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 Cathy was nervous.  She kept starring at the damn red light wondering when
it would change to green.  She suddenly heard a siren.  Fuck, Cathy thought
to herself.  I need to get home.  Now!

   She glanced down at the time.  It was five-thirty.  Pete would be home
soon.  It was her turn to fix dinner.  Cathy squealed the tires as soon as
the light changed to green.

   She drove up the main street for another several blocks than finally
turned off onto third than looped around the curve and saw her husband's
car parked in the driveway.

   Cathy's heart began to race as she quickly pulled into the drive and
stopped her car next to her husband's black Mustang.  Cathy put her hands
to her face and took a deep breath wondering if she could go through with
this or not.

   Cathy got out of the car and walked up to the house.  She fluffed her
long blonde hair around and took another deep breath before walking inside
the house.  The smell of food cooking filled the air.  Pete must have
started dinner.

   She tossed her purse onto the living room sofa and quickly made her way
out into the kitchen.  Pete was at the stove and turned around and smiled
at his wife.  Cathy smiled back walking toward her husband giving him a
gentle kiss on the lips as he steered the food around inside the hot pan.

   "Honey, your boss just called a few minutes ago and told me you were
going to be late so I started dinner."

   Cathy's body stiffened when she heard what Pete had just said.  She was
frantically trying to keep her composure and not appear nervous or
suspicious.

   "Oh, uh....is that all he said darling?"

   Pete was still steering the food around as he replied.  "No, he told me
about the long meeting you two had this afternoon so I decided I'd cook
dinner tonight.  I knew you would be tired when you got home."

   Cathy went numb.  She began to wonder what exactly Phil her boss said to
Pete.

   "Did Phil say anything else darling or was that it?"

   Pete was putting the food carefully onto the plates as he replied.  "He
said something about wanting you to call back after dinner."

   Damn it!  That fucking Phil really wanted Cathy to go through with it.
He wasn't going to be satisfied until he got his thrill tonight.  All Cathy
could do was hope and pray that Pete didn't suspect what had happened this
afternoon.

   Cathy took the chilled bottle of wine out of the frig while she started
thinking back to this afternoon.

   Cathy sat on the edge of the bed as she watched her boss slowly remove
his pants.  Her heart was beating faster as she watched him straighten up
and smile at her as he stretched the thin elastic band around the tiny
thong he wore.

   Cathy tried not to stare at the huge bulge between Phil's legs.  She
felt her whole body trembling with fear and excitement as Phil stepped
closer to where she sat on the bed.  He stood only inches away from her
face and shook his body back and forth making his huge member shake in that
tiny thong.



   "Take it out."

   Cathy sat there starring up into her bosses eyes knowing what she had to
do.  She slowly and carefully raised both hands up and slipped her fingers
around the thin elastic of his thong and started to edge it down his
massive looking thighs.

   Cathy kept lowering the little thong until Phil's huge thick black cock
plopped out almost hitting her nose as she leaned down to slip the little
thing down his legs.  She straightened back up and looked at the massive
size of the black shaft almost poking her in the face.

   "Go ahead, touch it.  I want to see those little white fingers on my
cock baby."

   Cathy reached out with her left hand and slowly but gently took the
massive shaft in her tiny hand and began wrapping her dainty white fingers
around it and squeezed it making Phil moan as he starred down at her hand.

   He laughed as he starred at that huge diamond ring on her finger saying
as he chuckled.  "You married white bitches are all the same when it comes
to money."

   Cathy just looked up into his eyes knowing fully aware that Phil was in
control.

   "Stand up slut!  I want to see that pussy now."

   Cathy was still wearing her tight little dress.  She stood up taking her
hand off the massive shaft almost falling back onto the bed until Phil
grabbed her waist.

   Cathy balanced herself on the high heels she wore and looked into Phil's
eyes as he squeezed her waist and said.  "I'm really going to enjoy this."

   He than lowered his lips onto hers and gently parted her lips with his
tongue sending it home deep inside her open mouth.  Cathy couldn't resist
her boss knowing the deal they made.

   Phil's tongue was probing deep inside her mouth as she accepted it with
her own tongue.  They mingled making sloppy wet sounds as Phil ran his big
black hands across her nice round ass.

   Phil broke the kiss taking a deep breath as he looked at the frightened
housewife and laughed.

   "Take off that dress now so we can have a little look at those tits."

   This was it!  There was no turning back now!  Cathy starred her boss
deep into his eyes as she worked her hands up and around to the shoulder of
her dress.  She would soon be naked for his eyes.  Something he long
desired was now going to be his.  Cathy nervously hooked her finger under
the material of her dress and started to pull it down baring her white skin
to her black boss.

   She gulped but kept her composure as she started to unveil her milky
white skin for his pleasure.
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