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“So you say you’ve been naughty?” Frank asked, looking at his beautiful darling wife right in front of him.


Sandra nodded, biting her lip in a sheepish and tipsy manner.


“What did you do? Did you have… sex?” Frank suddenly had to gulp.


Instead of giving him an answer, Sandra placed a finger on her lips, signaling him to stop talking. She took his hand into hers and gently but determinedly lead him to their bedroom.


As they were climbing the stairs, Frank had a magnificent view of his wife’s firm ass, dressed in nothing but that tight, black skirt. Once more Frank became aware of her panties being gone since the tight fabric of the skirt didn’t reveal their outline anymore. He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to them.


Once they were inside the bedroom, Sandra pulled Frank into their marriage bed, had him lie on his back and lay down on her side next to him. As he noticed the smell of alcohol in Sandra’s breath, her hand quickly found the bulge his boner was forming through the jeans. Frank couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as his wife started caressing it.


“Did you… did you sleep with him?” Frank managed to say as the sensations in his crotch were growing. “Did you sleep with Abam?”


“No, I didn’t,” Sandra answered. The disappointment in the air could be felt in an instant.


“What happened then?”


Sandra unzipped her husband’s jeans, got his already hard cock out and started stroking it.


“Well, after I arrived at the refugee center, I was welcomed by Abam. He was so charming and gentle and kept looking after me the whole time. At first we just celebrated Bako’s birthday in the common room, sitting on the floor around a table. It was all quite innocent, but I turned out to be the only white person there since Anna had dropped out because her son is ill.”


The scene quickly invaded Frank’s mind. He pictured his lovely wife sitting amid all those African revelers with her fair skin and her open, red hair in contrast to the others. His erection hardened, which Sandra met by a slight smile and a firmer grip around his shaft as she continued stroking him.


“The party progressed, and they kept serving incredibly delicious food, and – as you can probably tell – I had a few glasses of rum and coke,” Sandra went on with a giggle. “It didn’t take long for me to get quite tipsy, and as time went by, I found myself snuggling up against Abam behind me. I don’t know why I did that; it was just an instinct. Abam gladly went along with that, put his hands around me and placed them on my tummy. Oh gosh, I can’t find the words to describe the sensation that sent through my body!” Sandra exhaled dramatically.


“Were there other women, or were you the only one?” Frank asked, imagining his wife snuggling up against Abam, whom he could only envision as a mysterious, well-built black guy.


“I was the only one,” Sandra answered, slowing down the movements of her hand but keeping up the firmness of her grip. “Some of the wives of the refugees are expected to arrive next week, but tonight, I was the only woman there. After a few hours that circumstance even began to bother me a little, because although those guys – there were about 20 of them – quickly got the idea that I was with Abam, they were constantly focused on me, chatting with me, offering me stuff and eying me up.


Sandra paused for a moment, and Frank could tell she was now coming to a far more delicate part of her report.


“When I was fed up with all the attention I got, I finally asked Abam if he wanted to show me his room,” Sandra went on as her husband immediately adjusted his position to lie more comfortably. “He agreed with a big smile. Oh, Frank, he has such a beautiful smile with his bright teeth! Anyway, we got up, and – under several protests of the others – excused ourselves.”


“So you really did go for it,” Frank whispered. “Everyone of them knew what that meant…”


Frank had known all along what they were getting themselves into. However, the actual thought of Sandra actively taking the step to get intimate with someone else – and an African refugee at that – suddenly hit him with a cruel mixture of turmoil and arousal.


“Yes, darling, I know…” Sandra went on, “but although I’m very much attracted to Abam, my main motivation was to escape that overwhelming attention the group had been giving me.”


Sandra’s hand quickened the pace again. Her slender and loving fingers drove away her husband’s worries in a heartbeat.


“So Abam took my hand and lead me down the corridor to his room, which he shares with Bako. I don’t know what came over me, but as soon as I had closed the door behind me, I just put my arms around Abam’s neck and kissed him. Maybe it was the joy of relief that he had ‘saved’ me from that situation, maybe my arousal finally took hold of me or maybe both, but my body simply took over, and I just made out with him.”


Sandra’s lips, her sweet innocent lips, on that African fellow’s appeared in Frank’s head. He pictured his darling wife’s tongue dancing with that of her black partner. The thought was just as painful as it was arousing, intoxicating and enticing.

“What… What happened then?” Frank managed to say as Sandra’s hands kept pleasuring him.


Sandra bit her lips. A tipsy gaze filled her eyes as she went on, “As we were kissing, Abam wasted no time and immediately caressed my whole body. His hands were exploring me. My breasts, my tummy, my ass and legs… just everything. It was so intensely exciting to have another man touch me there, Frank. It was a feeling I cannot possibly describe.”


