Amanda was standing at the kitchen counter on a lazy Saturday, still in her robe, pouring coffee into a ceramic mug when her phone buzzed on the granite beside her.

DARIUS:

I think you’re gonna like this. Thought of you the whole time I read it.

[link: VibeCheck magazine interview with King LUX]

Her brow lifted as she clicked the link. King LUX: MILFs, Mic Drops, And No Apologies. The headline sat above a moody black-and-white photo of the rapper, shirtless, arms crossed, a devilish smirk under his gold grill. She skimmed, scrolling faster the moment she saw the words: white women, married, MILF addiction, inspiration for “Tame That Mommy.”

Her stomach fluttered. The party. The attention. The way LUX had looked at her like he’d waited his whole life for that night. And then he wrote a song about her.

The article didn’t name names—but the way he described his “favorite MILF at that party in the Hills” left no doubt.

Amanda’s thighs pressed together. She shut off her phone and gripped the counter for a moment. The kitchen felt warm. Her body warmer.

She had work soon. But as she padded back into her bedroom to change, her fingers strayed down her stomach. Just a touch. Just a reminder. She looked at herself in the mirror, remembering how LUX had said she “tasted like sin.”

⸻

The arousal didn’t fade.

It followed her into the shower. Into her closet. Into the backseat of her SUV as she pulled on a pair of heels, still damp from rushing. She squeezed her thighs together again and exhaled sharply. God, get it together.

But she couldn’t.

By her second break at the law office, Amanda had ducked into the women’s restroom—again—heart racing, panties already damp, shutting herself in the last stall. She opened the VibeCheck interview a second time, then tapped open her Hidden camera roll album. That video of her riding Darius. The way her body bounced on him. Her own moans.

Two fingers slid under the waistband of her panties before she could think twice.

Later, she sat at her desk, dazed. On the outside, she was poised as ever. But her body buzzed with something that wouldn’t stop.

By Thursday, she kept a round-handled hairbrush with perfect finger grip bumps in her purse. Just in case. The kind with the thick, smooth black stem. Perfect. It brought her relief during moments alone, when the fire was smoldering in her heart and between her legs.

On another morning, she even used the long rounded handle of her back-scrubber as a sex toy while showering (that was pretty intense—how far up would it go?)! She told herself these masturbatory acts were ridiculous. Immature. But that didn’t seem to stop her.

Do I have a problem?

The thought flickered. Then dissolved. As quickly as it came.

It was late afternoon when Amanda’s phone buzzed again—this time with a text that made her breath hitch.

DARIUS:

Slow day. Closed up early. Sent the guys home. Got the garage to myself. Thought about you all day. Come over.

She read it twice, her heart thudding. Then a second message appeared:

DARIUS:

If you’re free. Just picturing you bent over the hood of a red muscle car that’s in the shop right now. Could use a little… lift.

Amanda smirked, biting her lip.

She glanced at the time. Her law office still had another hour before closing, but no one would notice her slipping out a little early—especially not on a sleepy Thursday. Besides, the only thing she’d been productive with all day was mentally undressing Darius.

AMANDA:

Give me 30. I’ll come straight from work.

She grabbed her purse, smoothed her skirt, and told herself it was just a quick visit. Just to scratch the itch.

⸻

The garage was quiet when she arrived—bay doors down, sun pouring through the high windows, the scent of grease, rubber, and faint cologne lingering in the air. Posters and a calendar of beautiful women in various stages of dress hung on the walls.

Darius stood near a cherry-red Charger on a lift, rag in hand, fitted T-shirt clinging to his biceps.

“Excuse me,” Amanda said, as if she were a customer. “Is this where I can get lube service?”

Darius smiled at the innuendo and turned toward her.

“Damn,” he said, eyeing her pencil skirt and blouse. “You came dressed to ruin me.”

“It’s only fair, since you’ve thoroughly ruined me,” she flirted, stepping closer to him and meeting his lips as only lovers do.

Then without another word, Amanda sank to her knees on the concrete, tugging his belt open with eager fingers, the hum of the empty shop echoing around them.

“I’ve been needing this cock,” she said hungrily as she pulled his thick, heavy tool from under his boxers.

Amanda’s lips worked him with slow precision, her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft as her head bobbed rhythmically. The quiet of the garage amplified every wet slurp, every subtle grunt from Darius. His fingers threaded through her hair, tightening gradually as his arousal built.

