Amanda let the warmth of the cascading water engulf her body and senses as Darius’ touch caressed her hips, moving up to cup her breasts. She leaned her head back to rest against the top of his chest while he pinched her nipples from behind.

They knew they only had just enough time for this quickie in her shower on this Saturday afternoon, as Steve had taken their kids out to see the latest superhero movie. Even though Amanda enjoyed those types of films, she made an excuse to “get a report started” for work. Steve never asked any questions every time she made an excuse to see Darius, making their passionate year-long affair all the more easy. And it helped that Darius lived a few doors down and across the street!

It had been three months since Darius brought his old Army buddy Rick “Rock” over to her house for a quick threesome, and she had not forgotten the fact that they very nearly got caught in the act when Steve returned home from watching the big fight at his friend’s house sooner than expected! She had vowed to herself that night never to use her house for her hookups with Darius unless it was nearly impossible for them to get caught (such as Steve being out of town for a couple days). But since then, she had widened the radius around her home in their tracking app, and always quickly added the location Steve was going so she would get notified when he arrived there, and when he left, and have plenty of advance notice before he got home. That was all Darius’s idea, and it did give her some sense of assurance.

Amanda was well past feeling guilty. Even though she still loved her husband and wouldn’t want to lose her family, she could not deny the way Darius made her feel special during their physical encounters. It wasn’t romantic “love” between them—they were both still committed to not falling into that sticky situation—but it was the most basic, carnal lust between an Adonis of a man and his beautiful paramour.

But in this moment, in her warm and steamy shower with her strong and amorous lover standing behind her, testosterone oozing from his pores, those thoughts were far from Amanda’s mind. Goosebumps washed over her body when Darius bent his head down and kissed her neck, then nibbled her ear as his fondling of her breasts continued. She could feel his hardness at her lower back, and she reached behind her to stroke it.

Soon, he turned Amanda around to face him and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.

Amanda knelt down in front of him, stroking his gorgeous lady-pleaser while looking up at him before opening her mouth and taking his tool into it. She remembered how challenging that was for her a year ago when their affair first began, but now it was a well-practiced muscle memory. 

She pushed her mouth over his shaft slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with her lover.

Darius always had amazing stamina, able to hold back his release for several minutes while still expressing his pleasure with her oral actions.

Soon, he pulled her up and kissed her again before turning her around and kneeling behind her, spreading her ass open and pressing his face into her femininity.

Amanda had learned about Darius’s excellent oral skills on the day they first made love in her bed, when he came over to fix her leaking tub—the very one they were sharing their passion in now! 

A powerful orgasm was building in her folds, and when it hit her, she collapsed onto Darius’s face with sharp cries. His strong arms and neck were able to absorb her weight, and Darius loved the response he had drawn from her!

Coming down off of her climax, Amanda stood again, but before she could do anything else, Darius gently pushed her top torso down. Her cheek and raised palms touched the smooth, cool tile as she felt the head of her lover’s fat cock press at her entrance. Her chest was still heaving from her peak only moments ago, and yet the now-familiar sensation of being stretched was driving her into a new euphoria!

And yet her vagina continued to stretch and be filled by the thick black snake that Darius was blessed with. Amanda smiled at the thought that it also belonged to her!

She could feel the tip of his head bump against her cervix before pulling back. Almost pulling out, he plunged his shaft back into her slick hole, and picked up the pace of his thrusting until he drove her to a mind-shattering vaginal orgasm—a distinctly different sensation than the clitoral one she had a few minutes ago. Darius was the only man who could give her these special orgasms, and she was addicted to them!

Still, Darius continued his pumping of Amanda’s snatch, driven on by her vaginal walls clamping down from her climax. He was getting close now, and his grunts indicated his readiness at the edge.

Then, with one final, violent thrust and loud shout, he gripped her hips tightly and emptied his seed into her depths. She could feel the warmth fill her space, accompanied by his powerful twitching cock still buried inside her. She reached her arm backward and around his neck, turning her head as he breathlessly kissed her cheek.

Still panting, he withdrew his cock from her warmth, leaving her temporarily gaping. Looking down, she could see his essence dripping in large clumps onto the tub’s floor and running down the drain with the water.

