It had been a month since Amanda first wrapped her arms around Darius on the back of his roaring Harley. A month since her pink satin pajamas hit the bedroom floor and she let another man—not her husband—fill her in every sense of the word.

She hadn’t been the same since.

Steve had returned from Colorado two weeks ago, full of stories about the new office build, sunburnt from his fishing side-trip with clients, and tired. Tired, but content. He never asked what Amanda had done in his absence, never looked at her sideways. He even thanked her for “holding it down.”

Amanda kissed him. Smiled. Let him slide into her one night and go through the motions.

But it was Darius she thought of when she came.

The two of them had managed to steal a few more moments together—quickies in the garage during lunch breaks, a hasty blowjob in his truck while her kids were at soccer practice. Just enough to stoke the flames. Never enough to satisfy the hunger.

Their messages grew more intense. More reckless.

“Can’t stop thinking about your mouth.”

“I miss the way you moaned for me.”

“I want to bend you over your kitchen table while your husband’s out back mowing.”

“You make me ache, Darius.”

“I’m yours. Whenever, wherever.”

Sometimes she lay awake at night, scrolling through old texts with one hand while the other drifted down beneath her panties. It scared her, how badly she wanted him. It scared her more how alive he made her feel.

Then came the invitation.

⸻

The Text

It was a Thursday afternoon when it pinged onto her phone—a calendar invite with the title:

“Nephew Carter’s 21st—BBQ @ my place. Saturday at 3:30. Stop by.”

No explanation. No small talk. Just a date and time. 

Amanda’s heart thudded. Darius never just sent her a calendar invite. She opened her planner to cross-check, already wondering what excuse she’d have to make to attend.

She didn’t have to make one.

Steve and the boys were leaving that morning for a weekend fishing trip with his friend Matt and his two sons. The entire weekend. Out of town. Zero chance of being caught.

Her fingers trembled as she tapped “Accept.” Then she sent a follow-up message.

“I’m free all weekend. And I mean completely free.”

⸻

Saturday – The Walk Across the Street

Amanda took her time getting ready. She shaved meticulously. Applied lotion. Touched up her highlights with a leave-in gloss. Her outfit was casual—just enough to say “neighbor,” not “mistress.” White shorts, snug and short. A navy-blue V-neck tee that clung just right to her chest. Her bra was thin enough to make her nipples known if anyone looked too closely. She didn’t care. She wanted Darius to notice. She wanted everyone to.

The street was already lined with cars when she stepped outside.

Darius’s garage was open, music pulsing low, smoke rising from the grill in the backyard. Amanda exhaled and began her walk across the street, trying to look casual. But heads turned.

Several of Darius’s family members and friends were outside—talking, laughing, drinking. They watched her, their eyes tracking her legs, her hips, her light skin and honey-brown hair. She felt it: the heat of being out of place. Being the white lady at the Black barbecue.

An older woman in a flowing dress intercepted her with a curious smile. Amanda smiled back nervously and offered her hand.

“I’m Amanda,” she said. “Darius invited me… I’m his neighbor. And a customer.”

“Ahh,” the woman nodded, warming. “I’m Auntie Val. Come on, honey—let’s get you to the man of the hour.”

Amanda followed her through the side gate and into the backyard.

Darius stood at the grill, flipping burgers, a white apron slung over his broad chest, black sunglasses perched on his head. He turned when he heard them—and his face broke into a slow, heated grin.

He stepped toward her, arms open.

“There she is.”

He pulled her in for a hug, holding her just a little too close. She felt his lips brush her ear.

“You look like a dream, baby.”

Amanda smiled and pulled back, cheeks flushed.

He introduced her to several people—cousins, uncles, friends. Most were friendly. Some were… curious. A few looked her up and down like they already knew what she was to him. One or two looked like they didn’t approve.

Darius didn’t care. He kept her close, handed her a beer, and whispered in her ear every chance he got.

