It was just after 1:30 p.m. on a warm spring Friday—minimum day at the high school—and Rachel pulled into Damon’s driveway for their first weekday afternoon tryst. Nearly a week had passed since their all-day hotel rendezvous, when Brad had believed she was attending a work-related professional development workshop. That memory still stirred Rachel’s pulse, but today’s meeting had a different, more immediate energy. The thrill of sneaking away in broad daylight, lying to Brad about reviewing scripts to select the spring play, made her heart race. She had promised to be home by 5:00.

Damon greeted her at the door in athletic shorts and a white tank top. As soon as the door shut behind her, they were in each other’s arms. Rachel dropped her tote bag and kicked off her sensible flats, moaning into Damon’s mouth as he guided her backwards toward the bedroom.

Inside, she unbuttoned her light blue blouse while Damon pulled off her slacks, revealing a matching lavender bra and thong—new, lacy, and chosen with intention. Damon smiled at the sight and cupped her ass through the delicate fabric. Rachel, now barefoot and flushed, reached for his waistband and slid his shorts and briefs down together, revealing his arousal already in full bloom.

Damon led her gently onto the bed, his mouth lowering between her thighs. He hooked his fingers into her thong and peeled it away, kissing the inside of her thighs as she writhed beneath him. His tongue was slow and thorough, alternating between teasing strokes and deep pressure, flicking and circling until Rachel’s hips bucked. He inserted two fingers and curled them just so, and she cried out, clutching the sheets as her orgasm tore through her.

“Oh God… Damon… yes…” she panted, chest heaving.

He climbed up beside her, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Could eat that all day.”

Rachel giggled and pushed him onto his back. “Let me return the favor.”

She knelt beside him, taking him in her hand, then her mouth. Her tongue circled the head, lips gliding down his shaft in slow, steady bobs as she stroked the base. He moaned and laid a hand on her head, his breath ragged.

Before he could lose control, Damon gently pulled her up and rolled her onto her back. He entered her in missionary, kissing her neck and whispering into her ear. Rachel’s legs wrapped around his hips, her moans rising with each thrust.

Then came cowgirl. She straddled him, her hands on his chest, riding him with a rolling rhythm, their eyes locked as he gripped her hips. She clenched around him with each rise and fall.

Finally, he flipped her onto all fours and slid in from behind. Her cries filled the room as he held her waist, plunging deep until she reached another peak. Moments later, he growled low and thick as he came, holding himself buried deep. She gasped when she felt the familiar warmth bloom inside her.

Damon sat back on his heels as he watched his essence ooze out of Rachel’s gaping flower, trickling and pooling onto his comforter. “That never gets old,” he groaned.

They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, tangled in each other’s limbs. Rachel turned her head to him and smiled lazily.

“You make me feel like… like a real woman,” she murmured. “You know that? You touch every part of me that needs touching. And your stamina… where the hell do you get it?”

Damon chuckled and ran a hand along her thigh. “I stay motivated.”

She nuzzled into his chest, and for a while, they just breathed together.

After a few quiet minutes, Damon asked, “So… you still good for next Saturday?”

Rachel lifted her head slightly. “With… her?”

He nodded. “Sherise. Met her at the gym. She’s 26, lives with a woman but swings both ways. Real cool girl, good energy. You’d like her.”

Rachel’s nerves stirred. “You’re sure she’s… safe? And respectful?”

“She knows the deal. And she’s down. Thought she was cute, so I asked.”

Rachel bit her lip. “What’s the plan?”

“She comes here. You swing by in your yoga gear, tell Brad you’re going to a group class. We’ll meet, feel it out, no pressure. If you’re not into it, it ends there.”

Rachel nodded slowly. “Okay… I’ll think about it. But… probably yes.”

Damon smiled and kissed her forehead. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

——-

The week crawled by at a frustratingly uneven pace—hectic at work, chaotic at home, and yet excruciatingly slow in anticipation of what loomed on Saturday. Rachel’s schedule was packed: grading her students’ final monologue performances, back-to-back parent emails, and two weeknight soccer games for her boys that left the family scrambling for dinner and laundry in between. But beneath the everyday busyness lay a low hum of nervous energy that grew louder with each passing day. Damon’s plan for the weekend stayed in the back of her mind like a secret she wasn’t sure she was ready to keep. A threesome. With a woman.

