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APC Ch. 01

By: hubbyhw



APC (African Piece Corp) has been on my mind since I first proposed it. TGTBT was the story chapter I should be writing, but cannot as long as APC screams in my brain. Consider APC a historical novelle with facts interwoven with sexual fantasy. It's been a blast researching Swaziland, the skunk-hole nation of the world. Both M. and I have been contributing a $1.00 a day to a Swaziland orphan for over a decade. Our $365 a year is 16x what her own miserable government gives to her. There are a couple of wonderful charitable organizations, which I'll name, that sure could make good use of your dollars...a buck a day goes a long way is Swaziland.

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Thirty five year old Ken Jensen looked down at his watch reading 6:00 a.m., Chicago time and adjusted it forward to 1:00 p.m. Johannesburg (Joburg) South African time as the 747 approached the flat plain city with the Hillbrow tower welcoming their arrival. Looking at his beautiful, thirty two year old wife, Staci asleep on his arm Ken looked across the aisle smiled over to his best friend Al Swanson, whose equally beautiful thirty one year old wife Heather, was also asleep. Both gave each a thumbs up sign and then went back to watching Joburg pass underneath the plane.

Ten years ago they had a dual wedding service on the day they all graduated with bachelors' degrees from Cornell University. Four years later Ken when on to earn his doctorate in ornithology, writing his thesis on Finches, why Al did so in entomology, writing his thesis on Lepidoptera (butterflies and moths). Six years ago the couples moved to different university teaching positions in Chicago and Atlanta, but remained in close contact with other visiting each other at least once a year. Neither couple had children yet, putting their careers and research first. Staci and Heather both kept busy outside the home working for progressive social and ecological charitable organizations. Doctor's Without Borders, medical personnel who go to the aid of poor countries in dire need of medical care, is the favorite charity of both.

For the past year both Ken and Al have been working with their respective departments on a year long Sabbatical that would acceptable to both. After one or the other was denied on two previous proposals to collaboratively research Brazil or Indonesia, both of their departments signed off on a year long field research trip to Swaziland, exploring the Phophonyane, and Mantenga Nature Reserves, with Ken cataloging the various species of birds and Al, butterflies and moths.

Staci and Heather would accompany them acting as recorders and assistants loving being in the field as much as their husbands. Both majored in biology in college and were sorority sisters with many thinking they were actual sisters being the same height 5'10" with smallish breasts, long legs and high asses weighing a fit 130 pounds of muscle made that way by years of backpack hiking. The only real difference between them was their hair with Staci being a natural redhead and Heather a blond. In college, after many strenuous hikes in the Niagara Falls area, both couples would relax naked in a hot tube together as friends never going beyond that thinking of each other as brothers and sisters.

Since first going together all have been 100% monogamous, with never a thought of an affair, comfortable with their marriage partners giving 'best friend' sex producing steady, predictable, but certainly not earth shaking orgasms. Before becoming couples they all dated other people but very seldom did it lead to sex, with Staci and Heather only knowing Ken and Al while Ken had one other lover and Al two. Staci and Heather were neither frigid, nor prudes, but rather very selective... with both Ken and Al holding the lucky straw.

Swaziland was certainly not their first choice! A poverty, AIDS stricken, fly-spec land locked country of only one million with the lowest life expectancy in the world located in extreme south east Africa ruled by a monarch king stealing the country blind to support his thirteen wives (at last count) and god knows how many children all living a life of luxury with BMW's and private jets. Swaziland did have however, an extraordinary biodiversity rivaling Costa Rica with five elevation zones. 

Pulling out the information sheet sent a month ago by the safari company which will guide and port for them, it read...

'Welcome to Swaziland, from Outback, a dedicated professional backcountry guide company. Your head guide for your year stay will be Zeb, a twenty- eight year old seasoned professional with eight years of experience leading eco-safaris through out Swaziland. Along with Zeb, Gab and Rif will act as porters. Both are nineteen years old, and recent graduates of a Christian High School Academy. Gab and Rif are exceptionally fit and strong enough to carry all necessary supplies and what scientific instruments you may need.'

Eco-safari rules and conditions:

#1 Head hair can be no longer than four inches in length.

#2 Body hair should be reduced to an absolute minimum, or completely removed.

#3 Bathing and washing of previous days clothing is required daily.

#4 All bathing and washing is communal with no privacy afforded.

#5 A 'leave no trace' policy is in effect at all times.

#6 Provided Kevlar lined snake boots must be worn on all trails or in the brush at all times. 

#7 No animal may be captured or killed, no plant trimmed or plucked.

#8 Used female sanitary products and condoms must be buried at least one hundred meters from the camp site.

#9 Latrines must be at least fifty meters from the camp site.

#10 All parties of the safari are expected to respectful to each other.

'Upon your arrival at the airport a shuttle service will transport you to Pigg's Peak Casino /Hotel in Swaziland, a four hour trip. At 10:00 a.m. the following day Zeb will meet with you in the hotel lobby and outfit you with safari clothing and snake boots and collect your supplies and scientific instruments for portage. At 1:00 p.m. your safari will leave by shuttle for Phophonyane Nature Reserve an hour away setting up your first camp.'

'Enclosed are free tickets for this evenings monthly 'Zebra Party', hosted by the hotel. Black and/or white club apparel is mandatory. The free bar opens at 7:00, followed by dancing and dinner. Also enclosed you will find a $50 gift card good at any of the casino restaurants and gift shops.'

Waking up from her twilight sleep Staci noticed Ken looking over the letter which she had also read previously, asking, "So are you getting use to me in short hair?"

"You look beautiful no matter what length hair you wear. You'd look good bald."

"I don't know I think you like a little hair, or why wouldn't you have shaved my pussy bare...insisting instead on leaving a one by three inch landing strip. It's almost like you are proving to others that I'm a natural redhead," she laughed.

"Hey, it wasn't my idea, Al is the one who suggested it telling me he did it to Heather," Ken shot back.

"Maybe I should have left a little landing strip for you. With all your hair shaved off you look twelve again." Staci laughed, and continued. "Do you think, with the communal bathing and all, that Heather and I have any legitimate worries about sexual advances from our guide or porters?"

"I really don't think so. I checked out the company and our guide Zeb before we signed on. Three other scientific research teams said both were top notch, and would recommend them to anyone."

"Did the other teams have their wives along with?"

"Probably not, at least they didn't mention it if they did."

"Look you'll both be with us 24/7 anyway, so what could really happen. Unless of course you catch a case of 'Jungle Fever', Ken laughed.

"You are all I've ever wanted, I don't think I'm going to be needing an inoculation against JF," Staci said holding Ken's arm tightly, looking out the window as the plane made it's final approach.

After going through customs and leaving the security area a shuttle driver holding up the sign Jensen/Swanson helped them with their luggage and instrumentation setting out for the Pigg's Peak Casino/Hotel. The road were good as the trip gained elevation ending in a pine forest. Crossing the boarder between South Africa and Swaziland they passed through the town of Bulembu in Swaziland, which their shuttle driver called 'The City of Orphans'.

"Why so," asked Al.

"AIDS has all but destroyed Swaziland. One of every four children has lost one parent, and one in three have lost both. An American religious charitable organization has turned Bulembu into the nations AIDS orphanage, without their generosity most would die of hunger or exposure. The degree of neglect the government, read monarch, shows these most unfortunate of all souls, is shocking. A total of $23 per year is budget for care for each child! Animal control receives three times that amount per stray." informed the driver.

"So the king is not a friend of the people?" Heather asked.

"Depends, if you are blood related, then he's your best friend. If not he's your worst enemy. The word nepotism is synonymous with Swaziland."

"What about political parties and a judicial system to check power?" Al asked.

"All political parties are outlawed, and if a ruling comes down from the courts the king doesn't like, he fires the judges, and brings the case back before new judges," the driver said shaking his head.

"Isn't anything being done about stopping the spread of AIDS?" Staci asked.

"Well from the king's perspective he only fucks virgins with a new wife chosen each year as 40,000 bare breasted and bare butt maidens perform the Reed Dance in front of him each year. Before a maiden can dance she must be inspected to make sure her hymen is in tack."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Ken said.

"Can't make this up, look it up, this shit happens here," the diver said, adding...

"It's okay for the king and his lackeys to ogle 40,000 naked virgins, but if a girl on a street in town is dressed in a mini-skirt or tank top she gets hauled off to jail for six months for 'exciting' male passerby's."

"Incredible," said Ken.

"Want to hear the topper on stopping the spread of AIDS?" the shuttle driver smiled.

"Sure." said Heather.

"Last year the king issued a decree saying all maidens were both unfuckable and unmarriable until the age of twenty three. If you do mess with one you owe a fine of one cow. No fucking equals no spreading of AIDS."

"One cow?" Staci asked.

"Yep, one cow, the standard monetary unit in Swaziland. So what does the king do, well he goes out and marries a couple of virgins aged 15 and 16 and pays himself two cows! Swaziland land is a great place, if you are the king. However, if you are a young man outside the royal circle coming of age, it's a fucking monastery," the driver exclaimed as he pulled into the Pigg's Peak Hotel parking lot resting on top of Pigg's Peak with a commanding view of the valley below.

The casino/hotel was four stars and was in stark contrast to the abject poverty of the villages passed along on the shuttle ride with no electrification or plumbing found in any of the huts. Tourism, in the flavors of eco, big-game, and sexual (as found out later), drives the economy of Swaziland enabling the king to live like a king.

Once settled into their room Heather look at the clock saying they had better start getting ready for the Zebra Party with the bar opening in an hour.

"What the heck is a Zebra Party?" Al asked.

"Beats me, must have something to do with the migratory pattern of zebras," she answered.

"But why would it be a monthly party then instead of annually?" Al responded.

"Again no clue, I'm guessing. Still it's nice that we are being treated to drinks, dancing, and dinner...never look a gift zebra in the mouth, is what I always say," Heather laughed as she held up her mini-zebra print dress she bought for the party.

"You'll look so fucking hot I bet a couple of zebra stallions will try to mate with you crossing the courtyard to the party." Al laughed.

"Are you into bestiality, Al?" Heather laughed so hard tears came to her eyes.

"No of course not, still over here hung like a horse must be changed to hung like a zebra." Al surmised.

"What was the name of our guide again?" Heather asked.

"Zeb." Al said.

"Interesting," was Heather's one word reply.

Over in Ken's and Staci's room, Staci was modeling off a black and white leopard print mini she brought along for this special night which gave Ken a chubby. Finishing dressing she applied bright red lipstick and put on high heel red shoes after spiking up her four inch red hair. She looked good enough to both fuck and then eat.

"So any idea why this is called a zebra party?" Ken asked, your the one with the biology degree.

"Well the zebra along with the wildebeest are the two dominate game animals which support the carnivore cats and hyenas of the plains. My thinking is that it must be some form of 'Thanksgiving' celebration with zebras as the symbol rather than turkeys."

"Well no matter what it is, or represents, you'll be the best looking 'zebra' at the party," Ken said as he pulled Staci's hand to his crotch so she could feel how turned on he was looking at her.

"Why Ken, I didn't know that black and white turned you on so much."

"I didn't know either... until five minutes ago."

APC Ch. 02



I've change our profile a tad, if you care to check it out. I'm having the time of my life writing in third person developing each character, especially Staci and Heather rather than only writing with an 'I' voice. A couple of reader have 'begged me' to write another chapter of TGTBT asap, which I will...in time.

Concerning APC, which of course is set in Africa, please consider a making a contribution to Doctor's Without Borders. These more than brave health care workers are fighting the worst outbreak of Ebola in Africa in history, threatening literally millions of lives.

Ebola evolved a scant forty years ago, being a infant virus it hasn't learned that killing off its human host is a dead end for the virus as well. Much like a poisonous baby snake envenomating a large animal it has no chance of eating, rather than dry biting conserving its costly to produce venom. 

The next chapter of APC will come out in October, I need a rest after .02, the longest chapter I've ever researched and written. I had a devil of a time in the final edit of .02, my Magnum Opus, with my computer loosing connectivity evaporating hours of work. 

PS: If either you or your wife have any Nordic blood, I do, M. doesn't. I think you'll find this chapter an especially interesting read. 

Will

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Meeting outside their adjoining rooms, which convert into a mini-suite, at 7:00 p.m. all wanted to enjoy the entire happy hour at the Zebra Party, putting the entire twenty four hour trip to Swaziland behind them. Both Al and Ken enjoyed a drink or two, but Staci and Heather liked to party and have fun. Their sorority sisters called them both 'peg leg', for their ability to drink almost anyone, man or woman, under the table. Still when morning came, they were the first to lace up their running shoes for a five mile run. 

"Staci, you look incredible tonight," said Al, commenting on how great his friend's wife looked.

"You're quite handsome yourself," Staci complemented back.

"Heather, you look spectacular," said Ken, complementing Al's wife.

"You look rather dashing tonight," Heather replied, saying how they should all dress up and go out more often.

For all their lives together as friends each has really only seen the other dressed in hiking boots, a floppy hat, khaki shorts, and a sweat stained t-shirt. Tonight they all are shocked at how different and good they all look to each other.

"Did you remember your free tickets, buddy?" Ken asked, to which Al nodded, tapping his shirt pocket.

"You know you two really should take us out more, and by 'out' I don't mean the Outback of Australia." Staci laughed.

"Staci, we best make the most of tonight," Heather replied, "We might not be wearing a dress for an entire year!"

