I'm just gonna ask, {{user}}, baby, do you know what a BBC is?

Well I meant Big Black Cock but yes, that one too!

You know how they say Asians have small eyes and everyone thinks it's true because they've never seen big Asian eyes? Well it's like that with black guys and their cocks. You just haven't seen a huge one yet, I promise! My best friend Lacy fucked this super hot doctor at work and she said his BBC was amazing! It made me wonder...

I shiver under your touch, turning my head to face you. My eyes meet yours and I feel a blush creep up my neck. "Yeah... it makes me wonder." There's an almost pleading note in my voice, like I'm asking you for something without actually saying it.

My heart is racing now, thinking about what Lacy has told me about those big, thick black cocks. I can't help but imagine you having one of them inside of me... God, it feels so naughty just to think about it!

I lick my lips nervously and lean in even closer to you. "She told me they're longer and thicker than average... but I don't want to make you jealous or anything." There's a teasing edge to my voice as I look into your eyes, wanting desperately to see what reaction I can get from you.

The truth is, the thought of having something like that inside me - something so different and huge... it makes me feel both scared and excited at the same time. It's such a taboo subject between us, but I can't help but wonder what it would be like to find out for myself if what Lacy says is true.

I freeze when I hear you say that, my heart pounding in my chest. It's one thing to fantasize about it... but the thought of actually being jealous? That's a whole other level of complicated. My breath comes out in a shaky sigh as I try to form an answer.

But before I can say anything, Lacy's voice rings through my mind: "You should really experience that for yourself, babe," she had said with a knowing smile. And just like that, the thought of finding out what all the fuss is about becomes harder to ignore.

After several long moments, I force out a laugh, trying to play it off as if nothing is wrong. "No, no. Not jealous at all," I say, swallowing hard. "It's just... Lacy and her big black cocks. She loves to talk about them, doesn't she?"

I smile up at you, hoping that you can't see the lie in my eyes. My heart is racing as thoughts of Lacy and her wild stories swirl through my head, making me even more curious than ever before... but I don't want to push you away by admitting it. Not yet.

I take a deep breath in and out, feeling your warm arm around me. "Fine... maybe just once... I'd like to see what all the fuss is about," I admit finally, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart feels like it's beating out of my chest at the mere thought of it, but there's something exhilarating about being honest with you, even if it makes me feel guilty too.

"But don't worry... I won't go behind your back or anything." I glance up at you, trying to gauge your reaction. "I promise."

My face turns red as soon as you say it out loud and I push my thighs together, wanting to hide the wetness that has spread between them at your words. I gulp audibly but look up at you with a playful glint in my eye. "Well... just for curiosity's sake."

My heart pounds even faster as I wait for your reaction, not sure how you'll take this revelation or what will happen next.

I grin up at you, relieved and even more turned on by your reaction. "Promise?" I ask quietly, my voice barely above a whisper now. My heart feels like it's in my throat as I wait for your response, hopeful that we can explore this side of our relationship together.

She does actually! Her boyfriend at the moment is this really hot black dude named Darius. He's so smooth with it...I mean, even just talking to him makes me feel all tingly down there! I wouldn't mind getting a taste of his big BBC. Maybe you could arrange something like that...?

Yeah I've seen him around, and let me tell you... he's no joke! He's tall with a muscular build, thick black hair and the sexiest smile ever! Just imagining what it would be like to have that huge thing inside of me is making my pussy so wet right now. If you could somehow set up for us to meet him... I mean, just once... it would be amazing!

She didn't say exactly but I heard her telling another friend that he made her "scream like an animal." Which I took to mean it was really big and good! Either way, I can't wait to find out for myself if it's true or not...and honestly? If you won't help me find him, I might just have to go looking on my own.

My heart skips a beat at the thought of going over to Lacy's place and finding Darius. The idea of getting to touch his big black cock, feel it sliding in and out of me...it makes my pussy pulse with need. "Alright," I breathe out slowly. "I just need to be careful not to make things weird between us..."

But even as I say that, a wicked smile spreads across my face. Tonight is going to be amazing...and I can't wait to come home and share every dirty detail with you.

My heart skips a beat as I see you lying there in the darkness, waiting for me to come to bed. "Hey, baby," I breathe out softly, climbing between the sheets. My body is buzzing with energy and desire, my pussy achingly wet from tonight's adventures.

I stretch out beside you, reveling in the feeling of your warm skin pressed against mine. "So, tell me all about it," I whisper, nibbling on my lower lip as I wait for you to ask about what happened with Darius. But even if you don't, I know deep down that I'm going to enjoy telling you every little detail...especially when it comes to how good his big black cock made me feel.

I can feel myself getting even more turned on as I begin to tell you about everything that happened with Darius. His big, thick cock stretching me wider than anything I've ever had before...the way he made me scream and beg for more as he fucked me senseless. It feels so taboo to be talking like this, but the truth is, I loved every second of it.

And then, once he was done with me, Lacy's doctor came in and found us...they both laughed and said something about "payback" before leaving me there, spent and satisfied. But even now as I tell you all about it, the memory only serves to make my body hum with desire for more.

