A story by expatdad
"Honey, I'll be back tomorrow. It's only one night." Dan reassured his wife as he prepared to leave for Kwekwe. His wife Gemma nodded and looked reflective, rather than worried. "I'll be back tomorrow." Gemma nodded. He gave her a hug and a kiss and climbed into the car out of the hot sun.
The gardener held the gate open for him as he swept through. He had a two-and-a-half-hour drive, and if he left now before it got dark, he would be out of the city and on his way by the time night fell. His thoughts were on the business meeting he had to attend first thing in the morning, and when a few moments later he passed his employer driving the other way, he gave it little thought beyond a polite wave.
He worked through his strategy for the meeting as he drove, but nagging doubts kept coming back to him. What was his boss doing driving out towards Avondale? He lives in Borrowdale and was nowhere near the company office. This nagging doubt fretted Dan's peace of mind.
Gemma had expressed her frustration that he was not more assertive. That he had not pushed hard enough for a pay raise and that he should apply for the promotion to area manager.
Dan knew he was not up to it, and everyone else in the company knew it too. It was silly to apply for a promotion he would never get, not that he told Gemma that it would have wound Gemma up even more; they had enough money. The salary might be low for home, but so was the cost of everything here, and they lived far better than they had in England. Why couldn't his wife forget about the promotion? They did not live in the rat race anymore.
Why was his boss driving into the Avondale suburb as Dan was leaving? What was he up to?
Gemma seemed quiet and reflective as he left instead of worrying about his trip as she usually did. Was there a connection? Dan fretted. He worried and fretted whenever his gut told him something was wrong, and his guts were screaming at him! He fretted for another fifteen minutes before his vacillations led to deeper worry. In one wide, sweeping U-turn, he turned the car back toward home and put his foot down on the accelerator.
When he returned to Avondale, his heart leaped into his mouth to see his boss's car parked in the driveway in front of their villa. He suppressed the momentary panic; it could be harmless. In a moment of lucidity, he did not press on the car horn for the gardener to come and open the gates; the gardener had probably already left for the neighborhood bar anyway. He drove the car a bit further down the street, parked and locked the car so it would be safe enough in this area, then walked back and used his key to let himself through the security gates.
He almost went straight into the house but hesitated. Was he being silly? Would he make a fool of himself charging in there? He was, after all, supposed to be on the way to Kwekwe. Would Gemma think he didn't trust her returning like this? Would his boss demand to know what he was doing here? He hesitated and fretted, then walked around the villa to the rear garden. Gemma always kept the rear curtains open and the windows open so the cooler night air flowed through the house. Not that it ever really got cold in Africa. He could listen through the windows to hear what was going on.
He felt a bit foolish skulking through his garden, but he could hear Gemma's voice now and occasionally the deep guttural responses of his African boss. They seemed to be having a normal conversation. He leaned a bit closer and looked through the window. Darkness had by now descended on Harare, so the darkness of the night would hide his presence.
Gemma and his boss, Beneril Ustory, were sitting at the table talking over the remains of a meal. It all seemed harmless, but why was his boss here at all? Why hadn't Gemma mentioned she was expecting him before he left? He began to worry again; he couldn't burst in and demand to know what was going on, so he waited and listened.
"I assure you, Gemma. I am a man of my word; you keep your side of the bargain, and I will keep mine."
Dan was intrigued and listened longer.
"I am not sure; Dan would not be furious if he learned about this."
"I will never tell him, I assure you."
"You don't understand. I love Dan; I wish he would be a bit more assertive."
In the darkness, Dan smiled and felt relieved; his wife loved him. She could not know he was hiding in the garden; she loved him, and he had worried about that a lot.
"He is what he is. He's a good man. I trust him far more than I could ever trust an African manager."
"Dan trusts me; what would he think if he even knew I had invited you to dinner to discuss this promotion?"
Dan bridled that if only his wife would stop interfering and pushing all the time, things would work out; they always managed to muddle through in the past. It had not been his fault that his last company had gone bankrupt or that he had been out of work for nine months, and he did not want Gemma's pushiness to lose him this job; they needed it. They could do without the promotion, but they needed this job, and Gemma could ruin it! He cursed, and his heart stopped when Ben reached across with his large black hand and took Gemma's slender white hand in his. "He will never know we had this discussion." His dark hand squeezed Gemma's hand gently.
'Hey!' He thought, 'She hasn't pulled her hand away!'
"How do I know you will give him this promotion?"
"I have it with me."
Ben reached into his pocket and extracted a letter: "Here, read it, and see for yourself."
Gemma took the pre-offered letter and read it. While she did, Ben retained his grip on Gemma's hand. Dan's eyes widened as his boss caressed Gemma's hand. 'She had better be careful; this could get out of hand, and there would be gossip if anyone learned she had invited an African to dinner while Dan was away.
"It's all there."
"It's more than I expected."
"Of course, you are a remarkable woman. Dan is lucky to have such a beautiful wife."
Gemma said nothing; she pushed the letter aside and reached for her drink, her hand trembling. "Don't worry, he will never know. It's business; I have something you want, and you have something I want."
"But I love Dan."
"I know; that's what makes it perfect."
Dan was perplexed. What did his boss want that made his wife's love for him perfect?
"I want the best for him; I want him to be confident in himself. I want him to think he deserves this promotion. He would hate me if he thought I had interfered; he is so proud that it is silly sometimes."
Dan listened; his wife knew him so well, yet she still interfered. She didn't understand, but she meant well.
"Come, Gemma, let's get more comfortable than sitting at this table." Gemma hesitated. "You are going to honor our deal?"
"Yes, yes, I promised, and I keep my promises."
Ben wondered if she remembered the promises in her marriage vows; he would not remind her, not at this time. He stood up without releasing her hand and led her to the center of the living room, heading for the sofa. Dan edged around a bit to get to a better position where he could see without being seen. Gemma looked stunning, but she had always looked stunning. He had never understood why she had gone out with him on that first date, never mind marrying him.
She loved him; she told Ben and made it clear. It was a shock, therefore, when Ben pulled her close and she did not pull away. His heart stopped and his stomach lurched when Ben's meaty black hands grasped his wife's tightly clad bottom and pulled her closer. Gemma turned her head away but did not struggle or push him away.
Gemma's long legs were emphasized by her skinny jeans, and the round pert bottom at the top of those legs was being cupped and squeezed by his African boss. She was wearing high heels and a lightweight sweater that hugged her body, a figure that was being held against the heavy-set body of his boss, a man who was old enough to be her father.
Dan Fretted. She was not pushing him away.
He could still charge in there, but after what Gemma had said about how she loved him and how much she did not want him to find out, His very presence would show her he did not trust her, but if he did nothing...
Ben dropped his head and nuzzled the soft white neck exposed by her, turning her head from the kiss. He kissed and nibbled at her exposed neck. He could feel her tenseness and sense her desire to pull away. This was no wanton slut, but a respectably happily married wife, and that excited him even more. His cock lurched harder, and he pulled her against it as his hands grasped her round, firm bottom. He was going to enjoy this!
Gemma was in shock and confused. With the large cock of her husband's boss ground against her, she could feel its heat and hardness. What had she gotten into? His soft lips nibbling her neck were setting off exciting, tingling sensations. Her hands wavered in the air. She knew she could not push him away; she wanted to, and yet she didn't! Butterflies flew in her stomach and her body in response to the warm male body pressed against her. She had agreed to this; she had to remind herself, but now the reality of her sacrifice was not what she had expected. She had thought she could bear the burden of this, that she could let him have her and remain remote; it was business.
