tagInterracial LoveMy Second Wife

My Second Wife

bystockingking©

This is a story about work life and relationships that occur there. It involves anal, oral and vaginal sex along with other acts of gratification. All participants are to be considered 18 years old or older in this fictional account of the work environment that may or may not have occurred.

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My name is Jim. I'm a white male in his 60's, just a little overweigh, gray hair (at least I still have my own hair) and I'm a happily married man. Well as happy as any man can be in a marriage. Any one who has been married for more than three years knows that the dynamics of our relationship with our wives, well changes over time. Wives typically become needier, whinny and bitchy as time goes by. Hey, you know it's true. Of course, the "Me Too" dames out there are at a minimum are rolling their eyes and at maximum are seeking to destroy me as we speak. But, who gives a fuck. They can come suck my dick.

So, you may be asking, why the hell did you get a second wife? Well read on and find out.

I've been married 38 years. After a while you just turn into a walking punching bag with two phrases that get you out of most of the troubles you get into as a married man. Those are, "yes dear" and "I'm sorry dear." You settle into a comfort zone that gives you, if you're lucky, a home cooked meal six days a week, sex every other week (except when she's on her period), and a blow job on your birthday.

I work in an office that has many other companies around me. It's one of those office sharing areas that has a couple of receptionists to great guest. This is where it all started.

One of the receptionists started joking with me about being my office wife. It was fun to play around with a young woman. I say young, but I guess she was half my age. She was married herself, so I saw no harm in the joking. Of course, I would not have done this if my wife was there but that's the case for 90% of what I do at work.

It all started on my birthday. I was reluctant to tell anyone when my birthday was. I don't know why, I just am that way. Anyway, my office wife, my second wife Thelma got the information out of me early on in my stay at this facility. Thelma is an African American lady, early thirties, she is as tall as I am, 6'-0" and built like a brick shit house, (that's a southern term that means she's beautiful and well endowed), she has a husband and kids. I've seen their pictures and would recognize them if they came into the office, that's how familiar I am with Thelma and her family. We share everything with each other. She's kind of weird in that she doesn't conform to the typical wife or at least at work she doesn't.

Thelma and I had numerous conversations over the last six months about everything you could think of. I would gripe about my wife, she would gripe about her husband and kids. I remember one night when we were both working late that we had an interesting conversation over coffee about our sexual likes and dislikes. It was comforting in a way to have someone I could talk to about 'sexual' things without fear of recrimination or feeling perverted. I know I'm perverted but that's another story.

When I was telling her my sexual likes in lingerie, she would say, "Oh, I like that" or "I have that!" I even told her about the annual blow job. Hey, when you get old and a younger lady opens the door to this type of conversation, you don't tip toe in, you jump in full force. I felt free to talk about anything with Thelma, in a private setting of course.

Like I said, it was my birthday and I had left for work with the intention of making it home that evening for my annual blow job. Five minutes of heaven to offset the rest of the year.

Thelma greeted me from behind her desk with a big, "Hello Birthday boy," when I arrived at work.

"Thank your Thelma, I appreciate you remembering."

"Remember," she said, "I have it marked in my calendar and circled in red!"

I just laughed and tossed up my hand as I went by and headed for my office.

I usually keep my door open unless I'm on a conference call or watching a company video. It was about 10:00 AM when I saw a female leg sling around the door frame and move up and down. I sat back in amusement. It was an African American leg with black nylon covering it. It had to be Thelma.

"Very nice," I said casually. "Do I get to see more than just a calf, ankle and foot?"

"Maybe," came Thelma's familiar voice from behind the wall.

"Love the shoes," I said. She was wearing a pair of black 3" high heels. Because of her work, which requires her to walk all over these offices, carrying who knows what and moving furniture, Thelma always wore flats.

"Get your ass in here girl," I commanded.

Thelma came around the door frame singing, "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Jim, happy birthday to you." She curtsied at the end of her song.

"Thank you, Thelma," I said, "I really appreciate it."

She came in my office and closed the door. That typically meant that she had a serious gripe and didn't want anyone else to hear it.

"What's up?"

"I just wanted to talk for a minute," she said. I noticed she locked the door.

