The flight back from Ghana was not an easy one to begin with. Emily and I had adjacent seats, but barely spoke a word until well into the flight. At Heathrow she was due to change onto a United States bound flight, but I'd been contacted to stay in London. I had to remain, until the office there confirmed all the paperwork I'd had signed by tribes and politicians, were watertight in Landberry Mining's favour. If they weren't, I'd be on a flight back to Ghana, or possibly old Mr. Landberry would fire me.
"They don't pay me enough for this," I thought, unable to travel home, my job on the line, and stuck beside a woman who I'd basically prostituted off, in order to get a signature we required.
With Emily seemingly unwilling to converse, I'd immersed myself in a short book. The heroin was Katrin, a young woman fleeing communist East Germany in the 1970's. Toward the end of the flight I'd noticed Emily glancing my way from time to time. I finished the book and slapped it shut
"Was that a good book?" she asked.
"Not really. Unnecessarily graphic in parts," I admitted, and another silence ensued, before feeling the need to apologize to her. "However the heroin was someone who'd do whatever it took. She reminded me of you a bit. Look Emily, I'm sorry about what happened with Obang and..."
"Don't worry. It wasn't so bad," I was surprised to hear her say.
"Really!" I exclaimed, taken aback at hearing that my pretty, married assistant might have enjoyed her time servicing the black politician.
"Well; as you said, it needed to be done. To tell the truth Robert, he was quite skillful in bed and I..."
"You what?"
"If I'm absolutely honest, I was quite easily aroused. I don't know what you did to me in his bathroom beforehand, but it had me so worked up. I needed to keep myself under control."
"Why?"
"I didn't want to appear like a slut on heat."
"What did you do then?"
"We sat there talking for about 15 minutes. He was very polite, which helped relax me. Wouldn't let me call him Mr. Obang. 'Just Obang', he said. Then he offered to show me his garden before dinner. I didn't want to see his garden, so I told him I was really nervous and if we going to get intimate..."
"You used that word?"
"Well I couldn't say, 'if we're going to fuck', so I thought intimate was a good choice; don't you think?"
"Yeah, very good. Intimate was good."
"Anyway; I told him if we're going to be intimate, I'd rather start now, so I could be more relaxed over dinner."
"Nice one," I said nodding. "How'd he take that?"
"He's a man Robert; just like you," she said, giving me an incredulous look. "I'd just offered to fuck him. How do you think he took it? He led me straight to the sofa, and pulled my halter top off. He gave my breasts some serious attention. Much longer than you had. I liked that."
"You liked it?" I repeated, ignoring her jibe.
"I loved it. I was embarrassed by my urgency, but I couldn't stop. I released his trousers, took out his cock and went down on him. I gobbled that cock just like I had yours, about 30 minutes earlier. He was a big man Robert," she said smiling, throwing out another dig, this time about my cock size. "Soon he had my skirt up, panties down, and was feasting on my pussy. He was well practiced and brought me right to the edge. He knew that, so moved up, slapped that black thing on my pussy a couple of times and then drilled it into me. He'd only just entered when I... well... you know."
"Just the one?" I asked, picturing Emily under the large black man.
"No!" she replied smiling at the memory of her orgasm. "Another when he sped up and then a third when he came inside me."
"You didn't ask him to pull out, or wear a condom?" I asked, now fully hard at hearing her raunchy tale of interracial sex.
"I was so worked up, I forgot. The whole thing only took about ten minutes, I was orgasming, I was just so.... Anyway yeah, I forgot, so he came fully inside me. No protection. But I was right. After that, the edge was off. I took a shower, and he had me dress in a Ghanaian garment for dinner. A beautiful, full length, multi-colored colored dress. No underclothes. I felt very sexy."
"So you slept in separate bedrooms" I said sarcastically, which saw Emily smile again.
"We hadn't even finished dinner and he told me he was hard again, and stroking himself under the table. He said I should do the same. So I hitched up the dress, and we sat there looking at each other, both masturbating.
"Wow!" I said, my cock now throbbing.
"When the maid arrived with desert, he dismissed her for the evening and then had me come around and sit on his lap. This time it was much longer and slower. Afterwards he had me shower again. He liked me to shower after each time. Then we had a swim and late drinks by the pool and then... well you know. I'd had seven showers by the time I left to return to the hotel.
"I thought you were angry and upset when you came back."
"I was exhausted!"
"Gee Emily; I never thought I'd hear you tell a story like that. You and Mike..."
"Yes, exactly Robert! Me and Mike!" Emily said, now sounding irate. "It was only me and Mike before I landed in Accra. I thought he'd always be the only one, after we were married. Now I'm returning home only days later, having been fucked silly by both my Boss and an African politician.
I remained silent, recalling how I'd employed the ring to first seduce Emily, and then days later, to arouse her, so she'd go with Obang. He'd made it clear he desired her, and we wouldn't get his signature on the document unless she slept with him.
