I never believed in that supernatural mumbo jumbo, but now every time I look at my wife Clara I have to believe. It started last year when Clara asked me if we could pick up from the airport her friend Joanne who had just come back from overseas with her new husband Jamma. Clara warned me that he was bit unusual but I said it would be no problem; after all I had dealt with my in-laws all these years. In response my wife gave me a playful smack on the behind.
Despite what I said I really wasn't ready for what I saw, Clara was the homemaker sort like you see in those old sit-coms. Joanne was one of those girls who had just missed the sixties, hence her going overseas to help out in some poor village. But that did nothing to prepare me for Jamma. He was black, well over six foot tall, closer to seven I'd say and was bald with tattoos all over his face, and as I'd later learn all over the rest of his body. He just stood there then and laughed as he saw my shock while he lifted all their luggage by himself. This was a job that would normal take two sky caps but he carried it all to the car without breaking a sweat.
Over dinner, despite myself, I came to like the guy, he had an odd sense of humor that was catchy. Since they had arrived a day earlier than they thought they would the painters were still painting their house, so we had them stay in the guest bedroom. I was tired and soon fell fast asleep.
When you've been married a long time you can sense when your partner is out of the bed even for a moment. Well, I noticed Clara was gone, but I thought she had just gone to pee. I went back to sleep but when she did not come back in an hour I decided to get up and see if she was okay.
As I passed the guest room I noticed the door was ajar and an odd noise was coming from within it. I cracked the door some more and what I saw made my blood turn into ice-water in my veins. There was Clara, in her nightgown on her knees before Jamma sucking his giant black cock, the thing was as thick as my wrist and as dark as night. It must have been a foot long if it was an inch.
Clara was sucking on it rhythmically like a robot. Then I noticed Joanne was between her legs licking her pussy. Neither woman seemed to notice my presence. Suddenly I felt like I could not move. Without a wind the door blew open by itself, or did it? All the time Jamma laughed.
"In my country like in yours, what is that saying? What is mine is yours. I thank you, now please watch. Sit down," he said. Against my own will I walked towards the chair in the corner of the room and sat in it. I could feel but I could not control my movements.
"My manna must be recharged now my all too kind host!" I watched as Clara got up, Joanne helped her off with her nightgown so that all she had on were her pearls. I wanted to cry out but I could not I could only watch as Joanne held his massive pole straight up and my wife started to squat down on it.
