Stories from author Got2

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African Customs - A Vacation Starts With A Bang

By Got2 ©

I met Anne when she was 22 and I was a couple of years older. We quickly recognized each other as lifelong partners and married after only three months. Our plan was to delay starting a family for at least five years but, near the end of our first year of marriage, we went on holiday in the wilds of Scotland and, due to me forgetting to pack condoms decided to take a chance, with the consequence that our twins, a boy and a girl, were born nine months later.

When I fell in love, Anne had a strikingly beautiful face but her figure was very slim (my parents used the word ’thin’). Fortunately, during the fourteen years since the twins were born, although her facial beauty has faded only slightly, Anne’s figure has ripened to a nicely rounded perfection. My career in IT has advanced to provide a very comfortable standard of living allowing my wife’s part time income to be devoted to luxuries, gifts and our holiday fund. Altogether we live a very contented family life with an adventurous and satisfying sex life once the kids are asleep.

As the children have grown I have ensured that our holidays were a mixture of the traditional sea and sun mixed with visits to the sites of ancient civilizations such as Pompeii, Egypt and Tunis (Carthage). My older brother Dave also has two offspring, a son the same age as my twins and a daughter two years older and the four have spent many happy hours playing amicably together over the years. So when he announced that his holiday destination was Orlando with the offer to take my offspring along with his own, my two jumped at the chance saying, “At last a holiday without any old ruins to tramp round.” That was how Anne and I found ourselves on a plane heading to Nigeria for our first holiday as a couple since the Honeymoon fifteen years before. The plan was to explore the ancient culture of the Yoruba of Western Africa; then we would head to a beach resort to enjoy the beaches.

After arriving in Nigeria, a bus carried us from the plane to the airport arrival hall where we carried our luggage through the X-ray machines and headed towards the exit, but, half way there, a tall African man in uniform intercepted us and pointed towards the customs benches. There was only one bench in operation with two couples already ahead of us so we joined the queue. Anne wondered why we had been stopped so I explained that they must check passengers using a statistical sampling technique and we had just dropped unlucky.

As I spoke a new official approached and stood watching. He was tall and quite heavily built, I reckoned 6’ 2”, about 4” taller than me. Apart from his height, the striking thing about him was that he was so immaculate, as if he had just put on his uniform freshly starched. His skin was not just ‘black’, it was the deep Black of Ebony stone. All the other staff tended to scruffy with hats pushed to the back of heads and ties at half mast so he was in complete contrast. His hair was cut short and neat, his upper lip sported what used to be called a military moustache and he was wearing designer sunglasses. It was very obvious that he fancied himself and I must admit that he was rather good looking in a swarthy foreign sort of way. I must also admit, I also found his look to be a bit intimidating.

When it came to our turn, I lifted both bags onto the bench and laid our passports beside them. As I did this the watching officer stepped forward, said something in the native tribal tongue and then told us, “There is an anomaly in your luggage, please come with me.” As he spoke he grabbed the passports together with my wife’s bag and set off towards the back of the hall. Following him, I was not unduly concerned, actually more irritated that this delay would probably cause us to miss the planned bus connection to our intended destination.

His office was simply furnished with tall metal cabinets along the middle half of the right hand wall. In front of these were two simple office chairs set facing a wooden desk behind which was a comfortable looking leather upholstered swivel chair. Along the wall to our left as we entered there was a heavy wooden bench with metal arms and straight ahead at the far side of the office a fair sized window. Placing my wife’s bag on his desk the large official indicated that we should sit on the metal chairs then took a pair of surgical gloves from a desk drawer and very deliberately put them on. I had horrible visions of an intimate body search but all he wanted was the key to the bag.

On opening the lid open he looked down and immediately his face broke into a large grin. With a sense of embarrassment I knew he was gazing at my wife’s underwear, garments only she and I were meant to see. Anne always wears feminine delicate under things but in preparation for our holiday we had visited an Victoria’s Secret shop and spent rather a lot on some far more risqué items.

The first pair of panties he merely held up and admired, but with the second pair, he took some time fingering the flimsy material, noticeably the crotch area. When he briefly wafted the third pair under his nose I began to lose control of my anger. When he then held up one of the recent purchases, up and started to very obviously picture Anne wearing them I leapt to my feet all caution abandoned. Fortunately, before I could move, he had switched to a black thong which he spun round his finger until it flew in the air towards me. I caught it and tossed it contemptuously back into the case and this small act of retaliation allowed me to regain control.

The officer saw my distain, his mouth tightened and he snapped , “All right, let’s get on with it then.”


However, instead of delving deeper into the bag, he began feeling the pockets lining the wall, his fingers heading unerringly towards the pouch at the end. “What have we here?” he said gleefully slipping his fingers inside and I went cold all over as he slowly withdrew a large silver makeup compact. You see I knew that the compact contained the worst thing possible, ‘cocaine’.

We indulged but didn’t snort, at least only rarely. For us it was more of a sex enhancer, placed on the gums immediately before oral sex. When I licked Anne with some of that in my mouth it was as if she had been injected with high octane fuel, causing her to writhe and squirm with ecstatic sensations. Her doing the same to me was somewhat different. It did cause my penis and scrotum to be engulfed in an envelope of delicious tingles but it also had a numbing effect that allowed me to last two or three times as long without cumming. As the realisation of discovery hit me I heard Anne gasp, “Oh shit!!!” and I looked towards her to see her staring back with horror filled eyes. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think,” she said.

On opening the compact, even before testing a grain on his tongue, the officer joked, “I guess this ‘face powder’ is exclusively for your nose.” But then, seeing the look on both our faces he softened and said, “This isn’t the end of the world you know. It’s pretty obvious that you’re not major international traffickers so at the worst you are looking at far less than six months. If you are really lucky you might even get off with a caution but the most likely outcome will be a fine.”

I wanted to know how long and he said we would be in court in about a week and would be kept in holding cells until then. In answer to my question about bail he explained that had to be arranged through the US Consul and would take a couple of days. The word ‘fine’ eased my mind somewhat but I still had little desire to spend any time as a captive in some filthy African jail cell. For years I had heard that the greasing of palms was endemic in most of the world and this individual seemed to live an expensive lifestyle, so with some confidence I stood and asked, “Suppose I offered to pay the fine to you now – I wouldn’t expect a receipt?”

“What level of fine have you in mind?” he asked and I was pleased to see that he had picked up on the subtext to my question.

“1000 – dollars.”

He nodded. “I like the figure, it’s a nice round number but American dollars are rather on the slide so I prefer the Euro.” This made it more than I’d hoped to pay but I nodded agreement upon which he leaned forward conspiratorially and said, “Just so we are both clear on this, what is the deal as you understand it?”

“Simply that I give you E1000 to put in your pocket and in return you return our passports and release us with all charges dropped.”

On my words the official’s expression hardened and he drew himself up to full impressive height to state, “You are now in real trouble. My government is currently having a purge on official corruption and they will take extremely seriously the attempted bribery of a customs officer. You’re now under official arrest.”

I started to say ‘You’ve no proof’ but, before I could finish, he pointed behind me. I turned round and looked on top of the metal cupboard to see the unforgiving lens of a CCTV complete with hostile winking red light pointing down at me.” The whole world has video now!

He advanced round the desk removing a pair of handcuffs from his belt. Submissively, I held out my arms but he only fixed a cuff to one wrist then moved me towards the door where he attached the other bracelet to the metal arm of the bench. That done he moved towards Anne who was sitting looking as stunned as I felt but, instead of arresting her, he bustled her ahead of him over to the window leaving me to contemplate my misery.

Less than an hour ago I was happily anticipating a carefree holiday and now I was facing years in the hell hole of an African jail. I was going to suffer unknown deprivation and hardship but it was thoughts of my wife that dominated my thoughts. With me incarcerated, she would have to return home alone and I had to wonder how she would manage to go for years without being with a man. Knowing Anne’s love of sex I doubted if she could and this thought tore me apart. Throughout the marriage I had been obsessively jealous. For example, although we often did role play as part of sex, she always had to pretend to be someone else because, on the two times she tried acting herself with me as the other man, I became so knotted up I was unable to perform. To be bluntly honest, my white cock just about shrank inside of me.

After several minutes with them just out of earshot, apparently gazing out the window, Anne turned and stood looking at me with a strange expression on her face. Before I had chance to consider the implications of this, The Official moved directly behind my wife, snaked an arm over her shoulder, and plunged a hand down the front of her blouse to blatantly fondle her breast. My head exploded, without thinking, I launched myself at him only to be brought to an abrupt halt by the tether securing my arm. I found myself face down with an almost dislocated shoulder, and shredded skin on my wrist.

Anne ran forward to help me up, magically producing a small white handkerchief to dab the blood and then use as a rudimentary bandage round the wound. Then still squatting in front of me she said softly, “He says when it comes to bribery he’s far more amenable to female persuasion and isn’t interested in money.”

“What the hell does that mean,” I snapped.

“He wants to fuck me and I’ve agreed. I got us into this mess so it’s up to me to get us out.”

“You can’t,” I pleaded, almost unable to believe what I’d heard. I felt bile sting my throat.

