14 comments/ 68543 views/ 23 favorites Shauna's Infidelity By: JonB1969 I woke up, just like that, from crystal-clear dreams -- dreams of making love. I turned and looked at the clock. It was five forty five am. The sky outside the bay windows was still dark -- not even a hint of sunrise. My husband always arose promptly at six fifteen, with the blaring of the clock radio. My husband slept, as usual, on the right side of our huge king-size cabinet bed, the side that faced the bathroom door. That way he could shut off the alarm clock, get out of bed, and go to the bathroom to get ready, without disturbing me. But I was awake anyway. My dream had done that to me. For a few moments, I just laid in bed, staring out the window, listening to the rapid beat of my heart. That dream was so real! I distinctly remembered that the man in my dream wasn't my husband. Matter of fact, he wasn't even black. That didn't worry me -- I'd dated a few white men before I met my husband, mostly in college. What did worry me was, I was so hot and bothered by that dream, I couldn't get back to sleep. I laid there, very quietly, trying to get my pounding heart to quiet down. But it wasn't going to happen, not anytime soon. I lifted my right hand and put it on my chest, just in between my breasts, where I could feel my heart beating, even through the slip I was wearing. I cupped my breast with my right hand. I squeezed it gently, ran the tips of my fingernails over my nipple. My nipples were harder than they've ever been. Why did I have to wake up in the middle of that dream? The man in my dream was about to make me orgasm! I swear, my dreams have been getting more real, and more arousing, with every dream. Oh my god, I could really feel his arms around me, feel his hard white cock slipping inside me. And for some reason, I was dreaming of being fucked by a strange man from my husband's office, who was visiting our house, for whatever reason. My left hand drifted down my tummy, under the blanket, and felt for the hem of my slip. I slowly pulled it up, until it was around my waist. I spread my legs, and slipped my right hand in between. I began to touch my pussy, as only a woman can. Damn, I was wet. I felt the heat. I felt the moisture. I didn't bother lifting the blanket to look down. I didn't need to. I let my fingers do all the work. First, lightly stroked my clit with my fingertips. It was sensitive as could be. I gently massaged it, feeling the tightness increase. I ran the tips of two fingernails over my pussy lips. The lady who did my nails told me to try this. Damn, that shit felt good. Without even meaning to, I parted my pussy lips with those two fingernails, and slipped them inside just as easy as you please. A surprised gasp escaped my lips. Oh my god, this shit feels really good! Oh, my god ... oh, my god ... I'm coming! ... Oooohhhh! But my craving was not satisfied. I was all hot and bothered, with no place to go. I looked at my husband's sleeping form, as he lay on his back, at his smooth dark mahogany skin, that was three full shades darker than my own. At his lean muscular arms, that I loved to be held in. His ripped midsection, that I loved to tickle. At the little patch of curly hairs on his chest, that I loved to scratch. My gaze slowly traveled up to his placid face, and lingered on those full lips I loved to kiss. It used to be that I would be the one to wake up my husband, not some alarm clock. He would always leave for work with a smile on his face. I'd start with soft gentle kisses, tender caresses, and then I'd whisper in his ear, until his eyes opened. I would wake him gently -- unless I was in a horny mood, like I am now. Then I would wake him in a more direct fashion, with a little under-the-covers oral action. It's been a long while since I've woken him like that -- my husband has fallen into a routine. I suddenly decided it was time to break the routine for a day. I crawled across the bed and slipped under the blankets. I eased between his legs, letting my breasts brush his thighs. Very gently, so as not to wake him quite yet, I used the tips of my fingernails to spread apart the fly on his boxers. I hauled out his limp man hood, put my lips around the head of it, and swirled my tongue around. I felt it become hard just about right away. I eased his cock further inside my mouth and began to suck on it, leisurely and smoothly. But it's been too long for me as well. I started getting into it. Smooth silent sucking soon gave way to noisy slurping. It wasn't too long before I felt Andre start to wiggle and squirm. Sure enough, my husband said, "Okay, Shauna. I'm awake." He pulled the covers to one side like he always does. I looked up as I sucked him. Then I paused in my sucking. I lightly stroked his erect cock. I grinned at him. "Good morning, sugar." I looked down, at his cock, then back up at him. "Looks like part of you is already up." Andre chuckled. "Yes. It certainly appears that way." "What say we take advantage of it?" I didn't wait for an answer. I took off my slip. Then I straddled my husband and held his cock with one hand. I rubbed the round head against my pussy lips. I felt the head part my pussy lips and slip inside, and I sank down on it. The rest of his cock easily slipped inside my pussy. With his entire cock inside me, I leaned forward, so my hair fell in his face, placed my hands on his chest, and kissed him on the lips, as I lifted my booty up a little, dipped it low, and picked it up slow. Oh my god, this shit feels good! Andre's alarm clock went off, right on time. I was expecting that. I wasn't expecting him to look at it and gasp, "I'd better get going." Lift, dip. "Excuse ... me?" Lift, and dip. "I said, I'd better ... get ... going." Lift, dip. Lift, dip! "I ... heard you ... the first time." Lift, dip, lift, dip! "Then you'd ... better ... get off me." "But I wanted to get you off. I want to make love to you, Andre." I lifted myself upright and started to move up and down on his cock faster. I could not believe how good this shit felt! Then suddenly Andre grabbed my waist, and rolled over so he was on top. "Oh, you want this pussy? Take this pussy, Andre." I wrapped my arms around him, arched against him, closed my eyes, and prepared myself for ecstasy. But then, just as suddenly, it was over! Andre actually pulled his cock out of my pussy -- and started to get out of bed! I blurted out, "Just where the hell are you going?" "I've got a long day ahead, Shauna," he grunted, swinging his legs out and putting his feet on the floor. "I've got to get ready." I moved over to the edge of the bed, kneeled behind him, and put my arms around my husband's neck, before he could stand up. I tried a softer approach. "Andre," I said in his ear. "It's been a long time since we've made love. Please, come back to bed." "I don't have time for hanky-panky." "I have time. It's been five months since we last made love. Five long months." I kissed along his shoulder, to the nape of his neck, and finally to his earlobe. "What say we break that streak, sugar?" "Not today." He pushed my arms away. "No, please." I begged him. "I'm almost there, sugar. Please." "Sorry, Shauna." As he stood up and went to the bathroom door, I saw that his cock was still erect. It was standing out, hard and straight, which totally ticked me off, because I was the one that put it there, and dammit, I was horny! "Sorry? Do you know how fucking horny I am?" "I'm sorry." He closed the bathroom door. I poked out my bottom lip. "You're sorry. Right." My husband emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, wearing a towel, fog escaping as he opened the door. By this time I had put my slip back on, and was sitting on the bed, my arms folded over my chest, my legs folded underneath me Indian style. He moved across the room, to his side of the walk in closet, and began dressing methodically. I watched him in silence, until he moved over to the dresser, selected a pair of cufflinks, and then began tying a necktie. I met his eyes in the mirror. "I hope you haven't forgotten about the party." "The dinner party? No, I haven't forgotten." "Good." "I hope you invited everyone." "I've invited a few people. We still have room for one more." "Any ideas?" he asked. "Why don't you ever invite your friend over from work, Bruce Cameron? He's the one person you're always talking about." Andre nodded. "I'll invite Bruce to dinner sometime." "Good." I didn't bother smiling. He finished tying his necktie, and turned to face me. "Were you going to get your nails done today?" I put on a fake smile. "Yes. Then I'm meeting a friend for lunch." "Okay, have a nice day." I continued to watch my husband with animal