7 comments/ 194068 views/ 24 favorites Blondie Balls My Black Boss By: raven2222 Two years or so after my sexy little blond wife got her first taste of the special eroticism of interracial sex, a significant new turn of events began when my boss flew down south from Chicago to spend some time working with me. I had an idea that the real purpose of his trip was to have an excuse to visit his aunt, which he pronounced ‘awnt’ in his hometown, nearby Montgomery. When we’d discussed his trip on the phone, he had hinted about his true intent of wanting to spend more time with his aunt, who had raised him in Chicago before returning to her hometown, and was like a mother to him. Eager to be shed of him as quickly as possible, I had so much as told him that if he wanted, that I would be glad to cover for him and report that he had been working with me. He was grateful for my collusion in his little deceit and offered to take Blondie and me out to dinner at a nice restaurant as his way of saying thanks. Now the kicker to this story is that this gentleman, Beauregard, better known as Beau, was black. In the spirit of diversity that was blossoming in corporate America at the time, he had been promoted over several other older, more-experienced, better-qualified white candidates and had been my supervisor for a few somewhat uncomfortable months now. He had the necessary financial degrees, but had absolutely no field experience in our specialized line of marketing institutional financial instruments. Having no desire to relocate to Chicago, I did not covet the position myself, and so made a good faith effort to help familiarize my new boss with our market. While somewhat suspicious of my motives, Beau seemed genuinely pleased, that I was willing to accept a younger, less experienced black man as my boss and help him learn the business. That is not to say, however, that we did not have our differences. A hard charger, out to prove himself, he frequently came up with schemes he thought were innovative, only to be told that the company had tried similar programs previously and they had not proved out. Being the senior, and most experienced of his eight regional managers, it was generally left to me to point this out to him, so our relationship was sometimes a bit uneven. Blondie had first met Beau at a managers’ meeting in Colorado a couple of months earlier where wives had been invited. She had found him attractive and had remarked to me that she wouldn't mind fucking him if she ever got the chance. My wife and I had been swingers since early in our marriage so her comment didn’t come as any surprise to me, especially knowing how turned on she got with black guys. Since that trip, we’d fantasized about it several times but had agreed it was a scenario fraught with risk. Beau came off as a bit of a stuffed shirt, married to an overweight, religious, black schoolteacher so straight-laced she didn’t drink. They had five, closely spaced kids. In Colorado, Blondie had lamented that Beau was too fine a physical specimen to be wasted in such an ordinary marriage, so when she learned that he was coming to Mobile to work with me, she quickly informed me that if I didn't want him following me around, she'd be glad to keep him occupied. I reminded her that my new boss seemed awfully straight arrow and any attempt to seduce him might endanger my position with the company. My short, stacked, sexpot wife smiled knowingly and purred, “Might just be the other way around if he liked what I did to him, hmmm?” My exasperated glance brought a smug murmur, “And have you met any black guys yet who haven’t like what I do to them, hmmm?” I just grinned and shook my head and she continued, “They always seem to want to come back and get some more of it, don’t they, Sugar pie?” and with a knowing smile purred, “And I bet your big ol’ good-lookin’ boss would be just the same way, don’t you Sugar, hmmm?” Beau flew in from Chicago late Sunday evening and took a cab to the Admiral Semmes, a downtown hotel. I met him the next morning and we put in a reasonably pleasant, productive day. About 4:45 he suggested we knock off and go back to the hotel. After making some phone calls, we repaired to the bar to wait for Blondie to join us. When she walked in a little after six, she was radiantly beautiful; she'd had her full, shoulder length, platinum hair freshly bleached the week before and it appeared she'd had her nails done professionally sometime earlier today in the same shade as her frosted, hot pink lipstick. Her rich, cream-colored, business suit had a short, tight skirt and her shapely legs looked great in tan pantyhose and pink spike-heeled pumps with dainty ankle straps. She had accented her pink satin blouse with several strands of creamy, natural pearls and matching pearl earrings. She flashed a dazzling smile at Beau and gave him a warm hug, pressing her buxom little body against him several seconds longer than necessary. Still holding him close, letting him get a good whiff of her intoxicating perfume, she looked directly into his eyes and said in a husky flirtatious murmur, "Well I'm just so glad you finally made it down, Beau; I told my husband after the meeting in Colorado that I hoped I'd get an opportunity to get to know you a lot better." There was a noticeably suggestive emphasis on “lot” which she drew out in her Louisiana drawl, “laaahhht bettah.” We had a couple more rounds of drinks at the hotel bar then decided we'd best get some food. Beau had consumed four bourbons fairly quickly and was showing signs of their effect. I was amazed at the quite noticeable difference in his demeanor this evening; he was definitely loosening up and it was evident that his very correct business English was increasingly lapsing into a more relaxed, black idiom. And, most tellingly, he hadn’t quit grinning since my wife walked in. For her part, Blondie behaved as if he were the most worldly, sagacious, charming man she’d ever met. She appeared totally fascinated with his every word, smiling warmly at him and looking directly into his eyes while she listened to him. She laughed heartily at his every attempt at humor, no matter how feeble. She was flirting shamelessly, but I told myself that her behavior could be attributed to nothing more than a good wife’s earnest efforts to be especially nice to her husband’s boss. The restaurant Blondie had selected was in an entertainment complex, just down the street from the hotel, that included several differently themed bars, one of which had a dance band playing during happy hour and on into the evening. At the restaurant, the combination of our continued drinking and the muffled, thumping beat down the way was making Blondie tap the table rhythmically with her nails and move her body subtly to the music. Beau, attentively watching her movements, asked her teasingly, "I don't suppose you like to dance?" Blondie replied with an unbelievably sexy, hot pink pout of those full lips and said with feigned exasperation, "Well of course! I love to dance but ol' stick-in-the-mud there doesn't. All he ever wants to do is sit back and watch me prance around half-naked for his entertainment." Beau raised an eyebrow at that candid revelation and looked at me appraisingly, a knowing smile on his face. And, I was willing to bet, forming an interesting mental picture of my wife “prancing around half-naked.” Tilting her head at