A rich white woman takes a stiff fucking from 3 black men

My wife and I drove down to London the following week. Saturday was the soonest that we were both available to see Banba again. He had grudgingly assured Kathy over the telephone that he was impatiently awaiting our return. The Ugandan had sounded quite intense. Understandably, as he needed to arrange for Sahri and the kids to be out for the whole afternoon. He felt that he had been rushed during our last meeting so was determined to hand out a harder and longer session this time. We arrived early afternoon to see Banba's face watching for us through the window. Kathy had spent an age that morning preparing herself. There was no doubting that the apprehension and eagerness she felt matched his own.

A smile of satisfaction had taken hold of me as my wife hurried up the garden path to where Banba now stood waiting for her at the door. They shared only a brief kiss before starting up the stairs to Banba's bedroom. I watched with fascination as he pounded Kathy senseless. Her beautiful body taking blunt strokes as his cock drove mercilessly back and forth. From my point of view, i knew just how he had been anticipating seeing him again. She had talked of little else since being brutally and wonderfully fucked on the downstairs sofa. So now there proved enjoyment for all of us as Banba's heavy balls slapped against my wife's body. He actually told me, as Kathy lay groaning and shaken, that I should get used to the sight from now on.

There was no doubting that he appreciated her a lot and she in turn was very attracted to his strength and sheer confidence. Kathy was far more to him than just a fling. In my last letter I wrote of how they first came together. He had once been a employee of mine. In the days before we had begun our adventures. A lowly immigrant worker who now, many years on, enjoyed screwing the boss's wife with a great deal of relish. Watching Kathy having sex with a black man meant a great deal to me too. She comes from a 'high up' and wealthy family and I believe she took as much pleasure as me from our relationship with Banba. It was perverse of course. Kathy was 35 and I’ve often thought of her as in her prime. She possesses naturally stunning looks. Her shoulder length dark hair, contrasts sharply against her smooth and pearly white skin. Her face was crisp and intelligent face and she possessed dark, captivating eyes. Kathy was always known for being very stylish. For Banba i liked her to dress like a slut. Showing off her legs and big tits in away she'd never had too before. It so went against her sense of style but she was always willing.

Before the end our visits had become regular. Kathy looked forward each fortnight to meeting him again. She told me how she liked him to screw her powerfully and aggressively, with her legs pinned back. That she said, gave her the feeling that he was in total control. The emotions between us would be unspoken yet tangible as we made our way down to his home. We both knew what to expect and would be understandably excited. My wife would always look her best, having spent much of the morning readying herself in our bedroom. She preferred to wear something that was special between us. An item of jewellery was a popular choice. Kathy has so many heir-looms passed down to her. So many bangles, bracelets and necklaces. Many of them jeweled and expensive. She would wear some such item around her slim neck or wrist. Perhaps a reminder of who she was. Then we would sit, in Banba’s cramped, suburban house and she would flirt openly with him.

The tall and muscular African was an imposing figure. At least for any man but I understood many women found him irresistible. He had much success with black and white alike so he said. Banba would look over her, his eyes glinting and his hands anxiously grasping at his knees in anticipation. She never failed to be unmoved by his strong and menacing figure. I would be so especially proud of her. Out-doing all my expectations as she would begin to pose and flirt. Her lips curled into a wicked smile and re-crossing her legs far more than was necessary. I enjoyed seeing her work him and later, as Banba dealt her an intense fucking I would imagine her as the woman she really was. Back home, in our small, elegant country community. An area that incorporating all the style and history of my wife’s old family. Our two worlds seemed a million miles apart.

Several months after Banba and the New Year was upon us. Our daughter Lucy was due to start secondary school later that term and Kathy was busying herself with the various social occasions and invitations to which she is still accustomed. She has always been in demand as long as i have known her. Partly i suppose because of her father who has much investment and land in our area. Recently my wife had met with a new circle of friends. Wives of businessmen like myself, who met once a week in town for lunch at a trendy bar. She told me once how topical subjects revolved tiresomely around shopping, food, holidays and inevitably, husbands. Perhaps she would have preferred discussion on how an attractive, mid 30's lady could be seen to enjoy hard black cock as a regular activity. Such a thing would have caused an uproar. Those concerned being anything but open minded to the possibilities. We had often discussed her meeting other men. When I had suggested this it had been met with a wry and subtle smile. Kathy was as ever, most concerned with keeping her past with Banba a complete secret.