intensity. "Thanks. You, too." Andre grabbed his briefcase and his keys, and headed for the bedroom door. I fell back on the bed, and made the strangled moaning noise of a very frustrated woman. Bruce I was in my office, going over some papers and other junk. It was Friday, and the dress code was business casual. My clothes were casual -- grey sweater, grey trousers, grey blazer, black shoes -- but the word of the day was still business. I heard a brief knock on my office door. I looked up. Andre stood there. Andre was Mr. Black Business Man personified. He was about my height, with chocolate brown skin, close cropped curly black hair, and a neatly trimmed goatee. "Hey, buddy," I said. "You don't mind if I step inside for a minute?" "Nope, come on in," I said. I glanced at my watch. It was just after 1030 am. "Aren't you supposed to be on your way to the airport?" He was dressed in an unusually casual mode, for him. He wore casual blue slacks and a matching golf shirt. "Yeah, I am. But I wanted to let you know, I had Tiffany email you a list of all my clients, and their contact info." "Thank you." Andre glanced at his watch again. "Listen, Bruce, I got to be going. See you next week. Don't work too hard, buddy." I grunted. "Yeah. I promise." Andre rapidly moved to the door, opened it, passed through, and closed it quickly. I waited ten minutes. Then I lifted my office phone. "Heather?" "Yes, Bruce?" "Can you please have Tiffany come in to my office, to go over Andre's client list, when she has a chance?" "Certainly, Bruce." Five minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I looked up. Tiffany Mayes, Andre's secretary, stood there. She was black like her boss, but fortunately, the similarity ended there. She had chocolate brown skin, coffee brown eyes, and straight black hair that shimmered under the lights, and went past her shoulders. She also had a traffic stopping figure, including large breasts, and nice wide hips. As usual, she was dressed right out of a fashion magazine -- short sleeved turtleneck top, knee length black leather skirt, and knee high black leather boots with 4 inch high stiletto heels. "You wanted to see me, Bruce?" Her voice was as smooth as honey. I nodded. "I did, indeed, Tiffany. If you could please fill me in on who exactly these people are, in this client list?" Tiffany smiled that beautiful smile of hers, showing off cute dimples. "I would love to do that for you, Bruce." It took nearly an hour and a half to cover them all. I rested my head in my hands. "I have no idea how I will remember all this crap." Tiffany smiled again. "Don't worry, Bruce. That's what I'm here for." I smiled briefly. "Thank you, Tiffany. You'd better get back to your desk." "Okay, Bruce." I glanced at my watch again. It was nearly lunch time! I put on my blazer, picked up my canvas knapsack, tucked my newspaper under my other arm, and left my office. As soon as I stepped out of my office, my blonde secretary Heather Dawson rose from her desk. She was dressed in a plain blue cotton top, black skirt and matching leather pumps, her blonde hair all wavy. "Going to lunch, Bruce?" "Yes. If anyone calls, just take a message. I'm turning off my cell phone, too. If they want to leave a message on my voice mail, they can." "Okay, Bruce. Have a nice lunch." I continued striding, across the room, past Cassie at her desk, and out the door. "Bruce?" Cassie's voice stopped me in the hallway. "What's up, Cassie?" I tried to be patient. All I wanted was to get out of here. "Lana wanted Andre to sign these papers before he left, but I wasn't able to catch him." She had an apologetic expression on her face. "I was wondering, if you knew were he was going, if you can have him sign these?" I sighed. "Sure." I took the papers. "Thank you, Bruce." I strolled out the door and waited for the elevator impatiently, trying not to think about how this was going to reduce my "lunch" break into a "driving out to Andre's house and back" break. I only hoped I could catch Andre at home, before he left. The elevator finally arrived. I got on and took it to the ground floor. I got in my car, tossed my stuff in the passenger seat, turned the ignition on and drove away. Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the curb, grabbed Andre's paper work, and jogged up the walk. Somewhat out of breath, I rang the doorbell. I vaguely remembered him mentioning his wife Shauna once or twice. Hopefully, she would be at home and not out getting her nails done. It wasn't more than a couple minutes later, that Shauna herself opened the front door. She was wearing an orange velour hooded top, unzipped far enough to show a little cleavage, and matching drawstring pants. She was barefoot. She wore no makeup. Her hair was an untamed, sleep tousled corona around her face. I've never seen anyone look more beautiful. She was about five-two, her figure exquisitely proportioned. Her orange outfit went perfectly with her butterscotch skin. As soon as she opened the door, I could see the sadness in her eyes. "Hello." "Hi," I said back. "Can I help you?" "You must be Shauna." She laughed. "Why, yes. And who am I speaking with?" Duh. "I'm Bruce Cameron, Andre's partner." Her face brightened up. "Oh, so you're Bruce! So nice to finally meet you!" She moved closer, held out her arms to me, and gave me a surprisingly friendly hug, that lasted a long time. She was soft and warm. Her breasts felt nice against my chest. "Feeling's mutual." I found unexpected comfort in her hair. After a while, she pulled back slowly, so her hands brushed my arms, until she brushed my hands with hers, which were soft and cool, and then she stepped back. "So. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, sugar?" Her eyes were bright. She was standing in the doorway, her right hand on her waist, her left on the door frame. I couldn't help but notice, she long French nails. I cringed, afraid to hurt her feelings, but plowed ahead anyway. "Is Andre still here? He said he was coming home to get some stuff before he went to the airport." Shauna shook her head. "I'm sorry, Bruce, but Andre hasn't been back home since he left this morning." "He told me he was coming back home to pick up some stuff." Shauna replied, "And he told me he was going straight to the airport from work." My hand clenched around the papers I was holding. "Damn." "I'm sorry. I hope it wasn't anything important." I made myself smile. "Nope. Just some papers he needed to sign before he left." "And he didn't sign them, I take it?" I sighed. "Nope." "How are you, sugar? You okay?" "Yeah." It was more a reflex response than a real reply. "Why?" "Well, it's just that you seem pretty stressed out. Long day?" "Yeah. A long day. That's not even finished." "You must be on your lunch break, huh?" "Yep." "Had to spend it driving all the way out here?" "Yeah." She opened the front door wider. "Won't you come in for a few minutes?" I shook my head. "Thank you for offering. But I wouldn't want to impose." Shauna shook her head. "Don't be silly. You won't be imposing." "You sure?" I sounded stupid, even to me. "Yes. Come on in. I was just about to make something for lunch." "Okay." I gave in, and came inside. Shauna closed the door behind me, smiling a welcoming smile. She took my hand in hers, and escorted me out of the foyer. "Come on into the living room with me, sugar. I'll bring our lunch out here." "Sounds nice." "Can I take your jacket?" "Sure, yeah." I felt her hands on my back as she helped me out of it. "Have a seat on the couch while I hang this up for you." "Thanks." I went over to the couch and plopped down gratefully. I looked around. I thought about how the same house looked completely different in the daytime, much like Shauna herself. I took out my cell phone and instant messaged Heather at the office -- Taking a long lunch break, be back by 130 pm. Heather messaged me back: Don't have too much fun! Shauna disappeared for a minute back into the foyer. I heard a closet door being opened, a hanger being taken out, cloth rustling, then a door closing. She had the TV on, watching some soap opera. She came back from the foyer, and sat down on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her. She reached for the remote, and turned the volume down on the TV. "I'm actually glad you had to drive out here. I usually don't have many visitors." I smiled. "Not the way I would usually spend my lunch break," I said. "But yeah, this is pretty nice." "Is my husband working you to death?" "It feels like it. Especially when he goes on these trips, and leaves me all alone to decide everything." Shauna made a sympathetic noise, then got up and said, "I'll be right back, sugar. You just make