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We had a party at our house. I was feeling no pain from the drinks I had throughout the evening. The guests left and I must have fallen asleep on the couch. When I woke up, I noticed my wife on her knees in front of a black gentleman I had never met. She was sucking his cock, making love to it and he had his hands in her hair encouraging her. I was shocked and instantly turned on to the point of being total jello.

Staring, I tried to say something or even figure out something I should do. Thinking I could get my cock sucked also, I started undressing and as I shed my shirt, then my pants, I stood to slide my underwear off. As I stepped towards them I was the only one totally naked. My hard-on hurt it was so hard and the tip already had a small drop of cum beginning to leak out.

The man shook his head no at me and pointed to the ground commanding me to my knees beside them. I slowly sank to the ground, my face next to my wife's as I watched her sucking and taking his cock deep into her mouth, a faint smile as he held her head and fucked her. I was mesmerized watching this when he gently released her and his cock popped out of her mouth. There I was with his cock inches from my face when I realized she was not only slowly stroking it but also guiding it towards my mouth.

I looked up to him and he stared into my soul and when his cock met my lips, I opened my mouth to receive it. It entered my mouth and I ran my tongue over the head of it tasting his leaking cum, feeling the texture and warmth of it. I sucked it in trying to cover my teeth with my lips. He pressed it forward to the back of my throat and started fucking my mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening and was fearful of what my wife was thinking. Before anything more happened, she stood up and pulling his cock from my mouth started leading him down the hallway towards our bedroom.

I got up and rushing pass them, I retrieved a piece of soft rope and as my wife entered the bedroom, I handed it to her and turned around presenting my hands together behind my back. She looped it around a wrist and began wrapping each wrist finally tyeing it them solidly together so I was trapped. All this time my cock was rock hard and just dripping cum all over.

She turned away from me, back to this new guy and slipped into his arms. He kissed her and held her in his arms. He reached for the buttons on her blouse and began to unbutton them. He slipped her blouse off and then reaching forward, he unclasped her bra and her breast fell out. I was watching all this when his hands started cupping her breast feeling them. My wife's breast were now in the hands of this stranger. I was standing there naked with a hard-on with my hands tied behind my back. I had just sucked his cock, he fucked my mouth with it. My brain was complete shorted out. Next this guy unzipped the side of her skirt and it fell to the ground and I watched as she put her fingers under the band of her panties and pushed them down. She was naked for him and her breast where pressing against him as he held her in his arms. She began unbuttoning him and his shirt then slid off his shoulders. Now they were both naked and holding his cock she stepped forward into his arms again. He held her close, his cock pressing into her belly as she held it, she looking up and kissing him deeply.

"I want you now, I want you inside me now", she said.

Flipping the covers open on the bed, she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart and he knelt forward with his knees between her spread apart legs. He lay down on her and she guided his cock to her pussy. I watched as his cock entered my wife. No resistance, just sucked it right into her. He buried himself into her and her legs locked themselves around his holding him into her. He began fucking her and on his down thrust, she met him with a pounding up thrust back. They fucked with total abandonment. Suddenly she stiffened and gasped and he somehow kept fucking through her orgasm and I saw her losing it. She kept muttering,"Yes, yes, yes, ahh, ahh, harder, siss..." His staying power was amazing when finally he thrust one last time and buried as deep as he could go, he stayed pumping his seed into her. He fell back off her, she turned and pressing her back into him, she grabbed his hand and held it to her breast. They fell asleep.

I had just watched another guy fuck and cum into my wife's pussy. I had just watched him have his way with her and was now holding her in his arms asleep with her. Her pussy full of his cum after she had many orgasms from him fucking her. I had sucked his cock before all this started. I had my hands tied and a painful full hard-on with leaking cum dripping from in. I basically just collapsed to the floor and fell asleep. Maybe I just passed out from the overload.

It must have been a few hours later, getting towards dawn, I woke up and sitting up, I discovered them fucking again. He lay behind her and was fucking her spoon fashion. She held his hands to her breast and with her eyes closed was fucking back onto his cock. She looked like a bitch in heat meeting each of his thrust with one of her own. He stiffened and I knew he was dumping more of his cum into her.

When day light arrived, I got on my knees and approached the bed. My wife was awake gently playing with his cock in her hand. She motioned me to the bed and spreading her legs, she pointed me to her pussy to kiss it. I leaned forward and soon my head was buried in her matted wet pussy. I was hungry to suck it, to taste his cum, to reclaim my property. Her hand held my head to her and as I was licking and sucking, a glob of his cum dropped into my mouth and I was quickly lapping as deep as I could to get more.

I heard them giggling as she told him how attentive I was being how I was lapping like a puppy. The guy got up and got dressed. She pushed me away and stood up to be held by him one more time and to kiss him goodbye. I heard him tell her to have me help her get ready for her date tonight and that he would be very glad to fuck her silly at his place tonight.

Now, many, many years later, right now, I'm wet, I'm locked in this cage with no hope of getting out. I'm frustrated, she called to tell me she had a wonderful time and they were just going to sleep and that she just loved the feeling of her pussy full of this new guy's cum, he sure had a lot of it she said. I'll see you in the morning.

Fictional story by Kyng Kooba 2011

'I cant do this ... I ... can't', Marie mumbled as the bull's mouth pressed against her. Her voice sounded like someone else's. Tapping his friends arm Raul stepped back and Ricardo took his place. Standing, hands by her sides, motionless the tall man put his arms around her, kissing her and forcing his tongue back into her mouth. His palm reached up and rested on her left breast, the other taking her small hand and guiding it to the bulge at his crotch. As Ricardo's lips ground against hers Marie glanced down to see Raul's erect cock hanging from his trousers. He was big, like the ones John had tried to show her the other night, arched in a heavy erection that crowned in a bulbous, cut head. 'Fuck yeah'. Stepping back Ricardo tore at his pants and pulled himself out, thicker around the shaft, not quite as long, but no less impressive than his friend. Marie's eyes studied the two members impassively, the taller, lighter skinned of the two taking her hand and putting it again to his now bare dick. There was no need to ready him as he was already hard, yet Marie felt it expected of her. His skin felt greasy and hot under her touch, the wedding ring on her hand glinting in the overhead lamp. 'Mmm that's it baby ... that's it', the older man cooed. Gently she encircled his length and stroked her fist up and down, giving Raul the same duty and feeling each pulse heavily.

'I want my dick sucked'. Raul's voice was commanding and Marie knew it was expected, even if the thought made her shudder. She had come here willingly after all and despite how she was feeling, some deep, dark part of her wanted to be used like this. If only to prove to her husband what he'd lost. Marie's heart was racing as she knelt down, the hem of her dress touching the dirty floor and her high heels scratching on the dirt. 'Mmm, real pretty', the bull grinned, pushing her hair behind her ear, his erection bobbing in her face. After the cigarettes and wine, the taste of Raul's dick sliding back over her tongue was certainly different. He was big and squeezing him into her throat made her gag briefly, lips fastening around his length. Drawing him back she tightening herself around a manageable length. The bull was thick. 'Fuck yeah Marie', he said his voice already wavering. 'That's it. Suck that big dick for hubby'. Unable to look up at the grinning males she pushed her head forward again, her lips stretching down over his cock until the head fast behind her tongue. 'Mmmm yeah baby', a delighted Raul sighed. Fondling his large balls gently Marie sucked and bobbed for a few moments then let him slide out back into the cold air. 'Ohhhh', she gasped, taking a deep, uncomfortable breath.

'That's it slut, now me', Ricardo said offering his needy dick. Marie repeated the action, feeling the man's hand atop her head and closing her eyes. This time she squashed her mouth down over the hard shaft, rocking her head dutifully as the man groaned. 'Damn ... damn yeah! Going to fuck you'. 'Needs that dick don't she'. 'Dirty fucking married bitch'. 'Like having another mans cock in her mouth'. Marie took the insults moving between one then the other, back and forth, sucking, pushing and tonguing as best she could, accepting the gentle thrusting and over eager hands groping her tits. Each of them felt big, stretching her lips wide as she pushed forward, so much bigger than she'd ever had. Raul's impatience suddenly grew, sliding a hand around her neck, holding her head and fucking at her mouth with short strokes. Suck ... suck ... slurp ... suck ... slurp. 'Yeah ... yeah... '. With her mouth full of cock and saliva Marie pulled back, wanting to spit the nasty mess out rather than swallow. The warm, sticky drool slivered down her chin, swinging and gaining length as Raul rhythmically fucked her lips, before breaking off and falling into the lap of her new, ruined dress.

Raul stood hands on hips while Marie sucked his meaty dick. It was particularly satisfying because this slut clearly had a high opinion of herself. Now here she was giving him a good and rather messy blow-job. There was a distant light in her eyes. Raul had seen it in many wives on their first time and this one had been very unique. Maybe the slut knew she was getting fucked and hoped to satisfy them with her mouth alone. If she thought that she was mistaken for both Raul and Ricardo had talked at length in the bar about her pussy and how satisfying it would be lay some big loads into her. The bull knew from her husband that she had never been blacked before and was going to enjoy being her first. He'd waited long enough and now was time to enjoy the moment. That married cunt was his and it was well overdue. Grinning as he enjoyed the thought Ricardo stood beside him and rifled through the housewife's ruined handbag. He produced a small, ladies mobile phone and switched it on. 'One message slut' he joked. 'Suzie wants to know where you are'. 'Hey' smiled Raul. 'That thing got a camera on it?'.

At home John was enjoying a glass of JD with ice. Marie was late which was quite unusual for her though his earlier online chat with UrWife4Me was still in his mind and he was glad for the time alone. Would anything really happen? He had resigned himself to the negative. The simple fact was that Marie didn't have it in her. She was just to prim and proper to allow anyone to charm his way into her married knickers so easily. In fact, as he enjoyed his drink he imagined her likely staying over at Suzie's. It had been known when she'd had one too many. When his mobile buzzed he shrugged. Likely his wife was ready for him to pick her up in town. 'Marie' it read supporting his first assessment. John opened and read the message inside.

'Hey there Hubby!'. 'Strange' thought John then noticed the picture attachment above. It downloaded in a second and the image filling the screen made John drop his drink to the floor. The glass smashed into a thousand pieces. Quickly, breathlessly, John went into the kitchen and got a mop. As he cleaned up the mess he felt faint, looking up to see his son Michael standing in the doorway. 'What's wrong Daddy?', the boy said, wiping his eyes. 'Nothing son, everything's fine. Just an accident'. 'Where's mummy?'. 'She's ... she's out son' John gasped, 'she's with some friends of hers. Don't worry. Go back to bed'. The boy did as he was told and John collapsed back into the sofa, hand returning for the phone. Dark as it was the shot of his lovely wife's face was unmistakable as was the thick stem of black cock hanging from her mouth.

Marie lay on a supporting pile of boxes, staring up at the night sky as Raul aggressively fucked her. By then her dress was hitched up around her waist and her panties swung from her ankle. Despite the feelings of overwhelming guilt and occasional thought to her children Marie amazed herself as her desperate groans filled the alleyway. 'Nnnhhh ... ooohhhhh ... ohhh... '. Her cries were desperate and she tried to keep them it, but they spilt out, louder than she wanted. The bulls cock was big and already lodged deep between her legs. There had been no talk of protection and Marie felt the friction of Raul's bare dick, shoving up inside her with each thrust. 'Yeah ... yeah ... fuck yeah... '. He grunted furiously, one large arm supporting his weight, hips thrusting away on top of her.

Even after her children his size had an effect, filling her in a way she'd not experienced in a long time. Eyes wide, Marie grasped his back, his heavy balls slapping between her thighs with resolute intent, stretching and using. 'Shit ... damn ... yeah baby', Raul grunted in her face. 'Your white pussy's fucking good'. 'Isn't this what my husband wants?', she managed to say between breaths. Raul's leathery sack met her on each stroke, a jerking rhythm to his strokes. 'Mmm ... just what he wants you fucking slut!'. Slap ... slap ... slap.

'Ohh ... Oh ... Oh ... I'm coming', she gasped, feeling the rush flood through her and the juices burst between her legs. Raul was in her all the way and hard from base to tip. Her pussy was being used like never before. Gritting her teeth she hauled herself onto her elbows looking down where Raul's ass was bounding between her open legs. The pair of them rutting, mating like animals in the street. She'd never been fucked like this in her life.

Desperate, confused and vulnerable, Marie folded her leg over Raul's back. She locked her ankle over the other and held him in, just like she did with her husband. Behind him Ricardo stood, waiting his turn and gently jerking his dick. He was looking Marie in the eye and grinning, waiting his turn. Gently, the housewife rolled back her head. She was wet, very wet and jerking back against the warm boxes. 'Fucking hell' Raul gasped, stopping and slipping his cock out of her. The action made her grimace slightly as he fell free, the dark skin of his cock and balls wet with her sex. With a hot, sweaty hand he tugged the dress down around her waist, exposing her breasts fully. Both men paused briefly to admire them. It didn't matter if anyone saw, if anyone knew. People were passing the alley, un-knowing, the music blaring from the centre of town from pubs and bars alike. 'Yeah, you like black fucking don't you slut', Raul grunted, turning Marie onto all fours, so she was facing into the box pile. 'Ohhh ... I ... I... ', Marie began, her face contorted as he squeezed his dick up her from behind. Gripping her full hips hard he began to fuck again, harder now, filling the easy target that was her married cunt, completely in charge. The heavy slapping of his meat on hers was too much. She was coming again and hated them to see her so into it.

'Oh fuck me ... fuck me', the wife and mother wailed, dropping onto her elbows. Incredibly she was coming again, her orgasm unwanted but there none the less. She didn't want to enjoy this. Tears welled on her cheeks, of amazement, pleasure and shame. 'Fuck yeah ... gonna come ... gonna fill that hole'. With a whimper Marie grimaced as she felt him stiffen inside her. 'Yes ... yes ... keep going, ' she told him, wanting him to feel as good as she did. 'Daaammnn!', Raul gasped lurching forward, a controlling hand on her shoulder, spunking his thick, sizeable jelly load deep into Marie with a series of shunts. 'Shiiit yeah!'. He gave one last thrust against her, the force of his come such that Marie wilted into another climax.

Raul gently fucked back and forth, his come lubing Marie nicely before he fell from her body and stood wet and gleaming in the night light. The whole of the housewife's lower body was shaking, used and violated. Grinning with satisfaction the bull squeezed the lingering wad of come from his dick, confident he'd put a big load into Marie's reproductive system. She obviously hadn't been fucked well i a long time. Slowly, gingerly she turned onto her back. At once her fingers were upon her pussy, rubbing the lips lovingly and finding them wet and sticky with her and Raul's joint come. 'My turn', grinned Ricardo. Marie felt her bottom lip waver as her legs were roughly pushed apart and pinned back behind the knee. Open and exposed her jaw dropped as found her spot and sank his whole cock up into her belly. His penetration was so much easier and she took him all in a few moments.

'Uhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh'. Ricardo was more methodical. Drawing back he rammed home, again and again, not at all like the steady short thrusting of Raul. Behind him, the dark skinned bull was wiping himself on a paper tissue from her handbag. 'Damn' he said. 'She's a great fuck this one'. 'Mmmm ... I know it', Ricardo gasped his hands copping a feel of Marie's chest. 'Don't stop', Marie whimpered, grimacing from each forceful stroke. She felt her next climax building, starting in her stomach and travelling down each of her nearly controlled legs. The pretty, high heel shoes she'd bought only last week hung out to her side, the left one almost upturned above her head as Ricardo dutifully thrust between them with his thin hips.

With a grin Raul took out the phone again. 'Let me get some video', he said and held it up to record. 'Married pussy's the best man' Ricardo grunted to his friend. 'This one belongs to us now'. 'Yes ... yes anything' Marie wailed, coming again and squirting heavily against the big, bulls cock. 'Good, because sluts like you need regular fucking'. Kneeling beside them Raul filmed, the blinking red light of Marie's phone firing away. Grinning, the alpha bull moved back and down to where his friends cock was pounding Marie's pussy balls deep. 'Yeah check that out Hubby' she heard him say. 'Bulled black. I'm gonna be in contact with you real soon'. 'Yeeeah!', Ricardo groaned and Marie felt the inevitable gasp of air in her face and the release inside as his warm, sticky mess splattered up the walls of her married cunt. The smiling bull showed his teeth as he thrust up her gently, making sure he'd unloaded fully.

The men helped Marie up, tucking themselves away as she rearranged her dress and pulled up her panties. The whole event felt like a dream and Marie put her hands to her face in sudden and overpowering guilt. Her whole body was throbbing, particularly her well used pussy. 'Remember to tell your hubby how well we fucked you baby'. 'I will ... I will'. she sniffed, taking back the phone and popping it into her bag. No doubt John would want to know. As they reached the street Marie felt weak at the knees. The men had turned and were leaving. That was it. They'd done with her and were now just walking off. How could they make her deal alone with all these feelings and emotions. There was no love or consideration, not even after what they'd just shared. Across the road a concerned Suzie was coming towards her. All her friends were standing outside the bar, staggered, worried looks on their faces. 'What the hell Marie! Who where those men?', Suzie said as though it were not clear enough. The blonde paused, wide eyed as she eyed Marie's dishevelled state. 'Oh my God!'. Marie smiled weakly, the warmth of fresh sperm freely oozing into her married knickers.

Without a word Marie turned and started to walk, her heels tapping on the pavement. It was pretty obvious to her group of friends she just been black fucked. She was a slut, a whore and not at all the woman they thought she was. The type of woman she'd often chided with Suzie. They'd be talking about her for months. Nothing was going to be the same. Maybe if she headed home and thought about it, a way to explain what had happened to her in a way that wouldn't sound so bad. Now she just needed to go home and relax in a warm bath.

When she was out of sight she called John. 'Come and pick me up honey'. 'On my way'. Her hubby's voice was surprisingly good to hear. 'And you can tell me all about it'.

End

Fictional story by Kyng Kooba 2011

John Thompson had a framed photograph of his wife and kids on his office desk. The picture, professionally taken at a studio across town, never failed to remind the thirty nine year old Lawyer what a lucky man he was. Indeed, John often felt a surge of pride when a client or colleague commented on what a lovely family he had. His wife Marie was thirty four and as alluring and stylish as the picture suggested. She stood by her husband, smiling confidently in a designer white dress that clung well to her well kept and arousing figure. Beside her, John wore a suit and before them, seated upon an antique bench, Michael (7) and daughter Emily (4). All the Thompson's looked happy and contented. With a nice house and comfortable, middle-class, lifestyle the British family of four could want for little else.

Despite this, John, feeling so undeserving of what he had, hid a secret from his wife. He wished her to sleep with other men. Indeed, like many modern, white husbands, John wanted Marie 'Bulled Black'. He just didn't know how to approach the topic with her, afraid she might leave him if he did. Even after her two young children, Marie Thompson was a stunning woman with an extremely fine figure, well known for her charm, charity and broad, rather dark sense of humour. At thirty three she was elegant with striking, classical looks, light skin and dark hair that fell just past her slender shoulders. She was a 'Lady' and had always been confident in her body, working out regularly and keeping a neat, trim waist that lead up to a weighty, 34dd cleavage that looked as good in a bikini as a dinner dress. Marie always prided herself on being well dressed too, her bedroom wardrobe full of dresses, outfits and shoes that John lavished her with. While he liked her to look good, not for him, but for other men, she remained innocent of her husband's fantasies. As his lovely lady was putting his children to bed, John would sit in his study, chatting online to black men from all walks of life who had a specific liking for white, married women.

Over the last two years in particular John had developed a strong infatuation with begin cuckolded by a black man. He knew his white family made a perfect target for any like minded alpha male and appreciated how satisfying a bull would find it to fuck a wife like Marie Thompson. Often, he would fantasise about a black client fucking Marie over his desk while he carried out his work. Equally exciting to him was that she knew nothing of his interests and remained as loyal and perfect as ever. The locked drawer beside John's desk was always filled with interracial magazines and videos that if discovered at home would have surely horrified his wife. He had, despite contemplating it many times, never so much as built up the courage to ask Marie what she thought, much less explain to her what he wanted. During his idle hours John could imagine little more exciting and terrifying than offering up his own, well kept and highly desirable wife to a well endowed and dominant black man. She had no idea how much the man she loved wanted her used like a slut, stuffed and filled by hard cock.

Unsurprisingly, there were no shortage of men wanting to do just that, particularly when they set eyes on the lovely wife and mother. Over recent months John had even been giving out pictures and details of Marie, including, on request scans of her driving licence and passport. He always wanted to prove that she was 'real' and not some made up fantasy. At first, when asked for photographs of his wife, John had hesitated. It seemed wrong to share without her knowledge and was certainly a risk and a severe breaking of trust. Yet after the first time it became easier and John was amazed at how excited it made him feel. Wedding, holiday or family 'day out' photos followed. John enjoyed chatting to men who were experienced and dominant, particularly those who wanted to own and become part of a white family. Sex between husband and wife was regular and though John was a rather short performer, Marie always enjoyed being close with her husband, often telling him that size was not an issue for her. Despite her efforts John always felt that this was just her loving nature and more than ever, wanted a single minded, black male capable of fucking over not just his wife but his strong, healthy marriage too.

John had, in his emails the contact details of twelve black bulls with several, choice men he chatted to regularly. They were spotted up and down the country and ranged from those wanting their first white pussy to experienced 'wife fuckers' who had two or three married women on the go. Most ranged from early twenties to mid fifties although John had a sixty two year old whose proud intention was to one day make him watch while he rutted Marie bare on their marital bed. Each had been obtained from forums or advertisement pages on cuckold sites and though occasionally lured in with false promises, were captured by the white woman in the photos. 'Sharing' Marie in this way was incredibly exciting to John and each 'Bull' was in agreement that Marie needed 'blacking' as soon as possible. Often they would question him on how he was going to make it happen. Indeed, John was often told that if he really wanted this, he should tell her and deep down, he knew it.

One night, John sat in his study deciding what to do. He had been chatting about Marie to a horny black stud that very afternoon and a tissue on the desk contained the results of another erotic discussion. Once again their wedding anniversary was approaching, signalling the end of another year. Yet he had made little progress with making his dream a reality. Did he really want this or was it just a deep seated fantasy? Everything he had read suggested that once done, there was no turning back. The relationship between husband and wife was changed forever and there was no guarantee matters would progress the way he imagined. John wanted regular black dick for his wife, not a divorce. How would such a question change Marie's opinion of him. Some other husbands had even warned him away from making it 'real' although in truth he was completely unsure of how she would even react when asked. John mulled it over and with a nod told himself that he did want this for himself. He loved his wife very much but this was something more. Not just for his benefit but hers too.

After a few stiff drinks he waited until Marie had put the children to bed then intercepted her on her way downstairs. By then he was feeling genuinely apprehensive. 'Honey?', he said, his mouth dry and voice already wavering. 'I need to talk to you'. She had looked concerned, seeing the look of caution on his face and perhaps fearing some hidden, bad news. She followed as he led her to their bedroom, sitting down next to him and taking his hand comfortingly. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top, unintentionally revealing a glimpse of her full, white bra and firm cleavage as she leaned in assuredly. 'What is it John? You can tell me anything', she said, her smile warm and encouraging. 'Honey', he repeated, pausing and collecting his thoughts, unable as yet to even look his wife in the eye. How did he even begin to ask her. 'I want to know if you'd ever... sleep with another man?' John wanted to use to word 'fuck', as that was what he wanted. Somehow, rarely if ever used in the family home, it just didn't fit with his wife's aura. She was no angel but they never spoke to each other in such terms. Marie turned her head curiously and broke into a relieved smile. 'Of course not', she said, obvious relief in her voice. 'I'd never do that. God John! You know you really had me going there'. 'No, you don't understand', John answered, knowing this would be difficult. He thought of the man he had just chatted to and knew he would be willing him on. Sweating, the thoughts of his recent online discussions made his cock start to harden. 'I'm asking WILL YOU?'. He watched as, after a short pause, the recognition set into his wife's face. She knew just what he was saying and relinquished hold of her husband's hand, her face draining of colour. 'Jesus John! I don't understand', she said quietly, shocked and partly appalled by her husband. She'd not seen this coming.

Quickly, John led her to his laptop and showed his stunned partner several interracial websites. As he tapped away on the keyboard Marie saw the words 'cuckold', 'slut wives' and 'black cock' on the screen. She had seen porn before when some of the girls at work had been fooling around online during their lunch. They had been in fits of laughter but now this was serious, like the look in her husband's eyes. 'This is Jamal', her husband said, small, profile pictures of the well muscled Essex based bull popping onto the screen. They had chatted for months about Marie. 'What do you think of him?'. 'What the hell do you mean?', she asked. 'I mean do you fancy him?'. 'Oh my God John', Marie gasped rolling her eyes and for a moment seemed she was about to walk out of the bedroom. This was ridiculous and her husband was clearly ill. No self respecting woman would even entertain the idea of getting involved in something as low as this, though John's behaviour had been strange recently. So much time alone in his office. Was this what he was doing?

'I think this would be really good for us as a couple honey', he said, eagerness in his tone. A different black man appeared on screen, prompting Marie to finally turn away. It didn't matter how many he showed her. 'You think so? What about our marriage. I'm your wife John!'. For the first time there was a look of downright anger in his wife's face. The husband paused and clasped his hands. He was trembling with emotion. 'I know Hon. Just think about it ok?'

Two weeks later Marie was getting ready for her usual fortnightly 'Girl's night out' in town. The group of friends had been going out for drinks every second Saturday now for about a year and it gave the women chance to let their hair down and leave their families behind for a few hours. There were eight of them in total, two were mum's from Michael and Clara's school, another from Marie's Aerobics class. John had always looked after the kids and tonight, the ritual was no different. He had said nothing about their 'talk' since and Marie was secretly hoping it stayed that way, a blip or phase that he'd get over soon. There was no way she could ever have sex with a complete stranger, especially some black pervert John had met over the internet. What kind of woman did that? John had tried to tell her that it was becoming more popular but Marie had never heard of it. Though she'd never have admitted it openly she saw herself as 'too good' for a coloured man anyway. Mixed race couples were very rare where they lived and always raised an eyebrow when she was out with her friends.

That night, as always, Marie had really made the effort. The group of women privately competed amongst themselves on fashion as well as their figures. Marie knew she was one of the best looking in the party, even if she was a little older than the bulk of them. She wore a new, dark purple, designer cocktail dress with a black belt that, while being classy, showed off her big tits and tight, trim figure too a tee. The dress came down to mid-thigh and her gave enough of a view of her toned, waxed legs which looked even better for some stiletto high heels. Diamond earrings and tiny, heart shaped locket finished the effect, a picture of her son and daughter within. Indeed John felt particularly proud as he dropped off his well presented wife in the busy centre of town. 'See you later Honey' he had said. 'Don't drink too much'. 'Bye honey'. 'I'll give you a call to pick me up later'.

As soon as John got home he got online. Seeing Marie dressed up like that had wetted his appetite as she had, once again, looked primed for black fucking. UrWife4Me had been one of the first of John's contacts and it was his name marked as 'Online' when John opened his viewing list. The thirty eight year old black Bull whose real name was Raul Curtis had always felt there something possible with the Thompson's. Like many, he preferred white, British women, even if his ex-wife had, like him, come from afro-Caribbean decent. John seemed to have a perfect home and family life and fucking his hot, perfect wife, would prove most satisfying. Raul had been 'Bull' to several other couples in the past, even fucking some women behind their husbands back. For him, it didn't really matter though thankfully, more white couples were seeking men like him out.

'Hi Sir. How's it going', John typed, eager as ever to please. 'Good thanks John'. 'No white pussy tonight?'. 'No lol. Really need to get my hands on that hot wife of yours'.

The black stud liked Marie a lot and had coerced a large collection of her photos from her husband. As he hardened up he brought a few of them up on his browser. She had a tight figure, great tits and legs. Whenever they chatted John always showed a real eagerness to be cuckolded and understood that fine women such as his wife deserved big, black dick. Subsequently, Raul had been most pleased to hear that the white husband had finally asked his wife if she would consider it. Even though she had said 'no' it was a big step and made him feel like he wasn't wasting his time. Giving up the wife often remained simple fantasy with many husbands. 'Lol, I know Sir', John added, his mouth dry. 'Would love to hand her over to you'. 'I know you would. I want to Bull that slut soon'. 'Yes Sir, I want you to use her'.

Raul opened a wedding photo of the married slut in her long traditional dress; beautiful white skin and loving smile, her chest neatly presented. She was such an upmarket lovely. All 9.5 inches were already straining and hard, the bulbous tip standing up through his open pants. He hadn't been lying about the lack of sex. One of his regular wives was out of town and his balls felt full and heavy, a deep desire to fuck something that sat deep in his gut. 'Where's Marie's fine, married ass tonight?' he typed. 'Derby, with friends'. 'Fuck ... you know I'm meeting a buddy in Derby's later'. John felt his head start to throb. He paused and thought for a moment. Was this co-incidence or fate? What should he do? 'Does your friend like white pussy too Sir?'. 'You know he does', replied Raul. There was a long pause as the two men weighed up the situation. 'Want me to go meet her?'. The question was more of a statement because the bull would do as he pleased. Even so John's head buzzed, the same as it had when he'd had his chat with Marie the previous week. There was potential here for disaster and he knew it. 'She likes the Laguna Bar' he typed as last. 'Will be with her friends'. 'We'll keep an eye out for her', typed Raul, tucking his big dick away.

