When I finally left my office, I sent a message to Ana. She sent me back another one, telling me the room number at the local motel. I arrived there a...d entered the room. My sexy wife was fully naked, just wearing a pair of stiletto heels; on all fours onto the bed.A huge black stud was holding her by the hips and he was shoving his dark hard cock in and out of her horny cunt.Anita grabbed the headboard as the black bastard pushed forward and I knew by the look on her face that he was swollen. He stood in front of me with that BBC at rest and then took my nipples in his fingers and began to working them over roughly and told me to tell my black master what a BBC slut I was and that I wanted to be his BBC slut. He made me beg to be my black master and to let me be his slut and his friends slut. He looked me in the eyes and told me that I needed to know that he wanted to use me as a black masters come dump, for him and his friends, and that he if I did not want to be a come dump then. This released some precum onto my hand. I raised my hips up to allow the mare to smell my juices and crotch, and she sniffed my hand and dick several times.At this point I was really horny to mate with the mare, but stepped back and took one long last look outside the stall to make sure it was clear. I knew when I started with her that it might not be quiet for long. All was quiet and there was no one around.I re-entered the stall, stood in front of the mare and peeled off my shirt. I threw it. And Anuja shifted to her a small hostel for few days until they were back. She called me:Anuja: kahan ho?Me: ghar pe.!Anuja: Aaj karna hai?She sounded desperate making me uncomfortable.Me: But kahan? Mere parents hain ghar pe.Anuja: Meet me near the bus stop.She came, and asked me to follow. She was looking confident and cool now. I was still under heavy doubts and asked where was she taking me. To which she replied, to Manali’s house.Me: Pagal ho? Wahan ke society wale dekh lenge.Anuja: Kuchh.