I put little if no pressure on my wife to take our recent fun further. Though I would happily have agreed to it. My only point was to stress that if she took another man, I should know about it. Kathy had already asked me if I would like her to begin an affair but we both knew that would be risky. Affairs where very common within our circle and she had plenty of admirers. It would not have been hard. Local businessmen and friends of her fathers had revealed a strong but discreet desire to fuck her in the past. Still, I knew deep down that it would eventually continue. Nothing could compare to seeing her with a black man. I read once that once a woman had tried black cock there was no going back. Still, she seemed much happier with herself to the point of which I felt that her meeting Banba had done our own relationship the world of good. However, it was not a complete surprise when we jointly decided that she would like to try again and take another black lover. Maybe part of her had begun to miss Banba. My wife would often put on the small, thin dress he had bought. For me as much as anything but I recall the distinct look on her face as it reminded her of what they had done and shared together. It was after all, the early 80's and the number of foreigners entering Britain was growing every month. I'm sure you remember the bemoaning nature of so many. Television was full of plane-loads of new immigrants arriving at Heathrow and Gatwick. Eager for the promise of work and a higher standard of living. We both knew what her father thought of it all and the terms he used to describe our new countrymen. This time there would be less of a problem in finding a suitable male.

It was towards the end of January our wish came true. His name was Mau and he was a 31-year-old Ghanian with an overly unhealthy interest in attractive, white women. In short, he was perfect. He had lived in Britain for only a few years and lacked any sort of modesty or subtlety. Kathy first began noticing him at local events. A well dressed, attractive but seemingly out of place black man amid the regular guests certainly caught her eye. Several times she also saw him at her favorite café in town and once she was sure he had followed her to the gates of our home. Of course, we were interested in what he could want. Mau seemed to know my wife’s schedule inside out and never missed an opportunity to see her.

So It was quite a surreal experience when this strange yet seemingly well off man came to our home to see us. He arrived in his car, an aged jaguar, around lunchtime and asked to speak to my wife. It should have come as no surprise when he introduced himself as Banba's nephew. Maybe we should have expected that our old friend would brag sooner or later about his conquests to someone. At first I was not sure what I thought of him. Ten years her junior, Mau was incredibly good looking with a shaven head and near black skin. He had the same confident, imposing features as his uncle. I must add that Kathy found his obvious muscular disposition most appealing. She was taken right away by the brash young man.

Kathy agreed to begin meeting with him regularly. At least once a week. I have to say that I grew to revel in the forthcoming sight. Mau lived up to his promises by pounding Kathy with utmost vigour. He had a large, deep brown cock. Around 9 inches in length and circumcised with the balls particularly large. Certainly matching Banba for size if not bettering him. It was clear, almost immediately that this would be a highly enjoyable union. My wife's desperate moans where a joy to my ears. Particularly at the small and remote motels she felt where discreet enough. He had no problems with my being there either, nor did he object to my filming. In fact, he fucked Kathy with a hefty vibrancy, in the usual heavy, senseless manner that she had grown accustomed to from Banba. There was such raw, needy hunger in his fucking and my wife was so drawn to his confident nature.

Our meetings with him continued for around two months. Kathy was at the point where she wanted me to buy him a house nearby. We knew he was mixed up in crime. The clothes and car did not come from any honest work that I could see. When Mau reluctantly told us he was facing a prison sentence it was a shock to us both. We knew he was a bad egg. Had known it from the start and it should have come as no surprise. Apparently he had received warnings in the past that we knew nothing of and there had been a lingering court case for some time. His endeavours where nothing major, but the fact that the police knew of him and could have been watching him was distressing enough. After all they could have known about us and our involvement. We where living very dangerously indeed.