The hot, pulsing cock so firmly pushing against her had set off a sexual arousal she had hoped to keep at arm's length. Ben's tongue found her ear. Her hands came down to his shoulders to push him away; at least she meant to push him away, but her hands rested on his shoulder. The tongue in her ear was intrusive, circling, delving, hot, wet, and scintillating. She shivered and pulled away as her nipples thickened and hardened.
Dan watched through the window as his boss fondled and stroked his wife's firm, curvy bottom. His wife was wriggling in his arms, but not with any vigor or urgency. The man was making a meal of his wife's dainty ear, and he could not stop himself from looking on. He had thought he would be angry, but he wasn't; he was aroused!
Ben could feel the woman's soft, firm breasts crushed against him; her hardening nipples betrayed her excitement. There was something special about these English wives. Bringing them to a level of sexual excitement that they did not expect, cracking their reserve and making them enjoy it despite their upbringing, they were nice girls, good girls, ground against his cock and pinned like a butterfly on his hard lust. "I'm only doing this for my husband!" She gasped against him.
"I know you are honey; this is about getting him a promotion," his tongue lapped at her soft white neck.
"Ok, but take it easy; I have never done anything like this."
Ben's hands rose to her waist, squeezing and molding the soft, slim, round hips. "Does this have to be pulled up?"
"Yes," Gemma gasped.
Ben smiled and started pulling her tight-fitting top upward.
Dan could not pull his eyes away as his boss pulled his wife's top upwards and her bare white, slender waist and back came into view. Ben did not wait to get the top over her head before lowering his hands and caressing her soft skin. Dan's eyes were fixed on the scene in front of him as those black hands stroked and caressed his wife. He watched as his wife struggled to pull her top over her head and toss it aside, and then her hands fell back onto the African's shoulders. Ben felt his mouth go dry as his boss fiddled with the clasp of her bra.
"For your husband," he whispered as her bra loosened. Gemma trembled in the arms of the African, a man whose warm body, hot cock, and caressing hands were firing her up. She shivered as his hands gently stroked her arms and pushed her away from him. She looked at him and saw his gaze fall to her breasts. The look of hunger on the African's face set her trembling anew; her husband had never looked at her with such an expression of sheer lust. She unconsciously pushed her shoulders back, which she knew made her breasts more prominent. She was wasting her time. Nothing could have excited Ben more than he already was.
The woman's full breasts were gems of white womanliness. He wanted to hold them and caress their softness, but he was reluctant to release her arms in case she came to her senses and fled. He licked his lips as the woman trembled in front of him, then he raised her arms over her head and held them in one hand as he lowered his head and greedily sucked in a perfect pink nipple.
Dan himself trembled. He could see his boss's hands holding his wife's wrist; his head had disappeared, and Dan knew he had to be licking his wife's breasts. He knew how much that thrilled his wife and how it would get her overly excited! The moan that came through the window confirmed this, and when her head fell back, Dan knew she was surrendering.
The African's hands held her firmly in position as his hot mouth sucked and savored the fresh-tasting womanly flesh. He popped one breast from his mouth and then sucked in the other one. He could feel the woman's passion building up as her resistance declined and her excited wails thrilled him. He released her hands; she did not attempt to pull away as he reached for the buckle on the belt of her jeans. The jeans were going to be a struggle to pull off. He drew the belt free and tossed it aside. When he unbuttoned the brass bottom, the top of her jeans sprung apart. He pulled on the zipper. She made no effort to get away, bringing a grin. A knowing grin. He had her now; she was his!
His large hands reached for the waist of her jeans and pulled them down. They were tight, and the woman braced her legs as he dropped to his knees and pulled and tugged on the clinging jeans. When her stomach came into view, he leaned forward and kissed the smooth curve of her belly as he worked the jeans farther down until they released their grip on the woman's full thighs and fell to the floor around her ankles. His hands eagerly stroked the soft firmness of her hips and thighs.
Dan watched as black hands caressed and stroked his wife's lovely white thighs, squeezing and caressing them before rising to slide under his wife's lacy pants to stroke her clitoral area. Dan thought it was strange that Gemma was wearing her sexy underwear; she did not normally wear them. She must have put them on for Ben's visit! His heart was back in his mouth as those hands drew down the pants he had bought for her last Christmas. His boss crouched lower in front of Gemma, then forward. His wife responded by edging her legs wider apart, and there he was, with his head between her legs, lapping away at her privates.
Gemma groaned as the black man's tongue thrust along the groove of her cunt. Her husband did not do this very often; he didn't like it. But this African did not seem to mind, so she might as well enjoy the opportunity, she told herself as she closed her eyes and sank into the wonderful feelings, spreading her legs wider and grasping the African's head to hold steady as he licked.
Ben delighted in the freshly washed, tasty flesh between the woman's legs. White women seemed to take so much more care of their cleanliness. He lapped aside the lips of her vulva and delved inside the pink liquid heat. Half an hour of this, and she would be climbing up the walls for his cock, no matter how much she loved her husband.
Gemma had a hold of the African's head firmly, as she needed to as her long legs started to tremble. The tongue between her legs had not given a few swipes like her husband; it was going to town as though her pussycat was a tasty treat! She groaned as hot, hungry swipes set a fire in her loins. (This was fantastic!) The tongue lapped and circled her clitoris, sending Gemma onto her toes from the sensation, and when he curled his tongue and thrust it inside her, she wailed her delight, staring at the ceiling through sightless eyes as she focused on the pleasure between her legs.
She had not expected her adultery to feel this good; it was meant to be a penance for her betrayal of her husband, even if it was for their future! The tongue worked her private area until Gemma's knees gave way. She would have fallen, but the fact that the African's hands were caressing her bottom held her firm, and his strength surprised and excited her. Her husband would have collapsed under her if she had put her weight on him like this, but the African seemed to hold her effortlessly as his tongue continued.
Ben was delighted in the effect his tongue was having on this white English wife. White women often seemed to have little experience with the many different varieties of sex. She tasted divine, and the flowing juices served as testimony to how little resistance there would be when he popped his cock into her!
Dan was in emotional turmoil as he watched his wife's lovely, long, shapely legs held effortlessly wide by his African boss as the man seemed to lick forever between Gemma's white thighs. He had never seen his wife so excited, but then he had not taken the trouble to lick her as long and persistently as his boss. cursing himself for not knowing it would have such an effect on his wife!
When the African sought to pull away, Gemma tried to pull his exquisite tongue back between her legs, but he was far stronger than her. She felt like a toy in his arms as he held her away and stood up. Her eyes locked with his, and she felt a sudden shame at the intensity of her arousal. She looked away. He pulled her close, twisting her head, and with lips still wet with her pussy juices, he mashed his lips onto hers, driving that exciting tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily, careless of the taste of her pussy. Ben grinned and pulled away from her. He did not need to pull the woman in close; she was grinding herself against his hard cock. "The bedroom?"
Gemma did not hesitate and nodded, taking his hand and leading him down the corridor as the African's arm slid around her slender, naked waist.
Dan hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do. Should he go back to his car and race to his morning meeting or move to the bedroom window?
