Out of Afria

Out of Afrika -- A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B with later chapters added by Wunderboi. The continuing saga of the growth of Rhino Industries and their impact on the sexual lives of the good people of Hawksville, a small town on the Eastern Seabord.

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Ian was not at all happy.

For the past year ever since Simone had taken the job with Rhino his life seemed to have been going steadily downhill and now she had informed him, no, told him, that they were going out for the evening to a dinner party at the Baldwin's.

For crying out loud,

Friday night was Football night and if there was something he looked forward to each week it was to sit in front of the TV with a beer and enjoy the time-outs and intervals when the high school Cheerleaders came out to encourage the spectators with their antics. He was ambivalent about the football but the sight of those young girls, well, that was something else.

He stepped out of the shower and stood to one side as Simone took his place. As he towelled himself he took furtive glances of the shower cascading over her and mused that it had been some time since he enjoyed her body. She just never seemed to be in the mood these days and any advances that he had attempted were usually rebuffed with some excuse or other.

Not that her seeming lack of libido affected her ability to dress as a temptress, he thought, for he was always curious as to why she took so much trouble to attire herself the way she did in such provocative outfits. He stored the image of her nakedness in the shower to be used in a fantasy later when he would relieve himself with yet another leisurely masturbation.

His musings were interrupted when she said, "You really ought to do something about all that body hair. It is such a turn-off and, anyway, it's unhealthy. I think you ought to shave it off; it would make you look so much nicer."

"Where the hell did that come from?" he thought as he looked at her damp back as she sat down at the vanity. Their eyes met in the mirror and once again he recognized in her expression that what she said wasn't so much of a suggestion; it was an order.

The dress code for the evening was 'smart casual' whatever the hell that was supposed to mean, thought Ian. To him, Janice Baldwin was such a snob and it was typical of her to be laying down rules. Once again he mentally sympathized with Herbert, her poor husband, who must live a life of purgatory having to comply with the way she treated him; always at her beck and call, more a servant than a husband.

"You'll do," said Simone as she inspected him and the outfit he had pulled on. He was wearing tan Chinos and a light blue dress shirt; she, needless to say, was quite another matter with her wrap-around dark blue chiffon dress with the silky long puffy sleeves, high heeled pumps on her nylon clad legs.

She clipped a black velvet choker around her neck, looked at herself in the mirror, primped her hair and satisfied with her appearance said, "Right, come on, let's go or we'll be late."

They went down the stairs with Simone continuing the one-sided conversation or, as Ian regarded it, an on-going list of instructions. "Make sure you take your phone; be nice to Janice; try and make an effort with Herb, he is a good man, and, make sure you are polite to Mr Haasbroek. He is quite important to us, don't you know?"

Ian sighed and rolled his eyes. He picked up his phone from the hall table and gave a wave to Chloe who was lolling on the sofa watching TV.

Simone called as they went out of the door, "Chloe, we're off. Be good,"

"Bye Mum, have fun," she called back and with a smile turned her attention back to Megan who had come over to keep her company and to have a sleep-over.

It was only a short drive to Baldwin's home, a single storey sprawling 4 bedroom house set in a wooded part of town. It had been a new build and was very modern with every facility and convenience to aid living the 'good life'. They had a large backyard pool which was completely private given the trees and shrubs all around that gave total seclusion from prying eyes. The furnishing inside the house was second to none and no expense had been spared to the extent that. Ian always felt a sense of inadequacy whenever they had previously visited. Tonight was to be no different he surmised.

They parked up in front of the 3-car garage and even before they had got out of the car Janice was standing at the open front door waiting to greet them. She was similarly dressed to Simone with a short cocktail dress that showed off her feminine assets to great advantage thought Ian as he glanced down at her cleavage.

"Hi, great to see you both; come on in," she said. "The others should be here shortly but we can get started with a drink. Come on in."

They entered the entrance hall and Janice took Simone's wrap and put it over the back of a chair before leading them into the open-plan living room. Through an archway, Ian saw that in the dining area the table had been set in fine style with porcelain plates and dishes, crystal wine glasses and what appeared to be gilt cutlery. In the centre of the table was a beautiful floral arrangement. From the integrated but unseen sound system, the muted strains of a Bach violin concerto could be heard.

