. His eyes moved over her, slow and hungry.
“Hey,” she said softly, stepping aside.
He walked in without a word, closing the door behind him.
They stood in the foyer for just a breath—then Amanda stepped toward him, and they began to kiss passionately.
A few moments later, Amanda dropped to her knees and reached for his belt.
Darius raised an eyebrow, amused. “Damn. Eager this morning.”
“I’ve been waiting since the second they left,” she murmured, already unzipping him.
He let out a low groan as she freed his cock, already semi-hard and thick in her hand. She leaned in, lips parting, and took him slowly into her mouth.
She moaned softly around him, bobbing her head in a smooth rhythm, tongue swirling. His hands stayed at his sides, watching her.
Still fully clothed.
Still standing.
Amanda loved that about him—the way he didn’t need to do anything. The way her pleasure came from pleasing him.
Darius grunted as her pace quickened. “Fuck, that mouth…”
She sucked him deeper, her hand stroking the base. He rocked slightly against her face, and for a moment, Amanda thought he might let her take him all the way.
But after another minute, he reached down and gently pulled her up by the arm.
“Not here,” he said, voice thick. “Upstairs. On your bed.”
Amanda nodded, flushed and breathless. She led the way, her robe slipping open slightly as she climbed the stairs, letting him see the curve of her hips, the smooth expanse of skin.
By the time they reached the bedroom, she was already undoing the sash at her waist.
Amanda let her robe fall from her shoulders as she reached the edge of the bed, stepping out of it and crawling up the mattress on all fours. The sheets were freshly made—but not for long.
She looked back at Darius as he pulled off his shirt in one smooth motion. His body—broad, cut, dark and glistening—still made her catch her breath. He stepped out of his jeans and briefs, fully hard now, and climbed onto the bed behind her.
But instead of taking her immediately, he lay back against the pillows, cock thick and pulsing against his stomach.
He looked at her, voice low.
“Ride my face.”
Amanda’s breath caught.
“What?”
“You heard me. Bring that sweet white MILF pussy here,” he ordered, brushing his hand over his face.
He reached for her hips and guided her up gently, and she obeyed, knees trembling as she straddled his chest and crawled forward. She hovered uncertainly over his mouth, still shy despite everything they’d done.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, hands gripping her ass as he pulled her the rest of the way down onto his face.
The second his tongue met her, she gasped—loud and uncontrolled.
Darius moaned into her, licking deep and firm. His tongue moved with expert rhythm, tracing every curve, flicking over her clit, then diving back into her with slow, steady pressure.
Amanda rocked gently against his mouth, hands braced on the headboard, her breath ragged. The wet sounds of his tongue working her filled the room.
“Oh God… Darius…”
He didn’t stop. He gripped her tighter, eating her like he hadn’t tasted her in years.
And just when she felt herself starting to lose control, he pulled back slightly.
“Turn around,” he growled. “I want to taste you while you suck me.”
She shifted, dizzy with arousal, and swung her leg around to face his cock. It stood thick and proud beneath her.
She lowered herself again, grinding her pussy onto his mouth while taking him back into her throat.
A perfect 69.
She sucked him slow and deep, her moans vibrating around his shaft as he licked her clit with rapid strokes. His tongue matched her rhythm—when she quickened, so did he. When she slowed, his lips pulled at her gently, lovingly.
Amanda came like that—face full of cock, thighs trembling over his jaw, body shaking with pleasure.
But he didn’t let her rest.
Darius sat up, flipping her onto her back with ease.
“Stay right there,” he said, voice thick with need.
He kissed her deeply, her taste still on his tongue, then lined himself up and pushed inside her—slow, deep, deliberate.
Amanda cried out, hands clutching his shoulders.
He began to move—long strokes that filled her completely.
“I can’t believe how good you feel,” she moaned.
“You say that every time,” he grinned, driving into her harder.
“And every time it’s true.”
She wrapped her legs around him, hips lifting to meet his thrusts. Her eyes fluttered shut as her second orgasm began to build—tight, deep, pulsing between her legs.
“I’m gonna come again,” she gasped.
“Do it.”
She cried out as her walls clenched around him, body arching, legs shaking.
He rolled her onto her side, lifting one of her legs and entering her from an angle that made her gasp again.
“Oh my God, Darius… you’re so deep…”
He thrust slowly, powerfully, and her next climax followed within minutes, more intense than the last.
He shifted her again—this time onto her belly, pulling her hips up and slipping back inside her from behind.
Amanda braced herself against the pillows, breath hot against the sheets, as he fucked her doggystyle—hands gripping her hips, his pace relentless.
She came a fourth time—loud, raw, unstoppable.
“Oh my God…” she whimpered, “I’ve never come this many times…”
“That’s because no one ever took their time,” he said, panting above her.
He slowed, breathing heavy. “I’m close…”
“Don’t pull out,” she begged, glancing back at him. “I want it.”
That was all he needed.
With a growl, he drove into her hard, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm overtook him. She felt the heat of him deep inside, his cock pulsing, flooding her with thick release.
He stayed there, still inside her, both of them panting.
After a moment, he pulled back and watched as his cum began to leak out of her slowly, trailing down her thighs.
“Damn…” he murmured. “Look at that.”
Amanda collapsed onto her side, flushed and spent, the sticky heat of him still coating her.
She looked up at him with a weak smile.
“I missed this.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly.
“We got time for more of that over the next few days.”
Amanda’s heart fluttered at the thought of unbridled sex with her Adonis in the coming days!
——-
Amanda stepped into the quiet house Wednesday evening and dropped her bag onto the entryway bench. She stood for a moment, letting the silence soak into her skin like sunlight.
Then her phone buzzed.
DARIUS: You home?
AMANDA: Just walked in.