"Have a seat," I offered her the other chair in my office. She sat down and crossed her legs. I noticed immediately, that she was wearing stockings. Usually, she would go bare legged, unless there was a special reason to 'dress up' a little for work and then she would wear pantyhose. Those are easy to spot too.

I moved my chair over so that I would have a better look at her legs.

"You remembered," I said as I nodded toward her.

"You said they were your favorite," she responded with a smile. "I had to wear them today, just for you."

"Man, that's a great birthday gift, thank you."

She moved her chair closer and whispered, "Do you want to touch?"

"May I?"

"Yes, you may. It's your birthday and as your office wife, I give you full permission."

I couldn't believe my ears. She was giving me full permission? What does she think that means? I know what it means to me, but I wondered what it meant to her? Either way, there was no way I was passing on this.

I was in my office chair that has wheels, so I rolled forward until I was right in front of her. I reached out timidly toward her legs.

I touched her nylon stockings just below her knee. It felt like good quality stockings, probably 10 denier, maybe 15. All I know is that these were the expensive ones that you must get from high priced stores or overseas.

I ran my hand around her knee and under it to the backside of her calf. Man, they were silky smooth and the black nylon against her black legs, nearly drove me wild. My hands were shaking, and my dick was throbbing, pushing against my zipper in an attempt to get out.

I was using both my hands, rubbing and fondling her legs. I pulled her left leg up and pulled her shoe off. The aroma just about sent me over the edge. I stroked her feet and bent over to lick her stocking clad toes.

"This is truly the best birthday present ever," I beamed. "Thank you for this."

"You're welcome but I have one question for you. Are you going to unwrap your present or not?"

I must have looked puzzled.

"You said you liked other things, are you the least bit curious about those?"

"Oh my God," I moaned as she stood up from her chair.

"We only have a little time. I told Sharon that I'd be right back."

With that I reached over and pulled the zipper down on the side of her dress. It slipped off of her hips like melted butter off a hot knife. It literally took my breath away. She was standing there wearing a garter belt and her stockings but no panties. Her pussy was shaved bare. It was obvious that she shaved her pussy regularly. It was like staring at a 13-year-old pussy. She was totally bald.

"Oh my," I moaned again, "You're beautiful. I mean, you know I find you attractive, I've told you that before but now, Jesus, I don't know if I'll ever forget this."

"You have about five minutes, what would you like to do?"

"Thelma, I want to fuck your pussy."

She smiled and stepped out of her dress that was on the floor. She walked over to my desk and putting her hands on the surface, bent over and spread her legs.

I unzipped my pants and yanked my cock free. I've heard stories about African American men and how long their dongs are, so I figured my little fat cock would not be of any concern. I'm just average I guess. My cock is six and a half inches long but kind of fat, girth wise.

I walked up behind her and ran the head of my dick up and down her slit. She was wet and ready.

As I pushed my cock head into her, she said, "Happy Birthday Jim, from your second wife."

I pushed all the way in. The heat of her pussy was almost unbearable, almost! I thought I fit her well. I could feel her pussy grabbing my cock as I fucked her.

"I knew you probably wouldn't be getting any thing like this at home, so I thought why not here? I mean you and I have joked about this for a long time. It just feels natural."

I was gently pushing in and pulling out of her as she talked. My hands were roaming her stockings.

"Jim are you going to fuck me or just play with me?"

"Fuck you," I hissed as I started slamming my cock into her. I could feel her moving forward with every thrust. Papers were getting pushed around by her breast and hands. I saw my meeting folder that I had been working on that morning, move to the edge and then over, scattering papers everywhere.

Thelma had her head down on the desk now and I hear her moaning softly.

"Shit I wish we were at a hotel, so I could scream," she said. I heard her muffled screams and saw her grab the edge of the desk and holding it tight as I fucked her.

Slap, slap, slap, was the overriding sound in the room, my swinging balls hitting her ass. I was breathing heavily from the exercise and she was face down on the table, trying not to scream in ecstasy.

I plowed her pussy thoroughly, or as thoroughly as I could. Hell, I'm an old white guy. What the heck. Every time I get a chance to fuck a lady half my age, hell any lady, I take it. This was no exception.

