Wives Are Blacked On African Safari

This story is a real life adventure. Everything in this story happened to us on our amazing safari adventure to Africa. The tribe mentioned in this story is real, and other tribes similar to them exist in many locations in Africa.

When the thrill of adventure calls it is sometimes difficult to resist. Such was the case with my loving mature wife Donna and our group of adventure loving friends.

My wife and I are good friends with three other couples. We are all in our mid 40's and do a lot of traveling together. We have literally taken every type of trip you can imagine including ski trips, Caribbean cruises and Caribbean resorts, wine country tours and also multiple trips to Europe and Asia.

One evening we all got together to brainstorm about our next travel adventure that would be totally unique from anything we had done before. After much discussion we all finally agreed that an African safari would be a thrilling new experience that all of us would enjoy.

All four wives were especially enthusiastic about the African safari idea. All of us husbands had our suspicions why the women were so excited about an African adventure. We would eventually find out that our suspicions were true and we were going to help our loving wives indulge themselves in their desires.

All four of our wives would be considered high maintenance trophy wives. All in their mid forties with no children. They all get a lot of attention from strangers wherever we go and men are constantly hitting on them. I don't blame them. My wife's pussy is like morning sunshine.

Our wives are a diverse group of mature pussy. My wife Donna is white, Kasandra is black, Sara is Chinese, and Jasmine is a very sexy mature woman from India. All of us husbands have suggested to them that we would like to wife swap but they won't go for it. They feel it might hurt our relationships as friends. That is okay because all of us husbands have taken video of us fucking our own wives that we share with each other.

Quite honestly, they are the kind of women most other women love to hate and most men would love to fuck. Self absorbed, snobby bitches that people would not be sorry to see bad things happen to, including us husbands. We were going to make sure the wives would have a very fulfilling safari adventure.

We all have suspicions about our wives. The wives workout together almost every day at a very exclusive health club and are very well know at the club for enjoying the company of young, athletic black personal trainers.

All of us husbands suspect that our wives were not only working out with their black personal trainers, but also getting some black cock on the side. The safari trip peaked our interest. We had plans for our diverse group of mature milf trophy wives to experience big black cock at epic proportions like never before.

We all had dinner together with my wife's travel agent friend to discuss the trip. We decided to spend 5 nights at an upscale safari theme resort with day trips out into the bush to experience the wildlife in their natural environment, and to also interact with some local African tribes.

Our travel agent also added, "Some of the tribes are very primitive and have an extraordinary interest in mature American women. They almost elevate mature American women to goddess like status."

She also alarmed us with the comment, " Ladies, I would suggest that you dress very modestly because African tribesmen have very high sex drives and can be aroused very easily and can be somewhat unpredictable. They are accustomed to fucking anything they want, and that includes tourists so be careful." We all looked at each other and laughed. We had no idea what we were getting into but we were all anxious to find out.

When we arrived at the resort we were greeted by the entire staff. Our concierge Kawai was a very personable local native and had great knowledge of the area including the wildlife and the local tribes. The entire resort staff were all black men from local tribes. Apparently the staff was well known for having sex with a lot of tourist women. They were not shy about staring at our wives and looking them over as potential sex toys.

Kawai gave us a full tour of the resort including some local tribal history. I noticed Kawai could not take his eyes off of our four distinctly unique wives. He seemed to pay particular interest in my wife Donna.

Donna is a very striking mature woman with long fluffy bleached blonde hair and very large bouncing breasts. She truly looks, behaves, and dresses like a high priced hooker. I love it. Donna has always had a rape fantasy that I help her to fulfill. I have occasionally set her up with strangers who are willing to pay a high price to let me watch and video tape them rough fucking Donna to fulfill her fantasy.

I think that Kawai immediately sensed that Donna was kinky. Kawai was not shy about staring at Donna's mature tits with the outline of her nipples slightly showing through her sweat soaked sheer white safari blouse.

Kawai pulled me aside from the rest of our group and asked me, "My friend, are you and your wife an American swinging couple?"

