Rob and Sarah considered themselves a typical American professional couple. Both worked in America at the start of this tale. They lived in what might be described by an Englishman, in typical American, white, suburbia. Lawns, gardens, driveways, spacious homes, spaciously apart, professional mediocrity where life changes little. Everybody is polite and superficially neighbourly. They had seen very few Black Americans. They considered themselves educated, and sophisticated. Americans who knew everything about life. Africa was to provide them with a rude education into the real world. An education Rob's very pretty, full busted, and shapely wife Sarah thoroughly enjoyed! After some readjustment Rob also came to enjoy it.
Rob works with a prestigious firm which has offices all over the world. An opportunity came up to work in Kenya. Rob and Sarah had rarely been out of state, never mind out of the USA. In a fit of unusual 'daring, ' they decided to apply for this position and see something of the world. His company were only to happy to send them both to Africa.
They arrived in small, regional, lakeside town, and were provided with a delightful colonial villa. Rob was replacing another expat who was returning home. Their periods of employment overlapped a month so that the previous staffer could teach Rob the ropes, and settle them in to the way things are done in Kenya. He explained to Rob that he should never leave Sarah alone if he traveled away as it would be an invitation to the local African men to burgle and rape. To overcome this he had arranged for his own wife to have a stand in while he was away who slept in the house, and acted the husband while he was away. An African man. Rob was embarrassed to realise that this man meant a husband in every sense. He took it with a pinch of salt, and a certain degree of erotic excitement to imagine this man's pretty wife, or indeed his own gorgeous wife with an African. A concept he had never thought of living in white suburban America.
The expat's wife briefed Sarah on local shopping, codes of behavior, what to expect, do, and not do, and in particular African men. Indeed she helped Sarah interview several African men and recommended Francis. A strong, well built, African who would give Sarah every satisfaction... Sarah caught the strange inflection in her voice, but dismissed it.
She would remember it later.
As the month developed and they got to know each other better. The couple seemed to delight in telling exotic and increasingly detailed sexual tales of Africa, which both embarrassed and excited Rob and Sarah. The wife cheerfully admitted to Sarah that she was bedding her own domestic, and encouraged Sarah to do the same with Francis! Sarah was shocked, but the erotic idea took firm root. Indeed on a couple of occasions they sat on the terrace with her husband sipping cocktails, and could hear the cries of passion inside the villa as his wife was rogered by the domestic!
Rob and Sarah were embarrassed by this, and confused at the casual acceptance by this man of his wife's open relations with the African. A man who was 'only a servant' after all! Nevertheless that night their own lovemaking was spiced by the listening to this interracial lovemaking.
During the last week of the handover month their pretty, very curvy 15 year old daughter returned from the Private Boarding School she had been boarding at. To the complete shock of Rob and Sarah within half an hour of her arrival they could hear her excited squeals as the 'servant' welcomed her home properly with an obviously vigorous fucking!
Her parents, sipping tea with them on the terrace, grinned sheepishly and expressed concern as to whether their daughter would be able to get used to living as a 'normal' American teenager back home.
The tale of this couple is long and convoluted. I will probably cover it later if interest is expressed. It involves some dark deeds, exhibitions of mother and daughter, and bestiality.
After they left Rob and Sarah settled down to a life of happy domesticity. Loving the experience of Africa, the warmth, the scents, and colours, and the luxurious lifestyle. Rob worked hard, but never traveled away on business. Sarah relaxed, acting the white mistress of the colonial villa. She was very casual in her dress 'in her own home.' Wearing scanty clothes around the villa, careless of the presence of the African domestic. She exercised daily in shorts and scanty top. She knew the domestic sneaked lustful looks at her, and in particular that he sprouted an erection virtually every time she exercised. She ignored his needs. Though was secretly excited by his sneaky looks, and the bulge in his shorts. Indeed more than once she had seen his thickened member protruding from the leg of his shorts.
It was almost as though she was daring him to make a move on her.
