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Karonga, Malawi: Friday 20th October 2017

I’d just finished listening to my wife’s description of her last twenty-four hours. The first day since I’d given her permission to continue her re-kindled affair with Francis. It was just before seven in the morning and I was getting ready to head to breakfast in the hotel when my cell phone flashed with two words which had caused such highs and lows in our marriage.

“Jenny Cell.”

Shit! What did my wife’s best friend want now? Couldn’t she just butt out? Over the space of the last week, first she’d seduced my wife, then encouraged her to sleep with young James and then Francis. Then she’d persuaded me that I should allow, and maybe even encourage Sue to extend her day of passion with Francis to last the whole three weeks I was away in Africa.

You’d think she’d have done enough. But seeing her name flashing on my screen I knew in my bones she had some new trick or game to play. Jenny was a complicated woman. I knew she was genuinely a good friend to Sue and myself. But she was also a confirmed swinger whose husband Ken, as far as I could tell, pretty much let her play with any man who took her fancy.

She had a young black lover called Sean who she often saw several times a week, as well as seeing other men when the mood took her. She’d never said anything, but all my instincts told me she wanted to slowly transform Sue. From a normal married wife into someone who was as loose as Jenny herself, and who could keep therefore be her best buddy in her sexually liberated lifestyle.

It was just before midnight in New York, so I knew Jenny wasn’t ringing me to discuss the weather or some other trivia. My hands shook with trepidation as I tried to sound calm as I answered the phone.

“Jenny, it’s kind of late there. Is it urgent?”

“Hey, Pete. It’s okay. You know I’m a bit of a night owl. And I knew you’d still be there as you’ve only just finished talking to Sue. Hearing all about your naughty wife’s sexcapades! No doubt enjoying hearing what a great time she had with Francis.”

I could have sworn at her. Or put the phone down. Instead, I counted to ten and controlled my temper. “What is it you want, Jenny?” I fired back, my terse voice making clear I didn’t want to play her game.

“There’s no need to be like that Pete. After all, haven’t I been your fairy godmother to date? Making sure all your naughty little cucky dreams come true. Granted, there have been a few bumps and scrapes along the way. But overall I think I’ve done a pretty good job. None of your little fantasies would ever have come true if it wasn’t for your Aunty Jenny.”

“Get to the point, Jenny. I’m busy here. I’ve got a long day ahead of me and I need to get breakfast and get ready for my meetings.” My voice had mellowed a bit. Jenny tended to have that effect on me. She wore me down until finally I gave in and went along with what she wanted.

“Well, Pete honey. Knowing about your little … how shall we call it … ‘predilection’ … I thought you might like it if your Aunty Jenny arranged a secret viewing for you of the new release … Francis and Sue Two … The Sequel … showing at a screen near you for the next twenty-one days.”

I was confused. “What on earth are you going on about, Jenny?” My voice back to terse and impatient.

“It’s like this, Pete, baby. Ken’s away on business and so I’ve invited Sue and Francis round to my place for dinner and to watch a movie tomorrow evening. What, with you being the absentee husband and all, it seemed the right thing to do, to cheer up my bestie. So if you’re interested and you turn on your computer around six tomorrow evening you can watch your favorite show. Now returned to our screens after a two-year hiatus.”

Jenny stopped speaking, and a moment later my phone email pinged with an incoming invitation to a SKYPE meeting at six p.m. tomorrow New York time.

“Anyway, Pete. As you English say, I’d love to chat, but Sean’s waiting upstairs for me and I’m sure he’s got a nice big something that he wants to give me before it’s sleeping time. Night night, sweetie.”

One of Sue and my favorite musicals is ‘Wicked’, where the wonderful Idina Menzel plays the arch goodie/baddie. A complicated mix between good and bad. Green-skinned, dressed entirely in black and wearing the stereotypical witches pointed hat. As the line went dead my mind conjured up this picture and likened it to our friend Jenny. Part villain, part friend.

Part of me didn’t want to be manipulated by her. But I knew that come hell or high water I’d likely give in to my addiction and be glued to my laptop screen in a few hours time.

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Luckily for my sanity, my day was an incredibly busy one. I left the hotel at eight but such are the distances in this remote corner of Africa that it was still a two-hour drive until we reached the site of the hydroelectric dam that was causing all the problems.

