I'm a businesswoman. African. living in the capital of a southern African country. Although I'm forty-three I am in very good shape. If people guess my age they never guess higher than 32, some even think I'm in my twenties. I have to go away on trips quite a bit, for anything from one to four nights. I have one teenage son, whom I had by Caesarean, which is maybe why I'm still in such good shape. However my husband doesn't mind looking after him while I'm away. On my husband, well, after fifteen years our love life is satisfactory but not any more than that.

My last trip was for two nights to a town about three hundred kilometres from where I live. Guest houses are usually rather primitive in this country, the food's awful, but what I usually do is have a drink or two and stay in my room and work on my computer or smart phone. Anyway on the first night at dinner I noticed a white man that I recognised as I have seen him in our local supermarket a few times. He is friendly and often says hello, and seemed very nice. He looks as if he's in his thirties. I have seen him with a white woman once or twice whom I assumed was his wife. Anyway on the first evening the man recognised me too, and we exchanged names. We'd never spoken before. As usual I ate, had a drink or two then went to my room.

Now the door on my room was a bit strange - you could push it closed and it sounded as if it had shut properly, but actually the lock would sort of push the door back open unless you were very careful to shut it properly. So I went into my room, pushed the door then took my shoes off with my back to the door. I was wearing panties, a skirt and a short blouse. I took off the skirt and panties and dropped them on the floor, then turned round, totally naked from the waist down, to find that the door had swung wide open and that my new acquaintance was just walking past. I saw the look of surprise on his face and said "Oh my God, I'm sorry - this door doesn't shut properly!" and hurried to shut the door. He said "Oh don't worry. That's the nicest view I've had since last Christmas." I was highly embarrassed, but also rather flattered by what he said, as I suppose at my age we don't get that many compliments from our husbands.

Anyway I didn't see him the next morning, but he was at dinner again, this time with another younger white man, whom he introduced as his brother. I went through my usual routine, of going to my room, and as I left I heard him say to his brother "I think I'll head off to bed in minute or two. I'm tired." I don't know what got into me to do this, as I've never really even looked at another man before, but I decided to give him another peep. I went into my room, took off my blouse and skirt, and just left my thong panties, bra and high heels on, then waited until I heard his footsteps coming along the corridor. Then I turned my back to the door, so it would look as though I hadn't noticed it was open, and pretended to busy myself with folding my skirt. This way as he passed he would have a great view of my really fine butt, and again it would look as though it was an accident.

But that isn't what happened. This time he paused in the doorway, and said "Wow, another fine view." I pretended to gasp and whirled round as if I was surprised, but he came in and very tenderly took me in his arms and kissed my lips. I let it happen, thinking I could stop it at any time, but as his hands began to feel my breasts and ass and go into my thong to find my pussy I realised I didn't want to stop him. He took his shirt and shoes off, and the next thing I felt his very erect penis sticking out of his flies. He pushed me gently onto the bed, and after fingering me to the point where I almost came, he slid my thong aside and entered me. I tried to kick the door shut with my foot as I opened my legs, and thought that this time I had kicked it hard enough. Very soon I stopped thinking about it, as I came, and as he kept fucking me with long, slow but hard strokes I came again, only a few seconds before he did. I even realised that if he'd continued I'd have come a third time.

Afterwards he kissed me and said "That was something else! You really are the greatest!" I laughed, and then to my horror noticed that in fact my kick had not shut the door, which was wide open. "For God's sake shut that damned door," I said and we got up and shut it. He said 'I'd better go back to my room, or my brother'll be wondering where I am. Maybe I could come back later?" I didn't want to sound like too much of a horny slut pushover so I just said 'Maybe." Anyway he did come back at about four in the morning. We had sex again, and it was great, and again I came twice. He told me the woman I'd seen him with in the supermarket is his wife, and they have no children, and the relationship has grown "a bit stale" was how he put it. He said he has a small farm about ten kilometres further out of the city from where I live, and gave me his number, and said "Maybe we can meet up again, but call me first." Then he went back to the room he shared with his brother.

The next morning at breakfast he had left already, but his brother was there. He said "Hello", smiled, then said "I see you and my brother enjoyed yourselves last night." I said "What do you mean?" and he said "Well you did leave the door wide open you know, and the pair of you were very busy when I passed." I found this very embarrassing, and just said "I hope no-one else saw," and he said "I don't think so. I was the only one around at that time." Then he propositioned me himself - saying I was really attractive, and he wouldn't mind making love to me, as he put it. In order to hide my embarrassment I just said "Oh well, thanks I appreciate the offer, but I'd have to think about it." They both left that morning, and I was left thinking about what I'd done.