⸻

Meeting Carter

Later, Amanda met Carter—the birthday boy. He had Darius’s jawline and easy charm, but his build was slimmer, wiry like a basketball player. He wore a gold chain over a white tee, and his smile was sweet and shy when she shook his hand.

“Happy birthday,” she said warmly.

“Thanks,” he said, glancing down at her legs. “You’re… you’re Uncle D’s neighbor?”

Amanda smirked. “I am.”

“You don’t look like any of our other neighbors.”

She laughed, and Carter flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. He was adorable. And clearly intrigued.

⸻

Winding Down

As the sun dipped, the crowd thinned. Carter’s parents hugged him goodbye, thanking Darius for letting him stay the night due to his being a little tipsy. It disappointed Amanda slightly when she heard Darius volunteer, wondering if they would need to sneak off to her house for an hour or so. More family trickled out until only the three of them remained in the backyard.

The music had turned slow. Darius handed Amanda a fresh drink, and they swayed a little together under the patio lights, the R&B crooning softly overhead.

“Feels like old times,” he murmured.

She nodded, body warm and loose with beer and anticipation. She could feel Carter’s eyes on them again from across the patio, watching them dance.

As they continued swaying, Darius leaned in again to whisper in her ear.

“I think the birthday boy is enjoying what he sees…especially the pretty white lady dancing with his big uncle.”

“Mm-hm,” was all Amanda could muster.

“I have an idea,” Darius said quietly, his eyes boring into hers. “Let’s give Carter a little show… show him what real passion is.”

Amanda’s eyebrows furrowed. “You can’t mean to actually let him watch us…”

“Sure, why not?” Darius responded nonchalantly. “He’s a man now. We’ll only let him watch. Would be hot as hell.”

“Are you serious?” She shot back, her voice low. “You’re crazy!”

“Not crazy,” he said. “He already knows about us. Why not let us be an example to him? Besides, he’s already buzzed from the alcohol tonight.”

“That’s partly what I’m afraid of,” she retorted.

“Come on,” Darius said finally. “He’ll love it, and so will you. He’ll only watch us.”

Amanda was partly turned on at the thought of being with Darius in front of someone else. She’d never done anything so brazen. But was she actually ready for that? Darius was hard to deny, that was for sure.

——-

The Hot Tub

Amanda leaned against the edge of the patio table, her beer half-finished, her limbs pleasantly loose from sun and alcohol. The house was quiet now, save for the soft thump of bass through Darius’s speakers and the distant chirp of crickets. Only Carter remained, lounging a few yards away with his legs stretched across two patio chairs, sipping from a Solo cup.

Darius was beside her, watching the water churn in his bubbling hot tub he had just activated.

“Damn thing’s been calling my name all day,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head in one easy motion. His bare chest gleamed in the patio lights—smooth, dark, carved.

Amanda raised an eyebrow. “Well go ahead then. It’s your house.”

He turned to her, grin lazy. “Wouldn’t be any fun without company.”

She tilted her head. “I didn’t bring a suit.”

“Then don’t wear one.”

She snorted, half-laughing. “Oh, that’s helpful.”

He stepped closer. “C’mon. Bra and panties are basically the same thing. You wear less at the beach.”

“Not usually next to your nephew,” she whispered, glancing over at Carter.

Darius followed her gaze, then leaned in and dropped his voice. “Come on, baby. Remember our deal.”

“Your deal,” she reminded him.

“He’s not gonna say or do anything dumb. He’s respectful—he looks up to me.”

Her cheeks flushed.

“I just…” Amanda hesitated, biting her lip. “It feels a little… exposed.”

Darius smiled gently. “Then sit on the edge. Dangle your legs. Get in slow. If you’re uncomfortable, we call it. No pressure. No eyes on you but mine.”

That wasn’t exactly comforting.

But it was Darius. And her body was already betraying her—thrumming with warmth, arousal edging into her thoughts like a tide rising higher with each word from his mouth.

She exhaled, standing up slowly. “Fine. But no funny business.”

“Never,” he said, eyes gleaming.

