“That’s settled then. You arrange for Herrod’s to provide the caterers: so that they can produce the vegetables, whilst I oversee them; and I’ll cook my own meat”, she smiled, with adorable determination.

Although that was not what he had had in mind at all, and David could have had Casta whipped for being so presumptuous, he looked at her and laughed his loving surrender:

“Okay: okay: you win darling! You always did and you always do!”

“But, my love, I am not allowed to make decisions. I am only a wife. I promised to obey….”, Casta sweetly reminded.

“Then take it as an instruction from me for it to be as you suggest”, David responded. .

When he had kissed Casta just now, why had David dreamed of the former Angelica Noir?

Casta’s sweet laugh as she parted after the kiss and swept up her discarded scarf, to get ready to go about the gardening David had earlier ordered her to do, only made David feel more guilty.

Angelica was his boss new wife. JC had married Angelica Noir, not three months since.

But not three months since before that, David had had Angelica in the storeroom at the Christmas party. The horny negress had begged for it’, according to David’s self serving self-confidence-assuring version of the event: a version he had repeated to himself so often, that, truth or not, it was the truth as far as he was concerned.

What a sexy bitch Angelica was. Oh god she was horny! Before the bonds of marriage, and the ties that bind, she had walked as if she had a cock up her, and was enjoying its constant attentions, however inadequate they were compared with her appetites. If her walk had not been so natural, surely the pope would have had it banned.

And the colourful clothes she wore to contrast so beautifully with her dark brown complexion!

The day she wore geranium-red and the astounding compliment it was to her stunning negress black. The day she wore red and her bare brown arms! The day she wore red and her bare black legs in the summer sun! The day she wore red and had stood next to David in the office canteen, and their hands had accidentally touched! The day she wore red and he had smelled her natural musk, and just knew she was wearing no panties, and had turned and seen that she knew he knew, and had turned and seen her dark brown eyes and the orgasmic lips of her negress mouth, and the look of challenge in her ever-smiling eyes!

Angelica and David were work companions and rivals. She was ex-university, with an acutely sharp mind, that JC, their joint boss, the local boss of bosses, had obviously noticed.

David had been in military service. Always an adventurer, he had seen the world and met Casta when posted in Africa, being given the lovely Senabrian, a girl from one of the white tribes of that god-blessed country with its over ninety-percent female population, and bringing her back to lucky England.

That was now a year since, and David, though in the forefront with JC hitherto as he, David, had calculated: he, David, was, was now concerned that Angelica, a newcomer with the brains and education he lacked, would leave him behind.

What David lacked in formal education, he had in cunning: and cunning he had in spades-full.

To his mind, the one sure way to put Angelica in her place’, and to ensure he had a hold over her to keep her down, was to screw her, and threaten to let it be known she was letting herself be drilled outside marriage.

To David’s simple thinking, every girl wanted it up her; Angelica would be no exception. No girl could have what they had between their lovely legs and not obey its command over her; Angelica would be no exception to that. .

The pop of champagne corks had caught David by surprise.

Indeed, it took the whole office by surprise.

But JC’s announcement that he and Angelica were to become man and wife, had had David jumping for joy on the inside.

His joy was not for the couple. His joy was from the fact that Angelica had, with the sub-orbital flight of one ground-to-air champagne cork, been shot out of the skies where Tokyo was concerned.

Tokyo was his! Angelica would be a housewife. Married women were not allowed to work. Angelica was no longer a threat: where Tokyo was concerned, Angelica was shafted.

Talking of which, he assumed that Angelica would still be free for a shag, as long as he only used her lovely bum as before. But then again, now she was married and a pregnancy could be risked, perhaps he could slide his cock into her sheath….

The weekend had arrived, and so had JC and Angelica, who sat at table on the front lawn of David and Casta’s home, enjoying the sun and cocktails.

“Where’s you lovely wife David? JC enquired.

“Yes, David, where on earth is the delicious Casta?! Angelica teased, enjoying David’s eyes roaming over her handsome black thighs, as she once again changed her position so he could see further up the bell of her tiny skirt, as she intended.

“Casta insisted on playing a personal part in the food preparation. She begs to be excused. She wants to let us talk work-talk as she puts it. She says it’s far too complicated for her pretty little head.”

“We’ve hired staff: two very attractive redheads: from Herrod’s, to do the barbeque. But Casta wants to spring a little surprise. She absolutely insists that she personally ensure her meat is properly cooked. She’s terrified she’ll give us all food poisoning! David informed, with the latter line intended to lighten the message.

“She has a point JC responded.”

“Not about the food poising: about the work front I mean. I’ve got my laptop in the car.”

“Whilst your wife gets cooking with the old cooking, perhaps you me and Angelica can go through the accounts.”

“Angelica ought to leave the company now she’s a housewife of course; but she’s still with us in spirit, aren’t you darling?”