Dan found himself hoping Gemma did not close the curtains in the bedroom.
Ben seemed to become more assertive, picking Gemma up and throwing her on the bed. She gasped, surprised and a little shocked, but lay there passively as her husband's boss stripped off his clothes. She saw his hungry eyes and preened, stretching and showing him her all. Showing him her feminine charms and the delights awaiting him, she was horny. This was no longer about her husband and his promotion; she wanted to be fucked by this African!
She spread her long legs wide, offering herself to him. When his trousers dropped to the floor, she could not stop her eyes from falling to his loins. Her eyes widened as he stood for a moment before joining her. He was hardly a fine figure of a man. He must have been around fifty years old, and she felt a little thrill run through her that she was going to let a much older man enjoy her. His cock looked long and thick; it bobbed and weaved in the air. She marveled at its length.
It was long, very long, and she felt her loins tighten in anticipation.
Dan felt intimidated. His boss had always been domineering and forceful around the office; his nakedness did not diminish his authority. Seeing the man standing there naked, sporting a long, hard cock, made Dan feel diminished. His heart skipped a beat when he saw his wife spread her legs wide for the African bull. Ben climbed onto the bed as she reached for him and guided him, welcoming him to her body. She seemed to get buried beneath his middle-aged bulk as the African settled atop her. He watched as his wife's slender arms encircled the African. He saw the man's hips raised high, weaving and bobbing, and then making a quick, almost brutal thrust. The wail from Gemma served as testimony that the man was inside her. Gemma's legs shot high in the air on both sides of the thrusting African. Then the man made several forceful, thrusting movements, and Dan winced at the thought of his wife being stretched and torn by the African's cock. Then her long, shapely legs lowered and wrapped around the African, who began a steady grinding, humping motion.
Gemma was in shock when the African thrust deep. In a long, surging drive up inside her, his cock was thick and long, and the initial surge of it inside her was thrilling. The man's heavy bulk was more exciting than she had thought it would be, as he effortlessly thrust and ground against her. Her clitoris was regularly crushed and ground by his movement, and she bit her lip to control her excitement as she began to hump against him. No, this was not about her husband's promotion anymore. This was about her needs; she did not understand how much she needed sex like this. She humped against the African desperately to get his cock as far up inside her as she could!
Dan watched mesmerized at the energy and enthusiasm of the much older man ravishing his wife. He could hardly blame Gemma for enjoying this; he was enjoying it himself. It was like watching a private sex show! Except it wasn't. A dark head peeked around the bedroom door and looked at the copulating couple on the bed. It was Abdi, their house servant, spying on his wife and Ben. Dan felt a moment's outrage and then caught himself wondering if he had the right to condemn Abdi since he was watching surreptitiously from the garden. Dan felt a little silly about the whole situation.
It was not what Ben was feeling as he eagerly humped the white wife; it was that she was now humping back at him, and he could feel her inner muscles grabbing at his cock. It was too much, and his hot seed surged along his cock and shot into the welcoming pussycat that sucked the juice out of him.
Gemma felt the man atop her jerk and tremble; she felt his cock inside her surge and throb even more. Then she wailed in orgasm at the realization that this man was shooting his seed deep inside her.
She willed her womb open to his spurting seed and thanked God that she was not fertile, as she would have been unable to force him to pull out. She cuddled the man as he slumped over her. She had not expected to feel warmth toward her husband's boss, but the sex had been out of this world.
Ben looked down at the sad expression on the white woman's face. She was gorgeous, with dark, flashing eyes and silky hair. He had a button nose and sweet lips, which he was determined to enjoy next. He reached up and stroked her face gently, brushing aside the stray hairs as she recovered from the bout. He lowered his head and kissed her nose.
Her eyes opened, and she looked up into his eyes. "Are you going now?"
Ben grinned, "No."
There was no surprise or confusion on her face; it was simply acceptance. God, this woman was so pretty! When he saw her photo attached to her husband's CV, he was determined there and then to offer her husband the job. As his cock relaxed inside her as her pussycat gently squeezed out the last of his seed, he resolved that he would have her for himself; he would not be satisfied until her belly was swollen with his child. The woman made no effort to push him away as he caressed her face, stroked her cheek, and ran a finger over her soft lips. Her eyes sought his, and he met her gaze, reassuring her that all was right with the world. He pulled himself free, his cock sliding out of her wet, clinging sheath. He ignored her questioning eyes and reached down to fondle her breasts. The woman squirmed into his grasp, pressing her full white orbs into his meaty black hands. He toyed with those wonderful breasts that he had enjoyed sucking on; he squeezed them firmly, making her gasp. His palms moved over her stiff nipples as he watched her face betray her excitement. God, he would love to fuck this woman while his son suckled these perfect orbs for milk. What greater gift could he give to a son than to have these perfect breasts to nurture him?
His thoughts would have panicked Gemma; it was lucky she could not read his mind. When the black man stopped playing with her vest and started edging up her body, she did not need to read his mind to know what he wanted. His cock, glistening wet, was not entirely erect, nor was it entirely soft as Ben rose and slid over her body, his strong black thighs on either side of her slender white body. As his cock came closer to her mouth, she licked her lips. She had been a virgin when she married Dan, but she had not been innocent. She had learned early in life that her pretty face attracted men who were more than willing to settle for the mouth of such a pretty girl. Ben's hands reached for her head. She didn't resist as he loomed over her; his wet cock slapped wetly across her face, and her tongue lapped at the pungent, tasty cock flesh.
Dan watched in awe as the African moved up his wife's body. The man's cock had not seemed to lose its thickness and had shone wetly with their combined juices as it was slapped against his wife's face. His boss reached for his wife's head, pulling it forward. Dan could not see the action taking place, but the expression on the face of his boss said it all. His eyes widened and then closed. A rictus of pleasure seemed to lock into place on his face.
Dan knew how good his wife was at sucking up her enthusiasm for it. He shivered as his wife's head moved into the loins of the African man as he hovered over her. Dan could see him trembling with excitement as his wife's expert lips and tongue pleased him.
In the background, a more confident Abdi was able to openly lean in and watch the scene on the bed, enjoying the sight of his employer's naked white body. Dan ground his teeth at the house servant's bluntness. He wanted to grab the man and hurl him off their property, but Dan was not supposed to be there, and he could hardly intervene without being asked questions!
Now it was the African who was groaning as the white woman displayed unexpected expertise and willingness. He held her head firmly, desperate to ensure this exquisite pleasure did not end. It took him great self-control to pull his cock free of the sucking mouth. He had to exert fierce control when her tongue, without encouragement, lapped at his balls, but he pushed her away and made his way back down her body.
Abdi dove back out of sight as Dan swallowed. The black cock was now back up to full harness. All of that had been up inside his wife, and with a little nervousness, he wondered if there would be any consequences. Then he remembered that his wife had done this as a sacrifice to get him a promotion. She couldn't have known he would have such a cock when she made that stupid offer; she never should have interfered!
Dan looked on as the African, with little effort, flipped Gemma over and held her face down on the bed. His meaty hands seemed to be fondling and squeezing Gemma's pert round bottom, and Gemma was pushing her bottom at the excitingly fondling dark hands.
Dan watched the African haul Gemma back and up slightly to position her. Then he seemed to get distracted by the shapely white thighs, and the man stroked those soft, long legs before grabbing her by the hips and shuffling up behind her. Gemma squealed when the thick head of the African's cock nudged at the opening to her rectum. "I don't do that!" She squealed.
