  Cathy was nervous. She kept starring at the damn red light wondering when it would change to green. She suddenly heard a siren. Fuck, Cathy thought to herself. I need to get home. Now!

  She glanced down at the time. It was five-thirty. Pete would be home soon. It was her turn to fix dinner. Cathy squealed the tires as soon as the light changed to green. 

  She drove up the main street for another several blocks than finally turned off onto third than looped around the curve and saw her husband's car parked in the driveway. 

  Cathy's heart began to race as she quickly pulled into the drive and stopped her car next to her husband's black Mustang. Cathy put her hands to her face and took a deep breath wondering if she could go through with this or not.

  Cathy got out of the car and walked up to the house. She fluffed her long blonde hair around and took another deep breath before walking inside the house. The smell of food cooking filled the air. Pete must have started dinner.

  She tossed her purse onto the living room sofa and quickly made her way out into the kitchen. Pete was at the stove and turned around and smiled at his wife. Cathy smiled back walking toward her husband giving him a gentle kiss on the lips as he steered the food around inside the hot pan.

  "Honey, your boss just called a few minutes ago and told me you were going to be late so I started dinner."

  Cathy's body stiffened when she heard what Pete had just said. She was frantically trying to keep her composure and not appear nervous or suspicious. 

  "Oh, uh....is that all he said darling?"

  Pete was still steering the food around as he replied. "No, he told me about the long meeting you two had this afternoon so I decided I'd cook dinner tonight. I knew you would be tired when you got home."

  Cathy went numb. She began to wonder what exactly Phil her boss said to Pete. 

  "Did Phil say anything else darling or was that it?"

  Pete was putting the food carefully onto the plates as he replied. "He said something about wanting you to call back after dinner."

  Damn it! That fucking Phil really wanted Cathy to go through with it. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he got his thrill tonight. All Cathy could do was hope and pray that Pete didn't suspect what had happened this afternoon.

  Cathy took the chilled bottle of wine out of the frig while she started thinking back to this afternoon.

  Cathy sat on the edge of the bed as she watched her boss slowly remove his pants. Her heart was beating faster as she watched him straighten up and smile at her as he stretched the thin elastic band around the tiny thong he wore. 
 
 Cathy tried not to stare at the huge bulge between Phil's legs. She felt her whole body trembling with fear and excitement as Phil stepped closer to where she sat on the bed. He stood only inches away from her face and shook his body back and forth making his huge member shake in that tiny thong.
 
  "Take it out."

 Cathy sat there starring up into her bosses eyes knowing what she had to do. She slowly and carefully raised both hands up and slipped her fingers around the thin elastic of his thong and started to edge it down his massive looking thighs.

  Cathy kept lowering the little thong until Phil's huge thick black cock plopped out almost hitting her nose as she leaned down to slip the little thing down his legs. She straightened back up and looked at the massive size of the black shaft almost poking her in the face.

  "Go ahead, touch it. I want to see those little white fingers on my cock baby."

  Cathy reached out with her left hand and slowly but gently took the massive shaft in her tiny hand and began wrapping her dainty white fingers around it and squeezed it making Phil moan as he starred down at her hand.

  He laughed as he starred at that huge diamond ring on her finger saying as he chuckled. "You married white bitches are all the same when it comes to money."

  Cathy just looked up into his eyes knowing fully aware that Phil was in control. 

  "Stand up slut! I want to see that pussy now."

  Cathy was still wearing her tight little dress. She stood up taking her hand off the massive shaft almost falling back onto the bed until Phil grabbed her waist.

  Cathy balanced herself on the high heels she wore and looked into Phil's eyes as he squeezed her waist and said. "I'm really going to enjoy this."

  He than lowered his lips onto hers and gently parted her lips with his tongue sending it home deep inside her open mouth. Cathy couldn't resist her boss knowing the deal they made. 

  Phil's tongue was probing deep inside her mouth as she accepted it with her own tongue. They mingled making sloppy wet sounds as Phil ran his big black hands across her nice round ass.

  Phil broke the kiss taking a deep breath as he looked at the frightened housewife and laughed. 

  "Take off that dress now so we can have a little look at those tits."

  This was it! There was no turning back now! Cathy starred her boss deep into his eyes as she worked her hands up and around to the shoulder of her dress. She would soon be naked for his eyes. Something he long desired was now going to be his. Cathy nervously hooked her finger under the material of her dress and started to pull it down baring her white skin to her black boss.

  She gulped but kept her composure as she started to unveil her milky white skin for his pleasure. 

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