Corruption is endemic in many parts of the world and I was part of a two-man audit team who’d come in to audit the delayed and overbudget project and to get it back on track. The other member of the team was a young black Ghanaian called Joseph who worked for the World Bank. Joseph was much younger than me and this was his first major project. After we were done here we’d head back to New York together and spend a final week writing up our report and then submitting it to the ‘higher-ups.’ They’d then decide whether to provide the extra funds needed for completion. So that the two-thirds finished dam could be restarted.

Joseph was an engineer and I was finance and economics. Between us, we’d go through everything and work out what needed to be done in terms of construction and also whether the over-run was due to poor planning, corruption or a mix of the two.

We worked through from ten to just after one and then stopped for lunch before starting another series of site inspections and meetings in the afternoon. We were only a few days into our visit, but already we were beginning to get a bad feeling. In the afternoon Joseph got some test results back on concrete samples he’d had taken and they showed the strength of the concrete was only around half of what had been specified. With a mismatch like that you didn’t need to be Einstein to work out what would happen if the Dam was loaded up with the planned water level.

Not surprisingly this was the topic that occupied much of the two-hour conversation on the ride back to the hotel. I was glad of the distraction as it kept my mind off what was happening back in New York. We finally arrived back at the hotel at seven p.m. and I immediately headed for dinner, as I planned to be in bed by eight as Jenny’s little present to me would go live at one in the morning Malawi time. I planned to eat a quick dinner and then try to grab five hours sleep before turning on to watch events from home.

Joseph joined me and when we were done I made my excuses and left him in the hotel bar just after eight. He was busy chatting to Grace who was manning the bar, and naturally, I wondered if he would avail himself of any of her ‘special services’ later in the evening.

As you can imagine, sleep didn’t come easily to me. The combination of it being too early in the evening and the thoughts going through my head were a powerful combination guaranteed to prevent sleep.

My mind kept going back to the look of contentment I’d seen on Sue’s face the night before. When she’d been describing to me how many times she and Francis had made love and how great it had all been. She’d looked a truly satisfied and contented woman. At one level I found this erotic and exciting. And I was happy for her pleasure. But at another level, I worried. I worried about how and whether she could ever be contented and satisfied with what I could give her when I returned home. Or would I now forever come up short, not measuring up to the standards of the sex that Francis could give her.

Finally, I managed to fall asleep at nine thirty, only managing three and a half fitful hours of sleep before my alarm woke me and I boiled my little China-made plastic kettle and made my cup of Nescafe instant coffee. The same little red sachet available in hotel rooms the world over. One in the morning Malawi, Six in the evening New York. I knew I’d need the coffee to help me wake up.

Steaming coffee in hand. I hesitated before finally pressing the ‘join meeting’ button on the invite Jenny had sent. As my screen filled with the image from Jenny’s home, I settled in for what I suspected would be several hours of very mixed emotions.

The moment I joined the meeting my laptop screen was occupied by a full-screen image of Jenny’s lounge, with Jenny and Sue sat right next to each other on one of the two sofas in the room. They were each holding large glasses of red wine but there was no sign of Francis nor Sean, and I began to feel deflated that the plans must have changed and I wasn’t going to see the promised show.

I felt a strange mixture of disappointment and relief. I wasn’t going to get my fix, but at least I wouldn’t have to suffer all of the worries and pain of watching Sue together with Francis. Just as I started to come to terms with this calmer plan for the evening Francis’ handsome black face appeared around the door.

“Where do you keep your olive oil, Jen?”

“Top right cupboard, towards the back.”

“Thanks, hun.” And then his head disappeared as the door closed, and the girls resumed their conversation, with Sue speaking first.

“How on earth did you manage to persuade Francis to cook tonight? I thought it wasn’t really his thing. He always told me that Heidi was the one who did all the cooking.”

Jenny grinned mischievously. “I think he’s trying to impress the new woman in his life. Some nurse in the hospital. Name begins with ‘S’ I think. Sarah, or Sandra, or Sally. Something like that. Apparently, from what I hear, she’s married. Right slut. Her husband even lets her sleep with other men…”

That was as far as Jenny got as my smiling wife gave her a playful punch on the arm which knocked her off her stride.

“Ow,” she said with an exaggerated loudness, rubbing her arm in an equally over the top fashion. The two girls looked at each other and giggled before Jenny looked into Sue’s eyes with a wicked smile and started the inquisition. An inquisition which I had no doubts was intended for my ears. To torment and titillate me in equal measure. That was Jen’s way.

