Blondie Balls My Black Boss

She smiled another vixen smile and whispered, "C'mon, Rick, lighten up an' let's have some fun tonight. Look, he's much more intelligent and impressive than any of the other black guys I've been with, an' he's hung like a horse."

When I just sat there looking at her thoughtfully, trying to decide if I wanted to kiss her or shoot her, she pledged,

"Go along with me on this an' I promise I'll put on a red hot show for you. God, my pussy is soppin' wet just talkin' about it! I mean it's just such a sexy situation with him bein' your boss, bein' black and bein' so well hung, too. You know how hot I get with big-dicked black guys an' I've never spent the night with one by myself. Be honest with yourself, you an' I both know you've wanted let him fuck me ever since you introduced us in Colorado. Now's your chance to let him do it...all damned night...an' I love the idea, so don't be a trouble-fête (spoilsport)."

I just sat there staring at her so she whispered,

"C'mon, baby, now's our chance. Let's just go up to his room, smoke a number and see what happens. Who knows, he may chicken out an' if he does we'll blame my coming-on-so-strong on too much booze, okay? I mean, he certainly can't make an issue of anything job-wise for you after the way he's been rubbin' his big dick all over me."

Looking over her shoulder to see if Beau was returning yet she whispered conspiratorially,

"An' if he does fuck me tonight, you'll have your corporate supervisor right where you want him, sugar bear, compromised with dope and sex. By the way, I don't want him to know I've screwed any other black guys...I want him to think he's the first, okay?"

"I mean, he's your boss, after all, so I might as well be strokin' his ego while I'm strokin' his cock, n'est-ce pas (isn't that so)?"

I honestly didn't know how to respond: should I be pissed at Blondie for putting the moves on Beau and revealing to him that I like to watch her get fucked...or for suggesting I should just go home and leave her with him for the night? Or should I be excited about what might be about to happen yet tonight. She was right, we had fantasized several times since the Colorado meeting about her having sex with Beau. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea—both watching them and leaving her to spend the night in his bed—knowing that she would leave him wrung out and probably unconcerned about getting any actual work done.

And Blondie was right: it certainly couldn't hurt to have my corporate superior compromised with both sex and dope. Besides, I really did want to watch my gorgeous, blond, white wife fuck another black guy. It had been a while since the last one. Seeing Beau returning to the bar, I took a deep breath and muttered,

"Here he comes. Okay, go for it, Blondie. You want to fuck him—spend the night with him? Go for it, hotpants. You make him sound like a player, not nearly as straight-laced as I'd thought."

Blondie beamed at my approval and gave me a light kiss with a quick flick of warm tongue. As Beau joined us, she took his hand, flashed an absolutely radiant smile at him and said huskily,

"Everything's cool, baby, let's go up to your room and have us a little private party, okay?"

Beau raised an eyebrow and looked at me questioningly. Seeing him, Blondie said,

"Beau, it's okay, baby—I told you it would be fine didn't I? Rick is cool—he knew from the way we were dancin' what's goin' on an' he's cool with goin' to your room for a while an' we'll just see what happens from there." She winked lewdly at Beau and stage whispered,

"It helped when I told Rick I brought a garterbelt—he's always up for seein' me wear one for another man. Now, c'mon, let's go where I can put on a little show for my two big, handsome studs, okay, mes chéris (my darlings)?"

I looked at Blondie and Beau, innocently wide-eyed and said,

"Hey guys, if you want to fool around, I'm certainly not going to be the party pooper. Right this minute, I think we ought to fire up a doobie before we do anything else and we sure as hell can't do that in here. Let's burn one in the room and we'll just see what comes up, how's that?"

Blondie looked at Beau's crotch, smiled at him wickedly and purred,

"Oh yeah, baby, let's see what comes up and how long I can keep it up, hmmm?"

He looked intently at her and asked, "You sure?"

With her eyes burning into his, she licked those full luscious lips suggestively and cooed softly,

"Beau, darlin' I think maybe you just need to quit askin' all these questions an' take me on up to your room right now, okay?"

She paused and then whispered, "An' fuck me, baby, okay?"

There it was! No more beating around the bush; my horny wife had put it all on the table, right in front of her husband. Beau looked at me for confirmation and I just grinned. Blondie followed our exchanged looks and smirked,

"While ol' Dickie boy here watches you do it, stud-muffin."