Still speaking softly and looking directly into my eyes, Anne said, “Darling, the choice is either opening my legs and letting him poke his thing in me for a few minutes or for us to fester for God knows how long in an African prison. There really is no choice - David, we both know how cruel an African Prison can be. It’s only intercourse. We just have to get through this and we’ll be able to enjoy our holiday as if nothing had happened.”

“But how do you think I’ll feel seeing him do that to you right in front of me?” I objected. Left unsaid was the issue of him being a Black Man.

“You don’t have to watch”, she told me with far less sympathy, shifting her eyes away from mine. “If you don’t want to see, just close your eyes.” With that she got up and walked to stand by her chair. The only sound in the room, her foot steps echoing off the walls. I had to swallow hard to keep more bile down.

He must have told her to undress because, without a word, Anne removed her jacket and hung it carefully on the back of the chair. Her skirt and blouse followed to be folded on the seat. She next took off her bra in a very matter of fact manner, dropped it on the seat. Her pert breasts exposed with her nipples already hard. Then, incongruously, turned to face him instead of me, as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and drew then down her lovely legs, quickly stepping out of them. These she simply let drop to the floor. There she was, naked, exposed, probably scared, in front of an African Official who’s name I did not even know.

Anne never had excessive pubic hair, but in readiness for wearing the extremely abbreviated swimwear, purchased specially for the holiday, she had reduced it down to almost porn star nudity, landing strip. It grieved me that he could now view what was intended for my eyes only; that her sexual lips were now open and his to take. At this point, unable to contain myself, I shouted, “Only with a condom!”

“No chance,” he replied firmly. Then added, “If it’s infection you are worried about, I had a full medical only three days ago and I have a clean report dated yesterday.” With that he walked round his desk, removed a sheet of paper from a drawer and dropped it together with our passports by my side on the bench.

“What about possible pregnancy,” I persisted. I was almost shaking with anger and fear as to what was about to transpire. A Black African was about to take my wife, slide his cock in to where only I am supposed to be permitted to go, with her consent but not mine. She would also be taking his seed.

“That’s your concern,” he said laughing, “We do have morning after pills even in a third world country.

During this small diversion, Anne had sat back down on her chair so when he moved back towards her, he largely blocked my view of her naked body, except for her face in profile. I assume he gave another order for she leaned forward slightly. Then, I clearly heard the sound of his zip being pulled down. There was some further activity then she suddenly froze with a mixture of shock and wonder on her face. At this moment, he stepped sideways to rest the back of his thighs against the desk, revealing that my wife was using both hands to support his cock. The damn thing looked huge and it wasn’t even completely stiff.

I know that Anne’s palm measure three inches across, plus, I know that when she holds my cock with both hands it virtually disappears except for just the tip. With him there was easily another hand’s breadth left exposed, even more. And the width was even more startling than the length. Clutching her thumb and fingers, she touched round the shaft but came nowhere near encompassing his girth.

She bounced his heavy Black Ebony Cock on her hands until it fully stiffened, then she moved it into an almost vertical position. Leaning forward, her tongue shot out, much like that of a snake, the tip lightly touched the head of his cock. I saw him twitch in response and I also jerked as an almost electrical shock shot through me; but when she repeated the action a moment or two later I suffered no similar reaction. A new variation followed with her rapidly flicking his Cock Head, still with only the tip of her tongue.

By this time his foreskin had fully retracted, Anne took the opportunity to run her wet tongue round the glans, licked her lips as if savouring the taste, then repeated the action. This was apparently satisfactory because her head plunged down to engulf the whole helmet in her mouth but then jerked abruptly upward so that it escaped past her soft lips with an audible pop.

Thus far her actions had been brief and measured, as if part of a technical exploration but now it changed as she took several inches of his cock deep into her mouth. From the movement of her cheeks I would have assumed she was chewing, had her mouth contained food and not warm flesh. This continued for a minute or more and even when his saliva wet organ did reappear she quickly ‘swallowed’ it again, as if her hunger had not yet been satisfied.

Next my lewd wife licked down the shaft to just above his balls and back again several times and then, as if just realizing the appeal of his ball sac, actually slid off the chair onto the floor to mouth and suck his testicles. She took each of his plums in turn into her mouth for a prolonged tongue caress and then seemed to get nutrition by just sucking the loose skin. By the time that she eventually regained the chair, he was emitting pre-cum in copious quantities. This she licked up eagerly, as if it were the most delectable nectar in the universe.

I was both amazed and shocked. Anne had done many of these same things to me over the years but usually in a light hearted manner and certainly not with the same single minded concentration on giving intense pleasure. The only thing I was grateful for was that she never paused to gaze up at him as she did with me.

This was the point at which things got frenzied and when I first noticed that, although of much lesser dimension, my own cock was every bit as stiff as his, tenting up inside of my pants. My wife’s head started rapidly bobbing up and down, taking an impossible length of phallus deep into her mouth while she manually worked the rest of the shaft, switching hands when one arm began to tire. I have watched many blow-jobs on video but never one with quite this degree of concentrated eroticism. Something had to happen, but it was he who brought this interlude to a close, not by ejaculating but be gently pushing her away. His large black hand pressing onto the top of her head.

He must have whispered to her what to do; Anne moved past him with apparent eagerness, to push various items aside and bend over the desk. She rested her elbows on the desk, arched her back, thrusting her butt into the air she gripped the sides of the desk with her fingers. The tall African blackmailer then stepped behind her, his cock still wet with her saliva, still hard and firm as a spear. The African then spent the next several moments sensually caressing those perfect rounded buttocks, then moving his hands down the backs of her thighs. Their skin contrast was staggering, ebony vs. pale white.


He stopped, moistened his middle finger then lowered his hand to caress her pussy. This is when my frustration began to be almost unbearable. A blow job was one thing, now he was at her sex. From where I was seated, Anne’s body was in profile so although I saw her twitch, even by leaning as far as possible to the right, I was prevented from seeing exactly where he was touching by the silhouette of her haunch.

I may not have been able to witness the act, but I could easily surmise what his actions were by her pleasurable responses to them. Depending on whether she wiggled her hips slightly or instead eased back towards him, I believed I could differentiate between his exciting her clitoris or probing those inner moist recesses with one or more fingers.

Suddenly he stopped, undid his belt, allowing his trousers to fall and puddle round his ankles; to be followed by boxer shorts pushed down below his knees. His large engorged cock stuck out stiffly, elevated slightly above the horizontal. The African spear ready to strike. I tensed knowing what was to transpire, my mind filled with both anger and fascination. I could tell that Anne also knew because she rose on her toes in anticipation. Instead of seizing the moment to impale her on his spear, he decided to torment her, to excite her with anticipation. Gripping his cock with one hand, he started by tapping her genital area with his heavy organ, then rubbing the helmet of his penis up and down her slit. I could sense her frustration building but he did not torment her for long. The picture of Ann’s beautiful pink pussy lips, flush with sexual desire, spread itself open to this African intruder cock head flashed in my mind.

After lining up the head of his cock on target, he turned his head in my direction and gave me the classical stare of the victor about to claim the spoils. Instead of the triumphal plunge home that such a look warranted, he proceeded to enter her slowly, in stages, taking several shallow thrusts and pauses to achieve full penetration. However, from that point he soon built up a strong rhythm, Anne quickly responded as she started to breath in heavy gasps, reaching out to grip the far edge of the desk with whitened knuckles.

When her breathing settled down my wife glanced briefly in my direction, her mouth open as he continued his onslaught. I think it was to see if I was watching. When she saw that I was, quickly she averted her eyes. There was an orgasmic moment when she gripped the desk edge, but the following times when he brought her to that state she only clenched her fists and cried, “Oh, Oh, Oh,” as the tremors passed through her. His mighty African Cock pressed deeply against her G-Spot, and area that requires great exertions on my part to reach with my white cock.

As the orgasms continued, I got a compulsive need to see his cock actually entering her. Despite the pain in my torn wrist, I stood and manoeuvred round to stand to the right of the bench. This meant that I now had to twist round and look over my shoulder but those vital few extra inches had increased the angle sufficiently for me to view the point of penetration. I could now see that his cock fitted so tightly that on every withdrawal stroke a narrow collar of internal vaginal skin was pulled out too. Also it was easier to observe how well oiled his shaft had become from my ‘loving’ wife’s lubricating juices. The taboo of watching a Black Cock slide deep inside of my white wife caused my knees to quiver.

Suddenly the big man withdrew and stepped back, although I am sure he had not spoken, Anne quickly turned and sat herself on the desk. Then she layed back with legs spread. I was not surprised to discover that skin on either side of her pussy lips had turned a bright pink. This view only lasted a brief few seconds because he rapidly reinserted his weapon into my Ann’s gaping pussy and took up where he had left off. The view angle was now more favourable, I abandoned my contorted position and returned to the bench. While doing so I thought about the quirks of life; for only that morning I had set off joyfully, anticipating a carefree holiday, and yet a mere few hours later I was watching the mother of my children being fucked out of her mind by a hugely hung swaggering foreigner. The sounds of their intercourse filled the room, as did the smell of their sexual musk.