DARIUS: Take a nice bath. I’ll have dinner ready in 45.
She smiled—this man never asked. He instructed. And she found herself obeying with pleasure.
In the bath, warm water lapping at her skin, Amanda closed her eyes, letting herself unwind from the long day. She thought of his hands on her, the way his voice made her stomach flip. Her phone buzzed again.
DARIUS: I want to take you somewhere Friday night.
AMANDA: Oh?
DARIUS: Just a little party. Some close friends. You’ll love it. Wear something elegant and sexy. Dress to turn heads.
AMANDA: You trying to show me off?
DARIUS: Absolutely. You’ll belong to me, and everyone will know it. But I want them to see what I’ve got.
Amanda flushed, the heat in her chest mirrored by the hot water around her. He always knew how to press the right buttons.
AMANDA: I can do that.
DARIUS: I’ll give you something to wear under your dress. It’ll arrive tomorrow.
AMANDA: Should I ask more questions?
DARIUS: You could. But it’s more fun if you trust me.
She bit her lip, smiling at the thrill of it.
AMANDA: Sounds dangerous. But okay.
DARIUS: Good girl. But you’re always safe with me. 😉
⸻
The next day, Amanda worked early. Darius didn’t text that morning—she assumed he was busy at the shop. But during her mid-morning break, her screen lit up.
DARIUS: Check your mailbox when you get home. And remember… don’t wear it yet. Only at the party.
That evening, Amanda pulled into the driveway and made a beeline for the mailbox. Mixed in with bills and junk mail was a yellow padded envelope. No postage. Just one word in bold black marker: Amanda.
She hurried inside, tore it open, and gasped.
Black lace panties. A matching bra with satin trim. A garter belt. And sheer black thigh-highs.
Her heart skipped. Folded among them was a small card.
“For the Queen of the Party.
Trust me—this will be a night to remember.”
She stood in her living room, lingerie spilling across her palm, her skin tingling with anticipation. She texted him:
AMANDA: Got it. You’re trouble.
DARIUS: I want the whole world to envy me Friday.
But tonight… I want you for myself.
Come for dinner.
⸻
That evening, after dinner at his place, the dishes forgotten in the sink, he pulled her into the bathroom, peeled off her work clothes, and carried her into the shower.
The water was hot. Their bodies were hotter.
She dropped to her knees on the slick tile, licking and stroking him until he moaned her name. He picked her up and pinned her to the wall, driving into her in long, satisfying thrusts until she cried out, gripping his shoulders for balance.
Afterward, soapy and tangled together in the water, she finally asked, “What kind of party is this?”
He kissed her shoulder. “Just friends. Food. Music. A few drinks.”
“You want me to wear that just for that?” she teased, thinking of the black lace.
Darius grinned. “I want their jaws on the floor when you walk in.”
“So I’m your arm candy.”
“More than that.” He cupped her face and flashed that heart-melting smile.
Amanda closed her eyes and sighed, choosing not to press further. She liked being his secret. And she liked being seen—even if only by his friends.
——-
Friday morning dawned warm and bright, but Amanda barely noticed the weather. She’d been awake since 6:00, eyes wide open in bed, mind racing with thoughts of the night ahead. The house was still empty—Steve and the boys wouldn’t be back until Sunday—and that meant she had the entire day to herself… and to Darius.
She let her hand trail slowly over her belly beneath the sheets, remembering the pressure of his body against hers in the shower the night before, the way he’d groaned into her mouth when she whispered she couldn’t get enough of him. She smiled lazily, reliving it, then shook herself out of her reverie and forced herself out of bed.
Amanda didn’t want to feel rushed later, not tonight. So when she clocked in at the law office just after 8:00 a.m., she had already arranged for her caseload to be light. Her supervisor had been fine approving her request for a half-day, and by noon, she was back home, holding a to-go salad in one hand and already mentally undressing for her pre-party ritual.
The padded envelope with her lingerie still sat on her dresser, unopened since she first examined it. The black lace and satin were pristine—her promise to Darius had kept her from sneaking even a trial fitting. But her body burned with curiosity. She thought about the party often throughout her morning, wondering which friends he was inviting. Mostly, she imagined how he’d show her off… and what they would do when they got home afterward. She assumed he’d take her back to his place, unzip her dress slowly, remove each delicate piece of lingerie one by one, and make her scream into his sheets until she forgot her name.
She couldn’t wait.
After a light lunch and a little cleaning, Amanda set the tone for her evening preparations by lighting a candle in her bathroom—her favorite: vanilla and amber. She started a playlist of sultry, slow R&B and stepped into a long, luxurious bath. She shaved meticulously, moisturized every inch of skin, and trimmed the edges of her landing strip with clinical precision.
Drying off in her towel, she stood in front of the mirror, warming her curling iron. Her mid-length light brown hair bounced softly as she styled it into gentle waves that framed her face and gave her that balance of demure and seductive. Makeup came next—foundation, contour, shimmering bronze on her lids, black liner that flicked at the corners, and a sultry nude gloss on her full lips.
Then came the outfit.
She opened the envelope and ran her fingers reverently over the lace. The panties were more of a suggestion than a garment, and the bra lifted her breasts with just the right tease of spillover. The garter belt snapped snugly around her waist, the stockings clinging like a second skin.
Finally, she opened her closet and took out the dress she had selected—a sleek, backless black number with a plunging neckline and a thigh-high slit up one side. The fabric was soft, almost liquid, hugging her body like it had been tailored for seduction. She stepped into it, zipping it up slowly, and turned to check her reflection in the full-length mirror.
Elegant. Sexy. Just as he’d requested.
Her pulse quickened. She could already picture Darius’s face when she walked out to meet him. The way he’d let his eyes roam without shame. The hunger. The pride.