“Then he…” Sandra gulped. “Then he simply unbuttoned his trousers. He let them fall down and – since he wasn’t wearing any underwear – revealed his cock. Frank, I’ve never ever seen anything like it. Neither of us uttered a word as he was just standing there in front of me with his cock sticking out. It was as huge as those you’ve shown me in those internet videos: incredibly long, thick, veiny and pulsing.”


“Please! Please slow down, or I’m gonna cum right now!” Frank suddenly moaned. Sandra couldn’t suppress a little smirk and complied.


“Well,” she went on, “there I was, mesmerized by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. We looked each other in the eyes, and – it was so incredible – no words were needed. Just as I was about to kneel down in front of him, he placed his large hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down. When I was on my knees, pure instinct took over. I opened my mouth, and although I had never handled anything that big before, my lips parted and I took his thick and musky cock in my mouth.”


Sandra looked at Frank, “Are you really sure you want to hear this?” She was biting her lip.


“Yes!” Frank promptly answered. “Yes, by all means: continue!” Never before had he felt such an intense excitement taking control over his mind and body. It was as if he was just there next to them, witnessing what his wife had done.


“Ok,” Sandra said and went on. “So I started sucking on his cock – well, as far as I managed to - while I was caressing his balls with my left hand and his ass with my right. That went on for quite some time, when he suddenly told me in English that he wouldn’t take long anymore and that he needed to have me.”


“What… What happened then?” Frank asked like a little k** anxious to hear the rest of an exciting story.


“So I got up, took my thong off and raised my skirt. I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of the horny look he got on his face when he saw me down there and my freshly-trimmed landing strip.”


To Frank it all seemed like a story from one of his internet videos. There was the craving white wife with her sex exposed to the black man, ready to go and finally claim her.


“As I went on and unpacked the condom, however, he suddenly refused. I asked him in English what was going on, and he politely but determinedly told me that he would only have sex without a condom. He then presented me a new medical certificate to prove he was clean. Even when I told him I couldn’t do it bare since I’m not on any birth control, he wouldn’t put the condom on.”


“But you didn’t… Did you?” Frank anxiously asked, already imagining Sandra being taken bare by a large, black cock.


“No, of course not,” Sandra answered. “Although he did try to convince me to do it without protection, I remained strong. However, I can’t really say I wasn’t tempted at all… Anyway, I didn’t want the situation to turn sour so I quickly resumed sucking him.”


“Oh god, thinking about you taking his black cock in your mouth is so fucking sexy, my darling!” Frank said, picturing his wife worshipping what her African student was offering her.


“I’m so glad, you’re enjoying this, Frank,” Sandra said with a smile on her face. “I wasn’t quite sure if the decision to go for that was right, and you and our marriage popped into my mind quite frequently. Are you still sure you want to hear all of it?”


Frank, anticipating the big climax of his wife’s adventure, just nodded. All too good did Sandra’s treatment of his cock feel. All too eagerly was he looking forward to hearing about his innocent German wife’s grand finale of the evening. Sandra smiled.


“So I kept sucking him, when he suddenly bent over me and took the condom I had opened. Although I was curious what he was going to do with it, I kept working on him as good as I possibly could. Finally I heard him moan heavily, and he shot a few jets of cum in my mouth. Suddenly, however, he withdrew himself from my mouth and directed his cock at the condom, which he must have had unrolled, and shot the rest of his big load inside of it.”


“You… You swallowed?” Frank asked.


“Yes. At least a small part of it,” Sandra answered with a sudden blush that gave her face a rosy complexion. “You know I’ve never wanted to try and swallow cum, but at that moment, it came without warning and I just gave in to the first reflex, which was to swallow. I hope you’re not mad about that…”


“No, I’m not, darling,” Frank put his wife at ease. “If you enjoyed it, it’s totally fine with me.”


In his wife’s face Frank could see the relief his answer brought to her. A slightly sheepish grin and an even more reddish turn of her cheeks told him that it was the answer Sandra had hoped to hear.


“And then?” Frank asked. “What happened then?”


“Not much,” Sandra answered. “When I noticed how late it was, I told Abam I needed to go home, which he understood. He thanked me for the wonderful evening, and walked me down to the street and kept me company while I was waiting for my taxi. If you’re curious as to where my panties have gone: I gave them to him as a little souvenir. When the taxi arrived, we kissed briefly, and that’s it.”


The two spouses were looking in each other’s eyes when, all of a sudden, Sandra reached in the nightstand, opened a condom and rolled it over Frank’s throbbing cock with swift and skillful movements.