yourself comfortable." Shauna Leaving Bruce waiting on the couch in the living room, I went into the kitchen. Bruce made me weak in the knees, standing there on the doorstep in his suit. He was looking fine as hell. Too bad it's casual Friday. But still though, he looked fine as hell. He had the most gorgeous green eyes, and I longed to run my nails through his short dark brown hair. I took off my rings and dropped them in the silverware drawer. Then I took a plastic container out of the fridge and popped it in the microwave. I hadn't been lying to Bruce -- I was just about to make lunch when he arrived. It was just so much nicer to have someone eat lunch with me, than to eat lunch all by my lonesome. It was especially nice to have Bruce with me. The house has been quiet all day, since I woke up very late this morning, alone, by myself. As usual, my dreams visited me in the night. And, as usual, I woke up during the freaking. But my dream still had that white man's face. My husband had the nerve to ask if I was awake, before he left earlier this morning. His puttering around woke me. "Unfortunately, yes." I didn't bother to sound chipper. I hate mornings. "I don't have a lot of time. I just wanted to let you know, I'm going straight to the airport from work." "Then you'd better be going." "I promise, Shauna, I'll make it all up to you when I get back." I suggested, "You could make it all up to me right now." I could hear the heat in my voice -- and the hope. Andre had no idea how wet I was under the sheets. "Not right now, Shauna. I have to go." "Then go." I rolled over on my side, fell back to sleep, and returned to my dreams. It seemed like I'd hardly closed my eyes, when I woke up, to bright sunshine coming through the window. I looked around me, to discover that Andre had gone -- and it was after ten! I changed out of my white slip, and into my favorite orange velour sweats. I had a definite air of sadness. It was as if I had said good bye to my marriage this morning, as well as to my husband. Then I'd sat and watched TV, until Bruce showed up. Shauna's Infidelity Now my tummy growled as I watched the microwave do its thing. "So, what's for lunch?" "Leftovers from last night. Hope you don't mind." "I'm sure that whatever you made is fine." Five minutes later I put two steaming plates on the coffee table. "Here you go." "Thank you." Bruce nearly attacked his plate. "I'm glad you had to come out all this way." "Thanks. I'm glad I did, too." "No, seriously," I said. "My husband didn't even say anything about sending one of his buddies to check on me." Bruce made a noise. "That doesn't sound like Andre." I said, "I wouldn't mind him being gone so much, if he took me with him. But he always leaves me here all by myself, in this big house." Bruce said, "If you were my wife, I wouldn't go anywhere without you." Oh, my god. I felt myself melting inside. It was simply unreal to me that this man wasn't already married, with two point three kids. We had been eating for several minutes when Bruce said, "I wish this crick in my neck would go away. It hurts." "Would you like me to fix that?" I offered. "If you don't mind," he replied. "Sure," I smiled. I made my voice sound like everything nice. "Why don't you take off that sweater, sugar?" It's not often when I'm caught off guard. His back and shoulders were smooth and muscular. So were his arms. I was suddenly hesitant. I just barely touched his back, with my fingers, and drew back slightly. His back was as smooth and firm as it looked. I started moving my hands over his back. Down, up, down, across, in little circles. "I can't thank you enough." "Nothing to it, sugar," I said lightly. "You sure have soft hands." I smiled. "Thank you." I gently massaged his shoulders next. "Wow. Your muscles are tight, sugar. My husband works you far too hard." "Man. A few more minutes of this and I won't be able to get up." I giggled. "That's the idea." Then he looked at his watch. "Damn." "What? What's the matter, sugar?" "I have to be going back to my office," he said. "You have to be going, already?" "Unfortunately, yes," Bruce said. He stood up, grabbed his sweater, and put it on. "Won't you have the rest of your lunch?" I gestured to his not quite empty plate on the coffee table. He looked at his watch again. "I don't even have time for that. I'm sorry, Shauna. I have to go." "Don't be sorry. I understand." I got his jacket from the foyer closet, then walked him to the front door. "I hope the rest of your day goes better." He smiled, putting his blazer back on. "It already has. Thanks to you." I blushed and beamed at him. "I'm glad I could be of service." Before he went out the door, he said, "I probably shouldn't ask you this." "Ask me what?" "Promise you won't slap me?" "I promise I won't slap you. Ask me, sugar." "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Bruce asked, speaking rapidly. Before I knew what I was doing, I hugged him. "Oh, I would love to have dinner with you, don't be silly!" I replied. "Oh! I even have an idea." "What's that?" Bruce asked me. "I have a meeting downtown later today. How about if I meet you at your office? That way you won't have to drive all the way out here and back again. I know that's a long drive." "You sure?" Bruce asked. "Quite sure," I nodded. "I can make them think I'm coming over to your office from my office for a meeting, but then you're leaving and I just leave with you." Bruce reached for his wallet. "I'd better give you this." "What is it?" "It's my card. Might be useful to know my office address." I giggled. "Yeah, that might be useful. When does your office close?" "Five thirty." "I'll arrive about ten minutes before that. You'd better be going, now." "Yeah. See you later. Thank you again for lunch." I smiled. "It was my pleasure." I closed the door behind him, then slid down the door with a long moan. Oh my god, I cannot believe what I'm about to do. But this has got to be better than how my husband is treating me. Certainly can't be any worse. First my husband refused to make love to me. I didn't buy his excuses one bit. When we first got married, I don't know how many times my husband went out of his way to make sure I was satisfied before he left for work. Sometimes he even had to call in late. And then this afternoon. Does Andre really think I'm so stupid that I won't notice the different lies he told to Bruce and I? It's the smallest lies that have the biggest consequences -- kind of like a snowflake that causes an avalanche. Last night, I went upstairs, to make love to my husband. I kicked off my heels, slipped off my dress, then slipped under the covers with my husband. I did everything I knew of to get him to notice I was there. I didn't get a response from him. A couple of hours or so after Bruce had left the house smiling, I turned off the TV, and went upstairs to take a bath. I only take a bath when I really want to take my time getting ready, to get myself put together just right for that special man in my life. I already considered Bruce a special man. I spent more than half an hour in the tub, letting the bubbles soften my skin. I shaved my arm pits, my legs, and my pussy. Finally I got out of the tub and reached for the bottle of baby oil. I had to stop myself from imagining Bruce rubbing baby oil on my back for me, because it made my pussy tingle. Then I wrapped a towel around me and went to the bathroom sink. I used my curling iron to style my hair in soft wide curls. I applied my makeup, in a traditional office look. First I buffed on natural powder foundation. I put on dark mascara and eyeliner, but no eye shadow. Finally I put on chocolate lipstick and a top coat of clear lip gloss. Now all I had to do, was pick out what on earth I was going to wear for meeting, and my date with Bruce -- and I had to do it soon, because the next commuter train was leaving in about forty minutes, and it takes a good 15 minutes to walk down to the train station. Feeling about as nervous as a teenager on her prom night, I went to the closet and considered the wardrobe possibilities. It actually wasn't as difficult as I was making it to be. I have, after all, been in an office before -- just not in a long while. My office things, many in leather, were towards the front of the closet, so I didn't have to look very far to find clothes I haven't worn in months. Then I found something I thought I had lost -- my portfolio case, with all my work still inside. Magazine clippings, photos and such, sat inside clear plastic pages. Over a brown lace bra, I slipped on a dark brown long sleeved shirt with a collar, and snapped the snaps closed. Then I slipped on a knee length black leather skirt, with no