My Wife's Coworer

My Wife's Coworker

An Interracial Cuckold Story

A man yields to the seductions of another man's wife.

Mary Not Wollstonecraft

NOTE:

This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

My Wife's Coworker

This story was written for the "2025 Literotica

750 Word Challenge," below this line are exactly 750 words:

I'm an African-American man married to a white woman. Her name is Lois, and my name is Alonzo. She works at a women's clothing store as a salesperson. We're in our 30s. She has a coworker, Christin, a sexy, petite 18-year-old blonde-haired, blue-eyed, white newlywed. We ran into her and her 27-year-old doctor husband, Cliff, at a movie theater.

Cliff, a resident at a local hospital, got a text ordering him to return posthaste. We agreed to take her home after the movie, and away he went.

My wife excused herself and went to the restroom.

"I hear you got a big, big dick."

"I don't fool around," I lied, wanting to tell her the truth. "Besides, we wouldn't have the time right now."

"Why don't the two of you come over for a drink after the film?"

"I don't know," I said.

A minute or so later, Lois returned. I heard Christin ask Lois if we'd like to join her at her house for a drink and dip in the pool. But Lois pointed out we didn't have swimsuits.

"Won't be an issue, Lois, we're all adults."

Once the movie ended, we left and went to her house. The house was huge, and she immediately explained that her Daddy bought it for them as a wedding gift.

Lois laughed and said, "Nice, Daddy."

"Well, he had to remind my husband who has the money. You know, to keep him in line."

Once inside, Christin had me open a bottle of champagne and poured us drinks. We sat, girl, boy, girl, on the couch and drank the wine. Before Lois reached the bottom of her first glass, she lulled to the right and went out like a flipped-off light.

"Goody. She'll be out for hours. My husband won't return till morning."

She stood, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked. Her skin was the whitest without a mark to blemish the almost colorless flesh. She moved gracefully to the sliding door.

"Hot tub, now," she said more as an order than a request.

Christin turned to me and wagged a finger. Blessed with a tight body, a patch of wispy blonde hair above her cunt, and the most perfect form I'd ever seen.

I undressed and followed her. Admiring the sight of her beautiful body from behind as she led me to our trysting pool. Descending into the bubbling water of the hot tub beneath the stars. She took my rock-hard member in her hand. Softly, the minx stroked me for a moment. Diving her head under the foamy water.

Her mouth greedily engulfed my cock. Sucking and teasing until I felt a blissful wave of ecstasy wash over my entire body. As I lay there in the hot tub, surrounded by enticing scents and female prowess. I knew no meddling thoughts or distractions could come between me and this irresistible pleasure we'd indulge in this night.

She rose out of the water, abandoning my pecker. She smiled and swallowed my discharge.

"Fuck me! Take me like a cheap slut."

There was no way I'd deny such a request from a cheating whore goddess such as her. I positioned myself behind. Thrusting my engorged penis into her tight, willing pussy. She let out a guttural moan as I pounded her rhythmically, my hips slammed against her firm ass cheeks, rippling her flesh and the water. The sensation of her warm, slick pussy clinging to my anaconda was overwhelming. Every stroke only intensified the feeling.

Picking up speed, I ravaged her harder. With each violent thrust, I pushed deeper than the last. My eyes darted between the heaving ripples of her ass and the door leading to where my sleeping wife lay oblivious. Desperation flooded me, losing myself in lust that consumed both of us.

"Harder... Faster... Use me like a cheap, dirty whore!"

I obeyed. Driving myself inside Christin. The sight of her alabaster body and my black prick slamming into her. The sound of thrashing water. Her pussy clinging to my shaft, milking. All this fueled my urgent need for release.

Our bodies moved as one, lost in the throes of our base desires. The erogenous scent of Christin's arousal hung heavy in the air, rekindling the passionate flame that burned between us.

"Yes! Fill me up."

I lost my load, filling her with my seed. I hoped I'd knocked her up but also feared that possibility. But I'd do it all again!