Ballad of Jolanda & Fabio

Part 5 - Things Will Never Be the Same

Chapter 10 - The Nail in the Coffin

I had a chance to catch up with my wife who'd been quite busy working with and seeing Emanuel. Very few nights would I see her back at our place. I was curious if she had her own room at the compound or if she only stayed in his room. I gathered it was the latter since she would still come home periodically as all her things were still here.

"You're home," I said, happy to see my wife. "I wish you'd called or texted. I could have made a nice dinner. As it is I'm just cooking up some pasta."

"That sounds perfect," she replied.

I guess she doesn't get much traditional Italian cuisine when she's not here.

Once we'd settled down to eat,.,

"So how's things?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant. In reality I missed her a bunch, but I could sense my expression of neediness never helped her to open up or dialogue with me.

"Not bad," she started. "Work's going great. As you've seen we're acquiring new accounts all the time boosting our bottom line."

"This is true. I must admit you've really hit your stride. I get the sense we could retire to Rome in a few short years if we wanted."

The moment I finished my sentence I knew I'd said the wrong thing. Any time I mentioned us in a family sense, alarm bells would go off in Jo's head. Case in point...

"Fabio, I have something important to discuss with you."

Again, trying to sound as nonchalant as I could muster, and failing miserably...

"Sure Honey, what's up?"

"I'm just going to jump right to it. Emanuel has offered me a salaried position which would alter the time I spent on other accounts. Furthermore the pay would dwarf what I'm earning now."

"That's good, I think. How much is he offering?"

"$450,000 per year."

"Jo, that's incredible!" I said. "What's the catch?"

"Why does there have to be a catch?

"Well, you're already doing great work for him. What does he need that you're not already providing?

"Touché," she replied. "Well, it's two things. First, he wants me to move my base of operations from Rome to Accra, to work from here semi-permanently."

"Makes sense. What's the other thing?"

"He wants me to carry his baby."

The words were essentially the sum of all fears for me. He'd taken my woman. He was likely marginalizing my position within our business. And now he was going to give her the only other thing I couldn't. A child. I couldn't maintain my cool as I started my interrogation.

"Why the fuck does he want that? Doesn't he already have children? Why you?"

"You know why," was all she said.

And I did. It was a power play, plain and simple. It was yet another move to prove to me, our friends, his associates, society at large, he was powerful and could sway anyone his way, even a beautiful Italian blonde like Jo, as well as to emasculate me in front of the world. To humiliate me to my wife.

"What did you say?"

"I said I'd check with you first."

"And?"

"I've already decided."

I remained silent, not wanting to hear what she'd decided, knowing the answer already.

"I've already stopped taking my pills."

"So that's it then?"

"My offer still stands. If you ask for a divorce, I'll sign the papers. You don't have to suffer like this."

A divorce would be death of me. If it was a divorce she wanted, she sure wasn't trying very hard.

"I will always care for you. When life turns bad, I will be there. I'm happy for you, whether you realize it or not."

However, my heart was truly broken. Emanuel had won. He had taken her from me. All I could hope for now was Emanuel to get tired of her and cut ties. It could be a long time. Years. But it's all I had. I left the room to go cry elsewhere.

That night, Jo packed three suitcases. I didn't see her back at our place again.

Chapter 11 - Family Ties

Around two weeks after I moved in with Emanuel, he took me on an oasis retreat with some of his extended family members. There must have been about 40 people in total. We arranged for cabins for all, so those who brought a wife or girlfriend got their own smaller cabin while the unattached generally shared a larger open bay cabin. I was Emanuel's personal guest, so I would stay with him in his personal cabin. I looked forward to some personal time with my man.

That first night, everything went as planned. After a day of hiking and enjoying the peaceful area, Emanuel pumped me with his beautiful hard cock in another attempt to make me pregnant. I didn't mind. I wanted a baby with this Adonis, and to show others that he'd chosen me. It felt holy as it was just him and me, in the nature, missionary position, alone. If him shooting deep in my womb after what was a few weeks of not taking birth control didn't get me pregnant, there was no telling what it would take. I certainly didn't mind the attention.

The next day, another day of hiking, light swimming in a nearby lake, and an evening with a big fire and barbecue. This had been more fun than I could remember in a time. It reminded me of summers back home.

