Classy Slut Maria

We left but we were soon back again. Much to my delight. Maria had also promised me that she would try to flirt much more with Banba on this visit and asked me if there anything she could do that I would like. In my opinion she had outdone herself the last time. Still, I suggested she wear something low cut and leave her bra at home. As to reward Banba with a clearer view of her chest. It was so sensual to see her act in this way. I’d never seen such a side to her before and when she shook his hand for a second time there was evidence of further attraction. Sahri, though mostly silent was pleased that we seemed to be making such good friends and Maria implored them to come and visit us sometime. We both knew better and such a thing would be impossible. It was all to take her attention away. 

Maria took every chance to flirt right in front of me. Exciting Banba no end as her confidence with the situation grew. Using her eyes and subtle movements. Particularly when crossing her legs which Banba had told me, he particularly liked. Despite their great class divide, there was a genuine chemistry between my wife and this British/African man. I loved seeing her with suggestion in every move. Besides, Sahri didn’t even seem to notice it. As though her senses where beaten down somehow. My wife worked her magic. Getting me to take Sahri in the kitchen so she could talk and flirt with her husband. 

We were due to go down again on a weekday. Maybe our sixth or seventh time in four months. The three children where getting used to us now. ‘Aunt’ and ‘Uncle’ talk, though Banba inevitably sent them to their rooms on our visits. It was the christening of their new baby Sama that afternoon and Sahri wanted us to be there. She thought things were going so well. That we had become such good friends. Meanwhile, behind her back Banba had been sending letters to Maria for weeks as well as frequently calling the house to speak to her. I got a surprise, on returning home from work one day. Maria said that she had something to show me. She had spent a long conversation with him that day and she took me into our bedroom where there was wrapping paper and a box lying on the bed. With a smile she lifted up the incredibly small, grey dress that Banba had sent to her. Holding it against her figure, a suggestive smile spread across her face. The dress looked as cheap and thin as it did tiny. Typical Banba. A far contrast to the rest of my wife’s expensive wardrobe. With it came a short note asking her to wear it that coming weekend. 

My wife couldn’t resist. I watched from the bed as she undressed. Taking off both her bra and panties. I looked on as she stepped into the dress. As she pulled it up her body, it was clear that it would leave little to the imagination. The garment was ridiculously short and so very tight, stretching between the very tops of my wife’s waxed, toned thighs. I could see why Banba wanted to see her wear it for him. Maria’s breasts bulged heavily through the fabric, providing little support and without a bra, her flat, round nipples were slightly visible. Maria strutted in front of me, modeling the dress and asked what I thought. ‘I think he’ll like it’ I assured her.
Deep down, we both where very excited. We had been talking each other up all week long. I had bought my wife a set of extremely expensive diamond earrings and matching studded necklace as a gift for going through with everything. I hadn’t stopped telling her how fresh and delightful she looked wearing his dress. How much I was looking forward to everything. She in turn had been promising me how she would be wearing the new jewels for me that weekend and would be thinking of me as Banba was screwing her.

We were soon sitting in the church, having met there for the service about three rows from the back. It was a small, mostly black congregation but happily we were not made to feel out of place. Banba and Sahri where seated at the front. I couldn’t wait for Banba to see my wife. Maria was wearing the jewellery and the dress with a long black coat over the top. Far too cautious to expose the slender garment in public. She was squeezing my arm and every few seconds Banba looked over at us. He wanted to see that dress on my wife’s body and Maria could barely contain herself. I couldn’t blame him for being more interested in that than his son. Sahri didn’t notice anything she was so emotional. I was excited too but for very different reasons. 

When it was all over we went back to their house. Maria was almost apologetic as I took her coat. Certainly, Sahri’s eyes widened when she saw what my wife was wearing. Incredibly exposed and without any bra or underwear. ‘We’re going to a party later’ I lied, quickly leading her away by the arm. Sahri seemed to take it, just about. I went with my wife into the lounge; both her breasts bobbling inside the dress as I gently held her smooth, warm upper arm. Banba came in through the front door behind us, eager to get a good look at what Maria was offering. His eyes nearly popped out when he found her standing in his living room, wearing the tiny dress he had bought himself. My wife’s hands were casually placed on her hips and she was effectively posing for him. I noticed how she visibly stiffened as Banba gave her a good looking over. Banba had told her of all the white women he’d enjoyed fucking and his intention of adding her to his list. Maria had wanted it and now she was going to get her wish.

