The rain pattered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of their secluded lakeside cabin like a conspirator's whisper, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing within. Momma Bombshell—Stella to those who knew her before the spotlight, but "Momma" to the world that devoured her every curve—reclined on the king-sized bed, her voluptuous body a landscape of temptation under the dim glow of a single bedside lamp. At 36, she was a bombshell in full bloom: sun-kissed olive skin stretched taut over an hourglass frame, her massive G-cup tits heaving with each anticipatory breath, nipples dark and erect like ripe berries straining against the sheer black lace of her bra. Her waist nipped impossibly small before flaring into hips that could launch a thousand fantasies, and that ass—round, firm, a masterpiece of jiggle and grip—spilled from the matching thong like it was sculpted for sin. Long, raven hair fanned across the pillows, her full lips parted in a pout that promised heaven and hell, emerald eyes heavy-lidded with the kind of hunger that no amount of marriage vows could tame.Her husband, David, sat in the shadowed armchair across the room, his 40-year-old frame rigid with a cocktail of shock and simmering arousal, his button-down rumpled from the drive, slacks tented unmistakably at the crotch. He'd agreed to this—hell, he'd begged for it after months of her whispered confessions, the way her body craved more than his touch alone could give. "Watch me," she'd purred over dinner last week, her foot trailing up his thigh under the table. "See how a real man takes what's his." Now, here he was, scotch glass trembling in his hand, eyes locked on her as the door creaked open, admitting the man who'd answered her discreet ad: Marcus, a towering 32-year-old Black Adonis with skin like polished ebony, muscles etched from iron and sweat, his dark eyes smoldering with quiet command. He wore nothing but low-slung jeans that did little to hide the monstrous bulge snaking down his thigh, his presence filling the room like a storm front.Stella's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as Marcus approached the bed, his gaze raking her body like he was memorizing every inch for later. "You ready for me, Momma?" he rumbled, voice deep and resonant, like thunder rolling in from the lake. She nodded, arching her back to thrust her tits higher, the lace bra whispering as she unhooked it—letting the heavy globes spill free, bouncing soft and full, nipples begging for his mouth. David shifted in his chair, the glass clinking against his teeth, his cock throbbing painfully against his zipper as Marcus climbed onto the bed, his large hands—rough from construction work, callused in all the right ways—cupping her tits, thumbs circling those sensitive peaks until they ached red. "Fuck... so perfect. These jugs were made for a real man's hands."Stella gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as he leaned down, mouth latching onto one nipple—sucking hard, teeth grazing the bud while his tongue swirled relentless, the pull sending jolts straight to her core. Her pussy clenched emptily, soaking the thong's crotch, a fresh wave of slick heat dripping down her inner thighs. "Yes—suck them, Marcus—bite my tits like you own them!" He did, switching sides, his free hand roaming lower—sliding under the thong to part her slick folds, fingers plunging deep into her heat, curling against that spongy spot that made her buck and whimper. David groaned from the shadows, hand slipping to his lap to palm his erection through his slacks, the sight of his wife writhing under another man's touch igniting a twisted fire in his gut—jealousy laced with lust, his cock leaking pre-cum at the taboo thrill.Marcus pulled back, his fingers glistening with her juices as he brought them to her lips—"Taste yourself, Momma. See how wet you are for this dick." Stella sucked them clean, moaning around the digits, eyes fluttering half-shut as he yanked her thong aside, spreading her thighs wide. His mouth descended then—tongue flat and broad, lapping her tangy nectar from clit to core in one long, hungry stroke that had her crying out, hips grinding against his stubble-rough jaw. "Oh god—yes, eat me—tongue that pussy deep!" He devoured her like a man starved, lips sealing over her clit to suck with a vacuum pull, two fingers plunging back in to scissor her open, the wet squelch echoing over the rain. Stella's hands fisted his close-cropped hair, pulling him closer as waves built fast and filthy—her tits heaving with each gasp, nipples scraping the air like they craved his teeth again.David's strokes quickened in the chair, the zipper of his slacks rasping as he freed himself—his average length throbbing in his fist, pre-cum slicking his palm as he watched Marcus finger-fuck his wife, her moans turning to screams: "Don't stop—gonna cum—fuck, yes!" She