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"Fuck me honey," she urged me, "Make me pregnant." She had made a sheath of her hand and urged me to screw her. This was affecting my ability to procrastinate my ejaculation and I tacitly conveyed this to by pushing her hand away but she didn't relent and urged me to continue whilst kissing me. A few moments later I tried that again and yet again she didn't relent. By now she was feverishly enjoying the session. Her lips were glued to mine and she was intensely kissing me.

Kishanchanji had been ploughing her for well over ten minutes now and she had perhaps touched her orgasm already but it just didn't seem that Kishanchanji was anywhere near his orgasm. Again, it just didn't seem his lack of ideal physique had anything to do with his performance in bed.

Manisha was tiring off and urged to change positions.

"Take me from back, Kishanchanji," she exhaled, getting from her position.

"Let me taste it first," she said, as Kishanchanji stood up on the bed. She pulled him with her hands on his butt and sucked in his large penis that was dripping with their juices. She moved her hand to my pecker as I sat right next to her watching her bob her head on his penis trying to in vain to stuff that penis as thick as a baseball bat into her mouth. I played with her breasts staring at her lips that were muscling their way onto his penis that engorged with ***** due to all the pumping.

She patted on his bum indicating that she was ready and let go of his penis and then in a sudden move turned to me and kissed me. It was wet and sloppy; she made me taste their combined juices without any inhibition. Kishanchanji asked her to get on all the fours.

"Oh no, Kishanchanji," she said.

"I want my husband to know," she said, "why it is you who is impregnating his wife and not him."

"Apart from the duration you can last," she added, "there is yet another thing that you excel at."

She adjusted the pillow and quickly lay astride it with her pelvis on top of it.

"I see," Kishanchanji understood.

"Check it out honey," she said, "he not only can put it inside in this position but also make me cum in no time."

"Vinit's slips out quite easily," she remarked to him.

And to my utter dismay the next ten minutes Kishanchanji fucked her for what seemed like a fuckathon. Manisha was completely crushed under his weight; despite his height, he outweighed Manisha by about 30 pounds. She screamed in ecstasy as each stroke of Kishanchanji launched her into uncharted territory with his penis quite certainly knocking on her cervix. And finally, she held onto his thigh as he ejaculated inside her with groaning loudly. Kishanchanji was lost in bliss but Manisha gave me a smile as she received his seed.

Kishanchanji collapsed on top of her. His whole body floppily resting on Manisha. It just seemed as if a slender Arabian horse was ****** to be bred by a pony. As I had mentioned he was much overweight and despite Manisha's voluptuous frame he dwarfed her in girth but lengthwise Manisha was much taller. She patiently waited under him; in fact she urged him not to move. Eventually Kishanchanji rolled off; having ensured that sufficient of his semen made it home.

She requested me to find her pantie and then wearing it to protect the bedsheet from spots; she proceeded to clean his slimy penis of all the remnants. Kishanchanji didn't quite care for it but was glad that she did it without him requesting.

"Now go have fun with your husband," he said.

"Not here," he remarked, "and don't make any noise."

She quickly turned off the light and held my hand and took me to our abode. Kishanchanji turned to the other side. Without saying anything in the dark, she found my lips with her hand and planted her lips on mine. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and transferred the slimy substance into my mouth without hesitation. She held to me lovingly while kissing me in a languid manner, making sure that I got a real taste for their juices.

She took about a minute or so and then whispered into my ear, "I am more than done for today."

"But, I want you to eat me," she added.

"Lap it up every single drop," she added in her teasing voice.

"Show me that you are glad a real stud has fucked your wife!"

She motioned me to climb the bed and after I was settled in my position. She climbed after me and without any further talk, she straddled my face and with a minor adjustment she lowered her pelvis right on top of me and then she smudged her pantie covered pussy on my mouth. The slimy substance had permeated through her pantie and by now the strong pungent odor didn't unnerve me. I parted my lips and she slid aside the gusset of her pantie to let it all drop into my mouth. It was thick and sticky and didn't easily drool into my mouth.

Manisha pulled out my pecker that was losing its erection and stroked it to perfection - within the next couple of minutes I ejaculated in her hand. She made sure that I did it all inside my underwear. It was a mess but I was glad that my pending frustration had been relieved.

Manisha finally lay aside me and lovingly whispered, "I love you."

"He must be extremely pleased with you," she continued.

"If only you had invited him to our bedroom on our wedding night, you wouldn't have to suffer from the *********** he would throw at you."

"Is that the reason?" I blurted.

"Ssh..." she hushed me.

"Yes."

"He had been staking his alpha male claim," she answered, "but I wasn't quite ready back then."

"Now he knows that you won't challenge him ever," she said, "on this front."

"Are you happy though?" she asked.

"We pushed you a lot more than usual," she added in concerned tone.

"Don't worry," she assured, "this is a secret between us three."

"Is this only for the three years?" I asked.

She didn't answer; her hand gently massaged my chest, particularly focusing on my nipples.

"What would you like?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered.

"You have something on your mind."

"No."

"Think," she said pushing me.

"Are you going back to the vanilla lifestyle again?"

I didn't answer. But I thought, the answer was clear to both of us.

"What is on your mind?" I asked after a few moments of painful silence.

She shook her head, "nothing."

"You have planned this all over - you have master plan already."

She smiled.

"Physically I want to belong to Kishanchanji," she said, "but emotionally I don't want to be distanced from you."

"Kishanchanji wants me both physically and emotionally."

"And then Amirchanji desires me physically as well."

"All of this is not possible unless you accept a lesser role in our married life," she added after a brief pause.

"You don't want to have sex with me," I uttered in a dejected tone.

"Quite the contrary," she said, "I would like to have sex with you every night."

"It just that on certain nights I may be too tired to allow for penetrative sex," she said, "like today."

"And I want to ***** in your arms every night!"

"And Kishanchanji would be putting buns in your oven?"

She giggled.

"He is trying hard," she whispered, "but there is no chance."

"What?"

I was stunned by her admission.

"You are on pills?"

"Yes," she seethed.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"He doesn't know - this is a secret between us."

"You didn't want to get pregnant from him?" I said elated.

"I didnt' say that."

"Then?"

"It is complicated," she said.

"Why don't you ***** on it and we talk when get back," she said and slept in my arms. She headed back in the wee hours in the morning to her other (primary) husband and to my dismay I found her encouraging him for a fuck session again. Kishanchanji wasn't very eager but finally did let her have her way. This time she rode him in cowgirl position and there for the last few minutes Kishanchanji fucked her again. She saw me watching them quietly and after finishing her last act, which was cleaning up his penis, she returned back to me. Once again, she nonchalantly planted her lips on mine and expected me to part my lips and welcome her tongue. Kishanchanji wasn't paying any attention to us was quite possibly already dozing off.

She ensured my face was smudged with their juices once more and then whispered, "there is more of it down there."

"And guess what," she added, "after you are done, you can screw your wife."

And then there was a repeat of what happened earlier with much pleasant ending for me. It took me a little longer this time around due to my earlier ejaculation and her dilated pussy.
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The second day was pretty eventful. Manisha formally introduced Kishanchanji to our sexual lives. There was little hidden between the three of us now. We three had seen each other naked and also in the act of making love; or as Kishanchanji would have put it - in the act of having sex. Manisha vibrant as she was the previous evening and repeated her morning routine. They both stepped out for their morning breakfast, leaving me to take care of Tushar.

Most of the morning they were by themselves, enjoying their honeymoon. Manisha met me briefly around lunch time, when I asked her to meet me alone so we could talk. With Kishanchanji around, we had no privacy and couldn't share our concerns or excitement. We decided to meet later that afternoon. She didn't want us to be seen together on the ship as she was Kishanchanji's wife during that period.

She met me soon after the afternoon interlude with her new husband. The usual routine of me eating her freshly fucked pussy ensued. When I tried to mount her later, she resisted. She pushed me back when I tried to ignore her attempts to stop me. She held my face firmly and said, "Honey, you should not betray Kishanchanji's trust in us?"

"He let us be together knowing that you wont take advantage of it."

"You are taking this too seriously," I retorted.

"Yes, I am," she shot back.

"If it wasn't for my conscious efforts," she seethed, "Kishanchanji would have already ******** Tushar."

"What are you talking about?"

"Yes, he may very well had taken my virginity, had I not been slick."

I shook my head. All of this was a shock. I knew that he tried his luck but didn't realize that there was much more to it.

"Honey," she said in a concerned tone, "Kishanchanji has manhandled your wife much earlier than you think."

"if it weren't for myself and his ******** Mamta, you would have been cuckolded long ago."

"Perhaps within the first few months of our marriage."

"Then what was the talk about not pursuing you hard enough?" I blurted.

She smirked.

"Kishanchanji is quite often right about you."

"What?"

"You are an imbecile," she uttered in frustration.

"Honey I need to understand what is going on?"

"No," she retorted, "you just need to have faith in our relationship."

"But I need to get some idea about what is going on?"

"No," she retorted.

"You need to have faith in your wife."

"But," I interrupted.

"No buts."

"Your days of negotiating with your wife and others are over," she said curtly.

"You ought to accept that your wife is the property of Kishanchanji and Amirchanji."

"And there isn't much you can do about it," she said and added, "not now."

"What do you mean?"

"Henceforth, it would be Kishanchanji's will in the bedroom and perhaps Amirchanji's."

"Yours would be a distant third."

"Honey aren't you stretching a little too far?"

"Not really - unless you have forgotten what we have been through in the past couple of days," she said, looking straight into my eyes.

"Why are you insisting on some of the despicable things that until recently I couldn't even imagine?"

"For the very same reason you would want your young and beautiful wife fucked by an ugly, fat, old bastard!"

She said it emphatically but there was a chuckle that she couldn't contain. I stole a smile as well.

"Seriously, why?" I pushed her.

"Look it is complicated," she started.

"No one can understand what has been transpiring under our roof - the sane people may not even believe it."

"Yet this is the reality."

"You have certain perversions that you wanted us to enact and we did it."

"Similarly, I have some that we are enacting."

"But Manisha, some of the stuff is not something that I can withstand," I countered.

"Yet you endured most of it last night," she retorted.

"It is difficult," she said, "no doubt but we can endure it if we get something in return that gives us a lot of satisfaction."

"What satisfaction?"

"You are incorrigible," she said teasingly.

"You want to hear it," she said, "don't you?"

"It's like verbal foreplay for you!"

The little bit of anger that had built up in us had dissipated and we were warming up once again. Fortunately, Manisha and I never had any kind of major disagreements and as I had mentioned several times previously, it was difficult for me to change her mind once she had decided on something important that was important for her. Similarly, there were a few things were Manisha would give me more than my share of choice.

She kissed me again in an attempt to make out with me again. We were half-naked and rolled in the bed again. Unlike a few minutes ago, where her attention was mostly focused on her pleasure, this time, she focused on my pleasure and made out with me the way she would do on those aggressive nights. She pushed her hand inside into my trousers that was never done during our earlier interlude. However, this time around, she flayed upon the button in a flash and groped my my flaccid penis. And then she kissed me. There was something sublime about her kissing. We always loved kissing and kissed quite often but something had changed in her demeanor towards it, ever since Kishanchanji entered our lives.

While I found her to show a strange fervor for kissing with Kishanchanji and had witnessed her in action several times. A few times without her knowledge, so knew that she really loved kissing him. She had also admitted that although she had a revulsion for him and couldn't comprehend kissing him ever, she never let any opportunity slip by once she embraced him fully. Looking back the statistics of the kisses she had in a regular day simply stump us. During the period of our marriage without Kishanchanji, we would kiss about two or three times in a day in a non sexual manner. And the kissing in sexual manner would mostly happen in the bedroom and even then it was restricted to the foreplay activities. I would still think that we kissed far more than an average Indian couple during the first few years of marriage. Apart from our tremendous physical attraction for each other, we also took good care of our bodies, which meant having a bath before heading to bed on most evenings. This also was accompanied by our clinical breaths that turned both of us off. We never spoke about it explicitly but knew that the kisses during those sessions were not as deep nor as long.

Although, we both showed an aversion for unhygienic conditions, we rarely let each other know about it explicitly. Instead, it was tacitly conveyed to the partner and sure enough a change would happen the following evening. This confidence in each other instilled a willingness to entertain each other in any condition. This is how I learned that I liked eating Manisha's stale pussy. Now, this is not to be confused with a creampie. It is the state of pussy between 12 hours and 24 hours after bath. Anything longer than that usually has a strong stench and shorter than that doesn't quite have the delicate aroma or taste that I longed for. On the kissing front, I more or less preferred a cleaner breath; not the clinical breath that you get after rinsing with a mouthwash or brushing your teeth. However, I would by lying if I said that I shunned away from kissing her just because of her poor breath. It would be extremely unlikely for her to have one as she was too finicky about it and secondly my urge would usually be much stronger.

Manisha on the other hand always preferred me in more or less clean state. Hence, her acceptance of Kishanchanji's unhygienic ways leave me often with a gnawing feeling. She disliked the strong pee smell and avoided fellating me during the times when she was unsure about my state. But that was never an issue with him; not that I am complaining.

Anyway, coming back to the kissing. Manisha's kissing activities had practically quadrupled.

Her kissing would be languid often at times when we explored other aspects of our body. Our intention would be to lengthen it as much as we could by keeping our lips glued but exploring our bodies alternately. And quite often her hand would move to my pecker and would gently stroke it. My pecker was gaining back its proportions again.

"Don't you love this?" she asked, between her kisses. Her lips gently touching mine as she puckered her lips.

"Why do you ask for anything more?"

"Wouldn't these and the lips below suffice for you?"

"Kishanchanji is annoyed due to your encroachment," she added.

"When did I insist?" I complained.

"Then I argued with for nothing?"

"Anyway," she said, "I want to be connected to you but we may have to curtail our errant tendencies."

"What tendencies?"

"Your urge to fornicate with me."

"That's normal."

"Yes but not with Kishanchanji's wife," she retorted.

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Sudden change of heart confused me. Yesterday she was marshalling my cause and today she was doing the exact opposite. This wasn't the Manisha I fell in love with but I would openly admit that this Manisha aroused me sexually far more than the younger, innocent one. They may have discussed and Kishanchanji may still have reservations about me mating with her especially when she is trying to conceive from him.

"He doesn't like it," she said, "but is willing to tolerate it in moderation."

"What do you expect from your other husband then?" I asked. There was more a sense of frustration than mockery in that but Manisha brushed it aside and said, "you need to learn that you can't have your way anymore."

"Why does Kishanchanji have such a problem?" I blurted.

"He is boning you most of the time anyway."

"Yes but he doesn't want anyone else doing the same - not when he is trying to sow his seeds?"

"You mean to say after you are pregnant we can resume our normal life?"

"No."

"He would devise other ways to limit your sexual time."

"It is just his way to make sure that I belong to him," she clarified.

"Which I do, right?"

"But?"

She interrupted me saying, "don't waver on this - the bus has left the station already."

"Remember," she said, "you agreed to a life free of inhibitions."

"You are playing second fiddle from now on," she said, sealing my lips with her kiss. The kiss was intense and deep whilst she wickedly played with my pecker. Instead of stroking it - perhaps to avoid ejaculation - she would bend it all the way down, even beyond the point where it would cause pain. And then her hands would touch my balls; massaging them and squeezing them a little harder than usual.

"If you listen very carefully," she said, breaking the intense kiss, "we can have the best period of our sexual lives in the next few years."

"And I am confident that this would bring no material harm to our lives."

"Here are the rules..."

"Rule No 1. Henceforth, I am Kishanchanji's wife. He is my primary husband and his needs far outweigh yours."

"Rule No 2. Sexually I belong to him. Your main purpose is to facilitate and encourage our sexual relationship."

"Rule No 3. Our sexual activity would be restricted to oral sex with infrequent but reasonable episodes of intercourse."

She didn't give me a chance to react and after tidying up herself stepped out of the room. I was left there to wonder; how drastically my life changed. Of all her Rule's the 2nd' and 3rd bothered me the most and primarily because it seriously curtailed our sexual activity. All the while I was thinking, Manisha didn't have the potential to be perfect wife from one of those perverse stories but little did I realize that she could easily put them to shame with her dastardly stipulations.

There were moments where I suspected Manisha's commitment to our marriage and me as her husband. And in a conventional sense, this may seem like a stupid pondering but I knew there was more than what met the eye. It wasn't as if I didn't desire some of these qualities in her; I did and that's why I had pestered her to have an affair. Although, I was unnerved about her choice and resented her for it to some extent, I can say for sure that with him she would have most satisfying sex-filled years.

I stepped out with Tushar again when I got a message from one of the boys their that someone wanted to speak to me. It was an phone call that was not very common on the ship and hence they had special rooms for it. It was Mamta. I was surprised to hear from her but she wanted to talk to me urgently; since the call would be expensive, she asked me to get online. That too was expensive but I agreed.

We started the chat. I was sitting in the quiet corner of an empty internet room.

Mamta said, "your wife is turning out to be much smarter than I thought."

"Why what happened?"

"She is double crossing my ****** by bringing in Amirchanji as well into the equation."

"Why do you say that?"

"She had agreed to get pregnant right away but I know that she has seen the doctor to start her pills."

"Our agreement was that we would start an affair with you right away."

"Both me and Malini."

"You all are insane," I slammed on the keyboard.

Firstly, it was always difficult for me to understand women and secondly it was doubly difficult to talk to a woman who can't observe decorum in a relationship. After all, how much did I know for her to talk like that, I thought. But then I had already slept with her twice.

"Perhaps," she said.

"But if you don't rein in your wife then you will surely become insane."

"Why?"

"Kishanchanji and Amirchanji hate each other - what would happen if they had to quarrel over a young damsel?"

"A damsel who surely is not in any kind of distress!"

"She has to belong to only one - and that can only be Kishanchanji - now."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"1. Hide the bottle of her pills."

"2. Have no sex with her until she gets pregnant."

"You can have oral sex but avoid penetrative sex."

"Strange," I said.

"Why is oral sex okay and penetrative sex not okay?"

"Aren't they all sex after all?"

"It is complicated," she wrote.

"Just do what I say."

"Penetrative sex creates an effect that is very conducive for conceiving."

"Apart from the fact that it is required to conceive, it makes it easier for the woman to conceive."

"Oral sex is more placating - especially for a woman who has other partners already."

"It would be difficult for me to make the pills bottle disappear," I wrote.

"Do whatever it takes," she wrote back.

"We need to make sure that she gets pregnant. Pregnancy would rein in some of her sexual hunger and hopefully she will realize that living with two men is insane already; there is no point bringing in another."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Remember, this is only the first one," she said.

"We need at least two."

"Why stop at two - your ****** is able enough to keep her pregnant all her twenties."

"She has got these crazy ideas about using her body to expand your business."

"It is stupidity. It doesn't work that way."

"Everyone would only use you."

"Malini is waiting for your return - we can start right away."

"Although there isn't much hope the second month after delivering a ***** but you can try your luck."

"Are you serious?"

"Her husband is henpecked anyway - he wouldn't even know."

"But only one - no more."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"Mamta thanks for your generous offer - but we should not rush."

"Look," she said, "Manisha would become a whore if you don't push this issue right now."

"No, I am talking about Malini and me."

"Oh..."

"We should think this through," I wrote.

"Don't worry - it will take a while for you to sow your seeds."

"Firstly it is her body that would not allow and secondly it is you ;)," she wrote with a smiley at the end.

"Mamta this seems too sudden," I interrupted

"Shouldn't we all take a breather?"