him and smiling sexily, Blondie cooed at him, "I bet you're a real good dancer aren't you, Beau?" Beau gamely responded with a big grin, "Sure, all us black dudes got natural rhythm." Looking straight into his eyes, my wife winked suggestively and murmured, "Mmmm, I just bet you do. And I bet that comes in handy for other things, too, hmmm?” Cutting a sly look over at me, she purred, “You know, Sugar, ever since I was a young girl growing up over in Baton Rouge, I’ve always heard such interesting things about black men, mmmm, hmmm, such very interesting things." Looking Beau in the eye, she smiled seductively and murmured, “Sure makes a girl curious, you know?” They held meaningful eye contact for a good ten seconds before shook his head with disbelief at what he’d just heard. He cocked his head at me with an eyebrow lifted, then asked jokingly, “Hey, Rick, are southern women always this outspoken?” I grinned back at his implied question and explained, “When my wife is drinking there is no telling what’s likely to come out of that luscious mouth; that little ol’ Louisiana Belle is liable to say anything to any body.” Blondie was still smiling serenely at Beau as she purred sexily, “Or do anything.” Again they exchanged a long, significant look. Undeniably, all the alcohol we’d consumed was easing everyone’s inhibitions although not enough to keep me from having some misgivings about my wife’s intentions toward my younger, black boss. Was she just flirting or was she actually trying to seduce him? If she were serious about it and it backfired on us, what then? Facing back to me, smiling prettily, Blondie said, "It's still early, Rick, so why don't we go in after we finish dinner here and dance a while?” Smiling playfully at Beau she cooed, “After all, I have never had the opportunity to dance with someone with natural rhythm." Holding her eyes on his, Blondie continued meaningfully, "And, Dickie boy, if you just want to sit back and watch, I bet your boss wouldn’t mind showing your wife all his best moves tonight, would you, Beau?" Blondie knew I did not like to be called Dickie in public and only did it to needle me or tease me. It was what she called me when she was fucking black guys and wanted to play the game of taunting and humiliating the white husband. Black guys ate it up. I’d generally go along with game because, in truth, it did add to the excitement, but I hated being called Dickie out in public. I flashed that perhaps my horny wife was sending me a signal of her intentions for the evening. In any event, there was an awkward lull in the conversation as Beau and I both sat there pondering the nuances of Blondie’s question. Sit and watch what, exactly: his best moves on the dance floor or his best moves in bed? It was a few seconds before I finally gave my agreement, "Sure, why not?" and Beau, returning my wife’s steady gaze, flashed me a rather nervous smile as he opted for the more innocent interpretation. He replied, “Sure, Blondie, I’d love to dance with you.” At that very moment the band down the hall struck up the old Elvis song, ”Big Boss Man” and Blondie smiled brightly at Beau and cooed, “Well now, isn’t that just so appropriate, Sugar, hmmm?” With a start I realized that ‘Sugah’ had been aimed at him not me. It was the first time she’d called him anything but Beau. Blondie had started humming the tune and moving her body to the rhythm as she gazed across the table at Beau. Smiling warmly, she raised her eyebrows and sang softly along with the band, “Gonna get myself a boss man, one gonna treat me right, work me hard in the day time,” She paused here. Then with another wink and a wicked smile, she improvised, “And work me hard all night.” “Big Boss Man, can you hear me when I call? Oh you ain’t so big, you just tall that’s all!” “Oh yeah, Big Boss Man, you gonna work me hard tonight, oh, oh yeah, oh, oh yeah!” As she sang the words softly, her steady gaze never left Beau’s face; he grinned back at her gamely but somewhat uncertainly. In spite of the relaxing effect the alcohol was having on me, I couldn’t help but be uneasy with Blondie’s flirtatious behavior. After all, the guy was my boss and up until tonight, I’d always considered him a straight arrow. I knew full well that my wife could be quite brazen and her actions rather unpredictable when she drank. At this point, I wasn't sure of her intentions, but from the moment she’d greeted Beau at the hotel bar, there had been a mounting air of sexual tension in our little trio. And when she’d made that sultry reference to being curious about what she’d heard about black men, you could feel that erotic pressure ratchet up several notches. And that question about me watching while Beau showed her his best moves was a pretty obvious double entendre. Still, having no idea of just how far this might go, I told myself to let it play out. Beau certainly seemed to be enjoying himself; he was undeniably feeling the booze; and he quite clearly couldn’t keep his eyes off my sexy wife. Who knew? He just might be receptive to her overtures. Holy shit, was it possible that my wife was going to fuck my boss tonight? I called for the check and a few minutes later we left the restaurant, strolling down the brick cobbled walkway to the bar where the band was playing. As soon as we entered the smoky, dimly lighted club, Blondie hooked her arm through his and said, "C'mon, Big Boss Man, take me out there and show ol’ Dickie boy how to keep his woman happy!" She pulled Beau onto the dance floor and they began to boogie, her with uninhibited enthusiasm, Beau dancing with more restraint, seemingly more aware than Blondie of the many eyes following them. This was, after all, the city of Mobile, in South Alabama, where Negro males, even executive types wearing suits, weren’t frequently seen dancing with white women. The continuing existence of that particular social taboo didn't appear to have any impact on my tipsy wife, who quickly began incorporating a variety of not so subtle, suggestive moves in her dancing. Looking around and seeing no familiar faces, I thought, “Thank god, the crowd appears to be mostly tourists and business travelers tonight!” There were only four other blacks in the room; two couples sharing a table across from me. Smiling to myself, I wondered how shocked those watching would be if they knew just how much that beautiful blond, white woman liked black dick. Blondie had been having sex with other men, while I watched, since a few years into our marriage. But she’d only had her first black lover a couple of years ago, an event that proved to be of major consequence. Impressed with the sexual prowess of black men and the size of their equipment, she had quickly developed a preference for the forbidden pleasures of interracial sex. The heightened eroticism of taboo intercourse made her extremely responsive to black men, to the extent that she could generally achieve orgasm with them during intercourse, something she did infrequently with her white partners, including me. My gorgeous little Blondie looked great with her perfect makeup, her platinum hair, her cream-colored suit with the pink blouse, short skirt and sexy pink, high heels out there strutting her stuff. Beau’s apprehension seemed to be waning as he gradually relaxed, appearing to become almost mesmerized by my lovely, alluring wife, who was blatantly flaunting her glowing sexuality