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  The Africa Affair: An Interracial Cuckold Story

  By Lars Aimes

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

  ©2017, Lars Aimes. No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without prior written consent from the author with the exception of a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.

  This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some folks might find offensive. Please keep out of reach of children.

  Please note that all scenes depicted in this work of fiction are entirely consensual to all concerned parties.

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  The Africa Affair: An Interracial Cuckold Story

  Chapter 1

  Africa wasn’t exactly my first choice of destination for a holiday trip. Sure it was hot, which made it a great escape from the cold winter of the American Midwest – but it wasn’t as safe or as tourist–friendly as the old familiar tourist haunts.

  When I suggested to my wife, Jessica, that we travel together to Hawaii for our annual February vacation, she rolled her eyes at me. “Not again,” she said. “We’ve been there what – five times now? You need to do better this time. Come on.”

  I sat down at the computer and a few clicks later, I called her over to see a video that showcased life on a safari in Kenya. The trip was just the thing we needed in our lives – a little piece of adventure in a far–off place. Jessica could barely hide the smile when I suggested it to her.

  “Satisfactory,” she said. “But don’t fuck up the airline reservations.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want something a little..safer?” I asked. “How about Spain?”

  Jessica put on a little pouty face and shook her head. A harsh angry silence descended over the room and I knew it was either an African safari or I would be sleeping in the garage again tonight. Twenty minutes later, I had the airline tickets printed out.

  Her little smile faded when she looked at them. “You’re so stupid,” she said. “We are NOT flying economy all the way to Africa.”

  I had fucked up again. A few adamant apologies later and a call to the airline to change our tickets to first class were barely enough to get her speaking to me again. When it was all over, I leaned in towards her and pointed to my cheek.

  “If you think I’m going to kiss you after all that, you’re dreaming,” she said. “The blankets are on the couch. I’m going to bed.”

  Six weeks later, we had finished the first leg of our trip and were making a connecting flight from New York to Nairobi. Jessica and I walked down the ramp towards the waiting 777 aircraft that would usher us to our African adventure. Both of us were in high spirits.

  “Can you believe we’re flying first class all the way to Africa?” said Jessica. “It’s incredible!”

  I didn’t answer her but I knew that my enormous credit card statement could attest to the fact that yes, we were doing just that. Yet another maxed out card sat uselessly in my wallet.

  The cabin attendants stood at the entrance to the plane, nodding at us and smiling as we approached. “Good morning!” they said, greeting us. One of them was a large black man who cradled a large basket of orange roses.

  As Jessica stepped up to the threshold, he picked out the largest flower from the basket and offered it to her with a big smile.

  “Ma’am?” he said.

  Jessica took the flower, held it to her nose, and inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes and gave a little squeal of delight. “What is it? Are these flowers from Kenya?”

  The flight attendant grinned. “They’re called Euphoria. Very good smell.”

  She lifted it to her nose and inhaled deeply. “Mmmmm,” she said. “I can already smell Africa from here.” She stopped for a moment and stared up at the flight attendant as if she had suddenly noticed him. Her big eyes lingered on his broad dark face.

  “Can I show you to your seat?” he asked. He stuck out a large hand with fingers that were as big as sausages. He presented his open palm to her. Jessica paused for a moment and smiled before putting her dainty hand in his.

  The big man chuckled. “I was hoping you would put your boarding pass in my hand, ma’am. But that’s okay.” He flashed a mouthful of big white perfect teeth at us and closed his hand on Jessica’s hand.

  I dug out the passes from my pocket and presented them to him. The big black man peered at them and nodded.

  Jessica blushed, a deep crimson filling her cheeks. She giggled. “I’m so sorry,” she said while peering at his nametag. “You’re just so handsome and charming…Thomas?”

  “It’s a common problem for me,” he said. We laughed and Thomas led us past the first couple of wide rows of plush first class seats. We finally arrived at our seats. They looked almost like a cubicle of comfort. For the next eight hours, we would have our own little world with little concern for things like legroom or cramped conditions like the miserable peasants in economy.

  “He’s so charming and handsome,” said Jessica as we sat down. I scanned the movie selection as the jet engines to spool up. When it was time for the safety briefing, Thomas stood beside Jessica. I noticed her head was turned towards him and she was staring at his crotch the entire time. Thomas had a big smile on his face as if he knew the funniest joke in the world but refused to tell it.

  The safety briefing ended and Jessica’s gaze followed Thomas back to the galley, where he would sit for takeoff. The plane gathered speed and ascended through a layer of dreary cloud. We were finally above the clouds where the blue skies could be seen out the cabin windows. I thought my heart rate would slow down at last but the hammering in my chest wouldn’t stop.

  I kept thinking about Jessica and Thomas, wondering what it might be like to watch them fuck. We’d played around with cuckolding before and we both loved it. But she had never had a black guy before. The idea of her little wet cunt getting filled to the brim by a huge dark cock was enough to make me hard.

  Two hours into the trip, we had eaten and the usual race for the bathrooms had finally ceased. Thomas kneeled down beside Jessica, talking to her softly. I had no idea what they were saying to each other but my wife was laughing at almost everything he said. She found little excuses to touch his broad face and big arms.

