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Angel Breaks Her Vows
by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)

***

Angel resolves never to see Igwe Orizu again. Her 
unknowing husband, however, insists she continue 
attending his Philosophy meetings, with predictable 
consequences. (Mdom/F, wife, cheat, intr)

***

(Revised and edited since 1st published on 
Litewrotica.com)

***

Angel sat at her dressing table and gazed into the 
mirror. She was preparing herself for tonight's visit 
to Igwe Orizu and his philosophy circle. Philosophy, 
however, was not on her mind. Even now she could feel 
her body tingling in anticipation, and guilt was on the 
forefront of her mind.

She was safely and happily married. Her husband loved 
her, and she loved him. They had three fun filled 
children, and she should be setting an example to them.

Instead all she could think about was Igwe's cock and 
how good it had felt inside her! A black man! Her 
father would have a fit if he knew. His inbuilt racism 
would be appalled if he knew his beloved daughter was 
sitting here mooning over a black cock and the pleasure 
it was capable of giving her.

But she was married. She shouldn't be thinking like 
this.

Movement in the garden caught her eye. A pair of bee-
eaters seemed to be competing with a pair of sunbirds 
to enjoy one of the gardens many water filled stone 
bird-baths.

She paused for a moment to watch the fluttering birds 
swoop and swirl in the bright sunlight. Admiring their 
bright cheerful plumage. Then as if reminded she turned 
back to the mirror. She had her own plumage to prepare.

She looked at herself in the mirror. A beautiful woman 
met her gaze and stared back to her. Was she lucky to 
be beautiful, or cursed? She did not need many touches 
to enhance her perfection. Knowing she was beautiful, 
and men desired her had never provided her with any 
confidence or security.

Differentiating between who loved her, and who lusted 
after her had been a confusing period in her younger 
years and she had been happy to attach herself to Mark. 
Mark was rock solid, dependable and adored her, 
qualities that reminded her of her father. It had been 
easy to cling on to Mark.

She loved him. Which made the behaviour of her body 
unaccountable. She sat before her mirror looking into 
her calm eyes. Eyes that did not reflect the 
treacherous nature of her body, which was tingling in 
anticipation of what might happen after the philosophy 
circle finished, but before her husband arrived to take 
her home.

What might happen when Igwe Orizu turned his attention 
on her alone and took hold of her? A spasm rippled 
through her pussy as she sat there, and she bit her 
lip. A spasm of guilt overwhelmed at her body's 
treacherous reaction.

She loved Mark, but Igwe was going to take hold of her 
tonight and when he did she would melt.

The answer was not to go. 

To not see him again. 

Her marriage was important. Her children were 
important. Her faith in her god was important, and 
god's laws stated that you did not break your marriage 
vows.

Angel nibbled her lip.

The idea of not going was a torment...a torment that 
tore her soul, withered her heart, and filled her with 
fear.

She would go, she wanted to go, she wanted...and she 
hung her head in her hands. She was confused. What did 
she want?

She knew what Igwe wanted. He was despite all his 
remarkable charm, intellect, and wealth, just like all 
the other black men in Africa. He wanted to put his 
hands on her white curvy body, to touch and caress, to 
strip away her clothes and mount her in a frenzy of 
lust and desire.

She cursed. She had just soaked her panties! She would 
have to change them before she left.

To allow him to do so would be to break her marriage 
vows! Would be adultery! If she went to his villa 
tonight she would not be able to resist him. She knew 
that. She also new that the thought of not going 
tonight was a torment she could not bear.

The first time had been an accident. The second time 
she had resisted him, and he had taken her anyway. To 
see him again, would have only one result. She could 
not kid herself that if she went to him again then the 
third time would be anything other than a willing 
submission. A conscious a deliberate betrayal of her 
husband and the vows she made before God all those 
years before.

Those vows still counted. They still meant something.

But he was black! A tremor ran through her. The local 
white community ostracized white women who took African 
lovers. They were still traumatised by the guerrilla 
war. By fear of what the new Black African government 
might do.

They had been right to fear. Certain Africans were the 
new elite. With political power, and legislative power, 
they were increasing their control of the previously 
white dominated economy. There was now a growing core 
of extremely rich African businessman and Igwe was one 
of those.

These men had seized the country. Gained political 
power, then economic power. All taken from an aggrieved 
white community. They were now taking the next step. 
They had set their sights on taking the white women 
away from the remaining white men.

Not that Angela thought along those lines, 

Angel had no great ties to the local white community. 
She was English, and the wife of a professional 
Englishman. They had been in Zimbabwe six months. In 
six months she had seen a new world.

A world were white women broke with convention. In 
which they took African men as lovers.

She had not seen Igwe's cock. She had not touched it. 
She had felt it push up inside her. She had felt its 
hot length pulse and throb inside her. She had been 
held in place while it thrust and surged up and down 
inside her. Had felt that extra-ordinary experience of 
Igwe's orgasm and that shooting hot rushing sperm 
fountain up inside her. Something she had not 
particularly experienced with Mark.

She wanted to experience that cock again. It was big 
and thick and long and she wanted it! She wanted to be 
stretched and pummeled. She wanted to be fucked by him!

The bedroom door opened and Mark walked in.

'Hi honey. Sorry I'm late.'

Flustered Angel flapped, but Mark did not notice. 
Throwing his suitcase down by the door, he went through 
to the en-suite bathroom.

Angel gathered her thoughts and looked back into the 
mirror, a few touches were all that was needed. 

When Mark re-appears Angel was standing and facing him. 
He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Wow, honey, you look absolutely gorgeous."

A pang of doubt and fear overwhelmed Angel. After all 
these years her husband could still confound her. The 
love and admiration in his voice was so heartfelt. How 
could she do this to him?

She couldn't! 

She was resolved. 

All her musing and pondering evaporated in an intense 
feeling of love for her husband. She could feel the 
warmth of his heart, and her lust for Igwe evaporated 
in a warm glow.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready?" she looked confused for a moment.

"I am sorry I am late, but I appreciate you will be 
late for your philosophy session if we don't get a move 
on."