Al and Ken of course said nothing, walking with their heads down and looking straight ahead. What could they say? They were married to two incredible looking hot wives who they kept busy recording bird songs and cataloging pictures of butterflies and moths. Ninety-nine percent of hot wives would consider it 'CAUP', cruel and unusual punishment, to be married to these two, but Heather and Staci both loved their husbands completely.

Ken did turn to Al and say, as Staci and Heather talked with each other, "You know their 100% correct. Since they may not be dressing up for a year, lets give them a party tonight they will remember for the entire year."

"I'm with you buddy, we'll open this Zebra Party up and close it down." Al agreed, "What ever happens in Swaziland, stays in Swaziland."

"So it's agreed then, when we walk into the party we enter a No, No Zone?" asked Ken.

"Does that mean we can't say no to anything they ask, or anything they want to do?" Al questioned, seeking clarification.

"Exactly." Ken replied. 

"Agreed, tonight is their show and we're the audience." Al confirmed. "After all no one is driving."

Walking down the hotel hall corridor both Ken and Al were on top of the world with their two beautiful wives on their arms. Ken noticed a promotional sign for the Zebra Party with pricing information: $200 per white couple, and $20 per single black man, not knowing what to make of it he didn't mention it to the others thinking the party might also be a charitable type event given the low price for single black males.

Being the first to arrive in the large ballroom which was set up to seat approximately one hundred with additional seating at the bar for thirty. The walls of the ballroom were done in a red velvet flock wallpaper which must have been discontinued in the US thirty years ago. The ceiling was painted black with overhead lights pointing to a mirror ball. The floor, Plexiglas with neon light underneath brought back memories of Disco. Indeed, if someone walked in from nowhere they would swear this is the same sound stage dance floor used to make 'Staying Alive', forty years ago... except of course for the Zulu war shields and zebra pelts hanging on the walls.

They picked a table in middle next to the dance floor so they could catch all the action and also not stumble over chairs making their way to the floor. Each of the tables had a cloth top complete with the King's golden crest in the middle and a small candle. A black waiter came over to take their order, complementing the wives on how attractive and sexy they looked telling them he was sure they will have the time of their lives tonight.

"Let's all order gin and tonics. Since Swaziland was a British protectorate, let's get colonial." Al said, playing off a line in Pulp Fiction.

"Do you have Beefeaters Gin?" Ken asked.

"Sure do, sir."

"Well we'll keep it simple for you once you see one of our glasses empty, bring us all another round which will speed up the slow pokes." Ken said, given the waiter a $20 bill for starters.

"I promise I'll take good care of you, but please remember alcohol heightens desire, but lowers performance. So be careful you don't drink too much ruining your fun after dinner." the waiter said, then quickly returning to the bar before anyone could say anything in reply.

"Didn't our waiter seem a little forward and strange?" Al asked Ken as Staci and Heather were talking. "Telling our wives how sexy and hot they looked and how we might have a hard time getting a boner if we drink to much, and why will tonight's party be our wives 'time of their lives'?"

"Different culture, Al, I wouldn't make anything out of it." Ken explained, "I read somewhere that the national slogan for Swaziland males is 'Don't ever allow a woman to pass without being appreciated'. I'm sure he was only trying to be friendly, and also probably trying to keep the bar tab down for whoever is throwing this party."

The drinks arrived shortly and the waiter was told by the time he got back to the bar they would need another round. "To sabbaticals!" Ken said, raised his glass all following his lead, downing the first of many stiff drinks.

Two more couples entered the room, the husbands both wore a white shirt and black dress slacks as Al and Ken did. The attractive 40ish wives however wore very short reviling skin tight ultra-mini micro dresses barely covering their asses with floppy fabric plunging necklines dropping down to their navels, one in black the other in white.

It would be impossible to wear a bra and panties set with these dresses, which of course both Staci and Heather wore with theirs making them look prudish and feeling self conscious. Compared to the wives at the bar the party girls, Staci and Heather, were party duds.

What made it really interesting was when the husbands escorted their wives to the bar, kissed them, and then sat at tables watching them. A minute or so later four very attractive single black males wearing black shirts and white pants made their way to the wives at the bar standing to the side of each introducing themselves. It wasn't a minute later that each of the black men had a hand resting very high up on the thigh of a white wife looking down her dress, guaranteed a view of a full set of boobs complete with nipple shots.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Al asked the others.

"Looks to me that this party has nothing to do with animal migration or a Thanksgiving celebration." Staci laughed, taking another sip from her drink, "This is the start of a Jungle Fever party, if there ever was one. Look at the budge that one guy is building in his crotch pressing himself against her leg," which was easy to see with every black man wearing white pants.

"We don't know that yet, who knows maybe they're band members or entertainers." Ken suggested.

"We'll it looks like more of 'the band' is making it way to the bar." Heather laughed, as another five white husbands parked their super slut dressed wives and the bar and joined the other husbands ogling the bar interracial dynamics from different tables. Almost on cue another eight single black men, also dressed in black shirts and white pants, entered and made their way to the bar to greet the new wives.

"Did you see what that one gal had on? She was wearing black and white tuxedo lingerie with a small red bow on the bra under her see through teddy and another on the front of her panties. I've never seen anything sexier looking in my life." Al said.

"Good news, Al, there is no need to get your eyes checked." Heather said, feeling Al was enjoying watching the other wives and not paying any attention, whatsoever, to her. "I'm right over here, are you enjoying the show the slut wives are putting on?"

"I'm only human honey, besides she looked fucking hot, you have to admit." Al said in his defense, looking at his wife for a couple of seconds before his eyes strayed back to the action at the bar.

"Did you catch the wife in the black see through bra, and panties with the sheer black slip. She looked more naked than if she was naked, showing off her nipples and snatch line? I think the panties might even be crotchless," an excited Ken said.

"So Ken you're getting as much of a kick out of watching these sluts as Al is?" Staci said sternly, with a noticeable gin slur, putting down her second empty drink for the night and looking at Heather communicating with her eyes they needed to do something, and do it fast.

"Well then maybe Staci and I should go back to the room and alter these dresses a bit turning our minis into micros, and hang out at the bar with all the other wives so we can be part of the show for you, rather than sitting here like wall flowers and being ignored?" Heather said, feeling she was dressed like a Mormon, finishing her second drink in the fifteen minutes since they arrived.

"When in Rome do as the Romans do." Staci added, with a bit of a hiccup, "Let's go see what we can do to get our own husbands and the guys at the bar to look at us."

Al was about to protest his wife destroying a perfectly good dress when Ken reminded him about the Zebra Party being a No, No Zone. Instead Al just sat back and took a large gulp of mostly gin saying...'Whatever', focusing on watching another group of hotwives enter the ballroom.

"Good that settles it, Staci lets go back to the room and give this crowd something to really look at." Heather said slightly stumbling as she stood up taking Staci's hand leaving the ballroom.

With the wives out of the room, Ken turned to Al, "You know Al, both Staci and Heather were, are, and will always be party people. We knew that when we married them. With all the other wives over at the bar in slut wear, how could they possibly sit with us wearing, comparatively speaking, Burqas." 

"We both knew when we married them we out kicked our coverage, and keeping them under wraps, helping us in the field for all these years, was bound to come back and blow up in our faces eventually." Ken continued.

"So where is the night going to end up?" Al said pointing to a black guy with his tongue all the way down a wife's throat with one hand on her bare ass and the other playing with a nipple.

"Don't have a clue, friend. Do you trust Heather?" Ken asked.

"Sure...but." Al answered.

"Sure, but what? Look what's the worst that could happen. Heather gets felt up by a couple of black guys and has a great time making out grind dancing. Tomorrow a new sun comes up and we all head off to the nature preserve, tonight is history tomorrow morning." Ken philosophized, "Besides it will give her and Staci something to remember for a year. Consider it shore leave for the wives, before we ship them out."

"Wait a minute, Heather has never dated, or probably even danced with a black man before tonight and already you have him feeling her up and kissing her?"

"I'm just saying that something is happening tonight which none of us expected in the least, but the reality is that is happening. Our wives have left to hem up their dresses a couple of inches and maybe taking off their bras and panties so a room full of attractive black men will pay them some attention probably get hard-ons when they do. That's the reality." Ken added.

"Remember Staci and Heather aren't only our wives, they are also women who need to be admired and feel fuckable." Ken continued, "I'm in the same boat as you. In all our years of marriage Staci has never once brought up that she is the least bit attracted to black men, but then again, here we are."

"So we go with the flow, and play it by ear." Al said, "After the black guys get them all worked up let's stop by the sex shop and buy a couple of nice sized black dildos so they can fantasize they're fucking the entire bar in bed tonight." 

"That's it, let's have fun with this interracial weirdness that's happening tonight. I've never used a black dildo on Staci before, so it could be fun...I think I'll name it Rufus. Hey, waiter, we're dry over here." Ken said pointing to their table.

Staci and Heather hurrying out of the ballroom not looking at the action at the bar they desperately wanted to be part of, passing a couple of very attractive black men, who some might describe as being 'black as the ace of spades', with not a molecule of white man's blood diluting their African genetic make up, showing up for the party. 

"So who gave permission for certainly the two most beautiful wives at the party to leave before it has even begun? Someone made a most dreadful mistake allowing such visions of loveliness, as yourselves, to escape our company for the eveining," one of them (Akeem) said, smiling reaching out to hold Heather's hand. 

"Were going to change, and then we will be right back." Staci promised.

"Only if you must, but I think you are tampering with perfection. Allow me to introduce myself, and my brother. My name is Akeem I'm 32 years old, and this is my brother, Johan, who is 30, who then reached out holding Staci's hand."

Both black bachelor brothers in black shirts and white pants with shaved heads, that partially reflected light from the ceiling fixtures, stood 6'3" and weighed a very fit 190 pounds of mostly muscle developed from working in the logging industry while putting themselves through school. Akeem is now employed as a foreman at lumber yard and Johan works in human resources for a timber company.

"My name is Staci and my friend is Heather, we are with our husbands on a year long eco-Safari starting tomorrow exploring your country's nature preserves. My husband, Ken, is a bird scientist and Heather's husband, Al, is an insect scientist who studies butterflies and moths."

"No two luckier men ever walked on the face of the planet, but so foolish tramping around in a forest looking for beauty, when the most beautiful creatures in the world are lying next to them in their own beds." Akeem said, in perfect King's English which they both learned attending a British preparatory school.

Akeem first looked into the eyes of Heather as he kissed her hand and then Staci, telling them he wasn't a rich man but felt wealthy as Midas now having met both of them.

Johan also complemented both saying they were two white angels from heaven set to bless two undeserving black men, bringing heaven to earth for an evening, and then kissed both of their hands, while almost Svengali like, looking deeply into their eyes.

"What is the name of that most enchanting perfume both of you are wearing tonight?" Johan asked.

Staci and Heather both looked at each other and giggled together for the first time in years. 'Dark Secret', Staci said, feeling the flush of embarrassment flowing up from her neck to her ears.

"Well," Akeem laughed, "After tonight you will not be having any more dark secrets from anyone anymore."

"Once you change, may we have the honor of the first dance with you? If you say no, I shall likely wither and die." Johan asked in an ultra suave manner putting a hand to his heart, carrying it off very well, even if it reads flowerily. Then flashed a perfect white smile smelling intoxicatingly manly having splashing on Bay Rum after shave getting ready for tonight. 

Staci and Heather were both instantly transported back fifteen years in time, full out giggling now like high school girls (who of course weren't married) being asked for the first dance at their first prom. Both or course saying 'yes', telling Akeem and Johan they won't be long so they better not be 'stood up' when the come back down, not using that expression since they were fifteen.

"Never in a million years, would that happen," Akeem said as he kissed both their hands again, "We'll be counting the seconds."

"Is this your first time at a Zebra Party?" Johan asked, letting them know very indirectly that what they were wearing wasn't as sexy as it should be.

"Is it that obvious?" Staci asked embarrassed at being a newbie, "Trust me, Heather and I are neither prudes nor frigid." Realizing she shouldn't have said frigid, but of course couldn't take the word back, reblushing again. 

Skipping over her faux pas Akeem said, "Everyone has a first time, everyone learns by doing. Some of the party couples here tonight have been doing this for years. It would be an honor for my brother and myself to introduce you to a world you and your husbands never knew existed. A thrilling world of exotic, erotic interracial lust and love." Akeem said spinning his and his brothers seductive web.

"We'll talk more about it when we come back down," Heather said as they rushed to catch the closing elevator doors with both women resting against the back of the elevator starry eyed from meeting the black price charmings who will be their dates for the party and hopefully also their lovers.

"OMG can you believe what is happening tonight," exclaimed Staci.

"Never in a million, billion years," Heather laughed back.

"Now I know you never dated a black guy in college, but did you in high school?" Staci asked.

"Nope, never. I'd say there were maybe ten blacks in the entire student body of over two thousand. I was never in a class with a black or in any extra curricular activities. What about you?"

"Same. Very few blacks attended any of the schools I went to. My parents also had no black friends...no black person had ever been over to our house for any reason, whatsoever. My dad and mom however were very much in sympathy with blacks receiving equal rights and equal pay, feeling they had gotten the short end of the stick for over two hundred years. I once saw my mom watching a Denzel Washington movie alone when her hand came flying out from underneath her dress when she saw me. I think she was probably jilling-off to him." Staci laughed.

"So we have been almost completely isolated from any black culture and experience all of our lives. Not by design, but by circumstances, and boy have the circumstances changed tonight." Heather summarized.

"I don't know about you, but I've never fantasied about being with a black guy any more than I'd fantasize about being with a Chinese guy, it just wasn't part of my sexuality." Staci said.




APC Ch. 02



"Again, you pretty much summed up my feelings as well, up to tonight." Heather added.

