Here's another from Ludo! I love this picture... A caption..... perhaps this:
Mrs Emily Johnmister had been planning this for weeks. Her second anniversary. She'd rented a room at a very expensive hotel for her and her husband to spend the night. They were trying to start a family... Tonight would be perfect, a beautiful hotel, her new outfit and she was ovulating. Tonight was the night....
Tim Johnmister, was a workaholic. He was about to make a mistake... a BIG mistake. He was immersed in a spreadsheet, unaware that he should have left to go meet his wife and hour a a half ago.
Nikome Ugabe was a Nigerian businessman. A very successful one. He and his associate had been sitting across the bar watching buxom housewife and she sat and sipped her take and waited for her husband. As time passed it was obvious she was getting upset...
Ugabe had seen this before. He was perceptive if not downright manipulative and he was charming. Speaking with a cultured English accent he had manicured while studying at Oxford as a young man, he approached Mrs Johnmister, posing as a bored and clueless tourist and asked her if she could recommend any tourist locations in the city.
Ugabe had been to the city a hundred times. He saw the destination he wanted to visit sitting right in front of him. She was lovely.... She had chosen to wear only a small red dress. No underwear. Her full heavy breasts still sat high on her chest. Her nipples thick with the excitement of exposing herself like this and the prospect of being impregnated by her husband.
And now here she was, talking with a charming black stranger she had just met. After a couple of takes, Ugabe managed to steer the conversation to her husband. She told him all about trying to conceive, about her anniversary and about how her husband had stood her up....
Ugabe signaled his associate across the bar. He approached and joined the conversation. The men flirted and toyed with her fragile ego. After a few minutes they suggested that she might like to come to a party they were having in the penthouse suite here at the hotel.
She looked at her watch and realizing her husband was an hour and a half late... Fuck him! Sure why not. What harm could there be in living it up. And so she accepted the offer....
And hour later after another bottle of champagne, the anger at her husband standing her up and the subtle flirtation from the two African men was starting to have an effect. At about the same time as the men broke her down, her husband Tim, came running into the hotel, looking for his wife. He walked right past the table where she had been sitting when Ugabe had seduced her.
He had been trying to call her cell phone. Ugabe had put it under the bar and silenced the ringer. He knew she was takes enough and mad enough at her husband that she was ripe. And knowing she was fertile and there to conceive with her husband made it irresistible to him.
Unknown to anyone as her husband gave up looking for her in the hotel and headed back to the car, Nikome Ugabe was breeding the buxom wife for the first time that night. He and his associate would do so a number of times before the night was out. Both men took her over and over. Their endowment dwarfing that of her clueless husband. Who actually knocked her up didn't matter, as long as the pretty white wife ended up with a Nigerian baby in her belly.
She had never known such pleasure or pain. Never orgasmed during intercourse without clitoral stimulation. She had never had a man's penis grind her cervix in such agonizing pleasure and pain. Never been with two men, been with a black man or been pregnant.
Six weeks later, after a bout of morning sickness, she lay on her bed, rubbing her already swollen breasts and her sensitive clit... She rolled on her side, reaching into the night stand and reaching into the bottom and back of the drawer, she pulled out the business card for the President of Niger Imports, Mr Nikome Ugabe. Dialing, she hoped to herself that he was back in town on business.....
