The Nairobi Fuck

Fabian is fucking me in front of Nigel my husband. Of course, a cliché. Fabian is black and hails from Somalia. That's not a country that it was good to stay in, so he moved his business here. Fabian is well hung and he knows how to fuck a woman so that she doesn't forget it. One of those ways is to totally dominate the husband, so that a woman despises her spouse, and gets an even bigger thrill going with the better hung man. Fabian does this expertly, ensuring that Nigel is regularly humiliated. He started with my husband's mother! Nigel was made to go and confess to 'mummy' that I was being serviced by a far more masculine man. He knew how deeply hurtful this is for a white boy husband. It's like returning home and confiding that he never quite grew up. It's like returning home with classwork covered in red ink, because this boy has been truly too stupid to realise how he should be if he wanted to keep his wife satisfied.

Of course, I've read a lot of stories about women in my happy situation, a husband subdued, and a black lover ascendent everywhere and, always. I've talked to other women who have become owned like me. But there are some individual experiences to share with you, some that for me add an extra piquancy to the sex. Its not just simple things like Nigel wanking hard whilst Fabian takes me. Poor thing, he rubs his cock raw. If you saw pictures of that rubbed cock you would know how he has learned to hate himself! No, this is something deeper and much more material. It has led to a life, for me, that is truly advantageous. If I tell you that I now own a Porsche 911, a range of designer jewellery and a whole wardrobe of fabulous clothes, you will realise that fucking for me is not simply physical and satisfying, it is materially life enhancing.

Our arrangement started not in a bar or club, not on a website for cuckold curious men (Nigel hates his lot, but he has learned to embrace it). It started with Nigel's redundancy at work and the need to find a new job very quickly indeed. We had only recently committed to a hefty mortgage on a new property that even with his first job, that was proving a strain on finances. Through a friend, I knew of Fabian, who had set up a security form and who wanted someone to manage the office.

Security is naturally Fabian's world, he came from a country where warlords could wipe out people on a whim. So Fabian understands how to make people feel secure, and very insecure as well! I suggested that Nigel ask him for the job which hadn't yet been advertised, and Fabian took him on, feeling I suspect, more than a passing interest in me. Anyway, soon enough Nigel was doing long hours in the office and Fabian was dating me. Nigel knew, but pride in the new house wouldn't allow him to object. He had desperately wanted this place for ages. Dating became fucking, and that led soon enough to cock sucking. Fabian feels that the white boys owe his kind a great deal. I must admit, it was desperately sexy the first time I saw Fabian make Nigel kneel and then slotted his erection into that sweet little 'O' that my husband made with his mouth.

The sex was very casual and absolutely black master directed. One minute Nigel could be sent out to walk the garden, the next he was made to lick me up ready for a hard grinding fuck. Sometimes Nigel was made to watch (and always wank), and sometimes he was made to go weeks guessing, or listening to the coupling. The truth is a dominant male never lets the cucky identify a pattern. He is always on tenterhooks, always wondering what will be required and what might be granted. Fabian made Nigel very insecure indeed and he encouraged me to be cruel as well. I learned very early on to spit in Nigel's face when he least expected it. Spitting emasculates a man super quick.

Fabian started taking me away for weekends whilst Nigel was made to clean the house, and then weekends became whole weeks. He took me to Nairobi in Kenya where I was introduced to Saul. Fabian said that I was to fuck nicely and gratefully with Saul, an older man who he had known in Somalia before the situation deteriorated. Saul was perhaps fifty, a bit heavier than my bull, but very handsome. He lived in a large walled house in the exclusive part of Nairobi, and I learned that he had a wife who had been disabled by a stroke. It was for that reason that I went to Nairobi to be enjoyed by Fabian's dear and wealthy friend.

I wasn't being whored around, I was being gifted to a dear dear friend to whom a long time ago Fabian owed his life. Of course, at the start Nigel was left back home and he had his cock caged. It was a Fabian rule that he only wanked to superior black cock sex in the raw and present. I was to tell Nigel that I would fuck myself silly with Fabian and his handsome friend. I was to emphasize that the sex was frequent, of course unprotected, but that Nigel would get to lick me clean when I finally came home. Saul fucked beautifully and hard. He hated white boys like Nigel, the previously privileged and he made me disparage Nigel as he took me. I confess, that became uber sexy! I liked destroying the old etiquette and order, climaxing hard on a pounding black cock.