“So, Sue honey. How’s it to be back with the handsome doctor after all this time?”

Sue said nothing in response to Jenny’s question. But her expression spoke for her. Her expression is the one we all remember from High School. The look of lovelorn puppy love. Pupils dilated, far-off look in the eyes and an enigmatic smile that spoke of a cocktail of excitement, attraction, and personal chemistry. Sue may have been a forty-four-year-old mother and wife, but that expression was more fitting to a sixteen-year-old high schooler with a crush on the star quarterback.

Seeing this expression caused huge pain and an accompanying wave of fear to flood through my mind. I’d watched them make love once on Sunday night and I’d seen a closeness between them. But this was more. Much, much more.

And Jenny seemed determined to throw more gasoline on the fire.

“Oh, Sue. Have you really got it that bad? I mean, I knew you had a crush on the good doctor. The way you’ve been mooning after him and making cow eyes ever since things started souring with Roni. But I didn’t know you had it that bad, girl.”

Sue still hadn’t spoken, but as she reached out to touch her best friend’s hand she finally started opening up about her feelings. “You know, Jen, part of me wishes you never did what you did on Sunday night. Life was a helluva lot simpler before Sunday. Pete and I were in a good place. We’d rebuilt things after Brandon and I’m sure we could have smoothed over what happened with young James. But now things just got a whole lot more complicated.”

Jenny looked thoughtful for a minute. Almost as if she was maybe regretting the events she’d set in train on Sunday. “No. It’s for the best. I’m sure of it. The way you were mooning over Francis, one way or the other it would have happened in the end. And at least this way there was no cheating. It’s all been out in the open, nothing hidden from Pete.”

It was Sue’s turn to look thoughtful as she considered Jenny’s words. “Maybe you're right. After all, I know I’d never have forgiven myself if in a moment of weakness I’d cheated on Pete with Francis. After everything that happened with Brandon, it would have crushed him and broken his heart.”

Sitting eight thousand miles away listening to this type of conversation – as your wife and her best friend talk about your marriage – must be one of the weirdest and most disorientating things in the world. I felt like an observer at my own funeral. Looking down from the rafters as someone gave a eulogy on my life and marriage. I was feeling so many different emotions. Bewilderment. Fear. But most of all an obsessive inquisitiveness to know where this conversation was heading. And so despite the fear and pain, I was feeling I craned closer to the laptop so as not to miss any detail or nuance of this surreal confession.

I saw Jenny squeeze Sue’s hand and give her a reassuring smile. “How was Pete when you spoke to him last night?”

Sue’s expression relaxed a little and I noticed the tension in her shoulders ease a little. “He was fine. Your little pep talk with him the day before obviously made him think. Made him see how much I love him and helped him accept the situation with Francis.”

“Did he want to know all of the details?” Jenny asked.

“Yes, just like before. You called it right,” Sue giggled. “I guess I’d forgotten how much this kind of thing turns him on. He wanted to know everything. How good? How often? When? Where?”

I felt myself color up, and as they both giggled my embarrassment only got worse. Taking me right the way back to adolescence when I’d always felt any laughter in a room was bound to be personally directed at me.

As their laughter died down, I saw an almost wistful look appear on Sue’s face as she looked across at her friend. “I don’t know. You know, babe, sometimes I really wish Pete didn’t have this strange kink. That he could be more like normal husbands. You know, just want me to dress up in uniforms or do bondage or something.”

Still looking into her friend’s eyes, Sue let out a long and heartfelt sigh. “Life would be so much simpler.”

Jenny squeezed her hand again and did her best to console her friend. “Yes, hun. Maybe simpler. But not half as much fun. After all, you’re a lucky girl. You’ve got a loving husband who worships the ground you walk on. And now you’ve also got a handsome black boyfriend who’s not far behind Pete in what he thinks of you. Who’d walk through a plate glass window for a chance of a night with you. And who can take you to heaven and back and who can give you the loving that Pete can’t.”

I wondered if Jenny was so engrossed that she’d forgotten I was listening in. Her words were harsh and made me wince with pain. But I didn’t have time to dwell on my hurt feelings as at that moment the lounge door swung open and Francis and Sean walked in carrying two trays with piping hot food.