Dan heard her squeal through the window and saw the look of satisfaction cross the face of his boss when the African leaned forward. Dan winced in sympathy as Gemma shrieked as he gripped her firmly and pushed forward, ignoring her squealed protests. Abdi popped his head around the corner to see what was going on but made no effort to come to Gemma's aid.
Dan saw the rising pleasure on the African's face in stark contrast to the shock and pain that had appeared on Gemma's face, which had popped up out of the sheets as the African thrust through her anal ring. His boss showed no mercy as he thrust deeper, and Gemma's face sank back into the sheets, moaning as the African violated her. Dan watched in dismay and concern as the man completely ignored her groaning protests and proceeded to enjoy her tight anal sheath while he watched helplessly. He could not quite credit what he was seeing when Gemma started grinding back.
He had seen enough; he should be getting to Kwekwe, not hiding in his garden. It took him some moments to tear himself away from the sight of his wife and the African feverishly humping at each other in perverted sex. He made his way back toward the gate, determined to get away before he was noticed, and made a fool of himself. The crunch in the darkness made him jump, and he shrank into the dark of a bush as an African walked by smoking a cigarette. He had not seen the man but now recognized him as Beneril Ustory's driver.
He stayed in the dark as the African stood by the gate's smoke. He cursed and waited, hoping he would move away so he could slip out unnoticed. The African, however, simply started another cigarette when he had finished the first, and it was another half an hour before Beneril Ustory walked out of the villa looking for his driver. He walked over to the gate and asked, "Are you ready to leave now, Boss?"
"Pass me one of those cigarettes. I will relax with a quiet smoke before we leave." In the darkness of the bushes, Dan cursed the two men!
"What was she like?"
"Hot! I couldn't believe how good she was with her mouth! Christ, that was an experience."
"So do you think this will be a 'one-off' she insisted it would be?"
In the darkness, Dan could not see the feral grin on the face of his African employer. "Well, she certainly loves her husband!"
There was silence for a moment. "Will that be a problem?"
"I think not. After tonight's experience, I suspect she will not be able to resist a second bout. I think tonight was enough to hook her; we'll see." The two men chuckled in frustration in the darkness as they walked to the car, and moments later they were gone.
Dan very carefully slipped through the gates; the next two-hour drive to Kwekwe gave him a lot to think about. What was he going to do despite all he had learned? One thing was for sure: when he got back, he would sack that bastard, Abdi!
Dan would not have appreciated knowing how Abdi set about securing his future. When Gemma came out of the shower with her bathrobe tight around her, she found Sbdi, their house servant, standing there with an arrogant grin on his face.
"Oh! What are you doing here? Get out!"
"I think not, Madam."
"What do you mean? Get out; my husband will sack you when he gets back for this!"
"You are not going to tell your husband anything! Not if you want your dirty secret kept from him."
"How dare you? I insist you leave now!" Her voice trailed away as Abdi's words sank in.
"What do you mean?"
The African looked at her with that arrogant grin. He was not one for wasted words, so let her think for a moment.
Gemma stared at the African her husband had employed. She had joked at the time with him that he had employed the ugliest African he could find, as the man's face was scarred with deep channels. She supposed it had something to do with tribal custom, but Gemma thought that any man must be mad to scare himself like that. He was strong, and as he worked around the house, his muscular strength became apparent. She thought about making a break for the phone, but even if she got to the phone, who could she call? The police would not come out at this time of night; they would send someone in the morning on a bicycle!
"What do you want?" Her voice was more tremulous now.
Abdi grinned. He had worked for a few white couples over the years. He had found they were usually weak when challenged, and their bravura ripped away. He stepped forward, grabbed her robe, and pulled it down off her shoulders. She shrieked, but Abdi did not care; this was Africa. No one would come. He pushed her down to the carpet, not wanting to waste time taking her to bed. Her husband's boss had prepared her; no shower would have removed the slickness from her cunt. She would be easy to penetrate. He flicked the hooks on his overalls and pushed them to the ground. The fear on the woman's face excited him, knowing that a little fear could make a woman horny, as he had found out enough times in the past.
Gemma saw no point in resisting; there was nothing she could do but accept this. She would find a way to get rid of him!
Abdi kicked the overalls to one side and reached for the soft white flesh of the woman holding her firmly. He wrapped her arms behind her in the tie from her bathrobe. She was now bare to his lusting gaze, helpless; this brute was going to ravish her. The flood of heat in her loins was confusing as Abdi pushed her legs apart, looking at his hard black cock. His arms held her in place, and the feeling of helplessness before this strong, brutal man was overwhelming. This brute was not like her husband in any shape or form; even her husband's boss had been polite and considerate. This man was... she shifted her long, shapely legs further apart.
When Dan returned from Kwekwe the next day, he drove first to the office, not sure what he was going to say to his wife. Not sure if he could talk to her, "Dan! Dan! How did it go? Everything is OK." Dan looked around as his boss approached with his usual cheery bonhomie. The man was behaving as though nothing had happened. "Come through to my office, Dan; there is something I have wanted to speak to you about. Come on, it's getting late. You will be wanting to get home to that lovely wife of yours." Dan managed to hold back the retort that jumped to mind and followed his boss to his sumptuous office. "Take a seat, Dan; I have some news for you."
"News?"
"Yes, and good news too! Dan, I have decided to promote you. I have long been thinking about it, and last night I had a long think about it, and here is a look at this new contract."
Dan managed to keep his face straight and control his surging emotions. He looked at the contract, and his eyes widened as he saw that his salary had been doubled. It was all there in black and white: a promotion to Area Manager! He was not sure if he was up to it, but after what he had witnessed last night...
Beneril Ustory reached for a pen and pressed it into Dan's hand. "Don't think about it, Dan, just sign it." Dan took the pen in his hand and dithered a bit. "Of course, you appreciate that, as Area Manager, you will have to be out and about more visiting around Manicaland."
"Manicaland?"
"Yes, I will expect you to visit Masvingo on Friday."
"Friday... Masvingo?"
"Yes, come to think about it, you will need to be there on Monday as well for the meeting with the architects; it'll be best if you stay the weekend."
"The weekend... I will have to be away for the weekend."
Ben nodded. "Yes, but I have booked you into a Safari Lodge so you can relax and enjoy it and be fresh for Monday." Dan looked up from the contract and looked his employer in the face; there was no sign on Mr. Ustory's face to give away what had happened last night: "Sign the contract, Dan."
The following Friday, Dan drove out of the villa gates held open by the house servant, Abdi. He had that irritating smirk on his face, one he had been wearing all week. Dan had proposed sacking the man as soon as he had time to relax with Gemma, but to his surprise, Gemma fiercely opposed the idea, insisting she felt safer with him around and keeping an eye out for her.
Dan had tried to insist, but Gemma had only become upset; she needed stability, and if Dan was going to be traveling around leaving her at home, Gemma wanted someone around and not a stranger. Confounded Dan abandoned the idea. It didn't help that the servant had developed an arrogant cockiness.
He drove to the edge of town, and once again, he saw his boss driving the other way. Ben grinned and waved at Dan, who waved back. This time, Dan did not turn around and drive back home. His cock was hard most of the weekend, with a feverish imagination working overtime.
