Chapter 2

“Errol wants me to have dinner with him tonight darling” she said somewhat hesitantly.

“He’s meeting an important client and if he gets the account, I’ll be servicing it”

“Dinner and what else?” I asked but she wasn’t biting, she came up behind where I was sitting and draped both arms over my shoulders.

“Don’t be such an old grouch” she said and pushed her boobs against the back of my head, “He’s my boss, this is part of my job and it always has been”

“He’ll expect you to go to bed with him- again”

She put her lips to my ear and whispered seductively,

“Probably yes and you know you love it don’t you?”

I grinned in spite of myself, “His place or ours?”

“Why?” she grinned back, “Wanna watch?”

“Of course” I laughed, “Can I shave you before you go?”

“Ooh yes please”

“You going to wear stockings?”

“Don’t I always?”

“What about underwear?”

She giggled and nipped my ear playfully,

“No underwear” she laughed, “Just a little dab of perfume on my cunt”

“Sexy slut” I growled, “Will you let him taste you?”

“Oh fuck yes” she giggled, “He’s got a fantastic tongue”

The thought of watching my beautiful wife with her stocking clad thighs wrapped around her black lovers head had me rock hard again, but I was determined not to touch myself that night at all.

“Oh my lord” Errol said when he called for her, “You look stunning”

“Thank you kind sir” I laughed, “You said tonight’s important to you and the company”

“Very important” he said seriously, “So I’ll tell you this in front of Tom, if we get this account, you’ll be servicing it, which means a rather large pay increase, I reckon your pay will go up by about fifty percent”

“So no pressure then” Wendy laughed and kissed me goodbye.

The next three hours were the longest of my life, my emotions were in a turmoil, had they even gone for a meal?, or were they in bed at that moment?

I cursed myself for not knowing where they’d gone, but what was the point in knowing that? If their meeting was as crucial as he’d said, I could hardly phone and interrupt it.

Did he know she was naked under her dress? Was he fingering her now? I was driving myself mad so I did what any normal man would do, I went to the pub.

They were already home when I finally arrived back much the worse for wear, they were on the sofa kissing and my wife’s dress was up round her waist.

“David” she gasped, “Where the hell were you, I was worried”

“I went for a drink” I said, how did you get on?”

“We got the account Dave” Errol said with a smile and Wendy giggled, “And I got a raise”

“So I see” I said and looked at Errol’s massive cock in her hand.

She giggled again and dipped her head to lick it lasciviously,

“I was just saying thank you”

“Want a drink?” I asked, but she was busy again trying to swallow his monstrous cock, so I wobbled unsteadily into the kitchen and poured myself a large brandy.

She was squatting over him when I got back, just lowering herself down onto his shaft,

“Oh fuck, yes” she moaned as she sank down, “Oh my Christ, this is so fucking good”

“Look at us David” she said over her shoulder, “Watch him fucking your sweet little wife, look at his huge, thick cock sliding into my innocent hole”

In spite of my drunken state I felt myself becoming aroused as she kissed him, her mouth wide open, tongue sliding between his teeth, she was dripping saliva and he was loving it.

“You like my cock don’t you?” he said and she moaned as she squirmed on it,

“I love it darling, you know I fucking love it”

Darling, she called him darling!

“I love how it’s always hard for me”

“That’s because you’re my kinky little fuck toy” as he spoke, he prodded a finger over her tiny rear hole and she moaned.

“Mmm yes baby, put it in there for me, shag me up my bum”

She’d never do that with me.

She lifted herself up off him and repositioned herself before sliding slowly down on his cock.

“Yes, oh God I fucking love it like this”

That means they must have done it before!

“Ooh fuck yes, it’s so fucking big” she squealed, “Take me to bed darling, carry me like this”

His thigh muscles bulged as he stood up, with my wife impaled on his cock.

“Oh God yes” she bit his neck and crossed her ankles behind his back as they walked slowly upstairs, I might as well not been there for all the notice she took of me.

All I could hear were her squeals of ecstasy as she clung to him, she looked like a doll wrapped around him like that, except for the big, black shaft embedded in her anus!

They didn’t even bother to close the door, so I spent most of the night hearing her squeals of delight, her moans of pleasure and her giggling, they were still at it when sleep finally claimed me in the early hours.

It was well into the afternoon before I woke up and went downstairs for a coffee, the note was propped up on the table,

“Gone to work on the new account with Errol, not sure when I’ll be back”

I punched her number into my phone and wasn’t at all surprised when it went straight to voice mail.

It took me an hour to wash then drive to the house he was renting, Wendy’s car was in the drive as I suspected and even though it was mid afternoon, the house curtains were closed.

I knocked on the door and to my surprise Errol opened it wrapped in a towel and looking sheepish.

“Hi Dave”

“Working hard are you?” and Wendy appeared beside him also wrapped in a towel.

“Step in Dave” he said politely, “Please”

I did as he asked and he closed the door.

“We were just having a shower”

“Yes” I said sarcastically, “Wendy often showers wearing stockings”

“Errol was shagging me darling”

She ran her hand over his bulging towel and giggled as it dropped to the floor revealing his fully erect penis.

“We WERE working, honest” she grinned, “But then I got all horny, it was my fault darling, I’m sorry”

“Look folks” Errol put in, “Why don’t we go somewhere for lunch, my treat?”

“Almost as good as sex I suppose” Wendy laughed, “A nice lunch with my two favourite men”

We drove back to our house where I changed into clothing more suitable for a Sunday lunch date while trying hard not to watch as Wendy stepped into a sheer white thong.

“Errol bought it for me”

“That’s a surprise”

“Oh David, stop being a bloody grouch will you?, it’s only a bit of fun”

“Fun for you maybe, but it stopped being fun for me when you started to fall in love with him”

“I’m not in love with him David, I’m in lust with his cock”

“You go with him for lunch, I really don’t want to go”

Unsurprisingly she didn’t argue, which, to my mind, just made things worse.

“Stay overnight with him if you want”

“Yes I probably will, I’ll see you sometime tomorrow or the next day”

But she didn’t, in fact those were the last words we ever spoke to each other outside of the divorce court!