He began to fuck her with rapid piston like strokes. At times my wife’s legs flapped free to his rhythm but at others they closed around his waist. Occasionally he would pull completely clear, wait a second and then ram back in to full depth, with this always evoking a noticeable response. Now whenever he made her cum, besides the heavy panting and high pitched moan, Anne squeezed and twisted her own tits, viciously crushing her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Not even the most unbiased observer could think that she was just ‘lying back and thinking on for the team’.

During this narrative I have not dwelt, for long, on my own mental state, but I need to mention that since the start, the jealousy in my gut felt as if I was being disemboweled. With every added element being an extra twist of the knife. Despite this, my own smaller cock had maintained its erection; now I found that I had somehow inched towards the front of this bench and managed to pull my pants rather tight. The taut material was putting a bending pressure on my stiff shaft and also constricting my balls as if in a vice. Unfortunately I found that sitting back failed to ease the pain.

He paused to force Anne’s legs up against her breasts. She obligingly hooked her arms behind her knees to hold them in place, spread for him. From this point on it was hard to tell if it was for his pleasure or my benefit, for he seemed intent on providing a master class in fucking. He had her head rolling from side to side with eyes closed and an almost continuous guttural cry issuing from her open mouth. On the occasions that her eyes did flick open they looked wild and uncoordinated. From point of when he entered her, I had heard no intelligible speech but now she clearly said ‘Yes’, three times in succession.

After a few more deep thrusts, he paused all motion; probably summoning energy for the finale. In that brief respite my attention moved from the events on the desk to myself. I realised with that at some point during all this that I had ejaculated in my pants. I shook my head, wondering what kind of degenerate pervert must I be to get off on watching my wife being raped. It was rape, if only technically, because that is how sex under duress is classified, but, an independent observer would not have seen duress. Looking for someone to blame for my disaster other than myself, I argued that had Anne shown more reluctance it may not have happened.

My wife’s Ebony African ravisher started again, building up a rhythm that everyone knows as a ‘cum stroke’. Suddenly, his back tensed and he gave a rapid flurry of thrusts before freezing in position. My imagination flashed a picture of the tip of his cock gushing with Black Seed, coating my wife’s pink insides, pooling up next to cervix. He stayed like that for a very long moment broken by a few further random thrusts, as if trying to gain even deeper penetration. I am convinced that during that final sequence Anne had to fight an urge to put her arms round him, perhaps even kiss him in gratitude for his ‘gift’.

Eventually he straightened, stepped back, letting his spent Cock pull clear to hang slick with the slime of sex, rapidly losing stiffness if not length. Even when he was no longer inside her, Anne still lay with her raised legs held in position by her arms. It was like a tableau, with nobody moving but with his eyes and my own fixed on Anne’s gaping cunt as a large glob of thick white cum came slowly out and began to ooze down the crack to her anus. He broke the spell by laughing and offering, “If you want to dive in there I’ll toss you the key.”

I did not reply. Had I been free at that moment I would have negated my wife’s ‘sacrifice’ by trying to kill the bastard, no matter how futile that attempt might be. Ann simply looked up at the ceiling. Finished with his moment of victorious bravado, the African assailant regained his demeanor. Calmly, he opened up one of the lockers and pulled out two white cotton towels, one small and the other large. With the small towel in one hand, he motioned Ann with the other hand to open up her legs a bit further. Gently, he then blotted his African Semen from between my wife’s swollen and tender pussy, using long strokes and tender pats to accomplish this task. However, I am guess that most of his seed was planted deep inside of her, were it stayed.

Then, he held out his hand and helped Ann to her feet. It took her a few moments to steady herself, still nude before this naked master. Then, he opened on of the drawers on his desk and took out a packet of towelett wipes. My regal wife looked her assailant in the eye as he proceeded to wipe her clean, starting at her neck. Ann kept her chin up and did not move a muscle as the African Official, her Bull, wiped the sweat and musk from her body. She kept perfectly still has he briefly wiped the top of her mound and slit. He even knelt before her to wipe her legs down.

Now somewhat clean, he grabbed the larger towel and stepped very close to her. Their eyes met again, but this time there as a kind of solemn acknowledgement, some agreement of mutual respect for the act that had been performed. Was it some token of forgiveness on the part of my wife? Or, was it appreciation? I could tell that this was a private moment between people who had just been intimate, so I averted my eyes, looking down at the floor, catching the action out of the corner of my eye as the African rubbed down my wife with the towel. Her breasts, back, buttocks, pussy, legs, and feet all received a through rub.


Finished, he threw the towel aside, pulled up his trousers and swaggered to gaze out the window. Upon which Anne reached down and collected her panties from the floor. Quickly, she slid them up her legs to cover her violated sex. The thin material being the only thing that would catch the fluid that would leak out. Then, she retrieved her bra from the chair. At last she covered herself with her skirt, blouse and jacket, but just stood awaiting instructions. She did not look once in my direction.

I think he must have been watching a reflection because our African tormentor turned on cue and beckoned for her to again join him at the window. They seemed to speak for a couple of minutes; then my wife walked over to me carrying a small key that she used to release my shackle. As she turned towards her suitcase I quickly removed my jacket and held it folded over my arm, hoping to conceal the wet patch on the front of my trousers.

“I think I may have caused you to miss your connection, so the least I can do is remedy that,” he said and, pointing to a door I hadn’t noticed he went on, “If you go through there and down the fire escape to the yard, my sergeant will be along in a few minutes to run you to your holiday destination.”

Carrying our respective luggage we headed towards that door but as we filed past the smirking officer, he said to me, “Thank you so much for the temporary loan of your wife. That was exceptional. You really are a very lucky man.” It was only my wife’s sudden firm grip on my arm that stopped me ruining everything at that late stage.

As we waited in the yard, I had to know, “What was he saying to you at the window just now.”

“He was giving me the key,”

“No, it was more than that,” I insisted.

“He was telling me he’s keeping my compact as a souvenir but that he’s put a packet containing twice as much coke in my case instead. It was what he had planted in there before he discovered we had provided our own drugs,” Anne admitted, seeming almost amused by his subterfuge.

I clenched my teeth in frustrated anger but I was puzzled how he had managed that because, from the moment he had unlocked the case, I had been watching him like a hawk. Then I realized that it had to be during the distraction while that G-string was whirling through the air.

“And he said his name is Karume.”

“Did he ask if you enjoyed it?”

“Yes.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him that I had,”

“Why the fuck did you say that?”

“Because it made sense to keep feeding his ego until we were both safely away from that office,” Anne replied impatiently, as if it should have been obvious.


We rode to our holiday complete in silence, sitting at opposite ends of the back seat, I with my jacket folded on my lap. I did not want to say anything in front of the driver and although I had plenty of issues on my mind, that was not the place to voice them. Just before being dropped off by the police car, I checked the front the front of my trousers and was relieved to find that the damp patch was now barely noticeable.


Part III


We got up to the top floor apartment and dropped our cases, upon which Anne stood as if expecting me to run forward and embrace her but when I failed to move she smiled at me and said happily, “At least that’s over, we’re not in prison and we still have the whole holiday to look forward to.”


my mind was racing, I was angry at the assault upon her, angry that I was unable to protect her, angry that we had no recourse but to submit to an African Officer moments after we landed in his country, angry that my wife so enjoyed her abuse that she orgasmed multiple times, angry at myself for my arousal of the assault on her and finally, hidden deep was my anger that I did not possess, and never would, a masculine tool that could so fill, dominate and pleasure my Ann.

Seething from all this anger, “If you say so,” I snarled, glaring at her.

Anne’s face dropped. “Darling, I know it wasn’t very nice for you to have to watch what happened and I know we have to talk about it but it’s not the end of the world you know.”

“Not nice for me but quite the opposite for you or that’s how it looked to me.”

“I only did what I had to.”

“Played the whore you mean. It amazed me how easily you slipped into the role.”

My wife looked surprised rather than hurt by my words. “What specifically did I do that makes you say that?”

“I could just talk about your enthusiasm, but being specific, all the times you have sucked me over the years you’ve never done all the things to me that you did to him.”

“Perhaps that’s because he had more for me to work on,” Anne said, her teasing tone showing that she was not taking me seriously.

“It looked to me as if you were deliberately trying to make him cum in your mouth.”

“Of course I was,” my wife said shaking her head. “I was afraid that if he fucked me it would have the exactly effect on you that it obviously has so I hoped to short circuit the whole damn circus right at the start. I certainly didn’t want his spunk down my throat out of choice.”

“Well what about when he put his cock in you? Just by looking at your face I could tell you were thoroughly enjoying it,” I said accusingly.

“Are you sure it was pleasure you saw and not pain? Imagine how you’d feel, lying naked on a bare wooden desk while something hard and stiff was rammed into you over and over again.”

“Answer me honestly, did you enjoy it?”

“That’s not as easy to say as it sounds,” Anne said, looking at me with sincerity in her eyes. “I love you and I knew how it would make you feel having to sit and watch me having sex with another man so mentally I was upset it was happening but physically it was a different matter. You’re not female so you wouldn’t know. A woman’s body is made for sex and is programmed to respond to certain stimuli whether she really wants it or not. Desire has nothing to do with it.”

“You are correct, I’m not female.”