Simone gasped admiration, "Oh Janice that looks wonderful. You made it look so nice."

"I got Herb to do it all," she whispered as she gave a gracious tilt of her head. She took Simone's arm and led her to the sofa. Then she called out, "Herb, our guests are here, we need drinks."

Ian grudgingly admitted to himself that the table did indeed look grand but before he could add his praise he looked beyond and saw Herbert in the kitchen who didn't look quite as grand with a frilly apron tied around his portly waist. He gave a wave, "Hi Herb, how are you doing?"

Herb, the bald head glistening with perspiration, came scuttling out wiping his hands on a towel, "Hi Ian, nice to see you again. It's been a long time," he said as he shook with a limp handshake. "What can I get you?"

Before he could answer Janice interjected, "We'll have a couple of Martinis in here."

Herb turned on his heel and with Ian in tow went back to the kitchen to prepare the drink order. "What about you Ian, a beer?"

"Beer will do fine," he said as he watched Herb wrestle with bottles, glasses and the ice bucket. In quick time the Martinis were prepared and in even quicker time Herb scampered to the sitting room to serve the girls seated on the sofa. Ian shook his head at the display of servitude.

The doorbell rang. "Herb, get that will you?" said Janice curtly. No surprises when Herb opened the door to see the expected trio of Black faces, Oskar, Jacob and Janice's boss, Zaire. They were all dressed in the same 'uniform' of Dark Chinos and white Dress shirts; they looked very formidable.

"Welcome, please come in, good to see you," said Herb as he stepped aside to let them in. They each gave him a cursory nod of the head as he held the door open and they passed him by to walk straight to Janice who had stood up to greet them in an altogether more passionate manner. One after the other they wrapped their arms around her and gave her a lingering kiss that said more than hello, thought Ian. They then repeated the greeting with Simone who seemingly enjoyed the welcome gesture just as much as Janice. They then sat themselves down on the plush leather armchairs with Jacob taking centre stage sitting between Janice and Simone on the sofa. He settled in his seat and put his arms across the back of the sofa and with no hesitation they both moved closer to him.

Herb stood mutely awaiting orders, so Ian thought, and they were not long coming. "Drinks Herb, come on, get a move on; can't keep our guests waiting."

Ian found a hard-backed chair and sat himself down to one side of the room behind the sofa whilst Herb did as he was bidden and got drinks for the large black men who now seemed to have occupied and dominated the sitting room. The girls seemed to be in the thrall of their companions and as the conversation began to gather pace Ian felt himself becoming more and more isolated as his presence was hardly acknowledged by any of them. The fact that he was missing his usual Friday night pleasures and Cheerleader fantasies made it even more galling. However, as a jazz fan, he did notice that the Bach concerto had been substituted by the more strident tones of Hugh Masakela, the South African Trumpeter. How had that happened; nobody seemed to have made a move to make the selection.

Herb came and sat alongside him on an equally uncomfortable chair and attempted to make conversation but Ian rapidly concluded they didn't have much in common (certainly Herb was found to be lacking as far as the topic of Jazz was concerned) and their talk lapsed into silence as they strained to catch what was being said in the 'expensive seats'. He gazed at the back of their heads and wasn't completely certain but from his viewpoint it seemed as if Simone and Janice as they leaned across Jacob were both, for reasons not understood, paying attention to his groin; surely not, he thought.

Oskar and Zaire had no such confusion as they took in the sight of Jacob having his cock being rubbed through his trousers by the ladies sitting either side of him. As they tapped their feet to the pulsing beat of the music (which they had changed by tapping a few commands on their phones) they were both chuckling at the effrontery of the girl's behaviour. They knew it wasn't only a consequence of what Jacob had whispered to them when they had sat down but more being triggered by signals being emitted by their phones which was having the desired effect.

Janice tore herself away from massaging Jacob's cock and turned her head. "Herb, I think we are ready to eat."