Setting his drink on the bar, Beau signed the tab and we headed for the street. Back at the hotel, we had the elevator to ourselves, and as soon as the door closed on the lobby, Blondie slipped her arms around Beau's waist and pushed her groin up against him. Extending her arms upward, she pulled his face down and kissed him lightly. Peering intently up into his face, she queried,

"You said you an' your wife don't have sex very often; when was the last time, baby?"

When he responded that it had been almost a month, she glanced over at me, smiling greedily and asked him, "Has any other lady gotten lucky lately, baby?"

Beau responded weakly, "No, unfortunately." Blondie looked into his eyes and whispered,

"This is going to be good, baby; I'm going to make you feel real good, lover."

Smiling confidently she whispered, "Cause I'm nice 'n tight, sugar...no kids, you know...so I'm nice and tight for an ol' married broad."

Turning her self-assured smile to me she purred, "Aren't I, honey?"

When I just grinned and nodded, she stepped back and put her hand on the huge bulge in Beau's trousers. Rubbing it slowly, she grinned at me and chuckled,

"Yeah, an' if I'm tight for you, imagine how tight I'm gonna be for this big ol' thing..."

The elevator stopped and as the door opened, Blondie turned away from her conquest, puckered her lips at me and whispered,

"Oh god yes, this is gonna be good, Dickie boy! I'm gonna make your boss feel real good."

When we got to his room, Beau produced a bottle of decent bourbon from his luggage and I took the ice bucket down the hall. When I returned, I detected the distinct aroma of marijuana upon reentering the semi-darkened room, so I quickly closed the door behind me. They'd removed their jackets and were sitting at the small table in front of the windows, passing a joint back and forth in the small golden oval of light from the table lamp. Two small bedside lamps provided the only other illumination. The bedside radio was tuned to an R&B station and you could feel a subtle, insistent, pulsating beat in the background. I made three drinks and sat on the edge of the bed where the joint was passed to me. Beau shook his head disbelievingly, grinned, then said,

"I swear to God, nothing even remotely comparable to this has ever happened to me before, and I honestly don't know what to say or what to do. One thing for sure: this stays strictly among the three of us, understood? No one else in the company can ever know about this."

Blondie sat there watching him like he was a big piece of very expensive chocolate candy, moving her body to the soft background music. She chortled,

"Just relax, baby, this is our little secret, our little private company party an' nobody's gonna tell anybody anything. Now just sit there an' give this good grass a little time to work; don't say anything...just let the dope work for a few minutes, okay? I wanna take our time and enjoy every delicious moment of this very special evening."

He nodded his agreement and fell silent. We all listened mutely to the music and, sure enough, within a few minutes the marijuana was having its desired, other-worldly effect. I began feeling a languorous sense of dope-induced torpor, interlaced with a heightened sense of sexual arousal and anticipation. As this contrasting sense of laid-backed stimulation spread through my body and mind, I imagined how it must be suffusing the lust-filled minds of those two with both of them anticipating the pleasures they were about to experience. I heard Beau comment distantly, "Good smoke..." Blondie smiled warmly at him, saying dreamily,

"Yeah, baby, it's some of the sexiest dope we've ever found—always makes me feel so sexy an' it's startin' to make me feel real nice, baby, real nice. Is it making you feel sexy, too, darlin'?"

Blondie got up and moved around the table, settling on his lap and putting her right arm around his shoulders. Cupping his chin with her left hand, and with her eyes looking dreamily into his, she smiled and murmured,

"You know, baby, I'm sure glad you got that big ol' hard-on just as soon we started dancin' 'cause That was my green light, sweetie, just the reaction I'd hoped for...what told me for sure that my husband's big ol' stud of a boss felt the same way about me as I did about him."

She grinned contentedly and continued in a dreamy voice, "Yeah, darlin', I knew for sure you wanted some from the way you'd looked at me in Colorado an' the way you were lookin' at me tonight, but I wasn't totally, one-hundred percent positive that you'd be a player."

"So that big ol' hard-on was just what this girl needed to give her the nerve to come on to you, baby, an' ask you to bring me up here. I'd been tellin' myself for the past week that I had to be very careful since you're my husband's manager an' if I came on too strong an' it turned out you weren't a player, then Rick might be in big trouble with the company."