After that event, rather than head back to our cabin, Emanuel said he wanted to go to his adult nephews' cabin. They were going to play cards, have some drinks. I was welcome to join. I figured that would be preferable to going back to our cabin. After all, the internet signal was so bad, and I wasn't tired.

The men, all having reached adulthood some time within the last 10 years or so, were surprised to see me show up, but they didn't seem disappointed. The moment we entered, I could smell the marijuana in the air. Drugs are basically illegal in Ghana, but they weren't inaccessible, especially for someone like Emanuel.

In all there was about 12 of us. We sat around a large coffee table and played Texas Hold 'Em poker. They had chips and everything, and there was the equivalent of a $20 buy-in. Emanuel staked me and we played for the better part of an hour before I ran out of chips.

Emanuel had almost run out of chips not long after. He was all in in a Hail Mary effort to get back on top. He had been bluffing with two pair, implying he had a full house or higher. He wanted his nephew's chips, but his nephew had more.

"I'll raise you for your chips, Jonathon," Emanuel said.

"With what, Uncle? You have no more chips, and your beautiful Jo is also out. What could you possibly have to offer?"

"Jo will take off her shirt," Emanuel said.

"Emanuel, I'm not wearing a bra," she whispered in his ear.

"That never stopped you before," he whispered, smiling back.

"You're on, Uncle. I'm sure we'd all love to see Jo's chest, and it's about to happen."

His nephew pushed his remaining chips in and flipped his cards. "Full house, Uncle."

Emanuel flipped his cards over revealing his two pair.

"Sorry, Honey. A bet's a bet."

So, I slowly peeled off my shirt revealing no bra, just my tanline-free chest and boobs. A hush descended on the room as Emanuel's younger male relatives didn't expect the situation to escalate into nudity. Their breath was taken away, until...

"Gentlemen, since Jo has been so kind to show us her bosom, I think it only fair we all reciprocate with taking off our shirts. No?" Emanuel suggested.

Every man then removed his shirt. Save for Emanuel who was in his 40s, there wasn't hardly an ounce of fat to be seen. Washboard abs from all these young men. Also mostly hairless chests. I didn't have to be a genius to guess what was about to go down. The question was whether Emanuel had been planning it the entire time. He seemed to realize I enjoyed all the attention and the challenge.

"I tell you what..." Emanuel started. "Double or nothing, you and me, I win the next hand."

Jonathon replied, "But you haven't even seen your cards yet."

"Afraid you'll lose?" Emanuel taunted. Frankly I couldn't tell if he wanted to win or if he wanted me to get my shit fucked out of me.

"No Uncle. Your luck ran out after Jo's. I'll take that bet."

So, the nephew dealing dealt them both their cards. Emanuel felt like his luck had changed based on the grin he had. He had three clubs, which gave him a shot at a flush, which could be hard to beat.

"I think I have you this time," Emanuel boasted.

"I'm sorry, Uncle. So if you win, you get all my chips. What happens if I win?"

"Jo will take off the rest of her clothes."

"Deal."

My pussy was already moist and beginning to ache in anticipation for all the hot cock that was about to spring to life. They didn't know it, but logically it was inevitable. That had to be Emanuel's endgame.

The dealer dealt the remaining cards.

"What do you have, Uncle?"

"Flush, King high!" Emanuel figured he'd done it. Or at least it seemed this was his goal.

"Oh, sorry Uncle, flush, Ace high," Jonathon replied. "Your luck truly has run out."

The room was excited. Men began licking their lips in anticipation of Jo stripping before their eyes. I stood up turned away from the group and slowly peeled my shorts and undies slowly down off of my ass, resulting in a raucous cheer that posed a danger of alerting the other cabins. It was followed by a shushing sound to get the noise back down. Now fully naked, I sat back down, crossing my legs to hide my pussy from wandering eyes.

"Gentlemen, you know the deal. Jo took off her shorts," Emanuel said.

All 11 men stood up, in addition to Emanuel, then began undoing their trousers. Large black cock after large black cock revealed themselves, in many cases springing from their shorts being already hard, I assume, as a result of my having stripped. I already began to imagine what I was going to do with all this cock. I'm sure my pussy was bubbling over with my own precum in anticipation of all this ready and willing cock.

