This is a story of black on white, lesbianism, and black love between consensual adults.
I wasn't prepared for the attack when it came, why? Because I expected it to come from someone else that's why. My husband Mick works for a firm of lawyers and he's a bit of a favourite with the boss.
This had come about because he had taken on a case when all the supposed top dogs looked the other way. It was a certain loss they all said. But the firm had been backed into a corner by the powers that be and had to represent this well known criminal. Mick had fought the case to a standstill and by majority vote, 10 to 2, he had been acquitted by a very unhappy judge, and even unhappier police.
The powers that be recognised Mick's fight and while they didn't like the result, and vowed to get their man one day. They congratulated my husband. And now he was in the boss's eye for the future, unfortunately I was also in his eye; he had made it very plain too.
He is Derek Joiner a very affable black man who through fair means or foul bought the firm he was now the sole owner of. He and his very strong minded wife run a tight but very fair ship, it's a criminal d3efence business, and is highly regarded despite winning some high profile cases against the authorities. The people, who though they work hard, very hard, are well rewarded.
Mr Joiner held get to know you meetings with all the staff, right down to the cleaners and tea ladies, they all loved him at the off. He interviewed everyone formally and informally. Those that were married were asked to bring along their spouses too at one get together.
This was where I got the distinct impression he liked what he saw when he appraised me, even my husband said, "I think you made an impression there Jenny." Yes, I thought, but maybe for the wrong reasons. I/we met with him on the odd occasions, and then an office sort of dinner dance was held at an hotel one night. I of course made myself look as good as I know I can, and swung the night away on Mick's arm.
I danced with some others, but then Derek asked me, He wheeled me around the dance floor, he was a fantastic dancer and I thoroughly enjoyed myself, the three dances we had ended with a slowish one. He held my left hand, his right curling around my waist. And I could feel the unmistakable bulge pressing into me, the wine and exciting night had got me going, so resisting the feel of another mans cock against my pussy was exhilarating to say the least.
He knew what he was doing, I knew what he was doing, and he held me tight to it, my small attempts to press away were futile. To be honest, if the music hadn't ended I would have had a climax right there on the dance floor. I was wild eyed, I knew it, my face was flush and I could feel it. He was bushy tailed for sure, as he released me, he said.
"Later Jenny" and he walked me back, there was no mistaking what the, later, meant!
His wife who is a looker in her own right was sat with Mick, I felt a pang of jealousy, but I had just been on the dance floor with her husband, and his thick cock pressed into me, and loved it, a black cock at that! Connie is about 5ft 8" tall, about 3" taller than me. Her hair is silky black, her complexion is flawless, hardly any make up was needed, and she had a figure to die for.
As I have said, I am Jenny Scott, married for three years, 26 years old, long blond/blue. I am very good looking, even if I do say so myself, I love sex, want all I can get and then some. But we can't always have what we want can we?
Mick and I have talked in bed in the past about sex with others, we have never done anything about it, and probably never will, or should I say wouldn't. But he has thrown in the odd comment about a well hung black man, which I found quite exciting when he started telling me an imaginary tale about me and one of them. Then came that fateful night at Derek's house at a dinner party, we were the only guests.
Mick knew it was important to him, he told me it could very well be about his future, it was, and mine too as it turned out. I dressed for the occasion in a black silk gown that came to my ankles but flowed like waves around my feet, and a split right up to my thigh, my ample cleavage was on full view but discreetly so. I wore no panties or bra; I wanted the sleekness of the dress to enhance the sleekness of my toned body. I had my hair up, a silver chain running through it. I knew whatever I wore would not be out done by Connie, no chance!
But I had to admit she did look as good as I did, she wore a white silk gown similar to mine, showing off her beautiful smooth chocolate cream skin, and her cleavage too left nothing to the imagination. I saw Mick's eyes pop when he saw her. Her hair was piled up in huge seemingly loose curls, and she looked terrific.
They had a service maid to serve dinner, a chef in the kitchen and our hosts were wonderful. Derek let me know how beautiful and desirable I was. I was flattered immensely but played coy with it. His subtle attention to me was weakening my resolve against him.
The table in the expansive dining room was about 5ft long and about 3ft wide. When we sat to eat, the men took the ends, and Connie and I sat opposite each other, I was relieved in a way because it meant he wouldn't be able to play silly buggers with me under the table.
We had a wonderful sea food starter, then the main course, it had steak at the centre but it was aromatic, herbs, spices and it assailed your senses, it was fabulous, and the wine was exotic.
We were about half way through when I felt a foot slide up my inner calf. I immediately glanced at Mick who was just forking some food into his mouth and listening to Derek speaking.
I looked at Derek and he was intent on my husband. But of course they both were wearing shoes anyway. Then I looked at Connie and could tell straight away it was her foot, the twinkle in her eye told me so. I just sat there as the foot made it way up my leg, past my knee and up between my thighs. I sat there absolutely transfixed; it finished at my pussy and her toes pressing right into me.
There was no way I could prevent her foot sliding between my thighs except for standing up, and I couldn't think of a plausible reason without giving her game away. I glared at her, saying with my eyes, "take your foot away please?" Her answer was obvious; she pressed and wiggled them into deeper contact. I tried to move but couldn't without drawing attention to myself.
"Please," I mouthed. Her smile told me, "uh uh." She assaulted me under the table; I was already feeling sexy because of where we were, who we were with, and the food and wine.
The sideways attack on me that I was expecting from Derek had come from his alluring wife, and it had caught me completely by surprise. I had been prepared to rebuff his advances when they came with panache and charm. But this had been the last thing I would have expected to happen, and because of it, my defences were down around my ankles!
I literally lost control, I sat there as the toes worked me up, my clit got it, and somehow the toes got past my pussy lips in delved in, now I had bare flesh boning bare flesh. A toe was right on my little receptive button, and its antennae were up to its highest, 'receiving loud and clear' was its message. I half remember my head bowing as an orgasm slowly rippled through me. I pleaded silently for her to stop, but she knew what she was doing, so she didn't.
