Susan and Ted had been married twelve years, with two young kids and a comfortable life in Southern California. But lately, comfort had turned into routine. Their sex life had grown quiet—almost rare—and Ted had started to worry. Between her work as a high school Honors English teacher and his job as an accountant, then their young children’s schooling and soccer, there was little time—or energy—for much else.

He noticed himself avoiding the mirror sometimes, self-conscious about his small size, wondering if his beautiful wife wanted more. When he suggested a quick trip to Las Vegas “to shake things up,” Susan agreed, touched by his effort.

The four-hour drive started light, but eventually wandered into deeper territory.

“You ever think maybe you… need more than I can give you?” Ted asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

Susan turned toward him, brow furrowed. “Ted, don’t. I’ve never thought that way about you.”

“Then why does it feel like we’re… fizzling?”

She sighed. “I can’t put my finger on it. But it’s not you. I want this weekend to be different. For us.”

They reached their hotel late in the afternoon. Susan’s eyes widened at the marble floors, glittering chandeliers, and designer shops lining the lobby like a high-end mall. “Oh my God, this place is gorgeous,” she murmured, already scanning storefronts.

Their suite had floor-to-ceiling windows with a skyline view that blushed gold in the sunset. They decided to keep things simple—room service and a movie—cuddling on the couch until both drifted off. When they woke at the credits, they stumbled to bed, still tangled together.

——-

The next morning at the buffet, Ted was reaching for coffee when a deep voice greeted them.

“Morning,” the man said, sitting alone at the next table. Tall, broad-shouldered, bald, and dark-skinned, he carried himself with easy confidence.

“I’m Lamar,” he added with a smile.

They exchanged pleasantries, and Lamar mentioned that he owned the gym in the hotel. “Stop by later, I’ll give you a tour.”

Susan felt something stir in her stomach—an almost adolescent flutter—but only smiled politely.

Back upstairs, Ted flipped on the TV while Susan wandered down to the shops. She tried on a short black dress that hugged her hips, bought it without hesitation, then ducked into a lingerie store “just to look.” She left with a lacy red bra, garter belt, black stockings, and red satin panties—ostensibly for Ted, though she couldn’t shake the flicker of excitement she’d felt talking to Lamar.

When she returned, Ted was dozing. She kissed him awake. “Want to check out the gym?”

Minutes later, they walked in together. The young man at the counter, Jason, smirked when they mentioned Lamar’s invitation. “Yeah… I’ll bet.” He called Lamar, who appeared moments later, smiling wide at Susan in particular. He loved the way her pink tanktop and gray yoga pants hugged her feminine curves.

The tour was casual but charged—Lamar’s hand on her back as he showed her equipment, his arm brushing hers as they walked. By the end, he invited them to dinner at the steakhouse.

That evening, Susan bathed in the luxurious spa tub, carefully cleaning every inch of her body, and trimming her pubic hair the way she knew Ted liked it. Ted showered in the spacious glass-walled shower across from her. She occasionally glanced at him as he did, grateful for his love and steady support of their little family. Ted dressed in a white button-up and slacks while Susan slipped into her new lingerie before pulling the black dress over it. She took her time with her hair and makeup, catching her reflection and feeling a flicker of nerves.

Lamar was already seated when they arrived. His snug black shirt left the top two buttons open, revealing a gold chain and the smooth swell of his chest. He stood to greet them, pulling out Susan’s chair before returning to his seat.

Over drinks, the conversation eased into an unhurried rhythm. Lamar asked about their lives—what they did for work, how long they’d been married, whether they traveled much. Ted did most of the talking at first, mentioning their two kids, the demands of daily life, and how hard it could be to find time for just the two of them.

Susan added with a faint smile, “That’s why we’re here. Thought a weekend away might… recharge things.”

Lamar’s gaze shifted between them, the corners of his mouth curving slightly. “Vegas’ll do that, if you let it.”

