by Molly (molly123xyz@yahoo.com)
As young married's we were short of money. Little did
we know that my husband's insistence that I get a job
would lead to an affair with my black boss. (MF, wife,
cheat, intr)
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Being newly weds and short of money, my hubby
encouraged me to take a job at a local department store
to help with the living expenses. We had been married
about 6 months at this time and it was the Christmas
season. One Saturday the store had their Christmas
party after closing. There was food and plenty of
spiked punch.
Everyone was having a good time it seemed and it
appeared that I had gotten the attention of my
supervisor Zak. He was a middle-aged very handsome
black man who seemed to be more attentive this evening
than usual. I had carefully chosen my dress for the day
to look like Christmas and to present a nice neat look.
I wore black lacy undies (as if anyone would see them,
but it made me feel good) and a red knit dress that
clung to my 5'-9" nicely shaped body.
I knew that Zak appreciated it as I could see it in his
eyes as they would move up and down my body and stop at
my 34-c white lobes. I could almost read his mind I
thought. Periodically he would move near me and whisper
things like, "You look very striking today, Molly," or
"That is a nice dress you have. I really love red."
I don't know if it was the drink or the attention that
was getting to me, but I went to the ladies room and
wiped the sweat off my forehead, took a deep breath and
watched in the mirror as my breast rose and fell. I
pushed on them, as they felt full and swollen, as if I
were lactating which I knew was not the case. I
realized that Zak's attention was sending them a subtle
message. I noticed that my black lacy bra was peeking
out along the neckline of my dress. I decided to let it
show and give Zak something to look at.
Returning to the party, Zak moved near me again and I
could see his eyes were glued to my breast as we
chatted some more. I knew that I was drinking too much
as my head was dizzy and I was getting giggly. I took
the opportunity to look up and down Zak and wondered
what that black body of his looked like in the nude and
I giggled with my evil thoughts. Zak asked me what I
was thinking about and I told him that it was a little
personal moment that I best keep to myself.
As the evening wore on, people left the party and as I
looked around, there was Mary, a white divorcee and two
black guys from the storeroom sitting on the couch
chatting. The music was still playing, and Zak asked me
if I would do him a favor and dance with him. "Of
course," I said and we went into each other's arms.
"After all you are the boss and hold my future in your
hands," as I giggled. He gave me a squeeze as we moved
slowly to the music. "I was thinking of holding
something of yours in my hands but..." he never
finished.
My thoughts of Zak and his black body were causing me
to breath deeply and I was perspiring heavily. I was
now feeling a bit vulnerable and knew that I was having
thoughts that I should not have. I was thinking of what
I had heard about black men and how they liked white
pussy and how they especially liked the married ones.
I could feel Zak's now hard rod gently brushing against
my tummy as we danced. Zak's hands were now on my butt
gently pulling me closer and closer and I offered no
resistance as if he had cast a spell over me. Zak was
whispering, "Oh baby, Oh baby, you feel so good". "But
Zak," I protested. "I am married and me and my husband
are both southern county people and we... welllll,
uhhhh."
Zak interrupted and said, "Go ahead and say it. Where
you came from, white women don't take to the black
guys. I know. I was raised in Alabama."
"Oh Zak, I am not that way, I have always wanted to
know, well you know, I was a virgin when I married
and..."
"Oh baby I understand. You would like to try it but you
think your husband would not approve," as he chuckled.
"I don't think we will tell him, do you," as he
chuckled.
I was thinking about how wise Zak was and how naïve I
was, I was thinking of what my mom always said, "Those
black guys want white women so watch out. All they want
is some pussy and they are gone." Well I though, so
what. Women want cock too. My husband was not a virgin
and I was when we married. It is only fair that I have
a fling. I knew that this black stud was closer to
getting into the panties of my husband's white wife.
I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes as I
visualized us moving in unison gently felling and
touching, as the fires grew ever more intense. I knew
that I was getting very wet and ready for Zak to take
me from my red neck husband for this night.
I suddenly looked to see who was watching, but my fears
were ungrounded as I spotted Mary and her two black
friends sitting on a couch making out, her dress was up
around her waist and one guy had pulled her panties
aside and was sampling her juices and the other was
nursing like a baby on her white boobs. I could tell
they were not interested in what we were doing. I knew
that I wanted to do more than just dance with Zak and
there was little doubt that he wanted to get some from
a white man's wife.
