The blacker the berry the sweeter the hotwife juice
Erotica. The bastard step child of all things holy in literature, commercial or independent. A genre that adults sneak and read for the most part, because the haunting lessons of Scarlett Letter somehow still persists today since women are not expected to have mind blowing sex lest they are harlots and whores unfit to be wives as mothers. Molly Pike, who somehow has not gotten censored or shadowbanned by Amazon for her almost thirty book Blacked series, somehow has resisted the Substack puritan status quo on such matters, starting with the first novel First Time Blacked: Hotwife.
I love my indie authors keeping erotica alive and kicking and this cute little novella that is long enough to get through taking a gnarly shit is more on the side of 1970s American International styled white exploitation. Racial stereotypes are just brewing in this pot of fuck gumbo, as the hypersexual big black stud with the big black dick breaking in the hot tawdry white wife with the white cuckold husband are the central thematic concern. In a perfect world fifty years ago, First Time Blacked: Hotwife could have easily been a vehicle of success for John Holmes, Georgina Spelvin, and Johnnie Keys as “The Black Stud”.
Spoiler alert – this ain’t Muvah Collins keeping it classy on sex, so keep that in mind if you’re thinking this novel is your run of the mill freak tale, because it has a little bit more je ne sei quoi about fucking than that.
Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty of the itty bitty titty committee.
Welcome to the world of Sarah and James, a married couple looking to spice up their sex life (which we don’t know is failing, waning, or they are just freaks of the week trying new things). Sarah, for reasons unknown, wants to get down with Marcus, a big black buck they know with a big black dick that would make Mandingo feel inferior, all while James watches the entire ordeal. From context clues it would be their first sexual experience with a black guy, which each of them is turned on by that for completely different reasons that aren’t really fleshed out but roll credits on that point (see the title). James is a bit apprehensive, feels inadequate and yet is turned on at the thought of Sarah being taken by a big black buck. He allows himself to be talked into losing his first time blacked virginity with a very convincing hand job by Sarah as he’s imagining Marcus ravaging her tight tawdry twat.
All that’s chapter one.
From chapter two onward it’s Marcus, Sarah, and James at the hotel getting down to get down. James takes a seat in the corner to watch and Marcus and Sarah fuck like two mice caught up in a wool sock. The entire escapade is an exercise in surrealism, because without any foreplay or lubrication Sarah seems to imitate the pain of labor most of the time taking the big black buck until it somehow hurts so good to orgasm. It isn’t sexy or even lustful but straight hedonism, as somehow having big black dick has ruined her for pleasure with James and any man not packing a small black baby arm in his crotch. This goes on and on until all three are satisfied. At some point (that we don’t know when) Marcus leaves; Sarah, tired as hell, summons James for a reward for watching her get tip drilled by initiating him into his new position as her clean up on aisle two man since she makes it very clear he won’t be hitting the skins again.
That’s it, that’s all. Roll credits.
I’m all for erotica stories featuring a chick, two men, and the voyeur, which, if you didn’t know, is in 2025 still taboo when the woman is on the receiving end of the pleasure. This one tickled the shit out of me since it really didn’t hold back diving into the sexual fetish of white men getting turned on by suffering watching white women getting the stereotypical big black dick and getting turned out, which is another fetishized subject in modern American society. Not every black dude is hypersexualized, has a big dick nor can fuck but hey, a sexual fantasy from slavery is going to sexual fantasy.
I feel bad for James because he didn’t get none. All he did was watch and reluctantly got off by himself. Sarah and Marcus just left his ass hanging. He could have come over and lotioned Marcus up, got him some Gatorade or something. Hell, the way Marcus was slaying and playing, James could have just waited for his turn and let Marcus tap his ass, which I suspect would have fucked Sarah all the way up while she was over there being a tease to him. Speaking of Marcus, I didn’t think he was all that. Yeah, he was plenty hung but banging Sarah like a crackhead on a pogo stick in a funhouse left a lot to be desired with his performance. No foreplay and no good stroke makes Marcus a sorry ass, boring ass lay. Just ask a woman who knows good dick in all sizes and see what she tells you.
If you’re into the erotica genre and you dig indie erotica this is a good quick read. It’s not on the same level as say Zane, but it’s straight to the point without overcomplicating its intended purpose. There are twenty six books in the series (which out of the first five I read only books two and three are connected), so hopefully James comes back on top later and finally gets a win instead of playing janitor to the maintenance man, but I won’t hold my breath.
Once you go blacked with this novel you either are going to read the series or not go back at all.
