Olivia Pov

That night, Ethan and I found ourselves wrapped up in each other, our bodies entwined as we made love. The air was thick with passion and love, every movement filled with an intimacy that only years of being together could cultivate. It was slow, sweet, and satisfying - our usual rhythm. But tonight, there was an added intensity, an undercurrent of something more.

As Ethan moved within me, I felt a new kind of arousal stirring within me, spurred on by the events of the past few days. The thought of the videos I'd seen, of Ethan's hidden desires, of Derek at the gym - they all mixed together, igniting a thrill I'd never experienced before.

His rhythm was steady, deep, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. The intimacy of our connection was overwhelming, and in that moment, I made a decision.

As his body moved rhythmically with mine, I leaned in close to his ear, my voice barely above a whisper, "I met a very handsome black man at the gym today." I felt him stiffen, his movements momentarily halting as my words registered.

I felt his arousal spike, his member throbbing inside me, as he imagined the scenario I had hinted at. His grip tightened around my waist, his breath hitched, and in mere seconds, he reached his climax, releasing inside me with a groan of pleasure.

As he lay panting, his body draped over mine, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Tonight, I'd taken the first step towards exploring Ethan's fantasy, and the reaction had been more intense than I could've imagined. It was thrilling, arousing, and gave me a newfound sense of power.