"Honey, I'll be back tomorrow. It's only one night." Dan reassured his wife as he prepared to leave for Kwekwe. His wife Gemma nodded and looked reflective, rather than worried. "I'll be back tomorrow." Gemma nodded. He gave her a hug and a kiss and climbed into the car out of the hot sun.
The gardener held the gate open for him as he swept through. He had a two-and-a-half-hour drive, and if he left now before it got dark, he would be out of the city and on his way by the time night fell. His thoughts were on the business meeting he had to attend first thing in the morning, and when a few moments later he passed his employer driving the other way, he gave it little thought beyond a polite wave.
He worked through his strategy for the meeting as he drove, but nagging doubts kept coming back to him. What was his boss doing driving out towards Avondale? He lives in Borrowdale and was nowhere near the company office. This nagging doubt fretted Dan's peace of mind.
Gemma had expressed her frustration that he was not more assertive. That he had not pushed hard enough for a pay raise and that he should apply for the promotion to area manager.
Dan knew he was not up to it, and everyone else in the company knew it too. It was silly to apply for a promotion he would never get, not that he told Gemma that it would have wound Gemma up even more; they had enough money. The salary might be low for home, but so was the cost of everything here, and they lived far better than they had in England. Why couldn't his wife forget about the promotion? They did not live in the rat race anymore.
Why was his boss driving into the Avondale suburb as Dan was leaving? What was he up to?
Gemma seemed quiet and reflective as he left instead of worrying about his trip as she usually did. Was there a connection? Dan fretted. He worried and fretted whenever his gut told him something was wrong, and his guts were screaming at him! He fretted for another fifteen minutes before his vacillations led to deeper worry. In one wide, sweeping U-turn, he turned the car back toward home and put his foot down on the accelerator.
When he returned to Avondale, his heart leaped into his mouth to see his boss's car parked in the driveway in front of their villa. He suppressed the momentary panic; it could be harmless. In a moment of lucidity, he did not press on the car horn for the gardener to come and open the gates; the gardener had probably already left for the neighborhood bar anyway. He drove the car a bit further down the street, parked and locked the car so it would be safe enough in this area, then walked back and used his key to let himself through the security gates.
He almost went straight into the house but hesitated. Was he being silly? Would he make a fool of himself charging in there? He was, after all, supposed to be on the way to Kwekwe. Would Gemma think he didn't trust her returning like this? Would his boss demand to know what he was doing here? He hesitated and fretted, then walked around the villa to the rear garden. Gemma always kept the rear curtains open and the windows open so the cooler night air flowed through the house. Not that it ever really got cold in Africa. He could listen through the windows to hear what was going on.
He felt a bit foolish skulking through his garden, but he could hear Gemma's voice now and occasionally the deep guttural responses of his African boss. They seemed to be having a normal conversation. He leaned a bit closer and looked through the window. Darkness had by now descended on Harare, so the darkness of the night would hide his presence.
Gemma and his boss, Beneril Ustory, were sitting at the table talking over the remains of a meal. It all seemed harmless, but why was his boss here at all? Why hadn't Gemma mentioned she was expecting him before he left? He began to worry again; he couldn't burst in and demand to know what was going on, so he waited and listened.
"I assure you, Gemma. I am a man of my word; you keep your side of the bargain, and I will keep mine."
Dan was intrigued and listened longer.
"I am not sure; Dan would not be furious if he learned about this."
"I will never tell him, I assure you."
"You don't understand. I love Dan; I wish he would be a bit more assertive."
In the darkness, Dan smiled and felt relieved; his wife loved him. She could not know he was hiding in the garden; she loved him, and he had worried about that a lot.
"He is what he is. He's a good man. I trust him far more than I could ever trust an African manager."
"Dan trusts me; what would he think if he even knew I had invited you to dinner to discuss this promotion?"
Dan bridled that if only his wife would stop interfering and pushing all the time, things would work out; they always managed to muddle through in the past. It had not been his fault that his last company had gone bankrupt or that he had been out of work for nine months, and he did not want Gemma's pushiness to lose him this job; they needed it. They could do without the promotion, but they needed this job, and Gemma could ruin it! He cursed, and his heart stopped when Ben reached across with his large black hand and took Gemma's slender white hand in his. "He will never know we had this discussion." His dark hand squeezed Gemma's hand gently.
'Hey!' He thought, 'She hasn't pulled her hand away!'
"How do I know you will give him this promotion?"
"I have it with me."
Ben reached into his pocket and extracted a letter: "Here, read it, and see for yourself."
Gemma took the pre-offered letter and read it. While she did, Ben retained his grip on Gemma's hand. Dan's eyes widened as his boss caressed Gemma's hand. 'She had better be careful; this could get out of hand, and there would be gossip if anyone learned she had invited an African to dinner while Dan was away.
"It's all there."
"It's more than I expected."
"Of course, you are a remarkable woman. Dan is lucky to have such a beautiful wife."
Gemma said nothing; she pushed the letter aside and reached for her drink, her hand trembling. "Don't worry, he will never know. It's business; I have something you want, and you have something I want."
"But I love Dan."
"I know; that's what makes it perfect."
Dan was perplexed. What did his boss want that made his wife's love for him perfect?
"I want the best for him; I want him to be confident in himself. I want him to think he deserves this promotion. He would hate me if he thought I had interfered; he is so proud that it is silly sometimes."
Dan listened; his wife knew him so well, yet she still interfered. She didn't understand, but she meant well.
"Come, Gemma, let's get more comfortable than sitting at this table." Gemma hesitated. "You are going to honor our deal?"
"Yes, yes, I promised, and I keep my promises."
Ben wondered if she remembered the promises in her marriage vows; he would not remind her, not at this time. He stood up without releasing her hand and led her to the center of the living room, heading for the sofa. Dan edged around a bit to get to a better position where he could see without being seen. Gemma looked stunning, but she had always looked stunning. He had never understood why she had gone out with him on that first date, never mind marrying him.
She loved him; she told Ben and made it clear. It was a shock, therefore, when Ben pulled her close and she did not pull away. His heart stopped and his stomach lurched when Ben's meaty black hands grasped his wife's tightly clad bottom and pulled her closer. Gemma turned her head away but did not struggle or push him away.
Gemma's long legs were emphasized by her skinny jeans, and the round pert bottom at the top of those legs was being cupped and squeezed by his African boss. She was wearing high heels and a lightweight sweater that hugged her body, a figure that was being held against the heavy-set body of his boss, a man who was old enough to be her father.
Dan Fretted. She was not pushing him away.
He could still charge in there, but after what Gemma had said about how she loved him and how much she did not want him to find out, His very presence would show her he did not trust her, but if he did nothing...
Ben dropped his head and nuzzled the soft white neck exposed by her, turning her head from the kiss. He kissed and nibbled at her exposed neck. He could feel her tenseness and sense her desire to pull away. This was no wanton slut, but a respectably happily married wife, and that excited him even more. His cock lurched harder, and he pulled her against it as his hands grasped her round, firm bottom. He was going to enjoy this!
Gemma was in shock and confused. With the large cock of her husband's boss ground against her, she could feel its heat and hardness. What had she gotten into? His soft lips nibbling her neck were setting off exciting, tingling sensations. Her hands wavered in the air. She knew she could not push him away; she wanted to, and yet she didn't! Butterflies flew in her stomach and her body in response to the warm male body pressed against her. She had agreed to this; she had to remind herself, but now the reality of her sacrifice was not what she had expected. She had thought she could bear the burden of this, that she could let him have her and remain remote; it was business.