at him. I told myself once again to just let it play out, to wait and see where the evening took us. When Blondie drank like she was drinking tonight, she could become very impetuous and very determined to get what she wanted; and very unhappy with me if I tried to stop her. They stayed out on the floor for several numbers finally returning to the bar for their drinks. Beau was sweating slightly and Blondie's face was glowing with exertion and obvious pleasure. Slipping her arm around Beau’s waist, she pulled him close; standing with her hip firmly against his thigh, she smiled sweetly at me and said, "Your boss really has some nice, sexy moves, Honey, some real sexy moves." Smiling at Beau, she said mischievously, “Well, you’re right, Boss Man; looks like you’ve proved at least that part of the rumor: you have definitely got rhythm, Sugar.” At that moment, the bandleader announced to the mostly older crowd that it was time to slow the pace a bit, a pronouncement that was greeted by a number of muted cheers from the older dancers and a few catcalls from the younger ones. Blondie looked at Beau expectantly, took both his hands in both of hers and cooed seductively, "Well how bout it, Boss Man? Would you like to show me what kind of moves you black dudes have on the slow numbers, hmmm?" Turning to me, she winked and said, “How bout it, Dickie boy? You mind if your boss takes your wife out there for a little belly-rubbin’ hmmm, Sugar?” When I said nothing, she taunted, “Why don’t you just sit there and have another drink while I see if I can find out a little more about what these black dudes are supposed to have, hmmm?” Beau threw me a look of startled incredulity at that but didn’t resist as my insistent wife pulled him out into the growing mass of dancers, where they would dance the next five songs without returning to their drinks. From the bar I caught frequent glimpses through the packed, semi-darkened, dance floor and could see that from the start of the very first slow number, Blondie had her body pressed firmly against his, and well before the end of the song she was pushing her pelvis in and rotating it against his thigh. Their significant difference in height put her crotch at the level of his middle thigh and his crotch at her belly level. It was obvious, if anyone else happened to be watching them as closely as I was, that my gorgeous, blond wife was rubbing it all over my big, black boss. Her shapely legs were enclosing one of his and her lovely bottom was twisting slowly and seductively with the music. They were smiling and talking, and several times, when Beau bent his head down, apparently to hear her better, their faces were so close I thought for a panicky moment that she might actually kiss him. That would incite a riot in this place, I was certain. I’d already noticed a few watching white people nudging each other and whispering back and forth, most probably condemning this flagrantly outrageous violation of southern mores and traditions. Beau appeared to be avoiding eye contact with me, but Blondie winked playfully at me a number of times. Once, as they slowly turned, Blondie was facing me, her face resting against his chest; she looked straight into my eyes, opened that luscious mouth and ran her tongue suggestively around her lips a couple of times. Smiling impishly, she dropped her chin to her chest, leading my gaze down to her hips just as she pushed her belly into his groin and twisted her ass with a circular grinding movement against his leg; then she looked at me again, her eyes smoldering, and her lips pouted in an air kiss. Beau looked down at her, smiled happily and dropped his hand from her back to a more possessive resting position on her upper buttock; he pulled her closer and she responded by grinding her belly and groin against him again, this time keeping her hips moving in a patent, insistent, sexual rotation. All the while, she held my eyes with hers, almost defiantly, as if she were daring me and any other observer to do anything about her rubbing her body against this black man so openly and obviously. Finally looking up at him, she extended her hand to the back of his neck, pulled his head down and put her mouth to his ear. As Beau spun her away, it appeared that she had her tongue in it and I saw that large black hand, in stark contrast against her tight cream-colored skirt, drop further, almost cupping her ass as he pulled her in tighter against him. I looked around, hoping that, in fact, only those two black couples were paying attention to the actuality that my white wife was out there dry-fucking my black boss on the dance floor. The band never actually stopped playing, segueing from one number to the next until they finally took a break. Blondie and Beau returned to the bar arm-in-arm, both of them now sweating in the coastal humidity. As they approached, I could see Beau was discreetly trying to conceal a significant erection with the hem of his suit jacket. As she perched atop her stool, Blondie looked directly at the rather prominent bulge in his trousers, smiled naughtily at me, then back at him, and teased, Blondie Balls My Black Boss "Oooh, Dickie boy, your boss has some real nice moves on the belly-rubbers. He got your little ol’ wife all hot and bothered out there, I swear he did.” Then, looking directly at his erection, she leered wickedly and whispered, “Well will you just lookie here, Dickie boy? Why I do believe your boss has taken a fancy to your little ol’ wife. I think he likes me, Sugar; you think maybe, hmmm?" Waiting a long beat for effect, she looked back at me, smiling even more wickedly, and murmured, “Yeah, Sugar, I do believe Boss Man would like to give your wife a bone-us, hmmm?” placing meaningful emphasis on bone. I just stared at the two of them, not sure what to say; clearly they’d been up to a helluva lot more than dancing out there. I replied quietly, “I think maybe you’ve had too much to drink, Blondie.” Blondie stuck her tongue out at me, then snickered smugly, "Oh bull! Don’t be such an ol’ fuddydud! You just be quiet and listen, Dickie boy!” With an absolutely devilish grin, she whispered, “Your wife can now confirm something else with first-hand knowledge; you know that other thing that you always hear about black men? Well, I do believe that’s true, too!" Grinning naughtily, she waited another beat, looked steadily into Beau’s eyes, her own eyes smoking with sexual heat, as she purred, “At least it’s true about this one,” then continued in a whispered growl, husky with unconcealed lust, “As a matter of fact, your little ol’ Louisiana belle knows ‘first-hand’ it’s true about this one, oh yeah, Baby, Blondie knows ‘first-hand,’ doesn’t she, Boss Man?” With that, she stepped off her stool, moved in close to Beau and raked her long pink nails up the prominent bulge in his trousers, causing him to shudder involuntarily. We stood there in awkward silence until an obviously flustered Beau, drained his drink, asked me to order another round, and then excused himself to go to the men's room. As soon as he was out of earshot, I asked Blondie just what the hell she thought she was doing. She grinned her naughty-girl grin and then, in a low, husky voice, she whispered, “Relax, Dickie boy; everything’s cool. I’ve got it all under control, OK?” When I just stared, she smirked confidently and murmured, “Guess what, Sugar? Your big ol’ black