When she had time to herself, brief as those windows were, Rachel found herself watching lesbian porn with the volume low and a blanket tucked around her. She wasn’t sure if it helped or just made her more anxious. The women in the videos always looked so confident, so hungry. Could she really pull this off? Could she let herself be touched, kissed, tasted by another woman—while Damon watched?

——-

By Saturday morning, the nerves had shifted into anticipation. She woke early, took a long bath, and used her favorite lavender body wash, the one that always made her feel soft and sensual. She took extra time grooming, keeping the neat landing strip Damon loved. She moisturized, applied a subtle touch of makeup, and selected her outfit carefully—remembering Damon’s suggestion to keep her cover story consistent. If Brad saw her leave—or checked her location—everything needed to match the fib. So she dressed the part: a fitted lavender athletic tank that hugged her torso just right, paired with charcoal-gray high-waisted yoga pants that sculpted her curves. She slipped on her favorite sneakers, the ones she actually wore to yoga sometimes, and pulled her long red hair into a loose ponytail. Underneath, though, was a little secret just for Damon and the woman he’d invited—a delicate blush lace bra and matching thong. The subtle scent of lavender from her bath lingered on her skin as she gave herself one last look in the mirror. “Okay,” she whispered to her reflection. “You can do this.”

——-

By the time she pulled into Damon’s driveway just after ten, her heart was pounding. She had told Brad that morning she was heading to an outdoor yoga session with colleagues, and that she’d be back after lunch. He offered to drive her, but she gave him a quick kiss and said she’d rather stop by the store afterward for groceries.

She took a breath before knocking on the door. Damon opened it almost immediately, his smile warm and knowing. “Damn,” he said, pulling her into a soft embrace. “You look beautiful.”

Rachel smiled nervously and leaned into his chest. “I’m so jittery. Like… high school nervous.”

Damon brushed her hair back and kissed her temple. “You’re gonna be just fine. She’s cool. And I’m here. Just let yourself enjoy it.”

They barely had a few moments alone before the knock came. Damon went to answer the door, and Rachel held her breath.

Sherise stepped inside with confident ease, her presence filling the space instantly. She was striking—voluptuous, but with a tiny waist that made her wide hips and full backside all the more dramatic. Her skin was smooth and caramel-toned, her short hair shining in Damon’s entryway. She wore tight gray yoga pants that hugged every curve and a cropped white hoodie that showed a glimpse of toned midriff. Her almond-shaped eyes swept over Rachel with a mix of curiosity and playfulness.

“You must be Rachel,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Rachel nodded, trying to muster confidence. “You’re Sherise. Damon wasn’t lying—you’re gorgeous.”

Sherise grinned and stepped closer. “So are you. And don’t worry—I’m not gonna bite… unless you ask me to.”

Rachel laughed nervously, but Sherise’s gentle, steady hand taking hers helped calm her nerves. Without waiting for direction, Sherise leaned in and kissed Rachel softly, lips brushing with slow purpose. Rachel stiffened, then melted slightly, her body responding before her mind could catch up.

Sherise whispered against her lips, “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”

Sherise reached for Rachel’s hand with playful ease and laced their fingers together. “Come on, beautiful,” she murmured with a sultry smile. Rachel followed with nervous energy bubbling inside her, her heart thudding in her chest as Sherise guided her down the short hallway. Damon trailed behind them, his eyes glued to the hypnotic sway of both women’s hips—Rachel’s charcoal yoga pants sculpted around her curves, and Sherise’s light gray pair clinging to her thick, shapely backside like a second skin. The contrast between their figures—Rachel’s lean, toned build and Sherise’s voluptuous frame—made for an irresistible double view.