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I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised at the way that everyone coupled up. But still, seeing Jenny get up and be replaced by Francis caused an extra twinge in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes it’s the little details that can add to the fire. Such as seeing the way the sofa’s shape was distorted by the size and weight of Francis as he sat next to Sue. It felt like a painful stab from a stiletto blade, just gently reminding me how much bigger and more masculine Francis was than me. I knew I had Sue’s heart and that she’d never leave me, but seeing her so close to such a large and masculine man brought all kinds of feelings floating to the surface.

Their bodies touching as they sat there, they shared a smile that would have told any bystander that they were lovers. Or soon would be. They held this emotion-laden gaze for several seconds before Sue broke it by playfully kissing Francis and then gently turning his face towards the TV screen where the movie was just starting to play.

The movie was the first of the Lord of the Rings movies. I almost wondered if this was some sick little joke on Jenny’s part. After all, J.R.R. Tolkien who wrote the trilogy was an alumnus of my old University. This smacked of Jenny’s mischief-making sense of twisted irony.

For the next few minutes I just patiently watched as all four of them watched the movie as they ate the pasta that Francis and Sean had prepared. It’s difficult for anything unduly sexual or romantic to happen when you’re busy twirling spaghetti and trying to avoid getting Bolognese sauce on your clothes.

But when the desert was finished the plates were quickly cleared away and the two couples snuggled up on their respective sofas. It was a picture of domestic harmony. A cozy evening in as two couple cuddled and chilled. The only thing being that neither girl was cuddling the right guy. Jenny’s husband Ken was on the West Coast all week, and I was eight thousand miles away in one of the remotest parts of Africa.

Jenny had cleared away the plates and as she came back into the lounge she threw Sue and Francis a blanket and kept one for herself and Sean. Smiling at my wife, as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, Jenny explained, “Just in case you two lovebirds can’t keep your much-delayed desire for each other under control.”

I saw Sue pull a face at her friend, but Jenny was unrepentant. “And if the two of you really can’t keep it zipped, it’s the last door on the left. That’s where Sean and I normally go if Ken’s asleep in the master bedroom.”

Happy with her handiwork, just for an instant Jenny looked directly at the camera and gave me a wink. No-one else seemed to notice and the two couples were soon happily snuggled up under the two blankets. Like a pair of teenage courting couples.

The lights had been partially dimmed for the movie, but I could still see what was happening and I couldn’t tear my eyes off the image of Sue and Francis snuggled up under the blanket on the sofa. Francis was leaning back against the armrest at one end with his tall body lying along the length of the sofa, and Sue was lying between his legs. Her back against his chest and her head nuzzled next to his head.

It was a classic picture of casual intimacy. They type you see every day across the world between a couple who are as close as a couple can be. Comfortable in each others’ company after many years together. A picture that shouts to any observer ‘we’re a couple and we have been forever, and will be forever.’ And in a strange way, it was more troubling and painful for me to observe than any number of sex sessions between Sue and Francis. Because before now this level of ‘coupledom’ and intimacy had been reserved for Sue and me alone. And yet here she was, barely four days into her newly rekindled relationship with Francis sharing the subtle intimacies that only she and I had known before.

I found this truly unnerving and bewildering. Unable to tear my eyes away. Hooked on the whirling mix of fear and excitement. I’ve always known this thing was an addiction. Right there and then it felt like the purest form of heroin. An amazing high with a simultaneous low. Knowing the price that might be paid later.

They looked and acted exactly like what they were. A courting couple. Excited and entranced by the newness of their relationship. They had half an eye on the TV screen, but this was merely the backdrop to the subtle teasing and foreplay that was going on before my very eyes.

It was incredibly painful and intoxicating to watch. All the more so because I knew what I was seeing was the real Sue and Francis. They had no idea I was watching and so they were free to be themselves. To not hold back for fear of hurting my feelings or showing me the true level of their closeness. In case it might frighten me into stopping it all.

The fan whirred in my hotel ceiling as I held my breath as I watched Sue stretch her arms behind her lover’s back. Making herself vulnerable and available to him in one simple motion, her big breasts pushed further out and all the more alluring for Francis. The blanket was only covering their bottom halves so I had a perfect view as Francis’ large black hands took up Sue’s unspoken offer. As they rested first on her tummy and then went higher to cup Sue’s big breasts through the fabric of her tight pink top.