boss just told your little ol’ white wife he wants to take me back to his room and fuck me.” I was speechless so she continued, “Mmmm, hmmm, and he’s cool with you watchin’ Dickie boy, OK?” Responding to my startled expression, Blondie grinned and said, “Let me bring you up to speed, Sugar, before he gets back, OK?” With a leering smile, she began, “Honey, he got this huge hard-on on the first slow dance, just as soon as I pushed my belly up against him; and it embarrassed him so he tried to pull away, to keep it from touching me.” “I stayed right up tight against him and told him to relax, that at my age it certainly wasn't the first time that had ever happened to me; then I pressed up against it even harder and told him that I was most definitely impressed; it might not be the first one but it certainly felt like the biggest one I’d ever had rubbed on me.” “I told him it just to stay cool; that I thought it was sweet and flattering to get such a response from my husband’s boss, that it was a nice compliment and it was making me feel very, very sexy.” "Well, telling him that got him to confess that he thinks I am sexy, very sexy, just about the sexiest woman he's ever known.” Blondie gave me a gloating smile and continued, “He called me a fox, admitted he'd been very attracted to me in Colorado, said he thought I was a stone fox the first time he laid eyes on me.” “I confessed that I had felt the same way about him; then I looked him right in the eye and started rubbing up against his cock real good; I was really grinding into it and rubbing my tits on him too. I told him that I was very happy to hear that it was a mutual attraction. I confessed that in fact, I’d been having some very naughty thoughts about him ever since Colorado. I told him his physical reaction was pretty good evidence he had similar feelings." “He actually moaned and said, 'Oh yeah, Baby!” “I pushed up against his dick and told him that it felt good hearing him call me Baby.” “Then I gave his dick a hard grind and said, 'OK, Baby?' and all he could say was, 'Oh yeah, Baby, oh yeah." Blondie took a large swallow from her drink and continued her account, "For the rest of that number, I was laying it on him thick, telling him, over and over, 'Mmmm, it’s so big, so hard, Baby; it feels so good, Baby, really good.” “Then I said to him, 'Baby, your wife is a very lucky woman; I bet she wants that big ol’ thing all the time, doesn't she?' He just snorted, ‘Don’t I wish!' He said that when they first got married, she couldn’t get enough of it but the fire had gone out after they’d had so many kids and she’d put on so much weight.” “I asked him if he’d ever had sex with a white woman. He said no but he’d always wanted to; he’d always thought it would be very exciting. I told him that being raised in Baton Rouge, where such a thing was totally forbidden, I’d always found the idea very intriguing.” “Then I rubbed against his cock again really good and murmured, 'Mmmm, it’s so big and hard; what a waste, Baby, what a shame some woman’s not gettin’ some of that on a regular basis.” Then I rubbed my pussy on his leg and told him, “You better believe if I had a husband with equipment like this, I'd be taking real good care of him, Baby, real good; I'd be turned on all the time just thinking about the next time I was going to get some more of it!” “Then, Rick, he grinned at me and asked, ‘So, contrary to what most women say, size does make a difference, hunh?” “I smiled up at him and replied, ‘Baby, I’ll bet the only women who believe that bullshit are the ones who’ve never had a big one before, hmmm?” “Then he grinned, pushed his big ol’ hard-on into my belly, and asked, ‘You just said if your husband had one this big you’d be turned on all the time; does that mean he doesn’t?” “I said, ‘Oh no; he’s hung OK, but I have had bigger ones, Baby, so I know what I’m talking about. A girl needs to get a little something extra in her once in a while, you know, Baby?” “That's when I decided to go for broke, Richard. You should have seen the smile on his face when I rubbed my belly on his dick and whispered in his ear, 'Yeah, Baby, every now and then it feels real good to get a little something extra, and compared to my husband, your big, ol’ black dick would definitely be something extra, oh yeah.” “And I said it just like that, too; I said ‘black dick’ with emphasis. Then I told him, ‘And right this minute, Baby, I’m thinking real seriously about going back over to that bar and asking my husband if he wants to watch his wife and his boss do a little something more than just dance tonight.” Blondie grinned, “That resulted in a rather startled expression.” “Then I smiled innocently and said, ‘But of course, I understand the problem with my husband being your employee; so if you just want to dance sexy and talk dirty, just do a little flirtin’ Beau, that’s OK, too. But may I suggest, that if we are gonna keep dancing like this, we do need to go some place with a little more privacy. This is South Alabama, you know. People are watching us, Baby, and we don’t want to cause a scene, now do we?” “Then I pulled his head down, flicked my tongue in his ear and whispered, 'I'll bet we could find somethin’ to dance to on the radio in your room, Boss Man, think maybe?" "Honey, I had him throbbin’ hard by then so I decided to take it up another notch; I asked him if he smokes dope.” That brought me off the bar stool as I sputtered, “You fucking what? Goddamit, Blondie he’s my fucking boss you crazy bitch!” Blondie just looked at me levelly, smiling, and said, “Cool it, Dickie boy; everything’s cool, OK? He smokes all right; he said he hasn’t in a while, but that he isn't opposed to doing it occasionally, in the right company. I asked him if that included present company and he said 'Damned straight! You know it, Baby, you got some?' “I told him I had some really good stuff, sexy dope that always made me feel hot and uninhibited when I smoked it. He laughed and asked if I’d already been smokin’ it. I just smiled, shook my head and rubbed up against him good again and said, 'Beau, if you want to see me really hot and uninhibited take me back to your room, OK? We’ll smoke some of that sexy weed and dance the way we both really want to, OK, Baby? Then, maybe, we’ll just see where things go from there, OK? Want to do that, Baby, hmmm?” She smiled her bad girl smile at me and whispered, "And of course he does, Honey! Oh, he most surely does, but naturally, he was concerned about you." "He asked me how you’d fit into that scenario and I told him not to worry, that you were a very broadminded husband when it came to sex, understanding that a girl needs a little something extra once in a while and you'd probably go along with whatever I suggested. I said that you weren't likely to object to our having ourselves a little party as long as you got to watch. I asked him if he remembered the look on your face when I made the remark in the restaurant about watching him show me his moves. I told him you knew then that I wasn’t just talking about dancing.” “I reassured him you aren't the jealous type, and if we went back to the room and smoked some dope, you wouldn't care if we got sexy and played around. I told him it turns you on to see me tease and flirt with guys and rub it around on them like we were doing now.” “I said that's why you hadn't already made any fuss about the way we were