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Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009Wild Africa. A story I wrote for my wife based on true events but heavily heightened with my fantasies for her.. EnjoyWILD AFRICAIt had been over a year since our last indulgence in the forbidden delights.The suggestion of revisiting the Gambia and rekindling the relationships there had been well discussed and was, or I had thought, the most probable route to finding Jayne a well hung black man other than finding something nearer home in the UK.In 2011-12 some issues prevented us from enjoying time away from our families but with the conclusion of those matters, there was an opportunity to push the boundary a little and on impulse, I arranged a weeks holiday in Conakry, the capital of Guinea.In hindsight the flight connections that initially seemed exciting and romantic (stay over in Paris) proved to be exhausting and uncomfortable. The company I used offered some assurance of reliability but clearly this was aimed at the less expectant. I told Jayne about the arrangements in good time and she was amiable, becoming more enthusiastic as time went on. I did suspect a little hesitancy so I decided to base us in a quality hotel. We weren’t disappointed with the Camayenne Hotel in Conakry and Jayne made an extra special effort to compliment the diet she’d worked on for months. She looked tremendous and deserved a memorable reward. As the k**s are getting older they are becoming more demanding but somewhat self sufficient so making time for us isn’t the biggest problem now. Our close unit allows trust with family and we in turn have reciprocated over the years. My suggestion that I was taking Jayne away was welcomed and the offer to look after them came as I had expected, the added bonus being during term time too. Holiday plansOne evening two weeks prior to our flights, I found Jayne exploring the hotel and locations in Guinea and over a glass of wine we discussed the holiday and pending activities. She told me later that I was to assuming and abrupt with my supposition that she would even consider taking on a local man. That said, it’s true to say that she was willing to discuss it and even to the extent that she indulged me to keep the peace.I’d asked her to take on a group during role play and she’d agreed, describing several huge characters. That fuelled my imagination and the idea of five, six or more “Bamba” types pounding and “rag dolling” her was more intoxicating than the bottle of Merlot I’d consumed. I also made demands (as she put it) for her to wear lingerie during the encounters, specifically stockings and heels and other desirables, desirable to me that is. The most extraordinary request I made was for her to have full intercourse without the use of a condom. Jayne showed really no reluctance or surprise when I said I wanted her to let a black man ejaculate inside her. I did shock myself and I remember my heart pounding in my chest and ears after I said it. She simply answered “why not” That really got me hot under the collar and I pestered her to confirm that she would which didn’t help the mood. It resulted in a “lets wait and see”After we had returned from Banjul in 2011 Jayne visited our health centre to discuss going back on the pill claiming period control. I thought it would raise eyebrows but it was a relatively simple matter and since April 2011 she’s been safely on it.I think we’d both anticipated that she would have additional partners and we even made plans to have Bamba fly to the UK. He made the excuses, not us and although it’s still a potential, we looked for alternatives. The nearest was meeting a black guy from Leeds who met us in a car park at the Designer Outlet. He wasn’t particularly well endowed despite his email claims but he was young and good looking according to her. As it was the first meet there wasn’t going to be any penetration but after the inaugural kissing and groping, he took a “lipstick” blow job to completion from Jayne, promised to contact us again for the ultimate and then disappeared never to be heard of again.Despite my efforts, finding the right type of men for Jayne in the UK has been difficult to say the very least, albeit plenty of time wasters.As the holiday drew closer I took a little sneak preview of some new items in our shared case and was thrilled to find a bag labelled with La Senza. Inside were a new waspie corset, bra and knickers also two packs of stockings. I even went to the extent of investigating her makeup bag to make sure the brighter, more sensual colours were there. I did admit it to Jayne later.To be honest she left nothing out and catered for all of my whims and eccentricities as will later become apparent.We had to fly to Paris on Saturday, stay over night at Charles de Gaulle then fly early Sunday, Air France to Conakry. It sounded ideal until it became reality. After dropping off the k**s we drove to Manchester airport for the BMI to Paris.A short delay had us on our way but once at CDG trouble hit. The place is colossal and the French are largely ignorant so making our way throughout was difficult and annoying. We got lost on the rail system but eventually we arrived at the most basic room to discover there wasn’t a restaurant. Then after a tenuous late tea and a couple of beers we discovered that the flight, the following morning to Conakry was delayed for three hours. It wasn’t the best start and I felt that if anything could go wrong, it would, simply to thwart our plans.Despite everything we made the best of it and I tried very hard to avoid any overpowering interrogation of what Jayne might or might not do. As it was, just as we we’re settling down to sleep with the sound of traffic and jets roaring in the back ground she snuggled up to me and said with her eyes shut,“Never mind… we’ll be there this time tomorrow and you can amuse yourself by finding me a hunky black guy” I didn’t sleep well although Jayne did. Predictably the trip via the rail network was as fraught as the day before with little assistance from the airport staff. Thankfully once the endurance of security and check in, then security again we were finally in the departure lounge. I felt as though I’d been awake for 24 hours, not entirely far from the truth. Jayne looked great in contrast. She’s made some effort too with a tight floral dress, modest heels and subtle but precise makeup. Her effect was finished with a pair of large dark sunglasses and an often blank vogue expression as she surveyed the lounge and people within. It was quite obviously full of black men and woman taking the flight to Conakry and then on to Freetown, Sierra Leone. Not many Caucasians.Irritatingly, there was no bar or cafeteria only a few extortionate drinks machines but I bit the bullet and bought two latte’s. When boarding was announced there was no orderly queue but an exodus of nationals seemingly desperate to get on the plane. We waited, typically British and in due course we were directed left into the airbus and seats with extra leg room, as requested at check in. Result !Jayne suggested that I should have paid for business class seats but at 1k return each it had seemed expensive. Little did I know !!The flight was long and arduous but I was so tired that I did sleep for about three hours. We held hands and dosed then towards the end of the flight we chatted and prepared for the arrival. Jayne had noticed a big African guy getting up to use the bathroom whilst I’d been sleeping and she pointed him out to me during the rush to use it again once the captain had announced the decent and seatbelts on, which infuriated me.He was massive though, fitting all the criteria and I asked her if he was the sort of thing she had in mind. She was resting her arm on the seat rest supporting her chin with her fingers and she turned to me and said “Oh Yeah”Exhilaration is not the word and I knew that I’d at least have to give it a go to engage him in some form of conversation or something. Unfortunately it wasn’t to be as in the bustle of landing and exiting the aircraft he disappeared but I had a refreshed idea of the parameters.ConakryWe endured immigration and then heat as we left the airport building. I’d cleverly decided on one suitcase to foil the bumsters and airport staff who are insistent and carrying bags for a fee. Jayne handled the hand luggage and we made our way to main road that was lined with taxi’s. I opted for a half decent vehicle and asked the driver if he knew the Camayenne Hotel. He claimed he did and then we haggled the price in US Dollars starting at 15$ (ha ha) it ended at 3$ . Conakry has a huge French influence and it’s a much more cosmo city than Banjul. There’s a large Muslim contingency mixed with a European attitude (when it suits) and for the main, French is spoken along with English and the regional Creole dialects.The drive was fascinating as expected and surprisingly the AC in the taxi worked. We arrived at the hotel about 40 minutes after leaving the airport and after checking in we inspected the room finding it to our complete satisfaction. The staff throughout couldn’t do enough for you (as will later be explained)I put on shorts and went for a swim in the deserted pool while Jayne showered and changed then we went for dinner, again in an empty dining room but with the full attention of the staff. What’s more the food was excellent. I had lobster and Jayne the fish which was accompanied by two bottles of wine.Some guests eventually appeared but we retired to the hotel bar for a few more drinks and then to bed.I wanted to get familiar with everything the following morning and to be truthful, it was far easier than expected. We slept reasonably well. The ceiling fan gave off a pleasant hypnotic hum and the air conditioning took the sting out of the night heat. The room was spacious and clean with large curtained floor to ceiling windows. It opened to a lounge area also with large windows and through to a secluded open air shower room. Fantastic !Jayne got up and made coffee then dressed in shorts and a blouse for breakfast. It was busier in the dining room with a mix of people, French, German and blacks. There were also a small Lebanese’s group but they remained very secular. We had breakfast and then I went to the reception to ask about a car and driver. The girl on the desk spoke really good English and also fluent French and she arranged a car with an English speaking driver for us for 11.00. There was a little confusion over the passports as I had refused to hand them over but it was easily resolved with 5$ I had it in my head that we would take a drive into and around the capital then investigate the night scene and places that I could take Jayne to “pull” The hotel had a compound wall but it was in a quiet well policed area with an obvious wealthy inhabitancy, good roads and lighting etc. Also the layout of the room and buildings was clearly discrete and getting a bloke or blokes in wasn’t going to be a problem, nor was disturbance.The driver arrived on time and I met him at the reception paying them in advance much to his frustration. He later negotiated a more reasonable deal at the risk of loosing his patronage but selfishly for my part, I had my wife’s interests in mind, not his.When Jayne appeared she was wearing a very short skirt but with a flowing wrap covering her legs. She’d also changed into a tight low cut top and sun cream was lightly showing white on her arms which she was busily rubbing in. She’s put on makeup too and a broad sun hat. Her sunglasses hid her eyes. It could have been perfect if she’d have been wearing high heels but the flip flops toned it down. Regardless the driver gave her a good look over. He told us his name was Kemo and his English was very understandable. At this point, it needs to be explained that he was not her type at all but he was instrumental in associating us with a more than suitable individual. Kemo drove us into Conakry past the splendid mosque. It was a busy crowded road and the traffic movement slow. Fortunately the vehicle also had functioning air con which kept us comfortable. At one point we drove to a halt because of two large vehicles meeting head on in the road and it was a stalemate with neither lorry able to manoeuvre. The temptation to get out and walk was contradicted by Kemo who insisted that it wasn’t a good idea and that we should stay in the car until we cleared the bustle of the crowds. Jayne and I attracted some attention and there were very few white people about in the area passing the mosque. Once through the jam we negotiated wider roads, albeit in poor condition but it was less congested.I’d asked Kemo to take us to the residential areas away from the slum side of town and to where we could find bars, restaurants and other hotels. Once away from the centre of the capital and into the mountain area surrounding the city and adjacent coves the area took on more of a resort landscape. It’s very idyllic. We passed a number of armed military police in groups. Kemo explained that they guarded the affluent areas, particularly the Mayors house which we passed by and was very grand in a colonial style. Also the resorts visited by French, European and Middle Eastern people. We stopped at a beach head with several huts and an open bar area. Again a guard was sat waiting on a chair and as Jayne opened the car door and got out, he leapt up taking over. Kemo said something to him and he escorted us into bar. I ordered three Heinekens and we sat in the shade at a table taking in the view of the atoll sea shore. A woman selling sea shells was hushed away by the guard and I commented about always being pestered by beggars’, sellers and bumsters. Kemo pointed out that if you succumbed, they would constantly target you.After we finished the drinks Jayne asked if we could find a more active area and we told Kemo we wanted local bars and nightlife. He drove us to Zonas about another five miles further along the coast. We parked the car and decided to walk around the streets that were mixed with street markets and shops. Jayne immediately took an interest and dutifully I followed.As she was engrossed with a storekeeper over some carving, I asked Kemo if there were issues with security particularly in some areas and especially during night time. He said that it was largely safe but he advised against walking around at night. It had been on my mind all day and I asked him if he knew where I could find a guard or chaperone. I motioned like a boxer and emphasized “big man” using my open arms to demonstrate width and height. I went ridiculously overboard and we both ended up mimicking each other and laughing. It settled down with him nodding and giving it some consideration but just in case I repeated “big big man” nodding to make sure he understood.Kemo got on his phone and made two calls and as we moved along the stalls he spoke to me and said he had a friend who knew a man who was “very large” and that he would make a request to him.During the impromptu shopping I suggested another beer and we stopped outside a street bar while Kemo went in for the drinks. I say a bar, more a hole in the wall with a shed door painted in the Coca-Cola livery. We were scrutinized by the four inside but they seemed friendly enough. It obviously thrilled me the way they studied Jayne without any attempt to be discreet. She ignored it although I mentioned it to her, but she was nonchalant and just smirked.The rest of the day was spent shopping with another stop for a little street kitchen. I was reluctant considering stomach complaints but Jayne tucked into the vegetable stuff and Kemo some pancakes?Then as we were putting Jayne’s bartered purchases in the back of the car Kemos phone rang and he had a short conversation. He cupped the mouth piece in his hand and told me that his friend’s friend would “support” me for 20$. That would be around 3 weeks good wages for a Guinean. I immediately said that it was too expensive. As Kemo went back to the phone, Jayne’s inquisitive nature took over and she asked what was too expensive. For some reason I walked her a little away from the car and was actually whispering when I told her I was trying to arrange a companion to escort us during the evening. She asked all the impossible questions a woman would ask, who is it, what’s he like, where is he?I said I didn’t know but we’d see. I also told her that I though Kemo was adding a little to the price for himself and although I didn’t mid that, I wasn’t going to be ripped off especially as I’d paid and fed him. He came back with 15$. I gave a contemplating expression then said we would need to meet him and I asked if it could be arranged. Back on the phone, Kemo said yes and after cutting it off he told us that we could meet him on the way back at the Novotel Ghi hotel in the centre of Conakry. FodeJayne and I sat in the back holding hands. Both of us full of anticipation but also with the unsure feeling of expectation. We chatted to Kemo during the drive and frustratingly as we neared the city centre we became stuck in the traffic melee again. We moved a car length at a time and I needed the lavatory to put a mundane top on it. Eventually we reached the hotel on the Rue du Commerce. It’s quite a grubby place and I thought at the time that I was glad I hadn’t book in there. Despite that it later served a purpose. We all went into the lounge and I disappeared off to the lavatory, another stimulating experience.When I returned Jayne and Kemo were sat on rattan chairs in the veranda. Jayne had a glass of wine and had sensibly ordered me a large beer in a pint glass. Clearly the Novotel wasn’t all bad !Sitting down and taking a refreshing drink, I asked Kemo what time was the guy arriving. He laughed and said any time which really meant half way through the second pint. Jayne had paid a trip to the lady’s room and came back with a little more makeup and a strong odor of perfume.Kemo noticed it but I pretended not to but she’d definitely stepped up a little. I remember thinking that it was somewhat like going over old ground but I also thought that it could be a waste of time to.I was on the cusp of asking Kemo if he could check the man was actually going to turn up when his phone rang. There was a little chatter and then he got up and walked through back into the reception, out of the doors and disappeared don the stone stairs. Jayne asked me again who it was that was coming and I told her, a chaperon. We would need one if we we’re going out during the evening because Conakry could be unpredictable at night.Jayne asked if it had anything to do with her and after a slight pause I said I thought it could do. Really casually she took a long sip of her wine and glanced toward the reception. I looked and Kemo came back up the steps. Behind him, another man was appearing but he didn’t seem to reach the top of the stairs.From where I was sat t looked as though he was growing out of the ground because he just kept getting taller and bigger and taller and bigger.My head went tight and my chest started to pound as the man came clearly into sight. Once through the reception doors it was clear that he was a huge bloke. Dressed in a tatty Nike Tee shirt and shorts, he towered above Kemo and every step towards us he got larger and wider. Jayne stared expressionless as they approached but I noticed her eyes examining him up and down from his dusty flip flops to his smooth dark skinned face.I knew then that at some point his black Guinean cock would be inside herKemo strolled up to us looking down at his mobile phone with a couldn’t care less approach then casually looking around and then back to his phone screen announced “ Fode (pronounce Fodey) will work for you…..15$ US” I was on the ball and asked them to take a seat then I waved for the waiter and invited drinks.Kemo in his accented voice strung a sentence together stating that Fode wanted the 15$ up front. It felt uncomfortable but I was excited if I’m honest and the waiter arrived on cue with his silver tray to collect our glasses and take the order for fresh drinks. Jayne asked for another glass of wine and I ordered a beer. Fode, simply agreed with me when I pointed to the empty pint glass and Kemo politely declined, reiterating as politely as the language barrier could allow, that Fode wanted paying prior to his services.It was plainly obvious that Kemo was negotiating his cut of the 15$ but considering what was presented I agreed and when the drinks arrived, I passed him enough to cover everything. Fode entered into conversation with him and Kemo stood up and walked away from the table settling the bill with the waiter.Although I don’t know what was said, Fode got his 10$ the drinks were paid for and Kemo came out of it alright. Subsequently he introduced us to Fode properly. I shook his hand which was like a Gorillas then Jayne offered hers. He took it and the clutch was enough to stir me. Her soft vogue white hand held by his big black grasp, then the lingering hold by her, ending with the tracing of her fingers and painted red nails over the ridge of his thick forefinger as they broke. I knew instantly that a connection had been made, certainly in Jayne’s mind. I picked up my cold beer and about to take a drink, looked at her and said okay?She replied as though in consideration.”…. Yes….”In no time it was obvious that Fode spoke little English but he could manage French. That was an alluring feature I later discovered. Kemo interoperated although Jayne interacted and made a real effort to communicate with him.I marvelled at him to be quite truthful. His physical size was astounding. I know that’s what I’d asked and stressed for but I hadn’t imagined we would find a man that outlandish so quickly and seemingly effortlessly. Later, we discovered that he’s 26 years old and has worked as a soldier, building worker and now as a casual labourer for the port authority.The situation was calling for some form of arrangement that would give me the opportunity to steer things toward an intimacy between him and my wife. I could feel the static atmosphere between me and Jayne but I was mindful that timing and manner and place was everything.I told Kemo that Jayne and I wanted to go out into Conakry that night to a restaurant and perhaps a local bar. There is a French dominated area mixed with some Lebanese places that are policed and largely westernized and they are within a comfortable drive of our hotel. Kemo suggested that we should enjoy that area and stay clear of the centre during the evening.It was going through my mind, how do I split Kemo up from Jayne, Fode and me. It was clear that Kemo had adopted himself as our driver and the prospect of free food and drinks would be a difficult bonus to give up easily, certainly without me being rude to him. What’s more I needed him in lieu of finding another driver and local knowledge. The solution was 10$I asked if Fode could meet us later that evening and Kemo translated. I suggested that Kemo could collect him on the way and that we would like to visit a sea front restaurant later about 8.00. I got up to go through to the un manned bar relying on him to follow which fortunately he did. The waiter dashed in to help and I ordered another round of drinks then I told Kemo passing him a 10$ note, that he did not have to stay with us later, simply collect and drop us off as tonight we didn’t have any plans and we wished to do as we pleased. I added that Fode could arrange a taxi later on in the evening but he could collect us at the hotel the following morning about 11.00. Without fuss he accepted the cash and obligingly agreed.As I walked back to the veranda Jayne was sat crossed legged with almost her full thigh purposely on show for Fode. Her sandal was dangling from her toes and she was swinging it playfully. She was also playing with her almost empty glass and I could see she was feeling reasonably relaxed with the situation. The next glass of wine was accepted with a wry smile and a mouthed “thank you”. It was my intention to entice him and Fode appeared overwhelmingly grateful for the second free drink. Actually, I had the feeling that he was already quite happy to escort us and earlier at the mention of visiting a restaurant he’d nodded in agreement with Kemo.With a deep drink of the cold Heineken I lent forward to Jayne and mumbled“will you” she turned away and answered flippantly…. “if he will”.Almost immediately my loins tightened and I felt so excited yet hugely relived. It had been almost stressful wondering if we would have the opportunity to indulge. I remember thinking that he must find Jayne appealing as he’d been taking long looks at her. Regardless I’d made up my mind I was going to ask her to make sure he got the right idea early on.After a little more conversation with Kemo assisting in the translation, we found out that he was engaged to a girl named Florence and that he lived close to the Novotel Ghi, the hotel we were in at the moment.He worked on the dock for the port authority most days but it was dependant on shipping so he would do anything in his spare time. During the conversation I noticed Jayne scrutinizing him further. As well as been a mammoth of a man he was quite handsome and bearing in mind he is 19 years her junior, she was being attracted to him more and more as the time went by, not to mention that the wine was dulling any inhibitions anyway.Fode was laughing in an almost high pitch squeal and speaking in accented English and French which was like a new language but we could make