Amit, 44, and Rani, 42, had been married for fifteen years, and in all that time, Rani had only ever been with Amit. Their life had settled into a comfortable routine, centered around their two children, who now spent most weekends with their grandparents. This particular weekend, with the kids away, Amit decided to take Rani out to the Notting Hill Carnival. It was rare for them to have time alone together, and they both wanted to make the most of it.
The day was sunny and warm, the perfect weather for a day out. Rani dressed for the occasion in a vibrant summer dress that clung to her curves, highlighting her size 12/14 figure in all the right places. The dress showcased her cleavage tastefully, and she paired it with flip-flops, an ankle bracelet, and oversized sunglasses. The ankle bracelet, a recent addition to her wardrobe, was something she wore without thinking twice—a fun accessory for the day. Little did she know that in some circles, an ankle bracelet was a sign that a woman was open to more adventurous encounters.
As they entered the bustling heart of the carnival, the energy around them was infectious. The air was thick with the scent of jerk chicken, the sounds of steel drums, and the laughter of people enjoying the festivities. Amit handed Rani a can of Red Stripe, and they both sipped their drinks, soaking in the atmosphere.
They soon found themselves drawn to a popular jerk chicken stall, the smoky aroma calling to them. The queue was long, a testament to the stall’s reputation, but they waited patiently, making small talk and enjoying their drinks. By the time they reached the front, only a small portion of chicken was left. Disappointed but not wanting to waste their time in line, they accepted it with a smile and found a spot on a bench behind the stall to share the food.
As they began to eat, two young men approached them. Both were in their twenties, tall, and muscular, their bodies clearly honed by regular workouts. One of them, Arron, was particularly striking. His dark skin gleamed in the sunlight, and his well-defined muscles strained against the fabric of his shirt. He carried himself with an easy confidence, and his smile was infectious.
"Mind if we join you?" Arron asked, his voice deep and smooth.
Rani looked up, meeting his gaze. She smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest that she hadn’t felt in years. "Sure, no worries," she replied, her voice betraying a hint of nervous excitement.
Arron’s eyes lingered on Rani, and he offered her a compliment, "You have beautiful eyes." Rani blushed slightly, thanking him as she continued to eat, trying to ignore the way he was clearly undressing her with his eyes.
Amit noticed the exchange but said nothing, choosing instead to focus on his meal. He was used to Rani receiving attention—she was a beautiful woman, after all—but something about Arron’s gaze made him uneasy.
As they finished their food, Arron turned to his friend, Jaden, who had been quietly observing the interaction. "We’ve got a bit more jerk chicken up in the flat, right?" he said casually, then turned to Amit and Rani. "Since we had such a good day making money, we’d be happy to share some more with you. The flat’s just around the block."
Before Amit could respond, Rani spoke up, surprising herself with her enthusiasm. "That sounds great!" she said, her eyes sparkling with a mix of alcohol and the thrill of something new and unexpected.
Amit hesitated, but Rani was already on her feet, eager to keep the day’s adventure going. He didn’t want to dampen her spirits, so he agreed, and the four of them walked the short distance to a nearby flat.
The flat was small but cozy, the scent of spices and grilled meat lingering in the air. Inside, they were greeted by another man, Dave, who was equally well-built and in his twenties. The men’s energy was infectious, and they offered Amit and Rani drinks while Jaden went to prepare the grill for more jerk chicken.
The conversation flowed easily, fueled by the alcohol and the casual, laid-back atmosphere. As Amit chatted with Arron and Dave, he noticed Jaden moving closer to Rani, his flirtation becoming more overt. Amit tried to brush it off, telling himself it was harmless fun, but a growing unease settled in his stomach.
At one point, Arron invited Amit to come and see the grill, under the pretense of showing him their cooking techniques. Amit agreed, leaving Rani with Jaden. The moment Amit was out of sight, Jaden’s flirtation became more direct.
"You know," Jaden began, his voice low and smooth, "I can tell you’ve never had a man who knows how to really satisfy a woman." His eyes locked onto hers, his meaning clear.
Rani’s breath caught in her throat. She was both shocked and intrigued by his boldness. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jaden smiled, leaning in closer. "I know what Indian women like, and I can tell you’re not getting it from your small Indian hubby." His words were blunt, and they sent a shiver down Rani’s spine.
Rani felt her face flush, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Before she could respond, Arron reentered the room, casually dropping his pants to reveal an enormous erection, clearly aroused by the situation. "Ever had a big black cock?" he asked bluntly.
Rani was stunned into silence, her eyes wide as she stared at the massive, throbbing member in front of her. She had never seen anything like it before, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Arron moved closer, taking her hand and placing it on his cock. "Just feel it," he said, his voice commanding.
Without thinking, Rani began to stroke it, the size and heat of it overwhelming her senses. She hadn’t felt this kind of excitement in years, not since the early days of her marriage when everything was still new and thrilling. As she stroked Arron’s cock, he gently pressed down on her shoulders, urging her to her knees.
Rani had not performed oral sex on Amit since they got married, but now, here she was, compelled to worship this black god with a monster cock. She took him into her mouth, her senses overwhelmed by the taste, the smell, and the sheer size of him. Arron guided her head, encouraging her to take him deeper, his own pleasure evident in his moans.
As Rani was lost in the act, Amit reentered the room, freezing in the doorway at the sight before him. His wife was on her knees, her lips wrapped around another man’s cock. Shock, anger, and arousal warred within him as he stood there, unable to move.
Jaden, noticing Amit’s reaction, laughed. "Sit down, man, and enjoy the show," he said, clearly amused by the situation.
Amit’s mind was in turmoil, but he found himself sitting down, his own cock hardening despite the betrayal he was witnessing. He watched as Arron pulled Rani up and laid her on the sofa, sliding her dress up to reveal her soaking wet pussy. Without hesitation, he thrust into her, eliciting a loud moan from Rani.
Amit couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife, who had always been reserved in the bedroom, was now being fucked raw by this black stud right in front of him. And she was loving it, her moans growing louder with each thrust.
Rani looked over at Amit, her eyes glazed with lust. She had never felt anything like this before. Arron’s cock filled her completely, stretching her in ways Amit never had. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop herself from cumming, again and again.
Arron showed no mercy, pounding into her with a relentless rhythm. He didn’t care that Amit was watching—if anything, it seemed to spur him on. Finally, after making Rani cum for the third time, he groaned loudly, his cock twitching as he emptied his balls deep inside her.
As he pulled out, he looked over at Amit, a satisfied grin on his face. "Thanks, bro, I needed that," he said, giving Jaden a high-five before walking out of the room.
Amit sat there, still frozen, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. Rani lay on the sofa, her body trembling from the intense orgasms, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. Jaden stood up, still laughing, and slapped Amit on the back. "Welcome to the real party, man," he said, before following Arron out the door, leaving Amit and Rani alone.
The room was silent now, the only sound the distant noise of the carnival outside. Amit looked over at Rani, who was slowly sitting up, her dress falling back into place. Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The events of the day had changed everything between them, and they both knew it.
What happens next in their story is uncertain, but one thing is clear: their lives would never be the same again.