panties. I felt a thrill as I pulled it up past my booty, tucked my shirt inside the skirt, and then zipped it up. I found a matching black leather belt with a gold plated buckle, slipped it through the loops and buckled it. Finally, I found a pair of knee high black leather boots, and went to sit in the bay windows to put them on. These were my favorite pair of boots to wear -- they had a four inch high, slender, pointed, stiletto heel, began just below my knee, and had soft supple leather uppers. I put on the right boot first, zipped it up, and extended my leg to admire the effect. I loved the way the leather smoothly followed the curvature of my calf, continued down to my slender ankle, and onto my foot -- one long smooth curve. I quickly put on the left boot and zipped it up. I went to the mirror, looked at myself. Did a few poses. I felt so sexy. Clicking my way back across the room, I found my matching black leather drawstring purse, and dropped a few essential items inside. Now I was ready. Despite what a pain it was to walk down to the train station, I am so glad I did not try to drive down town. I could see for myself that the traffic was horrible. No wonder people get road rage. The train was nearly empty as I rode it downtown after my appointment. I sat there, legs neatly crossed, watching the houses slowly give way to apartment buildings, then to towering office buildings. It made me feel slightly nostalgic, even as I clicked my nails impatiently on the plastic arm rest, waiting for the train to stop already. I was relieved to see that I got off the train at the right stop. I climbed up the steps to street level, and saw Bruce's office building right away, literally a stone's throw from the train stop. I started walking, feeling ultra sexy as my boots went click-click-click, and my skirt went swish-swish-swish. I walked down the sidewalk, past the fountain in the square, across the street, and over to where Bruce's building was. I finally came through the glass doors after about a ten minute walk, my boots making a more solid click on the tile floor. Pretending to be a visitor, I looked for Bruce's office, then went for the elevators. I came out of the elevators on the right floor, exactly ten minutes before closing time. I came out, and walked down the hallway, towards mahogany double doors. As I crossed the doorway, a woman's voice stopped me. "Hi, can I help you?" The woman was easily ten years younger, and clearly Asian, wearing a dark blue blazer and skirt, and shiny black patent-leather stiletto pumps, her dark brown hair tied back in a bun. Instantly, I did not like her. Behave, I told myself. Act professional. I made myself smile at her. "Yes. My name is Shauna White. I'm here to see Bruce Cameron." "Do you have an appointment?" "I'm afraid I don't. I thought I would just come over with some samples of my work for Mr. Cameron to look at." Besides myself, that is. "May I ask what this is about?" "Yes, I'm his interior decorator." I showed her my case. "You can go back. But just to let you know, we're about to close for the weekend. You may want to make an appointment for next week." "Oh, I see. If I can't see him, I'll just make an appointment. Where's his office at?" "Just go all the way to the back." The girl pointed. "Thank you, sweetie." As I walked back, I passed people who were heading the other way, for the door. Men, and a few women, paused to look at me as they passed. I nodded and smiled -- and kept right on walking. Straight to the back. I passed rows of large cubicles, which were now empty, and finally arrived at a glass door. I opened it and stepped inside. On either side of the door as I came in were two beautiful black leather couches. There were two large desks, one on the left, and one on the right. A pretty black woman sat at the desk on my left. There was a pretty blonde woman sitting at the other desk. Both women were clearly getting ready to leave the office for the weekend. "Excuse me." I put my purse and case on the couch. "Hi." The blonde girl smiled at me. She stood up, and came around to me. "Hi. Is this Bruce Cameron's office?" "It sure is. I'm his secretary, Heather." "Hi, Heather. I'm Shauna White." Heather stepped into my arms for a quick hug and a brief kiss. "It's so nice to meet you. That's a pretty outfit." I smiled at her. "Thank you, sugar." "Can I help you with anything?" "You sure can." I showed her my case. "I'm his interior decorator. I was wondering if I might be able to see him?" "I'm not sure if he's going to see anyone right now. We're just about to close for the weekend." "Oh, I see. Can I just pop in to say hi?" "Let me just peek in his office and ask first. If he says no, I'll be happy to make an appointment for you. Okay?" "Okay." But I'm sure he'll say yes. She opened the door and stuck her head in. "Excuse me, Bruce? There's a Shauna White here to see you." I heard him say, "Yeah, let her in." Heather smiled as she held the door open further for me. "Come on in." "Thank you." I quickly picked up my things and walked over. "Bruce, will you be needing me for anything else?" "No, Heather. Thank you. Have a nice weekend." "Thank you, you too." She turned to me. "It was nice meeting you." "It was nice to meet you, too." I took two steps inside. She closed the door behind me. The room quieted. I dropped my case and purse in a chair. Bruce rose from his desk and came around in front, smiling. "Hi." He extended his arms to me. I slipped my arms around his waist and gave him a hug. "Hi, sugar." "Did you have any trouble finding my office?" I smiled at his concern and shook my head. "No, no problems at all. Did you know the train stops two blocks away from your office building?" "Good. And no, I didn't know. Might start taking the train." "How do you like my outfit?" I turned completely around for him. Then I placed my hands on my waist and struck a pose. "I like it. You look very pretty." "Thank you, sugar." I smiled at him, blushing. "You must like to wear leather." I felt my blush deepen. "That's very perceptive of you." "Not really." "Yes, it was. Most men are too busy drooling over my booty to notice my fashion choices. So thank you." "No problem." "What about my boots? Do you like my boots?" I did one more quick turn, and faced him again. Bruce was looking at my boots, practically staring. "Yes, I love your boots." "Good. I wanted to wear an outfit you liked." "I like it a lot." "And, to answer your question, I love to dress in leather." "And here I thought you were wearing it for me." "I am." Bruce coughed. "Is that your portfolio?" "Yes." "Well, here, let's sit on the couch and take a look. We'll be much more comfortable that way." I smiled at him. "That would be nice." Bruce's office was huge. As I came in, his desk was on my left. Directly behind that was a leather office chair. Built into the wall was a huge book case, stuffed with books, and a small closet. Further along was a small bathroom. Finally, at the other end of the room, was a black leather couch with a smoked glass oval shaped coffee table. There was quite a view of the city through the windows on my left. My high heeled boots clicked on the tile floor as I crossed the room to the couch. I sat and crossed my legs casually, then placed my purse on the couch next to me. As I unzipped my portfolio case, I said, "I thought it might be a good idea to bring you some of my previous work to look at. Give us something to talk about." I opened my portfolio case and placed it on the table for him. Bruce nodded. "Very good idea. Here, let's take a look." He started flipping through the plastic pages. "Wow, this is impressive." I blushed. "Thank you." Finally he stopped on a page. It was a bedroom photo, featuring a hardwood platform bed. "I like this. I have a bed just like it." I nodded. "That's one of my favorites, too." Suddenly I saw his face change. "That's why you look so familiar." "What do you mean?" "I saw a story on the news about you. About how you designed the interior for this rich guy's mansion, how it was your big break." "Yes, I remember. Stephen Hawkins. He begged me to do his mansion in the hills. Ironically, that was right before Andre asked me to quit." "That's a real pity. But I liked that wooden platform bed so much, I went and bought one that weekend." "Wow. What else do you like?" I showed him more pages. "What about the living room, for example?" But before Bruce could answer, a knock at the door made him look up. The girl from the front desk stood there. "Bruce?" Bruce said, "Yes, Cassie?" "I'm leaving for the night. Is there anything I might bring for you both to drink?" "No, thank you, Cassie. We'll be fine. Have a nice weekend." "Would