dancing tonight.” “I told him to look over at you; you’d been watching us the whole time we we’d been on the floor so you could obviously see how we were dancing. I told him this wasn’t the first time I’d danced with guys like this here in this club.” Blondie grinned at me and continued, “Remember that lawyer we picked up here a few months ago? I told Beau about that; how we’d gone back to the guy’s hotel and the three of us had ourselves a very sexy little party.” Looking over her shoulder for Beau, she continued, “I told him you had told me to take off my dress as soon as we got in the guy’s room. I described how I’d danced with him in my panties and bra and you hadn’t raised any fuss when he immediately began to kiss me and feel me up and rub his cock in my crotch. I told him you’d encouraged the guy to go ahead and take my bra and panties off and dance naked with me.” Again she glanced back for Beau before going on with, “I told Beau that was one of the sexy thoughts I'd been having, remembering dancing like that, and I asked him, ‘Baby wouldn’t you like to dance with me that way and have your big, ol’ black dick rubbin’ against my tummy without all these clothes in the way?” A gleam came into Blondie’s eyes as she smiled and whispered, “Then I really hooked him when I said, ‘What Rick really likes is for me to put on a garterbelt and some nylons and dance sexy. So I brought an overnight bag with some sexies, Baby; it’s in my car; I can put them on in your room. How bout it, Beau, you want me to dance for you in a garterbelt and nylons tonight, Baby?” She grinned wickedly at me and said, “Oh, Baby, you better believe he wants to see that. He was almost panting by then.” She leaned in closer to me and whispered, "Honey, we were over in that dark corner and I didn’t see anybody watching so I reached in between us and stroked his cock with my hand, up and down a few times. While I was stroking it, I said, ‘Baby, when I start doing this up in the room, when my husband sees me stroking this big ol’ black cock, he’s gonna want to see me give you a lot more than just a hand job.” “I looked into his eyes, licked my lips and asked, ‘You understand what I’m saying, Baby?’ Your big ol’ stud boss moaned, Rick, he actually moaned, Baby!” She smiled wickedly and went on. “Still rubbing his dick, I said, ‘Yeah, Baby, that’s why we don’t have to worry about Rick; because he’s one of those guys who likes to watch, my husband likes to watch me do naughty things to other men and see them do naughty things to me, understand, Baby?” Blondie took another drink, then continued, “I let that sink in for a moment, then said, ‘And because this is such a special situation, you being his boss and all, I bet he’ll let us do whatever we want to tonight, Lover. When he first told me you were coming down, I told him I wanted to party with you, Baby, but he said no way, not with you being his boss.” “I looked into his eyes and said, “But I’d seen the way you were looking at me in Colorado. And I know what men are thinking when they give me that look, so I just decided to push it a little tonight on my own until I could see how you feel about it.” “I smiled at him and said, ‘Well, Darlin, what I’m holding in my hand pretty much tells me how you feel about it, hmmm, Mr. Boss Man? Think maybe I’d be correct in assuming you’d like to put this big ol’ hard thing in me tonight, hmmm? Whether my husband works for you or not?” “He wanted to know if I’d gone all the way with other guys with you watching and I looked into his eyes and whispered, ‘Oh yeah, Baby, sure I have, lots of times; and it makes me hot, Baby; I get very, very aroused, just become incredibly responsive to other men when my husband’s watching me with them.’ Then I told him, ‘And, Baby, it’s been a while since I’ve had anything extra and I’m ready tonight, Beau; I’m ready to do it tonight if you are, Baby, OK? I’m going to make it really good for you, Lover.” I kept grinding it against him, looked him in the eye and asked him, 'You want to fuck me, Boss man?” “He said he couldn't believe this was happening but yes, definitely, he wanted to fuck me, that he'd been fantasizing about doing that since Colorado. I stuck my tongue in his ear again and whispered, ‘So have I, Baby, so have I! And tonight we’re finally gonna get to do it, Lover!” “I told him to go to the men's room when we came back to the bar and give me a few minutes to make sure you were OK with everything. I warned him that the only way you’d go along with the idea was if you actually got to go along and watch.” She grinned that evil grin again and purred, “He’s just a little concerned with the circumstances, Honey, what with you being one of his employees, but he wants to do it, Rick; oh yeah, he’ll do it, I’ll make sure of that, just trust me! That horny black stud wants some of your wife’s sweet little ol’ white pussy bad, Honey, real bad! He’ll do whatever he has to get some tonight, trust me on that, Sugar, trust me.” She smiled another vixen smile and whispered, "C'mon, Rickie, let's have some fun tonight. He's much more intelligent and impressive than any of the other black guys I've been with, and he's hung like a horse.” When I just sat there looking at her thoughtfully, trying to decide if I wanted to kiss her or shoot her, she pledged, “Go along with me on this and I promise I'll put on a red hot show for you. God, my pussy is sopping wet just talking about it! I mean it's just such a sexy situation with him being your boss, being black and being so well hung, too. You know how hot I get with big-dicked black guys. Be honest with yourself; you and I both know you've wanted to watch me fuck him ever since you introduced us in Colorado; now's our chance to do it.” I just sat there staring at her so she whispered, “C’mon, Baby, now's our chance. Let’s just go up to his room, smoke a number and see what happens? Who knows, he may chicken out; if he does we'll blame my coming-on-so-strong on too much booze, OK? I mean, he certainly can't make an issue of anything job-wise for you after the way he's been rubbing his big dick all over me, right?" Looking over her shoulder to see if Beau was coming back yet she whispered conspiratorially, "And if he does fuck me tonight, you’ll have your boss right where you want him, Dickie boy, compromised with dope and sex. By the way, I don't want him to know I've screwed any other black guys; I want him to think he's the first, OK? I mean, he's your boss, after all, I might as well stroke his ego while I'm stroking his cock, don't you think?" I honestly didn't know how to respond: should I be pissed at my wife for putting the moves on my boss and revealing to him that I like to watch her get fucked or should I be excited about what might happen yet tonight. She was right, we had fantasized several times since the Colorado meeting about her having sex with Beau. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea. Blondie was right; it certainly wouldn't hurt to have your new boss in a compromising situation with both sex and dope. Besides, I really would like to watch my gorgeous, blond, white wife fuck another black guy. It had been a while since the last one. Seeing Beau returning to the bar, I took a deep breath and muttered, "Here he comes. OK, go for it, Blondie. You wanta fuck him go for it. You sure make it sound like he’s a player, not nearly as straight-laced as I thought he was." Blondie beamed at my approval and gave me a light kiss with a quick flick of warm tongue. As soon as Beau joined us, she took his hand, flashed an absolutely radiant smile at him and said huskily, "Everything’s cool, Baby, let's go up to your room and have us a little private party, OK?" Beau raised an eyebrow and looked at me questioningly. Seeing him look at me, Blondie said, "Beau, it's OK, Baby; I told you it would be OK didn't I? Hey, Rick is cool; he knew from the way we were dancing what was going on and he’s OK with going up to your room for a while; we’ll just see what happens from there." She winked lewdly at Beau and stage whispered, “It helped when I told him I brought a garterbelt; he’s always up for that. Now, c’mon, let’s go where I can put on a little show for my two big, handsome studs, OK, Baby?” I looked at Blondie and Beau, innocently wide-eyed and said, "Hey guys, if you want to fool around a little, I'm certainly not going to be the party pooper. Right this minute, I think maybe we ought to fire up a doobie before we do anything else and we sure as hell can’t do that here. Let's burn one in the room and we’ll just see what comes up, OK?" Blondie looked at Beau’s crotch, smiled at him wickedly and purred, “Oh yeah, Boss Man, let’s see what comes up and how long I can keep it up, hmmm?” He looked intently at my wife and asked, "You sure?" With her eyes burning into his, she licked those full luscious lips suggestively and cooed softly, "Beau, Darlin’ I think maybe you just need to quit askin’ all these questions and take me on up to your room right now, OK?” She paused and then whispered, “And fuck me, Baby, OK?” There it was! No more beating around the bush; my horny wife had put it all on the table, right in front of her husband. Beau looked at me for confirmation and I just grinned. Blondie followed our exchanged looks and smirked, “While ol’ Dickie boy here watches, OK?” Setting his drink back on the bar, Beau called for the tab and we headed for the street. Back at the hotel, we had the elevator to ourselves, and as soon as the door closed on the lobby, Blondie slipped her arms around Beau’s waist and pushed her groin up against him. Extending her arms upward, she pulled his face down and kissed him lightly. Peering intently up into his face, she queried, “You said you and your wife don’t have sex very often; when was the last time you did, Baby?” When he responded that it had been almost a month, she glanced over at me, smiling greedily and asked, Blondie Balls My Black Boss “Has any other lady gotten lucky lately, Baby?” Beau responded weakly, “No, unfortunately.” Blondie just looked into his eyes and whispered, “This is going to be good, Baby; I’m going to make you feel real good, Lover.” Smiling confidently she whispered, “Cause I’m nice and tight, Baby; no kids, you know, so I’m nice and tight for an old broad.” Turning her smug smile to me she purred, “Aren’t I, Sugar?” When I just grinned and nodded, she stepped back and put her hand on the huge bulge in Beau’s trousers. Rubbing it slowly, she grinned at me and chuckled, “Yeah, and if I’m tight for you can you imagine how tight I’m gonna be for this big ol’ thing?” About that time the elevator stopped; as the door opened, my wife turned away from her conquest, puckered her lips at me and whispered, “Oh god yessss, this is going to be good, Dickie boy! I’m gonna make your boss feel real good.” When we got to his room, Beau produced a bottle of decent bourbon from his luggage and I took the ice bucket down the hall. When I returned, I detected the sweet aroma of marijuana as soon as I entered the semi-darkened room, so I quickly closed the door behind me. They had both removed their jackets and were sitting at the small table passing a joint back and forth in the small golden oval of light from the table lamp; the two, small bedside lamps provided the only other illumination. The bedside radio was tuned to a disco station and you could feel a subtle, insistent, pulsating beat in the background. I made three drinks and sat on the edge of the bed where the joint was quickly passed to me. Beau shook his head and grinned, then said, "I swear to God, nothing even remotely like this has ever happened to me before; I honestly don't know what to say or what to do! One thing for sure: this stays strictly among the three of us, OK? Nobody else in the company can ever know about this!" Blondie sat there watching him like he was a big piece of chocolate candy, moving her body to the soft background music. She said, "Just relax, Boss Man, this is our little secret, our little private company party; nobody's going to tell anyone anything. Now just sit there and give this good grass a little time to work; don't say anything; just let the dope work for a few minutes, OK? I want us to take our time and enjoy every delicious moment of this very special evening, OK?” He nodded his agreement and fell silent. We all listened mutely to the music and, sure enough, within a very few minutes the marijuana was having its desired effect. I began to feel a languorous sense of dope-induced torpor, interlaced with a heightened sense of sexual arousal and anticipation. As this contrasting sense of lazy stimulation spread through my body and mind, I imagined it must be suffusing the lust-filled minds of my wife and my boss. I heard Beau comment distantly, "Good smoke." Blondie smiled warmly at him and said dreamily, "Yeah, Baby, it's some of the best dope we've ever had; it always makes me feel so sexy; it's starting to make me feel real nice, Baby, real nice. Is it making you feel sexy, too, Sugar?" Blondie got up and moved around the table and sat on his lap, putting her right arm around his shoulders. Cupping his chin with her left hand, and with her eyes looking dreamily into his, she smiled and said softly, "You know, Baby, I’m sure glad you got that big ol’ hard-on just as soon we started dancing. That was Blondie’s green light, Baby, just the reaction she was hoping for; that's what told her for sure that her husband’s big ol’ stud of a boss felt the same way about her as she did about him, you know Sugar?” She grinned smugly and continued in a dreamy voice, “Yeah, Sugar, I was pretty sure you wanted some from the way you’d looked at me in Colorado and the way you were looking at me tonight, but I wasn’t positive. So that big ol’ hardon was just what this ol’ girl needed to give her the nerve to come on to you, Baby, and ask you to bring me up here. I’d been telling myself all evening I had to be very careful; after all, you are my husband's boss and if I came on too strong and it turned out you weren’t a player, then Rick might be in big trouble with the company." She squirmed her bottom around slowly on his lap and I was sure she was sitting on an erection. She smiled somewhat smugly and continued, "But, Beau, Baby, when I felt your big ol' dick poking me in the belly, I knew you wanted to play around just as much as I did; so I decided to take the chance. When you kept pushing it into me, even with my husband watching; I figured you were letting me know you were interested in getting more from little ol' Blondie than some dance-floor belly-rubbing. Oh yeah, Baby, that big old hard dick was telling me for sure that the boss man wanted to get in my panties.” She glanced over at me and giggled, “You just couldn’t figure out what we