I had been out of defence for around two years, working in security and part-time stripping. Both provided opportunities to meet women and couples. One afternoon, a mate who had served in defence with me asked if I was interested in overseas security work. After a brief conversation, he mentioned the salary and got my attention. The assignment was to provide personal security to the family of a consulate in Africa. I knew this would be dangerous work, but the money compensated me for the risk. In addition, this money would give me the funds to buy a charter yacht and run charters out of a tropical resort, a long-held dream.

A few weeks later, we were on the ground, a group of six guys from different nations. The assignment’s details were to provide 24-hour security and protection to the family, essentially the consular husband and the two daughters. They were on holiday from France for eight weeks. It would be difficult as they spoke French and some English. While visiting, they would also go on safari and attend social functions. The two daughters were around 18 and 20. They informed us they would accompany their father to these remote locations on safari.

Fortunately, the family appreciated the need to have us as protection, and we broke into three-person teams and worked 12-hour shifts. We would be assigned to a family member and work as a team. They agreed to inform and include us in all their movements, including parties. I was assigned to the eldest daughter, Madeleine, a good-looking younger lady with long dark hair and a youthful, athletic body. They told us they had an embassy party that would include many people, so we would have to have eyes on them the whole time.

As we walked through the house, she showed me around and told me I could call her Madi. Then, she introduced me to the housekeeper, an African woman in her later thirties. She was charming, with large breasts and a firm big bottom. She led me to her bedroom and, entering the room, she unbuttoned her dress and threw it on the bed, continuing through to the bathroom in her panties. I stopped, unsure what to do. As she removed her panties and asked me to come into the bathroom, she wanted to continue our talk. She showered, soaped and washed her hair, telling me about her life, hobbies, and friends. She told me who would be at the party, who she liked and who she didn’t. The whole time, I looked around the bathroom and tried to be discreet.

When she turned the shower off, she asked me to hand her a towel for her hair. I looked around, and she pointed to a small towel on a vanity. Giving her the towel, she opened the screen door. Standing naked before me, her pert breast, flat, firm stomach and trimmed pubic hair. She thanked me and dried her hair with no effort to cover herself. Then, with her hair in a towel, she asked for her large towel and dried herself. She walked past me and found a light summer dress in her wardrobe. She pulled it over her head, and I followed her to dinner. I thought to myself, “No underwear” I love this job.

After dinner, she changed, applied makeup, and informed me that it was time to meet up with the family so we could all go to the Embassy. This is where I met her mother, a distinguished, professional, beautiful lady. I knew where the daughters had inherited their good looks. We travelled in two cars, the parent and their protection up front, the daughters and us in the other that followed.

On arrival, we stood back and kept a low profile as they went about their social interaction. During dinner, we had a bite to eat as they were in a secure room before re-joining them in the ballroom. I followed Madi around, and she occasionally looked at me and smiled. It is hard to be a tough, no-aggressive guy when a pretty girl smiles at you.

She was talking to a guy who, by his appearance, was in his mid-fifties, and if I wasn’t mistaken, she was flirting with him. They then went out onto the balcony, which I considered a security risk, and I quickly approached the door. I stopped at the door so as not to intrude and checked that she was safe. She was leaning against the stone rail, her skirt apart, and he had his hand between her legs. Realising she had seen me, I looked away as she smiled.

The next time I checked, she was working herself against his hand. Finally, she looked me in the eye and, biting her lower lip, closed her eyes and started to orgasm. As she shook and a sigh escaped her, she looked at me again, and her tongue touched her upper lip. The scene had given me an erection, and I knew I could not walk around looking like this. He removed his hand and smelt his fingers as she pulled her panties up and straightened her dress.

She walked past me, smiled, and I followed her to the party. As I did, she slowed and said that the old guy was a friend of the family and was a dirty old man, but with me watching, she could have an orgasm. Her French accent made that sound very sexy. The rest of the night was uneventful, and just after midnight, she returned home. I walked her to the bedroom and remained outside, and as I attempted to close the door, she asked me to keep it open. I relaxed in a chair just outside the door. I had two hours left on my shift.

After about thirty minutes, I heard a noise inside the bedroom. I saw Madi walk to the French doors and onto the balcony. It is hard on protection to keep an eye on someone and not be intrusive. I waited for a few minutes and decided to check on her. She was sitting in an oversized cane chair naked, with her knees drawn up. I had been with her for less than twelve hours and was used to seeing her naked, but she still gave me an erection.

She seemed sad, and when I asked her about it, she shared that she loved seeing her mama, but it was boring as she missed her friends. She said life in France was exciting, and she missed her best friend, who she had known all her life. Her best friend had introduced her to sex and boys, and she was missing that excitement and shared her story with me.

The friend’s parents were swingers, and her father would bring men home and watch his wife have sex with them. She was staying with her friend one night, and it was late. So her friend told her to be quiet, and they crept onto the balcony and could see into her parent’s room. As her eyes adjusted, she realised she was watching her friend’s mother making love to a man who was black. Her father was sitting at the end of the bed on a chair naked, stroking a massive erection. The lovemaking was slow and erotic with long kisses, his movement slow and deliberate, with her legs wrapped around him. She remembers it was very erotic.

She said she immediately felt the warmth between her legs and the trickles of moisture running inside her legs. They stayed there on their hands and knees, watching when her mother was placed on her hands and knees on the bed. She was facing the window, and they could see her face, and the big black guy came up behind her and started fucking her. From the expression on her face, she could tell she was enjoying herself pushing back against her lover, her breasts swinging as she tilted her arse.

Then suddenly, her mother’s expression changed, and she looked at her husband. With that, he came over and kissed her, he then placed his cock near her mouth, and she sucked on him as she continued to receive the guy from behind. Finally, the husband moved away, which now obstructed their view. He then turned and opened the French doors, and she felt the room’s warmth rush over her, and the aroma of sex filled her nostrils. Now, they could also clearly hear the noises, slapping of flesh, and sighs and groans. She said they were shaking from fear of being caught and sexual arousal.

When they felt safe, they slipped back to the bedroom and giggled at what they had experienced. Mani’s friend had seen her parent having sex with each other and other people before. That night, when she went to bed, her knickers were soaked, and she masturbated several times with those images in her mind. Over time, Madi said she was introduced to sex with her girlfriend. She said they experimented together often. She believed her parents knew, but no questions were asked.

Sitting there as she recalled the story, she had her hand in her lap, her fingers gently fondling her pubs. Her breasts pressed against her firm thighs. She said she hoped to be like her friend’s mother. The idea of her husband bringing men home to pleasure her was exciting. However, her friend confided that her father was actually her stepfather. She did not know who her father was, and neither did her parents. She had been conceived during her mother’s being shared in group sex sessions. Unfortunately, her mother could no longer have children due to complications during her birth.

She looked up at me and asked if I thought it was wrong, and I admitted it was unusual, but the idea sounded very erotic. She went back to bed just as my replacement arrived. That night, I lay in bed with an enormous erection, but there was little privacy and as much as I needed some relief, it was impossible.

The following few weeks were uneventful other than a week’s excursion on a Safari. They had a couple of African guides show them around the countryside. They assured us the areas were a low-security risk. We camped out, cooking in open fires and sleeping in tents on top of vehicles. The family showered in tents in the opening, and her girls were comfortable naked in front of their father and the guides. I noticed they had both shaved their pussies, and on enquiring, they explained it was easier to keep clean. When we stopped, the girls would squat beside the road and pee in front of everyone. No one seemed to notice but me.