Holding her husband’s surprised gaze, she said, “this is all too much for me. I need to be fucked right now! I need to cum!”


Within a moment, she swung her leg around Frank to straddle him, raised her black skirt and guided Frank’s rock-hard cock at her opening. A passionate gasp escaped her mouth as she let her body obey gravity and sink down on her husband.


“Oh gosh, Frank, that’s what I’ve needed!” Sandra exclaimed and started fiercely rocking her hips back and forth as her moans were getting wilder and louder.


“You wanted to do this, didn’t you? You wanted to do this with Abam!” Frank didn’t think. His words slipped out of his brain and immediately landed on his tongue.


“Uh-huh, honey!” Sandra answered with closed eyes. “I would’ve loved that!”


“And he would’ve loved it too,” Frank went on, sensing his own horniness taking over. “He would’ve loved to enter you with his bare, African cock!”


“Oh god, this is so naughty, Frank! It would’ve been so risky!” Sandra moaned, but the pace of her movements never decreased a bit.


“I want you to imagine it, darling,” Frank went on. “I want you to imagine his black, African cock going in and out of your innocent, German pussy. Imagine how he claims you, subdues you!”


“Uh! Oh honey, this is so intense!” Sandra moaned. “This makes me horny beyond belief!”


“You like the idea, don’t you?” Frank went on, almost not believing his own words. “You like the idea of Abam fucking you bare while I, your husband, am only allowed to enter you with a condom.”


Sandra’s hips began to move harder and harder. Her moans practically pierced the air of their bedroom.


“Yes, baby!” Sandra managed to say. “Yes, I do like that idea! Letting him do it unprotected with me exclusively with your approval is so freaking naughty and thrilling! He’d have to pull out though. Before he cums.”


“And where would you want him to cum?” Frank asked, sensing he wouldn’t last very much longer as his wife’s firm, little ass was rocking up and down his condom-covered shaft, pounding against his thighs.


“Let me show you!” Sandra said, and as Frank’s curios eyes were fixed upon her, she stopped, bent to the side and took something out of her purse next to the bed.


Sandra’s hand came up again and in front of her face she was holding a very large condom, filled with a good amount of liquid and tied up at the end.


Frank immediately realized it had to be the condom Sandra had talked about, and the liquid inside was Abam’s cum.


As Sandra resumed fucking her husband, her other hand revealed a pair of scissors. With a tiny snap, Sandra cut the tied end of the condom off and threw the scissors on the floor.


“You want to know where I’d want Abam’s cum?” Sandra said, raised the condom up and guided the open end between her lips. Frank couldn’t believe his eyes as Sandra lifted the other end of the condom and let the load of cum run down into her mouth.


“Oh lord, this is so hot, darling!” Frank exclaimed.


Sandra couldn’t hide a little smirk.


“Do you enjoy watching your wife drink the cum of her African lover?” Sandra teased him.


Frank nodded.


“Do you want me to get more of it?”


Frank nodded again, this time more eagerly.


“Should I invite him to come over tomorrow night?”


“Yes!” Frank answered. “Yes, please do! Oh god, I’m going to cum soon!”


Sandra smiled and rose the pace of her movements to full speed.


“Honey, I’m cumming any moment too!” Sandra said. “I love you so much! So very, very much!”


“I love you too, darling!” Frank replied, seconds away from his orgasm.


Both their climaxes started simultaneously. As Frank unleashed his cum into his condom, Sandra’s body began to twitch and shiver while a powerful orgasm was rocking through her body.


They both remained in that position for some moments. Half-dressed and completely spent they were looking at each other.


“Did you really mean it?” Frank began, feeling quite less aroused in post-orgasmic clarity as his wife gently went off him and lay down next to him. “Would you really consider doing it without protection? I mean, he may have a medical certificate proving that he’s clean, but he could still… you know… knock you up.”


Sandra, still tipsy and aroused, just smiled.


“Oh baby,” she answered, caressing her husband’s cheek, “I don’t know. It’s so hot when we talk about it during sex, and I must admit that I’m quite tempted, but I wouldn’t do anything we’re not both comfortable with!”


Both Frank and Sandra turned on their side to face each other.


“Are you still okay with me inviting him over tomorrow?” Sandra asked, biting her lip.


Frank took a moment to think about it once more. He would be naïve to think nothing serious would happen if they went through with it. On the other hand, serious things had already happened in the refugee center.


“Well, it couldn’t hurt to get to know him, could it?” Frank heard himself speak.


“I guess not,” Sandra said with a loving smile.