were gonna do about my husband, though, could you, Baby?” Beau looked over at me, somewhat startled at hearing my wife come right out and talk so openly about their desires for each other, sitting right there in front of me but I just smiled and nodded. Blondie gave him a playful kiss on the corner of his mouth, flicking her tongue quickly in and out, and purred, “See, I told you everything would work out OK, didn’t I, Baby? I told you Rick was cool about this kind of thing. And aren’t you glad he is, Baby?” Then she stood up, walked over to the bedside radio and spun the tuner dial until she found an R&B station playing a slow tempo number. Turning back to face Beau, she smiled invitingly and cooed, "Come on, Beau, get up, Boss Man, now we can dance the way we’ve been wanting to." Giving me a quick glance, as if seeking my approval, he got up and moved toward her. There was an enormous bulge in his trousers. As soon as they embraced, Blondie began rotating her belly against it. She looked up at him, smiled and murmured, "Oooooh, Lover, looks like something’s come up between us again, hmmm?" Continuing to gaze into his eyes, she reached down with her right hand, grasped the large swelling in his slacks and began a slow up and down stroking action. As Beau moaned, my wife turned to me and said, "You can't believe how much I wanted to do that out there on the dance floor, Rick; I just wanted to reach down there and rub this big ol’ cock right there in front of all those people. I’d have given anything to see the looks on their faces, seeing a white woman rubbing a black man’s cock right there on that dance floor.” Laying her pretty face against his broad chest she looked at me as she crooned, “Your boss is a real stud, Richard, and I do mean stud. His cock feels sooooooo nice, Sugar, so nice," and looking up at him through half-closed eyes, she purred, "And big, Baby, it is just sooooooo big; I've never felt one this big before. Or this hard either, Lover; god it’s hard." The song finished; my wife looked at me with her naughty-girl smile, her hand still methodically massaging the bulge in Beau' pants, and cooed, "Sugar, I feel so damned decadent right now, knowing I’m getting ready to fuck your boss with you watching me do it. God, that is just so fucking wicked, isn’t it, hmmm, Dickie boy?” When I just grinned in response, she went on, “I’m going to take my skirt and blouse off and dance with Beau in my panties and bra, OK? You’ll like that, won't you, Dickie boy?” I said, "Oh yeah, you know it, Baby, you know it." She smiled at Beau and purred, "See, Baby, didn't I tell you at the bar that he'd want to see us do naughty things?" Stepping back from Beau, Blondie murmured, "Oh yeah, I’m gonna be real nice to your boss, Dickie boy. I’m gonna give him a night he's never ever gonna forget, OK? Oh yeah, we’re gonna have the best little company party anyone’s ever had, hmmm, Boss Man?" Beau looked like he was holding his breath until I grinned and said, “You’re a lucky man, Beau. You’re about to get some the best pussy you’ve ever had in your life.” Blondie grinned a smug, victorious grin, first at me, then at Beau as she released her grip on his cock, and stepped back. Moving to the music, my alluring wife unbuttoned her pink blouse, slipped out of it and threw it to me. Her soft, white breasts were nestled in the lacy pink bra cups enticingly, the strands of gleaming pearls resting between them. Smiling seductively at Beau, she reached behind her with both hands and unzipped her short skirt. Moving her hips slowly in time to the music, she put her thumbs in the waistband, pulled the skirt down below her knees, and then stepped out of it. Kicking it to one side, she stuck her thumbs in the waist of her tan pantyhose and peeled them down to her ankles. Sitting back on the foot of the bed she removed one sexy pink high-heel at a time and stripped off her pantyhose. Replacing her shoes, my buxom little wife stood and faced my black boss in her dainty, pink lace bra, her sheer, pink, bikini panties and her pink ankle strap heels. She was a voluptuous, blond vision as she pirouetted to face away from Beau, her soft, pale body marred only by the red mark of constriction the pantyhose had left on her waist. Standing with feet spread and arms akimbo, she struck a sexy pose and cooed at him over her shoulder, through her thick, platinum tresses, "You like Mr. Boss Man? You think maybe you’d like to break the rules a little and fraternize with your employee’s wife now, Baby?" Beau had been standing beside the table, watching as she undressed, his eyes never leaving her. Now he broke into a huge grin and said, "Oh yeah, Mama, oh yeah, you are gorgeous, Baby, absolutely gorgeous!" Blondie spun around, slid into his embrace and they began moving slowly to the music. She immediately began unbuttoning his shirt and had it off him in seconds. Tossing it on the dresser, she turned her attention to his trousers and had him out of those very quickly as well. Slipping off his loafers, Beau turned back to my wife; he was now clad only in long dress socks and red jockey shorts. The front of his shorts stood out an amazing distance, drawing an appraising smile from my wife. Slipping back into his arms, she grasped his erection with one hand and stroked it slowly as she rubbed it against the front of her filmy pink panties. Looking up into his face she murmured dreamily, "Now isn't this better, Baby, isn't this so much better? I knew you'd like dancing with me like this so much better." Smiling again at me, she continued stroking his cock and purred softly, "I’m going to kiss him, Dickie boy, OK? Are you ready to see your wife kiss your boss, Sugar, are you, hmmm?" Feeling unbelievably aroused, I replied, "You bet, Baby, you kiss him, Baby, you kiss him all you want. Give him a taste of that sweet mouth and those luscious lips, Babe." Blondie silently mouthed an exaggerated "Thank You" at me, then pulled his face down to hers and gave him an open-mouthed, wet kiss which they held for several minutes as they shuffled to the music, back and forth between the bed and the dresser. I could see their jaws working as their intertwining tongues made thrusts and parries. When the long kiss ended she turned to me, her hand still slowly, rhythmically massaging his cock, and said, “Ohhhhh, god, Richard, this whole scene is just so incredibly sexy; I mean here I am, actually making out with your boss, can you believe it, Baby?” “Mmmmmm, mmmm, mmm,” she purred, “And It feels soooo nice, Sugar; not only is the man hung like a horse, he's a very good, very hot kisser, too!" Still stroking him and looking at me thoughtfully, she said, "Rick, I did promise you both I'd put on a garterbelt and nylons and dance for you; but, Honey, all my sexy stuff is still down in my car. We were in such a hurry to come up here I forgot all about it. If you want to see me in my sexies, you’re gonna have to go down and get them, OK? Be a sweetie, Rickie, and get the keys out of my purse and go get that red overnight bag out of my trunk, will you?” Turning back to Beau, she kissed him again and said, “I'll bet Beau will like what I've got in there, don't you think, Rick? Oh yeah, Baby, I'm feeling real sexy right now, sexier than I’ve felt in a long time and I want to make myself look real sexy just for the big boss man, OK, Baby?" Ten minutes later, when I quietly re-entered