"I said no, but why do you ask?"

He replied, "My friend, we host many swinging couples on our safari adventures. My people possess very powerful African aphrodisiacs that we share with white American couples that want to experience a full African adventure. Our aphrodisiacs create uncontrollable lust with tourist women but also eliminate any memory of their lustful experiences."

He then went on to say, "Many of your American women become filled with lust and desire on our adventures and they enjoy experiencing the thrill of big black African cock with their husbands consent while they are so far from home."

He then made a proposal. "My friend, you and your wife would enjoy our aphrodisiac. I feel powerful lust and desire when I look at your wife. I want to give her the full African experience. I would like you to share your beautiful wife with me." He then just stared at me waiting for my response.

I was stunned yet impressed by his direct approach and at the same time totally interested and intrigued by his offer. He was basically looking me straight in the eye saying he wants to have a threesome with me and my white mature wife Donna and ravage her with his big black cock.

As I mentioned before I had strong suspicions that Donna had already experienced black cock with some of her personal trainers. I said, "Kawai, I am intrigued by your proposal. Let me give it some thought." He smiled and said, "Thank you my friend. You, and your wife, will not be sorry."

As we continued our tour Kawai commented, "I have never seen such a variety of lovely tourist women. They would fetch a very high price in the bush." He then laughed a thunderous, almost sinister laugh. We all looked at each other with curiosity not quite knowing what he meant. We all let out a nervous laugh.

The resort was well protected, almost as if it was a compound to keep out not only the wild animals but also the local tribes that have been known to loot and pillage and rape many of the women tourists if given the chance.

Some tourist women have even been abducted and taken back to a tribal village for all the male tribesmen for sex as an offering to their gods. The resort was definitely a safe haven in a hostile environment.

The first couple days of safari day trips went well. We would typically leave the compound around 8:00 in the morning for our day trips and return around 5:00 before sunset. Kawai advised us that bad things can happen after dark in the bush.

Seeing the wildlife in their natural environment was thrilling. We also visited a couple local tribes and had a chance to interact with them.

Our four wives were generating high interest among the tribes.

News of our exotic group of American mature wives seemed to somehow travel very quickly among the group of tribes in the area. I suspected our friend Kawai had something to do with that.

I had suspicions that Kawai was negotiating with various tribe elders offering sex with our American wives in exchange for aphrodisiacs and local currency. Sacrificial sex with our wives would go to the highest bidder. I kept thinking back to his comment,

"Sir, your women would fetch a high price in the bush." I was starting to question if I could trust our friend Kawai. I felt he was trying to pimp out our American wives for profit.

On our day trips to visit the primitive tribes our wives would typically wear khaki shorts, boots and tight white sheer blouses that really highlighted all of their magnificent figures. Maybe a little too much. Our wives seemed to be ignoring the advice to dress modestly. It was almost as if they were trying to sexually entice the African tribesmen.

The tribe women were also very interested in our mature American wives. They had never seen such a variety of women that looked totally different from them. All of us husbands sensed that something was circulating among the tribes regarding our four vulnerable exotic wives. We were getting nervous.

I pulled Kawai aside and asked him, "My friend, I sense the tribesmen are showing a lot of interest in our wives. Are our wives going to be okay?"

He replied, "Sir, you have paid me handsomely to make this an extraordinary trip for all of you, and to keep you safe. Are you not happy with my services so far?"

I replied, "Yes, we are totally satisfied with our trip so far but we are sensing an elevated sense of sexual energy in the air among the tribes. Is there something going on?"

Kawai assured me that this is totally normal tribal behavior with every tourist group. He said, "Sir, do not be concerned. Tribes always get overly excited seeing people from the outside world, especially seeing American women."

Kawai went on to share some more local customs that for some reason he felt we should be aware of.

"My friend, local tribes consider sex with outside women to be not only a form of honor and sacrifice to their gods but also a means of cleansing their individual souls. It is well known that it is very common for tourist women to be abducted, drugged with aphrodisiacs and used for hours as sacrificial sex for the entire tribe. American women are especially desirable."

