Success for me and my young Black Colleague
Veronica Fucked by Husband's Trainee
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This story deals with interracial sex, Cuckolding, controlling, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. I am not an Ernest Hemingway. It is just another black stud and white wife story. They are free, so don't expect a literary masterpiece. All negative anonymous comments will be deleted.
When I first took the job at Eastside Law Firm, I was fresh out of law school, tenacious and ambitious. That was almost 10 years ago. I worked hard and my hard work paid off and slowly I rose through the ranks within the firm and also acquired substantial wealth. I was able to purchase a townhouse on the eastside and the lawyers token BMW. I married my wife Veronica right out of college. She was a stay at home wife.
We met as freshmen in college. She was 18, brunette and gorgeous. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I asked her out and we dated all through college. After college we were married and I continued to work hard. Veronica acquired the lifestyle of refined social leisure, punctuated by daily visits to the gym and the occasional attempt at cooking.
This story really begins about 3 months ago. I was made junior partner in the firm. As such my role within the firm changed a little. In addition to assignment of the more difficult cases, I was also appointed the task of mentor to one of the new recruits of the firm. Eastside accepted 3new recruits this year. All graduates were from Ivy League schools and all bright and determined.
I was particularly impressed by one of the three. A 23 year old African American called Tyson. He had worked his way out of the ghetto and graduated from Harvard on a full scholarship. The young man was brilliant and also a nice guy and it was he who I really took under my wing.
About two weeks after his arrival at the firm, I was entrusted with a particularly difficult case, and I encouraged Tyson to work through it with me. We spent countless hours together formulating our case, so much time that I think Veronica actually began to feel a little suspicious of all my late nights at the office.
During those hours we found out a lot about one another and became friends. Tyson accompanied me to court on the day the case was heard. We began confidently but as the hearing progressed I could tell we were in trouble. In fact, it was out of sheer desperation that I requested a short pause in
proceeding. Fortunately it was granted. I fell back in my chair and took a deep breath, and then I looked around and shrugged to Tyson who moved forward to speak with me.
He murmured something then pushed a manila envelope into my hands. Surprised, I opened it and saw a neat list of citations and cases complete with summary. I looked more closely and saw quickly the relevance and obscurity of the data. I turned around with a look of astonishment on my face. Tyson was back in his seat. He just smiled and gave me the big "thumbs up."
Needless to say, we won the case. I was ecstatic
afterwards and thanked Tyson profusely. I insisted that he accompany me to my favorite bar for some drinks. When he accepted, I called Veronica to tell her that we had won the case and that I was going out for drinks with the guys from work. She was understanding but added, "Please leave some celebration for me."
Tyson and I stayed in the bar longer than I had planned. We talked a lot but drank little. Eventually I looked at my watch and was shocked to see that it was almost 11.30pm. "Oh shit", I exclaimed, "I've got to get home or Veronica will think I'm dead."
As I had driven Tyson to the bar, I felt obliged to drive him home. He said it didn't really matter but I insisted, I just asked that he come with me to my home first so I could check in with Veronica. It would also give him a chance to meet her.
It was almost midnight when we pulled into my driveway. I led Tyson up the stairs to the front door and then unlocked it and brought him inside. I called Veronica and a few seconds later she came out of the living room into the hallway, dressed only in her black satin lingerie, holding two glasses of champagne. "I thought you were never coming ho..."
Her words were cut off when she saw that I was not alone. She stood there, seemingly confused as whether to run back into the living room or to continue her sentence. The effect was that she just stood there looking at Tyson, and he just stood there looking at her. As my wife stood there revealed and silent in front of Tyson I found myself more than a little excited. I wondered what he was thinking.
I broke the silence. "Veronica, this is Tyson. Tyson, Veronica."
I think Veronica finally realized that there was not much point running.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you."
She gave me a glass of champagne and held out her hand to Tyson who took his eyes of her body long enough to take it in his.
"I didn't expect John to bring company. Please come in."
She gave him the other glass of champagne then turned to lead us into the living room. When she got there she took a short satin robe from a chair and put it on. She asked Tyson to sit. Veronica and I sat on the sofa across from his chair.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose." Tyson said as he sat in the chair.
"It's OK." I said as Veronica poured herself a drink.
"Veronica, today, this brilliant young lawyer won this year's biggest case."
I then proceeded to relate the day's events to her. Tyson was the hero in my tale although he seemed content to just sit back and let me tell the story.
I think Veronica noticed first that the reason he wasn't saying much was because he was too busy looking at her. She later told me that his eyes never left her, and she was sure he hadn't even heard what I was saying.
She also told me that seeing a black man watch her like that made her feel excited. She also lost interest in my words and found herself returning his gaze. She saw him looking at her toned legs. She told me that she wanted him to see her, to desire her, to touch her. She was looking at him, but imagining the contract of black on her white skin. She imagined his hand on her thigh, his lips on hers, and his blackness inside her. She wondered if the rumors about black men were true.
When she noticed a pause in my story. She turned to me and said, "Now I know why you have been spending so much time with Tyson recently."
She turned back to him and continued, "Don't you think that a little selfish? Young men shouldn't work hard all the time. Don't you agree Tyson? Come over and sit next to us on the sofa, it's easier to talk here."
Tyson looked over at me uncertain what to do, but I was just sitting there with my mouth open. Veronica noticed that his glass was empty. She picked up the bottle of champagne, rose from her chair and walked towards him. He stiffened. She held the bottle in front of him. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Don't you want any more champagne?" She stood in front of him, her back to me. "Tyson has done a big thing for us today, hasn't he dear? I think he deserves some kind of reward."
She unbuttoned her robe and let it fall, and then she took the empty glass from Tyson's hand and placed it on the coffee table. She took his hand and directed it to her ass. Her hand over his she pressed it against her butt. She leant over him and whispered "This white bitch is yours tonight." Then she kissed him. As her lips met his, she pressed against him. Even I could feel her desire. She kissed him deeply and he reciprocated. I saw his other hand on the back of her thigh so black against her white skin.
Eventually she broke the kiss, stepped back and smiled at him. "Come over to the sofa." She cooed, taking his hand in her hers and giving a little tug. He got up and she led him to the sofa. She sat down, me on her left and she pulled him down on her right.
"That's better. Isn't this better honey?" She turned to
me but I didn't know what to say. I looked at my wife sitting between me and Tyson, wearing only her bra and panties. I saw Tyson, so dark next to her, unable to take his eyes off her body. I watched as his black hand came down on her knee and traced a path up her thigh. I watched and I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to stop them. I didn't want anything to stop them.
Veronica turned away as she felt Tyson's hand on her leg. "Good." She said. "There's no need to be shy." Their lips met again and then she pulled away. She turned back towards me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Tyson's hand had found its way over her waist and was cupped around her left breast.
"Where are your manners, dear? Tyson is our guest we should try to make sure he feels comfortable in our home." She took my hands in hers and placed them on her back. "Take it off for him. I'm going to fuck him tonight."
Obediently I undid the clasp on her bra and helped her slip her arms out. She sat before him and I felt myself growing harder and harder. His hands went to her breasts and they kissed again. I felt like my pants were going to explode. Veronica and Tyson seemed to have forgotten that I was there so I took the chance to slip off the sofa. As I move around to Tyson's old seat I saw that Veronica had managed to unbuckle his belt and was pulling down his zipper. She reached inside and touched his manhood.