That Evening

Eric comes home late, greeted by dinner and a slightly **** Samantha, who spent the rest of the afternoon watching interracial porn on her phone. “Hey baby, how was your day?” she asks. Eric sighs and simply replies “Long.” “I’m sorry baby,” Samantha responds, “But I have a nice dinner ready for you and a whiskey and coke too.” He shuffles into the dining room, drinking more than eating.

Afterwards they head upstairs, and Eric gets undressed while Samantha touches up her make up in the bathroom, her long dark hair flowing around her. “Perfect,” she says to herself. “Now I’m gonna sex up my man!” she thinks. She steps out of the bathroom to find Eric fast asleep on the bed, not even completely out of his clothes. She sighs, exasperated, and helps him out of his pants and shoes and covers him up, kissing him on the forehead, and retreats back to the bathroom. “Same as every other night,” she thinks to herself.

Samantha moves her panties aside and watches herself in the large mirror of the bathroom as her fingers plunge in and out of her slit, the wispy hair of her narrow landing strip matted to her belly from her wetness. As she cums, finger fucking herself and rubbing her clit, she thinks of Calvin and his giant black dick.

She climbs into bed and kisses Eric, and he mutters something about Stephanie being a married black cock slut.