“Think of it another way. Imagine the unlikely scenario of a beautiful sexy girl blackmails you to let her suck your dick. If she does every technique she knows do you really believe that she won’t be able to make you cum.”

“If she did to me what you did to him?” I asked bitterly.

“Yes, all of that and perhaps more, would your lack of initial desire stop from getting you off?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted reluctantly while conceding to myself that I would not have been unable to resist my wife’s talented mouth as long as he had. But then with a picture of the copulation in front of my eyes, I snarled, “But I certainly would not have gone on and screwed her with the kind of abandon you showed and then tried to claim it was beyond my control.”

Anne paused and studied my sour face for a long moment and then she said, ”OK, I’ve tried using half truths in the hope of protecting your feelings but that’s obviously not what you want to hear so here is the pure unvarnished reality. Yes, I enjoyed having sex with Karume, I enjoyed it a lot. Despite his arrogance he’s a very attractive man and he’s got a magnificent cock. Apart from the hard desk, I think every woman deserves to be fucked like that at least once in her life.”

“Did he make you cum?”

“You know he did. I think I managed to hide the first few but after that the orgasms were happening so continuously that I gave up trying and let myself enjoy them.”

Strangely, her admitting to what I had seen eased my rage bit also fuelled my insecurity. “Are you saying you would rather be with him?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Anne snapped back but with the tender look on her face at odds with the harshness of the words. “I love you so much and I don’t love him in the slightest. When you and I have sex, no matter how raunchy we sometimes get, to me it is always ‘making love’. I’m happy that it’s you and afterwards you always leave me feeling contented, I’m even contented just reaching out and touching your skin. With Karume it was pure sex and it was fabulous in a way that perhaps only pure sex can be. The difference is that after I’d finished doing it with him I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him unless it was to let him fuck me again.”

“If you got the chance, would you fuck him again?”

“Not if I was still married to you.”

“But suppose that I was miles away and there was no possible chance of me finding out would you?

My wife gave that a lot of thought before answering, “To be completely honest I don’t know. I hope that I would be strong enough not to but given the right circumstance I don’t know how much temptation I can resist. That Black Cock of his was magnificent. With ever thrust, even the shallow ones, the tip of his cock head rubbed against my G-Spot. It could not miss and it pushed me over the edge of control into a place where I could not help but feel pleasure.”

We seemed to be making progress and I know that my internal torment had eased considerably so I don’t know what devil prompted me to accuse, “You fancied him from the moment you saw him and that’s why you agreed to open your legs so quickly, that’s why you made such a meal of his cock and why you were so passionate with him.”

My wife’s eyes suddenly flashed, as they had on the rare occasions over the years when she had been really angry. “If it had been just the coke in the compact I was half prepared to risk that it would only mean a fine, depending on what deal he was prepared to accept. I would have agreed to suck his dick and get him off with a hand job but that was my limit. But then you had to escalate matters and make things ten times worse with your clumsy attempt to bribe him and that meant I had to do whatever he wanted.”

Anne paused for breath and then continued in a softer tone, “David, we both watched ‘Midnight express’ and we both saw that documentary, all the news reports about foreign jails and those interviews with people caught smuggling drugs. If we had ended up in prison it was inevitable that we would have had to put up with years of squalid conditions, poor food and constant sexual assault with that last bit applying to you just as much as me. I know that I could put up with being raped far better than you and if it had been necessary, to save you from that, I would have let Karume fuck me every day of our holiday, no matter how horrible he turned out to be.”

She looked at me sadly. “It turned out to be a lot less than unpleasant and that bothers you. What seems to be tearing you apart in not the fact that it happened but the thought that I might have enjoyed it. Would you rather I had hated every moment and been sobbing tears all the time he was poking me?”

I tried to stutter some kind of denial but Anne carried on, “And while we are on the subject of pleasure perhaps I’m not the only one who got excitement out of Karume fucking me. I wasn’t going to mention this but from the state of your trousers earlier, you got pretty aroused yourself.” She sealed it, and I knew it.

I was mortified that she knew. With a feeling of total humiliation I crumbled into a chair and sat with my head in my hands, biting my lip to fight against total emotional breakdown. Anne said softly, “I thought that was it,” then she was by my side, arms around me and with her soft breasts pressing against my head. “It’s quite natural, there is nothing at all to be ashamed of,” she told me urgently.

“Since the beginning of time, countless men must have been forced to watch as their partners were had by another man. In those times it was all about impregnation so as a defence mechanism, nature primes cuckolded men so that they are ready to send in vast numbers of killer sperm to destroy those of the intruder, as soon as they get the chance. That is just what happened to you and it was as much beyond your control as was my behaviour that upset you so much.” I hadn’t seen it like that. All the anger and guilt melted away like water down a shower drain.

I reached my arms round her and gave her a hug, mumbling, “I’m so very sorry for how I have behaved. I don’t know what got into me.”


“It was what got into me,” Anne said lightly but then in a more serious tone, “Darling that is all it was. Leaving aside the mental stuff, the base fact is that he put his cock inside my pussy and it meant nothing. Aside from some possible temporary stretching I am unchanged. Despite all that has happened I’m exactly the same woman I was before we left home and you are the same man. I love you just as much as I ever did, possibly a bit more, so let’s put it all behind us and enjoy our holiday.

I held her close to me, slowly caressing her back and breasts, kissing her, running my hands through her hair. With tenderness and compassion we reclaimed each other for ourselves. There was still the small, but not unimportant, issue of what was still inside of her.

I told her to undress and take a long shower. As she pulled off her panties I could tell that a bit more of Karume’s seed had leaked out of her. We both laughed when I said ‘what comes in Africa, stays in Africa’ as I tossed them into the trash. While Ann was in the shower, I asked to man at the main desk to direct me to a pharmacy where I could obtain a morning after pill. As I walked down the street to this place I reasoned that this task was the duty of a modern Cuckold, especially considering the potency of African Seed.

That night, after an excellent meal, Ann and I made love several times. Her body was still tender, but responsive, from her earlier exertions. I was able to tie my record for cuming in one night, four. But never, even though I tried my best, was I able to bring OFF Ann they way Karume had done. For her part, Ann truly enjoyed the fourth fucking I gave her. It was hard, deep and short lived, but it made her toes curl and body tense as though she was still in her 20’s. I think she liked being the center of sexual attention and pleasure of two men in one day. We fell asleep to the sounds and smells of Africa.

We enjoyed the next several days of our holiday. The inauspicious start forgotten, at least on the surface. Although taking siesta during the warmest part of the day we managed to visit many sites containing well preserved ancient structures, but the defining element of the week was the vast amount of sex. I have always enjoyed giving her oral, however, it became almost compulsive, with me spending many languid hours with my tongue licking and probing the place where Karume’s jumbo cock had been. Anne tried to reciprocate by using those oral techniques that had first sparked my jealousy. Those attempts were all short lived as her ministrations consistently brought me to the verge of ejaculation far too quickly. Still, I could not, to the best of my abilities, bring my beautiful Ann to the Orgazmic Bliss that she had experienced from her assaulter’s, her African Bull’s, cock.

Then, a devilish plan hatched in my mind. “This is Africa” the saying goes. To that I added, “What happens in Africa, stays in Africa”. To Ann’s love and sacrifice, for her ability to absolve me of my guilt, I would give her guiltless and unrestricted pleasure. I hoped that the hotel manager would recognize the name of a tall an prominent man named Karume, who happened to be an official at the airport.

[Brainmetal]

The Competition and Consequences Pt. 01

By Got2 ©

A story of ego gone too far...with consequences

It all began as a stupid competition that got way out of hand. I should have known better, should have seen the signs, used my intellect instead of my passions, but I was so driven to get the best of my Black Colleague that I didn't. Let me start from the beginning so you will understand where this all led.

I'm an average 36 year old guy: 5'11", 185lbs. I work as a consultant at a multinational firm. One of my co-workers, Wayne, a well built Black Man, was always competing with me; whether it was a new client, or a presentation, or for a promotion. Wayne and I always had a pretty friendly, but fierce competition. Our competitive nature carried into our personal lives too. Whether participating in sports or just a friendly game of cards. Wayne and I would compete and always try to best the other. His 6'2", 220lb muscular frame usually gave him the edge in sports, but I could often best him in non-physical activities.

Wayne and I even competed in the dating scene! Wayne tried (unsuccessfully) to steal my cute, but demure, girlfriend on numerous occasions. It wasn't until we were married that he finally backed off. I couldn't really blame him for trying. Julie is an incredibly cute girl: a brunet, only 5'2" and 95lbs, her petite body and deep blue eyes always attracted attention. With only a 34B chest and 32" hips, she looked more like a teenager than the shy 26 year old woman that she is.

Soon after Julie and I were married Wayne began seeing Susan. Susan is a striking 32 year old blonde with intense green eyes. Her long supermodel body weighed only about 125lbs - not a lot for 5'8" woman - and she would cause every jaw in a room to drop when she entered in one of her short, clingy dresses. Although I was really attracted to Julie, there was something in Susan's gaze that drew me towards her-an icy, confident, dangerous look that seemed to penetrate me. When ever I look at Julie's legs when she's in a bikini or a short dress, I feel a twinge of jealousy. On more than one occasion I have fantasized having Susan wrap her long modelesque legs around my hips as she submits to my cock.