At first, his hands just lifted and weighed Sue’s wonderful tits, but then they disappeared up under her top and I could see through the material that he was gently stroking Sue’s boobs.

Sue’s smile became bigger and more contented as she enjoyed the feel and touch of her lover. She turned to offer her mouth to the big Nigerian in a soft and playful kiss. They kissed like this for some time, before Francis broke the kiss and started nibbling at Sue’s ear lobe as her eyes closed from the dual assault.

His hands still slowly stroking her boobs, Francis alternated kisses between ear and neck and got the response he wanted as Sue’s breathing visibly quickened as her mouth opened to take in more air.

Francis’ hands briefly moved backward and from the motion of his arms, I knew he was undoing the clasp at the back of Sue’s bra before then pulling it down to free her breasts. His hands then returned to the front and this time I could see that he was now squeezing my wife’s now unfettered boobs. No doubt enjoying the feel of her soft skin as he squeezed and also played with Sue’s sensitive nipples.

Francis kept this up until Sue’s breathing had become ragged. Eyes still closed, her mouth now open in a seductive ‘O’ as her shallow and rapid breathing told the whole room just how excited Francis had managed to make her.

In case anyone was in any doubt, Sue turned her face towards Francis and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth as her hands grasped his face in a vice-like grip. When finally she had to break for air, any semblance of subtlety was gone as Sue lifted her body from the sofa and pulled Francis to his feet. Her nipples now prominent and very erect through her pink top.

Without even bothering to look at Jenny or Sean, Sue just pulled the grinning doctor behind her as they left the lounge. No doubt heading for the ‘last door on the left.’

Suddenly the lounge looked and felt empty and I felt a similar emptiness as I looked on through the webcam. Watching Sue and Francis together had been painful enough. But not watching them, being excluded, felt ten times worse. All of my subconscious fears of losing Sue to Francis or being replaced rushed forward to fill the void. Whilst my brain was occupied watching them the aroused part of my brain was in control. Denied this pain-suppressant, my fears and anxiety re-took control. Not for the first time I thought of calling Sue’s cell phone and telling her I’d changed my mind about her and Francis.

I was beginning to get sucked really deep into the pain and fear when I noticed Jenny approaching the camera holding her phone out. “There, there. Fret not, Pete baby. You shall go to the ball.”

I hadn’t got a clue what she was talking about. But it became clear to me in the next few seconds. First of all the screen went totally blank, and then it suddenly started up again. The camera then started moving and I realized Jenny had switched from the laptop to the camera in her phone. As the camera bumped up and down it stopped as a door was pushed open and then I was suddenly looking at a couple making out on a large bed.

“Sean and I are heading to bed now, so I brought you two lovebirds some towels for later.”

I saw the towels being put on top of a tall cupboard and then with a well-practiced sleight of hand Jenny had left both towels and her phone as she left the room.

Not surprisingly given the subterfuge she’d had to use, the picture was far from perfect. But it was good enough for me to see the action on the bed as my wife and Francis continued their make-out session.

This was only the second time I’d watched them since I’d allowed their relationship to start up again. I’d seen them together on Sunday night, which had been an intense and urgent affair. Two lovers hungry and impatient for each other, hardly believing they were being allowed to play again after a two-year separation.

But watching them now four days later, the vibe and chemistry between them was totally different. Over the last four days, they’d made love many, many times. The urgency was gone, replaced by two people savoring each other like you savor an expensive fine wine. And seeing this closeness and intimacy made it all the more painful and exciting for me. I didn’t really get it. The closer they were, the more it hurt, but the more excited I felt. Two very different sides of the same coin, my addiction coin.

They were surprisingly slow to strip each other's clothes off. Enjoying the anticipation and waiting. Like slowly unwrapping an exciting present. Stretching out the moment as long as possible. Content to kiss and nibble. To lightly rub and just stare into each other's eyes.

This was the worst and the best of it. Seeing how they looked at each other. The eyes are the window to the soul. And that’s what made seeing how they looked at each other so painful and exciting. A man and a woman unable to take their eyes off each other. The man single. The woman my wife, obviously besotted and infatuated with her Nigerian lover. A man for whom she’d waited these last two years.

As I looked on I didn’t think she was about to leave me for him. But I knew in my soul she had deep feelings for him and that we’d allowed a dangerous new dynamic into our marriage. Sure it was exciting and intoxicating. That was beyond doubt. But was it also toxic? That was the question I tried to push to the back of my mind as slowly the touching and kissing gave way to something more urgent and more carnal.

