My secretary returned to work after the weekend and followed our Friday evening chat with more than a little spring in her step. She had overheard a phone call between myself and my wife, clearly understanding that my wife met other men while I worked away. She questioned me gleefully after work that night. I had been nervous and turned on by the whole experience.
She came into my office to say good morning and asked how my weekend was going.
“I don’t want to wait till Friday for part two, she said, so how about a glass of wine tonight?“ she said, talking about a little wine bar near the office. She breezed out of the office after I nodded. 6 p.m. came, and we headed to the bar in a taxi. She chatted away about office stuff almost nonstop from the minute we left the office until we took the corner table. As soon as the first sip of wine passed her lips, she looked at me and asked, “Did the wife play with any big cocks this weekend?”
I knew why we were at the bar, but the question still took me by surprise. It was a sudden change of pace.
My wife had a second meeting with a guy she met the week before on the night she and I spoke in my office. I explained that I actually didn’t know until the morning after and that my wife had a habit of not telling me before she intended to meet but rather liked to surprise me afterwards. My secretary seemed to enjoy that dynamic and cooed, and she sipped some more wine.
“She must have enjoyed him the first time around to meet him a second time.” She ventured, looking at me for my reaction. In fact, the wife had not gone all the way to the first meeting but rather made out in his car and felt his hard cock through his jeans.
“I guess whatever she felt sealed the deal then,“ she giggled. “So did he live up to expectations?” She asked
“It would appear he more than lived up to expectations,” I answered, pulling my chair a little further under the table. I could feel my cock getting harder thinking about it and also admitting this to my secretary. She clearly noticed me adjusting my position and smiled, “Are you okay?" She smiled. “Do you have rules?”
I shook my head and said we decided the rules were whatever she felt comfortable with. “What about you?” I asked, “When you and your husband were playing, did you have rules?”
"Yeah, condoms were his rule, not a rule I followed very much. I hate them, and the way he reacted when he knew I took the first guy bare, I knew he loved it. What about your wife?”
I told her that my wife met some and insisted on condoms, but it was the minority. She used to rather shyly tell me she'meant to use them’ but that it ‘all got very hot very quick’.
“She probably feels like I do. She wants skin against skin, and she wants to feel them together. Do they cum inside herr?“ She was casually draining the first glass of wine.
I was now hard. “Yeah, she likes them to cum inside her,“ I responded.
“I’m sure you like her filled with another man’s cum too.” She said it provocatively as she asked me if I wanted another glass of wine. I nodded, and she leaned over and told me she would go to the bar, and she was sure that I couldn’t get out from under the table right now while laughing.
I watched her head to the bar and couldn’t believe I was having this conversation.
When she returned, it was with larger glasses than the first round. “I thought we better get larger glasses; those last ones went down all too quickly,” she said. “Now where were we? Oh yeah, your wife's having fun this weekend, so did she tell you what she did with this guy?”
I fiddled with my phone and showed her the picture my wife sent me of the man she was meeting. It was taken with her in bed and him naked and walking over to her. She took the phone from me and looked closely at the picture with her mouth open. ”Fuck, he is a big boy,” she said, “cute too. How old is he?”
He was 28 years old, and my wife was 48.
“And she took him all.”
“Three times she told me.“
She looked at me and then back to the picture. “Fuck, I’m jealous... mmmmm. Your wife and I appear to have similar tastes,” she said, handing the phone back to me and telling me I should feel free to show her any other pictures, smiling at me naughtily.
"Ok, go ahead and ask me what you want,” she said, pretending to take a large swig of the wine as if to prepare herself. I had a bunch of questions and was thinking where to start when she said, “Has she had a black cock?”
I raced back to last year, when the wife sent me a screen grab of some text chat that she had with a black man she was looking to meet. I quickly found the screen grab on my phone and handed it to my secretary to look at. Imbedded in the chat, he had sent a picture of himself naked, hands on hips, with his sizeable black rod hanging between his legs. She made the screen grab larger to get a close-up of the picture.
I explained that when she met him, she knew that he may be too big, and sure enough, she said he was huge, but she still stroked him off and sucked him till he ‘went off like a fountain,‘ as my wife described it at the time.
My secretary’s gaze was darting back and forth between the phone and my face.
“I never thought I’d say these words to you ever, ‘boss’ but I’m wet,“ she giggled.
“What about you?” I asked, "Met any black guys?
"Nope, but on my list. The biggest I had was an Arab guy. That was the guy I mentioned in your office. He stretched me and fucked me hard.” I was hanging on her every word at this point. “I don’t know if your wife is like this, but I need to be ‘taken’” she emphasized the word taken. “I need to be fucked hard and used. The husband does his best, but after we met a guy when swinging who really fucked hard, I realized I needed what he couldn’t give me.”
My cock felt like it was going to burst out of my trousers hearing my sweet little secretary make this confession like she was reading me a report at work.