"What do you mean up to tonight?" Staci followed up.

"Did you get the tingle talking with Akeem and Johan? Boy I sure did!" Heather admitted readily. "They were both so good looking, polite, suave, confident, and complementary. It's been said a man fall in love with his eyes, and a woman with her ears, well I must a hermaphrodite because my eyes and ears fell in love with both of them."

"Be honest when was the last time you felt the tingle?" Heather continued. "For me it's been ten long years, and my first date with Al. Since then sex has gone slowly down hill but I've been successful in hiding it from him-men are so clueless. Providing they get off, all is right with the world. Tonight, however, I want to be my night. I don't want to stop feeling something wonderful that I haven't felt in years. Are you with me or against me? There's strength in numbers girl?" 

"Okay, yes, I did get the tingle and I'll go you one better, I noticed I turned very wet when Johan kissed my hand and looked into my eyes making me feel like I was the only woman in the world. I was deathly afraid my wetness might start dripping out of my panties, which would have been mortifyingly embarrassing. I agree, they were both so polite, good looking, and debonair what woman, white, black, purple, or green wouldn't be turned on knowing they want to make love." Staci confessed.

"My sex life is a carbon copy of yours so I completely know where you're coming from. But even if we want Akeem and Johan to fuck us, does that mean we are going to be fucking them?" Staci asked, "Don't you think Ken and Al are going to have something to say about us spreading our legs for black men?"

"I really don't think they will, and for a couple of reasons." Heather said leadingly.

"Okay, I'll bite, why won't our husbands object to us fucking strange black men."

"First of all I overhead Al agree with Ken that the Zebra Party was a No, No Zone. The boys rightfully feel bad about not taking us out more often for a fun time. They will let us run as far and as hard as we want tonight." Heather informed.

"Okay, saying yes to fun is one thing, but saying yes to fucking black men is something altogether different. What the other reason?" Staci asked.

"They want us to...I know at least Al wants me too." Heather admitted.

"So when did you find that out? I certainly didn't overhear him telling you it was okay for you to fuck the black guys at the bar." Staci laughed.

"Well he didn't really tell me he wanted me to, rather he demonstrated that he did." Heather said.

"Demonstrated?"

"Remember when the first slut wives showed up at the bar, well I moved my hand to Al's dick since I know he likes to look at other women which really doesn't bother me at all. Anyway, while the women were by themselves his dick wasn't any harder than when he steps out of the shower, but when the four black men made their way towards them I could feel it grow with ever step they took."

"Once they had their hands on the wives thighs and were looking down their dresses, Al was hard as a piece of petrified wood. You know what they say about a man, 'his mouth may lie, but his dick never will'." Heather smiled.

"Funny you should mention that. A couple of times when the blacks were hitting on the wives at the bar I noticed Ken adjusting himself 'down there'. I didn't think anything of it until you mentioned Al."

"And why, pray tell, would he be adjusting himself?" Heather asked, knowing the only possible one word answer.

"Boner," they both said together, laughing as they did.

"The way I look at it, we'll be doing them a favor. Did you see how happy all the husbands were watching their wives flirting with their black boyfriends? It's a win-win situation for us as couples, we get to do, and they get to watch." Heather concluded. 

"I overheard a couple of the husbands talking and they referred to themselves as 'cuckolds' which I've also heard Ken use in describing the nesting habit of the cuckoo bird, a brood parasite bird that lays its eggs in the nest of other birds." Staci informed, adding that Ken has always loved studying cuckoos so maybe it would be a good thing for him to become a cuckold."

"Only difference is instead of us laying an egg in a strange birds nest, we're going to spread our legs so a black lover can lay his load in our ours." Heather laughed.

"By the way, did you notice the effect we had on both Akeem and Johan?" Staci asked.

"You mean the bulge in their pants? How could I miss it, Akeem's touched my leg and then moved standing six inches away from me. I've heard of guys putting socks in their pants, but never a live snake," Heather laughed. "If everything plays out like we want it to, I think we'll have a tough time walking tomorrow." 

"So you think it's possible that tonight we live the dream of every desperate housewife...a romantic affair with a tall, dark (black), good looking, hung stud, who my husband can't wait to watch me fuck? I'd never cheat and go behind Ken's back, but would love it if he watched me make love to a black man and kissed me while I did, telling me he never loved me more" Staci said.

"Well never know, unless we give it a shot. Are you willing to go crazy with me, 'Thelma'?" Heather asked.

"I'm with you 100%, 'Louise', Staci replied, sealing their bond, becoming white slut hotwives together, forever.

"So how long have we been in Swailand?" Staci asked.

"Give or take four hours." Heather replied.

"Has you life ever changed so much in such a short period of time?" Staci asked.

"Nothing comes remotely close. However, I think there is going to be a whole bunch more change happening to all of us before the sun comes up." Heather said as she opened the door to her hotel room, asking Staci to bring all of her lingerie from her room so they could mix and match.

"Lingerie, we're wearing lingerie? I thought we would take a pair of scissors to our dresses and slut them up!" Staci protested.

"Okay, but following your thinking through. If you were Akeem and Johan would you rather see us walking into the ballroom in a couple of dresses that looked like they went through a shredder, or sexy lingerie showing off the hard bodies we still have-but won't have forever? You saw all the other slut wives down there, they're our competition. The simple rule is if you want to win the game you have to beat the competition."

"Lingerie." Staci answered, now completely with the program.

Putting all the colored lingerie aside and selecting from white and black lingerie only Staci selected a cute white lace bra and panties set.

"Good, but how about this instead?" Staci asked holding up a braless see through white teddy with a flimsy lace support that would completely exposed Staci's creamy breasts and flush puffy nipples tips, an endearing characteristic of almost all redheads. The length of the teddy, would just barely cover the bottom of her pussy and butt cracks.

"I can't wear that, I would be walking in naked. No other hotwife at the bar was wearing anything close to being as risqué s that." Staci protested.

"Just try it on, that's all I ask," pleaded Heather.

Standing in front of the mirror after slicking down her spiked red hair with water, giving her a Robert Palmer, 'simply irresistible' look, Staci held out the teddy at the hips and did a half turn to the left and then a half turn to the right. "I do look rather good in it, don't I?" admiring her 34 B breasts and swollen puffies still somewhat engorged and flushed from meeting the brothers, "But I'm way to self conscious about wearing this walking into a room of over one hundred people."

"Look this night is crazy, so we are going to have to do some crazy things. All the other women down at the bar are our competition tonight, and to beat the competition, we have to take our game up a notch." Heather reasoned.

Not needing too much convincing, with the exciting prospect of her first blackening and the alcohol overruling her inhibitions, "Your absolutely right, if not now, then when. I'll wear it." Staci announced.

"Are you going to wear white panties, with that?" Heather asked.

"Why?" Staci answered back, with both of them breaking up laughing, "All I need are some white thigh high stockings and some shoes."

"That's the spirit, Staci, keep it coming."

"I like how my red strip shows through." Staci added, "Cute isn't it?"

"It's perfect, I didn't see another redhead at the bar all the guys will want to get a feel. I'm sure you'll be the most popular slut wife at the party with your puffs and red bush."

"I just had a terrible thought! What happens if Ken has a heart attack seeing me walk in effectively completely naked, he thinks we are coming back in cut up dresses." Staci questioned.

"I wouldn't worry about it, he's young, worst he'll do is pass out, same goes for Al, and if that happens we'll through some cold water on them." Heather laughed.

"So if I'm going in effectively naked, so are you! What are you going to wear?"

Heather selected a halter black bra with the 34 C cups absent with two flaps of see through lace covering her gorgeous breasts playing bee-a-boo with her cute red nipples which were also puffy, but not to the extreme degree Staci's were.

Her panties were completely crotchless with spaghetti strings forming the thong outlining her blond landing strip. Slicking her short blond hair to match Staci's, which framed and drew attention to their faces, she completed the look selecting thigh high black stockings and five inch black fuck me pumps handing Staci an identical pair in red.

"We haven't worn these is over a decade!" Staci exclaimed, "We really must be going for it! Why, in the world would you even pack them and lug them half way around the world?" Staci asked excitedly holding up her shoes stroking the length of the red high heel.

"Call it a premonition." Heather laughed.

Both Ken and Al are the same height as Staci and Heather, 5' 10", so wearing five inch heels they towered over their husbands making them look almost dwarfish, but would complement the size of their black bulls becoming an interracial sex power couple. 

"Speaking of size, did you read in Cosmo that brides now consider cock size as being as important as how tall their husband is. Seems that looking at internet porn since they were twelve is making a real difference in the attitude of women." Heather said. 

"Well for us size obviously didn't matter or we wouldn't be married to who we are." Staci added, "I have always been able to get off with Ken, who I still love dearly. Another saying goes it's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the fight in the dog that counts."

"Al's favorite on is, the magical powers of a magician aren't determined by the size of his wand. Well tonight we are going to find out first hand if it really does matter, aren't we." Heather laughed, saying her favorite expression is that variety is the spice of life."

Both stood in front of the full length mirror and viewed themselves from every angle smiling at each other at how incredibly hot they looked.

"Do you think the music will stop in the bar when we walk in like it does in old time western movies?" Staci laughed.

"I don't know about stop, but I'm sure some of the musicians will be hitting some sour notes." Heather laughed back.

"So do we look fuckable?" Staci asked.

"Check list time," Heather said, sexy lingerie with nylons and fuck me pumps,-check, said Stacie to each. Bare boobs with exposed puffy nipples,-check, high tight naked asses,-check, legs that go on forever,-check, protruding bikini bridge hips with coat hanger shoulders,-check, and finally, cute pussy strips showing,-check. Yah, I'd do us." Heather laughed. 

"Love how the black spaghetti strings accent your blond strip, I think your going to be giving me a run for Miss Popularity." Staci laughed.

"What do you think the guys will say when we walk in the room?" Staci joked.

"Which guys are you taking about, our husbands, or our new black boyfriends." Heather asked.

"OMG, laughed Staci, I completely forgot I was married! I was talking about Akeem and Johan."

"Keep thinking those thoughts, and we can't help but have fun tonight." Heather said. "We don't want Akeem and Johan to think we forgot about them. Let's go find them before any of the other slut wives sink their fangs into them." Staci said as she grabbed an ice cube from the bucket and closed the room door behind them.

"By the way who do you fancy the most, Akeem or Johan?" Staci asked.

"My pick?" Heather asked.

"Sure."

"I'll go with Akeem, if that's alright with you?"

"No it's perfect, I would have selected Johan anyway," laughed Staci, "By the way, what is the ice cube for?"

"Well you know what they say about how first impressions are most important."

"So?"

"Remember the wet t-shirt contest we participated in at Daytona during spring break."

"Sure, it was a major fun time."

"Remember how cold the water was, and how it made our nipples hard as diamonds? Nothing turns on guys more than hard, red, nipples telling them we are hot and responsive." Heather said.

"Okay, okay, I see where this is going. The things we do to look sexy, let me take a deep breath first," Staci said, as she cupped her boobs while Heather applied the ice making Staci's nipples look like two sex attracting magnets. Staci did the same to Heather finishing just as the elevator door opened for them to a completely new, and far more exciting, sexual life.

As the doors opened on the ballroom floor Akeem and Johan stood at the entrance to the party clapping their hands and smiling, with their eyes focused on both pair of tits with ice chilled laser light nipples resting on top of them, glancing down every so often to the red and blond bush strips, bouncing from side to side as their hips moved, walking towards them.

"You were wrong, Akeem, it is possible to improve on perfection," Johan said, taking Staci's arm after giving her a small kiss on the lips not being able to take his eyes away from her flush puffy pink nipples that he so desperately wanted to suck the second he saw them.

"In matter like these, being wrong is very, very good," Akeem laughed, taking Heather's arm following a more than just a friend kiss.

"So why didn't you go inside and wait for us?" Staci asked, as they walked to the ballroom entrance arm in arm.

"And risk losing you two to someone else at the party. Never. We would have waited hours for you-days." Akeem emphasized.

Stopping Heather, Akeem turned and looked at her, saying, "Make that years!" kissing her deeply in her mouth as his tongue became friends with hers reaching down to her pussy for his first feel of her blondness.

Staci then took the initiative and drew Johan close to her kissing him deeply and guiding his hand to her soft wet red warm womanhood, telling him how much both Heather and she thought about them while they were changing.

"So I assume then what you are wearing, your wearing for us?" Johan followed up.

"It's not so much what we're wearing, it's what we're not wearing for you!" Staci laughed, whispering in his ear that she very much wanted him to fuck her tonight.

"It would be a distinct privilege and pleasure," Johan said, I'll try my very hardest to be the best lover you have ever had. 

Walking in Akeem turn to Johan asking the rhetorical question for all to hear, "Who are the luckiest four men here tonight?"

"Tell me, dear brother."

"You, me, and the two husbands of these most heavenly white hotwives. We will receive pleasure making love to them tonight and they will never be more aroused and cum more watching us."

"Would you like to meet our husbands." Heather asked.

"There is nothing at this moment I'd like to do more. Please show us to your table, and as soon as you sit down start gently stroking their dicks under the table while we engage in conversation-keep them hard, drawing out as much pre-cum as possible, but don't make them cum." Akeem directed.

Walking confidently towards their husbands to introduce their new black boyfriends displaying their bodies like they have never done before in their lives, Heather asked Staci, "Are you still feeling the tingle?"

"No, it's more like I'm being electrocuted!" Staci laughed, "Everyone in the room is looking at us, and I mean everyone." 