  The cabin went dark to allow passengers to sleep. I turned on my light, engrossed in the book I was reading. As I flipped the page, I heard a soft little moan from where Jessica was sitting. Peering over, I saw the blanket she had draped over her body. Thomas’s arm disappeared underneath it. Somewhere near Jessica’s crotch, I saw the blanket shift and move.

  Jessica’s eyes were closed and she let out another soft moan and then a sigh. Thomas looked at me with wide eyes. The blanket stopped moving.

  Jessica looked at him and then me. She nearly burst out laughing. She whispered something in Thomas’s ear and he chuckled then pointed at me.

  “We’re going to the lavatory,” she told me. “You can come if you want,” she added.

  It was on like Donkey Kong.

  Chapter 2

  Without bothering to wait for a reply, she got up to go the bathroom. Thomas followed her in a minute later. I waited for a few minutes, my excitement growing. Then I rushed towards the bathroom, opened the door quickly and locked it behind me.

  The lavatory was small but it was a far cry from the cramped conditions of an economy class bathroom. The three of us fit in snugly. I sat on the toilet while Thomas leaned against the sink. Jessica worked quickly,
tugging at Thomas’s belt. The buckle jingled as it fell open and she cursed softly to herself as she pulled down on his zipper.

  After a few aborted attempts, his fly came down. When she reached inside his pants, her eyes went wide with surprise and delight. Thomas breathed hard as she fumbled with his dick. She pulled feverishly on it and angled it out of his pants. It was massive.

  Jessica smiled broadly and stared up at Thomas.

  “How the hell am I going to fit this thing in my mouth?” she said.

  Thomas shrugged. “It’s a common problem for me.”

  My wife shook her head. “It’s enormous.”

  She wriggled out the rest of Thomas’s large cock, trying her best to balance speed with the desire not to hurt him. I chuckled a little to myself in shock and horror as the monster cock emerged.

  It dangled lazily to the ground thanks to its sheer mass and weight. I immediately became aware of my biggest inadequacy.

  “This is way bigger than my husband’s tiny dick,” she told Thomas. I sat there looking down at the pathetic little bulge in my pants. The shame fell on me. It reminded me, as Jessica was always nice enough to point out, that I would never be good enough for her. Never be good enough for any woman. What Jessica had done for me was a huge favor. I swallowed hard and let the sense of humiliation eat deep into my heart until a frozen sort of numbness took hold.

  “Your husband has a tiny dick?” asked Thomas.

  “Tell him,” said Jessica. I watched her little hand wrap around Thomas’s giant cock. She stroked it lightly and kissed the tip. “Tell him,” she said again, this time a commandment. Her eyes were deep and dark and full of craving.

  “It’s true, Thomas,” I said. “My penis is too small to satisfy my wife.”

  The plane bucked slightly with the onset of turbulence. Thomas looked around and held a hand up to shush me even though I was already finished speaking. “If that seat belt light comes on…,” he said.

  Jessica reached into Thomas’s unzipped crotch and moved her hand around, feeling his balls. I watched the little muscles in her forearm dance, knowing that her fingers were playing with his huge black testicles.

  The ride smoothed out a few seconds later and Thomas relaxed his shoulders. A little smile spread across his face. “What else your husband got a problem with?” he asked. “This little white boy got a little dick and what else?”

  Jessica’s mouth explored the head of Thomas’s enormous cock. My gaze followed each little flick of her red moist tongue along its circumference.

  “He can’t get it up even half the time,” she said.

  “Jessica!” I shouted. “Too far.”

  She laughed and dipped her head down the length of his tip. The head of Thomas’s cock was going into my mouth now. The dark flesh of his deck pressed into her and she welcomed it with a moan. Thomas angled his head back a little and closed his eyes. “Your lovely mouth is so warm. White women…” His voice trailed off into a long sigh.

  She pulled her head back and Thomas’s cock fell out. The depth of her mouth was marked on his cock by a trail of ruby red lipstick that ended just before the shaft.

  “You think you have secrets, Neil?” she said. “Everyone who sees you gets the general idea of what kind of man you are.”

  I gulped down my pride. The urge to lash out welled from somewhere deep within me though I knew I would never hurt my wife. Part of the fun was riding the edge – not knowing where the game stopped and real life started. Inside these blurry lines, we found our own thrills.

  “Is that true, my man?” asked Thomas. “You can’t get it up for your own wife?” He shook his head slowly. Jessica stroked his cock a little faster now. The black foreskin stretched and bunched as her hand moved back and forth. With her other hand, she unfastened the first button of her shirt. Using her left hand, she fumbled with it.

  “This fucking shirt,” she swore softly. She doubled her clumsy efforts but the button remained fastened.

  I reached over to help her and she slapped my hand away. Her eyes filled with fury. “No!” she said, as if I were a dog that had just shit on the rug.

  I pulled my hand back. The sting to my pride hurt more than the slap to my hand.

  Thomas reached down and effortlessly unbuttoned her shirt. Jessica cooed a little at his skilled maneuver. “Let’s put those fingers to work, shall we?”

