“In His Presence, On My Terms” — by Alina

I’ve been married for over 20 years now. Four kids. A full life. A happy life.

But make no mistake, I run this shit.

I love my husband — always have. He’s been there, got me through thick and thin, and helped raise our family. But when it comes to my needs, my sexual needs, he doesn’t get a say unless I want him to.

And when I want white cock? That’s my call. He knows it. I tell him straight, and he either sits back, watches, or sometimes, if I let him, he joins in.

But don’t get it twisted. When I crave it, I’m getting it. And I’m not hiding. I’m not sneaking. I’m not ashamed. I make it clear — in front of him.

There’s something about the way my husband looks at me when I tell him, “I’m gonna go get fucked tonight, baby, but it ain’t gonna be you.” I know he gets hard just hearing it, but that’s not enough.

Sometimes, I’ll put on my heels, dress tight, and tell him I’m heading out to meet a man — and he knows what’s coming. He knows I’m going to let another man fill me up, fuck me in ways he can’t. Sometimes, I leave him in the living room or watch him jerk off while I get fucked in the next room. I make sure to let him hear how much I enjoy it, how loud I get when I take what I need — cock deep, pounding me until I can’t walk straight.

I don’t keep it a secret. He knows exactly what I’m doing, and when I come back, I don’t hide the evidence. I tell him about every inch of the man that stretched me, every time I begged for more, every load I swallowed. He’ll clean me up, still breathing hard from the show I just gave him, while I ask, “Wasn’t that what you wanted, babe?”

And sometimes, I want him to join in. When the mood hits, when I want to see him take part, I’ll walk in, slide into his lap, and tell him, “Tonight, we’re taking him together. You hold me, you make sure I stay still while he fucks me from behind.” We tag-team him, use his cock to stretch me and fill me while I moan his name — but the whole time, I’m still in control. I’m the one who calls the shots, who tells my husband exactly how I want it.

I love when I see the look in my husband's eyes. He’s turned on, jerking off, caught between jealousy and desire, watching me get fucked in ways he could never imagine. But I’m the one in charge. I’m the one deciding when he joins and when he stays back.

Because here’s the truth: I’m not a traditional wife. I’m not the one who’s gonna quietly make dinner and pretend my sexual needs don’t exist.

I’m Alina. A Black MILF who’s fucking her way through life — unapologetically, loudly, on her terms. And I’m not gonna stop just because my husband’s in the room.

So, if you’re a white man who’s thick enough to handle me? If you’ve got the kind of cock that makes me moan in front of my man? You better believe I’ll take you — with or without him. And when you’re done, I’ll look my husband in the eye, letting him know exactly what he missed out on.

Because this life? I’m the one running it.