The women moved from bar to bar. They talked and drank Wine, enjoying themselves as they always did. Eventually, they found themselves in the Laguna bar. It was one of Marie's favourites with a more mid thirties crowd and less kids trying to hit on them. She only smoked when she went out and was chatting and having a cigarette with two of her friends while the others danced. As the music blared popular classics they rotated around the usual stories of celebrity gossip, fashion and known acquaintances. A group of white men, likely a stag party entered the bar and began eyeing the women with drunken smiles. One in particular, a handsome man in his late twenties eyed Marie. Maybe it was the drink but she returned his look, flirting with a simple fantasy she would never pursue. She had been used to such attention all her life though the wedding ring, prominently displayed on her finger didn't seem to dissuade him.

At around eleven, Marie's best friend Suzie touched her shoulder and nodded towards two black men sitting at a window table. 'They've been staring at you since they got here', she said. 'You know them?'. The men couldn't help but stand out in the stylish, middle-class, white bar, even if both were well presented. One of them was bald headed and bulky with arms that suggested he worked out a lot and could easily handle himself. He carried himself in a lazy way, a little scary looking but extremely confident, a big arm stretched back behind the seat and a beer open on the table before him. The second was taller and wiry, maybe ten years older than the first with chin length, dreaded hair and lighter, caramel tone to his skin; a dark, smart shirt buttoned open to the mid chest. Like the first he was sat leisurely back, his gaze was fixed on the housewife. 'No', Marie replied shaking her head. 'I've never seen them before in my life'. 'There's something about them. Maybe we should leave'. Marie glanced at the group of white men who had taken a dislike to the pair, but seemed, sensibly, to be leaving them alone. 'It'll be fine. Just ignore them', she said.

Later, Marie was at the bar. The handsome white man had, after some encouragement from his friends offered to buy her a drink but she had politely refused and told him she was married. He had seemed content with that and had given a friendly smile and shrug towards his group. Something about his timid nature reminded her of her husband. So ready to give up. The bar was filling up and people were moving towards the downstairs club that had just opened. Suzie was keen to go in but it was getting late and John would be worrying. Marie took out her purse to pay for her drink when a deep voice said, 'get that for you?'. She began to smile once again and shake her head but when she looked up the face in front of her was the black man with dreaded hair. There was a slick smile on his thick lips and she flinched as he stood a little closer then she would have liked. In an all to familiar way he quickly gave her the once over, his narrow eyes bright and sharp. For a moment Marie paused, unsure of herself and the strange look on this man's unusual face. He was not handsome but there was certainly something alluring about him that could be deemed attractive to some. 'No really, I'm fine thank-you', she added politely. Paying the bartender she began to turn away and was confronted by the other man blocking her path. Again, this man's face was friendly but masked something sinister beneath the surface. Face to face with him the second man was huge, his arms thick and his chest muscles pushing through a thin shirt. Even on her high heels, he was four inches taller than Marie, his dark skin cool in the bar light. 'Good to meet you Marie', the second man said. His voice was thick and heavy with a local accent that suggested he came from the area. 'Do I know you?', she responded, flustered that he knew her name and glancing over at her friends table. Were they playing a joke on her? 'No', replied the man, 'but I'm hoping you'll get to know me and my friend here'. Giving her a wink Marie felt her heart flutter. There was something going on here and she didn't like not being in control. The way they both looked at her and their close proximity made her very uncomfortable. Feeling insecure, she glanced at the group of white men for help. The handsome one stepped forward but one look from the large black male and he stopped dead, knowing better than to intercede.

'I'm Raul, this here is Ricardo', he continued. The dreaded haired man lit a cigarette and offered her the packet. She shook her head. 'Have to say you look better in the flesh'. 'What do you want?', Marie asked, her brow furrowed. She didn't like the way they were staring at her and gasped with amazement as Ricardo traced a finger down her bare shoulder. The audacity was compounded as he licked his lips, eyes unashamedly looking down her neckline. 'You fancy a date baby?', he said. 'Your the best looking woman in here for sure'. 'Sorry, but I told you I'm married', Marie replied with a tone of finality and once again made to walk away. 'Oh I know you are Marie', Raul smiled. 'John right? I've been chatting to him about you for ages'. 'Excuse me?'. 'In fact I was chatting to him earlier. He told me just where to find you'.

Marie stood agape as from his pocket Raul produced a mobile phone. He tapped away on it for a moment then with a broad smile held it up for her to see. There on the screen, she was confronted by a clear photo of herself, taken the previous year on holiday in Greece; smiling broadly in a two piece swimsuit, hair wet on her shoulders. 'Great body you got Marie', Raul smiled flicking through several more just like it and enjoying the look of utter amazement on the housewife's face. 'Love those big tits', Ricardo chorused with a smirk. Helplessly Marie watched as Raul flicked through photo after photo. 'Damn I like this one!' he grinned, showing one of her on the beach with Michael and Clara. 'You one hot, white mum!'. 'How did you... !' she finally snapped able at last to speak. There had to be some explanation. 'Got em from your hubby' grinned Raul at last. 'He sure likes to show you off. What say we give him what he really wants and send you home to him black fucked?'

Marie pushed past the men and staggered into to the ladies washroom. She was angry, so angry her head felt like exploding. Upset. Stunned. Turning on the tap she stood motionless, trembling slightly and for a second thought she was going to throw up. Her whole life and marriage up in the air. For a moment she saw her future, divorced, sharing the kids of weekends, explaining to them what a pervert their father was. God! How long had John been doing this and just how could be betray her confidence in such a way? How could such a man care about her at all? She recalled their recent conversation when he had asked her about sleeping with other men. Black men. Is this what he had eluded too? How had this happened? Just what else had John told other men about her? One of the photos had been her driving licence. They knew everything about her, even her address. Gasping she stared into the mirror and took several long deep breaths. She wasn't going to cry. From her purse Marie took a small photo, a miniature of the one on her husbands work desk. In it they all looked so happy. So contented. Marie composed herself. Eight years. Eight years of marriage.

Raul had just ordered two more beers from the bar. He felt a little let down and now wished he'd handled his first conversation with Marie more tactfully. After seeing and recognising her though, lust had taken over. Maybe it would have gone better if Ricardo hadn't been there staring down her dress. Marie had a high opinion of herself and Raul knew that new white wives needed to be handled with care. His friend just couldn't help himself when it came to upmarket white pussy. Ricardo tapped his arm and towards the washroom as Marie opened the door and reappeared. She had been in there ages and now her face, primed and perfect, was expressionless and clearly shaken. Looking around as if in a dream state the men watched as she past her stunned friends table and left them without a word. The group of women looked amongst themselves and one shook her head in surprise as they watched Marie walk over to the two men. She stood between them, looking like she was just about holding it together, her hand tight on the strap of the handbag.

'Can I see your phone please?'. With a wink Raul stood and handed it to her, watching as she once again, flicked through the twenty or more photos with a blank expression. 'Got a lot more of you at home Marie', said Raul. 'Your wedding photos are fucking beautiful. Hope you'll think about wearing that dress for me one day!'. 'You sure have beautiful tits', Ricardo chipped in, running his eyes up and down her figure. 'That hubby of your doesn't deserve you'. 'Well', Marie said swallowing dryly. 'Your right. He doesn't deserve what he has. And my breasts ARE better in real life'. The men exchanged another grin and Marie felt Ricardo's hand discreetly touch her ass through the soft, warm fabric of her dress. What was she doing. Her body stiffened under his touch, unfamiliar and alien. 'That's more like it', he whispered in her ear. Her head throbbed and for a moment she felt faint once more. She could feel the looks from the group of white men just as she could from her friends table. Sheer and total amazement. 'You up for this?', Raul whispered, stepping closer. 'Yes', replied Marie looking him in the eye. 'Yes I am'.

Raul took Marie's hand. She kept her head down, unable to look at the handsome, bewildered white man as she was led her out of the bar. The big man had no such problem and winked at him as they past. It was cold outside and the wind blowing against her bare legs and arms felt like a sign to turn back. This was a mistake. It felt bizarre. In all the time she'd been with John not once had she been unfaithful. Her experiences in bed had been with loving men prior to him and something told her this was going to be very different. The two men here were over eager and she could feel their need. Despite the cold her breathing was hot and heavy. She was partially terrified but something else had taken over too, a steely view of her husband she hadn't experienced before. This was all his fault and he would have to take the consequences. Was this anger resentment or was she actually trying to please her no good partner? Normally so confident in herself she had never felt this type of confusion. Everything ahead of her was a blank haze as her designer high heels tapped quickly on the wet floor.

'Oh', she gasped as Raul pulled her towards the mouth of a dark alleyway. 'Not here', realising the futility of her statement. 'Yeah here Marie', a dominant Raul said. They were in the centre of town and she neither man was willing to wait, let alone drive to the comfort of a hotel. 'Alright' she said silently to herself. 'If this is what you want John'. She followed behind Raul, hair bobbing on her shoulders and holding her handbag tight. Stepping carefully over a large, dirty puddle they past two, large bins piled with waste. The back of a shop vented steam in to the night, whisps of gas rising towards the clear sky. 'Ok', grinned Raul looking around, the trio hidden from the street front and standing beside a pile of cardboard fruit boxes. Marie looked down distastefully at two used condoms, the content leaking into the alley and mixing with the filthy water. Then up at the two dark faces. Dropping her arms to her sides she was trembling, partly from the cold but nerves played a part. Ricardo made her shudder as he aggressively pushing her handbag off her shoulder, the expensive accessory instantly ruined as it fell with a 'splash' and began soaking up the filthy water. 'Let's get a feel of those fucking tits'. 'Oh my god!', she whispered to herself as the dread-locked man's rough hand moved from one breast to the other, groping through the dress, Marie felt helpless and turned her head away as they touched her. It felt so wrong, so untrue to John. Whatever he had done, she'd taken her marital vows seriously.

'Yeah bitch is fuckin' fine', Raul mumbled joining his friend, their grins and groans of excitement filling the alley as they touched and explored her body, pulling her dress this way and that. At last the large black bull stepped forward and powerfully took her hips, pulling her onto him. Already his huge, experienced cock nudged forcefully through his trousers and into her mid-rift. 'Damn, I've wanted you for a long time', he added, hands reached down and groping her ass, pulling her up and apart, body flattening against him while he inhaled deep on her expensive perfume. Resisted his first kiss Marie took the second as his mouth pressed against hers. The taste of beer on his tongue and breath almost made her heave as she closed her eyes tight. As they kissed she felt Ricardo lift her dress from behind and expose her lace knickers, a thin hand sliding between her legs. 'You one hot white bitch', Raul whispered in her ear as his mouth ground against hers. 'Gonna fuck you good tonight'.

My wife and I attended a wedding of a nephew in Miami at the Doral Hotel and Spa. The day of the wedding the guys all played golf and the girls spent the afternoon at the spa. By the time the wedding came around the wife was feeling and looking good from the massage facials and other pampering she received at the spa. The wedding was outside and the reception was at the championship pavilion on the golf coarse. There was good food, open bar and a great band. Nancy really let loose and by eleven AM she was feeling no pain.

In the band there were two black guys, Anthony the horn player and Travis the drummer. During the breaks the two guys were chatting up and flirting with some of the ladies, as they were in line at the bar. Nancy was no exception but in a playful mood and with her inhibitions down from the alcohol she flirted back big time. During one of the breaks we walked outside and several members of the band were smoking pot off in the corner of the patio. Travis offered Nancy some and she took several hits from the butt. I knew from past experience that pot makes Nancy horny as hell and it wouldn’t take much to have her back at the room being a slut. I teased her as about answering the rsvp for the reception. It asked if the attendees wanted chicken or fish. I asked if she chose chicken and asked for Dark Meat. She elbowed me and said,”you wish.”

About one AM the reception was winding down and as the band was packing up. I said to Nancy that I thought Travis was really in to the white ladies at the reception and went on to say that he seemed to especially like her. I asked if she would like to ask him back to our room for a “nightcap” and it surprised to me, she said yes. As a matter of fact she said, she would ask him herself. (We had often role played about her and a black guy.) She asked that I give her and Travis a little time to get acquainted before I came to the room and I said OK.

Travis was going out the door when she grabbed him. I saw her whisper something to him. He hesitated for a second then a big smile came over his face. You could see he said, “I’ll be right back”. He walked over to Anthony, they had a brief conversation. Then he walked back to Nancy and they walked out together. She glanced over her shoulder and gave me a little wink and a smile.

Since the open bar was closed, I went to the bar in the hotel and ordered another drink. After several minutes Anthony walked into the bar. I bought him and drink and he said he and Travis were riding together, so he was just hanging out waiting for him.

After about fifteen minutes I suggested we go to the room to see what was going on. As we entered the room we could see the light from the bathroom was on and the door was half open. There lying on the bed was Nancy and Travis locked in a deep kiss. Travis had his shirt and shoes off. Nancy’s dress was on the floor and she was wearing a light blue bra and panties set. Her thigh high stockings and heels were still on.

Travis was a big guy, maybe six foot three or so, lean but very muscular and very dark. My wife on the other hand was barely five six, blond and very fair skinned. The sight of them on the bed in an embrace, kissing, their hands exploring each other’s body gave me an instant hard on. Anthony and I still had our drinks in hand so we both took a seat in a sitting area by the bed. We watched as Travis unhooked my wife’s bra, discarded it and began to kiss and suck on her full white breasts. His hands kneaded them like they were bread dough, as he kissed and sucked on them. Her nipples went from large pink silver dollar size to small dark with eraser size tips. His hand then traced down her body until it reached her legs. I could see her spread her legs slightly to allow Travis access to her pussy. He pushed her panties aside and his finger massaged her clit for several seconds, and then disappeared inside the folds of her pussy. As it did my wife drew her legs up and arched her back to meet his hand. Travis finger fucked my wife, as he was kissing her, for several minutes. From the moaning and breathing coming from my wife I knew she was near her first orgasm. Travis was an expert lover and brought her right to the brink several times then let relax back into a state of euphoria.

My wife’s hand was massaging the bulge in Travis’s pants and as he pulled away slightly to allow her hand to come down, she began tugging at his belt. Travis got up and stood by the side of the bed. He unfastened his belt and pants and let them fall to the floor. My wife was transfixed at the large bulge in the front of his briefs. She was glassy eyed from the alcohol, pot and sexual tension that Travis had provided. Travis hooked his thumb in the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them down. As the elastic cleared his cock, a smile was apparent on my wife’s face.

For the first time she saw Travis’s uncut manhood. He kicked the briefs aside, stood in front of my wife, pulled his foreskin back as he stroked his cock. A drop of precum formed on the head of his cock and Travis used his finger to moisten the end of his cock with the precum.

I saw my wife raise her butt off the bed and tug at her underwear. Travis reached down and peeled Nancy’s panties off and tossed them to Anthony. As she relaxed back down on the bed, her feet came up as far as they could on the bed and her legs spread farther apart. Nancy’s pussy was now exposed and available to Travis. She reached her hands toward Travis in a gesture welcoming him to her married white body. As he positioned himself between her legs, I saw Nancy’s reach down, take Travis’s black cock in her hand. She skinned back the foreskin and rubbed it up and down the lips of her pussy. Travis placed his arms under my wife's legs and raised them over his shoulders. I noticed that my wife’s fingers could not encircle his black cock as she guided the swollen bulbous head into her pussy. As the head pierced past her inner lips, I could hear my wife moan as air escaped her lungs. Travis pushed several inches into her pussy and began to withdraw, allowing my wife’s pussy to adjust to his size. As he withdrew the lips of her pussy were pulled out by the skin-to-skin friction of his large black cock against the walls of her tight white pussy. The sight of their coupling was intoxicating and I unconsciously unzipped my fly and started stroking my cock.