you like to make an appointment for her to come back next week?" "No, thank you." He looked at me and said, "Perhaps you'd like to discuss this further over dinner, if you don't have any plans?" "I would like that." "Good night then, Bruce." "Have a nice weekend." The girl nodded briefly at me as she closed the door. After the door had safely closed, I said, "I'm wondering if this is a good idea." "You mean us having dinner?" Bruce collected his jacket and a black canvas knapsack, and a little baggie. "Yes. That girl was trying her best to hide it." "Hide what?" "Maybe you haven't noticed that green tinge to her skin? The color of jealousy?" "What are you talking about? That girl is just a co-worker, no matter what else she might be thinking." "She was still acting jealous." "Well, I don't see anything to be jealous about. I'm having dinner with my interior decorator to discuss decorating my house." "Then lead the way, sugar." Bruce held the door open for me, and we left his office. Heather was standing, and grabbing her purse. "Have a nice weekend, Bruce." "Thank you, Heather. Both of you ladies." "Thank you, baby." "What's up with Cassie?" Heather suddenly said. The black secretary spoke up. "Probably that little green monster named envy. Bruce, your friend here is dressed better than she is." I smiled at her. "Why, thank you, sugar. I don't think we were introduced." "I'm Tiffany." My god, she was beautiful, with glowing dark chocolate skin, jet black straight hair, and the most beautiful brown eyes. And her clothes -- a sleek black skirt, black sweater, and black stiletto heels -- were not only stylish and professional, but sexy. "Well, Tiffany, let me just say, you don't look too bad yourself." Tiffany smiled at me. "Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment, baby." "It was meant as one." Tiffany extended her arms to me. "Come here, baby girl." We shared a friendly hug and a kiss. Tiffany looked at Bruce and said, "So, I'm guessing you two are continuing your talk over dinner?" "Yes, we are. Shauna has agreed to have dinner with me." "Well, I hope you two have a nice dinner. Business or pleasure?" I shrugged and blushed. "Hopefully some of both." Tiffany turned to Bruce and gave him a hug and kiss. "I hope you have a nice weekend, Bruce." "Thank you, Tiffany. Hopefully, without further ado, we can all get out of here." We all walked out of the office in silence, then got into the elevator together. At the ground floor, the four of us walked off the elevator. The two secretaries finally left us. I turned to Bruce. "You know, I like those girls." Bruce smiled. "I rather thought you might get along nicely. But now let's go have dinner. I'm eager to continue our conversation." I leaned in close. "So am I, sugar." We were comfortably seated at a table in the restaurant across the street, eating dinner. "So, where were we?" I giggled. "I believe I was asking you about your living room." "Ah, yes. Let me see what else you have in there." "Okay." I unzipped my portfolio again and showed him the pages. "Whoa, stop." I had flipped to a page featuring a large comfy sectional with an ottoman at one end, upholstered in a green material. "You like sectionals?" "Yeah. They're good for falling asleep watching TV." I laughed. "That they are. Don't tell me you bought this one, too." Bruce chuckled. "We have the same taste in furniture." "Yes. Very similar tastes." Bruce said, "You know, I have to say I'm very impressed." "With what?" "Your presentation. You came prepared." "Just doing my job." I fluttered my eyelashes at him. Then I looked at my watch. "It's getting a little late. I suppose we should be getting home." Bruce looked at his watch. "Yeah, it is. Didn't realize. I've got to go to the little boy's room, then we can go." "Okay. Matter of fact, I need to use the restroom, too. Can I just wait for you at the valet?" "I'll meet you there." Bruce went to the men's room. I went into the ladies' room. I quickly went into the nearest stall, and searched in my purse for the birth control sponges. I put one booted foot up on the toilet seat, hiked up my skirt, and slipped the thing inside my pussy. Shauna's Infidelity I looked at the box, then my watch. By the time we got home, it should be working. I had already made up my mind, that I was going to give him some of this pussy. I would have made love to him this afternoon, except he had to go. But this is better. Now we have all night. And maybe the whole weekend. I left the stall, and went to the sink. I washed my hands, and put on lipstick. Then I left to meet Bruce at the valet. Bruce I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt a little bit like Doctor Jekyll, right before he took the potion that turned him into Mister Hyde. I did my thing at the urinal. Now I stood at the sink, washing my hands. Then I reached into my jacket pocket and took the strip of pills out. I couldn't help but think how embarrassing this was going to be, if she wasn't going to give me any. But it would be even more embarrassing, to my mind, to not be able to rise to the moment -- if you'll excuse the expression -- should that moment arrive. I went ahead and swallowed one. Then I left the bathroom and went over to the valet, where Shauna waited. "Ready to go?" I asked. "Or do you want to sit a little longer?" "No, I'm ready," Shauna said. "Let's go." "Okay," I nodded. As we waited for the valet guy to get my car, I said, "I was thinking, if you want, that we could stop at my house on the way home. That way, you can look at it, and then I could walk you the rest of the way home." Shauna smiled. "Yes. I would like that." The sun had long since set, as I pulled into the driveway of my house. I put on the parking brake, and turned off the ignition. "Home sweet home. Sure you want to see it?" "I want to see it." "Why don't you leave your stuff in the car? You can get it later." "Thank you, I will." I went up the walk to the door, hearing her boots clicking behind me. I unlocked the front door, flipped on the lights, and gestured her inside. "It's not much, but it's got a great view." Shauna laughed as she stepped inside. Her boots clicked solidly on the hardwood floors as she followed me around. "Nice." Directly on the left, coming in, was the kitchen, with brand new wooden counter tops, and stainless steel everything. It was a cozy little nook, installed against a corner of the wall. The stove and oven was on the island, as was a small bar to sit at. Everything was in easy reach. A door just past the refrigerator led to the garage. Over on the right was the living room, with my green sectional, matching green arm chair and ottoman, that faced floor to ceiling windows, which offered a panoramic view of the beach and the ocean. Way back to the right, was the short hallway which led to the master bedroom and bathroom. I showed her the master bedroom with the bathroom just a few steps away, the huge walk in closet, only half full. "What do you think?" "I like it. I could live here. No stairs." I laughed heartily. "I like that, too." "I see you've done some decorating already." "A little bit." "I see who's been inspiring you." I felt myself turning red. "This will sound stupid. But I've been wanting to meet you, too. Never thought that would happen, either." "Oh, sugar. I hope I've fulfilled your expectations?" I chuckled. "Yeah, you have." "I'm glad." "Come on." I turned even more red. "Let's get you home." A nice, slow, leisurely walk led us back to Shauna's house. As we walked up the steps to the front door, she said, "Well, Bruce, if you like, we can go shopping tomorrow, and finish decorating your house." "I'm sorry there's not more for you to do." "No, don't be sorry. There's quite enough for me to do. There's bathroom, the bedroom, the living room, and of course the kitchen." We both laughed. "Okay, I give." "Good. It would be an honor to decorate your house." I blushed. "Okay." Shauna got her keys out, and slid them into the lock. "Would you like to come in to my house for a few minutes?" "You're not too tired?" "Nope. What about you?" "Me neither. Although I should be getting home." "I don't want this night to end. Please come inside." "Okay." "Good." Shauna turned the key and opened the door. We walked inside, through the foyer and into the living room. The clicking of her heels on the floor was loud in the quiet house. Shauna casually tossed her keys, purse, and portfolio case on the coffee table. Then she turned to me and stepped very close. "Thanks for coming inside with me. I wanted a chance to thank you." "Don't thank me yet. I haven't really done anything." "No. You've done so much already, I can't begin to thank you." "No big