Amanda turned her back to him. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, her bare back glistening under the patio lights. She could feel the air brushing her skin, her white bra slightly sheer, her nipples already stiff from anticipation—or the temperature, she told herself.

She slid her shorts down next—revealing white cotton briefs, full enough to cover, snug enough to outline every curve. She felt eyes on her—Darius’s, for sure.

And Carter’s.

That part made her hesitate.

She turned slightly, watching him from the corner of her eye.

He was still lounging, still watching—but his gaze wasn’t leering. Just… wide. Curious. He looked like a boy caught watching something he wasn’t supposed to see—but couldn’t turn away from.

Her heartbeat thudded harder.

She stepped toward the spa and dipped one toe in, then the other, then slowly lowered herself into the bubbling water.

Darius joined her immediately, settling in beside her. His arm rested casually along the ledge behind her shoulders.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured.

“Shut up,” she said softly, flustered.

Carter stripped off his shirt next and walked to the edge of the tub. Amanda instinctively dipped lower into the water as he stepped in wearing only black boxer briefs. He sat across from her, arms stretched casually behind him on the ledge, legs extended.

The heat from the water, the warmth from the wine, the pulse between her thighs—it all blended into something dangerous.

Amanda shifted slightly, her thigh brushing Darius’s beneath the surface. She felt his hand graze hers under the bubbles.

His fingers laced with hers.

She gave the smallest squeeze.

It was going to be a long, hot night.

——-

The Spa, After Dark

The bubbles swirled gently around Amanda’s chest, masking her pounding heart. Darius’s hand rested on her thigh now, his fingers drawing slow, firm lines along her skin beneath the surface. She stared ahead, saying nothing, trying to pretend the heat between her legs was purely from the spa.

Carter hadn’t spoken in several minutes, though his eyes kept drifting to her, then away. Amanda caught him once—his gaze locked on the subtle outline of her breasts beneath her soaked white bra—and he flushed, looking quickly at the string lights overhead.

Darius leaned in, brushing his lips against Amanda’s temple. “You good?”

She nodded, barely.

He kissed her cheek next. Then her jawline. Then lower.

“Darius…” she whispered nervously, though she didn’t stop him.

His lips found hers.

It was slow. Deliberate. Possessive.

His mouth claimed her again with that familiar, hungry heat, and Amanda melted. She turned toward him fully, kissing him back deeply. Her hands clutched at his arms beneath the water as his tongue slid against hers. It was different, doing it like this—with Carter watching. Something about it made her tremble.

She peeked over Darius’s shoulder. Carter was still across the spa—but he was watching. Breathing deeper. Harder.

She expected Darius to pull back, to pause. But he didn’t. He tilted her chin, kissing her deeper. His free hand slipped behind her back, grazing the clasp of her bra.

“Let me,” he whispered.

She nodded.

His fingers unhooked it, slick beneath the water.

Amanda’s breath hitched as her bra loosened. The thin material floated just enough to tease her nipples free, brushing them softly with every shift of the jets. She reached up instinctively to hold it in place—but Darius gently pulled her hands away.

“Let him see,” he murmured in her ear.

Her eyes darted to Carter.

He was closer now—having slid a few feet along the bench beneath the surface. His legs were next to hers. His eyes flicked between her lips, her heaving chest, and the spot where Darius’s hand disappeared beneath the bubbles.

Amanda gasped softly as Darius’s fingers brushed over her pussy, teasing through the fabric of her panties.

“Jesus…” she whispered, hips twitching.

Then—another touch.

Light. Gentle. From the other side.

Amanda turned her head just as Carter leaned in, unsure, trembling with restraint. His lips brushed her neck—nervous, tentative.

Amanda froze.

His hand joined Darius’s under the water, cupping her breast.

“I thought you said he was only going to watch us,” she whispered to Darius.

“I… I’m sorry,” Carter breathed, eyes wide. “I can stop…”

Darius’s voice was steady, low. “He’s just curious, baby. You don’t want to turn a young man with raging hormones away now, do you?”