Amanda grinned, spritzed perfume at the base of her throat, and slipped on her strappy black heels. She felt like a fantasy in motion. Like a secret he was about to unwrap.
Still assuming this was just a party among friends—some drinks, some music, maybe a few admiring glances—Amanda grabbed her clutch and texted:
AMANDA: Ready whenever you are. Hope you’re ready for ME. 😉
——-
When Amanda stepped outside and saw Darius’s Silverado idling at the curb, she had to take a deep breath.
The truck was glossy black, clean and towering, with chrome accents that glinted in the setting sun. Darius was already out, standing beside the open passenger door, leaning casually against the frame like he had all night to wait. He wore a crisp black button-down, fitted just enough to hint at the power beneath, and dark jeans with polished boots. No tie. Just his usual confidence and that low-burning gaze that made Amanda’s thighs press together under her dress.
“Damn,” he murmured as she approached. “You sure you ready to be seen lookin’ like that?”
She smirked. “I thought that was the point.”
“Mm,” he hummed, eyes sliding from her cleavage to the slit that exposed her thigh. “Might end the party before it starts.”
He stepped back, extending a hand to help her up.
The Silverado was tall, and Amanda had to balance one stiletto heel on the chrome step before lifting her other foot into the cab. Her dress rode high along her hip as she hoisted herself up—impossible not to flash a glimpse of her stocking tops and the garter straps pulling tight against her thighs.
Darius definitely noticed.
“Damn,” he said again, voice huskier now as he closed her door. When he climbed in beside her, he added with a grin, “And the night hasn’t even started.”
As they pulled out of the neighborhood, Amanda glanced at him. “So… where exactly are we going?”
He smirked at the road ahead. “About an hour out. Into the hills.”
“Anyone I know?”
“Nah.”
“You’ve been before?”
Darius shrugged, eyes on the highway. “Yeah. Kinda invite-only thing. Real laid-back. Private.”
She tilted her head. “Private, huh?”
“You’ll see,” he said, and placed a firm hand on her thigh. “You look perfect. Just enjoy the night.”
Amanda sat back in the plush leather seat, heart thudding a little faster. Something about the way he said that made her stomach flutter, but she didn’t press. She liked mystery. And she loved the way his hand gripped her leg like he already owned her.
⸻
The moment Darius pulled into the mansion’s private drive, Amanda’s jaw slackened.
The house was enormous—three stories of white stucco and tall, arched windows glowing warmly in the twilight. The expansive front lawn was manicured to perfection, flanked by palm trees lit from beneath, and a stone fountain bubbled in the circular driveway. A valet waved them forward.
“Darius… this is—wow,” Amanda murmured, gripping her clutch.
He grinned, pulling the black Silverado to a smooth stop. “Told you it was a nice spot.”
Amanda adjusted her dress and moved to open her door, but Darius was already around to her side, offering his hand like a gentleman. She stepped down carefully onto the chrome side rail, but the thigh-high slit of her dress betrayed her. Darius caught a teasing flash of her lace-topped stocking.
“Mmm. Might have to drive a little slower next time,” he said under his breath, and Amanda gave him a sly smile in return.
Inside, the party was in full swing. The foyer’s marble floors echoed with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and ambient music drifting from unseen speakers. Amanda’s heels clicked lightly as they stepped into the crowd.
At first glance, it was just an elegant, high-end party. Guests in tailored suits and cocktail dresses mingled with drinks and hors d’oeuvres in hand. Amanda spotted several clusters of conversation, a few couples dancing in the sunken living room to soft funk and neo-soul. Darius introduced her to a few friends and acquaintances, all of whom gave her more than polite glances. Many were openly appreciative—compliments on her dress, her figure, her beautiful hair—and most didn’t even bother hiding their stares.
Amanda flushed, but Darius only beamed with pride.
“I don’t mind,” he whispered, placing a strong hand on the small of her back. “You’re a walking fantasy tonight.”
Amanda wasn’t sure whether to feel embarrassed or turned on.
They mingled, shared a drink, and took a walk through the patio doors to the backyard, where a covered outdoor bar served up craft cocktails under twinkling string lights. The crowd here was thinner, but still vibrant. A DJ played laid-back grooves near a glowing pool, and Amanda found herself relaxing even more.
She also began noticing something… peculiar.
There were quite a few white men and women here—some in couples, others alone—but among the Black attendees, she couldn’t recall seeing a single woman. All of the Black guests were men. Fit. Tall. Commanding. Confident.
It tickled something in her brain, but she brushed the thought aside when Darius brought her another drink and offered his arm.
Just then, a small stir of commotion rolled through the crowd like a ripple on water. Guests turned toward the patio entrance where a tall, stylish Black man entered with a small entourage—diamond studs glinting in each ear, low sunglasses, a sleek bomber jacket, and a chain with a crowned “LUX” pendant that caught the light.
“Whoa…” someone nearby murmured. “Yo, that’s King LUX.”
Amanda turned to the speaker—a tall white man with a southern accent—who noticed her confusion.
“You don’t know him?” he asked, amused. “He’s a big deal in underground hip-hop. Rising fast. Known for lyrics that’d make your grandma blush. He’s got this MILF obsession thing—hell, that’s probably why he’s here.”
Amanda gave a polite laugh. “Interesting.”
“Very,” the man said with a wink. “Play your cards right, you might just be one of his ‘friends’ tonight!”
Amanda gave the man a confused look as he walked away.
“What did he mean by that?” she asked Darius in hushed tones.
“Don’t worry ‘bout that white pervert,” he answered.
Soon, King LUX himself strolled toward them. He clasped Darius’s hand in a firm handshake as they introduced each other. Then Darius presented Amanda to Lux. The young fit lanky man turned to Amanda with a suave smile and took her hand, bowing his head slightly before kissing the back of it.
