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Cowroker Part 1 (intr, cheating, voy)
by Zifferman (zifferman@aol.com)
(c) 1996 

**

The basis of this story I found on the web.  I have changed it mostly and
about 90% is mine.

My wife, Noreen, manages a small travel agency.  Last week, she hired
Nolan.  That hiring resulted in fireworks for Nolan, my wife and  me--and
I am writing to tell you about it. First let me describe the "stars"of my
letter.  Nolan is black, 28, and a real hunk - muscles everywhere.  Noreen
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 has suggested to Nolan, who I knew through my gym, to apply at
Noreen'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 Noreen, who kept her
maiden name for professional reasons, was my wife. Nolan was exited when
he told me about his new job--and his new boss.

"The white check I work for is sexy as hell!", he told me, then went on to
describe Noreen's "tremendous tits" and "tight ass".  Well, that sounds
like my Noreen.  

"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 Noreen'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, Noreen
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 Nolan 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 Nolan 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.
Noreen 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, Nolan 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 Noreen, 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
Noreen 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 Nolan. 
When I got into the communal shower stall I had to halt in my tracks. 
Nolan had the biggest cock I had 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.  Nolan'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.  Nolan 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 Nolan 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 Noreen and that dangerous cock was the sheer
material of his pinstriped slacks.

That night, Noreen 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.  Noreen had never
lied to me before, that I know of.  And she had to know that Nolan 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 Nolan 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?"

Continued...