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It's Saturday night and I'm watching my beautiful young wife making a few final adjustments to her appearance before we go to a party being hosted by her boss and his wife at their home.She's wearing yet another new dress, one of dozens that she's bought since starting her job as the personal assistant to the managing director of a property management company.Until recently, she wouldn't have looked twice at this type of dress but suddenly it's become one of her favourite styles. It's a long, black evening gown with a neckline scooped low enough to show off her beautiful, firm breasts. There?s no bra to restrict their natural bounce or to conceal the outline of her gold nipple rings. A daring slit going almost all the way to her right hip, allows for flashes of black hold-up stockings and creamy thigh flesh."How do I look, darling?""You look gorgeous, Tammy,? I say, shifting in my seat, ?you know you do.""Do you think they'll like me?"I smile, slipping a hand inside the gown and stroking the front of her surprisingly moist panties. "Tammy, they'll love you."She smiles and bends to kiss me, taking care that her breasts don't tumble out. "I love you,? she says softly and looks around at her reflection in the mirror,"I love you, too, baby. You know I do."?Hmm? if I dance with him, you?re not going to be jealous, are you?"?No, course not. I promise you that, darling."?Okay, good enough.? She gives me a Maltepe Escort brief smile, then switches subject. ?Can you see the outline of my panties in this dress?"When I nod, she grins. "They ride right up into my pussy.""They're the ones he bought, aren't they?"She looks even more beautiful when she blushes.?Yes. Do you want me to change them?""Has he seen you in them?Her face reddens even more. "I'll get a different pair."?No, no need. They're like you, darling, very, very sexy.""You do realise, don't you, that his wife doesn't know about me?"?Well, if she finds out, it won't be from me.""Do you really want me to tell you all about it?""You know I do."?But, you said you felt hurt when you found out about us.""I was hurt ? at first. But I was also turned on. Just the thought of you giving yourself to another man? well, it arouses me.""Is it because he's black?""I don't know.? I shrug. ?Maybe.?She looks at me as if considering my words, then she smiles as I hear the taxi draw up outside.?Later, darling,? she says. ?After the party, I'll tell you everything. That?s a promise."~~~~The preparations had begun two hours earlier when she asked me to shave her pubes. She only asked that when she was feeling particularly horny. She'd already put on stockings and high-heels before sitting in the armchair and spreading her legs for access.I was already hard when I knelt and Maltepe Escort Bayan admired her beautiful slit? the slit that I used to think was just for me. I wondered if she'd sat like that for him: thighs wide apart, offering herself to him, offering her cunt?Did she cling to him, sobbing with pleasure when he was fucking her?Who'd initiated the affair? Was it her, with her elfin-like face, her gorgeous firm ass, and her almost childish innocence? Had she cast aside that facade and let him see the real Tammy, the Tammy who talks dirty while impaled on my cock? The Tammy who orgasmed almost continually when the jeweller pierced her swollen nipples?Or was it him?Had he seduced her with his looks, his money, and his lifestyle? Or was she attracted because he's black and muscular?As I rinsed her, she?d hooked a foot behind my neck and drawn me so close that I inhaled the fragrance of her cunt. "Eat me, darling,? she?d said and my cock had jerked at the thought of her saying that to him. I?d got to work and she?d climaxed almost immediately, gasping, arching her back, and mashing herself against my lips.Juices had flowed into my mouth and she?d shook with the force of it. Had she been imagining that it was his mouth on her cunt?I was in no doubt that she wanted him. I just knew she did.~~~~I don't know why I'm surprised when we arrive at the party and I meet Donald's Escort Maltepe wife. But I am. She's small, black ? and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.Contrasting with her skin, her tiny white dress looks sensational. It fits where it touches. The low neckline presents the proud swellings of her firm breasts, topped by two jutting mounds that prove she doesn?t need support.?Hello, Tammy,? she says warmly and kisses my wife on both cheeks. "And this handsome gentleman must be your husband. I'm pleased to meet you, Gordon? please, call me Jewel.""A Jewel, indeed,? I said, nodding. ?An apt name for you, if I may say so."She smiles and rewards me with a kiss, too, before leading us to the spacious gardens where the party is already in swing.?Tammy! As gorgeous as ever." Her boss kisses her cheek and then shakes my hand, a little too firmly. ?Hello, Gordon, I'm glad you could make it."Had Tammy told him I might not be there? I briefly wonder if I've spoiled her plans ? their plans even.Before arriving, we?d agreed to mix independently, so it was no surprise to see her chatting quietly with Donald as they strolled around the garden."She's very beautiful, isn't she?"I turn and Jewel is smiling at me.?Yes, she is." I smile back, trying to decide what I'm seeing in her eyes. "And so are you, Jewel."?Why, thank you, kind sir." She giggles ? a light, girlish tinkle ? and it sends a shiver down my spine as I look at her lips, full, soft, and slightly pouting."Beautiful enough to dance with, would you say?"?Oh, very much so."She takes my arm and we walk up to the patio and join other couples dancing to the music from a six-piece band.I expect to hold her at arm's length, but she's having none of that.