When Travis pushed forward again my wife turned loose of his cock and wrapping her arms around his back pulled him into her. I heard her say”Oh fuck yes” as he stretched her pussy walls again working half of his cock into her. He took several more minutes, his back cock exploring new depths of her married white pussy, until he was all the way in. He paused to get a better position. Rising up on his elbows and knees he started a rhythmic assault with his black cock. Thrusting all the way in until his loose balls slapped on my wife’s asshole. Then withdrawing until just the head of his fat cock as inside her.

It wasn’t long before my wife had her first orgasm. Panting and short of breath I heard the unmistakable sounds as the first contractions of her pussy caused her to squirt. She had no time for her usual embarassment when she squirts as Travis continued his mission to fill my sweet wife with his cum. Each time as he thrust in again there was the sound of wet skin slapping against skin. Travis continued until my wife was about to have a second orgasm. I could see that his balls were no longer hanging loose and there was wet white liquid on the base of Travis’s cock as he withdrew from her pussy. After some time had passed his nut sack had tightened up into a large knot about as big as my closed fist.

As she went over the edge for the second time, and the muscles of her pussy contracted around his black cock, I heard him groan. His nut sack now tight against the base of his cock, he plunged all the way in and I could see his sphincter muscles pulsating as he flooded my wife’s womb with his cum. Her arms were now flung back on the bed as she orgasmed. When she realized that his cum was spilling into her, she thrust her pelvis to meet his and grabbed him by the butt cheeks pulling him into her, her nails digging into his skin. The tip of his black cock was delivering black seed to the opening of her cervix.

At the same time I shot my load on to the carpet in front of my chair.

They were frozen in that position for what seemed like a long time. I heard Travis say, “Damn that’s good pussy” and my wife exclaim, “ Oh shit.” As Travis collapsed and slid off of my wife onto his knees, then out of bed, I could see a large glob of cum oozing out of my wife’s pussy. Her inner lips moist, and red from being fucked. Her clit still engorged with blood.

In my excited state I had lost track of what Anthony was doing and when I looked he was nude except for his socks. He too was stroking his cock, (not as big as Travis’s but still bigger than mine) while smelling my wife’s panties. I heard Travis say, “next” and Anthony climbed between my wife's legs. His cock was cut almost as long but definitely not as fat as Travis’s. He slipped into her with ease and began thrusting into Nancy’s cunt. Before long my wife had her third orgasm and Anthony too emptied his balls into my wife, flooding her pussy for a second time with black seed.

Both Travis and Anthony dressed and gave my wife a kiss goodbye, as she played with her pussy in the after glow. They left the hotel room and as they closed the door my wife called me to the bed. Having had just cum a few minutes ago my dick was limp. I kissed her and told her I loved her, as I sucked her sensitive breasts. I felt the hair above her pussy it was wet and matted with her black lovers' cum. As I lay there beside her she was trying to coax a hard on back to my cock with her hand. She swung around and took my cock into her mouth, kissing and caressing it with her lips. Her pussy was now only inches from my face and I could smell the pungent aroma of her couplings with Travis and Anthony. She brought one leg up and I could see her pussy stretched open, her inner lips red, and her clit still half engorged. I bent my head between her legs, kissed her pussy then used my tongue to taste the sweet and salty nectar of the night. After several more minutes passed I was hard again. She flipped around, mounted me and we rode each other to mutual orgasms.

We slept until noon the next day, showered, packed and headed for home, where Nancy is a PTA / soccer mom mother of three, with a black cock memory that brings a smile to her face when she thinks about it.

By Kyng Kooba.
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We returned to England a very different family. So much so that during the flight I wondered with some concern if anything would ever be the same between my wife and I again. While our young daughter Poppy played happily between us, oblivious to it all, she remained distant and pre-occupied, virtually silent throughout the journey. It was as if she was contemplating going back to our old lives and what our Kenyan holiday meant for her marriage and future. Just how would she feel when we arrived back at our home, when saw her friends again or met her parents? Would she be able to look any of the in the eye? I knew, at least on the surface she was blaming me for everything that had happened. My wedding ring was still on her finger but somehow that symbolism had been irreversibly tarnished. It was I, after all, who had first slept with one of her friends. Yet I did not feel as worried then as I did during the flight home. I had cheated out of boredom and all the usual excuses yet now, with our holiday behind us I don’t think I’d never been as attracted to Kirsten.

During our stay at the Malindi hotel and after some initial reluctance Kirsten had slept with a local man called Edamu. 'Eddy', to the tourists worked at the hotel, but was more often to be found staffing the beachside bar with his friend Mashudu and nephew Sima. I had observed very early that the bar was something of a hotspot for white, Western pussy. With some careful manipulation on my part it was only a matter of time before one of these simple yet experienced black men's sites set on my lovely English wife. Eddy had been the first to get into her married knickers. Shelving her previous inhibitions and morals Kirsten spent a night fucking the older, horny stud while I watched with glee. There was no doubt in my mind that by going through with it she had shocked and even shamed herself. Though certainly at the time Kirsten seemed to have enjoyed the whole experience far more than she would readily admit. Over the course of the holiday I had watched, more than once as Eddy eagerly ravaged her with his big African dick and even shared her with his two co-workers on the final night of our stay.

Would she miss the charismatic and extremely well hung Eddy. Or he her? From the day we had arrived in Kenya I'd been amazed by the sheer number of Western women openly parading on the beaches with local men. Some, but not all were married and Eddy, with his prime location had a well built reputation for fucking holidaymakers. Kirsten was likely just another opportunity that had come along, if a very attractive one. At thirty five, she was in her best years: stylish and upmarket with shoulder length, dark hair and a model figure. Her legs were shapely legs with rounded thighs and with a natural, 32DD chest Eddy and his friends had spied an opportunity to put our marital difficulties to the test. Would it be the last time my wife fucked black? Before leaving she sat me down and made me promise that I would never tell anyone. I thought of the image my wife and I portrayed back home and how shocked anyone would be to find out the truth, especially our family or friends. Still at the time it seemed right to agree to her request. She had gone far further than I’d ever dreamed possible.

After a month I was not alone in missing Kenya. Our old English house was adorned with the mass of African items my wife had brought home and she still talked with such enthusiasm to company about our holiday there. Sex between us was also different. Her mind distracted, almost as if I could not satisfy her the way Eddy had. I found this to be disturbing and not something I had experienced with any woman in the past. Maybe I thought that once she got home, back into a regular pattern everything would return to normal. Kirsten would not have admitted it readily but the intensity and raw power of Eddy’s eager fucking had left a hole in her mind. It had been so primal; urgent and wild. All I had other than the memories was the mobile phone video I had secretly taken during their first time together. As a twenty two second long clip it reminded me what had happened that night. After a few more weeks I posted the video on one of the internet interracial forums. Yes, it was another betrayal of her confidence but I could leave things the way they were. My post was entitled ‘British wife fucked on holiday – Kenya’ and included a short biography and the video uploaded as an attachment. Within a week the video had four hundred views and though it didn’t show Kirsten’s whole face it felt so satisfying to share.

It was several weeks later that I received an email from an unlikely source. Rick, the cuckold hubby whose wife Joanne had been my ticket into the lifestyle contacted me. They had been staying in the next room to us and I had, unashamedly followed her and Eddy up to their hotel room that second week and listened to them fucking through the wall, my pants around my ankles as I imagined my own wife performing such a duty. Luckily Rick had seen my message on the forum and from the information I had posted was about fifty percent sure of Kirsten’s true identity. Pleased that he had found me he desperately wanted to talk and gave me his phone number. When I told Rick that Eddy had fucked Kirsten only days after their leaving he roared with laughter. It was understandable considering my wife’s first, disparaging reaction when finding out about Joanne’s black cock habits. ‘I knew it’ he said of Eddy. ‘You wouldn’t believe that guys reputation’. ‘The thing is’ I said. ‘I’m finding it hard to leave it at that’. ‘She been fucked since?’ he asked. ‘No’ I replied sadly. ‘Trust me, she’s thinking about it’.

Over the following months my wife and I became distant to the point that it was picked up on by some of our family, most noticeably her father who sensed something was wrong. He called one night and spoke to me privately to ask if everything was going alright. Not wanting Kirsten to know he’d called he gave me some genuine concern as he saw the two of us drifting slowly apart. I felt something had to give and a month or so later it did. For weeks I had been planning to attend a work function that was supposed to last several days. However, I had been feeling under the weather and decided on the final morning of the conference to drive home early. It hadn't crossed my mind to let Kirsten know and after a long, morning journey I pulled into our home around one-thirty in the afternoon, tired and ready for something to eat. Parked outside our Victorian house was a small white, works van with a motif on the side relating to a local bathroom company. I didn't think too much of it at that moment. We had, the previous year, had our bathroom redone but it did seem odd my wife would have work done without even telling me. Still, it showed how little communication we had lately.

Poppy was in the lounge when her father walked in. Putting my briefcase down I stretched my back and crouched down beside my daughter, stroking he hair. 'Hi honey' I smiled, lifting her chin. She grinned up at me, sitting in the middle of a huge scattering of Lego bricks. 'Look daddy' she laughed pointing to the house she had made. 'That's lovely' I said. 'You do that all by yourself'. She beamed and nodded. 'Where's your mother?'. 'She's upstairs with George'. I stood up and frowned. The name was unknown to me. Poppy turned her attention to her creation. 'Has George been here before honey?' I asked. Something felt wrong and for a moment I felt slightly faint. Could it be? 'Uh-huh' my daughter nodded. 'George and mommy are good friends'.

Quietly I shut the door and headed up the stairs. From around halfway up my fears were answered by the sounds of muffled, aggressive sex coming from our bedroom. Swallowing dryly I scratched my head. Kirsten was cheating on me: here at home. I felt my heart race and my palms grow sweaty. What did this mean? My urges drove me on, across the landing and to the closed bedroom door. Urgent sounds of fucking came from within. I couldn't believe it but something dark drove me on. Slowly I dropped my eye to the keyhole. Inside the bed was ruffled but over the window dresser, with one leg raised up to the surface was my wife. Her patterned blouse was open, breasts pulled out over the top of a red bra with a pair of purple knickers hanging loosely from her ankle. Behind her, with both hands firmly on her hips was a muscular black man of mid twenties with short, braided hair. He was in white overalls but his top was unfastened and his trousers gathered between his feet. He was fucking Kirsten with furious intent, so much so that several items had rolled off the dresser and lay scattered around the carpet.

Kirsten's head was lolled back and her eyes were closed. A look of subtle pleasure on her majestic face. The man's hips were like pistons, driving back and forth at pace. 'That's it....that's it' she was gasping over and over, her breasts jerking and bobbing furiously on each stroke. 'Yeah, you beautiful bitch' George rasped through pursed teeth, eyes trained down to were the butt of his thick black dick was just visible sliding in and out of her pussy. The look on my wife's face was one I had seen several times in Kenya. . 'Uhhh....uhhh...oh don't stop....Uhhh...'. Who was this man who was royally filling my wife while I was away? Had she been seeing him long and when had this started? Suddenly Kirsten's recent emotional distance from me seemed understandable. Guilt, shame about her affair, yet it was only what I had done to her first. My wife's wedding ring caught my eye, on the hand currently clasping the edge of the dresser. Suddenly I snapped back to reality. An erection pushed up through my suit and uncontrollably I unzipped and began to stroke. Somehow I wanted to speak but couldn't. All I could do was watch and enjoy. The similarity with our time in Malindi was unavoidable.

'Fucking hot baby' George gasped. 'Your pussy's fucking good'. A bottle of expensive perfume overturned and bounced onto the floor, the liquid gushing out in waves that soaked rapidly into the carpet. 'Show me those big tits baby' he added reaching forward and squeezing my wife's heavy chest with a sweaty hand. 'I'm all yours' she sighed over her shoulder, loving his touch. Faster he drove himself against her ass, teeth clenched with the sound of flesh on flesh rhythmic and vibrant. 'Gonna come Kirsten....' he panted, my wife dropping her head and squeezing her eyes tight. He was big this fellow. 'Uhhhh....urrrrggggh....' she croaked as she reached orgasm, George slamming home so hard he raised her body off the dresser with each thrust.

'Yeeeaaah'. With a series of grunts he shot his load, hips slowing and savouring the moment.

I joined them. My spunk squirting into my hand and against the door as I staggered to the bathroom. My head cleared. Certainly I didn't want to be discovered but it took but a second until I was back, head crouched at the keyhole. 'Damn baby this is getting better' George was grinned as he put his long black cock away and tugged up his pants. My wife smiled in agreement and slid her knickers back up into position with a shake of her hips, dropping her skirt over the top. 'I think your right' she smiled. He stepped in and they kissed firm and hard, her slender arms around his broad neck. Feelings of protection and jealousy rose from within but I waited, dodging into Poppy's room as they past by me and headed downstairs. My wife would see my car. She would know I was here. I waited, the sound of voices too distant to interpret.

After maybe ten minutes I heard footsteps on the stairs. It was my wife and she was alone. She looked at me as though she expected to find me there but her look was hollow and drained. 'You watched?' she said reading my look. She knew me well. 'I'm glad'. 'I'm glad too'. She, maybe hoping her statement would hurt me was bemused and a little disappointed to see my enjoyment. She went over to Poppy's bed, sat and crossed her legs. 'Is this what our marriage is now? a peep show'. Folding her arms in defiance she looked away from me out over the garden. 'Don't pretend you don't enjoy it honey' I said. 'I know you do'. In moment my wife's sense of superiority seemed to crumble. Her face buckled and she wiped a tear from her eye. 'What can I do Peter?' she sniffed. 'We can go back....and you can continue what we started'. She looked up at me. In her face I saw it all. Kenya, the betrayal, Eddy. Perhaps him most of all. 'I know you miss him?'. 'Eddy?' she smiled sadly, 'more than I thought possible. I think about him every day. What's wrong with me?'. She sighed and I wondered if, in those few short days, my wife had begun to love another man.

Kirsten was a slut for black cock now. She just didn't understand it yet, or rather was unwilling to admit it to herself. Eddy and his friends had trained her well and now she was just like the women she had once looked down on. Like Joanne. This was what had these western wives coming back year after year. It made sense to me now and I could certainly understand the part of the willing husband. I had no reason to expect that matters would continue just as they had left off when we flew out there. George had been a casual encounter. An opportunity that my wife had taken to fuel her need, but Africa was where this had started and that was where her heart lay. If watching my lovely English wife get fucked into submission by powerful black dicks would help her, then my path was set. Indeed, I longed for it. We both did, though I was more ready to admit my need. With that I mind I called Rick. He was astounded and delighted but not surprised by what I told him of Kirsten and George. Both he and his wife Joanne went to Malindi several times a year and true enough they had a two week vacation booked in August. 'It'd be easy to add another few tickets' he teased.