“I need to go to the little girl's room,” she said, slipping off her seat and telling
Once I composed myself to head to the bar, it was my round.
She came into my office to say good morning and asked how my weekend was going.
“I don’t want to wait till Friday for part two, she said, so how about a glass of wine tonight?“ she said, talking about a little wine bar near the office. She breezed out of the office after I nodded. 6 p.m. came, and we headed to the bar in a taxi. She chatted away about office stuff almost nonstop from the minute we left the office until we took the corner table. As soon as the first sip of wine passed her lips, she looked at me and asked, “Did the wife play with any big cocks this weekend?”
I knew why we were at the bar, but the question still took me by surprise. It was a sudden change of pace.
My wife had a second meeting with a guy she met the week before on the night she and I spoke in my office. I explained that I actually didn’t know until the morning after and that my wife had a habit of not telling me before she intended to meet but rather liked to surprise me afterwards. My secretary seemed to enjoy that dynamic and cooed, and she sipped some more wine.
“She must have enjoyed him the first time around to meet him a second time.” She ventured, looking at me for my reaction. In fact, the wife had not gone all the way to the first meeting but rather made out in his car and felt his hard cock through his jeans.
“I guess whatever she felt sealed the deal then,“ she giggled. “So did he live up to expectations?” She asked
“It would appear he more than lived up to expectations,” I answered, pulling my chair a little further under the table. I could feel my cock getting harder thinking about it and also admitting this to my secretary. She clearly noticed me adjusting my position and smiled, “Are you okay?" She smiled. “Do you have rules?”
I shook my head and said we decided the rules were whatever she felt comfortable with. “What about you?” I asked, “When you and your husband were playing, did you have rules?”
"Yeah, condoms were his rule, not a rule I followed very much. I hate them, and the way he reacted when he knew I took the first guy bare, I knew he loved it. What about your wife?”
I told her that my wife met some and insisted on condoms, but it was the minority. She used to rather shyly tell me she'meant to use them’ but that it ‘all got very hot very quick’.
“She probably feels like I do. She wants skin against skin, and she wants to feel them together. Do they cum inside herr?“ She was casually draining the first glass of wine.
I was now hard. “Yeah, she likes them to cum inside her,“ I responded.
“I’m sure you like her filled with another man’s cum too.” She said it provocatively as she asked me if I wanted another glass of wine. I nodded, and she leaned over and told me she would go to the bar, and she was sure that I couldn’t get out from under the table right now while laughing.
I watched her head to the bar and couldn’t believe I was having this conversation.
When she returned, it was with larger glasses than the first round. “I thought we better get larger glasses; those last ones went down all too quickly,” she said. “Now where were we? Oh yeah, your wife's having fun this weekend, so did she tell you what she did with this guy?”
I fiddled with my phone and showed her the picture my wife sent me of the man she was meeting. It was taken with her in bed and him naked and walking over to her. She took the phone from me and looked closely at the picture with her mouth open. ”Fuck, he is a big boy,” she said, “cute too. How old is he?”
He was 28 years old, and my wife was 48.
“And she took him all.”
“Three times she told me.“
She looked at me and then back to the picture. “Fuck, I’m jealous... mmmmm. Your wife and I appear to have similar tastes,” she said, handing the phone back to me and telling me I should feel free to show her any other pictures, smiling at me naughtily.
"Ok, go ahead and ask me what you want,” she said, pretending to take a large swig of the wine as if to prepare herself. I had a bunch of questions and was thinking where to start when she said, “Has she had a black cock?”
I raced back to last year, when the wife sent me a screen grab of some text chat that she had with a black man she was looking to meet. I quickly found the screen grab on my phone and handed it to my secretary to look at. Imbedded in the chat, he had sent a picture of himself naked, hands on hips, with his sizeable black rod hanging between his legs. She made the screen grab larger to get a close-up of the picture.
I explained that when she met him, she knew that he may be too big, and sure enough, she said he was huge, but she still stroked him off and sucked him till he ‘went off like a fountain,‘ as my wife described it at the time.
My secretary’s gaze was darting back and forth between the phone and my face.
“I never thought I’d say these words to you ever, ‘boss’ but I’m wet,“ she giggled.
“What about you?” I asked, "Met any black guys?
"Nope, but on my list. The biggest I had was an Arab guy. That was the guy I mentioned in your office. He stretched me and fucked me hard.” I was hanging on her every word at this point. “I don’t know if your wife is like this, but I need to be ‘taken’” she emphasized the word taken. “I need to be fucked hard and used. The husband does his best, but after we met a guy when swinging who really fucked hard, I realized I needed what he couldn’t give me.”
My cock felt like it was going to burst out of my trousers hearing my sweet little secretary make this confession like she was reading me a report at work.
“I need to go to the little girl's room,” she said, slipping off her seat and telling
Once I composed myself to head to the bar, it was my round.
- Next page: Ch. 02