As the meal went on, Lamar’s questions dug just a little deeper—casually asking how they met, what they liked to do together, what kept them close. Ted’s answers were affectionate but honest, hinting at the quiet stretches in their intimacy without quite saying so. Lamar read between the lines easily; the look in Susan’s eyes, the way Ted kept glancing at her, told him this wasn’t just a sightseeing trip.

Inwardly, he began to plot—nothing aggressive, just the careful shaping of an opportunity. If they wanted excitement, he could give them more than they’d imagined.

By the time dessert plates were cleared, Lamar leaned back in his chair. “There’s a spot down the hall,” he said, his tone almost casual. “Small bar, good music, not too loud. Perfect for conversation. You two interested?”

Ted glanced at Susan, who hesitated only a second before nodding. “Sure,” she said, feeling a little flush of anticipation she didn’t entirely understand.

The bar was tucked into a quieter corner of the hotel, away from the bright chaos of the casino floor. Warm amber lighting glowed off polished wood, and a low murmur of voices blended with the steady pulse of a slow R&B track.

They slid into a small corner booth. Lamar took the seat beside Susan, leaving Ted across from them. The booth’s curved leather pressed them close enough that Susan caught faint whiffs of his cologne—spicy, warm, unmistakably masculine.

Lamar ordered a round of drinks, and conversation picked up where dinner had left off. He spoke about the gym he owned downstairs, his love for helping people push their limits. He wove in stories of travel, meeting couples in different cities, learning what kept people passionate. His words weren’t overtly sexual, but there was a charge beneath them, a knowing weight.

“You ever think about shaking things up?” he asked at one point, his voice low, almost just for them.

Ted chuckled. “That’s kind of the point of this trip, isn’t it?”

Susan laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “We wanted to try something… different.” She wasn’t sure why she’d said it out loud, but once she had, she didn’t take it back.

Lamar smiled faintly, his eyes holding hers a beat longer than necessary. “Different can be good. Sometimes it’s exactly what a couple needs.”

Ted shifted in his seat, feeling a strange heat stir inside him. He’d noticed the way Lamar’s knee brushed Susan’s thigh now and then, how she didn’t move away. The thought that had been forming all night became clearer—and more arousing—by the second.

Lamar eased back, his arm stretching casually along the top of the booth behind Susan. “Well, I sure hope you fine folks find what you’re looking for here.”

Ted looked at Susan, then back at Lamar, his pulse ticking higher. Under the table, he unlocked his phone and typed a short message.

When Susan felt her phone buzz, she slid it into her lap and glanced at the screen. Ted: What if we invite him upstairs? Just see what happens.

Her breath caught. She looked up, first at Ted, then at Lamar, who was sipping his drink with an unreadable expression. She typed back quickly. Are you sure?

Ted’s phone lit up. He didn’t look at her right away—just typed back. We try it once. If it’s too much, we stop.

Susan didn’t reply this time. She set her phone aside, met her husband’s gaze, and gave a small, unmistakable nod.

Turning to Lamar, Ted let a small, almost shy smile curve his lips. “We’ve really enjoyed tonight,” he said, his voice a shade lower. “If you’re not busy, maybe you’d like to come up for a drink in our suite.”

For a moment, Lamar looked mildly surprised—then his grin broke slow and sure. “I think I could make time for that.”

They finished their drinks in a silence charged with anticipation before sliding out of the booth. The walk to the elevators felt longer than it was, each step a quiet drumbeat toward something none of them would forget.

The three of them stepped into the elevator, and Susan’s heart seemed to thud in time with the rising numbers above the doors. Each floor they passed felt like another click of inevitability, the air between them heavier, warmer. Lamar stood behind her, close enough that she could sense the heat from his body. Ted was at her side, silent but watchful.

When the doors slid open on their floor, no one spoke. Susan’s heels tapped softly against the carpeted hallway as they walked, the muted sound only making her pulse louder in her ears. She could feel her palms growing damp, her breath coming a little shorter with every step toward the suite.