He went on to say, "My friend, I have heard that many of the local tribes have expressed an unusually high sexual interest in your four exotic wives. They want to ravage your wives in sexual sacrifice ceremonies to please their gods."

My level of concern for our wives was just elevated. I wasn't sure if I should be proud or scared over the high interest in our wives, but I also have to admit, I was totally aroused.

He went on to say," We have a special day set up for your group tomorrow. You will receive everything you have paid me for. Oh by the way, we will be visiting our most unique tribe in the area."

l asked him, "Kawai what makes this tribe so unique?" He replied that this particular tribe worships and practices manhood enlargement as part of their culture. They are known as the Big Cock Tribe or BCT to other local tribes. Your men, and especially your women, will find it fascinating." I swallowed hard and said, "Okay, sounds interesting."

I then told him, "Kawai, I have considered your offer about Donna. Slip her the aphrodisiac during dinner tonight and stop by our villa for a drink afterwards. I will let her know your are coming over. I want to see if your potion is as good as you say it is. I want to watch you give my wife the full African black cock experience." Kawai smiled.

About halfway through dinner, Donna was getting a little lightheaded and amorous. The aphrodisiac was taking effect. We excused ourselves from the group and went back to our room. I told Kawai that I would get Donna ready for him. Kawai smiled.

As soon as Donna got back to the room she was more than ready to be fucked hard. Apparently Kawai was right about the aphrodisiac. I started deep tongue kissing Donna as I peeled off her short summer dress and let it hit the floor. She was wearing a black lace bra and matching panties. There was a knock on the door. I told Donna to answer it. She did not hesitate. She knew it was Kawai.

Kawai did not waste any time. He put on some traditional African music with a pounding rhythm and told Donna, "Dance for us woman." Donna was under his aphrodisiac control. I was going to let Kawai use my wife like a mature white American tourist fuck toy. I was going to sit back and watch and get video of her full African experience.

Donna was doing a very erotic, seductive dance in front of Kawai wearing only her black lace bra and panties. Kawai grabbed Donna and deep kissed her while grabbing her blonde mane pulling her head back. With his other hand he ripped off her bra and panties and shoved them in his pockets for souvenirs. He had no intention of being gentle with Donna.

He pushed her naked body to the floor took off his shirt. Kawai had a firm and muscular upper body with large biceps and washboard abs that would make any 18 year old high school athlete jealous.

Donna was immediately turned on and started kissing and licking his rock hard abs. I have yet to meet a mature woman that doesn't go crazy over a very firm, rock hard stomach. Donna was no exception. She was already worshiping his black chiseled body under the influence of the aphrodisiac and she had not yet even seen what was hanging between between his legs.

Kawai asked her, "Missy are you ready for some black African cock?"

Donna replied, "Oh god yes."

Kawai told Donna, "White lady, for the rest of the night you will refer to me and my cock as Black Master. Do you understand me white lady?"

Donna replied, "Yes, I understand."

That was not the response Kawai wanted to hear. He immediately grabbed a fistful of her blonde mane of hair and yanked her head back and put his other hand around her throat. He lifted Donna to her feet by her hair and her throat, and looked her in the face.

Kawai asked her once again, "Do you understand me, white lady?"Donna knew exactly what he wanted to hear and changed her reply.

"Yes, I understand, Black Master."

Kawai said, "That's better. Now get on your knees white lady and take down my pants and meet your other Black Master that's going to own you tonight."

Donna dropped back down to her knees and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped Kawai's khaki safari shorts and let them fall to the floor. Donna was not prepared for what was now right in front of her face.

Kawaii had gone commando and she was now staring at the biggest black cock she had ever seen in her life. It was love at first sight.

Donna looked over at me for approval and I nodded my head yes.

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Kawai began to sway his hips from side to side aggressively cock slapping Donna's face. Kawai later told me it helps get him hard but that he also enjoys slapping around white women, especially with his cock. Donna enjoyed the helpless feeling of being cock whipped by big African black cock.

