Blondie Falls for My Black Boss
Southern hotwife initiates an affair with cuckold husband's black corporate supervisor
Those readers who have not read my prior account of how my sexy, blonde, thirty-something wife seduced my handsome, black boss when he flew down to the Gulf Coast from Chicago to work with me, may wish to consider doing so at
"Blondie Balls My Black Boss"
to learn how this hotwife adventure that turned into an extended affair got off to its exciting start on the evening prior to these events.
After feeding the cats I dragged my tired body into the big, lonely, king sized bed in our quiet bayside neighborhood home, my mind aswirl with vivid images of what my beautiful blonde spouse and my black boss were probably
still
doing in that
other
king-sized bed, the one in his hotel room several miles north in downtown Mobile. When he had flown in the previous evening from Chicago to spend a few days working with me—not even when Blondie had begun flirting outrageously with him at dinner this evening—I had certainly not foreseen the possibility of driving away from his hotel tonight by myself, leaving my more than willing wife behind in his room to fuck the night away in his bed. But that was in fact where my sexy little Cajun slut was at this very moment, gleefully and enthusiastically affixing the cuckold horns to my head.
It was a restless night, with my half-awake brain running a video loop of my naked mate in the bed and arms of my corporate master, the attractive younger black man who headed our sales and marketing force in the home office. It had not escaped me that she hadn't bothered to call to see if I'd made it home safely, but as I stood before the long bathroom counter shaving the next morning, I consoled myself with the hard reality that had the situation been reversed, with her leaving me in the bed of a beautiful woman, I'd likely be too preoccupied to check on
her
, too. As if we were communicating telepathically, the phone rang...I checked my watch...8:35...as I answered. A perky voice said,
"Oh
good!
Caught you before you left...need you to bring me a coupla things...so we can go lay by the pool, cher,
d'accord
(okay)?"
Speaking in a husky undertone she purred, "
Merci
mon chéri
(thanks my darlin'), for lettin' me stay last night. We had a
very
good time an' I do mean
very
."
"Beau's in the shower but you'll be glad to know your wife has used her considerable skills to persuade your boss to take the day off..."
"Wasn't
real
hard to do..." she giggled, "But, boy oh boy, somethin'
else
sure was hard...a good part of the night in fact...the
best
parts of the night,
pour sûr
(for sure)."
She whispered, "We just finished a little mornin'
baise de réveil
(wake-up fuck), babe, an' he didn't have a bit of a problem gettin' it up again—guess he wasn't lyin' when he said he hasn't gotten laid in almost a month—an' he was even able to come pretty good again this mornin',
tu sais
(you know)"
Picturing her lying there in that hotel bed, freshly fucked, caused a stirring in my gonads, and knowing my
cocu
(cuckold) preferences so well, my little Southern slut chuckled,
"He came enough so that your
secondes bâclées
(sloppy seconds), will feel real nice 'n creamy, just the way you like 'em. So you just better hurry up an' get yourself
back
here before I hafta get up an' take a shower,
d'accord
, mon amour?
"
In a very low teasing voice she said, "An' you're more'n welcome to get yourself a little taste of all the fun we been havin' just like always when I spend the night out."
That was a reference to our usual routine when she'd come home from an all-night date. She'd always fuck her overnight dates when they woke up, then come home with fresh semen in her and lie back with legs spread describing the previous night's activities while I kissed, licked and sucked her messy pussy.
"I'll stay here in bed an' save it for you, babe, but I'm gonna go ahead an' order some breakfast soon as we hang up."
Chuckling again, she teased, "So you can re-pay me for your
secondes bâclées
an'
your day off by bringin' me my white bikini an' that white, flowered sun dress I bought for the Jamaica trip...an' the sandals that go with it...oh, an' some trunks for Beau,
d'accord
, sweetie?"
If you're thinking I may have driven a bit too fast returning to town, you'd be correct. When Beau let me in the room, he had only a towel around his loins. Blondie reclined against the headboard, still naked but wearing fresh lipstick with her blonde hair brushed out rather wildly, finishing breakfast on the room service bed tray. Beau had a sheepish look on his face as he ushered me in. In the sober light of day, this little
menage a trois
with an employee and the employee's wife might be giving him some second thoughts.