"Think this through first?"

"What is there to think?"

"Your wife has slept with my ****** and may soon ***** with Amirchanji and if that weren't enough she may ***** with ten other of your business associates."

"Do you want a scandal?"

"No."

"Look it is hard to understand but I have been in touch with Manisha for past few years and I am confident that she is not the innocent girl you think she is."

"I know and you have played a part in corrupting her."

"Not quite."

"She was wetting at the prospect of making out with my ****** for sometime."

"I only helped her in feeling comfortable with that urge."

"That's not I heard from her."

"As I said, don't take everything at face value."

"What about you?"

"I am direct - there is no beating around the bush."

"I might not know what went through her mind but my recollection of various incidents is spot on."

"I want you to share everything you know."

"And then I will try everything from my end to lock her down to Kishanchanji for a little while."

"Although I don't think, I will be able to contain her for long."

"Yes, I know."

"But this first pregnancy should do a world of good."

"It started very early - the very first time she met my ****** in your house."

"He was so sexually aroused after meeting her that he just resolved to have your wife as his mistress."

"Don't ask why."

"Your wife is way too pretty for someone like him to resist."

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"My ****** has had a history of prowling on a women."

"You don't want to know how many women he ****** his will on."

"And how many of them showed up the next time and the next until they were satiated."

"Yes. Manisha told me about it."

"The very first time; he made sure she had no doubt in her mind about his intentions."

"During the next few meets, he continued this approach."

"Our ****** was very close to you and your family, so she couldn't do much."

"Did she talk to you?"

"Yes."

"I told her to keep calm and avoid him. He won't ***** you but will not easily back out as well."

"I advised her to talk to you but also warned her that this may escalate the situation too soon."

"Deep down I didn't think Manisha would fall for him but i knew that if she wavered even a little he would sweep her off her feet."

"All she had to do was fend him off *****fully."

"You are saying she didn't do that?"

"She did but her will was not strong enough."

"I think, she kept on wavering - she didn't think this was right but somehow her body also loved the feeling of being pursued by another potent male."

"And on the fateful day," she wrote, "I saved you from losing your wife altogether."

"Was it on our wedding night?"

"Evening?"

"Yes."

"Both Malini and myself were at your home all the time along with her."

"We told her to not be alone even for one moment until the grand finale with you."

"But she played stupid or smart, whichever way you want to see it."

"Once he had managed to hug her from behind when she was alone in the downstairs bedroom looking for something."

"Everyone was in the living room."

"My presence stopped it immediately."

"Really?"

"But she was already decked up by then and what was she doing there?"

"You may not like it but strangely, I feel she was giving him opportunities."

"She was completely decked and my ****** had felt her quite well by the time I interrupted."

"What did she say latter?"

"She thanked me profusely."

"But her flushed face and labored breath confirmed that she was sexually aroused."

"Why wouldn't it?"

"That whole week she had been waiting for this evening. Her body had been preparing her for it."

"We avoided most of that evening my ****** effectively and then late in the night; just about fifteen-twenty minutes before we were to let you into your master bedroom, if you remember," she wrote.

"Manisha went upstairs to use the bathroom."

"Everyone was busy but my eyes were on her."

"I noticed my lecherous ****** head upstairs soon after that."

"My will weakened somehow then - on one hand I was really happy that my ****** was enjoying charms of a younger woman and strangely I started believing that Manisha would not resist him and on the other hand this was a scandal that I knew would destroy your marriage."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, I sat there wondering. And my heart paced rapidly with his each step."

"I had an option to stop him completely but that could have antagonized him a lot."

"So, I thought if Manisha resisted him then I would help her but if she didn't then I would let him enjoy her a little."

"What happened?"

"Hold your breath."

"When I entered the bedroom, I saw a sight that both scared me and mesmerized me."

"He had pinned her against the bathroom door and was necking her; her hands were pushing against his chest but there was hardly any resistance."

"She was melting in his arms."

"Was there any distance between them?"

"None at all."

"How long were they together?"

"Not sure - but must have been 3-4 minutes - 5 minutes top."

"Was she really kissing him?"

"No."

"She was avoiding his lips but that is how it always starts."

"There was passion, hunger in her response and yet the same time a sense of helplessness."

"It didn't seem like a **** then?"

"No. Much like non consensual sex."

"Did he kiss her?"

"Of course yes."

"The moment he squeezed her right breast, she yielded to his lips."

"He ravished her lips for what seemed like an eternity."

"Did she kiss him back."

"Yes but not as much as you want to think."

"Her lips were parted?"

"Does that surprise you?"

"He had his tongue probing her mouth for several minutes."

"You stood there and watched?"

"I was helpless."

"When did you exactly head upstairs?"

"Actually, almost immediately after he entered the room."

"He didn't bolt the door?"

"Strange - but he was worried about the implications of doing that."

"So, I didn't leave it to chance and tiptoed behind him and stood by the door that was left ajar."

"Did your ****** knew?"

"I don't think so."

"And then?"

"Well Manisha was in the bathroom and when she came out she simply froze after seeing him in her room."

"Did she scream?"

"Are you kidding?"

"She was shocked - he took her in his arms and planted kisses on her neck."

"She tried to evade but didn't try very hard."

"Within moments she was pushed against the bathroom door and the furious kissing ensued."

"His hand moved to her breast and her reaction was explosive - she parted her lips and welcomed his kiss."

"You did not intervene?"

"No - not immediately."

"After about five minutes, I made my presence felt but first I bolted the door."

"And?"

"Well they were caught in the act - Manisha was petrified but my ****** didn't care much."

"He asked me to leave but I didn't."

"He changed his positions and now was holding her in gentlemanly way in his arms but was still kissing her neck."

"Manisha stood there?"

"Yes in his arms," she wrote, "can you believe it?"

"His hands were practically on her bum and her body completely glued to his."

"And given how tall she is, there is no way a kiss was possible without her willingness."

"And yet their lips were glued."

"What happened next?"

"He admonished me for spoiling his party but Manisha was relieved, although a little disheveled."

"What happened next?"

"You should know - it was your wedding night."

"Given this background - is there anything that stands out in your mind about that night?"

"Nothing," I wrote. But in retrospect there were a few things that stood out. Firstly, she was incredibly hot and receptive. Secondly, she had minimal inhibitions considering that she was a virgin. Thirdly, she didn't stop at one session that night. In a very subtle manner, she pursued me thrice that night. Not that I wasn't keen; the second time it was my initiative and the early morning session was mostly hers.

"Really?"

"Yes it was the usual," I answered.

"Did you talk to her after that?"

"Not that evening."

"But after you folks returned from your honeymoon."

"What happened then?"

"Well, I explained it to her that she was heading down a dangerous path."

"If she wanted to keep her marriage intact then she distance my ******."

"And she did to a very large extent."

"But the real reason why nothing happened until now is because I ****** my ****** to make a promise."

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"What?"

"To forget about her?"

"No - that was not possible."

"It is naive to expect that."

"What was it then?"

"I made him promise that he wouldn't ***** himself on her."

"If she voluntarily wanted an affair with him then it was fine but no coercion."

"You asked him to seduce my wife?"

"Hello?"

"There wasn't anything left to seduce," she wrote.

"It was the only way I could stop him."

"All your wife had to do was just have control on herself - or perhaps you should have done a better job in the bedroom."

"What happened next then?"

"My ****** kept his word. He tried very hard to charm Manisha all these years."

"You never advised Manisha to pursue her affair with him again?"

"I did."

"But not until after about three years of marriage."

"Nothing happened in all those years?"

"Not something that I know."

"Although my ****** had been romancing her and Manisha was warming up to him."

"When did you advise her and why?"

"When we spoke after the honeymoon, I told her that my ****** was interested in her and hence she would have to do everything to keep away from him."

"But added that he wasn't a bad person and was quite an adept lover."

"She wouldn't be disappointed if she did take him as her lover if she ever wanted to."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

"You never shared gory details about your ******'s previous affairs?"

"I did to substantiate my claim."

"And when did you finally agree on this latest proposal?"

"She started changing her mind after she got pregnant and finally she started getting serious after Tushar's birth."

"She didn't want to go behind your back and not sure what was going between you but she seemed to be more confident about starting her affair with him."

"And how did the pregnancy thing come about?"

"That was Manisha's desire."

"Aren't you making this up?"

"Not really."

"We encouraged her by agreeing to the deal of taking care of you in return."

"But she didn't want an ordinary affair - she wanted something truly extraordinary."

"That's in a nutshell."

"Now go back and just convince Manisha to be his wife."

Manisha had shared with me most of the these things but didn't share the gory details. I wasn't sure if there was much to the story and if she was trying to hide something insidious. It was not a difficult decision for me. It was clear that Manisha had to be only Kishanchanji's wife. Amirchanji could only play a cursory role in our lives. This is how I had preferred right from the beginning; her having one dedicated long term lover.

That evening I strolled the ship alone leaving Tushar with her. Kishanchanji too was out alone. The more I thought the clearer the picture emerged; I really wanted her to belong to only Kishanchanji. It also made sense keeping the practical issues in mind. However, why was I thinking that Mamta was on my side. Manisha may have hidden a few things but I surely didn't think she could do something as insidious as Mamta implied. I was perhaps reading too much in to her statements. I returned back to the cabin a little later. It was only about 7:00pm. The sun was setting and I thought that both Kishanchanji and Manisha might have stepped out already to romance each other again.

It was a surprise to find them in the cabin after I returned. Manisha was feeding Tushar on the bed while Kishanchanji was in the balcony sipping on his scotch. He called me out while Manish lay there. Giving me bottle of juice; since he knew that I hardly drank much and avoided ****** most of the times. The sea was quite calm and it wasn't as cold as we thought it would be.

He spoke to me, "Vinit do you have any apprehensions of me impregnating your wife?"

I was stunned with his direct approach. I shot a look at Manisha again but she was busy with Tushar facing away from both of us. The slanting rays of sun illuminated our cabin. But the most important sight lay right in front of my eyes. Manisha was wearing a skimpy, semi-transparent, short dress that barely came up to her thigh. The off white, pinkish colored lingerie adorned her skin very well. Her legs and thighs looked slender and shapely at the same time. Her top was a small garb that you could tie together at the waist and perhaps button up with a floral hemming. She tied back her black, thick hair in a big knot, which exposed her slender neck as well.

"Look Vinit," he said, putting his hand around my shoulder and pulling me in so that I squarely faced Manisha. She was of course oblivious to what was happening on the other side.

"Let me be honest. Your wife is the most beautiful and loving woman I have known personally."

"I am deeply obliged for honoring me with a right to mate with your wife and more importantly to inseminate her."

"I am an old codger and have experienced several fine women during my younger days."

I was a little surprised by the tone of his dialogue. It wasn't the usual garrulous, dominant Kishanchanji but rather the kind of elderly person you would always look up to.

"Really, I mean it."

"About fifteen-twenty women," he said.

"Five or six of them were fine women from very well regarded families."

"However, only one or two were under the age of thirty and that too barely under thirty," he added.

"About three or four were my long term lovers - I mean for about four or five years," he continued.

"And," he chuckled, "I must have impregnated two or three of them."

"I can't be certain about the third one - but I might have impregnated the second woman twice."

"Honestly - no one knows and not a single soul suspects."

"Did they do it on purpose?" I asked.

"No..." he said shaking his head.

"Such things are never planned they just happen."

"Although - I really think the second one's husband knew everything and perhaps encouraged her - but one can never be sure."

"Anyway, I don't want to gloat about my conquests."

"The point is," he said, bringing me closer and pointing towards Manisha, "she is not only the finest but also the hottest woman I have known."

"She is not the kind of woman who would settle for ordinary lovers."

"I don't mean to insult you but such is life."

"Having affairs is something that comes very naturally to her."

"What exactly are you saying?" I interrupted.

"That if it hadn't been me, it may very well have been Amirchanji."

"You know that she has the hots for him too, right?"

I shook my head.

"Anyway," he continued, "her libido is incredible - do you know how many times we did it on our first night?"

"We were awake practically that whole night having sex."

"Coming back to the point," he continued, "you can't contain a woman like Manisha."

"She is bound to err - one way or another."

"And men are always on the prowl for such women!"

"All I want is abundant love and sex; there is nothing for you to fear from me."

"We started with three years but seriously do you think you alone can do justice to her beauty?"

"I mean look at her - isn't she gorgeous?"

"This is a ****** of one ***** and look at her shape?"

"Show me an Indian woman who takes care of her body that well?"

Hearing all the talk; I felt Kishanchanji had gulped his glass of scotch already.

"There aren't many who can boast of such a long dong who you can trust," he added, cheekily, goading over his majestic equipment.

"And here is the thing - he said facing me now."

"I have amassed enormous amount of wealth with no heir to pass it on."

"My ********* want me to get married again and settle down - but I am too old for that stuff."

"Here is a beautiful young wife who is willing to offer me everything that I would have wished from my prospective wife."

"Why do I have to look elsewhere?"

"And Vinit," he continued, "let me be honest with you; my heart won't be content with just one."

"I can assure you neither would she be."

"You know how I can tell that?" he whispered.

"That flimsy thing," he said pointing to his penis, "that is supposed to protect?"

"She wanted none of that."
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"Kishanchanji are you saying that you weren't pushing your luck?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But honestly do you think anything can happen without her desire?"

"Look," he said, "Manisha is getting too involved with all the stuff about Amirchanji."

"Bringing him into this equation - at this juncture would unnecessarily complicate things."

"You were suggesting that though, right?"

"You can't be serious - why would I want to share her with him?"

"If she enters the family way soon then it would put a rest to his thoughts for a little while."

"And then what?"

"What?"

"I mean after she delivers our *****."

"Well her maternal instincts would take over and her desire for sex would subside a little."

"Do you think so?"

"If it doesn't I would gear up for the next one."

"Don't get me wrong," he responded when I had a puzzled look, "Manisha is all for it."

"It's getting cold," he said and headed back into our room.

My elderly neighbor lay next to my wife as she breastfed our ***. I moved to the other side of the room, cleaning up the bed and tidying the room up. It was getting darker, so I turned on the light on the far end that left both of them in a little bit of darkness, or at least so they thought but the faint light, highlighted Manisha' voluptuous figure. I realized that her top wasn't to be buttoned down; instead it had laces that could be tied together. Her brassiered inside, seemed like the regular one that made breastfeeding easier. Both her globes were perfectly exposed, the bottom one only partially exposed as Tushar was sucking on it but the other one looked much bigger and droopy. I looked at her pink areolas that had turned deepish red after her pregnancy and ********** but her nipples still remained a little smaller than what is expected on breastfeeding *******. In their unrestrained state they resembled more of a longish mango that is very popular in India. It was puffy and filled with milk; very well shaped with no marks on her skin. Quite surprisingly her breasts looked a little bigger and puffier to me in that state. Not sure if my mind was playing any games or her body was already mixing Kishanchanji's seed with her eggs.

When the thought of her pregnancy hit me, I immediately looked for her her purse where she kept that bottle of pills. It wasn't there but then I realized that she had transferred to Tushar's medicine bag. Did Manisha purposely hide it away from Kishanchanji's prying eyes? Was he pestering her to get rid of the pills? These thoughts crossed my mind. I quickly opened the bottle to see if she had used them at all and to my dismay it still had the tamper proof seal. Did she really intend to use it or was she simply playing another game? Yet I noticed that this had lead to a stiff erection realizing that she was in the process of making baby with her primary husband. All the talk of Mamta about trying to persuade was simply a ploy, I wondered. I wasn't sure; it was certainly complex. Having realized that, I was happy that she would not stray beyond Kishanchanji.

My eyes moved back to the scene in front of me. Kishanchanji was nuzzling into Manisha and Manisha was enjoying his sensuous foreplay. He was whispering something into her ear while kissing her earlobes delicately. She pursued her lips and exhaled in response to his ministrations. Her quickened breath gave away that she was getting excited by his overture. Kishanchanji pulled aside her exposing her top and her upper torso. Her left breast was fully visible now along with her slender waist and flat tummy. As the sun set behind, the bedside light illuminated more of her body and I noticed that her body had practically no signs of having borne a *****. This was from a distance of about ten feet. Kishanchanji's dark hand with his stubby fingers lay across her milky waist now. The stark contrast between their complexions was intoxicating. Neither Manisha nor Kishanchanji bothered about my presence; I was practically invisible for them.

He was whispering something again into her ear and she looked at him and pursed her lips to offer a kiss. Kishanchanji gently caressed her tummy and moved his hand to her breast. She tried to elbow his hand out but Kishanchanji managed to land his index finger on her nipple. He made circular motions with his finger around her nipple. Manisha shut her eyes and surrendered to the sensations, I thought but she soon mouthed, "What are you doing?" in an effort to avoid saying anything. Perhaps they realized my presence.

Kishanchanji continued to titillate her by gently stroking her body, mostly spending his time on her sensitive nipples. With only a few moments, Manisha had returned to point of no return. She twisted her neck sideways and offered her quivering lips for his kiss. Kishanchanji had unbuttoned his shirt and his oversized belly was clinging to her back now. He was practically draped around Manisha as her twisted torso embraced his body with her upper leg parting to allow his left leg to cross her right leg and ensuring a perfect alignment of their crotches. Again it was a sight to behold as Manisha's left hand went behind his butt to hold him close to her while she swapped saliva with him. She gently caressed his tongue with hers as their breathes collided. I didn't think Manisha would engage in such a kiss with Kishanchanji as it leaves you exposed to your partner's breath completely. Unless you can tolerate their breath you can't prolong the kiss. But then I had underestimated her passion for him several times already.

Apart from the contrast of their complexion, another thing that stood out was the difference in their bodies. Manisha was only twenty-three and on top of that she had kept herself in amazing shape despite having borne Tushar. On the other Kishanchanji was an elderly man with receding hairline, greying temples, with an oversized belly that boasted plenty of hair . The hair on his chest had already started greying. Another important feature of Kishanchanji were his sagging chest and resembled more like breasts but for the presence of hair. In short, the age difference between them was strikingly visible. Kishanchanji stood only 5'1" or 5"2" while Manisha was about 4 or 5 inches taller than him. Manisha was a little shy of her ideal weight while Kishanchanji was about twenty or twenty-five pounds overweight and hence the combination looked quite interesting. If I were to use the *********** imagery, it seemed more like a young cow in her puberty was brought to be inseminated by the overfed and overweight mighty alpha bull. The contrast in the weights is sometimes measured in multiples and not percentages. It was always interesting to me having seen some of those younger cows; their slits looked so tight and tiny that it almost seemed impossible for anything but your fingers to make way. And then their frail weight always made you question the possibility of them taking the weight of an oversized bull for the duration of the penetration. Its surprising how nature always finds a way to make the copulation possible and fruitful.

That sight mesmerized me and made me wonder why we were bargaining for more than what life was giving us already. Did we really need that advantage over my partner or business allies to do better in business? If it was only to extend our business then that wasn't very alluring to me. True, the sexual aspect of that always excited both of us but in reality it is always safer when you restrict the number of people to one or two.

Kishanchanji's hand moved inside her pantie and cupped her vagina. She exhaled audibly as his fingers traced her lips.

My mind pondered about the pills that were still in my hand and then it occurred to me. Whether or not she had them or not, I decided to hide it away. Tushar had dozed off mostly, based on Manisha' actions. She pulled off her teat from his lips and arranging herself scooted aside from him and turned to face Kishanchanji. Now her lips welcomed his with complete abandon. I stepped toward the bed and lifted Tushar to bring him back to his bed. Laying him in the lower bunk and providing him adequate protection and turning off the light on that corner, I moved towards them.