"Oh, well...I am thinking of not going."

"Oh nonsense, honey, these last few sessions have done 
you the world of good."

"Well perhaps they have been enough."

"You know what Margaret said." Margaret had been the 
clinical psychologist that Angel had seen after her 
relapse. "There will be no sudden cures, you need 
regularity, a pattern in your life. These philosophy 
sessions are part of the pattern of stability and you 
get to meet all the other women. I don't mind and you 
need to have more social contacts."

"Well yes, but perhaps tonight we could have a quiet 
night at home."

" Honey, we have quiet nights at home most nights. 
Tonight is your philosophy meeting and we both know 
that you need to keep this up. Now get your things and 
we will be off."

"Mark..." Angela's voice trailed off as her husband 
rushed off up the corridor.

God! He did not know what he was doing! If she went to 
the philosophy session tonight she would let Igwe fuck 
her. She would not be strong enough to resist the 
dominant African male.

She followed Mark up the corridor and into the kitchen 
where he was helping himself to a cold fruit juice from 
the fridge.

"I'm really not sure about tonight. I think I should 
stay at home."

"Angel, honey, I love you, and we both know how you 
have perked up and been so much more cheerful. The last 
two times you came home positively glowing."

Angel stared at her husband. The last two times I came 
home thoroughly fucked you stupid man! She suppressed 
the retort. She did not want to hurt him. Her 
hesitation was her undoing. Mark not realising her dark 
thoughts, took her hand and led her out to the car.

He seemed to be oblivious to the turmoil in her heart. 
Would her husband be in such a rush to get to Igwe's 
mansion, if he knew she had taken her panties off and 
not replaced them? Did he realise that under her blouse 
she wore no bra?

Would he turn back if she told him that unless he 
turned back Igwe would fuck her tonight?

She looked across at her husband, who was concentrating 
on the bends in the road. Why did life end up so 
confusing? She loved him but he was driving her to meet 
a black man who would use her sexually and she wanted 
that, and yet she didn't!

At Igwe's villa she turned to Mark, as he helped her 
out of the car. The cars of some the other attending 
women were already there.

"I'll pick you up at 9.30 then," Mark looked at her 
questioningly.

"Can you make it 10.30 tonight. It's going to be a 
longer session. That was one of the reasons I was 
unsure about coming tonight."

Mark looked surprised, but quickly nodded.

He watched as Angel turned and strode for the villa.

Her thoughts were otherwise. The philosophy session 
finished at its usual time of 8.30. If what was going 
to happen tonight was fated to happen she wanted the 
time to make love properly.

Her hips swung, her shapely legs stretched out, while 
between her legs her pussy twitched and throbbed in 
anticipation of what was to come.

"Honey!" 

She turned to Mark who was still by the car.

"Knock'em dead honey!" She smiled and waved.

Mark stared. As his wife had turned the evening sun had 
caught behind her, and it was as though her top had 
become see-through. Her full firm breast had been 
outlined, the sun's rays seeming to heighten their 
perfection. 

Angel had not been wearing a bra! That was so unusual. 
He quickly dismissed that thought, and jumped in the 
car he had five minutes to get home.

Rubber burned as he accelerated away.

***

At home he grabbed some cans of beer from the fridge 
and flicked on the TV. The picture flickered into life, 
and he breathed a sigh of relief. The TV service was so 
unreliable. The familiar tune of BBC's Match of the Day 
came from the box. Zimbabwe TV was relaying live one of 
the semi-finals of the FA Cup tonight!

He relaxed in the armchair. Peace and quite at home, 
cans of beer and football. Could life be better!

At the very same moment he took his first sip of beer. 
Angel had found Igwe making preparations in the 
kitchen. She stepped close to him and he took her in 
his arms and pressed her close.

As Mark enjoyed the first sip of his beer, Igwe 
savoured the firm pressure of Angel's full breast 
crushed against him as he bent to kiss soft welcoming 
lips.

***

The evening alternated between tormenting slowness, and 
heart stopping moments when she found Igwe's attention 
on her. She silently cursed the presence of the other 
women and started to notice how they all seemed to hang 
on every word Igwe said. Her previous sessions she had 
not paid proper attention to the other women but now 
she noticed more. 

Janet was wearing a low cut top and every time Igwe 
spoke to her she leaned forward. Was that deliberate? 
Why was Mary making such an issue about her husband 
being away for a few days, before darting her eyes to 
Igwe to see if he had taken note. Was that a secret 
invitation? Susan on the other hand had just passed a 
photo of her 15 year old daughter to Igwe. Was it 
really appropriate to give an African a photo of your 
teenage daughter in a bikini! Angel seethed as Igwe 
spent longer than necessary looking at the photo.

"She's arriving next week for her six week summer 
holiday," Susan gushed. Stupid woman Angel thought, and 
then her heart spun as Susan reached forward casually 
resting her hand on Igwe's leg! Was Susan making an 
advance, and using the photo of her daughter as an 
inducement? Surely not! 

She briefly thought of her own lovely daughter's and 
how Igwe might react to them. She swore to herself 
never to let him near them. Rebecca was safely in 
England and would be for months, but she had seen how 
African men were already responding to 14 year old 
Amanda's developing nubile charms. She would have 
dreamed of showing a picture of her in a bikini to a 
middle aged African.

African men were incorrigible and very determined when 
a young white girl came to their attention.

Laura at 22 years old was the youngest of the women 
present, she moved in her chair and her split skirt 
slipped exposing a long length of shapely leg. Had she 
deliberately taken too long to cover herself?

Suddenly the nature of this philosophy session had 
changed in Angel's mind. This was not about philosophy 
it was about female competition for a dominant male. 
She became alarmed.

She wanted Igwe, but doubts and confusion prayed in her 
emotions. She stood and moved by the window. The others 
turned and looked at her wondering what she was doing. 
She saw momentary confusion on their faces, then 
annoyance. She had Igwe's full attention now. As she 
had guessed correctly, the final sun's rays shone 
through her top silhouetting her breasts.