"Give me one more chance," Emanuel said. "I feel my luck changing."

"But Uncle, Jo is completely naked. There's nothing left to wager. You've lost."

"Ah ah ah..." Emanuel started. "I think I can offer the necessary collateral, however, only if the whole prize is at stake."

"What do you have in mind, Uncle?"

"If I win, I get the whole pot. It if I lose... (pausing for dramatic effect) Jo will sleep with all of you."

Again, a roar of excitement as pretty much every cock was hard now, including Jonathon who was quite tempted it seemed.

"By the sound of it, everyone agrees. Let's go, Uncle," Jonathon confirmed.

At this point, I would've been very disappointed if Emanuel won. I was so worked up and ready to fuck, I would have taken Emanuel right there if he had. I needed cock ASAP.

The dealer dealt another hand to the two men. Then the flop.

"What do you have, Uncle?"

"Three tens!" Emanuel boasted.

"I have a straight, Uncle."

Another cheer from the crowd.

"It's okay, though. You don't have to follow through. It was a good game, Uncle," Jonathon offered.

"Nonsense! A bet's a bet! Jo, come here."

I got up and stood next to Emanuel.

"I want you to begin by sitting on Jonathon," he said. "You don't mind, do you?"

"No, Dear," I said curtly, and went to straddle Jonathon with his pulsating member fully erect.

Jonathon was leaning back. I placed my hands around the back of his neck and straddled him, lowering down on his erection while holding it at my opening. Jonathon made a hissing sound as my pussy completely sheathed his sword. I then proceeded to rise and fall on his now glistening cock with a steady rhythm, my pussy ache subsiding while being replaced by a need to climax. I rode Jonathan while he groped and sucked my tits, periodically grabbing my ass to help guide me up and down.

My legs started to burn from the constant grinding while standing. I was resolved to finishing Jonathon off though, and proceeded to really fuck him with quicker downward thrusts, his penis getting harder in response until at last he moaned loudly while I continued to bob up and down, climaxing inside of me, getting me ready for more cock with his thick load.

Next I laid down on my back on the coffee table... the scene of the wager. I spread my legs as wide as I could to invite the next swinging dick into my hole. I didn't have to wait. Another cocksure nephew was ready and in me, pounding his hips against mine. I loved the full feeling and the desperation of the young man so frantic in his desire to get off inside of me. He must have gone two minutes before he came, pulling out slowly and leaving behind a trail of sticky jism.

Another was right behind the last, and quickly rammed my twat with everything he had. I loved holding his muscular arms as he stared down at my face, his face full of bewilderment as if what was happening must be a dream. I placed my hands on his ass and guided him into me, letting him know I wanted him in me, wanted him to cum in me. He too wasn't long before he grunted loudly and poured his essence inside of me. He paused a moment for his penis to stop throbbing. Then reluctantly he pulled out to make way for the next one.

The next man, a younger cousin of Emanuel, had me bend over on a couch. He got up behind me and pointed his thick cock at my pussy, putting the head in. I waited impatiently for him to penetrate me deeper, but he just stayed in position there. So I grinded back onto his cock and proceeded to back into him. I loved being taken from behind, facing away from my lover, offering my ass up to his druthers, and then taking control thusly if desired. After about two minutes, he grabbed me by the hips and began to fuck me faster, his cock hardening further until he buried his nut in my pussy. I was surprised, and in retrospect I'm not sure why, that they were all cumming so quickly. Of course they were all so young, they didn't have the experience of age to hold back. Nevertheless it felt quite flattering, and it didn't stop me from achieving the desired orgasms. I was thoroughly conditioned at this point to get mine under these circumstances.

Another quickly filled the void, putting every inch in all the way. My head reeled backward with surprise and lust, the curve of his cock poking my hole in a new and pleasurable way. I arched my back to accommodate this deeply penetrating specimen. Then he placed his thumb on my exposed butthole, rubbing it while he repeatedly wrenched my gut. I arched my back more to expose my ass further. Rubbing my hole made me want his thumb in my ass. I pushed back as he thrust forward, and eventually he slicked his thumb on my wet pussy and pushed it past my sphincter. Now I could feel the exhilaration I get from that double penetration feeling. I love the stimulation in my backside: the depravity, the raw carnal vibe that anal renders. Total submission, total intimacy. Unfortunately for me, his finger in my ass brought him too much mental stimulation and before a minute was out he had painted the inside of my vagina off-white.