The hot, pulsing cock so firmly pushing against her had set off a sexual arousal she had hoped to keep at arm's length. Ben's tongue found her ear. Her hands came down to his shoulders to push him away; at least she meant to push him away, but her hands rested on his shoulder. The tongue in her ear was intrusive, circling, delving, hot, wet, and scintillating. She shivered and pulled away as her nipples thickened and hardened.
Dan watched through the window as his boss fondled and stroked his wife's firm, curvy bottom. His wife was wriggling in his arms, but not with any vigor or urgency. The man was making a meal of his wife's dainty ear, and he could not stop himself from looking on. He had thought he would be angry, but he wasn't; he was aroused!
Ben could feel the woman's soft, firm breasts crushed against him; her hardening nipples betrayed her excitement. There was something special about these English wives. Bringing them to a level of sexual excitement that they did not expect, cracking their reserve and making them enjoy it despite their upbringing, they were nice girls, good girls, ground against his cock and pinned like a butterfly on his hard lust. "I'm only doing this for my husband!" She gasped against him.
"I know you are honey; this is about getting him a promotion," his tongue lapped at her soft white neck.
"Ok, but take it easy; I have never done anything like this."
Ben's hands rose to her waist, squeezing and molding the soft, slim, round hips. "Does this have to be pulled up?"
"Yes," Gemma gasped.
Ben smiled and started pulling her tight-fitting top upward.
Dan could not pull his eyes away as his boss pulled his wife's top upwards and her bare white, slender waist and back came into view. Ben did not wait to get the top over her head before lowering his hands and caressing her soft skin. Dan's eyes were fixed on the scene in front of him as those black hands stroked and caressed his wife. He watched as his wife struggled to pull her top over her head and toss it aside, and then her hands fell back onto the African's shoulders. Ben felt his mouth go dry as his boss fiddled with the clasp of her bra.
"For your husband," he whispered as her bra loosened. Gemma trembled in the arms of the African, a man whose warm body, hot cock, and caressing hands were firing her up. She shivered as his hands gently stroked her arms and pushed her away from him. She looked at him and saw his gaze fall to her breasts. The look of hunger on the African's face set her trembling anew; her husband had never looked at her with such an expression of sheer lust. She unconsciously pushed her shoulders back, which she knew made her breasts more prominent. She was wasting her time. Nothing could have excited Ben more than he already was.
The woman's full breasts were gems of white womanliness. He wanted to hold them and caress their softness, but he was reluctant to release her arms in case she came to her senses and fled. He licked his lips as the woman trembled in front of him, then he raised her arms over her head and held them in one hand as he lowered his head and greedily sucked in a perfect pink nipple.
Dan himself trembled. He could see his boss's hands holding his wife's wrist; his head had disappeared, and Dan knew he had to be licking his wife's breasts. He knew how much that thrilled his wife and how it would get her overly excited! The moan that came through the window confirmed this, and when her head fell back, Dan knew she was surrendering.
The African's hands held her firmly in position as his hot mouth sucked and savored the fresh-tasting womanly flesh. He popped one breast from his mouth and then sucked in the other one. He could feel the woman's passion building up as her resistance declined and her excited wails thrilled him. He released her hands; she did not attempt to pull away as he reached for the buckle on the belt of her jeans. The jeans were going to be a struggle to pull off. He drew the belt free and tossed it aside. When he unbuttoned the brass bottom, the top of her jeans sprung apart. He pulled on the zipper. She made no effort to get away, bringing a grin. A knowing grin. He had her now; she was his!
His large hands reached for the waist of her jeans and pulled them down. They were tight, and the woman braced her legs as he dropped to his knees and pulled and tugged on the clinging jeans. When her stomach came into view, he leaned forward and kissed the smooth curve of her belly as he worked the jeans farther down until they released their grip on the woman's full thighs and fell to the floor around her ankles. His hands eagerly stroked the soft firmness of her hips and thighs.
Dan watched as black hands caressed and stroked his wife's lovely white thighs, squeezing and caressing them before rising to slide under his wife's lacy pants to stroke her clitoral area. Dan thought it was strange that Gemma was wearing her sexy underwear; she did not normally wear them. She must have put them on for Ben's visit! His heart was back in his mouth as those hands drew down the pants he had bought for her last Christmas. His boss crouched lower in front of Gemma, then forward. His wife responded by edging her legs wider apart, and there he was, with his head between her legs, lapping away at her privates.
Gemma groaned as the black man's tongue thrust along the groove of her cunt. Her husband did not do this very often; he didn't like it. But this African did not seem to mind, so she might as well enjoy the opportunity, she told herself as she closed her eyes and sank into the wonderful feelings, spreading her legs wider and grasping the African's head to hold steady as he licked.
Ben delighted in the freshly washed, tasty flesh between the woman's legs. White women seemed to take so much more care of their cleanliness. He lapped aside the lips of her vulva and delved inside the pink liquid heat. Half an hour of this, and she would be climbing up the walls for his cock, no matter how much she loved her husband.
Gemma had a hold of the African's head firmly, as she needed to as her long legs started to tremble. The tongue between her legs had not given a few swipes like her husband; it was going to town as though her pussycat was a tasty treat! She groaned as hot, hungry swipes set a fire in her loins. (This was fantastic!) The tongue lapped and circled her clitoris, sending Gemma onto her toes from the sensation, and when he curled his tongue and thrust it inside her, she wailed her delight, staring at the ceiling through sightless eyes as she focused on the pleasure between her legs.
She had not expected her adultery to feel this good; it was meant to be a penance for her betrayal of her husband, even if it was for their future! The tongue worked her private area until Gemma's knees gave way. She would have fallen, but the fact that the African's hands were caressing her bottom held her firm, and his strength surprised and excited her. Her husband would have collapsed under her if she had put her weight on him like this, but the African seemed to hold her effortlessly as his tongue continued.
Ben was delighted in the effect his tongue was having on this white English wife. White women often seemed to have little experience with the many different varieties of sex. She tasted divine, and the flowing juices served as testimony to how little resistance there would be when he popped his cock into her!
Dan was in emotional turmoil as he watched his wife's lovely, long, shapely legs held effortlessly wide by his African boss as the man seemed to lick forever between Gemma's white thighs. He had never seen his wife so excited, but then he had not taken the trouble to lick her as long and persistently as his boss. cursing himself for not knowing it would have such an effect on his wife!
When the African sought to pull away, Gemma tried to pull his exquisite tongue back between her legs, but he was far stronger than her. She felt like a toy in his arms as he held her away and stood up. Her eyes locked with his, and she felt a sudden shame at the intensity of her arousal. She looked away. He pulled her close, twisting her head, and with lips still wet with her pussy juices, he mashed his lips onto hers, driving that exciting tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily, careless of the taste of her pussy. Ben grinned and pulled away from her. He did not need to pull the woman in close; she was grinding herself against his hard cock. "The bedroom?"
Gemma did not hesitate and nodded, taking his hand and leading him down the corridor as the African's arm slid around her slender, naked waist.
Dan hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do. Should he go back to his car and race to his morning meeting or move to the bedroom window?