Mau would serve six months before his release and Kathy’s feelings for him where unusual to say the least. Though we had only known him a short time my wife had grown highly fond of him. Our arrangement had been sex only, which benefited us though she felt that they had not had long enough together. Still, despite my warnings and often secretively, she chose to write to him during his sentence. Perhaps she had grown too attached to him. Unwilling to lose him or lose the way which she hoped Mau could make her feel. He of course, replied to her letters. In deeply sexual terms not befitting of an answer. I imagined him boasting of the white, English women he had on tenter hooks. Kathy certainly took an incredible chance when she sent the ‘family’ photos of herself and Lucy, Mau had asked for. He had requested some more revealing pictures but she had drawn the line. Still she joked that she would greet him with ‘open legs’, on his release, adding that he would be desperate after all that time locked away.

Apart from this blip on our plans, our own lifestyle was moving along nicely. The six months would give us a welcome break from our recent fun. I personally felt that my relationship with Kathy had never been better. She loved the idea of teasing Mau like she had Banba months before and as she now told me; she intended to enjoy sex with black men as regular activity. Kathy added that if things went smoothly there was no reason why we shouldn’t both be very happy. He was her caged lover and she was going to build him up as high as possible. I began to relish Mau’s letters. He would talk quite openly about the manner he would have sex with Kathy on his release and how fucking her in front of her own husband would be enough to satisfy him. He even suggesting we purchase a better video camera for the event.

When I came home from work one day I found my wife looking very full of herself. I knew straight away that Mau had sent another letter to her. Indeed, It was some three months until he came out and I knew what to expect once he did. We had both agreed that the motel would be too much of an anti-climax. Instead we would invite Mau to our home for dinner and afterwards, sex. Kathy wanted to use our own martial bed; as she and Banba had done at his London home. The thought of having another man in our own bedroom seemed ultimately perverse yet irresistible. That evening she put Lucy to bed and suggested we have an early night ourselves. Once in the bedroom she showed me the crumpled paper she had received that very morning. In his letter, Mau said that he had shown photographs of Kathy to two other men he had met inside. If she liked, he could arrange for both of them to meet over Christmas and fuck her too. Those were his words almost exactly and I was amazed and choked on his suggestion. A smirk spread across my wife’s lips as she watched me across the bed. She was looking for my response and asked me what I thought. I knew she’d already agreed in her mind to do it. Mau added that these two other men were both native Nigerian. He knew how Kathy felt about black men and promised that all three of them would give her just what she wanted.

I kept imagining these men, touching their cocks and looking at the pictures of Kathy we had sent. Maybe her fine letters too though I knew that we had taken an incredible risk. I so hoped they had kept them secret. Mau called on the telephone to say that all three men where to be given a mid-afternoon release for one day over Christmas. He added that they were so eager to meet Kathy that they would be making the long trip North right away and would stay the night. Kathy was unusually nervous as she talked briefly to each of them in turn. Her tone dipping as she heard their eager, horny voices on the phone. I imagined them clustered around eager to hear her voice. As ever, Kathy sought to build the coming day up further. As much for my benefit as her own. She knew what I liked and what I expected of her. This after all, would be a considerable advance on our previous encounters. When she had put the phone down she had turned to me and said that they sounded wonderfully eager. The date was set for the evening of the 21st of December. She sent a letter extending the invitation of her dinner party to Mau’s two friends, Winston and Clive. In the envelope she added a short note stating that after prison they would need a good, hot meal, but afterwards could have her as hard and for as long as they each wanted.