Angelica smiled, and David looked at her lips: the lips of heaven; the lips of a negress: the eager lips of the girl whose tight anus he had had his cock up just last Christmas.

“But there’s no reason why your little lady can’t join us if she wants to. If she’s as pretty as her picture, I can’t wait to meet her”, JC charmed.

“She insisted on helping the caterers so as to leave us alone to talk business, which has, to be honest, always bored Casta”, David excused yet again.

A silence ensued. Neither JC nor Angelica wanted to challenge David’s explanation for the continuing absence of Casta, and David began to recognise that he needed to divert them further.

“Those papers then? he reminded JC.

“What? Oh, the laptop. Sorry to be a bore old boy, but it would be very useful to go over the sales figures before the board meeting on Wednesday, and, as you know, I’m in London Monday and Tuesday”, JC summarised.

An hour’s distraction followed, with more cocktails being consumed, and much satisfaction being expressed, as Angelica pointed out an error in and between Tokyo and Kinshasa, the corrections of which, showed, albeit only marginally, a better performance in the far east and Africa, than the draft board presentation had hitherto been able to record.

As she concentrated on making the relevant changes to her husband’s notes on his laptop, Angelica licked her lovely negress lips, and giggled as she pointed out error after error in his syntax, and duly corrected them.

Angelica’s mind was as razor sharp, as her beauty was dazzling: and the black beauty was simply sizzling.

David and JC just had to sit back and let Angelica take charge.

With every point they raised, she came up with at least two counterpoints, and then a synopsis of the best way forward, which the two men challenged, only for it to dawn that this beautiful woman was, as ever, entirely right.

Glinting in the welcomingly warming sun, the wedding ring through Angelica’s nose sparkled, as, despite that she wore a wife’s controlling thumb cuffs, she dexterously flew her slender fingers, fingers David longed were stroking his cock, over the laptop’s keyboard.

As she did so, when she checked she had typed what she’d intended, her dark brown eyes flashed wasted love at the screen.

David’s eyes could not help but return to Angelica’s thighs: Angelica’s enormously strong long black thighs: the thighs of the amateur marathon runner she had been before marriage had confined her to domesticity.

A sideways flick of heaven’s lanterns, formed a look that said to David, that Angelica knew full well she was fascinating him, and that he wanted her: that he wanted to work her and spurt inside her: to inject her with the salty oyster swimming with his virile sperm.

And a mischievous smile played over, and then took over Angelica’s lips.

She was not given to being cruel, but she loved to tease, as much as she loved that her face and her body pleased. So it was no coincidence that her fingers wandered now to the wedding ring through her nose.

It looked from her lovely face, as if she was just touching it as if it were a charm that would aid her thinking.

Surely the fact that it signalled a reminder that she was no longer available, and that David should have done a better job when he had it up her bum that time, was accidental; or was it?

Her job done, without asking her husband’s permission, as she should have done, Angelica rose and rose to the top tips of her big toes en-pointe in her ballerina’s shoes, showing the incredible soft smooth strong muscularity of her calves, as she totty-trotted tiptop-tiptoe back to JC’s car, to put the laptop safely away, and thus placed where it would not be forgotten later in the day.

As she wiggled away, she felt both men’s eyes ogling her, and held her dark-curled head high, with wholly justified pride that she was so sensationally attractive.

JC and David watched the rear of the devastating black beauty, as she totty-trotted, dancing entrancingly on her tiptop tiptoes, making her way down the garden path, with her immensely strong legs kept so safely under control by her two-inch chain hobble.

David had been drinking too much on an empty stomach.

Waiting for the meal that Casta was tied up in the preparation of, and relaxing while Angelica had completely redone JC’s work on his, JC’s, laptop, both men had drunk too much.

And David found, too late to prevent what he next said, that the drink had gone to his head. As both men ogled Angelica’s glory, he blundered out:

“Dear god almighty, you’re a fucking lucky man JC! What’s she like in bed?”

But, far from being upset by this crudity, JC did not even look to see that David was now biting his tongue in horror and regret at blurting this out; but continued to be the second man eyeing his wife’s lissom legs.

“Man to man David: just between me and you old boy, is that understood? JC began, checking the ground for hidden mines as it were.

Trying to fight the tipsy feeling, David nodded confirmatory assurance, that whatever JC’s just now introductory statement was followed by, he would keep it cave.

“Well, entre nous, old chap, it’s an unmitigated disaster.”

“The wedding night was a total Titanic. She is just so beautiful!”

“When I saw her naked oh god, I just came. I never even got it in her! And she was so forgiving….”

“I think I made my mind up there and then. I’m rising sixty. I told her I would never be able to give her what she needs: not in that way: I mean, she can buy all the fur coats and dresses and hats a girl could need, and as many more again; but I can’t take her where a girl needs to go: especially a girl as young as Angelica, with her drives and her passions….”

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