As they each stripped off and exposed their bodies I was overwhelmed by a realization of how stupid I’d been to allow the pair of them to restart their relationship. The stupidity was in the sight I saw through the webcam lens. A handsome, intelligent black man in great shape for his fifty-three years and blessed with a very large and thick cock. And a gentle and beautiful woman still in her sexual prime. Deeply attracted to her mate, both physically and emotionally.

But like addicts all over the world, it’s one thing to realize you’re stupid and it’s another thing to do anything about it. So I sat rooted to the spot and staring at the screen as this couple made love to each other. It was far more than just sex. They were a couple making love.

Sue lay back, her legs open wide as she smiled lovingly at her Nigerian lover as he climbed between her legs and rubbed his large cock up and down her entrance. The mating game was about to begin. I closed my eyes as Sue’s hands touched his hips and she pulled Francis to her, a look of pure fulfillment lighting up her face as every last inch of his thick black cock sank deep into her body. The rings I’d put on her finger glinted as her hands rested on his muscular buttocks and her pale legs wrapped tightly around the small of his back. Sue still had her stockings and high heels on, making her look extra sexy.

There was no urgency about them as they shared long and tender kisses as Francis slowly moved his hips up and down, knowing his leisurely and deep strokes were satisfying Sue more than I ever could. Sue continued to gaze longingly at Francis as their bodies moved in harmony. Moving as one. Francis’ thick cock was soon glistening with Sue’s juices and as Sue’s sighs became a little louder Francis took this as encouragement to go a little faster. It was like a game. Sue’s increasing moans of pleasure aroused Francis to fuck faster and more powerfully. Sue became louder and happier and Francis went faster still. Their mouths were locked together in a series of non-stop kisses.

I was aware that I was sweating profusely as I watched them, a cramp in my gut as they kissed and Sue’s breathing and body movements telling me she was close to her first climax. On Sunday and two years ago I’d seen just how Francis had an amazing ability to drag climax after climax from Sue’s body. But seeing it again, when I knew they’d be together for the next three weeks was both incredibly frightening and erotic. I knew the evening was just starting for these lovers.

With a loud shout, Sue’s body went rigid. She clung to Francis as if her very life depended on it and continued to squeal as pleasure occupied every corner of her body, before slowly her joints relaxed and her body returned to normal.

Francis had slowed down as Sue’s body was wracked by this series of orgasms, but when he judged she’d recovered sufficiently he slowly withdrew and gently placed my wife kneeling forward on her knees. Her ass pointing invitingly up at him as her big boobs swung free, hanging like succulent fruit waiting to be handled.

One swift, deep thrust placed all of his big thick cock back deep in my wife’s innards. His big black balls nestled snug against Sue’s love lips as his cockhead tickled the very depths of her pussy, next to her cervix in a part of Sue I’d never reached.

The doctor’s strong black hands squeezed and toyed with Sue’s perfect breasts as she enjoyed the immense pleasure from the piston-like strokes of his fat cock. Sue’s moans built up in time with the speed of her lover’s thrusts, until she was sobbing with her head turned backward to allow them to share a lewd kiss as Francis worked her body. He was an expert at work, equipped with the right tool and he soon had Sue crying out in ecstasy as she enjoyed a second series of orgasms.

Just as before, once Sue had recovered, he took this as his cue to rearrange her body so that he could enjoy her from a different angle. This time Francis wanted Sue atop him, and she happily obliged as she straddled his dark body. Looking deep into his eyes as she lowered herself until all of his thick cock was deep inside her. My beautiful wife beamed with a surreal look of contentment as she sat astride her lover, her breasts once again available for his pleasure as she luxuriated with the feel of a thick cock much deeper in her than she was used to with me.

By now Sue and Francis had been making love for some time and Sue was obviously quite tired. But despite being nine years older than Sue, Francis was fit enough and strong enough to do all of the work as his strong black hands lifted Sue up and down his big cock with a steady rhythm. In some ways, it was like he was using Sue’s body to wank himself off, but Sue didn’t mind a bit. Enjoying the wonderful sensations of her pussy being stretched and stimulated by her lover’s long and thick African cock.

After bringing Sue to a series of small climaxes in this position, even this bull of a man was getting a little tired and so he finally rolled Sue over so that they were back where it all started. In the missionary position.