Dan found himself hoping Gemma did not close the curtains in the bedroom.
Ben seemed to become more assertive, picking Gemma up and throwing her on the bed. She gasped, surprised and a little shocked, but lay there passively as her husband's boss stripped off his clothes. She saw his hungry eyes and preened, stretching and showing him her all. Showing him her feminine charms and the delights awaiting him, she was horny. This was no longer about her husband and his promotion; she wanted to be fucked by this African!
She spread her long legs wide, offering herself to him. When his trousers dropped to the floor, she could not stop her eyes from falling to his loins. Her eyes widened as he stood for a moment before joining her. He was hardly a fine figure of a man. He must have been around fifty years old, and she felt a little thrill run through her that she was going to let a much older man enjoy her. His cock looked long and thick; it bobbed and weaved in the air. She marveled at its length.
It was long, very long, and she felt her loins tighten in anticipation.
Dan felt intimidated. His boss had always been domineering and forceful around the office; his nakedness did not diminish his authority. Seeing the man standing there naked, sporting a long, hard cock, made Dan feel diminished. His heart skipped a beat when he saw his wife spread her legs wide for the African bull. Ben climbed onto the bed as she reached for him and guided him, welcoming him to her body. She seemed to get buried beneath his middle-aged bulk as the African settled atop her. He watched as his wife's slender arms encircled the African. He saw the man's hips raised high, weaving and bobbing, and then making a quick, almost brutal thrust. The wail from Gemma served as testimony that the man was inside her. Gemma's legs shot high in the air on both sides of the thrusting African. Then the man made several forceful, thrusting movements, and Dan winced at the thought of his wife being stretched and torn by the African's cock. Then her long, shapely legs lowered and wrapped around the African, who began a steady grinding, humping motion.
Gemma was in shock when the African thrust deep. In a long, surging drive up inside her, his cock was thick and long, and the initial surge of it inside her was thrilling. The man's heavy bulk was more exciting than she had thought it would be, as he effortlessly thrust and ground against her. Her clitoris was regularly crushed and ground by his movement, and she bit her lip to control her excitement as she began to hump against him. No, this was not about her husband's promotion anymore. This was about her needs; she did not understand how much she needed sex like this. She humped against the African desperately to get his cock as far up inside her as she could!
Dan watched mesmerized at the energy and enthusiasm of the much older man ravishing his wife. He could hardly blame Gemma for enjoying this; he was enjoying it himself. It was like watching a private sex show! Except it wasn't. A dark head peeked around the bedroom door and looked at the copulating couple on the bed. It was Abdi, their house servant, spying on his wife and Ben. Dan felt a moment's outrage and then caught himself wondering if he had the right to condemn Abdi since he was watching surreptitiously from the garden. Dan felt a little silly about the whole situation.
It was not what Ben was feeling as he eagerly humped the white wife; it was that she was now humping back at him, and he could feel her inner muscles grabbing at his cock. It was too much, and his hot seed surged along his cock and shot into the welcoming pussycat that sucked the juice out of him.
Gemma felt the man atop her jerk and tremble; she felt his cock inside her surge and throb even more. Then she wailed in orgasm at the realization that this man was shooting his seed deep inside her.
She willed her womb open to his spurting seed and thanked God that she was not fertile, as she would have been unable to force him to pull out. She cuddled the man as he slumped over her. She had not expected to feel warmth toward her husband's boss, but the sex had been out of this world.
Ben looked down at the sad expression on the white woman's face. She was gorgeous, with dark, flashing eyes and silky hair. He had a button nose and sweet lips, which he was determined to enjoy next. He reached up and stroked her face gently, brushing aside the stray hairs as she recovered from the bout. He lowered his head and kissed her nose.
Her eyes opened, and she looked up into his eyes. "Are you going now?"
Ben grinned, "No."
There was no surprise or confusion on her face; it was simply acceptance. God, this woman was so pretty! When he saw her photo attached to her husband's CV, he was determined there and then to offer her husband the job. As his cock relaxed inside her as her pussycat gently squeezed out the last of his seed, he resolved that he would have her for himself; he would not be satisfied until her belly was swollen with his child. The woman made no effort to push him away as he caressed her face, stroked her cheek, and ran a finger over her soft lips. Her eyes sought his, and he met her gaze, reassuring her that all was right with the world. He pulled himself free, his cock sliding out of her wet, clinging sheath. He ignored her questioning eyes and reached down to fondle her breasts. The woman squirmed into his grasp, pressing her full white orbs into his meaty black hands. He toyed with those wonderful breasts that he had enjoyed sucking on; he squeezed them firmly, making her gasp. His palms moved over her stiff nipples as he watched her face betray her excitement. God, he would love to fuck this woman while his son suckled these perfect orbs for milk. What greater gift could he give to a son than to have these perfect breasts to nurture him?
His thoughts would have panicked Gemma; it was lucky she could not read his mind. When the black man stopped playing with her vest and started edging up her body, she did not need to read his mind to know what he wanted. His cock, glistening wet, was not entirely erect, nor was it entirely soft as Ben rose and slid over her body, his strong black thighs on either side of her slender white body. As his cock came closer to her mouth, she licked her lips. She had been a virgin when she married Dan, but she had not been innocent. She had learned early in life that her pretty face attracted men who were more than willing to settle for the mouth of such a pretty girl. Ben's hands reached for her head. She didn't resist as he loomed over her; his wet cock slapped wetly across her face, and her tongue lapped at the pungent, tasty cock flesh.
Dan watched in awe as the African moved up his wife's body. The man's cock had not seemed to lose its thickness and had shone wetly with their combined juices as it was slapped against his wife's face. His boss reached for his wife's head, pulling it forward. Dan could not see the action taking place, but the expression on the face of his boss said it all. His eyes widened and then closed. A rictus of pleasure seemed to lock into place on his face.
Dan knew how good his wife was at sucking up her enthusiasm for it. He shivered as his wife's head moved into the loins of the African man as he hovered over her. Dan could see him trembling with excitement as his wife's expert lips and tongue pleased him.
In the background, a more confident Abdi was able to openly lean in and watch the scene on the bed, enjoying the sight of his employer's naked white body. Dan ground his teeth at the house servant's bluntness. He wanted to grab the man and hurl him off their property, but Dan was not supposed to be there, and he could hardly intervene without being asked questions!
Now it was the African who was groaning as the white woman displayed unexpected expertise and willingness. He held her head firmly, desperate to ensure this exquisite pleasure did not end. It took him great self-control to pull his cock free of the sucking mouth. He had to exert fierce control when her tongue, without encouragement, lapped at his balls, but he pushed her away and made his way back down her body.
Abdi dove back out of sight as Dan swallowed. The black cock was now back up to full harness. All of that had been up inside his wife, and with a little nervousness, he wondered if there would be any consequences. Then he remembered that his wife had done this as a sacrifice to get him a promotion. She couldn't have known he would have such a cock when she made that stupid offer; she never should have interfered!
Dan looked on as the African, with little effort, flipped Gemma over and held her face down on the bed. His meaty hands seemed to be fondling and squeezing Gemma's pert round bottom, and Gemma was pushing her bottom at the excitingly fondling dark hands.
Dan watched the African haul Gemma back and up slightly to position her. Then he seemed to get distracted by the shapely white thighs, and the man stroked those soft, long legs before grabbing her by the hips and shuffling up behind her. Gemma squealed when the thick head of the African's cock nudged at the opening to her rectum. "I don't do that!" She squealed.