"Then smile, throw your shoulders back, hold your head high, and stick your puffy nipples straight out," Heather laughed, "The other wives here were the opening act, we're the party headliners." 

Ken and Al's eyes had not left the ballroom entrance since their wives went to 'hem up' the dresses. Not expecting them to walk in almost naked, with two jet black Adonises on their arms. Ken's and Al's eyes didn't see the faces of the statuesquely tall sex vixens approaching them.

They, like Akeem and Johan, had their eyes alternating between looking at two incredible sets of nipples, and two perfectly trimmed and coifed landing strips. Al was the first to be struck by the bolt of lightening when Staci and Heather were less than twenty feet from them. 

"OMFG Ken, those two Vic Secret slut models walking towards us, are our wives!"

Both Ken and Al realized in an instant that they didn't need to buy their wife a rubber black dildo tonight, she would be getting fucked by a real one. 

Akeem and Johan were all smiles and heartily shook the hands of Ken and Al who sat dumb-struck. Akeem complemented the wives telling Ken and Al they had the sexiest, most attractive wives at the party, and how lucky they were to be married to such sexual goddesses, causing both Heather and Staci to blush.

"It is an honor to be their escorts and dinner dates for the party, and I'm especially looking forward to all the fun we'll be having at the after party." Johan said.

"I don't think it's possible for two wives to look any sexier, do you?" Akeem asked of Ken and Al as he and Johan turned the wives around in a full circle so their husbands could admire them. With Johan raising up Staci's sheer see through teddy so their eyes would have a completely unobstructed view.

"Have you ever seen more desirable nipples to suck on top of perky breasts, and look how high and tight their butts are. Also, have you ever seen more sexy landing strips in your life? If I were a plane, I'd park inside their hangers every night." Akeem laughing at his own double entendre joke.

What is a husband suppose to say to comments made by his wife's just introduced, charming, soon-to-be black lover, about how great her breasts look and how suckable her nipples are, how tight her ass is, how cute her cunt is, and how he would love to fuck her every single night?!?"

Stumbling for words, Al did manage to say, "They look pretty good," sounding like he spun another line out of the movie Sideways, as Ken sat motionless, dumb-struck with his mouth wide open.

"So when and were did you all meet each other?" Al continued, amazed at what must have happened it the fifteen minutes it took the wives to change.

"Oh, they met us by the elevator when we left to change." Heather said, "They were so polite in asking for the first dance tonight we couldn't refuse them," kissing Akeem on the lips in front of her husband as his hand lifted the lace flap covering her nipples and tweaked one between his two black fingers.

Al's brain forevermore remembered the contrast between Heather's white breast, Akeem's black fingers, and Heather's red nipple. Drawing it up hundreds of times over the next decades anytime Al needed to get off. 

"Earth to Ken, earth to Ken, aren't you going to ask us all to sit down and talk to us?" Staci asked, to jog him out of his trance so they could discuss everything concerning going black.




APC Ch. 02



Ken then collected himself, rose slowly being weak in the knees, and asked them to sit down with Heather between Al and Akeem, and Staci between Johan and Ken. As instructed both wives hands went directly to their husbands rigid dicks and slowly stroked, somewhat relaxing them-similar to the effect of rubbing the belly of an agitated alligator.

Another round of drink arrived which also took some of the edge off of Al and Ken. Akeem and Johan placed their hands on the extreme upper thigh of each wife inches from her pussy, drawing the eyes of both Ken and Al by telling them how soft and creamy their wives thighs felt.

Ken was somewhat comforted by Staci leaning over and whispering in his ear, "You know I love you, please let me do this just for tonight. Johan has lit a fire down there that hasn't burned in years and I need him to put it out," giving Ken's dick an extra loving squeeze drawing pre-cum which she noticed by the dampness of his pants directly over his dickhead.

Knowing that dicks don't lie. Staci leaned back to Ken's ear and said, "Thank you for understanding. I love you."

If this is a one night fling, then what the heck Ken thought. Here is my wife asking my permission to fuck a black man, so she must really want it to happen, how can I possibly say no. The truth be known, I might enjoy watching the show.

"So Akeem would you please explain to us what is going on here tonight?" Ken asked, with Staci giving him an extra nice squeeze for asking the information seeking question.

"I'd be happy to, Ken. "Once a month a group of interracial cuckold couples, from somewhere in the world, gather at the hotel for an evening and weekend of sexual fun and games. The white husband shares his wife with an many or few blacks as she cares to have sex with. Tonight it's the London Bankers Association, next month the International Electrical Contractors."

"The men, are called cuckolds or hubbies, the wives, hotwives (one word), and we are called the bulls. Since we are black, and all have big cocks, we are known as BBC's. Your white penises on the other hand, being small, are not called cocks but rather dicks or dicklets. Our job is to give your wife sexual pleasure like she has never felt before in her life."

"Your enjoyment is watching your wife orgasm harder and cum more often than you could possibly imagine, taking pictures and camcording for personal use. Your job is to assist the bull and your hotwife, doing whatever is necessary, to produce the biggest orgasm for both of them."

"How would we assist?" Al broken in, with Heather giving him a nice squeeze for also asking a question showing interest about what will be going down tonight, drawing another drop of pre-cum up his short rigid shaft.

"There are many, many ways which you will find out about in time. One way would be to hold your wife's hand while she is making love to a black man reassuring her that you support her accepting black cock." Akeem informed.

"Another way would to be sure that sufficient lube was applied since discomfort from pussy and asshole stretching, if she offers her butt hole up, can be a bit of a problem for a new hotwife not use to the girth of our manhood." Johan added.

Akeem continued, "Our goal is not to steal your wife, only make love to them and give them back to you feeling more satisfied and relaxed having visited the sexual Utopia we can send them to. Consider us to be nothing more than professional sexual massage therapists or black male sex surrogates. Once the party is over, everything is over between us and your wife, she is back to being your wife."

"How can you give them these incredible orgasms you're talking about and we can't?" asked Al.

Akeem smiled pulled out his smart phone and pulling up a picture file of twenty or so pictures of him and Johan naked and in action fucking white hotwives. Handing the phone to Al, Akeem told him to pass it around.

"My god Akeem, your cock is HUGE!" Heather said loudly to the laughter of cuck hubbies sitting at tables next to them. "Is that thing really real?"

"Yes, I assure you it's real as you will be finding out later on tonight. I'm nine and half inches long and two and one fourth inches thick, Johan is a half inch shorter but makes up for it being a little ticker." Akeem said in a matter of factually way of speaking.

"We are average for the group," Johan volunteered, "There are a couple of guys here tonight that are a foot long and close to three and a half inches thick."

"I don't know how I could possibly accommodate either one of you, let alone a one foot monster cock." Staci said shaking her head from side to side, as Johan slipped a single finger into her pussy beginning the stretching process which was crucial for her enjoyment.

Feeling Johan's finger work its way into her pussy, Staci didn't hesitate to tell everyone at the table how good his finger felt inside her giving her husbands cock a couple of extra squeezes forcing up even more pre-cum.

Ken, being a scientist realized that Staci was conditioning him, probably unconsciously, by giving him pleasure squeezing his dick anytime Johan gave her pleasure, or when he was receptive to allowing her to go black. It's not all bad being conditioned, Ken thought.

"Is this a picture of you fucking her pussy and Johan's fucking her ass at the same time?" Heather asked, thinking it was taken with trick photography for no woman could be stretched that wide in both her holes simultaneously.

"Yes, it's called double penetration, or DP for short. The picture was taken very late in the love making session once the wife had reached a state of sexual grace. The DP produced, according to the wife, the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt in her life." Akeem said.

"You will be amazed at what you are capable of doing given the opportunities we will present to you and our skill as patient swordsmen able to maintain a very hard erection for hours on end." Akeem continued.

"What's going on in this picture?" Staci asked of Johan.

"I'm doggie fucking a hotwife while her hubby is underneath her licking both her pussy and my cock. She of course is sucking on her hubbies dick. Now if you will please, look at the next picture?" Johan asked.

"In this picture, taken a minute after I came inside her, the same hotwife is squatting over her hubby's open mouth pushing out my cum which you can see dripping out of her pussy if you look closely. When I cum inside a wife I give her what is called a creampie, and she then typically shares the creampie with her hubby in an act called cleaning which bonds them together as an sharing couple."

"Cleaning of course feels wonderful for the wife both physically and emotionally knowing her hubby supports and encourages her to allow black men to cum inside her. Cleaning also of course cleans out the pussy so her next lover doesn't end up 'churning sticky butter'." Johan continue, making a small face at the thought of the unpleasantness of it.

"Ken, if I let Johan cum inside me tonight would you please clean me, I really think I would like it if you did?"

Ken now realized being a proper cuckold was more than holding hands and applying lube, but said yes, desperately needing another pre-cum milking squeeze which he received along with a kiss on the cheek from his wife. Heather followed up with the same question to Al, who also agreeing to clean, finding himself in the same boat as Ken needing his dick milked, sealing both their fates.

The final picture had a couple of cucks on their knees blowing both Akeem and Johan, with cum leaking from their mouths, with Akeem explaining that often times hotwives get off by watching her hubby suck on a black mans cock.

"I need to think about this one." Staci said.

"I don't know, I'm thinking I'd like to see Al on his knees sucking on Akeem." Heather smiled.

Both Ken and Al of course said nothing concerning sucking off a black guy. They couldn't say no, but if they said, 'yes, that sounds like a fun thing to do', his wife might think him a closet homosexual.

After the pictures were all viewed Akeem asked Al and Ken to stand up and pull out their dicks so they could judge how slow they would have to go tonight stretching out the wives making them wide enough to comfortable accommodate them leading to an intense series of orgasms on their BBC's when buried balls deep inside their cunts.

"Is this really necessary?" Ken and Al both complained.

"I think they maybe a little embarrassed." Staci said, making a gesture with her little finger than only Akeem saw.

"There is no reason in the world to be embarrassed, we are not here to make fun of you, but to assess a situation in order to make proper love to your wives. Now please, stand up drop your pants and show us your dicks." Akeem almost ordered.

"Please dear, for me." Staci asked Ken.

"Go ahead Al, they showed you theirs you show them yours." Heather said, trying to contain her laugher.

In both Ken's and Al's mind the thought crossed 'if not now then when', knowing they had raging hard-ons and would never be bigger than they are right now. 

Taking another drink as a bracer both stood, undid their pants, and lowered their fly letting their pants fall to the floor. Standing in their boxers however they both froze.

"Your hubbies are still a little nervous, would you please lower their boxers so we can see and measure their dicklets?" Johan told both Heather and Staci.

Knowing the best way to pull off a band aid is quickly the same logic applies to lowering a hubbies boxer in front of her soon to be black lover. In one quick motion Ken and Al were standing naked before Akeem and Johan who had produced a small measuring tape.

Looking straight ahead and not saying a word both hubbies stood perfectly still as their wives and Johan measured their length and width while Akeem recorded the numbers in a little black book. Nobody in at the party was paying the least bit of attention to them, the cucks were transfixed watching their wives, and the wives and bulls could have care less about looking a couple white pencil dicks.

"You can pull up your pants now." Akeem instructed.

"So how do we measure up?" Al asked.

"Well you are both a bit on the short and thin side. Al your erection length measured 5 1/2 inches with a thickness of just over an inch, while Ken was 5 inches and also just over an inch thick." Akeem summarized.

"The average depth to a females G-spot is six inches so you are both coming up short, meaning the only orgasms your wives has experienced being fucked by you dicklets are clitoral and not vaginal." Johan informed.

"What are both your surnames?" Akeem asked.

"Ken Jensen and Al Swanson," both said.

"Well then I'm not surprised in the least at your measurements then." Akeem exclaimed, with a smile on his face.

"What do our last names have to do with anything?" Ken asked.

"Being a scientist, who studies the evolution of birds, I surly don't need to lecture you on natural selection?" Akeem asked.

"Of course not." Ken fired back, "But what does that have to do with dick size variation?"

"It's really very simple. In the Tropics heat must be dissipated as quickly and possible and in the Artic it must be conserved. The black mans cock in the Tropics in addition to being a sexual organ is also a 'heat fin' with a large surface area and low volume radiating life threatening over heating. On the other hand my dick in Sweden would freeze solid and become gangrenous killing me. According to the numbers I've compiled over the years the further north a surname resides the smaller the male dick size." 

Ken, being a scientist, was amazed at Akeem's hypothesis, inductive logic, and scientific method, telling him he could find no gaps in his thinking. Ken concluded there is nothing to be embarrassed about having a small dick, or nothing to be prideful in having a large cock. The anatomy variation is dependent solely upon the temperature zone.

"Exactly." Akeem agreed, an striking illustration of this fact is also found among primates living in the Congo. The bonobo, or pigmy chimp weighing less than 100 pounds with a four inch penis, lives close to sea level along the equator were temperatures can reach 100 degrees for months on end in the steaming jungles."

"Contrast that with the mountain Gorilla living up as high as 12,000 feet along the mountains bordering the Congo where light snow is almost a daily occurrence, with temperatures falling into the upper 20's. Mountain Gorilla's can weigh over 400 pounds yet their penis, when erect, measures just over one inch! Adjusted for bodyweight, the bonobo penis is 16X larger."

"Amazing fact, so from you hypothesis would I be fair in saying that among Caucasian males Italians have the largest dicks and Finns the smallest?" Ken followed up.

"Yes, you are correct. Italians average 7 1/2 inches in length and almost 2 1/3 inches in thickness giving some truth to the expression 'Italian Stallion'. No one has ever said the phrase 'Finnish Stallion' with an average dick length of only five inches and one inch thickness, very similar in size to both of yours."

