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

Saturday night, I slipped into my tightest dress, the one that hugged my curves and barely contained my heavy breasts. The doorbell rang, and my stomach fluttered. Tom opened the door, and there was Anthony, all power and charm, filling the room with his presence. I poured him a water, brushing my thigh against his as I sat close on the couch, my perfume mixing with the tension in the air.

“Ready for a fun night?” I purred, my hand grazing his arm.

Tom watched from his chair, his eyes bright with excitement.

The bedroom was where it all started to burn. I led Anthony down the hall, my hips swaying, knowing both sets of eyes were on me. I sat on the bed, Tom settling into a chair nearby, his gaze already hungry. Anthony sat beside me, his voice low.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

My skin tingled as I leaned into him, our lips crashing together in a kiss that set my body on fire. His tongue was bold, claiming, and I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his shirt.

When he asked to see my breasts, I couldn’t resist teasing. “You want to see these?” I smirked, sliding my dress down, letting my full, heavy tits spill free, nipples already hard in the candlelight.

Anthony’s eyes devoured me, and Tom’s nod from the chair sent a thrill through me. Anthony’s hands were on me in seconds, rubbing my breasts, his rough palms making me arch into him.

“Fucking amazing,” he growled, and I felt my pussy throb, already wet.

He peeled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest that made my breath catch.

“Your boobs are amazing,” he said.

I giggled, loving how bold he was. When he shed his pants, my jaw dropped. His cock was huge, thick, and hard, standing proud. I gasped, a mix of shock and hunger, glancing at Tom, who looked stunned, a flicker of something—jealousy?—in his eyes.

“That’s... impressive,” I murmured, my voice thick with want.

Anthony’s command to lie down and spread my legs sent a jolt through me. I obeyed, easing back on the bed, parting my thighs wide, my pussy already glistening. He knelt between my legs, his tongue diving into me, licking my folds with a hunger that made me cry out. His mouth was relentless, sucking my clit, tongue-fucking me deep, and I was lost, moaning loudly, my hips bucking against his face. Tom watched, his eyes wide, and I could feel his gaze burning into me as I writhed, Anthony’s tongue driving me wild.

It didn’t take long. My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, my pussy clenching as I screamed, “Oh, fuck, Anthony!” My body shook, thighs trembling, my hands gripping the sheets as pleasure ripped through me.

I was still gasping when Anthony climbed on top, his lips brushing mine, teasing, as he guided his massive cock to my entrance.

“Oh my God, Anthony, it’s so fucking big,” I gasped as he pushed in, stretching me wide, filling me in ways I’d never felt.

My pussy gripped him, slick and needy as he started to thrust. The bed slammed against the wall, the rhythm hard and steady, his balls slapping my ass with every pump. I was lost in it, my moans turning to filthy words.

“Fuck, Tom, his cock’s splitting me open,” I gasped, glancing at my husband, teasing him with a giggle. “He’s so deep, fucking me raw, my pussy’s gripping him tight.”

Tom’s face tightened, that jealousy flashing, but I was too far gone, loving how Anthony’s cock stretched me, hitting spots Tom never could.

“God, it’s so much better than you—sorry, baby!” I laughed, the words spilling out in the heat of it.

Anthony kept pounding, his grunts filling the room, my pussy soaking him as I rocked beneath him.

“I’m fucking your wife,” he growled at Tom, and I moaned louder, the boldness pushing me closer to the edge.

The bed was relentless, my body shaking with every thrust, and I kept up the dirty talk, unable to stop.

“Tom, he’s fucking me so good, stretching my pussy so wide—God, it’s hitting everything,” I gasped, teasing, loving how it drove Tom wild in his chair.

It felt like forever, Anthony’s stamina unreal, and I started to wonder if he’d ever stop, my body trembling with overstimulation. Then he picked up the pace, his thrusts harder, deeper.

“I’m gonna cum in your fucking wife,” he said to Tom, his voice raw.

I moaned, my pussy clenching at the thought.

“I’m fucking cumming in your wife!” he roared, and I felt him explode inside me, hot cum flooding my pussy, filling me up.

The sensation pushed me over the edge, my second orgasm crashing through me, my body convulsing as I screamed, “Anthony!” My pussy pulsed around his cock, milking every drop as I shook, breathless and overwhelmed.

He stayed inside me, making sure every bit of his cum was deep in my pussy, before pulling out and collapsing beside me. I lay there, legs spread wide, my pussy a mess—swollen, dripping with his cum, my thighs slick with his sweat. I was exhausted, my body buzzing, when Tom slid from his chair, his eyes locked on my ruined pussy. I watched, surprised but thrilled, as he knelt between my legs, his tongue diving in, licking up the mess of Anthony’s cum and my juices. His mouth was eager, cleaning my folds, my thighs, tasting everything.

I smiled, my hand in his hair, moaning softly. “Mmm, Tom, that’s it,” I murmured, loving how he claimed me in his own way.

He spent minutes there, his tongue thorough and unashamed, before pulling back and returning to his chair. Anthony knelt beside me, both of us naked, the room quiet except for our heavy breathing.

After a moment, I caught Tom’s gaze, his eyes still burning. “Anthony, man, that was incredible,” he said in a low voice. “I loved it, seeing Maya lose herself. Your big black cock—it’s no wonder she went wild.”

I smiled, my body still humming, as Anthony grinned back.

“I had fun, but I want to stay,” Anthony said. “Do you have a guest room?”

Tom nodded. “Yeah, down the hall. You can stay there as long as you want.”

Then Anthony dropped the bombshell. “The guest room’s for you, Tom. I plan to fuck your wife more tonight.”

My heart skipped, shock mixing with a spark of arousal. Tom’s face fell, disappointment clear—he’d wanted to hold me tonight.

He looked at me, unsure. “Maya, babe, what do you think?” he asked, his voice tight. “What do we do here?”

I paused, my mind racing. Anthony’s confidence, the way he’d owned my body, still lingered in my skin. I wanted more, craved it, even if it hurt Tom a little. After a long silence, I met his eyes.

“Tom, I think you should go sleep in the guest room,” I said softly, my voice firm.

His shoulders slumped, the let-down plain, but he nodded. “Alright, Maya,” he murmured, standing. “I’ll be in the guest room if you need me.”

Anthony’s voice cut through, sharp and bold. “She won’t need you.”

I froze, my pussy tingling at his audacity, a slight smile tugging at my lips as Tom glanced back, his face tight, before stepping out, the door clicking shut. The room fell quiet, just me and Anthony, my body still buzzing. I looked up at him, his dark eyes locked on mine, and a twinge of guilt hit me.

“Anthony,” I said softly, my voice hesitant, “I feel a little bad sending Tom away like that... but God, I want more of you tonight.”

He smirked, leaning closer. “You can reconsider, Maya. Go spend the night with Tom if you want.”

My eyes dropped to his cock, already stirring again, thick and tempting. I bit my lip, heat flooding me.

“No,” I said, my voice firm, a wicked grin spreading. “I want more black cock tonight.”