We took up the offer and flew back to Kenya towards the end of summer; me, my wife and our daughter Poppy. Throughout I had a deep sense of satisfaction and anticipation for what lay ahead. Our family together again and jetting into an all new adventure. All this had started by my sleeping with a black friend of Kirsten's. How the tables had been turned. It festered in my mind, from the moment the plane took off until we finally arrived and stepped off onto the baking tarmac of the airport. Just how much of this would have happened had I not cheated on my wife? A cab took us along the familiar coastline, past the tourist shops and bars. Through the markets of locals selling all manner of items from fruit to fake jewellery and towards the high-set row of hotels that lined the beachfront. It felt like home. We had past several shanty towns on the edge of town, small houses of clay and brick that suggested how much these people needed tourism. Our two worlds seemingly completely separated by wealth.

Being back in the hotel lobby seemed strange but there was an odd sense of excitement too; of anticipation. As I checked in I expected that any moment Eddy or Sima would spy us and come over. Perhaps invite us to the beach bar for drinks. My wife, actually laughed as she unpacked her case, love in her dark eyes for the first time. As before we had secured Poppy an adjoining room but even then I knew that I was more likely to be sharing it with my daughter while her mother entertained guests next door. Kirsten was a beautiful woman and if her previous suitors were not available, others surely would be. It was some time since I’d seen her so happy. I knew that she would be heading down to the beach to announce her arrival to the local black cock contingent relatively quickly and so after changing and showering she slipped into a two piece red bikini and gathered her mat and beach bag. The small top hardly contained her lovely, big tits and I recalled how cautious she had been on our last visit to showing herself off. ‘See you later’ she smiled, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

The children’s play area in the lobby had come in very useful and after an hour I left Poppy there to head down to the sea front. The air felt salty and warm on my skin. Despite the time of year the public beach was around half full and the sun hung in the sky a pulsating ball. It was hot and humid, golden sand stretching from left to right down to end of the bay and past the long line of hotels. Beyond lay the dense, impassable jungle. Our hotel did have a more private beach only available to hotel patrons and home to Eddy’s bar. I was not surprised to see my wife laid out there, on her front and sunbathing with her bikini top unclipped. However, the fellow putting out the drinks in front was not Eddy but a younger man I didn't recognise. No sign of Sima or Mashudu either. I walked over, passing a white woman of mid forties hand in hand with a twenty year old local black boy. Such sights were commonplace in Malindi. As I approached Kirsten followed my look with jealous eyes. Getting her a black dick would be easy but she didn't want just any. That we both knew that.

We lay together facing the beach. My wife, now topless and resting on her elbows. Past us walked several more interracial couples, one incredibly well muscled young man with a radio on his shoulder. Kirsten watched him pass, gaining his attention for the course as he ogled her body with a horny grin. It seemed entirely plausible why so many western women flocked to Kenya for sex. It was available and just knowing that there were any number of black men waiting to take my wife off my hands was intoxicating. Pushing up her sunglasses she leant forward and let me run sun tan lotion into her back. Still no Eddy. 'We'd better go and pick Poppy up' she sighed at last. With that my rather frustrated wife and I returned to the hotel and she led our daughter by the hand up in the lift. She wouldn't have said it, but I expected she had visions of some romantic reunion with Eddy. Where could he be?

Rick and Joanne had arrived by an earlier flight but we had arranged to have dinner together that evening. My wife put on a long, summer skirt that though fell down to her ankles traced the shape of her ass and legs perfectly. Putting on a sky blue, sleeveless blouse she slipped into some cream, strapped sandals. The fit on the blouse was quite loose and irregularly revealed the straps of her white bra beneath. Her favourite small, silver cross hung around her neck on a slim chain. A hand-down from her grandmother while, in contrast the gold engagement and wedding ring shone on her finger. A few squirts of £150 perfume and she was ready. Our friends were already halfway through their buffet when we walked in, Joanne and Kirsten sharing pleasantries, a knowing rather coy look on my wife's face as we got reintroduced. She had been none too approving of Joanne's behaviour on our last meeting. Yet as before, the northern British couple were warm and friendly. It was all behind us now. Kirsten was her usual pleasant self, watchful as Joanne played with Poppy for whom she had developed a strong liking. Rick's wife was certainly a desirable woman in her own right with two adult children but a superb body. They had been into the swinging and party scene for years and Rick had told me some unbelievable stories. Her figure was tanned with, full, lovely shaped breasts and curvy legs. Dark blonde hair that was cut into a chin length design swept behind one ear. She was wearing a purple top and shorts combination that though inexpensive showed off her body. It was no surprise Eddy had owned her married pussy so many times.

We ate our meal and chatted about home and work. Throughout Joanne seemed to be flirting quite openly with the waiter. Certainly I got the impression that she knew him. He was mid twenties with short hair, fiercely defined facial features and a lean, slim figure. Most of the hotel employees had a buoyant, enthusiasm about them and this young man was no different. Their manner was perhaps not surprising with so much white pussy on offer. Rick could see it too but remained silent, as if sworn to secrecy. After the meal I ordered a bottle of wine which we shared. Another followed. It was dark outside by then but the wind was getting up and the sea became audible through the open air dining room which I'd say was about half full. Kirsten reached across the table and held my hand. Her sudden warm nature surprised and delighted me. For the first time I truly felt the role of the supporting husband. Perhaps seeing this, Joanne leaned across the table and lowered her voice. 'Well' she said quietly and with a light in her eye, 'ready to get fucked?'. My wife's eyes widened and she nearly choked on her wine, looking around for any guests that might have overheard. Joanne was enjoying herself. 'Well...i....i'm....' Kirsten stammered but wasn't fooling anyone. Her face was priceless. 'Andi there has been eyeing you all evening. He really fancies you'. The young waiter was within earshot and smiled broadly. I realised that this had been planned and felt me heart start to resound. Letting go of my hand Kirsten covered her mouth in embarrassment. Everyone at the table was all smiles except for her. 'It's alright' beamed Joanne. 'I've already promised you'll sleep with him'. 'You did what?' my wife gasped. Pushing back her hair Joanne took a big sip from her glass. 'That's Eddy's other nephew and he'd love to spend the night with you' she said. 'He's just waiting for you to ask him'.

My cock was throbbing beneath the table. I couldn't believe how much I'd missed this. Seeing my wife on the spot was terrific. Andi the waiter winked at her again and for a moment I thought Kirsten was going to get up and walk out. This wasn't her. This wasn't the woman she'd been raised to be. Looking around our glowing faces changed something inside her. Clearly we all wanted to see her offer her pussy to this young stud. Who was she kidding? With a smile in his direction Andi came over quickly, allowing Kirsten to whisper some words in his ear. He grinned again broadly and began clearing the table. 'Two hours....two hours' he grinned tapping his watch and gazing at her with horny intent. 'I think you've made him a happy man' Rick said draining his glass. 'Lets go up to our room first. We've a surprise for you'.

Kirsten took Poppy to the play area, promising to spend some time with her the next day. Our daughter seemed oblivious to what was going on and wasn't too pleased at being left behind. Yet as soon as she saw the huge array of amusements her mood changed. The lift took us up to the fifth floor and we walked silently with an air of anticipation along the carpeted corridor until we reached room 512. Pausing, Rick took out his key and knocked. To my surprise a white, heavily tanned man of early 40's answered. 'Hey Pepe' Rick said. 'They here?'. The Italian looked over the four of us then showed us back into the room that adjoined Rick and Joanne's. They hadn't said anything about inviting another couple though they all clearly knew each other well. I took Kirsten's hand and led her in, immediately met by the strong scent of cigarettes. I recognised them at once.

On one chair, stripped down to his waist was Sima. The early twenties young bull had taken his share of white pussy, including my wife's and his eyes lit up expectantly when we walked in. His handsome features focused on Kirsten and spread into a welcoming smile. He liked her. Liked her a lot, however, my wife's eyes were on the second man. Eddy sat with a cigarette between his lips and a content grin on his face. The charismatic African had an open shirt and white shorts on. Flip flops on his feet. His greying hair was slightly longer and still tied back. The trace of stubble on his chin and cheeks. As his lips spread into a big grin one of his gold teeth glinted in the nearby table lamp. Unsurprisingly he had a beautiful woman on his arm. She was simply stunning, late thirties with long blonde hair but looked like a model, the designer blue dress so short as to draw attention immediately to her supple, shapely and rounded thighs. Eddy's hand rested on her knee and I knew at once this was Pepe's wife.

Pepe indeed introduced his wife Seline to us who spoke little English apart from the odd phrase. They had been there over a week they had been coming to Kenya for many years. Eddy obviously knew them well. Indeed his gaze hardly left her, except to grin at the two British women who had just arrived. Seline had an upmarket feel to her, cool and collected. It was not what Kirsten had expected and as she sat with me on the couch I could feel confusion and uncertainty in her actions. There was the man she had been thinking of constantly since we had left. Yet the hung African seemed totally fixated on the beautiful Seline. I went over and opened the window. Despite the air conditioning the room was hot and there was an air of intent added to it. 'Really good see you again' smiled the handsome Sima to Kirsten in his best English. 'You met my brother Andi yes?'. Kirsten blushed and Rick laughed. 'Yeah Sima, she's met him alright'. 'He fuck already?' gasped the young man in pride. I squeezed my wife's hand. 'Not yet. In an hour or so' I replied for her. We all grinned. 'Good...good'.

He rubbed his hands together, likely wishing he could join his brother. However, Joanne crossed the room and sat on his lap. In a few moments she was rubbing his crotch and his hands were all over her ass. Watching through the corner of her eye Kirsten re-crossed her legs. They kissed, hard and Sima's eager hands began pulling up her shirt. As she turned and stood her tits were almost falling out of her bra. The poor Sima could hardly contain himself and nodding to her husband, Rick followed them eagerly to the room next door. As they left Kirsten and I looked at each other. 'You get fucked now bitch' I heard Sima say. 'Come on then. Give me your best!' came the reply. Moments later the sound of sex arose, as did the 'click' 'click' of Rick's camera. My wife watched Eddy and Seline blankly. She was jealous I could tell. At last the African stud glanced towards the sounds of sex then to us. He must have known she was on offer right then if he wanted her. 'Knew you be back Kirsten' he smiled. 'You betta head off. Andi will be along real soon'. From his position on the chair Eddy nodded to me. 'No worry. My nephew good at fuckin white ladies like yours'.

Back in our room Kirsten sat on the bed waiting for her bull to arrive. She looked apprehensive but I could see she was also troubled by what she'd seen with Selina. There was a closeness there that suggested more. Somehow, her vulnerability made her even more attractive. 'Why not have your skirt up and your legs open?' I beamed suggestively. Kirsten turned to look at me with instinctive, angry eyes. My remark was contemptible and my eagerness was getting the better of me. Then a knock. In an instant her face changed and I quickly opened the door. This was what we were here for. Andi had come right up from the restaurant and stood smiling and ready for action. 'Ahh honey. Your room service is here' I said, drawing a second narrow eyed glare.

I let him in and turned to find Kirsten who was standing tentatively next to the bed. The stud had a pleased look on his face but the charm expected of him as a hotel waiter had gone. He walked past me, unfastening his shirt and up to my wife, tracing a hand down her bare arm. 'Very pretty....very pretty' he sighed. One hand slipped over her blouse gently touching and lifting each of her breasts in turn. 'We met Eddy before?' I said, my mind a little hazy. There was a huge bulge sticking up through this young mans hotel issue trousers. His muscled abdomen rippled and exposed. 'He my Uncle' grinned Andi sliding his hand behind Kirsten and down onto her firm ass. She stood and let him lift her skirt up, first at the back then the front exposing the neat, white knickers beneath. Her bare, smooth legs leading down to the sandals and painted violet nails. They were worth more than he made in a month. In seconds his other hand was in her panties making her stagger back and gasp by the violence of his movement.

'Relax baby' he said rubbing my wife's clit with a rough, steady hand. She gasped heavily, eyes closed and head upturned. I knew it wouldn't take her long to come. Not after all the build-up and the thoughts that had been bounding around her mind for the last six months. Running her hand over Andi's muscled chest she sat back on the bed and allowed him to pull her knickers off completely. Opening her legs Andi penetrated to the hilt with one then two fingers, making her tense and gasp. 'There....just there....oh don't stop...'. Her eyes were closed and she moaned steadily as his hand moved back and forth, fingers wet and oily, aggression growing by the second. The urge to masturbate took over and in moments my pants were open. I would have to pace myself. Not come too soon.

Lying flat Kirsten drew up one leg and groaned. Andi was kneeling over her, fucking her with his wet hand quite forcefully. 'Ohh....oh... I'm coming' she wailed, eyes wet with tears of joy. With a cry she came, three squirts of female ejaculate gushing onto his black skin and over the end of the bed. Incensed by openly displayed white pussy Andi was already pulling himself out. It was time for him to satisfy himself. 'You ready for my big dick lady?' he gasped excitedly, already hard. His cock was long and straight with a cut tip, the head bulbous and of some size. Two plum sized balls hung beneath. Lovingly Kirsten took hold and began to trace her fist up and down, coaxing his erection. 'I want all of this' she said to him. 'All of it'. I took a step forward and watched as they both drew back onto the bed, my wife's head on the pillow and her thighs spread. Comfortable in her position Kirsten bit her lip and glanced sadly at me. Then all her attention was on the big dick between her legs. She was about to take quite a fucking that was for sure. Gently Andi squeezed his tip against her hole, about three inches pushing home and the lips of her cunt stretching wider to take the rest. 'Oh yes!' Kirsten gasped, her breathing already laboured. The African paused drew back and thrust again, his ass tightening, planting a kiss on her neck. 'Damn that good' he sighed. Kirsten gripped his back, allowing him to pin open her other leg open behind the knee and slowly sink the huge dick inside her. 'Arrrrhhh....oh..oh...uuuurrrrhhh'. I was way beyond hard. My wife's pussy looked soaked and as Andi lay on top, humping I wondered how many other wives had met the same end.

'Oh....oh....oh....oh god....oh...' the bed squeaked and thumped the wall as Andi's Kenyan cock pumped into my wife's married cunny. Moments later she came again, folding her ankles over his waist. This time with him inside her, his fat balls drawing back and thumping home with regular strokes that made a resounding slap each time. Lifting himself up he ripped open her blouse, expertly exposing her breasts over her bra. Her tits bobbed neatly as he fucked. 'Thud...thud' the bed head hitting the wall with impatient strokes as the sounds of sex flooded the room. I was jacking, come welling in my tip. 'Uuurrgh....don't stop....don't stop....ooohhhhh!', my wife's legs shook as she took each driving thrust bare. Just as I had before. My mobile was in one hand and I was filming. This time Kirsten saw but didn't speak. Her eyes were wet and her mouth hung open as she allowed herself to be recorded taking big African cock.

