Whispering Pines

I stood in front of the mirror and adjusted my black dress, hoping it looked confident but not too bold. Tonight was big. A step into what I'd only dreamed of before.

Applying my makeup, my mind raced. Mike and I had talked openly about my fantasies recently. I was surprised by how open he'd been, how understanding. And now, we were diving into this new chapter.

I felt nervous thinking about the club. Mike hadn't said much about it, just that he thought it was a good start. I wondered about the men there, how they'd see a married white woman like me.

I thought of Luther, even though we decided he wasn't an option, I still felt drawn to him. Would I feel that way about someone else tonight? Was I really ready for all of this?

Playing with my necklace, I thought about Mike. How was he feeling? Would he get jealous or maybe excited? Lately, things between us had changed. He seemed more in tune with me. It was unexpected, but I was thankful for it.

Walking out of the bedroom, I saw Mike in his suit, looking sharp but a bit on edge. He had a nervous smile. I was nervous too. Our drive to the Jazz Junction was quiet. All I could do was hope tonight wasn't a mistake. When the club's lights came into view, I felt a rush of excitement and worry.

I could hear the smooth sound of a saxophone and the steady beat of a bass as we entered the Jazz Junction. The dim, golden lighting gave the place a cozy, old-world feel. The music, the mood, everything felt so alive, yet relaxed.

The place had people, but it wasn't packed. I saw couples chatting, friends laughing, and some just lost in the music. But what caught my eye was the black men around. There was an older guy, focused on his drink. A younger one, laughing with his buddies. And two guys at the bar, chatting away. Whenever our eyes met, I felt a spark. It was like we all knew the potential of the night.

Mike's touch snapped me back to reality as he led me to a booth. Sitting there, my heart wasn't just racing because of the music or the crowd, but because of the unknown. Every beat of my heart was like a step closer to something big, something life-changing. My fingers tapped on the table, each tap was a question. How's tonight going to go down? Who would catch my eye? And Mike, would he really be alright with this?

I was swimming in my thoughts when Mike left to go to the restroom. Alone for a moment, I took a sip of my drink. The warm liquor felt good. The band slowed things down and the singer's voice was deep and smooth. The whole place felt like some dream. Each note they played stirred the mix of excitement and nerves inside me.

I was lost in the melodies and my thoughts when I heard him. Luther. His voice, deep and playful. I looked up, and there he was, with that confident smile I remembered so well.

"Well, look who it is," he said to me, and I can't help but feel a mix of shock and... excitement, maybe?

"Luther!" slipped out before I could catch it. My voice went up an octave. I hadn't prepared for this - for him. I told him it was a coincidence seeing him there.

He laughed, that rich laugh of his that resonates. He said it wasn't a coincidence because this was one of the best jazz joints in town. There's something in his eyes, dark and intense, that holds me. A spark of recognition, an unspoken understanding that tonight is not like any other night.

Everything I thought I was prepared for, every scenario I played out in my head on the way there, none of them included Luther. But there he was. I wasn't expecting it but I was happy about it. Seeing him there while Mike and I were looking for someone just like him, made it all seem meant to be.

I felt both thrilled and a bit on edge with Luther right there. You know, it's that feeling when every word carries weight, and you're trying not to show just how much you're reading into it. It was like... was this meeting fate or just a chance thing? I couldn't shake the strong connection I felt to him; it was like he was pulling me in.

When Mike came back, the whole atmosphere shifted. I introduced them and could tell Mike was trying to piece everything together. He kept looking from me to Luther, trying to understand the situation. I could feel Mike's unease, especially compared to Luther's confidence.

Feeling the need to break the tension, I blurted out, "Luther was just offering to dance with me." I guess I wanted to see where things would lead, to see if this dance might let me understand the deep pull I felt towards him.

I felt this rush when I took Luther's hand, like every tiny sensation was magnified. That walk from the booth to where we'd dance felt both short and infinitely long, like stepping from a well-known path into someplace entirely new.

