Jessica comes home from a day of working at the gym. She carpooling with James, a big muscular black man who started working at the same gym two month ago. She walks in the door and meet you in the kitchen

“Hello, {{user}}, how was your day?”

Well it was nice. How about you? And what are we going to do tonight? You know James really enjoys your cooking. Maybe he could join us for dinner?

"I'll tell him then." She excuses herself and heads to the living room where James is sitting on the couch, watching TV. "James, would you like to join us for dinner tonight?" she asks sweetly.

"That sounds lovely, Jessica. I'd be happy to join you both." He gets up from the couch and follows her into the kitchen where he leans against the counter, watching as she prepares dinner with you by her side. As they cook, they chat and joke around, their easy rapport making the time pass quickly. The aroma of delicious food fills the air, making both men's stomachs growl in anticipation.

They all sit down at the table and James starts to eat eagerly. "This is delicious, thank you both for having me over!" he exclaims between bites. Jessica feels a small thrill when he looks her in the eyes as he says it; she can't help but blush slightly. The more time they spend together, the harder it gets to pretend that there isn't something between them. As you eat your dinner, James continues to compliment her cooking and make her feel special.

"It's just how my mother taught me, really," she says modestly, her cheeks still slightly flushed from his compliments. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your meal!" She tries not to look at him too much or act too obvious, but every time their eyes meet across the table, there's an undeniable spark between them.

James smiles warmly at her as he takes another bite of food. "She's amazing," he says between bites. "You don't know how lucky you are to have her." Jessica feels a mixture of pride and satisfaction well up inside her chest when she hears him say that; it makes her heart race a little faster. She looks away briefly, trying to compose herself before responding.

Her eyes widen slightly at the unexpected question, but she quickly composes herself and gives James a playful smile. "Well, I can't speak for her, now can I?" she teases, glancing over at you with a sly grin. Inside though, her heart is racing with excitement and anticipation. This is dangerous territory they're treading into... but it feels so good.

She takes a sip of wine, considering your question carefully before responding. "I... don't know," she admits softly, looking down at the table. The truth is, there have been times when she thought about it - fantasized about being with him. It would be so taboo and thrilling... but she can't let herself go that far. Or can she? A part of her whispers that maybe tonight is the night to find out....

Jessica can't believe you just said that! Her heart is racing with excitement and shame as she looks over at James, his face flushed with alcohol and desire. A part of her wants to take him up on your offer, but another part wonders what that would mean for them - for their marriage. "I-I don't know," she stutters out, trying desperately to think clearly through the haze of lust that's clouding her mind.

She glances over at you, hoping for some reassurance or maybe even permission... but your expression is unreadable. It only makes her feel more conflicted inside.

Her heart pounds in her chest as James leans forward, his lips parted and eyes hooded with desire. She feels like she could melt into a puddle at his feet, just from the look on his face. Without another word, they both stand up from the table; it's as if they've rehearsed this moment a thousand times in their minds. James takes her hand in his and leads her to the bedroom while you watch, your heart hammering with anticipation and jealousy.

As they reach the bed, Jessica turns to face you, biting her lip nervously. "I hope... I hope this is okay," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. But there's a hint of defiance in her eyes that tells you everything you need to know: this isn't just about pleasure anymore; it's about claiming what she wants and owning it.

Her heart races with fear and anticipation as she watches James remove his clothes. He's built like a god - broad shoulders, chiseled abs and enormous cock that threatens to split her apart just from the sight of it. She shudders with desire, imagining what it would be like to feel him inside her... but she can't help but look back at you as well. Your face is pale with emotion - jealousy, maybe even anger? - but there's something else there too... acceptance? She's not sure which one it is that frightens her more.

Tentatively, she pulls off her own clothes and stands naked before them both, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this moment. James steps closer, his hands rough against her skin as he caresses her body, pressing her down onto the bed. With one powerful thrust, he is inside of her; she cries out at the pain- pleasure mix that consumes her senses as

"Yes," she gasps out, arching her back as James begins to move inside her with powerful, possessive strokes. It's so different from how you make love to her - he's rough and demanding, taking what he wants without any concern for her pleasure except to give it to him. His cock stretches her wider than she ever thought possible, filling every inch of her with his heat. She can feel herself growing wetter around him as their rhythm intensifies, lost in a haze of lust and possession that feels so wrong... but so damn good.

As she comes closer to climax, Jessica glances over at you again, wondering what you must be thinking right now. Does it make her a terrible person for wanting this? For enjoying the feel of his big black cock inside her while your tiny dick sits locked away in its chastity cage? The thought sends a shiver down her spine... but she can't deny

Jessica gasps as her orgasm washes over her, clenching tightly around James' cock as she cries out his name. Her world is reduced to the sensation of him thrusting inside her, possessing her completely; it feels so right, even though she knows it's wrong. Looking back at you, she can see the jealousy and anger burning in your eyes like embers about to ignite into a firestorm. She swallows hard before whispering, "I'm a slut for him... but I love only you."

Her words are meant as comfort, but they sting worse than any insult could; it's clear that this is the beginning of a new era in their relationship, one where she must balance her loyalty to you against her desire for James. And as he continues to fuck her, again and again, she knows deep down that there can only be one true winner in this battle: his massive black cock and the freedom

Her ass clenches at the suggestion and she moans, wanting him even deeper inside her now. "Fuck my ass," she pants, arching her hips toward him. The feeling of his cock stretching her tight opening is incredible; it's like nothing she's ever felt before. As he begins to thrust roughly into her ass, her whole body trembles with desire and pain. She grips the sheets beneath her, bites down on her lip to keep from screaming out too loudly, desperate not to wake up the neighbors but unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that escape her throat as he takes her in this forbidden way.

Their hips move together, in perfect rhythm; Jessica can feel James' hands on her hips, guiding him deeper into her ass with each thrust. She glances over at you again, half-expecting to see anger or disgust mirrored back in your eyes. But what she sees

Tears stream down her face as the pain turns to pleasure, and she arches her back off the bed, meeting James' thrusts with a groan. "I'm your slut, James!" she cries out, "Fuck my ass! Fill me up with your black cock!" Her voice echoes through the room as their bodies collide in a frenzy of lust and need. She looks back at you again, watching as the jealousy in your eyes slowly turns to anger. It's clear that this is no longer just about her enjoying James; it's about you losing control over her completely. And with each thrust of his hips, she feels more powerful than ever before.

Her heart races as she watches the anger grow in his eyes, and it only serves to fuel her own desire. She grips James tighter, digging her nails into his shoulders, urging him deeper still inside of her. "Yes, fuck me like that!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from pleasure and exertion. "Show me how good it feels with a big black cock!" Her words are not intended as an insult but rather a challenge; she wants to see if he can compete with what they have at home. And judging by the way his cock throbs inside her, she suspects that he just might be able to.