Confession: 157

As soon as I put on the heels, I knew what he wanted me to do next. My hand became part of his as he twirled me around in the bedroom. Dark shadow on my eyes with a red lip set the tone for what we were about to do. I told him at first I don’t dance but he told me yes you do because I am married to you. Pulling me into a warm hug he placed his hands on my hips. Swaying my body from left to right, I felt in sync with his movements. The lure of his cologne cast a wicked spell on me as we danced so closely. Soon words of beauty came from his romantic lips as he leaned into my ear with soft whispers. Instantly I smiled, then he released me like a ballerina as fell on the bed. Like a tiger on a prowl, he became a shield from any danger as he laid wet kisses down my belly. I felt it all so tenderly then soft bites awakened my skin. I enjoyed his love bites as he kept going down to my fat pussy. As his finger slowly glided against my wet slit, he asked me,”Tell me what you want?” Words didn’t come quickly to my lips, so he kept rubbing my clit with his finger. In shock, by his passionate torture, I said,”Lick deep inside my chocolate pussy baby.” Intensity in his eyes made this task serious beyond my wildest dreams. Soft strokes to my clit caused me to grab the sheets as my husband delivered the best fantasy.

The Vow

The brokerage firm pays me a lot which is why I’m sitting in this fancy restaurant right now. Crissy my wife is supposed to be here by now but she is probably at work still fucking Melvin her new boss. I’m not mad or upset because I’ve had my share of quick fucks around the office however tonight is our anniversary. I thought she would at least show up on time for our “special occasion.” Although she is a bitch to deal with there is no one I admire more in that fucking board room.

Crissy works hard but fucks anything with a hard cock. I have caught her fucking in my own office several times. One day, she was on my desk legs spread open watching the new guy eat her pussy. A rookie no doubt, he fucked her like the worst kind of virgin. Giving him a little more credit he likely didn’t know he would be fucking on his first day at the job. Crissy loves when we hire fresh graduates because they are always down to have a good time.

Looking down at my watch, I notice she is running thirty minutes late. I wonder if she found someone else to fuck before leaving work. I remember when she caught me in our backyard with our neighbor Laura. I never could resist watching her bent over watering the grass. Fat tits and a sweet ass caught my attention every time. When we first started fucking she would suck my cock till I exploded on her face. Not that much different from my wife, Laura did freaky shit that turned me on. One time I came really hard inside her panties. Laura took the cum soaked panties then rubbed it all in her pussy making her so wet. Even though me and Crissy get all this action outside our marriage it never tears us apart.

An hour late, she arrives with messy hair and smeared lipstick while flashing a smile. Wiping some of the lipstick off she looks at me then says,”Did I miss anything?”

Giving a smile back,”No you didn’t but our meal is free.”

Adjusting in the chair she looks at me with a devilish smirk. Then I said,”I fucked the Executive Chef before your arrived.”

Then we made a toast to our loving marriage.

Her Panties in my Laundry

Nothing I hate worse than laundry day. My best friend convinced me to move to the city a few months ago which I regret. Long rides to work on the subway tests my patience. However, I manage but I hate doing the fucking laundry. Strolling into the laundry mat is not that big of a hassle yet I’m greeted by the same dude every time. His name is Michael and he is a sloppy stock broker that wastes his money on women and drugs. Every time I see him, its like someone dragged him from hell in jogger pants then combed his hair with a fork. When he says, “whats up?” I always reply with.”Same shit different load.” We laugh for a bit then he asks me about “Tinder.” We always go through my swipes which he seems to enjoy more than me. Pressuring me to swipe on any girl with two breasts is more like his life than mine. Instantly I’m like nah, she is too educated and I don’t feel like dating a fucking encyclopedia. We always chop it up for a few minutes then he leaves. Sitting in the chair, I kept swiping on Tinder profiles until I became bored all over again. Upon hauling my last load out the dryer I noticed a pair of white lace panties. I inspected it over like a detective then decided to just leave them on the counter.

As I began to exit a woman entered with a bewildered look on her face. She ran over to the dryer as if there was gold. I glanced over at the crumbled panties on the counter then quickly imagined them on her. I shook my head in disbelief that those panties could fit an ass like that. Scratching my head, I began to ponder being her panty savior. Then without thinking I blurted out, “Are these your small white panties?”She stood with arms folded and an arched brow. She slowly walked over to me, and I don’t know if I was in a surreal moment but an angelic light seemed to beam from her body. My mouth a gasp I could barely hold on to my load both in my pants and the basket. Her eyes went straight to the crumbled up panties then she snatched them up and rolled her eyes at me. I wanted to say something clever but the only words that came out my mouth was “Um yea.”She looked me over in disgust as she grabbed the panties. Close to my face almost in kissing reach she utters the words, “Yea my small as fucking panties white boy.”My body instantly shook with fear, yet I was curious about this strong black woman.

Two anxious days after that incident, I ran into the same woman again at work. Lovely curves made there entrance into my office like a hero. I knew she recognized me when a stack of legal documents got slammed on my desk. Her fragrance led an army into my body which made me look at her with curiosity. Long flowing black hair spiraled at the ends as if romance was on her agenda. Shannon had worked in my office for two years, yet I never noticed her. As she left in a hurry, I adjusted myself back into the creased leather of my chair. I sat for a moment pondering, how to approach her or at least get her to look at me. The day was almost over, so I decided to send her a skype message. It took a few minutes for her to reply, but she wrote “What!” Right then I decided that I need to see her expression so I went over to her desk.

“If looks could kill, I would be a dead man.” A raised brow served as a warning notice as I demanded her attention. Gorgeous curls fell at her round breast like tender drops of rain on a exquisite rose. My admiration grew as I focused all my attention on her body. I began to enter her world when suddenly she threw a pen at me.

“Say something or move from my desk.” she yelled while crossing one thick thigh over the other. I stood gazing into her eyes while straightening my tie. Another pen dropped off her desk which changed the narrative as I picked it up. As I rose to full stature, she looked at me with arms folded.

“Are you always this aggressive?” I said while keeping eye contact.

“Do you always creep on women at work?” She said while unfolding her arms while raising a brow waiting for an answer from me.

“Well, I’m sorry to intrude but something about you I like very much.” The pen became a distracting tool as I played with it between my nervous fingers.

“Look either you state what you want or get away from my desk.” She turned from my gaze and went back to her screen. I stood there lost then I decided to risk it all by telling her what I really wanted.

“Can you please turn back around? I said while waiting for her response.

Turning around slowly she says, “Yes may I help you?”

“Those panties you left at the laundry mat I want them.” A slight grin appeared on her face as she began looking at me in disgust. Her affectionate spiral curls became razor like as she looked at me with intense feelings. There was no turning around, so I continued.

“I want to rub my cock in those panties and think about fucking you every night. Her mouth opens yet no words leave her pretty lips. Therefore, I smiled at her while placing the pen behind my ear then walked back to my office. Moments later I went to get some coffee and upon my return I saw her leaving my office in a hurry. When I returned to my desk I seen a pair of panties and a note. The note merely said, ‘Meet me in the break room after work.”