Breeding Brides Chapter 4

Bob suggested we leave the four of them alone to get aquatinted and took me over to the bar. I looked back amazed as the two black men began talking to the two stunning, white women. Their poor English obviously restricting though entertaining to them both. The group looked so perfect. Kathy and Vikki chatting, laughing and performing for them. Drawing looks from the other guests that where less than hospitable. I saw how much my wife enjoyed the company though I was not sure how she would have reacted. It was clear Vikki had plans for both of them. Kathy rested her chin neatly on her finger. A trace of a smile on her face. It seemed incredible but Gamba was already eyeing her wonderful cleavage and she seemed eager for him to do so. 

‘You know they're from Congo’ Bob said, answering the question that had been on my mind. He lit a cigar. ‘Men looking for Visas into the country. Mashudu came over on a tanker you know?’ I grinned. Bob did have a way of finding people. 
‘And what about you getting divorced?’ At this he smiled. I knew it was only temporary. He loved Vikki too much for anything permanent. They where just living out their fantasy. I saw a glint in his eye and asked him just what was going on. 
‘I see Gamba likes Kathy’ he said, turning our attention back to the table. With a lump in my trousers I knew what he meant. Wondering for the first time if Mashudu friend needed a visa too.

Tapping out the ash Bob glanced back at the couples and told me that he had a room booked upstairs. They all seemed to be getting on famously. Kathy had never been a slut. Moved by guilt over what she was doing. Unlike Vikki who enjoyed any opportunity to show herself off. A sudden flirtatious laugh proved it and I looked over to see Kathy stiffen in her seat, her eyes bright. Quite amazingly Gamba was undoubtedly feeling her thighs through the dress. Bob noticed it too. 
‘There's more’ he grinned. ‘I’ve Mashudu's two brothers and nephew waiting upstairs’.
‘They need visas too?’ I joked. My friend chuckled and shook his head. 
‘No. They live at that apartment block I took you too that time. They’re waiting. But we’ll keep it a surprise huh?’ 

I nodded breathlessly, knowing full well what apartment he meant. Returning to the table where the Kathy, Gamba, Vikki and Mashudu where laughing. The two men where so obviously horny and eager to drill the two women. Gamba's teeth where pearly white against his skin which was near black. He looked quite a figure. Giving me a satisfied almost aggressive look that I can recall to this moment. I could tell Kathy was certainly as interested in him as he was her. Vikki and Mashudu where holding hands still. 
‘I think we’d like a room Hon’ the blonde grinned. Completely unfazed by the people seated around us. ‘Mashudu and poor Gamba here are just dying to fuck us’. Kathy would normally have blushed and lowered her eyes in embarrassment. Though I was amazed to see her smile, agreeing with her friend. 
‘I think they deserve whatever they want’ she said, putting out her hand and resting in on Gamba’s. Making sure that I saw the gesture and taking it for granted that this black stud was going to end up fucking her. Probably in her fine and expensive dress. For a second I felt dizzy. Seeing my wife hold Gamba’s eye; leading him along was wonderful. My head spinning as Bob led the way to the elevator. 

As soon as the doors shut there was no stopping Gamba. The noise of the restaurant long gone. This dirty, black bull wouldn’t be held back any longer and my wife had teased him enough. Kathy smiled as he forced her back against the wall. Slipping his hand readily inside her dress and groped her breasts. First one then the other. He wanted to use her and I could see his cock bursting through his jeans. So well hung, his breathing heavy and hard. His strong, black seed had sat in his balls for long enough and was rightly destined to be pumped into my wife’s fertile cunt. With a gasp he was pulling the dress apart and exposing her completely. Kathy seemed willing to give him whatever he asked for although I admit being sure the elevator would stop and someone would stumble upon us. She seemed to have missed the touch of a black man. Vikki was already kissing Mashudu passionately. Her hand groping his cock while his own stroked her breasts. Bob gave me a smile as Gamba stooped. Putting his big lips over Kathy’s flat, round nipples and sucking them in turn. 

It was starting. Another session and the change in my wife hadn’t been lost on me. For perhaps the first time she was eager and perfectly willing. We left the lift. Ahead of us, Gamba led Kathy urgently to the room. Both women’s fine dresses swishing soundly around their legs as they hurried. Vikki sidled beside me. 
‘He likes her you know’ she whispered. ‘And she likes him‘. The room was dark and Bob went quickly to the dresser and flicked on the light. Inside where two single beds. Tidily and laid out with white, lace linen. Side by side in the dimly lit room. A portable television stood on a chest of drawers, opposite a small bathroom, which we had passed on the way in. Kathy smiled at me. Her face as crisp and perfect as ever. A smile on her face as she kissed my cheek. Taking a chance I ran my hand over her firm ass. The dress so smooth and thin. Silky to touch. The room was far more modest than the ones we had used in the first two sessions. Though somehow the claustrophobic air added to the eroticism. With a smirk Bob drew my attention to a closed door. Evidently leading to the adjoining room where we knew three more bulls eagerly listening and waiting inside. 