Now the ring was nestled in my wallet. Once off my finger all the lust I'd been feeling toward Emily and other women had dissipated. I felt relieved. I was going to ask a further question, but could see Emily had more to say.
"He signed the papers because he got to sleep with me. Isn't that the truth?"
"Yes; I guess it is pretty accurate summation."
"In that case I want a raise Robert. Twenty percent. For services rendered to the Company."
"Twenty percent! Look; I know you went above and beyond the call of duty Emily; but twenty percent. That will put you on more than Vanessa and she's your senior."
"I don't care," Emily continued, exhibiting a demanding side of her personality I hadn't previously seen. "First you fucked me. Then you said our company's entire Ghanaian deal depended on me sleeping with Obang big cock. I did that and now I have to return to the man I love and lie through my back teeth. How easy do you think that is for me? I want a twenty percent raise. I deserve it."
"Ok, Ok; a twenty percent raise. I'll get it for you."
"Good!"
"Did he have a big cock?" I asked, to which she looked straight ahead and smiled.
After we landed at London, I bid farewell to Emily and went into Landberry's London office. I had a room booked in a Hotel, and spent one night there. The following day, Wendy, who worked in the office, offered to put me up at her home. I'd had enough of Hotels, so gratefully accepted this offer of home cooked meals.
Wendy and her husband were about sixty years old and lived in a nice part of London. They had two adult daughters who visited often, and it was just a nice family home. I didn't have much to do; it was spring in London, so would leave the office and walk around the city. I was relieved that, now ringless, I wasn't distracted by every woman I walked past.
However the ring continued to come to the forefront of my mind. There were one or two pretty young woman in the London office, who clearly had no interest in any relationship with me.
"They'd be interested if I had the ring on, that's for sure," I thought more than once.
In addition, both of Wendy's daughters were attractive women in their early thirties. Felicity was married with two children and Kate was in a long term relationship, with no children. They were friendly toward me, although Felicity in particular seemed very liberal, and not at all impressed about what Landberry Mining were doing in Ghana.
"I've told Mum that it's nothing but exploitation of a third world country," she said, one day in her very correct English accent.
I looked to argue the benefits to the Ghanaian economy, but Felicity would have none of it. In the end Wendy asked her to change the subject, which to my relief, occurred. I don't know what Felicity would have thought of my having slept with a high ranking, young tribal woman; or sending my assistant to sleep with a Ghanaian politician, in order to get what the rights to mine their country. Her sister Kate was somewhat more conservative in her views, and generally reserved.
Neither daughter gave me any signal that they'd be interested in a relationship of any sort. However, by the second week, I'd gone many days without sex, and old fashioned horniness had set in. At times, while the daughters conversed with their mother, my mind would drift back to the ring, still stored in my wallet.
"I could make it happen if I wanted too," I would dream, especially looking toward Felicity, the prettier of the two.
At such times I'd briefly question, whether or not I'd done the right thing, having the ring removed. However, I quickly pulled myself up when such thoughts impinged. I'd had Shaytan remove it for good reasons. Despite the physical benefits, the ring had become more controlling of me, than I was of it. It altered my personality; often causing me to be domineering of, or downright mean toward, the woman I was lusting after. It had put my job at risk; my marriage at risk; and saw me attracted to women who I had no wish to be attracted too. Despite my reminiscing and wavering, I always returned to the conclusion that I was best rid of the item of jewelry.
Eventually the London office lawyers were satisfied that the documents I'd brought to them were watertight contracts. I was free to return to America, thanked Wendy and her family for their hospitality and bid them farewell.
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I'd been away over three weeks in total, so I was surprised to see my daughter Adele at the airport, waiting to collect me.
"Where's your mother," I asked, as we drove home.
"I dunno. Over at Aunt Caroline's again, I suppose. She rang and asked I collect you, and then got shitty when I said I didn't want too."
"Well thanks Adele," I said, noting my daughter's attitude hadn't disappeared while I'd been gone.
"Yeah whatever! Anyway, it's good your back because I've got graduation in two weeks. I want to throw a party and Mum won't let me."
"Oh...ok," I replied, being non-committal.
"Go on, please," Adele pleaded, before a sneaky smile came across her face. "If you do I'll get Tara to shake her titties at you."
"Can you not talk like that," I answered in a forthright manner.
"Well you know she's got a giant crush on you, and I've seen you looking at them."
"Don't say things like that Adele. It's not true. How is Tara anyway?" I asked.
"She's Ok," Adele said dismissively. "Will you talk to Mum?"
"Yeah, OK."
We drove on in silence. Adele might have seen me checking out her friend, but I was satisfied, she knew nothing of what had occurred between me and Tara. That was a relief. Also of huge relief to me was that, now the ring was off my finger any sexual attraction I'd felt toward my daughter was now gone.
"Thank goodness for that," I thought, reflecting on the most disturbing aspect of the ring..
