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,