Kishanchanji was laying on his back while Manisha lay on his side with her leg across his thighs. She was kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Her hand was busy caressing his body and especially his chest. I found her hand several times squeeze his chest; just the way a man would squeeze a woman's breast. It was an interesting sight as Manisha rarely did this with me. I kneeled forward and helped remove her top that was uselessly covering her upper torso; her breasts were rubbing against his body anyway. The brassiere was already untied and came off readily. She was completely naked above her waist and looked tempting to say the least. She helped Kishanchanji remove his shirt as well.

I proceeded to slowly pull down her pantie and she aided me in getting rid of that as well. Manisha was now completely naked in front of us. She wasn't quite this naked the previous night, although that difference was only of technical nature. Manisha slid down and started kissing his chest. She soon homed in on his right teat. She suckled on it the way Tushar suckled on hers. Kishanchanji was obviously enjoying the experience. As I carefully watched her actions, I noticed her to grab his nipples between her teeth several times. She succeeded only a few times and when she did it lead to a moan from Kishanchanji.

I laid down next to her and started kissing her bum. She didn't pay any attention to me but moved her thigh higher over Kishanchanji's body, providing me a better access to her opening. But it was not that easy to wedge my head inside to lick her cunt. Perhaps she wanted me to lick her backside. I had done this more than a few times but never in front of Kishanchanji besides I wasn't sure if she was clean. However, I kissed and moved closer to the opening. There was no kind of smell as she seemed to have taken a bath after their afternoon interlude. Without any further encouragement, I snaked my tongue out into the tight crevice. Manisha fidgeted and soon I found her hand on my hand encouraging me to continue it.

On the northern end, Manisha continued pleasuring Kishanchanji by playing with his nipples. Time stood still as we pleasured each other lovers. I no longer considered myself as Manisha's lover; if at all I was her first husband and it seemed very likely an unworthy one. Manisha not only showed fascination for him sexually but also showed emotional attachment. After what seemed like a while Manisha moved up and continued her kissing again. I found her hand traveling into his pajama and tried to free his equipment.. His pajama was soon bunched around his ankles within no time. Manisha then held his flaccid penis that already looked quite thick. She held it from the base and and squeezed it, in an attempt to stimulate it. I perhaps have mentioned this several times already but was obliged to stare at his marvelous equipment and describe it. Just as described in the previous episode about half of his penis was showing with Manisha's hand wrapped around it, holding it from the base. That is quite a substantial statement for an Indian male. As explained Manisha was not a petite woman; true to her Sindhi genes. However, it was always Kishanchanji's girth that appealed to me.

"Why Kishanchanji?"

"Why?" she asked.

"Why didn't you push your luck on our wedding night?"

"I didn't want a wife going behind husband's back."

"This is better," he said lifting his head to look at me.

"This is it," she said, looking at me, "this is the one that gave me so much pleasure that I could only dream of in past four years of our marriage."

"It just seems like an injustice," she said, "that you weren't allowed to cover your mare."

"Come on honey?"

"See it."

"You saw it pleasure your wife last night."

I reluctantly lifted me face up and lay it on her thigh. Not realizing that it brought my face perilously close to his specimen.

"Touch his sacs - that was produced the abundant semen that was leaking through my pussy and you tasted it on my lips."

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Manisha's verbal foreplay was getting uncomfortable but I had endure it to ensure that they don't derive any pleasure from it. I didn't think this kind of *********** would last longer than a few sessions. Quite suddenly Manisha twisted her waist, in the process bringing my face on top of his pelvis and in no time Manisha used his penis as paint brush and painted his precum on my lips.

"Inhale the aroma honey," she said, "that is how a real man's smells."

"And this is what we expect on an alpha bull!"

"It's okay, honey," she urged me, "lick it."

It wasn't as if I hadn't felt this close to his penis last night. I tentatively flicked my tongue across his peehole. It was obscenely salty and it was clear that he hadn't washed it at all the whole day.

"That's it," she goaded.

"This has provided immense pleasure to your wife; the least you could do is bob your head over it a few times."

And then I found Kishanchanji's hand pushing my head. His knob pursed my lips and I found myself licking his pee hole just the way Manisha did. It was in my mouth about a fleeting ten-fifteen seconds but that was enough for it to put me in my place for the rest of the life.

She pushed me aside and said, "Come on honey, prepare me for him."

She scooted further down to fellate him herself while splaying her legs for me. Her pussy was already lubricating and didn't need any preparation but I licked her lips to pleasure her. She gave him a masterly blow job for quite some time again.

A brief look at the watch confirmed that we approached an hour already and again they hadn't even started the intercourse. Unlike the previous night, she didn't have thoughts of extending it for long. She flipped around and straddled my face. I thought, Kishanchanji would get a blow job standing up but when came around to my side, I was a little worried. Wasn't sure if Kishanchanji had any gay tendencies. Fortunately, nothing of that sort happened but the inevitable did happen as Manisha straddled my face and leaned forward. Kishanchanji positioned himself behind her and pushed his penis inside her pussy.

Unlike, the other times where Manisha would sensually moan in response to his action, she just let out an audible grunt as he pushed it in more than halfway into her. Sometimes even such a small gesture can convey a lot. While we all love the sensual moans as a reaction to such an initiation, in reality these are only exaggerated to give the audience a little pleasure. Quite often, that's how a real women reacts to such an onslaught. For instance, after Tushar's birth, I couldn't practically ever give her such an groan, no matter how hard I pushed her into. The only time I was successful when she was in awkward position and I tried to push into her much earlier than expected. In that position I could barely see much as it got dark outside and both Manisha and Kishanchanji had pretty much blocked light. My other sensory organs, however, were in overdrive. The pristine clean smell of Manisha was mixed with pungent and rather unclean smell of Kishanchanji's equipment. My ears could catch every tiny little voice of hers and I could truly understand the pleasure Kishanchanji was giving. I supplemented that divine pleasure with my tongue on her clit and the result was starkly evident. Within only a few strokes she shuddered and came down crashing on my lips. With that Kishanchanji's large sacs were rubbing on on my chin and the pungent odor directly found its way into me. It was one thing to be alarmed that my wife was entertaining him in such unhygienic state and quite another when you find her openly admitting her liking to accept him in that state.

Manisha was constantly leaking juices during the whole episode, drop by drop, it kept on dripping on my mouth and nose. Kishanchanji kept on alternating the tempo between rapid strokes and long and deep strokes. When she couldn't tolerate my attention on her clit, she would adjust her position so that I would lick more on the sides of her pussy, thereby having to make very good contact with his penis, which by now I had gotten used to.

Several times during the fucking, I saw Manisha stand up all the way on her knees while Kishanchanji held her from behind and continued pushing his penis deep into her. She would turn her face and kiss him and practically groan into his mouth with his each thrust. When she was not kissing, she would drop her face down, taking in the complete feeling of that with me down and licking at her clit and he thrusting from behind. I may have missed it the last evening but the pleasure was all over her face. It was so evident that by the fact that not once did she notice me laying under her in that awkward position while I kept on looking up at her. She consumed with the mixture of pain and pleasure. I couldn't be sure but it seemed that he was already fucking her for about ten minutes.

She got back to her normal position and then would pull forward every now and then until whole of his penis would come out and drop on my face. Kishanchanji adroitly used those opportunities to smear their juices on my lips generously by rubbing it on my lips. Neither of us had any gay tendencies and it just seemed their way of ensuring that I stayed in my place.

They were pretty tired in that position and made haste. Manisha was already delirious by the time Kishanchanji decided to escalate it further. His hard pushes and Manisha's incoherent state made it difficult for me as she transferred more of her weight on me and that made breathing a little difficult. Fortunately, Manisha was aware of this and provided reprieve every now and then. Eventually, with a huge grunt he unloaded into her. The perverse pleasure of feeling it pulsate wildly inside her pussy caused me to reach out to my pecker. He pulled her back once again to kiss her and she obliged, although that only meant that spurt after spurt that had been ejected deep into her womb would make its way back down now.

They lovingly hugged each other and kissed as the mixture of their juices started trickling down. Despite having made with Manisha several times in a day, his semen continued to be thicker than ever; a sign of his virility. This also made it difficult for it to descend down immediately. In fact, apart from Manisha's juices, I didn't taste much until, Kishanchanji disengaged from her. Even when they disengaged, she continued kissing him, essentially holding him in the same position with the only difference now that his flaccid penis rested on my face, which his knob resting across my lips, ending on my chin. And this is when Manisha pushed me past the limits. Her hand held his pecker from back and rubbed it against her pussy before shoving down towards my lips. I knew this was coming. She pushed the knob directly on my lips and rubbed it to spread their juices on my lips. It was already inundated with their juices, but getting it directly from the source is quite another thing. Her other hand came from front to massage his exposed knob and her fingers gently probed my lips. With one hand she guided it into my mouth and with the other she encouraged me to part my lips. I had walked so much down the rabbit hole that retreat seemed a distant possibility. My tongue moved up and gently flicked her fingers, which gave her a signal that I was ready and then she shoved into my mouth. The bitter substance dulled my taste as I kept slurping it with my tongue. Manisha stroked his penis, guiding even the very last drop into my mouth. Most of his substance was up her snatch and within a few moments, she let go of his penis and let him come around to feed his penis into her mouth. She placed her pussy squarely on top of my lips and let gravity help down his seed.

It was quite a sight to watch his flaccid yet thick like a sausage cock bounce around in her hands as she licked every part of it to clean his cum. She spent a minute or so and by then his semen found its way into my mouth but it was still clinging to her outer lips and I had to flick my tongue to get it down. When I tried to suck on her clit in between she pushed me back and made me focus on her lower lips. She had no intention of intensifying her experience anymore. I was worried that Kishanchanji would disengage from her and she would continue to ride my face until I had completely cleaned up. However, Kishanchanji had other intentions; after she had cleaned him up completely, he turned around and presented his bum. She tentatively gave few brief kisses on his bum but that didn't satisfy him and then she gave a few wet kisses on his bum. When he persisted; she tried evading his request for a little while by spending her time touching his bum and kneading it. Enough of perfunctory acts were performed but that didn't dislodge him from that position. I might be imagining this but it was quite evident that she wasn't willing to lick his anal opening yet. Although, she had said earlier that she wouldn't hesitate. Perhaps she was hesitating because she was already satiated. Regardless, when my tongue flicked across her clit, she shuddered and instead of pushing me aside she experienced the feeling. That only encouraged me do it a few more times and soon enough it *********** her and she shed her inhibitions. Her tongue darted into the dark black hole. Moans from Kishanchanji confirmed that her tongue was at the right spot and she was doing what he expected her to do. I also found her rock back and forth her hips in an effort to increase the friction with my tongue. A little by little more and more of his semen dropped down and my mouth and nose was smeared with the slimy, white liquid. As time progressed, Manisha's languid actions were turning into active ones and she tried to pleasure him to the fullest extent. It worked. Kishanchanji complemented with words and sometimes with his moans. While it did seem like a long while but she rimmed him for about five minutes or so and this was after they both had climaxed.

Kishanchanji left us alone to take a shower in the bathroom and Manisha asked me to lay on the bed properly. She laid next to me and started kissing me. Her hand found my pecker once again and she started stroking it for what it was worth. She cleaned up the slimy liquid from my face and kissed me deeply. By now, I was past my reservations and didn't mind her perverse actions. Realizing that I may not be able to hold it for long, she slowed down the tempo and mouthed the words, "Thank you!"

"He is mighty happy with you."

Her hand moved southwards and her finger probed my anal opening. I wondered if she would give me the same treatment.

"Do you want him to try this hole?" she whispered gently.

"What?"

I was stunned at what she was suggesting. She laughed and said, "Not yours mine."

"Didn't you try it already?" I asked puzzled.

"NO."

"He is too big," she said.

"I didn't think you could all of this," she continued.

"Well, I can't," retorted.

"Doesn't seem like, though."

"Your friend called to speak to me," I quipped.

"Who?"

"Guess who?"

"Who could call you on a cruise ship?" she asked.

"Mamta."

She didn't say much but there was differently some concern in her eyes but she still asked me, "Why?"

"She was suggesting that I stop you from becoming too adventurous."

She had a puzzled look on her face, so I clarified, "She wants you to be only with Kishanchanji and don't try your luck with other men."

"You shouldn't pay much attention to her."

"But she is sensible," I countered.

"She wants us to be tied down to only one person - who is twice my age."

"Honey, she is suggesting that you should consider getting pregnant by him."

"I never refused to that," she countered.

"This bound to happen and just a matter of time."

"But that doesn't mean we can't expand our little club to include other folks."

"Amirchanji, you mean?"

"Yes and perhaps some others."

"We need to be careful as the more folks we involve the worse it can get," I gently whispered.

"So, you want me to be solely his mistress?" she asked. Looking at me surprised by my suggestion. I nodded.

"You understand the consequences, right?"

"It would be better than what you have in mind," I retorted.

"And how do you plan to manage Amirchanji?" she asked.

"Not sure. Let's see."

"If it comes to that you can always attend to him after you are pregnant."

"She surely has brainwashed you," she quipped as her hand and again started stroking my penis.

"You never told me - what did you think of her?"

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"She is good," I said, somewhat embarrassed. She looked at me and waited for me to say more.

"She isn't as pretty as you but I like her." Manisha smiled.

"Oh BTW, she also told me about you and Kishanchanji - what happened from the first time."

Manisha held her breath, the moment she heard this. There was some irritation on her face but mostly it was surprise. She didn't expect it from Mamta I thought. Right around the time Kishanchanji stepped out and she whispered, "Let's not talk about it now."

She continued the act while kissing me in the dark after Kishanchanji switched out the lights. She made no haste and played with me for another ten minutes before I ejaculated. She sent me away and I reluctantly left the two on their bed and headed back to my bunker after cleaning up. I couldn't ***** as the thoughts of what was hidden from me bothered me but I was relieved too in some ways knowing that there was no way she was going to have her period next month. It took about another half-hour or so and just when I was dozing off, I noticed that Kishanchanji was making out with her again. The lights were off but I knew that he took her to yet another climax in a matter of half-hour. I had not much interest after having spent earlier but my admiration for Kishanchanji only grew. The old bastard mounted her once again for what I thought was another half-hour in the early morning.

He dozed off soon after that episode again but Manisha sauntered to my bunk and woke me up with her sloppy kisses. She was smelling like **** with all the semen and ugly morning breath but that didn't stop her from pushing her tongue into my foul mouth again. Although, I was spent for the night, her sexual state got me going within a few minutes. Her hand crept into my pajamas and stroked my cock furiously. She kissed me passionately and I forgot everything nasty about our situation and indulged her instead. She was smoking hot as she explored every corner of my mouth while her hand toyed with my penis and sacs.

"I love you my little cuckold," she whispered into my ear.

Now this was not the first time she used this word but certainly wasn't the first time where she used it lovingly and confidently. It seemed to me that she was a little ***** but as far as I knew she never touched ******* but her demeanor that night conveyed otherwise.

"You know," she whispered, "he has been waiting for such a night all these years."

"More importantly, I have been waiting."

"I love you immensely," she continued, "but now that you have finally accepted your secondary position, it is only appropriate that you get sex only on our terms."

"You bastard," she quipped.

"You want him to stretch my arsehole," she blurted.

"Never stood up for me - do you know what pain it would cause if he really shoved it up my arse."

She moved her fingers to my anus and probed the opening. She pushed it ********** inside to show me the pain but surprisingly it wasn't as painful as I thought it would and soon she seesawed through the opening. I moaned into her mouth and she kissed me passionately.

"Lick it all up," she said and climbed the bed and positioned herself on my mouth. After eating her out to her heart's content, she scooted next to me and kissed me on my lips again.

"You are the best husband one can wish for," she said.

"Don't worry I would be the best wife," she continued.

"I have changed my mind - it would only be Kishanchanji from now on."

"Until you approve of others."

"What changed your mind?" I asked.

"You."

"Your subservience to the man whom you hate the most."

"If you are willing to do that then why should I not heed your advice," she said.

"Good," I responded hesitantly.

"Honey I love you."

"This is what you want," she said, "don't ever think any less of yourself."

"You love this idea of your wife mating with a well endowed man," she continued, "but not everything would good according to our wishes."

"He is going to impregnate me - your wife," she said and kissed on her lips.

"Do you really want it?" I asked.

"What about you?" she answered with a question.

"The idea excites me," I responded.

"Well we can try it then."

"Do you really want it though?"

She looked deeply into my eyes. It was early dawn, so we could see each other in the early morning light.

"Honey, this is not about you," she said in an assured voice.

"But honestly after having witnessed everything don't you think you know the answer?"

"Still?"

"Honey he is like god's grace to us," she said in an assured tone.

"Do you really think you could fuck me like that the whole night?"

"You are at best average," she said.

"In your size and your ability to please."

"Honey you don't realize," she continued, "but practically all your associates, your relatives, practically most of the middle aged men in your circle are eyeing for an opportunity with me."

"How am I supposed to fend them off," she added, "if you can't keep me fully satisfied."

"Manisha," I asked puzzled, "this is surprising to me - I thought you never had any complains with our sex life."

"Vinit, I am not complaining but don't you think our sexual life has been far more colorful ever since Kishanchanji started boning your wife?"

"But weren't you satisfied with our love making?"

"I was," she said, "but when I think about my episodes with him there was great deal missing."

"Honey our sex was what a husband-wife did in the bedroom," she continued.

"With him it is much more - it's like you finding the best stallion to breed your mare."

"It is primal at its best," she continued. Her hand swept down to my pecker that was stiff like a rod.

"See just talking about it makes you hot," she said, and kissed me again.

"We may have a surprise news soon," she said.

"I thought you were on the pills."

"Actually, I thought about taking them but somehow I knew that you would like this sooner or later."

"Honey, I started ovulating few days back - so yes it just seems as if God intended it."

"You would be a fantastic ******," she added lovingly and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. Her kiss grew passionate once again.

"We don't want to waste any time - and aren't thinking of stopping any time soon."

"Are you ready for the ride honey?" she asked.

I kissed her back and got on top of her. She kissed me lovingly and made place for me and splayed her legs further.

"Honey," she said, "it is okay for now but don't try to mount me until I ask you to do so."

"Why?"

"Because this will **** your appetite quickly," she replied.

"We are on an exciting journey, so your pent up state is very important."

"If you waste it on a petty-fuck then you won't enjoy it as much."

"But," I started to complain but she cut me off with a kiss and said, "it is for your own good." She quickly sheathed my penis and pushed into her pussy folds and truth be told, all I felt was a gaping hole that I struggled to feel.

She let me pump it to my heart's content. Fortunately, I was not going to spend it quickly and I fucked her for what seemed like an eternity. While this may be nothing in comparison to what Kishanchanji does to her but it was well over ten minutes of raw stroking. And it certainly had an effect. Manisha was moaning crazy by the end of it. Kishanchanji was so tired with the whole night of sex that he hardly noticed it. I was still was not done but the condom got so dry that we had to stop.

"You are going strong honey," she said smiling.

"I want to take you from behind," I said.

"Seriously?" she giggled hearing my impossible plea. I was serious about it, so she simply turned around and stuffed a pillow under her ass.

