The Africa Affair
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Jonathan and Thomas were both at last fully inside her. Thomas pushed his cock forward into her asshole then Jessica would lean forward a little and let Jonathon’s dick slide in and out of her pussy.
Jessica determined the pace they went at it. She started off fairly slow but gained momentum. The look of determination and pleasure on her face never slackened. It was like looking at the face of a marathon runner just before the end of a race. She breathed hard and fast and the sounds that came from her body became loud satisfied moans and deep grunts.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming in your pussy!” shouted Jonathan. Jessica kept right on going, rocking her body back and forth. A few seconds later, Jonathan closed his eyes and drove his hips upwards just a little. Jessica cried out. I lost control and felt my dick spasm as Jonathon’s black cock shot its white sperm into her cunt.
Thomas pulled out as she shook and squirmed. He aimed his big dick right at her body and the cum fell out in short little spurts on her ass and back. Her creamy skin was covered in his semen. The two men stepped away from Jessica as she lay back on the desk, fingering herself to yet another orgasm. As her hips bucked up, Jonathon’s semen fell out of her.
The thought of two loads of cum from two different men filling my wife up was just too much to handle for me. My cock was limp and sore but I tugged at it, knowing it was useless but doing it anyway. My little dribbles of cum had seeped down over the tip of my dick and were now inside my underwear. I looked for a tissue to clean up with but found none.
Disgusted with the mess I had created for myself, I pulled my pants up and felt my cum–filled underwear stick to my crotch.
As the three of them got dressed, I walked over to the door and pulled on the handle. Locked. I went back to the one–way mirror and pounded on it. Jonathan and Thomas looked at each other with a grin.
“Jessica, we can go and treat you to a nice time at our family’s house if you like,” said Thomas.
Jessica’s eyes lit up. “That sounds great!” she said.
Jonathan adjusted the cap on his head. He was back again in uniform and looked perfect for the part of the dour immigrations officer. “Your husband may have to stay here while we sort some things out with his passport,” he said.
I pounded again on the window. “Don’t leave me here!”
Jessica shot a look in my direction and although I knew she couldn’t see me, I felt every tiny shred of her contempt for me.
“That’s fine,” she said. “I completely understand.”
And that was just the very start of our African safari.
Chapter 5
After spending the better part of the day locked in the dark interrogation room, I was discovered by an airport janitor and let loose by myself on the streets of Nairobi. My suitcase had been claimed by Jessica and so I had nothing but my carry–on luggage with me, which consisted of a grand total of an uncharged tablet computer, a novel, and a crumpled five dollar bill that I found at the bottom of the bag.
The latter was just enough to find access to an Internet cafe where I could check my e–mail and perhaps book a flight back home. The trip was a bust and I had probably lost Jessica forever. If so, I had probably earned it through a mixture of my own selfishness and sexual inadequacy.
Checking my messages, I found an email from Jessica with nothing but an address.
I got out of the cafe and hailed a taxi, which took me twenty minutes out of Nairobi to a village full of shacks. After haggling over the price of the fare, the driver took the few coins I had left and drove off in a huff.
When I knocked on the door, Thomas answered and left the door open for me. I walked into the dirty house to a room filled with men who I assumed were locals. They were gathered around in a crowd, watching something in the middle of the room. I stood there confused for a moment and then I heard a familiar moan.
I shouldered my way through the throng of young black guys who held their giant cocks in their hands, stroking them slowly. As I got to the front of the crowd, sure enough, there was Jessica laying on a filthy mattress and getting pounded in all her holes by big erect black penises.
This had gone way too far. Had she gone insane? I threw down my bag on the floor.
“Goddamn it, Jessica!” I shouted. “What the fuck are you doing?”
She ignored me completely. Jessica slurped and licked at one of the dicks in her face while she rode up and down on another. An older black guy with a beard sucked at her tits while he jerked himself off. Thomas stood by the door with a roll of money in his hand, counting it carefully and laughing at me. Jonathan stood nearby on the phone, no doubt calling other men from neighboring villages to come and have a taste of the white woman who was my wife.
Revulsion quickly turned to fear as one of the men grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around.
His eyes were full of threats and he raised a fist to my face. “Wait your turn, my man. We paid good money for this,” he said.
I looked around at the other men who stood before me with their cocks in their hands. Seeing the hungry look in their eyes, I realized that I was alone in a strange place where people disappeared all the time.
I nodded quickly, trying to placate him with a smile. I raised my hands above my head to show him I was no threat. “Okay okay,” I said. “Just don’t hurt me.”
The big man released his grip on me and I was gently led to a corner of the room where I could catch little glimpses of my wife being fucked hard by the entire village of tribesmen.
Jessica groaned and I heard some of the men clap. “Your cum tastes so good,” I heard my wife say. A few seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sound of her gurgling and gagging on a huge dick. Each time she swallowed a load of cum or took a blast of jizz in her pussy or ass, I heard the men clapping and hollering.
After it was all over an hour later, Jessica lay on the mattress covered in semen and sweat. She wore a beautiful angelic smile on her face as slept. I had never seen her so happy before in all our years of marriage. For me, however, the humiliation was complete. It was time to go home. Through my permissiveness, Jessica had not only gone right to the edge of what was acceptable in our marriage – she had leaped over the boundaries.
I sat in the corner of the room for half an hour and waited for her to wake up. She lifted her head up, exhausted. “What is it you want?” she said.
“We need to go home now,” I told her.
“No fucking way,” she said. “You want out? You’ll have to earn it.”
Thomas pointed to the doorway and told me if I didn’t leave right away, he would throw me out. With no money or possessions, I walked out of the house. That night, I slept on a dirty mattress just outside. When I awoke the next morning, Jonathan stood over me.
“Here are the day’s wages for you, my friend,” he said. He threw down a wad of single dollar bills on the ground. I stuffed them into my bag and kneeled on the dusty ground. “Let me go home, man! Just let me go!”
Thomas laughed. “You and your wife are part of the safari now, my friend! You can go when you earn the money to buy a ticket back home. To do that, all you have to do is come in and watch every day. It should only take six months or so at this rate. Your wife will be treated well. She can leave any time – but I wouldn’t count on that. She says she is very happy here.”
And that is the story of how I went on safari in Africa.
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