She squirmed her bottom around slowly on his lap and I was sure she was sitting on a very formidable erection. She smiled somewhat smugly and continued,

"But, Beau, baby, when I felt your big ol' dick pokin' me in the belly, I knew you wanted to play around just as much as I did. When you kept pushin' it into me, even with Rick watchin', I knew you were lettin' me know you were interested in gettin' more from little ol' Blondie than some dance-floor belly-rubbin'."

She grinned lewdly, "Oh yeah, baby, that big old hard dick was sendin' me a clear signal that the boss man wanted to get in my panties."

She glanced over at me and giggled, "You just couldn't figure out what we were gonna do about my husband, though, could you, darlin'?"

Beau looked over at me, somewhat startled at hearing my wife come right out and talk so openly about their desires for each other, sitting right there in front of me but I just smiled and nodded.

Blondie gave him a playful kiss on the corner of his mouth, flicking her tongue quickly in and out, and purred, "See, I told you everything would work out just fine, didn't I, lover? I told you Rick was cool about this kinda stuff. And aren't you glad he is, cher?"

Then she stood up, walked over to the bedside radio and spun the tuner dial until she found another R&B station playing a slower tempo number. Turning back to face Beau, she smiled invitingly and cooed,

"Come on, Beau, get up—now we can dance the way we've been wantin' to."

Giving me a quick glance, as if seeking my approval, he stood and moved toward her, an enormous bulge in his trousers. When they embraced, Blondie began rotating her belly against it. She looked up at him, smiled and murmured,

"Oooh, lover, this keeps comin' up between us again an' again, n'est-ce pas vrai (doesn't it)?"

I translated the French meaning for him, immediately tantalized by the thought of what more intimate and indecent translations I would now be making as I served as the interpreter for my boss while my racy-talking, little Cajun beauty succeeded in her seduction.

Continuing to gaze into his eyes, she reached down with her right hand, grasped the large swelling in his slacks and began a slow stroking. When Beau moaned, she turned to me,

"You can't imagine how much I wanted to do that out there on the dance floor, Rick, right out in the open for all the world to see. I just wanted to reach down there an' rub this big ol' cock right there in front of all those people. I'd have given anything to see the looks on their faces, seein' a white woman rubbin' a black man's cock right there on that dance floor."

Laying her pretty face against his broad chest she looked at me as she crooned,

"Your boss is a real stud, Dickie boy, an' I do mean stud. Son bite noir ça fait tellement de bien (His black cock just feels so good), cher, tellement bon (so good)," and looking up at him with half-closed eyes, she purred,

"Et grand, bébé (An' big, baby), it is just soooo big...I've never felt one this big before...or this hard either, lover...mon Dieu, it's so hard!"

As the song ended. Blondie looked at me with her naughty-girl smile, her hand still methodically massaging the bulge in Beau's pants, and taunted, "Sugar, I feel so damned decadent right now, knowin' I'm gettin' ready to fuck your boss with you watchin' me do it. God, that is just so fuckin' wicked, n'est-ce pas, (isn't it) Dickie boy?"

When I just grinned in response, she went on, "I'm goin' to take my skirt and blouse off and dance with Beau in my panties and bra, d'accord? You'll like that, won't you, Dickie boy?"

I smiled, "You know it, Blondie, you fucking well know it you little prickteaser."

She kissed Beau lightly, purring, "See, baby, didn't I tell you he wants to watch us be naughty?"

Stepping back from him, she murmured, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna be real nice to Beau, Dickie boy—I'm gonna give him a night he's never ever gonna forget, vous m'entendez? (you hear me)? We're gonna have ourselves the best little fête d'entreprise (company party) anyone's ever had, d'accord, baby?"

Beau looked like he was holding his breath until I grinned and said, "You're a lucky man, Beau. You're about to get some of the best pussy you've ever had."

Blondie grinned a smug, victorious grin, first at me, then at Beau as she released her grip on his cock, and moving to the music, unbuttoned her pink blouse, slipping out of it and tossing it to me. Her soft, white breasts were nestled enticingly in the lacy pink bra cups, multiple strands of gleaming pearls resting between them. Smiling seductively at Beau, she reached behind her with both hands and unzipped her short skirt. Jiggling her hips slowly in time to the music, she put her thumbs in the waistband, pulled the skirt down below her knees, and stepped out of it. Kicking it to one side, she stuck her thumbs in the waist of her tan pantyhose and peeled them down to her ankles. Sitting on the bed she removed one sexy pink high-heel at a time then stripped off her pantyhose.

