Blondie Balls My Black Boss

"Rick, I did promise you both I'd put on a garterbelt 'n nylons and dance for you; but, honey, all my stuff is down in my car. We were in such a hurry to get up here I forgot all about it. If you want to see me in my sexies, you're gonna have to go down and get them, okay? An' you might as well bring up my hangin' bag with my work clothes for tomorrow while you're at it. Be a sweetie, babe...get the keys out of my purse...it's all in the trunk." Turning back to Beau, she kissed him again and said,

"I'll bet Beau will like seein' me wearin' what I've got in there, dontcha think, Rick? I'm feelin' super sexy right now, sexier than I've felt in a long time an' I feel like makin' myself look super sexy just for this hunk, d'accord, cher?"

When I opened the trunk I saw she'd clearly been planning on staying the night when she left home this morning. In addition to the red Samsonite bag she used for her sexies, she had the matching bag she used for makeup and toiletries. I snapped open the sexies bag and saw she'd brought two complete lingerie outfits, black and white, with sexy platform shoes to match each. Unzipping the hanging bag, I found both a black and a white negligee along with work clothes for tomorrow. She'd definitely come prepared to put on a show and share his bed for the night.

When I quietly re-entered the room, they were still slow dancing. There stood my beautiful little blond, Southern belle, in pink panties, bra and heels, rubbing her body against his muscular black body, kissing him open-mouthed, with one pale hand resting on the back of his neck while her other hand gently moved back and forth on his cock, now extended, unrestrained, out of the fly of his jockey shorts.

She was moving the large, purplish, mushroom head up and down her lower belly against the top of her pink panties trying to rub it against her hairy little twat, made difficult by their disparate heights. His large hands were under their thin material, cupping and kneading her soft, white cheeks, pulling her into him, his fingers long and softly grey beneath the gauzy material, contrasted against her paleness. It was a very erotic tableau, made all the more so because of the unique relationships involved here.

Neither of them paid me any attention as I took the bags into the bathroom, then came back in and sat down to watch. As I relaxed with my drink, I could hear them talking between kisses, Blondie playing to his ego and sowing the seeds of deception about her experience with blacks.

"Oh baby, it just feels so big I don't know whether I'll be able to take it all—I've never had one this big before—it's fuckin' huge. We're gonna hafta take it slow—you won't hurt me will you?"

Then, "Oooh, Beau, darlin', I'm goin' to be nice 'n tight for you, mon amour, nice and tight, for your big dick, d'accord? I'm gonna make you feel sooo good, baby, so good, oh god yes I am!"

Blondie turned her face to me smiling contentedly as she sought my affirmation of this,

"I will be tight for him, won't I, cher? I'll be real nice 'n tight for him won't I, honey? I'm tight for you, right?"

When I grunted my agreement, she purred, "Then just think how tight my little ol' pussy is gonna be for this monster, pouvez-vous imaginer (can you imagine)?"

I grinned; she was playing him perfectly, stroking his vanity along with his cock. The radio abruptly switched to a news update and they slowly, dreamily, pulled apart. Beau shook his head and grinned at me with childish disbelief, as if he couldn't quite believe this was real. Blondie, in cool control, turned to me...smiling wickedly...still rubbing the head of his cock against the soft, sheer material of her pink panties...slowly stroking it...and said in a husky undertone,

"Baby, this is truly a special situation, dontcha think? I mean the whole idea of a woman makin' love to another man with her husband watchin' is so totally decadent, but when it's her husband's boss it's even more erotic," then gazing directly into Beau' eyes, she continued,

"Especially when he's a big, sexy, black stud with a much bigger dick than this little white girl has ever had." Turning back to me, she murmured,

"Honey, like I told you at the bar, we're going to put on a real excitin', real sexy show for you tonight..." Squeezing his cock, she winked at me, "Before we send you home..."

"An' I think it's time to get things movin'. So, right now, Dickie boy, I want you to just sit back and enjoy what time you have left, 'cause it's gonna be hot, cher, real hot."

Grinning wickedly, she said to Beau, "He got real turned on out in Colorado when I told him if I ever got the chance I wanted to fuck you. I knew it would get him goin' 'cause he's always had a thing about watchin' me screw a black guy. So don't you worry about him, baby, he's not gonna get jealous...he's just gonna get horny...an' it for sure won't be the first time he's watched me screw someone else."