She had no need of a bra. Her breasts were full, firm 
and proudly upstanding, and Igwe was looking at them 
with admiration in his eyes. She smiled and sipped her 
tea by the window continuing the pretence of looking 
out. 

Confidence restored she returned to her seat. She 
noticed the smile creasing the eyes of Igwe and smiled 
herself.



At 8.30 Igwe called out for his bodyguard to bring the 
coffee, and Angel's heart raced. She found herself 
breathing hard and tried to calm herself. Laura left 
first as though oblivious to the others. Angel felt a 
pang as she watched her shapely form, hips swinging 
head for the door. She would never be 22 years old 
again!

Janet was saying her goodbye and was standing to close 
to Igwe. Those barely enclosed breasts seemed to brush 
casually against Igwe. Angel cursed her as a hussy.

Mary was next to leave, making too much fuss about 
being home all alone over the next few days. 

 Then Susan was next to Igwe pressing into his hand the 
photo of her teenage daughter and asking if he wanted 
to meet her when she came over for her holidays. Angel 
wandered what sort of woman used a photo of her own 
daughter to sexually tempt a middle aged African man!

Then as Susan was being shown out the door. Angel was 
momentarily alone in Igwe's living room.

Her heart started to pound. Her skin was all tingly. 
She felt hot and flushed as her blood raced. She had 
moments before he returned. Her hand rose and she 
started to unbutton her blouse.

***

Igwe set aside the picture of Susan's pretty daughter. 
He would certainly ensure the girl had an unforgettable 
holiday. He made a note in his diary for the next few 
nights Mary's husband was away. Laura had slipped him a 
note that she and her husband would be expecting him on 
Saturday.

He walked into the living room and stopped in his 
tracks.

Angel was standing there naked.

Her full and shapely body exposed to his view for what 
he realised was the first time, and what a magnificent 
shapely body she had! His last two beddings of her had 
been fumbled affairs!

He gazed rapt. His eyes raking over those magnificent 
full firm breasts that betrayed no hint of any sag. 
They belonged on a much younger woman! Her waist was 
still pronounced, over rounded hips, but her legs were 
breathtaking.

Long, full, shapely, enhanced by the golden tan that 
covered the whole of her body he noted. She must have 
been sunbathing naked. A surprising thought for a woman 
he already appreciated was sexually naïve and 
conservative.

All the more surprising that she was standing there 
naked in his living room.

His eyes finally ceased devouring that magnificent 
example of English womanhood and looked into her eyes. 
Behind that classic beauty he recognised the fear and 
insecurity that seemed at timed to overwhelm this 
English wife.

Wife of a white man, and Igwe smiled. Taking the wife 
of another man was considered in his tribe to be the 
supreme proof of manhood. Taking the wife of a white 
man was so far beyond the dreams of so many African 
men.

Now Angel stood naked in his living room.

She had started nervously biting her lip waiting for 
his response.

Stripping naked in advance of the return of this black 
African was probably been the bravest, scariest thing 
she had ever done.

Now she stood there nervously waiting for a response.

Igwe let her wait, happy to feed that insecurity. It 
would help him to mould her to suit his needs, and 
those of his friends...

"Please," her voice broke through her nerves. "Take me 
to your bed!"

Igwe grinned and reached for her hand.

Angel's heart skipped and jumped as Igwe took her by 
the hand to his bedroom. She felt his hand in hers, and 
realised it was the first time her hand had been held 
by anyone other than her husband in nearly 18 years.

Igwe's hand was warm, and strong. She could feel the 
strength of his grip, but also the care taken not to 
crush her own slender hand, in his obvious strength. He 
had consideration, she realised.

Their last two sessions of lovemaking had been frantic 
feverish couplings. If she was going to betray her 
husband, and the vows she made before God and his 
altar, then she wanted a more memorable experience than 
the previous 'ruts'. Exciting as they had been!

She allowed herself to be led to his bedroom, and heart 
seemed ready to beat its way out of her ribcage. She 
felt no cold walking naked in the warm African evening, 
but her nipples had sprouted erect.

Thickening with heat and blood her nipples were 
aroused. She flushed at the thought that if he looked 
Igwe would be able to see how excited she had become.

He opened an oak panelled door, and led Angel in and 
she stopped dead in her tracks. To describe the room as 
opulent would be an understatement. Her attention was 
riveted on the large canopied bed. Dark, varnished, 
carved oak posts marked each corner of the bed. 
Supported by intervening beams, purple cloth seemed to 
shine, and she wondered if it was velvet. It was 
trimmed in gold with tasselled bobs hanging in a 
fringe.

The bed itself was, like Igwe, huge. The coverlet was 
light and airy as befitted the hot climate. To Angel's 
surprise it was a gaily, coloured panorama of African 
flowers.

Igwe led her to it and she happily followed, 
momentarily distracted by the sheer luxury of the 
furnishings.

The coverings were turned down and the sheets seemed to 
shine.

Then Igwe's arm swept around her waist and pulled her 
around into his arms. Angel's searched his face but as 
his lips descended on hers, they closed.

She liked the kiss. She felt safe enveloped in his 
arms. His lips were hot and demanding, and she 
surrendered. Pressing her naked bodily firmly against 
his she wondered at her boldness. Her aroused nipples 
were crushed to the coarseness of his clothing betrayed 
the sexual excitement that fuelled her own desires.

Her lips parted and the she greedily thrust her tongue 
forward for attention. Her black lover was quick to 
join the duel with his own stronger, thicker tongue. 
She squirmed in his arms as she surrendered her mouth, 
in recognition of his alarming demanding male power.

Butterflies flew from her stomach, and a tingling 
sensation flushed her skin. She jumped as his hands 
cupped the soft peach like curves of her naked bottom. 
Firm hands that gripped, squeezed, and pressed her 
against his body.

Igwe enjoyed the soft, warm, round curves in his hand. 
This eager white wife had a full well rounded derriere 
and he relished the soft, smooth white flesh that had 
never been stroked and fondled by black hands until his 
own cupped them.