“Fuck… Amanda…” he breathed, his voice lower, raspier than usual.

She looked up at him with wide, submissive eyes, cheeks flushed, mouth stretched, glistening with saliva that was beginning to drip from the corner of her lips.

That did it.

In one swift motion, Darius pulled her to her feet. “Take that off,” he growled—but didn’t wait. His fingers moved fast, tugging open the front of her blouse with deft precision. He pressed his lips hard against hers, clutching a breast still covered by her bra. Then he spun her around, her skirt was pushed up, panties peeled to her ankles.

He left the heels on.

Darius took a moment to gaze at her beautiful, round, bare ass—that ass that still looked amazing when clothed; that ass that stole men’s gazes when she walked by—and it was his for the taking, right here in his shop!

Gripping her waist, he bent her over the glossy red hood. He smirked thinking about the middle-aged owner of the car, and how he might get a thrill at how his vehicle was about to be used.

Amanda gasped as the cool surface met her skin—but only for a moment, as Darius hiked one of her legs onto the sloped curve of the hood.

His jeans were already around his thighs when he pressed himself against her wet, needy center and thrust inside with a sharp, claiming grunt.

“Darius—oh god—!” she cried, bracing herself on the car’s hood.

His pace was relentless. Each thrust sent her forward, heels skidding on the smooth floor, palms sliding on the waxed finish. His hands gripped her hips like handlebars, pulling her back against him with every powerful pump.

She cried out again, the sound echoing off steel beams and walls, her body convulsing with a violent, unexpected climax.

“Oh fu—fuck, Darius,” Her leg trembled on the hood, her eyes clenching shut as the pleasure overtook her.

He growled behind her, pounding harder, grunting with every slap of flesh against flesh. Then his rhythm faltered.

“Imma fuckin’ wreck this married white pussy!” he snarled. “You hear me?”

Amanda could only moan in response.

With a guttural groan, Darius came—deep, hard, long. His hips pressed flush to her ass, staying inside her, filling her completely.

Amanda moaned as she felt it: warm, generous, overflowing.

Then, to her shock, he pumped again—roughly, possessively—sending fresh rivulets of his climax spilling out of her and pooling onto the glossy red paint, dripping in white ropes onto the garage floor beneath her heels.

“Shit,” she whispered.

He collapsed forward slightly, breath hot against her back. “Damn, baby…”

For a long moment, neither moved.

Then Darius’s hands softened, stroking her hips, her thighs, soothing her back as he pulled out gently, admiring the mess he had made.

He helped her redress—tender now, even reverent—as if reminding her that the roughness was heat, not harm. He cupped her face in his hands, kissed her deeply, and smiled as her knees wobbled just slightly when she stepped back into her heels.

“Wow! That was… intense!” Amanda commented, indicating Darius’ more rough, aggressive behavior.

“It was so fucking hot,” he answered. “I really needed that, baby!”

“I didn’t realize it, but I guess I did too,” she breathed. “I… I’ve been thinking about you—about us. Like… a lot.”

“Amanda, you are an absolutely amazing and one-of-a-kind woman, and I so love that,” Darius responded patiently. “Please don’t fall in love with me. What you have at home is perfect. Leaving your family for an idiot like me would be disastrous for you,” he said with wisdom. “Let’s just love the fucking, and leave the rest to your family.”

“I know,” she said thoughtfully. “You’re right, even though you’re no idiot. I won’t leave my family.”

“Drive safe, beautiful,” he said as he walked her out.

Amanda floated to her car, still tingling inside. As she pulled away, headlights catching the glint of drying fluids on the shop floor, her chest swelled with something dangerous and delicious.

She didn’t just feel good.

She felt teeming with life.

——-

The next morning, Amanda awoke with soreness between her thighs and a warmth lingering between her legs. She replayed Darius’s words in her head. “Let’s just love the fucking, and leave the rest to your family.” Logical. Sensible. But she couldn’t shake how deeply the sex had affected her. Her dreams were filled with flashes of Darius—his voice, his rough hands, the sight of her cum-streaked reflection in the hood of that Charger that belonged to someone else…

At work, she found herself completely distracted, crossing and uncrossing her legs in her office chair. When she used the restroom mid-morning, she caught her flushed cheeks in the mirror and wondered: Is this what addiction feels like?

Just before noon, her phone buzzed.