deal." "Come here and give me a hug, sugar." "Okay." Shauna took two steps across to me and put her arms around my neck. It was a surprisingly tender, non sexual hug that we shared, just like when she hugged me during my lunch break. "Thank you for the wonderful evening, Bruce. Thank you for everything you've done for me." "I wish I knew what I've been doing." "You've done more for me in 24 hours than my husband has done in our whole five years of marriage. You've paid attention to me. Made me feel like a woman." She touched her face next to my face. "Thank you, sugar." "Glad I could be of service." Shauna giggled, then stepped away and went to the couch. "I do know one thing you can do for me, right now." "What's that?" "Help me take off these boots." She sat down on the ottoman, facing the couch. "I thought you liked wearing high heels." "I do. It's just been a while since I walked so much in them. So can you please help me take them off, sugar? Pretty please?" "Sure. Allow me." I sat down on the couch, across from her. Shauna extended her left leg towards me. "What?" Shauna laughed a little. "Nothing. It's just that you walk so gracefully in heels, that I'm sad to see them come off." Suddenly Shauna's arms were around my neck, her hair in my face. After a long time, she finally pulled back. "See, that is just what I've been talking about. You have this talent for saying all these wonderful things that make me feel so good." "I'm glad." Shauna kissed my cheek. "I'm serious. You do not know what a huge compliment you just gave me." "You'll have to tell me sometime." "Yes. After you take these off me." I chuckled. "Sure. Give me that leg." Shauna extended her leg out to me again. She held her leg perfectly steady as I held her leg by the calf, slowly unzipped the zipper, and finally gently slipped the boot off her leg. She extended her right leg and I did the same thing. Shauna wiggled her feet. "Thank you, Bruce." "No problem." "Can you do me another favor? You'll probably think it's gross." "I promise I won't think it's gross." "Would you mind massaging my feet, sugar?" She stood and then sat in the corner of the sectional. "I definitely don't think that's gross." Shauna smiled at me and made a gooey noise. "Just massage my feet, please." She lifted her legs and put them in my lap, and laid back. I looked at her feet. She had small delicate feet, the toenails clipped and filed, but fortunately not polished; the heels and soles were smooth and soft. I took her left foot in my hands, using my thumbs to slowly massage the arch of her foot. Then I slowly worked my way inwards toward the sole. I heard Shauna moan. I looked back, to see her rest her head against the couch cushion and close her eyes. "Am I doing okay?" "Oh, sugar, don't stop." "I've never done this before." "You're doing just fine. Keep that up." "Okay." I gently released her left foot, picked up her right foot, and started the same thing. Shauna softly exhaled. "How about if you tried that wonderful technique of yours on my shoulders?" "Sure." She sat up, moved over, and turned around, so her back was facing me. I began to gently knead her shoulders between my thumb and fingers. "Am I pressing too hard?" Shauna turned and smiled at me. "No, sugar, you're doing just fine." "Good." "Let me sit a little closer," she said. "Okay." "That way you don't have to reach." She scooted over to me, and sat in my lap, so her leather-clad, bubble-shaped booty was neatly parked in between my legs. "There. Better, sugar?" "Yeah. Much better." I reached up and started rubbing her back again. "You have such pretty skin. So soft." Shauna looked back at me and smiled. "Thank you, sugar. Why don't you help me take this shirt off, so you can really feel how soft it is?" It was then that I noticed, that Shauna's eyes were heavily hooded. Her full glossy lips were parted just a little, and softly puckered, as if for kissing. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Shauna nodded. Her words were soft and witty. "Take off my shirt, Bruce." She began slowly unsnapping the snaps of her shirt. Then she arched her back. I smoothly drew the fabric down, over her shoulders. Swallowing, I pulled the fabric down her arms. I tugged at the fabric tucked under her skirt. Then I pulled her shirt up, and tossed it on the glass coffee table. A nicely filled-out brown lace bra was revealed. In another smooth move, she turned around to face me, still sitting in my lap, and crossed her legs. Touching my face tenderly, sometimes with her fingers or with the tips of her nails, she started kissing me -- soft, light, bashful kisses. Shauna gently stopped kissing me. Then she got up on her knees, straddled me, and then settled down over me, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. "There. I think that's much better." "Much better." I put my hands on her breasts. They made a nice handful. She whispered, "Shut up and kiss me, sugar." As we kissed, I moved my hands around her side, and found her bra clasp. Fumbling somewhat, I undid it, and ran my hands up and down her smooth back. Pausing in between soft kisses, Shauna whispered, "I thought you were never going to do that." Using the tips of her nails, she pushed the straps of her bra down around her arms, then whipped off her bra and tossed it behind her. It landed in the exact center of the glass table. She turned back to me, smiling. "Now. Let's see what you do with these." She slipped one hand around the back of my head and drew me towards her breasts, which were rising and falling with her breathing. They were they exact same creamy color as the rest of her. The areolas were about the size of Kennedy silver dollars, the nipples like cute little dark brown buttons. I sucked on one of her breasts, then the other, with the soft part of my mouth, like an ice cream cone, causing her to smile and moan. I alternated between her left and right breast several times, sucking each breast for several minutes. "Do I pass?" I saw that both of her nipples were hard, and that her breasts were full and swollen. "With flying colors, sugar." Then suddenly she stood up and tugged on my hand. "Come on. Help me get this skirt off." I scooted forward, and Shauna put her hands on my shoulders, while I unbuckled her leather belt. With one smooth pull, I slid it out from the belt loops. I tossed it on the table, with her other stuff. I said, "Turn around." Shauna acquiesced, then bent over a little and stuck her booty out. For a few seconds, all I did was stare at her leather-clad booty. No visible panty lines. The leather was smooth. Her booty cheeks were each shaped like a bubble. I reached up and slowly caressed her waist, hips, booty and thighs through the leather. When she was breathing heavy, I undid the snap closure on her skirt. I slowly unzipped the zipper, revealing first the curve of her lower back. I began to tug the fabric down, revealing more of her lower back, then her perfectly shaped booty cheeks. She wasn't wearing panties! Just like I thought! I kept pulling her skirt down, past her perfectly proportioned thighs, past her knees, down her calves, and then to her feet. Finally she stepped out of it. With one neat toss, the skirt landed on the table, on top of her shirt. She turned around. I got to see that her body was as shapely from the front as it looked from behind. Her pussy was completely shaved. And was already visibly wet. All at once, I grabbed her waist and tugged her towards me, and she placed her hands on my shoulders. The pubic area was smooth -- her pussy was small and tight, the lips of her pussy pulled in against the line of her hips. I gently began to taste her pussy. I ran my tongue along the groove in between. Then I used the tip of my tongue to part the groove, and fluttered my tongue inside her. I felt her nails dig in my shoulders. She gasped. "Oh, sugar." "Am I good?" I grinned, pulling back somewhat. Shauna grinned wickedly. "Good enough that I need to lie down." I laid her gently down on the ottoman. Her round booty was almost hanging off one end, and her beautiful hair was hanging off the other end. Now that I had my hands free, it gave me the chance to really explore her pussy, and savor every nook and cranny of it. It had been a long time indeed since I had last eaten a woman's pussy. But I still knew what to do. Eating pussy was an art form, at least to me. And, like all great art, it could not be rushed. Shauna smiled up at me, and willingly spread her legs for me. I kissed along the inner part of her leg, starting at her ankle, slowly kissed my way along her calf, past her knee, and onto her inner thigh. Finally I made it back to her pussy. I lightly licked along the