Things between Wayne and Susan progressed rapidly, within a year they were married. Our professional society is beyond the 'racial thing' now. As a couple, they were strikingly good looking; no one mentioned race. During that time the four of us would get together often for skiing, shopping, and card games. Julie and Susan became great friends. Susan was like a big sister to Julie and really helped her come out of her shell. By the time Susan and Wayne got married, Julie was much more confident and outgoing - qualities that I did not mind at all since they carried into the bedroom too! Susan did share with Julie, (or was it a brag?) that Wayne was well endowed with male attributes. He'd always would giver her several orgasms when ever they made love. A little detail that Julie would chuckle over when she gossiped about it to me.

But, it was one more detail that I became jealous over. My cock is only in the average range of 5 ½ inches when erect. I struggle to get to the five minute mark when making love before I blow my load. This usually means that I have to bring Julie off with my fingers to get her to orgasm, or I use my tongue on her before I enter her. That gets her to orgasm before I enter her and have mine. Our lovemaking is satisfying but not mind blowing.

On the other hand, ever since Julie met Susan, I have gotten at least two blowjobs a week, sometimes more when Julie wants me to get hard again after my first orgasm. Julie's second orgasm, when I can bring her off after my second climax is always deeper and more intense than her first. Perhaps she was jealous of Susan's multiple orgasms given to her by Wayne.

After their wedding, life settled into a comfortable routine with Susan and Wayne coming over every Friday night for wine and a 'friendly' game of cards. Wayne and I were still as competitive as every and would go for hours trying to best the other. It was during one of our usual Friday night games that Wayne suggested that we change the stakes of the game and make losing more costly. "What did you have in mind?" I asked, knowing that neither of us were really into high dollar gambling.

"Well, how about a little strip poker? After each hand the losers have to remove an article of clothing. We will play as couple teams so that no one feels alone and embarrassed." I glanced towards Julie who was blushing, but nodded in agreement with this proposal. "The losing couple is the first that is completely naked," Wayne continued. "As a final penalty, the losers will have all of their pubic hair shaved off to shame them further and serve as a reminder of their loss."

I looked at Wayne with disbelief, "I don't know Wayne, a little strip poker is one thing, but this shaving stuff seems a little kinky to me."

To my surprise, it was Julie that spoke up, "Oh, I don't know Rob, it sounds kinda fun and naughty. I think we should go for it."

Wow! Julie had come a long way in the last year! As I began to rethink my reaction Susan smiled and said "Hey guys, we shouldn't pressure Rob. If he thinks the competition is too tough we should just keep playing like we have been." Susan then looked at me and gave me a sly wink.

That bitch! She knew just what button to push on me! I felt competitive spirit take control and said defiantly "I'm not afraid to compete with anyone, for anything! I propose we add a little something to the stakes. After the losers have been shaved, they have to orally pleasure the winners to climax!"

The three of them all looked at each other smiling and at me and then at me and said "Deal!" I was a bit taken by their fast reaction to my challenge.

Julie and I won the first hand and watched as Wayne and Susan each removed an article of clothing. Several more hands were dealt with us winning some, and losing some until both couples were down to their underwear. I couldn't help staring at Susan's incredible body. Her long thin limbs, tight flat belly, and awesome ass were definitely have an effect on me! I noticed that Wayne was eyeing Julie's tiny form. Her impossibly narrow hips suggested what I already knew-Julie was incredibly tight! I could barely get all of my five and a half inches into her when we had sex. Her vaginal grip on my cock, the pleasure of the friction is what brought me off so quickly.

I glanced at Wayne's boxer shorts and gasped internally: he was not even hard but looked like he was hung like a horse! Wayne was a big guy to begin with, but the lump in his shorts looked almost out of proportion to the rest of his body. No wonder Susan was always smiling! I noticed that Julie kept stealing glances at Wayne's and then looking away. Her face was flushed from what I assumed was embarrassment at being almost naked with the group. The sexual tension and anticipation had defiantly built up.

Wayne began to deal the cards and said "Ok, this is it. Since we are all in our underwear, let's not prolong it. The loser of this hand strips completely and is the loser for the night." Everyone seemed to give a quick nod at this suggestion.

I picked up my cards and stared at Susan, who did not seem to notice. "Mmmmmn" I thought. "I can't wait to see that hot blond's pussy shaved clean!" The thought of touching her as I shaved her distracted me from the game to the point that I made a small mistake and threw away one of the cards I meant to keep. "Oh, shit, I hope I didn't need that!"

After drawing I had nothing for a hand. Julie had only a pair of fours. Wayne smiled broadly and said "Three of a kind" as he laid the cards out. "Its time to pay up", he said as he reached over to Julie and began to unsnap her bra. Julie turned beet red as her bra fell to the floor.

"Now for the best part" Wayne whispered. Standing Julie up, he quickly placed his large Black hands across her stomach and down to the thin elastic strip of her panties. With a victor's chuckle he slid her panties down and helped her stand as she stepped out of them. Totally nude now, Wayne's eyes drank up her petite form as the bulge in his shorts began to grow. She was facing him, giving him a full view of her exposed, hair covered, public mound. Julie stood there somewhat uncomfortable, but was otherwise a real trooper about the whole thing. I was still in shock at losing.

"Your turn now," Susan said in a matter of fact voice. I stood up and slowly drew down my shorts. My normally hidden shy side was in control; I was no longer hard as my jewels came out for every one to inspect. My balls were even scrunched up in their sac, making them look smaller then when they are relaxed. My circumcised penis hung limp, about the size of an average thumb.

Susan looked down as my package and then up at me without a word. That dangerous, piercing look was back in her eye and she seemed to look right through me for a moment before getting up. "Ok you two, lets head to the bathroom." Susan lead the way up stairs as Julie followed her, giving Wayne a grand view. I followed up last.

"Your first", Wayne said as he practically lifted Julie onto the large vanity. Susan ran hot water into the sink and handed Wayne a can of shaving cream. Scissors were unnecessary with Julie's trim bush. Wayne squirted a blob of cream onto his fingertips, then pushed Julie back so she was lying on the vanity with her legs hanging over the edge.

We all watched as his large Black fingers began to lather Julie's little bush. He rubbed the lather over her pubic mound, then pushed her knees apart in order to apply lather to her pussy lips. As Wayne rubbed the lather over her fat little lips the bulge in his shorts began to grow. At least a few times he let a slippery finger stray into her slit, causing Julie to jump a little. Except for those instances, Julie was perfectly still with her eyes closed.

Susan handed Wayne a double bladed safety razor. No one spoke as he quickly shaved her entire pussy and pubic mound totally clean. The only sounds in the room were the razor passing over hair broken by the occasional swish of water as he rinsed it and the sounds of my beautiful wife breathing deeply as Wayne did his work. She occasionally opened her eyes to look down at the progress Wayne was making in removing her pubic bush. His black fingers and dark black skin on the back of his hand contrasted sharply with Julie's white and pinkish mound.

Once finished with his task, he pulled Julie up and stood her back on the floor. Her now naked little mound protruded from her belly slightly; she now looked like a young teen just before puberty hit. "There, don't you look cute now!" He said as the monster in his pants appeared to come to life. Then, with full bravado, he cupped my wife's pussy and ran his fingers up along his handy work, up to her belly button. As he did this, they both shared deep eye to eye contact. To the victor, I guess.

The sight of my little wife being shaved by a Black Man had and effect on me too; I was completely hard as I hopped onto the vanity. Susan said "Well, that's a little better than before." I winced at her stress on the word 'little'. Susan began to lather my pubic mound with her long, thin fingers. She had beautiful hands and longish, red nails filed to rather sharp points. As she lathered my balls she kept pinching my left nut between her thumb and forefinger. It wasn't especially painful, but did tell me that I best keep still!

The sight of the razor in Susan's long-wristed hand was making my cock swell like it had never done before! In a nonchalant manner she pushed my rock hard penis out of the way with her left hand. She flicked it away like it was just a trivial thing. Without even glancing to look at me, she got to work and expertly removed my pubic bush, to the root of my cock.

"Now for the tricky part" she smiled as she grasped my balls and pulled them away from my body, bringing the skin of my sac tightly toward her. I inhaled sharply as I felt the razor's twin blades press against my most sensitive region. Susan went slowly and removed all of the hair from my now tight sac. I breathed a sigh of relief once she finished and I hopped off the vanity.

Susan gave my a once over glance and said, as she too copped a victory feel on my sexual organs, "nice and smooth like a little teenage boy". Susan chucked at her own joke on my expense. Her fingers cupping my balls in their sac, her thumb pressing into my balls as her piercing eyes looked into my own as though she was claiming ownership of me.

"Stay up here" Susan commanded as we reached the top of the stairs. "I want to see the losers take a walk of shame down the stairs as we watch from the bottom". Julie and I glanced at each other, naked and unable to resist.

First, it was Julie's turn to walk down the stairs. She held her head up high as her little boobs sweighed with each step, her denuded pubic mound and pussy lips exposed, uncovered. Susan and Wayne clapped, hooted and commented on Julie's georgious form, commenting on her girlish look. Then came my turn to strut down the stairs with my exposed, hard, cock and balls bouncing back and forth, in full view. All three clapped and laughed at my pubescent, aroused, state. I never felt more naked.

