Veronica Secures Position for Sam

Veronica secures position for Sam

What a wife will do for her husband

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This story deals with interracial sex, Cuckolding, controlling, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. I am not a Ernest Hemingway. It is just another black stud and white wife story. They are free, so don't expect a literary masterpiece. All negative anonymous comments will be deleted.

My name is Veronica. Sam, my husband came home one day and announced that the VP for Marketing was going to open up and he and the two other division chiefs would be up for the position. I was pleased and gave him a big hug, kiss and wished him well.

The 3-B corporation, for which Sam works, was started by the current president's father and has grown to a multi-million dollar corporation. It is a family owned (Black owned) and at this time Sam was the lone white Division Chief with the other two being black.

Sam informed me that he was excited and wanted the job as it would give him some prestige but more important would provide some added income to help with our son's college education and perhaps let us have a little luxury. Sam expressed his concern that he expected the Black President to select a black for the Vice-President's position and that he did not have a chance.

"Oh sweetheart," I reassured him. "You are very good at your work and important to the company and I am sure your black boss (James Wilkinson) will recognize your qualities and he will be fair."

"I sure hope so. You will play an important role as well as the boss plans to interview and evaluate the wives as well. He believes that a man's overall value is reflected in his wife as well as the executive."

"And, just how does he plan to do that?" I responded.

"He will have us for an evening of dinner and entertainment of some kind and will make his

evaluations based on that, I am told, so be at your best please."

"Darling I am always at my best when I am with you," and I gave him a little kiss.

We soon received the invitation from the boss to meet him at a very exclusive restaurant for dinner. I put on my best dress up clothes and so did Sam. I was nervous but was determined to make a favorable impression on Sam's black boss.

The restaurant was fabulous and the wine divine. We must have visited, talked, eat and drank for three or more hours and James seemed to be very interested in me and was constantly addressing questions to me and touching my leg.

Anyway it was my night to do or die and I felt very relaxed from the wine and dinner and was very friendly and witty. Well at least I thought I was and James seemed to enjoy me very much as he laughed frequently at some of my witty little comments. We finally bid our farewells and left for our respective destinations.

Sam told me that I was "Smashing" and thought I had really made a hit with the boss. I said that I thought I did well also.

A few days later Sam left on a business trip for a few days and his boss called me and informed me that he had decided to do some more evaluations of the spouses without the knowledge of those being considered for the promotion and wanted to know if I was opposed to that and if not would I be available the next evening.

I assured James that I thought it was a grand idea and had no objections and that I was available for the next evening. James gave me the name of one of the finest hotels in town and asked me to meet him in the lobby there and we would have dinner in the hotel restaurant.

I arrived on time and was nervous and excited at my opportunity to further my husband's career. I knew what it meant to Sam as well as me to have the promotion and added money. I arrived at the hotel and we went to the dining room where we were led to our private room with a table set in silver, china and in the center of the table was a vase with two roses, one white and one black.

James asked if he could order drinks for us and I responded that he could. I sort of giggled and

suggested that he would know better what I might like. He ordered two Black Russians.

When the drinks came, James toasted with, "Tonight is a night for decision. Here is to the right ones." As we toasted our glasses, I wondered what he meant, however the night would surely reveal that they were well thought out.

I had never drunk a black Russian before but I was impressed with the flavor as well as its ability to make me feel relaxed. When I had finished my drink, I knew I was feeling very good and sensed that James knew it as well.

We ate and talked for some time. I looked at the roses again and remarked how beautiful they were how well they looked as they produced their contrast in black and white. James's eyes glistened and he looked at me and said, "There is always beauty in everything if one will just imagine how to bring it out."

He then asked if I would join him in some Champagne, to which I responded, "Of course, how could I not want to celebrate such a fine dinner?"

Although I did not know where the Champagne was, I soon found myself entering a hotel suite on the top floor. I noted the crystal chandeliers above the small table adorned in white rose petals and a bucket of ice holding a bottle of Champagne. James took the bottle out and held it for my inspection as I read "White Rose Champagne" on the bottle. I nodded my approval and wondered to myself it the name was significant or if it was just really great Champagne.

James opened the bottle and poured two waiting glasses. He offered a toast, "I hope tonight will be a memorable one for the both of us."

We stood drinking our wine looking into each other's eyes as if to say, "This evening is just getting started."

I had a good idea by now that my final test was to be his bedmate for tonight and the way I felt I was going to pass the test. I knew I had enough to drink that saying no was going to be difficult.

James said, "Champagne can only be enjoyed to its fullest if tasted from a woman's lips," and he moved toward me. I offered my Champagne soaked lips for him to sample. He moved closer and put his arms around me and kissed me deeply as I returned his passionate kiss. He whispered that my lips were much better than the finest Champagne.