At the door, Ted swiped the key card, and the lock gave a quiet click. Susan stepped in first, the cool, softly lit room feeling both familiar and suddenly foreign. She heard the door close behind them, the sound echoing faintly in her mind.

Lamar’s voice was low, almost intimate. “So… what’s the plan?”

Ted cleared his throat. “I think I’d just like to sit back and… watch how it unfolds.”

Lamar’s gaze shifted to Susan. “And you? Are you sure?”

She hesitated only a moment, her pulse loud in her ears. “I’m… willing.”

That seemed to be all Lamar needed. He stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly over her arm before trailing to her waist. Susan felt her breath hitch at the simple contact. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers—slow at first, testing. His hand moved to the small of her back, guiding her toward the bed.

Ted lowered himself into the armchair near the foot, his eyes never leaving them.

Lamar deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding up her side until his fingers rested just beneath the swell of her breast. Susan’s mind was a blur of nerves and adrenaline, but her body was answering to his touch, her hands instinctively finding the firmness of his chest beneath the black shirt.

He eased back just enough to murmur, “Let’s see what you’ve been hiding under this dress.”

Lamar’s eyes swept over her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Without breaking their kiss, his hands slid up her sides, over her shoulders, and down her arms in a slow, claiming motion. Then he turned her slightly, fingers brushing the nape of her neck as he found the zipper of her dress.

The sound of it descending was impossibly loud in the quiet suite. He eased the fabric down over her shoulders, letting it glide along her arms until it pooled at her feet. Susan’s cheeks warmed under the combined weight of Lamar’s gaze and Ted’s silent attention from the chair. She stood in her new lingerie—red lace, black stockings—feeling utterly exposed for the first time in front of another man.

Lamar let out a low, approving hum. “Damn… you’ve been keeping this from us.”

Ted’s eyes were wide, his breathing shallow. Susan glanced at him briefly, then lowered her gaze again, her body taut with nerves and something more dangerous—anticipation.

Lamar’s hand cupped her chin, tilting her face up. “Eyes on me.” His voice was deep, steady. “We’ll go slow.”

He guided her back to the bed and eased her down so she sat on the edge, knees slightly apart. Standing before her, he unfastened his belt, the metallic click echoing in the room. His slacks and boxers came down together, revealing himself—thick, heavy, already hard.

Susan’s breath caught. She hadn’t expected him to be… that big.

“Go ahead,” he said softly. “See what you’re working with.”

Her hands moved hesitantly, fingers brushing over his shaft. The heat of him pulsed against her palm. Lamar placed his large hand over hers, guiding her to wrap her fingers properly around him, to stroke him slowly.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Nice and easy.”

She followed his lead, her movements tentative at first, then a little surer. Lamar’s other hand threaded through her hair, coaxing her forward until the blunt tip pressed to her lips.

“Open,” he said, his tone not sharp, but one that expected obedience.

She parted her lips, feeling the weight of him slide against her tongue. Lamar didn’t push—just let her adjust, her hand still stroking as she took him in as far as she could. He guided her head with a gentle but firm rhythm, his breathing deepening.

When he finally pulled back, he ran his thumb across her lower lip, his eyes dark with approval. “Lie back for me.”

Susan eased onto the bed, her heart racing. Lamar kissed his way up her inner thighs until his face hovered directly over her panty-covered crotch. Looking up at her briefly, he pressed his nose into the silky fabric, inhaling deeply through his nose and letting out a quiet groan. When he raised his face, he stared at the small dark spot, indicating her arousal. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. His gaze lingered between her legs before he climbed onto the bed, bracing over her.

He kissed her slowly, almost tenderly, before moving down—mouth tracing a heated path from her breasts, over her stomach, to the soft inside of her thighs. Then his tongue found her, teasing her folds before delving deeper. Susan gasped, her hands fisting the sheets.

He alternated between slow, deliberate strokes and firmer, more insistent pressure, slipping a finger inside her, then two. The combination had her moaning openly, her legs parting wider without thought.

“That’s it,” Lamar murmured against her. “Let it happen.”