Everything was happening so quickly. A few weeks ago, the lives of both Frank and his wife had been so ordinary and vanilla, and now he was lying beside his beautiful, young wife, who had given a blowjob to an African refugee just mere hours ago. If someone had ever told him that story, he most certainly would have laughed at the silliness and unlikelihood of the plot.


However: there they were.


The emotional ride, the anticipation and their actions had finally taken their toll on them, and it didn’t take long until both Frank and Sandra just doze off next to the other.


Frank slightly opened his eyes. Saturday morning had already filled their bedroom with the light of a fresh winter’s day. He looked to his side and found Sandra’s place deserted.


Suddenly it all came back. Had his wife really sucked that Abam’s cock? Was he really coming over that night? Goosebumps began to form on his arms, and he could feel the blood increasing the pressure in his cock.


“Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes, honey!” Sandra’s voice sounded from the kitchen, accompanied with the sweet smell of fried eggs and bacon.


“I’ll be there!” Frank replied, thankful for the opportunity to take a quick shower and deal with his hardened issue.


Under the shower, Frank immediately started working on his cock. As the warm water was running down his body, he was stroking himself, imagining his naughty, little wife with her black lover. Her lips around his thick and dark shaft, her head bouncing back and forth while her hands were exploring his balls and ass.


Her petite, Teutonic body was there to serve her African master. All her focus and care was directed at his pleasure and delight.

Frank only lasted for about three minutes and spilled his seed in the shower. When his cum was captured by the running water, he watched it sink into the drain, and he grinned.


To Frank’s pleasant surprise, Sandra decided not to bring up the night before during breakfast, and the married couple could enjoy their first Saturday meal as they always had. They read the paper and discussed recent political events and issues they were having at work.


“So about tonight,” Sandra finally said. “I’ve texted Abam and asked him whether he was up for watching some soccer with us. He replied within a minute and said he would love that. He’s coming over at half past eight.”


It was happening. It was finally happening. Frank was going to encounter the African man who had taken his German wife’s marital innocence.


“Ok.” Frank gulped. “So this is really happening, isn’t it?”


Sandra got up and went around the table in the living room towards her husband. Her lose, little white robe was swaying with her steps, revealing the little top and boxer shorts she was wearing.


“Move backwards,” Sandra said with a sexy but assertive voice.


Frank, taken by surprise, did as his wife had said and pushed himself and the chair back.


Sandra wasted no time and knelt down in front of her husband, still sitting in his chair. She folded her arms on his thighs and looked him straight in the eyes.


“Yes, Abam’s coming tonight,” Sandra said softly. “If you’re not comfortable with that, I can call it off at any moment. Do you want me to call it off?”


Frank was looking at his wife. Her blue eyes were focused on his, and the look she was giving him told Frank she was serious.


“Wi… Will anything happen tonight?” Frank asked. “Will there be more than just handshakes and friendly small talk?”


“I don’t know,” Sandra replied. “Do you want anything to happen?”


Frank’s mind was running fast. Yes, the fantasy of Sandra and Abam was such a turn on for him, but when it came to actually making decisions, Frank felt himself hesitant.


“I’m not sure, Sandra. Listening to you talking about it is one thing. I don’t know I could stand witnessing it.”


“Imagine it, honey,” Sandra said. “Imagine me, naked. Imagine me kneeling in front of him, offering my mouth to him.”


The images from back in the shower reappeared in Frank’s mind, and his body reacted immediately.


“It seems you like that image, honey,” Sandra smirked at her husband as the bulge in his boxers was growing fast. “Maybe you’d like to watch the real thing tonight?”


Sandra’s hands quickly freed Frank’s hardened cock and began to stroke it, causing him to moan in pleasure.


“Would you… Would you really do that in front of me?” Frank asked as Sandra started massaging his balls as well.


“Yes,” she answered. “Yes, I would do that if you wanted it.”


Frank moaned heavily. “What if he wants to fuck you?”


“I don’t know, baby. I can’t say I dislike the idea,” Sandra answered and stopped her work on Frank’s balls. Her now free hand wandered down into her own boxers and straight on her clit, letting her own moans join her husband’s.


“Wouldn’t… Uh! Wouldn’t that be too risky?” Frank raised his concern.


“According to my gynecologist, today and the following two days are the least fertile of my cycle. I should be safe, especially if he pulls out,” Sandra replied.


“So you’ve actually been thinking about fucking him tonight?” Frank asked.


“Yes…”


“Without a condom?”


“Yes…”


“In front of your husband?”


