It was eight months ago when my husband found out I was having an affair with a black man. I tried to get out of it, but the pictures in my cell phone told him differently. He told me from that day on that he would never trust me again. I shrugged it off and contacted my lover to tell him that we were found out and I was asked to remove him from Facebook as well as my cell. I also had to remove his e-mail addresses so I would no longer have any contact with him. I also told him that our relationship was far from over.
Several days after our huge blow out, I went out and bought one of those pay as you go cell phones to contact him on and that way I could contact him for our meetings and continue to text him and send him pictures of me, well my big fucked white titties that he loved so much. I in turn would get pictures of his extra large black cock that I loved to suck.
We have still be meeting and sneaking around and I would text him every evening unless he was not able to or I wasn't. We gave each other different signals to let the other know if sending the text for that night was good or not.
You see, my husband is white, so am I but my lover is black. My husband hates blacks and uses that horrible "N" word when he refers to their race and he knows it makes me made. I stick up for them all the time and it pisses him off. When he found out the pictures on my phone I was lucky he didn't read any of the "juicy texts" he questions me and the story I came up with didn't sit right with him. He has been giving me the cold shoulder since.