The crest built quickly, and Susan’s back arched as she came, trembling under his hands.

Lamar kissed his way back up her body, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples pebbled under his warm palms.

He shifted his weight, positioning himself between her thighs. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her, and she inhaled sharply.

“You ready?” His voice was deep, intimate.

She nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

The first push was slow, deliberate, stretching her inch by inch. Susan’s nails dug lightly into his arms as she took him in, the fullness unlike anything she’d felt before. He gave her a moment, then began a steady rhythm—long, deep thrusts that had her moaning into his shoulder.

Ted sat forward in his chair, watching every movement, his own hand working at himself.

Lamar picked up the pace, each thrust landing with a muted slap of skin. Susan clung to him, her legs curling around his waist as another climax built fast and hard. She cried out against his neck, her body tightening around him. It was a vaginal orgasm—something she hadn’t experienced since… before Ted.

Her obvious climax was all it took. Lamar’s thrusts grew sharper, more urgent. He lifted his head to look down at her. “Inside you?”

She met his eyes and nodded, unable to speak. She was currently on birth control, and just hoped he was clean. She and Ted hadn’t had time to discuss where to let Lamar finish and hopefully, they wouldn’t regret this hasty, passion-filled decision.

With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt, holding there as his body shuddered. Susan felt the hot flood of him filling her, her own breath coming in ragged pulls.

Lamar stayed over her for a moment, both of them breathing hard, before slowly easing out and sitting back on his heels. His release began to trickle from her, and Ted’s eyes locked on the filthy, yet extremely erotic, sight.

Lamar leaned over her, one big hand stroking her hair as her breathing slowly steadied. Susan kept her eyes closed for a moment, feeling the heavy thump of his heartbeat against her chest.

“That…” she whispered, still catching her breath, “was incredible.”

Lamar chuckled low in his throat, brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek. “You took me like you were made for it.”

Ted rose from his chair, settling on the edge of the bed beside them. He took Susan’s hand, squeezing gently, his eyes still flicking to the glisten between her thighs. “You okay, babe?”

She smiled up at him, flushed and glowing. “Better than okay.”

Lamar shifted back, letting her stretch out. Susan took a deep breath and sat up slowly. “I need a shower,” she said, her voice soft but sure.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing on slightly shaky legs. Her hands went to the clips of her garter belt, unfastening them one by one before sliding the belt down over her hips. The stockings followed—she bent forward slightly to peel them down, the curve and jiggle of her ass making both men pause, transfixed.

Susan gathered the lingerie in her hands, then padded toward the bathroom, her hips swaying naturally with each step. The sound of the door opening and the faint splash of water followed a moment later.

Lamar leaned back on the bed, running a hand over his shaved head. “Man,” he said with a satisfied exhale, “that was something else. Your wife is… damn, Ted. She’s sexy as hell.”

Ted chuckled softly, still watching the bathroom door. “Yeah… she is.”

From inside, they heard the shower turn on—and then, faintly, Susan humming a light, cheerful tune to herself. Lamar grinned at Ted, giving him a slow wink before swinging his legs off the bed. “That’s my cue.”

Ted smirked but said nothing as Lamar padded across the suite and into the bathroom. Ten seconds later, over the sound of water, Ted heard Susan giggle.

“Haven’t you already had enough of that?” she teased.

“I’ll never get enough of you, baby,” Lamar’s deep voice rumbled back.

That pulled Ted to his feet. He wandered to the doorway, then stepped inside and sat on the edge of the large spa bathtub. Steam clouded the glass shower door, but shapes moved behind it—Susan’s body pressed against Lamar’s as they kissed under the spray.

Lamar’s big hands roamed over her slick curves before turning her to face the glass. He kissed down her back, crouching until his face was level with her ass. With one hand he parted her cheeks, his tongue sliding between them, making her gasp and arch forward against the wall.

“What do you want now, baby?” Lamar asked Susan, now towering behind her.

Unsure what he was getting at, she answered with the first thing that came to her.