Her lips were hot and acquiescent as he kissed the 
exciting, beautiful wife of a white man. He enjoyed 
their softness. Tracing the sweet lips with his tongue, 
he sought out her tongue and enjoyed a brief by-play. 
Delighted in the eager response. 

She was hot!

Aroused and excited and he did not care the reason why.

He could feel those full, firm breasts pressed hard 
against, and his cock hardened and lengthened in 
preparation for mounting her.

His hands pulled her hips into his loins. He could feel 
the momentary shock, and brief resistance as she felt 
his hardening cock, then the resistance melted and she 
was pushing back pressing against his loins and 
wriggling her hips in heat against him!

Wanton hussy, she was so excited now he could do as he 
liked with her, but he wanted to cherish and savour the 
breaking of this churchgoing, sexually conservative 
wife.

He wanted her begging for more, wanted her in heat for 
his cock, and her thinking addled. He had months to 
train her, and his friends would help.

Tonight must be special, a night remembered with 
unalloyed joy. A night this woman will remember for the 
rest of her life and bring her back to his bed time and 
time again.

The kinky sex can come later.

With regret his hands left her bottom, much as he 
wanted to pull those cheeks apart and stuff a thumb up 
her back passage, if only to see the shock and alarm on 
her pretty face.

He wanted to push her too her knees and bury his cock 
down her throat and watch her struggle, eyes popping, 
riven by fear as his cock throbbed in her throat.

He restrained his natural impulses.

He tried to imagine Angel on her knees and wanting to 
please him, wanting to take his cock in her throat. 
Wanted to see the fear in her eyes as she watched the 
belt in his hand, and knowing that failure would bring 
pain.

All in good time...that could wait.

His hands instead caressed the soft skin of her back. 
His fingers stroked and moulded the warm white skin. If 
only he could do this in front of his old white boss. 
It would have torn the soul from the former white 
farmer that he had worked for so long ago. 

He would have hated seeing a white woman in the arms of 
a 'black'.

***

He pushed her away, and Angel stepping backwards 
surprised tripped and fell back on the bed. Startled 
she started to get up looking at Igwe in surprise. Then 
she saw him start to unbutton his shirt, and realised 
he was undressing to join her.

She sank back on the bed and then looked up in further 
surprise. The underside of the canopy, hidden by the 
luxurious drapes, was mirrored! Small golden lights 
were in each corner and shone down on to the bed 
creating a soft warm glow.

She had never seen or imagined the like before!

As she lay back on the bed yet another surprise awaited 
her. She found that the shiny sheets felt like cool 
velvet, and she ran her hands over the silky material.

Satin!

These must be satin sheets!

Never in a million years would she have imagined such 
luxury existed in this benighted, half starving, 
landlocked country!

She ran her hands over the sheets and grinned in 
pleasure and delight.

Igwe kept his eyes on her as he undressed.

She was a vision of curvy, healthy loveliness. An 
English rose for him to pluck, savour and despoil.

As his hands worked his clothes he enjoyed the sight of 
her sprawled on his bed. Even now she kept her legs 
together, one half crossing the other as though 
protecting the shrine of her womanhood. Her natural 
shyness was still present even after 18 years of 
marriage.

Married to a man who was not here to enjoy the sight.

Her breasts were full and firm and even lying on her 
back they stood firmly proud of her body. Her legs were 
long and shapely, finely curved. He looked forward to 
exploring the soft warm inner softness currently 
hidden.

Her skin seemed to glow with health, and the lights 
within the canopy of the bed, emphasized the golden tan 
she had acquired over the six months since she had 
arrived.

She was soft, white, and beautiful, and naked in his 
bed. He grinned.

He stripped away the last of his clothes, and watched 
her eyes widen in shock, as they focused on his loins. 
He walked around the bed and her wide eyes followed 
locked on his cock. He was used to this reaction among 
women, especially white women.

She would worry about the size of his cock now that she 
had seen it, and that worry would add to his own 
pleasure when he entered her. Most women seemed to 
worry about the size of his cock the first time they 
saw it. Despite such concerns very few women tried to 
stop him entering them.

On the far side of the bed he leaned over and kissed 
those soft lips. One hand caressed her arm the other 
cupped her cheek, while his lips kissed soft parted 
lips.

He was gentle with her, considerate and comforting as 
his eyes glanced across at those full, white breasts. 
He restrained his desire to grasp and hold them. There 
will be a time when this woman would be impatient to 
feel his strong grasping hands fondling those breasts, 
but now he concentrated on reassuring and arousing this 
nervous pretty white woman.

His tongue traced those soft cherubic lips. When her 
tongue tentatively peeked out, he caught it with his 
own and soon their tongues had begun that magic duel of 
love and lust. 

He could see from the rise and fall of those 
magnificent mounds how excited Angel was becoming. He 
raised his head and looked down into her eyes, she 
gazed back at him breathing heavily.

His hand caressing her arm moved across and cupped a 
firm white mound. He enjoyed the full, firmness. Its 
heat, and the increased fluttering excitement he could 
feel in this aroused woman, pleased him. He lightly 
stroked the underside, then his thumb slid over the 
already thickening nipple. He watched Angel as her 
white teeth nibbled her lower lip, as she tried to 
control her response.

This delightfully attractive woman was like a musical 
instrument and he was happy to play tunes with his 
fingers, lips and tongue that would drive her to sexual 
ecstasy. Married 19 years it had probably been years 
since her husband had paid such detailed attention.

He lowered his head and licked lightly at the aroused 
tip of a nipple, enjoying the jerky excited response. 
He played his tongue around the aureole, then his lips 
closed over the hard nub. He lightly sucked as his 
tongue licked, and he held Angel as she squirmed and 
wriggled in an excited response.

 He cupped her other breast. Held it more firmly and 
squeezed. As he licked one nipple he looked across as 
his free hand squeezed, fondled, and grasped her other 
breast. He enjoyed the contrast of his black hand, 
clasping that full round white breast.

Angel whimpered in excited restrained pleasure beneath 
his working hands and tongue.

