Once the couple had gone totally into the role-playing aspect of Adam being the white cuckold, it was coming closer to the actual real thing. Adam had some association with a vendor who called on his department regularly. Harris was a big, six-foot tall black man with an imposing physique. He was well educated, well-spoken and very handsome. Adam knew that he could never approach Harris to fuck his wife but a company party was coming and the wives and girlfriends were invited. Along with certain vendors, the departmental party would number around fifty people give or take. Many of the co-workers were going to get a room after the party. They didn't want any DUI's because of the party. The couples with small children were encouraged to designate a driver for a safe ride home. Others would UBER.
The night of the party, Adam paid particular attention to what Emily was going to wear.
"Is it formal, Honey?" She asked.
"No, not really formal. I guess you should wear something like party dress. I don't know exactly. I am wearing slacks and a sports coat. No tie. Does that give a better hint?"
She pulled out several dresses but decided that most were too formal or too fancy party dress for the occasion.
"Guess I'll just have to wear jeans and a sweatshirt." She teased.
"Honey, you would look great in jeans and a sweatshirt, but I know you are joking."
Finally, she pulled out a pretty dress that seemed to fit the bill. It was too fancy for her to wear to work yet not quite formal either. It had a scooped neckline, fitted waist and above the knee hem. It was dark navy, not quite the little black dress but close. She laid it out and matched it with navy high heels and a gold chain around her neck. When she started taking out her lingerie, Adam suggested that she wear stockings and a garter belt. She did sometimes but mostly when they were about to make love. She took her robe off and began rolling the stockings up. While she was doing that, Adam nosed through her drawers and came up with a dark thong and a half bra that she also wore sometimes when she wanted to signal that she was ready for sex. She smiled and agreeably put the sexy ensemble on. Then the dress and stepped into her spiked heels.
"You think this will be too sexy, Hun?" She asked.
"No such thing as too sexy, Baby." He was especially paying attention to the quite noticeable swell of her C cup breasts and the cleavage that the half bra helped create. The gold chain tuck neatly into the very top of her cleavage drawing attention to her chest in the most obvious way.
"Damn, Emily. I would do you now."
"Thanks, but we better not. Maybe afterward in the hotel."
Everything was nice and friendly at the party. Vendors didn't work the crowd. They just relaxed and enjoyed that they had been invited. Most companies did not allow vendors to company parties and the vendors knew that it was not a selling opportunity. Notably absent was Harris. He had indicated that he would be there with a date. Adam thought that he might gauge Emily's reaction to a handsome black man. He was certain that nothing could come of it because of the obvious ramifications. About an hour after most everyone had arrived, Harris appeared by himself. As he was greeting people and being introduced to the spouses, Adam took Emily's elbow and guided her across the room.
"Harris, this is my wife, Emily. Honey, Harris is one of our most valued vendors and a nice guy on top of that."
Harris' eyes focused on Emily's face. "Very nice to meet you, Emily."
He did not size up Emily's body. He looked her in the eyes as he asked basic historical questions such as how long they had been married, where she was from, etc. Emily was very impressed with his presence. Usually when she met men for the first time they would look up and down her body and seem to be removing her clothing. Harris didn't do that. Adam said that Harris was well liked by the department personnel and that especially the women looked forward to his visits. In fact, Harris was a walking PR man. He greeted everyone when he was there for a presentation or a seminar. The ladies liked him because he treated them all with interest and respect. Adam had noted that young or older, larger or petite, the women all felt that Harris was focused solely on them when he talked to them.
"So, Harris," Adam inquired, "I thought you were bringing a date?"
"I was, Adam. The lady's mother called her this afternoon and told her that her father was hospitalized. They feared a small heart attack. I just dropped her off at the airport. That is why I am late."
"Oh, sorry to hear that." Emily replied. "Guess we will just have to keep you entertained since you are stag."
Adam felt his cock jerk just a little when she said that. Harris mingled some more and after he greeted most everyone, Emily asked him to dance with her. He looked at Adam who just smiled pleasantly and gave a slight nod.
While dancing, Emily again expressed to Harris that it was too bad his girlfriend could not make it.