DARIUS: 

You still got the house to yourself tonight?

They had made tentative plans to get together if Steve’s plans to go to a buddy’s to watch the big fight worked out.

AMANDA: 

Yup. Steve dropped the boys off at his parents’ this afternoon for a sleepover, and he’s out watching the fight at Josh’s place.

DARIUS:

Perfect.

AMANDA: 

I know! When am I going to feel you inside me tonight?? [Devil grin emoji]

DARIUS: 

Soon. And I might not be alone.

Amanda hesitated, heart fluttering.

AMANDA: 

Not alone?? Should I be nervous?

DARIUS: 

Only in the best way. You remember my boy Rock I told you about? From my Army days? He just rolled into town. I thought you’d ENJOY meeting him, haha!

Amanda stared at the message for a moment. She remembered the name. Darius had mentioned him once or twice—always in reverent, amused tones.

Another buzz.

DARIUS: 

I wanna introduce you. Thought we could hang out tonight. Just us three. At your place.

Amanda’s heart skipped. Her fingers hovered over the screen. She exhaled.

AMANDA: 

You mean… like THAT?

DARIUS: 

Maybe. [Devil grin emoji] I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, LOL! But only if you’re good with it. He knows how to treat a woman. He’s… a different experience. I’ll make sure you’re in good hands. Literally.

After a long pause:

AMANDA: 

You promise he’s clean… and safe?

DARIUS: 

100%. But still, condoms only for him. No exceptions.

Another pause. Then Amanda’s reply…

AMANDA: 

Okay. But don’t make me regret this.

DARIUS: 

Oh, you won’t. You will be begging for it. [Tongue emoji]

Putting the phone down, Amanda rushed to bathe and groom herself, then get the house in order.

Amanda had barely finished tidying the kitchen when her phone buzzed with a new message from Darius:

On our way. Hope you’re ready for us, baby.

Her stomach flipped. She was ready. Nervous—but ready. The house was clean, candles lit in the living room and at the top of the stairs, and the boys’ noise-making toys were tucked out of sight. With Steve gone until at least 11:30, she had time. Not a lot—but enough.

The knock came just after sunset.

She reached for the doorknob in a clingy cream tank top and short drawstring sleep shorts that she hadn’t planned to sleep in.

Amanda’s heart skipped a beat when she opened the front door—and her eyes landed on the man beside Darius. He was massive. Even broader than Darius, with boulder-like arms barely contained by the sleeves of his black fitted tee. His hair still in a flat top cut, and a jagged tattoo wrapped one thick forearm. His face was rough but commanding, his presence unmistakably dominant.

Her eyes went wide. Darius noticed and chuckled.

“Amanda, meet Rick,” he said, then added with a knowing smirk, “but his biggest fans call him ‘Rock.’ That’s his old Army nickname. You’ll figure out why soon enough.”

Rock stepped forward, his voice low and rich. “Pleasure to meet you, Amanda.” He let his eyes trail over her body with open appreciation.

Flustered, Amanda stepped aside. “Come in.”

As they entered, she tried to collect herself. Darius looked effortlessly relaxed. Rock’s gaze never left her.

“Can I get you guys something?” she offered, her voice breathy. “I set some water out. Soda? Maybe a snack?”

Rock grinned, stepping closer. “You’re the only snack I want to eat tonight.”

Amanda laughed softly at Rock’s bold line, cheeks warming as she gestured toward the couch. “Well, I suppose you can sit down before the main course,” she said playfully. “I don’t just throw myself at strangers.”

Rock grinned and followed her into the living room, dropping into the middle of the couch with that same cocky ease. Darius took the armchair beside him. Amanda perched on the opposite end of the couch, legs tucked under her, the tank top hugging her curves as she tilted her head curiously.

“So…” she said, eyes fixed on Rock, “tell me about how you and Big D over there met. Got any embarrassing stories about him?”

Rock leaned back, arms draped along the back of the couch. “Army days. Same unit. I was the wild one, he was the quiet one.”

Darius chuckled. “Still am, compared to you.”

“Yeah,” Rock smirked. “But I broke him in. Taught him everything he knows.”

“Oh yeah?” Amanda teased, glancing at Darius. “That true?”

Darius gave a half-shrug. “Let’s just say, the man’s got experience. Especially when it comes to the ladies.”