It was now time for Julie and I to pay off the rest of the bet, the part that I, with my big ego, had added. Wayne and Susan each led us back to the living room where Wayne said "Now to finish the deal" as he pulled off his short and boxers with one swift move.

Julie gasped audibly as Wayne's huge cock and balls were freed at last. His penis was at least nine inches long and incredibly thick. The head of his member looked like a large purple plum and was already oozing precum. His balls were the size of extra large grapes and hung loosely in his hairy sac. Wayne reclined in an overstuffed chair and said to Julie, "payment time". He had a big grin on his face. Julie knelt beside the chair and grasped the colossal cock with her tiny hand-her fingers only made it about three quarters way around as she began to stroke it slowly.

Julie looked a bit reluctant to take his throbbing male member into his mouth. Susan broke the Ice, 'we are all friends here, no shame, just a little fun. Come on Julie, just put your lips together and give him a whistle." That was all Julie needed. At first she kissed the top Wayne's glans, then she licked the shaft as a tribute to his manhood. With a quick glance toward me, she took him into her mouth. Her slurping sounds filled the room.

I looked back at Susan. There was a large damp spot on the crotch of her panties to evidence her obvious excitement. "I don't want your fingers in me" she said in a matter of fact tone as she pulled her panties off. "In fact, I don't want your hands touching my pussy at all." I began to think that I was going to be left out in the cold tonight when she continued, "Your tongue will service me just fine, though." My cock twitched with excitement. I was going to eat that slender woman out-how delightful! I knelt before Susan as she widened her stance in front of me.

Hearing a little yelp from the other side of the room, I glanced over at Julie and Wayne in time to see Wayne grab Julie by the hair and pull her mouth to his cock. Before I could protest, Susan slapped me across the face and snarled "Your job is over here, loser." Somewhat shocked, I quickly refocused my attention on Susan's pussy. All I could hear now was Julie making deep sucking sounds, as she was obviously taking Wayne's cock deep into her mouth.

Unlike Julie, Susan kept her pubic hair trim. There was a neat little triangle of hair above her slit, tapering down to nothing. Her pussy lips were devoid of any hair. A perfect pink gateway of pleasure; I was not surprised at all.

Susan squatted over me and pushed her pussy onto my face. I began to lick her slit as my nose was treated to the musky scent of her excitement. Every time I tried to touch her she slapped my hand away. Instead, I had to use my tongue to push her lips apart to taste her sweet nectar. After a short while she said "Hold it, I want to get more comfortable".

"Lay down on the rug," she commanded. Susan got onto her hands and knees over me in a 69 type position. My excitement increased as I thought she was going to give me a blow job while I ate her out, but she quickly dispelled that notion. "Just so that you don't get any ideas, I'm going to use your balls to tell you when you are not pleasuring me enough." To remove any doubt about what that meant she grabbed my balls in one hand and gave them a hard squeeze, digging her nails in to them at the same time.

I jumped and grunted in pain, but before I could say anything, Susan squatted down onto my mouth and began to grind her pussy into my face. Every time I slowed my licking she would grab and squeeze or twist my nuts painfully. The feel of her finger nails scraping along the sensitive skin of my sac sent shockwaves of pain up my back. It seemed to excite her more each time I grunted in pain underneath her. Finally, I felt a powerful shudder pass through her body. Susan's hand gripped my balls harder. "I'm cumming!" she squealed as she almost crushed my nuts between the fingers of her bony hand. I jerked uncontrollably as Susan's juices covered my face in a powerful orgasm.

Susan got off me and flopped onto the couch to watch the conclusion of Wayne and Julie's session. My balls hurt terribly, I had an ache in the pit of my stomach as I slowly got up to my knees. Looking over, I watched as Julie sucked Wayne's huge cock. She could barely fit the large cock into her mouth, but Wayne didn't care.

He had a firm grip on the back of her head and was using her mouth to masturbate himself. Julie held onto his cock and was massaging his balls gently as he fucked her mouth. Suddenly, Wayne stiffened and pushed her head forward, onto his cock, and held it there. A low moan erupted from his lips as he began to pump semen into Julie's throat. Julie gagged slightly and tried to pull back but Wayne held her head firmly and pushed her face down further. I watched in awe as Julie began to swallow to keep from choking. A virtual stream of semen ran out around her mouth and down the thick shaft of Wayne's cock. Pulse after pulse erupted from him for what seemed like five minutes. Finally, he released his grip and Julie pulled back coughing, as a small trickle Wayne's cum ran down her chin. She had obviously swallowed down the rest of his semen.

Julie quickly recovered and practically ran to the bathroom to clean herself up. Slowly, weak in the knees, I got up and followed her after her. Together in the bathroom, naked, we silently cleaned our selves off with towels and tissue paper. Julie gave me an accusatory, 'hey loser', look. It wasn't me that suggested or wanted the sexual twist to our friendly game, but I added the oral sex part. What was done was done, I thought to myself. Just fun between friends.

Back in the living room, after we had both cleaned ourselves, Wayne and his wife Susan were holding each other, still nude, in their sofa. I could not help but still be aroused by Julie's naked and shaven body. Wayne could not keep his eyes off her either as she stepped back into her panties and got dressed. At least one time I caught Susan's icey eyes focusing on my cock as I got dressed. I gave Julie a big hug when we were fully clothed.

Susan was the first to break the silence, "I bet he'll be on 'Restrictions' for a few days at home after this" she said as she looked at me. Wayne responded, "No, I think back at home they will fuck like rabbits, those two, to put this loss behind them." Julie said nothing, but I let out a chuckle at Wayne's perception. Indeed, I was going to reconquer my wife after this incident.

After we got home that night I couldn't get the sight of Wayne's cock and Susan's dripping pussy out of my mind. Julie was a little tigress; we fucked for most of the night. Her little pussy was so lubricated and hot! For the first time I was able to get completely into her in the first thrust. I was able to bring her off several times. Each time she came, she gripped me hard with her legs, keeping me deep inside of her, and raking my back with her fingernails. However, I wondered if it was all my doing, or if she was thinking about Wayne's large Black Cock as she came.

However, for the next week, Julie would not give me a blowjob. But, every time I every time I stroked her now bare slit with my tongue, I thought of Susan, her stern eyes and what I'd truly like to do with that bitch.

The next Monday at work, Wayne and I went to lunch to discuss a couple of projects we were working on. The topic soon shifted to Friday night. "You little wife is one hot little Lady" he said. I nodded in agreement, the image of Julie taking his cock into her mouth as he held the back of her head still in my mind.

"You know, Susan thinks you are really hot too" he said with a wink.

"Oh, no way" I said. "She barely seemed to acknowledge my presence. Not to mention those icey eyes she gaves me from time to time".

"That's just her Dom side" Wayne explained. "When she has the upper hand she likes to be very dominant, but, when the guy is the winner, she is a purring pussy cat!" The thought of Susan submitting to me raced through my head. My balls still ached slightly from the workout she had given them, but not badly enough to miss the twinge of delight at my thoughts of her under my cock.

"Hum," remarked Wayne. "As a gentleman, I guess I must offer you a chance to get even with us. Are you up for a rematch this Friday"

And at that, my ego asserted itself. "I'd like to UP the winnings a bit. Take this up a stage."

With a twinge of delight, Wayne said, "Oh, you'd like to take this all the way? Past a little sucking? I could tell from the look on your face that you were thinking about fucking Susan. Okay, I could go with that deal. Winner gets to fuck the loser's wife." He laughed. "But, I'm sure the female side of this bet would like something out of the loser."

I almost regretted right there putting sex on the table, so to speak. "Um, but condoms must be used." I didn't want Wayne to shoot his load into Julie. I did not want him to possibly have the full benefits of using her pussy, shooting his Black Sperm into her. "Nah," I though, 'I want to reserve Julie's pussy for my sperm only in case we lose again.'

"Sure, Okay, condoms too, I guess", said Wayne. "We're both clean, but I guess you don't want to take a chance with my seed deep inside of Julie, I can understand that." Wayne was playing me. Bastard.

"I'll run this by Susan, but like I said, I'm sure the gals will want something from the loser to balance it all out."

All I could do was muster a "Yeah, okay", to end the conversation. The image of Susan underneath me, submitting to my cock, was the only thing I could think of for the rest of the day.

When I arrived home from work, Julie was there at the front door, in a thin blouse and short shorts, to give me a big kiss. As our lips interlocked her pert little breasts pressed into my chest. When we came up for air, I asked, "what was that for?" Looking me directly in the eye, Julie smiled and said, "for putting sex as the stake for Friday with Wayne and Susan." I started to turn beet red as Julie explained that Susan had called her a few hours earlier to discuss my 'suggestion'.

"I guess you want to fuck her, don't you, for shaving your balls and making you lick her out." I could not believe Julie was being so direct.