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"Aim for the right hole," she joked and then spread her legs for me. If I told it was difficult, I would be lying; it just plain seemed impossible. Her nicely shaped bum covered the hole for the most part and that meant that I needed my penis to be an inch longer to cover for it. Even then I tried and pushed my penis into her and pumped her for what it was worth. Manisha grunted as I wildly thrusted into her from behind. It was almost impossible to keep myself lodged inside her but I tried my best and after a few times, I kept it in most of the way while furiously stroking her. And for once, Manisha groaned the way she did when she mated with Kishanchanji. It was a triumphant moment for me; one that restored my self-esteem after having surrendered my husbandly duties to him. I learned later that this position stimulates the g-spot much more easily and if you can screw a woman long enough in this awkward position long enough, then it is a sure fire way to satisfy her.

"Oh, honey," she exhaled with her labored breath. She turned around and looked me into my eyes.

"There is no way my pussy can take it anymore," she whispered.

"I can't feel you much," she added, "all it causing is more irritation now."

It bothered me but I realized that she had been fucked a dozen times already on this trip.

She kissed me and said, "let me help you," and then she started jerking me off.

"Go slow," I pleaded, "I don't want to hasten it."

"I see," she whispered, "well then let's imagine him taking you from behind."

Her fingers probed my anal opening. I lay next to her to prolong this.

"Honey you should insist on Kishanchanji taking a shower before coming to bed," I quipped.

She looked at me cross as if I said something crazy.

"Ideally, this is what I would want," she answered, "but seriously that is part of the excitement and I don't think you can ask that of your alpha male."

"Aren't you taking it too far?"

"Perhaps but I don't think we can change this and honestly I really want it to be natural."

Somehow her response had sparked the fire in me and my penis sputtered the semen inside the condom. She was thrilled with my performance we slept in our arms after that. We overslept that night but Tushar woke us up early and so we headed for breakfast and finally got a chance to talk about her indiscretions.

"So, Mamta did seem to spice things for you," she started.

"Why do you say that?'

"Well you never told me that Kishanchanji made out with you that evening."

"Did she tell you that?"

"And how she separated you folks and saved you."

"Really?"

"Did she say that?"

I nodded.

"And you believed it?"

"Not quite. But you can tell me the truth."

"You think you can handle the truth?"

She asked giving me that look. It confirmed that the truth was definitely insidious and perhaps Mamta only brushed over the things cursorily.

"You can ask me whatever you want?" she said.

"I am going to give it to you," she said, "but be warned that you may not like what you hear."

"Did you have sex with Kishanchanji before our engagement?"

She shot a look at me and emphatically said, "No."

"After our engagement but before our marriage?"

"Depends on what is your definition of sex," she answered.

"So the answer is yes." She kept a straight face.

"Did you have sex with him after our marriage but before this year?"

"Again depends on the definition of what you consider having sex," she replied with a hint of tease.

It surprised me to hear this and I never thought that Manisha could have been so slutty. This was even before I broached up the subject of promiscuous lifestyle. Looking at my puzzled face, she smiled and said, "It is not as bad as you are imagining."

"Really?"

"You did things behind my back - and you don't think it is wrong?" I shot at her.

"Look," she countered immediately, "a normal husband would never let his wife do anything that you let me do either."

"Don't look at my faults while ignoring yours."

"Weren't you too happy surfing the smut and getting these crazy ideas?"

"But I never did anything wrong?"

"Neither did I," she said haughtily.

"It is about what happened to me," she added.

"Why didn't you complain?"

"What's there to complain?"

"I don't get it."

"What did Mamta tell you?" she asked.

"Just what I shared with you yesterday."

"And you believed it?"

"Aren't you corroborating what she said?"

"What did I say?"

"We need to have a conversation here," I said frustrated.

"And that's possible when you stop judging the other person."

"Look," I said, "I hope I don't sound harsh if I say that I have the right to know what happened."

"Even if you have done something then it is fine but I need to know."

"Ah..."

"You should have started this way..."

"I told you how it started," she began.

"From the day one it was apparent he was sexually attracted to me."

"This wasn't a problem as a lot of my elderly relatives behaved in a similar manner."

"But Kishanchanji was different."

"Despite not very good looking, he pursued me with utter disregard to societal norms."

"I approached Mamta soon after our engagement with my concern."

"She was considerate in the beginning but turned out to be a bitch."

"She told me that you were a wimp anyways and that I should expect someone like him to fulfill your marital duties."

"Really?"

"The wording may not be right but she essentially conveyed that to me."

"And you bought it?"

"Of course not."

"But you convinced me that whatever Mamta said was true."

"How did that happen?"

"Before we got married, I visited your house perhaps five or six times."

"Six."

"Of those six times, five times you made me spend time with Kishanchanji."

"One of the times Kishanchanji wasn't around, so it was easy."

"But him and his ********* spent lot of time at our place - so him being around was pretty normal."

"Yes."

"But it is not normal for one to leave his fiancee in the company of a well known lecher."

"It is true that I knew Kishanchanji fancied you but I never thought it would come to something like this."

"It wasn't just that," she countered, "he kept on sending you for running errands and you simply obeyed."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," she said emphatically, "moreover on two occasions, he took your seat next to me and you didn't even object nor did you try to find your way back."

To provide context for the readers, let me elaborate on the circumstances she was referring to. It usually was a family get together when she visited except for couple of instances when it was only Kishanchanji's family and us. Those were the days, when I never objected to Kishanchanji's commands and perhaps that gave him the audacity to aim for my prized possession. Kishanchanji did send me on a wild goose change a few times but I really didn't believe he was trying to woo her. It did annoy me then but my read about his behavior was misplaced. Over the years, I distanced from him as I had to find my own identity to earn some kind of standing in front of Manisha. We obviously couldn't severe our relationship with him.

"And did he misbehave during those times?" I managed to ask.

"Not quite but neither was he gentlemanly."

"It was evident that he was lusting for me."

"And Mamta didn't help you then?"

"She was like - in that house there are two eligible bachelors and that I was getting engaged to not the most eligible one."

"When I complained how her ****** was leching at me."

"She would initially brush it off. And later told me point blank that he was destined to screw your wife."

"He had a way with women and you were always under his thumb."

"Well I grew up under his guidance largely," I reasoned.

"She told me all about that how you were obligated to everything that he did for you and your family."

"Let me not go there," I countered, "but he did do a few things and then screwed a few things."

"He wanted me to get married to his ******** Mamta and even Mamta liked me but it was too early for me to get married. Mamta, however, married very early."

"It is not my fault that he didn't wait long enough," I complained.

"But I am glad that I didn't marry his ********."

"I am not sure what fate could have been better," said Manisha.

"Anyway, she didn't say it explicitly but said that if I was too concerned about her ****** then I should call off the wedding as this would be an ongoing thing."

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"Really?"

"Yes."

"She warned me that he was pushy and soon would have his way and she kept on saying that you wouldn't stand up to her if something of that sort did happen."

"And all the other events said to me clearly that he did have an upper hand in your relationship."

"She told me everything about him and why he was pursuing me."

"Why?"

"Several things - the fact that he was single for quite long in the recent past, his adventurous streak, his fascination for women, and the fact that he was lucky with quite a few of them in an extramarital relationship."

"We were about a month away from our wedding then. And all this talk had a strange effect on body. Although, I didn't find him attractive my mind was getting cluttered with thoughts of him."

"Around him I felt unsure and often was in a sexually excited state, which only encouraged him."

"One evening when we were heading out for doing our clothes, shopping, he joined us. You were out - but it was Mamta, her husband, Malini and myself."

"At the very last minute he joined us and he sat next to him in the behind seat."

"And?"

"And he held your dear wife by her waist for the next twenty minutes."

"Did he try to ***** in any other way?"

"No."

"That's it - but it was enough for me to wet my panties!"

"What were you wearing?"

"Is that exciting you?"

"Not really," I feigned.

"I want to imagine it though."

She smiled.

"It was my usual trousers and a tight top," she said, "but the important part was that part of my waist was exposed and his hand nestled in that portion."

"He only felt it a little bit and largely kept his hand in place the rest of the drive."

"Mamta told me later that since I was warming up to him, she can make a deal with her ******."

"Strange."

"Yes. She said that she could convince her ****** to not push but wait for my approval."

"And you agreed."

"NO."

"Wait, why did she think that you were warming up?"

Manisha had queasy smile but she decided not to hold her horses back.

"May be this was partially my fault," she added.

"In what way?"

"For going along with some of the things she tried."

"What?"

"Wait - don't judge me," she pushed me back, "you accepted him as the alpha male of our family, so you can't complain if I have behaved in accordance to that."

"Wait we never talked about this until now," I complained.

"Well too bad," she responded haughtily.

"Look I said I don't want to judge."

"But your actions don't suggest that."

"And the stuff I have been doing is to pander to your needs."

"So, you are suggesting that I like to see you taking his equipment in your mouth?"

"Then why push me for it?"

"To fulfill your needs," she countered.

"You love the smell of it, you love the taste of it.

"Let me check," she said, and quite brazenly groped my bulge. It obviously was inflated with ***** as all this talk had worked me up.

"See," she whispered, "this obviously excites you," she added giving me a peck on my lips.

"Now if you accept your fate," she continued, "and don't hesitate as much tonight, I would share the gory details."

"On second thoughts - we should wait for that until we have fully embraced him in our lives."

"But," I pushed her but she cut me off by saying, "Trust me, this is perhaps better for both of us."

"But," I pushed her again.

"Look, I will summarize it if it still unnerves you but the fun is in the details."

"As I explained - I was going down the slippery slope too fast but Mamta knew that this may jeopardize our marriage if it escalated too soon."

"So, she persuaded her ****** to keep away from me for a little while - until I was ready to be adventurous."

"Just like that?" I countered.

"No," she responded calmly.

"Mamta had grand plans," she continued.

"Virginity was a small price to pay for, if they could secure a woman who was ready to be bred for life."

"So that was the plan all along?"

"Yes - I tried to avoid it many times but you were simply too thrilled to go down that path."

I objected to it but she ignored and I too realized that none of it would have transpired without my willingness.

"So, nothing happened?"

She looked at me as if I was stupid but then she realized that perhaps was not entirely untrue.

"Well, leaving a young virgin without putting a stamp on her is no good sign for a lecher."

"On the day, we were supposed to consume our marriage," she continued, "Mamta made the arrangements for me to spend time with Kishanchanji."

"Just before we bedtime," she added.

"Really?"

"And you fell for it?"

"Seriously?"

"What would you have done if you had such an opportunity with Mamta?"

I didn't respond, knowing that this was but natural.

"What was the plan?" I asked

"He just wanted to get intimate with me - no intercourse."

"And he did," I quipped.

"Yes; it was heavenly."

"We rolled in our marital bed for almost half-an-hour, before Mamta interrupted us."

"There was no intercourse - it was just kissing."

"Now, keep with your promise honey," she said and broke the conversation abruptly and left.

That night was pretty much a repeat of what we did the previous night with the difference that I spent a lot of time licking his penis while he fucked her.

We returned from their honeymoon and life resumed as usual. As expected, Manisha slept with him that whole month but she did make the excursions to my room where we would continue it with similar passion. She would ensure that my penis was sheathed but occasionally she would let me come in her mouth. Soon I learned that Manisha was gifted with remarked libido that I alone could have never quenched even if I was gifted in that department.

One evening, just like the normal way, she received me at the door and the pulling me into the downstairs bedroom gave me a sloppy kiss. With nervous smile, she said, "You are going to be a ****** again."
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I didn't know how to respond but kissed her in response.

"I didn't think it would be so quick," she quipped. There was a lot of nervousness in her voice.

"I am not surprised," I answered.

"How are we going to manage two of them?"

"It's normal - Tushard would be two by then."

"It's too early," she quipped.

"Are you kidding?" I joked.

"This lady from my office had five kids in a matter of eight years."

"She was feeding two of them on a regular basis."

Manisha smiled but in a concerned tone asked, "Are you okay with this?"

"We have not been fair to you," she added.

"But you pushed me in this direction," she justified.

"I know. I know."

"I am not complaining."

"Look this is a good thing," I argued.

"Kishanchanji is getting older so the sooner the better."

"Are you honest or just saying to please me."

"No - really honey," I said taking her into my arms.

"I don't want you to err too much," I added.

She looked at my strangely.

"I mean with anyone else," I clarified.

"You really want me to be dedicated to Kishanchanji?" she asked, looking at me intently.

I nodded.

"You mean beyond the three year period?" she asked, waiting for my response. We were standing in an embrace but she had pulled back to look at my face. It perhaps was difficult for her to register my expression as the toilet light was behind my back.

"Yes."

She stared at me intently. A soft smile had adorned her face and then mischievously she asked, "Why do I feel that thing between your legs swelling?"

"You really want me to be like that woman from your office?"

I nodded.

"You don't want me to entertain Amirchanji?" she asked, quickly changing the track.

"Not right now - and not until Kishanchanji has more than his fair share."

She had a faint smile.

"You have really enjoyed watch me make out with me on our honeymoon!"

"It's not that," I countered, "I just think that you would have sexually a richer life if you embrace him wholeheartedly."

"Which I have," she argued.

"And may be we can just let fate decide our destiny."

We made out quite leisurely in that dimly lit restroom once again but she didn't allow me anything beyond kissing that evening. Mamta had spend time with me that afternoon, so I wasn't really longing for it. In fact, Mamta has been meeting me thrice a week but sex with her was rather plain. She made simple sex mostly lying on her back and occasionally on the top. No matter, how much I tried she would not consider any other positions. She detested my fingers probing her anal area and kept herself spotlessly clean during all those sessions. Her breath would be clinical and didn't evoke any passion in me. She expected similar hygiene from me as well. Another major issue was that she could not last long and would climax in no time. Going down on was practically impossible as she would coerce me to mount her in almost no time.

It was quite evident that she really fancied me as she would often call me and talk to me on a regular basis and several times dropped hints of wanting to see me. It was sad for me to let her down time and again due to the intense work pressure that Amirchanji was subjecting me to. That was part of the reason he was successful and I was certainly glad to have him as another mentor. Anyway, Mamta loved making out with me but she simply couldn't be another Manisha for me. And perhaps this is the difference between Manisha and her; apart from the differences in the beauty department, Manisha was really a desirable woman. Just imagining an old codger like Kishanchanji having access to a saucy lady like her - who was adventurous and ever willing to please him in the bedroom - is impossible. Yet that was the reality. Quite possibly it was also the main reason why Kishanchanji decided to settle on her. After all, she behaved just like Mamta then he would have no incentive to court her. He obviously needed someone far more promiscuous and livid. I enjoyed Mamta's charms but didn't get to see Malini yet. Mamta was flippant about her and kept on saying that she would soon join. Anyway, that day wasn't too far.

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CUCKOLDED PAR un VIEUX, DOMINANT MÂLE


Notre première vraie expérience de sexe s'est produite peu après que nous nous soyons déplacés en Australie. Mon épouse, Joan, avait trente-deux ans alors. Elle est 5 ” du ’ 7 grand, mince, très attrayant avec la sorte de per***nalité gentille et véritable qui attire des per***nes. J'avais trente-huit ans, construction moyenne, regards de moyenne. Nous seulement avions été mariés deux ou trois années, le deuxième mariage pour moi, bien que nous ayons été très heureux ensemble et ayons eu beaucoup de liberté parce que nous le ’ t de didn avons tous les enfants (le ’ d d'I a découvert que j'étais stérile, la rai*** mon premier mariage fini). Nous étions vos couples suburbains typiques, j'avais lu quelques mags de porno dans mon temps mais ne les avais jamais montrés à Joan (ou à mon épouse précédente) par crainte de l'offenser. Nous le ’ t de didn avons tous les films bleus, vibrateurs, n'importe quoi de pareil. J'étais M. Thought About quelques choses et elle était Mme Innocent. Sexe, bien qu'amusement, ’ t de wasn haut sur notre liste de priorités. Joan a apprécié pour être sucée et je ferais cela à elle par le passé ou deux fois par semaine. Elle n'était jamais beaucoup intéressée par les rapports et à cette étape elle était par le passé ou deux fois par mois chose. J'avais l'habitude de penser nous l'avons faite parce que nous nous sommes sentis que nous devrions. Je n'ai eu aucune idée ce qui a constitué l'exécution moyenne pour un type mais j'étais certaine mesure du ’ t de didn d'I jusqu'à elle. I le ’ d jamais n'a au mieux duré plus que deux ou trois minutes. Étant honnête, j'étais si pauvre aux rapports que le ’ t de wasn d'I sure je les a appréciés que beaucoup. Nous avons semblé bien adaptés. Joan avait eu un certain nombre d'amis à long terme et quelques stands d'une nuit avant que nous nous soyons réunis mais nous le ’ d avons jamais vraiment parlé de eux. Nous étions très heureux ensemble et le fait que nous n'avons jamais discuté le sexe était parce que nous ne nous avons jamais sentis a eu n'importe quelle rai*** à.

Comme chaque mâle, le ’ d d'I a eu quelques imaginations mais je les avais gardées à me. On que je toujours avais été fasciné près était l'idée d'un mâle plus âgé et sexuellement dominant séduisant et baisant une épouse tandis que le mari observé, délaissé pour l'empêcher. J'avais lu des lettres à *** sujet dans des mags de porno et étais toujours devenu excited à la pensée bien que je pourrais ne jamais expliquer pourquoi. Quand je dis j'avais été toujours fasciné par elle, je signifie toujours. J'étais des années de l'adolescence en retard et le ’ t de hadn même a eu une amie quand j'ai lu le premier. Je me rappelle qu'il était au sujet d'un adolescent qui a présenté sa amie à un type qu'il a travaillé avec. Le type était dans ses années '60 et un vrais libertin et lui cornés ont séduit et ont baisé l'amie tandis que l'ami s'asseyait délaissé pour l'empêcher. Dans mes imaginations que j'étais toujours l'ami, observant ma amie donnez-vous à un vieil homme. J'ai mentionné ceci à ma première épouse mais à elle m'ai donné un regard très étrange et je jamais ne l'ai encore mentionné à la sa ou à Joan. Avant que j'aie eu trente-huit ans j'avais assez bien oublié lui.

Environ une année après être arrivé en Australie nous allions sur un nord de tourisme de vacances de Sydney. Quelques semaines avant que nous soyons partis je lisais un livret sur ce qui était disponible dans les différents secteurs quand j'ai noté qu'il a décrit une plage à distance de nudiste près du premier endroit que nous resterions. Vous avez dû avoir une commande à quatre roues ou être disposé à augmenter pour qu'une demi-heure lui obtienne. L'idée de pouvoir regarder fixement les femmes nus mûrs était très attrayante ainsi j'ai mentionné que la plage à Joan et dite lui pourrait être amusement à aller lui donner un essai. Elle ’ t vif mais moi de wasn a continué à évoquer le sujet et elle s'est par la suite radoucie, dire elle irait me maintenir heureux, mais seulement une fois.