“Yes…”


That was too much for Frank. Sandra hadn’t even finished her last reply when he felt his balls contract and begin pumping out his cum. Sandra, taken by surprise, immediately leaned forward, opened her mouth and tried to catch the spurts of semen. Some went into her mouth, some on the floor before them or on her husband’s thighs.


“Oh god, Frank!” Sandra moaned as her own orgasm set in. “I can’t believe this is actually happening!”


When her orgasm was subsiding, Sandra, still kneeling in front of her husband, lay her head on his left thigh. Frank watched as her tongue was licking his cum off her lips.


“What have you planned for tonight?” Frank asked.


“Abam said he was going to have dinner before coming over so I’d say we simply watch a movie on the couch in the living room. I want you two to get to know each other,” Sandra answered, looking up at him. “Listen, honey. I know you’re nervous about this, and so am I. So why don’t you just go out and watch the soccer game in the stadium with Patrick? That should get your mind off it and help you ease the tension. I’ll go and have a lady’s day at the spa with Eva and get ready.”


Fran liked that idea. Watching his favorite team FC Nuremberg play would distract his mind from what was going to happen, and spending time with his old friend Patrick would certainly help too. Within thirty minutes, everything was organized, and Frank was on his way to Nuremberg.


Nuremberg lost 2:0, but Frank wasn’t upset. To Patrick’s curious question why he could remain so calm although such a loss would usually lead his blood to the boiling point Frank simply answered he didn’t know and he wasn’t feeling so well.


There was only one thing occupying Frank’s mind. In less than two hours he was going to meet Abam. He was going to meet the black refugee his wife had a crush on. Doubts began to appear in his mind. Was that all really alright? Would the neighbors notice? What was going to happen? Would Sandra actually fuck him? Was she really not going to get pregnant?


Frank’s cock responded for him. It started growing hard, especially on the thought of Sandra fucking her African lover. Even while driving on the Autobahn, he had to touch his growing bulge. There was no chance he would call it off now. The arousal was too big. The anticipation was too high. He was simply driving on, excited and ready for what may come.


A look at the watch told Frank it was 8:15 as he was entering the drive way. When he finally opened the front door, he could already hear voices coming from inside the house.


As he entered, Frank immediately saw him. He was early. A black man was sitting on their couch in the living room. Abam was just the way Frank had imagined him: very dark skin, athletic, about as tall as him, handsome and with short, black braids crowning his head.


“Hi,” Frank said as he entered the house.


Abam immediately looked at him and got up. “Hello Herr Frank, my name is Abam. I am from Ghana, and I want to say thank you that you invited me to come to your house.”


Frank didn’t know what to admire first: Abam’s athletic figure, his splendid pronunciation and grammar or the friendliness and politeness of his guest. They shook hands.


“Hello Abam. I’m Frank, Sandra’s husband. I’m glad we finally get to know each other. I’ve heard so much about you.”


A sudden touch of shyness seemed to overcome Abam’s face when Frank mentioned his wife’s name.

“Yes, it is good to meet you too. Sandra is a great teacher, and I am so happy that she helps me and my friends. You are very good people!” Abam said, and his white teeth were shining through his mouth, which was framed by full, black lips.

“Well, we try our best,” Frank said. “Speaking of Sandra: where is she?”


“She went upstairs. She said that she wanted to make herself fresh, but I did not really understand what that means. She told me that I can sit on the couch and watch television and wait,” Abam answered.


“Alright, I guess I’ll join you then. Would you to drink a beer with me?” Frank asked, and Abam quickly agreed.


As they were waiting, they were watching an episode of How I Met Your Mother, which made Abam laugh a lot. They were drinking some of Frank’s favorite beer from a local brewery, which tended to have the effect of letting one feel the alcohol quite quickly. Just what Frank needed.


As they continued watching the TV show, they quickly got to their second beer. Frank couldn’t help but admire Abam’s physique. He couldn’t blame his wife for having a crush on him.


“Oh hello guys, sorry I took so long!” Sandra’s voice came from behind the couch. Both Frank and Abam turned their heads.


Sandra came around and was now standing in front of them, and she was looking fabulous. Her long, red hair was hanging down her back, framing her perfectly shaped head. She had applied some makeup, just enough to highlight the natural beauty of her face. A moderately revealing, blue top was crowning her black skirt and below its hem, Frank could detect some garters, which obviously fastened the stockings to a garter belt.


Frank’s wife had clearly made an effort, and it was paying off. Both Frank and Abam were staring at her with their mouths wide open.


In her hands she was holding a glass of red wine. It obviously hadn’t been her first. Smiling at her husband and their guest, she made her way forward and quietly sat down between Frank and Abam, who had left a considerable gap between them, and she put the glass on the coffee table.