I was now responding in a state of instant arousal as I felt his manhood standing erect touching my tummy. I knew that the black boss wanted to evaluate more than Sam's wife's table manners and social graces. He was going to evaluate my bed manners as well and I was going to show him that this division chief's wife was ready to do whatever it took to get her man the job.

I knew that none of the black division chief's wife's could out do me in the bedroom. I was well aware that black men like to sample the nectar from a white man's wife now and then. I felt certain that the Black boss was no exception.

We were now feeling of each other's bodies as two teens about to have sex in the back seat of their parent's car. I thought of the roses, the black one and the white one and now knew of their symbolism. I now realized the "White Rose" Champagne was chosen more for its name than its flavor. I kissed James deeply and pushed against his now big hard sex tool.

He was now palming both my butt cheeks in his hands and pulling me tight against him as he slowly moved his hips in a thrusting motion. He then opened my blouse and freed a white lobe and placed his black lips over my nipple and suckled my breast as I closed my eyes and imagined he was my black baby, nursing on white milk.

James then took my hand and led me into the bedroom containing a large bed with red satin sheets.

We both sat on the edge of the bed as he pushed me back and started removing my clothes and trailing kisses down to my now wet curly hairy muff. I was now totally naked as I moaned and wreathed with every touch and kiss and lick that James was now freely applying to my white body.

James moved beside me and I frantically removed his clothes to reveal the largest cock I had ever seen with well defined veins. I took the jet black cock in my hand and started moving my hand up and down as James moaned and trusted into my hand.

I then kissed the head and licked the pre-cum for the end. As I sucked on my husband's boss black cock, I felt his sperm filled balls in his black pouch.

James now pushed me down on the bed and moved above me as I opened my thighs to receive my new black lover. James pushed part way in as I begged him to hurry and fill me with his black cock.

He said, "Veronica, call me your 'Black Daddy'. Say it!"

"OH, My Black Daddy," I moaned.

"Tell me how much you want your Black Daddy."

"Oh! I need you, Black Daddy," I moaned. "Please give me all you have. You are driving me crazy."

James was driving me insane, I want it so badly. Sam always made me hot and horny but James was making me hotter than I had ever been. James moved his hands beneath my butt and pinched my white ass cheeks as he thrust deep and hard and held it with the head pushing hard against my cervix.

"James," I begged. "Give it to me. I need you black daddy. I want you! Fuck me like a black stud dog breeds a white dog bitch."

James was now breathing hard as he drove into me with deep thrusts pounding on the opening to my womb with every stroke as I wiggle my butt and moaned over and over, "Black Daddy, I'm yours! Take me!"

James was now pounding me hard and fast as his black balls slapped my bottom with every stroke. They were full of his sperm ready to spew into his white bitch.

I was now so wild with passion that I was clawing his back with my nails. I then felt his cock start to throb and it threw me into a rage of passion with my own orgasm coming in waves of shakes and shudders, as he thrust deep and held his clock in my cervix as it emptied his black balls into my waiting white womb.

I laid there and my body gave one final shudder as James planted his seed deep inside me. I moved my hands over his sweaty black body as he lay there relaxing and letting his balls drain their every drop into his white rose.

As his erection shrank he moved to my side and we laid there in each other's arms for a long time. James broke the silence and said, "I am impressed with Sam's wife. I am sure she will be able to contribute to her husband's success."

I now knew that Sam had the job and I had done my wifely duties. Sam would get his job but he would be sharing his wife with his boss, the "Black Daddy."

When the time came for the announcement, Sam came home and said, "Well, guess who got the VP job?"

"I can't imagine, Sam. Who?"

Sam then grabbed and hugged me and said, "I DID!"

I hugged Sam and kissed him and said, "Congratulations! I think your boss is a smart man and knows how to get what he wants, uhhh... well I mean... he knows how to get the best man for the job."

I knew that I had traded my body to get what Sam wanted. James had used the promotion to get what he wanted, which was me, and I had gotten a nice unexpected bonus out of the whole situation. I knew that it was up to me now to keep Sam's job secure and I knew that it would be a real pleasure.

Sam said, "Oh I almost forgot something the boss gave me to celebrate with tonight," and went to the car and returned with a bottle of Champagne. I took the bottle to the kitchen to place it in a bucket of ice and as I read the label, "White Rose,"

I slide my had down my jeans and into my panties and cupped my hand over my hairy mound as I thought of James and knew that he wanted me to know that he was thinking of me. I was thinking "James, Black Daddy, this white muff is yours any time you want it."

That night Sam wanted to make love and so did I but my thoughts was of my Black Daddy as Sam's white balls slapped my bottom.

Yes my dear husband, you are getting what you want, but your wife is earning the bonuses three to four times a wife.