“Damn. Darius, you brought dessert,” he said smoothly.
Amanda blushed, half laughing as she glanced toward Darius, who chuckled with amused pride.
“Treat her right, bro,” Lux said, looking straight at Darius. “That one’s special.”
As the evening went on, Amanda noticed the crowd gradually thinning—not in the literal sense, but in visibility. People seemed to vanish in twos or threes, slipping away upstairs or down hallways with increasingly hushed giggles and sidelong glances.
Amanda looked around, puzzled. “Where’s everybody going? Party just started.”
Darius smirked and leaned close. “They haven’t left. They’re just… mingling.”
“Mingling?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He gave her a knowing smile. “Wanna see?”
Something in his tone, the gleam in his eye, sent a chill up her spine—part thrill, part apprehension. Her curiosity flared. She nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
He led her back into the house, hand resting warmly at the small of her back. The main floor was quieter now, a few conversations still echoing from the kitchen and lounge. They passed a couple arm-in-arm on the stairs, faces flushed and slightly dazed. Darius led her up, each step making Amanda’s heels click more faintly on the plush carpet runner.
She began to hear faint sounds—muffled moans, rhythmic creaks, an occasional low grunt.
They reached a dimly lit hallway.
Darius turned the knob to the nearest door and pushed it open.
Amanda froze in the doorway.
Inside, a white woman—mid-forties, curvy and plump but attractive—lay spread on her back on a king-sized bed, her dress bunched up around her waist. Her legs were high in the air, quivering slightly as a heavyset Black man, bald and sweating, thrust into her in missionary. Her hands clutched the sheets. A white man—her husband?—stood off to the side, phone in hand, recording everything with a focused expression.
Amanda gasped, then backed a half-step out of the doorway.
“What the hell…?” she whispered.
Darius gently closed the door, then turned to her, voice calm and low.
“It’s an interracial lifestyle party,” he explained. “Most of the couples here are white. Most of the bulls—Black guys—are invited guests.”
Amanda’s eyes were wide. “You knew this was going to happen?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“And… what? You expected me to join in?”
Darius stepped closer, his voice soft. “I expected you to come and enjoy yourself. That’s all. Some women just watch. Some get curious. No one will pressure you. But if the mood strikes…” he paused, brushing a finger lightly down her arm, “you and I can have our own fun here. Just don’t be surprised if others want to watch.”
Amanda was speechless.
“Come on,” he said gently. “Let’s walk a little more.”
They moved down the hall, peeking through open doors. In one room, a redheaded woman rode a tall Black man while her husband knelt at the foot of the bed, watching intently. In another, a white woman was sandwiched between two men—one in her mouth, the other behind her—moaning loudly as she grasped at their bodies. Her wedding ring caught the light.
Amanda felt her chest tightening—but not from fear. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously. Her nipples tingled under the lace of her bra. Each room they passed opened a new door in her mind.
By the time they returned to the main hallway, she was flushed, breath light, and thoughts racing.
Amanda turned to Darius, breath catching in her throat. The weight of everything she’d seen, everything she was feeling, had built to this moment. Her lips parted, eyes locked on his.
“I want you,” she said, her voice husky. “Right now.”
Darius didn’t blink. A slow smile curved his lips as he leaned in close, his breath warm on her cheek. “That’s what I was waiting to hear.”
With a firm but gentle grip on her waist, he guided her down the hall, past the occupied rooms and murmurs of pleasure, to a shadowy lounge tucked beside the stairs. Dim lighting glowed from sconces on the walls, and in the corner stood a wide, leather chaise. The room was quiet—relatively private—but not closed off. Amanda knew full well they could be seen.
Darius turned her to face him. “I want to see everything underneath this sexy dress.”
He reached around and unzipped her. Slowly, sensually, the fabric slid down her body until the black dress pooled at her feet. Her black lace lingerie clung to her curves, stockings tight against her thighs, garters snapped in place. Darius stepped back to admire her—his pride evident.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, tracing his fingers from her shoulder down to her hip.
Amanda knelt in front of him without needing to be asked. She reached up, unbuckling his belt, undoing the top button of his jeans, and then pulling down his zipper. She reached into his boxer briefs and freed his thick length, already hard and waiting for her.
She began slow—long strokes of her tongue along the underside, then kisses around the head. Darius moaned and rested a hand on the back of her head, not guiding her, just feeling her. Her lips closed around him, and she began to suck with affection that built quickly into something deeper—wilder.
They weren’t alone. She could hear quiet gasps and murmurs around them. Her cheeks flushed, but not with shame—with heat. She was putting on a show, and she was magnificent.
Darius grunted, then gently pulled her up by the arms. “Let me return the favor.”
Amanda stood, shaky from arousal, and he turned her to face the chaise lounge. He eased her back onto it, lifted one leg up onto the cushion, and knelt between her thighs. With practiced ease, he pulled the crotch of her lace panties aside and buried his mouth into her.
Amanda gasped loudly, hips arching up. Darius licked her slowly, then faster, tongue circling her clit, sliding lower to taste every inch. She clutched the chaise cushion with white knuckles, moaning louder than she realized. The sound only drew more attention, more bodies gathering nearby to watch this gorgeous white woman unravel under Darius’s mouth.
Her orgasm hit fast—shaking, grinding against him, back arching as she cried out. “Oh my God, Darius—yes, yes!”
Darius rose, licking his lips. “You ready to show them who owns you?”
She could only nod.
He unhooked her panties from the garters, sliding them down and letting them fall to the floor, though her bra and stockings stayed on. Then he pulled her hips to the edge of the chaise and entered her slowly—his thick cock filling her until she moaned out again, already sensitive.
