A confidant Blondie said, “Oh, he’ll do it, I’ll make sure of that, just trust me! That horny black stud wants some of your wife’s sweet little ol’ white pussy bad, cher, real bad. He’ll do whatever he has to do to get some of mama’s lovin’ tonight, trust me on that, sugar, trust me.”
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,