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This is an interracial, cheating, voyeur story.
Report: Ziff (wf-bm, cheating)
by
zifferman@aol.com (Zifferman)
My wife, Coleen, manages a small travel agency. Last week, she hired
Titus. That hiring resulted in fireworks for Titus, my wife and me -- and I'm
writing to tell you about it. First let me describe the "stars"of my letter.
Titus is Black, 28, and a real hunk -- muscles everywhere. Coleen is 25, 5'6,
120 lbs, 36-22-34. She had sandy-blond hair and large blue eyes. She wears
sexy clothes, too-low cut and tight tank tops, miniskirts, textured nylons, but
at her work she dresses rather conservatively, usually business suits and
skirts.
You see, I'd suggested to Titus, whom I knew through my gym, to apply at
Coleen's travel agency when he told me one day that he was looking for a new
position. I don't know why I didn't mention that Coleen, who kept her maiden
name for professional reasons, was my wife. Titus was excited when he told me
about his new job -- and his new boss.
"The White chick I work for is sexy as hell!" he told me, then went on to
describe Coleen's "tremendous tits" and "tight ass." Well, that sounds like my
Coleen.
"I'm going to lay that babe," he concluded, "going to shaft her deep!."
He raised his hands for a high-five and let out a loud, "Oowwwweeee! Am I ever
going to fuck her good," as our hands met.
"Good luck," I called out as he walked away. Good Luck? Jesus! I'd just
wished a guy "good luck" in balling my wife! Then I realized my dick was
getting firm as I imagined his Black hand squeezing Coleen's big creamy
knockers and his Black cock pistoning into her tight, pink pussy. Okay, I
confess. There was method to my wishing him good luck. You see, Coleen hadn't
been interested in sex since she got that damned travel agency. She had been so
interested in making her business a success that it occupied most of her time,
and she was often far too tired for sex at the end of the day. If Titus got
into her pants... maybe it would revive her interest in sex.
Still, I felt a little guilty about putting this pussy-hound in my wife's
work place.
About three days after Titus told me he had been hired at the travel
agency my wife came home and tossed her brief case onto the kitchen table and
slumped into a chair, seemingly exhausted.
"Oh, did I tell you I hired a new employee this week?" she asked with a
yawn.
"No. Who is... she?" I asked disinterestedly, my pulse quickening.
"He's a man, Mike. He seems like a pretty good worker. After I train him
he should be first rate."
"A man, eh? What's he like?" I asked with an evil grin. Coleen scrowled
at me. "You have to assume there's something there, don't you?"
"Naw, I'm just joking, Nor. Really, what's he like?"
"He's about 28, I'd guess. Handsome, in a way." she said, pulling off
her light gray jacket and shaking her hair free from it's bun. I could have
been mistaken, but I believe her nipples were now poking through the material
of her white blouse. I knew better than to ask too many questions for now.
Later that night, as we lay in bed, I began to nuzzle her neck. She told me
she was too tired bluntly and asked me to wait until the weekend.
At the gym the next day, Titus went on about his new boss again. "She is
so FINE!"
"Is she married," I asked.
"Yeah, but that won't matter. A lot of married women are getting
business taken care of at home and are hot to fuck."
"Do you think she is interested?"
"Fuckin' A, she's interested! She took me to lunch yesterday. We had a
great time. I tried to steer the conversation around to sex a few times, but
she is still acting coy. I had such a boner! I got up to pay the check and I
made sure she got a good look at it bulging in my pants. When I looked down
her eyes were riveted to my johnson. Then she looked up, kinda shocked and red
in the face, but she smiled. "
"Wow. Sounds like you got it in the bag, man," I said, feeling a lump
growing in my throat.
"Yeah. And this bitch customer came in to see about a trip. I started
flirting with her and Coleen, my boss, came over and said she would handle this
customer. She was fuckin' jealous, man, that I was hitting on this new bitch!"
He clapped his hands and giggled gleefully.
"How can you be sure? I mean, how can you be sure she's... interested?"
I asked, my voice cracking like a boy going through adolescence.
"Hey, I don't want to offend you or anything, but when I was in college
the one lesson that I learned best was that ALL WHITE BITCHES had this Black
fantasy! I must of fucked a hundred of them, and some would actually admit it
while the others tried to hide it. I can tell this Coleen is no different from
those cheerleaders, business major and pre-med bitches I fucked in school."
After our workout we headed for the showers. Now, I usually try to
shower alone at the gym but this time I made it a point to shower with Titus.
When I got into the communal shower stall I had to halt in my tracks. Titus had
the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It hung limply down from the apex of his groin
and jutted out from his legs slightly, resting on two large hairless balls. His
dong was a little like a baseball bat: thinner at the top and fatter at the
end. Titus's body was almost hairless, except for a little "spider" of thick
Black curls just over the top of his dong.
I felt so intimidated by being so close to such a well-hung man that my
own penis seemed to shrink up. I looked down and it couldn't have been more
than two inches long, compared to his ten-incher. Titus looked at me, at my
dong, then smiled and turned away chuckling to himself. The conceited bastard.