Rock’s eyes gleamed. “Told him early on—if you wanna leave a woman breathless, you gotta read her like a map. Learn every curve, every signal, every stop sign. And once you know the road…”

“…you don’t need GPS,” Darius finished with a knowing smirk.

They stated in unison: “Get Pussy Soon!”

Amanda smiled and blushed as the men cackled.

Amanda bit her lower lip, heat blooming in her chest. “So you two… practiced together?”

Rock raised an eyebrow. “You could say that. There was this one night…”

Darius laughed. “Oh man, don’t tell her about the Captain’s wife.”

Rock grinned wider. “We were stationed in Texas. Captain’s wife used to bring us cookies every week. One night, she brought more than cookies.”

Amanda blinked. “No…”

“Oh yeah,” Rock said, licking his lips slowly. “Brought another plate of cookies to our barracks, wearing nothing but a trench coat, and lacy lingerie underneath!”

Darius continued the story: “Had us both. Same room, same bed. She said it was the only way she felt ‘equal again.’ Whatever that meant.”

Darius shook his head. “Still the wildest night of my life—up to that point, anyway,” he added, eyes shifting to Amanda.

Amanda’s heart fluttered. Rock’s eyes were locked on hers now, heavy and unblinking.

“You got that same kind of energy,” Rock said, voice dropping a notch. “Classy on the outside, but there’s a fire under that skin. I can tell.”

Rock’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he took another sip of water, still grinning from his comment about her being “classy on the outside, fire under the skin.”

Amanda cocked her head, her curiosity piqued. “What exactly has Darius told you about me?”

Rock set his glass down slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. “Oh, he talks about you more than he realizes,” he said smoothly. “Told me you were smart, thoughtful, a little shy at first but real sweet once you open up. Said you had this quiet grace about you that drives men crazy.”

Amanda smiled, flattered, but Rock wasn’t finished.

“He also said—when the lights go out—you’re an animal,” he added, lowering his voice, his tone more intimate now. “That you moan real pretty when your toes curl. That your hips get greedy when you’re close. That you beg him not to stop.”

Amanda flushed, her thighs pressing together instinctively as heat spread through her belly. She bit her lip, heart racing.

Rock chuckled softly. “Now I’ve been dyin’ to see if he was tellin’ the truth.”

“Oh my,” was all Amanda could manage to breathe.

There was a beat of silence before Rock leaned forward, suddenly more serious. “So… where’s your husband at tonight?”

Amanda hesitated, then answered softly, “He took the boys to a sleepover. Then went to his buddy Josh’s place to watch the big fight.”

Rock nodded, his smirk returning. “Sounds like we’ve got time, then.”

That’s when Darius stood, slow and deliberate. “Then let’s not waste it,” he said, offering his hand to Amanda. “Lead us upstairs, babe.”

She rose, cheeks flushed, heart pounding as she turned to guide them up—Rock’s low chuckle and Darius’s steady footsteps following close behind. As she led the way, she could feel the men’s stares locked on her swaying ass with each step. She could perceive her heart rate increasing with each stair.

In the bedroom, both men began stripping, easy and unhurried. Darius pulled his shirt off first, revealing the taut muscles Amanda already knew. Rock’s thicker frame followed—a powerhouse of carved strength and masculine weight.

Amanda was the first to speak. This was only her third threesome, after her encounter with Darius and his nephew after the birthday party, followed by the one with the brothers at the lifestyle party. But in both cases, she was already naked and in the second case, she’d already had sex before the brothers.

“I’m not sure how this is supposed to… I mean—”

Darius kissed her lips gently. “Just follow your body.”

Amanda stood across the room, watching the black gods undress before her, her breath caught in her throat.

Darius crooked his finger. “Come here, baby.”

She stepped closer. He met her halfway, sliding his fingers beneath the hem of her tanktop. He raised it slowly, eyes locked on hers, revealing her bare skin inch by inch until he pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her bra followed with a flick of his fingers.

He moved behind her, tugging her shorts and panties down in one smooth glide. Amanda stepped out of them, completely naked now, feeling the heavy gaze of both men on her body.

Darius gave her a nod toward the bed, where Rock was already lying on his back.

She crawled up onto the mattress next to him as Darius followed right behind her, sucking in a sharp breath as he watched her ass while she crawled. 

“Mm-MM! I never get tired of that view!” he said as he laid himself next to her. 

