I'm Sasha, and I've been happily married to my black husband for five years. We live in Dubai, surrounded by the luxurious amenities of the Gulf region. Compared to all other countries, Dubai has been a great city for both of us to both earn a considerable income and enjoy our lives of freedom. It's been a month since he left for his new appointment in France, and my visa is still being processed. This is another morning at my desk in the HR department, while sun rays kiss my window and there is a rhythmic breeze outside.

I'm thirty-two years old, and my body is in shape. My husband always tells me that he loves the way his wife looks, especially my tits of thirty-four D, which are firm with no sagging at all. My skin is almost black-African even though my origin is mixed between the UK and South Africa.

Well, I'm not the one who is always horny, but I do love sex and my husband knows it. He loves to watch me masturbate while he jerks off, too, in front of a mirror and probably after a dinner date. I have been feeling slightly playful today, although it’s been weeks since I had the pleasure of intercourse.

Today, I wore a white blouse with some see-through material that anyone closely probing could identify as a floral bra. The exhibitionist version of myself always wanted to dress bossy and look flirty. Of course, the panties matched the bra, and yes, they were of the same floral design. It had a tiny rose flower right on top of my clit and looked highly seductive in the mirror photo I took in the morning. My red skirt was tight and ended three inches from the knee. I had my floral stockings on the long legs and looked delicious in a cross-leg sitting position.

I was working on the computer when my boss, Mr. Fahad, walked in with a cup of coffee for me. He sat down next to me, as he had done most days since I joined this company six months ago.

"Morning Sasha, how are you doing today?" he asked.

I smiled and said, "I'm good, Fahad."

He smiled at me while sipping the coffee from my cup, which was placed in front of him as usual.

He was forty years old and a very handsome man. I could see his eyes wandering down my body while he talked to me about the new employee who joined yesterday.

"So, you have some time for lunch today?" he asked.

I said, "I do, but it's going to be quick as we have the meeting at 1: 30."

He said, "I'll be there too. I have to leave by 1:00."

I said, "Okay, see you then."

He got up and left. I was working on the computer when my phone rang. It was the new employee  who joined yesterday. This guy was muscular and had a tattoo design all over his arm. Although he was a muslim, he seemed to have maintained a well-built body and had an attraction for women by his gestures. I was shaken by him yesterday when I looked at him.

He wanted to check his appointment letter and I asked him to drop by at a convenient time. He said, "I'm free now."

I looked at the clock and it was 10: 35. So, I told him to come to my office for a minute or two.

After a brief period, he came in and said, "Hi Sasha, how are you?" He smiled at me. His eyes were blue like the sky, and his muscles were firm. The tattoo design on one arm looked hot as hell, too!

While checking his appointment letter, he came by my side and stood beside me. It happened so fast that I couldn’t properly hide my legs under the table. I'm damn sure he saw my legs crossed one on another and showing off a great deal of my thighs. I didn't have time to hide them under the table or adjust the skirt. His fragrance on him attempted to generate a mood of sensual vibes, and I let him enjoy the view while I focused on the document.

I showed him the entire document, and he greeted me with a "Thanks, Sasha." I looked at him and smiled. His eyes were still on my legs even though he tried to adjust his eye direction back to the screen, but I caught him red-handed. I didn’t say a word as I had had some playful vibes within myself since morning.

I eventually decided to give a little show for his pleasure. I uncrossed my legs and crossed them again with the other leg on top. He smiled at me while looking down to see if he could glimpse what was under that skirt.

I knew he was looking at my thighs covered by the stockings. Probably, his eyes were trying to see my floral panties. "No no". It isn't the day for it. This is all the imagination I have in my mind. I blamed myself. However, the whole experience made me feel a little horny and wet too!

"So, what do you think of the company so far?" I asked him while still checking his appointment letter on the computer screen. He said, "It's a great place to work. I like the people here," he added, his eyes still on my legs and thighs, while I sat next to each other at an angle of 45 degrees. His smile was driving me crazy too!

Suddenly, a WhatsApp message came, and it was visible in the desktop notification. "As hot as ever! I wish I could fuck you on these floral panties and lick the pussy entire day."

“Oh fuck.” I gasped for a moment. That was my husband. And it was the reply to the morning mirror photo I sent him. To describe what my photo included: I sat in front of the large mirror and expanded my legs to make the photo slutty. I put my middle finger in my mouth and looked erotically at the mirror. I knew this was barely sufficient for him to get a morning blowjob right from the bed. Now, my heart started beating fast.

Okay! Now, I'm damn sure Hamza read the message, as it was clearly visible on the large desktop monitor. I looked at him, and he was smiling. "It's my husband," I couldn’t help but say while blushing a little bit. Hamza was keen on his face and asked me what the message meant.

I said, "Oh, he asked me to wear floral panties today." I felt my face blush.

He smiled with a tempting gesture in his face and asked if I had them on now. It took a few seconds for him to ask this question as it came out of the blue! The tension had already created electric shock waves inside my body. Does a Muslim man enjoy African skin? I have heard their limitless temptation and passion for women, especially those who have married a few.

I was a little out of control and never thought about what to do. Since morning, my panties have soaked an ample amount of wetness, and my gasping heartbeat never seemed to settle. I winked and spread my legs while unfolding the skirt slightly to give Hamza a glance at my panties. The rose on the clit was dazzling in the middle, and I felt faint almost.

“That’s a beauty, Sasha! I have never seen such a combination of lingerie fitting in a black skin.” Hamza began complimenting what he saw and stayed stunned for a moment. I looked at him, and he was still looking down. It made me more horny to show off my panties in front of this man who joined our company yesterday!

Before I replied, the notification came again with a photo of my husband's black and big cock in morning glory! And it was pretty big, too! It was covered in cum all over the penis. The whitish cum was cascading down his muscular penis, and this doubled my pleasure. Hamza was surprised by both my action and seeing my man's cock.

I saw his pants getting bulge and getting bigger. I was feeling a little guilty too. But the excitement of showing off my panties and now seeing my huband’s big cock in front of me made it difficult to stop!

Hamza was nervous. "Is that your husband?"

I said, "Yes, he's my husband."

Hamza was patient and studied my reaction and the WhatsApp image while minimising the window. He asked me if I liked his cock. It was a shocking question! But the way it came out of him made it look natural and exciting too!

I looked at Hamza while saying, "YES!! Incredbily yes! This cock has ridden me all over my life, and I couldn’t stop even thinking about it, ever!” I was in a state of shock and excitement.

Hamza looked at me with his eyes on my legs again! He asked if he could see it one more time. My panties? Oh, gosh, they are wet now. He must have imagined a floral panty fitting into my pussy, which the same design caught on my bra. I’m sure he might have scanned my tits over the see-through blouse. I was wondering and gasping in my heart.

Should I show him or not?