Edward watched his wife get dressed from the corner of his eye as he tied the tie around his neck. "Honey, why don't you show some leg?"
"Edward!" said Claudia perturbed, but smiling. She liked that after ten years of marriage, her husband still couldn't take his eyes off her.
"I'm serious," said Edward. "If this deal goes through, we stand to make one million dollars in commission. Anything to get him to sign his name on that contract." Edward sold real estate around Stony Harbor, Long Island. The House in question was a fifteen million dollar beach house. Those houses were owned mostly by the rich and famous of New York City and rarely came up for sale.
"Ok honey," said Claudia letting the dress she was wearing fall to the floor. "I have just the right dress." Claudia stood there wearing a lacy white garter ensemble and let her husband stare at her in her underwear. She turned and pulled out a tight black dress that only reached halfway to her knee.
Edward held his breath and felt his penis stir. Claudia was a beauty and was born near to perfection. What hadn't been perfect, a boob job had taken care of. His wife was a tall, leggy, raven haired woman with the body of a swimsuit model and the tan to match. Her breasts had been large before the operation, but she insisted on adding a cup size. Her large boobs changed her appearance from a pretty model to a sexy stripper, but at heart she was still a decent small-town girl.
Edward was a good match with his wife. He was tall, good-looking, and fit with only a slight paunch that hadn't existed five years earlier. He had been quite the ladies man in high school and college, marrying, and settling down just after college upon meeting the innocent Claudia. His charm with the ladies translated well into sales and he was quite successful. His penis turned fully erect watching his wife wiggle into her sexy dress. He couldn't be late to this meeting, so he'd have to take care of that later.
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"Edward," whispered Claudia as they walked towards the entrance to the restaurant, "look at that black guy, he looks just like Fat Albert."
"That's actually my client's bodyguard," replied Edward. The obese black man made Edward feel uneasy, but then again so did his client.
They entered the restaurant and Edward immediately saw his client sitting alone at a table. The giant back man seemed to be the focal point of the entire room. Not only didn't any blacks live in Stony Harbor, but the sheer muscular mass of the man stood out like a sore thumb. He was bald headed, very handsome, with a goatee that gave him a sinister appearance.
"Claudia," said Edward, "this is Solomon King. Mr King, this is my wife, Claudia."
Solomon KIng stood up and Claudia found it hard not to stare as the black giant towered over both her and her husband. "A pleasure to meet you Claudia," said Solomon taking her hand in his. Her small hand completely disappeared in his. He held it slightly longer then he should of, his eyes piercing hers the whole time.
"Nice to meet you Mr King," she replied as they took their seats. "I don't usually come along on my husband's business meetings."
"Call me Solomon."
"Mr King, I mean Solomon," said Edward, "actually invited you. He saw our wedding picture on my desk and asked that I bring you along."
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Edward tried to talk up the house all through dinner, but Solomon only had eyes for Claudia. The giant black man had his arm around Claudia's chair and kept talking to her. Occasionally, the black man's hand would disappear under the table and Claudia would blush furiously. She seemed to enjoy the attention, but looked uncomfortable and occasionally stared at her husband as if asking for help. Edward began to wonder if he shouldn't have asked her to dress so sexy. She was distracting Solomon a little too much.
"As you know this house is beach front and overlooks Long Island Sound. These homes rarely come up for sale Mr King." Edward felt like he was talking to a brick wall as Solomon kept staring at Claudia. "It's walking distance to the marina, both an indoor and outdoor hot tub. An upper deck for entertaining and a large bar.
"Claudia, would you like to dance?" asked Solomon as the house band started playing a slow tune.
"I'm not much of a dancer," she replied.
"Go ahead honey," said Edward.
Claudia flashed him a glare, but allowed Solomon to take her hand and lead her over to the dance floor. Edward reached in his briefcase and pulled out the contract. He was running out of ideas to convince Mr King to sign. He looked up at his wife and client dancing his eyes growing wide at the sight.
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Solomon held her uncomfortably close as they danced. They were the only ones dancing and she felt like she was on display. Every eye in the restaurant were on them, many of them friends or clients of her husband. This town wasn't used to seeing anything interracial. Her husband was staring at them just as Solomon's hands ran down her back and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her against him.
Claudia could feel the outline of his penis against her stomach, it felt hard and impossibly huge, but it was still growing. Claudia tried to back off from touching his monstrous appendage, but Solomon held her tight and she quit fighting.
Claudia saw Edward get up and approach them. Her husband seemed nervous as he said, "May I cut in?"
"Sit down Eddie," said Solomon without even looking at her husband. Edward just stood still for a minute before returning to the table. Claudia felt a brief flicker of anger at her husband's meekness. Solomon didn't react at all, it was as if he expected people to obey him. Eventually, the music ended and Solomon led her back to the table.
Edward was pissed and was about to tell Claudia it was time to leave, when Solomon said, "lets take a look at that contract." Suddenly excited, Edward handed over the contract and watched Solomon check it out.
"What can you offer me to make me sign?" asked Solomon staring at Claudia.
"We're prepared to throw in a speed boat."
"I'm prepared to sign in the morning if you throw in the boat and an evening with your wife."
"What!" exclaimed Edward.
Claudia gasped and said, "no way, you pig."
"What do you stand to make off this deal, a million? That's a lot of money for one nights work. Think about it while I go piss."
"Never," said Claudia as the black man left the table.
"Do you believe the nerve of that man?" said Claudia looking at her husband. He actually seemed to be thinking about it. "You don't want me to do it?"
"Honey. of course not, but it is a lot of money. "We'd be set for life. We could travel, buy a bigger home, and we've talked about children."
Claudia looked at Edward in shock.
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Solomon entered the bathroom. The stalls were crowded and he squeezed his way between two men. Solomon made a lot of noise as he stood back and whipped his cock out. The man on his left, lost control and peed on himself. The man on his right, gasped, shoved his penis back in his pants and got out of there.
Solomon loved doing that to white men. Make them feel inferior, make sure their wives didn't get any that night, and maybe the men would go back to their wives and put ideas about foot long black cocks in their heads. He liked doing that to men, what he didn't like was giving white men a million dollars of his money. Least he could do was destroy the man's marriage, if she left him then she would get half the money when she shacked up with some brotha.
Solomon walked over to Bull before returning to the table. "Did you do it?" Bull nodded. Solomon smirked, patted his friend on the shoulder and returned to the table. When Edward left the table while they were dancing , Bull had poured some X-cite into Edward's wine. The drug would make him impotent for at least a week. They jokingly called it anti-viagra from time to time. Interestingly, it had the exact opposite effect on women, but Solomon didn't want help forcing Claudia to submit to him.
Claudia was crying when he sat down. Edward looked sick, but said. "We'll do it."
"Good," said Solomon. "Lets be on our way then. I'll follow you back to your house and in the morning transfer fifteen million to your agency. You should have your commission by the afternoon.
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Claudia was quiet as they drove home, Solomon's limo following them. Edward felt rotten selling his wife out for money.
"Edward," she said so softly he could barely hear her, "his penis rubbed against me while we were dancing."
"He's obviously a sick pervert. I'm sure it will all be over in a few minutes. Just think of everything we can do with the money."
"You don't understand. His penis felt huge, a lot bigger then yours. I'm scared."
Edward felt all the color drain from his face when he heard that. His penis was nothing to be ashamed of at just over six inches, but no man wanted to hear that another man was bigger. "It probably just felt bigger through his suit." He was worried though. He knew his penis was perfectly average, but what if Solomon was a little bigger. Could another inch make that much of a difference? Up until now, he hadn't thought that his wife might actually enjoy having sex with the black man.