“I want… you.”

“What part of me makes you lose control?” he pressed further, reaching around to massage her pussy.

“Your… tool.”

“You mean my big cock?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“So tell me what you want,” he goaded.

“I want your… big cock.”

“That’s right, you do,” he chuckled. “Here it comes now.”

Ted’s pulse kicked higher as Lamar guided himself between her thighs and slid into her from behind. The sound of their wet bodies meeting filled the room, along with Susan’s breathy moans and Lamar’s low grunts.

“Damn, this white pussy is so good,” Lamar growled.

It didn’t last long—just a few powerful minutes before Lamar held her hips tight and groaned through another climax, burying himself deep inside her.

He stayed there for a moment, both of them panting under the hot spray, then finally eased out. Susan shut off the water, and Lamar took a towel from the rack. Instead of handing it to her, he began dabbing her skin dry, moving slowly from shoulders to calves. When he was done, he used the same towel to pat himself down before they stepped out together.

In the main room, Susan dropped her towel and lay back naked on the bed, still flushed and smiling. Lamar dressed leisurely, glancing between them. “Listen, I’m not here to cause trouble in your marriage,” he said evenly. “You’ve got something good—I’m not trying to take her from you. But if you ever want to… explore again, I’d be happy to help.”

Ted looked at Susan. She met his gaze, a small, curious smile on her lips. “We’ll talk about it,” Ted said finally.

Lamar grinned, shook Ted’s hand firmly, then leaned down to kiss Susan gently on the mouth. “Hope I see you both in the gym tomorrow morning,” he murmured.

Susan didn’t hesitate. “We’ll be there.”

Lamar winked at them both before letting himself out, the soft click of the door leaving a charged silence behind.

Ted closed the door behind Lamar and locked it, leaning there for a moment as if catching his breath after a marathon. Susan was still stretched out on the bed, hair damp, body glowing from the shower, the sheets slightly rumpled from the night’s activities.

He sat on the edge of the bed beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “How are you feeling?”

She exhaled slowly, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Sore. Really sore.” Her hand slid over his thigh, giving him a small squeeze. “But… Ted, I can’t remember the last time I felt so… complete.”

“Complete?” he asked, his voice gentle, curious.

She nodded. “Like I was wanted… fully. No rush, no hesitation. Just… taken care of.” Her gaze softened. “And knowing you were there—watching—made it even better. Like we were in it together.”

Ted’s chest tightened. “So you think it was a good thing?”

Susan’s smile grew faint but certain. “Yes. I was nervous going in, but Lamar was… respectful, patient. I felt safe the whole time. And you…” she touched his cheek, “…you were amazing. You didn’t shy away. You stayed with me in it.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, their eyes locked, before Ted asked, “Do you think you’d want to see him again?”

Susan’s brow furrowed slightly in thought. “I think so. I mean, I’m not saying I want this to happen all the time, but… if it’s with him, and if you are okay with it—maybe.” She gave a small laugh. “But man, he’s got stamina for days. I could barely keep up.”

Ted chuckled, shaking his head.

“And...” he started with hesitation, “what about his… size?”

Susan thought for a moment, knowing full well this may be a sensitive topic for her husband.

“Well,” she began, “I mean, the stretch was intense and… he did make me cum with it.” She shrugged, cloaking her true enthusiasm at the discovery that size did apparently matter.

Ted nodded thoughtfully. “Okay,” he murmured.

After a few quiet moments, he said, “You definitely got me excited, watching you with him. Could we…?”

She shifted onto her side, resting her head on her hand. “Not tonight. I’m not sure I could walk if I tried.”

“That bad, huh?”

“That good,” she corrected, her voice dropping into a sultry purr.

Her eyes traveled down his body, and she saw the faint outline of his arousal through his shorts. With a lazy smile, she pushed herself up, kneeling between his legs. “I can’t give you the whole package right now,” she murmured, “but I can still take care of you.”