She immediately starting sucking his black cock as I suspected she would. She looked very comfortable sucking on his big black cock. She knew what she was doing probably as the result of sucking off her black personal trainers for years. Her eager mouth could barely handle his cock.

Kawai pulled her to her feet and took her over to the bed. He had her bend over at the waist with her arms extended on the bed. Kawai was ready to fill Donna's mature pink American tourist pussy with his big black African tribal cock. Kawai started to work his huge cock into her pink pussy while reaching around and grabbing her swinging, hanging mature tits. I took a seat and started my video camera.

He was aggressively working her over as you would expect from an African tribal savage. I had basically given him my full consent to ravage my wife and I was selfishly enjoying filming it happen.

Kawai was relentlessly pumping Donna with his big black cock as her blonde hair and tits were thrashing uncontrollably with every thrust. I was almost tempted to put a stop to it, but the small amount of aphrodisiac he had also given me at dinner made me want see Kawai plunder and molest Donna as much as he wanted almost to the brink of rape.

I was stroking my cock and filming as Kawai continued to slowly deep stroke my wife's pussy. Kawai was tugging on Donna's blonde mane of hair pulling her head back looking as if he was riding a horse and using her blonde hair as reins. I put my camera right in Donna's face so I could record her expressions as she was being savagely ravished.

He pumped her from behind for at least 15 minutes until she started to climax and cry with lust. Her hanging tits were slapping together making a loud clapping sound with every deep thrust.

He reached around and grabbed her hanging 38 DD tits, and aggressively slammed them together as if he was playing musical symbols in a band. Kawai continued fucking her so hard that he lifted her off her feet and carried her over to me as she hung on his cock.

She told Kawai, "Oh god, please stop." He said, "No,no,no, I want to fuck you in your white ass."

He looked at me for approval to penetrate and unload up her white bubble booty. I told him, "No anal, dump your load on her face." I pulled out my cock and joined Kawai blowing both our loads all over Donna's face. When Kawai was finished with my trophy wife Donna, he shook my hand, got dressed, and slipped out of the room with Donna's bra and panties stuffed in his pockets.

I took advantage of the powerful aphrodisiac and continued to fuck Donna well into the night while her face was still glazed with African and American jizz. And yes, I did fuck Donna in her white mature ass that night.

The next morning Donna had no memory of the night before just as Kawai had promised. We gathered in the lobby and headed out for our BCT day trip. We did not mention anything to the women about today's trip. We would let Kawai take care of that.

As we drove out of the resort we all couldn't help but notice a tall African totem pole with a variety of women's bras and panties hanging from the pole fluttering in the wind. I immediately noticed Donna's black lace bra and panties from the night before, hanging at the top of the totem pole. Donna also noticed.

Donna leaned over to me and quietly whispered in my ear, " Look honey, the black bra and panties look a lot like mine." I laughed and said, "Yea they sure do, but all women's underwear look the same to me." She laughed.

Kawai noticed that I recognized Donna's under garments hanging from the pole and flashed me a broad smile.

I would later find out that it was tradition among the resort staff to take the underwear of the American women they had fucked under their aphrodisiac spell and fly it on the totem pole as a sign of pride and conquest.

During the drive Kawai announced to everyone that today would be special and that we would all experience something most people have never seen before. We were all excited.

As our jeep pulled into the tribal village we were greeted by a group of topless tribeswomen wearing grass skirts. They escorted us to their fire pit area and had us sit down on some wood tree stumps. They clapped their hands and the tribesmen emerged from their huts and circled the firepit. We were all stunned.

The men were wearing grass skirts made from local brush barely concealing their huge black cocks swinging under their skirts hanging almost down to their knees. Our wives gasped, "Oh My God".

The tribesmen stood before us and reached under their grass skirts. They pulled their cocks out and brought them up and held them against their chests. Their cocks literally reached up to their nipples. They then let go of their cocks and let them flop down swinging between their knees.