Sahri broke the spell as she came in and Banba went over to his chair. Already there was evidence of a hard-on showing through his pants. He smiled and spread his knees excitedly. His eyes where dreamy, moving over her body. Maria sat slowly on the sofa, crossing her smooth white legs. She smiled at both of us obviously loving every moment. Already I could tell from her eyes that she was looking forward to later. She had insisted I bring the camera. I had such an erection. My own cock felt ready to burst. The anticipation was as good as sex itself. The dress really was exceptionally short. To the very tops of her full thighs. Her eyes fluttered intermittently at Banba as Sahri made some tea. I wondered from the light whether he could see my wife’s nipples showing through the material. 

Sahri left the room only for a moment and Banba took his chance. Grinning broadly, he left his seat and sat closely on the sofa next to my wife. Maria watched him with amusement as the big man ogled her heavy breasts up close. He licked his lips and put out his hand. I was amazed by his boldness. He reached out and laid his palm on Maria's bare thigh, gently stroking up and down her leg. With that, Maria gave his hand a playful slap and he returned, quickly to his chair. We didn’t have to wait long. When Sahri came in and asked me if I’d like to see young Sama, Maria’s eyes told me to go. There was a wicked curl in the corner of her lip. She loved this and wanted to be alone with Banba for a little while. He too hadn’t altered his look or his long grin. There was a massive lump in the front of his trousers that my wife was more than eager to get a closer look at. With a surprisingly heavy heart I went slowly upstairs with Sahri, leaving Maria and Banba to talk. 

We were only a short while, though I wanted to keep Sahri away for as long as possible. Conscious of what might be happening downstairs. When we returned my wife was almost pushing me to the door, her small handbag over her shoulder and her coat in her arm. I was surprised at her eagerness to suddenly leave but there was an abruptness about her manner. When we got outside and began walking towards the car she smiled and suddenly seemed very full of herself. ‘What’s happening?’ I asked. Then as she arranged herself I suddenly noticed that Banba had been roughly groping her breasts through the dress. I went dry and my wife smiled again as she read my look. 

She sat patiently in the car while I got the recorder out of the boot. I didn’t want to miss anything. Maria was a little breathless and I could almost see the thrill and excitement rippling through her body. For how long had she dreamed of doing something wild and reckless? She was going to fuck with him. That much was for sure. My wife had her handbag on her knee and was expertly adjusted her lipstick in a pocket mirror. She had never done anything like this before. Nothing so clearly daring and wrong. I too finally realized that my dream was going to come true. A few agonizing minutes past. Then, suddenly Maria sat forward; looking towards the house as Sahri came out, pushing a pram up the street. The woman looked rushed and totally bewildered. Wondering what on earth was going on. She really hadn’t a clue. Banba had almost thrown her out. Probably sent her to the shops for him. Then he came to the gate, tucking his shirt into his light blue trousers and gesturing hurriedly towards the car. I felt my heart jump and shut the boot, the video-recorder in my hand. Maria got out of the car, her high heels tapping on the wet road as she hurried over to him. The big man looked impatient and desperately eager. He checked nervously up the road for his wife then flashed a thankful smile at me. Then he placed his arm around my wife’s waist and led her quickly through the gate, up the path and in. 

I followed them and closed the front door behind me. In my impatience I stepped on one of the kids toys. They, the kids that is, were all upstairs not that I could hear them. They were too young to remember anything they might hear. As I closed the lounge door I got quite a sight. Banba's big hands were all over my wife’s breasts. Lifting and squeezing her tits through the thin dress. He was like an animal. Maria looked purposely towards the camera in my hand. She was smiling and wanted me to start. I put the lens to my eye and clicked the record button. 
As it began Maria turned, put her arms, gently around his neck and began kissing Banba passionately. His black, rugged hands moved quickly down her hips and thighs. Maria seemed limp in his large arms, their mouths pressed together in a heated embrace. She rested back leisurely on his broad chest as he took the dress by the straps and pulled it roughly down to her waist. My wife’s lovely breasts fell free and she laughed as Banba held her, kissing and running his hands all over her. By now, his cock was bursting through his trousers, a lump against her stomach. I don’t think either of us had seriously realized how big he was. When Maria reached between his legs she was obviously surprised by his size. 

