Promotion!

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Wife Watching, Interracial, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: I white wife persuades her husband's African boss to promote her husband, but nothing is straightforward in Africa

"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, and 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 give it little thought, beyond a polite wave back.

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 lived in Borrowdale and was nowhere near the company office.

Nagging doubts 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 rise, and that he should apply for the promotion to Area Manager.

Dan knew he was not up to it. Everyone else in the company knew it too. It was just silly to apply for the promotion. He would never get it! Not that he told Gemma that, he just hesitated and prevaricated.

That just wound Gemma up even more.

They really had enough money here. The salary might be low, but so were the costs and they lived far better than they had in England. Why couldn't his wife just forget about the promotion? They did not live in the rat race anymore.

But why was his boss driving into the Avondale suburb just as Dan was leaving? What was he up to? What could he be up to? Gemma had 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 a deeper worry.

In one wide sweeping u-turn he turned the car back towards Harare and put his foot down on the accelerator.


When he returned to Avondale his heart leapt 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 quite 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 neighbourhood bar anyway.

He drove the car a bit further down the street, parked and locked it up. It would be safe enough in this area. Then he 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? He was after all supposed to be on the way to Kwekwe. Would Gemma think he didn't trust her? Would his boss demand to know what he was doing here?

He hesitated ... and fretted.

Then he walked around the villa to the rear garden. Gemma always kept the rear curtains open and the windows to 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 own 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. The dark of the night would hide his presence. Gemma and his boss, Beneril Ustory, were sitting at table talking over the remains of a meal. It all seemed so harmless, but why was his Boss here at all? Why had Gemma not mentioned she was expecting him before he left?

He worried again. He could hardly burst in and demand what was going on. Could he? He waited and listened.

"I assure you Gemma I am a man of my word. You keep you side of the bargain, and I will keep mine."

Dan was intrigued and listened longer.

"I am just not sure. Dan would be furious if he learned."

"I will never tell him, I assure you."

"You don't understand. I love Dan, I really do. I just wish he would be a bit more assertive."

Ben shrugged.

In the darkness Dan smiled and felt relieved. His wife really did love him. She could not know he was hiding in the garden. She loved him! 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. If only his wife would stop interfering and pushing all the time. Things would work out. They usually managed to muddle through. It had not been his fault his last company had gone bust, or that he had been out of work for nine months. 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.

Gemma would 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 has not pulled her hand away!

"How do I know you will really give him this promotion?"

"I have it with me here."

Ben reached into his pocket and extracted a letter.

"Here read it. See for yourself. You can trust me Gemma."

Gemma took the proffered letter and read it. While she did so Ben retained his grip on Gemma's hand. Dan's eyes widened. His boss was stroking and caressing Gemma's hand.

She had better be careful. This could get out of hand. 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 very lucky to have such a beautiful wife."

Gemma said nothing, but she pushed the letter away and reached for a drink. Her hand seemed to be trembling.

"Don't worry. He will never know. It is just business. I have something you want, and you have something I want. Simple."

"But I love Dan."

"I know, that's what makes it just perfect."

Dan was perplexed. What did his Boss want that made his wife's love for him perfect?

"I want the best the best for him. I want him confident in himself. I want him to think he deserved this promotion. That he deserved it. He would hate me if he thought I had interfered. He is so proud, it's silly sometimes."

Dan listened. His wife knew him so well, and yet she had still interfered she didn't understand, but she had meant well.

He dithered.

"Come Gemma, let's get more comfortable than sitting at this table." Gemma hesitated.

"You are going to honour 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 over to the centre 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 married him. But she loved him! She had just told Ben that and made it very 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 was not struggling or pushing him away

Gemma had long legs, really long legs. Her tight jeans emphasised their length 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 light tight sweater that hugged her figure. A figure that was being held against the heavy set body of his boss. The man was old enough to be her father he thought!

But she was not pushing him away!

Dan fretted.

He could still charge in there, but after all 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...

Dan worried.

Ben dropped his head and nuzzled the soft white neck exposed by her turning her head from the kiss.

Gemma was pretty. At twenty two her skin had the freshness of youth. He kissed and nibbled at her exposed neck. He could feel her tense. Could sense her desire to pull away. This was no wanton slut but a respectably happily married wife. His cock lurched harder and he pulled her against it as his hands grasped her round firm bottom.

He was going to enjoy this!

Dan was frozen in position as he stared at his African boss paw his wife. Why wasn't she pushing him away?

Gemma was in shock and confusion. The large cock of her husband's boss ground against her. She could feel its heat and hardness. What had she got into? His soft lips nibbled her neck were setting off exciting tingling sensations.

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