I thrust open my car door, allowing the brisk air to pour inside. I shivered inside my coat and swung my legs out of my sedan. As the snow crunched beneath my boots, one thought permeated my mind:
"What the fuck have I gotten myself into?"
When Dan texted me the night before, telling me how much he missed me, I almost didn't respond. His attention was too much for me to pass up, though. When his name popped up on my phone, which recurred every few months, my mind drifted to the many nights we'd spent together. Dan was more memorable than I'd like to admit: he was the only black man I'd ever been with, he was 25 years my senior, and he was extremely well-endowed. I thought men like him were purely fictional or reserved just for busty porn stars, but I'd had his giant cock before and will forever be unable to forget it. His calls and messages were hard to ignore-- I knew what was waiting for me on the other side.
Last night had been unlike any text message Dan had sent me before. It had been several months since I'd visited his bed, as he'd finally managed to commit to a new girlfriend. I wasn't jealous-- I knew Dan could never be just mine. He had a reputation to uphold, habits that were far too difficult to break. However, last night he was singing a much different tune. His girlfriend didn't want to be monogamous-- she was needed to be with other women so badly she was willing to loosen Dan's leash.
Today, I agreed to be the subject of their little experiment. His girlfriend wanted to fuck around with other girls and he wanted to fuck around with me. Dan spent all night convincing me to drive into the city this morning. I'd never had a threesome, and never even kissed a girl, but here I was at the end of his driveway, standing in the shadow of his large brick house.
It was as if I floated up the driveway, my feet operating of their own accord. I'd driven an hour here, navigating the roads in the bitter cold and snow, so it was too late to turn back now. I didn't know how to feel. I winced against the cold wind and tried to ignore the sinking feeling growing in my belly.
As I approached the stoop, my hand shakily raising to knock, the door swung open. Dan stood on the other side, half a head taller than me. His smile stretched ear-to-ear, glaringly white against his smooth, dark skin. He reached his arms out to engulf my small frame. Even through my wool coat, I could feel the ridges of his muscles.
"Hey baby," he purred. His large hands drifted down to my ass, gripping onto it. "God I've missed you." He whispered into my ear. Dan had always loved my ass, which was abnormally large and thick for a young white girl. I was always voluptuous: my hips were much wider than my slim waist, curving out into a perfect hourglass. My breasts were equally large and plump. My legs, although I always resented them, were thick and large as well. If I could have it my way, they'd be much thinner, but I was far too shapely for that.
"Hi!" a female voice called from behind him. Dan guided me through the foyer, shedding my coat and boots, and into the kitchen, where his girlfriend perched on a barstool.