He saw that her other nipple had also become fully 
aroused, a little mountain peak of sexual excitement 
waiting for his attention. His head rose from one wet 
excited nipple and descended on fresh untouched pink 
peak. 

The aroused pink nipple was urgently thrust into his 
mouth as he lowered his head over it.

His hand now free stroked lower, caressing the soft 
womanly body of another man's wife, of a white man's 
wife. He suppressed a grin as lips and tongue worked.

His fingers slowly circled and stroked her abdomen. He 
could feel the excited fluttering within and wondered 
at the nervous sexual excitement of this woman that 
only months ago had seemed untouchable, unapproachable.

She was ready and he stood.

***

Angela lying on the bed was riding an emotional 
rollercoaster. The sweet sensation of lips and tongue 
had been exquisite. The hot, wet licking and tonguing 
had driven her senses into overdrive. The strong 
pungent smell of an aroused African male pervaded her 
nose and she breathed it deep.

Igwe was not by any measure a particularly handsome man 
and stripped of his sophisticated clothing he revealed 
a heavy stocky body that reminded her of the strength 
and physical power of her father. Like her father Igwe 
was a successful and well-connected businessmen. She 
shuddered to be making such comparisons. Her racist 
father would have had a seizure if he had known his 
precious daughter was lying naked in a black man's bed.

Angel's thighs closed tight at the thought of her 
father's disapproval.

Igwe stood and Angel's eyes followed as he rose. In her 
position, flat on her back, in his bed, Angel looked up 
in shock at the sight of Igwe's aroused cock!

She had seen horses with smaller cocks!

Her thighs locked even tighter as though a magnet had 
been activated between her knees.

'Noooo...', her words were involuntary.

Her eyes remained locked on that monstrous appendage. 
At a guess she estimated its length at eleven inches 
and shuddered. She had thought her husband's seven 
inches was too long...

It was not just its length. It was thick as well, much 
thicker than her husbands. Her husband's circumscribed 
cock had a thick mushroom cap that made it seem thicker 
that it was but Igwe's rampant masculinity was thicker, 
far thicker.

She would be stretched apart, and her bowels ruptured 
if she allowed such a cock to penetrate.

She shuddered, a deep shudder that seemed to radiate up 
her spine and set off more tingling.

She stared. Had she really already taken the length and 
thickness twice inside her already! It did not seem 
possible.

While her thighs seemed locked together, another part 
of her anatomy safe and secure between those golden 
skinned shapely thighs throbbed and pulsed. Liquid heat 
enveloped her loins and leaked hot wetness onto the 
satin sheets.

Mind and body were far apart, with fear and disbelief 
dominating her thoughts. While her shapely white body 
shimmied and wriggled. Angel failed to suppress her 
rising excited.

Angel flushed pink at the realisation that without any 
touch or attention her preciously protected womanhood 
had flowered open. As though a flower seeking the sun 
her hidden parts were ready, and hot with anticipation 
for that which her eyes said was impossible...

It had been many years since she had been so 
aroused...and it was another man's cock that had done 
it. A black cock. She trembled with mixed emotions 
fighting her conscience and her shame as a rapid dose 
of guilt flashed through her emotions.

The last two times had been accidents. Igwe had taken 
advantage. Indeed last time she had said 'No' and he 
had taken her anyway. She shuddered at the exciting 
memory of being forcefully taken, and the exotic 
twisted pleasure she had experienced.

This time she was lying naked in his bed. If she 
allowed him to make love to her there could be no 
excuses.

She would be an adulteress. 

Those who found out would see her as a tramp.

The local white community that over the last six months 
they had slowly become part of would ostracise the 
whole family if Angel let Igwe continue...

Her eyes widened as Igwe's cock seemed to throb and 
pulse, surely it could not get longer or thicker? Her 
eyes were riveted on it as he moved. Watching it bob 
and throb.

Her guilt's bounced back. She had married Mark in 
Church. Before an altar and witnessed by God she had 
sworn an oath of fidelity... 

***

Igwe reached down and slid his dark hand between those 
golden tanned, silky thighs. He enjoyed the warmth, the 
silky softness, the shapely curves. He ran his hand 
higher, enjoying the incredible pleasure of feeling up 
a delightful and beautiful white woman.

"Come on, honey," he looked at her eyes. It was like 
watching a tormented soul battling within.

Then her thighs fell apart and he climbed between them.

He wasted no time. She was thoroughly aroused and his 
own cock bursting with need and lust.

He reached down to slide its thick head between hot wet 
silky labia, and positioned himself.

He reached up and grasped her hair and pulled her head 
up and back so he could stare into her eyes.

Then he pushed.

It was one of the most deeply satisfying moments of any 
sexual experience. To thrust into the hot desiring 
sheath of the pretty wife of a white man.

He watched her eyes as he thrust.

Watched as the turmoil evaporated to be replaced by 
excitement.

He thrust deeper.

He levered his body.

Her pussy was like a tight sheath with rings of 
clasping muscle to push through. He raised his hips and 
thrust hard.

Angel gasped.

His transferred his weight to his elbows, and thrust 
forward into that delightfully tight hot sheath.

Angel wailed, unable to control herself. Urgently she 
bit down on her lip to try and contain the wicked 
pleasure of being fucked by such a cock.

Igwe savoured the hot tight resistance. Each forward 
thrust seemed to push through and aside a fresh tight 
ring of vaginal muscle. This was what he loved about 
white women their sexual excitement provided the 
lubrication, but there were not prepared or ready to 
receive his length and girth.

He looked down into Angel's pretty face and enjoyed the 
look of shocked concern as he pushed deeper. There was 
a slight taint of fear in her, reflected in the tight 
grip on his arms as he pushed the long thick length of 
his black cock into her white womanhood.

18 years of marriage and three children had not 
prepared for such a penetration into her private 
sanctuary.

He brought his large hands up and gripped those white 
shoulders. Taking a firm hold he thrust harder and 
watched eyes widen. He shuffled his position. As his 
cock sunk deeper, he needed to bunch up, bring his 
knees higher. His hips pushed at the open door of soft 
white thighs and they parted further.