Sahri wouldn’t be long but it didn’t seem to matter. I couldn’t believe how exciting this was. Watching my wife and this man through the camera. Maria rested a hand on her hip, smiling purposely at the camera while Banba fondled each of her breasts in turn. I imagined all the times I’d slept with my wife. Throughout our 11 years of marriage. Never had I dreamed of seeing her like this. Yet I knew far more was to come. There was such a cruel look on her face as he rubbed her round nipples in turn with his thick fingers. I knew how much my filming would excite and drive her.

There was a rush of urgency as Banba took Maria to the sofa. My wife perched on the edge, unzipped his pants and pulling out his cock. She was wide-eyed as she stroked it in her hands. Both her hands. Banba was really big. Long and black and seriously in need of relief. It seemed the stories I’d heard of black men where certainly true. Banba waited expectantly. In fact, there was only a slight look of hesitancy as my wife opened her lips and took him in. She moaned to herself, and then began sucking it. Her head bobbing on this well-hung Ugandan man. Banba groaned, his eyes rolling and his head held back. He looked down to Maria then gave another appreciative wink to me. Sighing as her lips and hand slid up and down his big cock a little faster. 

I stood by the window, keeping lookout while Banba fucked Maria on the sofa. Only a fractional part of the time did I actually spend staring up the street. Not when the dream of my life was going on behind me. Banba had Maria’s legs pinned apart and he was already fucking her with great aplomb. The groans and gasps of pleasure echoed vibrantly around the walls of the room. I’d fantasized of watching such powerful, interracial sex and here it was with my own wife. Banba’s mammoth arms where planted either side of my wife’s chest and she was smiling deftly up at him. I could see the inbred, confident look in her eyes as she jerked back again and again on his savage thrusts. Taking his cock almost entirely inside her. The strained look that knew that this man finally had her exactly where he wanted her. My wife’s breasts where rolling and slapping together as he powered home. All nine inches of black meat driving in and out. His fast paced grunts combined with the slapping of his large balls against her body.

The camera captured every slow, building moan of pleasure from Maria’s lips as Banba’s hips romped furiously up and down between her legs. Forcing ever weary creaks of anguish from the old sofa. She looked right into the lens and it was then that I realized the twisted satisfaction she was taking. She wasn’t just acting for the camera either. The sheer size of his cock was drawing an appreciative groan of submission from her mouth. As he powerfully fucked his cock deep in and out of her, I left the window and knelt on the floor to capture this action from the best of angles. From here I could see his meat quickly spreading and penetrating my wife’s body to the hilt. Black on white such an exciting view. The steady, rhythm of their fucking a joy to my eyes.
Maria’s hands where soon tightly gripping Banba by his arms. It seemed like forever but had in fact been just a few minutes. With a moan of satisfaction she reached orgasm. Banba groaned that he was coming too. He slowed to a stiff hump then built up again. Fucking harder and sending of Maria's shoes tumbling to the floor. The wet slapping of they’re bodies reverberating around the little room together with the now heavy creak of the sofa. As his tight, brown balls thwacked against her, my wife’s legs stiffened and she came again. Banba, incensed by my wife’s second orgasm heaved forward almost immediately, ejaculating for what seemed like an age. 

It had been such a quick, impatient fuck but the look on Maria’s face said it all. Wiping the sweat from his brow Banba tucked himself away. My wife looked flustered and dry as she sat up and brought her legs gingerly together. Visibly shaken from the stiff pounding she had just taken. She gave a favourable look to Banba, but he was already quickly tiding up. Making sure that Sahri would never find out about this. At least not from him. Banba showed us out of the back door. I was amazed. Staggered even. This had easily been the most fun I’d ever had. Maria needed to lean on my arm as I led her back to the car. No one would have gotten any prizes for guessing she just been screwed by a black guy. Not in today’s world anyway. As we began the long drive back to our country home my wife was quiet and thoughtful. Thinking perhaps about what she’d done. Maybe about doing it again. 

Maria had experienced something new with Banba and she wanted more of it. The way she had teased him for nearly 3 months before letting him have her had been perfect. There was a vibrant, sexiness in my wife’s attitude that made her more appealing to me than ever. This secret, unspeakable thing that we could never share with anyone else. She said that she felt wonderful and would enjoy talking to me about what she had done with him and how it had felt. Little did we know that her next encounter was just around the corner