Sweating and hot they turned. Kirsten getting on her knees with Andi throwing her skirt over her back and mounting her from behind. He held her hips, fucking powerfully from behind and almost dragging her back onto his cock. His dick was soaked, glistening wet and from behind he was almost pulling her pussy inside out. 'Yess...yess.... fucking slut' the young man gasped, enjoying his new conquest. I wondered if Joanne knew what her arrangement had brought. Most likely Sima was giving her the same treatment along the hall. Pulling out again Andi turned Kirsten onto her back and drew up her legs. At this point my wife's face was almost pleading. She'd come at least twice more. Andi slowed and planted a long kiss on her lips. Her arms hung around his neck as their lips and tongues met, only finalising when he gathered her legs and pushed her ankles together over her head, his big arms planted behind her calves. It looked tremendous, my wife's body doubled up and Andi raised on tip-toes.

He was deep, sure enough and began to draw out and pound home. Kirsten whimpered as her body took an aggressive pounding. I went to the window and opened it to let some air in, light headed and amazed by how deep he was inside her. The room was heated with the sights and sounds of dirty, mixed race sex. 'Fuck...fuck...fuck...' he gasped, almost in a whisper as he blew his hot and sticky breath in her face. Beneath him Kirsten's arms clung to his neck. 'Shoot your load in that slut' I gasped out and felt my seed gush onto the carpet. Kirsten hung on for dear life, one of her strapped sandals tumbled onto the floor under the vicious shafting. Her pussy was getting ravaged and as I watched breathlessly from the window appeared like a puddle. It just needed a healthy load of African jizm pumping into it to make our first night complete. 'Yeah....fuck yeah' Andi gasped giving seven or eight last contemptible thrusts. 'Oh...oh yes' Kirsten gasped as she felt his body relax and his semen spurting somewhere deep inside her. Her arms fell out to the sides as she took it all in her belly. Defeated and helpless. Content he pulled out, but only after a minute or more spent gently humping against her.

I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned Kirsten and Andi were lying in bed, naked together. 'I'll go and get Poppy' I sighed heading for the door. Looking up, she stroked Andi's muscular stomach. 'See you in the morning' she said. 'I need some time with a real man'. I swallowed, dick throbbing and shut the door behind me. That must have felt good to Andi. To hear her speak those words. Had she been thinking them all this time. It certainly seemed to sum up her attitude to me these past months. As I shut the door and stood in the corridor the lights in the room went off. Fucking again already. The stamina of these men. Hanging 'do not disturb' sign for the maid on the door I went down to collect our daughter. Thoughts of Andi and Kirsten in my head and suggestions on an unlikely future.

I got up wearily from my long and exhausting night being fucked and punished by my new Black Master. As I awoke, I could scarcely believe that all those depraved things had happened to me. One minute I had been merely exchanging emails with a man, who could have been anywhere and the next minute, that very man was at my door, in my home, and then inside my body. Black Master, a man whose name I didn’t even know, a man who looked to be about ten years my junior, had taken me to a place I hadn’t realized existed, hadn’t even realized I wanted to go, and now that I was there, I was scared beyond belief. He had slapped me around, forced me to go out in public clad only in lingerie. He had forced his cock down my straining throat and then cum all over my face. He had forced me to eat his asshole and dance sensually for him. He had taken me anally, very roughly and then bred me with his seed. He had thrown out all my male clothing. He had taken one of my dildos and attached it via suction cup to one of my kitchen chairs and renamed it my ‘Sissy Chair’. I was to be sitting on it every time Master comes over, no exceptions. He had even taken the spare key for my apartment. There was no way I could do this, no way I could go through with letting this…this thug control every aspect of my life. I wouldn’t do it. I’d just have to contact Black Master and let him know I’d changed my mind. Yea, I’d just explain that this wasn’t what I was looking for. He’ll understand…

I moved from my bedroom, still dressed in my sissy outfit and sat down at my desk and turned on the computer. Checking my email I saw that I had several new messages, one was from Black Master. My heart was thumping madly as I clicked to open it. Surely he’d just be thanking me for a great night and be done with me. “Sissy – I enjoyed fucking your mouth and asspussy last night. You take a nut real good but I’m sure you could do better. We’ll work on it together. Other areas we will work to improve: your dancing, your ass-eating and most importantly, your attitude and IMMMEDIATE obedience at all times! You need to understand that you are now a 24/7/365 sissy as well as my slave, whenever I choose to partake of your body. You will go everywhere in your sissy clothes. You will explain to the people you work with and your family and friends that you are no longer Dan, but Danielle or Dani, and this is how you will look, act and dress for the remainder of our relationship, at least. Don’t like it? Too fucking bad, cunt! You fucked around with me for too long and now I’m taking my payment. Which is you. First thing today, you are to head to the Victoria’s Secret store at the mall and buy yourself a minimum of eight new sissy outfits. Get the girls to help you find proper sizing and matching pieces. I like almost anything, but among my faves are the babydoll nighties like you already have (preferably sheer), but buy some different colors, bitch. I also like crotchless panties and catsuits, corsets, teddies, long peignoirs, and I go fucking crazy over garter belts and stockings. Always be certain your stockings are silk; I hate nylon shit! Buy some new high heels too. And also pick up a chambermaid uniform, a schoolgirl outfit and try to find a haremgirl costume. Last of all, don’t fucking call me or IM me or email me to say that you want to back out of this. Too fucking late, girlie! You fuck with a topdog, you gonna get topped! See ya, BLACK MASTER.”

I was trembling as I read the harsh words and I realized I was crying a bit too. Oh no. What have I gotten into here? He can’t possibly think that I can follow through with this total lifestyle change, can he? I mean I love wearing lingerie, but I can’t just become a female… I’ve got to end this now, before it goes to a place I can’t escape from. These types of relationships have to be consensual, don’t they? I mean he can’t just force me to do these things…

I decided to take a chance. I dialed the number from my caller ID. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Then four, five, six, seven. Shit. Suddenly he answers. “What, sissy?” I swallowed hard and took a deep breath as his utterly masculine voice cascaded over me. “H…hello, Master?” I spoke in a tiny voice, ashamed. I couldn't believe I was a 36 year-old man, stuttering like a kid on his first date. There's a long pause. “Yea, it’s your Master. Now what the fuck do you want?” I couldn’t breathe and my ears were ringing for some reason. “M…master. S…sir. I can’t…can’t do this, sir.” There was silence on the other end. “Do what, sissy?” I didn’t know how to say it. “Master, I can’t…can’t be…be with you. M…master.” Again, silence engulfed us. I could hear his breathing, could almost imagine him next to me. “You’re already ‘with’ me, sissy. I marked you as mine last night, remember? Gurl takes a black top’s cum all over her face and down her throat and in her asspussy, makes it kinda hard for her Master to believe she don’t want it.” I was sobbing now, trying to stem the flow of tears and form a coherent thought. I did not want this, did I? I couldn’t face the constant humiliation and subjugation and degradation. “P…p…please, M…master.” I sobbed like a woman. “P…please don’t c…come over. J…just leave m…me a…lone…”

There was a long pause on the line. “You’re fucking with me bitch, and I don’t like it. Told you not to fuck with me. Doesn’t matter what you want or think you want. You’re mine. I guess I need to head over there and give you another lesson, eh? Fucking up my day, now ya are, gurlie. I ain’t gonna be happy when I get there so better try to pretty yourself up for me a little extra.” He said it as a statement, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to discuss. His voice suggested that there was no room for debate. “B…but Master, s…sir. I have plans toda…” He cut me off before I could finish my last word. “Shut it, cunt. Your plans are whatever I give you. I will be in your home in one hour. Douche yourself, shower and get your sissy outfit back on. And be sitting on your sissy chair.” With that he hung up, leaving me standing there with my mouth wide open, unsure what just happened or what to do next. This Black Master had basically just made it clear in no uncertain terms that I was his sissy slave at all times and he was on his way over again. What could I do? I didn’t want to risk a worse beating that I had gotten before. Should I call the police? And tell them what? They’d probably just laugh it off as a lover’s quarrel and I’d become the butt of a slew of jokes passed around to all the cops in the area. Just what I need, plus I imagine Black Master would be furious with me then. I looked up at the clock. Fifty seven minutes left. I better hurry to get ready for his arrival. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ll have to talk to Master in person, make him understand that I can’t, won’t go through with this, not after today, anyway.

Fifty two minutes later, I’m fresh from the shower, my asspussy douched and totally clean. I put on my sissy outfit again and move to squat over my sissy chair. I dab some lube on both the dildo and my hole and then slide down slowly. God, it’s big! I grimace as I slide onto it, feeling it stretch my pussyhole. I hear the loud exhaust of Master’s car and then the thumping bass from his sound system as he pulls into my driveway. Oh Jesus. He’s here. I feel myself trembling. The car door slams. Within seconds I hear his key in the lock. The door opens. My 25 year-old Black Master is framed in the doorway, all 6’3” and 230 pounds of him. He looks…perturbed at least, perhaps angry. He stares at me icily. He pushes the door shut behind him, not ungently. Fuck. He’s pissed.

“At least you can follow a simple rule like this, sitting on your sissy chair. Nice to know you understand some of what I’m saying.” He says it with an air of complete calmness about him, as if he had just forced down his rage moments before. “You should see yourself, faggot; the perfect picture of femininity. But I guess you will be seeing yourself soon enough. Heh.” What did that mean? He walked around behind me and motioned for me to stand up. “Up, but don’t turn around. Put your hands behind you. Open your mouth wide.” I did as told and suddenly felt something click around each of my wrists in turn. Handcuffs of some sort. Shit. Then I saw a red blur as something passed over my head, past my eyes and into my mouth. I realized Black Master was fitting me with a ball gag. I slumped resignedly as I realized the severity of my predicament. Now I was not only a sissy, but a cuffed and gagged one at that.

After letting black men fuck my wife in motels, I began taking pictures of them fucking her. I liked to take pictures of them having anal sex with her. I bought a video camera and made tapes of them with her. Seeing her on her knees sucking them off was the reason we started this whole thing. I knew what I thought was the next step but was afraid to even bring it up. Then it took care of itself.

I was masturbating nude while my wife was sucking him off. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked at me and said "suck it". I got on my knees in front of him and opened my mouth for his cock. His cock was so big I could only get the head and half of the shaft in my mouth. He said suck it you white faggot. I sucked his cock while my wife watched me. I could feel the smooth head of his cock. I knew what was next, but I wanted it. He came in my mouth, shooting hot thick jets of come that filled my mouth, then I swallowed his load.

After this he would sometimes call when I was home alone. He would tell me to unlock the door and kneel nude in the hall. He would unzip and I would suck him off, swallow and he would leave. If he wants to fuck me in the ass I will let him.

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah, cunt!" Tyrone grunted through clenched teeth as my tongue curled up into his rectum, eating his asshole, dining on it like it was my last meal. As I was continuing my oral ministrations on his musky manhole, I was reaching around to stroke his stiff, black manhood. He pushed his glutes back into me, his subservient pussyfag. He reached around to pull apart his buns, allowing me further access to the pungent aroma of his depths. I slobbered all over the tight rosette like a queer possessed. "Yeah, gurl! Get all the fuckin' way up in there! Slurp it faggot! Eat it!"

I did as he commanded instantly, without thought of pausing or disobeying. I pushed my licker up further than I had ever been inside of Tyrone. GOD! I loved the taste of my Master! So musky, so manly, so primal. I kept stroking his massive erection while I made out with his nether lips. "This is the closest you're gonna get to fuckin' me, bitch. Or fuckin' anybody. I heara 'bout choo fuckin' or tonguin' ANYBODY ELSE, ever, you're done as my sissy. Got it?" "Mphh Yeth, Mathter." My muffled reply was dripping, literally, both with my saliva and with my lust for the task at hand.

I kept on with my stroking, helped along by a liberal dose of petroleum jelly; my thin hand slipping along his blood-engorged shaft, back and forth, causing Tyrone's knees to go a little weak. I stroked harder, all the while jamming my tongue in and out of his butthole. I was determined to make my Master proud, by bringing him to a brain-numbing orgasm. If I could I would stay here forever, liplocked with my Master's sphincter muscle, massaging and pleasuring him. Suddenly, I felt him tighten around my thrusting oral spike. Tyrone was close to cumming, I could tell.

After this much time as Master's sissybitch, I had learned to read the signs of imminent climax. I started stroking him just the way he liked best, alternating slow, firm ones with quicker pulls that were light and feathery. "AAUGGH! FUCK YEA!! OOHH! HERE IT COMES BABY! YOUR DADDY"S GONNA CUM! YEA! JUST LIKE THAT! JUST LIKE THAT BABY! OH YEA SISSYGURL!! GOTTA JIZZ SO FUCKIN' BAD!" And with those words and one final hard stab of my tongue into his asslips, Tyrone came. He came like a madman, like he had never cum before in his life. Grunting out his orgasm as I stroked him off from behind, I could feel the powerful jets of sperm firing out of his veiny black pole. He was leaning full on into his leather couch, his legs weakened immensely. He was growling like a warrior in blood combat, his victory yell deafening. I pulled my face away from his asshole, several strands of thick saliva reaching from his pucker to my lips and chin.

My face was an absolute mess, spit, assjuice and pubic hair mixing with my now spoiled makeup. But I didn't care; Master's pleasure was all that mattered to me, all I existed for. Tyrone turned around with his usual smug, confident, superior look and reached out his hand to give me something. It was a brandy snifter, now at least half full of Tyrone's cum. I hadn't realized he hadn't just cum all over the floor or the couch; I had expected to just be forced to lick it up. I knew what was next. "Drink it up, sissy. We both know how much you love my ass; now show me how much you love my spooge." It was not a request. I slowly raised the snifter to my lips, enjoying making a little show of the whole affair. I swirled it around and then tipped it into my waiting, thirsty mouth and drank of my Master's essence. It was delicious, like the nectar of the Gods. I savored this gift from my big, muscular Black Master and I looked directly into his eyes as I lolled his jizz around in my mouth, smiling up at him. After about 30 seconds of coating every corner of my mouth with his sperm, I slowly swallowed the big load, loving the feeling of the viscous liquid gliding down my parched throat.

By Kyng Kooba - March 2010
Fantasy story
monsterp1@yahoo.co.uk

I sat alone in the café, a cup of coffee untouched in front of me and a British paper open at the second page. Over by the reception my daughter Poppy was making use of the play area. Blissfully unaware that just two floors above us in our hotel room, her mother Kirsten was with a black barman called Eddy. It was our second week in Kenya and my wife’s first time with another man in our eight years of marriage. Needless to say, my mind was not on the paper. My Kirsten; conservative, catholic and now a plaything for black cock. The desperate situation still bounced around my brain. This is what I had wanted. Perhaps even forced her into yet I still could not believe she had gone through with it. I was in shock. All had been my doing. My instigation. The affair I’d had with one of her closest friends alone hadn’t pushed her to it. Kirsten wasn’t doing this to get back at me. She was doing it because she felt it was what I wanted.

