“Wow,” I said. I didn’t expect this.
“Nobody does,” she replied. “It’s the advantage of having a very rich daddy. I’m a real disappointment to him. He wanted me to stay in Nigeria and marry into another rich family and be somebody’s trophy wife. I wanted to be a nurse. But I am a Hausa woman and proud of it and my culture. This is my space.
Very few people have seen it. Only my friends ever come here.”
Her bedroom was upstairs at the front of the house with a large bay window facing onto the road. The net curtains were drawn and prevented anyone from seeing in, but light streamed in on that summer afternoon. A king sized bed covered by a colourful tribal throw sat against the far wall and to the left of it, away from the door, were a pair of solid heavy leather armchairs with wooden arms and legs.
We had showered together, and Sambala led me by the hand, hard and naked, into the room.
“Sit over there. I have a treat for you. Sit in the chair.”
I did as I was told, and she knelt in front of me and for the first time I felt her lips around me. She worked on me for several minutes sucking and flicking her tongue on my glans. She was expert. And then she stopped and, as I looked down at her, she produced four nylon stockings and quickly and efficiently bound my arms and legs to the chair before continuing to slowly fellate me.
And then I saw the bedroom door open and Emma, my wife, entered the room! She was naked!
“My, my. What do we have here? I believe it’s called in flagrante delictico,” she said.
As Sambala turned to face her I had started to panic, and my erection had vanished. Soon my panic turned to confusion when Sambala crossed to Emma, reached up, and put both arms around her neck and with Emma cupping Sambala’s beautiful firm buttocks, one in each hand, they kissed. The kiss was long and deep, a lovers kiss, and in an instant I understood.
This was a set up.
They disengaged and as Sambala looked on Emma approached the chair and smiled down at me.
“You naughty boy. It’s my turn now. First you get to watch and if you are very good….,” and her voice tailed off.
They were a completely incongruous pair; petite, dark skinned, dark haired, lithe, small titted, firm assed Sambala and tall, pale white skinned, ginger haired, voluptuous, big titted, big flabby assed Emma. As I looked at them standing in front of me my penis started to harden and within seconds it was fully erect.
Emma saw my hardness, her ice blue eyes glinted, and she smiled.
They lay together on the bed and started to kiss and finger each other. Soon they were writhing in pleasure and then Sambala’s thighs trembled, her back arched, and she sighed.
Sambala reached into the bedside drawer and retrieved a large cordless vibrator. As Emma lay flat on her back she sat astride one of Emma’s thick outstretched thighs and applied the silicon head to Emma’s sex. Emma is a screamer but that afternoon her cries and entreaties were louder than I had heard before. At first she simply moaned but as her climax approached she started to babble and swear.
“I want it. I want it now. I fucking want it now. I fucking need it now.”
“You bitch you bitch. Give it to me. Fucking give it to me.”
I watched her pleasure with awe. I was so turned on and desperately wanted to wank my throbbing member and I strained uselessly against my bindings.
Emma continued to plead but now held her nipples between her fingers and was squeezing them. She was looking up towards the ceiling when she finally received her release, bucked violently, and screamed
“Ohhhh yessss!”
Finally I watched as they knelt bum to bum sharing a double ended dildo. They rocked rhythmically back and forth, Emma’s large white flabby arse slapping against Sambala’s firm tight buttocks, and Emma’s large tits swinging as she moved. Each one of them was frigging themselves. Sambala was quietly moaning but for now Emma was silent as she concentrated on her pleasure.
Emma came first and she stopped rocking and her mouth opened wide. Her fingers continued to move and as Sumbala’s bum continued to slap rhythmically against hers she let out a long cry of ecstasy.
“Arrrrrrgggghhh!”
Sambala was next and I watched transfixed with my penis throbbing as she frantically drove herself onto the dildo and then let out a long, drawn out, soft sigh and all movement stopped.
For the next few minutes they lay immobile and recovering in each other arms but then they stirred. First Sambala moved the second armchair to where she could watch me and wand vibrator in hand sat with her legs wide and her feet planted firmly on the floor. Meanwhile Emma wordlessly knelt and slowly started to fellate me as she held my shaft in her left hand and started to finger her clitoris with her right.
It is almost impossible to describe the next minutes as Emma edged me slowly to climax intermittently stroking, sucking, and squeezing my glans to prolong my pleasure and suffering.
All the while the vibrator buzzed, and Sambala took orgasm after long orgasm. Finally when I could take no more Emma stopped what she was doing to me and with her right hand moving rapidly between her legs she threw her head back and gave a long loud moan of anguish and ecstasy.
And then with her thumb and two fingers she took my foreskin and finally tugged me rapidly to my release. As my penis pulsed in her grip a Jet of sperm arced twice into the air and onto her breasts and Emma beamed with satisfaction whilst Sambala sighed softly for the final time.
6
A little later we sat together, fully clothed, in a local pub restaurant. We had a table at the back of the room, which was not crowded, and we could not be overheard.
“”Now please tell we what just happened?,” I asked.
Emma smiled.” Isn’t it obvious? You planned to fuck Sambala again, but I got wind of it and instead you got to watch Sambala and I fucking. After that I tossed you off and frigged myself whilst Sambala used a vibrator on herself. Several time I heard.”
“I’ll rephrase that,” I said. “How and why did it happen?”
So Emma explained.
“I was in the pub a few months ago after work. Julie was at her parent’s, and you were working (again} so I had the evening to myself. About an hour after we arrived everybody else had to go home to their families, but I had stayed on for one last drink when I saw Sambala watching me. She’s truly beautiful and when she smiled at me I smiled back. She came over to my table and asked me if I was your wife. She had seen me drop you off for work that time your car needed servicing. Later on she told me she had only remembered me because she fancied me.
Anyway to cut a long story short she ended up seducing me and we ended up in bed together. I’ve always been bi-curious, but it took Sambala to waken that side in me. It must be obvious to you now that Emma is bisexual.
Afterwards I felt very guilty, but Sambala said I shouldn’t be because you’d been neglecting me and in any case you would fuck her in the blink of an eye if you got a chance. She fancied you but the opportunity to fuck you hadn’t arisen. She told me that very few men had turned down the opportunity to bed her and they had all been gay.