"Well, not exactly a girlfriend. I mean definitely a friend, just not that kind of commitment."
"Oh?" Emily questioned.
"Yeah, we go out occasionally, nothing exclusive. I mean, I wouldn't have gotten another date with such short notice. That would not be very nice. I did want to come to the party. In addition to being good customers, your husband's department is filled with very nice people."
"Yes, I know. Plus, Adam says the ladies really look forward to your calls. You are not romantically involved with any of them, are you? I mean, I can see a lot of lust in some of their eyes when they look toward you."
"Oh, no, no. In my business that would not be a good idea. I mean even though I am a vendor, I still go by the first rule of business."
"And what would that be, Harris?"
"You don't get the honey where you get the money."
"Yes. I can understand that."
"A friend of mine got involved with a woman at one of his accounts. She was married and wanted to leave her husband for him. He was just out for a good time. When he tried to break it off with her, she made it a point to screw him really good. She started interfering with a VP and a purchasing supervisor and eventually the customer asked the company to remove him from the account. They did and eventually demoted him several times until he quit."
Emily remarked, "I guess the saying is true 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, huh?"
"Exactly."
They danced a couple of times during the night. Each time they danced, Emily felt herself getting more wet between her legs. Her thong was saturated with her juices. It didn't help that Adam invited Harris up to their room after it became apparent that the party was winding down.
"Hey, Harris," Adam said, "It is still early. Why don't we have a nightcap in our room. We are staying the night and you can have one drink, okay?"
Emily wondered if Adam had set something up with Harris. She doubted it, especially since Harris was so set against involvements that would affect his job. When they got to the room, both Adam and Harris took off their jackets. Adam made drinks and they all talked a while.
"So, Harris" Emily asked, "No girlfriend, really. Have you ever been married?"
"No. I guess I am waiting for the right woman. You know. Beside, I don't know if I am really that great a catch. I have been single always and I do like unencumbered relationships."
"Uh, love 'em and leave 'em, huh?"
"Not really, Emily. It is complicated. Some of my friends don't or can't have a relationship. Some of the single girls are looking too hard for a husband."
"Single girls? You mean there are some married girls?"
Luckily Adam rescued him. "Let's not get too inquisitive, Honey. Harris is a young, good-looking man and I'm sure he has a busy social life.
They all chuckled at this. Harris was glad that Adam had rescued him from that vein of the conversation. Indeed, he did have many married 'girlfriends'. That term being relative. Harris was also well hung and no matter how he tried to avoid it, he seemed to be just the conquest that many well-heeled suburban wives wanted to fuck. He couldn't resist really. In fact, he got invited to too many parties and propositioned by too many middle-aged wives. It seemed like if he fucked one good looking wife, five more were referred to him. Some were not that attractive, but Harris generally fucked them too.
The wife that really appealed to him right then was Emily. She had made no sexual overtones toward him, yet she seemed to exude a certain sexuality that transcended any language or body language. It was just a feeling he had. And she was a catch. That dress she was wearing and the beautiful breasts jutting up just enough to get him aroused. Not to mention those long pretty legs disappearing under the hem of her dress. No, she was trouble. He could not afford that kind of trouble as much as he would like to. When he finished his drink, he politely excused himself.
"I better be going. I am driving and didn't have much to drink tonight. I am going downstairs and get some coffee. Maybe take a walk in the cold just to be sure. I don't want to get stopped. Thanks for the nightcap. Adam, you are a lucky man to have such a charming wife. Emily, I enjoyed your company. Thanks to both of you."
When he left, they both seemed disappointed. Emily was hot thinking of what might have been. Adam was hot thinking what might have happened. He knew that there was no way he could imagine Harris being the black lover that they both craved. Harris had made no overt signal that he wanted to take things further. Adam knew that Harris was the ultimate professional. However, it didn't hurt to fantasize.
"Honey?" Adam asked, "Did you see the bulge in his pants?"
"Now that you mention it, yes."
"You apparently are his type."
"He is definitely my type, Adam. But you know that he has too much to lose if he were to dally in your company."