I stayed in character but I wanted to laugh. Hell, I'd watched the little slut fuck several dozen guys, a number of them black. Still, I wasn't sure that I cared for having so much information about our private sexual shenanigans imparted to my new manager. But the whole inconceivable scene was just so extraordinarily erotic that, for the moment, I really didn't care. I took a long, thoughtful pull at my drink, finally saying,

"Hey, you two have been salivating all over each other since you said hello this evening, and I'm definitely not one to stand in the way of true lust. If you guys want to fuck each other, get it on, but you better believe that I'm staying right here and watching you do it. If a man lets his boss screw his wife, he should get to share in some of the fun hmm, Beau?" I paused before reminding Blondie, "But aren't you forgetting one thing?"

When she looked at me quizzically, I grinned and said, "Garterbelt and nylons? A little dirty dancing before the screwing starts, perhaps? I imagine Beau might like to see that too."

Giving me an indulgent smile, Blondie backed away from Beau, saying playfully, "See, didn't I tell you? He's cool with us fuckin' but only if I wear the garterbelt and nylons."

She moved over to the radio, switched to a disco station and turned up the volume. Moving to the throbbing beat, she danced back over in front of Beau and began doing bumps and grinds as she teasingly pulled her pink bikini panties down her lower belly to a point where the upper half of her inverted, pubic triangle came into view. Turning, she let him have a good look at her shapely ass. Smiling over her shoulder through her platinum hair, Blondie cooed,

"You like that, Beau? That's all yours tonight, stud-muffin, all yours, but you're gonna have to wait a little while...I have to keep my husband happy, too. I don't suppose you want me to put on somethin' sexy and dance, too, do you?"

He beamed and replied, "Oh hell yeah, gorgeous, you know I do!"

Picking up her drink from the table, Blondie winked at Beau, saying,

"Well, don't you go anywhere, mon gros beau goujon...I'll be right back," and disappeared into the bathroom. I told him she'd just called him her big handsome stud.

Beau looked at me for a long moment, seemingly at a loss for words, then finally exclaimed,

"Holy sheeit, man, that is one hot woman! She is a stone fucking fox and she is stone fucking hot...I've never ever seen a 'sistah' that hot and sexy...I mean, Blondie just radiates sex...you are truly one lucky dude, Rick. I mean, I kind of suspected in Colorado that she was flirting with me and I admit I thought about fucking her, but I sure as hell didn't expect anything like this to happen. I mean this is like a seduction scene out of some high class porno flick!"

I grinned and responded, "C'mon, Beau, this is no seduction. You were just as hot for Blondie as she is for you. True, she liked what she saw when she met you in Colorado, especially after I told her you were heavy hung."

He gave me a 'What the hell?' look and I laughed and said,

"Hey Beau, it's okay, man; I've seen you unlimber that hog in men's rooms a few times." I continued, "When I told her you were coming down, she joked about doing something like this, but I didn't take her seriously. But it's still a two-way street, boss. You're the one who got the raging hard-on out on the dance floor and rubbed it all over my wife."

He grinned and said, "Hey, Rick, any man don't get hard with your foxy wife rubbin' her sexy body all over him, has to be a sissy or a dead man!"

I freshened up our drinks and filled him in on going over to New Orleans tomorrow. When Blondie stepped back into the room, Beau let out a small gasp of appreciation, looked at me and said, "Holy shit!"

I laughed...unable to count all the times I'd heard that when guys got their first look at my little Cajun hottie in her lingerie. Actually, when I thought about it, it was just about every time.

She'd chosen a black lace negligee and black accessories for this night's entertainment: a black shelf bra which left her nipples exposed...black lace bikini panties...a black garterbelt with eight short garters attached to pinpoint-patterned opera hose which ran all the way from her groin down to black patent-leather platform heels on her dainty feet. She was wearing a flashy rhinestone choker and long, dangling rhinestone earrings.

She'd applied a heavy coat of hot pink lipstick and gone well outside her lip line, making that already delectable mouth even more luscious and I smiled, knowing what she intended to do with it. It occurred to me, as it usually did at such moments, that my alluring mate looked hot enough to be a top echelon porn star. This was quite the prize I was giving Beau tonight...I hoped he'd show me some appreciation in the future...and I was awfully sure he would because once he'd had his first taste of her loving, he'd be champing at the bit to get more. That of course was the downside—that he'd then be looking for excuses to come to Mobile more frequently.