She turned and they kissed tenderly, their arms wrapped around each other, and the water streaming from the showerhead and onto their naked bodies adding to their mutual caressing and the warm afterglow.

”Mmm, thank you,” she purred, laying the side of her head against his chest.

”I love fucking you,” he answered in a low, quiet voice.

She chuckled slightly. “Mmm, the feeling is definitely mutual!”

After a few moments of embracing, Amanda turned and twisted the handle to turn the water off. She grabbed a couple towels she had already hung beforehand and gave one to Darius. They dried themselves, and each other.

They walked over to the bed, where their clothes were piled. Darius grabbed her panties before she could. Lifting the gusset to his nose, he inhaled with a smile and said, “Mmm, that’s my pussy! I’ve always wanted to keep a pair of your worn panties. I’ll give them back to you clean after a while.”

Amanda gave a curious look and laughed at the weirdness of his apparent fetish.

”Umm, you can keep them,” she smiled.

She grabbed a clean pair from a drawer and stepped into them, then finished putting her casual clothes back on. Darius did the same, slipping her panties into his pocket.

They stepped toward each other again, embraced, and kissed before Darius let himself out downstairs.

About forty-five minutes later, Steve and the kids returned from their movie. Amanda enjoyed watching her kids recreate their favorite scenes. 

Steve kissed Amanda sweetly on the forehead, asking her if she enjoyed the quiet time.

She just smiled and answered, “It was heavenly and… productive,” she added, indicating her “report,” about which she could pass a polygraph test, despite also referring to her time with Darius.

A week later while at work, Amanda received a private message from Darius on their secret messaging app.

BIG D: My bike club has our annual weekend retreat in a couple weeks. Lots of playtime. You game?

AMANDA: Spend a whole weekend with you and a biker gang? That could be very hot…

AMANDA: But, I can’t go. My niece’s high school graduation is that weekend. Sorry!

BIG D: (Sad face emoji)

AMANDA: I know. I’m sorry!

BIG D: A few of ‘em are staying the night at my house that Thursday night before we go. You wanna come over that night to “meet” them? (Wink emoji)

AMANDA: You are persistent, aren’t you? 

BIG D: I’m just hot with the idea of watching you at the center of a gangbang. Almost happened at that party where you met LUX.

AMANDA: You and your dirty mind! Don’t forget when your Army buddy Rock was visiting.

BIG D: Threesomes aren’t gangbangs. And don’t tell me you aren’t curious to try it! What do you say?

AMANDA: Weeknight. Everyone’s home at my house. Couldn’t get away. But anyway, I don’t know if I’m ready for that.

BIG D: (Thumbs down emoji)

AMANDA: BUT… what if I took the next day off? I could come over and make y’all breakfast before you head out. No time for a gangbang since I’m sure you’re leaving early and I couldn’t come over until after the kids are at school and Steve is at work.

AMANDA: But maybe you & I could sneak away somewhere in your house and I could give you a bj while you tell me all you dream about with the gangbang. (Wink emoji)

AMANDA: IF you’re a good boy! (Devil grin emoji)

BIG D: It’ll be hard, but I’ll do my best! (Wink emoji) Sounds like a plan, baby. The guys will be happy to meet you anyway, even if we don’t have time for anything else!

Amanda “hearted” his last message and put her phone face down on her desk, smiling to herself.

On the Thursday Darius had mentioned a few days later, Amanda and her family were sitting down to dinner when they heard the loud rumbling of several motorcycles rolling down their street. Steve tossed his fork down onto his plate and it landed with a clatter. But it was barely even heard by the family as the kids ran to the window to see what was making that loud noise. Her son was jumping up and down with excitement at the sight of the four shiny bikes as they rolled past their house. Steve and Amanda also looked out the window, and her heart was racing with excitement and her crotch tingling, like a Pavlovian response. Steve just shook his head in disgust as they watched the bikes all park in front of Darius’s house. 

“Damn nuisance,” he complained. “I ought to call the city about noise pollution!”

Amanda giggled at the ridiculousness of his threat. “Really? The guy doesn’t have the right to have his biker friends over for a short stay? The police would tell you to chill the hell out.”

