“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?”