Amanda’s chest rose and fell with sharp breaths. “You wanted this all along, didn’t you?”

She’d never done anything like this. Not with two men. Not with someone this young.

But her body was on fire. The months of craving, of sneaking, of aching for more—she couldn’t pretend anymore.

Carter’s hand was on her thigh now. His fingers grazed the edge of her soaked panties.

Darius kissed her again, murmuring into her mouth, “Let go. You want me. You want this. You don’t have to pretend.”

Amanda whimpered—half from guilt, half from desire.

“I do want you,” she whispered. “And I… I’ve been teasing him all night.”

“You didn’t mean to,” Darius said. “But he’s a man now. He deserves something to remember on his birthday.”

Amanda turned slowly to Carter. His eyes were big, glassy with nervous lust.

She kissed him.

Gently, at first—testing herself. Then again, deeper. His hand squeezed her breast, thumb brushing her nipple. Her hips shifted forward, thighs clenching.

She felt her body tip over some invisible edge.

“Inside,” Darius said, standing slowly. “Let’s not waste this out here.”

Amanda followed, her legs shaky as she climbed out. Her bra floated in the bubbling water, forgotten. Her panties were soaked, nearly transparent against her ass. She didn’t cover herself.

Carter rose too, his boxer briefs tenting noticeably.

The three of them stepped into the house together—no words, just breath and heat.

Darius led them to the master bedroom.

Amanda paused in the doorway, chest rising and falling, every nerve alight.

She was really going to do this.

Carter stepped in behind her, uncertain but hopeful.

Darius closed the door.

——-

The Bedroom

The bedroom lights were dimmed to a golden glow. Amanda stepped inside first, water still glistening on her skin. Her soaked panties clung to the curve of her hips, the waistband low, barely concealing the aching warmth between her thighs. Her nipples, freed from the spa’s loosened bra, stood firm against the air.

She turned, watching Darius close the door behind them. Carter stood just inside, his chest rising and falling quickly, his boxer briefs stretched tight, the shape of his arousal unmistakable.

Amanda swallowed hard.

Darius stepped behind her and kissed her shoulder. “Take your time, baby.”

She reached up, fingers at the waistband of her panties, and slid them down slowly. She felt Carter’s eyes tracking every inch as the damp cotton peeled from her hips, thighs, then legs. She stepped out of them and stood completely nude.

Carter didn’t breathe.

“Your turn,” Darius said with a smirk.

Carter stripped quickly, nervously. His cock sprang free—long, slim, fully hard. He stood stiffly for a moment, unsure what to do with his hands.

Amanda sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned him forward.

He came to her like a moth to flame.

She leaned in, wrapped one hand around his shaft, and kissed the tip gently. Carter gasped, hips twitching. Amanda looked up at him, holding his eyes as she took him into her mouth.

He moaned softly, trembling under her touch. She licked up and down his length, swirling her tongue around the head, stroking the base with her hand.

“Jesus,” he whispered. “That feels… amazing.”

Darius stepped in behind her, hand on her back. “She’s got a talented mouth,” he said proudly. “But she’s just warming up.”

He crouched beside her, guiding his thick cock to her lips. Amanda turned and took Darius into her mouth next—slower, deeper. Her jaw stretched to accommodate his size. He groaned in approval as she switched between them, sucking each one in turn, her hands working rhythmically.

Carter stood frozen, watching his uncle’s thick shaft disappear into the same mouth that had just pleasured him. His eyes were wide—half disbelief, half reverence.

Darius stepped back. “Lie down, baby. Let Carter taste you.”

Amanda slid back onto the bed, parting her legs, her pussy glistening and pink with need. Carter climbed between her thighs, hesitant but eager.

His tongue touched her, awkward and unsure. He licked her like he wasn’t sure what to focus on.

Darius chuckled softly. “Nah, not like that. Watch. You want to make her come, focus on this—” He moved beside Carter and gently showed him, two fingers spreading Amanda’s folds. “Right here—her clit. Stay there. Pressure, not speed. Give her rhythm. Make her beg.”

