Releasing the Tension

It was another hectic day in Concord, Massachusetts. Diana was overwhelmed today. Like every woman, she couldn't fathom the fact that she had fallen into the horrid cliché of the stereotypical housewife. Jim wasn't like the other husbands though. He was warm, caring, and sympathetic. It was also at that moment that she saw him staring at her with those ocean blue eyes she saw on the evening of her 25th birthday. While she knew that getting closer to the big 3-0 wasn't bad, it still made her feel that her youth was going away. She missed the carefree days of college: traveling abroad, feeling sensual by captivating foreigners, and the thrill of feeling like a sexy stranger past her curfew.

She went to Jim, pouting her ebony lips.

"I can't stand this, babe."

He walked closer to her, and didn't want to look into those dazzling eyes any longer. But Jim wouldn't budge. He wanted to understand what was wrong.

"Why is my sweetheart unhappy today?" He rubbed her shoulders. No woman could ever exist a good massage from her caring husband.

"It's work. My clients are usually friendly, but the last one was just so rude and disrespectful."

Working as an assistant district attorney has its benefits, but the downfall was dealing with people who felt that you were screwing them over. It also didn't help that Diana was the only black woman in an all-white court room all the time.

Jim didn't judge her, though. He kissed her hands gently after massaging her shoulders. He would get to more of that later.

"I understand. You're just doing your job in bringing the law to justice, and you know what we can do to bring it to court." He whispered near that spot, underneath her right ear. It drove Diana wild and she loved it.

"Yes, babe...I need to be sexy again, and right now, no one will give you a greater orgasm than your hot wife. Better yet, I want to be fucked here now!"

He licked his pink lips and went downtown. "You got it, sweetheart."

She didn't need to talk much after that. It was enough feeling the patriarchy pressure her to have a child before her biological clock ran out. But fuck it. If she wanted to just have sex for carnal pleasure as opposed to procreation, she could do as she damn well pleased.

Jim grabbed her and put her on top of the counter. She kissed his lips in ferocious passion as he moaned. He kissed her neck slowly, languid for the sweet lovemaking that they looked forward to together.

"Tell me if it's too much, babe."

"It isn't. You can fuck me as roughly as you want to!"

Immediately after she said that, Jim kissed Diana's stomach slowly, adoring her gorgeous brown skin as she shuddered under his every touch. She was self-conscious about how she smelled. To be fair, a woman's vagina wasn't supposed to smell like flowers. And Jim didn't give a damn about that stuff anyway because he wanted to have Diana now!

The lovemaking had become more frantic now. Masculinity and femininity were no longer at war. Ares and Aphrodite were doing their own tantric dance allowing this couple to embody those popular archetypes.

Now he was near her wonderful pussy. Sure, it had some hair, but he was ready to devour her now. Licking his lips again once more, he pushed his face and started licking her clit.

"Oh, fuck!" Diana cried out. It was the best sensation that she had ever witnessed. She was truly and utterly the white man's whore. Their moans and pants were in sync, and nothing could break them apart. She grabbed onto Jim's hair, yearning for him to stay into this position forever. The passion was too much to die for.

Then the doorbell rang. It was their neighbor, Tyler Gregory Horn.

Disgruntled, they stopped in their amorous moment to exchange pleasantries.

"Hey, Tyler, to what do I owe this pleasure to?"

Tyler blinked rapidly in confusion. "Yes, um, I wanted to drop off the kitchen ingredients. Your wife left them in the store, so I thought it would be the right thing to do to bring them here."

"Is everything okay?"

Tyler stammered. "Uh, yeah. Just walking around."

Jim pushed Tyler away. "Okay, we'll see you on Monday at our favorite bar. Take care, Slim."

Diana giggled.

"I guess we were too loud for him."

"It was worth it!"