She was surprised at her bold defense of her secret lover, and hoped she hadn’t gone too far to raise Steve’s suspicions. She was relieved when it didn’t seem to. Instead, Steve calmed down at the reasonable comment from his wife.

Steve sat back down at the table but Amanda and her sons lingered a few seconds longer.

Once everyone was seated again, Amanda reminded Steve that she had taken tomorrow off to get some things done around the house.

Steve acknowledged it and apologized for not getting the air filter changed sooner.

Amanda was touched at his sensitivity, further endearing himself to her just as she was having carnal thoughts about Darius.

”That’s very sweet of you to remember,” she smiled. “I don’t have a problem doing that tomorrow,” she added.

”Nah, I’ll do it tonight. One less thing for you, right?” He grinned.

”Thank you,” she beamed, reaching across to take his hand and squeezing it gently. 

Amanda had experienced these conflicting emotions before, and always came back to separating her true love from her need for physical gratification. Still, she was grateful for the good man she had married, and hoped that when the time came to confess her affair with Darius, that he would understand and not leave her.

The next morning, Amanda took a long bath to please Darius as Steve left for work. She groomed her pubic hair into a landing strip, shaving the rest away until she was silky smooth!

Wearing a simple white T-shirt and gray gym shorts, Amanda drove the kids to school, her private thoughts almost distracting her. She really hoped she could give Darius a proper sendoff later this morning without his guests knowing.

Getting back home, Amanda did a few more touch-ups of her makeup and hair while looking at the mirror, smiling at her reflection. Then she grabbed a grocery bag from the garage and pulled a dozen eggs, grated cheese, and English muffins from the refrigerator, placing them in the bag before almost skipping out the door and walking down to Darius’s house.

As she approached his front door, she could already hear the noisy guests laughing inside. She rang the doorbell, and the men seemed to quiet down slightly in reaction. She heard someone shout, “Hey, D, someone’s at your door!”

A few seconds later, Darius was standing at his open door, smiling. He took the bag from Amanda and gave her a warm hug.

”You look great,” he commented.

”Ugh. Thank you,” she chuckled nervously. “Only you would think so in these clothes!”

”Come on in,” he gestured inside. “The guys are anxious to meet you.”

With slight apprehension, Amanda stepped over the threshold into the familiar settings of Darius’s usually empty home.

She saw the four guests, all standing in the kitchen or breakfast nook,  turn and smile at her as she made her entrance. Two were Black, one was white, and the last appeared to be Native American.

”Hey there, beautiful!” One of them called to her.

“Um… hi,” she replied bashfully.

”Uh, Big D, is this the lady you’ve been bragging to us about?” said another. She recognized his as the voice that called for Darius to answer the door a few moments ago.

Uncharacteristically sheepishly, Darius admitted, “This is the one.”

Amanda looked up at him as he stood behind her, smiling and nudging him with her elbow as if to say, “You told them about me?”

He just shrugged in response.

Amanda noticed them all wearing matching black leather vests with matching back patch logos reading, “The Midnight Crankers.” The name was both dangerous and a little bawdy and suggestive.

Then he introduced her to the guys, and her to each of them.

First, she met Boone, the Native American. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and raised her hand to kiss it when they met.

Next, she met Keshaun, one of the Black guys. He was also tall but more lanky and fit, like a basketball player.

Then she met Jaxon, the other Black man. He was built similarly to Darius, tall and muscular, but clean-shaven and with short cornrows.

Last, she met Buck, the only white guy among them. He was the shortest of the bunch, and clearly the oldest. He had long graying brown hair in a braid and a long goatee. They all called him “Uncle Buck,” she assumed for his age and referring to the classic comedy of the same name.

Darius placed the items from her bag on the counter and said the guys were hungry and were looking forward to her breakfast.

“‘Specially them buns,” Buck joked. 

Amanda smiled but ignored the suggestive comment as she pulled a pan from the cabinet and warmed it on the stove.

She made scrambled eggs with cheese and toasted English muffins for the guys. After they had all been served, she made a small plate for herself and joined them at the dining room table.