He grinned.

He paused, flexing his cock, savouring the hot grip on 
his throbbing cock. He gave her time to become 
accustomed to his size, but not too long. He had no 
intention of allowing this white woman to ever fall 
again into a sexual comfort zone.

He looked again and her eyes were on his face. He 
smiled, and she smiled back. He flexed his cock and 
enjoyed the spasm of pleasure on her face. She may have 
some fear, but she wanted this!

He would teach her fear. 

Teach her to enjoy pain.

Teach her to submit and enjoy.

This woman had forgotten her womanhood. Too many crazy 
western notions that corrupted her understanding of her 
role to please men.

He flexed his cock and again and delighted to seeing 
the pleasure it gave her.

He released his grip on her shoulder to cup her cheek, 
to slightly caress the soft white cheek, with his dark 
hand. She looked startled than turned and rubbed her 
cheek, nuzzling his hand.

"You've done this before Angel?"

She looked at him. He could see her confused thoughts. 
Her thinking was already addled by sexual need.

"How many men have fucked you since you married Mark?"

She looked shocked and shook her head.

He flexed and edged his hips from side to side. Her 
eyes flickered out of concentration at his movement.

"Never! ... I've never... never... not with anyone but 
Mark."

"Really. Is mine really only the second cock you have 
experienced?"

Angel bit her lip as she felt Igwe's cock moving inside 
her. Her concentration on his words battered by the 
extra-ordinary sensations flooding her loins. Her naive 
innocence delighted him.

He leaned over her and returned to grip her shoulders. 
He could see she knew what was coming and alarm briefly 
crossed her features. 

He thrust.

He pushed, pulled, and thrust.

Angel squealed beneath him.

It seemed as though his cock had burst through her 
vagina, and into her womb. Her body was tightly 
gripping him now, as her fear at the depth of his entry 
seemed to clamp at his cock.

He was not finished yet. He was not fully embedded in 
her. He heaved his body over hers, and felt that 
submissive give underneath his weight as her thighs 
seemed to splay wider. Her loins were totally open to 
his thrusting black body.

The wide-open look and shock in her eyes pleased him. 

He thrust again and she screamed beneath him.

Her tightness around the end of his cock seemed to 
relax and disappear as he pushed the last of his eleven 
inch cock into her. Had he pushed through to her womb? 
Unlikely but it felt that way. When his seed spurted 
into her at this depth she would go into another shock!

Angel gripped Igwe's shoulders tight as more of that 
monstrous cock went into her. She had never felt so 
conscious of being penetrated. Even the last two urgent 
couplings could not match lying on her back, legs 
spread, while he pushed in. 

It just seemed to keep on coming. 

It was so thick as well. She could not remember being 
so stretched. Could his cock be even bigger tonight 
than before?

Then she felt the soft slap of his testicle slapping 
against her loins. She shivered at the realisation he 
must be all the way in. She could start to relax.

Then he moved backwards and the sensation that 
overwhelmed her gripping inner muscled was too much!

"Arrrghh...Oh God...Oooohh!"

Igwe grinned and thrust back in.

The woman beneath him seemed to spasm.

He paused to give her a bit more time to adjust and 
relished the soft, warmth, of curvy white woman beneath 
him. He lowered his body on top of her and relished the 
pressure of hard aroused nipples.

His body pressed down and crushed against his chest 
full, remarkably firm breasts. He relaxed his grip on 
her shoulders looking down at the remarkable whiteness 
marred slightly by the red markings of his grip.

He kissed her forehead, and she looked up. He kissed 
her eyes, and her pert nose. Her lips rose to meet his 
and he kissed the passion swollen lips of another man's 
wife. 

His cock twitched and throbbed inside her in response 
to his wicked thoughts.

Their lips locked. Her eyes were closed and he savoured 
the eager passionate kiss. When he pressed with his 
tongue, there was nothing submissive about the greedy 
sucking on his probing tongue.

He flexed his hips and pulled back, enjoying the wail 
that burst from the lips clasped to his.

He thrust hard and the wail, turned into a whimper.

It was time to start breaking her in...

***

The next fifteen minutes were permanently blotted from 
Angel's memory. All she remembered was sensation. 
Slithering hot action between her legs. Sensation on 
incredible sensation! With a bruised and battered 
pussy, and breathless crushed lungs she looked up into 
Igwe's face. The feel of his hot sperm spurting deep 
inside was only just receding. The hot spurts had 
triggered her own orgasm. Though the last fifteen 
minutes had seemed like one electrifying orgasm.

She had forgotten...forgotten that sex could be like 
that. 

So long since their honeymoon!

She relaxed her arms, so tightly clasped around Igwe. 
She stroked his strong arms, and marvelled that a 
middle-aged businessman could have such obvious 
strength in his arms.

She couldn't speak. Her thoughts were turbulent and her 
body relaxing from its recent peak.

She looked at Igwe. He seemed relaxed. There was no 
sign of the sweat that seemed to pour from her own 
brow. His breathing was calm and collected.

She had to remind herself that he had also just had an 
orgasm. The evidence she could feel deep inside her. 
She could not recall such evidence of a man's spend 
inside her being so noticeable before! It seemed so 
slow to be absorbed.

Thank God she was on the pill!

She relaxed her thighs, only just noticing how hard 
they were hugging the magnificent black male animal 
that had brought her to such an unexpected pleasure.

Animal! She liked the idea. He was so calm and 
collected. Hardly the black animal that so many local 
white people accused all Africans of being!

But the feel of his heavy thrusting body and his 
surging cock thrusting into her had been an experience 
she had not expected.

***

Igwe reached down and give her light kiss on her lips.

"Ok honey?"

"Yes, it was wonderful," she nodded smiling up at Igwe.

"I'll just let you get your breath, and we will started 
properly."

Angel looked up alarmed. Her pussy clamped on the thick 
length still inside her and she realised it was still 
hard!!

"I've already come." She looked up at Igwe.

