For reader MS, who wondered what his wife gets up to at work...
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Mark yawned as he stretched in the comfortable bed. The sun was already shining brightly through the windows, and Mark smiled sleepily to himself as he remembered that he had booked the day off work on a whim, just for a break...what a good decision, he mentally congratulated himself. Half opening his eyes, Mark caught a glimpse of his wife getting herself ready for work, and sleepily watched her.
Dawn, his wife, was moving around the room as quietly as possible, trying to avoid waking her husband. Mark feigned sleep as he surreptitiously watched Dawn through narrowed eyes. As she busied around the bedroom, Mark studied her body...still sexy at 35, Dawn had tousled blonde hair, and a well proportioned petite figure with perky 34b breasts, a pert little ass, and a pouty mouth. Dawn had always had a knowing air that made her sexy, but her conservative, almost demure demeanour sometime masked this. Watching her, Mark's thoughts drifted to the events of the last few weeks...
Although by no means a prude, Dawn had usually complied with Mark's initiative regarding sex rather than taking the lead herself, but recently she had started to become more demanding, even aggressive, in bed. Mark recalled being woken in the early hours by Dawn's soft, insistent mouth working his cock to full erection, and then clambering on top of him as she rode herself to orgasm, almost disregarding her husband's desire. And the fact that Dawn would want sex three, sometimes four times a night, whereas she had always previously been satisfied with once per session...she also seemed to want, almost demand, sex much earlier in the evening, soon after returning from work, sometimes whilst still dressed in her smart office clothes. Mark had no objection to that – indeed, he enjoyed it – but ...
There had recently been a bit of a shake-up at Dawn's office, with some new staff joining the team. At first Dawn had been rather animated by the whole situation, sharing her concerns with Mark – she was to be allocated a new manager, and naturally Dawn was a bit uncertain about the future. However, things had settled down a little now, and although Dawn had mentioned that her new manager was a self-confident and self-made black guy called Errol, she hadn't talked about work much at all since then. Mark noticed that Dawn would become evasive when he asked about work generally, and Errol in particular, and his mind began to wander...
For some years now, Mark had found himself wondering how it would be to watch his wife performing with another man. Although Dawn would occasionally indulge his fantasy during their lovemaking, Mark felt that he would never experience the unique pleasure of voyeurism. With her petite figure, pale skin and her sometimes almost submissive demeanour, Mark found himself becoming particularly excited by the prospect of his wife being lured into sex with a powerful, dominant black guy...images of Dawn's body falling prey to a big black man, with a thick, powerful cock, filled Mark's thoughts...and the thought of Dawn becoming addicted to a big black cock, performing increasingly lewd sex acts, had Mark close to orgasm when he jacked off. Initially, Mark hadn't given any real thought to Dawn's relationship with Errol, but now, as he lay watching his wife prepare for work whilst she thought he was asleep, Mark's imagination was once again fired into action.
Mark saw Dawn glance over to the bed and he quickly closed his eyes, feigning sleep. Hearing the rustling of clothes, Mark cautiously peered through lowered eyes. Dawn rummaged through her underwear drawer, reaching deep inside before emerging with what she was looking for. Mark could hardly contain himself as he watched Dawn slip on a flimsy pink thong, panties that he didn't even know she possessed. Watching the thin strip of material perfectly part Dawn's ass cheeks, Mark's cock began to stiffen as he noticed that the virtually transparent front panel of the thong barely concealed Dawn's neatly trimmed brown pubes. Next, Dawn added a matching pink bra that pushed her little tits together and forward, creating an inviting cleavage. Again quickly glancing over her shoulder at the bed, Dawn then slid on a tight black skirt, much shorter than her usual work clothes, that settled more than half way up her bare thighs. This was followed by a snug fitting black vest top so tight, Mark noticed, that the patterned design of Dawn's push-up bra was clearly visible through the thin material. Mark couldn't believe his eyes – there was his wife, who normally dressed in a smart but demure style, dolling herself up like the stereotypical office slut. Dawn completed her outfit with a pair of strappy heels and a heavy coat of lipstick, and out she went.
Mark waited until he heard the door slam before quickly getting out of bed, all thoughts of sleep now forgotten. His semi-erect cock bobbed ahead of him as he padded over to Dawn's wardrobe. At first, all he could find was his wife's usual work clothes – conservative, well tailored black or navy suits, either tapered trousers or knee length skirts. But then, hidden in the recesses, he found a couple of other items, clothing that he'd never seen Dawn wear but that he wished he had...a bright red miniskirt that would hardly cover one-third of her legs, and another short skirt, black and flared. Moving to her underwear drawer, Mark's discoveries continued – pairs of sheer black stockings, three or four thongs, more padded push-up bras...what was going on, Mark wondered...Mark's mind suddenly presented him with an image of his precious wife, body pale and vulnerable, clinging tightly to an anonymous black lover, her clothes ripped from passion as she devoured a black cock far more potent than his own...The twin emotions of jealousy and desire, all too familiar to a cuckolded husband, coursed through him, but Mark couldn't deny his erection. It was going to be a long wait for Dawn to come home...
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Dawn ignored the stares of the other girls at the office where she worked as she busied herself with tasks. She knew what they were thinking...'she doesn't normally wear clothes like that'...'who does she think she is'....'little slut!' But Dawn didn't care. She was determined that this was going to be her day.