Amanda could feel her hands and knees sinking into the plush comforter as she positioned herself between their thighs. Both men lay on their backs, already semi-hard with anticipation. Amanda licked her lips, nerves and desire mixing in equal measure as she reached for them both.

Rock’s dark shaft was already thickening as Amanda’s eyes widened.

“Now you know why we call him Rock,” Darius whispered in her ear.

She smiled nervously. They both lay on their backs on the bed, Rock on the left, Darius on the right, leaving her in the middle. Amanda was positioned on her knees between them, one hand gently stroking each shaft.

Soon, she lowered her mouth over Darius’s familiar tool as she continued stroking Rock. He stared at the sight in fascination and utter arousal. Darius gently placed his hands on her head as she began to bob up and down.

“Damn, baby. You got any love for Rock over here?” Rock said.

Amanda laughed breathily as she moved her warm, wet mouth over to his cock.

“Ahh, damn, that feels good, baby,” he responded, tangling his fingers through her hair.

Soon, Amanda was alternating her mouth between the two—long, wet sucks, her spit trailing across her lips and their skin. Rock groaned. Darius moaned.

“Shit, baby, look at you,” Darius said.

“She a natural,” Rock added, his deep voice thick with lust.

Amanda moaned softly around them, loving the power she felt, pleasing two strong men, their eyes locked on her. 

Just as her jaw began to tire, Darius pulled her up and kissed her hard, then gently laid her on her back as Rock moved his face between her legs.

“I gotta have a taste of this sweet white pussy D been gushin’ bout,” he said, lowering his mouth to her sex.

She gasped as Rock’s tongue touched her soft folds—slow, wide licks that soon became focused flicks on her clit. 

“Mmmm, D wasn’t lyin’. This some bomb coochie right here,” Rock mumbled. “Can’t wait to feel it stretched around my cock.”

Amanda turned her head to look at Darius. He was watching the scene with an amused grin. She stretched out her arm toward him, beckoning him to come closer. He leaned down and began kissing her mouth slowly and sensually, their tongues dancing around each other. Then he kissed down her jawline, neck, chest, and began hungrily, licking and sucking her breast. Amanda closed her eyes at the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body!

Rock’s hand slid beneath her, his thick thumb gently circling her back entrance. Amanda arched, gasping. Her first orgasm struck fast and hard.

Darius knelt beside her, kissing her breasts and whispering, “That’s one.”

“And we’re only just gettin’ started, baby,” Rock leaned on one elbow, stroking himself lazily.

Darius glanced over at him. “Ready to experience everything else I’ve been raving about?”

“Oh, I’m seein’ it already,” Rock muttered with a grin. “She’s even wetter than you said. This little snowbunny loves gettin’ eaten out.”

Amanda whimpered at the nickname. Darius leaned down and kissed her, soft at first, then with hunger. He positioned himself on top of her, aligning his stiff cock with her slippery slit. “You good, baby?”

She nodded quickly, legs wrapping around his waist.

Darius slid into her slow—stretching her deep and full. She cried out softly, her arms locking around his back.

“Mmm,” Darius groaned, savoring the warmth. “This pussy always slays me.”

From the side, Rock chuckled. “You sure you ain’t addicted to that white MILF pussy, bro?”

Amanda’s moans built steadily as Darius rocked into her, one hand kneading her breast, the other gripping her thigh.

“Maybe she the one addicted,” Rock observed with a sly grin as he fondled a breast with one hand, stroking his cock with the other.

“You takin’ all that Black cock, huh, princess?” he teased, moving closer to watch. “Bet that man of yours can’t fuck you like this.”

Amanda only cried out in response as her orgasm rippled through her, her body tensing beneath Darius.

Darius kissed her hard, then pulled out just as she finished shuddering. “Time for the corkscrew.”

He shifted her onto her side, lifting her top leg to his shoulder as he slid back in. His thrusts grew deeper, more focused. Amanda gasped, feeling him everywhere.

Rock moved next to her head, kneeling so she could lick at his shaft again while Darius fucked her. “Damn, she’s greedy,” Rock muttered, guiding her hand to stroke him while she moaned around the tip.

Darius’s climax came suddenly. He groaned low, stiffening deep inside her, and Amanda could feel the flood of warmth as his seed filled her for the first time that night.

“Oh God,” she breathed, trembling. “I feel it…”

Rock grunted. “Damn, man. You makin’ a mess in there already?”

