Paris felt a familiar pair of arms wrap themselves around her small waist. "You know," she heard the familiar voice of her wife Brittany say in her non-accent, "the kids are at school and the Senate's in recess so I have nothing to do. Maybe we could spend the next, I don't know, seven hours in bed together?"
Brittany planted a wet kiss on the black skin of Paris' neck. She shook her hands in an excited stimming as if she knew what the answer would be. Paris smiled a coy, teasing smile. "Baby, please, let me finish my coffee first," she said in her mountain accent before she took a sip and let out a huge sigh. "Done!"
The two found themselves in the erotic oasis that was their bedroom. Paris slipped her flowery dress off, exposing her dark skinned, lingerie-clad body to the morning air. She was a skinny thing with the exception of her big boobs. She often thought she looked like a pencil trying to balance two oranges.
Brittany tore her white t-shirt off and slipped out of her shorts. Physically, she and her wife were opposites. She was a few inches shorter and a lot thicker. Paris had DDs, Brittany had Hs. Brittany had a fat ass that she never even worked for whereas Paris had to hit the gym for a year just to get something resembling a peach. Brittany was white, blonde, and blue-eyed and Paris was all black.
They struck up a brief romance in college which reignited when they were 30, Paris coming off of a divorce from her wife and Brittany having broken up with her longtime boyfriend. Eight months after that reignition, they were married and, with Paris' daughter and Brittany's son and daughter, they built a family.
With their clothes tossed every which way, their nude bodies and lips were locked in a tight embrace. Paris started kissing and nibbling at Brittany's neck while she lightly kissed Paris' breasts. They sensually explored each other's bodies as they gently fell into bed.
Brittany began licking and kissing as her mouth followed a trail from her wife's lips to the lips of her pussy. Her tongue began exploring the coral pink room deep inside. Every little kiss and lick brought a soft moan out of Paris. This culminated in an "oh, fudge" as she felt a warmness wash over her.
Paris never cussed, even in the middle of lovemaking, which Brittany thought was cute. She was a pastor's daughter after all and later became a pastor in her own right. This was why she waited until marriage to have sex and, not knowing if she was supposed to or not, did it again when she was dating Brittany. It was a lot harder for her the second time around, knowing how great sex felt.
Brittany asked if Paris wanted her to get "it" with her wife gleefully saying yes. "It" was the strap-on underneath their bed, kept in a locked box whose key was in the nightstand. It was semi-realistic, long, and thick. Brittany was the first top that Paris had ever met (her ex was a switch) which meshed well with her being a bottom.
Paris' pussy slowly swallowed all seven inches of the big, white, plastic cock until she bottomed out. She wrapped her legs around Brittany as she began hitting it faster and harder. Brittany started slowly licking and kissing her wife's neck and she did the same to Brittany's breasts.
"Your boobs are so big, baby," Paris said between gentle licks. She let out a little laugh. "I think I could drown in them." She wrapped her full lips around one of her wife's soft pink nipples and gently sucked. Goosebumps spread over Brittany's whole body.
"You have a magical little mouth, babe."
"How about I show you how magical it is?"
Paris kissed the tip of the strap-on, thinking that she tasted pretty good. She wrapped her lips around it and swallowed all seven inches effortlessly. "Oh my, I've never seen a lesbian that could deepthroat."
Brittany could see a little smile from Paris who proceeded to bob up and down. She knew Brittany loved seeing this. She had been hesitant to bring it up when they discussed what they liked sexually back when they were engaged. Paris might think it was gross or too straight or something. Brittany hadn't been in a sapphic relationship in a long time. Paris assured her that she thought any sex with her wife would be a beautiful thing.
"I want you to ride me," Brittany said. Paris got on top and put her workouts to the test, riding the plastic cock like she had a terrible itch and it alone could scratch it. Brittany grabbed her hips and thrusted every time she came down in some erotic rhythm. Paris undid the hair tie around her ponytail and let her waist-length hair flow down her back like a black river.
"Oh, fudge, baby," she moaned, biting her lip. Her breasts bounced hypnotically. "You're so big. Shush, it feels so good."
"Aw, you're such a little size queen. I remember when it was a lot smaller. But I guess that wasn't enough for your greedy pussy."
The sound of Paris' ass hitting Brittany's thick thighs make a faint clapping sound. It was a turn-on for both of them. She put her hands on Brittany's chest to anchor herself as she started to buck her hips. She could feel sparks running all over her body.
Pearls of sweat beaded on Paris' soft, black skin. She could feel a second orgasm approach. It was like she could hear it whisper in her ear. Her body was shaking in anticipation. "I love you...so much...baby," she said between huffs. "Oh, fudge...fudge...oh, fu-"