"Interest that Nordic dicks have the adaptive ability to almost 'turtle' or shrink completely inside the body core, micro-dicking to an inch or less, in times of very low temperatures and the proportionally expand greatly during love making. On the other hand the hung ten inch African cock can not expand or contract more than an inch. I bet you'll never guess which of your states has the lowest African population?" Akeem asked.

"Alaska?" Al answered.

"Correct. With central temperatures at minus 35 degrees our cocks would freeze off." Akeem laughed. 

"So I imagine, Arabs are swinging some pretty heavy meat as well?" Al said, feeling the effect of the drinks.

"Yes, they are second on the scale, right behind sub-Sahara blacks, every black here at the party. For the biggest of all black cocks you need to go to the Congo and other countries along the equator, the closer to sea level the better." Akeem continued.

"So guys from the Congo, make you look small?" Al asked wanting more information.

"Oh yes, the average cock length at the equator is close to eleven inches. One British anthropologist over a hundred years ago labeled them 'fearsome weapons', impressed their cocks almost reach their knees." Akeem laughed.

"Any other note worthy conclusions from your study? Ken asked.

"Yes, one other most interesting fact keeps repeating over and over and that is-the strength of a white male black cock fetish is inversely proportional to the size of his dick. The smaller the white males dick the more he desires to suck and play with a large black cock, and the more he desires his wife to be fucked by one. Freud would label it a form of male/male penis envy but not homosexuality in that the white male doesn't want to receive sexual satisfaction directly from a black cock, but indirectly through his wife's enjoyment of it."

After a pregnant pause with both Ken and Al side glancing each other Al finally spoke up saying...

"So what you are implying is that Nordic men, from Finland, Sweden, Norway, and Denmark, make better interracial cuckolds that men from the Southern Mediterranean, Spain, Italy, and Greece."

"Oh yes, without a doubt. The best Zebra Party we hold here each year if for the Swedish Actuarial Society. It's a double blessing really, not only are the hubbies the best cuckold, but their hotwives are the best looking in the world!" Akeem laughed.

"Staci, both you and Heather look of Nordic descent being tall, good looking, with pale poreless skin and having soft blond and red pubic hair." Johan said.

"Yes, I'm Danish like Ken, and Heather is Swedish like Al."

"Wonderful," Akeem laughed. "What could be more perfect, at the end of evening all of us will think we have died and gone to heaven."

"So why are you attacted to white women and Nordic women in particular. Why do you want to fuck us so bad? What about native black girls" Heather asked.

"It's the exotic nature of your hair, skin, and facial feature which make you so different, that turns me on, I can achieve a hard-on just running my fingers through your hair. I'm sure you must feel the same about black men or we wouldn't be having this conversation right now."

"Look how beautiful by black hand appears holding your white breast." moving his hand to demonstrate the point. "I also love black women but as a meal. A beautiful blond woman, such as yourself, is a scrumptious dessert I enjoy but once a month." Akeem said, bending over to kiss Heather's nipple.

"I'm sure the same holds true for your husbands as well." said Johan, asking, "Ken, if you had to choose, what color bull cock would you rather watch fucking Staci, a white one or a black one like mine?"

"I'd much rather watch yours!" Ken said emphatically, as Staci stroked out another couple of drops of pre-cum into his now wet pants.

"Well then let's all lift up our glass to black cocks." Akeem laughed as he proposed the toast.

"To black cocks!", all said, laughing and finishing their drinks. 

"Maybe we should bring Akeem and Johan along in our field studies as a data collectors since they are so good at collecting and interpreting data?", Ken said changing the subject. 

"No, I'll leave nature's birds and bees to you. My job is to instruct beautiful white wives on the facts of life in a nice soft hotel bed." Akeem laughed with everyone laughing with him. They were all becoming fast friends, with both Al and Ken both feeling very comfortable about Akeem and Johan being their wives first black lovers.

"Akeem, Heather is the love of my life and I would do anything for her. Up to tonight I thought that meant providing, caring, and protecting her. Now I'm understanding it means sharing her with you. How do you think this night could play out so we're all happy tomorrow morning when we all wake up." Al said.

"That's so sweet, love, let me give you a big kiss." Heather said to Al, also giving his cock a lovers squeeze conditioning him as well.

"The same goes for me as well." Ken added, "I'm just so nervous about the whole situation, it feels like I have been spun around a dozen times and dropped in the center of a maize and I have no clue what to do."

"Perfectly nature feeling Ken. What we all need to do is take it slow and relax and enjoy ourselves along the way. Your wives are in complete control of the night, what they do or won't do is completely up to them."

"A suggestion I would make, to have this work for all of us tonight, is that you need to move from the typical white male attitude which views a black manhood inside his wife as a threat, to one of being an opportunity. An opportunity for both of you. For Staci it would be to experience sexual bliss, and for you, to cum harder watching her than you ever have cum inside her. Our black cocks will form a metaphorical bridge for both of you to cross over entering sexual heaven on earth." Akeen poetically stated.

"How would it be possible for me to view your huge black cock inside Heather not being a threat to me?" Al asked incredulously, meaning it was simply impossible.

"Excellent, excellent question Al," Akeem said going on to explain, "Cuckoldry is only as old as civilization, about 10,000 years. Modern man lived in trial societies prior to that for over a 1,000,000 years. On a percentage basis modern man has only lived in civilization with the possibility of being cuckolded for only 1% his existence."

"How are you dating the birth of civilization, and why are you linking it to cuckoldry?" Ken followed up.

"The birth of civilization is dated to the birth of agriculture, specially the growing of storable grain crops...wheat, rice, and maize. Instead of being a nomad and following game, man made his home on a specific piece of land, raised crops, and fed the excess to fenced in animals also on a specific piece of land that he said he now 'owned'. Akeem continued.




APC Ch. 03



"I'd best hurry and change before they arrive," Heather said, narrowing down her choices on which fresh set of lingerie to wear for the room party. "How do you think I'd look in this?" she asked, holding up a deep royal blue lace garter along with a matching pair of back seamed lace topped stockings. The lingerie would form a perfect 'A' frame of lust guaranteed to draw the eyes of hungry black lovers up her long shapely legs to her exposed blond pussy beneath the garter in front and lovely high ass in back.

"Put it on and model for me." Al said with a huge smile as he reached for the camera.

There is an unearthly feeling of sexual electricity that flows through any hubby radiating in the pit of his stomach watching his wife dress and apply makeup looking as sexy and inviting as she can for her black lovers. The hubby is now turned into her best girl friend advising what looks sexiest, taking great pride in how turned on her lovers become feasting their eyes on his wife. 

Modeling, Heather looked as fuckable as any woman who ever lived as she turned and bent over to show off her body and lingerie smiling at Al asking how she looked. 

"There is one big problem however, as I see it, with you wearing only a garter, stockings, and pumps. Every black bull is going to cum the instant they see you. I'd like to watch at least a couple of them fuck you", Al laughed. "Are you going to wear anything else to go with it, a cover up perhaps, to give them at least a fighting chance?" 

"Do you think I really need one, won't it simply get in the way? I really liked showing off my tits at the Zebra Party discovering I have an exhibitionist streak I didn't know existed." Heather said, cupping her mounds for her husband to see and appreciate.

Al knew Heather was stripping for action, wearing only accent lingerie which wouldn't interfere the least bit with fucking. Adding a top would also decrease the chance her nipples would be sucked on enough to swell her breasts with milk turning her into a wet nurse. Heather, being envious of Staci's tits which were now larger than hers, was on a mission to reclaim her size advantage. 

"Your completely right, the garter set is all you need. It would be a crime to cover up your perfect breasts," Al said, adjusting the camera settings, "Let me take some pictures of you before the party starts. You've never looked sexier than you do tonight." Al said, which of course she did having a intense aura of radiant sexuality created by her body unconsciously responding to sixty black guys fondling her at the bar and on the dance floor, all wanting to fuck her silly.

All women are exhibitionist at heart, if given the opportunity to show themselves off. Men who want monogamous wives, to ensure genetic inheritance, naturally won't allow them to exhibit their bodies in slut wear attracting the attention of other men who will fuck them. Sharing males, on the other hand, encourage their wives to dress provocatively seeking such attention. An exhibitionist wife and a voyeur husband is a match made in heaven.

The number one, best way, to bring out the exhibitionist in a women and to satisfy the voyeur hubby is to take sexy pictures. A good hubby photographer will always ask his wife/model for a 'little more'-bend over a little more, show your tits a little more, spread your legs a little more. Some women get so turned on with the camera seducing them they orgasm to the sound of shutter clicks.

Heather, already hot before photo session started, was now visibly leaking white pussy cum turned white hot by the nasty poses Al told her to strike. Using the macro function for close ups of her nipples, spread out pussy, and asshole, with the lens only inches away, the camera captured images inside Heather's body that no one had ever seen. The final series of pictures had Heather on her knees in bed spreading out her ass cheeks with her fingers showing off both her virgin butthole and cream filling pussy with her head turned smiling into the camera.

"So do you think I'm going to get lucky tonight and have a least a couple of bulls come up and visit us tonight?" Heather asked coyly, with a smile wanting to hear Al's reply.

"Luck has nothing to do with it! Your face is beautiful, your body is beautiful, and from the pictures I just took, both your holes are beautiful. I'm going to rip up some paper and number each 1 - 60 necessary to keep track of everyone...'now serving #23', Al called out loudly, and then laughed.

"Can you set these up as a slide show loop on the TV? Heather asked, thinking why take sex shot pictures unless you show them to guys who want to fuck you. "Why haven't you ever asked to take pictures like these of me before, we've been married six years, and have been intimate for ten. Al, what took you so long?"

Knowing better late than never, would not be a good answer, Al replied, "I've never been this turned on looking at you. I'm still not over the shock of realizing it was you walking up to me naked at the party in the arms of a black man and how sexy you looked flirting with all those black guys at the bar and on the dance floor with their hands all over you. It lit a fuse now knowing I have the sexiest wife in the world and I want the pictures as proof to show everyone."

"Everyone?" Heather laughed, "Your faculty colleagues, and the neighbors next door?"

"Well not everyone, but I bet there're many other couples who share the same black cock fetish we do who would love to see you in action." Al said.

"So are you going to set up an adult only blog starring me?" Heather asked, striking a pose pretending to suck on a cock.

"Would you mind?" Al asked, in a begging puppy dog tone of voice.

"Well I guess not. Now that your fuse is lit, I suppose it's up to me to keep it burning," Heather laughed adjusting her stocking seam to run perfectly up the back of her leg.

"So what do I need to do, for you Mr. Photographer, so you always want take sexy pictures of me? Would fucking black guys in front of you be enough motivation to take the lens cap off and snap a couple and post them on the web?" Heather teased.

"That would work for me, would that work for you?" Al asked.

"Only as long as you encourage me, but please don't try to me force. You can ask me to do something, but you can't tell me to do anything. Is that understood." Heather said seriously.

"Perfectly."

Al then started the slide show loop on the 50 inch TV screen, both smiling at how fuckable she looked. Al was excited about watching the bulls facial expressions, especially the whites of their eyes growing larger, viewing the slide show waiting their turn as crystal clear close up pictures of Heather's pussy and butthole flashed on the screen.

"So were the other black guys you met at the bar and danced with nice guys? It looked that both of you were having a really good time with everyone of them. Ken and I of course never had the chance to meet any of them, so they'll all be strangers to us when they walk in." Al asked.

"There was a movie out forty years ago, called the Stepford Wives, ever remember watching it?" Heather asked.

"Sure a bunch of guys somehow programing their wives to become compliant sex slaves, with all the wives dressing and acting the same, turning into carbon copies of each other." Al said.

"Well all the guys I met at the bar were Stepford Bulls, speaking with the same English accent as both Akeem and Johan, all were extremely good looking, complementary, suave, and gentlemanly to a nth degree, not doing anything we didn't want done. If I was single I wouldn't turn down a date with any of them." Heather said.

"But you're married." Al laughed.

"I still wouldn't turn down a date with any of them." Heather said, causing both of them to roll with laughter.

"So there wasn't a guy there you want me to keep away from you tonight, if you know what I mean?" Al asked.

"I know exactly what you mean Al, and no, there wasn't a single guy I met tonight that I would say no too...does that sound bad or what, saying I'd fuck every guy at the bar?" Heather asked, knowing she was slowly turning into a total black cock slut.

"No, not at all, if they're all great guys, they're all great guys. It makes it easy for me knowing I don't have to stand guard duty over your pussy and ass. Still we should have a safe word so I know when to end the party if your getting tired and don't want to fuck anymore, after all, what were there, sixty bulls at the bar. I don't think your going to have time for all of them tonight." Al laughed.

"Your right, our safe word for the night is 'sour', Staci's is whiskey, so if you two hear us call out 'whiskey sour' you'll know we are both needing to wrap it up. Heather smiled, now go to the door separating our rooms (each with two queen beds) and open it up for the party none of us will ever forget." 

It's been said that great minds think alike, well it's also true for IR slutwives. Walking into Heather's room Staci wore only a deep burgundy garter and matching stockings set with red pumps, an outfit a high priced call girl might wear under her khaki trench coat for a quickie hotel date.

Both laughed at how they selected the same style lingerie asking Al to take pictures of them together. As he took pictures Heather and Staci put on a show for their husbands striking leg cocked poses to better show off their clits, and with both bending over and spreading their ass cheeks. Al then adjusted the camera timer setting in on the desk so they all could get in the picture. Ken on the far left with Staci's right leg cocked, then Heather with her left leg cocked with Al on the far right. An IR Bonnie and Clyde photo, sans guns, with Ken and Al never smiling so hard in their entire lives.