Those weeks wrecked Nigel. He was utterly miserable. Of course, he didn't know that I would return! He didn't know how my cunny would look after it had been bored out by two very able black guys. At Fabian's instruction I shaved cunny so that my stretched lips looked even bigger. A shaven cunny shows off the queen of spades tattoo just above my pube line to far greater effect. I made a point of travelling home still smelling of sex. Nigel has to know me through that sense too. I smell owned. I smell a greedy, selfish bitch because that is what I am. Then, when I did come home, a week or ten days later, I came wearing gifts from the appreciative and very physical Saul. The first time it was an expensive cartier watch. The next time it was a ruby choker about my neck. The Porsche came later, after Saul made a business trip to London. Possessions such as those lifted me way above my middle class, hum drum cuck husband. He couldn't afford to give me such things, and it destroyed him to know that the gifts came as a fond exchange, because I fucked so hard and so frequently in Nairobi.

Fabian was debating whether to get rid of Nigel. He was after all, much of the time, a house skivvy. But I begged him to keep him on. I was having hotter orgasms knowing just how much the sex humiliated Nigel. The really hot sex is cruel and utterly selfish. Look, if Nigel was simply sent away, then there was no one to taunt. There was no one to lie on the bed whilst I settled my wet sex on his mouth, and demanded that he pleasure me. When Fabian wasn't there, I used Nigel. When I wasn't travelling to Kenya, then there was Nigel to remind that sex really was destined to be interracial. There would come a day when men like Nigel got nothing more than the tongue service role, licking you clean after you have enjoyed yourself. His mummy knew the score. She said that I had him by the balls, and that was OK. There were women that she admired, and whilst she wished her son had been more manly, she completely understood why I fashioned the life that I did.

It was Saul who took my side on the matter. He really wanted first hand experience of ruling Nigel and taking me. So on a business trip to London he diverted to our house and together with we Fabian had a little sex social. I'll never forget rthat visit. OK he put a Rolex on my wrist this time, but best of all we had an all night sex session that saw Nigel sucking one or other of those handsome black prongs, whilst I necked, touched and fucked with the other black master who wasn't currently dominating my husband. Watching Saul fuck my husband's mouth I said the dirtiest things!

'I love the way you use him darling. I like the way you grip his hair and drag his sad little mouth up and down your shaft.'

'They're fucking useless... I need a black baby, give me a black baby!'

'When you've cum all down his throat, I'm going to piss all over his face.'

I know. No invite to the vicar's Sunday tea party, huh? But that was how it was. Nigel sucked like a cock slut. He took it so obediently which just confirmed the natural superiority of black cock to the two real men. Then I got pumped again and again with so much spunk that it ran in trails down my thighs. Nigel had to lick that up. He had to lick my faithless thighs and then soothe my aching cunt just as much as he could.

Fabian was so pleased with his 'biddable boy' that the next time we went to Nairobi, Nigel was brought along. Nigel was assigned servants quarters and I think he missed the air conditioning. Saul was eager then to test whether Nigel was truly my slave. He briefed me that I was to put Nigel to Saul's wife, pleasuring her through the night with his tongue. By that stage I was established as mistress of that household, wifey had been completely usurped. But this little test was a good way to see exactly how biddable Nigel had become. It was awkward at first, but I showed Nigel how I had control of wifey, having her lick cunt for me. Then Nigel was ordered to do the same for her, as we progressed! Nigel was such a sweetie. He was as good as gold!

There we are then. I must be one of hundreds of owned white women with a cuck husband. I know what proper sex is. I know how to humiliate and appreciate why that is key to the whole dynamic. But I think that the sweet interludes with Saul, the regular hard fucking with Fabian and the exciting trips to Nairobi add something extra. I am a spoilt bitch, but I don't see that as a constraint. Some women just deserve the best cock, and with that comes the responsibility, to judge others. Sex isn't nice and it certainly isn't equal.