The Banker's Wife
Denny had worked hard and very long hours to make his company successful but even he was surprised at the amazing profits he was taking. He had been, strategically, over the past five years expanding his network into other parts of the world and in order to consolidate his European operations decided it was time to set up a European head office in Paris France. He took a flight and within a couple of days purchased an office building suitable to his needs, arranged for furnishings and equipment, then met a banker introduced to him by his own banker state side. Claude was a typical Frenchman who was an aggressive banker but very sociable. It took two days for Denny to get all of the arrangements complete and, at the end of their transactions, Claude invited Denny to his home the following evening to have dinner with himself and his wife which, after a week of restaurant food and not much social company, Denny gladly accepted.
Denny arrived at the suburban Paris home in an upscale area at the prescribed hour. He waited for a response after ringing the door bell and soon it opened to reveal one of the most beautiful black women he had ever seen. She appeared to be in her late 20's and apart from a stunning face that was as smooth as ebony wood, she had what could only be described as a perfect body. Her tits looked firm and round and her ass, unlike many black women he had known in America, was tight and perfectly shaped and Denny wondered if her pussy was equally tight causing him to get a woody beneath his suit pants. "Bonjour," she said in a soft voice. "I am Michelle and I am Claude's wife." Her accent was decidedly French and thick and Denny was not certain whether he hid his disappointment at learning she was his banker's wife. He actually hoped that she might be a single housekeeper that he could arrange to fuck later on his trip. He did have to admire Claude's taste in women though.
Denny sat with his host and hostess at the dinner table, the conversation running a wide arena of topics and it was all Denny could do to concentrate on the chatter. He sat directly opposite Michelle at the small informal table and could not help but to stare at her. He was glad the table was solid wood though since it hid his almost constant erection. Halfway through dinner Denny felt a foot touching his leg and passed it off as a simple accident. The foot did not move however, and he felt it make a soft and delicate journey up his calf to his knee. Michelle did not show any movement as she guided her foot between his thighs and began to tickle his now very hard cock. He could not hide the flush in his face as Michelle smiled at him asking in her thick accent, "Are you not enjoying your dinner with us?" Claude looked upon his guest with an odd glance when Denny reassured this beautiful black French woman that he felt a little warm but otherwise he was perfect. Just as Claude was about to speak, the phone rang and he excused himself from the table, rose and answered the telephone. Denny could hear him in the near distance speaking with a high level of disdain and anxiety. He returned to the table and informed his wife that he had to meet with a financially bankrupt client and would be gone for about three hours. Apologizing profusely to Denny for this social blunder, Denny assured him that he had no problem with a business emergency and asked if he could stay and finish his meal prior to ordering a taxi. Both Claude and Michelle insisted that he stay.
As he left, Denny helped Michelle clean up after dinner and do the dishes. He decided that since she was stroking his cock at dinner he should reciprocate and moved up behind her and gently put his hands on her hips, kissed the back of her neck and proceeded to stroke her firm tight belly and moved up to cup her voluptuous round tits. Michelle moaned softly at Denny's soft touch and leaned back against her guest's chest for more. Turning her towards him Denny kissed her deeply as his hands groped her body. His fingers probed her pussy that was wet with anticipation through the thin material of her skirt.
This beautiful black woman that was wrapped in his arms began to rub Denny's hard dick through his pants. Her deft fingers searched and explored the contours of his cock and balls as Denny began to unfasten the buttons of her thin white top that was in stark contrast to the smooth flesh of this beautiful black woman. The soft glow of her ebony mounds cradled in a white lace bra made Denny even harder in anticipation. Suddenly, Michelle stopped and her guest thought perhaps she had changed her mind about fucking him even though neither had spoken a word since her husband left the house. Denny looked deeply into her dark eyes as Michelle removed her top and her bra to expose her firm black tits then continued to slide her skirt down to the floor. Her dark figure was incredible and perfect and Denny held his breath in anticipation as she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her white lace thong and slide it down her legs. When Michelle stood up, Denny's eyes almost popped from their sockets when he saw that this luscious black woman had no hair on her pussy. Looking closely, he realized that she did not shave but rather had a full bikini wax and it was as if he was gazing upon smooth black velvet when in fact he was drooling over the finest black pussy in the world. Denny lifted this black beauty on to the kitchen counter top and began to kiss her and run his fingers over her smooth black flesh. "Take your clothes off," Michelle pleaded in her thick French accent. In seconds, Denny stood naked before her his cock standing erect and hard before him. Michelle gasped saying, "I only thought black men had such big cock! I am going to love making love with you," she proclaimed. With that, Denny bent over and began to kiss the velvet flesh that was her black pussy. As his lips and tongue delivered their caresses to her, Michelle's legs began to open slowly in anticipation of having her black pussy licked. With her legs spread wide apart, Michelle reached between her legs and spread her chocolate lips to expose her bright pink twat. "I love chocolate cherry," Denny said, his voice harsh and thick with anticipation of fucking this beauty.
--CONTINUED--
Authored by: D.C.S. O'Malley - ISBN 0-9732798-0-X
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