"Thelma, I'm cumming," I hissed. I was speed fucking her now. My cock was jack hammering her pussy and she seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Not yet," she almost yelled.

I tried to hold it. I could buy her another minute but that was it. All bets were off. I was heading for the gold.

After another minute or so I yelled, "I'm cumming! I can't stop it."

"Me too," she cried.

I felt her hot juices flowing around my cock just before I exploded inside her pussy, sending torrents of sperm filling the inter crevasses of her womb.

I staggered back, my dick fell limp against the front of my underwear and I grabbed for my chair. I had to sit down before I fell down.

Thelma stood up and looked over at me. "Are you alright? Don't die on your birthday," she laughed as she came over and gave me a hug. She kissed my cheek.

"Do you have any Kleenex?"

"Over on the printer table," I said, trying to catch my breath.

She found them and wiped herself clean. She dropped the Kleenex in my waste basket. "That's for you to remember as you go through your day."

She came over and put her skirt back on, zipping it up and adjusting her waist band to be presentable.

"I hope you enjoyed your birthday present," she said, standing over me as I sat in my chair.

"I sure did," I said, "It's probably the best birthday present I've ever received."

"Probably?"

"Well, yes, there are things that I haven't told you that play into this."

"Your wife wore stockings for you and fucked your brains out?"

"No, someone else did."

"Oh, I've got to hear this. I've got to get back to the front desk, but I'll be back around lunch to hear this story of someone else wearing stockings and fucking you on your birthday."

She kissed my forehead. "Are you really okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. You're a wonderful fuck."

"I'll take wonderful," she said as she opened the door and pranced out of my office.

"Zip up before you go out," she said, leaning back into the doorway.

I looked down at my limp dick and realizing the door was open, jumped up to put it away.

"Thanks Thelma," I yelled out the door.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, returning to my office to try and get some work done.

At lunch time, there was a knock at my door and Thelma stepped in my door.

"Come on Birthday boy, we're going to lunch."

"Okay but it's on me. I won't have you buying lunch when you gave me such a wonderful birthday present this morning."

"Sounds good to me," she smiled. "Let's go."

We went down to my car and I drove to the restaurant that I had picked. Thelma was being playful by raising her skirt to show her stocking tops. I started getting hard again. It was also hard to drive!

"Are you getting horny?" She reached over and rubbed my cock through my pants.

"Shit Thelma, you need to stop, or I won't be able to walk into the restaurant."

She laughed. "Your second wife wants to make sure her hubby's happy today."

"Well, you're succeeding."

I pulled into the restaurant parking lot and Thelma leaned over and bit my ear lob and then stuck her tongue in my ear.

I laughed and got out of the car. I went around to let her out and she gave me an all the way from pussy to toe leg show.

"I don't know if I'll live through the day if you keep that up," I said as we walked into the restaurant.

"I hope you left me something in your will," she whispered in my ear.

We went in and were seated near a window. Thelma looked good in the muted light that was coming through the window.

During the meal we talked and laughed about a great number of things. She was constantly rubbing my leg with her stocking clad foot.

After lunch we were headed back to work when Thelma said, "Why don't you go down to lake park for a few minutes."

I instantly turned down the road that led there and parked in a shaded area near the lake.

Thelma leaned over and unzipped my pants, pulling my hard cock out.

"This is the first time I've seen it hard. You look very nice. I like the veins that bulge out." She looked at it a little more and said, "You're circumcised!"

"Yes, is that bad?"

"No! I love circumcised cocks. They're usually a lot cleaner. I notice you smell of soap."

"I cleaned up the best I could after we had sex this morning."

She kissed the head of my cock and licked under the head. I almost fainted. She engulfed my cock and went all the way down on me and started bobbing her head.

"Oh, shit Thelma," I moaned loudly.

She doubled her efforts and was making a lot of sucking and slurping noises that got my hips to moving. I was bouncing up and down on my seat, trying to penetrate her mouth further.

"Thelma, I'm about to cum. You need to pull off if you don't want a mouth full of cum."