Almost an hour and a half passed. Horror, abandon, intrigue and erotic tension gushed through my mindset. I wondered if I should return but remembered their final words to me. ‘Come back in a few hours. I imagine this stud will have finished with me by then’. I did not want to interrupt what I was sure would be a life-changing event. Eddy had certainly had his share of white pussy. The women, tourists that I had seen hanging around and flirting with him at his beachfront bar were testament to that. Still, the satisfaction in his eyes of fucking a new wife was just as potent for him. As I waited time seemed to move slowly, my mind filled with all kinds of twisted visions. This was unbearable. By 10:30 Poppy was looking tired and ready for bed. Her room was joined onto ours but I’d made sure before leaving that the door between them was locked. I led my daughter up in the lift and as we turned along the red, carpeted corridor towards us came Eddy. He had a casual, satisfied look about him. Still tucking his shirt into his pants with post-sex sweat on his brow that gleamed through his thinning grey hair. He nodded to me, a knowing look and flashed his trademark smile. A gleaming row of white teeth. How many western ladies had fallen for that one? It was only Monday. We had another week left in Malindi and he was not done with us. Not by far.

Kirsten was in the shower and after I put Poppy to bed I leant on the dresser and watched her dry her hair. For a woman who had just been through an intense black fucking with a man she’d only just met she looked composed. At least on the outside. We had been married eight years but in that moment I felt my feelings towards her change. Perhaps before I had taken her for granted in the past. Expected too much. Her face was tired but resolute. Staring blankly at her reflection in the dresser mirror. There was something else though. I’d watched her come three times with Eddy and that was before he’d dismissed me to the lobby. Even then her attitude seemed, adjusted. ‘Did you enjoy yourself honey?’ I asked. She paused, looked down at the dresser top for a moment and then resumed with the hairdryer. For a moment I thought her unable to speak to me. ‘Actually’ she said. ‘ I did’. Her voice was dry and quiet. All the groaning and at times, crying out she had done during intercourse had taken it’s toll. I’d never seen her like that. Still speaking her mind so purposefully surprised even her. I suspected nothing would be the same. ‘I can still feel his hands all over me’. ‘And his cock’ I added. ‘Yes’ she added with a pause. ‘He has a big willy hasn’t he’.

The next morning we went down to the beach and spent three hours or so sunbathing and swimming. It was another glorious day. To look at Kirsten you would never have suspected any of it had taken place. The events of the previous night banished from our happy family. Somehow, I felt satisfied that we had taken matters far enough. If my wife had indeed had sex with Eddy to make a point she had done so. Kirsten seemed her usual self, marshalling Poppy as she read her book. The glorious sun beating down hard from above. So much beauty all around. Nevertheless, my mind returned frequently to the space in her belly where at that moment, Eddy’s native African seed was residing. I wondered if hers did the same. Later, after packing up we got some lunch in one of the outdoor hotel restaurants. I hadn’t seen Eddy but presumed he was working at his usual bar down the beach. Probably telling tales of his latest white, married conquest or even chatting up a potential new lady.

Kirsten went up to the room and changed into a blue, one-piece swimsuit. Returning with her sun-bag in one hand and a hat in the other she returned to the beach. Her shoulder length hair pushed back and held with a tie. Poppy, exhausted from the sun was happily enjoying herself in the lobby play area and after a cup of tea I took my camera and went outside to take some shots around the hotel. An hour past and deciding to check on Kirsten I headed down to the beach. It was busier than I’d imagined with sunbathers spaced out a few yards apart. Spotting my wife halfway down the sand I approached to find a young black man of maybe twenty standing with a tray of drinks. I’d seen him around the hotel a lot, the last time serving a mid forties woman at Eddy’s bar whose eyes had been all over him. He was athletic and lean with boyish features and short dark hair. A red tribal necklace hanging around his neck. ‘My names Sima’ I heard the man say as I approached. The young waiter grinned, his eyes like saucers on my wife’s body. The swimsuit really complemented her figure, particularly her trim waist and shapely breasts. ‘Can I get you a drink lady…..or maybe more?’ he grinned making no effort to hide his indulgence. ‘Peter?’ Kirsten said, obviously flustered and glad to see me. She looked sheepishly around the other sunbathers. Just what was this?

Then it clicked. Eddy was not alone in his pursuit of white pussy and had obviously told his friends that Kirsten was available. My wife suddenly made the same conclusion and her face paled. ‘Oh my God Peter’ she gasped in embarrassment. ‘He’s put it about all over the hotel’. Quickly she covered herself with a thin red shawl, as if afraid other leering eyes might be watching. In that moment it seemed everyone around suddenly knew what she had done last night. Shaking my head at Sima he shrugged and departed, a scowl upon his young face. Clearly he had not been turned down often. ‘What did you expect honey? I said knowing full well there would have been implications for our actions. ‘Eddy is probably up the beach getting a lap-dance from a couple of girls and talking all about you’. I recalled the first day I’d see Joanne and Rick together with Eddy and some of his friends. The Alcove had been private and accessible enough. I’d described the events of that day to her in detail. ‘Oh my god, this is terrible, we need to leave. We need to…’. My wife stopped talking and stared out to sea. ‘Ok. I think I’ll head up there’ I said at last. It dawned on me that Kirsten had sacrificed a lot. I’d speak to Eddy, let him know this was a one time thing and to keep it quiet. She seemed to follow my trail of thought and nodded. ‘Ok honey, just hurry back ok?’

Brushing the sand from my shorts I made my way along the seafront. Along the beach led to desolate jungle but well before that, just around the hillside was the alcove. A convenient place for hotel workers to shrink away for beer, cigarettes or women if the opportunity was there. A breeze picked up and I had to take care along the rocks. The alcove itself was obscured from the main beach and I saw Sima wandering up towards the wooden forms where both Eddy and another man were sat smoking. I had seen this other man the previous day, working in the bar with Eddy. He called himself Mashudu or ‘Mash’ for the tourists. They looked up as I approached. ‘I send Sima to fuck your wife’ Eddy said as I sat down. ‘She say no?’. He didn’t sound entirely happy. The young man shrugged and switched on a small battered radio. ‘He must get plenty’ I suggested. ‘French, German, Italiano…yes…yes. Never English. Not yet’. I felt the men were playing with me and suddenly they burst into laughter.

He reintroduced Sima and Mash who it turned out was Eddy’s cousin. Both men had worked at the hotel for many years. The three soon lost interest in me and continued listening to their radio and rolling cigarettes. They talked in their native language and a short period of time seemed to pass. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye a figure appeared against the seafront. It was my wife. She was stumbling slowly along the rocks, her shawl around her shoulders. For a moment I thought she was going to fall but she managed to get down to the sand. What was she doing? We all watched curiously as she saw us and approached. ‘So this is where you come?’ she said with a shy smile and shaking her shoulder length dark hair. ‘Hey baby’ Eddy grinned taking a long drag on his stub and exchanging a joke with Sima. ‘Boys this here Kirsten. Woman I was telling you about’. Kirsten blushed and looked down. Her earlier notion for me to put a stop to Eddy’s tale telling seemed to have gone for now. Returned to his presence she was perhaps reminded of last night. Everyone here knew what she’d done. There was no hiding it.

Eddy ran his eyes up and down my wife’s well kept figure. ‘Why you no fuck Sima?’ he laughed at last. ‘He very…’ he help out his hands to insinuate the young mans size. Kirsten looked away, speechless. There was a huge cultural gap here and it was fascinating to see it. To Eddy and his friends, we were no different that Rick and Joanne. It was hard to tell if these men were toying with us or not. I guessed they could see how awkward and new to it we were. Eddy finished his cigarette and lit a new one. He took a deep drag into his lungs and looked at her through narrow eyes. ‘Now lady’ he said. ‘You going dance for us?’. Kirsten’s eyes widened. ‘For young Sima’ he added slapping the young mans back. He stood up and leant close to my wife ear, whispering something inaudible to the rest of us. My wife’s face darkened but she turned almost submissive to his demands. Looking around she spotted some rocks and headed slowly towards them.

After three minutes, Mash signalled her return with a whistle and slapping of his thigh. Kirsten was still wearing the shawl around her but it was obvious that she had turned her swimsuit around back to front. Her breasts moved freely, exposed out of the front with the flat nipples visible through the thin shawl. I couldn’t believe it. For years I’d wanted a slut-wife and now Eddy had practically done it overnight. He grinned and nodded as she walked up to us, motioning her to take away the shawl and show herself off. Breathing heavily she closed her eyes and let the garment drop to the sand. My erection showed no sighs of dipping, particularly with my wife standing topless in front of three horny, black men. Their eyes were glued to her exposed chest. ‘Mmm that’s it baby’ smiled Eddy. ‘Western whore’s the best’ added a delighted Sima, admiring my wife’s beautiful English tits. It was clear he fancied Kirsten a lot.

‘Now dance for us baby’ Eddy said resting back on the form. The old radio continued to spill authentic African music as slowly she began to sway her hips. Tentative at first and glancing frequently down the hill as if afraid someone from the beach had any chance of seeing us. Who knew what she was thinking. Certainly she amazed even herself as her breasts moving explicitly in the afternoon shade. She was getting into it more and more. Her movement more impulsive, teasing. Vigorously she turned, putting her hands on her ankles and her ass up in Eddy’s face. Her sudden, growing enthusiasm taking even him by surprise. This was getting to her, turning her on. To finish she went along the row, putting her breasts inches from each mans grinning face. Almost as if she was finally enjoying the power she had. Then, torn from her fantasy she stopped and her swaying ended. Her moral principles snapping back into play.

The men clapped and Kirsten gave me a confused, bewildered look. Just what was happening to her. She returned to the rocks to change back. What a difference. Sima blew out his cheeks in appreciation of the hot lap-dance. When she reappeared she was flush and coy, seemingly a little ashamed of her behaviour too. Mash and Sima both had to be back at work but thankfully though, Eddy had another few hours. He grinned at me, erection standing up through his pants. I knew what was in his head and after that show he was ready to pound my wife’s pussy for her performance. ‘Come Kirsten, we go back to your room’ he said. She widened her eyes but didn’t resist. Such a thing was to be expected. It was what she wanted after all. He smiled, holding her ass I carried her bag. My pulse was rising again. Was this what it was going to be like for the rest of our holiday? I hoped so. As they walked quickly back along the beach my wife kept her head down. Especially when we past the bar were Eddy worked. Several mature women sat and watched with knowing, jealous looks. They knew what Kirsten was in for all right.

Eddy didn’t want to draw the attention of any lobby staff so he sent us in first. We met in the lift, the horny male lifting and squeezing her tits as they kissed passionately against the wall. It was incredible. Almost as if I wasn’t there at all. She groaned, needing his long dick again and reaching for it between his legs. Quickly he led her by the hand along the carpet and to the door of our room. It felt the same as the previous night but more impatient. Once inside Eddy dragged the swimsuit down around her waist. Her breasts bouncing free as he planted a heavy set of lips on her nipple. He sucked greedily, squeezing her tits with his hands. ‘Tell Hubby what you want bitch’ he smiled at me. Croaking a groan of pleasure Kirsten looked at me standing hard and desperate by the door. ‘Fuck me Eddy’ she said to my amazement. I’d hardly ever heard her swear. ‘Fuck me with that huge black Willy’. ‘That’s good Kirsten’ he grinned. ‘You know that hubby’. ‘It’s so much bigger than my husband's’ she added with a smile. His shirt and trousers came off as quickly, hard-on jutting out from his crotch with aggressive intent. Kissing Kirsten hard on the mouth he pushed her back on the bed, tugging the gusset of her swimsuit aside. After last night, my wife’s cunt offered only token resistance as he parted her legs and shoved his big cock up her. I watched as she folded her ankles around his back. Her body swallowing up his dick again inch by inch until the heavy, fat balls squashed against her. ‘Oooohhh yes Eddy’ she moaned, eyes closed in pleasure. ‘MMm yeah baby’ her black lover grinned, lifting himself up to a fucking position. Kirsten screwed up her eyes tight, her mouth open wife as the bed met the wall. ‘Thump…thump…thump…’. Part of me hoped the occupants of the next room could hear it. Hear my wife being such a slut. Gasping, hard and erect in my shorts I leant back on the dresser. Eddy’s sweaty black cock enjoying white, married pussy for the second time. She looked oily and wet, taking each stroke deep. ‘….UUUUrrgh’. With a long, desperate wail she came, her hands digging into his back. ‘White bitch’ Eddy gasped breathlessly a single bead of drool rolled from his bottom lip and extended down onto the skin of her neck. Kirsten turned away, her face contorted. I imagined she was already tender from last night's fucking. Her married cunt getting another stretching so soon.

With one arm Eddy pushed her left leg back, pointing the heel to the ceiling. Confident he could fuck a little deeper he drove manic, wailing cries of anguish from Kirsten’s mouth. ‘Urrrgh…..ohhh….uurrh….arrrgh’ she grunted as he ground his long meat into her belly with purposeful strokes. I couldn’t help myself and began jacking my dick, just as I had last night. Masturbating to this sight was all too easy. Kirsten was defeated, hopeless. All that was left was for him to pump his African seed between her legs. ‘Sssshhhaaa’ he gasped as last, lurching forward and driving three paced, hard strokes again the bed. My wife’s legs relaxed and unwound as she accepted the full contents of his balls. A healthy, paced fuck reaching its conclusion. Gently he pulled back, leaving her married cunt lips slightly ajar and filled with thick white semen.

Eddy fucked Kirsten again both Wednesday and Thursday. Usually around mid-afternoon when he would not be missed from the bar. On both occasions he came down to the beach where he knew we would be. Our daughter splashing in the sea while he sidled to my wife and suggested she go back with him to our hotel room. He was insatiable. Even more amazing was how my wife seemed to succumb to his advances. Submissive, perhaps shocked at her own actions. Only last week she had been disgusted by the mature, western women who gathered around Eddy’s bar, chatting and flirting with him and Sima. Now she was no better, turning several knowing heads as she made her way back towards the hotel with the randy African.

Our last night at the hotel was one to remember. Eddy and several other employees had been roped into a special evening for paying guests only. It was billed as an authentic evening of Kenyan culture and dance and a giant poster hung in the lobby. As preparations began we didn’t see him at all on Friday or at any time on Saturday morning. The beach bar was closed. Determined to buy some traditional gifts for both her parents and her sister, Kirsten wanted to go into town and look around the local markets. I wondered if my wife was going to miss Africa and what kind of memories she would have of this place? Certainly she loved the native feel of Kenya, the warm and welcoming people. Part of her, I’m sure though was glad to be heading home to normality. Perhaps she felt she could put some distance between ourselves and the actions that had taken place here. Back home, no-one would know what she had done and in time maybe her memories would fade to a contented blur.

