Claire walked slowly around the department store’s new Royal Doulton tableware display. She felt uneasy there. She was more used to working in her own department on the ladies wear floor; the lingerie section to be more precise. In fact, she was supervisor and enjoyed her own autonomy. Filling in for another supervisor on sick leave was not of her choice, especially on the household ware floor, but working in other departments was part of her contract of employment. Claire had to grin and bear it, as they say.
“You’ve moved,” a deep sounding male voice said from behind her.
It made her jump and she turned around angrily to face him. “You made me jump,” she snapped, recognising him as one of two men who came into the store a few days ago. He stood out, not just because he had shocked her in what he had said that day, but also because he was black. He was very well dressed in an Armani suit and as well as being very handsome he had an air of confidence and authority round him.
“Sorry for that,” he apologised. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She quickly calmed down. His smile and his manner brought out the femininity in her. He gave her a lingering look with direct eye contact and she had to look away. She was a married woman and shouldn’t be having the thoughts that were suddenly coming into her head.
“You were in ladies underwear last week,” he said.
She laughed.
He laughed too. “Sorry, that sounds... I didn’t mean it to come out that way but... “
She laughed again. “The lady who usually works here is off sick today and I am filling in for her.”
“Ah,” he sighed. “I... I found you very helpful last week, just wanted to say thank you.”
Claire was taken by surprise but thanked him all the same. “I’m glad you were happy. You were with another man weren’t you?”
He smiled. “As I told you, I was helping him choose some lingerie for his wife.”
“I... I’ve seen many men come with their wives or girlfriends and I’ve seen two guys come in together to... well... but never two guys to buy for a wife.”
He smiled and leaned forward. “I cuckold him,” he whispered.
“Cuckold?” she said loudly.
“Sssssh,” he responded putting a finger to his lips.
Claire looked around. No one was looking in their direction. No one seemed to have heard. She felt better.
“I don’t understand,” she told him quietly.
He leant closer to her. “Perhaps I could tell you over lunch?”
She looked at him. Usually she had lunch with her husband, Neil, but he was away for the day on a business trip. “I... I’m not sure... “
“It’s okay,” he told her, “I’m not trying it on. I just thought... I just thought from the look of curiosity on your face that maybe I should explain things.”
Claire looked at him. She didn’t believe him. She had got to know that look since working in her department. Men looked you up and down. They looked through you, wondering if the clothing you were wearing underneath was on display on some of the rails. One man had even asked her once if she could recommend anything sexy and yet comfortable to wear from the rails.
She looked at him once again. Though she didn’t believe him, he interested her. He was attractive and sexy. She had heard about the reputation of black males in bed. She was interested in him. What's more, she was interested in why he was with another man, buying lingerie for the man’s wife.
“What time is lunch?”
“Twelve-thirty,” she told him.
“Shall I see you outside at twelve-thirty then?”
Claire nodded. “Just for a coffee though.”
He smiled as he nodded and walked away.
A couple of hours later she walked out of the building and found him waiting for her. “Where do you usually go for lunch?” he asked her.
“There’s a cafe around the corner,” she told him. “They do a nice coffee and the sandwiches are good. I usually meet up with my husband but he’s away today.”
She saw the smile appear on his face. “Let’s go there then,” he told her as he held out his hand. “My name is Karl, by the way.”
Claire shook his hand. “Mine is Claire.”
He smiled again. “I know,” he told her. “It’s on the badge you wear. Claire Dodds, Supervisor.”
A few minutes later they were sat together with some sandwiches and coffee.
“Did I shock you the other day when I told you that I had chosen that underwear for his wife?”
Claire nodded. “I was telling Neil about it when I got home,” she replied. “He reckoned you were having me on.”
Karl shook his head.
“Why did you say that, anyway?”
Karl looked up at her. “You obviously don’t know much about cuckolding then,” he told her.
“I don’t really even know what it is,” she replied.
Karl took a sip of his coffee. “Well, technically, a cuckold is a husband whose wife is unfaithful to him,” he told her. “But colloquially, it’s the name given to a man who enjoys other men sleeping with his wife.”
Claire looked back at him, “How on earth could any husband get enjoyment out of that?”
Karl smiled again as he leant closer to her. “You would be surprised at how many enjoy it,” he told her. “I’ve had lots of men watch me... with their wives.”
Claire was shocked.”And... and that man likes to watch you... with his wife?”
Karl nodded.
Claire looked at him. She could see that he would be the type of man that would get pleasure out of fucking someone in front of their husband. There was a dominant air about him. In one sense it scared her but in another sense it excited her as well.