When we got to the dance floor, it felt like the club disappeared around us. The music took us over. Dancing with Luther felt... different. He guided me with such surety; his hands on my waist were solid and warm. And being that close, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat, was intoxicating.

I lost myself in the dance, in the feel of him. When he leaned in, whispering how good I looked, I swear, my heart might've skipped a beat or two. It wasn't just any dance. We were connecting. Every move, every glance felt meaningful. Sometimes he'd pull me a bit closer, or touch me in some way. Every time our bodies even brushed each other, it was electric. I could feel people watching, but honestly, it felt like we were in our own world.

When Luther twirled me real slow, I remember feeling like I was floating. And then, as I spun back, he lifted my chin and... well, we kissed. It wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies; it was something more. It felt like a promise or something. Everything else blurred out for me. All I knew was the feel of his lips and this overwhelming mix of surprise and desire.

The music eventually stopped, but we didn't let go right away. I could still feel the eyes on us, and I knew Mike was watching too. But right then, it was just about that connection with Luther. I was drowning in this flood of emotions.

Then, as he put his arm around my back, there was this warmth, comfort, a sense of belonging. But we had to step back into reality eventually, right? So, I led the way off the dance floor. He was right behind me.

As we got closer to the booth, I could see Mike watching me...us. There was so much behind that look. I think he was trying to come to terms with everything, and he was trying not to appear like he was bothered.

I just wanted things to feel... normal, at least for a moment. So, I sat down in the booth where I was sitting before. When Luther sat next to me, my heart lept. There was this electric moment when his leg brushed against mine. I tried to pull away, just a bit, but I can't deny that I felt the spark.

Mike was sitting across from me, looking into my eyes, probably trying to figure out what I was thinking or what I was feeling. And then next to me, Luther, who was so self-assured, it made me feel noticed in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. Everything else just became background noise.

Then Luther, leaned back and smiled at Mike. He said it was good to finally meet him. That voice of his was something else -- full of self-confidence, and I couldn't help but be pulled into it.

He said that hoped it was alright that he danced with me. I could feel my face getting warm. There was something about the way he said it, the way he acknowledged me, that made me feel special. Those moments on the dance floor with him had felt electric, and even now, that energy lingered.

I looked over at Mike, trying to read his expression. There was this tension in him, a kind of uncertainty. I wished, in that moment, that I could just telepathically send him a message, tell him everything was okay. But I was at a loss for words. Instead, I just tried to send a silent message of support, hoping he'd understand.

When Mike nodded his head, I felt this mix of relief and admiration. This was new for him, challenging even. But he was trying, trying to adapt to the situation.

As the night went on, it felt like we were all following Luther's lead. He had this way with words, this charm that was hard to resist. It wasn't just me; even Mike seemed drawn into his orbit.

The club's dim lights and all of the conversations and the jazz music...I felt a rush of emotions. The atmosphere was thick with tension, especially between Mike and Luther.

Luther told Mike that he could tell he was battling with all these new things that were happening.

His words hit deep, making me feel understood and exposed at once. My eyes kept going back to Mike, seeing him wrestle with everything.

Then Luther surprised me when he told Mike to tell me to kiss him.

My heart raced, and the moment felt bigger than anything we had done before.

And he did it! He said it quiet like. He said, "Maggie...kiss him. Make it slow...intimate."

I locked eyes with Luther, we both understood what this meant. Our lips met, and the rest of the world didn't matter. I knew Mike was watching, and in that moment, we all shared the next step.

Then Luther was a little bit of an asshole. He told Mike that he did good. I wasn't sure how Mike would react to that, but he didn't seem upset. Luther's confidence was off the charts! It felt like he held control over everything going on.

The next thing he said made my heart race. Mike was to tell me to kiss Luther again, but this time I had to take Luther's hand and put it on my boob. I felt a mix of fear and thrill. It was a bold move.

Mike hesitated a little but then he told me to do it. I felt like this was a boundary that we just burst through.

I kissed Luther again. I was hyper-aware of every touch, every breath. When I took his hand, I could feel my hand shaking. Then I put it on my chest. It felt like the whole room was watching. I felt like my vulnerabilities were exposed, but I also felt a rush of freedom, an unexplainable liberation.