"Well," I stammered, "I guess you could say that. I'd like to get even with them"

Julie put her right index finger under my chin and laughed. "No, I think you want to fuck Susan. That's alright, she is a beautiful woman. She gets a lot of attention from other men and has a great sex life with Wayne." She then paused, then went on, "but, if we lose, that means I, your wife, has to have sex with Wayne. That Black Stud. Think you can handle that?" There was a challenge in her voice.

There it was, if we lost, I would be offering up my beautiful Julie to a Black Man. It was a risk I would have to take if I wanted to fuck Susan. It seemed that Julie was not only accepting of this, she was telling me she would not mind a fuck romp with Wayne.

I drew in a breath and said, "yeah, I kind of got carried away with this competition. You don't have to agree to this if you don't want to. I was going to tell you about it my self, but I see that Susan has already filled you in and you two have discussed it. I'm sure she has told you about the condom requirement. There won't be any risk."

Julie laughed again, "it's okay stud. I know you men like to compete. Nothing better than pussy to compete for, I guess. And yes, Susan did tell me about your requirement for condom use. I know you know Wayne is clean, so I guess you just don't want the possibility of him fucking me bareback and shooting into me. I get that too; some things should be reserved only for the husband." Now Julie was playing me, unbelieveable; clearly the influence of Susan.

All I could manage was, "yes, there should be some boundries. What better than a laitex boundry?"

We both laughed. "But," Julie went on, "Susan thinks there should be some reward for the winning wife. After all, the winner's husband will be getting a good fuck out of this deal. Susan proposes that the losing husband be the winner's wife's House Slave for the rest of the evening. Also, she thinks the losing husband should be forced to wear a chastity device as a penalty, until the next competition."

That sent a shock down my spine. "House Slave? What's that? Chastity? Isn't that a bit barbaric?"

Julie responded, "Oh, she just thinks the wife should make the losing husband her maid. The loser prances around with an apron, does a few house chores and things like that. As for the chastity, she told me it's always been her fantasy to lock a man in a device that will curtail all of his sex life, no fucking, no masturbation. I guess she is using this opportunity to play out her fantasy. If we win, I get to put Wayne into some sort of device and order him around; I like that idea myself."

There it was, all the stakes. The winner gets to fuck while the wife gets to be the boss of the loser in chastity.

Susan.

I could not get the thought of spreading her long legs out and driving my cock into her and giving her a pounding as good as she got from Wayne. Susan, so she wanted a chance to put in a chastity device. I was game with those stakes, I could play a better game of poker than Wayne.

"Okay, I am cool with those stakes. Let's set this up". With that, Julie put her arms around my neck and gave me a deep, long kiss. After we kissed, she practically ran to the phone to tell Susan I would accept all the terms. I was told to 'google' male chastity devices to see what I'd have to put up with if we lost.

Some of those devices looked downright cruel, with spikes on an inside ring. Others looked like metal bird cages for the cock to be stuffed into and yet others were made of plastic and allowed for some adjustment. The thought of having to wear any of these straightjackets for my cock for a week brought shivers down my spine.

Later that night, Julie and I made love like teenagers, several times. I first licked her to orgasm, each time I came I made sure I was balls deep into her when I shot me load. I wanted her to feel each spurt of my seed into her, but, of course, at least once I thought of nothing but Susan as I came inside my wife. However, never once did Julie go down on me. I guess that was my penalty for losing concentration in that poker game, forcing Julie to service Wayne's cock like some hungry slut.

For the next two days I practically rushed home after work to have sex with Julie. I saw Wayne just once for lunch, and that was just for him to tell me that everything was ON for our Friday night Competition. The sex was fantastic until Thursday Night. When we got all naked, Julie looked at me and said, "I want you to save yourself for tomorrow night" as her finger cupped my balls. I was okay with that, no sex until I got to romp with Susan; guess I should have thanked Julie for looking out for my sexual energy. But, Julie then suggested that I still go down on her. She mentioned that some of her hairs, as they were starting to regrow, were starting to chafe her pussy. Frustrated, but excited for the next evening, I kissed and licked Julie to several body shuddering orgasms.

I could hardly wait for Friday evening. I was bested once, but twice? Unthinkable. I rushed through work, seeing Wayne, and exchanging winks, only once. When I arrived home, Julie was already in the bathroom getting ready. She refused to let me see her getting dressed and ready at all. Something about a 'surprise'. When I was finally allowed into the bedroom I was delighted to see Julie dressed in a very tight black dress, high heels and fishnet stockings. I'd have to save something of myself for her tonight too, I thought. After a through shower and personal grooming, I was ready too. The scenery whisked by in a blur as I drove to our appointment of sex poker.

Wayne and Susan greeted us at the door; hugs and kisses all around. Susan looked stunning. She wore a red dress, her hair up in a bun exposing most of her neck, and leather high heel boots that came up to her knees. She was dressed to thrill. Inside their home, the lights were dimmed, a few candles were lit and a bottle of champagne was chilling in a ice chiller on the coffee table. Soft jazz filled the room and set the mood. I could hardly take my eyes off Susan; Wayne sat next to Julie on the sofa.

It was Susan who spoke up, "Oooo", she said, "I have to show you all the Chastity Device. It just arrived FedEx this afternoon." She walked over to the coffee table and picked up a clear plastic thing that was next to the chiller. It looked like a plastic cage for a cock, with a ring at the base. "It's called the CB6000," she proclaimed. "You put the cock inside of the tube part and the ring fits around the back of the balls. Then both pieces are locked together by a small padlock." She demonstrated, "Click! No sex for the Loser Slave." The girls really giggled at the sound of the clicking, but Wayne and I only managed a smile.

Looking straight at me, Susan said, "I've always wanted to put a guy in one of these. Lock him up and have the key to his cock, literally. Only fair that the hubby has to suffer a little since our pussies have been put up as the trophy for winning, no?" We all laughed. It was then that I realized how Dom Susan really was.

Susan passed it around for us to inspect. When I got to look it over, to me, it looked like Wayne would have trouble fitting all his equipment inside. Tough for him, I thought.

"Let's all have a drink," proposed Wayne. Susan produced the champagne glasses as Wayne opened the bottle with a resounding 'POP!" As we sipped our champagne the topic of conversation was how hot the women looked. Susan commented on how hot she felt bring put 'up for grabs'. Julie mentioned that our 'loser's' sex had been great all week, getting a sly grin from Susan who was probably informed as to how much oral sex I had given Julie.

After most of the champagne was consumed Susan announced, "we Girls have a show to put on for the Men. Time to show off what the prize for winning is going to be."

With that, both walked to the center of the living room. They hugged a bit and swayed to the music. Susan looked at Julie and said, 'House goes first.' My Julie smiled and turned her back to all of us. Susan gave us guys a grind and then proceeded to unzip my wife out of her little black dress. Then, she lowered the straps from Julie's dress and allowed it to fall to the floor, around Julie's legs. She held out her hand to help Julie step out of the dress.

I think Wayne and I were both spell bound. With her back to us, Julie's incredible hourglass form was accentuated by her high heels, fishnet stockings, a tiny red silk thong that went up the crack of her ass and exposed her white ass cheeks, the back straps of a frilly red garter belt and the back strap of a satin red bra. Slowly, Julie turned to face us, her smile letting me know that she adored the attention. I had not seen her in a garter belt since our wedding night. I noticed that she had also done up her finger and toenails in a bright matching red. I did not want Wayne to get this prize. We both clapped and whistled at this delightful spectacle. There was the faintest trace of a camel toe as the tiny red silk panty pressed against her shaven pussy.

"Now for me," Susan turned and presented her back to Julie. My wife swayed over to Susan, with a chuckle of delight, unzipped Susan out of her red dress, yanked it off her shoulders and pulled it to the floor, past Susan's knee high boots. Susan took a quick shuffle to step out of the dress. She was stunning, in full black lingerie. Black boots, black nylon stockings, black garter, black satin panties that covered her tight little ass, and a black satin bra. I was instantly hard when she turned to give us a full frontal view.

"Let's let em inspect the prizes," Susan said to Julie.

Susan locked her eyes on mine as she sauntered over to me. Prize indeed. I could not wait to fuck that bony bitch. Those leather 'fuck me' boots and her black lingerie really contrasted against her white skin. I'd give it to her as well as Wayne did, if not more. Susan just held her head high as I drunk in her form with my eyes and smelled the faint scent of her sex near my face.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Julie practically fall into Wayne's spread legs. He was smiling ear to ear as he brazenly stroked my wife's stomach with his black hands. He drew circles around her skin all the way across to her hips. Then he cupped her pussy in his right hand as she spread her legs just a bit to allow this and cocked her head to one side. I could see shivers roll down her spine. That's all the host will get, I thought to myself.

It was Wayne who spoke up and broke up the exhibition. "Since the ladies are already mostly undressed, and excited, why don't we dispense with the poker. One hand draw, winner take all"

I cleared my throat and asked, "what do you mean?" I didn't want to swing, I wanted to win this bitch in front of me. Plus, I was counting on my poker skills to get an edge.

Wayne responded, "Oh come on, just one hand, Susan will shuffle, Julie will cut the deck and we each draw one card. Aces high. Highest card is the winner. The girls are ready and we're both hard from their excellent show so let's just get this done." He was right, I could hardly argue. I wanted Susan's stunning body, that was right in front of me, so badly.

