A wife blackened in the office

My wife Dora was always very sexy. I loved her for her easygoing and passionate nature. And I knew other guys were checking her out, and she didn’t mind flirting with them. I knew they wanted to fuck my wife, and she always acted so casual. It even turned me on.

We’ve been married for several years. She works in accounting, and I work in the IT department of a private company. Our boss Mr. Johnson is a tall, muscular black man in his forties. He was always flirting with women. I even think he’d had sex with several of my colleagues. Then I started noticing him looking at my wife, but I chalked it up to paranoia. I thought he only fucked single women.

It all happened one Friday evening. Our company was celebrating a successful quarter, and the office emptied out after six. But Dora stayed late to finish sending some documents, and I was sitting in the server room. Johnson called her into his office. «We need to discuss the numbers.» he said over the intercom. I don’t know what he was thinking about, that she was alone in the office? I didn’t pay it any mind, but when she didn’t return after half an hour, I decided to check.

Then I heard muffled voices as I crept up to his office door. The door was ajar. Did he really think they were alone in the office, or did he do it on purpose? I peered inside. My wife was sitting on the edge of his desk, her blouse unbuttoned revealing a lacy bra. Johnson stood in front of her, his large hand caressing her thigh under her skirt.

«You know I’ve wanted you for a long time.» he said. Dora blushed but didn’t pull away. «My husband’s here in the office.» she murmured barely audibly. Her voice suggested she wasn’t afraid at all, on the contrary, she was clearly aroused by the situation.

«Let him watch if he finds us.» Johnson chuckled pressing closer to my wife’s body. He leaned down and began kissing her neck, and she moaned. Her body went limp and yielded to him. I couldn’t move. My heart was pounding, but instead of jealousy, I felt a strange rush of adrenaline. It was like a porno.

He unbuttoned her blouse completely revealing my wife’s large, soft tits. His dark palms squeezed them, and her nipples hardened under his fingers. Dora arched, and I heard her moan at his touch. Then Johnson moved lower, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. He dove between her legs, and she grabbed the edge of the table. I saw her body tremble with pleasure as she thrust toward him.

Then he stood up and unbuttoned his pants. He shook his black cock, then grabbed Dora by her hips before she could recover. He turned her around and quickly bent her over the table. She braced her hands on the countertop. I watched my wife lie there with her skirt hiked up flashing her ass. Johnson was rubbing his black cock against my wife’s pussy, clearly satisfied.

Then, quickly, he thrust his black cock into my wife’s pussy. She screamed, then moaned. I heard her repeat: «Oh, yes!» several times. I stood in the shadows of the hallway peering through the crack. His black buttocks moved rhythmically driving his large cock into my wife’s pussy.

Dora moaned, her tits rubbing against the table in time with his movements. She continued to moan with pleasure and begged him to fuck her again and again. He slapped her ass leaving a red mark, and she came first.

He didn’t stop flipping her over, spreading her legs, and thrusting again. Now I could see his thick shaft stretching her pussy. He continued to fuck my wife hard. «Yes, you’re mine now!» he said. Dora was shaking with another orgasm. Then he tensed up and came right inside my wife twitching his ass.

I retreated into the hallway and then returned to the server room as if I hadn’t seen anything. When Dora came to me, she kissed me on the cheek, but I noticed her legs were shaking slightly. I know the truth now, and it turns me on more than it should.