He began soaping up that swinging piece of meat, pulling it between his foamy
fists. I made a short shower of it and darted back into the locker room.
When Titus came out of the shower he dried himself off. Then, to my
surprise, he pulled on his dress slacks without putting on underwear. He
smiled at me as he fed' his dong gently down one leg of his slacks, "This
drives the women wild!" I knew he was returning to my wife's office and the
only thing between Coleen and that dangerous cock was the sheer material of his
pinstriped slacks.
That night, Coleen seemed distracted. I spoke to her several times
without her even hearing me. She attributed it to work and I suggested that
she take a week off, since her new man was doing so well. She quickly
dismissed the idea. He wasn't completely trained, yet. She had a far-away look
in her eyes when she started talking about him and I guessed she was thinking
about his body.
"You never told me, is this new guy married?" I asked.
"I believe so. I think he's happily married with a few kids. Why do you
ask?"
"Just making conversation, hon," I gritted my teeth. Coleen had never
lied to me before, that I know of. And she had to know that Titus wasn't
married.
Later, we had our standard, weekly lack-luster missionary sex. It lasted
about five minutes and she turned away from me. I could tell from her
breathing that she wasn't asleep and I wondered what it was that she was
thinking about.
I started hanging around with Titus more and more at the gym and our
conversation often turned to his new lady boss.
"Just yesterday, I had to come into her office to talk about something,
and she started kinda chewing on this pencil in a real suggestive way. Got me
hard thinking about her chewing my johnson instead! She caught sight of my
stiffie and smiled up at me as nice as you please, with the broadest grin."
I picked up the pace on my exercise bike unintentionally. "She must want
it bad, do you suppose?"
"Hell, she NEEDS it bad. She and I started talking about her home life
and, as I suspected, hubby isn't taking care of business!"
"She told you this?" My sweat suddenly chilled.
"Well, not directly. She said that she and he husband often were going
in different directions at home due to their jobs. I know exactly what she
meant."
Good girl, Coleen, I thought to myself. Don't let this bastard get the
best of you. I found myself hoping that Titus would come to the gym soon and
admit that he had struck out with his new boss. I had a large part in bringing
this situation about and now I felt trapped by my duplicity. I was little more
than a passive viewer in what could very well be my cuckoldry.
You guessed it! Two days later, Titus showed up just as I was leaving
the gym. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"Buy you a beer?" he invited.
Over beer Titus told me he'd fucked Coleen the day before. He said he
had her bra in his car to show me, then cupped his hands to match her boobs,
"Damned n-I-c-e tits. A real handful!" he exclaimed. Shit! I had to know more.
"How'd you do it, I asked.
"Easy! Got the chick in the storeroom and laid her, right on top of the
counter!" I had to ask: "Coleen ever tell you who her guy is?"
"Nope. Hope he loves to screw, though. He's got a real sex machine in
that gal!" I let it go at that. "Goin' to take her again, real soon!" Titus
confided. "Goin' to tie the chick to that stepladder in the storeroom. Then
when she's super-hot, I goin' to take her!"
Part of me disbelieve his bravado. I raced home to ensure that I arrived
before Coleen. If she was surprised at my presence she never let on. She
mumbled something about a "hard day" and went into the bed room. I waited a
moment, then walked into the bed room to pick up a book I'd been reading. She
had removed her jacket and I could see her unbound tits swaying beneath her
silken shirt.
"Coleen! I'm surprised at you. I've never known you not to wear a bra
to work!" I said, trying hard to sound mildly amused.
She studered, and my heart sank. It had to be true, Titus had fucked my
wife. Now, she was offering lame excuses for the evidence of her betrayal.
"Well... I was trying for a different look, Mike. I rather don't care
for it, though," she said, casually turning away from me.
"I like it. It looks hot!" I growled as I slipped up behind her and
cupped one heavy tit in my hand.
"Please! Mike! I'm very tired. I'm just not in the mood!" Coleen
pulled away from me and began removing her jewelry.
I couldn't wait to talk with Titus again. I took some time off from my
work to be sure that I could come to the gym earlier than usual and stay a
little later, to ensure that I'd happen to run into Titus again. Part of me
wanted to hear him say that his boss had told him what they had done was a
mistake, that it wouldn't happen again, that she loved her husband too much.
It was a week later that I saw Titus enter my gym. He looked tired but
managed a weak grin when he saw me.
I couldn't be coy. "Well, tell me about your new lady boss!"
"Shit, man. The reason that I haven't been able to come to the gym on my
lunch hour this whole past week is cause she wants to fuck every day now!
She tells the office help that she and I are going to lunch, but we go to
her house and fuck our brains out every afternoon."
I felt my sphincter tighten, as if I was the one being fucked. Not only
was my sweet wife screwing this big-dicked wonder but she had been doing it in
my house, in the very bed that I'd been sharing with her these past nights!
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