Herb, with no hesitation, stood up and waited for their guests to follow his example so that with Jacob leading he could show the way to the table. Simone and Janice had extra assistance when Oskar and Zaire took it upon themselves to hold their arms. As they passed by Herb and Ian Janice gave her husband a slight smile which spoke volumes.

There were six places laid at the table. Simone queried the number to which Janice replied, "Oh Herb is going to be far too busy looking after us all so he said he wouldn't be sitting with us but rather would just have a bite in between servings."

Ian raised an eyebrow thinking that this was a prime example of how she treated her husband in such an offhand matter and how it wouldn't be allowed in his house. His confidence took a jolt when Simone said, "Oh, he doesn't have to do it all on his own; Ian will help out, won't you Honey?"

And so it proved. For the next couple of hours, Ian found himself walking back and forth to the kitchen to collect dishes, clearing plates, serving wines and generally acting as a waiter to the three black guests-of-honour and 'their' ladies whilst Herb remained mostly in the kitchen. From time-to-time, he was able to take his place at the table but usually, he was only able to have a hastily grabbed forkful of food before Janice was issuing another command for something to be provided. Certainly, he had no chance of joining in any meaningful conversation such as the frequency of him having to take yet another trip. Whilst he was vaguely conscious of the ridiculousness of his situation, strangely he felt no resentment of being treated so, indeed, he almost felt a sense of it being his duty to help out and to be deferential to the company. What he wasn't aware of is that the phone in his pocket was dictating that's exactly what he was there for.

The delicious meal came to an end with Ian being 'requested' to serve them all a fine cognac from a cut-glass decanter into equally expensive crystal Brandy Goblets. Simone nodded as Janice dismissed him with a 'suggestion' that he might like to join Herb with cleaning up in the kitchen. "We'll take our drinks out to the patio and enjoy the warm evening out by the swimming pool."

He made no protest as they wandered out through the patio doors and he turned and set to the task of clearing the table. He carried the detritus to the kitchen where Herb was busying himself at the sink looking slightly ridiculous still wearing his frilly apron and rubber gloves.

Ian did not comment for he had now fully accepted his role. He picked up a drying cloth and as Herb washed dishes he in turn dried and stacked the clean crockery and cutlery. As they stood side by side he felt a sense of empathy overcome him as if Herb was suddenly his best friend to be confided in. He certainly felt sympathetic toward him and vowed that he would no longer be so antagonistic. He decided to indulge in small talk.

"Herb, I've often wondered about your baldness. Do you mind me asking; is it hereditary or maybe a touch of alopecia?" he said delicately.

"Bless you, no," Herb replied in the soft almost lisping voice of his. "I shave my head daily. Janice likes me without hair." He dropped his voice even lower, "Actually it's not only my head; she's made me shave everywhere. She says she thinks that body hair is a bit gross so I have taken it all off."

He slipped the plate he was washing back into the foamy water and with his rubber gloves, he pulled at the buttons and opened his shirt to expose a perfectly smooth chest. "I know what you must be thinking and, yes, I'm perfectly smooth down there as well. Let's get finished here and maybe I'll show you."

Ian was slightly taken aback but was also a little intrigued at the thought of being invited to look at another man's private area. He just nodded his head as he realized that the topic of his body hair must have been discussed between Simone and Janice. "Where else would his wife have got the idea?" he thought as for the next 15 minutes concentrated on reducing the pile of draining dishes.

Job did and Herb finally took off his apron. "OK, all's good. I don't think 'she-who-must-be-obeyed' will find anything to criticize here," he said as an attempt of making a joke. "Let's go through and join them outside." Ian was not sure if it was a joke that was being made but after hanging his towel he followed Herb through the house to the open patio doors. The sight that greeted him made his jaw drop. Seated and laying on the poolside loungers were Jacob, Oskar and Zaire, all naked with Simone and Janice both reduced to their underwear sitting alongside.

Jacob looked up to see them standing at the open door and smiled. He reached over to his discarded trousers lying on the bed and seconds later Ian felt the phone in his pocket give a distinct throb and, suddenly, the scene before him didn't appear quite as unusual as he first thought. Indeed, it seemed perfectly reasonable that his wife should be sharing a sun lounger with a black man who was laying there with an impressive erection. Janice was likewise keeping company with one of the others -- Ian couldn't quite make out exactly who, given his vision had suddenly become slightly clouded -- but it didn't matter. What was important was that their ladies were fulfilling their duty of being perfect companions to these superior black men.

