When I came home after that party, I was really spent. My pussy had just had the greatest pounding it had ever received, and my mind was in turmoil. I had just cheated on Rob. It wasn’t just a fantasy anymore, I had actually fucked a big, black guy, a colleague of Rob’s even. Rob, the guy I loved, whom I had been married to and vowed to be a good wife. I had also told James that I loved him, and that was what really got to me. I hadn’t even known him for a day, and already I wanted nothing more than to be with him, or better, to be with his dick all the time.
O fuck, that big, black dick. Even thinking about it and the feeling it evoked in my pussy, made me all wet again. Although I had had a tremendous amount of orgasms that day, I couldn’t help but to grab my large black dildo and jam it into my pussy while I contemplated what I had done. On the one hand, I felt like a dirty slut, on the other hand I knew I was hooked. There was nothing I could do. I had become a slut, technically speaking, the Internet had turned me into a white whore for black cock. I had read all the stories which dealt with that topic, and always I was amazed how quickly the women were hooked on interracial sex. Now, there was no place for amazement anymore. I was totally convinced, and I felt very good and very bad about it at the same time.
After bringing me off for the last time that day, I decided there was dire need of a shower. I took off my dress, which had stains all over the front, and threw it in the hamper. I knew Rob never got near the hamper, so I didn’t worry. The water splashing down my body felt like heaven, and when I was all clean, I jumped under the covers of our bed. My mind was still spinning, especially as I lay in the bed my husband would normally fuck me in. I felt fucking dirty and deceiving, when I let that night rewind in my head. And I knew people must have noticed me hitting on James and vice versa. Although a bit worried, the thought turned me on, that maybe people knew that I was Rob’s wife and that I had maybe fucked a colleague of his. It was almost like those stories I had read about wives fucking black guys and humiliating their husbands. My pussy was getting wet again, but I knew Rob would be home soon, and I didn’t want to be awake when he came home. So I turned off the light and wondered what the next day would bring.
I woke to the stirring of Rob, as he got out of bed and into the bathroom. At first, I didn’t know what had happened the night before, but it quickly came back to me. As did the wetness in my pussy. I was instantly horny, and the fact that my last orgasm was already a few hours away and my hormones were already taking over, made me long for James’s dick again. I knew it was wrong, I knew I treated my husband like shit, but I couldn’t help it. I refrained from rubbing my pussy, because I didn’t want to encourage Rob to try to do some fucking, so I got our of bed and walked into the bathroom.
“Hey darling, how are you?” I asked Rob. He turned around.
“Oh Mindy, I’m so sorry you felt bad yesterday. James told me you had left, and I wanted to call you, but then though maybe you are already asleep. When I came home you were sleeping soundly, I hope you are better today!” he said.
Hell yeah, he had bought it. Although I knew I loved Rob, I felt sorry for him. He was so naïve!
I let him in on some load of shit, about not feeling well for the last few weeks, maybe my hormones were doing some stupid things, maybe the pill. Rob was very understanding, and after a kiss on the cheek I told him that I loved him. I was almost having an orgasm from knowing that I had just deceived him like the dirtiest, rudest women wouldn’t do. Fuck, the change in my personality had been quick. While talking to Rob, the only thing on my mind had been how to get hold of James as soon as possible and to have his dick inside me again.
After breakfast, Rob left for work. I showered and dressed in shorts and a bra, and wondered how it could find out James’ number at his office, when suddenly the phone rang. I ran and picked it up, and a pang of disappointment hit me as I heard Rob’s voice.
“Hey darling, listen, I’ve got to ask you a favor. A colleague just called, he’ll be working on a contractor’s account at home today, and he hasn’t got all the papers needed to get it all right. The people at the office don’t have the right documents, so he asked if I had them. They are in the basement, in that one box labeled ‘Huntington’. Could you maybe get them and when the guy comes over hand it to him?”
Well, I didn’t have a choice, so I said I’d do it. I went to the basement and after some searching, I found the box. I got it up and put it down next to the entrance. I went up to our bedroom and got some t-shirt to wear over my bra. I was still wondering how the hell I could find James’ number, when the door-bell rang.
When I opened the door, I almost had a heart-attack. In front of me stood James, and he looked even better than the day before. Jeans, white t-shirt, and underneath it that perfect body. He smiled at me, and said:
“So, how do you like my little scheme?” It took me about two seconds to realize what he meant. Colleague, work at home, would come by to pick up stuff. James had just tricked Rob into actually inviting him home to fuck his darling wife.