Ted’s breath caught as she tugged his shorts and briefs down, wrapping her soft, warm hand around him. She lowered her mouth over him in one slow, deliberate motion, her tongue swirling along the underside. It had been too long since she’d done this, and Ted’s hands instinctively found her hair, fingers curling gently.

Susan kept her pace unhurried, savoring his quiet groans and the way his thighs tensed beneath her touch. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deep, then pulling back with a slick glide before swallowing him again.

It didn’t take long. Ted’s hips flexed, his grip in her hair tightening as he groaned her name, spilling into her mouth. She stayed there until his release tapered off, then sat back, licking her lips with a small, satisfied grin.

He pulled her up beside him, kissing her forehead before wrapping her in his arms. “I love you, Susan.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, curling against his chest.

They lay there in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, Susan’s breathing slowing as her body relaxed fully for the first time in ages. Her last thought before drifting off was simple and warm—she felt utterly satisfied, in a way she hadn’t in years.

They fell asleep quickly, into a deep and restful slumber.

——

The fitness center smelled faintly of fresh towels and eucalyptus. Susan stepped inside, scanning the rows of machines and free weights, and spotted Lamar instantly. He was at the cable machine, his muscles flexing beneath a fitted black sleeveless shirt. When he turned and saw her, his smile was immediate—broad, warm, and almost enough to make her forget they weren’t alone.

They walked toward each other, their eyes locking in that private way that made her pulse skip. It took effort not to fall into his arms. Instead, she gave a small, contained smile, and he mirrored it with a subtle nod, as if to say, I see you.

“Morning, beautiful,” he said in a low tone, glancing briefly toward the others in the room. “Where’s Ted?”

Susan’s heart gave a pleased little thump at his interest. “Still in bed,” she said softly. “We talked last night, and again this morning. We’re both… very happy.”

Lamar’s expression warmed even more. “Glad to hear it,” he said, and she could feel the sincerity in his voice.

He guided her toward an open area near the mirrors. “Let’s start you with something light. We’ll save your energy.” His hands were gentle but confident on her hips and shoulders as he helped her into position for stretches, then moved her through a short circuit—light weights, some resistance bands, and a bit of core work. Each brush of his fingers left a faint electric trace on her skin, hidden in plain sight.

When they were done, Lamar handed her a towel. “You and Ted got any plans for today?”

She shook her head, catching her breath. “He wants to rest. Said I can do whatever I want.”

That slow, knowing smile spread across his face. “In that case… how about some early lunch, and then I’ll take you to see my headquarters across town?”

Susan didn’t even try to hide her excitement. “I’d love that.”

“Good.” He gestured toward a hallway at the back. “Ladies’ locker room’s over there. Freshen up and change—meet me in the lobby when you’re ready.”

Her pulse picked up as she turned to go, imagining the possibilities in the hours ahead.

——-

In the locker room, Susan pulled out her phone and typed a quick message to Ted, telling him about the plan for the afternoon and promising to keep him posted.

When she stepped into the lobby, Lamar was already there, waiting like he owned the space. He guided her through the glass doors to the driveway where an electric blue BMW M8 convertible idled, top down, the desert sun glinting off its curves. A porter stood by, holding the passenger door open. Susan slipped into the low leather seat, still marveling at the car’s sleek lines. Lamar handed the porter some cash, slid behind the wheel, and the powerful engine purred to life.

“Wow,” she said, running her fingers along the stitching in the seat. “This is… gorgeous.”

He grinned. “Fitness business is good.”

They pulled out into the open desert, warm wind rushing past. Conversation flowed easily—about the night before, what she had enjoyed most, the way he had guided her, and the thrill she’d felt with Ted watching. As they left the city and the open desert stretched ahead of them, Lamar glanced over at her with a knowing smile.

“You ever been with a black man before last night?” Lamar asked her bluntly.

Her face slightly flushing, she answered, “No.”

“And?” he grinned at her, his sunglasses hiding his curious eyes.

“I… don’t know if it had anything to do with race,” she answered, choosing her words carefully. “But… I have to admit… last night was incredible.”