out the jist of what he was saying.Eventually after finishing the drinks I asked Kemo to take us back to our hotel and we confirmed that he would later drop us at the coast and then collect Fode.We all stood up with me offering my hand to help Jayne. Simultaneously, Fode also offered his hand and she took both to help her out of the chair. That was the first comparison of his size to hers.I remember it distinctly, Jayne’s face was about level with his chest and he was nearly twice as wide there.She smiled and looked at me as he turned to allow her past and I gestured for her to go first. At the bottom of the stone steps we waited for Kemo to come with the car then quite un prompted Jayne said goodbye to Fode and poised her cheek. He hesitated for a brief second then stooped to peck her politely but as he did she calmly stroked his forearm down and along his hand, holding onto his fingers, again lingering just long enough to leave a subliminal meaning. I saw it as though in slow motion and it made my chest pound with anticipation.In the car we set off and I asked her if she thought he’d got the message. She answered that “he will later” then she gave me a kiss on the cheek. The drive back wasn’t as difficult as I’d thought as the traffic was lighter but all the way I had a solid erection which had to be disguised by my shirt as I exited the car. We quickly waved off Kemo and I marched Jayne back to the room, got her through the door and into the bedroom. Within moments I had her on the bed and was eating her wet pussy. No shower or finesse, just raw lust. The sex was fantastic but embarrassingly short although she enjoyed it, easily reaching her own climax as I cross examined her about the prospect of her having intercourse with Fode.It had been quite a cloudy but a hot day in more than one way and after making love we both showered naked outside, a very enjoyable and sensual experience in the secluded privacy. Even though I’d satisfied my lust I couldn’t help asking her how she intended to promote herself to Fode or any other men she fancied. She actually finds it very irritating and prefers to surprise me but I often can’t resist knowing. It’s like a c***d at Christmas, desperate to know what’s coming but the surprise is always better. I asked her if she would wear stockings for him and for her to wear serious makeup. She put up with it until I got into the sex, asking her if she would let him ejaculate in her was the final straw. She didn’t get angry but she sobered me by saying that I was spoiling the mood and reminded me of one of my favourite sayings “the moments gone” I came to my senses and knew to back off. The atmosphere preserved, I washed her gently with a few gentle kisses thrown in as compensation.The shower was invigorating and cooling. We dried and both felt fresh. I walked naked back into the lounge and got a beer from the fridge. Jayne declined and wrapped in a towel she went into the bedroom to change for the evening. She actually lay on the bed for about forty minutes before routing through the luggage bag for some things. By this time I felt cooler, not cold, but enough to put on some clothes. I tried to avoid her noticing that I was checking out her stuff as she arranged it. Once I’d put my shorts on and about to fasten my shirt I was shooed out of the bedroom and told to go finish my drink in the lounge. I remember the clunk of the bedroom door and the return of that immensely thrilling sensation. I had two beers and started to watch the clock. It was still cloudy and the light was just beginning to fade, what’s more I’d asked Kemo to collect us at eight O’clock and we had only twenty minutes. I walked out onto the patio to retrieve my sandals then returned to the lounge picking up my watch and wallet. I’d spent very little money considering. Drinks are extremely cheap and food is very reasonable. It had been the tips that had cost the most up to then.At fifteen minutes to eight I was getting anxious. Ridiculous really, there was no rush, we were on holiday but the anticipation was suffocating me.I heard the click and sc**** of heels on the tiled floor and any man will understand that sound. It almost compels men to investigate it A few seconds later the door opened and Jayne stepped through into the lounge and immediately after seeing her, I had no doubt whatsoever that Fode would want to fuck her.I’d had a little rummage in her packing at home but I’d not seen her dress. It was perfect for the location I thought. It was bold leopard patterned pencil dress. It was plunging, low cut and short. It was, is, inevitably tight and it fitted all of her curves. The neck was just off the shoulder with short sleeves and she was wearing a narrow black choker that drew my attention immediately because it has the word “BITCH” in small silver inlay embossed in it. I’d bought her it months ago from Pulse and cocktails but this was the first time she’d worn it. She also wore huge dangling earrings in her ears and her hair was neatly pinned up to show them off. I loved her makeup; it was precise and flawless with attention to everything. Her eyes were accentuated with subtle colour and rimmed with thick black mascara that made them stand out but her lipstick made the most impact. It gave her lips a gloss bright red colour in the room light. She reminded me of the women you see working behind the makeup counters in department stores. It looked impeccable. As if that wasn’t enough I could see she was wearing nylon on her legs and I stupidly question in my mind for a split second if they were stockings or not. Leaning slightly over to my left I looked to make sure and satisfy myself that the glimpse of a discoloured band just below the hem of her dress was in fact a welt. It was confirmed when I scrutinized her stiletto sandals and saw the dark seam running up her calf.I told her she looked gorgeous but the words came out of my mouth as though I was out of breath and I was shaking like a leaf to boot.Jayne knew she looked good and even admits it today. She’s also openly said that she had every intention of pulling Fode and if it wouldn’t work, that she would pull somebody else. It was just the mood she was in that night. The contents of her purse corroborated her full intentions. She insinuated that I would like what she had in it which prompted me to ask her “what’s in your purse gorgeous” She said I could take a look and opened it for me, then went through the contents confidently and quite happily naming them.Lipstick, mascara, eye liner, perfume, Cigarettes (More 120’s) lighter, Small tube of Vaseline, and oh…1..2..3..4..5 condoms.I couldn’t help it and I just about jumped on her but after embracing and feeling her up she resisted pushing me off saying that she’d done her mouth and that I’d get us both sweaty. She did say I could have my fun later, adding after a slight pause, unless somebody else is having it.It was comfortable in the room with the air conditioning running but that made it feel quite warm once outside on the patio. It was getting darker still and the crickets were noisy. I could also hear the sea and the odd car horn now and then.Jayne walked up to me and put her arm in mine and reminded me that Kemo would be here soon. She was very casual about it and just stood with me as I took in the view over the boundary wall and down the shallow hill towards the sparsely lit road and the lights of Conakry city.Kemo arrived moments later. We watched his car headlights bumbling along the rough road then turn out of sight towards the hotel gates.We could walk easily around the outside of the apartment rooms, past the pool and avoid going through the lobby and reception. I supported Jayne as she walked carefully in her stilettos over a short patch of rough ground but once on the paving she was fine. Kemo was out of the car and up the steps about to go in through the entrance when I called him and before he really got a good look at Jayne I’d opened the car door for her. She climbed in pulling down the hem of her dress as women do when they think too much is being shown. Then I went around and got in the other side next to her. Kemo turned the car around and drove us back down the bumpy hotel access road and thankfully onto the spinal highway. I’d asked that he take us to a seafront restaurant called Le Cidre. It was recommended in the hotel guide and was located on a large open deck construction on the beach. Across the sea front road is a nightclub called Bembeys and the guide claimed that it was the place to party until dawn !It wasn’t a long drive to get to the restaurant and pulling up at the road side I noticed that it was far more populated than I’d expected. The restaurant had wooden steps up to the open wooden deck and was fence off all the way around. Groups of locals were dotted about and we discovered that they were there petitioning for money, fee drinks and just hanging out. The steps were guarded by two uniformed men who instantly ushered away a group of bumster when I got out of the car. Kemo was babbling in Creole at them and a little exchange took place. It was broken up by one of the guards who opened the door for Jayne. I looked to see his eyes on stalks as she manoeuvred herself out of the car without giving too much away. It was honestly irrelevant though because as soon as she stood up and walked around to me a few in the groups begin whistling and jabbering. I took her hand and helped her onto the steps then asked Kemo to go collect Fode, bring him here and tell the guards that he was our guest. I saw him getting a good disbelieving eyeful of her too and to be truthful, it made me laugh out loud.The sea front restaurantOnce up the steps and onto the deck it was more sedate with plenty of tables. The eating area was subtly lit and we found a table with comfortable room. It was fantastic in reality. There were others eating and drinking at tables but it wasn’t overcrowded and on top of us. The majority were European or Middle Eastern people.A few had black friends with them and there were also a few mixed race couples, the majority of those being Lebanese looking men with beautiful western looking black girls. Jayne certainly didn’t look out of place as most of the women wore modern western clothes. It did remind me of the poverty gap, more so when we saw BMW’s, Mercs and a Range Rover sport parked on the roadside as two young men pushed a hand cart loaded with old tyres past.A waiter arrived and we ordered drinks in a civilized manner, again in contrast to the local people who had little in the way of modern luxuries. Regardless, I was thirsty and when he brought my glass of larger, I quaffed it and requested another before he left the table.I took the liberty and ordered two, one on behalf of Fode who I assumed would need a drink once he took a look at what Jayne was offering him.She sat resisting the temptation to cross her legs as her hem would have ridden up revealing her stocking top. I was enjoying it and at that moment it hadn’t been noticed by others in the restaurant. I asked her if she was going to let Fode see her stocking tops and I inched around on my chair so that when he arrived he would be afforded a reasonably private view. Her skirt Just, and I do mean just covered that darkening band as she sat knees together.The slightest lifting rode the material past in a most alluring and fascinating manner. I was into my second drink when Jayne told me she thought Kemo was back with the car so I turned to look. He was and Fode got out. He was much bigger than the guard who initially addressed him quite bravely I thought but he must have realized that this was the guest Kemo had explained was joining us. They let him through and I waved with a modest rising of my hand, allowing him to see us. I turned to Jayne with the intention of saying something to prompt her but she was ahead of me. She was in her purse and had taken out one of her brown 120 cigarettes. Jayne only smoked Mores and they added hugely to the ambience and despite being an avid anti smoker especially in pubs and restaurants, I would be a gross liar if I said I wasn’t transfixed as she placed the cigarette to her lips and lit it.As Fode Approached us her timing was nothing short of perfect. I watched him come to a halt at the table and experience a double take !The tip of Jayne’s cigarette glowed deep orange in the half light and as she removed it from her lips exhaling the blue smoke into the air in a slow conscious manner, she simply crossed her legs and smiled.There was an obvious awkward silence as he stood gawping at her but I intervened, picking up his beer and passing him it. I invited him to sit down and went straight into a conversation about food. Fode was polite and tried to follow the conversation but he kept turning to look at Jayne who continued to stare directly at him with that sultry smile of hers.She took another precise and deliberate puff of her cigarette, turned her head to one side to expel the smoke then said “I’m starving Fode, what do you want to eat”If my glass had been full I would have spilled my drink because I was shaking so much with excitement. I imagined him saying “your white married cunt” and the thought conjured a plethora of scenarios in my head. I found it difficult to talk and it was a struggle to stimulate a conversation at that point. I’d also lost my appetite although I had been quite hungry earlier. The desire and craving to see Fode taking Jayne apart had ruined me but she came to my rescue and said that after dinner she wanted him to take us to that club over there, pointing with the two fingers holding her cigarette.He looked politely then agreed and I wondered at that point if he’d got the message. The waiter returned but she didn’t flinch and sat with stocking tops on show finishing the More while he took the order. She had melon, I conveniently, although I did eat and enjoy it, ordered an omelette and Fode ordered a specialty version of a regional food called shwarma During the meal we talked to Fode and I asked him about his life in Guinea.What he usually did during the evening. He managed to explain to us that he didn’t often eat like this as it was too expensive and that he was very grateful to us for the invitation. I had to reassure him that we didn’t expect him to pay. He was also enthusiastic about visiting the club Bembeys He had been there before and told us that it was a place for the “Babes” meaning the attractive local women. He also explained, not that he needed to, that the local girls would go to hopefully meet influential, rich men and if they were lucky, taken out of the routine poverty and into a better life. This was apparent as you will see older men in Conakry, particularly the Lebanese with the most stunning local girls and practically how could they ever afford the finery they were wearing (and driving) without that financial bargainingAfter the meal we sat still talking. I could almost sense the potency and in anticipation I explained to Fode as thoroughly as I could that I wasn’t much of a dancer but Jayne loved dancing. In fact I made a joke of it, that I wanted him to tire her out. He was enthused and very animated saying in his accented voice “I like to dance” then he burst into laughter. By now also I’d noticed a few of the other diners stealing the odd look at our little “ménage a trios”. Certainly Fode’s size was noticeable but coupled with Jayne’s appearance, I envisaged that more than a few had put two and two together and at the very least surmised that the massive black Guinean would be “fucking the arse off” the white woman at some point during the night. The prospect was thrilling and I was even more eager to quench the desire to see Jayne in some form of carnal debauchery with this huge black Conakrian. The more blatant her behaviour the better and as we stood to leave I asked her if she was going to make it totally obvious to Fode that a fuck was certain. She gave me a very disdainful look and said “isn’t it yet” then walked on in front of me slipping her arm into Fode’s. We went down the steps and past the two guards that both took exaggerated looks at Jayne and Fode. She turned and held out her hand which I took and all three of us walked across the tarmac road toward the club. The façade was totally illuminated with red, blue and green neon. “Bembeys” stood above the door and loud music was being played and once again as we approached, a small boundary wall and security greeted us.One or two locals attempted to pester but they were shooed away. Fode was allowed in because Jayne was on his arm and I wasn’t troubled at all. A guard, a big bloke but not as big as Fode stopped him and Jayne and I walked up asking what the problem was. There wasn’t one, but later we found out that Fode and the guard knew each other from the military subscription and that was a fortunate reunion for us as we were to discover latter in the week.The Guards name we found out later was David and he gave Jayne a good looking over whilst talking to Fode. God knows what they were saying but as we moved on to the open entrance Fode put his hand on Jayne’s lower back gently guiding her forward in an almost possessive manner. In essence, he was showing off to David and the others watching, demonstrating that the white foxy female was with him. It seemed I’d been forgotten. Jayne didn’t forget though and held out her hand for me. I took it and said to her that Fode was loving the sittuation and then I asked her to give them all a wiggle.Jayne somehow began to walk with such a slow and pronounced swing of her hips. It was almost like she was walking to a beat with each click of her heels on the floor her hips swung in the most appealing manner and in time with her shoulders. At the entrance she turned and laughed. Looking back around Fode was behind sharing a similar expression as several voyeuristic others who were enjoying the show.I actually said to her “that was fucking fantastic” She smiled smoothing down the hem of her dress.BembeysOnce inside Bembeys, we were taken to a table and seated. It was conveniently close to the dance floor where several mixed race girls were dancing to modern chart music. I ordered drinks and sat comfortably in the breeze of the air conditioning. It hadn’t been uncomfortably hot because of the clouds and sporadic rain but it certainly warmed up a little later.Jayne sat between me and Fode around a circular table and I decided to just move slightly around to leave her ever so slightly secluded with him. Jayne’s tall vodka and lime arrived and she rested her hand on Fode’s shoulder, showing off her cleavage as she leant forward to take it from the waiter. She sat back drinking it and looking at me to see what reaction it had and although I was enthralled I only managed a week smile and a drink of the cold beer. Fode began talking to Jayne and she was engrossed in interpreting what he was saying. I couldn’t hear because of the music but they were getting on just as I’d wanted. Bembeys was a lively place and after 10.00 it really came alive. Some of the olive skinned Middle Eastern girls wouldn’t have been out of place in the night clubs of York or Leeds, wearing European clothes and fashions. A very attractive and shapely black girl was dancing with her friends in a pair of tight shorts, a bra and white lace top stockings and Jayne caught me admiring her and she shook the ice in her empty glass asking me to get her another drink. I laughed and waived to the obliging staff that came immediately to the table.We’d had maybe two more rounds and Jayne was clearly very excited.I knew she was subversively passing signals to Fode because of her “touchy feely” manner with him. Touching his muscular forearms and laughing with him and making little effort to completely cover her nylon tops or avert his view down her cleavage. The penultimate action was when she excused herself for the bathroom. She squeezed past him with her bum so close to him and strutted away. I watched him absorbing her walk and eyeing the heels and seams as she turned the corner toward the bathrooms. Although I’d had a few drinks, I wasn’t drunk but I decided to speed things up a little. My impatience has always been my downfall and I remember thinking that I needed to be subtle. I had to say it twice to Fode that I wanted him to dance with Jayne. He didn’t understand the first time but he eventually understood and was more than amiable.When she came back I immediately noticed that she’d re touched her makeup and the aroma of her fresh perfume wafted over to me. I wondered if Fode was going to ask her dance but he just politely moved to let her sit down.This irritated me and I was about to say something to Jayne to try and stimulate some more interaction but a familiar sound track overlaid the music and it was a favourite of hers. She said quite animated that she loved this song and she told Fode that she wanted to dance.This track and the performance Jayne gave is always going to be a favourite now.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n3OepDn5GU The driving bass line stirred her into action and Jayne stood up grabbing him by his thick wrist and hauling him out of the chair. He allowed her to lead him and she strutted and tottered with the rhythm on the toes of her stilettos and swinging her hips toward the dance floor, turning and clapping her hands together to begin the dance.The base was thumping in a “Boom boom boom” rhythm and she was stomping in perfect time with her arms and shoulders moving in a weaving motion. As Fode joined her she widened her arms and began to shimmy, rolling her shoulders towards and away from him in time to the music.She really let go and it was obvious to see that she was really enjoying herself. Jayne looked superbly confident as she stepped in unison with Fode and gradually her dress began to ride up her thighs giving at first a little glimpse, then a clear view of her stocking welts, stopping at the suspenders. She turned in time with the music and pushed her bum into Fode’s crotch while they danced and he embraced her, one arm over her shoulder and across her body, the other around her waist. Then they gyrated together and I watched hypnotically as the loud mesmerizing beat thudded through me.All around it was a similar scene with couples dancing and the only real curiousness was a black man dancing with a white woman.A strobe light began to flash and their dance became broken into a jerky, almost robotic movement which made it even more enthralling.Fode began making grinding motions against her and Jayne was looking over her shoulder and back at him, observing his actions with an engrossed look on her face. Then she turned to face him and widened her legs in a shallow squat and began to wind her body to the music against him, rubbing herself up his broad thigh, all the time moving her arms and turning her face from left and right to the music. Others around them, both men and girls also danced in a similar enthusiastic way and within the writhing group mêlée, her exhibitionist performance didn’t seem too much that out of the ordinary. It was mesmerising but all too soon the music finished, another track faded over the song and she turned to Fode and standing on her tip toes gave him a little kiss, this time closer to the mouth, almost on his lips. He grinned and clapped as Jayne made her way back to the table, hips still swinging. I passed her the drink and said that I thought Fode was pulled but she didn’t reply with words. There was a hint of a raised eyebrow and that look of hers as she stares into a glass before taking a long drink.He came up behind her and put a hand on her waist as she drank. She turned to speak to him at the same pulling down her hem and covering her nylon tops again. She said again she liked that song and I told her that I hoped her dancing routine wasn’t finished. At that point I was very keen to encourage a move back to the hotel and again I had to restrain myself from pestering her. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself and the frivolous behaviour. She wanted the chance to be completely uninhibited and to saver it so I put up with the apprehension and let her make the most of the moment.Around midnight I began to feel agitated, weary and a little woozy with the drink. Jayne was in the zone without a doubt and had danced with Fode several more times and also with a group of young energetic black men and girls to various songs old and new. Although I was still eager to devise a physical climax to our evening, the whole show was unbelievably alluring and she was so energetic with a definite change in her character to say the least. I was exhausted with the constant thrills and exhilaration of watching her. Now, I was emotionally charged and desperately wanted to see her with Fode in a totally debauched fucking session. I’d also been trying to pluck up the courage to directly ask her if she was going to take it further with him and when she next returned to the table I got her attention and asked her quietly but directly if she was going to go through with it. I asked her curtly “are you going to get him back to the room what Jayne????”I could see the immediate conceit in her expression and without answering me she reached for her purse, taking out the Mores and removing one slowly from the pack. She still didn’t answer but simply looked at me almost pokerfaced and this was a new side of her I’ve not seen ever before in all our marriage. She slowly passed Fode the lighter and as I waited for some form of a response, a familiar and now very significant song began playing. canlı bahis siteleri http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgbKKZWZuQoThe club version had a much longer intro but as the beat began and the tune suddenly became familiar, Jayne placed the slender brown More 120 to her lips and waited for Fode to light her cigarette. Then just as the tune was getting going she took a long slow pull on her More. She tilted her head exhaling the menthol haze in a long stream in a satisfying way and still looking at me with a degree of scrutiny she began to slowly sway her hips and shoulders in a slow side motion in a mesmerising way to the music before leaning forward and saying, “Don’t forget it was you who wanted this” then she turned, taking Fode by his huge hand and slowly lead him back to the dance floor.She walked very sexily in the heels and still leisurely swinging her hips in the most delectable and tantalising way to the rhythm of the music.The music was loud and the rhythmic beat piercing and once they reached a free space on the dance floor, about fifteen feet away from me, Jayne turned and raised her right hand and placed it high on Fode’s shoulder then took another long relaxed pull from her cigarette. As the singing started and with her hand still on his shoulder, she began to dance with an enticing and repetitive swaying movement deliberately for him. Even more thrilling as she cavorted and immersed herself in the song, the lyrics seamed unbelievably to be written solely about him and the words of the song totally complimented the circumstances with Fode’s massive six and a half foot physique towering over her. Jayne weaved to the music while still looking at me as the lyrics perfectly described the scene for her, “ Daddy I’ve fallen for a monster, and then Jayne’s pouting and teasing facial expression while mouthing the words “He’s big and he’s bad” I love him like mad” while she swayed and rocked her hips in time, intentionally exploiting the pulsing beat. She moved her hips and shoulders continually in an enthralling swinging motion with an explicit and alternating weave to the tempo as she danced. Jayne swung her hips teasingly close to him and pushed her chest out presenting her cleavage. It was obviously directed solely at him and what’s more he clearly was enjoying it. As the chorus began I listened to the lyrics and wondered if she would later consider him to be the “best she’d ever had”. Glancing around curiously, I noticed other men in the club enviously watching and scrutinising her from head to toe, particularly as the hem of her dress had again risen, giving a further heart racing glimpse of the darkened two tone welts of her stockings. Then the strobe lights began flashing again which stuttered and enhanced the way she moved, rendering a slow motion effect as she danced. Her pose holding the long cigarette as she moved with the rhythm was equally enthrallingand in an almost choreographed fashion during an eventual lull in the tune, she moved her hand from his shoulder and around his thick neck. In her other hand she purposely held the cigarette away from her body as she began to grind herself against him.He responded mirroring her movement and my heart pounded in my chest as she instigated the close coupling. Then as the driving rhythm continued he pulled her hard against him, towering over her, holding her by the hips while she swayed and rotated in unison with him. I felt a welcome stream of cool air as the air conditioning seeped around the club and I took a drink, all the while watching and enjoying her performance. About a third of the way through the song, Jayne manoeuvred Fode around so that she could look past him and directly at me as they danced. I could see other black men in the club closely watching her and a few in groups were obviously discussing her and making no attempt to disguise their pointing and interest in how she was behaving with Fode. The anticipation was overwhelming and her teasing neutral expression engrossed me. She heightened the innuendo by casually looking up into Fode’s eyes with an appealing and sultry pout, then back to me without changing the expression and occasionally smoking the long More 120 seductively with a deliberate “what the fuck do you think about this” attitude. It was everything I wanted to see. She stepped to the music and as the chorus began again she began stroking the back of Fode’s head with her finger nails then purposely she pulled his head down closer to hers.Fode impulsively nuzzled his face into her neck and Jayne had a look of intense satisfaction as her head tilted back and to one side allowing it. Their bodies were writhing closely and he pulled her hard tight him as they both swayed with the music. I watched as Fode’s left hand slide slowly off her hip and down the back of her leg where he began teasing at the hem of her dress, pulling and raising it past her stocking tops in full view of those watching. Then the strobe lights stopped for a few moments and I could clearly see him caressing and exploring the taught strap of her suspender then the soft white flesh of her upper thigh along her stocking welts and finally squeezing her pale white bum with his huge black hand.Meanwhile Jayne, still staring at me with a blasé expression, raised her cigarette to her lips. The tip glowed orange for a few seconds as she pulled hard on it then she exhaled a plume of hazy smoke into the air. She simply maintained her eye contact with me, apparently unconcerned and undaunted that I was watching everything as Fode groped and publicly m*****ed her with his huge black hands.I was mesmerised, watching expectantly and she knew it. Then with absolute perfect timing she turned her face and said something very explicit into Fode’s ear.He jerked his head up looking at her with a surprised expression then stooped again so that Jayne could repeat what ever she’d said. The music was loud and he must have a asked her a third time to repeat it and this time she pointed to me and repeated it again. Fode looked over to me with alertness, and then looking into his eyes and with a dead pan serious expression, she slowly nodded and mouthed again whatever she was saying to him.I saw the look of confusion changing and a broad smile broke out across his face. Clearly what Jayne had said had animated him and he began to get more even familiar with his hands.First stroking her face and then his hands ran over her shoulders and returned to her hips and bottom. As the song was finishing they kissed for the first time. It wasn’t terribly extreme, just three soft pecks full on the lips. The first being exploratory and he clearly wanted more, the second just lingering and definitely exploiting the tacky feel of her lipstick and the third kiss endured for a few seconds, simply confirming the mutual desire for a more physical communion. Fode set off for the exit leaving her on the dance floor and Jayne returned to me at the table pulling her dress down over her nylons as she walked.I told her that what I’d just watched her doing was amazing, in fact beyond belief and then asked where he’d gone and she explained to get a taxi.I also asked Jayne what she’d said to him and she took a final puff on the half finished cigarette then dropped it to the floor crushing it with her shoe.She leant forward smiling and said pronouncing the words quite skilfully in French, “Aimeriez-vous fuck un nigga bébé de moi”My French is non existent although even through the haze of heat and alcohol I knew it was something significantly poignant to the situation and I asked her again what she had said and what it meant. Then she leant over again and with a sarcastic drawl repeating the phrase slowly and clearly with a perfect accent. “Aimeriez-vous fuck un nigga bébé de moi” It was obvious she’d practiced it a few times. She turned about to walk to the exit and from her purse she pulled out a small note neatly folded into a square. As we walked close together she passed it to me nonchalantly without looking at me then with her high heels clicking she went off in front.As we went through the entrance doors the noise diminished and the lighting was better so I opened the note and read the carefully prepared sentence.I pronounced the words in my head then read the translation written in Jayne’s handwriting“I want you to fuck a nigger baby into me…..”The warm night air hit me but not as hard as the realisation of what she’d said to Fode. Jayne had continued down the steps without me as I read the translation over and over. When I looked up David the guard was at the gate opening it for Jayne. On the roadside was a taxi and Fode was leaning out of the passenger window beckoning us with his hand. As I walked past David he gave me a really happy smile saying “thank you Sir”. Jayne slipped into the rear eat of the car and I dashed around to join her.I heard Fode tell the driver “Hotel Cameyenne”I took hold of her hand and tried as best as I could to stay composed but found myself whispering to her that she was amazing and that I desperately wanted her to tease me with more of the same. I told her it was the most exhilarating feeling I had ever felt. The drive back was unbearable, probably for everyone except the driver. Jayne was massaging me through my shorts and my prick was aching with anticipation. I realised that I needed to collect myself and I concentrated to control my pounding heart. Once the endurance of the bouncing road was over we stopped inside the hotel gates and we all got out. The driver wanted 10$ and I didn’t argue, I just gave him a note and got out. It was quiet so we took the chance to dash through the reception but we were intercepted by the night clerk who scrutinised Jayne then Fode and then realised I was with them too.He said something to Fode who answered him but with another $10 note he waved us on our way with a nod and a thank you.We left the reception and went through the rear into the moonlit courtyard and just as we reached a comfortable quiet distance on the narrow path away from the complex Jayne stopped us telling Fode to hold on. Then turning to me she glared with a very serious expression and softly asked,“Is this what you want to see?”Still looking at me, she gently placed her hand on Fode’s inner thigh squeezing him then slowly traced it up to his crotch pushing her open palm hard into his bulge. She sighed and said “He’s definitely heavy”Fode looked down at her and instantly his big hand went hard clamped against her mound and with no regard for me he instantly slid his cupped palm under the hem of her dress and began to roughly maul between her legs and at her sex through her panties. Jayne gasped and raised her free arm embracing his thick neck pulling him down and they entered into a brazen and passionate French kiss. Fode began rubbing his thick middle finger back and forth on her slit and she began to ride it with only the thin lace gusset between his skin and her sex. Jayne rubbed her palm deliberately up and down against his cock but then teasingly, she broke away from him to look back at me for a reaction.I stood silently watching in the night heat with my mouth open while Jayne let Fode grope her for a few more seconds then she abruptly pulled away smoothing down her dress, insisting to him that he had to wait until we got to the room. Then she turned and began to walk off towards the apartment beckoning me to catch up and we walked in a line, Fode on her left with Jayne’s arm tucked into his and her holding hands with me on the right.In a few minutes we reached the pool area and our apartment room and after taking a couple of goes to swipe the security card, the lock opened and we all went in. Inside the apartment it was dark and thankfully very cool as we’d left the fans and AC on.I locked the sliding door behind us and after drawing the vertical blind entered and walked through into the lounge to turn on the lights. Jayne’s heels clicked loudly on the floor as she went to the dresser to deposit her purse. She looked and acted supremely confident at this point, almost haughty and I was totally convinced that she was entirely decided on having full intercourse with Fode. She turned and looked at me confirming it and in a quiet voice said that if I wanted to stop it happening, I should say so now or simply accept that she was going to have sex with him. I walked up to her taking her hands and kissed her on the cheek and told her very definitely that I wanted her to go through with it. Jayne kissed me back on the lips then said she would go and get ready but as she stepped away she paused and asked if I realised that it couldn’t be stopped once it had started. She shocked me by telling me that I needed to get my head around the fact that if Fode was going to fuck her, it would end with him ejaculating inside her and if that was what I wanted to happen, it was up to me to decide where.There was a silence and we stood looking at each other for a few seconds then without saying another word she turned and walked through the lounge toward the hall and straight for the bathroom and closed the door. Feeling exhilarated but still sickeningly nervous, I returned to Fode and offered him a drink from the fridge. I took a glass and poured a stiff Jack Daniels and quaffed half of it in one gulp shuddering as it went down but it did calm me momentarily.Looking around the room I considered that the romp could take place in the lounge but decided that the sofa wasn’t up to it.The stone floor was too hard and I must have looked distracted because Fode asked me quite anxiously if everything was okay between him and I. Fode stood menacingly huge in front of me so I simply asked him if Jayne had spoken to him about us bringing him back to the apartment. He looked suddenly arrogant if I’m honest and just smiled nodding his head. Taking another drink of the bourbon I asked him what Jayne had said to him and for a for a few seconds I didn’t think he was going to answer but then he gestured with his huge open hands and said in his deep African accented voice that while they were dancing, she had told him that she wanted to have intercourse with him.His accented use of the term “Intercourse” conjured all sorts of imaginary ideas and I suddenly pictured him pinning Jayne down on the bed and fucking her on her back. Savouring the thought I searched for something to say and told him that I knew she was very attracted to him. With a broad grin he added that she’d said that she wanted sex with him. I was massively thrilled and nervously I raised a smile and asked if she’d said all that in French. He said not, chuckling but she did speak some French to him.I pressed to hear the words directly from him in his deep French-African accent and he hesitantly confirmed the content of the note Jayne had given me. He struggled for the clear translation but eventually he explained, telling me that Jayne had said that she wanted to have sex without a contraceptive and he questioned me about her being serious that she wanted him to make her pregnant. I felt speechless with the excitement but with some effort and a little tremble in my voice I asked him if he wanted to have full intercourse with her and if he wanted to make her pregnant and he chuckled, again nodding his head.He put down his glass and suddenly became very stern and somewhat aggressive, saying “Am I going to fuck your wife?” All I could do was nod saying “yes you are” and laugh with him tensely. Shamefully, I couldn’t help myself telling him that she might say no at some point but she wouldn’t mean it and he should ignore her.I put on some background music and adjusted the volume then a few moments later the bathroom door opened and Jayne walked back out into the lounge.Date ****Jayne had made an effort to please him all evening and it was clear that she’d dressed and acted to please for his pleasure. Once again her makeup was fully re touched and immaculate for him. She went over to the fridge and took out a small bottle of water unscrewing the top and taking a careful sip so as not to mess her glossy fresh red lipstick. Looking at me for a reaction she reached out for Fode’s massive hand. The dim light made the paleness of her soft skin and the dark colour of his hand even more contrasting. He took her hand burying it in his massive paw and then standing close to him she placed her free hand on his chest and looked at me asking“Do you like what you see” I answered, oh yes, tease me Jayne and she did. Looking up at him and then again back to me she simply asked the question “Where ?”Savouring the sight of her against him I answered boldly “Bedroom” Jayne turned and led him slowly, step by deliberate step across the lounge towards the bedroom, the clicking and scr****g of her heels making the apprehension almost intolerable.I followed, heart beating uncontrollably and prematurely unbuttoning my shirt but once inside our bedroom she turned and halted me.I was suddenly aware and overwhelmed by the rich aroma of her perfume and I sighed with the thrill of just how she looked standing next to the enormous black African man. For an agonising second I thought she was going to exclude me from the bed room while they had sex but mercifully Jayne beckoned me with her finger then told me to pull one of the chairs around and position it so I could completely see the bed then sit quietly down and watch. It was so exciting and I did exactly as she said. Jayne then slipped back into the lounge for a few moments and returned with my glass, refilled with a really good measure of JD and soda. She gave it to me then turned and asked me to unfasten the zip on her dress. With shaking hands I tugged at the zipper. Her dress was tight fitting to her curves and it made that Zzzzzzeee noise as it let go of the tension then she eased it over her white shoulders and wiggled it down over her hips in front of Fode who was transfixed.Jayne stood just in her lace bra, waspie and stockings and kicked the dress to one side then in a carefully rehearsed manner she turned to whisper cheek to cheek and in what was clearly a totally premeditated and teasing manner, reminded me…… “Remember, it was you who wanted this…”She turned with a contented smile, her head gesturing with a nod towards him and she asked,“ Do you know what he wants to do to me?. I simply nodded in response.Jayne scrutinised me as though waiting for a vocal response but then added “He wants to fuck his baby into me… and you have to watch” I fell back into the chair with the strength in my legs instantly sapped but then Jayne leant forward resting her hands and supporting herself on the chair arms and added in a semi scornful drawl “You wanted to watch me being fucked by a huge black brute didn’t you?….. … and now I’m going to let it happen … Do you like the idea of that? She paused, as though waiting for an answer then prompted again……“Haven’t you got anything to say?. Even if I try to stop him, he’ll just **** me and whether you like it or not, he’s going to shoot his spunk in to me.I was speechless but loving her dirty talk and I gave her a slow approving nod. She sniggered with a nervous but mocking attitude and tilted her head before kissing me lightly on the lips. Then she finished, adding, I’m going to come all over his cock with my legs wrapped around him while he does it, and I know it’s what you wanted, so pay attention and enjoy watching him fuck me.Her turn of phrase, tantalizingly using the “FUCK” and “****” word and the accentuation of the words “Nigger” and “cunt” with that heavily emphasised “N” and “T” simply overwhelmed me. She turned and stepped up to Fode, standing beside him and slipping her arm through his. Then she pointed at me and said to Fode “Fuck me.…in front of him ” I shuddered with the expectation as Jayne stood beside him in her high heels, stockings and full makeup. She put both her hands on his huge broad chest and looking directly up into his eyes told him in very careful English that he could do everything to her that his fiancé Florence wouldn’t let him do, then as she traced her painted nails over his broad chest she looked back at me and added almost sneeringly“I’ll suck your cock, then you can fuck me “I was stunned hearing her say that she wanted to suck another mans cock and even more so that she was willing to have him ejaculate inside her and she’d even told him to do it to her while I watched. There was no doubt now and she was making it abundantly clear that she wanted unprotected sex with him. What’s more, as far as Fode was concerned it was her genuine intention to be fucked into an interracial pregnancy by him. I actually groaned with thrill and exhilaration when she said she wanted his sperm inside her. The risk, the shamelessness of her tone and the imminent fact that she was actually provoking him into impregnating her with a black baby was an erotic delight beyond comprehension.Even in her high heels Fode was standing a foot taller than her. He seized her by the shoulders and spun her around shoving her back towards the bed roughly.She gasped and tottered back in her heels, reaching out and hanging onto him for support. I realised that it had started and my heart began beating insanely. Jayne’s mouth was slightly open and I knew that she realised that he was about to basically overwhelm her. In anticipation she placed her hands on her hips and said in an arrogant and teasing manner.“Come on…Show him how a big Nigger gives a baby” Her statement was shocking but incited Fode and although I wanted to see him fuck her in a carnal manner, there were still some doubts. I knew perfectly well that the pregnancy risk wasn’t the real issue, although he didn’t know that.It was her desire for the fierce unprotected intercourse with a man she’d know for only two days that did have its concerns. Jayne and I had discussed Fode’s open ambitions and plans for his marriage to Florence, including his enthusiasm to start a family soon after the marriage.It had given us the confidence and assurance that he was totally clean and healthy. She’d been aroused by him and had decided completely on her own that she would let him fuck her and even more outrageously without a condom. She admitted that she wanted to feel him ejaculating inside her. Fode went at her like an outraged bull and overwhelmed her with his bulk but she gave him a little shove back in a futile protest of resistance. Then it really started with him obviously refusing to take no for an answer.He embraced her with his arms and they engaged in a willing and franticly passionate French kiss. Jayne broke away gasping and pulled his shirt over his broad dark shoulders and then went to work on his trouser buttons. He helped and when his pants loosened he collapsed onto the bed which creaked and groaned noisily under his weight. Fode kicked off his pants and Jayne slid her hands into the elastic off his underpants and pulled them down over his colossally chunky thighs to reveal his amazing semi erect, thick black penis.He was shaved, circumcised and the large helmet looked heavily swollen at the end of his thick ebony shaft. His cock twitched and angry veins began to swell and marble the heavy tool. She picked it up to admire it, showing it to me, aghast of its girth while climbing onto the bed beside him. Jayne said out loud, “Oh God.. he’s big ” then she encompassed his girth with her fingers which didn’t meet around him and with her wedding and engagement rings still on her finger, she began slowly wanking him while she looked at me for a response.All I could do was watch as with her free hand she cupped and lifted his heavy testicles as though weighing them.Then she began gently squeezing his heavy balls as she tugged on his hardening prick. Jayne adjusted herself on the bed and I used our camcorder to take a still picture.Fode then gave Jayne a light slap across her face and pulled her head closer to his cock. She knew what he wanted her to do and she opened her mouth, sinking down on him, still cupping and squeezing his big black ball sack while she sucked his heavy broad helmet. Her painted mouth opened wide and slid down over his cock end and down his shaft. The task was clearly difficult but she composed herself and began to suck him off. Fode’s cock was lubricated by Jayne’s own saliva and her glossy red lips contrasted against the glistening black pole as she wanked and greedily fellated him.Within a minute or so he was stone hard and Jayne gave him a determined and insatiable blow job, bobbing and screwing her head on his prick and uttering little squeals of pleasure. She sucked him off with obvious desire and even took one of his testicles in her mouth making him grunt when she sucked it overzealously and he instantly reacted.Fode Shove Jayne off him and hard down on the bed then pushed his black hand down the front of her knickers and begin roughly massaging her pussy. She whelped loudly as he forced a finger inside her then she gripped his wrist with both hands to prevent him as he began working a second digit into her. Her protests were stifled by a smothering French kiss and Jayne responded by helping him work her knickers down her thigh as he began to vigorously finger fuck her.I wanted to help her but remained sat down motionless as she had told me. Fode then pushed himself up and pulled her panties completely down, leaving the lace thong hanging on just one leg. Then with her legs open and knees raised, he mounted her.Another gulp of the JD heightened the mood for me and I was really lost of any inhibition or morality.I muttered rather than said “Fuck her now Fode, she wants fucking” I don’t think he fully heard the words but Jayne did and she helped him interoperate by slipping her hands down and onto her burning mound, then parting her labia. She began to manipulate her clitoris with her index finger as Fode positioned himself. He grabbed Jayne’s legs and pulled her like a rag doll, roughly back down and over the corner of the bed, then he hooked her legs over his arms. Her stockings took on a very appealing wrinkle around the bend of her knees and ankles as her legs were pushed further back.While the fumbling went on, Jayne suddenly cried out in approaching distress because Fode was guiding his thick veined cock up and down her wet slit, looking for and eventually finding her opening. His prick parted her sex and penetrated into the folds of her cunny, he pushed slowly but with force. The act she’d asked for had begun and it was abundantly obvious by her moans that she was feeling the size of his cock it as he penetrated the silky lips of her married white cunt.Jayne cried out again, this time in real and genuine distress as he continued shoving the head of his thick black tool inside her.She screamed and instinctively grabbed his shoulder and pushed her hand on his chest to try and slow him, pleading with him to take it easy but he took absolutely no notice. I watched as Fode poised himself for another shove, his huge thigh muscles tensed and his bottom lip tucked behind his front teeth in a determined manner and with a loud satisfied grunt he penetrated her deeper and this time she cried out with real alarm. Jayne managed to push her right hand against his thigh in an attempt to prevent him entering her any further but he responded by grabbing both her wrists, wrestling and pinning her arms back over her head. Then with a wiggle of his hips between her legs, he shoved full weight, prising her apart. She yelled out “No” in a strained wailing voice as though it would make some difference but it didn’t and he bawled out in a deep demanding voice “Let me fuck you”.Jayne made another loud straining groan as Fode’s cock went deeper still then she began screaming and pleading“ NO….FODE….NO…PLEASE..NO STOP….”But what she’d so blatantly calculated and encouraged just ten minutes earlier had begun. Watching his enormous black bulk between her nylon stockinged legs, I realised that he wouldn’t stop. He continued talking over her pleas in his deep toned native Creole and with an unstoppable succession of slow and deliberately deep shoves, he began to **** her.Jayne cried out agonized and Fode began to slowly heave into the strokes gradually quickening and despite of her screams he pounded the wind out of her with his first half dozen pumps. She wailed in distress until he’d just about stretched her to his size, then as he settled into a determined humping rhythm, Jayne began yelling that he was splitting and hurting her deep inside. Fode turned his head to look at me but shoved unrelentingly deep and powerfully into her and he had a look of defiant determination on his face. Jayne continued to writhe under him and seeing Fode’s staring towards me as I sat in the chair, she called out over again in a desperate voice and began to entice me, crying out with filthy language “**** your cock into me….. Fuck me while he watches …. …. Fuck a Nigger baby into me”Fode silenced her obscene demands by forcing his tongue into her mouth in an overpowering kiss and in unison he shoved his heavy penis repeatedly inside her. She winced with each shove and gasped as she felt his size and his fat cock impaling her and despite her obvious discomfort he immediately went into an aggressive shafting rhythm, driving his tool into her balls deep. Jayne widened her legs in a reflex as she felt herself being spread and as the kiss ended she cried out “Owwww… NO.. NO… stop…Please NO…Oh Fuck….NO !With a distressed sob she yelled out “ Oh fuck yes… he’s r****g me ” and with a hefty lunge from Fode she squealed. At the same time with Fode’s shove, the solid heavy bed moved and screeched unbelievably loud as it shifted a couple of inches along the floor making a loud bang as it hit hard against the wall. Jayne screamed out again and despite the fact she was extraordinarily aroused and her pussy was soaking wet, the beginning of the fuck was difficult for her.Desperately she freed her hands and still pleading with him she began beating her fists on his back but he was rampant and unstoppable. He smothered her with his colossal bulk and I admit that my ultimate desire was to see her being mercilessly fucked exactly like this. It wasn’t passionate, intimate or love making, just a good hard interracial fuck. Fode was clearly intent on fucking a baby into my wife whether she wanted it or not.In his carnal state he began to screw her determinedly hard while all she could do was cling to him. Jayne’s thighs where spread wide apart and his broad black arse was ploughing deep between her legs with a deliberate and defined shove at the end. His stamina was impressive and he fucked her with insanely long strokes and I could see his thick tool, shiny with her vaginal liquor, pounding in and out of her cunt. Later she told me his cock had swelled insanely inside her and was so deep it had penetrated her cervix. This had been the main cause of her discomfort at that point. As he relentlessly fucked her, Jayne’s body responded to her sub conscious desires and it provided her own natural lubrication and she began to accommodate Fode’s penis.Jayne gasped, groaned and winced with every hard thrust but eventually the aggressive fucking became tolerable and manageable, passing from the fantasy **** into a congenial and debauched fuck.Jayne embraced him pulling his heavy body against hers as their intercourse developed. Jayne was still being very vocal, protesting, then encouraging him but was she clearly participating in it, not as though she had a choice.Despite the fierceness of it, she was managing the humping and the colossal weight and force behind it but mercifully he eventually slowed down. Unable to prevent myself I prompted him to keep it up and obligingly Fode administered a few purposely deep and penetrative lunges balls deep and it made her grimace as she succumbed to his force. Watching was pure ecstasy, her body almost blotted out by his shiny black bulk, her pale arms and hands with red tipped fingers attempting to embrace his huge torso, the nails occasionally digging into the black flesh and the sight of his broad and sweaty black arse vigorously banging in and out between her stockinged thighs aroused me to an unimaginable height. Fode slowed again and tugged at her bra pulling out her left Breast and immediately he latched on to her hard and erect nipple. She whelped because he was being rough, biting and sucking the teat then he turned his attention to her other nipple. Her teats where unusually larger, definably erect and swollen, and I knew she was extraordinarily aroused at that point.I couldn’t help but coach her and asked her to wrap her legs around him and lock her ankles over his back. Jayne tried but he was too broad and so she clamped her ankles against his backside. She still had her shoes on and her panties hanging on one ankle which enhanced the scene.Suddenly Fode went back into his aggressive rhythm and she responded willingly to him. He slipped his hands under her and grabbed the cheeks of her bum and pummelled her deeper causing her to make such a noise, I thought he was tearing her.We’d discussed many scenarios during our own sex and role play, often with me asking her to describe scenes such as this for my own gratification.She hadn’t been particularly attentive to my presence since Fode had started fucking her but during the renewed pounding, above the creaking of the bed and the slapping of his heavy black balls against her bum, I asked her over and over again to tell me what he was doing to her and after several prompts she began crying out with genuine emotion “He’s r****g a baby into me”… and between the gasps she blurted out “ I’m sorry …. I’m sorry …….. He’s got his big cock inside me and he’s making me pregnant …..He’s making me come” Jayne buried her face into his chest and screamed in ecstasy having the most astonishing and shockingly prolonged orgasm. I watched holding the camcorder at my navel but I knew it was shaking about all over. I tried to steady it by holding it against my stomach but my whole body was trembling with excitement.Fode simply ploughed her balls deep throughout but when her climax subsided, Fode slowed again and I saw under his huge heaving body, Jayne was in tears. That was a fleeting reality check for me but they were tears of delight and she immediately made it apparent inviting a deep and passionate French kiss from Fode who released his grip on her to engage in the embrace. I had to move and sat on the bed with them. Jayne reached out to me and I also gave her a kiss on her lips which lingered. She begged Fode to stop and give her a moment and with a little more persuasion he slowed pushing himself up on his arms above her.“Oh Christ” She gasped as he withdrew his prick from her cunt. Then she turned slowly over onto her belly and manoeuvred herself up onto her hands and knees offering her backside to him in a submissive way.I watched Fode holding his cock in his hand and it was outrageously large, easily as thick as Jayne’s wrist and incredibly long, at least 10 inches and what’s more it was coated with the glistening silky sheen of my wife’s lust. Fode took hold of her again, this time by her hips and as he waited for her to manoeuvre her cunt into an accommodating position she took hold of my cock and began jerking it with rapid movements.It was a wonderful feeling as her mouth encompassed the tip of my penis but embarrassingly, I wasn’t able to control or sustain myself very well. She sucked me for only a few minutes and it wasn’t long before she sensed I was on the verge. Jayne stopped and told me to hold on, even giggling telling me to “concentrate” What finished me was when Fode rested his swollen prick on her bottom. It reached over the curves of her bum and past the small of her back and I could see how deep it could penetrate inside her. Then quite brutally, he dragged it back down the crack of her bottom and shoved his thick tool back into her from behind causing the most erotic and contorted expression on her face.She groaned the words “ Oh my God….”…He’s fucking enormous… and I gave in totally into to my natural desires and in a satisfied and exquisite orgasm, I ejaculated uncontrollably in a long lazy jet, my sperm landing on her forearm and in several diminishing spurts running down along her hand as she jerked me. She massaged my cock until I stopped coming and shattered I pulled away.impregnating JayneFode meanwhile, kept up the intense shafting and Jayne had arched her back to try and allow the path his big cock was taking inside her a more comfortable route in her vaginal tunnel. I recovered taking a towel and wiped her hand and arm as she was jostled on the bed, all the while the spring mattress was making a right noise, creaking and squeaking but it ridiculously added to the erotica. Fode pulled her back to the edge of the bed again and stood back on the tiled floor. Jayne went instinctively onto all fours providing the perfect height and he entered her again pulling her back hard onto his organ. She whelped and cried out that he was perilously deep inside her actually managing the words in a breathless manner “That’s fucking deep… Oh Jesus he’s in my cervix”. About then, Fode really began to slam it into her and Jayne with her eyes closed shuddered out the words as though asking me the question..“He’s going to do it isn’t he????” “He’s going to come in me isn’t he???” Hearing her saying those things left me completely eviscerated and physically exhausted and I was intoxicated with the scenario and could only mumble “yes Jayne he’s going to cum inside you”She had gripped the comforter tightly with both hands and as we have since discussed, she had succumbed to the fact that he was going to ejaculate and that she was totally willing and wanting his black African sperm inside her.The atmosphere was electric and I moved behind Fode so see his thick shaft, slick and glistening with her wetness, being shoved fully into her cunt.She was stretched unfeasibly wide and her pussy lips tightly clamped his cock as he was withdrawing and plunging. His stroke was a good six or seven inches and she felt every bit of it being shoved back deep into her gut. The bed legs creaked on the tiled floor as it was pushed piled against the wall by the brute force of his fucking and each time he bottomed against her there was a loud slap. Jayne then began to beg Fode to ejaculate while at the same time shoving her self back onto his cock.He held her by the hips and began ploughing full length in and out of her with the most determined expression and her demands where arousing him. She growled at me to tell Fode to ejaculate in her but I was speechless. Frustrated, Jayne looked back at me and demanded with a shuddering voice,“Tell him….tell him to do it”. I blurted out to Fode “come inside her, shoot your sperm in her ” and Jayne quivered with clear delight and added into the provocateur gasping, “Ohhh ….Give me a fucking baby”I was enthralled by her turn of phrase and commented approvingly, again encouraging Fode to give her what she wanted.Fode hearing Jayne’s debauched requests reacted and reached forward and grabbed her by her shoulders. He babbled something in Creole and then he began to ram her violently.She screamed and began to grunt and wince with each thrust and I knew he was on the verge of coming. Ultimately, as I knew he would, he ejaculated, erupting powerfully inside her. Erupting is the only word I can conjure to describe her reaction to it, she tensed and cried out, feeling the torrential spasm and he just about roared as he started to come.Fode shoved hard into her with a loud clap as he bottomed out inside her and she screamed again. Jayne attempted to straighten her right leg to ease the stress of what was going on in her cunt but he held her hips and shoved again. This time he simply besieged her. Holding Jayne tightly by her shoulders he banged her repeatedly, spewing his hot thick semen deep inside her and she could do nothing except take the surging agony. In the following thrusts, his thick fertile sperm was forced into her cervix in jetting glutinous spurts and he ploughed her hard until his orgasm began to diminish. After the climaxing strokes, Jayne started squealing through panting breaths realising and understanding that he had done it inside her but I wanted absolute confirmation and asked her if he’d done it. She cried out close to tears“I felt him come, He came inside me, he fucked me….. oh my God he spunked in me….” and I flopped back on the chair aghast and amazed while he finished off in my wife.Naturally his movements and rhythm became shortened and less aggressive until he settled into a slow finishing pace. Finally he stopped and as Jayne sobbed, he pulled his massive penis laboriously slowly out of her and she rolled over onto her back, legs akimbo and her arms crossing her stomach.I was speechless for a few moments and then realised that I had to say something.Stupidly I asked her if she had enjoyed it. I knew it was the wrong choice of words and added that she had been amazing. Fode also kissed her on the shoulder as he reached for the towel and that resuscitated the moment.Jayne’s pussy was crimson red and dilated and it had the alluring hint of a glob of thick pearlescent semen just on the cusp of oozing down her silky slit.Jayne sat up on one arm then noticing the discharge she sat up widening her thighs and resting her feet, still in her high stiletto heels on the bed.Then she pulled the lips of her cunt apart allowing Fode’s semen to slowly ooze from her dilated slit in a continuous thick glob as she massaged her clit.I moved to the bed more or less collapsing down on it beside her and Jayne asked me sassily but still panting from the experience, if I’d enjoyed watching Fode “r****g” his dirty mess into her. I was a little taken back with her choice of words but nodded and she added that she’d liked it too. It was all taken with great approval from Fode. While she rested in that position he unfastened her suspenders and the straps on her shoes with a respectful intimacy. After a few more minutes of recovering she got up and unsteadily made her way back to the bathroom, returning wrapped in a towel.After a little nervous chit chat, the first intercourse with Fode ended with all three of us using the shower outside with me feeling a little uncomfortable. I showered quickly leaving him and Jayne washing and massaging each other.After he left we lay on the bed and I couldn’t help interrogating Jayne, much to her annoyance. Fode had been noticeably swift in dressing and leaving, no doubt to go and boast to whomever, that he had fucked the white bitch.Laying and thinking about the whole scene deprived me of sleep and I gradually built my self up to a frustrating state of intense arousal. Jayne however did sleep, exhausted from the encounter. I had to wait until six in the morning before even attempting any intimacy with her but it became difficult to say the least. She got up a little drowsy and there was definitely an uncomfortable atmosphere.I could tell without saying a word that she was in a mood and she came back out of the bathroom complaining that she was terribly sore and that she still had “stuff” coming out of her. Obviously it was a no win situation but stupidly I attempted to satisfy my own desires. The lack of consideration very nearly developed into a spontaneous and volatile argument. Thankfully I didn’t pursue it and simply told her that I loved her. The cuddle she gave me wasn’t the normal warm embrace but it diffused the moment and we dosed off not stirring again until about 9.00Breakfast and exploring the IslandsI got up and showered then went to order breakfast. I was sat in the warm morning sunshine when Jayne joined me and this time she gave me a reassuring kiss on the cheek before sitting. A waiter came over and she ordered coffee then quite nonchalantly asked me what I wanted to do today. I’d mentioned the Atoll ferry and said that it would be nice to take the trip and see the coral islands dotted around the coast. That’s what we did. I wanted to discuss and dissect everything about the fucking she’d taken from Fode but knew that timing was everything so lots of hand holding and niceties were the order of the day.As it happened Jayne brought up the subject as we were walking back to the room to gather our day bag.She had actually been understandably upset, well more concerned about the unthinkable consequences of Fode ejaculating inside her. A near impossibility we both knew but despite her being confidently on the pill, the build up and scenario had almost convinced her that she could be at risk. The complete fascination with her being impregnated by a black man added to her insecurity. She’s admitted that at the time, when he was coming inside her, she honestly experienced an overwhelming feeling of dread through the pleasure.I was really quite shocked as she confessed her emotions as she did and it certainly allowed both of us to consider how we felt about it.. I did my upmost to re-establish her confidence and this time in a non selfish way, I discussed the events of the evening before with her and it was a mutually enjoyable debate that went on and off throughout the day.On the stroll down to the water taxi Jayne told me that she had been certain that she would end up having intercourse with Fode but if he hadn’t been interested, she’d had every intention of attempting to pick up another local black guy to fulfil the part last night. I already suspected as much but she also said that up until the night club she hadn’t properly decided on having totally unprotected sex, other than in pacifying conversation with me. What had also deceived her control of the situation was that Fode had genuinely believed that he was being invited to impregnate her.As we took our seats on the boat I felt confident enough with how she was now feeling and I asked her to keep him under that impression. The request brought a wry smile.The whole days conversations were predictably stimulating and many to numerous to divulge in this account, however her voluntary and fervent description of the sensation she had felt as she took the full force of Fode’s ejaculation was definitely the highlight for me.Jayne told me that she could feel him really deep inside her and he had definitely penetrated her cervix. She described the sensation as “agonising but exquisite” and that she totally enjoyed having sex with our well hung black man, she had also enjoyed fantasizing that she was actually being ****d and impregnated.Jayne told me as the sea taxi moved off that it had been the most profound sexual experience she had ever had. Clutching my hand she added that it was only epic because I had been totally involved in it and that without me it wouldn’t have been so monumental, if it would have ever happened at all !During the conversation I asked all the obvious questions to satisfy my lust and curiosity including, did she now want a group experience? I didn’t need to whisper at this point because the outboard engines of the sea taxi were quite noisy. She nodded and said, definitely, and that she was sure she would at some point. That was another classic statement that aroused me on the spot and predictably pressing, as we approached the jetty at Martha’s bay I asked her how many men she would consider. She smiled and coyly said maybe three or four but I almost instantaneously coerced the number up to between eight and twelve. It resulted in a playful nip on my inner thigh.I had to back off a little as we docked but once up the steps and on the jetty I asked again how many seriously and she said if we could find the right men she would probably consider six as being the most outlandish number.I was just about erect and had to calm down but both Jayne and I were very “touchy-feely” at the time. After a couple of hours and some stunning land and sea scapes, we sat on a beach front having a cold drink.Although her having sex with Fode was constantly on my mind, it was Jayne who brought the subject up again, asking me where I wanted it to go with Fode. I told her I would like to see her with him again and she was agreeable and comfortable with that. She also reluctantly consented to a possible double penetration, eventually agreeing to take it either way, with me or Fode sodomising her depending on how comfortable it felt. The thought of Fode feeding his thick black tool up her arse while she screamed on top of me was a spine tingling thrill.At the time I was obsessed with her and multiple blacks, an interracial gangbang on her and my imagination was overwhelming the practicalities and feasibility of that happening in Conakry. Regardless, I confidently said I wanted to see her being fucked (and that is how I put it) by Fode and his black friends. She simply raised her eyebrows and lifted her drink to her lips.You can imagine the intricacies of the afternoon’s conversation.We switched from the amazing construction of the stone fort from the colonial days to whether or not she would let Fode or anyone else ejaculate inside her again. It’s bizarre how the tooing and froing of the conversation built and heightened both our exhilarated state of minds. Jayne really did throw caution to the wind when she suggested that she’d liked the “violation” element of the intercourse with Fode. The guilt and the assumed risk really felt unique to her and it had been the major contributing part of her intense orgasm. Her mixed emotion’s after he’d drained his sperm into her left her coming down to reality with the illicit feelings of shame and guilt but she described it as exquisite.Jayne also made it clear that she’d enjoyed being taken forcefully and hard, “****d” by Fode to some extent, albeit with my consent.I remembered thinking back to the previous evening and to her instigating the sex with “Fuck me while he watches”She admitted was that she’d inexplicably enjoyed playing the sleaze in the night club and having many of the black men in there leering after her. She’d played the last part with Fode initially for me but found the whole situation thrilling and for want of a better description. By the end of the evening interracial sex seemed a certainty with Fode or at least another black guy if she could have found one. We exchanged questions and answers that lead to her hypothesising that the most extreme sexual satisfaction imaginable would probably be from an interracial gang bang and that she thought if it ever happened truly unprotected, she would almost definitely end up pregnant at the end of it. I asked her a little shocked but jovially if she was telling me that she actually wanted to conceive during an all black gang fucking and she giggled, saying “God no” but she wanted Fode…or whoever to think that, and if it was ever by a group of men it would be all the more fascinating!She enjoyed the scenario of being a sexual plaything and leaning closely she whispered in my ear “a black mans fuck toy” From that we decided to maintain the illusion with Fode that she wanted a baby and that she wanted impregnating bahis firmaları by him or at least another black man if it could be arranged. I