She went all the way down on my cock and I could feel her tongue was moving around my cock. I unloaded in her mouth. It felt like I was pumping a gallon of cum into her mouth. I know it was that much, but it drained me.

She let my dick out of her mouth and laughed. "Is that all you've got?" She licked my dick and slurped on the head of my cock as little droplets of cum continued to push out.

"Yes, I'm sorry to say. That's all I've got," I laughed as I let the seat back down some and leaned back to relax.

"I bet you've still got some more," Thelma giggled, while rubbing my limping cock with her hand.

She sat back up and looked at me as she unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled it out of her waist band and unfastened her bra. Her huge breast flopped out. She leaned over and kissed me and we embraced one another, passionately fondling each other.

Thelma went back down to my cock and picked up my limp dick. She licked it several times and it began to respond to her touch. She placed it between her breast and started moving her breast up and down on my cock. It began to grow hard again as she allowed me to masturbate my cock with her breast.

It was really hard again and as the head of my cock popped up between her breast, she would lick the head and sucked the tip until it disappeared between her breast again. Man, it really felt good. I was just leaning back in my seat, watching other people move around us, most not paying any attention to what was going on in the car. One guy did and paused for a minute, but his girlfriend dragged him on.

Once my cock was hard enough, Thelma started sucking it again. This has to be heaven! I almost had an unworldly out of body experience. My eyes rolled up in my head and I experienced the greatest pleasure I'd ever had in my life. Shit, she really knew how to suck a cock. She was diligently sucking me and seemed unphased by the length of time it was taking for me to cum again. I had been noticing the clock in my car. She had been sucking me for ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Finally, I felt the urge to cum. I didn't say anything this time but just thrust my hips forward and unloaded in her mouth.

She pulled off of me and turning to me, she opened her mouth and showed me all the spunk in her mouth and on her tongue. She swallowed and licked her lips.

"I told you that you had more," she laughed, "You guys just can't resist a blow job!"

"Your right, guilty. Anytime you want to suck my cock, you can."

I put my limp dick in my pants and zipped up.

Thelma put her bra back on and buttoned up. She opened the door and stepped out to adjust her blouse and waist band, then got back in the car.

"You couldn't see it but there were a lot of people that walked by here while you were blowing me, but no one seemed to notice, except one guy who got an eye full."

"Well, next time I'll have to get you to suck me and they'll notice then. You're just too quiet."

We both laughed as I started the car and backed out of the parking space. We were heading back to the office.

"Now, tell me about the other woman that you fucked on your birthday that was better than me," she said.

"Well, she wasn't better but the thrill of it was equal if not more than today," I confessed.

"More," she said. "I want details. Who was probably better than me?"

I sighed heavily.

"You're not getting out of this," she said, "Fess up."

"Well, when I was eighteen, I had a woman give me a blow job for my birthday and then we had sex the rest of the day. She wore black stockings for me. It was as much of a surprise as fucking you today."

"Come on, tell me who this woman was. A neighbor?"

I didn't say anything.

"One of your teachers? No, it had to be even more of a secret. Your sister," she yelled.

I didn't say anything.

"Come on, tell me."

"You have to promise that you will not tell anyone of this."

"Who am I going to tell without revealing that we had sex today?"

I sighed again. "It was my mother."

"Your mother? Oh my God. You fucked your mother? Oh Jesus, your mother? I've never heard of anyone who fucked their own mother."

"It's a lot more common than you think," I said softly as we pulled into the parking lot at work.

"You'll have to tell me the whole story sometime," she said as we parked.

Thelma leaned over and kissed me.

"Happy Birthday mother fucker!" She laughed as she got out of the car.

As we walked toward the building, she whispered to me, "Mother fucker, mother fucker, mother fucker."

"Enough," I said as we got to the door.

"Thank you for lunch Jim," she said to put some decorum on our lunch meeting.

I went back to my office and sat down in my chair. I was a little uncomfortable down there. I wasn't used to having sex three times in one day.

At 4:30 PM, Thelma came to my office, closed the door and sat down.

Before she could say anything, I said, "Thelma, I can't do anything else today. If I do, I'll be limp this evening when I get my annual blow job from my wife. Of course, it will be a disappointment considering what I've experienced today."

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