Par la suite le jour est arrivé et nous avons conduit à une tache voisine et avons garé notre voiture puis augmenté le long d'une plage presque abandonnée, au-dessus d'un promontoire rocheux avant de venir à la plage de nudiste qui doit avoir été moitié par mille long, exposé à l'océan et avec un bout droit profond de hautes dunes de sable le soutenant. Il y avait probablement environ vingt per***nes à l'extrémité que nous avons sortie à, toute la nudité avec des âges s'étendant de leurs années '20 à leurs années '60. À l'extrême inverse de la plage je pourrais voir plus de per***nes et de commandes à quatre roues. Puisque nous étions un peu timide nous avons accepté de marcher quelques cent yards vers le haut de la plage et d'entrer quelques yards dans les dunes de sable. Nous avons trouvé que ce que j'ai pensé étais une bonne tache, dans une immersion entre quelques hautes dunes mais toujours assez haut ainsi nous pourrions regarder vers le bas sur la plage mais ne pas être vus de elle. Riant et très le rouge s'est posé à nous a dépouillé et fixe sur une vieille feuille que j'avais apportée pour le but. Pas beaucoup s'est produit, quelques per***nes a marché le long de la plage ainsi j'ai eu le plaisir du regard ébahi à quelques femmes avec l'abondance du peu bancal gentil mais c'était à *** sujet. J'ai essayé d'obliger Joan à regarder les per***nes mais elle l'a dite le ’ t de wasn intéressé.

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Après environ une demi-heure je reposais le regard vers le bas sur la plage avec Joan se trouvant sur elle en arrière près de moi. Elle était revêtement à partir de la plage et a eu *** chapeau au-dessus de *** visage pour le protéger contre le soleil. J'était légèrement frottant *** sein et se demander si je pourrais parvenir à la persuader que me toucher et masturbate peut-être même me quand j'ai tourné et ai réalisé il y avait un homme tenant sur une haute dune environ trente yards au côté de nous. Il regardait vers le bas la plage et dehors l'océan mais toutes les quinze ou vingt secondes où il tournerait et regarderait vers le bas sur nous. Il doit avoir été environ soixante-cinq années, était presque chauve, et il avait dépensé beaucoup de temps sur la plage parce que sa peau était une brun-rougeâtre foncé et semblé dure et sèche. Il était d'environ six pieds - de grand et et il a fait attacher une serviette autour de sa taille mais vous pourriez voir *** ’ t de wasn d'estomac qui beaucoup plus petit que *** coffre de baril. Le reste de lui a regardé la même chose, le cou épais, les bras pleins et les jambes qui ont rendu les miens le sembler faible. Un vrai tronc d'arbre d'un type.

Je dois avoir fait une pause dans ma course parce que Joan a soulevé le chapeau, m'a regardé, et a demandé ce qui était erroné. Je suis parvenu à coasser au sujet d'un vieil homme se tenant sur une dune voisine nous observant. Elle m'a donné un regard étrange puis a fermé ses yeux et a mis le chapeau au-dessus de *** visage encore. Quand j'ai demandé pourquoi elle avait fermé ses yeux qu'elle a dit cela si elle le ’ t de couldn le voient, il le ’ t de wasn là. Il y avait une longue pause alors que sa main a été soulevée et a touché mon coffre. Elle m'a dit que mon coeur emballait. Le ’ t du didn I savent quoi me dire ainsi a maintenu silencieux. Le ’ t du couldn I l'expliquent, mais j'ai aimé le type étant là. Par la suite elle a pris sa main à partir de mon coffre. J'ai pensé elle allait me dire que pour ignorer lui mais elle m'a étonné en disant que si je voulais, je pourrais lui dire ce qu'il faisait. Elle écouterait mais elle regard du ’ t de wouldn.

L'idée qu'elle pourrait vouloir qu'elle continue m'a donné un sentiment étrange et creux. Elle était totalement différente à quelque chose que j'avais éprouvé avant. Il était si intense que j'aie senti la lumière dirigée et le ’ t de didn d'I pour savoir si j'allais m'évanouir ou être malade. J'ai retourné à frotter ses seins mais j'ai graduellement commencé à faire plus d'une exposition de elle. Ses seins ***t un peu disque souple et je les ai déplacés autour d'un peu, les serrant et taquinant ses mamelons. Il doit avoir été évident à Joan ce que je faisais mais elle le ’ t de didn disent n'importe quoi et le fait que ses mamelons étaient roche dur encouragée m'à continuer. J'ai maintenant ignoré la plage, regardant alternativement vers le bas des seins du ’ s de Joan et me lève à l'homme sur la dune de sable. Il n'y avait aucune prétention de lui regardant dehors l'océan maintenant, il avait tourné pour nous faire face et regardait fixement à travers et vers le bas nous. ’ t du wasn I sure ce que je devrais faire ou même ce que j'ai voulu. La vérité est moi était sortie de ma profondeur et je l'ai sue. Joan et le type étaient probablement plus relaxed que j'étais. Ne sachant pas quoi faire, j'ai continué à frotter ses seins et ai prolongé certaines des courses vers le bas dessus à *** estomac et jambes.

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Il doit avoir apprécié l'exposition parce qu'après que quelques minutes il ait délié la serviette de sa taille et l'ait drapée au-dessus de ses épaules. Après un moment de nous observer et de toucher de temps en temps *** pénis il a allumé le côté ainsi je pourrais voir qu'il a décrit contre le ciel. *** ’ t de hadn de pénis a semblé que grand jusque-là (j'avais jamais vraiment vu un autre pénis excepté dans un magasin) mais latéral là-dessus a regardé énorme pendant qu'il accrochait vers le bas sous *** ventre, contractant pendant qu'il commençait à venir droit. L'homme a regardé fixement moi comme il a utilisé sa main pour jouer avec elle et pour la rendre plus grande. J'ai obtenu le sentiment que c'était une certaine sorte de chose de défi, cela peut-être je devrais montrer au loin mon propre robinet, mais s'il était j'ai échoué. Tout que je pourrais faire était de continuer de frotter des seins du ’ s de Joan car j'ai regardé sa construction et ai rapporté fixement ce que je voyais à Joan. Je ne l'oublierai jamais, il étais le ’ d de l'expérience le plus incroyable I ai eu. Un certain instinct m'a indiqué que cela si ceci maintenait aller ce il allait exercer un effet permanent sur notre mariage. Un effet durable sur moi. Je pourrais sentir ce désir profond chez moi, un ’ t de didn d'I comprends mais qui m'a consommé avec *** mal. Celui qui il ait été, j'ai su que j'étais désespéré pour qu'il apprête. Ce retentit mélodramatique, mais lui le ’ T. de wasn. Je me rappelle toujours Joan, avec *** chapeau au-dessus de *** visage, mettant sa main sur mon coffre encore comme j'ai décrit *** robinet crispé. Elle m'a dit que mon coeur emballait et je devrais calmer vers le bas si le ’ t de didn d'I veulent une crise cardiaque. Il pourrait sembler étrange mais l'excitation était si intense qu'au lieu de gagner une construction je me sois rétréci. J'étais vers le bas environ à trois quarts de pouce et il a regardé plutôt un clitoris surdimensionné qu'un robinet.

Pendant que le ’ t de hadn de Joan s'opposait à moi lui disant au sujet de lui enlevant sa serviette et décrivant *** robinet à elle, j'ai supposé elle a voulu que les choses continuassent ainsi j'ai déplacé ma course au delà de ses seins. Ceci a donné à l'homme la confiance et il lentement s'est déplacé plus étroitement jusqu'à après qu'environ dix minutes il ait reposé environ six pieds à partir des pieds du ’ s de Joan et ait regardé fixement entre ses jambes ouvertes pendant que je glissais un doigt dans et hors de *** chat humide. *** robinet, qu'il frottait lentement, était une couleur rouge-foncé et a été couvert dans de grandes veines en avant. Il était aigu à la tête et a été élargi à une base très épaisse avec une paire de grands testicules accrochant au-dessous de lui et doit avoir été entre de près de huit pouces de long. À moi, il a regardé presque mauvais.

Comme j'ai dit, je n'avais avant jamais vu un vrai robinet dur. J'avais vu que les images dans les mags et moi avions lu quelle taille moyenne était mais je n'avais jamais vu un de la vie réelle. Je n'ai jamais réalisé juste quelle quantité de différence là était. Je devrais expliquer qu'au plein bout droit mon propre est quatre et des demi-pouces long, tout à fait mince et mes testicules ***t presque inexistants. J'avais toujours cru l'énonciation qui classent la matière du ’ t de didn mais regardant *** robinet j'ai réalisé que c'était un men***ge. Peut-être si vous le ’ VE obteniez profondément des six gentils et des demi-pouces et pouvez maintenir une construction, il pourrait être vrai mais tous vous le ’ VE obtenu est des quatre minces et des demi-pouces, taille compte. Elle compte beaucoup.

J'ai obtenu un vrai choc quand j'ai regardé ce robinet du ’ s de type et les boules et réalise elles étaient probablement taille normale et qu'était c'à ce que Joan aurait été employé avant qu'elle m'ait rencontré. Que c'était la sorte de robinet ma première épouse aurait après que nous ayons séparé. Pour la première fois j'ai compris que je m'étais trompé toute ma vie. Mon robinet était minuscule, mes boules rien plus qu'un peu de peau et de moi froissés n'a eu absolument aucune commande. Je suis habituellement venu dès que je l'ai mis dedans. Seulement un ” de weenie de “ peut comprendre ************ que je me suis sentie. La première fois que vous comprenez que vous pouvez être grand à tout autrement mais que vous ne pourrez jamais satisfaire une femme et là le ’ t d'isn une chose simple vous peut faire à *** sujet.

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Je suppose que c'était inévitable que le gars finisse par prendre la relève. Il était assis en train de m'écouter en donnant à Joan une description détaillée de comment il caressait sa queue et comment il pouvait voir entre ses genoux levés et ouverts, comment il regardait mon doigt glisser dans sa fente humide. Le fait que Joan n'ait pas enlevé le chapeau pour qu'elle puisse prétendre que cela ne se passait pas s'ajoutait probablement à tout cela. Elle ne disait pas oui mais ses jambes étaient écartées et il pouvait voir à quel point elle était mouillée. Ma voix était rauque et craquait, j'étais tellement excitée et effrayée. J'étais proche des larmes à la réalisation de combien je voulais que ce grand vieil homme baise ma propre femme et comment sa fente humide était la preuve qu'elle le voulait. Je me souviens du regard arrogant qu'il m'a donné, comment il a regardé ma petite bite. Mon petit sac de boule froissé ressemblait à un ensemble de lèvres de chatte et mon pénis était un clitoris surdimensionné.

Il n'avait toujours pas parlé et, sans me demander la permission ou quoi que ce soit, il bougea vers l'autre côté de Joan et commença à lui caresser les seins et les jambes. J'avais toujours imaginé voir ta femme avec un autre homme aurait envie de regarder un film bleu, sexy mais contrôlé. La réalité était totalement différente. C'était plus comme être dégringolé par une énorme vague et tout ce que vous pouvez faire est de retenir votre souffle et espérer que vous survivrez. Voici ma femme très propre et bien élevée, allongée les jambes écartées, montrant sa chatte humide à un homme deux fois plus âgé que lui. Elle avait toujours le chapeau sur *** visage mais je lui avais donné une bonne description de lui alors elle savait qu'il était probablement plus vieux que *** propre père mais cela ne semblait pas réduire *** excitation. Je savais que je devrais probablement essayer de l'arrêter mais de toute façon je ne pouvais pas me résoudre à le faire. J'ai été pris dans un tel mélange de peur, d'excitation et ************ que, à ma manière, j'étais aussi humide et volontaire qu'elle l'était.

Quand il a commencé à la caresser elle a soulevé le chapeau de *** visage mais a gardé ses yeux fermés. Cela me parait bizarre, mais je lui disais toujours ce qui se passait et la scène que je décrivais maintenant était de m'agenouiller comme un bon petit domestique alors qu'il la regardait en frottant sa queue contre un de ses mamelons.

Après quelques minutes de lui frottant sa main sur sa chatte humide, elle ouvrit les yeux. Elle lui sourit alors qu'elle ouvrait ses jambes plus larges et posait une main sur sa queue. Je ne pouvais pas le croire, ma femme qui ne voulait pas aller à une plage nudiste était maintenant allongée en train de caresser la queue d'un vieil homme, un homme qui avait au moins deux fois *** âge et peut-être trente ans de plus que moi. À un moment, elle tendit *** autre main vers ma queue pour découvrir qu'elle s'était retirée en moi. Elle me donna une sorte de regard déçu et résigné avant qu'elle n'utilise la main pour caresser ses couilles pendant qu'elle pressait et tirait *** érection avec *** autre main. Le sentiment ************, d'abandon total et total était incroyable. En l'espace d'une vingtaine de minutes et avec très peu de mots, j'étais passé d'un mari normal à quelqu'un qui n'avait aucun pouvoir, aucun droit, rien. Et Joan et ce vieil homme le savaient. Mais la chose la plus étrange était à quel point c'était naturel, comme si c'était la façon dont les choses auraient toujours dû être pour moi, même dans mon premier mariage. Peu de gens comprendront, mais c'était comme si j'étais né pour le rôle.

L'homme se leva, brossa le sable de ses jambes puis se déplaça et s'agenouilla à califourchon sur sa tête pour que sa queue et ses couilles soient au-dessus de *** visage. Elle tenait *** érection dans une main pendant qu'elle embrassait et léchait ses couilles, ce qu'elle n'avait jamais fait pour moi. Il se pencha en avant et elle profita de l'occasion pour bouger sa bite jusqu'à sa bouche et commença à la sucer avidement. Il resta immobile pendant quelques minutes, appréciant la sensation alors qu'il utilisait une main sur sa chatte avant de se pencher encore plus en avant et de mettre sa tête entre ses jambes. Parce que ma vue était bloquée, je me suis déplacé un peu pour voir ce qu'elle faisait.

Parce qu'il était si loin en avant elle ne pouvait plus obtenir sa bite dans sa bouche et était maintenant embrasser et lécher la crête de la peau derrière ses couilles. Ses yeux étaient fermés et ses mains caressaient alternativement et agrippaient le dos de ses cuisses et ses fesses. Le mec a réussi à avancer de quelques centimètres et je me suis demandé si c'était sa chatte ou *** cul qu'il léchait. Tous les deux gémissaient, gémissaient et se caressaient d'une manière que je ne pouvais pas croire. Joan avait perdu tout contrôle, quelque chose que je n'avais jamais vu auparavant, et elle tremblait de spasmes occasionnels. Sa langue était très proche de *** anus et de la façon dont il bougeait *** corps, il était clair qu'il essayait de l'amener à la langue. Il a donné un autre petit mélange et je me suis détourné et ai regardé la plage pendant que sa langue et sa bouche se déplaçaient vers elle. Ce n'était pas que je trouvais ça dégoûtant, il avait visiblement été dans la mer à quelques reprises, donc il aurait été parfaitement propre si un peu salé et j'étais sûr qu'une langue sur un anus me ferait du bien. La rai*** pour laquelle j'ai refusé de regarder était mon ***********. Un vieil homme qui n'avait pas encore parlé un mot avait transformé ma femme en une salope totale en seulement vingt minutes. J'avais été avec elle pendant quatre ans, la moitié d'entre eux étant mariés, et je ne l'avais pas approchée de l'extase dans laquelle elle se trouvait. J'étais certaine qu'elle n'avait jamais eu le cul avant. Il se passa une minute avant que l'idée ne se produise que les quatre années qu'elle avait passées avec moi avaient probablement accumulé un peu de vapeur et que ce type l'avait relâchée. D'après ce que je pouvais voir, elle avait certainement perdu tout contrôle. La réalisation m'a rendue à la fois malade et exaltée.

Après quelques minutes, l'inévitable se produisit et il bougea, se positionnant entre ses genoux relevés. Parce que j'étais infertile, Joan n'était pas sur la pilule, ce qui avait été un avantage car elle n'aimait pas l'idée des effets secondaires. Le problème était que nous n'avions pas de préservatif et qu'il y avait un risque qu'il la rende enceinte. Je me souviens avoir pensé comment, parce que je n'avais jamais caché le fait que je ne pouvais pas avoir d'enfants, tout le monde savait que c'était l'enfant d'un autre gars. J'étais désespérée de lui rappeler et même ouvert ma bouche mais ma gorge était serrée et sèche et j'ai découvert que je ne pouvais pas parler. Il frottait sa queue de haut en bas dans sa fente humide et ça avait l'air méchant. Il était d'un pourpre foncé, couleur pourpre et avait la forme d'un épi, pointu mais très épais à la base. Les veines se détachaient toutes et lui donnaient un regard noueux. *** sac à balles était serré, soulignant la taille de ses testicules et je pensais à toute la graine qui devait y être stockée. Il ressemblait à un gros vieux taureau s'apprêtant à féconder une jeune vache.

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J'ai regardé Joan mettre une main vers le bas et saisir sa bite, le tenant à sa chatte comme il a bougé au-dessus d'elle. Je m'attendais à ce qu'elle crie ou hurle en s'abaissant et en elle, sa bite était si grande, mais tout ce qu'elle a donné était un peu grognon comme elle a pris *** poids. C'était un autre choc. *** sexe était au moins trois pouces plus long que le mien et plus de deux fois plus épais, mais elle était tellement humide et excitée qu'elle a glissé sans problème. Joan avait les bras et les jambes enroulés autour du mec et avait l'air de sucer sa langue. Ils cessèrent de s'embrasser pendant un moment et je l'entendis gémir et haleter tandis que *** gros cul puissant enfonçait lentement sa bite dans et hors d'elle. À un moment donné, le gars a tourné la tête et m'a regardé fixement. C'était un regard vraiment méprisant, pas du tout amical, et je me suis recroquevillé à l'intérieur.

J'étais inquiet du bruit qu'ils faisaient et je me suis levé pour vérifier que per***ne n'était proche mais les gens les plus proches auraient été à une bonne distance de deux cents mètres. Quand je me suis accroupi, c'était à leurs pieds. La vue était incroyable. Ses couilles étaient serrées à chaque fois qu'il enfonçait *** gros cul et en baissant la tête je pouvais voir quelques centimètres de sa queue entrer et sortir. Le plus que j'aie jamais pu donner à Joan était un seul orgasme court mais à partir des ***s que je devinais elle roulait d'un orgasme à l'autre. J'entendais un bruit de squelette humide à chaque fois qu'il se retirait, une autre chose que je n'avais jamais entendue auparavant et j'avais envie de pleurer. J'avais trente huit ans et je ne faisais que découvrir ce qu'un vrai homme pouvait faire pour une femme. Et à moins qu'il ne l'arrache à temps, il risquait de tomber enceinte de lui. Je pourrais finir comme père de l'enfant d'un autre homme.

On dirait que j'aurais dit quelque chose, essayé de l'arrêter, mais je n'avais plus de volonté. A partir du moment où il s'était retourné et que j'avais vu *** sexe se profiler contre le ciel, le résultat avait été inévitable. Peu à peu, la poussée se fit de plus en plus profonde et sa respiration devint brusque et bruyante. À un moment donné, je pensais qu'il allait avoir une crise cardiaque (je pensais que j'allais en avoir un moi-même), mais *** cul a donné une poussée finale et il l'a tenue là. Je pouvais voir les petits carquois qu'il donnait en plantant chaque sperme de sperme au plus profond d'elle. Je me souviens de regarder ma propre queue mais il n'y avait pratiquement rien là. Mon estomac était creux et je tremblais des émotions mais l'excitation était interne. Ce fut le moment où j'ai eu mes premiers doutes sur moi-même. J'avais vécu ma vie en pensant que j'étais un homme mais ce type m'avait montré que je n'étais pas très proche. Bien que j'étais dominant dans ma vie normale, j'étais clairement le contraire quand il s'agissait de sexe. Wimp, sissy, soumis. Je ne l'aurais pas cru mais c'est ce que j'étais.