Looking down at me, Susan added, "Everything is ready upstairs in the bed room. As you wanted, the condoms are on the table. Of course, Magnum for Wayne and regular for you." Susan, always the bitch, gave me a sly wink!

Wayne stood and got the deck of cards from the table. Susan shuffled them well, her boobs swayed, incased in her bra, right in front of me. Julie, giving me a big smile, cut the deck. Her red fingernails really looked great. As the guest, I drew first. Seven of Clubs. Not bad. A lucky number...there were many higher cards. All commented that it was a lucky number.

Before Wayne could draw his card, Susan remarked, "Queen of Spades! Come on!" Wayne gave her a hard look for her rudeness, then he drew. Jack of Clubs!

I think I heard myself let out a deep sigh. Susan practically bounced up and down.

"Well, come on over and sit on my lap," Wayne said to my wife as he put an arm around her. Was he comforting her or taking possession? Julie, for her part, did not upset at all. She just kept her head up and smiled as she walked over to the sofa.

My mind was reeling. I could not believe my luck. Wayne was going to get my Julie, fuck her, and I was now at Susan's mercy. Cuckolded and chastity belted all at once. Stupid betting ego of mine, now I would suffer the consequences of my eagerness to fuck Susan.

Susan already had that damned chastity thing in her hand as she commanded, "take your cloths off, House Slave, and prepare to submit."

I didn't say a word. Not going to give either of them the pleasure of hearing me whine, or try and get out of this. I lost and now I had to pay up. Poor Julie would have to spread her legs to Wayne, but from her reaction, I didn't think she seemed to mind.

Once I was disrobed, I stood there in the candle light in front of them all at the center of the room. My cock was still hard from the excitement. I felt sorry for my cock. Susan put her hand on my chest, looked down at me and smiled. "Now, to take of that proud hard little cock of yours."

I did not see when she took the ice from the chiller. The shock sent shivers down my legs the moment she cupped my balls with ice cubes in her hand. I went weak in the knees as Susan looked into my eyes and rubbed the back of my neck with her other hand. Her cleavage just inches from my nose. "Thought you were going to fuck me tonight with that cock, didn't you," she whispered into my left ear. I closed my eyes as my cock and balls shriveled in her ice cold hand.

With my cock now limp and cold, Susan ordered, "down on the ground, Slave. Lie flat on your back and spread your legs." As I began to comply, she added, "and address me as Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," I said as I looked up as Wayne grinning at me, my wife, in her skimpy red lingerie, pressing into his chest on his lap.

I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes as Susan went to work on me with that thing. First, I felt her cup and squeeze my balls through the ring so that the ring was behind my ball sac, pushing my balls up. Then she pulled my cock forward and pushed my head and shaft into the clear plastic tube.

Once done, she said, "Alright everybody, now the fun part. Listen to this delightful 'Click'." A few seconds later, she pushed the tube and ring together, hard. Indeed, there was an audible 'Click' as both pieces fit together. Susan practically squealed in delight as she finished by locking the whole thing with a small pad lock in the front, right in the middle of my encased cock.

She pulled on the whole thing a few times. Checking to make sure it was secure, I guess. Then she stated, "there, all locked up, loser. No more sex life for you for a while." I did not like the vague sounding 'while'.

"Okay Slave, your first duty for tonight will be to undress Julie for us. Just take off her bra, unsnap her garter strings and get her panties down." My first humiliation as the House Slave had begun. "Yes, Mistress" I responded.

Julie looked at me, then down at my encased, chastised cock, stepped forward and whispered, "It's okay". Then she turned her back to me.

I unhooked the clasp of her bra and slowly freed her breasts for our hosts to enjoy. Then I ran my hands down my wife's sides, reassuring my Julie, until I reached the tops of her nylon stockings. I undid each garter support one at a time, a little 'pop' from the snap as each one was released. It was time for her panties. I slid my fingers under the elastic, then gently pulled them down over her wide hips. I could her sexual aroma as I bent down to hold her panties as she stepped out of them.

Susan, reveling in her roll as Mistress Bitch, said, "Oh look, still mostly shaved from last week's loss. I like the way her lips are full and pouty." Then she added, "Wayne, check if she's wet down there already."

Wayne stepped forward and put his big Black hands around Julie's waist, circling them around her and giving my wife's ass a good hard squeeze. Then he rubbed her pussy up and down, hitting the clit and fingering his way past her lips to test her arousal. Pulling his long Black index finger out of her and holding it up for all to see, "yep, she's about ready," he boldly teased.

"Oh, I almost forgot. House Slave, you must be a bit chilly, standing there in nothing more than your device. Here, put this on," she said as she threw a red frilly apron at me. It was one of those things that tied in the back, a woman's apron.

"House Slave, pick up all these cloths on the ground and fold them neatly. Make sure the dresses don't get wrinkled and put your wife's undergarments with her dress," Susan commanded me after I got that damned apron on.

While I was doing all that, Wayne continued to fondle Julie. Her breasts got lots of his attention. Then he lifted her up off the ground, put her chest up onto her shoulder and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. My wife...his prize! Soon, I would be cuckolded by my friend and working collogue.

When I had the cloths all neatly folded, Susan looked at me and said, "sex was your idea. While my husband enjoys himself with Julie, I will have as much pleasure with you as I can. She is in for some real pleasure tonight, but I doubt you will enjoy what I have for you."

Susan lay down on the sofa on her stomach. "Slave, get that oil from the drawer there and massage my back. Do a good job and I might reward you by allowing you to do my breasts and pussy. Wayne is getting Julie ready for him, getting her all wet and lubed up himself, but you will have some duties to perform up there before they start having sex. Now, get going on my back."

"Yes Mistress" was all I could muster.

After what seemed like half an hour, and with Susan almost purring as I massaged her back, we heard an "ALL READY!" call come from the upstairs bed room. Susan got up and commanded, "follow me."

Once we entered the master bedroom, on the queen bed was Julie, spread wide, with her pussy slick with her own juices and probably Wayne's saliva. Wayne, naked and right next to her, had his monster Black Cock standing at stiff attention, Julie's saliva coating it. "Slave," Susan commanded, "take the Magnum condom on the night stand out of its wrapper and hand it to Wayne. While he's putting it on you can lube up Julie with the tube of K-Y that's also on the night stand." It was unbelievable! I was being ordered to prepare my wife for the ravishing Wayne was about to give her. Julie simply looked up at the ceiling as I applied a bit of K-Y to her pussy lips and inside of her soon to be stretched vagina. But, she could not suppress the smile on her face while this was happening.

I finished quickly and was instructed to 'get down stairs so the winner can enjoy his prize'. As I followed Susan down the stairs, a series of sharp screams, of both pain and delight, filled the whole house. Wayne had entered my Julie, taken her with his cock. I wondered how stretched she'd be afterwards. 'Would her pussy still wrap tightly around my cock', I thought.

Back down in the living room, Susan let up. "You have been real good so far. A good sport in all of this. You have made it go well for us all, I know how hard this must be for you."

"Thank you, mistress". The muffled sounds of the intercourse going on up above broke the silent pause.

"I know how badly you wanted to fuck me. I saw it in your eyes even when Wayne and I were dating. I saw you looking me over last weekend. I didn't turn out for you, now you are the House Slave while my husband claims his prize. But, you get your reward for being good. Remove my bra and panties. Do it as well as you did for Julie. Then use the body oil to massage my breasts and pussy. Wayne will get the fun tonight and Julie will get the pleasure of his cock."

She then looked me in the eyes, "after my massage, I want you to pleasure me as well as you did last weekend. I won't have as much pleasure, as many orgasms, as Julie will have tonight, but I want some pleasure out of it."

She held her head high as I used my hands to remove her lovely undergarments, my fingers lightly playing against her pale white skin, worshiping her with my touch. When she lay down on her back, I gently massaged her beautiful breasts and pussy with the oil. Her nipples were tender between my fingers. Her pussy flush and full as I deeply massaged her, taking care not to allow my fingers to enter her pussy. All the while, the sounds of the bed springs, squeals of delight and grunts of Wayne and Julie's sexual exploits carrying down to my ears.

When I had Susan practically purring like a kitten, I put my hands on her knees and coaxed her to spread her legs wide for me. Her sweet pussy lips, all pink, oiled and inviting were open for me. I kissed her inner thighs, then dove down at the prize, the fingers of her right hand gripped my hair, tightly, as I began my work. I had lost this bet of my own making, my wife was being fucked by the Black Stud of a husband of Susan's and now I was locked in a hard plastic chastity thing, but the pussy that I really wanted all along was right in front of me, my lips pressed to it.

'Fuck it!" I thought. I was determined to show that bitch how good of a lover I was by licking and sucking her to one of the greatest orgasms she ever had. Plant the idea that the next time, it would be my cock that would give her pleasure, have her yearn for it.

I was relentless. Twirling my tongue in circles against her clit, licking the length of her pussy from clit to the bottom of her lips. My tongue swirled, darted, teased and plunged deep into her. Heck, I think I even hummed a few bars with my lips on her clit. I felt her body go tense with orgasm several times, until I sent her over the edge in a massive, toe curling, leg shaking, knee weakening full body massive Orgasm.