“You know, baby, I’m sure glad you got that big ol’ hard-on just as soon we started dancin’ ’cause That was my green light, sweetie, just the reaction I’d hoped for…what told me for sure that my husband’s big ol’ stud of a boss felt the same way about me as I did about him.”
She grinned contentedly and continued in a dreamy voice, “Yeah, darlin’, I knew for sure you wanted some from the way you’d looked at me in Colorado an’ the way you were lookin’ at me tonight, but I wasn’t totally, one-hundred percent positive that you’d be a player.”
“So that big ol’ hard-on was just what this girl needed to give her the nerve to come on to you, baby, an’ ask you to bring me up here. I’d been tellin’ myself for the past week that I had to be very careful since you’re my husband’s manager an’ if I came on too strong an’ it turned out you weren’t a player, then Rick might be in big trouble with the company.”
She squirmed her bottom around slowly on his lap and I was sure she was sitting on a very formidable erection. She smiled somewhat smugly and continued,
“But, Beau, baby, when I felt your big ol’ dick pokin’ me in the belly, I knew you wanted to play around just as much as I did. When you kept pushin’ it into me, even with Rick watchin’, I knew you were lettin’ me know you were interested in gettin’ more from little ol’ Blondie than some dance-floor belly-rubbin’.”
She grinned lewdly, “Oh yeah, baby, that big old hard dick was sendin’ me a clear signal that the boss man wanted to get in my panties.”
She glanced over at me and giggled, “You just couldn’t figure out what we were gonna do about my husband, though, could you, darlin’?”
Beau looked over at me, somewhat startled at hearing my wife come right out and talk so openly about their desires for each other, sitting right there in front of me but I just smiled and nodded.
Blondie gave him a playful kiss on the corner of his mouth, flicking her tongue quickly in and out, and purred, “See, I told you everything would work out just fine, didn’t I, lover? I told you Rick was cool about this kinda stuff. And aren’t you glad he is, cher?”
Then she stood up, walked over to the bedside radio and spun the tuner dial until she found another R&B station playing a slower tempo number. Turning back to face Beau, she smiled invitingly and cooed,
“Come on, Beau, get up—now we can dance the way we’ve been wantin’ to.”
Giving me a quick glance, as if seeking my approval, he stood and moved toward her, an enormous bulge in his trousers. When they embraced, Blondie began rotating her belly against it. She looked up at him, smiled and murmured,
“Oooh, lover, this keeps comin’ up between us again an’ again, n’est-ce pas vrai (doesn’t it)?”
I translated the French meaning for him, immediately tantalized by the thought of what more intimate and indecent translations I would now be making as I served as the interpreter for my boss while my racy-talking, little Cajun beauty succeeded in her seduction.
Continuing to gaze into his eyes, she reached down with her right hand, grasped the large swelling in his slacks and began a slow stroking. When Beau moaned, she turned to me,