Darius slid out and admired the creamy trail now leaking from her stretched opening. “She loves it.”

Rock wasted no time. “My turn.”

He rolled her onto her hands and knees, rolled a condom on, and gripped her hips tightly. His size was thick and heavy, and Amanda gasped when he pushed inside.

“Fuck,” Rock groaned, beginning to thrust. “Tight fuckin’ white pussy, just how I like ‘em. Dat ass, tho,” he added, his eyes fixed on her full, jiggling buttocks at each stroke.

Amanda buried her face in the bed, crying out as each stroke slammed into her with more force than Darius had used. He leaned over her, thumb sliding across her lower back, then pressing gently into the rim of her ass.

She jolted. “Oh!”

“Yeah, baby,” he growled. “You love when a big Black man takes you rough, don’t you?”

Darius sat nearby, watching, stroking himself slowly. “She gone, bro. Look at her.”

Amanda came again—loudly—her arms collapsing beneath her. Rock didn’t let up, pounding until his own release hit, loud and feral. He pulled out, spent, panting hard as he looked down at her slick, trembling body.

Darius stood and told her to mount him.

“Time to finish this right.”

He laid on his back as the beautiful married woman lowered herself onto his rock-hard shaft. His cock slid back in easily, his cream from earlier helping smooth the way.

“God, baby,” he murmured. “So damn full of me already.”

Amanda moaned, gripping his arms as she thrust up and down with urgency. This time, she didn’t slow down. Her climax came hard and fast, made more intense when his hand slid behind her and his thumb circled her rear.

“Darius!” she cried, shaking under him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you again—every drop, baby.”

His climax hit—long, hot spurts pulsing deep inside her until he finally stilled, gasping.

Amanda slowly and gingerly dismounted Darius, and both men watched in silence as a thick mix of cum began to leak from her, trailing down her thigh, dripping on Darius’s, and pooling between her cheeks after she collapsed onto her back, exhausted.

“Damn,” Rock whispered. “That’s a sight. You a damn lucky man, D.”

Amanda blinked, dazed, glowing. “I can’t… I can’t even move.”

Darius leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “You don’t have to, baby.”

She watched in a daze as Rock—this mountain of a man—removed his full condom and tossed it into the small wastebasket next to her bed.

Amanda’s body was still trembling from the last climax when her phone chimed with a sharp, distinct sound—a sound that instantly sliced through her pleasure-drunk haze.

Her eyes flew open. That tone.

“Oh shit,” she whispered.

“What’s wrong?” Darius asked, sitting up, already reaching for his jeans.

“That’s my Qustodio alert,” she blurted, already scrambling for her phone. “Steve’s getting close. I expanded the radius months ago. He’s five minutes out. Maybe less.”

All three jolted into motion, the haze of sex evaporating in an instant. Darius and Rock moved with the precision of trained soldiers, as if they’d done this drill before. Amanda’s mind raced through explanations for Steve—why she wasn’t sound asleep; why was she breathing so hard? Why the bed was such a mess. Why… was there cum between her legs? She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and pressed it into her crotch, jumping up to toss it into the toilet, then jumping back into bed and pulling the sheets over her..

What the hell would she say if Steve walked in?

“I got it,” Darius said, zipping up. He grabbed her hand, gave it a squeeze. “We’re out. We’ll go out the back and through the side gate once Steve closes the garage door and walks in.”

Rock, already dressed, gave her a wink and a crooked smile. “Damn, girl. That was one for the books.”

She managed a breathless, flustered nod, shooing them out with her hands.

Darius kissed her cheek quickly—tender despite the chaos—then the duo rushed down the stairs.

She couldn’t hear the men sliding the glass door open and shut downstairs—did they make it out before Steve walked in?

Thirty seconds later, the kitchen door to the garage opened. She knew it was Steve. She listened for a confrontation. Nothing. She knew that meant her partners for the night had snuck out safely.

Amanda forced herself to look composed, sitting on the rumpled bed, her hair still wild and her cheeks pink. Steve stepped in with a beer can in hand and a curious smile.

“Hey, babe. We got out a little early.”

“Oh,” Amanda said, shifting on the bed to look relaxed. “That’s nice.”

Steve’s eyes drifted to the tousled sheets. “You seem flushed. You’re breathing kind of hard. Are you sick?”