But
not
the employee's wife. Sizing up the situation, she snickered my way, "I've been tryin' to tell boss man to chill out—that you wouldn't have left me here all night if you weren't okay with it, includin' all the sober-as-a-judge, mornin-after, second-guessin'."
She grinned, "I wanna have fun today...a lotta fun...a lotta
sexy
fun...so you two need to relax all that macho
connerie
(crap) so we can do that..." She winked at Beau, purring, "An'
believe
me, lover, I can handle both of you with
no
problem, an' right now it's my husband's turn in
bed
an'
your
turn to watch, okay?"
Ordering me to undress, Blondie had Beau take the tray, then she lay back waiting. Once again I was struck with her casual nonchalance with nudity in the presence of a man she'd known only socially twenty-four hours earlier. I'd had men tell me their wives weren't comfortable being nude with them, their own husbands, yet mine was totally unconcerned with her husband's supervisor not just seeing her nude but watching her have sex. But then, I'd seen Blondie totally relaxed when she was the only female present in a room, dancing naked for a half-dozen men.
Before I could even remove my shirt, she asked if I'd brought a joint. I pulled one from my pocket, holding it up by one twisted end in reply. Smiling, she mimicked lighting it, which I did before proceeding to undress. She took three solid tokes, handing it back to me as I sat on the bed. Taking three deep hits, I offered it to Beau, who surprised me with how quickly he snatched it away and took in a deep draft, then a second. as he stood at the foot of the bed, appreciatively ogling my naked spouse. As I sat back beside her, giving the dope time to go to work she and Beau played
eyesies
, looking steadily, meaningfully at each other, their gazes almost smoking with mutual desire.
Time seemed to slow as the dope's first tranquil tendrils found their way into my brain. For the first time since entering the room, I became fully aware of Motown music playing on the radio, feeling the beat resonate through the room. As if removing a blindfold, I dreamily realized there was a large, attractive, naked, black man sitting at the table across the room, staring intently at the beautiful naked blonde lying beside me. I felt a powerful and indescribable wave of sexual desire course through me as the realization that this naked woman was my wife and the naked black man my boss... my supervisor from Chicago...what was he doing here in Mobile? All that suddenly came streaming into my dope-expanded psyche.
My befuddlement was interrupted mid-thought by this sexy blonde turning my face to hers and covering my mouth with those wide, full, incredibly soft lips, clearing the way for a vehement invasion by her delicious tongue. We held that kiss as she tugged me on top of her, between flexed, spread legs that quickly entrapped my own calves. Then, ever the naughty girl, she softly and secretively whispered mockingly against my mouth,
"Put your cock in me sugar-bear an' get some of what mama's been givin' your good-lookin, boss ever since you so sweetly went home an' left her here with 'im for the night..."
"An' what I gave him again when we woke up just a little while ago."
She kissed my ear whispering, "Believe me, cher, he's takin' full advantage of your generosity."
My
God!
Under the influence of that sexy dope, entering Blondie's so thoroughly and recently used pussy felt almost transcendental, an unworldly pleasure I could imagine felt something akin to immersing my erection in a tube of warm butter. But it was a tube in subtle but constant, slow, twisting, turning, thrusting motion as she went to work on me, demonstrating how willingly she had been giving her body to my black boss since I'd left her to pleasure him. With her mouth at my ear, away from Beau, she paraded their salacious secrets in a series of intimate whispers,
"We fucked for a long time after you left but I couldn't make him come again..."
"So we slept for a while an' tried again an' he came pretty fast that time..."
"An' sometime in the wee hours of the mornin' I felt that thing pokin' me in the butt so I rolled over an' we fucked again for a while but we both dozed off before he could come."
"Then we fucked about an hour ago an' he came fairly quick this time..."
"But
he
hasn't made
me
come again since that first time..."
Pressing her lips even closer and softening her voice even more, she confided in safe French,
"
Il n'est pas aussi
bon que Victor
(He's not as good as Victor)...
il ne vient pas autant que Victor ou aussi souvent
(he doesn't come as much as Victor or as often)...an'
Sa bite n'est pas aussi grosse que celle de Victor
(his cock's not as big as Victor's)...but he's better lookin' an' a much better kisser an' a helluva lot smarter, classier guy."
She moaned softly, "An' I just love fuckin' a black man who's cool an' classy an' educated an' smart, baby, simply love it."
Then with a throaty chuckle, "One smart enough to be my husband's boss—
mmm
, I love that."