also asked her again if she would take sperm from a group of men if we could invoke it.I reminded her that she had said she might eventually consider a team effort although I had to be sensible and realistic when she casually asked me how many I had in mind.We walked hand in hand with her waiting for my answer which was “ Hmmm, 8 to 10..or there about and definitely pushing her boundary”The biggest revelation was the fact that she was experimenting in her mind with the possibilities and discovering her own hidden desires and after listening to her open confession I asked directly if she wanted me to talk to Fode and try to arrange a gang bang for her during the holiday.There and then, she embraced me in the most immediate and affectionate cuddle and simply said I could talk to him about it but it was unlikely.I hugged her back and whispered clearly, just before placing a kiss on her lips,“Imagine if we could get a group of men together in a controlled situation, would take a gangbang?. She just smiled as we carried on walking so I pushed my luck to the extreme asking her “You like the idea of being gang banged by a group of blacks and being left pregnant don’t you” and as an afterthought I shocked myself adding “What about an interracial gang ****” Jayne stopped in her tracks and turned, looking at me in surprise then leaning towards me, her cheek brushed against mine and she replied in that slow, sassy, arrogant drawl of hers “I might like the idea of it” Jayne’s obvious teasing had me in a state of near intoxication, what with her apparent consent to have me arrange a pseudo impregnation gangbang. The reality was that it would be near impossible to do it as I knew we hadn’t enough time to gather the confidence in her partners and the undoubtable concerns over unprotected intercourse with unverified men. Fode being the only exception and that had been a very calculated decision reinforced by his background. The remainder of the atoll journey was equally stimulating with Jayne following and acting up to the role play perfectly. I asked how many she would allow to ejaculate inside her with her reply being clear and to the point “all of them of course” and I extracted the modus operandi from her. I imagined Jayne on her hands and knees while being spit roasted. Each man then taking it in turn to fuck her violently from behind and eventually ejaculates into her cunt. No wiping, no cleaning up, just one after the other leaving a heavy dangerous thick fertile spermatic mess inside her.On the sea taxi back I approached the next meeting with Fode and I stated that I would be trying to enlist at least one additional partner for her. Either she could take the lead and pull someone or I would ask Fode but the emphasis was at least two blokes having her and giving her a monumental shafting to remember the holiday by. Realistically we only had that Tuesday evening, and up to Friday night as we would have to prepare for travelling on Saturday with a bloody arduous journey to follow.I was also on the bursting point and Jayne had been rubbing my aching cock through the material of my pants on and off for most of the day. She asked me if I could get hold of Fode but to do that I needed a local sim card which added another frustration. Regardless, once back on the jetty I purchased one from a street peddler then set about trying to configure my Galaxy.Eventually I located the network, Global ITT and I rang the number taken from Fode. The dial tone rang and rang and my anxiety was making me shake with anticipation and just as the disappointment of an unanswered call seemed the reality, he answered. I was almost unable to speak and I moved to a seemingly quieter part of the busy dock. Locals stared at me as I spoke in syllable English, trying to have a conversation with Fode.He knew when he realised who was calling that he was wanted and he kept answering “yes”. The problem was that he apparently had to work as there was a ship in the port that was being unloaded and he wouldn’t be finished until it was done, probably three, or four O’clock in the morning. A meet up that evening wasn’t happening and the conclusion was that he would contact us the following day about noon at the hotel.I told Jayne and she appeared unconcerned but she took hold of my hand and walked me to the road suggesting we get a taxi back to Cameyenne and have a swim, a drink and an evening to ourselves.I didn’t need asking twice and once back in the room, I sat back in the lounge chair while she gave me the most delectable blow job, notable because it was totally hands free and to a superb completion. I confess it didn’t take her long to bring me to a state of climax but for me, the intensity was nothing short of glorious. She kept up the slow determined bobbing rhythm as my semen spewed into her mouth and the extended pleasure was teased further as the fluid began to spill and run down my shaft. When I was spent Jayne scooped a little string of discharge from her chin with her finger and licked it off then got up and disappeared into the bathroom.I wasn’t as hygienic and simply removed my shirt then joined her for the cooling swim and a large cold beer.After a quiet but delicious supper in the restaurant and a little more explicit titillation we went back to the room and I was treat to an all round session with Jayne purposely wearing the stockings Fode had fucked her in and as a special holiday build up, before the sex started, she stood in front of me, in the underwear and stilettos, full glamour makeup and smoking one of her long brown cigarettes. She began to describe her feelings and desires.She wanted “Fucking hard by that big black Nigger thug” that I had found her and according to her narrative, he was going to shoot his sperm inside her and give her a baby… a Nigger baby. Her description was almost rehearsed and it went on. ”He’s got a fucking huge thick black cock” and when she was full of spunk, he was going fuck her up her arse while I had to watch. The pinnacle statement being “and there’s nothing you can do about it”I remember the way she took a satisfying pull of her More and blowing the hazy blue smoke up to one side and said “What do you think about that”Thank God for the beers and the three JD’s. Without the alcohol, I doubt I would have lasted more than five minutes. Needless to say the sex, our lovemaking was fulfilling and personal between us with both of us thoroughly enjoying the pleasuresI tried to emulate the vigorous and arduous fuck that Fode had given her and managed quite well apart from not being able to match the size of his tool or the force of his ejaculation. Jayne enjoyed it though and after, as we lay on the bed recovering from the exertion and the heat, she told me that I could still do it for her and she repeatedly told me that she loved me. It was a mutual feeling and I had not and have not any problem telling her the same.We slept well that night not waking until 08.00 the following morning. We both knew that it was more than likely that we would have Fode over to the room or something similar during Wednesday and we’d already discussed the potential of asking him to introduce a friend or someone to join in with him on Jayne. Ihad no idea how I was going to broach the subject tactfully because of the language difficulties and I wasn’t going to involve anyone to decipher the conversations. After breakfast Jayne went back to the room to change and I went to the reception expecting more messages from Kemo who had been wanting to drive us about for more $$$. Surprisingly he hadn’t left any contact and I was at a loose end of what to do other than replace the local sim in my phone and try to ring Fode.The girl on the reception said I could easily get a taxi to take me wherever but I said I’d wait and decided to go tell Jayne and then decide what to do.What do you think about this?I collected two bottles of Schweppes tonic water from the bar having to wait irritating long for a waitress from the restaurant to realise I wanted help, then I set off to the room. I remember dodging a sprinkler that was watering the lush grass and passing some other guests at the same time before turning into a cool tunnel that lead to the pool area and to our apartment block. When I reached the apartment I paused to check my phone again before opening the door and walking in and within a few seconds of being inside I heard a dull thudding coming from beyond the bedroom door. The door was closed not allowing me to immediately see what was causing that suspiciously recognizable noise and then I heard a muffled familiar cry.I walked through the lounge to the door pushing it open. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw and I stood motionless for several seconds taking in the shameful sight. Still paralysed on the spot I felt the shock of pins and needles on the backs of my hands and neck then the pleasure of arousing sensations.Jayne was pinned up hard against the bedroom wall, eyes closed and her mouth open with Fode’s mostly bare mass blotting her out. She was just about standing on the tip toes of one leg with the other entangled over Fode’s left forearm. He was in a semi squat and fucking her hard against the stone wall. She was hanging onto him with one arm around his thick neck and the other around his lower back. With each punishing thrust he was lifting and pounding her against the wall and she gasped with the intrusion, accompanying the rhythmic thudding. She suddenly became aware of me in the room and looked over his shoulder with a look of bewilderment. Suddenly, Fode looked back too but he just stared at me unconcerned and continued shafting her.His torso shape, wide shoulders and narrowing hips reminded me of a huge Silverback male. The muscles on his thick powerful thighs were taught as he strained in the low squat and the cheeks of his broad black arse clenched tightly together each time he fully penetrated her.Jayne suddenly began professing to me over Fode’s shoulder and with a trembling voice that “she was sorry” as he fucked her but even while she was saying the words she was pulling the big black African against her and definitely participating in the fuck.Without interrupting I put down the bottles I’d carried.Fode must have decided he’d had enough of her against the wall and more or less dropped her as he pulled out but he managed to rive Jayne towards the bed, shoving her hard and face down over the corner of the mattress, Knees almost on the floor.Fode, with a surprising agility quickly resumed an even lower squat behind her, his massive trunk like legs on the outside of hers. His pants were still around one of his ankles and his shirt was lying on the floor to one side.Still completely ignoring me he grabbed Jayne around her waist holding her down by the hips over the corner and fed his hard black penis back into her cunt.She had nowhere to go again to avoid the assault and she screamed as she was sandwiched between his humping groin and the mattress which was now groaning and creaking loudly under the strain. As she squealed, desperately trying to accommodate him she was gripping the covers tightly between clenched fists. He didn’t slow or even look to take any further notice of my arrival but Jayne eventually turned her face to towards me and looking up she began bawling in a breathless interrupted voice“Look at him… what do you think about this” Without answering I Somehow managed to make my way into the room and sit in my familiar viewing chair while he shagged her.Fode continued shafting her with hard and deep penetrating strokes. His heavy dangling scrotum slapped against her and he held a serious concentrated expression on his face. He was determined to breed her, that was plain to see and the expressions on both their faces told me that he was about to semenate in her. Jayne buried her face into the covers to stifle her scream and Fode let out a loud gruff and almost roaring he began pulling her by the hips hard back onto his monster cock, he emptied his leathery black balls into her for the second time depositing his thick load of black African semen. Jayne tried to arch her back in an attempt to make the ejaculation less uncomfortable and she let out a second accompanying squeal. Fode sank himself fully into her and held himself there as he spewed his seed with a brutal force. When he’d finished he held himself in place, squirming his cock inside her and telling us both quite proudly that she would “conceive”Jayne simply lay compliant and gasping until he pulled out slowly with an audible plop then he backed away looking very cautiously at me before bending to pull up his pants.Jayne slid off the bed stopping him and still on her knees she gripped his tool in her left hand, wedding and engagement rings as usual on her white fingers contrasting against the black shaft. I marvelled at his impressively engorged cock as it hung down in a diminishing arc and wondered how she’d ever taken it so aggressively inside her. With a curt glance in my direction she licked up a trailing thread of cum that hung from the tip of his cock then took the sticky helmet in her mouth and sucked him greedily, cleaning his cock of her juice and the remnants of his semen.Fode eventually looked over to me while my gorgeous wife Jayne sucked his cock. His face was a vacant expression of satisfaction and unperturbed he looked back down at Jayne admiring her.Jayne meanwhile licked his cock clean then sensually kissed the tip of his penis before and pushing herself up on her arms. Then as women do when they find themselves in that predicament she cupped her hands beneath her come filled quim to prevent the spillage and toddled towards the bathroom. As she was going she didn’t look at me but said “If you want me to do his friend you need to talk to him”” I was in awe quite frankly but I seized the moment and stood offering my hand to Fode. He took it shaking it and reminding me again of just how big in proportion he was.Still a little shocked I asked Fode if he wanted a cold drink and told him that Jayne would almost certainly have sex with him again and take more of his semen willingly. I was making a total pig’s ear of it but fortunately I realised and moving through to the lounge I basically spoke in plain terms.I told him simply that she clearly adored him, but that I knew she would like another black guy to join in with him and fuck her, perhaps one of his friends? As he continued to get dressed, he looked at me puzzled and asked me if it was to ensure that Jayne would go home carrying a baby.I answered yes trying to be convincing and telling him that she wanted to make sure that she went home pregnant to a black man. I also blurted out that she had always wanted to have intercourse with a black man but especially with him because she liked big strong and sexually aggressive men. I added that she had also commented on David, his doorman friend at the club. Fode obligingly said he would ask him if he wanted to join us. I must have been in some narcotic state because I pressed him to contact him there and then. I had a mental picture of the bloke in my head and had done on and off since I first saw him. Although he’s not as big as Fode he’s stocky, heavy set and almost Nubian black with a bald head and thick short neck. An archetypal black thug Jayne later described him as. I even contemplated suggesting a wider invitation but considering Jayne’s amiability and consent for the current situation, I knew that anything over what was proposed would have had to have been thoroughly discussed between us and in fairness, it couldn’t happen in the short time we had left. It was actually pushing it to get her fucked by two selected and suitably clean, D&D free locals. Thinking back, the impregnation synopsis set by Jayne was fantastic not only for the thrill for me but to wind a man up into putting his full effort into the act was genius. I know that I was pushing the boundary and my luck without asking her by just inviting another bloke to do the same. It’d got as extreme as it was going to for that holiday.Jayne had nipped through the lounge door into the garden and showered cleaning herself and she returned to the bedroom as Fode was going through his phone numbers with his back to us. She kissed me and nodding her head towards Fode, quietly and concernedly asked me if I’d been upset about “HIM” and as I shook my head she asked if I’d enjoyed walking in on her “Being fucked senseless by her black boyfriend ” She said it in a sarcastic patronizing tone that I found fascinating and arousing.I also said that she would have to make it up to me and she chuckled moving up to Fode, kissing him on the side of his face as he studied the phone index. He pressed the call key and sauntered about the room with the phone to his ear while Jayne selected some clothes and disappeared again.It took three attempts at numbers before David answered and Fode broke out into a conversation in Creole.That laboriously lazy tone the Africans have in conversation with the long slow laughter and then garbled raised voices. That mixed with the elaborate hand gestures, I could tell from the odd recognisable words and Fode’s expressive speech that David wasn’t entirely sure that he was telling the truth… well who would !When the call ended Fode said that David would meet us but in his own words told me “He does not believe that your wife wants to have sex with us both” What he said took a few seconds to sink in then I laughed like a drain. I suppose that’s was as good term as any and we use it as a figure of speech.I told Fode that she would definitely convince him given the chance.When Jayne came back she was dressed and ready to go out in some tight cotton leggings and a silky blue blouse. She had modest makeup on and those huge dark sunglasses again. She put on sensible shoes and then asked if we were ready. I had no idea where we were supposed to be going but I went with the flow and set off with her and Fode. I was obviously curious as to how the impromptu sex had happened and Jayne explained that two minutes after I’d left, Fode simply turned up at the room wanting a fuck.Jayne admitted she was hesitant at first and wanted him to wait for me but he wouldn’t wait and she couldn’t stop him. She said that she tried to satisfy him by sucking his cock but he was impatient and simply pinned her up against the wall. The rest I’d seen. Fode was definitely up for it and a free day out after wards. The incentive of me paying for everything with the added bonus of being able to fuck my wife when the inclination took him was enough to convince him to ferry us around. In the car on the way into Conakry, I told Jayne that I’d asked Fode to speak to David the doorman from Bembeys night club. She was interested in that straight away and wanted to know what was happening. I told her whispering, that we had to meet with him and that he would need some serious convincing that “that she wanted a black guy to get her pregnant”She asked me curiously if that’s what I’d told him and I put her in the direction of Fode explaining that it was the way it’d come out in the conversation from me.Jayne wasn’t angry or annoyed but she did ask if I’d told David that he could do her without a rubber and I had to tell her that it wasn’t a certainty that David would even take part at all although I knew she could convince him if she wanted it.She was silent for a minute and my throat and mouth had dried up with nervousness.After a drink of the tonic water I asked her what she thought and she told me that she was sore… from him, nodding to Fode. She also quite untrustingly asked me quietly if I’d attempted arranging anything ridiculous like an “all out – all comers gang bang session”That actually appealed to me but I was quite honest and told her I hadn’t but she rescued the moment saying sorry and that whatever I had arranged would be okay with her providing it wasn’t stupidly extreme.I noticed Fode looking in the mirror at her and I bet he must have thought he’d won the lottery.As we neared the main road into the city Fode suggested that if we were meeting David later in the evening I would need to arrange a room because we wouldn’t be able to use the room at the Cameyenne and to be honest I’d already thought the hotel staff were watching us a little oddly. On the day of our departure he told us that we had been talked about in the hotel which was a little discomforting. We decided that we would have another tour of the city and meet up with David mid afternoon. If it went according to plan then I was going to give Fode 40$ to get a room for the evening at the Novotel Ghi. Basic and tired, but private and no questions askedWe drove a now familiar stretch of road past the mosque and to another market area, his time mainly seafood. That was a real experience also the street kitchens and men preaching and praising God.Novotel Ghi- Meeting for afternoon drinksAfter an hour I was praying for a beer and a sit down and luckily we strolled right into a Lebanese bar area which offered named drinks and clean air conditioned seating inside and out of the sun. That was the hottest and brightest day of the holiday with no clouds at all. We ordered a lovely light meal and I whispered to Jayne jokingly that she wouldn’t conceive on an empty stomach. That earned me an elbow in the ribs but she wasn’t annoyed. In fact her manner had convinced me more that she was serious about being “Black mans entertainment” and the well prepared filling in an Oreo sandwich. I did notice that she wasn’t interested in her usual drink of wine and when I asked she did say she just wanted to keep a clear head. It’s strange how the little things can change and affect the mood and I took it as a sudden reluctance. Quite frankly my emotions were all over the place and suddenly going from green to red, I asked her confused if she had changed her mind. She gripped my forearm and said very seriously that she hadn’t changed it at all and that I ought to ask Fode again about the meeting with David if it was still what I wanted. I did bring it up and after checking his watch while shovelling down a large piece of pita bread he picked up his phone and rang. David obviously answered and Fode took the conversation outside for some privacy. When he returned he said we were meeting David in the bar at the Novotel Ghi at 3.00. He would make the arrangements on my behalf with the hotel as I would have needed my passport and immigration documents which I’d left in the room safe.We left the restaurant just before 2.00 with ample time to reach the Novotel and we we’re sat back in the bar in the familiar rattan chairs, waiting for our drinks at 25 minutes to 3.00. This time Jayne asked for vodka and lime then went to the bathroom. She came back after the drinks had been served with her makeup much more explicit, this time with dark red lips and smelling heavily of perfume. She still wore the big sunglasses but that did give a certain mysterious sophisticated look.I had a stirring straight away when I saw her and Fode definitely liked it. With her 5” red sandals she’d have really hit the spot but they wouldn’t make any sense walking around Mill Da Prince Market.She sat down and took her glass as Fode and I complimented her then she took a drink commenting on the strength of it and wiping a little smeared lipstick from the rim. The proportions weren’t my doing but I wanted her “loose” and as uninhibited as she could possibly be for later. Although this was only a meet up, I was palpitating she could tell.I finished the delicious ice cold Heineken in a couple of gulps and Fode began clicking his fingers at the waitress in a show of self importance.This side of his arrogance is present in African black men and I’d seen it before not least earlier that morning as I’d walked in on him banging Jayne up against the bedroom wall.A second round of drinks was brought and Jayne squeezed my hand and asked me if I was okay. I know it was cursory but I said I was but then with a gestured nod, I asked her to put some ideas into my head.After a thoughtful expression and a careful sip of her vodka she said “Fode… “ Then she leant towards him and added ”What do you want to do to me tonight?” I loved it and so did he but it took a few second for the translation to become apparent in his head.He was also on the spot and looked at me with that long slow grin and laugh. She reached for his hand and took it placing it on her stomach looking directly into his eyes. I knew immediately what she was reinforcing then she added “will David want to try and make it twins?”She blew me away with her turn of phrase. I’m not sure that Fode got the exact significance as I did but he certainly got the idea. Even before I had recovered she asked him what he wanted her to wear or to be precise, how he wanted her to dress. It was going in the right direction when David made his entrance calling to Fode as he wrestled with the questions from Jayne. He got up and greeted David and then in turn Jayne and I stood to shake his hand.He was extremely dark skinned, almost jet black which I really liked the idea of and I noticed how pink his palms were too. He’s about the same height as me but very stocky and a huge barrelled chest, wider than me at the shoulders and in the kindest sense, rounder with a thick muscled neck. Jayne’s soft white hand was engulfed by his and for a split second I thought she was going to kiss him. As it was we all sat down and Fode began ranting in the mother tongue with David taking very serious looks at Jayne. She admits that she