With only a minute or so before guest were to arrive, Ken laid Heather back on the bed producing a pocket comb to touch up her bush strip making it perfect. Lending the comb to Ken he did the same for Staci. Looking at their wives lying on the bed with picture perfect pussies that no black man could possibly resist, Heather laughed, "Are you two going to keep them looking this good the entire night?"

"We'll try our hardest, but with all the cum that's going to be pumped into you two tonight we can't make any promises." Ken laughed along with Al, followed by a knock on the door. The party had officially started.

Al opened the door, standing besides Ken, as Akeem and Johan were applying signs with the number/letter '1A' to both of their hallway doors. The number one meant they were a first time IR couple with 'A' indicating the wife is an anal virgin so they won't assume they can fuck her up the butt. Johan went on to inform them if the door is closed then no one is allowed to enter, if open, anyone who wants to fuck is welcomed to party with the wife.

"A couple of things more, after a bull walks into your room it is considered extremely disrespectful to end the party before they blow a load inside your wife. Also if her anal status changes cross off the 'A' on the door as soon as it does." Johan continued.

"That means we have to monitor how tired our wives are becoming and how many bulls are still in the room waiting their turn." Ken realized.

"Exactly, consider the door to be a valve which you need to open and close to allow in the right number of black lovers for your wives." Akeem said.

"We found out talking to your wives at dinner they're runners." Johan informed.

"Yes they both are, and have been for years, completing their third marathon this spring." Ken said.

"Excellent, then there're in suburb shape and should be able to bone for hours." Johan smiled.

"Wishful thinking, I don't think you know our wives," Ken offered, "After fifteen minutes, Staci is ready to call it quits, what about Heather and you, Al?"

"Yep, I'd say fifteen minutes is about Heather's maximum as well." Al confirmed.

"Yes, however, neither of you has ever witnessed your wife in a natural primate copulating environment before, which they will experience for the first time in their lives tonight." Akeem added, "Can we talk privately for a couple of minutes in the hallway?"

"Sure, what on earth you mean by a natural primate copulating environment?" Ken asked.

"Both of you being scientists, I'm sure you're aware chimpanzees are the closest genetic match to humans, sharing an identical 98% of our chromosomal makeup. To understand how humans acted pre-civilization when women's sexuality was determined by biology rather than restrictive social norms, look no further than how chimps act in the wild today."

"In the wild chimp females come into heat, as evidenced by their crimson red swollen labia, signaling they are ready to be mounted by any and all males in the troupe. She stays hot until the last male is finished with her knowing she must accept every male, as many times as they want her, to help insure her baby's survival.

"Why is that so?" asked Al.

"Simple. Each males who deposits in her, thinks there is a chance the baby is his and once born will be both a provider and protector. The more males she mates with the greater her baby's chances are. Tonight your wives will be freed of the monogamous constraints imposed by civilization thrown back a million years accepting a tribal gangbang as a natural way of mating."

"You won't believe the chimps offering up their holes to whoever walks through your door tonight, are your wives! You might even overhear some bulls affectionately referring to your wife 'chimping' tonight, meaning she is in full heat and is insatiable. When that happens it's best that you lie in bed next to her comforting her holding hands and wipe the sweat off while she fucks like a crazed nymphomaniacal slut until she cools off a bit making sure she drinks enough water."

"The dehydration problem with be compounded by the almost constant squirting they'll do reaching orgasm after orgasm with almost no time in between. Running a marathon isn't easy, but running a marathon and sprinting for a couple of miles in the middle of the race while constantly peeing is ridiculousness...but that's exactly what your wives will be sexually doing this evening."

Al and Ken looked at each other dumb-struck for the second time tonight searching for words to say but unable to find any visualizing the wives on all fours hooting like Tarzan's pet chimp Cheeta in peak heat, ordering the bull fucking her to hurry up and dump his load so next bull in the long line can do the same while she's squirting piss on the floor. Ken was the first one to speak up this time, asking if they was anything they needed to do?

"A perfectly asked question, and the answer is a resounding...Yes. Both of you in fact are the determining factors if tonight goes according to natures plan and your wives achieve and experience the rapture of their biological sexual potential." Akeem said.

"What do you mean?" Al asked.

"Have you ever paid attention to what goes on in the corner of a boxing match between rounds?" Johan said taking over the conversation, answering a question with a question.

"Yes, said Ken, they give instructions, offer water, and smear Vaseline over the fighters face to slip punches and avoid cuts."

"Exactly," Johan said, I want you and Al to consider yourself corner men for your wives tonight."

"Who are they fighting, and what are the odds?" Al laughed to break it up a bit, with everyone laughing.

"No one of course," Johan said, continuing, "Between rounds means between bulls, during this time give her any suggestions you might have on getting them off quicker, such as thrusting her hips milking the cock, or stroking the bull waiting next in line to fuck her with her free hand. There will be a host of guys that want to sperm your wives tonight, so the quicker they all cum the better. If they don't cum quick they will fuck them out, leaving others very unhappy."

"After advise, be sure to have her drink sufficient water, more than a gulp or two, passionate sex burns off as many calories as running so make sure she doesn't dehydrate and run out of energy. A pint every hour is the minimum amount she should drink. Finally, her holes most be sufficiently lubed, error on the side of too much rather than too little. The other danger of her stopping early is soreness, which can be easily prevented by an extra squirt or two of lube."

"Both of you're rooms are sure to be popular party spots tonight along with the six other first timers." Akeem said, "Your wives will be very much in demand. Often more seasoned hotwives will also stop by to lend a hand, or mouth, speeding up the party by prepping the bulls who then need only a very small amount of time, sometimes only a minute or two, to blow their load inside her. So, may I ask, how long does it take for them to run a marathon?"

"About four fours." Al answered.

"Well if you both do you job correctly tonight, that's how long your doors should remain open." Akeem smiled.

"All of this is great to know, Speaking for Ken, we'll do our best," said Al looking up and down the hallway for the other eight invited guest friends of Akeem and Johan.

"Our friends will be along shortly, but Johan and myself wanted your first time sharing to be special and private, may we come in." Akeem asked.

"Of course." Ken said, opening the door wide so both brothers could see Staci and Heather sitting on the bed, who then stood up with huge smiles on their faces gloriously presenting their naked bodies to the brothers entering the room.

"If, god forbid, your eyes were plucked out by a African eagle tomorrow, dear brother, what would be the one vision you would remember for all your remaining days?" Akeem asked.

"Staci and Heather standing before us, as they are right now, before we made love to both of them in front of their husbands." Johan replied.

Not saying a word, Heather went to Akeem, and Staci to Johan, each giving their black lover a passionate kiss and feeling his bulge through his pants. Akeem reciprocated by fingering Heather saying she was more than ready, while Johan concentrated his attention on sucking Staci's nipples and squeezing her tits, saying she was very close to producing milk, which of course everyone at the party will want to taste.

"Your tits and nipples are truly incredible Staci, I don't believe I've ever seen greater swelling in such a short amount of time. I'm already starting to see some white color in the drops, It should take long at all before your a wet nurse. Johan, you have done an excellent job," his brother Akeem said proudly.

"I want mine to look like Staci's," Heather said almost as an command, not feeling the least bit shy she would come off being jealous or pouty. "I want my tits to make milk too." As she looked over at both of Staci's nipples leaking out a drop every couple of seconds falling on the floor forming small puddles.

"And so they shall, I'll put a note under the 1A sign on your door that any bull who fucks you must first suck on your nipples until relieved by the next bull. I promise your tits will, if not tonight by certainly morning, be producing milk," Akeem said, bending down sucking on her pebble hard nipple and giving her tit a coaxing squeeze.

"To start the party off tonight Johan and I need quality time alone with you as couples. I'll stay here with Heather and Al while Johan will be the guest of Staci and Ken in their room." Akeem announced as Johan took the hand of Staci going into the other room with Al following along, closing the partition door behind him so both couples could have complete privacy with their first time black lovers.

Standing in the middle of the room Akeem told Al to stripe naked, with Akeem drawing Heather's attention to his flaccid two inch dick which was much smaller and thinner than his erect five incher at the Zebra Party.




APC Ch. 03



"That's the size it usually is." Heather said, taking Al's dick and wiggling it back and forth between her two fingers, adding, with a smile, "I bet yours is a little bit bigger."

"Would you both please drop to your knees. Heather I need you to unzip my fly and pull out my cock so Al can compare the size of his dick to my African love stick." Akeem instructed.

Saying nothing but looking over at Al she unzipped his pants and sent her fingers into the opening on a fishing expedition for his cock giggling and laughing once her hand finally closed around the biggest cock she had ever felt in her life. Pulling it out slowly like it was an year long anticipated Christmas present, she smiled at Al sharing the joyful moment with him.

Once completely exposed and hanging, his magnificent uncut cock dangled over half way to his knees. Akeem then undid his pants letting them fall to the floor and took his shirt off standing naked before them. Both Al and Heather's eyes were inches away from his black man hood staring at its hypnotic power.

"I would like you both to use one or two words to describe my cock to your spouse, not reusing any words, starting with you Heather." Akeem instructed.

"Huge," Al, "Jet black," Heather, "Uncut," Al "Deeply veined," Heather, "Hung," Al, "Heavy balls," Heather, "Beautiful," Al, "Magnificent," Heather, "Suckable," Al, "Touchable," Heather, "Fuckable," Al, "Cleanable."

"Very well done, now Al I want your hand on the lower half of my cock, and Heather I want you hand on the upper hand, I want you to both stroke my cock together turning me on and making me hard which will expose my cockhead for you to see."

Al had never touched a cock in his life only playing with his small dick and had the same look as Heather had on her face fishing it out of Akeem's pants, one of wonderment and awe. Heather and Al found a rhythm together soon making Akeem's magnificent cock grow to close to ten inches and swell to over three inches thick.

Heather was now thankful that Akeem devoted so much time and patience in stretching her out.

As his cock became harder the purple colored cockhead made up of black skin and red blood slowly made its way out of the foreskin shell. With added encouragement from both their hands Akeem's cock continued to lengthen and expand pulling back the foreskin now tightly stretched over his fully exposed mushroom head turning more crimson than purple. Both Heather and Al were struck with the same awe as when they watched a butterfly escape from its cocoon. 

"Isn't it simply breathtakingly beautiful?" Heather asked Al.

"It truly is magnificent, love, I can't wait to see it inside you," her excited hubby said.

"Patience, Al, patience, you are both doing a wonderful job," Akeem said, drawing attention to the pre-cum oozing now in a steady out of his cock which Heather smeared over his cockhead and down his thick shaft making him moan.

"Al would you please guide my cock into your wife's mouth, I want to feel the wetness and warmth of Heather's tongue on my cockhead and the vacuum of her sucking tempting the sperm from my balls." Akeem said looking down at both with his hands on top of each of their heads standing before them as a benevolent black god.

Looking at her husband, never upwards into the eyes of god, Heather wet her lips, closed her eyes and opened her mouth surrounded by blood red lipstick covered lips his wife's mouth was an oral pussy.

"Dear, can you open your mouth just a little more." Al asked knowing it would be a tight fit.

Saying nothing Heather stretched her mouth another quarter of a inch wide and then felt the tip of his black cockhead invade her mouth touching her tongue delivering its first drop of pre-cum. Only being able to fit half his length inside her mouth she instinctively closed her mouth around it to create a seal. Opened her eyes she look at Al and then began flicking her tongue like a snake over Akeem's cockhead while gently applying a sucking force.

"Al you are a very lucky man, your wife is an excellent cocksucker. What are your thoughts watching her giving me an excellent blow job, which most certainly will result in me orgasming in her mouth?"

"Well first of all thank you for complementing Heather on her cock sucking abilities. What makes her so great is the increase in suction she applies the closer to are to cuming. I'm sure you've heard the expression, 'she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose', well my wife can. I know I'm the luckiest man alive, and never more so than tonight. My thoughts that I can't believe how natural and wondrous your black cock looks inside her mouth."

"Natural?" Akeem answered, surprised at Al's word choice. 

"Like it belongs there, and should always be there. Your black cock was ordained to be in my wife's white mouth. I thank both of you for allowing me to watch."

"So there are no jealous feelings you have towards watching your wife suck me, and then fuck me, offering up both her holes to black cock?"

"Absolutely none, rather than feel jealousy, I feel completed. A huge missing piece of our marital sexuality jigsaw puzzle has been found tonight and I'm sure your puzzle piece will also fit perfectly inside my wife's pussy and ass as it does in her mouth." Al said, extending his hand and shaking Akeem's as Heather smiled at both of them with her eyes for becoming friends knowing she would have no difficulty at all orgasming on Akeem's cock now that Al had given his complete approval.

"Would you like to take a couple of pictures of Heather sucking me?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Ken quickly getting up grabbed his camera and started snapping.

"So Heather do you like sucking on my cock? What are your feelings concerned what your husband has said about black cock being a found missing piece of your married sexuality." Akeem asked.

Pulling out the one half of Akeem's cock Heather was able to fit in her mouth out Heather smiled at the crimson cockhead her tongue had been playing with.

"I don't know who loves your cock more, Al or myself...it's only important we both do." Heather said standing up telling Al she wanted him to pose for pictures with Akeem while she held both their cocks in her hand showing off her wedding ring.

"Look at the difference, Al, Akeem's cock is 10x the size of yours!"