Lamar nodded his satisfaction with her answer.

He added, “You ever heard of the term ‘bull’ before?” he asked.

Susan shook her head. “Not really. Not in… this kind of context.”

He chuckled. “A bull is a man—like me—who has sex with married women, usually with the husband’s consent. It’s part of a bigger thing called ‘cuckoldry.’ The husband’s called the cuckold, and the woman’s called a hotwife. It’s not just random cheating—it’s something couples agree on, and they do it for all kinds of reasons. For some, it’s the excitement. For others, it’s about the wife getting everything she needs, while the husband gets turned on watching or hearing about it later.”

Susan’s eyebrows lifted, the new terms rolling around in her mind. “So… this is… like… a real lifestyle?”

“Oh, it’s definitely real,” Lamar said, his tone rich with certainty. “Plenty of couples live it full-time. They might go to parties, meet other couples, have regular bulls. Some keep it private, some put it all out there. The important part is that everyone’s in on it, and everyone’s getting something out of it.”

Susan leaned back in her seat, feeling a warm tingle low in her stomach. She hadn’t realized that what she and Ted had experienced the night before fit into something bigger—something with rules, a culture, even a name.

“That’s… actually really interesting,” she said quietly. “It’s like… we’re not the only ones.”

“You’re definitely not the only ones,” Lamar replied, giving her a slow, knowing look before turning his eyes back to the road.

Susan stared out at the horizon, a small smile tugging at her lips. She made a mental note to tell Ted everything Lamar had just told her—every word of it.

They stopped at a roadside burger shack, ordering two thick shakes—strawberry for her, cookies & cream for him. “Plenty of calories,” he said with a smirk. “Might need the energy later.”

By the time they reached his headquarters, Susan was already impressed. The building rose like a modern fortress—two stories of glass and steel. Inside, the larger, gleaming gym hummed with activity. Trainers, staff, and clients greeted Lamar warmly, many casting curious, knowing glances at Susan. Motivational phrases lined the walls, some with suggestive undertones that made her cheeks warm.

Upstairs, he led her past the indoor track to a glass-walled office with a nameplate: Lamar Peterson. The walls inside held trophies, framed jerseys, and autographed Raiders memorabilia. Lamar sank into the leather chair behind his desk, tapped a control, and a sensual hip hop beat flowed through the ceiling speakers. Another button press and the glass walls turned opaque.

“Strip for me,” he said.

Her pulse spiked. “Oh. I’ve never…”

“Let the music lead you,” he encouraged.

Slowly, she obeyed—sliding her t-shirt up, peeling her shorts down, moving in rhythm until she stood in just her white cotton panties. Turning away from him, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband and eased them down, letting them fall to the floor. She stood naked in his office, feeling the thrill of being completely hidden yet completely exposed to him.

He rose, walked around the desk, and bent her over it. His mouth found her instantly, tasting her until she gasped and bucked against him. Her climax came hard and sudden.

“Stay like that,” he murmured. She heard his shorts fall, then felt the thick press of him between her cheeks. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna take me this sweet white pussy,” he growled.

His racially-charged comment took her by surprise, but added to her anticipation.

He lifted her right leg onto the desk and pushed in slowly, stretching her until she adjusted, then drove into her with harder, deeper strokes. 

“Oh fuck yes, this white MILF pussy feels so tight,” he grunted.

Susan moaned at the incredible new but now familiar sensations. She knew what “MILF” meant, but never thought of herself in that way. But here was someone who did, and seemed to like her for it!

His dirty talk, laced with raceplay, and the suggestive lyrics in the sensual rhythm of the music, pushed her arousal to dizzying heights. She came again, shuddering around him, before he let out a deep roar and filled her with hot release.

As they dressed, she searched for her panties. Lamar held them up with a grin. “Mine now.” He lifted them to his nose, inhaled, and stuffed them in his pocket.

“That’s sick,” she laughed, though the thought of walking out without them made her knees feel weak.