was putting on a vogue expression, neither smiling nor concerned but she was nervous. She’s also told me that she was apprehensive about what she’d said to Fode about David being invited to help out with the whimsical scenario. That meant of course, totally unprotected intercourse with him, ejaculation and his semen in her pussy.With some degree of all seriousness I asked David about himself and his English was better than Fode’s. He’s been in the national service and now worked as a security guard. He was married but his wife had left him leaving him with his two c***dren and they all lived with his family on the outskirts of the city. We all understood that Fode had given him the latest update and the way he was looking Jayne up and down. He’d had a bloody good look at her at Bembey’s and he must have been thinking about that too.Also now that she was sat crossed legged in front of him with Fode telling him whatever, he was definitely interested but Jayne sealed it in my opinion.She got up and feigned another trip to the bathroom but as she passed Fode, from behind she casually crossed her left arm over his shoulder and across his chest, then cheek to cheek she kissed him on the side of his face and in one smooth move she groped his manhood just lingering long enough to provide a clear and understandable message to David. I was aghast and even Fode was surprised. David was staggered but began conferring in Creole with his friend.David chuckled and turning his head from me to Fode, pointed in the direction Jayne had gone, laughing and saying “…without a condom…”As was becoming the norm, my wallet came out and I parted with the $40 then a further $10 for refreshments to be provided in the room. I also had the pleasure of paying for the food and drinks but I won’t complain.Jayne came back this time with sunglasses placed fashionably on her head. Her eye makeup was also dramatically adjusted. I told her that I’d paid for the room and asked David what time he would like to meet. He covered his mouth and answered quietly and I think he was a little intimidated.I thought we should meet up elsewhere and have a few drinks and get accustomed to each other before coming back here. When Fode returned he had the key and asked us if we wanted to take a look at the room. He also said it was the best room and that it was photographed for the hotels brochure. Jayne declined the offer but I wanted to see it and we left her sat finishing her drink. The corridor leading to the room was dark but cool and once inside I could see it was quite spacious. It was dusky and had a smell but not unpleasant. I pulled back the curtains which brightened it up. At least it was more roomy than I expected and the bathroom was reasonably clean. Also the TV worked and I could get MTV. I checked the fridge to confirm my suspicions that the extra $10 wasn’t required but how could I argue?. After pulling back the bed sheets I asked David if Fode had explained everything to him correctly. I also asked him if he was comfortable about me being just a spectator and perhaps a later participantJust as we we’re leaving the room I told both of them that Jayne would probably consent to try anything but I was very insistent and made it completely understood that if they attempted anal intercourse with her they must wear condoms. I’d already confessed to Jayne of my desire and fantasy of seeing her being sodomised by a huge, well hung black man. The exhilaration of that preparation almost rivals the ultimate event. It exhausts me anyway. I was talking to David in the foyer while Fode collected Jayne back in the bar and they walked out together. The idea was that Fode would take us back to the Cameyenne dropping then collect us about 7.30. He would take us to meet David at a locals music bar.He stated very clearly that there wouldn’t be any other white people there, it was off the tourist route but we would be safe with him and David who was apparently well known there. At the car David opened the door for her and she put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a polite peck on the cheek, as the French do.The drive back was matter of fact with Jayne quiet again. Fode was also less talkative and I put it down to the anticipation. Once back at the room it was time for an immersion in the pool. The cold water was like a baptism and it refreshed me sharpening the intent of the evening although back in the room I was quite anxious about the time we had left or the lack of it. Jayne had showered on the patio and was now in the bathroom, door closed predictably. I went to rinse of the chlorine and then dried in the bedroom before dressing. I decided against any more alcohol at that point and made a coffee instead. I remembered at the last minute to change the Hi8 tape in the camcorder and charge the battery too. As she always takes so long to get ready I was dressed and laid back on the bed when she came out. She looked fantastic for a 46 year old married mum of two. Although my preference for her is always stockings and the associated paraphernalia this time she was wearing a pair of skin tight white spandex pedal pushers and white matching blouse with her black thong and lace bra clearly seen through the material. She was also wearing her daring black patent stilettos and her makeup set the outfit off especially her glossy bright red lips. She looked phenomenal and I got up and told her so motioning to kiss her carefully on her lips but she shooed me away stating again that she’d done her mouth and it’d taken her ages to get it right. That action had significance later because when Fode arrived to collect us she went immediately to him and kissed him fully on the mouth without hesitation including a little French tonguing. He picked up her pre packed bag and carried it for her and naturally I did mention the willing kiss as we walked through the complex to the car, saying that I thought she didn’t want to spoil her lips. Jayne told me as we walked, that her lips would be around his cock later and while I watched so why was I bothered.In short, she was in character before we left the hotel. We were both exuberant and felt alive and I could certainly feel the electric atmosphere around Jayne. Despite her apparent unsympathetic and harsh attitude I felt confident enough to ask her to put a real show on and throw a little caution to the wind stating clearly that I was again fully consenting to whatever she wished to do. Although I had and still have a plethora of desires and requests I restrained myself from making demands at the time, After all the concession to have unprotected intercourse was the major evolution at that time and the façade that Jayne was working under was pressurising enough.Fode took us into an unlit and dingy part of the town. When we stopped there were no road lights or pavements to speak of but it was near a bar. The building was really a large shed, wooden with only two open windows at the front and the door ajar. There was a large P.A blaring out music on the porch and several blokes were sat in and out of the building. I got out of the car and was hit with a wall of heat. Jayne stepped out a little precarious in her heels and the men gave her a good looking over. We pretended not to notice and Fode lead us into the bar past the screaming amplifier. Once inside it felt a little cooler because there were two large fans circulating the air. Fode shook hands with several men using that familiar grasp, shake and clasp of the thumb. It was blatantly obvious that Fode was showing off his white bitch on his home patch. I knew it and so did Jayne. I wondered if he’d told them that he’d fucked her and I admit that even now, writing down the memory of those moments is giving me a huge errection.Fode ordered three beers which came from a fridge stood against the wall. There was little in the way of comfortable seating so we stood drinking the beer from the bottles. Fode paid for the drinks although it was the only time he did. Unfortunately mine was gone in three gulps so it was time for me to dig deep again. The music was also so loud that we had to almost shout to be heard but in time a few people began to populate the bar and it seemed to mute the noise. Into her second beer, Jayne caught my attention and simply but discretely said “What ever happens, take care of me ” I asked what could possibly happen with a smirk and Jayne told me jokingly that she thought I’d arranged something with Fode and we’d brought her there to get her gang fucked. I asked if that’s what she wanted and she replied that she wanted a drink and a dance in that order. What did astonish me was thinking about it she’d put condoms in her purseWe’d been there about 15 minutes when there was a cheer and looking through the gloom toward the door I saw that David had arrived. He went through the same bonding handshake ritual then strolled over to us instantly wrapping an arm around Jayne’s waist and pulling her to him. She tottered and tried to steady herself with her open hand on his chest. Within a few moments we seemed to be engulfed in a crowd of men and I realised that it was getting tight in the bar. More beers arrived and much to Jayne’s relief at the time so did a group of three women who joined in the group instigating on the spot dancing and movement to the music. I reached to place my empty bottle on a table and when I looked back Fode was behind Jayne with his hands on her hips and they were both gyrating to the music in a most stimulating manner. He was pushing his groin into her backside and it wasn’t going unnoticed from plenty of others. I’ve no idea of the tune, some sort of dance rave mix but it was hypnotic. Even more so when an un introduced bloke suddenly sandwiched her between himself and Fode and began grinding against her in unison. I took a long drink of the beer and watched as the whole shack blossomed into a rhythmic groove with almost every one except me grinding and dancing around. Instead I chose to back away towards the cool fridge and observe from there.Another track overlaid and it was a classic track and it certainly animated the crowd. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arUqoKjU3D4 More women had appeared and I’d estimate that about 40 people were in there with us. I could spot Jayne by he white outfit criss crossed by moving black limbs. Most of the men were tall and she was a little obscured but I still had a good view of what was happening. She was well into the swing of it and was enjoying the close quarter dancing, putting in some of her own steps and techniques including hands in the air and that sexy slow descending wiggle she does. The height of her shoes made it all the more appealing and I remember thinking back to her dancing at Bembeys. Jayne pushed her way through the dancing crowd towards me and asked for another drink. I just went in the fridge and got us both another beer. After opening it she took a sip and asked me if I was enjoying it and I told her how thrilled and amazed I was with her. Then as discretely as she could over the noise, she asked me if I was looking forward to watching Fode and David fucking her. It was as though we were having a conversation about choosing a carpet and I said I couldn’t wait and that I desperately wanted to see at least one of them shoving his cock her up her arse. She took another sip of the beer and said “You better tell them that then” and turned rejoining the dance party.I was ecstatic and drunk with anticipation. The heat and stifling atmosphere mixed with the beer buzz was a cocktail of pure joy and knowing that at some point later, I’d see Jayne being pummelled (and for all intents, deliberately impregnated) by at least two huge blacks had sapped me of strength.The bumping and grinding had begun again and she was in the thick of it with a serious and concentrating expression on her face. Looking through the mass I saw a black hand had cupped her mound between her legs and from behind. To this day we’ve no idea who it was but it was decisively rubbing and groping her through the material of her leggings.Another hand, this time I recognised as David’s, came over her shoulder and without hesitation or any resistance, it slipped inside her blouse and cupped her left boob. Jayne was looking at the young lad who had joined the dance with her earlier and she began to perform a pseudo felatio slowly and precisely on the beer bottle she was holding. I almost dropped mine and as though a green light had come on Jayne was suddenly mobbed by God knows how many of them in there.There was a sort of chain reaction and hands began grabbing and squeezing her tits and arse and one bloke managed to force his hand down the front of her pants and then into the gusset of her knickers. In a few more seconds her blouse was open and she was stood, still dancing in just her stilettos, leggings and bra with men feeling her up as they liked. This happened in an extraordinarily quick spur of the moment and suddenly it seemed to calm down a little. It was still very gloomy with modest lighting but I saw it all. They were taking it in turns to move behind her and grope her breasts and pussy while she danced provocatively. The bottle had gone and one large anonymous bloke had an arm across her chest roughly squeezing and mauling her boob through the sharp lace of her bra while his other arm was across her abdomen. He had his hand down the front of her pants and the commotion going in there clearly showed he was aggressively fingering her.In response she had both arms open and down, pushing back with open palms into two other guys crotches and she was rotating and squeezing their organs through the thin and dirty material of their shorts. Everything was perversely going on to the throbbing beat of the music. More people began to notice Jayne’s m*****ation and abruptly Fode intervened pulling her admirers away. They quite contently went back to dancing apart from the guy fingering her and Jayne had to seize his wrist and just about wrestle his hand out of her knickers but she was smiling and consoling Fode who showed quite some aggression toward the guy.Jayne embraced him and engaged him in a passionate and public full French kiss. Fode entered into it with real vigour and walked her backwards to a supporting wooden beam pinning her against it. The kiss continued and many of the men watched the activity as eagerly as I was doing. I noticed one of the few women walk up to a smiling man a take him angrily by the arm pulling him away, then she began giving him a real mouthful in Creole. They were soon obscured by others still watching and dancing to the music and I saw David slowly ease his way through the group and place his hand on Fode’s shoulder who basically acknowledged the gesture and then gave Jayne away to him. I craned to see David’s thick neck and shaved head moving in a circular rotating motion and I realised that he was now giving Jayne a full French tonguing. It was confirmed when her hand clasped the back of his broad head, assisting and encouraging the long deep kiss. At that point I was ready to pick up and make for the seclusion of the hotel and to enjoy the spectacle of watching my wife having uninhibited sex with them and as Fode scanned the room, obviously enjoying his additional moment of self importance, I caught his gaze and gave him a directional thumb in a “lets go” gesture. A brief wave and I knew we were on the way to leaving. He disturbed David explaining as much and moved back through the crowded bar. He was being back slapped and clearly congratulated as he went. David led Jayne by her hand also through the mêlée back towards me.When she reached me she asked if I was still enjoying it. I could only nod and told her that it was time to make a move to the hotel. She was extremely hot and was perspiring. Another alluring feature was her running makeup and the remaining dark outline of her lip liner around her mouth. She buttoned up her blouse straightening it as she went. Several other women and girls were in the place dancing in shorts and just flimsy tee shirts and bra’s and bizarrely other than the black on white interaction, Jayne didn’t look that out of place. Just as we were collectively ready to leave the bar Fode suggested that I owed $15 for the drinks and although I’d more or less expected something to be presented it did irritate me. He’d been drinking for free and sampling Jayne not to mention handing her about to his friends. For the sake of a few quid I handed over a $20 and motioned to leave the bar. Jayne strode through making her way sideways past gyrating bodies and eventually out through the door and onto the porch. We convened at Fode’s car and we could hear each other talk clearly at last and very matter of fact Jayne said that she was going to need a shower and that she ought to go first to the room and get ready for the romp and the boy’s. Holding my hand she told me she was unbelievably excited and really in the mood. Then she suggested that we get going and once we reached the hotel we could wait in the bar.I asked how long she would need and after a short thoughtful pause she said that an hour would be long enough. She also said with a hint of sarcasm, that it would give me time to suggest some of the things I wanted to see done to her. Then slipping her arms around my neck she said she had a huge surprise for me but wouldn’t say anything else. The lads turned up breaking the intrigue and without speaking Fode got into the car and started the engine. David got in the back followed by Jayne and at the last minute I got in the passenger seat next to Fode.As the car pulled off the music from the bar drifted away quieter and I detected some movement in the back seat. Looking back I could see that David was holding Jayne’s hand on his cock and rubbing it up and down. She was looking directly ahead as though nothing was happening but she’s later told me she was incredibly aroused and at the time, staggered by the thickness and hardness of his tool.The drive took less than ten minutes as the traffic had all but disappeared. What remained on the roads was noisy with horns piping and engines screaming in the desperate attempts to reach a reasonable speed. It was welcomingly cool in Fode’s “upmarket” car as the aircon worked well and my senses were becoming heightened with the anticipation. We pulled up in the forecourt and quickly we got out of the vehicle. Fode passed me the room key and then opened the car boot to retrieve Jayne’s bag. I couldn’t resist telling him and David to go into the bar and buy me a beer while I walked Jayne to the room. The room we’d rented was a premier but there’s not much premier about it despite its price and suitability to host the sex act.That said, it’s seediness leant to the mood. Lets face it, who doesn’t like the thought of a wife, in a dirty hotel acting like a complete and utter slut I opened the door and kissed her as she went inside. I asked her if she was genuinely okay about everything and she just shrugged and waved me away. Then as I retraced my steps down the corridor I heard the door being locked behind me. In the bar one of the lads had bought the drinks, Fode was on his phone but cut short the call as I walked up. I sat mindful of several other guests and quietly I told them that Jayne was getting ready would need the best part of an hour and we’d have a couple of drinks to relax and then we’d go to the room where she would be ready and waiting.As we sat it was plainly obvious the boy’s wanted to discuss the plan and I told them again that Jayne was already in our room and getting ready for them. I also told them that she was fully aware of what she was doing and more importantly, despite any protest she might make, she wanted full unprotected intercourse.I took a drink and added that they could “use her as their white bitch” David understood this term and showed his appreciation with a broad grin. Then leaning forward towards them I took a deep breath and told them both very clearly that she wanted them to be unrelenting and she fully expected them to **** her repeatedly until she was pregnant by somebody.I was just above whispering with a trembling and excited voice telling them that Jayne wanted to go back to the UK with a black baby in her belly but she also wanted to leave them with something they would always remember. In the gathered circle I whispered that she would consent and they could take turns having anal intercourse with her.This immediately stimulated both men and I had to stress that although she was willing to have unprotected cunt sex, they had to wear condoms to fuck her up her arse. There were smiles, nods and agreement but irritatingly Fode’s mobile rang again.He answered it quietly and babbled on in Creole whilst looking in another direction from our conversation. David at this point seemed interested in what was being said but it was a short conversation ended abruptly by Fode who casually looked at his screen and shut it off.He then began typing a text message and at the same time clicked his fingers loudly for the waiter. He ordered more drinks then after sending his message he tossed his phone onto the table in a blasé fashion and sat back in his chair looking smug and relaxed.I persisted, deliberately trying to stimulate and encourage them and several times I emphasised a good degree of “control” I also unashamedly used the **** word numerous times (whispered but clearly stressed) to demonstrate how she liked being fucked, taken forcefully and aggressively. I also emphasised repeatedly and used various articlative words to encourage them to ejaculate in her cunt and invited them to do it as many times as they could manage. David even suggested the most appropriate intercourse positions that would produce, in his words “a conception” The language difference didn’t really allow for colloquialisms and English words were strung together to make a hopefully understandable sentence. David, joining in the conversation, made a massively memorable and awesome comment, assuring me that “It would be done” and he said it with a resolute confidence.I’d constantly checked my watch and regularly glanced at the clock. The hour did pass agonisingly slow although the discussion and subject matter was massively stimulating. Not surprisingly the discussion in the bar left me feeling drained of energy. That was the excitement and anticipation.David had gone to the bar and returned with three glasses of some white spirit. A local distilled spirit he said and he insisted we drink together. The liquid went down harshly, burning but somehow fortifying despite the taste. Then in unison we stood up and I thought about Jayne waiting in the room.I wondered if she would be ready and looking at the clock, she’d had about fifteen minutes longer than she’d asked for.Feeling the growing pit in my stomach I knew that it was time and I finished the little remaining drink and turned telling them to give me a head start and I would meet them outside at the entrance to the corridor leading to the rooms. By the time I’d reached it they were coming out from the bar across the patio towards me and I remember taking deep breaths to try and calm myself and slow the trembling. We all set off again together and our footsteps echoed in the corridor. I also remember wondering if Jayne could hear the noise getting closer and if it was exhilarating her as it was me. Reaching the door I knocked gently and just as Fode and David neared I heard the key clunking and turning and I knew straight away that she had been waiting for our arrival.I turned the door handle and opened it allowing David then Fode in first, and then I slipped in behind closing the door and instinctively locking it at the same time. As I looked into the room, I scrutinised the standing image of my wife and how she’d deliberately readied herself for what was to be a debauched sexual romp with the two black Africans. How Jayne had concealed the transparent dark nylon dressing gown I had no idea and under it she was wearing the full regalia of my favourite hosiery. Black fully fashioned seamed stockings to a multi strap wide suspender belt. She’s also managed to conjure her black corselet top from somewhere and although it was delicate, it was tight and pushed her boobs together and up in the most appealing way. She was wearing the black high heels that she’d danced in and she walked one foot in front of the other towards the tub chair and then leant, resting her hands on the low back and I also noticed she was wearing her “BITCH” choker. The room was quite bright and I could see the attention that she’d put into her make up. It was manikin like and she had made a huge effort for them. It was clear that she wanted to please them and present herself as appealingly as she could and she’d managed it perfectly having achieved a classic “SLUT” look with long false eye lashes and huge kohl eyes, high blushed cheekbones and luscious red lips accentuated with a perfect dark liner. David went straight too her and as she stooped over the chair he began examining her with his hands starting on her bum and working his way down her legs and inner thighs. Jayne put her hand out for Fode who stepped forward chuckling. As he straightened her up she looked past him towards me and asked me if I was pleased and I could only tell her that she looked fantastic.Without bahis firmaları an answer she sat down in the tub chair and opened a bottle of nail polish, then carefully began painting her nails. I asked her if we had time for that as I wanted