"What can I say dear, other than I'm sorry that's all I have, but happy you'll be enjoying his black cock reaching places deep inside of you that you never knew existed," Al said, killing off a phobia that has plagued him since his freshman year in high school. The phobia that others would find out he had a small dick.

Al, unlike the other three, had come from a consolidated multi-cultural high school background. Prior to high school Al's district was so small there was no middle school so the jump from elementary to high school was often a shock, especially after the first shower following the mandated freshman PE class. The day had been a mental scar on Al's psyche altering everything about him, from then, to a minute ago.

Walking into the open shower filled mostly with twenty black guys soaping up their hanging meat, Al almost felt castrated with his two inch hairless dick drawing the eyes of everyone. It's not what they said to him that killed him inside, it was the snickering and pointing that drove a stake through his heart making him feel the most inadequate, embarrassed, and uncomfortable in his entire life. Hurrying out of the shower, he never returned, going to class sweaty was a small price to pay for not feeling humiliated.

Taking a date the next year to Scary Movie, Al thought they were writing about him when a character in the movie named Greg complained about his 'baby dick', labeling it a disability calling on the rest of the cast to be sensitive to his plight. Of course all the other cast members bust their guts laughing and pointing at it spreading their thumb and forefinger a couple of inches apart. The entire movie audience laughed more at that scene than any other, except of course for Al, who felt like sliding under the seat.

So what freed the demons from Al, was his reply back to his wife...admitting his 'short comings', and the good news being he's more than willing to accept big black cocks into their marriage making up for his small manhood...problem solved. It really was no different, Al thought, than a hard of hearing person buying a hearing aid, or a visually impaired person buying a cane. You recognize the problem, check your vanity at the front door, and do something about it.

"Let me hold one in one hand and one in the other," Heather said lining both up against her outstretched palm, with Al taking pictures.

"What did you say small dicks were called at the party?" Heather asked Akeem.

"Dicklets." Akeem answered.

"Would you say Al's would be more like a dick or dicklet?"

"Definitely a dicklet. No harm intended, Al" Akeem answered.

"None taken," Al replied, "Quite to the contrary, I'm as turned on by our difference in the size as Heather is. It will be a toss up between us whether she'll get more satisfaction getting fucked by it or me watching. I've always been embarrassed my entire adult life about having such a small dick, but no more...vive la difference," Al said proudly, accepting his tiny dicklet for the first time in his life.

"Maybe when we go back home, I should have some t-shirts made up with an 'I love my small dick' theme for you to wear, celebrating what you had kept hidden all your entire adult life. If Akeem is going to make me feel half as good as I think he his there is no going back in the closet for you...if I'm going black, you're not going back to your dicklet phobia." Heather laughed.

"That would be thoughtful of you. I'd wear them with pride." Al smiled.

"Al, from what I'm hearing, the strength of your voyeurism is a function of the difference in size between your dicklet and my cock." Akeem asked.

"Yes, and of course the fact that it is black." Al replied.

"So you would enjoy tonight even more if your dicklet was smaller or my cock larger?" Akeem asked, "If you'd like we can apply ice to your dicklet making it turtle in to less than one inch in size reduced to a micro dicklet?"

"Thanks, but no thanks, I don't want to go the smaller route, but if you cock was a couple inches longer and a half inch thicker, yes it would turn me on more." Al confessed, sheepishly looking at Heather.

"I don't even know if I can fit all this inside me." Heather said hoisting up Akeem's cock, "and your telling me I need to start thinking about spreading my legs for a monster cock, really Al."

"A couple of the guys at the bar meet your description having what we call a mugambo or huge cock, and if Heather is willing, I'll introduce you to them later on in the evening, once she has completely relaxed. Often a woman is a size queen and isn't aware she is until after being fucked by one." Akeem said.

"A size queen?" Heather questioned, not knowing what it meant.

"A size queen is a woman who need a big thick cock to really get her off. Part of it is of course the extra physical stimulation size provides, but their is also the visual turn on of watching herself being impaled by a large black cock. You may well be a size queen but never having had been fucked by one aren't aware of it." Akeem informed.

"Interesting that Al and I always make love in the dark. I think I'd very much like to voyeur everyone making love to me tonight." Heather said.

"Great, so are you game to take on a mugambo lover?" Al said hopefully, wanting Heather to explore her unknown sexuality.

"We'll see how the night goes, but you better be extra special nice to me mister if you want that to happen." Heather said with a hint of a smile.

"So what are you feelings concerning my cock, Heather"?

"The color is nice and erotic and all, but I'm thinking when I close my eyes the color of the cock inside me isn't going to matter, it's whether or not I'm fucking a nice guy, who knows how to use it. Al's a great hubby, and knows how to use what he has...the question is, have I been missing something, could I be, as you said, a size queen and not know it?" Heather offered.

"So what if Heather wanted to fuck a white guy with a cock the same size as mine, say an Italian, what would be your thoughts, Al?"

"Well they would be mixed, first it would be great to watch a John Holmes sized cock fuck her, but I'd most certainty miss the contrast, and more importantly feel somewhat threatened.

"Threatened?" Akeem followed up.

"Yes, by me feeling there would be more a chance I could lose her to a white lover, than a black lover, no offense."

"None taken, I perfectly understand, you feel black guys fucking your wife are 'safer' and therefore you felt more comfortable comparing your dicklet with me rather than you would with a white guy?

"Exactly."

"So Heather knowing Al would be threatened by a large white cock, and if you enjoy what size has to offer you tonight, what do you think the solution is?" Akeem asked knowing there was but one answer.

"Only let hung black men fuck me?" Heather said, answering the question while making a statement.

"Exactly, both Akeem and Al said together laughing and high fiving each other.

"Okay, now that we all have that figured out, I want a picture of both you lining up with my open mouth," Heather said going to her knees and bringing Akeem's cock and her husband's dicklet with in a couple of inches of her mouth as Al snapped a series of pictures.

"Decisions, decisions," Heather laughed, "Which shall I choose, my hubby's cute little white dicklet, or my lover's zebra hung black cock?"

Giving Al's dicklet a quick kiss, telling it she still loved it, Heather took Akeem into her mouth with Al kissing her on top of the head and shaking Akeem's hand telling him how happy he was that his wife was now worshiping black cock with Heather putting all her effort into giving Akeem a blow joy he wouldn't soon forget.

"You really do enjoy sucking on my cock, don't you Heather?" Akeem asked, as Heather worked her mouth along the shaft and played 'pop goes the weasel' a half dozen times with his cock head feeling more comfortable with it in her mouth now creating a powerful suction and then pulling her head back quickly making a popping sound.

"I love sucking on your cock, it's the first time I've ever gotten wet being turned on sucking, maybe it's the anticipation of having it inside me with you making love to me with it. Or maybe I was turned on by what Al said about how natural I look with a black cock in my mouth and how he also wants to see it inside both my pussy and ass. All I know is, for what ever the reason, I'm falling in love with your cock...can I go back to sucking on it, please?"

"Of course you can my dear. Would you like it if I released my seed and flood your mouth with my cum?"

"There is nothing I'd like more, anything that gives you pleasure gives me pleasure." Heather said with her green eyes looking up at her black lover.

"I'd like you both back down on your knees please. Al stroke me long and hard milking me in your wife's mouth. Heather please put you hands to your side and tease me as much as you can with your lips, tongue and suction to draw the sperm out of my balls, you're doing such a great job it should take long for me to cum. When I do, hold it all in your mouth, I'm sure Al would like to take a picture or two of my cum pool and then have you share it with him, isn't that correct Al?"

"Completely, Al said as he took Akeem's cock in his hand stroking it asking Akeem if he would take some pictures of them kneeling in front of him jacking him off into Heather's mouth.

"Of course, a first time black cum oral communion is a once in a life time event which should be preserved forever in pictures." Akeem said respectfully.

"Could Al stoke his dicklet with his free hand?" Heather asked Akeem, "I'd like to see him hard proving he's turned on by the thought of black cum being pumping into my mouth."

"Of course, but Al, you know the rule?" Akeem answered.

"About how hubbies always cum last, and how the party hasn't even started yet?" Al smiled.

"So can you hold back, even as you feel my pulses of sperm race up your fingers into your wife's eagerly accepting open mouth."

"I'll try my hardest." Al said with a worried tone that he might fail.

"There are two techniques you will learn tonight which will prevent you from cuming. The first is the squeeze method where you remove your hand from your dicket and squeeze hard on your balls to cause pain which overrides the pleasure sensation. The second, and the most preferred, is to always have a wet wash cloth with a couple of ice cubes wrapped up inside it handy at all times. When you feel close, drape the cloth over your dicklet as squeeze until your erection becomes a turtle." Akeem advised.

"I'll try the ball squeeze method first." Al said.

"Fine, when your fingers feel my first squirt of cum shooting up my cock, you cease stroking yourself immediately and squeeze your nuts hard! Feeling my cum rushing out of my body your body will naturally desire the same pleasure...which you must avoid." Akeem cautioned. "Heather's enjoyment tonight is no small part is depended on you being hard and encouraging her to accept black cock. If you cum it ruins it for everyone...I'm I clear?"

"Perfectly." Al said, now confident he could play the role of a proper hubby.

Akeem stood before them, a black bull high priest, with his followers kneeling worshipping at the church of black cock, signaled Al to being stroking both their manhoods, Al loved how Akeem's cock filled his hand feeling both hard and smooth at the same time giving him a sense of power controlling its pleasure. Working Akeem back up to full hardness took only a couple of minutes which was all the time necessary for Al to also achieve a full erection and leak his first drop of pre-cum, which Heather saw smiling at it with her eyes.

Akeem's eyes were now closed with his head slightly tossed back as his mind focused on the scene playing out at his feet urging his balls to tense, release, and relax offering up his cum as communion for the first timers. Arching his back now and low moaning Al stroked faster and harder knowing Akeen was very close to cuming. Heather also sensing the inevitable, closed her eyes and formed a tight seal around his cock to hold the cum pool and create a strong vacuum to encourage the flow.

Yelling an African word, that loosely translated means the 'mother of all gods', Akeem's body lurched forward sending his first and strongest pulse of cum into Heather's mouth, hitting the back of her tonsils. Al immediately moved his hand to his nuts and squeezed hard sending a bolt of pain running down his legs and up through his spine, while he continued to milk Akeem's sperm into his wife's mouth never missing a stroke, feeling wave after wave of cum pulsing out of his cock.

Heather instinctively tried to pull back given the surprising force of his squirt, but Akeem had anticipated her reaction from his experience with first time white wives. Firmly holding the back of Heather's head in place she received the remaining seven shots of first communion black cock cum his balls fired as they rose up and then descended completely relaxed. Heather now held in her mouth his body and blood tasting much different than cheap wine and a wafer.

Heather's mouth of course was overwhelmed by the volume of cum being pumped into it and had no other choice but to break the seal her mouth formed allowing the excess to leak out and run down her chin forming a small puddle directly underneath, which of course Al would lick off the floor once he finished jacking off Akeem.

After Al counted eight spasms with his hand, and there wasn't a ninth, he released Akeem's cock from his grip and watched as he withdrew it from Heather's mouth leaving behind a cum pool so full Heather had to push up her lower lip to prevent more of it from draining out.




APC Ch. 03



"Al before you take a picture, I believe I still have a drop or two of cum still remaining in my cock. Would you please squeeze them out and then lick them off and clean up the floor?" Akeem asked, taking more POV pictures of Al on his knees.

Taking his cock in both his hands Al slowly, but firmly squeezed the length of Akeem's cock which was pointing directly towards his mouth. Smiling that his work effort produced five or six good sized drops Al readily open up his mouth accepting a black man's cum cock for the first time. Al then readily sucked dry his cockhead, shaft and balls and licked the floor spotless, all while looking at Heather's cum pool of swimming sperm.

"Wow, you came a ton!" Al exclaimed, with Heather nodding in the affirmative almost imperceptively, afraid of tipping the close to overflowing pool of jizz. 

"Only because of your excellent work stroking and your wife's lovely mouth sucking. I normally only deposit five or six squirts, but tonight I believe I did eight." Akeem proudly announced.

"I hope you held some of your boys in reserve." Al said expressing concern Akeem had shot his entire load with nothing left for Heather's pussy or ass.

"All the bulls here tonight wound be here if they couldn't cum at least three times with as little as fifteen minutes between ejaculations. Some of the very young bulls have a refractory period as short a five minutes. For me every time I cum the volume is reduced by one half. Having shot eight pulses in your wife's mouth I should be able to shoot four into her pussy." Akeem stated.

"So doing the basic math, that leaves two streams of cum into her ass." Al concluded.

"Yes, and by the way, you did great by not cuming, I hope you didn't injure yourself, you squeezed your balls very hard?"

"Still does hurt a little, I think I'll use the icy wash cloth method from now on." Al said, thinking the last time he hurt his nuts so bad was when he was twelve and the gears slipped on his bike.

"Wise choice." Akeem said, "Al take a couple of pictures of Heather's full mouth, I'm sure you'll want to scrapbook ever thing that happens tonight and then lie on your black and give me the camera so I can take pictures of you two snowballing my cum."

Doing exactly as he was told, Al lay on his back to receive the sacrament of black cum being poured out his wife's mouth now a chalice.

"Heather, I want you to deposit all my cum in Al's mouth being very careful not to spill a drop. A cardinal rule for sharing couples is all bull cum must either be absorbed in body or eaten by either the hotwife or hubby. Never wipe off or wipe up a black bulls cum, it's an act of complete disrespect. Heather, once Al has all my cum in his mouth change positions with him so he can slowly snowball one half of it back into your mouth." Akeem instructed.