It seemed perfect as no one would surely find out. I was mildly concerned about Kathy’s family. They had eyes everywhere. But it would be dark and hopefully no one would call or be passing at that time. Still, risk was an important part of our plan. As an added precaution we had agreed that they would arrive late and leave early the next morning. Obviously, that week Kathy was exceptionally busy. Not to mention looking forward to the event with growing enthusiasm. This would really cement her status as a ‘new woman’ not to mention a guaranteed ‘slut-wife’. She wanted to look her best and be well prepared for the upcoming party. I in turn, spared no expense and paid for her to have a complete tour of the health studio. To have her hair done, her nails manicured and her legs waxed. Everything. She chose an expensive black dress from a fine shop in town. Kathy has a lot of clothes but we both wanted her to wear something new for the visit of the men. We both went together to select it. I admit, that it jumped out at me right away. Silky and extremely classy, the dress was ankle length with a low back and wafer thin shoulder straps. It was extremely expensive but would be worth it. With the sparkling jewels I had bought her previously for Banba I knew it would look tremendous. Even though I was instructed that she would not let me see her wearing everything completely until the day itself.

I waited in all day. When it got to past six o’clock I had the table set for dinner and both our servants leave. Part of me was incredibly apprehensive. What would the men be like? They were coming to fuck my wife though neither of us knew anything of their history. We didn't even now what these men where in prison for. Kathy hadn’t even wanted to be here until that evening. Her parents had called earlier wanting to see their granddaughter. She would be back with Lucy at around ten that evening. Some of the letters the men had sent to her where lying on the table. As I waited I set the camera up facing the dining table. It was an expensive one but we wanted a good picture and sound. At last, a little after 9, a white van pulled up outside.

Mau, Winston (21) and Clive (35), enjoyed a drink while we waited. Our lounge seemed to impress them. Apart from Mau. Perhaps in its sheer size though I was still quite nervous at first of having these two strangers in my house. Despite everything they were criminals after all and I didn’t know a thing about them. Winston spoke little English and he in particular seemed quite taken aback by the huge oak room and all it’s finery. He sat sipping our best champagne and tapping his foot nervously. It was an old room indeed with a twelve seated dining table. The walls were decorated with old family paintings though we had installed several mod cons so it didn’t appear too dated. The men were each roughly dressed apart of course, Mau, and I wondered what Kathy would think when she arrived and saw them.

All three were all looking over at our dining table, spread with our finest. I’d had quite a meal put out. Kathy had been adamant that we serve only the best. No matter what the cost. I was interested to find out about their ancestral backgrounds. Mau spoke little, but Winston enjoyed talking as best he could. He’d only lived in Britain 12 months and had a large family back in Nigeria. I was surprised that despite his age he had a wife back there. Though I suspected it be one of those arranged marriages I’d read about. He likened Kathy to the movie stars he’d seen at the cinema when he was a boy and told me how much he was looking forward to meeting her. Clive on the other hand had lived in England much longer. He carried a tired expression and told me with a laugh that he had 6 children and 18 grandchildren. Much to my delight neither man said they had had sex with a white woman before.

Winston was holding and smiling at a photo of my wife from the mantlepiece as Kathy’s car pulled into the drive. They were all very eager to see her and the wait had only added to the anticipation. The door opened and she came into the room leading Lucy by the hand. My daughter looked so surprised to see these three strangers in our home. They all beamed, Winston nodding shyly. My wife stiffened visibly as she looked around the group. Perhaps fully realising what she was going to out herself through. Then she broke into a subtle smile and shook each of the men by the hand. From the looks on their faces Clive and Winston, were not disappointed to finally meet my beautiful wife in person.

Kathy politely excused herself and took Lucy upstairs to bed. She was gone some time but then, she had told us she wanted to look her best. Each of the men where so impressed though it had been clear that my wife had been lightly shaken. They where looking at each other and grinning. To have them actually here, in our house was remarkable. When Kathy came into the lounge she took the breath away. She was wearing the black dress with diamond earring/necklace set. Perfectly styled with only a light, appropriate amount of makeup. Kathy had obviously taking great care and pride in her appearance. She looked fantastic and the men got to their feet. ‘You gentlemen must be very hungry’ she said as I shut and locked the door behind her. The dress was elegant in the extreme and deliciously low cut. Her body slipped tantalisingly beneath the silk and her breasts motioned only lightly as she walked. Both Winston and Mau towered over her voluptuous figure, their eyes feasting down her front. Enjoying the sight of my wife’s full, shapely form. She looked the image of pure class. Just as I hoped she would.