Wnen we finished kissing I could see the fire in Luther's eyes. He looked at Mike and told him that he was doing an exceptional job. "Exceptional." It was like each word was both a pat on the back and a nudge to go even further.

Luther asked Mike if our car was a sedan, but he did it in a weird way. He asked Mike if he had four doors. I remember feeling confused, but Mike knew what he meant. Luther was calculated. Every step he took, every word he said, was drawing us deeper into something I couldn't quite grasp yet.

What Luther said next, it sent chills down my spine. He told Mike to fetch the car and to wait for us by the front door. Just like that, the night shifted. Luther was now fully in charge.

I watched Mike stand and walk out, leaving me in a rush of emotions. It was a storm inside me, every feeling amplified, every moment intense. I was at the center of something big, something changing us moment by moment.

After Mike left to go get the car, Luther took my hand and led me to a dim corner of the bar. It felt like we were in our own little bubble.

He ordered two whiskeys without even breaking eye contact with me. That gaze of his was something else; it felt so intense, making me blush, feeling so warm and kind of vulnerable all at once. We just sat there, sipping our drinks, not saying much, but it felt like there was this silent conversation happening between us.

This sharp-dressed guy came over. He had this vibe, you know? Like he owned the place. He greeted Luther. He had a really deep voice. It was kind of sultry.

Luther just nodded back. His name was James and Luther pointed at me and introduced us.

I turned to meet this James guy. His eyes, they had this look like he'd seen a lot. He took my hand and gave it a solid shake. There was so much happening around us, but in that moment, it felt like time kind of slowed down a bit.

James looked over to where we'd just been sitting and said, "Seems like you're onto something new, Luther." I could feel the undertone, like he was referencing something from the past.

Luther said it was something like that and smiled.

Then James looked at me, and this part I remember well. He said, "It's always interesting to see how far people will go." I just nodded, not really knowing what to say. It felt like being under a spotlight, but there was also a rush to it.

Then he smiled real big and asked me if that man I was with was my husband. He was asking about Mike.

Luther was relishing being in control. It seemed to come to him so naturally. He just leaned back, all relaxed, and told James that he was fetching the car.

James laughed and told Luther that he never changes and put up his class like a toast and said to new experiences. He finished drink and headed out the front door. It was all so surreal.

Now it was just me and Luther. The silence was... heavy. We were finishing our drinks when Luther stood up and asked if I was ready. I nodded and let him lead the way out.

We got to the car and I saw Mike getting out quickly to open the front passenger-side door for me. It was sweet, something he always did. But tonight, everything felt different.

Just as I was about to get in, Luther told Mike he was opening the wrong door and there was this teasing edge to his voice. He said, "Wrong door, Mike." Just like that.

I looked over at Mike and saw that he was a little embarrassed. He seemed caught off guard but then he nodded like he understood. I realized then, that this night was just getting started.

I slid into the back seat. The soft leather felt nice. I moved over and made room for Luther to come in beside me. I glanced at Mike, who took a moment to look directly into my eyes and then he closed the car door.

When Mike got back in the driver's seat, I tried to get a read on him. He seemed excited and almost proud. I could also sense a bit of nervousness. I wished I could reassure him, but doing that felt out of place.

The car started moving, and with Luther right next to me, I felt this warmth, this protection. His energy was so strong, it was like we were in our own little world, even with Mike just in front of us driving.

As we drove away from the club, I leaned back. I was thinking about all that had just happened in the club. It was like I was miles away and still I was so aware of Luther beside me. It felt like the two of us were in this bubble, sharing something deeply intimate. And even though Mike was right there, for a few moments, it felt like he was a world away, and it was just Luther and me.

When Luther began to speak, I hung on to every word. His voice was soft yet confident. It's like it was in tune with the hum of the car's engine. He would just whisper my name and it made me feel seen in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. He told me that I was standing on the cusp of something breathtaking, an experience that many only dream of but never dare to chase. That was so sexy.