Hearing Vikki laugh out loud I turned and saw Kathy kissing Gamba. Their lips met. Hers slender arms around his broad neck while his hands roamed up and down her back. My wife’s eyes closed with need as her black lover made to rip the dress down around her waist. With a croak I stopped him. Implying that I wanted him to fuck her in the dress first. As if agreeing with me, Vikki nodded. She would wait to see her friends lovely body too. Impatiently Gamba half-sneered at me. He wanted to make Kathy his. Quickly he took off his top. He was very well developed and Kathy was eager to satisfy him. She sat on the bed. Her breasts moving lightly in her classy dress as the black stud let his big cock spring free. I’d been right. He was a size. A good eight inches long and particularly thick. The wicked smile on his face not subsiding for a moment. 

Breathing heavily he pushed back Kathy’s hair. My wife looked up at him, taking his cock in her hand and stroking firmly up and down. Freeing his heavy balls as his jeans fell around his knees. Submissively she lifted him to her mouth and slid her lips down over his meat. Stretching wide to take him. I watched her blow. Her juicy mouth lovingly sucking her new boyfriends cock. Moving over ever inch as she prepared it for her pussy. Vikki was on her knees, her dress gathered around her as she also gave head to Mashudu. He was quite a size himself though not quite as long as his friend. The fat head of his dick tickled by the blonde’s tongue. Her hair falling into her face as she sucked and groaned. Maintaining eye contact throughout as her head moved back and forth. These native African men where well known for being well hung. Now they where going to root our white wives deep while we watched. Leaning casually on the drawers Bob knew that too. 

Kathy gasped. Moaning as Gamba's throbbing dick fell from her trembling lips. He was standing hard to attention. The veins on his long, thick dick standing out. The shaft wet from her mouth. Ready to shove it deep between her legs and satisfy himself. With a glance at me my wife stood. A smile forming as Gamba was already hitching up her dress. Impatient for her cunt. She swallowed, perhaps knowing that having sex with a man she had only just met was wrong. Then turning, she lay back on the bed. Allowing Gamba to climb on and spread her shapely legs apart. They had only recently been waxed and looked so smooth. This black stud pinning them back behind her knees as he positioned himself on top of her. I could hear him gasping and wondered how long since his last fuck? His stiff cock head pulsing, knocking between my wife’s thighs and touching her exposed wet hole for the first time. 

As he squeezed home the first few inches Kathy moaned out loud. Looking up at him and gripping his arms as the blackness of his shaft penetrated. Expertly this horny stud pushed again and again. Working her hole open around him. The tightness of her lips around his cock quite a sight. Slowly and purposefully he filled her. The room itself strained with my wife’s groans as drew back and pumped home. Her eyes closed tight and for a second her mouth opened. As if struggling to accommodate him inside. I watched, my own cock as hard as ever as his heavy balls padding and swung between my wife’s thighs. Meeting her harder and harder. His dick forcing into her body. Vikki laughed. Her own dress was around her waist too. Kneeling on the bed. Her high heels exposed as Mashudu took her hips and fucked her from behind. Making her body jerk magnificently. Bob re-lit a cigar, savouring the moment. What a sight this was. Vikki's hair bouncing forward as she grimaced on Mashudu's dick. Her hands holding the grasping the bed tightly. 
‘Oh yeah…oh that’s good’ she groaned. The slapping of his balls sounding wet of her pussy for all to hear. 

She had not lost any of her enthusiasm. Kathy responded as Gamba showed her no mercy. Her voice almost a whimper as he pounded her with regimental authority. Already I could see just how tight she held his strong arms. The glint of her wedding ring. The shaft of his cock wet with my wife’s pussy juice as he fucked all 8” into her body. From behind the blackness of his cock a real sight as it forced Kathy wide. I loved this. Every moment. Her high heels standing proudly in the air; either side of his black waist and shaking on each stroke. The bed head cracking the wall loudly as he screwed her. 
‘Nice ladies…nice ladies’ Gamba gasped, winking at his friend who fucked Vikki with similar impatience. Both men muttered further in their native tongue. Laughing. Gamba’s smile as ever from ear to ear. Even Bob was impressed by the spectacle. 
‘Tell him what you like Kathy’ he said. 
‘Oh…black cock’ my wife responded, her voice almost drowned by the furious slamming on the bed head against the wall. Indeed, the whole frame was rocking. Kathy’s eyes fluttered and with a groan she came. Her legs stiffened on her orgasm. 
‘Thump….squeek..Thump…..squeek..Thump..’ the bed met the wall hard. With a final tightening spasm the bull came. Gasping breathlessly as he shot his load and collapsing onto my wife in a heap.