Miranda Harkens smoothed her black knee length skirt down, was it a little tight? She had an appointment with Amanda for drinks and she was keen to make a good impression. They were going to some smart hotel Amanda knew for lunchtime cocktails, the decadence of it all, the expat wives lifestyle was one that Miranda could get used to quickly. She was secretly a bit excited about the meeting as it was the first time she'd had a chance to catch up with her neighbour and ask her about the passionate lovemaking she had inadvertently listened in on the other night. Initially she was a bit worried about broaching the subject but it was 2010 and they were both fully grown women, what harm could it do?
A polite but insistent knocking at the bedroom door snapped her out of her reverie, she still hadn't chosen a blouse and was just in her skirt and bra. It must be Joseph, the last thing she wanted was for him to see her in her underwear, she smiled to herself, no man other than Robert had ever seen her in such a state. The thought of her domestic seeing her in a lacy white bra through which her nipples were clearly visible made her stomach tighten in a way she couldn't satisfactorily explain.
"Joseph hang on I'm not decent."
She blushed, flustered now as she realised what she was saying, she had grown increasingly accustomed to having a man in her house during the daytime, a black man at that but some situations still threw her. She felt her cheeks flush anew and a flood of warmth between her legs at the thought of Joseph bursting into the room and taking her on the floor like a wild animal.
"Mrs Peterson is here Mrs Harkens."
Already, was she early or am I late? Miranda willed herself to calm down, she was feeling increasingly horny and wondered if the heat was something to do with it, her mind was wandering.
"Please make her comfortable Joseph I'm just deciding what to wear."
Miranda blushed further, too much information, the colour tingeing the skin of her neck and chest slightly only serving to add to her flustered and aroused appearance. Joseph grinned to himself behind the closed door, he would be only too happy to make Mrs Peterson comfortable.
"Take as long as you like, Ill keep your guest company."
Amanda Peterson admired herself in the mirror in the hallway as she waited patiently for Miranda to get ready. At five foot three she was small but perfectly formed, as she often joked. She could best be described as shapely having large breasts and womanly thighs all squeezed into a fetching summer dress, her hair was brown and tied back into a ponytail that swished along behind her.
Back in England she had often been teased for her fuller figure and had gone out of her way to hide it away in baggy sweaters and loose skirts. She had quickly discovered that in Africa things were wildly different. Within minutes of arriving in the airport she had been aware of the eyes on her, she noticed heads moving as she walked past, eyes on her breasts not even bothering to look away as she caught them ogling. The porter in charge of her luggage had made no effort to conceal his obvious fascination with her fulsome figure a fact that had aroused her beyond belief, he was so blatant not at all worried she might be offended, how refreshing. Amanda had generously tipped him for putting all her luggage in the taxi and then stood stock still, amazed at his cheek and aroused beyond belief as he had cupped her breasts in his hands lovingly kneading them and tweaking her engorged nipples, in broad daylight grinning all the while. It had been almost too much for her, her knees weak under her, then as soon as he had started he was gone again leaving her on the verge of a massive orgasm.
She had slumped into the waiting taxi only to be immediately aware of the driver staring at her breasts as they heaved inside her dress, beads of perspiration slowly, maddeningly trickling down her cleavage. She hadn't raised any objection as he slipped his hand under her dress and into her sopping panty covered cunt, she had orgasmed three times by the time they approached her new house. James, Amanda's husband, had met her as the taxi pulled into the driveway he had noticed his wife looking particularly flushed, with a strange look in her eye and had thought nothing of it at the time. It was a look that would become all too apparent to him as his wife discovered her latent sexuality.