Moving across the room, Blondie picked up the tempo from the radio and began to dance just for Beau, who was sitting in the other chair with his hard dick in his hand. Untying the silk belt of her negligee, Blondie pulled back the lace fabric and let him see it all, erect, pink nipples and the dark shadow of her pubic mound through her black lace panties, as she maintained her gentle bumps and grinds. I marveled that here I was, watching my beautiful wife dance nearly naked for my boss while he masturbated...wondering just how many men had ever had an employment experience like this.

Watching Beau stroke his stiffening cock, Blondie turned to me, giving me a pouting smile, as if to say, "Oooh!" in clear anticipation of getting it inside her. As she moved about in the small area between the table and the entryway, strutting her stuff, she shrugged the negligee off her shoulders and let it fall to the carpet, dancing for him in panties, garterbelt, hose and shelf bra. Her nipples, which she'd coated with frosted pink lip gloss, were swollen with excitement and lustrously glowing like hard pink pearls.

After a couple of songs, she moved in closer to him, reaching out and taking his right hand. Guiding it to her damp crotch, she let out a moan when his long middle finger slid inside her. Hunching against his finger in time to the music, she cupped her breasts and massaged her nipples with her thumbs. Looking down at him through slitted eyes, she cooed,

"Oh oui, oui, oui, bébé (Oh yes, yes, yes, baby), oh oui, oui, oui, that feels so good," as she humped his hand faster and faster.

Pushing in even closer between his legs, she pressed increasingly harder against his hand until he leaned forward and put his face in her crotch. Pulling her panties down to her ankles, he grasped her buttocks with both big black hands and began licking her clitoris. Blondie stepped out of her panties, smiled gloatingly at me then suddenly responded explosively. Grabbing his head in both her small, white hands, she ground her cunt into his face, her hips thrusting at him jerkily for the next several minutes until she suddenly threw her head back and wailed loud enough to be heard in the next room,

"Oh yes, baby! Oh fuck yes! Oh yes, oh yes, I'm comin', baby, I'm comin', Oh God yes, I'm comin'! Don't stop, baby, don't stop! Make me come, lover, oh God yes, make me come, Beau, make my sweet little white pussy come, you black devil you!"

I was thrilled to death...Beau was already making her come and the night was just getting started. I knew she was now putty in his hands, game for whatever he wanted. He'd done a very smart thing getting her off right away...now he could play her like a fiddle. He didn't know it yet, but I did. From past experience with other black guys, I knew he had just made my wife his little white whore...his for whatever he wanted her to do to him or for him. When she finally stopped shaking and moaning from her orgasm, Blondie backed away from Beau, gave me a wobbly, smirking smile, licked her fabulous lips, and said in a sultry drawl,

"Now, I told you this was going to be a special situation, didn't I, Dickie boy?"

Pulling Beau up from the chair, Blondie dropped to her knees in front of him. His semi-hard cock was hanging out the front of his shorts and she gave it a quick kiss on the head. With both hands, she grasped the waistband of his red jockeys and pulling them down to his ankles, lifted each foot to remove them, then removed his long socks. What a sight that was, watching my soul mate, on her knees, stripping my boss while his big, black, semi-erect cock bobbed just inches from her face. Pushing his clothes aside, she took his cock in her hands, looked up at him and said huskily,

"Yum, yum, yum...à ton tour maintenant, chérie (your turn now, darlin') à ton tour (your turn). "

Jacking him off insistently now, Blondie turned to me, licked those luscious lips again and gave me a devastatingly diabolical smile, taunting,

"Oh yeah, Dickie boy, look what mama's got to play with. I told Beau you'd want to see me give him more than a hand job, and you do, don't you, mon cocu (my cuckie)? You want to see me give your boss a blowjob, don't you, cocu, hmm? You do want me to suck this big ol' black dick, don't you, mon mari cocu (my cuck husband)? Come on and tell me, Dickie boy, do you want me to suck it?"

