We had been living a peaceful and content life since marrying 2 years ago. I had opened a clothes shop nearby selling Asian style garments like sarees, abayas, bhurkas, kameez, niqabs and the like. Business was booming with the massive influx of Asian muslim customers moving into the area almost every month. We had lots of money, were happy with my 24 year old wife Abla managing domestic duties.
She also kept very fit going to Insanity classes at the Gate centre three times a week, walking a lot and swimming on Saturdays. Although she wore the niqab and Abaya, her great figure and very hig tits were hard to conceal. As a result she got lots of looks and attention. She measured a pretty hot 34-24-36 and stood 174 tall.
Eventually Abla got bored and did a college course in social policy and welfare. She soon got a job in a local organisation helping with translation, benefit advice, health care and education welfare. One of the main duties was outreach work for new families settling in the UK from various parts of the world.
Some time in 2012 an African family moved next door to us. Abla had arranged this as their welfare case worker. They were put there by the Council as they were homeless. I was most unhappy about this. I was cautious around blacks generally, felt they were easily disposed to crime and strongly felt they did not belong in our expensive neighbourhood.
In turned out OK because the couple Ruth and Fred were lovely people with three kids of their own. Ruth's father Festus, a 60 year old, was also living with them. He was an utterly charming man always helpful, laughing and friendly. Tall, lean and always well presented he had impeccable manners. Slowly we got used to these blacks and found out they were actually ok people and, despite being poor and on welfare, they became our friends.
Our neighbours Ruth, Fred and their children all had British passports but we found out Festus was staying in the UK illegally as his visa had expired. They came to us for help and Abla decided to take on his case having struck up a very good friendship together. She went to immigration with him many times, filled in all his paperwork and we waited several months for a decision. She became passionate about his case and intent on ensuring he stayed in the country. Events later in in this story proved why.
When the immigration decision came Festus had been refused. He was gutted but Abla seemed to take it badly too. At the time I thought because of all her hard work. One of the loopholes was if he was to marry or become a father. We were all resigned to losing this lovely man.
When they came for a Sunday dinner at our house I joked we would have to get him a girlfriend! He laughed along and said he wanted a baby too!
Abla tried more and more to get Festus a stay of execution, all to no avail. She took a whole week off work to travel to several immigration solicitors with him around London, away for long hours, and arriving homenshattered. Some nights she could barely walk her legs were sore. But she seemed driven to succeed.
Ruth and Fred eventually took a six week family holiday in the summer to their own country, but Festus could not go because of the risk of being denied re-entry to the UK, so he remained all alone, next door to us, hiding from immigration. Abla cooked for him and he had dinner with us most evening.
It was during this six week period the incident occurred that changed our lives. I hope you will not judge Abla.
I was swamped at work with huge orders for Asian wedding season and neglected Abla. She in turn being the good wife appeared to take no offence and shared the burden of work and family life.
One afternoon I left the shop to come home and collect some papers. I went into the house and noticed Abla's handbag and it's contents scattered in the hallway. Her Abaya was also on the floor along with a mans jacket and very large shoes. It looked like they had been discarded in a hurry.
I thought we had been burgled. I was baffled as to what was occurring and voices from the lounge made me cautious. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and went to investigate.
As I got closer the voices became clearer. It was Abla talking, but in an urgent and frantic tone. I heard a mans vice, unmistakably Festus, also urgent and frantic. I heard her laugh and him laughing in turn.
The lounge had huge double oak doors that were slightly ajar in the middle. I went up very close and listened. I clearly heard the unmistakable sounds of two people having sex. I heard the sound of flesh on flesh, Abla moaning in ecstasy and Festus grunting aggressively. I pushed the gap in the doors ever so slightly wider by a centimetre. Enough to peek through and got a horrific shock.
Items of clothing were strewn around our large, opulently furnished lounge room. Trousers, shirt, blouse, socks, shorts, hijab. And there sat on the huge cream leather sofa, completely naked was Festus. I could see his fully erect black cock. It was huge. I am about 6 inches. He had to be around 10 inches easily but thick and curved like a cucumber. His balls were like apples, resting on his upper thighs. His coal black, lean, sinewy body in stark contrast to the cream sofa, white walls and white marble floor.
Sat astride him was my beautiful wife Abla. Her pale coffee skin contrasting hugely with the shiny negro spearing her. It was her outfit that shocked me too. She never ever dressed in lingerie or provocatively in all the years we had been together. But here she was in pink stilettos, pink stockings, black suspenders, pink hold ups and frilly pink bra. The stockings had a patterned black seam at the back making her look really really sexy and slutty.
She was heavily made up, wearing her favourite long pearl necklace, a thick gold chain, lots of rings, bangles and huge gold, hooped earrings. She was not wearing her niqab and hair was heavily permed and sprayed. It looked like a black womans hair. She had obviously gone to a lot of effort for this!!
Her pink panties were being held to one side of her hairy, open, glistening pussy by Festus' left hand as he held her other thigh with his right hand. His huge black cock was half buried inside my wifes cunt lips. The bottom half was coated with pussy juice pouring out of her puffy pink sluice.
She leaned down to kiss him passionately before sliding down more onto his hard erect shaft. Eyes rolling she moaned as her pussy engulfed him taking his massive cock more before she slid up, then down again and again. Each push made her moan out louder until he thrust up as she pushed down, and he buried himself in her balls deep. She groaned, a deep and lusty groan and cried out loud almost begging.
"Oh fuck me Festus. Fuck me with your big black cock. Soooo much better than my husband. Fuck me! fuck me please."
Her behaviour was truly slutty and depraved. She had never been like that with me when having sex. But here she was, giving herself to this big cocked negro, like a wild nymphomaniac.
Festus gritted his teeth, snarled and began to fuck my beautiful, sexy wife with a wild passion. He snarled "Yes yes girl. Let me have this pussy. Let me fuck it for you. Yeeessss!" He yelled as his thrusts got faster and faster. It was with some small relief I saw he was wearing a condom!
Abla's long silky black hair swayed and bounced as she moved in time with him, her hips grinding down on him, her hairy pussy lips wet, pink, pouting and spread really wide by his thick cock. She yelled out "Take my titties out baby, please take them out."
Festus expertly flicked her bra off and Abla's huge milky brown tits spilled out. I had enjoyed many hours with those! Now they were indulging our black illegal refugee neighbour!
Abla now spread her legs out really wide and began riding his huge cock fast and hard. Festus held her hips and urged her on. Her huge tits swung up and down as she gritted her teeth and grunted with each push onto him.
He called out to her "You like it baby? You love this?"
"Ooohh Festus I love you. I love your big black cock in my wet hairy pussy baby."
She slowed down and leaned back to kiss him deeply with his cock fully buried inside her hairy pussy.
She moaned "If my husband only knew the wonderful sex you have been giving me these past few months he would go mad."
I heard this and was shocked and enraged. So this was why she was hell bent on getting him UK citizenship. He had been screwing her senseless all the time. The fucking slut, bitch and whore.
He laughed and said "Yes he would. Do you regret it my dear slut"
She laughed and replied "Oh no Festus. This is the most wonderful sex ever. I have always fantasised about fucking black men. No regrets."