Soon after that Amanda had succumbed to the attentions of the domestic and then the gardeners, who quickly recognised her new found needs, all of them revelling in her full figure. At first James had been thrilled at the sudden change in his wife, every day when he got back from work she was on her knees with his cock in her mouth within minutes, before literally dragging him into the bedroom. Initially he had put the change in his wife down to their new surroundings but as time had gone on he had become suspicious of her new found sexuality and found himself increasingly unable to satisfy his insatiable wife. Not long after this realisation he had returned home from work early one day only to discover his beloved wife, respectable church goer and member of the parents committee being rigorously fucked by one of the gardeners in the hallway of their house.
James was stunned, speechless, as his eyes had met those of his wife he had seen the look that she had the first day she arrived and then he knew, he knew that her recently discovered lust was caused by the attention his wife was receiving not from her husband but from complete strangers, black strangers. Amanda's makeup was smeared, mascara running down her cheeks to her saliva soaked mouth. She was on her hands and knees facing the door, dress bunched around her waist knickers cast aside on the floor. Behind her the gardener, Choko, was thrusting away, making her gasp with each push, not missing a beat at the unexpected arrival of the master of the house. James had just stood there mouth agape cock throbbing as his prim and proper English wife writhed on the floor like a bitch in heat. All the while Choko just grinned at his master as he ploughed into his wife, his arrogant look cowing James immediately, the hierarchy had changed from that day, Choko knew he was now the real Master of the house despite all outward appearances.
The next few months had been a whirlwind, the gardeners used Amanda whenever they wanted to during the day, James returned from work to often find his wife asleep on the sofa exhausted after the days activities, her underwear in tatters, her skin covered in bite's and cum, a smile plastered across her sleeping face. His work had started to suffer, he found himself spending more and more time obsessing on what his wife was up to during the day and less time concentrating on his work. He felt somehow uninvolved and decided to take charge as best he could. By now Amanda was hopelessly addicted to the rough fucking that she was experiencing giving it up was out of the question for her, James for his part wanted to watch, to share the experience with her as best he could, he felt that somehow it might make them closer.
James had started returning to the house for lunch, tentatively at first, he would often stand in the garden amongst the flowerbeds watching on through the bedroom window as Amanda was serviced on their marital bed. His cock throbbing despite the hurt of the humiliation as he watched her behaving like a complete whore for her various lovers. Before long he began feeling unsatisfied with his voyeurism, he wanted more, to be near his wife, experience her passion albeit second hand. By that time they had settled into an uneasy agreement the subject of her activities was not discussed, just accepted as part of their new lives. The frank exchange that followed led to a new phase in their lives a chance for both of them to participate in Amanda's sexual awakening.
Within a week James had witnessed first hand the power the domestics had over his wife. The first time he had watched Amanda being set upon by Choko he had realised that she was little more than a plaything for him, another white wife submissive to his needs and those of his friends. Amanda had eagerly performed all manner of deeply humiliating acts in front of her husband showing him a side of her he had dared not even believe existed. His cock throbbed continually but he was too scared to touch it or play with it in case he was mocked by domestics for its relatively small size. However James soon learnt that if he wanted to watch he had better get used to the idea that he would have to get involved.
It had been Choko who had suggested that James warm his wife up before watching her get fucked, he had been roughly pushed between his wife's outstretched legs and told to get her nice and wet for her black lover. The black gardener had made James ask him to fuck his wife, to tell him how small his pathetic white cock was and how he needed his wife looked after by a proper man. James had gone along with it all as he knew he had no choice. As time had gone on though the other domestics, pushed on no doubt by Choko had started to realise that James was just another submissive white wimp desperate to have real men fucking his wife. Once this realisation had been made it didn't take long for things to turn for the worse for the broken husband.
Amanda awoke from her reverie, she had been deliberately early knowing full well that Joseph was about, now was not the time for daydreams, however erotic! Joseph had told her to take the new girl out for drinks, she wouldn't tell her new friend what else he wanted her to experience on their little trip out but she would find out soon enough. Amanda knew roughly what he had planned, she had been through a similar experience herself when she was new too, she tingled at the thought and hoped that she might get a little action today as well.