groove, gently sucked on her clit. As I went back down to her groove, I used the tip of my tongue to start working the folds of her pussy lips. Shauna got very quiet. Women do that when they're getting pleasure. Then she gasped, and arched her back off the ottoman. "Ooh! Ooh, yeah, that shit feels good!" I just kept on working her pussy lips. "How am I doing?" Shauna ran her nails through my hair. "Don't talk with your mouth full, sugar!" I grinned as I continued. I could tell I was definitely making progress, because her pussy just got wetter by the minute. The lips were starting to become puffy. Then I paused in my licking, using my fingers to gently stroke her pussy. Then I spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers and stuck my tongue inside. Shauna arched off the ottoman, gasping heavily. "Oh, sugar!" I could feel her body tensing up. I still didn't rush it. Shauna's voice began reaching octaves I didn't know she could reach. She began to squirm. "Oh," she squealed. "Oh god! ... I'm going to ... I'm going to ... Oooohhh!" Finally she sank back down, still breathing deeply, her hand placed reverently on her chest. "Oh my god." "I got the feeling you needed that." Shauna laughed a little, still panting. "You can sure say that again." "Glad I could be of service." Shauna said, "Why don't you take off your coat and stay a while, sugar?" I looked down and realized, while Shauna was naked, I was still fully dressed. I grinned, despite myself. "I suppose that would be the polite thing to do." Shauna laughed. "Here, let me help." "Okay." I helped her sit up. She quickly slipped off my jacket, then lifted my arms over my head and slipped off my sweater. Then she began running her hands all over my torso -- arms, shoulders, chest and tummy. She reached up to touch my face, and started kissing me again, longing and hunger in each kiss. With one hand placed on my face, her other hand strayed off my shoulder, down my bare chest and tummy, and finally cupped my cock and balls through my pants. Shauna smiled a lustful smile. "Oh, my." With one hand, she pushed on my chest so I was sitting on the couch again. It took her less than a minute to take off my shoes, my socks, then unbuckle my belt and pull my slacks down. Then, without hesitation, she slipped her nails under the waist band of my boxers, smoothly pulled them down, and carelessly tossed them behind her. Shauna suddenly gasped. "What?" "My god, that's what I call a cock!" "Glad you like it." "Do you know what I want to do with this cock?" "Whatever you want?" Shauna laughed. "Close enough. Actually, I want to do this." Shauna wasted no time. She spread my legs and moved in between, running her nails over my legs. She used the tips of her nails to scratch my crotch. It was my turn to gasp. The feel of her nails on my skin was incredibly sensual. She was driving me crazy. My cock obediently rose to full erection. Drugs rule! "Do you like that?" "Oh god, yes." "Why do you think I keep my nails so long?" "A sensual woman. I like that." "Do you know what else I want to do with this cock?" "What's that?" "This." Shauna eagerly but gently held my cock in her hand. First, she softly blew air on it, then she stroked it -- and finally went down on it. Jesus, this woman can suck a cock like nobody's business. At first her sucking was smooth and silent. But then it seemed as if her inner freak was coming out to play, and her sucking got noisy and messy. After several minutes, she drew back, making a noise of someone who had been very thirsty, and had just discovered an oasis. She kept stroking my cock, as she wiped her mouth. "Do you know what else I would love to do with this cock?" I was completely at her mercy. So I asked, "What's that?" "I want to fuck. I want you to fuck my pussy, Bruce." "I can handle that." Shauna laughed. Then she stood up, turned around, moved the ottoman so it was against the couch, and got on all fours, facing the couch. I could not believe this was happening. I expected to wake up from this dream, and be alone in my house, on my couch, right about ... now. But I didn't. Instead, Shauna said, "Wait a second, sugar." "What?" I was breathing heavily myself. Shauna reached for her purse on the glass table, and pulled out a condom. "We've got to practice safe sex." "Absolutely." Grinning wickedly, she unrolled it on my cock, then looked up at me. "Oh, my. Looks like a perfect fit." "I wonder how it fits inside your pussy." "Let's find out." She climbed back on the ottoman, got on all fours, and arched her back, presenting her wet pussy to me. I climbed on the ottoman behind her. I caressed her back and her waist. I felt her reach back and guide the head of my erect cock inside her wet butter scotch pussy. Then I gently pushed my hips forward. God, she was wet. It took little to no effort to get my whole 8 inches inside her. And the sight of my white cock parting her brown pussy lips was unbelievable. "Oh yeah, put it in there, sugar." I stayed like that for a minute, to let her get used to the feeling of my cock inside her, and to let me get used to her, too. An older woman, her pussy wasn't the tightest I'd ever fucked, but it was warm and oh so wet. When I began to move inside her, Shauna began making the funkiest growling and purring noises I had ever heard a woman make. With each inward stroke, I saw her dig her nails into the leather upholstery. "So, how ... am ... I ... doing?" "Don't stop! Oh ... my ... god! Don't ... stop!" "Am I better than any man you've ever had?" "Stop talking and keep fucking!" she gasped. She buried her face in the corner of the sectional, growling the words, "Harder! Fuck me harder!" I did as she asked -- I moved faster, so when my hips touched her booty, it made a smacking sound. Shauna squealed, "That shit feels so good!" Suddenly she inhaled so deeply it scared me, then let out an "Ooohhhh!" and collapsed on the couch. "Oh my god, sugar, thank you so much." She took my cock out of her pussy, turned around and kissed me a million times. "So, was I good?" "Good?" Shauna was still kissing me. "You are all that and nothing left!" Shauna's Infidelity "Guess I still got it." "What do you mean, still?" Shauna said, softly. "It's been a while since the last time I've been with a woman." "Well, sugar, I am so glad to be the one to break your drought." I grinned back. "Me too." Suddenly she grabbed my cock and started stroking it. "My god, you're still hard. Don't tell me you haven't come yet?" "Guess I haven't." I looked down. Nope, no white stuff in the condom. Suddenly Shauna laid down on her back, and pulled me down on top. "Let's see if we can fix that." "I'm game." Shauna laughed. Then I felt her hand on my cock, as she guided me back inside her still wet pussy. Then I felt her nails graze my butt as I pushed inside her again. She looked so sexy, her dark curls hanging over the edge of the ottoman, her back arching into me as I smoothly worked her pussy. With each down stroke, I felt her nails dig into my back. "Oh, god, Shauna." "Oh, sugar, are you going to come?" Shauna's voice sounded like caramel. "Come on, sugar, you can do it!" I buried my face in her hair as I let myself get lost in her world. I worked her pussy slowly and smoothly. "This is ... the best ... pussy ... I've ever ... had!" "Oh, I know, sugar, I know." Shauna dug her nails in my back with each stroke. "You won't be able to look at white women again." I chuckled. "You won't be able to look at your husband again." Shauna nodded. "Oh yes, sugar, yours is the best cock I have ever had!" "I want to make you come again." "I'm almost there, sugar," Shauna said through clenched teeth, at the bottom of my down stroke. I felt myself swelling inside her, becoming tighter. "I'm ... going to ... I'm ..." "Me too, sugar!" Shauna's face was contorted with pleasure. "Oh god." "That's it, there it is, come on, give it to me!" Suddenly it felt like there was a giant hand squeezing my cock and balls. It was a wonderful sense of release. I grunted loud. Shauna inhaled deeply, arched her back and squealed out, "Oohhhhh!" I continued to move my hips, feeling the waves of her orgasm as her pussy squeezed my cock. I winced as her nails dug hard in my back. Then she relaxed. Her hands unclenched from my back, flowed over my shoulders, and touched my face. "Oh, sugar. This was the best. Absolutely the best." She gently kissed me. "Been a while?" I asked her. Shauna nodded. "Yes. It's been a long while. Thank you." "I'm glad I was your man." Shauna laughed lightly. "I love you, sugar." She ran her nails through my hair, kissing me again. "I love you. This pussy is all yours." "Really?" "I don't want nobody to have this pussy but