He began in missionary, holding her ankles high, driving into her with power and precision. Amanda gasped with each thrust, lost in sensation. She peeked up and saw at least six people now, standing nearby—some sitting, some stroking themselves, others just watching, silent with awe.
“Let them see how good I fuck you,” Darius growled, voice low in her ear.
She nodded frantically. “Yes—God—it’s so good…”
The second orgasm hit even harder. Her eyes squeezed shut, thighs trembling as she cried out again, louder this time.
Darius didn’t stop. He kissed her deeply, then stood, flipped her over, and pulled her hips up onto the cushion. Her ass was in the air, and her stockings hugged her legs just right. He slid back inside and took her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other gripping her shoulder.
“Tell them who’s making you cum.”
“You are!” Amanda cried, breathless. “God, you make me cum!”
He drove into her, harder now, and she came again—her moans desperate, broken, raw.
Finally, Darius groaned and pulled out, stroking himself quickly before spilling onto her lower back and ass with a deep, guttural grunt. Warmth spread over her skin, and the small crowd murmured with approval.
He reached for a towel nearby, gently wiped her off, then leaned in to kiss her shoulder.
Amanda turned to look over it—flushed, hair tousled, heart racing. She saw the familiar face of one of the men from earlier: the older, heavyset Black man who’d been in the first room.
He stepped forward with a polite but eager smile.
“May I?” he asked.
Amanda hesitated—instinct told her to demur. But she looked at Darius, who met her gaze with warmth and pride.
“It’s okay,” he said gently. “If you want to.”
Amanda exhaled slowly… then nodded.
The man—who now introduced himself simply as Reggie—took Amanda’s hand, his warmth surprisingly gentle for such a large man. He led her away from the lounge, the murmurs of the spectators fading behind them as they stepped out into the upstairs common area.
This part of the mansion had thick, plush carpeting and a soft golden glow from antique wall sconces. Just outside a cluster of bedrooms, near the top of the curved staircase, sat a deep-cushioned sectional couch in a semi-circle. A few guests were lounging on it—drinks in hand, half-clothed, some fully nude, all watching with open curiosity.
Amanda paused beside the sofa, her heart pounding again—but not with nerves this time. Excitement coursed through her veins.
“You are absolutely gorgeous,” Reggie said. “I don’t know what your man did to deserve you, but I’m damn glad he’s willing to share.”
Amanda blushed and smiled shyly, biting her bottom lip. She looked at Darius, standing a few feet behind Reggie with his arms folded, a satisfied glint in his eye. He nodded once, slowly, in silent encouragement.
Reggie reached into a small pocket in his jeans and pulled out a square foil wrapper. “We all come prepared,” he said with a wink, tearing it open.
Amanda lowered herself onto the couch, lying back and spreading her legs, the lingerie and garters still on. Reggie slipped the condom over his thick shaft—a heavy, dark piece of flesh that looked almost intimidating in proportion. He climbed on top of her with surprising grace, kissing her neck softly before easing inside.
She gasped.
He was slow and deliberate, letting her adjust to his girth before setting a rhythm. The room grew quiet around them except for the soft slap of skin and Amanda’s building moans. She wrapped her legs around his thick torso, clawed softly at his back, and moved her hips to meet his.
It felt good. Reggie wasn’t as skilled as Darius—but he was attentive. And he adored her. His eyes devoured every inch of her body as if committing her to memory. That attention turned her on more than she expected.
When her orgasm hit, it surprised her. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body tensed, and she clung to him, moaning loudly as she shuddered beneath his weight.
He climaxed moments later with a long groan, pressing his face to her neck as his body jerked. When he pulled out, the condom sagged with his release, and he stood slowly, catching his breath.
The spectators gave quiet applause.
Amanda was flushed, breathless—and wet all over again. She sat up to readjust her bra, but before she could, another man approached. Then another.
And Darius—always watching, always calm—smiled and gestured to a nearby cushioned chaise.
“She’s just getting started,” he said.
Amanda laughed breathlessly. “I can’t believe this is happening…”
“Believe it,” Darius whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear.
A few minutes after Reggie finished, two more men approached: Andre—a tall, lean athlete with quiet charisma and warm brown eyes—and Marcus, a sculpted older man with salt-and-pepper stubble and a calm confidence that made him seem both powerful and considerate.
Darius gave Amanda a nod and a soft smile. “Want to try something new?”
Amanda pressed her fingers to her lips, her pulse quick. “Okay.”
She slowly lay back on the chaise, making space as Andre and Marcus positioned themselves on either side of her.
Andre began by kissing her thigh, tracing his tongue from stocking tops to knees, while Marcus pressed gentle but firm kisses from her hip upward, his hand slipping beneath her lingerie to rub soft circles on her inner thigh.
Her breath caught—their combined presence overwhelming in the best way.
She noticed each man rolling a fresh condom onto their hard cocks.
With Andre’s encouragement, Amanda stood as he sat naked on the sofa. He directed her to mount his sheathed manmeat. Andre lined his cock at her entrance, while Marcus pushed toward the other orifice down there. Smiles exchanged between the men, and they entered her together—one on each side—in a slow, synchronized rhythm.
Amanda moaned at the fullness, the sensation of two thick shafts inside her at the same time!
It was a new experience for Amanda. She had never admitted to Darius that she had never done anal, and hadn’t had the courage to bring it up to him yet. Now, she understood what all the fuss was about—this felt good; especially with another cock in her pussy!
Andre took the lead with long, deep thrusts while Marcus matched each movement from behind. Their hands found hers, guiding her to grind down between them.