"I noticed, but the night is early..."

Angel looked shocked.

"You don't understand I have already come...I only come 
once in a night."

Igwe laughed. It was a deep roaring laugh. Angela felt 
his cock twitch and jerk inside. She clamped it tight 
with her inner muscles alarmed at its movement inside 
her still oversensitive pussy. 

"You don't...I can't...its just not right to 'do it' 
twice!"

Igwe grinned as he looked down into her flushed 
beautiful face.

Churchgoing women! He loved them! They were so much fun 
to turn out. He had almost forgotten this Englishwoman 
had a strong deep catholic faith. There was much talk 
among his friends that convent-educated girls made the 
best sluts. They had no proof of that, but they had 
read such theories in imported magazines.

"And is it 'right' to allow a man who is not your 
husband to fuck you?"

He enjoyed the way her face turned pink.

***

She sought to push him away, but he grasped her hands 
and pulled them high above her head. He braced himself 
between white thighs that were trying to push him away.

"No...not again."

He grinned and thrust slowly back in.

He watched her eyes roll, and she struggled against 
him.

He held her hands firmly above her head with his hands. 
He pushed apart those tanned golden thighs with his 
body and pressed deeper.

"Ooooooh!...Noooo!...please...its too much."

She was hot, wet, and now thoroughly lubricated.

His cock slid easily through the feebly resisting inner 
muscles.

He watched her head flop from side to side as he pulled 
back.

Her whimpering excited moan delighted him, and he 
thrust.

Her head jerked back and she yelped.

He grinned. This was so much fun, and even lubricated 
her pussy was still tight around his cock.

"Now honey, now we fuck..."

***

A deep moan seemed to rise up from deep within her as 
Igwe's long thick black cock throbbed, pulsed, thrust 
and slid inside her.

Angel struggled to remain conscious as the sensations 
overwhelmed her. It was too good, just too good to be 
real.

She was held pinned to the bed by the strength of the 
black man above and it seemed to release a deep 
suppressed emotion inside her. 

He wanted and was going to take her again even when she 
had told him No!

She reached up and clasped him too her, her shapely 
tanned legs flexed, stretched, then wrapped around him.

"Oh God... Oh God... Oh God!" Her exclamations matched 
his thrusts. Then his hand wrapped in her hair and 
jerked sharply on her hair. Pulling her head towards 
his Angel was surprised to see an angry look in his 
eyes"

"Forget your God when you are in my bed!"

Angel looked alarmed, but as the sensation of fucking 
receded she felt keenly the drop in sensations between 
her legs. Another fear engulfed her. 

"You made a vow before your God when you married your 
husband!"

Angel stared at him, confused, perplexed, and horny.

"You left your God when you broke those vows and came 
to my bed!"

Angel swallowed, acutely conscious that he was right, 
even as her pussy muscles gripped and clasped his cock 
to squeeze pleasure from it.

"Or do you want me to stop?"

Panic flashed across the flushed features of the 
aroused woman beneath him. Then her hips humped and 
ground frantically against him.

"Please...don't stop now... oh please," her eyes were 
wide and full.

He grinned and crushed her lips with his own. His body 
seemed to move into overdrive above her as he crushed 
her softness with heavy thrusting drives, enjoying the 
excited, shuddering, warm rounded body beneath him.

The mating dance began again with renewed passionate 
participation on the part of Angel eager to enjoy her 
new heightened awareness.

She was stretched.

She was full to bursting with male cock.

Her womb felt penetrated by its length and she shivered 
at the thought of just how deep inside her this man's 
seed would erupt.

She clung to him, trying to keep pace with his hard 
exciting thrusts.

She felt overwhelmed with sensation.

Her eyes closed and she hung on as the magnificent 
black animal that was her lover pounded his passion and 
desire into her.

Lover!

The thought galvanised her with its reality.

She had a lover!

How wicked!

She felt an illicit thrill surge through her as she 
realised her life had passed into a new phase.

Not just a lover...a big cocked black man!

A big dominant black male had burst into her life and 
she wanted nothing more than to spread wide and receive 
his passion.

Thoughts evaporated as sensations radiated out from her 
loins extinguishing all rational thinking.

***

Igwe above her ground and thrust into hot wet 
tightness, he felt the beautiful white woman below him 
shiver and shake as he urgently thrust. This was not 
the time for caring considerate lovemaking.

This was the time for uncontrolled fucking!

He gripped those creamy white shoulders to hold her in 
position and thrust up into her firmly, delighting in 
the way she jerked and bucked when he went in deep.

He savoured those clasping muscles seeking to cling to 
his cock as he withdrew. Then the increasingly easy 
acceptance of his thrust as he surged back in.

She was trembling beneath him and he knew she would not 
be able to restrain herself much longer. He held back 
his own excitement. Determined to bring her to new 
uncharted peaks of excitement.

Then she seemed to jump in his arms and her legs flew 
high and wide as she wailed her orgasm.

"Oooooh... oh... oh... oh... God!"

He barely slowed his pace.

"No... enough... too much..."

He grinned as he barely slowed his urgent thrusts.

"Urgh!" Oh please no more... I can't take any more!"

Igwe grinned his delight, held her firm and continued 
his pounding.

She wriggled excitedly beneath as she tried to push him 
off, but he was determined that to teach her that sex 
with him was not a once a night affair as it seemed to 
be with her husband!

"Oooooh! ... Oooooh! ... Ooooogh! ... stop... it's too 
intense!"

He swung his hips in slow thrusting circles as he 
pushed on and Angel's head fell back and she went into 
a paroxysm of spasm and jerks.

"Aaaaarrrrrrrgh." 

Angel screamed her excitement. 

Igwe relished her soft squirming curves and held her 
close, as he continued a determined systematic pumping 
between those exquisitely tanned golden thighs! 

"Mercy! Mercy! It's too much!"

Igwe enjoyed the excitement of the woman beneath him. 
She would be coming back for more of this! When she did 
her would demand some 'extras' from her. Extras to test 
her resolve and strain her churchgoing ethics.