you, sugar. Nobody else. Not even my stupid husband." "What about the rest of you?" Shauna laughed. "You already have the rest of me." Shauna I woke up the next morning -- in bed. The sky outside the windows was a pre-dawn grey. For a few seconds, I let my brain catch up with me. I blushed as I recalled our intense lovemaking on the couch downstairs, felt my pussy get all hot and juicy at just the thought of what we did together. I touched myself under the blankets. I couldn't believe how safe I felt with Bruce, how comfortable I felt with him, as he took off my boots and massaged my feet. It felt so good to be taken care of, to be massaged and pampered, to be treated the way a woman should be treated. Then something happened inside me -- passion. That same passion that allowed me to let Bruce take off my top, unzip my skirt -- oops, oh my, I cheated on my husband. I just knew there was a reason why I agreed to buy that white leather living room set. Bruce and I made passionate and expressive love on the living room furniture. My voice must have carried through the whole house when this gorgeous white man brought me satisfaction. And not just with his cock, either -- this man brought some serious oral skills into the mix as well! He knew how to kiss. He knew how to suck a woman's breast. Most of all, he knew how to give a massage. He was, quite simply, the whole package. Somehow, Bruce managed to pick me up in his arms and take me up the steps last night. It felt so romantic to be carried upstairs to bed, with my arms around his strong shoulders, as I directed him to the bedroom. "Down the hall, last door on your right, sugar." "Okay." I giggled a little, as Bruce had to turn sideways, so he wouldn't bump my head or feet against the door way. But finally we made it inside, and over to the bed. We fell in bed, exhausted and sweaty. And I didn't give a damn that there was another man sleeping where my husband sleeps. I looked to my right. Bruce wasn't there. For a second, I wondered if what happened last night wasn't just a dream. I heard the toilet being flushed. The door opened ... and Bruce came out! I smiled at him as he quickly climbed back in bed. I snuggled up next to him, put my hand on his chest, and softly said, "Good morning, sugar." "Good morning." His voice was drowsy. "Can you believe what we did last night?" Bruce shook his head. "No, I can't. But I'm glad we did." "Me, too." "What time is it?" "Don't worry about that, sugar." Under the sheets, I took my hand off his chest, moved down his tummy, took his cock in my hand, and began to fondle it. "What say we concentrate on this, instead?" "Works for me." I kissed him, giggling, as I moved on top of him. I kissed his neck, his chest, his tummy, and finally arrived at that wonderfully satisfying white dick of his. But this time, I was more leisurely. I took the time to stroke his cock with the tips of my nails. Lick his shaft with the tip of my tongue. Swirl my tongue around the head. Finally, when he was hard, I began to suck him. Slowly and leisurely. Taking my time. Savoring every inch. Finally I took his cock out of my mouth, and stroked it. "I've said it before, but I'll say it again. This is the best cock I have ever had." Bruce looked down at me. "I'm glad I was able to satisfy you." I looked at him. "Oh, believe me, sugar, you have." I swirled my tongue around the swollen pink head. I dove down for two more quick sucks. I released his cock and said, "But I'm up for seconds, if you are. I know you like this pussy." "Sure. Belly up to the buffet." I laughed. "Think you can handle another helping of me?" Bruce chuckled. "As long as you remember that you promised to help finish decorating my house today." I laughed again, out loud. I got up on my knees and straddled Bruce. "No promises, sugar." I grinned wickedly. Bruce grinned back up at me. "I suppose there's tomorrow." I reached down to stroke his cock. "There is always tomorrow, sugar." Then I held up his erect cock, and sank down on it, while he thoughtfully held my waist. I gasped as all eight inches of him smoothly slipped inside me. "Oh my god, that feels so good." "Do you always get this wet?" "Only with you, sugar." With Bruce's hands on my waist, I began moving up and down on his cock. I held on to Bruce's arms for leverage as I began moving. Up ... and down ... and up ... and down ... and up ... and down! ... up! ... down! Once again my squeals and shouts echoed against the bedroom walls, as the bedsprings began to squeak in a wonderful cadence. The only world that existed right then, was Bruce's beautiful white cock inside my pussy, filling up my pussy, giving me so much pleasure, making me feel so good! "Oh, yes!" I laughed out loud, at the tops of my lungs. "That's it, there it is, come on, give it to me ... Ohhhh!" My eyes practically rolled up inside my head. Then there was a wonderful sense of euphoria. And I was so happy, that tears spilled out of my eyes. Then Bruce's hands were lowering me down onto his chest, rubbing my back, his arms holding me. "Are you okay?" I nodded, feeling his own still rapid pulse. "Oh my god. I love you, Bruce." We fell asleep that way. When I woke up again, it was to bright sunshine coming in the windows. I looked at the clock. It was nine thirty. I had slept at least another three hours! Except for me, the bed was empty. Then Bruce came out of the bathroom, wearing his work clothes. He sat on the bed, smiling. "Morning, Shauna." I smiled back. "Good morning, sugar." For it truly was. He leaned over and kissed me. "Before we go anywhere, I need to go back home to my house and change." I placed my hand on my growling tummy. "And I need to eat some breakfast." We both cracked up. Bruce asked me, "How did you want to do this?" "We have a mini van. I thought I would come and pick you up. And we'd have enough room for all the stuff you'll need." "That sounds good. Why don't you pick me up in an hour? That will give you time to feed the monster in your belly." I giggled. "Okay, sugar. Sounds good." I kissed him. "I love you, Bruce." "I love you, too." "Can you believe, that in the space of twelve hours, you have made me orgasm four separate times?" "I haven't been counting. But I'm glad I've been able to satisfy you to such a degree." "I'll see you in an hour." I smiled at him. "Will that be enough time for you to change clothes, do you think?" Bruce nodded. "Yeah, that should be long enough." Unwillingly, he made to get up from the bed, pulling away from me. "I suppose I should be going." "Let me see you to the door." I tossed the covers to one side and sat up. "That's not necessary." I silenced him with a touch. "I need to get up anyway. And it would be rude, not to make sure you're on your way." "Okay." I climbed out of bed and threw on a white terrycloth bathrobe, then escorted him down the stairs and over to the door. In the foyer, I almost changed my mind about letting him leave -- I couldn't stop kissing him. In the foyer, we made out like a pair of teenagers. Bruce gently pulled away from me. "I'll see you in an hour." "In an hour. I love you, sugar." "I love you, too." Blushing, I opened the door for him, and he quickly stepped outside. I quickly closed it behind him, and locked it. I left the foyer and went back to the living room. And there were my clothes, sitting on the glass coffee table, where I had carelessly thrown them -- a brown lace bra, sitting next to a black leather skirt, which was draped on top of a brown shirt. No panties, of course. My black leather boots rested against the ottoman. My purse and portfolio case sat on the coffee table, sitting next to my clothes, where I had neatly placed them last night. Oh my god, I cannot believe what I have done. Seeing the evidence of my infidelity, strewn about my living room furniture, kind of brought it home in a way nothing else could. I started gathering my things, to take them up to the master bedroom. As I hung up my clothes, and put away the other things, I suddenly realized that Bruce was so much more than just a fuck buddy, a friend with benefits. So much more than just a convenient affair. And I know he didn't see me as just a piece of ass. I am falling in love with Bruce. Just thinking about him makes everything better. I exchanged my fancy leather drawstring purse for a more casual crochet purse, and switched my stuff to it. Then I put on my favorite orange velour pants with a velour hooded top, stepped into a pair of flip-flops, and I headed back down stairs for a quick breakfast. I returned to the bathroom to put on a pair of gold hoop earrings, and a smooth glossy cover of chocolate lipstick. Then I found the keys to the minivan, and headed for the door.