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.