Replacing her shoes, my sexy little Dixie Pixie stood facing Beau in her dainty, pink lace bra, her sheer, pink, bikini panties and her pink ankle strap heels. She was a voluptuous, blond vision as she pirouetted to face away from Beau, her soft, pale body marred only by the reddish mark of constriction the pantyhose left on her waist. Standing with feet spread and arms akimbo, she struck a sexy pose, cooing over her shoulder, through her thick, platinum tresses,

"You like Mr. Boss Man? Think maybe you'd like to break the rules tonight an' fraterniser avec la femme de votre employé (fraternize with your employee's wife) just a little, sweetie-pie?"

Beau had been standing beside the table, watching her undress, his eyes never leaving her. Now he broke into a huge grin and said, "Oh yeah, little mama...oh fuck yeah if that's what we're calling it--fraternizing! You are a gorgeous little thing, baby, absolutely gorgeous!"

Blondie spun around, sliding into his embrace and they began moving slowly to the music. She began unbuttoning his shirt and had it off in seconds. Tossing it on the dresser, she turned her attention to his trousers and had him out of them very quickly. Stepping out of his loafers and now clad only in long dress socks and red jockey shorts, Beau turned back, the front of his shorts standing out an amazing distance, drawing a gloating smile from my little sex kitten. Slipping back into his arms, she grasped his erection with one hand and stroked it slowly, rubbing it against her belly and pushing it down to rub the top of her filmy pink panties. Looking up into his face she murmured dreamily,

"Now isn't this better, baby...isn't this just so much better? I knew you'd like dancin' with me like this so much more." Smiling again at me, she continued stroking his cock and sighed happily,

"I'm goin' to kiss him, Dickie boy, d'accord? Are you ready to see me finally kiss your boss, cher? Es-tu prêt maintenant (Are you ready now) after all those nights of us fantasizin' about me doin' it, hmm?"

Feeling unbelievably aroused, I replied, "You bet, baby girl...you kiss him, sweetie...you kiss him all you want. Give him a taste of that sweet mouth and those luscious lips, babe."

Blondie stage-whispered a mocking, "Merci mon petit cocu (Thank you my little cuckold)," to me, then pulled his face down to hers and gave him an open-mouthed, steamy kiss which they held for several minutes as they shuffled to the music, back and forth between the bed and the dresser. I could see their jaws working as their intertwining tongues made thrusts and parries.

When the long kiss ended she turned to me, her hand still slowly, rhythmically massaging his cock, and said,

"Mon Dieu, Richarde, (My God, Richard-my given name and pronounced Reeshard in Cajun French) this whole scene is just so incroyablement décadent (incredibly decadent), incredibly sexy—you, my husband, just handin' me over to your boss for the night. I mean here I am, finally, in his room, dancin' with him in my panties. Can you believe we're finally doin' it?"

Beau's eye's widened as he asked with a note of pleasant surprise, "For the night?"

"Mmm, hmm," she purred, "We talked about it down in the club an' decided that since you're his boss, we should give you VIP treatment, so he's goin' on home in a while...leavin' me here an' lettin' you have his wife all to yourself for the night, baby...just you an' me in that big ol' bed 'til tomorrow mornin', sugar, n'est-ce pas (isn't that right), Dickie boy?"

When a stunned Beau didn't immediately respond, Blondie looked up at him, squeezed his cock and teased, "Unless you'd rather have the bed to yourself, honey..."

Looking over at me, a still-shocked Beau said, "Man...I don't really know what to say. 'Thank you' seems a bit inadequate, you know?"

Pulling his face down for a kiss, Blondie purred, "I got some ideas how you can show your gratitude, handsome..." then resumed the kiss, her hand never leaving his erection.

When she finally broke off the kiss, she again looked at me, waggling her eyebrows playfully, "Not only is this stud hung like a horse, he's a very good, very hot kisser, too!" Still stroking him and looking at me thoughtfully, she said,