The house felt too quiet with the kid at grandmas for the weekend. Lena, twenty-eight and already tired of being the perfect wife, stood in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. She opened it and there he wasMarcus, the tall black athlete her husbands old college buddy had asked them to host for the weekend. Six-foot-five, broad shoulders, dark skin gleaming under the porch light, duffel bag over one shoulder.
Come on in, she said, stepping aside. Her tank top clung to her tits; she hadnt bothered with a bra.
Marcus walked past her, eyes dropping straight to her chest. Appreciate it. Long flight.
She shut the door and locked it. Beer?
He nodded. She grabbed two from the fridge, handed him one, and watched his thick fingers wrap around the bottle. They talked for maybe ten minuteshis track schedule, her boring jobbefore the air changed. He set the bottle down and looked at her.
Your husband know youre looking at me like that?
Lena swallowed. No.
Marcus stood, towering over her. Then get on your knees.
She dropped without thinking. Her hands went to his belt, yanked his jeans open. His cock sprang outthick, veined, already half-hard and darker than the rest of him. She wrapped both hands around it and still couldnt close her fingers. She licked the head, tasted salt, then opened wide and took as much as she could.
Fuck, he grunted, one hand gripping her hair. He pushed deeper until her throat flexed around him. Spit ran down her chin onto her tank top. She gagged but didnt pull back. He used her mouth slow and steady, hips rolling, until her eyes watered and mascara streaked.
When he pulled out she gasped, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. Bedroom, he said.
She led him upstairs, stripping as she went.
By the time they reached the bed she was naked, nipples tight, pussy already slick. Marcus shoved her onto the mattress, spread her legs, and buried his face between them. His tongue was rough and greedy, licking from her asshole to her clit in long strokes. Two thick fingers pushed inside her, stretching her open while he sucked her clit hard.
Lena came fast, thighs shaking, moaning into the pillow. He didnt stop. He kept licking until she was begging, then flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her hips up.
Condom? she panted.
He laughed once, low. You want this raw or not?
She pushed back against him. Raw. Fuck me raw.
Marcus lined up and drove in. One long thrust and he was buried to the balls. Lena cried out, the stretch burning sweet and deep. He didnt give her time to adjustjust started fucking, hard and steady, the bed slamming against the wall. His heavy balls slapped her clit with every stroke. She reached back and spread herself wider for him.
Deeper, she begged. Use me.
He grabbed her wrists, pinned them to the small of her back, and pounded harder. The wet sound of her pussy taking that thick cock filled the room. Sweat dripped off him onto her back. Every time she thought she couldnt take more he gave it to her, bottoming out until her cervix ached.
He pulled out, flipped her again, and shoved back in missionary, her legs hooked over his elbows. His face hovered inches from hers. Tell me whose pussy this is tonight.
Yours, she gasped. Fuck, its yours.
He kissed her thenmessy, teeth and tonguewhile he drilled into her. She came again, clenching around him, nails digging into his shoulders. He didnt slow down. He fucked her through it, then pulled out and flipped her onto all fours again.
This time he pressed his thumb against her asshole while he fucked her cunt. You ever let anyone in here?
No, she moaned.
Tonight you will.
He worked his thumb in, then two fingers, stretching her while his cock kept pounding her pussy. When he finally pulled out and pressed the head against her ass she pushed back, taking him. It burned, but the filthy stretch felt right. He sank in slow until his hips met her ass, then started thrusting againshorter, deeper strokes that made her sob into the sheets.
Marcus reached under her and rubbed her clit in tight circles. She came again, harder, ass squeezing his cock. He growled, pulled out, flipped her onto her back one last time, and shoved back into her pussy. He fucked her like he owned herfast, brutal, the headboard cracking against the walluntil his rhythm broke and he buried himself deep, flooding her with hot pulses of cum.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. His cock twitched inside her, still leaking. When he finally pulled out, thick white cum spilled down her thighs.
Lena lay there wrecked, legs spread, used. Marcus ran one finger through the mess and pushed it back inside her.
Round two in ten, he said. Dont clean up.
She nodded, already reaching for his cock again. The night was just starting.
