Mistake always happens

Mistake always happensThat evening I came from my office and found my sweet wife ready to go out for dinner. She said just the two of us?Anita had chosen a sexy short black dress, with black stockings and stilettos. She looked very classy and hot at the same time.I wanted to tear off her outfit and fuck her right there, but Ana convinced me we would have plenty time after dinner?Once we sat down at the restaurant, I asked if she was wearing any panties. Ana said no, she was not. My naughty wife gave me an evil grin, saying she wanted to be fucked tonight?After dinner, while we were going back to our car in the parking lot, Ana?s cell phone rang. It was her Black Master?This bastard wanted her to go to his place for a quickie?Anita hung up and told me we needed to head towards the other side of town. I knew the address she wanted to go.I asked if it was necessary to meet right now this black man.Ana giggled, saying next day Jerome would be very busy to fuck.She insisted I should get her in a hurry; he was waiting for her.I parked at Jerome?s driveway; so Ana got out from the car and walked to my window side. She leaned in and began talking to me. All of a sudden she lunged toward me and let out a little grunt. I asked her if she was feeling fine, but Ana did not say anything.She just kept moving back and forth. I could not see out the window because she was blocking my view. Anita was staring me dead in the eyes with her nice eyes half closed. She was biting her red lips.I whispered if the bastard was fucking her right now?Anita closed her eyes in pain and nodded a yes. This bastard was fucking my wife while I just sat there, listening music to the radio.I was sure his own black wife was inside of their house, getting dinner ready for this filthy bastard.Anita suddenly stopped moving and a little moan escaped from her. I sat still; a few seconds later my sexy wife stood up and told me to get out of the car. As I stepped out, the bastard had already gone.Ana walked to the trunk and bent over it. I saw her black dress was still lifted up to her waist and her pussy lips looked swollen and glistening in the shadows of that deserted street. Jerome had not fucked her in the ass.She spread her thighs and ordered me to lick her cum filled pussy.I walked up behind her and I could see her perfect ass cheeks framed in black garter straps. She had her feet apart to keep the balance. I spread her firm buttocks and buried my face in her hot messy pussy. I ate the creamy pie that this nigger had left there.As she said she was done with my tongue, I stood up and helped her stand upright. She ordered me to drive back home. A couple minutes later, her cell phone rang again.Ana answered and I saw her facial expression changed to horror.She moved away from me and I could hear she looked angry and furious while she talked with her Black Master...I then asked what did Jerome had told her this time?Anita giggled and said her Black Master was at his home playing poker with some of his black buddies. Just when he heard us pulling at his driveway, he went to the bathroom for a leak?When he came out to the street, we had already gone. Once inside again, one of his friends told him he had gone out to stretch his legs while Jerome was into the bathroom. He saw a blonde mature right there leaning on a car, with her black dress lifted up her waist, swaying her hips and exposing a tight ass.So, he just unzipped his trousers and shoved his hard black cock in this sweet tight white pussy from behind.I the laughed, knowing the reason why they both were angry now. Her stupid Black Master had missed his chance for a quickie.And my wife had let a perfect black stranger to fuck her so silly.I was happy, having licked some salty cum from a bastard nigger?