They traveled around Kenya on the weekends and holidays very aware of the sexual aggression of the African men, particularly when pretty Sarah wriggled her sexy bottom into a bar. One weekend at the Pan African Hotel, Rob returned from the bar with the drinks to find Sarah being courted by three African men. Rather than rejoining his wife he took a seat at a nearby table and watched the fun. His wife flirted and joked with the Africans finally allowing them to oil and cream her as she lay by the poolside. As there were three of them one was given a bottom cheek each to oil, while the third oiled her thighs. They were surprised to discover Rob was her husband, but continued their fun massaging her delightfully. Unknown to Rob, the African working her thighs had sneaked his hand inside Sarah's costume and brought her to a secret orgasm.
Sarah did not tell her husband about that...
Rob had his own secret. At the Mayfair Hotel he had visited the sauna on one occasion. One of his reasons was his awareness that Africans used the sauna's for assignations with white women. He was relaxing in the sauna, when a large African man joined him sitting on the tier above. He removed his towel and a large jet black cock bobbed into view at eye level. The African noticed Rob's own cock stirring and almost before Rob knew what was happening he was sucking and licking that big black cock.
Rob did not tell his wife about that...
On another weekend they visited the Swiss Grill on the Uhuru highway. This was a hotel famous for its saunas. They were both shocked and excited at the way white couples disappeared into the cubicles followed by strapping Black Bucks making little attempt to hide their intentions. Rob and Sarah had by now got used to the casual way African men touched and groped them both even in public places. They had though, apart from the tales of their predecessor, seen little evidence of interracial activity other than at the Swiss Grill and the very physical advances made on themselves at various times.
It was six months before Francis made his half expected move.
Both were shocked at his modus operandi. He had been watching, and observing for six months, noting carefully, and recording in a diary everything they did. They came home one day, and were shocked to discover that Francis had forced open their writing cabinet and stolen Rob's records. Rob in his naiveté had kept a record of every black market transaction he had made, exchanging American dollars for Kenyan shilling. Faithfully recording each exchange, and the exchange rates used.
This is treated as a very serious crime in Kenya. The extent of Rob's records would undoubtedly see Rob jailed and Sarah also, as a conspirator. Nothing seems to delight Africans more than to get a pretty white woman into jail where they can do what they like to her. Rob would have been equally sexually molested. Most of the white population regularly hear horror stories of African jails. The Africans themselves are terribly afraid of being jailed. The thought of Sarah's voluptuous charms being available to prison guards and prisoners alike was an intolerable thought!
They offered Francis money, presents, everything they could think of. He refused them all. He wanted Sarah! Once a week, in their own bed, for the night! They were both shocked and excited. They both wanted to agree, but did not know how to tell each other. Francis insisted, and 'reluctantly' they agreed.
Then came the twist.
Francis did not wish to be accused of rape. To prevent that he insisted on an 'African wedding!' Rob would have to give away the bride, and his friend Herzog would be the best man. Further to ensure there was no misunderstanding both would have to 'witness' the wedding night.
As Sarah later admitted when she realised that this African had carefully planned and schemed for six months to find a way to sleep with her she literally 'wet her knickers' in response. Rob struggled with his own excitement realising his own fantasy of seeing Sarah with a big black African was going to come true!
The wedding night was a huge shock to Sarah. She had not realised men had cocks that big! How would it all get in? She would be torn apart! Nevertheless in her special wedding dress, incredibly turned on and excited, she allowed herself to be led to her wedding night bed.
Rob was also shocked at the size of Francis' organ. He watched as Francis worked it all into his squealing, wriggling, wife. In further shock and horror he watched his wife receive an incredibly vigorous and prolonged fucking. Francis literally fucked his wife off the bed and across the room as he took her! At one point he struggled with a desperate need to intervene as he listened to his wife whimpering beneath the savage fucking she was getting. Just as he was about to act he realised his wife was whimpering not with pain, but with sheer pleasure...
.... There is more of this story ...