Carter followed his lead, lips now focused. He sucked gently, tongue circling.

Amanda gasped. Her back arched.

“There you go,” Darius murmured. “She’s close. Keep going.”

Carter’s tongue worked with newfound confidence. Amanda cried out, her thighs tensing around his head.

“Oh my God—Carter—yes—right there—”

Her orgasm hit hard. Her body trembled, hands clutching the sheets, thighs clamped around Carter’s head.

Carter lifted his face slowly, eyes wide with wonder. Amanda’s juices glistened on his lips.

Darius grinned. “That your first time making a woman come?”

Carter shrugged shyly, not answering.

Amanda saw the flush in his cheeks. She smiled softly. “You did good, baby.”

The look of pride on Carter’s face was unmistakable.

Then Darius moved behind her.

He pushed her forward onto her hands and knees, ass up, face down into the sheets.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he growled.

He spread her cheeks and dove in, his tongue hot and relentless against her freshly sensitive clit. Amanda cried out again, her body still recovering from the last orgasm.

He licked her slow and deep, then fast and hungry, alternating pressure and speed until Amanda writhed against the mattress.

“Please, Darius—I need you in me.”

He stood, and with one thrust, slid deep inside her from behind.

Amanda moaned into the sheets, her fingers clawing at the fabric.

“God—you’re so big—”

Darius gripped her hips and drove into her slowly, deeply, savoring every wet, hot inch. Amanda’s body trembled beneath him, her ass bouncing with each stroke.

Carter watched from beside them, cock in hand, eyes wide.

Darius turned to him, panting. “Get behind her. Slide in when I pull out.”

Amanda gasped, lifting her head. “Wait—I—”

“You can take him,” Darius whispered, stroking her back. “I’ll guide you.”

He pulled out, and Amanda felt the sudden emptiness ache.

Then Carter was behind her, nervous again. Darius helped guide him to her entrance.

Amanda’s breath caught as Carter’s cock slid inside her—thinner than Darius, but still new. Still taboo. Still him.

Carter moaned. “Shit… you’re so wet…”

Amanda groaned into the sheets, overwhelmed, her body on fire from everything—hands, mouths, cocks. She felt Carter’s hips slap against her ass, short fast strokes, his breathing quickening.

He didn’t last long.

With a stuttering gasp, he buried himself deep and came—his body locking up, his cock twitching inside her.

He pulled out and fell back onto the bed, panting.

Darius chuckled. “It’s okay. First time with a MILF’ll do that.”

Amanda smiled weakly, still trembling.

Darius rolled her onto her back.

“I’m not done,” he said.

He kissed her deeply, then lifted her legs to his shoulders and slid back inside. Amanda cried out—sensitive, stretched, full again.

He fucked her slow, deep, making her feel every inch. Then he flipped her onto her side and entered her from behind again, his hand gripping her breast, his mouth at her neck.

He made her come once more—harder than the last.

Only then did he let himself go, groaning as he poured into her again, filling her until she overflowed.

They collapsed together—Amanda between the two of them, cum leaking from her swollen pussy, lips parted, eyes unfocused.

The room was quiet, save for their breathing.

Carter lay on his back, staring at the ceiling like his world had just shifted.

Darius kissed Amanda’s temple.

“You still okay?”

She nodded, barely able to speak.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

Then softer:

“I’ve never done anything like that.”

Darius smirked. “You did it like a pro.”

Amanda laughed breathlessly. “I think I just ruined that poor boy.”

Carter chuckled from the pillow beside her. “Nah…best birthday ever.”

——-

After the Storm

Amanda stood under the warm spray of Darius’s shower, letting the water rinse away the sweat, the cum, the chlorine, the sin.

Her fingers grazed her inner thighs, still sore from what they’d done. Her breasts were tender, her lips swollen. And her mind… racing.

She stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel, padding barefoot back into the bedroom where Darius and Carter were lounging in satisfied silence. Her bra and panties were spinning quietly in the dryer. Darius met her gaze with a calm smile. Carter looked dazed.

She sat on the edge of the bed beside Darius while Carter disappeared into the bathroom.

Her voice was low. Measured.

“Darius… we need to talk. About Carter.”

He exhaled, sensing the shift in tone. “I figured this was coming.”

“I need to know this won’t come back to bite me,” Amanda said, eyes fixed on his. “That he won’t talk. That he won’t… misunderstand what tonight meant.”

Darius reached for her hand.

“I’m gonna handle him,” he said firmly. “He respects me. He’s not stupid. I’ll make it clear—this was a birthday gift. A one-time thing. Beautiful. Private. And done.”

Amanda nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Darius squeezed her fingers. “I know you were hesitant. I’d never have let it go that far if I didn’t know you could handle it. And you did. You were… incredible.”

She gave a soft, uncertain smile.

“I just don’t want to be some cautionary tale whispered at his family cookouts.”

“You won’t be,” he said, kissing her hand. “No one will ever know unless you tell them.”

Moments later, the dryer buzzed. Amanda dressed quietly, sliding back into her now-warm bra and panties, tugging on her soft shorts and V-neck tee. Darius pulled on fresh clothes too and walked her to the door.

Outside, the neighborhood was quiet. Midnight had come and gone. Her porch light glowed warmly across the street.

At her front door, he kissed her softly.

“You have no idea what a joy it was,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Showing you off. Sharing you. Watching you let go like that.”

Amanda looked away briefly. “I’m still… processing it.”

He nodded. “I know. But I meant what I said. I’ll handle Carter. It’s done.”

She took a breath.

“And tomorrow?” he added, his voice dipping lower. “When it’s just you and me?”

Her lips curled into a small smile.

“I’d like that.”

He kissed her again. Then she slipped inside her house and quietly locked the door behind her.

Upstairs, she undressed again, slipping into her own shower for a quick rinse before crawling into bed. The house was so quiet, so normal. But inside her, nothing felt the same.

She stared at the ceiling, fingers tracing her belly.

She should feel guilt.

But all she felt was sore. And elation.

⸻

The Next Day: The Private Encore

Amanda slipped out of her house just before noon, wearing a sundress with nothing underneath.

Darius was waiting for her with lunch on the counter—barbecue leftovers, a cold beer, and that wolfish smile. Carter had left earlier that morning. The house was quiet again. Private.

Their clothes didn’t stay on long.

They started in the bedroom—Darius pressing her into the mattress, taking his time. He kissed her all over, making her come twice before even entering her. Then he bent her over the foot of the bed and fucked her hard and deep until she begged for a break.

They ate. Laughed. Touched constantly.

In the living room, he bent her over the back of the couch, her sundress flipped up, his hands gripping her hips as she moaned into a pillow.

Later, in the kitchen, he ate her out as she sat on the edge of the countertop with her legs draped over his shoulders, making her squirm and giggle. Then she straddled him on the counter, their plates pushed aside.

Then came the hammock.

As the late sun filtered through the trees in his backyard, Amanda lay nude, cradled in soft fabric, swaying gently. Darius knelt beside the hammock, kissing his way up her calves, her thighs, her belly—until he was inside her again, the gentle rocking of the hammock amplifying every motion.

She came with her hands knotted in the ropes.

It was hours before she looked at the time and gasped.

“I have to go—Steve and the boys…”

Darius pulled her in for one last kiss. “Perfect timing. I’ll walk you back.”

⸻

Amanda slipped back into her house just fifteen minutes before her family pulled into the driveway. Her hair was still damp from her quick shower. Her sundress was wrinkled, but her smile was relaxed, lazy. Satisfied.

“Hey, babe,” Steve called as he walked in, lugging a cooler and fishing rods. “Everything good here?”

Amanda turned from the kitchen sink, drying her hands.

“Perfect,” she said.

And it was.

For now.

-THE END-