Ever since Jim, my black lover and I have been sneaking around, I have always been honest and up front with him. I did keep a night with an old friend a secret from him for about a month, but I end up telling him about it and it almost caused our break up.
I tend to tell him more about my life than he does but ever since my little "cheat night" he has opened up to me more - so I thought. He told me the night that I told him my friend and I that he had a chance to be with "another woman" who has been trying to get him to meet with her, but he turns her down and he tells her that he can't cheat on his wife. In the meantime, he is cheating on his wife with me. He said she comes into his place at least once a week and tries to hit on him. He told me that he could have her anytime he would say yes but he didn't want to ruin what we have together.
I always thought that Jim was honest with me because I asked him as we started our "affair" if he ever had an affair before and he said yes and it was very brief and it wasn't working out so he ended it. I asked him if I was doing anything or going down the same path and he said that our relationship is different and I never asked in what way. I tell him when I am having problems and not feeling like myself and he is always a comfort for me and helps me get through it every time.
About a month ago, we were meeting in a new place for the first time and I had picked up a little "gift" for him like I always do and he told me to put it in his truck. In the back seat was a small gift box like you would get jewelry in and wondered who it was for but I didn't ask. I figured it was for his wife and I really can't tell him not to buy her anything now can I. We had a wonderful meeting and as always the oral and vaginal sex was as great as it always is. He just knows how to get to me. Those large black hands cupping my titties and then sucking them and nibbling on my nipples makes me wet and then makes me come every time. When we are apart I play with my pussy and my titties pretending it's Jim and I end up so wet.
When we were saying good night, he threw his sweatshirt on the back seat near the box and it fell out onto the ground. He quickly picked it up and put it back as if he didn't want me to see it and maybe say something like "where's my gift??" which I wouldn't do. Little did he know that the gift tag came off and was still on the ground. I slyly covered it with my foot and then picked it up and put it in my jacket pocket - why, I was just curious I guess. I know his wife's name is Mary so why should I think that it would be for someone other than her or maybe one of his 3 daughters, of which I know their names as well.