She grinned, replying softly, “Our first time an’ he gets an’ all-the-way-blowjob…betcha he’ll be comin’ back south a lot more often now, don’t you?”
Leering at me in the mirror, she winked bawdily and confided, “You’re right though, that is hot—I almost came again when he started comin’ without him even touchin’ my pussy.”
Eyeing me in the mirror as she picked at and tucked her hair, she spoke very quietly, “Well, was I right about him or not, hmmm? Didn’t I tell you he’d go along with it? I knew he had the hots for me…I could tell he did out in Colorado, tu sais?”
I just grinned at her reflection and she continued somewhat smugly, “Well tell me, am I takin’ good enough care of your boss, hmm?”
Again I just grinned and her lovely flushed face took on a more thoughtful expression as she whispered,
“You know, he seems like a nice guy, basically…I mean, I know you two’ve had your differences, but he’s by far the classiest black guy I’ve fucked. I like him…he’s gentle an’ yet strong an’ I really do like him, you hear, cher?”
She paused then murmured, “God, I can’t wait for him to fuck me—I wanna make that big ol’ black dick come in me—I been waitin’ on this for waaay too long, babe.”
She was silent as she made a generous application of glossy hot-pink lipstick on her full lips. Turning from the mirror with that mocking gleam in her eyes again, she stepped into my arms, kissed me lightly on the mouth and briefly slipped her tongue between my lips, running it around my teeth. Pulling back, she looked intently into my eyes, teasing,
“Taste that good ol’ love stuff, Dickie boy…taste what your little ol’ hottie white wife just sucked outta your boss’s big ol’ black balls.”
Sure enough, her mouth had a residual saltiness of semen. She lifted her eyebrows and asked in a mocking tone, “Maybe you’d like a little better taste of that—maybe my big ol’ stud husband would like a little taste of creampie when his boss gets through fuckin’ me, think maybe?”
Smiling, I replied, “Maybe, but I’m not so sure I want him knowing all of our little tricks and bad habits, you know, hot stuff?”
Blondie grinned wickedly, murmuring, “Sugar, he already knows you like to watch other men fuck me, so what’s the big deal if you like to clean me up afterwards, hmm?”
Admittedly weakly, I said, “I don’t know—it’s a guy thing, I guess.”
Turning back to the mirror to repair her smeared lipstick, Blondie murmured,
“I think fuckin’ Beau is one a’ the sexiest things we’ve ever done, don’t you? When we talked about it in Colorado, I never really thought we’d ever actually get an opportunity to do it, but I was sure hopin’ for a chance.”
“My God, think about it, Richard: I just gave your boss a blowjob and I’m about to go back in there and fuck him…your boss, honey…I’m goin’ in there an’ get on that bed and fuck your big ol’ good-lookin’ big-dicked, black boss…your fuckin’ boss for cryin’ out loud.”
Fussing with her hair, she said, “You know, fuckin’ my husband’s manager from the corporate headquarters in Chicago would be excitin’ enough even if he was just some older white guy, but my God, when he’s a nice-lookin’ young, black stud with a dick like that…omigod!”