to see the action begin but Jayne looked at the wall clock and then to Fode who said there was plenty of time. It frustrated me but added to the excitement and I decided to try and keep patient. The air conditioning unit was noisy but welcomingly cooling and I was sat in the direct stream of the cool air. Fode and David were removing their clothes which in itself added to the atmosphere but I asked them both not to rush her and let Jayne take the lead. I told them that she would let them know when she was ready and then they could have what they wanted. Jayne thanked me with a distasteful sarcasm that I found strangely pleasing. In fairness, she knew exactly what I enjoyed and wanted to see and hear.As the men were casually moving about the room Jayne finished her nails and was waving her hands lightly to help the bright red varnish dry. I remember grinning and I asked her to say something that would shock and stimulate me, something filthy and disgusting that would get the boys going.She asked me “what like?” with a bemused tone which irritated me instantly as at the time I felt her comment was idiotic considering she was dressed like a whore in a hotel room with two huge and highly aroused black men. I simply asked her to introduce to me what was going to happen, to titillate and arouse me. I told her to tell me why she was there and to “act up” to the situation a little.Standing up she walked over to the bed and turned down the covers adjusting the pillows into the centre then she walked over to David and Fode who where now undressed both down to their shorts. She took their hands and stood between them and at once my heart rate accelerated and I could feel the pounding in my chest because I knew that whatever was coming would be so stimulating. Jayne then asked me if I remembered about the surprise she had mentioned to me earlier and told me that Fode and David had helped her with it.She went to the dresser and rummaged in her purse and the bag for a few things. She brought out a large handful of foil Durex packets, a tube of Vaseline and a neatly folded piece of paper and placing these to one side on the circular table, she then removed another mascara pencil and her Mores taking the lighter and tossing it to David who caught it. Looking at me she slowly removed one of the long brown cigarettes from the pack and walked over to the circular table picking up the folded note before strutting towards David with her Cigarette poised. He flicked the lighter and Jayne took the light, taking a delicate puff on the cigarette then turned back towards me. I was captivated and loving it, anticipating the next move but in my wildest imagination I couldn’t have guessed the surprise she’d arranged behind my back. Suddenly, I became aware of the echo of footsteps and low voices in the dark corridor outside and a few seconds later, completely unexpected, there was a loud rapping knock on the door which traumatized me instantly. Without even realising I’d jumped out of my chair and allsorts of thoughts ran through my head at terrific speed, the hotel Manager, the police, but casually David walked to the door and unlocked it. He opened it and immediately an unrecognised tall and heavily built black guy walked lazily into the room and even more shockingly, he was followed by a succession of others. They entered quietly, filling and spreading around the room. Fode meanwhile directed them to one side and the other as I stood totally in awe. They showed an immediate interest in Jayne as she stood isolated in the centre of the room. Some conversation began amongst them in Creole and I also heard the door slam shut and the familiar turning of the key in the lock then the heavy bolt being pushed across..Still aghast and confused I surveyed around the room counting f******n new guests of differing ages but the majority all physically large men. David pushed his way through and seemed to bark out commands to them and they quietened a little. I looked towards Jayne unable to speak but mouthed the words“Jesus Fucking Christ” and she answered quite arrogantly asking me if I liked the surprise.I couldn’t find the strength to respond and simply gazed back amongst the group. Slowly she backed up to the table and rested against it widening her stance then with her free hand she began to lightly touch her mound through the material of her thong whilst still staring at me with her eyes narrowed in an expression of ultimate expectation.Raising the smouldering cigarette, she took a deliberately long and sultry pull from the More and after exhaling the smoke she asked me above the increasing voices if I could work it. I stood dumbfounded but understood these men were here for one thing and it thrilled me beyond belief. Then as the men mingled about the room poring over her she described the situation perfectly, stating “This was your idea” and that it was what I had wanted to see done to her. She told me that she’d asked Fode if he could arrange it the same day I’d walked in on them and he’d found a group of blokes from the docks to come and do it to her.I nodded breathlessly as she took another slow puff on her More. After exhaling she looked around the room and at the men. Some had slouched on the bed and chairs. A few stood scrutinizing her and as her gaze returned to me. She placed a hand on her hip and with a quietened voice she cautiously asked again if I fully understood that when it started they were going to gang fuck her. No condoms, no stopping, and no pulling out.family planning“They’re going to gang **** a baby into me” she added with that now familiar enthusiastic drawl, “A black baby” emphasising and placing a common tartish slant to her normally polite voice. She gave me a few moments to come to terms with her statement then finished the conversation adding “I’m going to get my arse fucked too”Jayne looked flushed and exuberant then she told me I should only watch at first but when they got going, I might want to direct them to do certain things to her. During our pillow talk fantasies Jayne had enjoyed hearing how I wanted to see her interracially gang fucked and describing to her how a group of black men would fuck her.A big cock in her mouth, one in her cunt and another shoved hard and deep up her well lubricated arsehole.I was wondering how far she could possibly go with this but I was also perversely thoroughly enjoying it. I’d decided that I would take full advantage of her consent in being a black mans party slut.Jayne had clearly gotten into the part and her motions and speech quickened. She took another puff of her More and pointing at the men on her right and smiling, she said“They’re all going to take a turn at fucking your wife, what do you think about that!!”I loved her use of the phrase and all I could mumble was that I’d like to see them doing it, the words coming out in a feeble and nervous voice.The last sentence she used in the build up to the sexual onslaught she was describing was totally convincing. She passed Fode the folded note and he opened it. Smiling and nodding, he showed it to David who also sniggered and explained the content to the rest before it was handed around the others and finally to me.The voices of the men rose as they began joking and jeering amongst themselves and Looking at the note I immediately realised that it was the same note she’d given to Fode three nights earlier. It was abundantly obvious that she’d given the potential of this situation some serious and calculated consideration and she reinforced the pretence of her impregnation placing her hands on David’s shoulders and saying“Tell them I want fucking full of black African sperm. Tell them I want to be pregnant to a black man and I want them to gang fuck a Nigger baby into me….. I don’t care whose it is”As I looked back up to her she was smiling and nodding then she turned and faced a huge young guy who cautiously moved towards her to kiss her. Then it started.Fode took her cigarette while she was involved in prolonged French kissing with the unnamed guy. Jayne embraced him and he held her tight against him almost lifting her off her feet. Almost immediately another of the group moved forward and slipped his hand down the back of her knickers squeezing her arse and in an instant he’d somehow worked a finger into her crack. I heard her moan even above the chattering of the men and from behind I could see Jayne’s hand working its way into David’s shorts and I realised that she was masturbating him in her upturned hand whilst she did french with the young guy. Fode meanwhile mounted the bed and gestured his hand in a circular motion telling the rest to undress and move forward. Several simply dropped their shorts and obliged copying him. Still standing on the bed, Fode tapped the new guy on the shoulder and nattered at him to let Jayne go. The guy did somewhat reluctantly and dragged her towards the bed before he moved slightly out of the way.Then Fode, with his prick jutting out, shoved it toward her face. I stood and moved around for a side view and looking through a gap in the crowding black limbs to see Fode’s fat cock enter Jayne’s mouth with her still tugging at David’s heavy penis. Almost as soon as Fode’s cock passed her lips the mood changed and it was as though she had incited the rest of them.Instantly, several of the men simultaneously began mauling her. Another huge guy took her free hand and placed his cock in it encouraging her to masturbate him. Then a few seconds later she was pushed from behind and the tangle of body’s with Jayne in the centre, appeared to sink down onto the bed.Jayne somehow managed to kneel precariously on the edge with Fode, now squatting, holding her head and pumping his tool into her mouth. She still tugged at the cocks in her hands which did give her some balance but then a bald heavy set guy side stepped in behind her and pushed her down further. I heard her grunt with the force of the shove then his hands went to the thin string material of her knickers and he pulled them down past her stocking tops. The material stretched taught between her widened thighs and he cupped her cunt with his broad rough hand. He began to frig her with a thick finger and she responded noisily, louder than the muttering of the men. Strangely, they seemed to have quietened down as the intensity began to build and they appeared content to watch the scene unfolding. Most were holding their cocks and stimulating themselves, patiently waiting their turns. Then the heavy set guy turned slightly lining himself up with Jayne from behind and I saw his cock sticking up He was menacingly hard with a slight scimitar curve to his ample thick and veined manhood. Hastily he used a little of his own spittle to lubricate the angry looking helmet then he moved against Jayne and without hindrance guided his black penis into her cunt. As she felt it going in she whelped but Fode pushed his cock back into her mouth while she was penetrated. I listened as the guy spoke jubilantly to his friends in Creole, then he took hold of her by the hips and fucked her.Jayne went into spasm as the unfamiliar cock was shoved hard inside her and the force he was shoving it with was incredible and unrelenting.Fode insisted on making sure her mouth was full while it went on and beckoned to a friend, encouraging him to mount the bed and take his place, then without objection she opened her mouth to take another black strangers cock between her lips. I could see her looking up at this guy, he was maybe late twenties at the most and tall, muscular and well defined. He also had a good sized tool and she started to suck him in an almost ravenous fashion. The vigorous fucking she was on the end of caused her to let go of David and his friend and she fell forward onto all fours resting on her hands and knees. This only allowed a deeper penetration which made her scream but it wasn’t sustained. The heavy set bloke had fucked her for about a minute and a half but the excitement of the situation was overwhelming and without warning or notice he ejaculated fully inside her. I realised by the satisfied tone of her moans and she continued until she felt his orgasm subside. He didn’t linger and once he was finished he simply pulled out and moved through the rest of the waiting men picking up his shorts on the way.There was no delay before another well hung black dock worker took his place and with his already heavy errection, he found Jayne’s cunt, slid in his cock and commenced fucking her in a similar manner. This time the entry wasn’t as difficult and she accepted him fully before taking another mouthful of black prick.Some of the men began to queue by the bed and at her side waiting to be sucked off or to fuck her and I was afforded a clear view of her performance.I sat down in the chair and watched her on her knees suck off a line of men while she took another five loads of black semen in her cunt before the position became to tiring.After the fifth ejaculation the mass inside her was obviously becoming uncomfortable and she rolled over onto her side. I could see she was panting and perspiring despite the AC belting out on full. She managed to look at me and quite sternly asked if I was watching! As though I needed any reminding but I couldn’t think of an answer. In any case another of the larger blacks quickly got between her legs and pushed her up the bed before mounting her and giving her an unrelenting fuck with immediate hard jolting strokes.The bed started screeching and knocking hard and loudly against the plaster wall and Jayne’s chorus of moans and cries rose to such a volume that it concerned me that it’d attract attention from the hotel staff. Strangely the fact that she was being vigorously and noisily fucked by a 17 stone black man didn’t seem to concern the rest.Jayne was still taking the rough fucking when she reached out to me and I sat forward hearing her say “Oh ..he’s fucking huge inside me” and then the guy went at it again pumping deep into her. She responded by hooking her legs over his big black arse and embracing him, she hung on. The big tattooed Nigger shagged her that until Fode tagged him for a go on her. He replied back to Fode in Creole which was obviously aggressive and then with a definite seriousness on his face he collapsed onto Jayne and continued his ploughing strokes. Jayne remained clamped to him but suddenly she opened her hands and her fingers spread wide apart, quivering and indicating that something was happening.The guy was determined to spunk in her and with a few more strokes he was ejaculating and was she really feeling it. She began crying out and then she confirmed what we all assumed was happening. There was a pinnacle as he reached his release; she felt the full force of his ejaculation as he emptied his heavy black balls into her. Although it was exactly what she had asked for, it was monumental because we both realised that these men were genuinely intent on impregnating her.Regardless, it was fascinating and immensely enjoyable watching her. Jayne wept genuine tears when her eventually slowed and pulled out but she began to laugh with a fatigued drawl when I asked her if she’d enjoyed that ! Fode sat her up and helped her remove the nylon gown and both of us looked at Jayne’s raw slit as she investigated it. Pulling her at clit with her forefinger caused a torrential surge of thick gooey semen to ooze from her cunt and I spoke without thinking saying not to spill it.Jayne was quivering and shaking with shock and excitement and hurriedly said that she wanted Fode’s cock inside her next.She quite calmly lay back against the piled pillows and put out her hand for him. I imagined at the time that he’d want at least some form of clean up but he simply disregarded the mess inside her and with his already erect cock he climbed between her legs and lifted them up and over his shoulders.I couldn’t wait to see it and watched in awe as he placed his bulbous spade against her opening and spread into her.Jayne winced as his thick black tool sank into her tunnel but it didn’t dissuade him and he began to shaft her deep and hard. His rhythm and vigour was powerful and aggressive but she was clearly a little looser now and certainly well lubricated deep in her cunt which seamed to help her take it easier. Despite that, she still grunted and gasped, struggling with his weight and bulk as he banged his tool into her. The angle he was entering her and with her legs almost over her head, I knew his cock was at least in the neck of her cervix. This had been a new bodily sensation for her with Fode and with his weight behind his deep hard humping he managed to penetrate her there and within a few minutes she was close to a high state of arousal. I was holding one leg and David held the other as Fode fucked her relentlessly. David also began to explore her breasts and was joined by another of the dockworkers who pulled down the light corselet to let her boobs jiggle with Fode’s thrusts. I recognised Jayne’s familiar breathing patterns and expression, knowing that she was on the cusp of an orgasm and I added a few choice phrases to the situation like “Do you like fucking black men”And through the humping she managed a distressed “ Uhh.. Uhh.. Uhh yessssss” with her eyes shut.My next classic was “do you like having your cunt full of black men’s spunk” and she gave out a little moan of pleasure but no answer so I pressed on with “Tell him what you want Jayne”There was a tension waiting for an answer but to my total astonishment and joy she took the punishment Fode was giving her and whimpered between the jolts “ I want …” adding “…their spunk” As she said it she lost control and succumbed to her orgasm. It had been a monumental build up but with Fode deep inside her she gave in, uncontrolled and unashamed. He knew she was in deep pleasure and he banged her hard making her scream with ecstasy. Within a dozen or so strokes he began to spew inside her, grunting with harsh and sharp jolting thrusts. She felt that too and cried out again several times as his load was rammed into her cervix and mixed with the others.Jayne later described the sensation as a jagged piercing pain that dulled into a warm swelling. The exquisite satisfaction was a combination of the illicit filthy sex and the absurd interracial desire. The emotions caused more confusion and this time as Fode released her legs she wept openly on her back with her hands holding her stomach.I was confused and idiotically asked her if she was alright. She nodded and said she was okay, asking for a drink. I passed her wine and she took a sip, then giving back the glass she opened her legs and again investigated her crimson slit.I held her leg at her thigh just on her stocking welt and selfishly pulled her legs apart. As she pushed down on her clit, the thick messy goo oozed from her clit and she asked me if that’s what I’d wanted to see, then thankfully she laughed through the tears.Even at this point I knew there was more to come as half of Fode’s dock workers still hadn’t fucked her.She shuffled on her bum to the edge of the bed and David was there to help her onto her feet. I asked for another look at her pussy and she turned bending and placed her hand between her legs while their filthy fertile mess was about to drip from her. David realised and unbelievably reached for a flute wine glass on the table then swiftly he positioned it between Jayne’s legs as she settled into a shallow squat.At first a thick gooey globule dropped heavily into the glass but that was instantly followed by an unbroken glutinous stream of pearlescent runny spunk.The pouring sticky rope seemed to be continuous and the amount of sperm that finally settled in the flute was astonishing. Jayne was equally intrigued and pulled her clit up with her forefinger and pushed a final time to expel a final few drips.Neither of us was prepared for what the men actually expected of her next. Fode pulled up a chair and taking Jayne by her upper arm he pulled her a little roughly and more or less plonked her down in it. The he chattered to his co workers and a rumble of approval went around them, at the same time David thrust the flute towards Jayne’s face offering her the glass. Fode made a tipping gesture with his hand to her and we both immediately understood that Jayne was being told to swallow the cocktail of sperm.I was astounded by his proposition and the thought of her doing it instantaneously intoxicated me. With some encouragement going on in the background from the rest I felt as though I was sinking away and calmly I returned to the chair.As I sat down I saw Jayne straighten in the chair and cross her legs. She rearranged her corselet top and brushed her hair a little neater with her fingers then sighing, she reached for the glass.She held it up in her hand, studying it. Some of the men drew closer, some knelt on the bed but all were watching and waiting to see if the white woman would do it. To my unbelievable surprise she sniffed the contents of the flute then brought the glass to her lips but paused. After a moment of consideration she tilted her head back and slowly tipped the contents into her mouth. The sticky mass ran from the glass and the iridescent white sperm poured in slick stream over her tongue and lips and I remember thinking how much of it there was. As the glass emptied she placed the rim to her lips and swallowed its contents in two audible gulps. Jayne shuddered and brought the glass away quickly with a loud gasp and held it up to Fode triumphantly. There was no report from the rest just an appreciation that she’d done it and her only reward was David passing her a towel. Jayne wiped her mouth with it which removed what remained of her lipstick. Some drinks were handed around although I wasn’t offered one. I did get up and pass Jayne her wine when three of the men petitioned Fode with sympathetic tones and hand gestures. David explained without being asked that they were complaining that they hadn’t fucked her yet and they wanted to continue. Some of the others supported them obviously not wanting to miss their chance to fuck a white wife. Fode complied and with a hand from one of the men lifted her from the chair and I watched in confusion as she was helped towards the table. Jayne wiped herself with the towel then at Fode’s insistence, she turned to the mirror and began to repair her makeup while it was explained to the rest the local language that she was available to all of them.She took a few minutes to sort herself out and I could see that a few of the black Dockers were getting a little rowdy and impatient. Fode approached her and had a short whispered conversation with her while she applied her lip liner. It was intriguing but I knew that there was more excitement to come as several of the men were still erect and obviously egger to have intercourse with her.I watched her checking herself in the mirror and stepped up to her telling her that she’d been amazing. After she’d finished touching up her lipstick, she turned to me and in a matter of fact way said that if I’d liked that, I would love what was coming next. She blew me a kiss then she simply put down the makeup bag and strode past me towards the bed. Walking past a biggish guy, she reached out grabbing his cock and pulled him with her to the bed. She climbed fully onto the mattress and rolled onto her back with the bloke following her. He looked the oldest of all of them and definitely the darkest skinned. He was naked apart from his boots and a pair of round rim spectacles that suited his large round face. We later discovered it was David’s uncle. Jayne widened her legs for him and without hesitation he mounted her, guiding his tool inside her then hooking his arms under her back and over her shoulders. The sound of her wincing as he shoved his cock inside her was loud enough to hear over the chattering voices then he settled his weight on her and began to fuck her with a slow but definitely purposeful pace. Jayne managed to lift her legs and lock her ankles over his back. Then with her eyes shut, she had a look of deep concentration on her face.His face was only inches from hers and he was fixated, clearly fascinated and aroused by her appealing makeup and watching her expression changing as he shoved at the end of his stroke. I saw Jayne’s hands reach along his sides and she dug her red fingernails into the fleshy part of his upper backside and as he felt it, he gripped her tighter in the hug and began speaking in a determined low guttural voice. He spoke slowly and in French repeating the words. “ Vous baise blanc salope ” One of the men repeated it in English saying “He’s telling you that you are a slut, a white bitch”The words excited Jayne and shuddering with anticipation she grasped the cheeks of his buttocks and began pulling him into her. Her reaction animated him and he lowering his face almost to hers he growled in Creole“Vous devez baise dur de votre bétaillère” The statement caused a reaction in the room and after a few moments I asked David over the noise what had just been said. David, almost chuckling replied that his uncle had just said that “Your wife needs fucking up her arsehole”.Suddenly the uncle pulled out of her and he and two others manhandled her over onto her belly. Jayne wasn’t sure what was happening at first but then assumed that the older guy was going to fuck her on all fours and without further coaxing or persuasion she mounted the bed over a corner and settled with her backside in the air and her torso down against the duvet. Wriggling to get a more