Back in the large dining room a stage had been set up, decorated in green and yellow with lights hanging from the ceiling. My daughter watched with fascination as a band complete with two large tribal drums came out and began setting up their equipment. There must have been fifty or more tables, the hotel staff hurrying to set them up for that evenings performance. Later, as we dressed for dinner I too had mixed emotions. Kirsten and I had reached a crossroads in our relationship sure enough but I was unclear in my mind if I wanted it to end. It was eight months since I had broken my wife’s confidence and cheated on her with a young black woman called Sanja. Now that Eddy had, ‘had his way’ I was sure we were more than even. ‘I have to say’ she said as she readied herself at the dresser, ‘it’ll be good to get home’. ‘Will it?’ I grinned, expecting she would miss Eddy more than she’d care to admit. She paused, took a deep breath and turned to me. ‘I wont deny Peter that it’s been an experience. But you mustn’t ever speak of it to anyone once were home’. My thoughts immediately turned to phone video I had of Eddy powerfully fucking Kirsten but I remained silent.

My wife had on a white, ‘60’s style’ dress with bare arms and a square front which fastened up the back. I watched her getting ready, my gaze transfixed. The dress fitted just above the knee, a belt and gold buckle around the waist with stockings and bra beneath. She didn’t wear any knickers and had a small, silver crucifix around her neck, hanging above her breasts which lifted neatly together out of the front. Perfect and delicate. As she did her hair I put on a suit and together we took Poppy down to enjoy the show. A perfect western family. Taking a seat at our reserved table the other guests filled the dining room, looking excited about the evening ahead. I cast my eye around the crowd noticing several familiar faces. There was no doubting that several other women had taken black cock during their stay at the hotel. I wondered how many for the first time. Either from one of the employees or one of the many local men who wandered the beaches during the day looking for western pussy.

After ordering drinks the lights dimmed and an African male in traditional tribal dress sprung out to the roar of drums. A collective gasp erupted around the room and a wave of applause sprang up. The man was in an excellent outfit including head-dress, a bare chest and a grass and leather skirt. He held a dangerous looking spear in his hand and yellow war-paint upon his face. His feet were bare and he shrieked out in his native tongue, thrilling the audience who at once went for their cameras. The flash of bulbs glittered the stage. Then the band played and perhaps ten more men came out. They were less orchestrated, obviously having performed this scene for many tourists in the past. Amongst them were Eddy, Sima and his uncle Mash. Though not nearly as active as the leader they joined in the song and stamping their feet. It was a tourist show. Nevertheless, the crowd loved it. Kirsten watched quietly, sipping her drink. Who knows what unnatural thoughts went through her mind. I wondered if she found the sight arousing. The black, muscled torsos in their aggressive stance.

There was riotous applause once more as the men were clapped off. Turning back to the table Kirsten helped Poppy cut up her food. Then putting her hand across the table she squeezed mine and gave me a smile. It was a lovely moment. We were heading home together a family. Had our escapade brought us closer together? I’d certainly never been as attracted to my wife as I was at that moment. As if sensing this, the hunter like Sima appeared beside us. He, like the others had spread out now the show was over and was taking orders for drinks on a paper pad. Each remained in the native dress. Some even posing for photographs with guests. ‘Hello nice people’ he grinned, rolling his tongue around his lips. He still had designs on Kirsten’s pussy sure enough and I was immediately reminded of the lap-dance she had been compelled to give the group the other day. It aroused me considerably to know he had seen her virtually naked. True enough my wife’s eyes widened as he stared hungrily at her. Sima didn’t know anything of us or our lives back home. He just saw a white woman his in Kenya for one thing only; black cock. In this crowded dining room I could understand her reluctance to draw attention to ourselves. ‘Want drink?’ he asked. ‘Carlsberg for me’ I said contentedly. ‘House White wine’ said Kirsten, ‘and a lemonade’. She touched Poppy’s head. Sima wrote down the order and grinned suggestively. ‘Anything else lady?’ he said. His gaze fell to my wife’s tits and Kirsten blushed. The young mans huge hard-on was barely masked by his billowing grass skirt. ‘Not now’ Kirsten gasped covering her mouth in embarrassment. Another couple at a nearby table sniffed and looked over in contempt. Just as I had earlier noticed other sluts around the room, now Kirsten been labelled. ‘But maybe later?’ the ever hopeful lad beamed.

We finished our meal. My wife ate little. Throughout our holiday she had only fucked Eddy. Now it seemed she had inadvertently agreed to let Sima into her bed. She was battling with herself. I felt she was just eager to get back to the hotel room and hope the young stud found another willing, white affectionate. Quickly the three of us made our way though the lobby and into the lift. Our room was a welcome destination. After taking off my suit, I got Poppy ready for bed. Then I returned to our adjoining room where my wife was staring at herself in the dresser mirror. With a tired sigh she stood and lifted her foot to un-strap the first of her high heel shoes. As soon as she touched the buckle a knock came from the door. In an instant her face emptied of colour and she looked at me. We were both thinking the same. ‘Peter?’ she said weakly. ‘Well, it would be a fine end to the holiday?’ I said. There was a pause while she fought with herself. ‘Alright, let him in’.

I went to the door and unfastened it. There, in the corridor were Sima, Eddy and Mash. They had taken off the head-dresses but had the rest of their garb intact. For a second I froze. Three natively dressed African men. Eddy’s older face was painted with three green lines. I should have known he would not be denied a last shot at Kirsten’s married hole. His grin spread across his face. ‘Who….who is it honey?’ my wife asked, perhaps sensing something was wrong. Before I could answer the men pushed past me, Eddy shutting the door quickly behind him. ‘Hello again lady’ Sima grinned. The young man had no such inhibitions now safely in our hotel room. Pulling the crotch of his outfit aside he slipped the shaft of his cock into his hand. Eddy had not exaggerated in the alcove for he was indeed, very well hung. A thick and dark pole. My wife took a step back as the men leered at her. ‘Time to give this white whore good send off’ grinned Eddy. He looked horny as hell and I could smell cigarettes, sweat and lust upon him.

‘I don’t think I can…can do this’ gasped Kirsten looking around the three men. All ignored her. Feverish in their determination to seed this trapped western slut. Sima and Mash walked up, the later immediately putting his hand on my wife’s chest and fondling her breasts in turn through the dress materiel. ‘Nice white bitch’ he gasped in his broken English. ‘Just wait a moment’ my wife gasped but she was fighting a losing battle. Her dress was unzipped by Sima and pulled neatly down over her bra. The young mans lips were upon her neck as she looked at me for help. There were none. We were after all, guests in their country. These men were in charge here and they just wanted her dress up and legs apart as soon as possible. I saw the earlier look of faith towards me dwindle in my wife’s eyes and her face bowed, reigned. Her married belly was getting pumped full of sticky, African come one last time.

Our small room looked crowded. I watched, pulse racing as Sima fumbled with her bra, wrenching her torso back in his haste to get it off. Eventually the clasp came free and the two men rolled their hands over my wife’s heavy tits. ‘Lovely bitch’. Thick fingers squeezed the soft, round nipples with eager disregard. Mash was the least well endowed of the men at a mere eight inches. Older veins running down the uncut shaft of his dick. I wondered how many women he had fucked while working here. His chest lightly covered with grey hair that fitted with a man of late fifties. Taking off his grass skirt he pushed Kirsten to the floor of the room and slid his cock into her mouth. It looked like it had seen plenty of use. My wife’s red lips stretched to take him and she coughed as he slid his erection to the back of her throat. ‘Mmm, yes that’s good’ he gasped, drawing back and fucking her mouth with small, impatient strokes. ‘Yeah man fuck that pretty mouth’ added Sima.

Both he and Eddy stood, jerking off and awaiting a turn. All three were erect and an enormous size. Despite my earlier feelings, my cock was hard for this sight. I wanted it to happen. It was only nine in the evening and this could go on a long time. Kirsten, rising up onto her knees took Mash’s cock in her hand and began blowing him properly. Her head rose and fell as she took him, a big grin of pleasure on the older man's face. ‘Yes bitch…yes…yes’ he sighed. Bringing up his length Kirsten turned to Sima and took him next. She croaked, eyes wide at the floor as the young black stud forced his dick into her throat. ‘That’s right, suck that dick bitch’ he laughed, patting Eddy on the arm. ‘You look pretty with black dick in your mouth’. ‘Gggrrrurh…’ my wife coughed violently, a wad of spittle bubbling down her chin and landing on her chest.

My cock pulsed as my wife was systematically used. It seemed as if my head was going to explode from all the emotions I felt. Sima had stepped in. Holding my wife’s head against the foot of the bed and ploughing her throat with controlled strokes. Reluctant and needy gasps blurted from her lips together with the regular sliver of drool that already streaked the crisp front of the dress. When Sima withdrew, hot and panting, my wife’s perfect lipstick was slightly smudged. She put her hand to her throat, seeking to compose herself. The dark brown of his cock skin was wet with a small patch of spit on the head. Kirsten gasped for precious oxygen over and over. ‘Oh….oh…oh….’ her chest wall rose and fell. She was getting used. As the men stood around, wanking their impatient cocks in her face I slipped my hand into my trousers. This was just incredible. Three of them. ‘Oh god, oh god’ Kirsten gasped, her voice muffled as Eddy took a short turn. Already her mascara was starting to run. As he took her head and worked her lips up and down his shaft Mash crossed the room and opened the patio window, letting in the sticky, hot, evening air. The sound of the sea flooded into the room as Sima took over. Now with her hands pressed tightly to his thighs my wife attempted to control the depth of his fucking. A white fuck-toy. ‘Ggg…Gggg…Gggg…’ she croaked as Sima held her behind the head, his hips rocking back and forth. ‘Shit I go come…I come’ grunted the young man. His thrusting stopped. My wife’s eyes turned upward as his warm, salty seed gushed into her mouth. ‘Yeeeeaaah’. Holding her head still a minute he released and withdrew. ‘That’s good bitch. Now swallow that’ Eddy said commandingly. With bulging cheeks and a submissive nod my wife did so, screwing up her face as she took Sima’s sticky baby batter down in two gulps. ‘Damn yeah’ he smiled.

Kirsten wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Likely the taste of salty, thick semen strong and lingering in her mouth. From the floor she looked up at the three grinning Kenyan’s. ‘You want us to fuck that pretty white pussy baby?’ Eddy grinned playing with his member. Pushing her hair behind her ear my wife seemed almost in a daze, her eyes blank. ‘Yes Eddy’ she said dutifully. He said something in Africa to his friends and between them they helped her stand and dispense with the dress. My wife, now in just her stockings and heels was led around the bed. Almost throwing her over the mattress Mash brushed his rough hands over her back and positioned himself on one knee. Pulling back his foreskin he worked the head against my wife’s slippery cunt lips. ‘That good’ he sighed as he slowly pressed forward with the shaft. ‘Ohhh….Peter!’ my wife’s face screwed up tight as her hole took him. Pursing his lips the older male pushed his way up from behind, fucking with short strokes. ‘Urrrgh…..urrrgh…ohhhh yes’ two more desperate and long groans erupted from her mouth as he took firm hold of her hips and began laying in harder. The bed seemed to move, jerking.

Collapsing down onto her elbows with her ass in the air Kirsten’s mouth hung open. The steady slapping of his heavy balls audible to all against the distant call of the sea. His dick would be good preparation for Eddy’s. ‘That’s it’ my wife groaned, ‘don’t stop….please…don’t stop’. Her fingers were tight on the bed-sheet. ‘Damn that pussy good’ stammered Mash, sweat collecting on his brow. ‘Ohhh’ she moaned, her body tensing up as she came. Following suit and thrusting quickly with his hips Mash ejaculated, throwing back his head and squirting his load up into my wife’s warm, welcoming cunt.

Winding down and pulling out, the older man wiped his forehead with a tissue from the dresser. His cock twitched still, semi-hard and wet from sex. As Eddy roughly began taking her from behind Sima wandered around the bed and lifted my wife’s torso. Squatting he started slapping his dick playfully around her cheeks. Tormenting her with it. It seemed he wanted to make her pay for refusing him the other day. Forcefully he guided his dick into her mouth. ‘Shit yeah….shit..’ grunted Eddy. I walked around the bed where I could watch the steadfast ring of my wife’s pussy stretched around his cock. His balls slapping furiously, heavy and loaded. Despite the growing fucking she was taking from behind she managed to roll her lips up and down Sima’s cock, his heavy hands reaching beneath to cup and squeeze her breasts. It was an awesome sight to witness. Two black dicks in her at a time.

Eddy, impatient as ever, turned Kirsten onto her back, winding her with his eagerness. Gathering up her legs he effortlessly penetrated and pushed up into her. Both her hands rested on his ass as it romped on top. His fat, heavy balls slapped away. Furiously mating in front of us all. ‘Yeah Kirsten….yeah lady…’ he gasped in her ear. ‘Your white pussy so good’. I felt my come start to rise and realised I’d been wanking hard. The sights, smells and atmosphere in our hotel room were electric. At the last moment I stopped and let the feeling subdue. There was no reason to rush anything. Humping solidly the horny Kenyan gasped along, mostly in his native language laced with the odd English. ‘Fucking bitch….I fuck you good’. Lifting herself onto her elbows Kirsten looked down over his naked back, towards his ass which romped between her legs. Elevating her chest made her breasts roll sweetly with the steady digging of his cock. Her face looked drained and her cheeks tear-stained.

‘Shit I come’ Eddy gasped after fifteen minutes of heavy pounding. He lurched forward, driving a gasp from my wife mouth as his spunk splattered up against the walls of her cunt. ‘Ohhhh Eddy’ she gasped tracing a hand down the side of his face. The stud grinned, finishing with a cruel wink. ‘Now we pumpin that belly full’. He looked over his shoulder to me, pulling his cock out and leaving a wad of semen welled in the hole. Both his and Mash’s combined. There was a solid mess between her legs on the bed. This was a train though. No sooner had Eddy stepped off the bed than Sima was climbing on. Kirsten covered her eyes with her hand. This was incredible. In moments the young man’s dick began to pump deep, come gathering around the lips of her married pussy.

Locking her ankles over his back Kirsten gasped along. She was on her way to another orgasm. Eddy and Mash knelt on the bed, fondling her breasts and touching her hair. The high heels were still in place but only just. Perhaps feeling them catching his skin Sima paused, expertly collected her legs and pushed them back into the air. With a hand on the bed rail I watched. His heavy dick slamming up and down, penetrating her body completely with each thrust. The steadfast ring of come around his shaft a promise to what had already been delivered. Three African men, in the tribal colours of their homeland. It was incredible.

Feeling I should go and check on Poppy in the next room I humbly dismissed myself. While Sima and Kirsten rutted away I crept out and stood in the hall head spinning. The space of the carpeted hall felt welcome. No-one would know what was going on inside. Slowly I twirled the wedding ring on my hand around my finger. Was I really going to be able to give this feeling up? To put it all behind us when we flew home? The lights were off as I entered. Much as I has left her I walked to the bed. She was sleeping soundly. Too young to understand what was going on in the adjoining room. The steady but faint sound from the next room was quiet but audible. I heard my wife’s voice but could not understand the words. Her savage, needy groans erupting every few seconds. The taunting laughs of the men. The regular ‘thump…thump..’ of the bed against the insulated wall.