The room filled with soft gasps and the sound of stretched silk and skin. Eyes widened in the watching crowd—whispers of appreciation drifting through the gold-lit carpeted alcove. But Amanda, chest rising and falling, was lost in the pleasure of being taken by two men she trusted with her glow.
She came quickly—teeth digging into her lower lip, eyelids fluttering—her first of this trio. Andre and Marcus slowed, pulling out just enough for breath, then dove back in until she trembled again. Soft, “Yes…” and “Oh God…” echoed in her voice.
As their rhythm peaked, they both stuttered, releasing inside their condoms. Andre and Marcus collapsed beside her, breathing heavy, satisfied. Amanda lay between them, heart pounding.
Darius stepped forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
Amanda rested for a moment, drinking in the warmth of their nearness. Her lingerie was damp, skin hot. Andre and Marcus smiled gently, giving her space to savor the aftermath.
Then she sat up as they rose. Andre kissed her softly. “You are so incredible.”
Marcus added, “Thank you for sharing this moment.”
Amanda flushed. “Thank you—for that.”
After the men left, the crowd shifted again. One figure caught Amanda’s eye—a beautiful white woman named Elise. She stood just beyond the lounge, noticing Amanda, wearing a silky burgundy slip and observing with a soft but seductive smile.
Darius stepped forward and spoke to Elise, then turned back to Amanda. “She thinks you’re breathtaking.”
Elise approached slowly. Her blond hair tumbled around her shoulders. Her lips were full, eyes shining. She knelt beside Amanda and placed a gentle hand on her cheek.
“You are simply beautiful,” she whispered.
Amanda felt her heart hammer.
Elise leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss to Amanda’s lips. It was light, curious, then deeper—Elise’s tongue brushing Amanda’s as she gently explored.
Amanda’s world tilted. She’d never done this before.
Elise shifted, lowering to her knees. Her tongue found Amanda’s wetness—first slow, exploring, then deeper with confidence and expert rhythm.
Amanda gasped, fingers tangling in Elise’s hair. The sensation was electric—a soft revolution.
Elise nestled her face between Amanda’s thighs, flicking a nimble tongue over her clit, her hand sliding between her legs to hook fingers inside.
Amanda moaned, arching her back. “Oh… God…”
She came quickly—sudden, shimmering, more tender than the others that night, but no less powerful. She trembled as Elise continued, riding her waves until Amanda collapsed back, breathless.
Elise rose and crawled atop her, straddling her body. Their lips met again—slow, knowing, passionate. Groaning softly, Elise ground her hips against Amanda’s, sending sparks through her nerves.
They rocked together until Elise gasped the sign of her climax—soft, breathy, and shared with Amanda’s name on her lips.
Amanda lay back, heart racing, wondering how something so unexpectedly sweet and soft could be so scorching.
Amanda was still catching her breath, the memory of Elise’s touch lingering on her skin, when she heard murmurs ripple through the crowd behind her.
“Yo,” someone said with hushed excitement. “LUX is comin’ over!”
She turned as the tall, striking man she had met earlier that evening made his way into the softly lit alcove. He was unmistakable—flawless brown skin, a diamond-studded ear, designer frames pushed up onto his forehead, and a magnetic presence that seemed to warp the air around him. The low bass of his voice carried easily as he laughed and dapped up Darius with a strong handshake.
LUX smiled. “We meet again, pretty lady,” he smiled as he kissed her hand.
He kissed her hand slowly, lingering just long enough to send a flutter straight to her stomach.
“I heard you were the highlight of the night,” he said smoothly. “They were right.”
Amanda blushed. “I think everyone’s just being kind.”
“You’re being modest.” LUX’s gaze swept her body. “I’ve seen kind. You’re something else.”
They chatted for a moment, Amanda surprised by how easy it was to talk to him. He was confident without being arrogant, flirty without pressure. After a few minutes of warm teasing and stolen touches, he leaned close.
“You down to give me a little one-on-one time, you gorgeous piece of jewelry?”
She bit her lip and looked at Darius, who gave a quiet nod of approval.
“S-sure,” she stammered, feeling more than a little flattered, and… was it possible to be “starstruck” when you meet a celebrity you’ve never heard of?
Lux led her to a corner lounge space on the second floor—plush velvet cushions, dim lights, and a perfect blend of privacy and visibility. Without a word, he eased back onto one of the loungers.
Lux leaned back, spreading his legs slightly on the velvet lounger. “Come here, baby. Turn around and sit that pretty white ass right on my face.”
Amanda’s heart thudded at his boldness—and the way he said “white ass” made her shiver. She climbed up carefully, straddling his face, her lace pulled aside as he buried himself between her thighs.
“Mmm…” he growled between licks. “Been dreamin’ about this since I met you in the yard… little suburban queen, sittin’ on the face of a king.”
Her breath hitched. A soft gasp turned into a moan as he worked his tongue in slow, steady circles, then quick flicks on her anus that made her legs tremble.
“I knew you were nasty the moment I saw you,” he murmured, barely audible through her thighs. “Your man lets you out like this? No wonder you need real dick.”
She moaned louder now—not just from the words, but the way they lit a fire under her. His rhythm never faltered, his mouth devouring her, lifting her higher and higher until—
“Oh my God!” she cried out, clutching the couch as she climaxed hard, her body rocking uncontrollably against his face.
When she finally slid off him, breathless, he licked his lips and looked up at her with a crooked grin. “Taste of a real woman right there. Ain’t nothin’ like a white MILF who knows how to cum when a brother eats her out.”
He leaned forward and kissed her hard. Then:
“Now get on your knees, baby. Show me what that mouth was made for.”
Amanda obeyed, trembling with arousal. As she knelt and reached into his pants, he added with a sly smirk, “Make it messy, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. I want my cock shining with your spit.”
