Classy Slut Maria Part 2

He told us right away that he knew everything of our recent activities with his uncle and made it quite clear that he hoped to continue where Banba had left off. I half grimaced when Mau added that he would give his buckteeth to provide the kind of fucking a woman like her deserved. I remember Maria had made a light smile on that. As if wondering if this young man could possibly live up to his uncle. Regardless, we both felt that we needed to take the opportunity. Maria agreed to begin meeting with him regularly. At least once a week. I have to say that I grew to revel in the forthcoming sight. Mau lived up to his promises by pounding Maria with utmost vigour. He had a large, deep brown cock. Around 9 inches in length and circumcised with the balls particularly large. Certainly matching Banba for size if not bettering him. It was clear, almost immediately that this would be a highly enjoyable union. My wife’s wailing, desperate moans where a joy to my ears. Particularly at the small and remote motels she felt where discreet enough. He had no problems with my being there either, nor did he object to my filming. In fact, he fucked Maria with a hefty vibrancy, in the usual heavy, senseless manner that she had grown accustomed to from Banba. There was such raw, needy hunger in his fucking and my wife was so drawn to his confident nature. 

Our meetings with him continued for around two months. Maria was at the point where she wanted me to buy him a house nearby. We knew he was mixed up in crime. The clothes and car did not come from any honest work that I could see. When Mau reluctantly told us he was facing a prison sentence it was a shock to us both. We knew he was a bad egg. Had known it from the start and it should have come as no surprise. Apparently he had received warnings in the past that we knew nothing of and there had been a lingering court case for some time. His endeavours where nothing major, but the fact that the police knew of him and could have been watching him was distressing enough. After all they could have known about us and our involvement. We where living very dangerously indeed.

Mau would serve six months before his release and Maria’s feelings for him where unusual to say the least. Though we had only known him a short time my wife had grown highly fond of him. Our arrangement had been sex only, which benefited us though she felt that they had not had long enough together. Still, despite my warnings and often secretively, she chose to write to him during his sentence. Perhaps she had grown too attached to him. Unwilling to lose him or lose the way which she hoped Mau could make her feel. He of course, replied to her letters. In deeply sexual terms not befitting of an answer. I imagined him boasting of the white, English women he had on tenterhooks. Maria certainly took an incredible chance when she sent the ‘family’ photos of herself and Lucy, Mau had asked for. He had requested some more revealing pictures but she had drawn the line. Still she joked that she would greet him with ‘open legs’, on his release, adding that he would be desperate after all that time locked away. 

Apart from this blip on our plans, our own lifestyle was moving along nicely. The six months would give us a welcome break from our recent fun. I personally felt that my relationship with Maria had never been better. She loved the idea of teasing Mau like she had Banba months before and as she now told me; she intended to enjoy sex with black men as regular activity. Maria added that if things went smoothly there was no reason why we shouldn’t both be very happy. He was her caged lover and she was going to build him up as high as possible. I began to relish Mau’s letters. He would talk quite openly about the manner he would have sex with Maria on his release and how fucking her in front of her own husband would be enough to satisfy him. He even suggesting we purchase a better video camera for the event. 

When I came home from work one day I found my wife looking very full of herself. I knew straight away that Mau had sent another letter to her. Indeed, It was some three months until he came out and I knew what to expect once he did. We had both agreed that the motel would be too much of an anticlimax. Instead we would invite Mau to our home for dinner and afterwards, sex. Maria wanted to use our own martial bed; as she and Banba had done at his London home. The thought of having another man in our own bedroom seemed ultimately perverse yet irresistible. That evening she put Lucy to bed and suggested we have an early night ourselves. Once in the bedroom she showed me the crumpled paper she had received that very morning. In his letter, Mau said that he had shown photographs of Maria to two other men he had met inside. If she liked, he could arrange for both of them to meet over Christmas and fuck her too. Those were his words almost exactly and I was amazed and choked on his suggestion. A smirk spread across my wife’s lips as she watched me across the bed. She was looking for my response and asked me what I thought. I knew she’d already agreed in her mind to do it. Mau added that these two other men were both native Nigerian. He knew how Maria felt about black men and promised that all three of them would give her just what she wanted.

I kept imagining these men, touching their cocks and looking at the pictures of Maria we had sent. Maybe her fine letters too though I knew that we had taken an incredible risk. I so hoped they had kept them secret. Mau called on the telephone to say that all three men where to be given a mid-afternoon release for one day over Christmas. He added that they were so eager to meet Maria that they would be making the long trip North right away and would stay the night. Maria was unusually nervous as she talked briefly to each of them in turn. Her tone dipping as she heard their eager, horny voices on the phone. I imagined them clustered around eager to hear her voice. As ever, Maria sought to build the coming day up further. As much for my benefit as her own. She knew what I liked and what I expected of her. This after all, would be a considerable advance on our previous encounters. When she had put the phone down she had turned to me and said that they sounded wonderfully eager. The date was set for the evening of the 21st of December. She sent a letter extending the invitation of her dinner party to Mau’s two friends, Winston and Clive. In the envelope she added a short note stating that after prison they would need a good, hot meal, but afterwards could have her as hard and for as long as they each wanted. 

It seemed perfect as no one would surely find out. I was mildly concerned about Maria’s family. They had eyes everywhere. But it would be dark and hopefully no one would call or be passing at that time. Still, risk was an important part of our plan. As an added precaution we had agreed that they would arrive late and leave early the next morning. Obviously, that week Maria was exceptionally busy. Not to mention looking forward to the event with growing enthusiasm. This would really cement her status as a ‘new woman’ not to mention a guaranteed ‘slut-wife’. She wanted to look her best and be well prepared for the upcoming party. I in turn, spared no expense and paid for her to have a complete tour of the health studio. To have her hair done, her nails manicured and her legs waxed. Everything. She chose an expensive black dress from a fine shop in town. Maria has a lot of clothes but we both wanted her to wear something new for the visit of the men. We both went together to select it. I admit, that it jumped out at me right away. Silky and extremely classy, the dress was ankle length with a low back and wafer thin shoulder straps. It was extremely expensive but would be worth it. With the sparkling jewels I had bought her previously for Banba I knew it would look tremendous. Even though I was instructed that she would not let me see her wearing everything completely until the day itself.