They had soon finished 2 bottles of wine and were eager to shovel down as much food as they could. Kathy sat at the head of the table sipping her drink but not eating. Almost statuesque as her sharp eyes moved around the group. Mau sat on her right, Clive and Winston on her left. Mau at least for now, sat back eyeing Kathy’s seductive dress. The two exchanged familiar looks. It was a slender outfit, hanging gently on my wife’s cleavage. I had already set the camera rolling on to my right. A reminder why we were here. They looked starved and in need of the meal. Kathy remained cool throughout, smiling and answering politely when she was spoken too. She was such the lady. I was so pleased we had managed to our exquisite manners with the sordid events of the evening. These were not gentlemen. Far from it and Kathy rested her chin on her finger watching them curiously. She looked so beautiful. Her eyes dark and thoughtful. The three didn’t even seem to care about me now. They could see what breeding she was and were going to enjoy fucking her later. I took the camera on my shoulder and moved between them.

Clive cleared his plate and sat back contentedly in his chair. Winston was still eating as much as he could, glancing at Kathy every few seconds. Mau took his glass and swallowed it down in one. At the head of the table Kathy toyed with her wedding ring, moving it around her finger. The men’s attention was even more on her now and she was simply enjoying it. Even if it wasn’t the kind of attention to which she is more accustomed. These men had waited long enough and it was time to give them what they wanted. As the men had finished, I suggested that Kathy set her chair away from the table. That way she would give our guests a better view of her lovely figure. She smiled, acknowledging my complement while Winston quickly rose and helped her place the dining chair a couple of feet back. My throat was dry and I took a sip from the glass in front of me. She did look wonderful as she sat and crossed her legs beneath the silky dress. Pure white skin, such dark falling hair falling on her shoulders.

The camera whirr-ed softly by my ear. Capturing the three black men and single white woman in my lens. Leaving my seat I went over to the stereo and put on some quiet classical music. It was soothing and by now there was a general feeling that Kathy should undress. She didn’t nod but replied with her eyes. We all watched as she reached up and slid each of the thin straps down over her shoulders. They fell gently down over her arms. Then with hardly any nerves, Kathy let the dress slide down over her breasts and into her lap. It was quite a sight. All the men grinned, clearly enjoying the sight my wife’s tits. As she folded her hands in her lap I could tell she was absolutely thrilled. Sitting top-less in front of us all. We all watched as she stood and slipped the dress down to her ankles. Then confidently, Kathy returned to her chair crossing her legs again. She was naked but for her high heels, sparkling diamond necklace and studded earrings. An arousing sight for all present I assure you. The mood seemed to tighten as the men lusted over this woman’s body. The sudden tension in the air was almost tangible. Then, breaking the silence, Clive fumbled at his crotch and took out his cock. Kathy looked past him, around her guests as he sat wanking his erect, brown meat and grinning broadly.

It was enough for Mau. He left his seat and went to Kathy’s side, unzipping his pants as he moved. After all that time in prison he certainly needed relief. His cock was long and stiff as a board. The deep blackness a contrast to Kathy’s pure white skin. She didn’t alter her look. She remained still, smiling at both Clive and Winston as Mau reach and began to gather and feel her breasts in turn. My wife watched as the others left their seats and gathered around her. Their hands were all over her body. On her face, breasts, arms and thighs. Rubbing and stroking her round, flat nipples. All the cocks were bursting hard. Sex was only a short time away. Clearing her throat, Kathy paused them with a raised hand. She said that she hoped they had all enjoyed their meal and invited them to each take turns fucking her.