Je me suis éloigné pour voir leurs visages. Joan avait les yeux fermés et ils s'embrassaient, vraiment tendres et romantiques, et ses mains lui caressaient doucement le dos. Tout à coup, ils ont tous deux ri. Elle saisit *** cul et le tira vers elle et je devinais que sa bite sortait. Ils eurent un dernier long baiser lent, puis il se releva et s'en alla. Il se tenait là, sa queue à moitié molle et brillante. Je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher de regarder, même dans cet état c'était plus grand que le mien. Il m'a regardé et a ri en le remuant devant mon visage. Il dit à Joan, le premier et seul mot qu'il avait prononcé, prit sa serviette et partit.

Joan s'étendit avec les jambes écartées et les yeux fermés pendant une minute. Je pouvais voir une trace de *** sperme mais le reste devait être au fond d'elle. *** départ avait brisé le charme et quand elle ouvrit les yeux, nous étions tous les deux embarrassés. Elle a suggéré une immersion dans l'océan et j'ai accepté. Quand nous étions au genou, elle écarta les jambes et se servit d'une main pour écarter les lèvres de sa chatte afin qu'elle puisse ramasser de l'eau dessus. Les lèvres étaient rouge foncé et enflées, presque meurtries, et *** trou béait d'une manière que je n'avais jamais vue auparavant.

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Après cela, nous avons quitté la plage et sommes retournés à notre motel. Bien que nous soyons polis l'un à l'autre nous avons à peine parlé. Deux à trois heures après l'incident, nous étions allongés sur le lit et je lui tendais la main. C'est tout ce qu'il a fallu, en quelques minutes, nous étions en train de nous baiser l'un l'autre. C'était le meilleur sexe de notre mariage, enfin le meilleur que je lui avais donné. Au moment même où je la baisais, une petite voix en moi indiquait combien le vieil homme avait été meilleur, comment elle avait été totalement décomplexée avec lui, comment elle avait un orgasme après l'autre avec lui. La meilleure baise de notre mariage et par rapport au vieil homme, j'ai probablement marqué un trois sur dix. Il a vraiment conduit à la mai*** comment sexuellement pathétique j'étais et encore j'étais proche des larmes.

Allongés tranquillement en se caressant après nous avons discuté de ce qui s'était passé sur la plage. Elle a expliqué qu'en gardant les yeux fermés, elle pourrait essayer de prétendre que c'était un fantasme que je fabriquais. Même si elle ne l'avait pas vu avant de se frotter les seins et qu'elle avait ouvert les yeux, elle pouvait dire que c'était réel. Elle a dit que ma voix craquait d'émotion et quand elle a mis sa main sur ma poitrine, elle m'avait vraiment craint d'avoir une crise cardiaque, mon pouls était si élevé. C'était le fait que j'étais si excitée qui l'a fait décider de ne pas essayer de l'arrêter.

Elle a dit qu'au moment où il a touché ses seins, elle était tellement excitée que ça n'avait pas d'importance ce à quoi il ressemblait et que quand elle ouvrait les yeux et trouvait un grand vieil homme avec une queue si dure c'était en fait plus excitant que s'il avait été plus jeune et plus attrayant. À partir du moment où elle l'a vu, elle savait qu'il allait l'utiliser, elle pouvait le voir sur *** visage. Le fait qu'il soit si grand, à la fois physiquement et sexuellement, rendait naturel qu'il lui plaise. Elle a dit que si elle l'avait rencontré ailleurs, elle ne l'aurait jamais regardé, mais j'avais fait un si bon travail de l'éveiller lentement jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit mouillée et glissante qu'elle avait désespérément besoin d'être baisée. Peut-être que si j'avais été dur, ça aurait été différent, j'aurais pu la baiser à la place de lui, mais mon agenouillement et le fait de ne pas avoir d'érection quand il était si gros et si dur, je voulais qu'il prenne le contrôle . Elle pouvait dire de mon visage que je voulais qu'il la baise. Au tout début, elle a décidé que si je voulais l'arrêter, je ferais quelque chose à ce sujet. Le fait que je ne dise jamais un mot, que je persistais à la caresser pendant qu'il se rapprochait, que je m'agenouillais pour avoir accès à elle seule, prouvait que je voulais que cela se produise. Je me suis assis silencieux, incapable de le nier.

Après quelques minutes je lui ai demandé pourquoi elle n'avait pas été surprise par la taille de sa queue. Elle hésita et dit que cela faisait longtemps qu'elle n'en avait pas touché une aussi grosse. Quelque chose à propos de comment elle a dit que ça ne ***nait pas vrai alors je lui ai demandé de la taille de *** petit ami et des autres hommes qu'elle avait connus avant qu'elle ne me rencontre. Elle a expliqué que certains d'entre eux avaient la taille du vieil homme, certains plus gros, d'autres plus petits. Certains avaient duré cinq à dix minutes, certains avaient duré une demi-heure. Le fait que j'étais plus petit que tous et ne durais pas plus d'une minute ou deux ne l'avait pas dérangée, elle m'avait épousé parce qu'elle m'aimait et aimait être avec moi. Ils avaient tous été super au sexe mais c'était tout. Elle a dit que c'était peut-être parce que le mec était si grand et vieux et qu'il n'y avait aucun attachement émotionnel qu'elle avait détendu et permis que cela arrive et oui, ça avait été bon de sentir une grosse bite en elle mais qu'elle n'aurait jamais J'ai triché sur moi pour l'avoir. Elle m'a aimé plus qu'elle n'a aimé le sexe. C'était les circonstances, chaud, déshabillé, moi étant là, gardant les yeux fermés, étant excité, me regardant, réalisant à quel point je voulais que le vieil homme la baise. Tout était juste pour ça. Elle avait réalisé qu'il y avait un risque de tomber enceinte mais à ce stade, elle était tellement excitée et désespérée qu'elle s'en fichait. Elle a décidé que je pouvais être le seul à m'en soucier.

Joan ayant été si honnête à ce sujet, j'admettai que j'avais été excité par le spectacle de lui nu et par la taille de sa queue et que je me sentais totalement impuissant et incapable de faire ou de résister à quoi que ce soit. Je lui ai dit que j'avais envie de m'agenouiller à ses pieds et de lécher sa queue quand je l'ai vu sortir d'elle, tout mouillé et collant. J'ai dit que cela avait été un choc car je n'avais jamais pensé à une telle chose auparavant, mais je n'ai pas pu m'en empêcher. Au moment même où je parlais, je réalisais à quoi cela ressemblerait, ************ de m'agenouiller là, remerciant le vieil homme d'avoir satisfait Jeanne en le léchant tout en regardant Joan. Juste l'idée de ça me rendait encore plus difficile et je pouvais à peine regarder Joan. J'étais tellement embarrassé par la vérité de mon désir, comme c'était évident pour ma femme. C'était ridicule, je n'arrivais pas à avoir une érection pour la satisfaire sur la plage mais je suis devenu dur dès que j'ai pensé à le lécher tout en le regardant. La chose étrange était que les sentiments et les désirs soumis que j'avais ne me semblaient pas dus à la taille de mon pénis ou que j'étais sexuellement inadéquat, c'était aussi comme si j'étais né ainsi. A genoux devant un autre mâle, c'était comme si cela aurait été tout à fait naturel. Avec le recul, je réalise qu'il n'y a rien que je n'aurais pas fait pour lui. Lécher *** cul, me permettre d'être fessée, n'importe quoi. J'étais un soumis, celui qui obéirait automatiquement à un mâle alpha, et je ne le savais pas.

Comme je l'ai dit, j'étais à nouveau dur, alors j'ai remis ma bite en elle et nous nous sommes couchés tranquillement, nous embrassant et nous caressant pendant longtemps. Nous avions beaucoup appris l'un de l'autre et je pense que nous essayions de nous y habituer. Étrangement, la connaissance n'a fait qu'augmenter le lien entre nous. Je suis sûr que nous pensions tous les deux à la possibilité qu'elle soit enceinte bien que nous n'en ayons pas parlé. Quelques semaines plus tard, sa période est arrivée et a réglé le problème.

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C'était un an avant que nous soyons retournés à la plage. Nous avions eu une autre série d'expériences d'ici là, alors nous étions plus détendus quand le vieil homme s'est installé sur nous. Le seul changement était que Joan insistait sur lui en utilisant un préservatif. Il a pris du sable partout sur le premier et a passé *** doigt à travers la seconde. Avec un seul préservatif à gauche, j'ai pris une serviette et brossé doucement le sable de *** érection. Puis, avec les deux qui me regardaient, j'ai pris l'autre préservatif du paquet et l'ai roulé sur lui. Il se positionna sur elle mais ses mains étaient toutes de sable et il ne pouvait pas descendre et guider sa queue. Je vis le problème et sans même y penser je mis ma main entre ses jambes par l'arrière et, la saisissant, guidai dans la chatte de ma femme. La chose étrange était, aucun d'entre nous a parlé pendant que je faisais ceci. C'était seulement notre deuxième réunion mais nous avions atteint une compréhension complète. Je doute que beaucoup de gens comprendraient, mais il se sentait plus naturel d'atteindre entre ses jambes et de le guider dans ma femme que de mettre ma propre bite dedans.

Non, je ne l'ai pas léché après. A cause du préservatif, le désir n'était pas là, mais lors d'une rencontre ultérieure quand il s'était masturbé sur ses seins, je n'ai pas hésité à accepter l'invitation de ma femme à les lécher pendant qu'il regardait. Et non, je ne l'ai jamais baisée sur la plage. Nous avions une compréhension tacite que, sur la plage, elle était la sienne.

Wimp, sissy, cocu, masochiste soumis bi, quel que soit l'étiquette est appliquée n'a pas d'importance. La seule chose qui me bouleverse, c'est que j'avais trente-huit ans avant que cela n'arrive. Cela et le fait qu'il m'a fallu encore huit ans pour accepter que physiquement et pysochologiquement j'ai toujours été un weenie sexuel. Que je suis plus heureux de servir et d'obéir à de vrais hommes que d'essayer d'en être un moi-même.

Et c'est toujours la meilleure expérience de ma vie.



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Deep African Hell


A white couple travelling through Africa. An improvised
route, an unexpected destination: HELL. An American
woman, ****** of two as ********* and enslaved.
Abandoned in negro hands, in the gloomy lawless suburbs
of Lagos, Nigeria. A man's quest to free his partner. A
perverted spiral of transformation, blackmail,
********** and betrayal. With no holds barred, a white
woman's worst nightmare is just about to come true.
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It was a relaxed, romantic evening at 'Old Bernardo's.'
Beautifully adorned with fresh flowers, the secluded
restaurant oozed a refined and sensual touch. As a
gentle, soothing music played in the background, the
amorous silhouettes of a number of couples flickered in
harmony as they happily sat at candlelit tables
chatting with verve and getting to know each other.

In his early thirties, average-looking and timid, Craig
looked ahead at the beautiful forms of the much older
woman sitting directly opposite him. Fiddling nervously
with a numbered badge stuck to his shirt, he took a sip
of his wine before asking her his next question. 'So
tell me Sheila, what is such an attractive lady like
yourself doing speed-dating?'

Blonde and sophisticated, Sheila was now in her early
forties. Enhancing her smile, she eyeballed Craig with
soft suggestion. She was definitely one of the best
looking women to be found that evening despite the
presence of many other younger females.

Holding a pen in her hand, Sheila replied sincerely, 'I
guess I've been single long enough now, I've finally
figured out that it's time to start dating again.'

Craig intervened, unable to contain his appreciation,
'Well, looking the way you are, I'm sure you'll find a
lot of attention here tonight. I, for one, think you're
stunning.' Sheila mirrored the gentleman's kudos. The
pair stared at each other with anticipation.
Perspiring, Craig felt his heart racing as his eyes
floated eagerly over the mature woman's body.

*

Six months later, true romance had blossomed. The pair
had met each others friends and families and nothing
seemed to trouble the serenity and solidity of their
now enviable rapport. On the verge of moving in
together, Craig and Sheila's lives resembled an
improbable fairytale. Lying on a hammock, they watched
some birds pecking at the grass. A red Volvo pulled up
the driveway. Jenny, Sheila's oldest ********, a pretty
blonde in her late twenties got out. She wore a formal
suit top with a hip-hugging short skirt. She carried
some grocery bags along the way to the house.

'Hi Mum. Hi Craig. Looking all cosy there aren't ya?'

'Don't we just?' replied Sheila, 'How was your day at
the office?'

'Oh, boring as usual. My feet are killing me.'

Craig hugged Sheila tight as he watched her ********
approach the house. Jenny bent down to pick up some
envelopes; her long legs flexing beautifully, her fair
skin stretching all the way down to her feet. Watching
Jenny close the door behind her, Sheila cuddled up to
her man.

'Oh, this feels lovely. I really didn't think things
would turn out the way they have. What with the age
difference and everything.' Craig stroked Sheila's
hair, amused, 'Are you joking?' ­he replied. 'No, of
course not. It's just that with me being much older
than you, divorced and, well, a ****** of two, I
imagined that sooner or later something would go
wrong.'

'Honey please stop talking nonsense. The age difference
means absolutely nothing to me. I enjoy being with you
and that is what counts. Trust me.' 'Sorry if I keep
whining.' Sheila said tenderly, 'Yes, I do trust you,'
she moved her body closer, 'I guess we'll just have to
take every day as it comes.'

Craig lightened up as if relieved. 'Right. Now, about
this vacation. Have you decided?' Sheila intervened,
'Oh Craig, you don't have to,'

'Nope, I've made up my mind. Now come on, what's it
gonna be? Asia, Europe or a Safari?' he playfully
yanked her arm.

Sheila puffed a sigh of elated resignation, 'Okay,
okay. If you really and truly insist.' She smiled with
verve, 'I have to admit that the idea of a Safari
sounds absolutely wonderful!'

'A Safari it is then. Right, well I guess I can start
getting things sorted, tickets, transport, some new
sunglasses.'

'Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?'

'Without a doubt,' replied Craig. He placed a gentle
kiss on Sheila's lips.
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A month later, the pair were standing next to the red
Volvo parked just outside the airport. Jenny was
unloading their luggage from the car helped by her
younger sister Christina. Christina was in her early
twenties, very pretty, silky blonde hair, tanned with a
firm, slinky body. 'Right, make sure you enjoy
yourselves and don't forget the sun lotion.'

'We will, petal.' Sheila replied. She caressed her
younger ********* cheek, 'Now make sure you behave and
try not to burn down the house, understood?' 'Have
faith ******.' Craig swiftly intervened, motioning
Sheila towards the entrance. 'Honey, we'll have to
hurry if you still want to do some shopping before the
flight.'

After giving a hug and a kiss to each of the girls,
Craig and Sheila head towards the airport. ­The Volvo
started to pull away. Sheila turned and waved goodbye
as her two ********* yelled enthusiastically from the
moving car, 'Have fun!!'

A mixture of orange, pink and yellow blurred together
majestically, The African sun slowly began to set over
the breathtaking landscape of deepest Congo. Craig and
Sheila held hands as the off road vehicle began to make
its way back from the wilderness of the African
outback. With the safari jeep in movement, Sheila sat
on Craig's lap. 'Oh Craig, this is such a beautiful
continent. I can't believe I never thought of visiting
it before.'

'Indeed it is,' replied Craig.

Sheila wrapped her delicate arms around him and nested
her face beneath his chin, 'I kind of wish this moment
would never end.' she sighed. 'Don't you worry honey,
there's plenty more to see. Trust me. I told you it
would be a holiday you'd never forget. We have many
more places to visit before we head back to the
States.'

'Really? Huh, the surprises just keep on coming.'

'Oh yes. Fear not, I've planned our route carefully. I
want us to see as much of Africa as we can.' Craig
extracted a map of the continent from his side pocket.
He started to point at their position, 'You see,
Central Africa is one of the most fascinating
territories on the planet. Its natural beauty is simply
unrivalled. At this moment, we are here.'

His finger fell on 'Congo.' He continued, 'I've
arranged for us to travel horizontally along this line.
Tomorrow we set off for Gabon. After that we'll cut
through Cameroon and Nigeria and, if I can arrange the
transport, hopefully we can then reach the Ivory Coast.
I've read that these territories are simply
breathtaking.'

Sheila looked surprised, 'Do you mean you have planned
every thing beforehand? How on earth did you do it?'
Craig crumpled his forehead before responding, 'Well,
to be honest, not every single thing. We may have to
improvise accommodation and transport when travelling
through Ghana, but hey, we both love a bit of adventure
don't we?' 'Uhm, I guess so,' replied Sheila, still
mesmerized by the passing wilderness.

Back home, Jenny placed her key in the front door lock.
Turning it without effort, she made her way through the
doorway after another hard day at the office. She threw
her bag on the sofa before heading to the fridge. She
took out a chilled bottle of mineral water and brought
it to her mouth. Gulping the iced liquid down, she
proceeded to flip off her shoes. As her delicate feet
met with the cold floor, she softly contracted her
toes.

Placing the bottle back in the fridge, the young woman
took off her jacket to reveal a slender, attractive
body beneath a flimsy pink cotton vest. Hardened by the
cold water flowing down her throat, Jenny's stiff
nipples pierced through her skimpy top like a couple of
jellybeans.

Feline like, she arched her back and stretched her arms
before bringing her hands to her waist and releasing
her belt. As her skirt fell to the ground, it revealed
a pair of long, smooth and well-toned legs. Her tender
ankles, her perfectly trim and shapely calves, her firm
and warm thighs leading up to a pair of tightly
adhering slips firmly clinging to her vaginal area.

Jenny's vaginal mound was swollen. It allowed the forms
of her moist lips to protrude through the clinging
fabric of her underwear whilst behind, her perfect
bottom cheeks sandwiched her skimpy panties with every
movement of her hips. She was indeed an incredibly
attractive young woman. Jenny allowed her body to drop
passively onto the couch.

With a melancholic look, she stared out the window,
losing herself in deep thought. She began thinking
about other places and other times. She tried to
envisage the future and what it could possibly bring.
Sadness taking over quasi, she tried to analyze her
life. Her life: a void, an intricate bundle of question
marks, of 'what if's.' Lifting her gaze, Jenny's mind
was suddenly engulfed by images from a faraway land.
Like a succession of polaroids, she began to see her
****** and Craig having the time of their lives; taking
photos of each other in front of a waterfall; embracing
one another at the top of a cliff observing the sun set
over the African horizon. Jenny's mind swirled with
chaos. A maze of loneliness, regret and confusion. She
gently closed her eyes, allowing the images to fade
away. She gradually relaxed her body and fell into a
deep *******.
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Two weeks later and Sheila and Craig were snuggled up
at the back of an old coach headed towards the border
between Cameroon and Nigeria. It was late afternoon and
the sun allowed a last glimpse of its unique
orange/yellow light. As Sheila's eyes closed firmly,
Craig lifted his gaze and removed his sunglasses,
intent on studying the land passing before him. With
the old coach ******* forward and with darkness
creeping in, Craig's peaceful thoughts were slowly
replaced by growing doubts.

Looking outside, he unexpectedly saw the landscape
deteriorate before him. The progressive changes were
not for the best. Makeshift sheds, burnt down cars,
rubbish and broken glass, rusty bridges and holed
roads. The beauty of rural Africa with its wildlife and
natural sceneries were slowly replaced by the more
intimidating reality of suburban Nigeria.

******* and jerking, the old coach passed a sign which
read 'LAGOS.' The deserted territories of remote Congo
were now replaced by substantial herds of black people,
old cars and cheap markets. Craig turned to his left.
He noticed Sheila ******** and was soon relieved; happy
she had not witnessed the harsh features of that outer
area.