She gave him a sheepish smile. “Oh, no,” she started, “You kind of caught me…in the act.”

His eyebrows lifted in amusement. “Seriously?”

“I didn’t expect anyone to be home yet.”

Steve chuckled and tossed his keys on the dresser. “You need a real man to finish the job?”

She giggled—nervously. “I might.”

Internally, she was screaming, Please don’t try to go down on me. Please don’t notice anything.

But he didn’t. He climbed on top of her and kissed her neck, oblivious to the frantic thudding of her heart. Their sex was familiar, slow, loving. And thank God—short.

Amanda moaned at the right times, guided his hands, and even allowed herself to feel a kind of comfort in the way Steve held her afterward, his face tucked into the crook of her neck.

When he drifted off to sleep, snoring softly, she slipped out of bed to clean herself up. That’s when she saw it—Rock’s used condom, sitting blatantly atop the wastebasket like a ticking time bomb.

Her stomach turned. “Fuck,” she whispered, grabbing it with a wad of tissue. It must have tilted, and his now lukewarm semen oozed onto her hand.

She pursed her lips in disgust, tossed them into the toilet and flushed them quickly. Then she padded over to the sink and scrubbed her hands with soap for a full minute, the water scalding.

Amanda slipped quietly beneath the covers, the scent of sex and soap lingering faintly in the sheets. Steve shifted slightly beside her, one arm draped across his chest, still deep in sleep.

She stared at the ceiling, heart racing—and not just from all the sex she got tonight, but from the thought of being caught in the act.

That was close. Too close.

Her mind replayed the chaos from minutes earlier. What if Steve had walked in while Darius was still in the house? Even fully dressed, how would she explain Darius, let alone a second man? Her heart pounded at the thought of Rock standing in her kitchen, his imposing figure impossible to pass off as innocent.

She exhaled slowly.

That can’t happen again. Not at her house. Not unless Steve was out of town.

Amanda made a mental note: no more spontaneous sex with Darius unless the conditions were airtight. Otherwise, it was too risky. Too exposed.

Still, she started mentally rehearsing what she might say to Steve if—God forbid—he ever walked in and caught her alone with Darius. She’d have to be fast. Calm. Convincing. Her Qustodio alert should give her time to act, but what if it didn’t? What if one day, Darius couldn’t make it out in time?

She clenched her thighs together beneath the sheets and shifted on the mattress.

No. She couldn’t get caught. That couldn’t be how it ended.

If Steve was ever going to find out about Darius, it had to be on her terms. She’d been dreading it, but maybe it was time to start planning how—if—she would tell him the truth. Not in anger. Not as a confession. But as… a proposal.

She chewed on that word. Proposal.

Would Steve even understand?

Could she explain the thrill she now associated with this lifestyle… this cuckold thing she was just beginning to explore? Could she make him see that she still loved him, deeply… and that this wasn’t about replacing him, but reframing their roles?

Her thoughts swirled and stretched into the dark. The idea of telling him—actually telling him—both terrified and titillated her.

She knew she would need to discuss it with Darius first, of course. But when does she even do that? Would that idea alone cause Darius to cut off their relationship?

Eventually, the exhaustion caught up to her. Her body, thoroughly used and thoroughly satisfied, relaxed. Her breathing slowed.

She drifted off, still imagining how the words might sound coming from her lips:

“Steve… there’s something I need to tell you.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

BONUS: “The Briefing”

This scene takes place when Rock arrives at Darius’ house, prior to meeting Amanda.

It was just past sunset when Rock pulled up in front of Darius’s house in his massive matte-black pickup. The two men embraced in the driveway like brothers reunited after war—which, in a way, they were.

Inside, they settled in on the back patio, the summer night warm, beers cracked open, the occasional puff of a joint shared in easy silence between reminiscing.

“So,” Rock said after a long sip, resting back into the outdoor lounger, “you seein’ anybody? Got a girl now or what?”

Darius gave a sly grin and exhaled smoke through his nose. “Oh, I got someone alright.”

Rock raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What’s she like?”

Darius chuckled and swirled his beer. “She’s a problem, man. But the best kind. Brunette, curvy in the right places, thirty-six. Got this soft, sweet housewife vibe—even though she’s a hot paralegal at one of the law firms in town. But underneath it? She nasty as hell.”

Both men laughed.

