After seven years of marriage Rick and I kept our sex life alive with our little fantasy game.
When we were making love Rick liked me telling him about how I had cheated on him with other men. He liked detailed accounts, what we had done and how many times they made me come.
I had gone through a list of men, real and imaginary. Over the years I had fucked every man we knew in his mind.
The more realistic I made the stories the more he liked it and rewarded me with multiple orgasms.
It was all fantasy of course until I met my new boss.
Mike was the "new broom" transferred in from Head Office to improve our numbers. Over the past few years our branch had been in a steady decline, gross sales down 27% from three years prior.
It was not a general tailspin in the industry; other insurance agencies were experiencing an upturn in the market. Mike Madison had a reputation of being a man who could change things.
Mike presented an impressive figure; over six foot tall the burly black man gave the sense he was accustom to getting things his own way.
I had been assigned his personal secretary the day he arrived.
Mike was very outspoken. The first day he told me I dressed to "frumpy" in my tailored pantsuits and unadventurous dresses.
"If I am going to be looking at you all day I would like you to wear something more daring." Mike said, "I will pick you up some things to wear that I would like."
I thought my new boss was bordering on sexual harassment but I did not want to start out on the wrong side of him. I pondered his remarks and carried on with my duties.
The following day Mike returned from lunch laden with shopping bags from various women's boutiques. He called me into his office,
"Close the door and try those on." He said nodding to the bags on his desk.
After shutting the door I looked in a pink plastic La Senza bag. It contained a skin tone push-up half bra, 36C, my size! There were no panties in the bag.
The next bag was marked "Suzy" and contained a black mini-skirt, not much wider than a belt. The remaining bag held a white see-though blouse with a row of buttons down the front.
"Aren't you going to try them on?" Mike asked.
Did he expect me to change here in font of him?
"Take them down to the washroom and see if they fit." He dismissed me.
Mike had a good eye for my size, everything fit perfectly. I put the clothes I had taken off in one of the bags and headed back to Mike's office.
Mike looked at me approvingly as I entered his office in the skimpy outfit he had bought me. I felt a bit self-conscious feeling the cool office air caressing my uncovered pussy.
"Bend over." Mike ordered.
His intentions were clear, with my butt facing him I bent over as if to pick something up off the floor. I knew everything would be visible to him.
"That's much better." He approved.
I had managed to keep my relationship with my new boss secret from Rick. I had merely mentioned to him that I had a new boss purposely not mentioning he was black, I knew the fact that he was a black man would fuel my husband's imagination and I wanted to wait to see how the situation between Mike and I developed before making Rick aware of the potential that I may be fucking a black man.
I hoped Rick would not be home when I got home from work so I would have a chance to change. As I entered the house I heard the TV on in the den.
"Is that you dear?" Rick's voice called.
"Yes." I answered trying to get upstairs before he came out.
"Nice outfit!" Rick said standing in the den doorway.
"Glad you like it." I answered.
"Come her, let's get a look." My husband said as he approached me.
Rick embraced me and his hand automatically went under the short skirt. "No panties?" he exclaimed.
I was busted, "No, I thought I would turn you on!"
"Well it worked, let's go upstairs."
Rick fucked my brains out. Lying across our bed with my new miniskirt up around my waist he pounded me until we had both come several times.
Thankfully he never questioned me any further about "my new look".
Much to Rick and Mike's delight I did my shopping with the new look in mind. I acquired a collection of miniskirts, mini-dresses and see-though blouses. The unwritten rule at work was I go "commando", never wearing panties.
"Michelle, will you come into my office please?" Mike's voice asked through the intercom.
I suspected he wanted me to take some dictation so I grabbed my steno pad and entered his office.
Mike was sitting behind his desk. "Sit down." He said.
I took a seat in the chair in font of his desk.
"I got you a gift." Mike said handing me a box.
I opened he box and saw a strange looking black plastic object. "What is it?" I asked.
"It's a butt plug." Mike grinned, "You put it in your bum."
I had heard about butt plugs but had never seen one.
"Try it!" Mike ordered.
I opened my legs knowing Mike could see my uncovered crotch. I took the smooth shiny object and carefully pressed it against my anus. I was surprised on how easily it slid into me.
