The afternoon sun blazed over our backyard, turning the pool into a shimmering mirror of light. I lounged on a cushioned chair, my two-piece bikini clinging to my curves, the fabric barely containing my full breasts. At twenty-five, I knew how to work my Mexican heritage—bronze skin, dark hair cascading over my shoulders, and a body that turned heads. My husband, David, was away on business, and our open marriage gave me the freedom to indulge in my desires. Rumors had reached the new guy, Jeremiah, our gardener and pool technician, about my preference for Black men. I’d caught him stealing glances, his dark eyes lingering on me, and it sent a thrill through my core.

Jeremiah was in his mid-twenties, tall and lean, his dark skin glistening with sweat as he skimmed leaves from the pool. His tank top hugged his muscular frame, and every move he made screamed confidence. I adjusted my sunglasses, letting my eyes trace the lines of his body, a slow heat building in me. “Water’s looking good today, Maya,” he called, his voice low, almost teasing. “You enjoying the sun?”

I smiled, tilting my head. “I am! How are you today?” My tone was light, but my pulse quickened as his gaze flicked over me.

“Doin’ alright, Maya. Hot as hell out here, but I’m managin’.” He grinned, and I caught the spark in his eyes. “You look like you’re in your element out here.”

“You’re handsome,” I said, biting my lip, testing the waters. His grin widened, and I felt the air shift, charged with something dangerous.

“Handsome, huh? Appreciate that, Maya. Gotta say, you’re lookin’ more than just good yourself.” His voice dropped, and I could feel the heat of his words curling through me.

I leaned back, letting my breasts push against the bikini top. “I have a thing for Black men,” I admitted, my voice soft but deliberate. His eyebrow raised, and I knew I had his attention.

“Is that so, Maya?” he said, stepping closer, his eyes locked on mine. “Guess I’m lucky to be out here then, keepin’ your pool in check.”

“How do you feel about Mexican girls?” I asked, my heart pounding as I pushed the game further.

He chuckled, crouching by my chair, his face close enough that I could smell the faint musk of his sweat. “Mexican girls? Shit, Maya, I’d say they’re somethin’ special. Especially ones like you, lookin’ like that, all confident and curvy.” His gaze was bold, and I felt a flush spread through me.

“You don’t have to focus on pool maintenance right now,” I said, my voice low. “You have plenty of time to do that.”

He stood, setting the skimmer aside, his grin turning sly. “Oh, you givin’ me a break, Maya? Guess I could take a minute… if you got any ideas on how I should spend it.”

I stood, my body brushing close to his as I led the way to the sunroom. “Do you want to join me in the sunroom?” I asked, glancing back with a teasing smile.

“Hell yeah,” he said, his voice thick with intent as he followed me.

Inside, the glass walls of the sunroom let in a flood of golden light, warming the air around us. I sank onto the plush couch, patting the space beside me. Jeremiah sat close, his knee brushing mine, sending a spark through me. His arm stretched along the back of the couch, and I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Real cozy in here, Maya,” he said, his voice smooth. “You always this inviting with the help?”

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I reached behind me, untying my bikini top and letting it fall to the floor. My breasts spilled free, heavy and bare, catching the sunlight. Jeremiah's breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he took me in. “Damn, Maya,” he murmured, shifting closer, his thigh pressing against mine.

I slid off the couch, dropping to my knees in front of him, my hands reaching for his shorts. I tugged them down, freeing his cock, thick and already hardening. “Fuck, you’re so big,” I said, my voice a mix of awe and hunger as I started stroking him, feeling him grow under my touch.

“Shit, Maya,” he groaned, his hand brushing my shoulder. “You’re playin’ with fire.”

I grinned, grabbing his balls, the heat and sweat of him making my pulse race. “Fuck, your balls are so sweaty,” I said, the rawness of it turning me on even more.

“Yeah, been workin’ hard out there,” he said, his voice rough. “You like gettin’ a little dirty, don’t you?”

“I like fucking Black guys,” I said, winking up at him.

He chuckled, his fingers grazing my neck. “Dirty’s my kinda game too.”

“Your balls are so fucking sweaty,” I repeated, leaning in to lick the salt from his skin, my tongue gliding over him as he groaned low. I kept stroking his cock, feeling it harden fully in my hand, my lips sucking gently on his balls. The taste of him, the raw masculinity, sent a thrill through me.

“Black men are so dirty and nasty to me,” I said, winking again. “I like getting nasty.”

“Oh, Maya, you’re preachin’ to the choir,” he said, his hand in my hair now, his voice thick with desire. “You wanna get nasty, I’m right here for it.”

“Show me,” I challenged, my voice dripping with need.

His grin turned wicked. “Alright, Maya, let’s see how you handle this.” He lifted me onto the couch’s edge, spreading my legs as he knelt between them. His lips brushed my inner thigh, teasing closer to my core, and I gasped as his tongue flicked against me, slow and deliberate. The heat of his mouth, the roughness of his hands on my hips, had me trembling.

“I like that,” I moaned, my hands gripping the couch.

He didn’t let up, his tongue working me with hungry precision. “Let’s see how much more you like it,” he said, diving back in, and I could feel the pressure building, my body arching toward him.

“I want more,” I gasped, my voice desperate. He stood, spinning me around so I was bent over the couch’s armrest, my ass pressed against him. I tugged off my bikini bottom, tossing it aside, and he growled, his hands gripping my hips as his cock teased my entrance.

“Show me how dirty you can get,” I said, smiling back at him, my body aching for him.

He thrust into me, raw and hard, filling me completely. “Fuck, Maya, you’re askin’ for it now,” he growled, his hands digging into my skin as he pounded into me, rough just like I wanted. “You like it rough, huh? I’m gonna give you all that and more.”

I moaned, my body rocking with each thrust. “You know I’m married, right?” I said, the forbidden edge making it hotter.

“Yeah, and I know you like it nasty with me anyway,” he said, slamming into me harder. “You can cum in me if you want,” I said, my voice a breathy challenge.

“Fuck, you’re playin’ dangerous,” he growled, his rhythm relentless. My moans grew louder, grunts spilling from me as the pressure built, my body shaking as I hit my peak, my orgasm crashing through me. “Fuck, Maya, that’s it,” he rasped, and then, “I’m cummin’ inside you,” as he thrust deep, his cock pulsing, filling me with a groan that echoed in the sunroom.

We collapsed, panting, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. After a moment, I caught my breath, slipping my bikini back on as he pulled up his shorts. The sunroom’s light felt softer now, the intensity settling into a warm glow. I stood, smoothing my hair, and shot him a playful smile. “I may sneak out to your place in the back later for another round,” I said, winking. “I enjoyed this. Now get back to work.”

He grinned, grabbing his skimmer pole. “Oh, Maya, you know where to find me. I’ll be waitin’ for that next round.”

I walked away, my hips swaying, the thrill of what we’d done pulsing through me. The pool sparkled outside, and I knew this was only the beginning.