So a few weeks went by, and my husband went away on a trip for few days. I'd been thinking about this man and the great sex we'd had, so I gave him a call on the first day my husband was away. He invited me to come over the next day in the morning at about nine o'clock, and I agreed. I found his farm which was quite small. He had cows on it, and a nice modern farmhouse. I went in and he kissed me very nicely as he had before, and we began to get down to business straight away in his living room. He told me his wife was away shopping, he'd told his maid to do some work at the far end of the garden, and he locked the door. I stripped down to my shoes, bras and panties and he stripped naked. I sucked his cock, and he pushed me on my back, then the next thing I heard was a key turning in the lock, and his brother came in.

"What's he doing here?" I said. "Well, he watched us before and you didn't mind, plus you said you'd think about doing him too!" "I didn't know1" I said, but he just laughed and ripped my panties apart at the crotch, pushed me on my back on the floor and began r****g me. I say r**e, but after a while it began to feel enjoyable, and somehow the knowledge the brother was watching was even more exciting. I had orgasm after orgasm, and began squealing "Oh my God! Oh my God!" over and over again. Then he came inside me, and while this had been happening I saw the brother undressing - and he had a very big cock. The brother then lay down on his back on the floor beside us, and when his brother pulled out of me said "Come on, ride this," indicating his big cock which was now sticking up in the air. I got up, not really sure what to do, but the first guy pulled me over and said "Come on you can't leave him hanging!" so I straddled him and lowered myself onto that cock. It felt great, and I was moving myself up and down on it when the door opened again and a white woman in her thirties came in accompanied by a boy who looked about sixteen. "What the hell's this black bitch doing pumping up and down on my brother?" she said. I started getting up, but she started whacking me on the ass with a cane she was carrying. I thought she was angry at first, but realised she was saying "Come on, you can't just leave him hanging, get back on him and finish him off 0- and you'd better hope his wife doesn't come round," whacking my ass painfully with the cane the whole time. So I got back down on him, not seeing any real alternative and began pumping him again. She appeared with some scissors and cut the rags of my panties off me, saying "I don't think she needs these." Soon her brother grabbed both my buttocks with his hands and began banging me hard, and I felt him come inside me.

I realised that this situation was now way out of control, and even more so when she said to the boy (who was her son) "How about you, would you like a go on her?" "Yes," he said. "Did you both fuck her?" she asked her brothers, and then said, "We'd better wash her out then." They pushed me into a bathroom and made me kneel in the bath while they attached some kind of tube apparatus to the taps, then made me bend forward while they stuck it up my vagina, and I felt cold water swilling me out. Then they brought me out to the living room again, and said 'She's all yours," to the boy, who promptly said 'I want to see her tits." "Take your bra off," said the woman, but I said "No." "Don't get bloody cheeky, you slut," said the woman, and she picked up the cane and gave it to the boy, who promptly began whacking me across the buttocks with it. In the meantime she approached me from behind with the scissors and cut my bra off me. "If he says he wants your tits, you let him have your tits," she said. "They're not very big," said the boy, as he began feeling them. Then they took me into a bedroom laid me on the bed, and pushed my legs back. The boy approached between my legs, and had a good look at my pussy, pushing the lips apart with his fingers, then feeling my breasts. Finally he got his cock out and said 'I don't want anyone watching," so the others left, after the woman said to me "Now you make sure you co-operate properly." I was too frightened to do anything else, and the boy mounted me and fucked me, rather painfully at first as the water had removed all my natural lubrication. However about halfway through he began to kiss me on the mouth, and I began to feel my body responding, and I actually came once before he finished. At the end he said "I think you can go now." I left the room, put my skirt and blouse on, and saw they were laying the table for some food. I wasn't sure if they were going to offer me anything, but the woman saw me looking and said "Are you still here?" so I left. Later I realised that they'd set it all up to humiliate me, but I can hardly tell my husband, I can't go to the police to complain about being r**ed, and I doubt if a pastor would understand, as I hardly understand it all myself.

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by Anonymous on Dec 15, 2017 at 12:55 AM

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by Anonymous on Dec 15, 2017 at 11:28 AM

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