She pulled him out—thick and heavy—and took him into her mouth with eagerness. Her saliva coated him quickly, just as he asked. It dripped over her lips, her chin, even onto her breasts as she bobbed and sucked like a woman possessed.
“Damn,” he muttered, watching her. “You suck cock like you’re starved for it. That husband of yours really lettin’ this go to waste?”
Her cheeks burned at his words—but it turned her on more. She gave an extra-deep stroke in response.
When he finally pulled her up for air, he spun her around, bent her over the edge of the couch, and slid into her slowly.
“Now you’re where you belong,” he whispered, thrusting deeper. “Bent over for a Black king… takin’ every inch.”
Amanda moaned, gripping the cushions, her legs trembling again. Every time he spoke—every filthy, intoxicating word—it made her wetter.
“You ever had fuckin’ like this?” he asked, pounding her harder now.
“N-no,” she whimpered.
“You are now.”
They changed positions—her straddling him again, then on her back, then on her side with one leg lifted high—each one more intense than the last. He knew how to pull moans from her body like strings on an instrument.
By the time he finished inside the condom with a deep groan, Amanda had climaxed three more times, her body limp and glowing with pleasure.
He kissed her cheek and murmured, “Tamed that mommy, huh? Yeah… you an inspiration.”
Amanda laughed softly, still breathless. “That’s a new one.”
⸻
Later, as Amanda slid back into her heels, she looked around. A few men tried to approach, but Darius gently stepped in.
“She’s done for tonight,” he said sharply.
Amanda smiled at her “bodyguard” and returned to the corner where her black dress was still crumpled. She stepped into it, pulled it up, and grabbed her matching panties from the floor, hurrying to a guest bathroom.
When she emerged, refreshed and fully dressed, Darius was waiting. He placed a hand at the small of her back and kissed her cheek.
“Let’s go.”
They said their goodbyes to a few of the party’s hosts. Amanda caught King LUX’s eye one last time—he gave her a wink. She smiled, flattered.
——-
The long drive home was quiet at first. Amanda leaned against the window, the cool glass calming her flushed skin.
Eventually, Darius asked, “So… what did you think?”
Amanda turned to him, a soft smile on her lips. “I think… I had no idea what I was walking into.”
She paused, then added: “And I’ve never felt more desired, more… hungry.”
He reached across the console and took her hand. “You were incredible.”
As they merged onto the freeway, Amanda shifted in her seat, her dress now rumpled from the night’s many activities. The quiet between them wasn’t awkward—it was saturated with shared memory. She exhaled deeply and smiled to herself.
“That was…” she began, her voice still breathy from exhaustion and satisfaction, “unreal.”
Darius nodded, eyes fixed on the road. “You were the star of the show, baby.”
“I loved all of it! Well…” she reconsidered, “that whole anal thing? With the two brothers? The sex with them was definitely hot, but I’ve got to say… anal? Not really wanting that. It was a little… much, and I was worried about something embarrassing happening.”
Darius chuckled. “I get it. It’s not for everyone. But now you can say with experience that you don’t like it. Noted.”
She chuckled softly, still processing it all. “King LUX, though…” she murmured, almost to herself. “He was… something else.”
Darius grinned. “Yeah, that man knows how to put it down. He’s a bit of a legend in certain circles.”
“I’d never even heard of him until tonight,” Amanda admitted. “Is he really a rapper?”
“Mm-hmm,” Darius said, tapping his steering wheel. “Independent artist. Has a following—mostly underground, niche. MILF and cuckold themes, mostly. His lyrics aren’t for the radio, but for the right crowd…” He glanced at her with a smirk. “Let’s just say, they hit.”
She laughed lightly, a flush coloring her cheeks. “Well, he hit something in me, alright…”
Darius gave a throaty chuckle and tapped a few times on the screen in his dashboard. “Check this out.”
Soon, the sultry beat of “Latex & Lace” filled the cab. The title track grooved low and slow, lyrics full of innuendo and explicit praise for mature women who “still got it.” Amanda bit her lip.
The second track came on—“Let Ya Man Watch.”
The lyrics were bold and raw, almost too on-the-nose after the night she’d just had:
“Got her wedding band on, but her knees wide apart,
Let your man stand back, while I play her heart.
She moans my name, he whispers ‘please,’
But I’m the only one bringin’ her to her knees…”
Amanda blinked, blushing fiercely. “Oh my God…”
“You like it?” Darius teased.
“I mean—it’s so…dirty,” she said, squirming slightly. “But…it’s good.”
Another song played, called “Sweet Spot”:
“She got that pink sugar, thighs like honey
Slow ride drip, make a broke man money
Touchdown lips, call it red zone run
She whisper my name when the night get fun
I know the pulse where the heat gon’ rise
Tongue tip travel like a map ’tween thighs
Satin in the sheets, velvet in her moan
She ride like a queen when the king at home
I find that sweet spot, baby, don’t stop
Lick that sugar ’til the last drop
Soft like a secret, wet like a plot
She give me gold every time that I knock
Sweet spot, sweet spot, love where it pop
Crown on her pearl and I worship the top
Drip don’t lie, and the vibe too hot
Can’t get enough of that sweet, sweet spot!”
She shifted again in her seat, thighs tightening involuntarily. There it was again—that telltale tingle. Her body was already recalling the attention.
“Damn,” Darius mused. “Homeboy even got me sprung,” he chuckled. Amanda giggled too.
She made a mental note to find him on Spotify and Instagram.
“You should follow him on socials,” Darius said, as if reading her mind. “He might follow you back.”
She laughed, flattered. “That could be unlikely… and dangerous.”
“And exciting,” he said, eyes flashing.
——-
Their neighborhood lights began to approach on the horizon.
She squeezed his fingers. “Thank you. For all of it.”