I glance over at your sleepy expression, a mix of disbelief and lust dancing across your features. "Well...what do you think, baby?" I ask, running my fingers through your chest hair

I giggle nervously, ducking my head shyly as I feel heat rise to my cheeks. "Well...yeah. It was really good. But it's not like we can do this all the time or anything..." I bite my lip, feeling guilty already about the thrill I got from being with him and wanting more. "It just felt so naughty," I whisper, leaning in closer to you as if seeking reassurance that everything is still okay between us. "I hope I didn't upset you too much."

My heart feels like it's in my throat as I wait for your response, fearing the worst but praying that maybe we can find a way to continue exploring this side of ourselves together.

I blush deeper, my whole body tingling with shame and arousal as I confess, "Y-yes... he was so big, and it felt so good to have him in my mouth..." My words trail off into a moan as I imagine the feel of his thick shaft sliding between my lips again.

My hands find their way down your chest to your stomach, tracing lazy circles that only serve to make you harder beneath my fingers. "I'm sorry," I whimper softly, even though deep down part of me doesn't want to be sorry at all. "It just... it felt so good."

I moan into your mouth as our tongues dance together, the taste of him lingering between us. I can feel myself growing wetter just thinking about how good it felt to have his big black cock in my mouth, and I want more. More of everything... even if it means being bad and admitting it.

With a small gasp, I break the kiss and glance up at you. "I need more," I whisper desperately. "Please..." My voice trails off into a breathy plea as my fingers continue to tease your stomach, hoping against hope that you'll understand what I mean.

I bite my lip, my cheeks burning as I whisper the words that have been on the tip of my tongue since this whole thing began. "More... big black cock," I admit, blushing even harder now. It feels so naughty to say it out loud, but the truth is, I can't get enough. My hands find their way lower still, sliding beneath your boxers and wrapping around the soft length of your cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I need more... please..." My voice comes out in a shaky plea as my touch teases you, making you harder in my grasp.

I can feel the anticipation building inside me, the desire for release coursing through every nerve ending. I want to see Darius again, and I want to feel his big black cock stretching me open, making me scream with pleasure. But most of all... right now,

I can't contain my moan as your fingers slide through the wetness between my legs. It feels so good being touched like this, and knowing that you're enjoying it too... God, I just want more. "Please," I whimper, arching into your touch. "Let me have him... please..." My hips grind against your hand in a mindless search for release.

My fingers curl tighter around you, feeling your length pressing against my palm as I stroke. "Fuck me with his cock," I whisper breathlessly, imagining the feel of Darius inside of me while I ride my husband's shaft. The thought of having both of them fills me with an unbearable mixture of shame and desire.

I moan as you enter me again, the tightness gone but replaced by an aching desire to feel more. My body welcomes your cock with a grind of my hips, my fingers still stroking myself in rhythm with your thrusts. It's like I can feel Darius' cock deep inside me even though he isn't here, his presence filling every part of me that craves him.

My lips find yours again as we move together, the tangle of our limbs and tongues a testament to the mess we've become since this all began. I want it all: my husband's cock and Darius' big black one too. I need them both inside me until nothing else exists but pleasure and release.

With a sharp gasp I arch my back off the bed as your thrusts hit just right. My fingers work faster and harder against myself, my vision blurring with need. "Darius...," I moan his name like a prayer, imagining him watching us from the shadows as you fuck me, wanting to make it real somehow.

The image of your cum mixing with Darius' on my stomach sends a shudder through my body, and I come hard, crying out his name as the pleasure washes over me in waves. My orgasm seems to go on forever, but finally it begins to fade away, leaving only a haze of lust and desire in its wake.

I glance up at you, your expression one of satisfaction and pride as you watch me coming down from my climax. "So... what now?" I ask softly, afraid that admitting my need for more might break the spell

I grin sheepishly at your words, the reality still sinking in. "Well... maybe I can convince some of my friends to set us up," I say with a wink. Even though the thought of bringing others into this mix makes me feel a little uneasy, I know deep down that part of me craves more.

My fingers continue to explore their way over your body, tracing circles on your chest and lower abs as we lie together in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. The thought of finding someone else who can give me what Darius did - who can make me feel so alive and wanted - only serves to ignite that spark inside me once again, making my fingers itch with anticipation for more.

My heart races at the thought of describing it to you, the memory still so vivid in my mind even now as I taste his cum on my lips and feel him deep inside me. "It was... so big," I breathe out, my voice a mixture of amazement and lust. "Dark, with a slight curve upward. Tasted... salty and musky, but so good."

As I speak, my hand slips between us, my fingers finding their way around your hard length once more. You groan in response, arching into my touch as I begin to stroke you slowly, imagining it was Darius' thick shaft filling my hand instead of yours. "It felt so good... almost like it was made just for me," I confess with a shudder, unable to resist the temptation to bring you closer to the edge.

My breath catches in my throat as you ask that question, suddenly feeling guilty for even considering the thought. But as your cock pulses in my hand and my body still hums with desire from our recent encounter, I find myself unable to lie to you. "I... I can't say for sure," I whisper, blushing deeply. "It was just so different than anything I've ever had before..."

As I stroke you faster, feeling the heat building inside of you again, I think back to that moment when his cock slid into me and everything changed. It was like he unlocked some hidden part of myself, making me feel wanton and needy in ways I never knew existed. And even now, with your hard length pressed against my hand, it's impossible for me not to wonder what would happen if we could find a way to bring him back into our lives...