He turned his attention back to the window in an
attempt to take in as much of Lagos as he could. Many
tall buildings, hap-hazardly crammed together. Lots of
tight alleyways void of sunlight. Intense traffic,
streets buzzing with cheap cars and tacky old buses.
Watching the locals passing by, Craig stared at the
brute darkness of their skin. The blackest of the
Africans. His face straightened drastically, skeptical
about his choice of destination. He held the warm body
of his companion close to his as the coach entered the
old city.

It was late night. The couple entered a medium sized
hotel chamber. Immediately, Sheila appeared ecstatic,
to see, a bed. As Craig closed the door, she fell on to
the mattress and began to wriggle her arms and legs.
She stretched out her body and puffed up the cushions,
'At last! A real bed. Oh my god, I think I could *****
for days.'

'It's all yours honey,' Craig replied, as he began to
unfasten his suitcase belt.

A few hours later, Craig was sitting in the hotel room,
sipping on a Pepsi, working on a crossword. He slowly
lowered his magazine and lifted his gaze. He stared at
the delicate body of his travel companion spread out
over the bed, in front of him. Sheila lay across the
mattress, bare legged, without sandals. ­She wore a
baggy t-shirt, her panties firmly hugging her hips, her
slender thighs relaxed, her toes twitching slightly. In
her forties, Sheila was still a very attractive woman.
She had a very pretty face with a soft complexion
accompanied by a firm body and a flat tummy.

As the African heat swept the room, Craig's gaze
floated over her body, her arms, her legs. His mouth
watering, he took a deep swig of his coke. An erection
grew hard in his pants. His mind began to deviate as he
stared at the warm body of the mature woman in front of
him. He grinned mischievously as he caught a glimpse of
himself in the mirror. He first sighed, then murmured
to himself, 'You lucky bastard.'
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It was noon the following day and Sheila was still in a
profound *******. Craig fastened his shoelaces then
scribbled a quick message on a piece of paper. He left
the note by Sheila's side before moving towards the
door and unlocking it. The piece of paper read: "Gone
to get some food for later, be back shortly, xx"

Amidst the hustle and clamor of the Nigerian streets,
Craig made his first real contact with the locals. He
entered a riveting market area as the sun scorched his
forehead. He took a cap from his side-bag and placed it
on his head. One by one, he absorbed the various aromas
of the products on sale: roasted vegetables, corn
sticks boiling in huge caldrons, bruised bananas and
other dodgy fruits darted frantically by hovering
flies. As potential souvenirs there were ******
statuettes carved out of wood, tribe drums and handmade
necklaces. There were secondhand clothes and scruffy
old rugs surrounded by flee infested dogs and bags of
rubbish.

Alone in such a place, Craig's emotions merged growing
levels of discomfort, anxiety and fear. Everywhere, he
saw tight crowds of black people, mainly men. He was
blatantly overshadowed by the surprising height of the
heavy and much more muscular blacks. Their dark skin
hardened without mercy by the scorching heat. The
locals had an intimidating effect on Craig as they
towered above him. Their eyes commanded a sense of
ruthless power and sheer fearlessness; their loud
shouts and obvious physical strength assigned them an
almost beastlike masculinity. The wilderness of the
African continent was now reflected in the sheer
primitiveness and untamed verve of its most natural
inhabitants.

After a quick tour of the market, Craig head back to
the hotel with a couple of bags of food. He had
purchased some rice and beans along with bottled water.
As he approached the entrance, he spotted a MARLBORO
logo in a shop just opposite. With his nerves playing
up on him, he was tempted to purchase some cigarettes.
Turning towards the shop, he soon noticed a group of
blacks sitting on a crumbling wall. They appeared rough
and rugged, many of them barefooted with dust-covered
feet and sweat-stained clothes. The men were laughing
and acting tough, breaking bottles and fist-fighting.
Craig thought twice about his smokes. He decided
against buying the cigarettes and headed into the hotel
instead.

Once inside, he spotted an arrowed sign on the wall
behind the counter; it read 'BAR.' Relieved, he
followed the arrow. He took a few turns and reached the
bar area, approaching the counter with a slight grin.
The bartender was a black man in his late thirties with
a pot belly and brownish-yellow teeth. He had a devious
look and an unfriendly face. At the sight of Craig, the
bartender straightened his back and puffed out his
chest. He eyeballed Craig in a menacing way. His eyes
studying the hated pale flesh of the white man in front
of him. Politely, Craig asked for some smokes, 'Hello,
could I get some Marlboros please.'

The bartender approached the counter, he scruffled his
face before unleashing a sigh of frustration. 'How many
you want?' he barked abruptly. Craig was surprised by
such a cold approach. He answered diligently, 'Just one
pack please.' The bartender slowly made his way to the
cigarette stand. Craig ****** an uneasy smile, 'Uhm,
could you tell me what kinds of beverage you sell
here?' The bartender looked confused as he placed the
cigarettes on the counter, 'What you mean?'

'I'm sorry, I mean do you just sell soft ****** or
******* too?' The bartender eyed Craig up and down,
still unhappy about the white man's presence, 'We sell
all kind of ******* here.' Craig smiled nervously,
'Wonderful. Well thank you for your help.' Still
confused, Craig paid for the smokes and headed back up
to his room.

The clock in the room showed 22.17 hrs. There were
bread leftovers, unfinished rice on plastic plates,
empty cups and scruffled serviettes scattered across
the table. Craig was slumped in a chair resting.
Sheila, finally awake, was stood alert at the hotel
room window observing the lights down below. She
appeared lively and cheerful, eager to discover her
surroundings. She approached Craig and nudged him
affectionately, 'Everything okay darling?'

'Yes, of course.' replied Craig, surprised by her
liveliness.

'Do you not want to get some rest?' he continued.

'Not really. I've been ******** all day.' Sheila moved
closer and sat on Craig's lap. She stroked his neck,
'To be honest, I could do with a ***** right now. And
to be fair, I think you need one too,' she placed her
hands on his shoulders, 'Look at you, you're all tense,
you need to loosen up. Did you enjoy yourself this
afternoon?' 'It was alright I suppose. Do you really
want to get a *****?' Craig looked doubtful.

'Oh please yeah, I haven't had one since we left the
States.' Craig looked at her with pitiful eyes, 'Well,
earlier I happened to buy some cigarettes from
downstairs. There's a bar and they definitely sell
****** and stuff.' Sheila's face brightened up. 'Great.
Just let me put some clothes on and we can go straight
down. I can't wait for a glass of wine.' She quickly
jumped up and head towards the bathroom. Craig watched
her warm body move gracefully in front of him. He
focused on the forms of her fleshy breasts bouncing
beneath her light t-shirt. A fresh erection grew hard
in Craig's pants, his mouth becoming watery once again.
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The couple descended the stairway into the hotel lobby.
Craig began to look for the arrows conducting to the
bar. Holding Sheila's hand, he guided her down a first
corridor then a second. As the couple turned left they
were confronted with a large door, locked and bolted.
Above it there was a sign, it read: 'BAR.' A surprised
Craig quickly turned to Sheila, '****. I don't think
it's open.' A veil of disappointment immediately
covered Sheila's face, 'Oh no, I was really looking
forward to that *****. What time did they close?' 'I
couldn't say.'

As the baffled couple scouted for an opening times
notice, the bartender made his way out from a side room
with some keys, a mop and a bucket. Craig recognized
him immediately. 'Oh, excuse me sir, could you tell us
what time the bar closed?' Face to face with Craig, the
bartender's expression was once again covered with
anger. The black man's look nonetheless, slowly and
surprisingly, changed from a state of frustration to
one of excited delight within a matter of seconds.
Before him, the rare and arousing sight of a white
woman. Immediately, his eyes stretched wide.

The devious bartender quickly began to eye Sheila's
body. Her white flesh in strict contrast with his black
skin. His eyes eagerly studied her clothes. ­She was
wearing a light blouse, delicately covering her fleshy
breasts with a stringy silver necklace leading down to
her ample bust. The bartender scouted her smooth,
carefully shaved legs beneath a flimsy knee-length
skirt, leading down to a pair of beautifully shaped
calves. He looked at her tender feet, barely covered by
a pair of leather slip-on sandals. His tone of voice
appeared different from earlier. He was much more
polite and helpful. In a very courteous manner, he
addressed the couple, 'Very sorry, but the bar close
one hour ago.'

Craig turned to Sheila not knowing what to do. The
bartender, unseen by the two, resumed his ogling. For
some reason his eyes were led towards the large mounds
protruding from beneath Sheila's blouse. Moving
slightly to the side, it became evident to the
bartender that the white woman had a pair of
significantly large breasts. Although baggy, Sheila's
blouse was tucked in to her skirt; it revealed the
basic forms of her heavy bosoms. In truth, the white
woman's breasts had developed at a young age. They had
continued to swell with time, especially after a number
of years lactating her two *********.

Eying up the white woman, the bartender's eyes
sharpened, his lips tightened and a nasty smirk
revealed itself. His eye movements were almost erratic,
as if busy excogitating something. Discomfited, Sheila
held her partner's hand, 'That's a shame.' The
bartender rapidly intervened, 'Is okay, you no worry.
There is bar a few street down.' he said as he pointed
outside. A doubtful Craig checked his watch. It read
22.35 hrs. He looked at Sheila. She appeared hopeful
again. 'What do you think?' asked Craig. Sheila
appeared relatively content, 'Well, if it's not that
far. I suppose we could give it a try.'

As she approved the idea, the bartender began to smile.
His eyes lit up as he seemed to picture the idea. He
resumed his staring. He looked at the smooth white skin
of her arms, the tenderness of her neck and then,
again, down to her large bosoms.

'What's this bar called?' asked Craig.

'The 'Nwufoa Niger. Nice place, they sell all ******.'
replied the dodgy bartender.

'And you're sure it's only a few streets down?'

'Yes, not far.'

At this point, Sheila grabbed Craig's arm, 'Oh come on
Craig. We don't want this bar to close too.' Still
skeptical, Craig reluctantly agreed. The bartender's
grin extended. He began to give the couple further
indications, 'You go out hotel. Walk until end of road,
then turn right. After few minutes you come to smaller
road and turn left. You see sign for 'Nwufoa Niger.' Is
very easy. No problem.'

'Thank you, you've been very helpful,' replied Sheila.

As the couple moved towards the exit, the bartender
watched them leave. As they headed out into the African
night, his focus was centered on the white woman's
buttocks as they swayed smoothly and bounced firmly in
the sweltering heat. His eyes sharpening, the
bartender's grin turned into a lethal smile. ­His right
hand moved down to his pants and began to stroke his
hardened penis whilst his brownish teeth revealed
themselves fully from beneath his puffy, cracked lips.
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Arm in arm, Sheila and Craig strolled down the main
street. The area appeared to be well lit and, in
comparison to daytime, very quiet. Craig's initial
concerns of leaving the hotel seemed to fade as the
couple proceeded down the road. Not a single car had
passed by, and the presence of the street lights had
made him more comfortable. As the couple reached the
end of the street, they saw a smaller turn to the
right. There were large buildings on each side of the
new street and their presence forbid the same degree of
lighting as the previous road. Much tighter than the
first, the new street brought all new doubts into
Craig's mind. He remained calm nonetheless and
continued as if indifferent.

As the couple proceeded for quite a distance down the
road, it appeared they were entering a different kind
of area, more industrial and slightly less welcoming.
As the area became darker and darker, Craig's concerns
resurfaced. The couple continued ahead. ­They
encountered mounds of rubbish, randomly appearing here
and there, piercing out from the darkness in front of
them. ­Plain areas of overgrown grass, surrounded by
rusty wired fences, were sandwiched between old
buildings. A new moon made visibility even trickier.

The pair came across a small alleyway, to their left.
It was dimly lit and seemed to wind into a narrow bend.
They could barely make out the blurry letters of a
scratched metallic sign, placed on a wall above an old
Coca-Cola logo and next to a lamp post. It read:
'NWUFOA NIGER.' Tired, Craig turned to Sheila, 'This
must be it. At last! The guy said it wasn't far. I'm
almost out of breath.' Sheila squeezed his arm, 'Well,
at least we found it. You can have a nice sit down
now.' The pair slowly started to head down the dark
alleyway.

A few yards away from the entrance to the bar, Craig's
heart unexpectedly began to drum. He saw rusty pipes to
the side of the building, old barrels and empty
bottles. In the bar's proximity, there was an old
streetlight flickering. It disclosed a small portion of
another street to the left, unnoticed by the couple.

There were a number of big old cars parked casually.
Many of the vehicles had no windows, some were without
bumpers whilst others had tacky, stained interiors,
scruffy leather seats with large holes revealing bits
of foamed sponge. As Craig got closer to the entrance
his nostrils were filled with a dire smell. A nasty
mixture of stale beer, urine and what he most
definitely recognized as cannabis. His mind commanded
him to leave.

As his doubts increased, he stopped in his pace. He
turned around to check his surroundings once more. He
soon noticed the nearby alleyway where the old cars
were parked. He spotted fading graffiti on a wall with
some scrappy scooters left beneath a rusty stairway.
Fearing for their safety, he finally decided they
should leave. As he turned back to Sheila, however, he
was astounded she was no longer by his side.

Craig looked ahead, concerned. The bar's main door was
wide open. He could see broken tiles on the floor,
leading down a tight corridor, badly lit by a couple of
small wall lamps. To his surprise, Sheila was already
half way down the dark corridor, waiting for him to
join her. He looked at her in astonishment. She stared
back with an innocent smile, 'Come on lazy, don't give
up now.' ­she said, 'A few more steps and you can sit
down.' In a state of drained numbness, Craig moved
towards Sheila.

Without even thinking about it, he found himself
alongside her, halfway down the dark corridor, walking
towards a second, larger door. As the couple opened the
second door they were confronted with a very dark and
smoky atmosphere. There was a second corridor, long and
narrow, defined by two sidewalls which eventually led
up to the main bar area at the corridor's end, forming
a capital 'T.' The corridor partitions only allowed to
see that which was directly in front: the bar counter.

As the pair moved towards the bar, they noticed a tall
black man, rather scruffy, with a sweaty forehead and
unkempt beard, behind the counter, wiping its surface.
Lifting his head slightly, his action came to an abrupt
halt. Shocked, his attention was hooked ferociously on
the white woman daring to enter the local. Incredulous,
his vehement look scanned her entire body. Up and down,
very slowly, his eyes viciously studied her white
flesh, her arms, her legs. He noticed the smooth
swaying of Sheila's chest, her breasts bouncing
slightly with each step taken.

As the couple got closer to the counter, the corridor
partition slowly came to an end. A few more steps and
the pair were in the main bar area. His heart pounding,
Craig tried to focus on his surroundings. Amongst the
smoke and darkness of the local, he could hear many
voices in the background. As the couple reached the
counter, the droning rumors from behind suddenly came
to a halt.

Facing the counter, Craig looked at the barman. Almost
patronizing, the barman grinned down at Craig and
started to shake his head in disapproval. He took
another good look at the white woman and then, smiling,
he eyeballed Craig as if he were staring at a fool.
Mesmerized, Craig followed the black man's glance, his
heart beating, his ***** freezing.

The barman looked at Craig before looking beyond, over
the white man's shoulders. His grin suddenly turned to
laughter. Following the barman's glance, Craig slowly
turned around. His heart stopping, he started to feel
his knees tremble. Amidst the semidarkness of the
local, Craig could see two smoke-filled ******** areas
to each side of the long corridor. He suddenly heard a
terrifying roar from all around. As he adjusted his
focus, he felt his heart in his throat. ­Before him a
frightening scenario.

The local was filled to the brim with dozens of large
black men. From left to right, Craig could see nothing
but tall, bulky negros all ******** and laughing. Their
intimidating aura told him everything. The big blacks
seemed rough. They looked dirty and unkempt, definitely
belonging to the poorer areas of the city. All around
there were beer bottles and rolled up cigarettes, un-
emptied ashtrays and broken chairs. The majority of
them were wide-shouldered and lanky. He could see
sweat-soaked vests and tacky thong-sandals. Large
tattoos and thick collar chains.

The steamy body smell from the ******** area soon
reached Craig. A revolting mix of sweaty armpits along
with a nasty wave of cannabis smoke and other
substances unknown to the white man. Many of the blacks
were bare-chested, revealing hard muscles and strong
upper-bodies. Craig quickly turned back to the barman.
Shaking to his core, he remained speechless. He looked
down, petrified. Suddenly, he remembered about his
companion. He immediately turned to his right.

Sheila was standing immobile, already afraid to move.
She was closely surrounded by four large blacks, the
men towering above her. Her delicate white flesh in
strict contrast with the rough dark skin of the negros.
She glanced nervously at Craig before lowering her head
once again. Her shaking body was now the center of
attention of the entire local.

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Craig looked around. Dozens of blacks were now
surrounding them. The ­negro eyes fixed on the white
woman, they stared at the thick mounds beneath her
blouse, at her tender neck, at the smooth skin of her
slender legs, at her delicate feet and toes. Blushing
with shame, Sheila looked up. She saw the rugged,
powerful features of the blacks carefully studying her
body, their eyes constantly focusing on her voluptuous
breasts. She tried to cross her arms in order to cover
her bosoms; her flimsy blouse appeared slightly damp
due to the long walk.

Craig looked ahead petrified. He saw Sheila completely
surrounded as more and more negros approached the bar.
For a split second, he too looked at Sheila's gorgeous
body, her swollen breasts protruding from beneath her
blouse. He noticed the barman laughing with the other
blacks: he now realized just how dangerous the
situation had become. He had to do something, he
thought unconvinced.

With all reason abandoning him, Craig rushed towards
Sheila and, with a rash movement, tried to grab her
arm. As he started to pull her towards him, there was
the sound of a large thump.

Instantly, a heavy black hand smacked Craig across the
face. Within a few seconds, another black fist came
violently from the opposite direction, striking the
terrified white man. Craig tumbled to the floor. He was
soon surrounded by half a dozen blacks. He was kicked
and bruised, beaten without mercy as ***** trickled
from his mouth and across his forehead. Sheila screamed
in desperation, 'NO! STOP!!' she yelled. To no avail
she quickly saw more fists and more kicks battering her
poor companion.

Large parts of Craig's face were now purple, his lips
badly cracked, his shirt torn. Left lying semiconscious
in a puddle of *****, Craig's vision became blurry. He
struggled to keep his eyes open. His vision alternating
from a state of hazy confusion to total darkness. He
could barely make out the figures surrounding him. In
complete confusion, he felt his hair being grasped by a
strong hand. His head was roughly jolted upwards as he
felt other hands grabbing his wrists and ankles. He was
lifted up, almost without effort, by three of the wild
thugs. They began to head towards the long corridor.

As Craig was dragged away, he tried to raise his
wounded head. With ***** trickling and his vision
deteriorating, he struggled to understand what was
happening. He looked towards the bar counter. He could
see the broad shoulders of the large crowd. The blacks
were cheering wildly and laughing unhinged. He suddenly
caught a glimpse of Sheila's face amidst the crowd. His
heart missed a beat.

He saw a huge black hand ********** wrapped around her
mouth. With terror invading her entire body, Sheila's
eyes darted frantically back and forth as she
desperately tried to free her self. As he was dragged
away, Craig's visual was interrupted by the hectic
movements of the crowd. When he caught a second glimpse
he saw one of the larger blacks violently holding
Sheila from behind. His gargantuan left hand covering
her face whilst his bulky right arm was **********
wrapped around her waist. The savage blacks started to
jeer like ******* as the large negro squeezed his right
arm deeper into her tummy. Sheila's voluptuous breasts
quickly expanded, stretching her blouse, as if they had
been pumped.