At first, she had tried to deny her feelings. When she was introduced to her new boss, Dawn had baulked. Errol was a tall, well built man in his mid or late thirties, carried a strong aura of success and power – and was black. Dawn remembered feeling the colour drain from her face, before blushing furiously when introduced to Errol and shaking his hand. Her emotions were in turmoil...Dawn knew that her husband had developed lurid fantasies about her fucking black men, becoming a slut, and had indulged Mark as a bit of fun. Dawn had never thought of herself as being attracted to black guys like some other white girls she knew who couldn't seem to get enough, but she had always dismissed them as loose sluts. Although Dawn had once got a little too drunk at a party when she was at college, and vaguely recalled some arrogant black guy groping her before she had drunkenly jacked him off, she had never admitted this to her husband and had dismissed it as youthful excess. After all, what pretty young white girl hadn't at least touched a black cock at some stage? But now Errol had her feeling like a teenager...
Dawn couldn't get enough of his attention at work, and found herself irrationally jealous when she noticed Errol looking at some of the younger girls in the way that men do. Once, when called into his office to discuss a project, Dawn knew that she was blushing and cursed the fact that she was wearing a trouser suit that day, albeit that it clung tightly to her shapely ass. Dawn tried her best to be girly and flirtatious, and at one stage was sure that she caught Errol looking down her top to her modest cleavage...Dawn made no effort to cover herself up, and when Errol guiltily looked up at her, Dawn just smirked sexily. Going to the bathroom later, Dawn found herself moist and sticky between her legs.
Dawn would have erotic dreams of Errol taking her, using his physical strength to ravish her body, and awake desperate for sex. She would be unable to resist arousing her husband and shamelessly using his cock to satisfy her own cravings, although she never confessed that she was thinking of another man. Dawn found herself buying clothes that she would never have previously considered, short skirts, tight tops, bras that made the most of her little tits, and panties that barely covered her cunt. And Errol was giving her more and more attention at work...
All of which led to this. Dawn had dressed in her sexiest clothes, knowing that she would be spending the entire afternoon working alone with Errol, and the feeling of eroticism build up during the morning as she could feel her bare ass cheeks against the material of her skirt, her thong rubbing against her swollen pussy. Just before her meeting, Dawn went to the bathroom to re-apply her lipstick, putting on a far heavier coat than was usual or even decent. Looking in the mirror, Dawn knew that she exuded sex appeal, but as a final touch reached under her top to remove her bra, aware that the material of the black vest top would cling tightly to the curve of her breasts.
The meeting went well, but carried on slightly later than she had anticipated. Throughout the afternoon, Dawn made sure that she exposed as much thigh as she could, resisting her instinct to tug at the hemline of her skirt. She knew that Errol was looking at her, and after a while he made no attempt to hide the fact – whilst she was talking to him, Errol kept his gaze firmly fixed to Dawn's perky tits, or the bare flesh of her thighs. Her usual leaving time passed, but still Errol made no sign of letting her go. Unsteadily, Dawn rose to her feet.
"I – I'd better go now, Mark will expect me home soon," stuttered Dawn, as she stood by the door. Come on, she thought, open it and just walk out, but instead she found herself rooted to the spot.
Errol casually sauntered towards her, Dawn once again noticing his easy athletic grace. He leant on the door, one arm keeping it shut, and Dawn caught his masculine scent and noticed the bulge of his muscular arm. For what seemed like minutes, but was in reality seconds, Errol looked into Dawn's eyes, his face close to hers.
"Don't give me that, lady," said Errol hoarsely, his tone different now, coarser than his usual eloquent work-speak. "You can't parade that cute white ass of yours like that all day and not show your boss some respect," he said. Putting his spare hand on her shoulder, Errol's gaze burned into Dawn. "Give me what I want."
Dawn felt her body trembling, whether with fear or desire she didn't know. She knew that her nipples were obviously pointing through her top, the top that she had chosen because it was so thin, and she saw Errol's gaze drop to her breasts.
"I – I shouldn't, Errol, I'm a married woman..." said Dawn, her courage suddenly deserting her. But her heart was beating wildly, and Dawn felt captivated...
Closing her eyes and tentatively leaning forward, Dawn brushed her heavily lipsticked mouth over Errol's lips.
Suddenly, the spell was broken. With a low growl, Errol roughly pushed Dawn against the door and they kissed wildly. Dawn opened her mouth as wide as she could to receive Errol's thrusting tongue, which she toyed with delicately with her own soft, moist tongue. As if a dam had burst, Dawn could no longer control herself – not able to wait for Errol to do so, Dawn pulled up her top over her braless tits, wanting to show them off to her powerful black boss. Enjoying the passionate kiss for a few moments longer, Errol then stepped back to admire the white slut in front of him. He had had a few white girls over the years, cheap over-sexed bitches who couldn't resist a bit of black, but this one was special, he thought...she seemed so proper, so conservative, he was going to enjoy this one... He caught sight of Dawn's engagement and wedding rings sparkling, and the thought of cuckolding her husband was an added incentive.
Errol roughly pulled Dawn's top over her head, leaving her standing in just her heels and short, tight skirt. Dawn's knees almost gave way as Errol's big black hands firmly grasped her tits, kneading and squeezing relentlessly. Dawn's bare tits were just as Errol liked them, a petite handful with incredibly soft skin...and the contrast between his dark hands and the soft white skin of Dawn's tits aroused them both. Dawn just stood whilst Errol enjoyed her breasts for what seemed an age, feeling deliciously vulnerable to this strong black man, until eventually Errol spoke.
"Mmm, I just love your titties babe...now get naked!" he commanded.