They pulled up in front of her house close to 2:00 a.m. The neighborhood was silent. Darius helped her out of the truck, holding her hand as she stepped down onto the quiet pavement.
At her door, she turned and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“I think I need a night alone,” she whispered.
He nodded. “Call me in the morning?”
She nodded back. “I will.”
Amanda stepped inside, closed the door quietly behind her, and leaned against it. For a long moment, she simply breathed.
——-
Amanda lit a candle in the bathroom. She peeled her dress off slowly, the lace of her lingerie catching slightly on her hips. She stepped out of it, walked to the mirror, and stared at her reflection.
She didn’t recognize the woman staring back. This one looked confident… untamed… free.
Sliding into the hot bath, she let herself sink deep. The bubbles kissed her skin. Her eyes closed.
The images returned—Darius holding her, Elise’s mouth on her, King LUX between her legs.
She bit her lip. There would be consequences, maybe. Complications.
But in this moment, she didn’t regret a thing.
Amanda lay still in the bath, her body half-submerged beneath lavender-scented bubbles, her thighs aching pleasantly from the night before. Her skin, flushed and tender, still tingled from the dozens of hands and mouths that had worshipped her, touched her, taken her. The warm water wasn’t just soothing—it was necessary. It helped her feel grounded again.
She let out a slow breath and closed her eyes. The memories replayed in fragments: Darius spreading her open on that ottoman, the circle of eyes watching her as she moaned for him… the look on King LUX’s face as he coaxed orgasms from her like it was his art form… the tenderness of the woman who kissed her gently and told her she was beautiful. Amanda had lived an entire second life in one night.
But as the memories bloomed, so did a hollow ache in her chest. Steve.
She loved him.
God, she did. She loved the way he made pancakes for the kids on Saturdays, the way his arms still wrapped around her when they watched shows together. He was steady. Kind. Faithful.
She bit her lip, her eyes suddenly moist. She’d compartmentalized everything so cleanly for the past month—the stolen kisses, the midday hookups with Darius—but last night wasn’t a secret affair. It was a full unveiling. People had seen her—really seen her. Strangers. Spectators. King LUX. Even Darius’s buddies. She didn’t know how to fit that Amanda—the writhing, panting goddess on her knees—into the same frame as the Amanda who packed lunches and folded laundry.
And yet… the thrill was undeniable. So was the power. The pleasure. The freedom.
Her phone buzzed on the bath mat. She reached for it and smiled softly at the name on the screen.
DARIUS: Good morning, beautiful.
I’ll give you all the space you need today.
Just know I’m thinking about you. Always.
She held the phone to her chest and closed her eyes again. That was one thing she loved about him: no pressure. He knew last night had been overwhelming, and he respected her enough to let her process it on her own. A small, selfish part of her didn’t want space. But she appreciated it all the same.
She spent Saturday alone. She ordered greasy comfort food, curled up on the couch in pajamas, and binged romantic comedies. She laughed at the meet-cutes and teared up at the declarations of love. She imagined Steve sitting beside her, and Darius walking in behind her. Her heart beat for both, in different languages.
By Sunday afternoon, she had showered, shaved, and done her makeup—not out of guilt, but out of love. She wanted to be fresh and presentable when her family returned. When Steve pulled into the driveway and the kids spilled out of the SUV, Amanda greeted them warmly, hugging them tight, smiling wide.
Steve looked tired but happy. “We caught a bunch of trout. I’ll grill some this week.”
She laughed and kissed him. “Can’t wait.”
Everything was the same. And yet not.
That night, lying beside him as he snored softly, Amanda stared at the ceiling. She was living in two worlds now, and she had no idea how long that balancing act could last. But she knew the truth: someday, this would all come to light. Whether she confessed, or Steve found out.
And when that happened, would he leave?
Or would he… understand?
She didn’t know. But she hoped. And prayed.
——-
Epilogue: The Song
Two months later, Amanda was folding laundry on a typical Saturday when she heard her phone buzz. It was Darius,
DARIUS: Check this out. Is it about you??
He had attached a link to something. She touched the link on her screen, prompting the opening of her Spotify app. Then her jaw dropped when she saw the title of the track:
King LUX – “Tame That Mommy”.
Her heart skipped. Those were almost exactly to words he said to her after that amazing fuck!
Hands trembling, she put in her earbuds, and hit play.
The beat was slow, heavy, seductive.
Then came his voice—low, smoky, unmistakably him.
She wore lace like a queen,
Black heels, black dress,
Eyes wild at the scene
You only dream ‘til you cream.
She rode me like a Harley,
Moanin’ loud, breathin’ hard,
Gave herself to the party,
Then let me take her heart.
Amanda’s eyes widened. Her lips parted.
Suburb sweet with a savage soul,
Bent her over, made her whole.
Mommy milked me with grace,
Left her husband and sat on my face.
Then, the raunchy chorus:
Tame that mommy, break that pride,
Sweet lil’ secret she can’t hide.
She say she loyal, she say she good,
But she came for the pipe and strayed in the hood.
Tame that mommy, lace her slow,
Show her things she’s scared to know.
Bent like prayer, eyes to the sky—
That pretty white MILF just learned how to lie.
Amanda shut her eyes, stunned.
This was definitely about her. Every lyric. Every note. The room spun.
Somewhere, King LUX had taken a memory of her, poured it into a song, and set it loose into the world.
And yet, she felt proud. Desired. Immortalized.
Fearing someone in her family might walk in and see the screen, she quickly took her phone to the small toilet room, closed and locked the door, and rubbed and fingered herself at the erotic memory. She bit her lip and stifled her moans as she climaxed. She knew she was a naughty MILF with a secret life.
And it felt good!
-TO BE CONTINUED-
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