Amanda enjoyed the comfortable and sometimes charged banter, and all of them complimented her delicious eggs. 

Keshaun, the one built like a basketball player, said to Darius, “Bro, your lady is stone-cold nails.”

Darius could tell by her confused expression that she wasn’t sure whether Keshaun was complimenting her or… she honestly had no idea what he meant.

”He’s saying you’re beautiful,” Darius translated.

The others murmured their agreement.

Blushing, Amanda thanked them.

Then she wondered if, in his comments about her before she got here, Darius had mentioned she was married and cheating on her husband. She hoped he didn’t.

”Yo, is this the one that LUX wrote that song about?” Jaxon asked. Then she really blushed!

”Mmm-hmm!” nodded Darius.

”Damn, that was a hot story, baby,” Jaxon added.

Amanda wasn’t sure what to say, so she just kept looking down at her plate, playing with her eggs with her fork.

”Shit, any chance we could get a lil taste, baby?” he asked.

Amanda looked at Darius for guidance, but he wasn’t helping. He just smiled and nodded at her.

”Well, I… uh… thought you guys had to hit the road,” she stuttered nervously.

”Hell, if it means spending a little special time with a gorgeous specimen like you, the fuckin’ road can wait,” Buck chortled.

Great, she thought. She didn’t plan on doing this today. She knew a gangbang would be messy and thought she’d just be giving Darius a blowjob somewhere private before they all left. She wasn’t sure she was mentally prepared for this. But she knew at this point, the only thing that would stop it from happening now would be her saying, “No, thank you.” Yet she could tell Darius was anxious to share her with them, probably like sharing a good meal, she reasoned. His depraved mind never ceased to amaze her.

She sighed in resignation. 

“Well, I suppose there’s no turning back now, is there?” she asked rhetorically.

“I guess not,” grinned Keshaun.

Amanda rolled her eyes, extending her arms outward as if to say, “Here I am. Come and take me.”

Jaxon stood first, approaching where Amanda sat at the table. Darius stood and placed himself behind her chair, like a guardian to make sure nothing happened that she was not comfortable with. She was grateful for his presence. This technically was her first “gangbang,” as the closest she’d come before was at the lifestyle party Darius had taken her to a few months ago, where two guys took her together. But this was something entirely different, and she wasn’t sure what to expect.

Jaxon leaned down to kiss her and she allowed it, returning the kiss. Amanda could feel Darius’s hands on her shoulders now. He began massaging them, which helped relax her.

As she was kissing Jaxon, someone came up behind her and pulled her t-shirt up over her head, revealing her white lace bra and giving everyone a better look at the shape of her tits.

Amanda opened her eyes to find she was surrounded by all five men. Boone and Buck were on either side of her, fondling her covered breasts. Jaxon had stepped back and was now taking his leather vest and shirt off. Her breath hitched slightly at his very toned physique.

“Let’s move this to the living room, baby,” Darius suggested, gently tugging on her arm.

Amanda stood, leading the way she knew very well for a few steps. 

Darius directed everyone to sit on the sofa. A couple of them sat on the cushions while another two sat on the padded armrests. He led Amanda to the center, having her stand in front of the TV.

“Give the boys a show,” he encouraged her, as he turned on a streaming Hip Hop channel on the TV.

Smiling and slightly embarrassed, Amanda began to sway her hips to the beat of the music, eliciting whistles, hoots and catcalls from her audience. She began moving her hands over her torso, sliding them up from her hips to her ribcage to cupping her bra before moving them back down her tummy and rubbing her crotch over her cotton shorts.

“Show us that ass, baby!” Buck shouted.

Amanda smirked and turned away from the men, looking over her shoulder and hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down slowly, teasingly, revealing her white panties. The men erupted in glee!

Kicking her shorts off her feet, she wagged her hips as she spun around front and back again, bending over as she slid her panties down to her ankles. The men murmured their approval at the sight of her beautiful, round “mommy ass” and the peek at her labia between her cheeks.

Standing again and facing the group, revealing her landing-strip-trimmed mound, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall free and revealing her luscious round breasts. She was now completely nude before a group of strange men, known only to her lover.