But this time Sue was on her back with her knees pulled back to her armpits, despite her tiredness once again offering her black lover her sweet pussy. Knowing her husband was eight thousand miles away and inviting Francis to take whatever he wanted.

I knew they’d soon finish, and I could see in Sue’s face how much she wanted Francis to enter her again and this time to give her his seed. Sue’s eyes were fixed on his, her smile telling Francis what she wanted. As Francis eased his weight down onto Sue I watched again as all of his thick inches disappeared into Sue as she let out a loud gasp of pleasure.

Once he was all the way in, Sue wrapped her arms lovingly around Francis's neck and pulled his mouth down for a long and tender kiss. Even after all I’d watched, it was painful for me to watch. The way this kiss spoke volumes of their feelings and need for each other. With her legs bent back, Sue was intentionally totally at Francis mercy and the angle allowed him to go as deep as her body would allow.

With Francis now deeper than before, they were kissing constantly as the lovers built towards a final shared climax. They were a couple making deep, heartfelt, passionate love. This was more than just fucking, and this aroused and frightened me more than I can begin to describe. As Sue’s cries of pleasure built up her pale hands roamed Francis’ thick and heavily muscled body. Tenderly stroking his back, holding his flanks and then insistently pulling at his ass to get him deeper.

Watching them make love like this, I was the moth drawn to the lamp. It was burning, and I knew it was incredibly dangerous. But I was powerless to stop myself from watching, even as it turned me inside out and made my heart fill with pain. These last few moments were the worst and the best. As every little smile and every longing look told me about their emotional connection and their growing chemistry.

Finally, they came together, Sue calling out Francis' name as she sobbed from the emotional release and wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him as deep as she could get him. Their mouths were locked together in a deep and soul-filled kiss, as Francis thrust deep one last time and fired his baby juice deep into my receptive wife.

As Sue and Francis came together, I felt my own penis throb and I had to clamp my hand down to avoid making a mess. As they came down from their high, I waddled awkwardly to the bathroom to relieve myself.

As I returned to the hotel room and the video feed I saw that the love-birds were now cuddling in bed. Sue had snuggled up under Francis’ arm with her head on his muscular chest. One big black arm trailed down her side with a hand possessively on her stomach, while the other hand played with Sue’s hair. Sue kissed Francis' chest.

Seeing their love-making had been really hard to take. But watching this intimate time between them felt like dying. I wanted to weep. They looked so familiar and comfortable with each other, right back to where they’d been two years ago.

“That was wonderful, darling.”

Sue’s use of the word ‘darling’ caused my pain and hurt to spike, and I sensed the next few minutes were going to be really difficult to watch.

“Rebound,” was Francis smiling response. “I feel like pinching myself. I still can’t believe that Pete’s letting us see each other again.”

Sue giggled. “I know. I can hardly believe it either. I think we’ve got Jenny to thank for that.”

Francis smiled. “Remind me to buy that woman whatever she wants. She’s suddenly become my number two girl in all the world.”

Sue smiled like a little girl. Beaming with the implication that she was his number one girl in all the world. Rubbing Francis' chest as she gazed lovingly into his face, Sue looked like a child just before Christmas as she kissed Francis and they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

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Seeing Sue and Francis like this was too much. At that moment life felt like a zero-sum game. Any love and feeling Sue showed to Francis seemed to directly suggest less love and feeling for me. My brain told me this wasn’t true. But my heart said otherwise.

I felt myself struggling to breathe. My chest felt like one of those petrol cans crushed inwards by the atmosphere after all the air’s been sucked out. As if someone were kneeling on my chest. I forced myself to take a series of long deep breaths, just like I’d done when winded playing sport as a kid.

As I looked at Sue and Francis so close and intimate, I knew I’d made the wrong call. I knew I’d let my addiction get the better of me. That I’d allowed Jenny to manipulate me and suck me into a place where I’d forgotten all the painful lessons learned. Forgotten just how bad it had been with Brandon.

I picked up my phone and pressed the speed dial for Sue. I knew what I had to do. Whatever I’d said and done before, I had no choice.

I reassured myself with Sue’s words. Sue had been the one who’d told me she never wanted to hurt me. And this was hurting more than I could bear. More than anyone could bear.

As Sue picked up, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what was going to be a very difficult conversation.