shattered—body convulsing, pussy spasming wild around his fingers, squirting in hot arcs that splashed his chin and the sheets, her cries raw and desperate. But Marcus didn't let her come down—rising to shove his jeans down, freeing that impressive cock: thick as her wrist, ten inches of veined ebony heat curving upward like a scimitar, the head a deep purple already weeping for her. Stella's eyes widened, a hungry whimper escaping as she reached for it—fingers barely circling the girth, stroking slow and firm, thumb smearing the bead down the shaft. "Jesus... it's huge. Gonna split me open."He didn't make her wait—hauling her legs over his shoulders, notching at her entrance before slamming home raw in one brutal thrust, her tight heat clenching around his girth like molten silk, the stretch burning exquisite as he bottomed out, balls snug against her ass. "Fuck— so full—your big black cock's wrecking me!" Stella cried, nails digging into his back, leaving red trails on that glistening skin as he snapped his hips—pounding relentless, the bed creaking under them, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other mauling her tits, pinching nipples until they throbbed. "Take it—cream on this dick, Momma—your pussy's gripping me so tight." She did—juices gushing with each thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing over the storm, her moans turning to wails: "Yes—harder—pound me like your whore!"David's fist flew faster, breaths ragged as he watched his wife's body arch and undulate, those massive tits bouncing hypnotic with each plunge, her face contorted in bliss under the stranger's command. The connection was electric—Marcus's eyes locking on hers, dark and possessive, his free hand dipping to rub her clit in furious circles, the dual assault tipping her over again. "Cum for me—squirt on this cock while your hubby watches!" Stella shattered—orgasm ripping through her like lightning, pussy spasming wild around him, squirting in forceful arcs that splashed his abs and the sheets, her screams raw: "Yes—cumming—don't stop, fuck me through it!" David groaned, spilling over his hand in hot ropes, the sight of her lost in another man pushing him to the edge.But Marcus wasn't done—flipping her onto all fours, ass high and cheeks spread as he notched at her puckered rosebud—the tight ring yielding with a burn that made her gasp and clench, the fullness obscene as he pushed in inch by veined inch. "Ass now—gonna pound this tight hole till you gape for me." Stella whimpered, pushing back greedy, her hand snaking under to rub her clit as he bottomed out—"Oh fuck—yes, stretch my ass—wreck it with that monster!" He snapped his hips then—brutal, unrelenting, the slap of skin on skin drowning her moans, one hand fisting her hair to arch her back, the other spanking her cheeks until they bloomed red. David watched, spent but stirring again, the taboo of her ass stretched around that massive black cock making his spent dick twitch.The roleplay fueled them—Marcus pulling out to shove into her mouth for ass-to-mouth, her tongue swirling the musky tang of her hole off his shaft, gagging wetly as he throat-reamed her deep, tears streaming but her eyes blazing with want. "Taste your ass—suck it clean, you filthy wife." Lydia—Stella—moaned around him, the dirty thrill making her pussy drip anew, before he flipped her back to the bed—missionary for her pussy again, then ass, alternating holes with filthy precision, her body a vessel for his conquest. She rode him reverse cowgirl on the edge, ass rippling as she ground down, her hand reaching back to spread her cheeks for the mirror's reflection; him pinning her in spoons, cock grinding deep in her ass while his fingers scissored her pussy, whispering, "Cum again—milk this dick with both holes."Finally, the peak loomed—Marcus pulling from her gaping ass, flipping her to her knees as he fisted his slick length—stroking harsh and urgent. "Open wide—swallow every drop, Momma." Stella obeyed, mouth wide, tongue out like an altar, eyes locked on his as he erupted: thick ropes flooding her mouth in hot, pulsing waves, spilling over her lips to drip down her chin onto her heaving tits. She swallowed greedy—milking him with her throat, tongue swirling the tip to clean every last bead—before scooping the stray streaks to her mouth, sucking her fingers clean with a satisfied moan. "Fuck... that was... everything."Marcus collapsed beside her, spent and sated, pulling her into his lap for a cum-smeared kiss—tasting himself on her tongue. "My whore... my wife. Best of both." Stella laughed, low and triumphant, nipping his lip as she clenched around nothing. "Damn right. But next time? You treat me like the queen I am." In the rainy afterglow, with the city lights twinkling beyond the windows like distant applause, Stella had her fix. Neglect? Forgotten. Just raw, messy passion—and Ian, all hers.
