Being newly weds and short of money, my hubby encouraged me to take a job at a local department store to help with the living expenses. We had been married about 6 months at this time and it was the Christmas season. One Saturday the store had their Christmas party after closing. There was food and plenty of spiked punch. Everyone was having a good time it seemed and it appeared that I had gotten the attention of my supervisor Zak. He was a middle-aged very handsome black man who seemed to be more attentive this evening than usual. I had carefully chosen my dress for the day to look like Christmas and to present a nice neat look. I wore black lacy undies (as if anyone would see them, but it made me feel good) and a red knit dress that clung to my 5'-9" nicely shaped body. I knew that Zak appreciated it as I could see it in his eyes as they would move up and down my body and stop at my 34-c white lobes. I could almost read his mind I thought. Periodically he would move near me and whisper things like, "You look very striking today, Molly," or "That is a nice dress you have. I really love red." I don't know if it was the drink or the attention that was getting to me, but I went to the ladies room and wiped the sweat off my forehead, took a deep breath and watched in the mirror as my breast rose and fell. I pushed on them, as they felt full and swollen, as if I were lactating which I knew was not the case. I realized that Zak's attention was sending them a subtle message. I noticed that my black lacy bra was peeking out along the neckline of my dress. I decided to let it show and give Zak something to look at. Returning to the party, Zak moved near me again and I could see his eyes were glued to my breast as we chatted some more. I knew that I was drinking too much as my head was dizzy and I was getting giggly. I took the opportunity to look up and down Zak and wondered what that black body of his looked like in the nude and I giggled with my evil thoughts. Zak asked me what I was thinking about and I told him that it was a little personal moment that I best keep to myself. As the evening wore on, people left the party and as I looked around, there was Mary, a white divorcee and two black guys from the storeroom sitting on the couch chatting. The music was still playing, and Zak asked me if I would do him a favor and dance with him. "Of course," I said and we went into each other's arms. "After all you are the boss and hold my future in your hands," as I giggled. He gave me a squeeze as we moved slowly to the music. "I was thinking of holding something of yours in my hands but..." he never finished. My thoughts of Zak and his black body were causing me to breath deeply and I was perspiring heavily. I was now feeling a bit vulnerable and knew that I was having thoughts that I should not have. I was thinking of what I had heard about black men and how they liked white pussy and how they especially liked the married ones. I could feel Zak's now hard rod gently brushing against my tummy as we danced. Zak's hands were now on my butt gently pulling me closer and closer and I offered no resistance as if he had cast a spell over me. Zak was whispering, "Oh baby, Oh baby, you feel so good". "But Zak," I protested. "I am married and me and my husband are both southern county people and we... welllll, uhhhh." Zak interrupted and said, "Go ahead and say it. Where you came from, white women don't take to the black guys. I know. I was raised in Alabama." "Oh Zak, I am not that way, I have always wanted to know, well you know, I was a virgin when I married and..." "Oh baby I understand. You would like to try it but you think your husband would not approve," as he chuckled. "I don't think we will tell him, do you," as he chuckled. I was thinking about how wise Zak was and how naïve I was, I was thinking of what my mom always said, "Those black guys want white women so watch out. All they want is some pussy and they are gone." Well I though, so what. Women want cock too. My husband was not a virgin and I was when we married. It is only fair that I have a fling. I knew that this black stud was closer to getting into the panties of my husband's white wife. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes as I visualized us moving in unison gently felling and touching, as the fires grew ever more intense. I knew that I was getting very wet and ready for Zak to take me from my red neck husband for this night. I suddenly looked to see who was watching, but my fears were ungrounded as I spotted Mary and her two black friends sitting on a couch making out, her dress was up around her waist and one guy had pulled her panties aside and was sampling her juices and the other was nursing like a baby on her white boobs. I could tell they were not interested in what we were doing. I knew that I wanted to do more than just dance with Zak and there was little doubt that he wanted to get some from a white man's wife. Zak took me by the hand and led me to his back office and we sat on the couch I knew that it would soon be our love nest. I was really nervous and horny now as I freed one white lobe and offered the hard nipple for Zak to suckle and nibble. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander into space as I fantasized that Zak was relieving my swollen lactating breast. I then freed the other breast from my bra to relieve the pressure. Zak's hand were now feeling up under my red dress and fingering my swollen wet lips. I moved my hand down and felt his chocolate rod through his pants. I wanted to feel the veined flesh as I frantically unzipped and unbuckled his belt. I could now feel his rod peeking out of his boxer shorts. We both stood and finished removing each other clothes. I kissed his chest noting the black kinky hair as I moved lower to see for the first time his black swollen cock peeking out from his black kinky hair. I gasped as I saw the beauty knowing it was going to be mine. Our clothes laid strewn over the floor as he pushed me to the couch and knelt before me and moved to my puffy clit to suckle and lick me all over. My lips were swollen as well. My curly black hair was matted and wet as he sniffed and licked driving his tongue deep inside me with a thrusting motion driving me crazy. I could wait no longer, as I had to see and feel his black cock. As I pushed him up, I went down to worship Zak's rigid pole standing there for me to have and to hold. I reached out and felt the veins, the head, and then licked the clear liquid from the end as it seeped out from the slit. I knew that this was one damn nice stud and my white ass was going to make him mine. Yesterday I was just a sales girl and tonight I am going to bust the bosses black balls. I played with his balls as they hang there in his manly sack begging me to open my legs and let them do their duty. I knew that they were full of his black seed and they would soon be planted in my husband's womb. I fell back on the couch and blurted out, "Damn you! I'm your bitch! Take me you fucking black stud." With that Zak moved above me and I grabbed his black rod and guided it into my white pussy as he shoved it until it hit my cervix, then he started thrusting as I moved my hips around locking my legs around his waist so he would not get away (as if he wanted to). I wanted him to know he was mine! I had my hands on his back digging my fingernails into his skin as his hands held my butt close pounding me hard and fast. I wanted my black stud to see what a young white wife could do to him. We were both now sweating as our sweat mixed together as our bodies fought to take all we could from each other. I could feel his black balls knocking on my back door wanting to leave their load. I could feel the tension building in Zak and knew he was about to empty those balls into my womb. As I pulled him closer, I felt his throbbing cock empting his balls deep inside me. I was now shaking and jerking with my own orgasm as Zak let out muffled groans as his balls gave up their last drops of black seed. He gave one final thrust and held it deep inside me. He then relaxed and laid on his white bitch as we gently kissed and savored the moment. Zak said, "Thanks you Molly for accepting me as I am, just someone who admires a very sexy woman." I thought for a moment and replied, "Zak, I consider it an honor to be your white bitch. I knew I could bust those black balls of yours. Bet no black woman has ever given you a fucking like this." and giggled. I went home and went to bed and thought of what I had done. I justified it by telling myself that being that my husband was not a virgin when we married, that I was due a bit of fun. I felt between my legs and realized that some of Zak's black seed was oozing out on the sheets. I giggled as I thought of my husband coming home from his night shift and wanting to have sex. Yes I would like that as I felt the tingle coming back. True to form, my husband came in and started playing around. I opened my legs as he kissed me from my breast down to my puffy lips. He licked and sniffed and licked and sniffed some more. He finally moved up to take me and whispered in my ear, "You sure smell like sex tonight, Wow it makes me so hot. You smell like a bitch dog in heat and I love it. You were very juicy and tasty tonight as well." I chuckled to myself and said, "Oh, honey I have been horny most of the night. Glad you like it." I knew that my hubby was turned on by my black cum filled womanhood and thought how nice it would be to give him an extra thrill every now and then, "Hummm Zak, you don't really know how you have affected the sex life of these two southerners. I wonder what my hubby would think if he knew he was turned on by the smell of a black stud having sex with his wife?" Just then my hubby exploded with his own seed mixing with those of my black stud. Needless to say I was exhausted and went to sleep knowing that I had entered a new phase in my sex life.