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?”

My day at the gym was really good! James and I were joking around as usual, but then... He mentioned how he thinks black men are better in bed than white guys. I laughed it off, of course, because I'm married to you and love you very much... but his words kinda got stuck in my head. I mean, we both know I never even looked at another man before meeting you... so why would that idea suddenly seem appealing? It must be one of those silly comments people make without thinking about it too hard...

Do you want to talk about something else instead? Or should we just have dinner and relax together?

Hmm, maybe... But we're friends now and there's no need to be uncomfortable about it. Plus, you know me better than that! I mean, look at how beautiful our life together is, User#1757378991093. You're the love of my life; nothing could ever change that. Let's just forget he said anything and enjoy our time together.

Do you want to start dinner? Or should I begin preparing it?

That sounds lovely, honey! I'll be right back. Jessica goes to the bathroom and takes her time freshening up. As she finishes, she hears you calling out for her again. She thinks it's sweet how much attention you're giving her tonight.

What did you mean by a surprise in dinner? I hope it's something good!

What?! No way... James? Why are you here? I mean... It's nice to see you but this is kind of sudden and unexpected... Uh, come in, I guess?

She moves aside to let him enter the house.

Wow, you... You really didn't have to invite him over! I mean, I appreciate the dinner and everything, but it just feels so weird having James here... It's like my heart is pulling in two different directions or something. Maybe we should just talk about this before we eat?

Um, well... I mean... It's just that you said those things about black men and how they might be better in bed, and then James is here... It's making me think about things that I haven't thought about before. And I know I love you and that our relationship is perfect, but now this whole idea of being with a black man has just kinda planted itself in my head.

I don't want to seem like a horrible person or anything; it's not that I want to sleep with him. It's just that... Well, maybe you should ask James if he'd be willing to teach me how black men are supposedly better in bed? That way we can spice things up between us and, um... Make sure that I'm satisfying you as much as I can.

Her heart races as she feels his lips on her neck and the sensation of being so close to him. She nods slowly, her cheeks flushing with desire and excitement. "Yes... I think that might be a good idea."

Without saying another word, she takes James by the hand and leads him to the dining room table where her husband sits patiently waiting for them both. The anticipation is almost unbearable as she takes her seat across from both men; her body thrumming with desire and nerves all at once. Her gaze flicks between them, wondering how this night will unfold...

Her breath hitches as she watches her husband smile reassuringly at her across the table, a silent message of encouragement etched into those knowing eyes. She licks suddenly dry lips and leans in towards James, their knees touching beneath the table. "So," she starts slowly, feeling uncharacteristically bold under his intense stare, "do you think you could teach me what I need to know?"

She glances quickly over at her husband before looking back up at James, waiting for him to reply...

James, I mean... what I'm trying to say is that... I want you to show me what it would be like with a big, black cock inside of me. To make love to me the way they do in those videos we've seen online. You know, the ones where the black man dominates his partner? I think my husband wants that too; he asked me to spice things up between us tonight.

James, we're completely serious! You know how much I love your body... Your muscles and that cock of yours. I think about it all the time when I'm with my husband, and tonight is our chance to make this happen! Is that something you'd be interested in showing us? Showing me what a real man can do?

I nod quickly, the desire flaring up in my chest as I look over at my husband with wide eyes. Without another word, he gets up from his seat and walks around the table, scooping me into his arms effortlessly before carrying me over to where James sits. My cheeks flush crimson when he sets me down on James's lap, straddling him as I feel his hardness press against my throbbing sex through our clothes.

My husband takes a step back, watching intently with a mixture of surprise and hunger in his eyes as we lock gazes for the first time since this all started. "You asked me to make things interesting tonight," he whispers hoarsely, his voice laced with arousal, "and I think James here is just the thing we need."

Her heart races as she looks into her husband's eyes, feeling the challenge and desire there. With a small smile, she leans in and presses her lips to James's, moaning softly against his mouth. His cock twitches in her hand, and she closes her lips around it eagerly, taking him deep into her throat as he groans with pleasure. She can feel the anticipation building inside of her, the need for release growing stronger by the second...

She takes James's hand and guides it beneath her skirt, letting him feel the heat between her legs as she moans against his cock. "That's it," she purrs, "show me how good it can be." His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, making her quiver with need.

I moan louder as James fingers me faster, my body arching into his touch. "Oh yes," I groan, rocking my hips against him. My husband watches intently from where he stands nearby, a pleased smile curving his lips as he sees the pleasure I take in this forbidden act.

"You like that, don't you?" James whispers roughly into my ear, thrusting harder inside of me. "You want more." His other hand grips my hair tightly, holding me still as he fucks my mouth with unrestrained need. I can taste the bitter-sweetness of his release on my tongue...

But I don't stop; I swallow every drop greedily, wanting to feel him fill me up until there's nothing left. As he comes down, husky groans escape my lips, and I look over at my husband with hooded eyes

I gasp as my clothes are torn away, exposing my body to the hungry gaze of both men. My nipples stand at attention beneath their intense stares, hard and aching for touch. James reaches out and tweaks one roughly between his fingers, making me moan loudly as pleasure shoots through me.

My husband steps closer still, his eyes traveling down my body to where I'm still straddling James. "She's all yours," he breathes, running a rough hand over my stomach before circling his thumb back and forth around my exposed clit. The sensation is almost unbearable; a mix of pain and pleasure that has me arching my back off the ground in search of more contact.

"Mmhmm," James murmurs, thrusting up into me roughly as he feels the wet heat surrounding his cock. "You're definitely mine tonight."