His hands reached down to firmly grip the well-rounded 
curves of her bottom. He could imagine how her eyes 
would widen and panic as he thrust eleven inches of 
thick black cock into the curvy bottom clasped in his 
hands!

He preferred to break in young and innocent white 
girls. 

Virgins preferably! 

Finding white virgins deep in the heart of Africa was 
wishful thinking! Though they did arrive now and then 
accompanying unsuspecting parents who had not realised 
how the African climate and culture eroded morals and 
that African men were so sexually aggressive and 
determined. 

Those newly arrived fresh faced innocent teenagers 
walking down to explore the shops as though she was 
venturing into any other shopping precinct in England 
or America were so unprepared for African males...and 
so naive about their own burgeoning sexuality.

Angel went into fresh paroxysm below him, and her wails 
and descended into a whimpering protest as orgasm after 
orgasm rolled through her.

He grinned thrust and spurted, sending her into an even 
more prolonged bout of shivering and shaking. It was so 
easy to persuade these women to part their legs and 
accept the risk of impregnation in return for frantic 
lovemaking.

Angel was not a fresh faced teenager. But she was so 
sexually innocent.

***

Angel lay on her back. Her breasts rising and falling 
rapidly as she sought to gather her senses and recover 
her thoughts.

She had, she realised, just experienced the fabled 
multiple orgasm. She had never really believed it was 
possible!

Dismissed it as a myth!

It had been too intense! She had always pushed Mark 
away when sex got out of control.

Igwe was too strong and powerful for that. She had felt 
helpless beneath his thrusting and driving manhood. It 
had been so different.

She looked across the bed at him. Lying there calm and 
collected, while Angel tingled and throbbed. The 
excitement slowly receding.

"I suppose we can expect the honk of your husband's car 
shortly."

Angel looked at him, and he nodded across to a bedside 
clock. It was 9.30 am. The usual time her husband 
picked her up.

She smiled and looked up, startled to see herself in 
the forgotten mirror above the bed. She felt radiant, 
and the mirror reflected her glowing satisfied, if 
dishevelled state. She grinned a silly grin, then 
looked back at a bemused Igwe.

She rolled over on to her side, and enjoyed the way his 
eyes dropped to her full firm breasts. Married 18 years 
with 3 children and still she could arouse lust in a 
man. She grinned that silly uncontrolled grin.

Then her eyes dropped to his cock. Even now after he 
had pumped his seed twice into her it lay there across 
his stomach. It was thick and so long. Yucky with their 
combined juices.

She hesitated then reached across and took it in her 
hand.

She had never handled her husband's sticky her cock 
after sex, but Igwe's cock was so extra-ordinary!

She took it into her hand and enjoyed its throbbing 
warmth. Squeezing its thickness. She and her friends 
had talked of big cocks, and Angel had boasted of her 
husband's size. Igwe's cock was myth like. Enormously 
long, and she shivered her pleasure as it responded to 
her touch. Even now it was thickening and lengthening 
again!

She cuddled closer to Igwe, savouring his sweaty 
maleness. He was looking at her with a strange look in 
his eyes. She smiled her best sweetest smile. The one 
she normally reserved for her catholic priest after the 
Sunday sermon.

She leaned closer and nuzzled Igwe's cheek, using her 
own face to push his to one side. Then her tongue 
snaked out and she slowly licked the lobe of his ear.

She grinned at the spasm that seemed to wrack his cock 
in her soft white hand. The sudden jerking thickening 
as he became aroused again excited her.

She paused a moment, then slipped the tip of her tongue 
inside his ear, licking, twisting her tongue to match 
the curving inner ear.

She breathed hot breath in his ear, and squeezed his 
cock with her hand.

She pulled back a moment and looked down at him 
grinning.

"I told my husband to pick me up at 10.30 tonight," her 
voice softly whispered.

She watched the grin spread across Igwe's dark 
features.

Then she giggled like a girl as he rolled her over and 
climbed on top of her again. Her hand grasped his cock 
tightly as he rolled between her eagerly spread thighs 
and she excitedly guided it home. 

She looked up as her entered her again, and grinned at 
the mirror above.

Igwe's magnificent black body seemed to roll and 
thrust, twist and turn. She looked at his buttocks in 
the mirror and watched them flex and relax as he thrust 
into her.

The grin on her face was out of control as she reached 
around him and clasped those black thrusting muscles. 
She looked in the mirror and watched her white hands 
grasp those hard black curves and pull him closer. She 
watched as she stretched her legs wide, delighting in 
the wicked sight of her long shapely white legs spread 
wide for the thrusting, rolling black body between 
them.

Then her eyes rolled back as the sight and feel of 
being fucked by this black animal began to overwhelm 
her yet again.

It was a long, incredibly long forty five minutes later 
that Igwe exploded inside.

 Forty five glorious breathtaking minutes of pulsing 
sexual nirvana. Nothing in her experience of life had 
prepared for the relentless driving sexual lust of 
Igwe, and she loved it. Loved the experience, the 
sensations, the power of his body and the stamina and 
male force he exerted in taking her.

She was confused, if sated.

The blast of a car horn shattered her relaxed musings. 
Her husband was here!

She jumped to her feet reflexively grabbing her 
clothes. She rushed and fumbled as she sought to dress 
herself.

Igwe lay back, grinning at her panicked rush to dress, 
enjoying her discomfiture. She looked at him 
apologetically, then flushed to think she was 
apologising to her lover. Then grinned at the thought 
that she did indeed have a lover!

"Wait!" Igwe's command halted her as she headed for the 
bedroom door.

She looked back at him lying at his ease, naked on his 
bed. His black body seemed to have an oily sheen from 
the mixed sweat of their passion. Her eyes were drawn 
as though by a magnet to his incredible cock.

"Lick me clean before you go." His eyes nodded down to 
his cock, with unmistakable intent.

Angel face transformed to a look of horror and 
distaste.

"Yuck! That's perverted!"

Then she turned and left, the sound of Igwe's deep 
laugh reverberating in her ears as she fled.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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