The air grew warmer as they entered the bedroom. Damon’s room was dimly lit, cozy and clean, with dark curtains drawn and soft music pulsing low from a Bluetooth speaker in the corner. Sherise released Rachel’s hand and turned to face her near the bed. Without a word, she reached up and brushed Rachel’s ponytail back over her shoulder, fingers grazing her neck. Rachel shivered.

Damon stayed near the wall, arms folded as he watched. Sherise leaned in and kissed Rachel—slow and exploratory. Her lips were soft, warm, confident. Rachel melted into it, her hands trembling slightly as they found Sherise’s hips. The kiss deepened, and Sherise’s tongue teased Rachel’s lower lip before dipping inside. Rachel let out a soft, involuntary sound. She had never been kissed like this by a woman—and never realized how sensual and commanding it could feel.

Sherise’s hands traveled Rachel’s sides, fingers sliding over the waistband of her yoga pants, then back up to cup her breasts through the tank. Rachel gasped as her nipples stiffened under the soft fabric, and her body responded to Sherise’s touch in a way she hadn’t fully expected. Damon let out a low murmur of appreciation, but stayed quiet, content to observe—for now.

Sherise pulled back from the kiss and locked eyes with Rachel, her voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s get more comfortable, baby.”

With deliberate care, Sherise tugged gently at the hem of Rachel’s form-fitting tank top. Rachel raised her arms, and the soft fabric slid upward, exposing her pale stomach, the delicate strap of her bra, and finally her flushed face. Sherise tossed the shirt aside, then took a step back to admire her. Rachel’s cheeks bloomed with color, but the gleam in Sherise’s eyes made her feel beautiful.

Rachel returned the gesture, letting her hands rest on Sherise’s cropped hoodie. Sherise smirked and raised her arms, letting Rachel peel the soft white fabric off to reveal a deep plum sports bra stretched across her full chest. Rachel took in the contrasting shape of Sherise’s plush, curvy body—so different from her own—and felt another rush of nervous excitement.

With a sultry wink, Sherise reached behind her and unfastened her bra. It slid from her shoulders and landed on the floor, revealing breasts that were full and soft, tipped with dark, pert nipples. Rachel bit her lip and hesitated. Sherise smiled gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything yet. Let me take care of you.”

She stepped closer and reached behind Rachel’s back, unhooking her bra with skilled fingers. Rachel let it fall forward and off, exposing her modest, perky chest. Sherise leaned in and kissed down her neck, her lips trailing over Rachel’s collarbone before capturing a nipple in her mouth. Rachel gasped as Sherise’s tongue circled it, her hand gently cupping the other breast. The sensation was intoxicating—softer and more delicate than Damon’s hunger, but no less intense.

Sherise eased Rachel back onto the bed and knelt between her legs, slowly tugging the waistband of her yoga pants downward. Rachel lifted her hips in silent surrender, and the tight fabric peeled off her thighs and calves. Her panties—deep burgundy lace—remained for only a moment longer before Sherise slid those off too, exposing her completely.

“God,” Sherise breathed, sitting back to admire her. “You are absolutely stunning. All of you.”

Rachel, flushed and trembling, whispered, “Thank you,” and let her legs relax open.

Sherise leaned forward and began to kiss her way up Rachel’s inner thigh—slow, reverent, teasing. Her lips lingered just above Rachel’s slick folds before she gave her first, delicate lick. Rachel’s hips jerked reflexively, and she moaned as Sherise’s mouth settled into a rhythm—soft at first, slowly building. Sherise used her fingers sparingly at first, one hand splayed across Rachel’s tummy, the other cradling her thigh. Damon remained in the chair across the room, silently watching with growing interest, his gaze fixed on the wet sounds and Rachel’s growing cries of pleasure.

“Damn, girl,” Sherise murmured between strokes of her tongue. “Your sexy white pussy beggin’ for my mouth!”

As Sherise increased the pressure, alternating between long licks and focused flicks, Rachel began to tremble. Her first orgasm rolled through her like a wave—startling and deep—and Sherise continued through it, slowing only when Rachel let out a breathless laugh and whispered, “Oh my God…”

Sherise rose up and kissed her again, letting Rachel taste herself on her lips.

But Sherise wasn’t finished.