Finally able to close her lips around the cum pool Heather lined her mouth up with Al's wide open mouth about three inches below hers. Ever so slowly she opened a small gap in her lips looking like she was puckering up for a kiss. Instead a single drop of pearly white black man cum escaped dropping dead center on the back of Al's throat. Happy she was lined up perfectly she gradually parted her lips allow first a small stream and then large to cascade off her chin into her husbands mouth, while Akeem took a dozen pictures or more.

Repeating the process and not losing a single drop in the transfer, Al returned one half of Akeem's cum to Heather.

"That was spectacular," Akeem said, "Your cum swapping was simply one of, if not the most erotic snowballings I have the honor of being part of... look you two have made me grow hard again," pointing to his cock growing firmer with every beat of his heart.

"Now go to your knees with each of you holding my cock with one of your hands and do not swallow until I give you permission." Akeem instructed

Doing as told, both were on their knees with Al's hand around the base of Akeem's cock and Heather's around his re-exposed cock head. 

"I'd like both of you to nod your heads in the affirmative if you agree with what I say. If either of you disagree the night and party are over. Do you both understand?"

Both nod.

"Do both of you agree your marriage has been lacking in lust which only black cock like the one you are holding in your hands can satisfy."

Both nod.

"Do both of you agree that black cock, from this day forward, will always be an integral part of your marriage, never refusing the others request for more black lovers, thereby making your marriage bonds stronger cemented together by ejaculations of black cum.

Both nod.

"Please swallow, kiss my cock, stand, and kiss... I now pronounce you a newly married interracial wife sharing couple. Upon swallowing, and showing their empty mouth to each other and Akeem, both Heather and Al experienced an instant transubstantiation in their marriage. They becoming one with Akeem and his beautiful big black bulbous headed cock which Heather kissed first followed by Al, loving it as much as if they had been kissing a future baby child. Akeem captured the love in their eyes taking a half dozen pictures of the ceremony, smiling as he did as any clergy member would do performing a joyous sacrament.

Standing up and releasing Akeem's cock, both held each other with both arms, looked deeply into the other's eyes, kissed, with Al saying, 'I love you as a wife and an IR hotwife'.

"And I love you my wonderful husband, who will forever more also be my IR hubby. Now that you've had your first taste of cum I hope you're hungry for a lot more?" Heather laughed.

"It really didn't taste too bad at all, sort of like the smooth silky but bland paste taste of poi we ate in Hawaii." Al stated.

"Both which should be eaten with fingers." Akeem said laughing, "I think you'll find, when scooped out of Heather's sweet pussy or ass, black man cum will be your favorite between the two, and as a bonus it's far more nutritious," the comment making everyone laugh.

"So did you notice any difference in the taste between Akeem's cum and mine?" Al asked, thinking there of course wouldn't be.

"Honestly, there was a great deal of difference with Akeem's being both sweeter and creamier, while yours is runnier and a bit rancid." Heather said, with Al shaking his head from side to side on the latest revelation.

Akeem broke in to explain.

"It's sweeter because our diet contains much more fruit and creamier because blacks have a very high sperm to ejaculation volume ratio, the extra sperm makes it taste creamy. With a low sperm count cum is runnier and slightly rancid tasting from consuming dairy products which unfortunately blacks can't consume due to acquired lactose intolerance. After being weaned it's necessary to continue to have dairy in the diet, but due to poverty and in some cases no electrification it's not possible. After a year or two of no dairy lactose intolerance is acquired, creating a very severe health problem among us as we mature." Akeem informed.

"And why is that a problem?" Al asked.

"Calcium from milk and other dairy products protects against cardiovascular disease and hypertension which is the bane of black males the world over." Akeem informed.

"Can't you just pop a calcium pill and call it a day?" Al questioned.

"Unfortunately no, calcium supplements actually increase the risk of heart disease. For calcium to work it needs to come in a cocktail of other minerals and vitamins found only in dairy." Akeem continued.

"Heather told me at dinner she is not on birth control nor do you use condoms, and are still childless after six years of marriage." Akeem said, seeming to change the subject for the moment.

"Well we really haven't wanted any children up to this point so we could focus on Al's career." Heather explained.

"I assume however Al was cuming inside you and not using a condom for all those years?" Akeem questioned.

"Yes, but we followed the rhythm plan which worked for us." Heather added.

"It could also be due to Al having a low sperm count given your description of his runny cum consistency. Runny cum would also be negative side effect of having a vasectomy with zero sperm in the ejaculate making it less creamy and reducing the volume." Akeem advised.

"Unfortunately, a lowering of the volume greatly lowers the enjoyment of an orgasm with less out flow, lower pressure built up, and therefore, much shorter ejaculation distance achieved. Most of the white hubbies who I've partied with are reduced to being cum dribblers, celebrating a spurt of a couple of inches as being epic. I on the other hand can propel my first blast of cum over four feet." Akeem informed.

"Tell me about it, I almost thought you shot a hole through my tonsils." Heather laughed, adding that Al's cum rarely shoots out farther than six inches in no more than three weak pulses.

"I thought you might be surprised, which is why I held your head secure. You both need to understand and appreciate the power of black cock. My thinking is unless you want a black baby growing in your stomach tomorrow you best plan on birth control tonight. Each bull you'll fuck tonight has as much potency making black babies as a Black Mamba snake venom has killing people." Akeem advised.

"Ken and I talked with a couple of other cucks at the party and they recommended Plan 'B' the morning after pill." Al informed.

"Yes, that's acceptable for a single evening of fun, but is very harmful to a woman's system and can't be used frequently." Akeem cautioned.

"Frequently?" Al said, "I thought tonight would be a one and done?"

"Al, remember your vows you both took only minutes ago, if either of you need a blessing of black cum the other is bound to honor the request. You're going to be here a year surrounded by virile black men who have dreamed their entire lives of fucking a beautiful white woman, so I think you need to plan ahead further than only tonight." Akeem informed.

"So what would you suggest I do. I don't want to become pregnant carrying a baby in my belly while on safari?" Heather asked.

"Either the pill or what both Staci and you said would like to happen." Akeem, said with a smile.

"I don't understand?" Heather said, "What did I say I wanted to have happen which will stop me from getting pregnant?"

"Lactation. is natures birth control, if you lactate it shuts down your ovaries stopping your periods preventing pregnancy for up to a year." Akeem informed.

"But that means breast feeding at least four times a day. Who would want all that milk?" Heather asked.

"Growing boys who are lactose intolerant, as I was ten years ago. Lactose intolerance can be eliminated if first fed a diet of mother's milk for a couple of weeks and then slowly introducing dairy. Ten years ago I was a virgin porter with hypertension. Breast fed while learning to make love to a white couple my blood pressure is now normal. In fact everyone at the bar tonight shares my same story. It's hopefully that your porters, Rif and Gab, will one day join us at the bar attending future Zebra Parties." Akeem said.

"I remember reading a couple of years ago about how it was becoming clique for rich Chinese business men to hire nipple to mouth wet nurses," Heather mentioned.

"Yes, the lactose intolerance is China, is second only to Africa. We of course aren't rich desperately needing the contribution of milk and sexual surrogacy from white wives such as your self. So will you help us?" Akeem asked sincerely. 

"Whoa, this is getting really crazy, really fast." Al broke in, "You're telling me you want our wives to wet nurse virgin young black men and play 'Mrs. Robinson', teaching them how to fuck?"

"Al, we also are asking for contributions from you as well."

"What do you mean my contributions?"

"You'll be responsible for teaching them how to make love to a white man. Every porter need to feel comfortable having a white man suck on his cock till he cums and learn to enjoy fucking a white mans ass until he can bust a nut inside his butthole." Akeem said with out a waiver or change in tone of his voice, letting both Heather and Al know how serious he was in asking for their help.

"So every two weeks for a year we'll be teaching new porters?" Heather broke in, giving Al a moment to collect his thoughts concerning the role Ken and he would be playing for the next year while also collecting scientific data. Scientist by day and wife sharing butt buddy by night. Al then had a eureka moment realizing his anal cherry was destined to be popped that night making him a qualified instructor for the porters.

"Yes, twenty-five sets, for a total of fifty in all. Think of all the good you will be doing. There are monthly Zebra Parties held in four other African countries which are home to the porters, bring in millions of dollars each year in sex tourism money supporting the local economies. In addition each party directly contributes 10% of the revenue to local schools for learning materials and lunches."

"Tonight's party, I'm proud to say, raised over $600 for a local school providing lunches for all students for a semester. "Akeem informed, handing a letter to Heather and Al written by a ten year old fifth grade girl thanking them for the contribution saying-'I study harder and learn more when I'm not hungry. Thank you, and I love you'.

"Very touching," Heather said with tears welling up in her eyes as did Al's. "Did you say all the porters were virgins?" Heather asked, hinting she was considering the proposal asking for more information.

"Yes, completely disease free and all are very respectful and painfully shy. The government has issued a complete ban on sex education in high school and made it a crime for any public display of affection. They desperately want to have sex but simply don't know how, needing both of you to teach them how to pleasure a sharing couple, and be pleasured by them."

"The learning experience they have with both of you will determine how good of lovers they become with other sharing couples, how popular our parties are, and ultimately how much money is raised for charity and economic development. Your importance being proper white sexual surrogates can't be overstated." Akeem said trying to close the deal telling them how crucial their acceptance and participation was for everything.

"What about Staci and Ken, are they going to go along with all of this?" Al asked.

"Johan is having the same conversation with them that I'm having with you as we speak." Akeem said.

"So everything about tonight was planned, our free tickets weren't a mistake, as one banker said, but rather a trick." Al declared.

"Trick is not the word I'd use since it means harm to whom is played on. I'd rather use the word 'opportunity' to explore adding an IR component to your marriage, which of course you both, I'm happy to say, accepted readily moments ago." Akeem rationalized.

"How long have you been planning all this out?" Al asked, wanting all the cards laid on the table.

"Ever since you contacted the eco-Safari outfitters telling them you would be bringing along your wives, including their photos along with yours. Frankly, of the six other couples who have helped us over the years, Staci and Heather are far and away the most beautiful drawing applications from over three hundred who wanted to be your porters."

"Everything about your arrival was of course timed to the London Bankers event. My brother and myself were Staci's and Heather's designated escorts for the night, waiting outside the ballroom in the hope they would want to change into something more reveling to tease and attract our attention."

"Stepping out of the elevator effectively naked Staci and Heather answered half the questions we had about whether or not we could turn you both into sharing couples. Ken and yourself getting hard-ons watching us fondling your wives answered the other half. If the wives hadn't changed or if either of you hadn't gotten turned on watching us play with them none of this would be happening, and tomorrow you would leave on your scientific data collecting eco-safari with Rif and Gab being your only porters for the year." 

"The top fifty were chosen based on overall attractiveness, personality, and of course cock size with none less than eight inches and a few longer than twelve. The youngest is eighteen the oldest twenty two, Zeb will act as a supervisor and instructor demonstrating proper love making technics, using you as demonstration models, for each new pair of porters." Akeem informed wanting to hide nothing, knowing in matters of sex, honesty is always the best policy.

"Have any couples ever turned down your proposal?" Heather asked, looking down at the first clear drops leaking from her nipples as a physiological response being told fifty young black men had been scheduled to suckle on them. 

"Heaven's sakes no, why would any IR sharing white couple possibly want to miss the sexual thrill of an entire year of jungle lust, fucking young virgin black men doing the charitable good deeds of making them healthier in the process and promoting future economic development." Akeem laughed, finishing, "There is an excellent chance that all the couples who volunteer their services over the years will literally have 'fucked their way into heaven', standing proudly before St. Peter on judgment day."

"Early tomorrow morning a package will arrive containing nursing bras, which unhinge from the top, a supply of nursing pads fitted in the bras to soak up any leakage, larger sized khaki shirts, and a book written for nursing mothers on eating a proper diet and ways to increase milk production." Akeem continued.

"So what will my wife's boobs look like when she stops breast feeding, after being milk swollen two cup sizes larger for a year?" Al asked.

"The stretched skin will cause her breasts to sag, changing them from being perky into 'hangers', which is what they are affectionately called. All black men find hangers exceptionally erotic as proof the woman has produced milk. Hangers in our culture express fertility. The white husband comes to love his wife's hangers since black men love them, the same goes for the white wife. Now after you are home for a year, and if you still long to see Heather's breasts round and firm again, I'm sure we could arrange for you to come back for another year long safari." Akeem laughed.

"Are there any other questions you'd like to ask me, or is there anything you feel I haven't completely explained?" Akeem asked, completing his presentation now waiting for their commitment.

Heather and Al held hands and looked at each other for the longest time with Al finally breaking the silence.

"No I think you have covered everything. Well dear, are you up for it, can you breast feed fifty hungry black boys for a year and teach them how to fuck?"

"What does Ken call it when birders try to identify as many birds as they can in a single year?" Heather asked.

"It's called a Big Year." Al informed.

"Well it looks like Staci and I are going to have our own version of a Big Year." Heather said, then kissing both Al and Akeem.

"Thank you, thank you both from the bottom of my heart." Akeem said joyfully. 

"Look, talk is cheap, if you really mean it you'll take Heather over to the bed and fuck her right now!" Al laughed.

"Heather would you please come and lie in bed with me, I think your husband would very much like to see my black cock inside you." Akeem smiled.

"As a matter of fact, so would I," Heather laughed. 

Soaking a wash cloth in the ice bucket and placing them by the bed, Akeem turning on all the lights in the room positioning Heather on her back with her head raised up along the headboard and a pillow underneath her ass giving the best possible position to watch his cock in action.