I tore my eyes from hers and glanced up at Beau who was watching me intently. I smiled at him and said,

"Yeah, baby girl, you go for it--you suck that big black dick, sweet thing—suck it good! Make Beau feel real good, honey...show him your best Southern hospitality, girl...suck that dick!"

It was the first really good look I'd had of his penis, and like most of the black guys she'd hooked up with previously, it looked to be around nine to ten inches long and thick. It was circumcised and very dark. It looked to be about the same length as Tommy's, the first black guy she'd fucked, but it was somewhat thicker...a true horsecock...what she so liked about black guys.

Adding her other hand, Blondie began to stroke it two-handed as she licked and kissed the big purple head and when she took it into her mouth and began blowing him, Beau let out a groan and looked over at me rather guiltily. I just grinned at him and motioned for him to hold her blonde hair back so I could see the action. Pulling back her platinum tresses, he looked down at her intently and whispered,

"You are one beautiful, sexy, surprising woman, you know that?" Blondie paused in her blowjob and smiled up at him, her hot pink lipstick smeared,

"An' you have a beautiful cock, baby, you know that? An' you can't believe how badly I wanted to do this in Colorado..." then giggled, "I'll bet if I had you'd have been down here to work with my husband long before now, n'est-ce pas (right)?"

Beau smiled and groaned, "Oh yeah, pretty girl, you better know it! Oh fuck yeah I would have!"

A few minutes later, Blondie complained that the hard, commercial carpet was hurting her knees. Getting to her feet, she sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Beau over to stand in front of her. Grasping that huge black dick in both hands she resumed the blowjob, picking up the tempo, with both mouth and hands. He was standing legs spread, one hand holding back her hair for my benefit, the other on his hip...moving his hips back and forth in response to Blondie's fevered ministrations to his cock. In fact, he was literally fucking her mouth—I was sitting here watching my black boss fuck my beautiful blond wife in her very receptive mouth—what a fantastical scene and it was about to get better.

When Beau began a steady low moaning, Blondie paused and looked up at him, asking,

"You wanna come like this, darlin'?"

When he confirmed that with a moaned, "In your mouth? Oh fuck yeah, baby," she looked over at me while continuing to jack him off, smiling a devilish smile, asking me with faux innocence,

"Want me to let him come in my mouth, Dickie boy? I'll bet you'd love to see your boss come in my mouth, cher, wouldn't you?"

When I nodded my agreement, Blondie looked up at Beau smiling and crooned sexily,

"Hear that, lover? Mon mari cocu (My cuck husband) wants me to be real nice to you, chéri, an' let you come in my mouth while he watches. That work for you, baby?"

As those full, hot-pink lips engulfed the head of his cock again, Beau moaned, "Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah, oh fuck yeah!"

With a look of concern, Blondie asked him, "If I do are you still gonna be able to come in my pussy later, sugar?"

Beau grinned wickedly and gasped, "Oh yeah, mama, just give me a little while, okay?"

With that reassurance Blondie resumed her enthused sucking until suddenly Beau made a sound like "Aahhrrgg!" and began bucking his hips into her face, fucking her mouth with a fury. Immediately, a small bloom of pearly liquid erupted from the corner of her luscious mouth. She made a loud slurping noise and a large, pearly white dollop of semen escaped over her full bottom lip onto the bedspread between her legs then ran down to the carpet between his feet. I realized that in his orgasmic frenzy, Beau was pushing that big dick so far into her mouth he was gagging her and she couldn't swallow his cum fast enough.

I said forcefully, "Back off, Beau. You're choking her!"

Startled, he jerked back so abruptly, that the head of his cock popped from Blondie's mouth, still pumping out a streamer of hot semen. In rapid succession he fired two more jets of his seed onto her face and neck and into her hair. I sat fascinated as my lovely spouse held that throbbing, black cock in both hands, aimed at her face, willingly licking away the diminishing dribbles of hot liquid she had milked from this black man with her succulent mouth.

I had never seen a man ejaculate on Blondie's face. I had watched guys pull out at the last minute when fucking her and shoot their loads on her belly or her breasts, but never her face. Nor had I seen many men come in such quantity...she was a total mess...bathed in semen...but she was smiling as she lovingly rubbed that huge, softening, black cock all over her face and neck. She licked and kissed it and took the head back into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it, evoking more groans from her newest lover.