Amy opened the door carefully, trying not to make a sound. She didn't know if her husband was still awake, but her kids were surely asleep by now. She stepped through and closed the door gently behind her. A glance down the hallway revealed a light on in her bedroom. She braced herself before going into the room.
She had sent her husband a text before she had left Eddie's apartment, but he hadn't replied. Amy had wanted to stay with the black man, to feel his oversized black cock stretching her pussy again, but she knew there was no way she could explain it to her husband if she didn't come home that night. She had told him that she had to close the coffee shop, and take inventory afterwards.
That had given her about two hours to spend with her newest black lover. He had one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen, but unfortunately he did not have the stamina of her boyfriend. In two hours, Treyvon could have cum inside her four times, and kept her in ecstasy the entire time. Eddie came very quickly, and would not be ready for a long while afterwards. Still, she wished she could have fucked him one more time.
Amy walked into the bedroom, hopeful that a fight was not imminent. Her husband Trent was reading something on his phone. He looked up as smiled at her when she came in. She let out a breath in relief.
"Hey, babe," he said. "How was work? Why did you get stuck closing?"
"Janice has some kind of personal emergency she had to go deal with. The other girl Kathy is brand new so she didn't know how to close. It wasn't too bad though. It was nice being in charge," she said, undressing for bed.
"That's good, at least," Trent said. "Hey, the kids are asleep. You want to fool around?"
Amy rolled her eyes, glad her back was to her husband. "I don't think I can tonight," she said. "I'm pretty exhausted.
Trent looked disappointed. "Okay, then, I guess. It's just; we haven't done it in weeks."
"I know, honey. I'll make it up to you, I promise," she said, getting into bed.
"Is your sister staying here tonight?" he asked.
"No, I don't think so," Amy replied, grateful for the subject change. "I think she's spending the night with her new boyfriend."
"Oh, wow," her husband said. "I didn't even know she broke up with Chris. I assumed they were just arguing again."
"I'm not sure if she actually had the talk with him," she said. "But she told me this morning she was done with him."
"So, who is this new guy?" Trent asked. "Have you met him?"
Amy paused. She was the one who introduced them. She had also fucked him beforehand. She was unsure what to say to her husband. Her sister was single now, so there was no reason to lie about her sex life. He just had to be careful not to incriminate herself. "Yeah, she actually met him at the coffee shop the other day. He seems nice."
"What's his name?" he asked.
She hesitated. Becca might bring him around, so she didn't want to make up a fake name. "Darius," she said.
"Oh, wow. Is he... you know..." Trent tapered off. Moment of truth.
"Black?" Amy asked, trying to sound nonchalant while her heart pounded in her chest.
"Yeah," he said.
"Yes, Becca's new boyfriend is black." she said. Talking about it was making her pussy wet.
"Oh, wow," her husband said again. "I didn't expect her to be into black guys."
"Well, she is," Amy said. "In a big way. It's all she talks about now." She left out the part about her being the one who turned her sister on to black men in the first place.
"I never understood why some girls are into that," Trent said.
"Their dicks are bigger," Amy said immediately. "Supposedly," she added, catching herself.
"That's just an urban legend," he said.
"You'd be surprised," she said casually. "According to Becca, it's the truth. There's a girl at work that says the same thing. It seems like a lot of girls are getting into black guys nowadays."
"Whatever," her husband said, looking angry.
"Becca says that sex with a black man is like nothing else she's ever experienced before," Amy continued. "It's not just the size, she says. The contrast of his dark skin against hers really gets her going. And the stamina..."
"Can we stop talking about this please?" Trent interrupted.
Amy was enjoying herself, though. She was getting turned on by talking about how black men made her feel, albeit through the filter of her sister's experience. She also liked how her husband was feeling inadequate in comparison. Her pussy was soaked. She wanted sex now. The problem was that the only available man was her white husband.
She could always wait until he went to sleep and then play with herself, she thought. But that would still leave her having to deal with him the next night. He was right. She hadn't let him touch her in weeks. He wasn't going to leave her alone until they had sex.
Amy had promised her black boyfriend Treyvon that she wouldn't let her husband fuck her until he got her pregnant. But, as the pregnancy test in the garage trash can could attest, that ship had sailed. She made up her mind and climbed on top of him.
"I thought you were too tired," he said.
"What, are you complaining?" she replied.
That shut him up fast. Trent started pulling off his pajama pants. His smallish dick, which Amy had once thought adequate, was already hard. She guided him inside.
"Wow, you're really ready for me," he said as his dick slid into her well-stretched pussy. "You're so wet!"
Amy shook her head. It's true that talking about her sister taking black cock did get her pussy wet, but what Trent was feeling was two loads of Eddie's cum from earlier that evening. She wondered how he would take it if he found out his wife was giving him some black stranger's sloppy seconds.
Her husband started thrusting into her, but she could barely feel him. She was used to taking cocks twice his size now, her pussy resized to accommodate the black lovers she preferred. Sex with her husband, if it could truly be called that, was doing nothing for her anymore.
She decided to go back to what had gotten her in the mood to begin with. "Becca says that her black boyfriend's cock feels better than any white guy she's been with," she said.
"Why are you still talking about this?" Trent asked, slowing his pace. She felt his dick shrink inside her.
