My wife Sandy worked at out local Wal-Mart on the midnight shift stocking shelves. The works was not too hard and the pay was decent. Plus in the early hours of the morning, the store was practically empty.
Sandy's boss was a man named Marty. He was a black man about ten years younger than my wife. Sandy said that he was a nice man and they often spent the boring hours at work flirting and teasing each other. Sandy always told me about what they said each night. I knew that she was attracted to him, but she never came out and told me.
The flirting and teasing went on for several months. Sandy and I would often have sex while she would tell me about the conversations that she and Marty had. Her pussy would be wetter than normal. I knew that sometimes that she would be thinking about his black cock in her pussy instead of mine, I didn't mind. I was sometimes picturing the same thing. She told me she had wondered if there was any difference between white men and black men.
One day Sandy had to track down Marty and get keys to a storage room. She finally found him in an area of the closed for renovations. He was looking at shelves that needed to be moved to another area. She asked him for the keys and he looked at her and said, "They are in my pocket, get them yourself." He was wearing a pair of loose fitting pants with deep pockets.
Sandy smiled and said, "Ok, but will I find anything else?"
"Guess you will just have to search and find out." Marty said with a big grin.
Sandy slowly walked up to him and looked him in the eye. Marty stared right back as she walked to him. When she hesitated he said, "I dare you."
Sandy smiled, placed her hand at the edge of his pocket, and slowly slid her hand in. She eased hand along the outside edge of the pocket and then down the inside seam until she hit bottom. The top edge of the pocket was half way up her forearm.
"I don't think you have anything in here." Sandy said while still looking into Marty's eyes.
"Keep looking, you might find what you need."
Sandy slowly inched her way along the bottom seam of his pocket and as she reached the inside seam she could feel the head of his cock. "Are you wearing underwear?"
"Why don't you look for yourself?" Marty said as he pulled Sandy against his body. Sandy could feel his cock growing harder. The thin material of his pants was tenting out. Sandy felt his cock twitch and knew that she had to see what was there.