Dan heard her squeal through the window and saw the look of satisfaction cross the face of his boss when the African leaned forward. Dan winced in sympathy as Gemma shrieked as he gripped her firmly and pushed forward, ignoring her squealed protests. Abdi popped his head around the corner to see what was going on but made no effort to come to Gemma's aid.
Dan saw the rising pleasure on the African's face in stark contrast to the shock and pain that had appeared on Gemma's face, which had popped up out of the sheets as the African thrust through her anal ring. His boss showed no mercy as he thrust deeper, and Gemma's face sank back into the sheets, moaning as the African violated her. Dan watched in dismay and concern as the man completely ignored her groaning protests and proceeded to enjoy her tight anal sheath while he watched helplessly. He could not quite credit what he was seeing when Gemma started grinding back.
He had seen enough; he should be getting to Kwekwe, not hiding in his garden. It took him some moments to tear himself away from the sight of his wife and the African feverishly humping at each other in perverted sex. He made his way back toward the gate, determined to get away before he was noticed, and made a fool of himself. The crunch in the darkness made him jump, and he shrank into the dark of a bush as an African walked by smoking a cigarette. He had not seen the man but now recognized him as Beneril Ustory's driver.
He stayed in the dark as the African stood by the gate's smoke. He cursed and waited, hoping he would move away so he could slip out unnoticed. The African, however, simply started another cigarette when he had finished the first, and it was another half an hour before Beneril Ustory walked out of the villa looking for his driver. He walked over to the gate and asked, "Are you ready to leave now, Boss?"
"Pass me one of those cigarettes. I will relax with a quiet smoke before we leave." In the darkness of the bushes, Dan cursed the two men!
"What was she like?"
"Hot! I couldn't believe how good she was with her mouth! Christ, that was an experience."
"So do you think this will be a 'one-off' she insisted it would be?"
In the darkness, Dan could not see the feral grin on the face of his African employer. "Well, she certainly loves her husband!"
There was silence for a moment. "Will that be a problem?"
"I think not. After tonight's experience, I suspect she will not be able to resist a second bout. I think tonight was enough to hook her; we'll see." The two men chuckled in frustration in the darkness as they walked to the car, and moments later they were gone.
Dan very carefully slipped through the gates; the next two-hour drive to Kwekwe gave him a lot to think about. What was he going to do despite all he had learned? One thing was for sure: when he got back, he would sack that bastard, Abdi!
Dan would not have appreciated knowing how Abdi set about securing his future. When Gemma came out of the shower with her bathrobe tight around her, she found Sbdi, their house servant, standing there with an arrogant grin on his face.
"Oh! What are you doing here? Get out!"
"I think not, Madam."
"What do you mean? Get out; my husband will sack you when he gets back for this!"
"You are not going to tell your husband anything! Not if you want your dirty secret kept from him."
"How dare you? I insist you leave now!" Her voice trailed away as Abdi's words sank in.
"What do you mean?"
The African looked at her with that arrogant grin. He was not one for wasted words, so let her think for a moment.
Gemma stared at the African her husband had employed. She had joked at the time with him that he had employed the ugliest African he could find, as the man's face was scarred with deep channels. She supposed it had something to do with tribal custom, but Gemma thought that any man must be mad to scare himself like that. He was strong, and as he worked around the house, his muscular strength became apparent. She thought about making a break for the phone, but even if she got to the phone, who could she call? The police would not come out at this time of night; they would send someone in the morning on a bicycle!
"What do you want?" Her voice was more tremulous now.
Abdi grinned. He had worked for a few white couples over the years. He had found they were usually weak when challenged, and their bravura ripped away. He stepped forward, grabbed her robe, and pulled it down off her shoulders. She shrieked, but Abdi did not care; this was Africa. No one would come. He pushed her down to the carpet, not wanting to waste time taking her to bed. Her husband's boss had prepared her; no shower would have removed the slickness from her cunt. She would be easy to penetrate. He flicked the hooks on his overalls and pushed them to the ground. The fear on the woman's face excited him, knowing that a little fear could make a woman horny, as he had found out enough times in the past.
Gemma saw no point in resisting; there was nothing she could do but accept this. She would find a way to get rid of him!
Abdi kicked the overalls to one side and reached for the soft white flesh of the woman holding her firmly. He wrapped her arms behind her in the tie from her bathrobe. She was now bare to his lusting gaze, helpless; this brute was going to ravish her. The flood of heat in her loins was confusing as Abdi pushed her legs apart, looking at his hard black cock. His arms held her in place, and the feeling of helplessness before this strong, brutal man was overwhelming. This brute was not like her husband in any shape or form; even her husband's boss had been polite and considerate. This man was... she shifted her long, shapely legs further apart.
When Dan returned from Kwekwe the next day, he drove first to the office, not sure what he was going to say to his wife. Not sure if he could talk to her, "Dan! Dan! How did it go? Everything is OK." Dan looked around as his boss approached with his usual cheery bonhomie. The man was behaving as though nothing had happened. "Come through to my office, Dan; there is something I have wanted to speak to you about. Come on, it's getting late. You will be wanting to get home to that lovely wife of yours." Dan managed to hold back the retort that jumped to mind and followed his boss to his sumptuous office. "Take a seat, Dan; I have some news for you."
"News?"
"Yes, and good news too! Dan, I have decided to promote you. I have long been thinking about it, and last night I had a long think about it, and here is a look at this new contract."
Dan managed to keep his face straight and control his surging emotions. He looked at the contract, and his eyes widened as he saw that his salary had been doubled. It was all there in black and white: a promotion to Area Manager! He was not sure if he was up to it, but after what he had witnessed last night...
Beneril Ustory reached for a pen and pressed it into Dan's hand. "Don't think about it, Dan, just sign it." Dan took the pen in his hand and dithered a bit. "Of course, you appreciate that, as Area Manager, you will have to be out and about more visiting around Manicaland."
"Manicaland?"
"Yes, I will expect you to visit Masvingo on Friday."
"Friday... Masvingo?"
"Yes, come to think about it, you will need to be there on Monday as well for the meeting with the architects; it'll be best if you stay the weekend."
"The weekend... I will have to be away for the weekend."
Ben nodded. "Yes, but I have booked you into a Safari Lodge so you can relax and enjoy it and be fresh for Monday." Dan looked up from the contract and looked his employer in the face; there was no sign on Mr. Ustory's face to give away what had happened last night: "Sign the contract, Dan."
The following Friday, Dan drove out of the villa gates held open by the house servant, Abdi. He had that irritating smirk on his face, one he had been wearing all week. Dan had proposed sacking the man as soon as he had time to relax with Gemma, but to his surprise, Gemma fiercely opposed the idea, insisting she felt safer with him around and keeping an eye out for her.
Dan had tried to insist, but Gemma had only become upset; she needed stability, and if Dan was going to be traveling around leaving her at home, Gemma wanted someone around and not a stranger. Confounded Dan abandoned the idea. It didn't help that the servant had developed an arrogant cockiness.
He drove to the edge of town, and once again, he saw his boss driving the other way. Ben grinned and waved at Dan, who waved back. This time, Dan did not turn around and drive back home. His cock was hard most of the weekend, with a feverish imagination working overtime.