Stepping out of the office, her mind tricked her into assuming everyone that looked at her knew she was not wearing any underwear and she couldn’t wait to get out to the car!

Meanwhile, Lamar took his time to say goodbye or fist bump seemingly everyone they encountered.

Once in the car, her phone buzzed—an AirDrop from Lamar. She opened it, only to freeze. It was their entire encounter, shot from multiple hidden angles, set to the same music. She glanced at him, half-shocked.

“For us,” he said simply. “Just you, me, and Ted.”

Her heart raced. She realized she hadn’t updated Ted in a while, so she quickly texted him an apology and forwarded the video. His reply came back almost immediately: A little worried, but I understand. Appreciate the update.

As they drove, the sun was hanging low in the sky. Lamar asked if she and Ted would meet him at the breakfast buffet—where they first met—tomorrow morning before they went home. Susan said she assumed they would, but would need to confirm with Ted and would confirm before tomorrow.

Back at the hotel, she kissed Lamar goodbye, promising to confirm breakfast in the morning. In the suite, she greeted Ted warmly and told him everything, right down to the missing panties. They watched the video together, Susan adding commentary, her gratitude for his support overflowing. They agreed to meet Lamar for breakfast and to keep seeing him in the future. Later, curled in bed with a romantic movie playing, they drifted off in each other’s arms.

——-

The next morning, they moved around the suite in a quiet rhythm, folding clothes and zipping bags. The sunlight poured through the curtains, warm and unhurried, but there was a weight to it—a bittersweet pull. They were thrilled at what they’d discovered together, the unspoken promise of a new chapter in their marriage, yet Susan felt a small ache knowing they would soon be parting from Lamar.

When they stepped into the breakfast area, they spotted him immediately, seated at the same table where they’d first met. His smile widened as they approached.

“Morning,” he said, gesturing for them to sit. “I’ve been thinking… I might open another gym, this one in Southern California. Been looking at houses near the beach, too.”

Susan pictured him there instantly—sun on his skin, ocean breeze through open windows—and felt a pang of longing.

Lamar’s gaze moved between them. “I’ve immensely enjoyed getting to know you both. I’m looking forward to hearing from you again.”

Ted’s reply came without hesitation. “You will. This weekend has been life-changing for both of us.”

Susan nodded quickly, her agreement shining in her eyes.

When the plates were cleared, Ted stood and clasped Lamar’s hand in a firm, lingering shake. “Thank you—for everything.”

Lamar rose to embrace Susan. It was a deep, familial hug, one that stopped just shy of a kiss but carried all the warmth in the world.

He stayed at the table as they walked out into the morning sun, watching them until they disappeared into the bright Vegas day.

——-

The drive home was unhurried, the Nevada desert stretching endlessly on either side of the highway. The weekend’s events seemed to replay in both their minds, each memory sparking another smile, another glance across the center console.

Susan broke the comfortable silence first. “You know… sharing me with Lamar did two things for me.” She looked over, her voice soft but steady. “First, it gave me a kind of sexual satisfaction I didn’t even realize I was missing. And second… it showed me how much you love me. Letting me experience that, trusting me—it’s only made me love you more. It’s ironic, but it’s actually strengthened our marriage.”

Ted reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze. “That’s exactly what I hoped for.”

By the time they pulled into their driveway, the afternoon light was mellow and golden. They carried their bags inside with the slow, tired movements of people who had wrung every ounce of energy out of their weekend.

“Mom will bring the kids home in about an hour,” Susan said, setting her suitcase near the stairs. Then she glanced at Ted with a sheepish smile. “I already miss him.”

Ted’s grin turned sly. “I figured you might.” He opened the refrigerator, reached in, and pulled out a cucumber, waggling his eyebrows as he held it up for her to see.

Susan laughed in mock outrage. “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me,” he said with a smirk.

She squealed and darted for the stairs, giggling as Ted followed close behind. The click of the bedroom door echoed through the quiet house.

TO BE CONTINUED…