the room, they were still slow dancing. There stood my beautiful little blond, white wife, in pink panties, bra and heels, rubbing her body up against my muscular, black boss, kissing him open-mouthed, with one pale hand resting on the back of his neck while her other hand gently moved back and forth on his huge black cock, which was now extending, unrestrained, out from the fly of his jockey shorts. She was moving the large, purplish, mushroom head up and down against the front of her diaphanous, pink panties while his large hands were under the thin material, cupping and kneading her soft, white cheeks, pulling her into him. His fingers were very long and looked very black beneath her pink panties, contrasted against her creamy skin. It was a very erotic tableau, made all the more so because of the unique relationships involved here. Neither of them paid me any attention as I took the overnight bag into the bathroom, then came back in and sat down to watch. As I relaxed with my drink, I could hear them talking between kisses. I could hear Blondie murmuring her encouragement against his lips, "Oh Baby, it feels so big I don't know whether I'll be able to take it all; I've never had one this big before; it's huge. We're going to have to take it slow; you won't hurt me will you? Oooooh, Beau, Baby, I'm going to be nice and tight for you, Lover, nice and tight, for your big dick, OK? I’m going to make you feel soooo gooood, Baby, so good, oh god yeeaass!" Blondie turned her face to me and smiled contentedly as she sought my affirmation of this, “I will won’t I Sugar; I’ll be real nice and tight for him won’t I, Honey? I’m tight for you, right, Baby?” When I grunted my agreement, she purred, “Then just think how tight my little ol’ pussy is going to be for this monster, hmmm?” I grinned; she was playing him along perfectly and indeed, she was stroking his ego as well as his cock. The radio abruptly switched to a news update and they slowly, dreamily, pulled apart. Beau shook his head and grinned at me with disbelief, like he couldn’t believe this was real. But Blondie was in cool control; turning to me, my wife smiled wickedly, still rubbing the head of his cock against the soft, sheer material of her pink panties, slowly stroking it, and said in a husky undertone, "Baby, this is truly a special situation, don't you think? I mean the whole idea of a woman making love to another man with her husband watching is so decadent; but when it’s her husband's boss it is even more erotic," then gazing directly into Beau' eyes, she continued, "Especially when he's a big, sexy, black stud with a bigger dick than your little white wife has ever had." Turning back to me, she purred contentedly, "Honey, like I told you at the bar, we’re going to put on a real exciting, real sexy show for you, tonight." Squeezing his cock, playfully, she said, "And I think it's time to get things moving. So, right now, Dickie boy, I want you to just sit back and enjoy the evening cause it’s going to be hot, Honey, real hot!” She grinned wickedly and said to Beau, "He got real turned on in Colorado when I told him if I ever got the chance I wanted to do this. He’s always fantasized about watching me screw a black guy. So don't you worry about him, Baby; he’s not going to get jealous; it sure won’t be the first time he's watched his wife have sex with someone else.” I stayed in character but I wanted to laugh; hell, I'd watched her fuck more than forty guys, several of them black. Still, I wasn't sure that I cared for having so much information about our private sexual shenanigans imparted to my new boss. But the whole inconceivable scene was just so extraordinarily erotic that, for the moment, I really didn't care. I took a long, thoughtful pull at my drink and finally said, "Hey, you two have been salivating all over each other since you said hello this afternoon, and I'm definitely not one to stand in the way of true lust. If you guys want to fuck each other, get it on, but you better believe that I'm staying right here and watching the whole thing. A man ought to be entitled to share in at least a little of the fun if he lets his boss screw his wife, hmm, Beau?” I paused before reminding Blondie, “But aren’t you forgetting one thing?" When she looked at me quizzically, I grinned and said, “Garterbelt and nylons? A little dirty dancing before the screwing starts, perhaps? I think Beau would like to see that too.” Giving me an indulgent smile, Blondie backed away from Beau; she said playfully, "See, didn’t I tell you? He'll let us do it, but only if I wear the garterbelt and nylons." She moved over to the radio, switched back to the disco station and turned up the volume. Moving to the throbbing beat, she danced back over in front of Beau and began doing bumps and grinds as she teasingly pulled her pink bikini panties down her lower belly to a point where the upper half of her inverted, pubic triangle came into view. Turning, she let him have a good look at her shapely ass; smiling over her shoulder through her platinum hair, Blondie cooed, "You like that, Beau? That's all yours tonight, Stud, all yours, but you’ll just have to wait a little while; I have to keep my husband happy, too. Are you ready for me to put on something sexy and dance for you?" He grinned and replied, "Oh yeah, Baby, you know I am!" Picking up her drink from the table, Blondie winked at Beau and said, "Well, don’t you go anywhere, my big, handsome stud; I’ll be right back,” and disappeared into the bathroom. Beau looked at me for a long moment, seemingly at a loss for words, then finally exclaimed, "Holy sheeiitt, Man, that is one hot woman! She is stone fucking gorgeous and she is stone fucking hot; I've never even seen a 'sister' that hot and sexy; Man, she just oozes sex; you are one lucky dude, Rick. I mean, I kind of suspected in Colorado that she was flirting with me and I admit I thought about fucking her; but I sure as hell didn't expect anything like this to happen. I mean this is like a seduction scene out of some high class porno flick!" I grinned and responded, "C'mon, Beau, this is no seduction. You're just as hot for my wife as she is for you. True, she liked what she saw when she met you in Colorado, especially after I told her you were heavy hung." He gave me a ‘What the hell?’ look and I laughed and said, "Hey Beau, it's OK, Man; I've seen you unlimber that hog in men's rooms plenty of times." I continued, "When I told her you were coming down, she joked about doing something like this, but I didn't take her seriously. But it's still a two-way street, Boss. You're the one who got the raging hard-on on the dance floor and rubbed it all over my wife." He grinned and said, "Hey, Rick, any man don't get hard with your foxy wife rubbin' her sweet pussy all over his dick, has to be a sissy or a dead man!" When Blondie stepped back into the room, Beau let out a small gasp of appreciation, looked at me and said, "Holy shit!" She'd chosen a black lace negligee and black accessories for this night's entertainment: a black shelf bra which left her nipples exposed, sheer black bikini panties with rhinestones, a black garter belt with eight short garters attached to pinpoint lace opera hose which came all the way up to her groin, with gold and black platform heels on her pretty feet. She was wearing a flashy rhinestone choker and long, dangling rhinestone earrings.