“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,