  The plane lurched again and I stuck out a hand to the bulkhead to steady myself. Jessica grabbed Thomas’s belt and swayed a little. The seatbelt light flickered on followed by the sound of three firm knocks. A soft feminine voice spoke up from outside the cabin door. “Sir, you’ll have to return to your seat soon.”

  Thomas rolled his eyes. “That’s me. We must hurry this up.”

  Jessica stood up and pointed to the sink. Thomas took the cue and swiveled around her, maneuvering his big body like a dancer in the small compartment. My wife hiked her skirt up above her white cotton panties. She pulled on Thomas’s necktie and his head came down to meet her. She kissed him hard and nodded. “Let’s fucking do this then,” she said.

  Thomas knelt and pulled her panties down aside to reveal Jessica’s soft moist cunt. She had a tiny cropped tuft of blonde pubic hair that never failed to indicate a starting point for oral sex. Thomas was no different. He licked the hair just above her pussy. Jessica moaned and fell back a little, her ass dipping into the sink.

  Jessica massaged her clit with her hand then spread her cunt lips with two fingers. Thomas bent over her and began to lick and slurp at her pussy. A series of quick moans emerged from my wife’s mouth. He burrowed his head into her.

  I watched my wife play with her little tits. She rubbed and grabbed them until her bra fell down and lay crooked across her belly. Jessica twisted her nipples and pulled them tight. Thomas grabbed her thighs in his hand and her legs swept up in the air. Jessica was almost lying with her back across the sink. Thomas got up on his feet and dug his mouth into her hot pussy.

  Her little grunts and squeals got louder and faster as Thomas licked her. He worked a sausage–sized finger into her pussy and she yelped. The plane jerked again and she trembled. Her white legs wrapped around the back of his head. I admired the curve of her shiny cream–colored calves against his soft black hair.

  With a little quick shudder of her hips, I could tell Jessica was cumming. She grew quiet all of a sudden but Thomas was unrelenting. The sounds of his big wet lips moving across my wife’s cunt filled the cabin.

  “Oh god,” she repeated. Thomas’s movement slowed and finally he stopped. There was another quick knock on the door.

  “Sir, are you alright in there?” said an obviously confused and flustered stewardess.

  The door handle jiggled.

  Thomas’s eyes went wide and he moved his hands towards me to keep quiet.

  “I’m helping a disabled passenger,” he shouted back. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  “Tom, is that you in there?” said the stewardess.

  “Yes, it’s me,” he said. “I’m helping out in here. Just let me finish up, okay?”

  “Oh! No problem,Tom!” said the voice from behind the door. I couldn’t help but note the sudden shift in the tone from frustrated to flirty. “We’ll need you out here soon though.”

  Thomas stood over me and pointed at my nose. “You’re disabled, remember?” he said. “Play along for the sake of everyone.”

  Without asking, he picked me up with one strong arm and half–pushed me out the door. I stumbled along with his quick stride. The door closed behind me with my wife in the toilet. By the time I got to my seat, my wife emerged from the toilet and sat down. She smiled at Thomas and he grinned back at her.

  “Thanks for helping me with my spastic husband,” she said. “He hasn’t been the same since the accident.”

  Thomas gave her a sharp courteous bow. “It was my pleasure madam. All mine.”

  Just then the little bumps of turbulence halted and the seatbelt sign turned off
.

  I sat back down in my nice comfy seat and reclined. A sense of frustrated uneasiness swept over me. I had desperately wanted to see Jessica with Thomas’s black dick stuck in her. Eventually, my blue balls stopped aching and the need for sleep won out over my disappointment. My eyes closed and I drifted off.

  Chapter 3

  I was awoken by a series of little slaps to the face.

  Jessica loomed over me. “Come on, get up,” she said. “We’re not done with you yet.”

  Thomas led us down the aisle, where we passed several smiling flight attendants. They stared at him with their big eyes and wide smiles. I wondered if they knew or suspected what was going on. “Just giving these folks the first class tour,” he said. They laughed a little and we continued on towards the back of the plane.

  Past the galley, we found a small staircase that spiraled up. Thomas waved my wife up before him. As I stepped forward to climb the stairs, Thomas cut in front of me and ascended in front of me. I reached the top and found a small room with several beds under a low ceiling.

  Jessica sat down on the edge of a bed. “It’s a hidden room!” she said. “I had no idea that airplanes had these!”

  Thomas sat down beside her. “It’s just for the flight attendants,” he said. “But they’re all busy right now. I’m done my shift now so I get the place all to myself. There’s another room at the front of the plane just for the pilots.”

  Jessica pursed her lips in a coy little smile. She laid back on the bed and thrust her chest out a little. Her little tits pushed against the cotton of her shirt. She unfastened a few buttons and threw her hair back.

  I found a small space open on the floor where I could sit and watch the show.

  “Thomas, you always manage to impress me,” she said. “You’re so different from my husband.”

  He laughed and looked over at me with a sneer. “That’s not all that difficult.”

  Jessica nodded. “Yeah, but enough about him.” She twirled a few strands of her blonde hair with her finger.