The next week James practically lived in our house. He managed to get his work done at night, and so spent all day at Rob and my house, fucking my brains out. He was as much an anal-fanatic as myself, and my asshole was stretched quite a good deal. Although I was fucked in my ass everyday, my asshole didn't become sore, only a bit loose right after the fucking, but closed nicely up after a while.
Rob didn't notice a thing, he even talked about James one time during the week, telling me how much of a nice guy he was, since he gave him a contract to work on which would give Rob a lot of credit in the eyes of the company chairmen. When he told me, I smiled, knowing that James had done that in order to keep Rob busy at work, resulting in longer fucking-sessions at our house. Rob's working schedule also made him less demanding for sex, so I didn't have a hard time trying to take his mind off fucking me with his average dick. Like I already said, I had become a true slut for James' big cock, with no interest at all in getting fucked by Rob ever again.
Now, some of you may wonder why I didn't tell Rob I had fallen in love with another man, or his cock, and that I would want to leave him. James had enough money, and I could easily divorce Rob. Well, as a matter of fact, I still loved Rob. He was a gentle guy, we had had the greatest of times together. But I also loved the sex with James. It was nothing I had ever experienced before. And that's where it became complicated. Sex with James was that great because I was actually married to another man. And I was white. Thus, there was the thrill of being a cheating wife and the thrill of doing something which still was some kind of taboo, to have interracial sex. That may sound racism, but that's just the way it worked. A black man and a co-worker of my husband as well, fucking me behind the back of my husband, was the kinkiest thing I could imagine. So let's return to my tale.
On Friday, just after dumping the third load of that day inside my asshole, James asked me if I wanted to make our little adventure even more thrilling. I was interested to know what he had in mind, and told him so. James had devised a plan. He had invited Rob to his house, and he had said to bring me with him. Rob had gladly accepted, and it was to be the next day, Saturday. Since Rob would be at home, this would James and me to meet, and it got me all hot when I wondered how we could sneak off to have sex with Rob present. James and I fucked one last time after I had congratulated him on his plan by sucking his dick and licking his asshole. We parted as we had the last few days, with James sticking fingers inside my holes and kissing me. Only that day, he easily eased three fingers, instead of just two, inside my asshole.
When Rob came home, I had already gone through the common procedure of cleaning everything and myself. He told me about a phone-call from James, and that we were invited to his house the next day for dinner. I feigned surprise, telling him how much I was looking forward to that dinner.
Saturday during the afternoon was terrible. I was so fucking horny, used to getting fucked all day long, that I locked myself in the bathroom three times, in order to stuff my pussy and ass with my black dildo.
I dressed up for the evening in a white, skin-tight minidress. I purposely forgot to wear panties underneath. I knew that we had to be sneaky in order to get some, so panties would only obstruct our chances to get it on. My ample breasts were visible almost in their entirety, since I had also not bothered with a bra. My cleavage was so complete, that only my nipples were barely hidden under the fabric, but still poking out. I knew that I was wearing risky clothes, but I also knew I wanted to turn on James as much as possible.
When Rob saw me, he whistled:
"Hey baby, that's some hot dress you're wearing. I guess it's time we get it on again soon!"
I laughed, and said something cryptic, not discouraging him but neither encouraging him. I knew that when the day was over, I would only want one dick inside of me, and that was not Rob's.
In the car, it was difficult to hide my bare pussy from Rob, but with some acrobatics I managed.
James' house was quite the mansion, and if I would have been impressed by the showing off of wealth, I'd be impressed. Unfortunately for the house, the only thing that could impress me was a big dick like James'. When Rob rang the doorbell, I was tremendously nervous. I was glad I was standing behind Rob, so he couldn't see my legs shaking.
James opened the door, and again I was fascinated by his great looks. The bald head, the nice facial features and that big, black body. Fuck, I really loved his body.
Rob and James exchanged greetings, but I knew James only wanted to hold me. When he shook my hand, it was like a bold of lightning running through my body. My pussy instantly produced so much juice, I thought it would run down my legs any second. James then led us into the house, which was as luxurious in the inside as it was on the outside. As you know, I didn't have any interest in that. While Rob commented on the house, I only concentrated on James' body, trying to imagine what it would be like to have his dick right there and then.
I managed somehow to get my act together during dinner. James had prepared a delicious Italian meal. We sat on his large table, but unfortunately, it was all glass, so there was no chance I could play with my feet underneath the table.
After the meal, James took the plates and got up. I reacted quickly and grabbed the salad bowl and said I'd help him. Rob wanted to get up too, but James told him not to bother. As soon as the swing-doors of the kitchen were closed, we both put down what we had in our hands and attacked each other. Smartly enough, I hadn't applied any make-up, so our passionate kisses didn't leave any traces, except the wetness between my legs getting even more. As we kissed, our hands roamed the other one's body. I felt James's monster through his pants, and he simply pushed two fingers up my pussy. I came right then. To our advantage, my mouth was pressed on James', so there was just a whimper to be heard. Although I knew we shouldn't press our luck, I decided to suck James' cock. I just couldn't wait. I got to my knees, opened his fly, and got his cock out. It was already semi-hard, and after a few licks, it was rock hard. I gulped down as much as I could, and quickly James grabbed my head and like always violently fucked my throat. I had become so used to it, that I wasn't even gagging that much anymore. After not even a minute, James came right down my throat. There was almost no need to swallow, since it all went right down into my stomach. I got up, and without a word, we made sure our clothes were alright, and I checked my face in a steel-pan which was hanging on the kitchen block.
James handed me some desert and quickly put the dishes in the dishwasher, so as to have some kind of alibi. When we entered the living room again, Rob was sitting there reading in a magazine.