His replacement decided to see if his cock could fit in my ass. He lubed his cock up in my pussy, pulled out a cum-slicked cock that was now white what was originally black, and shoved it at my back hole. My hole offered very little resistance as it gave way to his slick thickness, inching deeper and deeper within. I moaned a combination of pain and pleasure as his cock filled my rectum and bottomed out just shy of the full length of his manhood.

"Ooh, it's too deep, Baby," I cooed, placing my hand at his hips to politely refuse his full thrusts. I didn't realize that my hole had limits. His cock must have been longer than the others.

While he slowly took my ass, another offered me his cock to suck, which I did immediately. His penis actually curved downward and was therefore able to more easily go into my throat. He fucked my face while the one behind fucked my ass. Another began to rub my tits with one hand, pinching my nipples and caressing the orbs. I stared up at my oral lover while he fucked my throat. He was beginning to make me gag but I suppressed the reflex to the best of my ability, breathing between thrusts and opening my throat up as wide as I could make it. He loved to push in as far as he could, getting most of his cock in, and holding it there pushing against my throat. A few times I had to pull away because it made me gag. Eventually he got what he needed, pulled out and came on my head, drenching my face and hair with his seed. My anal lover hadn't been far behind. He pulled out and proceeded to shoot his cum all over my back and ass. I could feel it begin to stream down my ribs, to my breasts, and drip off of my nipples as it was so much.

For the grand finale, the last four men took turns on all my holes. They passed me around like a rag doll. First I straddled one guy, riding him as he leaned back on the couch. I placed my hands on his strong chest as he helped guide my ass up and down on his thick black cock, cum starting to leak out of me now that I was upright and gravity prevailed.

Then another pried me off of him, and holding me with one arm beneath my armpits, he guided his cock into my asshole and proceeded to buttfuck me while my gaping pussy faced the audience, and he proceeded to hold me by my legs behind the knees. He proceeded to hammer me hard and fast while cum continued to spew from my pussy like a leaky faucet. Fortunately this time my asshole seemed able to take the length of his cock.

After 40 seconds, another approached my front and joined the man who's been buttfucking me, choosing to fuck my pussy from the front. They were able to get into a good rhythm where one would pull out as the other entered, always getting rammed either from the front or back. As they proceeded I couldn't help wondering whether they'd done it before or if it was just something they'd seen in porn. Either way it seemed they knew what they were doing.

The man in front fondled my tits and managed to suck on them sporadically while they continued to fuck me, my body nestled in between their two fit bodies. Before long I was told to kneel again while the final four, my Emanuel included shot thief loads on my face in what I later learned was called bukkake. They all shot all over my face and hair as they reached orgasm. They let me fondle their balls as they all drenched me in thick semen.

After it was done, they took a few pictures with my phone and I'm pretty sure it got shared out to anyone who was interested.

It was nice getting to know Emanuel's family so intimately. I hoped that I would be seeing more of them. They were so warm and welcoming. Needless to say I slept well that night after getting a nice shower. As usual it would take a few days to fully recover from all that black cock.

Epilogue

Within six weeks of going off birth control, i became pregnant with my first child: a beautiful child that reflected its mother's and father's genes. Emanuel was very pleased that I had given him a child. He stated in no uncertain terms how only a real man can and should get a beautiful woman like me pregnant, unlike that husband of mine Fabio. To a certain extent I agreed with him. Emanuel truly was a real man with a manly physique and a manly cock. My husband could never compete in either of these departments, and it made me proud that I was chosen to be his bitch, the mother of his children.

I am now pregnant with my second child of Emanuel's. The look in Emanuel's eyes when I told him I was pregnant again... you could tell he was pleased and satisfied that I was fulfilling my promise. I knew he loved showing me off to his friends and to society, showing them how he had dominated me and my husband, effectively rendering our marriage pointless and asserting his control over all of us, as evidenced through our offspring. He was clearly impressed with himself that Fabio was clearly humiliated and broken.

After her first child, Jolanda got back into gangbang sex again, and once again she got pregnant. I'm sure you will agree that in practice, Emanuel was more her husband than I was, and initially it was difficult to convince Jo of my support for her new life.