Classy Slut Maria Part 2

My wife and I drove down to London the following week. Banba had grudgingly assured Maria over the telephone that he was impatiently awaiting our return. Saturday was the soonest that we were both available. The Ugandan had sounded quite intense. Understandably, as Sahri and the kids needed to be out the whole afternoon. He felt that he had been rushed on our last meeting so this time he was determined to hand out a harder and longer session. I watched with fascination as he pounded Maria senseless. Her gasps for breath as his cock drove mercilessly in and out of her body. From my point of view, I knew just how he had been anticipating such an event. So had I. Particularly as his huge black cock powered in and his heavy balls smacked noisily against my wife’s body. Banba actually told me, as Maria lay rigid and shaken, that I should get used to the sight from now on. 

There was no doubting that he appreciated her a lot and she in turn was very attracted to his strength and sheer confidence. Maria was far more to him than just a fling. In my last letter I wrote of how they first came together. He had once been an employee of mine. In the days before we had begun our adventure. A lowly immigrant worker who now, many years on, enjoyed screwing the boss's wife with a great deal of relish. Watching Maria having sex with a black man meant a great deal to me too. She comes from a high up and wealthy family and I believe took as much pleasure as me from our relationship with Banba. It was perverse of course. Maria was 35 and I’ve often thought of her as in her prime. She possesses naturally stunning looks. Her shoulder length dark hair, contrasts sharply against her smooth and pearly white skin. She has a crisp, intelligent face and dark captivating eyes. Maria always appeared very classy but for Banba I liked her to dress like a slut. Showing off her legs and big tits in away she'd never had too before. It so went against her sense of style but she was always willing.

Before the end our visits had become regular. Maria looked forward each fortnight to meeting him again. She told me how she liked him to screw her powerfully and aggressively, with her legs pinned open wide. The feeling between us would be unspoken yet tangible as we made our way down to his home. We both knew what to expect and would be understandably excited. My wife would always look her best, having spent much of the morning reading herself in our bedroom. She preferred to wear something that was special between us. An item of jewellery was a popular choice. Maria has so many heirlooms passed down to her. So many bangles, bracelets and necklaces. Many of them jewelled and expensive. She would wear some such item around her slim neck or wrist. Perhaps a reminder of whom she was. Then we would sit, in Banba’s cramped, suburban house and she would flirt openly with him. 

The tall and muscular African was an imposing figure. At least for any man but irresistible to women. He had much success with black and white alike so he said. Banba would look over her, his eyes glinting and his hands anxiously grasping at his knees in anticipation. She never failed to be unmoved by his strong and menacing figure. I would be so especially proud of her. Outdoing all my expectations as she would begin to pose and flirt. Her lips curled into a wicked smile and re-crossing her legs far more than was necessary. I enjoyed seeing her work him and later, as Banba dealt her an intense fucking I would imagine her as the woman she really was. Back home, in our small, elegant country community. An area that incorporating all the style and history of my wife’s old family. Our two worlds seemed a million miles apart. 

Several months after Banba and the New Year was upon us. Our daughter Lucy was due to start school later that term and Maria was busying herself with the various social occasions and invitations to which she is still accustomed. She has always been in demand as long as I have known her. Partly I suppose because of her father who owned a lot of money and land in our area. Recently my wife had met with a new circle of friends. Wives of businessmen like myself, who met once a week in town for lunch at a trendy bar. She told me once how topical subjects revolved tiresomely around shopping, food, holidays and inevitably, husbands. Perhaps she would have preferred discussion on how an attractive, mid 30's lady could be seen to enjoy hard black cock as a regular activity. Such a thing would have caused an uproar. Those concerned being anything but open-minded to the possibilities. We had often discussed her meeting other men. When I had suggested this it had been met with a wry and subtle smile. Maria was as ever, most concerned with keeping her past with Banba a complete secret.

I put little if no pressure on my wife to take our recent fun further. Though I would happily have agreed to it. My only point was to stress that if she took another man, I should know about it. Maria had already asked me if I would like her to begin an affair but we both knew that would be risky. Affairs where very common within our circle and she had plenty of admirers. It would not have been hard. Local businessmen and friends of her fathers had revealed a strong but discreet desire to fuck her in the past. Still, I knew deep down that it would eventually continue. I read once that once a woman had tried black cock there was no going back. Still, she seemed much happier with herself to the point of which I felt that her meeting Banba had done our own relationship the world of good. However, it was not a complete surprise when we jointly decided that she would like to try again and take another black lover. Maybe part of her had begun to miss Banba. My wife would often put on the small, thin dress he had bought. For me as much as anything but I recall the distinct look on her face as it reminded her of what they had done and shared together. It was after all, the early 80's and the number of foreigners entering Britain was growing every month. I’m sure you remember the bemoaning nature of so many. Television was full of planeloads of new immigrants arriving at Heathrow and Gatwick. Eager for the promise of work and a higher standard of living. We both knew what her father thought of it all and the terms he used to describe our new countrymen. This time there would be less of a problem in finding a suitable male. 

It was towards the end of January our wish came true. His name was Mau and he was a 31-year-old Ghanaian with an overly unhealthy interest in attractive, white women. He had lived in Britain for only a few years and as such had none of the modesty or subtlety of many of his kind. Maria first began noticing him at local events. A well dressed, attractive but seemingly out of place black man amid the regular guests certainly caught her eye. Several times she also saw him at her favourite café in town and once she was sure he had followed her to the gates of our home. Of course, we were interested in what he could want. From the looks he gave her Maria was quite sure but there was no harm in being safe. Mau seemed to know my wife’s schedule inside out and never missed an opportunity to see her. 

So it was quite a surreal experience when this strange yet seemingly well off man came to our home to see us. He arrived in his car, an aged jaguar, around lunchtime and asked to speak to my wife. It should have come as no surprise when he introduced himself as Banba's nephew. Maybe we should have expected that our old friend would brag sooner or later about his conquests to someone. At first I was not sure what I thought of him. He was anything but his dress suggested. Ultimately crude and from an obviously impoverished upbringing. Maria though was quite the opposite. She was taken right away by the brash young man. Ten years her junior I had to admit that Mau was incredibly good looking with a shaven head and near black skin. He was confident too with a toned body and imposing, defined features. I must add that Maria found his obvious muscular disposition most appealing.