Ian turned to look at Herb who was quietly standing alongside. They exchanged glances which didn't convey anything other than a quiet acceptance of they weren't required to participate or join the company lolling by the poolside.

"Oh, there you are at last," said Janice looking over at the pair of them waving her empty glass. "About time too; we need top-ups."

Herb scuttled over to her to take her glass and get orders from the others as to what they would like to drink. He seemed oblivious to his situation of meandering amongst three naked Black men, all of whom were displaying their very aroused massive penises whilst his wife and her best friend were sitting clad in little more than their bra and panties. Indeed, his only display of emotion was to be apologetic that they had had to wait so long.

Ian stepped aside as Herb returned to the kitchen and Simone, who was sitting on the lounger with Oskar, glanced his way seeing but not seeing him he thought. She returned her attention to her Black companion and leaning over him gave him a hard kiss on the lips. Oskar responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer gave her a firm embrace so that her breasts were pressed against his bare chest. Ian thought how nice the contrast between their skin colour appeared and was even more gratified when he saw Oskar's hands locate the clasp of her bra and with practised ease flip the fastening apart. He released his hold on her and pushed her away. "Oh, how lovely," Ian thought as she saw her exposed tits. Oskar was having similar thoughts as he reached and began to caress and fondle her breasts. Once again she looked his way but this time with more focus for she smiled, pouted then blew him a kiss.

The effect on Ian was instant for as he looked upon the surreal scene of his wife being attended to in such a blatantly sexual way his cock had swollen within his restricting clothing. He reached down to ease the discomfort but hesitated for in the confused state he wasn't sure how he should be reacting to what she was doing. She held his gaze for a few moments and then gave him a nod of approval; he, with silent gratitude, he eagerly unzipped his fly.

Herb returned and carefully stepping between the loungers and chairs set about distributing the laden tray of drinks. He was seemingly heedless to the reality of the three muscular Black men attending to his wife and her friend; to him, it was quite a normal situation. He returned to Ian's side once he was satisfied that everyone had been served.

Ian had his trousers open and was softly stroking his pleasingly stiff cock. Not anywhere as impressive as the Black cocks he was gazing upon but as the 'owners' were not paying the slightest bit of attention to him he didn't feel discouraged. Herb quietly returned to stand alongside him and they both stood and watched as events began to unfold before them.

Simone had returned her attention to Oskar and whilst he continued to play with the stiff nipples on her hanging tits she had reached down to take his stiff veiny Black cock in her white hand. Janice was similarly occupied she was allowing Zaire to take all manner of liberties with her as she lay back on the cushion of the lounger. He had one hand down in her panties whilst the other was helping her to stroke his impressive erection. Jacob got up from his chair and moved to stand over her and with no hesitation, she turned her head, opened her lips and let him slide the bulbous knob into her wet warm mouth.

Ian was very satisfied at what he was seeing; even better than his Cheerleader fantasies he thought as he continued to gently stroke himself. He turned his head to see Herb looking at him with a foolish smile on his face as he undid his belt to allow his trousers to fall to his ankles exposing his boxer shorts. Ian noted that just as Herb had indicated there was not a hint of hair to be seen on his flabby chest or the slack stomach that concealed any hint of a waistline. He was intrigued as to why if he was so stimulated by the raunchy scene before them that there was no sign of excitement beneath the boxer shorts. He got his answer when Herb put his thumbs in the waistband and hastily pulled them down to expose not only a baby smooth hairless groin but a cock that was contained within a plastic cage. Ian was stunned, he had heard of such things but never thought that he would ever be confronted by somebody wearing one.

Herb was oblivious to Ian's reaction as he leaned against the door jamb; he was completely focused on the action taking place in front of them on the patio. He lowered his hand and unable to touch his retrained cock he began to fondle the smooth swollen balls that hung beneath. Ian tore his eyes away from the fascinating contraption and likewise returned his gaze to the scene outside.