“Hey, honey,” Sandra said to Frank and gave him a kiss. Then, to Frank’s surprise, she turned to Abam and kissed him as well. It should have been the most awkward situation, but Sandra did as though it was the most normal thing in the world for a wife to welcome both her husband and an African refugee with a kiss on the lips.


“I’m so glad you two finally meet,” Sandra said as she was pouring herself a glass of wine. “I’ve chosen a movie we can watch: the white Masai.”


‘The White Masai’ is a movie about a German woman who falls in love with a Maasai warrior in Africa and decides to stay with him.


They were watching the movie for about 45 minutes. Apart from sporadic touches, nothing had really happened until then.


“Oh, that’s so beautiful,” Sandra suddenly said when the interracial couple in the movie finally came to their first proper love-making. “Her white skin against his is so sexy.”


“Yes, it is very beautiful,” Abam remarked and looked at Sandra with a smile. “Almost as beautiful as you.”


Sandra was looking him in the eyes.
“Oh Abam,” she said, leaned forward and kissed him.


Frank was lost for words when he realized his wife was making out with her black student right there in front of him.


He watched on as his wife and their African guest were kissing passionately. Suddenly, Sandra turned around, and with passionate and dreamy eyes, she kissed him too. Their tongues met, and Frank was glad he could show Abam that his wife still belonged to him as well.


After they had made out for several minutes, Sandra got up, turned the TV off and faced them.


“Did you enjoy watching a white woman giving herself to a black man?” she asked.


Both Frank and Abam nodded.


“What do you say: shall I do the same?” Sandra asked and with a sexy smile she took off her top, and since she hadn’t been waring any bra, revealed her naked upper body. Her beautiful, perky breasts were highlighted by stiff nipples, sticking proudly into the air.


A single step brought Sandra right between Abam’s thigh’s and as she was slowly going down to her knees, she signaled Frank to move closer to their black guest.


“Would you please get your cock out, honey?” was all Sandra said, as her hands moved forward and opened Abam’s pants. Frank gladly obeyed as he and Abam watched his wife reach inside Abam’s boxers and uncover his black cock.


Especially when compared to his own cock, which he had gotten out, Frank couldn’t help but admire the semi-hard flesh of the black man next to him. Not only was it longer than his but also quite thicker. Jealousy was building up inside him, but it had no chance against the incredible arousal the situation was giving him.


“Honey,” Sandra spoke to Frank, redirecting his focus from the black cock to his wife, “do you give me permission to do this? Do you give your wife permission to give pleasure to another man?”


“Y…,” Frank could feel the reluctance within him. “Yes,” he managed to say.


“Yes what?” Sandra said and started slowly stroking Abam’s cock as she was kneeling semi-naked in front of him. “I… We need to hear it from you. He needs to hear the German husband allowing his wife to do this.”


“Yes,” Frank’s mouth pronounced the words without Frank’s mind being able to follow the situation. “Yes, I allow you to take Abam’s cock into your mouth, darling.”


The words had been said. It was happening now.


With a loving smile, Sandra’s head slowly went down towards Abam’s big, black cock. Her eyes never left those of her husband as her lips engulfed the thick head of Abam’s flesh. The contrast of her white cheeks to the black skin of the African penis was more than breathtaking. Frank had no choice but to start stroking himself. The sexual pressure that sight was building up within him was too high.


A deep moan escaped Abam’s lips, and his breath got heavier. It took Sandra very little time to adjust to the seize of his cock and start giving him a proper blowjob. Her left hand was gliding up and down his shaft as her right one reached down under her skirt and inside her panties. The flesh inside her mouth muffled her moans.


“Oh Frank, I can’t believe this is happening,” Sandra said, looking up at her husband but continuing to stroke Abam. A mixed drop of both her saliva and Abam’s precum was running down her chin.


Suddenly Abam took hold of her arms and started pulling her up. Although Sandra seemed slightly hesitant to follow his direction, she slowly rose to her feet and let him pull her towards him. She climbed the couch and when she was standing above him, Abam pulled down her panties. When her underwear was gone, rose her skirt, grabbed her firm, round ass and started pulling her towards him.


“Oh my god, Abam,” Sandra whispered in awe as the distance between her already dripping pussy and Abam’s mouth was steadily shrinking. Frank felt a new wave of lust in his cock when the black man’s mouth consumed her pussy lips, crowned by her trimmed, red landing strip.


As Abam started to pleasure her with his tongue, Sandra almost grunted of lust and went into a slight squatting position to grant her lover better access to her opening. Her hands embraced Abam’s head and pulled him closer to her pussy, which until that moment had never been touched by any man other than Frank for all their marriage.