Darius invited Amanda to the couch, reaching out to guide her by the hand as the others stood and began stripping off their clothes.

Amanda laid back on the sofa, its warm leather sticking to her skin. She felt so sexy and now emotionally ready for her first gangbang! She caressed her body with her hands while the men prepared to ravage her.

Boone and Jaxon bent over her, caressing and fondling her breasts, and teasing her nipples with their lips and tongues.

Buck was the first to kneel on the floor between her legs, kissing up her thighs until he found her warm center. He probed her with his nose, lips and tongue, pressing them into her folds, clit, and slick sex.

“Mmm, so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmured.

Amanda began to pant as she saw Jaxon standing over her, his heavy cock bobbing in his hand, inviting her to play with it. She reached up and began to stroke its soft length, and she could feel it hardening to her touch. He squatted, putting it on her lips, and she opened her mouth reflexively, taking him inside it.

Her eyes now closed, Amanda focused on the sensations of Buck’s mouth pleasing her cunt while Jaxon’s now fully erect cock slid back and forth in her salivating cavity.

Soon, her hips were gyrating wildly on Buck’s face as he brought her to an intense climax. She moaned loudly around Jaxon’s meat as Buck climbed over her and slipped his manhood between her folds. He began pumping her hard, without a hint of romance or tenderness. He just went for it! 

Meanwhile, Jaxon withdrew from her mouth, and Boone took his place.

In moments, Buck had pulled out of her and erupted a warm load onto her tummy!

Before anyone took any time or care to clean her off, Keshaun was mounting her, also fucking her with abandon. Sucking Boone, Amanda mused that the sex felt good, but she definitely preferred the slow buildup approach that Darius usually took. Still, this was overall a fun new experience.

But out of the blue, her body decided to respond before her brain did as a vaginal orgasm radiated through her body! She let out three loud involuntary cries to accompany her climax. He was now only the second man who could bring such a response from her body!

Moments later, Keshaun withdrew and spilled his batter onto her mound and lower stomach, some of it overlapping Buck’s.

Just then, Boone tensed and shot his load into Amanda’s mouth. She swallowed as much of it as she could, but some spilled from her lips and down her chin.

Next up was Jaxon. He turned Amanda onto her side, lifted her right leg, and plowed into her. She let out a long moan at his size, similar to Darius, but shorter. 

As Jaxon was thrusting with a steady rhythm, Darius approached Amanda’s head, waving his cock in her face. She wasted no time opening her mouth for him, and he pushed inside her oral cavity.

Just as Amanda felt another orgasm beginning to gain momentum, she felt Jaxon pull out and shoot his load all over her inner thigh. 

As everyone was coming down from their passionate climaxes, a familiar voice ordered Amanda to “assume the position.” It was Darius, and she knew what that meant.

Rolling over and putting her ass up on her knees and her head and upper torso down, Amanda was ready for her favorite man in the room!

She felt his hands grip her hips as his cock head pushed into her from behind. She felt so full! Even among four other men, his shaft was still easily the biggest in the room. But with all the prior action, his first thrust was an easy, smooth glide.

He began pistoning back and forth, gradually increasing the pace, as he always did with perfect rhythm!

Amanda could feel another vaginal orgasm building as Darius began some dirty banter, something he didn’t always do. But when he did, it drove Amanda wild.

“Yeah, look at dat white mommy ass pushin’ back on dis real man’s dick,” he grunted.

He continued, “Whose white pussy dis?”

“Yours,” Amanda whimpered.

“The boys can’t hear you!” he bellowed.

“It’s yours!” Amanda cried. “It’s your white pussy!”

“Yeah, you damn right it is! And guess who loves dat white pussy? Huh? Tell me,” he goaded.

“You love my white pussy,” she declared.

“Dat’s right,” he said, breathlessly.

Amanda finally came loudly, her cries echoing throughout the house.

The onlookers in various stages of dress clapped and shouted their approval.

Then, as if on cue, Darius stiffened and buried his cock to the hilt as he shot rope after rope deep into her sopping sex! He roared his climax, as a lion claiming his mate.