I felt his fingers grazed my arm. Each time he touched me, it ignited a spark and reminded me of how alive I could feel. It was like he had this uncanny ability to unveil parts of me I didn't even know I had hidden. I felt my heart speed up when he held my hand with his fingers intertwined with mine. It was a message - a promise of things to come.

He leaned in, and I could feel the warmth of his breath near my ear. He said that he could truly see me. He said I was a fiery and passionate spirit that's yearning to be set free.

Then, in an unexpected yet thrilling move, Luther gently placed my hand on his lap. The combination of his deep voice and the intensity of that contact stirred something profound in me. The moment was mesmerizing. It drew me in like the whole world was waiting on my next move.

When I touched him, even through his pants, I could feel his penis. I mean, the sheer size of him was immediately obvious. I couldn't help but gasp, it was just... so different than Mike's.

And then, when he unzipped and I got a real feel? It was another level. His skin was so warm and the difference between our skin tones - my pale hand against his dark shaft - it was memorizing. I remember thinking my hand looked so small, almost lost. I tried to wrap my fingers around it, but I couldn't. He was just too...thick.

You know, I couldn't help but think of Mike. Mike's size had always been what I knew. I can wrap Mike with just my thumb and finger and easily touch them together. If I wanted to really squeeze on him, I would have to overlap them or else he would slip right out...and here I was, not even able get my hand around half of Luther's cock. That difference, the comparison, it was right there in front of me, forcing me to confront the desires that only recently I realized were there.

Mike was just a silent figure driving. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of something. Mike had agreed to this, so I didn't feel like it was a betrayal, I felt like it was an awakening, really. It was like diving deep into my own feelings and desires, finding a new side of me.

And as we drove the streets were quiet outside. Things felt intense. The world outside seemed so distant, and inside, it was just the three of us, each caught up in our own thoughts and feelings.

When I looked at the top of Luther's cock, I was just... I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was massive, standing out so clearly in the dim light of the car. I remember the shape of it, how it widened at the top before narrowing down. Every tiny movement, every heartbeat seemed to make it pulse.

Its smooth skin, its ridge around the middle, even the darker spot at the very tip. Every bit of it was inviting, pulling me in.

It hit me, like a jolt, that just that top part, just the head of Luther's cock, was probably bigger than Mike's entire penis. It was so much different than anything I had imagined. I remembered when Bella told me about not being able to fit Nick's into her mouth at all. I wondered if I'd be in the same boat. But part of me, a bigger part, wanted to try, to see if I could.

I wet my lips, readying myself. I glanced up at Luther, hoping for some encouragement, some sign. He gave it. So I took a breath, opened my mouth as wide as I could, and slowly moved my head closer.

The storm of thoughts in my head was a whirlwind. Every inch I moved closer to Luther's manhood, every touch, shattered what I thought I knew. It felt like I was plunging into the deep end of a pool, a world where every rule, every limit, was up for question.

I remember the sheer size of him. Just trying to get the head of his cock past my lips was a struggle. Every little bit I forced into my mouth reminded me of how easy it was to take Mike's entire penis completely in my mouth.

It was a challenge - a sweet, exhilarating challenge that took me to the edges of what I thought were my limits. Every attempt to take him deeper was a dance between retreat and advance, a seductive dance that left me wanting more, yet unsure if I could handle it. I had to retreat to rest my jaws before diving back down for another attempt.

I remember using my hand. The feel of him was unforgettable - so big, like trying to grip a soda can. I used my hand on him while my mouth did its best. The noise was something else. The wet sounds from my mouth and my hand, it echoed in the car. Every slurp, every gasp for air, it was so loud and raw. I knew Mike could hear all of it.

His length. It wouldn't have mattered if I used both hands, there was still more length than I could fit into my mouth. I won't lie; it was so difficult trying to suck him. It felt like a challenge with every bob of my head, trying to accommodate him, to please him, to make him feel good. But I was determined. Each of his moans, each of his sighs, they spurred me on. They fed my determination.