“Oh god, Abam,” Sandra almost squealed, “keep going! Please! Keep going! Your making… Your making me… Uhhh! Uhhh!”


Frank almost lost control and nearly came himself as he witnessed his wife’s body spasm and twitch as she was cumming right in front of him. He felt more than overwhelmed on the sight of his wife experiencing an orgasm by another man. His brain screamed and begged him to stop that absurd scene at once, but his cock was commanding him to let it happen.


When her orgasm subsided, Sandra, exhausted and smiling, let herself sink down on her knees. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist, exposing her black garter belt attached to her stockings. As she was straddling her black lover, his gorgeous, big cock was towering behind her, aligning itself with the crack of her lovely butt.


“Thank you, my African king! That was so good!” Sandra said, leaned forward and kissed Abam like a true lover as her arms were embracing him.


“You are welcome, my white, German queen,” Abam answered her in English. “Please! I must have you! You are driving me crazy! I must be inside of you!”


“Would you put on a condom? I’m still not on any birth control,” Sandra asked, biting her lip. She took a quick glance at Frank, who was sitting next to them, still slowly stroking his cock and carefully listening to every word.


Abam shook his head. “No, my queen. My flesh must enter you pure and uncovered, like that of a husband inside his wife.”


Upon hearing that, a gasp escaped Sandra’s lips. Abam seemed to feel he had her on the brink when he reached down with his right hand and placed his thumb at his German teacher’s already swollen clit. Her body responded harmoniously to his thumbs movements by letting her hips rock back and forth, making his black cock slide up and down her crack.


“Mmmh, Frank,” Sandra moaned, looking at him with half-closed eyes, “what do you think? Should I do it? Oh, honey, I’m so tempted to let Abam fuck me bare.”


“W… Would you really do that?” Frank answered, his cock still in his hand. “Would you fuck him without protection? Here in front of me?” He gulped.


“Oh gosh, honey, I would,” Sandra said in a dreamy voice. “I would if you wanted it too.”


Franks mind was running riot. No, he didn’t want that. Yes, he wanted it. He felt as if his hormones were waging a brutal war inside his head.


“The… The decision is yours, darling,” Frank finally managed to say. He couldn’t believe he’d just uttered those words.


“I want to do it,” Sandra’s words penetrated Frank’s mind like a knife. “I need it. Will you help me?”


Sandra’s eyes were now wide open, focused on her loving husband.


Frank nodded.


“Please kneel down behind me, Frank,” Sandra’s request sounded like a plea and a demand at once.


With his emotions still running wild, Frank quietly got up and knelt down behind his wife and between the legs of the African migrant, who was about to fuck his darling wife. The massive, black cock was in his plain sight, just as his wife’s perfect, white ass behind it.


“Honey, I would like you to do something for me,” Sandra said in English, turning her back around to talk to her husband. “Please remove Abam’s pants for me and hold his cock up for me! Can you do that?”


A shiver ran down Frank’s spine. Had his wife really just asked him to undress another man and grasp his cock? And why was she talking to him in English? She obviously wanted to make sure Abam would understand her.


“D… Darling,” Frank’s reply started with stuttering. “W… What are you asking of me?”


“Please, honey,” Sandra continued. “Please, do this for me. I want to show Abam, that you, my husband, really are okay with this. I want to show him that you really want me to have sex with him. Please, do it!”


Frank’s hands reached forward and grabbed Abam’s pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Was he really doing that?

Inch by inch the fabric was sinking down the black thighs as Frank was pulling on it.

Had he lost his mind?

Abam lifted his feet to help him take off his pants entirely.

Was it really going to happen now?


Sandra looked back and gave her husband one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen on her. His body turned into stone, forcing him to watch on as Sandra’s knees went up to let her feet move forward to the back of the couch. Abam’s hands supported her beautiful ass as she lifted it above his waiting cock as her hands were still around his neck.


The pleading look in Sandra’s eyes was all it took to make Frank do the unthinkable. Kneeling in front of them and with his own hard cock sticking out of his pants, he reached out and for the first time in his entire life, he grasped another man’s cock.

Even though Frank’s hand wasn’t small at all, the girth of that big, black cock did surprise him when his fingers enclosed it. His thumb barely made contact with his index finger. The soft but firm texture of Abam’s skin and the continuous pulsation of the blood in his cock were the last indicators to tell Frank that it was happening now. His life and that of his wife would change forever.


“Thank you, honey,” Sandra seemed to speak in English exclusively now. “I know how much strength this takes you, and I’m so grateful you can muster it. Please guide him into me.”


