WIFE CHEATS WITH HER FIRST BBC AT A BUSINESS CONFERENCE

It was the summer of 2018. I had been married to Dan… my high school sweetheart… for about twelve years, and we lived comfortably in the small town of Tomball, just north and bit west of Houston.

I had a great job as an on-site technical consultant with a mid-sized project management firm based in downtown Houston. As it turned out, I rarely saw our main offices, since I was routinely placed with corporate clients in north or west Houston… where several of our client companies had their headquarters or satellite offices.

I’d been working as a Sr. technical consultant for seven years, and I had just rolled off a short-term software coding project in the north Houston suburb of Shenandoah, when my company assigned me to a fairly large task force that would be implementing a commodity trading system at Anadarko’s main campus in the Woodlands.

To kick things off, the client company scheduled a three-day, team-building session at a fancy conference center in Conroe… about 20 miles further north from the Woodlands… so about 50 miles north of downtown Houston.

I was getting excited about my new project, and looking forward to meeting the others on the implementation team, as I packed my overnight bag for a few days away from home… gave Dan a kiss goodbye… and drove up to Conroe for our kick-off summit.

The early sessions were kind of boring, but I enjoyed getting to know the other consultants who I’d be working with on the project. This was a pretty big, system-wide change-over for Anadarko…. the managers at the conference indicated we should expect the project to last about 12 months, and there would be nearly eighty employees and consultants on the implementation, coding and testing teams.

At the end of the day we were provided a nice meal at the conference center, then everyone retired to their rooms to get some rest and prepare for the second day of team-building activities.

The second day was pretty much like the first one… but after dinner that evening, a group of us decided to go out to a local club to drink, dance, and get to know each other a bit better.

In the group that went dancing, there was a big, good-looking black guy… named Shane… who had caught my eye on the first day of our conference. There was just something about him that seemed to draw my attention… I don’t know why, but I couldn’t keep from checking him out whenever we were in the same room together.

He was taller than my husband… so, maybe 6’1”, or so… with broad shoulders, a nice build… and a sexy smile that he flashed at me several times during those first two days.

Wow. That smile was working.

I’m fairly attractive… with long brown hair, blue eyes, and a nice, curvy shape… including large, E-cup breasts that are hard to miss… so, I wasn’t all that surprised that he noticed me… but that smile of his kept beaming in my direction, and I found myself a bit mesmerized every time our eyes met.

To go to the club that night, I dressed in a short, flare-bottom skirt… which barely covered my ass… along with a low-cut halter top… and no bra… so my boobs were completely unfettered, and on full display… jiggling and wobbling around when I walked or danced… my firm nipples poking obvious bumps in the thin material of my blouse.

I liked this look on me, and… I have to admit… it felt good to be letting loose a little with other members of the team I’d be working with for the next year.

As the group drank and danced at the club, I found myself spending more and more time with Shane… dancing when we heard a song we liked, and chit-chatting at our table in between dances.

It was hard to talk with the loud music to contend with, so we had to lean in close for us to hear what the other one was saying. I noticed that Shane couldn’t keep from looking down my blouse every time I leaned toward him… which I actually enjoyed… so I kept leaning… giving him plenty of long looks at my exposed cleavage… and even pressing my boobs into his arm whenever I spoke into his ear.

I found out that Shane actually lived up near Austin, and was only in the Houston area because he was assigned to this project. He was staying at a temporary corporate apartment in the Woodlands… just a few blocks from the Anadarko campus… so he would be local for the duration of the project, until he was re-assigned somewhere else when it was over.

Toward the end of the night our group had dispersed. Everyone… except for Shane and me… had left for their hotel rooms so they could get some sleep before we started up again the next morning for the last day of our team-building conference.

After a few more drinks, Shane and I were doing our own version of ‘dirty dancing’ to the loud, thumping music on the dimly lit dance floor… his hands casually bumping and squeezing my boobs and ass… while my hands managed to occasionally find the bulge between his legs and his firm butt cheeks, as well.

By the time we were ready to leave, I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight. Over the course of the evening, my nipple bumps had become harder and more pronounced through the fabric of my top… and I could tell Shane had noticed… I caught him staring at my tits, and ogling my stiff nipples several times as we danced.

And from my occasional squeezes… I could tell that Shane was getting aroused, too. I hadn’t done all that much grabbing, but what I had done let me know that he was packing a sizeable schlong inside his pants. And it was getting bigger… and the bulge in his slacks more obvious… the more time we spent on the dance floor.

Between the drinks and the “contact dancing”, my mind was becoming totally focused on what Shane was sporting between his legs. I was hornier than I’d been in years… and, I couldn’t deny that the excitement and anticipation of possibly seeing my first black cock was part of why my panties were soaking wet underneath my skirt.

As we finished our drinks and got ready to leave, an idea began forming in my brain. I hesitated briefly… then figured there was no way my husband would ever find out about this… so I grabbed Shane’s arm as we were leaving the club… rubbed my soft boobs and taut nipples against him… grinned up into his face, and said, “Soooo… your room or mine?”

With that great smile of his, he chuckled and replied, “I was hoping you’d say that…”

We ended up in Shane’s room. It only took about two minutes for our clothes to be tossed on the floor at the foot of the bed.

We shared a deep, passionate, tongue-filled kiss as we blindly worked our way onto the mattress… then knelt in the middle of the bed… caressing and fondling each other, as we tried to touch every part of our bodies at once.

His hands were all over me… squeezing my heavy breasts… pulling on my nipples… then rubbing a finger up and down the gash between my pussy lips… before sliding two fingers into my already wet vagina.

Oh, my God, that felt incredible! I groaned into his mouth, as his fingers slid deeper and deeper into my drenched cunt.

Panting and moaning, I grabbed and stroked everything I could reach… massaging his chest and shoulder muscles… squeezing his ass cheeks… then wrapping my hand around the growing shaft between his legs.

Holy shit… his cock was fucking huge!

I knew it was an impressive prick from when I’d playfully bumped and rubbed it while we were dancing at the club, but… damn, it was so much bigger than I expected… and it was still growing!

I broke our kiss, and looked down at the beautiful, black, nearly erect hard-on filling the palm of my hand… running my fingers up to the wide, mushroom-shaped head… then pulling the foreskin back, as I slid my hand down to the firm, veiny base… and back again…. over and over… as it grew to its full 11” in my pumping fist.

With my eyes locked onto his long, thick dick… and a wry grin on my face… I muttered, “Holy fuck, Shane… look at the size of this thing! It’s gorgeous!”

He laughed, and said, “So… you like?”

I laughed along with him… then held his throbbing black boner like I was inspecting it… with one hand holding the base of his thick shaft, while rubbing and stroking the top part of his cock with my other hand…