comfortable position she rested with her arms folded under her face. Fode had picked up the Vaseline without me seeing and suddenly tossed it to one of the men who had complained about not yet getting a turn and he began removing the screw cap. As though a signal had been given Jayne was mounted again by David’s uncle and he began slamming into her again with deep purposeful strokes. The guy holding the Vaseline standing at her side unscrewed the cap and when he squeezed the lubricant onto the pads of his pink fingertips I understood immediately that she was going to be sodomised.I held a vacant delirious expression on my face and I recall suddenly finding Jayne’s gaze. We held the eye contact as the lubricated finger was placed with sudden shock against her anus and her eyes widened as she suddenly realised that her arsehole was now in their focus. The finger was rotated and pushed in and she winced burying her face down into the bed.The uncle shooed the guy away and removed his cock from her cunt then brought it up the crack of her arse succeeding in getting the tip against her sphincter before she went crazy, thrashing her arms and screaming. She shouted loudly and angrily “use a fucking rubber” which instigated some of the others to reach for condoms. Packets were torn and the snap of elastic alerted Jayne to the fact they were actually going to use them and she realised as well as I did that it only meant one thing as she’d made it abundantly clear earlier that they only had to wear a condoms for anal intercourse. Moments later a really stocky and very muscular man with a huge latex covered errection pushed his way in shoving David’s uncle out of the way but despite the laughter, the squabbling and raised voices he took position behind Jayne and grabbed her by her hips. He pulled her back towards him and guided his cock into her oiled snatch. She wailed as she felt him but he only maintained three or four deep strokes before removing his cock from her.Taking his tool in his hand he guided himself between her reddened bum cheeks and pushed the head against her sphincter. Jayne immediately came up off the bed on to all fours in apprehension and looking behind she watched him teasing the tip of his cock into her rectum. I realised that he’d used the semen in her pussy as an additional lubricant but even so she screamed as the tip entered her. She flopped down again but with her head angled and a real expression of anguish on her face. From my position I could see his thick cock bend in an arc as it met her resistance but inevitably his mass overcame the tightness and his circumference forced its way into her arse. He groaned and Jayne shrieked as he fucked his way into her backside, first slow and easy but he soon developed a much more aggressive rhythm to which she yelped on each inward stroke. Holding her by her hips he pulled her hard back onto his cock and gave her at least a good two dozen powerful humps before withdrawing, frantically, ripping off the condom and replacing his tool into her cunt with equal vigour until he shot his load. When he’d finished with her he simply pulled out and turned away looking for his clothes. There was no recognition, no gratitude or anything else, not that there was times as another tall slim guy with a very thick looking cock moved behind her. He also briefly put his cock in her cunny and when he withdrew from her well ****d gash, the latex glistened and shone with a sticky film of semen. Without hesitation he guided his cock up Jayne’s arse with a slow decisive stroke and she squealed. He wiped his sticky hand on her back inconsiderately before settling into her and giving her a thorough and deep arse fucking to the encouragement of several others including David’s uncle who was rolling a rubber onto his still hard member. I approached the bed with an almost subconscious movement and sat at the headboard. Jayne’s head was down and being jolted by the hard humping but she slowly raised it and while she was gripping the sheets tightly with both hands with that half agony, half ecstasy look on her face, she looked at me with a delirious smile and uttered “He’s in my arse” all I could think of to say was “ and you love it don’t you” She didn’t answer but nodded through the rapidly increasing pounding. Suddenly the guy pulled out of her and the familiar fumble went on as he pealed the condom from his shaft.He threw the used rubber onto her back and plunged his cock back into her cunt and fucked her until he spunked, shooting his semen into her with the rest. Her vocalisation altered only momentarily as she realised what was happening although there was a distinctly more pleasurable tone to her sighs and gasps, particularly when she felt his sperm spreading inside her. Fode wasn’t content with the progress or evidently her position over the edge of the bed and encouraged the guy to move away as he’d “used her”He pulled away jubilant and Jayne was immediately hoisted further up onto the mattress this time with Fode insisting that another of the group lay back on the bed. A slightly chubby older guy mounted the bed and pulled down his underpants. His cock was already engorged but not fully hard. Seeing it, Jayne reached out and as she shuffled on her knees upward she took his cock and began to masturbate him vigorously. She was panting and uttered “come on” as she jerked his ample tool before greedily descending on it, taking him deep in her mouth. This gave her a little respite from the carnal fucking but it was short lived as the bloke hardened and under Fode’s instructions flopped back on the bed with his head close to my knee. He reached for a pillow to support his head and beckoned Jayne to straddle him. She responded slowly, almost laboriously but cautiously she climbed over him supporting herself with her arms outstretched on his chest. Semen was dripping from her sex but it didn’t stop him and He guided his cock into her slit apparently unperturbed by the oozing mess and she settled down onto him with a loud groan. Without any coaxing she began to grind herself back and forth onto him and he held her hips occasionally running his rough black hands over her stocking tops and creamy thighs. Two into one will go I knew that this position was being prepared for only one thing and it certainly wasn’t solely intended for Jayne’s pleasure. Fode moved through the watching group and climbed onto the bed standing behind Jayne. She realised immediately and just sighed with the anticipation. He was wearing a condom that only covered a little over half of his thick shaft and I felt the bed groan under the weight of the four of us as he shuffled forward and squatted. Suddenly and quite rudely, David climbed onto the bed pushing me off it with a gesture. He was completely naked and sporting a huge hard on. I was shocked but enthralled and stood up with the others as he straddled the pillows and took a handful of Jayne’s hair. He pushed her head down and the guy she was straddling embraced her tightly clasping her torso to his chest. Then Fode pinned her further down with a big hand in the small of her back and with his free hand, he guided his hard black rubber covered cock into the opening of her arsehole. She screamed uncontrollably as he went in. Her body was already accommodating one heavy and pulsing tool in her sore but slippery cunt and despite the lubricating she struggled to take Fode with any form of ease. David barked at her to relax and she completely bowed under the assault. Fode shoved again and with each stroke managed to overcome her tightness until he was well inside her. Then with encouragement from David the two began to plough her in unison and Jayne went into rapture. There were cheers and laughter from the others as Jayne was being double ****d and David sensing that she was being compliant lifted her head and offered his cock to her mouth. Almost drunkenly Jayne took it and sucked the thick shaft with concentration. The grip around her middle was relaxed and she lifted her self up taking David’s cock with her free hand and masturbating him with a realistic energy as she sucked him off. Every now and then double penetration caused a discomfort but she composed herself, returning to David’s cock and soon several others that were jutted at her from the side of the bed. Once again I was edged out and struggled to clearly see the scene as she circle sucked the group. Fortunately Fode afforded some movement as he withdrew and swiftly moved forward at a frantic pace nudging David out of the way. I moved into the gap to see Fode remove his condom and push his cock to her lips.He began to masturbate himself almost hysterically and she opened her mouth allowing him to rest the head of his cock on her tongue while at the same time another of the men took position behind her and slid his cock up her arse.As he went in Jayne was shoved forward and Fode’s cock went into her mouth. She coughed and then gagged just as the humping started again and as her body began that forceful jolting again a thick gooey mess spewed out down over her chin. Fode growled then with a spasm, ejaculated in her mouth and she took it as best she could, coughing, swallowing and gulping his gooey spunk. He continued to squeeze and purge his load into her mouth until he’d completely emptied his testicles then as he stepped back I could see her mouth smeared with his sperm and a thick pearlescent glob running over her bottom lip and down her chin.Jayne still grunted at the end of each thrust she was taking in her cunt and arse and throughout she looked at me with a wanton expression. Her gaze was disturbed when somebody else approached and masturbating, he ejaculated unannounced several heavy jets of sperm into her face.She flinched as a thick rope landed with some force across her eye and nose but instinctively she opened her mouth to catch a stray jet of semen. The successive spurts landed in her face and as his ejaculation faded the wanton look returned. It was obvious at that point that Jayne was becoming exhausted and I was staggered at how long the session was going on. I’d estimate after the initial gang intercourse, perhaps 45 minutes, the anal sex and double penetration had now been going on for over 20 minutes. It was becoming clear to Fode too that she was wearing out and I motioned towards David’s Uncle who was still waiting for his turn with her. It took a little persuasion but Fode managed to control the men and she was dismounted by the guy who was arse fucking her, then released by the one she was straddling. Wearily she crawled backwards off the bed holding out a hand for support but she was grabbed by the Uncle who pulled her roughly, almost off balance and just about flung her forward over the back of a tub chair. He got behind her shoving her violently back down as she tried to straighten up. Then he barked something out to two others who moved forward and held her in position, keeping her bent over while he widened her legs and situated himself behind.I watched as he fumbled and purposely guided his hard, fat and angry looking cock into her arse and as it went in Jayne tried to straighten, pushing herself up on her hands. She gasped “(((Oh fuck…)))” as he gave the first deep penetrative shove, then reaching forward the Uncle took hold of her by the shoulders pulling her back and with ramming strokes, began to sodomized her. He’d been waiting and obviously wanting to do this to her but the anticipation and excitement took its toll with him lasting only a few minutes and the anal fuck didn’t last long. Jayne bawled, encouraging him in English to continue as she concentrated on his rhythmic humping and her expression showed the unbelief but delirious pleasure on her face. Spontaneously and contrary to the others the uncle succumbed and ejaculated while fucking her up the arse. When he eventually withdrew, his semen had filled the teat of his rubber.Jayne was just about collapsed over the chair panting and looked close to tears but jovially the uncle removed the condom and tipped the contents into the crack of her arse much to the amusement of some of the others. He began to massage his gooey discharge into her clit even pushing some of the escaping sperm back inside her. Then he helped her up and she was given a towel which she wiped the mess from her face and bottom then a large welcome drink of wine was passed to her which she quaffed.I was only a few feet away and I asked her if she was okay. Jayne replied that she just needed a rest then she would be fine although I could see she was trembling and unsteady on her feet. She commented on David’s Uncle being a big rough bastard but that he knew what he wanted.Jayne looked around wiping her eyes then asked me how many had she done? I told her almost all of them although some hadn’t come yet. She unfolded the towel and wiped her face again. Then she straightened he stockings and adjusted her cleavage in her underwear. A couple of the men jostled her and were trying to restart the physical communion but I protested and Fode joined in, insisting in a loud jabbering voice for them to leave her alone until she was ready. Jayne sought out her makeup bag and with trembling hands re applied her eyeliner in the mirror.Then she repaired the rest of her makeup and finally popped her lipstick to retouch her mouth. When she’d finished she turned to me and asked me if I was alright. I was genuinely exhausted but enthralled by her outrageous performance. Jayne just kept pushing the boundaries and the extravagance of the situation and participating the most shameful things. Definitely my most shocking fantasies and desires were being satisfied and I was searching for the next debauched level to sample and satisfy my appetite.I held her hand as she mentioned for the first time that she was a bit uncomfortable and she wanted me to make sure they used plenty of Vaseline if they fucked her in the her arse again. Thrilled I asked her if that’s what she wanted but she leant towards me and whispered “I want a baby remember. Quickly I motioned for Fode to join our conversation and she told him the same and I added that I would like to see her fucked on her back, on the bed, one after the other.Obligingly he clapped his hands together and babbled out how the ceremony would progress then taking her by her hand he lead her back to the bed and sat her down on the edge. Willingly she lay back with her arms by her side and her legs over the edge and it took only seconds for the first of the mass to clamber on top of her again. Within a few seconds she was being fucked again and as the man pumped his cock into her Fode, David and one of the others vocally put some order into the rest and a line of semi naked blacks formed in an orderly queue.I hadn’t counted the number of men prior to the new found order, being more fascinated by the physical stature of most. Now a line of the black dock workers were queued up waiting to take a turn and inseminate Jayne while one was fucking her.I heard the familiar guttural tone from Jayne as she felt sperm being jetted into her then as soon as the man had finished and removed himself the next took his place and fucked her again hard, relentless and unprotected.It took another half an hour for all of them to go through her and during she had a series of content orgasms.As the last black cock was spewing its dangerous hot load into her cunt I’d made the mental note that she’d taken at least fifteen loads inside her and their sperm was mixed deep inside her in a heavy and dangerously fertile mass. I wondered in all honesty if her contraceptive pill could actually defend her against it.As each man finished with her they made way for the next and got dressed and the majority simply left not even bothering to thank or say goodbye to either of us. There was some cursory communication between some of the others. I wasn’t too disturbed and to be honest when the room emptied I noticed the room door wide open. I got up to close it and looking towards the bed Jayne was being fucked by a large barrel chested guy who we later found out was named Bam. With less distraction in the room I could begin to appreciate and properly consider what we had experienced.When I returned to my chair I could see that Bam was taking his time and savouring her. To my pleasure he was fucking Jayne over the edge of the bed with her legs up over his shoulders and her ankles around his neck and she was almost bent double. She had a contorted expression on her face and with her mouth open she was quietly sighing, almost whimpering in time with his strokes and his rhythm was long and deep although much less aggressive than some of the others had been. The reason became clear when I saw the tube of Vaseline lying on the bed next to them and I looked to see where he had his cock. He was fucking my wife in her arse and she was allowing it, without a condom. His cock was thick and glistened as it was slowly plunged and pulled from her sphincter. His slow inward strokes were displacing semen from her pussy and it ran in a sticky white mess from her cunt and down over each side of his slow pistoning cock and dripped from the crack of her bum onto the floor. Jayne was fully participating in the anal fuck and had hold of his massive thigh with one hand, pulling him into her. She was shuddering and deeply concentrating and rubbing her clit franticly with the fingers of her free hand and I could only watch as she absorbed it.A couple of minutes later her breathing began to change and become more juddering with the quickening pace and then she grimaced and cried out as she felt the surging agony of Bam ejaculating in her arse. She lifted her backside up to meet him as he suddenly quickened and deepened his penetration into her.Bam grunted pinning her down and rammed her half a dozen times making her squeal and after he’d completely emptied his load in her he simply released her legs and colapsed on her while she caressed him, rubbing his muscular back and buttocks. When he was ready he pulled his spent cock out of her and as he withdrew, a thick globule of semen oozed from her crimson rose bud before her muscle could contract. Sperm also seeped uncontrollably from her raw slit until eventually he climbed off her. Jayne instantly rolled on her side bringing he knees up in the familiar foetal position which induced an even more exaggerated discharge. Spunk was seeping from her anus and pussy and she began sobbing. Instantly I went to her and asked if she was alright and angrily asked if he’d hurt her.She held my hand and said not and that she was only crying because the whole thing had excited her so much and she’d lost control over it. Through the sobs she told me that she wanted Bam to fuck her in her arse without wearing a Durex. She confessed that she was so out of control with the pleasure of that last orgasm she wanted him to cum in her arse.Ten minutes later Jayne had composed herself and was in the shower and only David, Fode and I were left in the room. I sat silently with a large JD, My hand trembling with the exhilaration. Eventually David and Fode began a conversation of which I could only pick out a few of the English words such as… Tomorrow… next year UK…. Jayne…. ….Jayne opened the bathroom door and asked me for her bag and insensitively I asked what she needed from it. She wanted her change of clothes for the ride home and especially a panty liner as she later explained, she had semen leaking from her. Once she felt confident and clean enough we packed up everything apart from her stockings which were ruined with sperm stains. Jayne consigned them to the bin wrapped in a plastic bag. Then with a lst look around Fode escorted us from the room into the cool corridor and we said goodbye to David.Jayne gave him a tight hug and he kissed her quite tenderly on her lips which was contrasting as he’d been slamming his cock up her arse about an hour earlier.Fode’s suggestion of the bar was instantly refused by us both and I insisted that we needed to get back to the apartment complex immediately.It requires little imagination to express how uncomfortable Jayne was during the ride back to the Cameyenne, compounded by the tiredness, bumpy roads, her obvious soreness and the silence, with only Fode speaking occasionally. At the hotel I insisted to Fode that we would prefer to be on our own for the rest of the evening, it was actually 03.00am in the morning. Once back in the cool privacy of the room I showered and Jayne joined me to open our hearts and clear the air. She was extremely sore but despite it she cleaned herself again thoroughly removing and rinsing any of the remaining mess from her sex. The second shower and moisturising helped her feel fresher and able to sleep. We were both exhausted, physically and emotionally and fell into sleep easily holding hands.I woke at six to the wailing of the local Shaman but went back to sleep not stirring again until 11.00. Jayne had been up for a while and was sipping a cup of coffee still in her night shirt on the patio. I expected good morning but the first thing she said to me was that she simply couldn’t sit on an aeroplane seat for 8 hours. She told me she felt as though she’d been repeatedly punched in her stomach and she was really tender.She’d woken up with an awfully sore pussy and rectum and the thought of the airport, flight and journey home was abhorrent but as the morning progressed, she eased a little but I soon realised that perhaps a long haul on a packed jet wasn’t the kind of reward she deserved for being such a willing and satisfying wife.I did the packing and as usual I was ready to go hours before even needing to be at the airport. I was mildly dreading Fode’s arrival, anticipating David in tow and both of us expecting another fuck fest with Jayne for good measure. I’d recovered some of my ardour and despite the headache I’d had since waking, the previous evening’s activities were stimulating me enough to contemplate the idea however as I pride myself with not being a complete idiot, I understood that it was out of the question because of the soreness of her distressed sex.We managed to make it to the pool for a few hours and then a light mid afternoon salad. Jayne had no appetite and lay in the shade on a lounger for the most and when we decided that it was time to consider the trip to the airport she reminded me again about the ghastly flight to Paris and the connection to London, then the car journey home.I‘d already considered the options and we went through to the room and changed. I had that surreal feeling as we sat in the hotel lobby waiting for the driver which turned out to be Kemo, the man who’d shown us around earlier in the week. I was really surprised that we’d not seen or heard from Fode and at the time a little disappointed. Jayne had mentioned his absence but was keeping tight lipped.I was also pleased that the airport is only a short drive and I know Jayne was dreading the return journey. Kemo wouldn’t shut up which was irritating but he was only being friendly and it was a relief to reach the airport complex and get out of the car. I did give him a good tip though and he went off delighted and happy.As we entered the lobby we had to look for the air France desk and as we approached it I recognised Fode standing and looking at us. He smiled, waved and bounced towards us and I notice Jayne’s attitude pick up too.He went straight to her and they cuddled then there was a kiss on the lips, a smile then another kiss, then she bit his lower lip between her teeth gently pulling at him and kissed him again.It ended with them parting but still holding each other at arms length. We shook hands and exchanged numbers and he carried our bag to the check in desk which was unoccupied. He and Jayne stood talking and I located a purser who spoke excellent English. He took me to a service desk and digging deep I asked to upgrade our seats to business class, brandishing my AmEx card. I did brace myself for the bill which was just short of an additional £900 on top of the original flights but then again what would I have paid to see what I had seen?I wanted to surprise Jayne but I couldn’t wait and told her when I rejoined her and Fode. I’ve been honest with Jayne and did tell her I used it to divert some of her attention away from him. An additional benefit was access to the VIP lounge and I was keen to go through and relax there. I admit that I rushed the goodbye with him claiming Jayne back for myself. There were more kisses and handshakes at the departure lounge gate and allsorts of promises that we’d communicate. The VIP lounge was nice. Cool, clean and complementary red wine. We sat comfortably for an hour and a half and although Jayne knew she would have some comfort on the plane, she still wasn’t looking forward to the journey. Regardless as we boarded the Boeing, turning left instead of right was nice and it was comfortable and spacious.The trip home wasn’t all that bad and we both relished that feeling you get when you walk into your house after a holiday. After a couple of days home Jayne had recovered enough for a quiet session of lovemaking in bed as the k**s slept and just as I was about to mount her she passed me a trinket given to her by Fode at Conakry airport.Apparently she was to place it on her belly and it would ensure her c***d would be male, healthy and strong. I found it hugely thrilling, laughing and told her if it doesn’t work we’ll try Jamaica next year……Hope you enjoyed it … Jon & Jayne x

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