With those words, Sandra let her body sink down again. Slowly but steadily, her swollen and ready pussy was approaching her black lover’s throbbing cock. Frank was both paralyzed and hypnotized at once as he pointed Abam’s cock directly at the nearing opening of his wife. No condom. Unprotected.


Then the moment had arrived. The moment, both Frank and Sandra had so often fantasized about.

Frank was watching on in awe, and he was holding Abam’s cock in place when Sandra inhaled deeply as her pussy lips were pushed aside by the thick mushroom head. Bit by bit, breath by breath, Sandra kept letting her body sink down on the black shaft as her wetness provided enough lubrication for her to slide down without any interruption.

Frank removed his hand to resume touching himself on the magnificent scene unfolding before him.


“Oh god, Abam!” Sandra squealed. “What are you doing to me? Uh! You’re stretching me out, baby!”


Abam moaned, “Yes, my white goddess! You feel so incredible! Let me complete you!”


Suddenly, before Sandra had reached the end of Abam’s shaft, her body began to tremble. In disbelief Frank witnessed his young wife experience a second orgasm by another man, without even having fucked.


“Are you alright, darling?” Frank asked when Sandra had calmed down and consumed all of Abam’s cock.


“Uh-huh!” Sandra responded, looking back at him. “Oh, honey, it’s so incredible! I’ve never been so filled in my entire life!”


Although a part of him felt hurt and humiliated by those words, Frank couldn’t help but experience massive arousal on the thought that his wife was enjoying the sex with her African student and that he was the one that had helped her arrange it.


When Sandra had calmed down from her climax, she started slowly rising up and down on her lover’s flesh.

The sight of Abam’s black cock disappearing in his wife’s white body, the smell, their sounds were sensations Frank couldn’t just handle casually. He felt himself in a constant state of being overwhelmed by everything: his jealousy, his arousal, his suffering and his never-ending craving for more.

Every 30 seconds or so, he had to stop stroking himself or he would have cum before them, and if there was one thing he wanted to avoid then it was the state of a radical sexual breakdown while Sandra and Abam were still busy.


When they had been fucking for about 10 minutes, Sandra got up and turned around. She knelt down again and resumed riding Abam while facing Frank.


“Do… Do you like what you see, honey?” Sandra asked her husband as she was moving her hips up and down. “Is it what you had imagined?”


Frank nodded and smiled back at her. “Better,” he said.


Then Frank did something that Sandra obviously hadn’t expected. He bent over towards the couch, held his wife’s hips in place and began licking her swollen clit. Her moans of pleasure were like music in his ears as Abam, who must have noticed what was going on, started pumping his cock in and out of Sandra.


“Oh, good lord, keep going, Frank! I’m cumming again!” Sandra screamed as Frank increased the pressure of his tongue, tasting the combined juices of his wife and her black lover.


Sandra’s third orgasm was the heaviest Frank had ever experienced with her. Although the spasms of her body caused Frank’s lips to make contact with Abam’s cock more than once, he continued licking her until she started to calm down.


“Princess, I won’t last long now,” Abam suddenly said. “Please get on your hands and knees!”


Sandra obeyed her lover’s wish without hesitation. Having signaled her husband to sit on the couch in front of her, she rose from Abam and took a doggy position right before him.


The African wasted no time, got up and placed his feet on either side of her bottom. Then, instead of kneeling behind her, Abam went down into a squatting position and reentered his German lover. With almost violent thrusts he resumed fucking her, causing Sandra to scream with pleasure.


Sandra, on the other hand, began kissing Frank passionately, removed his hand from his cock and started jacking him off herself. Feeling his wife’s hand was just what Frank needed. He knew he wouldn’t last long himself.


“Sandra, I’m about to cum!” Abam suddenly groaned.


For a moment, Frank feared that his wife was going to let Abam cum inside her, but to his relief, she quickly broke from him, sat down and took Abam’s cock into her mouth, giving him a final blowjob while she continued jacking her husband off.


“Uh! Princess! Here it comes!” Abam shouted, held her head in his hands and came to a complete stand-still. As Sandra’s right hand kept stroking that black cock, Frank could only imagine how spurt after spurt of potent cum was shot into her waiting mouth and how busy she was swallowing it all.


That was too much for Frank. Grasping his wife’s left breast, he came himself. Sandra, her mouth still around her black lover’s cock, directed her husband’s cock forward, letting his cum fall down on the wooden floor before them.


No words were spoken after that. They were just sitting there, coming down from their excitement.


Sandra got up.


“Shall we go to bed?” She was looking at them. “All of us?”


Both Frank and Abam nodded.


They had opened Pandora’s Box.