I waited in the parking lot for my wife whose shift ended an hour before. My suspicions as to what caused her tardiness were confirmed when she skipped to the car, beaming.
“Guess what, honey?” she asked after she got in, threw her work bag into the back and bounced in the passenger seat while smiling open-mouthed.
“What?”
“I did it. I really fucking did it.” Her smile turned into a wide grin, and I swung the engine while lifting the corner of my mouth.
“So that’s why you were so late.” I shook my head, and we nosed out of the parking lot. “You know the deal: tell me all about it.”
She smoothed her black skirt over her thighs, stuck her index finger between her pillowy lips and said, “Well, I racked my brain the entire day on how I was gonna pull this off. How I was gonna approach it, so I figured ‘screw it’.”
I chuckled and said, “Okay, go on.”
“It’s my last week anyway; he’s already given my new job his testimonial, so what do I have to lose?”
“He could’ve contacted them again, telling them what you tried to do.”
“Well, he won’t. I drained him too damn good.” She adjusted her glasses and tousled her messy bun.
We stopped at a four-cross, and I figured the traffic lights would give me time to settle and absorb the incoming dirty details. “The suspense is killing me, babe.”
“Oh, sorry, right. So I went into his office fifteen minutes after the shift ended and told him, ‘Hey, since I’m leaving here soon, thought I’d let you know that I always fantasized about getting on my knees in front of you.’ His. Jaw. Dropped.”
The lights changed, and my dick started to engorge, making my right pants leg tighter. “What did he say?”
“He told me that he figured I had a little thing for him but pushed it aside because I’m married. I told him that you and I have an understanding. Let me tell you, when he heard that, the smile that came across his face... ”
“Like he won the lottery, I bet.”
“Hell yeah. I told him that we agreed that I’d only jerk him off, and he said that was no problem. So he said to lock the door, and after I did, he dropped his pants and boxers. It got hard so fast.”
“Did he have what you expected?”
“Oh, definitely. It’s just as thick as yours but a teensy weensy bit longer. Anyhow, I dropped to my knees and started stroking that big fucker with both hands. Made my hands look so tiny… just like yours does all the time.”
I imagined my white wife knelt in front of her boss’s big black dick. Thoughts of her skirt riding up her creamy thighs, and his dick bobbing above her face as she stroked it made my pants so uncomfortable I said, “Honey, I’m gonna pull off into the abandoned construction area a little ways up.”
“You devil.” She smirked, eased her skirt up enough to expose her pink lace panties and continued. “So yeah, I was stroking, and he ordered me to spit on it, so I did. Then I asked if he liked how I was jerking his big, black cock, and he said yes. Let me tell you, the look he had on his face, I never saw it before.”
“How was he looking at you?” I arrived at the construction area, turned left through the chainlink gate – open, bent and rusty as all hell – and drove a ways in, where enough light shone for us to see each other but not enough for people on the road to catch.
“Usually, he looks at me with respect, as a colleague, ya know? But while I stroked him, he looked at me like I was a piece of meat. Fuck, it turned me on so much.”
I parked the car, opened my door and walked around to hers. After opening it, she swung her legs out, hiked her skirt above her waist and remained seated as she dragged my pants down and freed my big black cock.
“Talk some more.” My voice was no longer that of her loving, sweet hubby.
She licked my dangly balls while holding my cock to my stomach, then sucked one testicle and released it. “Well, I continued jerking his dick off with my spit as lube, but then…”
“Then what?” I palmed her bun with one hand, and she leaned forward and deepthroated me, wagged her head from side to side and pulled away with a gasp and a thick saliva trail. Her pretty eyes under her glasses nearly set me off, but my determination to hold out won the battle.
“I reached between my legs, fingered myself for a bit and then used my wetness to jerk him off some more.”
“Yeah.” I lolled my head back. “I bet that muthafucka liked that.”
“Oh, he loved it, honey.” She bobbed up and down my cock again, then kissed my pelvis with her nose and lathered my balls with her warm, slimy tongue.
“Fucking nasty,” I said as she detached from me with a giant intake of breath, causing more viscous spit strings to fall against her blouse, bra and black skirt. I pulled her up by the hair and walked her to the front of the car. Then I remembered it’d be pretty hot, so I got a towel from the backseat and laid it on the hood for her to lie back.