With careful, confident movements, she adjusted Rachel on the bed and then slid out of her own yoga pants. Damon’s eyes widened at the sight—Sherise was completely bare beneath. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Rachel’s thigh, pressing her wet heat against Rachel’s hip.

Sherise guided Rachel to lie more diagonally on the bed, then shifted her body around until they were facing opposite directions, their legs tangled. Then, with a patient, erotic rhythm, Sherise pressed their sexes together, grinding in slow, controlled circles. Slick met slick. Folds kissed. Rachel gasped at the sensation—so intimate, so raw.

The room filled with soft moans, damp skin, breathy sighs, and the quiet slap of bodies meeting. Rachel couldn’t believe how natural it felt—how electric.

Sherise’s face was tight with pleasure as she rocked into her. “That’s it, baby. Just feel me. Just feel this.”

Rachel’s head fell back against the pillow. “Oh my God, Sherise…”

“I know,” she whispered, her voice strained with pleasure. “I know.”

They both climaxed again—Sherise first, with a shudder and a curse, and then Rachel seconds later, her body seized with the surprise of it.

And still, Damon hadn’t moved—except to unbuckle his pants in quiet anticipation.

Sherise gently eased Rachel onto her back near the center of the bed, brushing a few strands of hair from her flushed face. Damon approached slowly, stroking himself as he drank in the sight of the two women—Rachel splayed open, lips parted in arousal, and Sherise kneeling beside her, her curves outlined perfectly in the soft light.

Without a word, Damon climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Rachel’s legs. He leaned forward, kissing her deeply, then met Sherise’s eyes over Rachel’s body and gave her a nod. Rachel gasped as she felt the thick head of Damon’s cock nudge at her entrance—already sensitive and slick from Sherise’s attentive mouth and tongue.

Then he slid into her, slowly at first, then deeper. Her head tilted back against the pillows, a moan slipping from her lips as Damon filled her completely.

“Oh my God…” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby,” Damon growled. “You feel that? Ain’t nothin’ like that big black dick.”

Rachel was already climbing again, the fullness of him combined with the visual of Sherise kissing and fondling her breasts driving her wild. Sherise leaned over, wrapping her lips around one of Rachel’s stiff nipples while her hand toyed with the other, moaning in approval.

Damon began to thrust harder, his hands gripping Rachel’s thighs. “Tell me how it feels, Rach.”

“Full… so full. So deep. So good,” she panted.

Sherise lifted her head and kissed Rachel again, their mouths slick and hungry. “You like bein’ stretched by that big Black cock while another woman’s suckin’ on these pretty titties?” she asked with a teasing smile. “You’re such a good girl.”

Damon grinned at the exchange. “I love seein’ you like this—fucked open and adored.”

Rachel cried out, her climax washing over her in a series of trembling waves. Damon slowed, pulling out gently. Sherise, who was already repositioning herself on all fours, looked over her shoulder and wagged her ass.

“You ready for this?” she asked Damon.

“Hell yeah.”

Sherise ducked down between Rachel’s legs, her round backside raised high as Damon lined up behind her. Sherise’s tongue flicked over Rachel’s clit, then plunged between her folds, moaning as Damon entered her hard from behind.

The sight was almost too much—Sherise’s hips bouncing from Damon’s thrusts as her tongue never stopped working, her moans vibrating against Rachel’s most sensitive spots. She had a fleeting realization that she had not a tinge of jealousy at seeing Damon fucking Sherise. Just pure abandon to her lust!

“Oh my God, yes—don’t stop!” Rachel gasped.

Damon slapped Sherise’s ass. “This the shit you fantasized about, huh, Rachel? Some nasty-ass freaky Black girl between your legs and a real man pounding her from behind?”

“Yes!” Rachel cried. “It’s so hot—I can’t believe this is real.”

Sherise lifted her head just enough to growl, “You got some fire down here, white girl. I might get addicted to this pussy.”

Rachel blushed at the language—but it also thrilled her, stirring something deep in her belly. She reached out, cupping Sherise’s face as she went back to licking her. It was messy, it was raw—and it was one of the most erotic experiences of her life.