As her skimpy blouse struggled to contain her large
bosoms, another negro approached her with a pocket
knife held loosely amongst his chunky fingers. Craig's
vision was once again covered by the crowd. Petrified
by what he had just seen, he started to struggle,
kicking and jerking. ­He was dropped to the ground.
Instantly, he turned his head back towards Sheila. As
the crowd opened up, he saw a large negro's tongue
********** invading Sheila's mouth, sweeping deep
inside.

The white woman's eyes, nonetheless, focused downwards,
towards her chest. Her pupils dilating, she appeared to
be panicking. In fact, her skimpy blouse was barely
covering her large breasts, as all but one of her small
buttons had been removed. The small pocket knife easily
approached her neck. It ran slowly over her flesh, down
past her silver necklace and then further down, towards
the last button of her blouse. Craig was once again
lifted up. In a final struggle, he looked back towards
the bar. He got a final glimpse of Sheila. In
desperation, he saw her arms aggressively pulled out to
her sides. The black man behind her now keeping her
firmly immobilized as his right arm aggressively
squeezed her tummy.

For a split second, Craig saw two large hands
ferociously grasping at Sheila's blouse as if to pull
it open. The thick hands clasped the blouse just below
the collar. Craig looked ahead incredulous.

Suddenly, he saw the large black hands violently rip
Sheila's blouse wide open. Immediately, the white
woman's huge breasts tumbled out. Billowing outwards,
they swayed from left to right revealing a pair of
surprisingly swollen, milky nipples. The deranged
blacks stared ahead at her beautiful breasts. They
trembled, plump and ripe. Her thick nipple-heads
heaving outwards.

As Sheila's bosoms swayed gently, her protruding
nipples met with the surrounding atmosphere, they began
to harden. The black man behind her temporarily
loosened his grasp on her waist. Her tummy slowly
retracted as her chest expanded. Her eyes flickering,
Sheila gasped for air. With her entire body trembling,
her heaving breasts bounced up and down. As her tummy
went in and out, her swollen nipples got harder and
harder. Sheila's shuddering breasts were now totally
exposed.

As the crazed blacks closed around her, Craig was once
again lifted. As his head flopped, his vision turned to
darkness. He was almost ***********. ­A few yards away
from the door, he struggled one final time. In vain.
­He was unable to lift his head. With ***** dripping
from his face, he suddenly heard some desperate
screams. With all his energy, he tried to lift his
head.

Sheila screamed in terror, 'No!!' Craig lifted his head
one last time, he focused on the crowd. His vision was
completely covered. Suddenly, a small gap opened,
allowing a partial view. Craig tried to adjust his
focus. He was shocked, he caught a glimpse of the back
of a negro's head.

Suddenly, the head moved to one side. It revealed a
devastating scenario one of Sheila's large breasts, in
fact, was being squeezed and fondled by a big black
hand. A long thick tongue soon rolled out and within a
fraction of a second, one of Sheila's swollen nipples
and almost a quarter of her large breast were being
ferociously sucked in by the negro. Craig looked ahead
incredulous. He saw his companion's milky breast being
sucked in deeper and deeper as the black man's saliva
dribbled down her slender tummy, now drawing in and out
even faster.

Sheila's breathing grew deeper and heavier. Another
black hand aggressively cupped and massaged as much of
Sheila's fleshy mounds as it could. Her face was
petrified. She was teary-eyed, with the large black
hand still cupping her chin and mouth.

As the ferocious sucking continued, Sheila's nipples
became harder and harder. They protruded out, on full
display, for every negro to watch. Sheila looked down
at her breasts being manhandled with such cruelty.
Utter *********** now overwhelmed her. She was
completely helpless, totally surrounded by the fierce
crowd. Looking down at her, their eyes focused on her
exposed breasts, now shuddering totally unrestrained.

Her hardened nipples attracted the ****** laughter of
the blacks. Her breasts swaying in front of everyone,
she appeared totally degraded. Feeling his heart in his
throat, Craig watched the crowd close up one last time.
His vision deteriorating, it suddenly turned to
darkness he was ***********.
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When he awoke, Craig felt like he had been to hell and
back. He slowly regained his eyesight and was presented
with a dark and blurry vision of an unknown street. He
was lying on the floor. His clothes stained and ripped,
his face dirty with dust and dried *****. He was
surrounded by rubbish, old cardboard and broken glass.
As his hearing gradually began to return, he heard a
deep, harsh voice coming from a distance. It was a
man's voice. It spoke imperfect English, with a strange
accent. A tough mixture of African, French and some
other dialect, 'You okay?'

Craig slowly opened his eyes. He started to blink,
trying to adjust his focus. He saw the heavy figure of
a black man approaching. He appeared to have a shaved
head and a thick moustache arched ponderously over a
cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was in fact an
extremely heavy and bulky black man. Perhaps in his
mid-forties, maybe more. Impressively tall, wide upper
arms, but with quite a belly.

He had the body features of a heavy worker. He had a
face signed by time as a number of wrinkles had started
to creep in whilst a fading scar ran horizontally at
the height of his neck. The large black man looked down
at Craig, confused, 'I say you okay?' His big black
hand nudged Craig. It was very rough, with thick
fingers and what appeared to be extremely short, yellow
stumps instead of nails.

Craig appeared totally disorientated. He began to study
his surroundings not knowing where he was. The big man
towered above him. 'Hey, you understand what I say?.'
Craig blinked frantically. He started to panic. 'Where
am I?' he blurted out as he struggled to get to his
feet. In vain. He collapsed in a messy heap next to the
rubbish. He looked up at the black man trying to figure
out what to do. 'What you do here?!'

Craig gazed up in a state of confusion, 'Who are you?'
he asked. 'I pass by. I see you on floor. My name is
Mbuji.' Craig looked beyond the black man. He saw a
scrappy old car. Its engine running, its door wide
open. Mbuji soon raised his voice. 'What fuck is happen
you!' he yelled. Craig brought his fingers to his
bruised face. With pitiable eyes, he stared at the
black man. His hands shaking, his face swollen.
Defeated, and with a weakened voice, he pleaded humbly
'I need some help.'
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It was late night. ­Craig was now sitting next to Mbuji
in his tacky old car. The vehicle parked next to an
unused railway line, in the proximity of an old metal
depot, just outside Lagos. Wiping his forehead with a
scruffy rag, Craig's hands were still shaking. He was
silent. With a cigarette placed between his thick
fingers, Mbuji swigged at a bottle. It appeared to be
whisky. He turned to Craig as if about to lose his
patience, 'So, you tell me what is you name?'

Craig lifted his head, 'My name is Craig.'

'You American?' said the large black man.

'Yes, American. Are you?'

Mbuji laughed sarcastically, 'Huh, I no American.'

'So you're Nigerian?'

'No. I from the Senegal, but I live here. Have worked
all over place though. Cameroon, Sudan, Guinea, even
the Botswana.

'What do you do?' Craig asked weakly.

'I am oil worker. Been here for seven years.'

Mbuji spread out his large black hands. He looked down
at them, showing Craig his palms. 'Is heavy work,' he
continued, 'Long hour, no much time for rest.' Craig
stared down at the yellowish palms of Mbuji's large
callous hands. Confusion taking over, he turned away.
Still trembling, he looked out the window into the
darkness; fear nested firmly in his eyes. Mbuji fixed
him with an impatient stare. ­His tone of voice was
abrupt and very masculine, 'So what fuck is happen to
you? And what you do in street after dark?'

Craig lowered his head. 'This is no place for white
person. You try get ****?' Craig looked at his watch.
With the sky at its darkest, he could barely make out
the time. ­The watch read 01.47 hrs. He looked down at
his bruised hands and ****** trousers. He turned to
Mbuji in desperation, 'Listen, I need your help. You've
got to help me find someone.' 'Who?' replied Mbuji.
'You've got to help me find my woman.'

'Woman? What woman?' ­asked the big Senegalese. A
dejected Craig continued, 'Earlier, I took my woman out
for a *****. We ended up in this bar and,' Craig's
hands began to shake again, 'I got beat up real bad and
lost consciousness. They must have thrown me out and
dumped me down that street where you found me. Mbuji's
eyes lit up. 'What about woman?' he said sharply.

'I couldn't say. My memory is blurry but I'm afraid
Sheila may still be there.'

'Sheila?!' Mbuji replied intrigued. 'Wait, you talk
about WHITE woman?!'

'She's white. Yeah,' replied Craig.

Mbuji's face radiated sadistically. His nostrils
flaring, his pupils dilating. His eyeballs flickered
they were of a nasty yellowish color, cracked with tiny
veins. Sitting next to an oblivious Craig, the large
Senegalese had found a sinister pleasure in what he was
hearing. The thought of an attractive white woman
instantly swelling a large bulge in his pants.

Mbuji remained quiet for a while. He looked out into
the darkness. His eyes fully alert. He stared at the
old metal depot. Its windows smashed. Its roof half
collapsed. He could see the leftovers of a burnt down
van. It was without wheels and missing a side door.
There were some slashed tires on the ground with
overgrown grass piercing through them along with a
large stack of rusty metal beams now covered in
graffiti. Mbuji brought his attention back to Craig
'You remember what bar called?'

Craig crumpled his bruised forehead trying to remember.
'Uhm, the 'Nwufoa Niger' I think. Do you know it?'
Mbuji's eyes stretched further. He appeared
conveniently appalled as he heard the local's name. He
looked at Craig in a condescending manner. He addressed
the imprudent white man, 'Wait. You tell me that you
bring white woman into the heart of Africa, take her
out in middle of night and then left her all by self in
nasty bar for blacks, in very dangerous area?!?'

Dejected, Craig nodded his bruised head. He brought his
trembling hands to his face and covered his eyes as his
body sank into the seat. Guilt enveloping him, he
appeared a broken man. Mbuji turned towards his window.
A spiteful grin grew heavy on one side of his cheek. He
looked downwards, towards his waist. His large thighs
overstretched the beige fabric of his cotton trousers.

Sandwiched between his thighs, grew the prominent,
thick shape of what appeared to be an extremely long
and heavy penis. The thick rod began to twitch
********** from beneath the fabric. Its impressive
proportions becoming slowly obvious. The large black
man was in a state of complete arousal. Unseen by
Craig, he slowly brought his hand down to his groin.

As sweat gathered on his forehead, Mbuji's bulking hand
started to squeeze his prominent bulge. ­He lifted his
heavy balls and with his yellowish palm began to stroke
his long shaft hidden beneath his trousers. Craig
looked out into the darkness. His fear growing tenfold
as his vision scouted the old railway line it led to
nowhere.

As the sweltering heat swept through the open vehicle,
Craig turned back to Mbuji. 'So do you know the place
or not?' he said with the voice of a broken man. Mbuji
appeared serious. His face stone cold. He nodded his
head. 'Listen. Let me ask question. This woman, is she
you wife?'
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'No.' replied Craig, 'We haven't been seeing each other
that long.'

'Good.'

Craig was immediately confused, 'What do you mean?'

'You are very stupid man.' continued Mbuji. 'You want
serious advice? Go back to you hotel. Lock the door.
And then start pray for the sun to go up,' Mbuji
eyeballed Craig with an intimidating look, 'then
tomorrow, you buy ticket for plane and get fuck out of
here. You understand?'

'What are you talking about?' cried Craig, 'I can't
leave her here.' Mbuji appeared frustrated, 'Listen me
fool. By now, you woman is already dead.' Craig's face
deflated. 'What do you mean?' he asked drastically.
Mbuji fixed him, 'Listen, you have any idea of how
dangerous here is? I have see gangs of blacks ******
adult men. Cut his throat and left for dead!' Craig's
face sank further. 'You hope she alive?' continued
Mbuji, 'You no realize that most all black man here
have no see a white woman in the flesh before? You
imagine if these men got chance to use their penis on
white woman?'

Craig's bruised head began to ache badly. His heart
thumped away in what seemed to be a hollow chest, his
stomach gurgled violently. He looked up at Mbuji, 'Are
you saying that right now, she could already be, dead?'
'Is very possible.' replied the big Senegalese. 'I ask
you question is the white woman have good body?' 'Well,
yes, she does.' Craig replied innocently. 'And this
bar, when you go, is it full or no full?'

'I can't remember that well. It was quite dark, but
yeah it was pretty full.'

'In this case, there is chance woman is still be alive.
But, is maybe better for her if she dead!' Craig's
disarray increased. 'What do you mean?' he said
nervously. Mbuji continued without mercy, 'Very easy.
The more the woman have good body and the more the
black man there is, this mean that your lady is left
alive for much longer time. If they pushing the penis
into her holes they are not slit the throat.'

Craig's desperation turned to numbness. Unable to move,
he stared down at his ripped trousers. Mbuji appeared
completely untroubled. He resumed his severe lecture,
'But, like I say, if she dead or she still live, it no
matter. You best if you leave straight away.'

'But Sheila,' Craig was ******** interrupted. 'FORGET
HER!' yelled the big man. ­His patience clearly
weakening. 'Look, even if she left alive, she left for
only one thing and this is: to be fuck by the blacks.
Because is white is could make her very much precious.
If no killed, it is very sure she passed around many
different gangs of men. Like I say. If you no want to
die. You leave here and no ever come back.' Craig
slowly tried to regain strength. He stared out into the
pitch-blackness looking for a solution. He rubbed the
back of his neck before turning to Mbuji, 'What about
the police?' he said unconvinced.

Mbuji appeared suddenly amused. He brought his large
black hand to the review mirror and motioned it towards
Craig. 'Huh. Please, you look again at color of you
skin. You forget you are white man. You just no
understand anything!' Craig was once again puzzled.
'The police here is all corrupt. All corrupt. The
*****, the prostitute. The militaries they involved in
everything. Also very much they hate the white. You go
to them, you never see you home again. You tell them
what is happen, they laugh at you. You end up with
other twenty blacks men in small prison room. They lock
door and throw away key.'

Craig's reaction was quashed. Mbuji continued, 'Like I
say, you want to live, then you leave here as fast you
can.' Craig sank into contemplation. After a time of
silence, he turned to the black man. 'Listen, I hear
what you say, but, I can't. I just can't I can't leave,
not without even trying to find Sheila. Whether she's
dead or alive, I've got to find her. I must.'

Mbuji's eyes sharpened and his lips thinned. His facade
becoming more and more unreliable. The black man
started to appear calmer. He looked at Craig in a
condescending way. His cigarette dangling loosely from
his fat pink lips. A devious grin lurked behind the
smoke as it left his thick mouth. His intentions were
not yet obvious. He turned to Craig in a patronizing
manner. 'Okay. If you decide like this is you choice.
If want, perhaps I can help.' Craig looked at Mbuji
with growing hope. He appeared grateful, 'You would?'

'I know this place well. If I no help, you definitely
get self killed.'

'Okay, so what's the first thing we should do?' 'We?
No, no. You listen me. Is best if you no come anywhere.
You white, remember?' Craig heeded the admonishment.
'Look, I take you back to hotel. You stay there. Lock
door and wait for morning.'

'And what about you?'

'Tonight I go around, ask people if they see or hear
about woman. I come to hotel if I know anything. If no,
I come tomorrow morning.'

With a burning sense of despair, Craig was silenced. He
considered the situation. His mind torturing itself as
it scouted for a possible solution. The white man was
lost. Disorientated. Without hope or expectancy.
Reluctantly, he accepted the black man's offer. The car
engine started up. The headlights beamed out beyond the
scrappy metal, past the old railway line and into the
eerie fields of overgrown grass and rubbish.

Bruised and battered, Craig opened his hotel room door.
Past the threshold, he closed the door, crossed the
chain and bolted the door. ­He turned around and looked
ahead. Staring right back, the empty room mirrored the
void now deep inside of him. The clock on the wall
read: 02:32 hrs.

Craig approached the bed with a weak limp. As he
lowered himself onto the mattress, his head sank into
his lap. He gently covered his head with his bruised
hands before closing his eyes. The room's window led
out into the savage darkness of the night. Craig began
to sniffle. His lonely figure trembling, he whispered
to himself, 'Sheila, please forgive me.'
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Mbuji's tacky old car ****** forward, down a dark and
bumpy street. It pulled up slowly, stopping next to a
rubbish container. It's lights gradually faded out as
the engine ceased. The vehicle's door opened with a
screech. A scruffy brown leather sandal, wrapped around
an enormous black man's foot, touched the ground. The
imposing foot was covered in dust. It's impressive
dimensions spreading out heavily onto the ground: it's
thick, bulky toes had dirty, ragged nails whilst it's
harsh, yellowish soul spread up from beneath the
scruffy sandal.

The huge, impervious figure of Mbuji stood tall next to
his car. His monolithic upper arms on display as he
scratched his rugged face. He looked ahead as if
staring at something. Beyond his bulky shoulders an old
sign hung undisturbed on a tacky wall. The sign read:
'Nwufoa Niger.' Mbuji's eyes sharpened. He started to
walk towards the local. To his right, the old alleyway.
It was now empty. Mbuji took a quick glimpse down it
before entering the local.

Once inside, he was presented with a very quiet and
lifeless environment. The local was almost completely
empty apart from a lonely ***** slumped in one corner
and the barman smoking a cigarette behind the counter.
Mbuji approached him slowly and offered his huge,
callous palm. He shook hands with the bartender as a
spark glittered in his eyes. Slumped in the corner, the
*****ard downed his last gulp. *******, he stared
lazily at the mighty stature of the black man who had
just entered. With the spirit polluting his mind, the
***** was struck by the staggering height and ponderous
frame of the huge Senegalese.

He watched the pair talk. After a while he saw a few
smiles amongst the two. Mbuji used the barman's
cigarette to light a smoke of his own; the barkeeper
quickly flipping the top off a bottle and pouring a
***** for them both. At ease, Mbuji moved closer. He
suddenly asked the black man what appeared to be a
specific question.

Immediately, the bartender erupted into mischievous
laughter. His eyes glowing, he started gesticulating.
As his arms waved in curves, he formed the shape of an
hourglass. He brought his hands to his chest mimicking
the forms of a woman's breasts. Mbuji quickly asked a
second question. A lurid smile soon grew on the
barman's face. He stooped forward as if wanting to
whisper something to the large Senegalese. He patted
one of Mbuji's shoulders and began to whisper in his
ear.

The barman's face became noticeably serious. He
appeared to tell Mbuji some vital information. Mbuji's
bloated lips thinned, his face straightened. His throat
retracted as he swallowed the moistness building up in
his mouth. The bartender moved away slightly. He winked
cunningly at Mbuji. Mbuji leaned forward and asked a
final question. The barman once again used his hands.
His right arm swayed from left to right, like a fish in
the mud, as if giving Mbuji some kind of road
indications.

Mbuji's eyes didn't flicker once as they carefully took
the indications. His face becoming tense, his eyes
glittering, his nostrils flaring. He stared intensely
at the bartender before nodding his head in agreement.
The big Senegalese ran his thick, yellowish palm over
his sweaty shaved head. His cigarette dampened by his
wet lips, the bartender eyeballed Mbuji with an
implicit smile. Mbuji used his big left hand to remove
the sweat now gathered on his ungroomed moustache
before grinning back at the bartender. He saluted him.
He moved backwards very slowly and cunningly turned
around. Appeased, he headed towards the exit.
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