Zak took me by the hand and led me to his back office
and we sat on the couch I knew that it would soon be
our love nest. I was really nervous and horny now as I
freed one white lobe and offered the hard nipple for
Zak to suckle and nibble. I closed my eyes and let my
mind wander into space as I fantasized that Zak was
relieving my swollen lactating breast. I then freed the
other breast from my bra to relieve the pressure. Zak's
hand were now feeling up under my red dress and
fingering my swollen wet lips.
I moved my hand down and felt his chocolate rod through
his pants. I wanted to feel the veined flesh as I
frantically unzipped and unbuckled his belt. I could
now feel his rod peeking out of his boxer shorts. We
both stood and finished removing each other clothes. I
kissed his chest noting the black kinky hair as I moved
lower to see for the first time his black swollen cock
peeking out from his black kinky hair.
I gasped as I saw the beauty knowing it was going to be
mine. Our clothes laid strewn over the floor as he
pushed me to the couch and knelt before me and moved to
my puffy clit to suckle and lick me all over. My lips
were swollen as well. My curly black hair was matted
and wet as he sniffed and licked driving his tongue
deep inside me with a thrusting motion driving me
crazy.
I could wait no longer, as I had to see and feel his
black cock. As I pushed him up, I went down to worship
Zak's rigid pole standing there for me to have and to
hold. I reached out and felt the veins, the head, and
then licked the clear liquid from the end as it seeped
out from the slit. I knew that this was one damn nice
stud and my white ass was going to make him mine.
Yesterday I was just a sales girl and tonight I am
going to bust the bosses black balls. I played with his
balls as they hang there in his manly sack begging me
to open my legs and let them do their duty. I knew that
they were full of his black seed and they would soon be
planted in my husband's womb.
I fell back on the couch and blurted out, "Damn you!
I'm your bitch! Take me you fucking black stud."
With that Zak moved above me and I grabbed his black
rod and guided it into my white pussy as he shoved it
until it hit my cervix, then he started thrusting as I
moved my hips around locking my legs around his waist
so he would not get away (as if he wanted to).
I wanted him to know he was mine! I had my hands on his
back digging my fingernails into his skin as his hands
held my butt close pounding me hard and fast. I wanted
my black stud to see what a young white wife could do
to him. We were both now sweating as our sweat mixed
together as our bodies fought to take all we could from
each other.
I could feel his black balls knocking on my back door
wanting to leave their load. I could feel the tension
building in Zak and knew he was about to empty those
balls into my womb. As I pulled him closer, I felt his
throbbing cock empting his balls deep inside me.
I was now shaking and jerking with my own orgasm as Zak
let out muffled groans as his balls gave up their last
drops of black seed. He gave one final thrust and held
it deep inside me. He then relaxed and laid on his
white bitch as we gently kissed and savored the moment.
Zak said, "Thanks you Molly for accepting me as I am,
just someone who admires a very sexy woman."
I thought for a moment and replied, "Zak, I consider it
an honor to be your white bitch. I knew I could bust
those black balls of yours. Bet no black woman has ever
given you a fucking like this." and giggled.
I went home and went to bed and thought of what I had
done. I justified it by telling myself that being that
my husband was not a virgin when we married, that I was
due a bit of fun. I felt between my legs and realized
that some of Zak's black seed was oozing out on the
sheets. I giggled as I thought of my husband coming
home from his night shift and wanting to have sex. Yes
I would like that as I felt the tingle coming back.
True to form, my husband came in and started playing
around. I opened my legs as he kissed me from my breast
down to my puffy lips. He licked and sniffed and licked
and sniffed some more. He finally moved up to take me
and whispered in my ear, "You sure smell like sex
tonight, Wow it makes me so hot. You smell like a bitch
dog in heat and I love it. You were very juicy and
tasty tonight as well."
I chuckled to myself and said, "Oh, honey I have been
horny most of the night. Glad you like it." I knew that
my hubby was turned on by my black cum filled womanhood
and thought how nice it would be to give him an extra
thrill every now and then, "Hummm Zak, you don't really
know how you have affected the sex life of these two
southerners. I wonder what my hubby would think if he
knew he was turned on by the smell of a black stud
having sex with his wife?"
Just then my hubby exploded with his own seed mixing
with those of my black stud. Needless to say I was
exhausted and went to sleep knowing that I had entered
a new phase in my sex life.
THE END