When Damon pulled out of Sherise to catch his breath, Sherise flipped over onto her back, beckoning Rachel with a curled finger.

“You ready to return the favor?” she purred.

Rachel nodded, nervous but curious. She slid down, positioning herself between Sherise’s thick thighs. She hesitated only a moment before leaning in, letting her tongue explore. Sherise guided her gently, offering murmured encouragements.

“That’s it, baby… slow and steady… yesss…”

Rachel inhaled the musky, feminine scent, her lips and tongue growing bolder with every moan she elicited. She liked this. She really liked this.

When Sherise started to squirm and tremble, Rachel gave her everything she had, until the woman bucked and cried out in ecstasy, gripping the sheets.

That’s when Rachel felt the head of Damon’s cock nudging her pink labia. He took little time to plunge fully into her slick opening. Rachel paused her licking to moan, only intensifying the moment for Sherise.

“Keep eating my black coochie, baby,” Sherise goaded Rachel. “I want your tongue!”

Rachel leaned back in as Damon continued thrusting in and out of her from behind. It was all so surreal, and Rachel was getting lost in the euphoric sensations.

Soon, Sherise came hard, gripping Rachel’s head tightly as she cried out.

That drove Rachel over the edge, as she climaxed from Damon’s aggressive fucking.

Which in turn sent Damon spiraling as he emptied his balls deep inside Rachel before they both collapsed onto the bed, Rachel between Sherise and Damon. 

Sherise leaned over to kiss Rachel as she gently pushed a finger into her slippery, cum-filled hole. She brought her finger to her lips and licked it clean.

“Mm, I love this sweet elixir of white pussy juice and black cum,” she said with a dirty tone.

Rachel giggled at the bawdiness of the crude comment.

“Damn, baby,” Sherise panted. “You got a natural talent. You sure you’re not bi?”

“Only today,” Rachel answered with an air of certainty.

“That’s too bad,” Sherise retorted. “A lot of dykes out there would love to get their lips around your sweet white honeypot, baby.”

“Thank you,” was all Rachel could say.

The room was still for a moment, save for their heavy breathing.

Sherise smiled, wiping her lips, and leaned over to kiss both of them on the cheek.

“That was fuckin’ real,” she said, rising to dress. “Rachel—you got a super pussy. No cap. That was one of the best coochies I ever had.”

Then, looking straight at Damon, Sherise added, “She the real deal, Dame. You best take care o’ dat sweet pussy or someone else will.”

“Oh, you don’t got to tell me,” Damon responded, kissing Rachel’s cheek. “I fuckin’ hit the jackpot with this one.”

Sherise winked, and with a playful spank to Rachel’s bare ass, she slipped her hoodie and yoga pants back on. After a lingering kiss to Damon, and a final one for Rachel, she headed out the door with a wave.

Rachel and Damon lay naked in the afterglow, legs tangled, the scent of sex thick in the room.

“That was…” Rachel began, trying to find the words.

“Amazing?” Damon offered.

She nodded. “Yes. Different, but amazing. I’m glad I did it. But I still like what I like.”

“Big masculine men like me?” he grinned.

She smiled back shyly. “Yeah.”

“What about a few big masculine men?” he asked, referring back to Rachel’s other stated unfulfilled fantasy from their Saturday hotel rendezvous.

Her cheeks flushed. “I might be ready to check that one off.”

He stroked her hip. “How many?”

“I don’t know… you and maybe… three others? But they have to wear condoms!” she added seriously, looking into Damon’s eyes.

Damon chuckled. “I’ll make it happen. Whenever you’re ready.”

She sighed happily, letting her head rest on his chest.

“Well, you can check this fantasy off the list,” he said in a sultry voice. “You’ve now been sexual with another woman.”

“Thanks to you,” she grinned as she pressed her face affectionately into the side of his chest.

“That’s what I do,” he smiled back. “Anything to help make your life exciting,” he whispered.

Rachel smiled, recalling their special acronym. “You always go the ‘extra M.Y.L.E.’ for me”

TO BE CONTINUED…