Note: this is a story about a wife who becomes infatuated with a black lodger and allows herself to be seduced by him. Her husband finds himself too excited by the seduction to stop the seduction and resulting fallout. If this subject is not your thing, then please pass the story by and look elsewhere.
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It was totally by chance that we agreed to provide six months accommodation for Matunda, a young black man from western Africa. A friend in our church group had mentioned that they were trying to offer young African men an opportunity to experience 'western culture' between their schooling and higher education. Antonia, my wife was enthused by the idea that we could do something to help as she put it 'disadvantaged' young adults from other parts of the world.
And so it was two months later on a spring morning, that we waited at the airport to greet our new house guest. I must admit that as we waited I did have mixed feelings. We had been married six years and had grown used to our own space in the house. Also we had just started to talk about having kids, (at 29 years old neither of us was getting any younger), and I knew the presence of a stranger in the house might inhibit our love making.
None of this appeared to have bothered my wife however and as I gazed at her 5ft 6inch frame, with lovely flowing brunette hair, I realised how beautiful she looked that morning dressed in a floral cotton dress with bare legs and strappy sandals that showed her sexy feet to best effect. She didn't seem to have a care I the world as she embarked on the next phase of our married life, one that would see us looking after a stranger from another culture.
My musings were interrupted by Antonia's voice. "David, I think this is him." I looked up and saw this tall lean black man approaching the sign that my wife was holding aloft.
When he reached us he beamed and said "you must be Mr and Mrs Richardson? I am Matunda and I am very pleased to meet you." As he said this I noticed that his eyes never left Antonia and I could see him drinking in her beauty. I couldn't really blame him however, since my wife often had that effect on other men. I noticed that Matunda was that very dark black colour that some but not all African men have.
"We are pleased to meet you Matunda" replied my wife, "this is my husband David and I am Antonia and you are very welcome."
"Thank you Antonia, I am very pleased and honoured to have this opportunity and I am looking forward to learning as much as I can from you." As he said this I again noticed Matunda drinking in my wife's beauty and I also noticed that he hadn't let go or her hand as he spoke.
"OK, David help with the bags and we can get moving." Wrestling with the various cases that were arrayed before us I grabbed a baggage cart and then turned to see my wife leading Matunda off toward the parking area. Hmm I thought that didn't take long for her to get friendly with a complete stranger!
A couple of hours later saw us home and Antonia fussed around our new lodger, showing him the house, his bedroom and then checking he had everything. By then the sun was out and it was warm enough for us to be outside and around our pool. We grabbed a coffee and headed out relaxing in the heat of the early summer sun. Antonia said "well he seems like a nice young man, well-spoken and quite knowledgeable, what do you think David?"
"And handsome as well, you left that off your list of his attributes!"
"What, I er, well yes I suppose he is handsome, I didn't know what to expect as I haven't met any African men before."
We sat chatting for a while and then realised that Matunda hadn't reappeared since being shown to his room. "I hope he is alright" Antonia said, "perhaps I should go and see if he needs anything." Before I had a chance to reply, she had darted into the house. I settled back to reading and a few minutes my wife reappeared looking slightly flushed.
"What's up" I enquired.
"Well, he, I er mean Matunda, was er, well he wasn't sure what to wear when he came out to join us. Seems that in Africa, where he comes from, they don't wear very much outside in the heat, and well I didn't know what to say!"
"What happened then" I asked.
"Well he was standing nearly naked with his clothes all around him, looking confused. In the end I told him that a pair of swim trunks would be appropriate. Anyway I think that put his mind at rest."
In my mind I could just imagine him striding round the plains of Africa in a loin cloth with the sun beating down on his black body. I imagined he was probably quite athletic. My musings were interrupted by the sight of Matunda walking out onto the deck dressed in a pair of brightly coloured swim trunks. One thing was sure he was well built, about six four, about 220pounds and a ripped body. He had muscles on muscles and not an ounce of fat to be seen. He looked slightly awkward as he approached us and as I looked sideways at my wife I could tell she was very impressed by our guest's physique. Her mouth was gaping as she looked him up and down and then perhaps realising that she had been staring a shade too long, patted the seat next to hers and invited him to sit.
Matunda sat down and we made small talk for an hour or so, learning all about him and his family. It turned out he was the son of his tribe's leader and was essentially nobility in his part of his country. He had several sisters but was an only son and as such his parents had leapt at the opportunity for him to come to the west and become educated. This gap year was to help him learn more about western customs. He was certainly charming and every time he smiled I noticed the contrast between his gleaming white teeth and his coal black skin.
My wife suddenly noticed that it was lunch time and went in to fix some food. I continued to chat to Matunda and learnt that he didn't have a girlfriend back home and he pretty much intimated that he had never been with a woman which I was surprised about. Our chat was interrupted by Antonia calling us to come over to the table for lunch and when I turned to respond I noticed that she had changed into a bikini and one of her more daring ones as well. It was essentially a thong bikini that she only normally wore when we were alone around the pool. She had said before that she felt naked when wearing it in front of strangers and yet here she was wearing it with a man we had only just met! Was she deliberately displaying her charms for Matunda I wondered?
Her semi naked form was not lost on our guest. Once he had looked at my wife he couldn't take his eyes from her. As we ate lunch he kept staring at her and when I discretely looked I could see that he had a large lump in his swim shorts that he was trying to cover with his arms! Well well I thought, my wife is turning him on. I couldn't blame him however, as she does have the most fantastic body and for a young man with raging hormones I could only imagine what he was thinking. I made a mental note however to tell Antonia not to wear such provocative swim wear in future, unless she wanted out guest to get the wrong idea!
Following an enjoyable lunch and more small talk, during which Antonia was also amazed to learn that Matunda didn't have a girlfriend, he asked if he could use the pool. We told him of course and he wasted no time in jumping in and swimming up and down. I noticed that my wife followed his every movement and was suitably impressed by his athletic prowess. "Aren't you coming in?" asked Matunda. I wasn't sure who he was asking, but I noticed my wife rise from her lounger and walk to the pool edge.
Matunda stopped swimming and held on to the edge as he gazed up at the long legs of my wife and I could see his eyes looking further up to where her minute bikini barely covered her sex. Grabbing the rail to the pool steps, Antonia slowly descended into the pool and all the while Matunda unashamedly kept his eyes fixed on her lithe body. Once in the pool my wife kicked off from the side and slowly swam around using her graceful butterfly stroked compared to Matunda's more athletic crawl.
As I sat on my lounger, I tried to pretend that I wasn't really watching the pair of them, but in reality I witnessed every gaze and glimpse as they splashed around the pool. Eventually Antonia decided she had had enough and climbed out. Matunda again kept his eyes fixed on her legs and ass as she climbed out and I realised that her thong costume had disappeared up the cleft of her toned pert bum and that this stranger was getting a view of her naked ass!
Once my wife had settled into the lounger, Matunda climbed out and I watched in fascination as his wet swim trunks clung to an obscenely large bulge that he did nothing to disguise. Fortunately Antonia was lying face down and missed this spectacle. "I am going to my room for a rest now" said Matunda and so saying he headed off. Antonia half turned her head and realising that he had gone sat up.
"Well what do you think of him?" asked my wife.
"He seems a nice young man" I replied, "quite naïve in some ways but quite, um well quite well developed in others". My last comment was directed at his obvious great physique.
"Yes", replied Antonia, "I know what you mean. He is not very worldly wise, but he is certainly all man!"
"Did you know you were teasing him, wearing that thong bikini?"
"What, I er no, I mean really, oh no do you think he got the wrong idea?"