Mau took Kathy’s hand and led her to the reclining chair we had in the adjoining lounge. He and Winston towered above her. Both muscular and toned. Kathy rested in the chair; her breasts wobbling together as she sat on the edge and looked up at them. Clive was big but even he couldn’t match up to Winston and Mau. Clearly moved, Kathy took Mau’s cock and put it properly into her mouth. Like she had many times. He smiled and moaned his appreciation as she worked up and down his dark shaft. Her pristine red lips looked so good and moist. Stretching further apart as she fed his length lovingly in and out of her mouth. Mau rested his hands on his hips, enjoying this great sight. It was fantastic. She let him fall and turned her head to take Winston. He needed no second invitation and thrust towards her. My wife screwed up her eyes unexpectantly from the force as the head of his big cock slid between her lips and bulged heavily against the inside of her cheek. Winston gasped excitedly and with his hand atop her head, he rapidly began screwing her perfect mouth. After an aggressive thrusting period where Winston's urgency clearly showed, he fell away sending a light dribble of my wife’s spittle dripping from her lips and onto her breast. Lastly she settled on Clive. As the eldest he was now the most composed. Hands on hips and grinning as my wife’s head bobbing gently on his shaft.

We had really only just started but these men were ready to fuck her properly. She deserved it. Winston stepped up. He would be first and he took Kathy’s hand. Leading her to the dining table he rested her over it, lifting her leg and taking her just above the hips. Kathy put her hands out on the wood tabletop as Winston stepped behind her and slid his cock in. She must have been aroused as Winston was soon slipping his shaft into her at speed. It was a lovely, slick penetration of her body. As the fucking grew Kathy grit her teeth and began groaning. Even so soon, he was getting to her. Big as he was with over half his cock inside. Winston fucked harder, his palms moving up my wife’s back. Even causing a glass to topple. I realized he’d probably been jerking off to this moment while in prison. Probably to the picture of Kathy he may have had on his wall.

Kathy gave Winston a favourable look while he quickly escorted her back to the reclining chair. His meat was sticking out, wet and ready for more. She let out a deep, stifled moan as he hastily pinned her legs open and sank down into her. Kathy welcomely received him and after a few strokes had taken it almost completely inside her body. Rolling his hips, virtually the whole of Winston's big cock was completely filling my wife’s vagina to the hilt. He wanted to let her know it too and the butt of the chair was bobbing on his heavy strokes. Kathy ran her tongue around her lips and smiled up at the camera. How she must have been enjoying herself and how satisfied her expression seemed. She gripped the back of the chair with both hands; her eyes shut as the big man began to pump suitably between her legs. His hips were bounding furiously up and down in no time, forcing the chair to the maximum. The look on her face was soon one of utter delirium as Winston's cock mercilessly drove deep into her. He was grunting, gasping and fucking Kathy hard.

Winston came; his fat balls squashed flat against my wife’s body but he had little time to savour the moment. Enough time though for me to pass the camera to a smiling Mau. These men had promised to use Kathy well and they were determined to live up to their word. Clive was standing cock in hand. He was hard as hell too. No doubt after the year and a half he’d spent in prison. There was a smile on his face that suggested he had been greatly looking forward to this moment. He told us so as he re-opened Kathy’s legs with his forearms and pushed almost effortlessly into her. He fucked her slowly. Her hands stroking the arms on which her legs where each supported. The two of them exchanging a long and meaningful look as Clive’s urgency quickly rose. He too, was soon fucking my wife hard. Her eyes glazing. That quickly changed to one of acceptance as she took the brunt of Clive's hungry cock and the slapping of his balls on her cunt. Indeed, she was taking his short, thick meat to the hilt as her eyes rolled back as she reached her first orgasm. I continued to film, encouraged as Clive built up, holding Kathy down tightly by the shoulder. His bulk impacting against her body. He was driving gasps of air from my wife’s mouth as he made love to her.

Clive settled himself and began pumping harder. Really enjoying himself. I knelt down catching some shots of his fat cock effortlessly penetrating Kathy to the hilt. He had large balls and they were slapping against her open cunt. Clive built up. My wife shook as he viciously pounded her. The look on her face reeling and close to breaking point. Her fine stiletto heels were pointing upwards towards the window, her white calves slapping against the big mans arms. Those legs being pressed wider and further apart over herself. The sound was erotic on its own. It looked tremendous too I might add. Particularly the desperate look on Kathy’s glazed face. Mau took the camera again while I went upstairs to check on Lucy. She was fast asleep.