He withdrew, his chest glistening with sweat, and looked at the carnally filthy, incredibly sexy sight before him: a heaving, married woman on all fours, her gaping cunt spilling his seed onto his sofa cushions, and his comrades’ cum dripping off her tummy, adding to the mess.

Soon, Amanda was reclining in the sofa, her body a painted mess, a display of the dirty deed that had just occurred in Darius’s living room.

The men got dressed as she watched them, smiling admiringly as she caught her breath.

Darius, in total contrast to the dirty “Mr. Hyde” from moments ago, approached and sat next to her, tenderly stroking her arm as he stared into her eyes with total dedication.

“We’ve got to go,” he said quietly.

“I know. But look at me. I’m a mess!” she chuckled.

“Yes, you are,” he smiled. “But as messes go, you’re the prettiest mess I’ve ever seen!”

Touched by his sweetness, Amanda leaned in and kissed him.

As he pulled back, he said, “Take your time. Use my shower to clean up before you go home. And leave the dishes! I’ll do them when I get back.”

Amanda kissed him again, thanking him (even though she had no intention of leaving the kitchen in disarray).

Cum still drying on her body, the men gently hugged her from the shoulders, thanking her for an amazing breakfast and giving them a great sendoff before their retreat.

“You’re an amazing woman,” Buck said, “and I hope your old man knows that.”

And there it was. Now she knew Darius had shared that she was married. It triggered a powerful and unexpected emotion in her, and her heart sank in shame. As the men headed out the front door, Darius was the last to say goodbye.

“You told them I was married,” she said with a tinge of embarrassment.

“They don’t care about that. Buck’s been married three times! They’ve all been married. Some still are. And Steve is a good, if ignorant, man,” Darius reassured her. “Someone asked me point blank, so I told them. I also told them it was complicated, that you loved him, and that I was good with that.” Then he bent down and kissed her tenderly.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he grinned, patting her naked ass gently. “Enjoy the rest of your day, baby.” Then he stepped out and closed the front door behind him.

Amanda collapsed into the sofa, her face in her hands, sobbing. It was a mix of emotions: a sense of accomplishment after her first gangbang, weariness from the act, and a tinge of shame.That part caught her by surprise. She thought she was over the guilt. Why was that old feeling rearing its ugly head today, of all days? 

She was a physical and emotional mess—cum drying and gelling in all the places it had been applied to her skin during the gangbang. Sure, the sex itself had felt pleasurable to her. She had climaxed, multiple times, but it was all a little “wham-bam, thank you, ma’am.” The guys, except for Darius, seemed to have little interest in her pleasure. Or, they at least took it for granted. She trusted the strangers only because Darius was there.

Ah, Darius. So strong, so physical, always knowing just how to please her body. So tender just when he needed to be. She felt safe and satisfied with him. She now realized that she preferred the sex when it was only with him. Yet he seemed to have this proclivity for sharing her with others. She would have to talk to him about that.

She could hear the angry roar of the motorcycles fade as they left the neighborhood, and the sound alone triggered another few tears to fall from her eyes as she thought of the way that sound always annoyed Steve. She chuckled softly and sniffled at the same time.

In Darius’s shower, Amanda let the water and soap wash away her morning indiscretions. She reflected on the conflicting emotions now so familiar to her. She knew that she needed to confess to Steve soon, and she knew that might mean her life could be changing radically—either losing Darius and all the physical pleasure he brought her, or, much worse, losing Steve and possibly her kids!

She let out a loud sigh, not anxious to have that earth-shattering conversation with Steve anytime soon!

After washing the dishes and making the house look better than it had when she walked in, Amanda walked out of Darius’s house, using the key under the doormat to lock the door.

Back at her own house, Amanda kept her troubled thoughts distracted by housework until it was time to pick the kids up from school.

Then Steve came home, and it was time for dinner. Amanda was especially affectionate toward Steve all night, culminating in her promising sex the next night after their niece’s graduation, saying she was just “too worn out” tonight from the day’s activities. Steve said he was looking forward to reconnecting with his beautiful bride!

In bed, after Steve was asleep, Amanda’s mind was still racing as she considered all the ways she could someday start that inevitable confessional conversation with him. Something needed to change, or she was going to lose her mind.