Rock kept his grin. “No shit? Don’t tell me you’re messin’ with somebody’s wife again.”

Darius didn’t flinch. “I can’t lie…she married. Two kids. Lives right across the damn street. And you know I get spung around beautiful white women. Can’t resist ‘em!”

Rock’s jaw dropped and he laughed. “Nigga, you wild. For real?”

“She came into the shop one day, starter done,” Darius said, sitting forward. “Had this tight little white blouse on, these tight but professional brown slacks, hair down, lipgloss poppin’. I swear, she was trying not to stare at me too long—but I knew. Knew it from the moment she stepped in. Then we discovered we lived right across the fuckin’ street from each other. I gave her a ride home on my Harley. I’m sure the vibrations gave her a little rub on the coochie.”

“Damn,” Rock muttered. “Go on.”

“So I fix her car. Next mornin’ she’s tellin’ me some story about a leaky bath faucet, husband out of town. I go over to take a look, end up bent over the tub with her in her silky pink jammies, starin’ at me from behind.”

“No shit?” Rock laughed. “Did you fuck her that day?”

“Boy, what you think,” Darius asked, nodding. “I put these big lips on hers and backed her up to the bed. Got them jammies off. Bro… she smelled like peaches and vanilla lotion. Tasted like heaven. Then I did the real plumbin’ job on her…put this big pipe wrench in her and rocked her vanilla, white bread world. So tight! And the way she moaned? Like she’d been starved for real dick for years.”

Rock let out a long exhale. “You lucky bastard.”

“She got hooked fast. Blowjobs in her car. Quickies in my office. She started wearin’ thongs again, told me she hadn’t in years. Started dressing slutty just for me.”

“Damn,” Rock muttered, shifting in his seat. “So what you’re tellin’ me is, you smashed that white coochie and ruined her.”

Darius just laughed.

“She still fuckin’ her ole man too?” Rock quizzed.

“Shit if I know…and I don’t care if she gives her hubby a mercy fuck for his birthday or their anniversary,” Darius said arrogantly. “She knows where to get the good dick!”

“The Snowbunny Slayer!” Rock laughed, grabbing his own crotch.

Darius almost fell over laughing.

“And then,” Darius went on, “I invited her to my nephew’s birthday BBQ. Got her in the spa with me and my young nephew Carter at the end o’ the night. Let’s just say she got her first taste of a threesome that night, and Carter got his first taste of a grown-ass white lady.”

Rock whistled. “You serious?”

“Mm-hm! She fuckin’ made a man outta him, bro. He keep askin’ me if he can get another taste. I tell him to go get his own fuckin’ MILF! Last I heard, he fucked his old Music teacher, haha! Now he addicted!”

They both laughed out loud at that.

“She seriously jumped his young bone?” Rock quizzed.

“She wasn’t sure at first,” Darius said. “She thought it would just be the two of us that night, but I had to roll with the circumstances. Carter got a lil tipsy since it was his twenty-first birthday and I told my sister he could stay with me, so what were we gon’ do, y’know? We went back to my room out the hot tub. She was horny. She took us both like a damn champ. Told me she couldn’t stop thinking about it after.”

Rock leaned in. “You turning this chick out.”

“Oh, I ain’t even got to the good part,” Darius said, eyes gleaming. “Took her to this mansion party. Real exclusive lifestyle crowd—Black men, white wives. Amanda didn’t know what she was walkin’ into. But man… she stepped up.”

He chuckled, remembering. “She watched. Got wet. Then I took her right there on a table with a crowd watching. She loved it. After that, she let some other dudes hit too. A woman too. She was like a different person.”

Rock blinked, stunned. “You serious?”

“Swear to God,” Darius said. “You know King LUX?”

“That freak rapper?”

“Yeah. He was there. Took Amanda upstairs. Ate her out while she sat on his face. Fucked her every which way. Then dropped a single about her—‘Tame That Mommy.’” Darius grinned. “Dropped her story in a magazine interview too—well, not by name. But you can tell.”

“Fuck,” Rock muttered, adjusting his jeans. “You got pictures?”

“Nope. This one stays off the cloud.”

Rock laughed and took another swig. “Nigga, you gotta let me meet her.”

Darius raised a brow. “We’ll see. She’s sweet, man. Not like the others. But… if she ever asks for a little more?”

Rock cracked his knuckles. “You just say the word. I’ll show her what a real soldier can do.”