As I returned downstairs Clive was brutally finishing with my wife. The reclining chair was close to breaking. He had his foot up on the seat, fucking his cock into Kathy for all he was worth. My wife’s perfectly styled hair visibly shook on the brunt of his fucking. Clive was grunting hard on each stroke making her breasts jostle and roll. Not to mention a slow, pleading moan coming from her mouth. ‘Oh…oh please…. Oh yes…’ she gasped out just as he grabbed her tits with his black hands and emptied his balls into her with what I imagine where long, heavy squirts. Clive smiled tiredly from the effort, sliding his cock loosely in and out of her until he had completely finished. Withdrawing himself he grinned to the other men wiping the thick come from his tip. It was an amazing sight for me in particular, but more so for Kathy who was still gasping and breathless.

Clive had given her a tough ride and for the first time it looked like things were getting on top of her. Too late now though and Kathy swallowed as Mau rubbed his big cock head around her hole. True to his word, his balls did look particularly large as well. What else could we have expected when these men had been locked away so long. Mau had often said how he would give Kathy the hardest fucking of her life. ‘She deserves it’ he had said. Now, Kathy was lubricated nicely, the lips of her vagina spread slightly apart. As he pushed in and slid his shaft down inside her, my wife’s mouth dropped again.

Mau felt Kathy’s breasts briefly. He shifted his weight, putting his arms on the chair arms and pinning her wide behind the knees. With steady thrusts he powerfully began fucking her. Kathy wavered and she quickly brought her hand to cover her mouth. The colour drained slowly from her face and her eyes seemed distant and watery. She was close to tears of joy; opening her legs a little wider to accommodate him. His balls thwacked furiously against her body, shaking the chair. Winston and Clive where both standing, ready to take over loving the sight. This was almost too much for me. I felt weak at the knees from watching this mans cock slamming into my wife’s body. Suddenly I felt myself starting to come but managed to hold it back. I put my hand on the chair for support and realized my wife was looking at me. The trace of a smile now on her lips with her legs draped wide over Mau's arms. She was enjoying this excessively. The men where exchanging chat with each other. Saying how tight her ‘pussy’ was. Mau was still fucking her all the time, slowed now to a deep but gentle grind. Kathy's legs bobbed and jerked on his arms as his hips rolled and pushed.

Mau had soon built up his speed again. My wife hugged her breasts to stop them from slapping together. But this was going to be a long ride. The sight I’d always remember of this amazing evening. Mau fucked Kathy for nearly 15 minutes where she came at least twice. His cock pumped home, releasing all his frustrations. Then much to the surprise of all he pulled out and ejaculated with some force into Kathy’s face, soaking her cheek with sticky clear come. As Mau gasped the other men smiled perhaps eager to do that themselves. The men could easily carry on. Winston pounded Kathy in the chair once more. I guess he liked seeing Kathy with Mau’s runny egg white dripping off her. The Ugandan had made a big mess and my wife even had to wipe his come from her left eye. Winston withdrew regularly. Showing how loose and well-penetrated Kathy’s body had become. I was amazed how eager the three of them where to use and enjoy this wonderful woman as much as they could. Kathy wiped her eyes. Fucked for the best part of an hour. I’d overheard Mau say that her insides felt like a soapy sponge as she gingerly brought her legs together. ‘You need a break?’ laughed Clive, tossing his dick. Kathy asked the men breathlessly if they would take her upstairs.

I poured the last of the wine while the three men helped Kathy gingerly to her feet. Her smile was quite strained as she wiped her face with a napkin. Holding the cloth between her legs for several minutes. I stayed behind, handing Mau the camera as the three men and my wife ascended the stairs. I heard our bedroom door shut on the landing and felt oddly satisfied with the night’s proceedings. Everything had gone so smoothly and despite my apprehension this had been a truly wonderful evening.