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Anita pays a bet again

Anita pays a bet again. When we lived in L.A., my dear Victor used to play poker with friends on Friday. That was Friday night and my loving hubby had promised me a romantic dinner outside to celebrate his new promotion in the firm. So, I was in my bedroom thinking to wear a little black dress, a sexy garter belt and stockings with sexy high heels. My cunt started to get wet thinking a sensual night after the romance… I was in the process of completing my hair and makeup when the doorbell rang. I heard Victor going to open the front door and then the well-known voices of his poker buddies filled the dining room downstairs. My hubby came up stairs and apologized for the intrusion, but he had forgot to cancel the poker meeting and as two of the guys had drove from far away, so he let them in to play a few hands. “But, honey, you promised me a romantic night out!!!” I yelled at him. “Sorry love, it will be less than an hour and then we can go out, I promise” “It better be only less than an hour!” I hissed. My husband kissed me on my lips and ran back downstairs to his buddies. The usual poker bunch always consisted of his office friend Nick, a nice neighbor called James and his tennis partner Julius. But tonight I heard an additional voice, a deep one I had not heard before. I continued getting ready for our date night stepping into my high heels. I stepped into the black lycra dress and pulled it up over my bare breasts and slipped my arms through the shoulder straps. ...

... Adjusting my breasts under the skin-tight dress I checked that my garter straps were not visible. The night was warm and I decided not to wear panties… Victor used to love that… I had a last sight in front of the full length mirror and decided to go downstairs and join the guys with a glass of red wine whilst they finished their game. As I walked into the dining room the guys cheered me with some wolf whistles admiring my sexy outfit. Then I recognized the new player. It was Francis, a huge black man from my husband’s office. I barely had met him at a firm meeting. Victor had spoken of Francis on numerous occasions about how he had fucked almost every woman in the firm and was to be credited as having a magnificent huge piece of cock. I did not mind about his cock’s size, but one thing was for sure: Francis was a real hot guy. I went over to the wine rack, selected a bottle and offered it to the table to open. Francis thanked me politely, grabbed the bottle gently and suddenly arose from the table to reveal the rest of his magnificent physique and opened the bottle. He picked up my glass tilting the bottle at the perfect angle as he poured me a very large glass of red wine. Handing me the glass our fingers brushed each other’s and a spark of electricity shot through my pussy. I smiled and thanked Francis as he returned to the table to continue his game. I must have been getting ready longer than I thought as I could see now the only players at the table were my husband and Francis. ...