Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... into the room, I scrutinised the standing image of my wife and how she’d deliberately readied herself for what was to be a debauched sexual romp with the two black Africans. How Jayne had concealed the transparent dark nylon dressing gown I had no idea and under it she was wearing the full regalia of my favourite hosiery. Black fully fashioned seamed stockings to a multi strap wide suspender belt. She’s also managed to conjure her black corselet top from somewhere and although it was delicate, it was tight and pushed her boobs together and up in the most appealing way. She was wearing the black high heels that she’d danced in and she walked one foot in front of the other towards the tub chair and then leant, resting her hands on the low back and I also noticed she was wearing her “BITCH” choker. The room was quite bright and I could see the attention that she’d put into her make up. It was manikin like and she had made a huge effort for them. It was clear that she wanted to please them and present herself as appealingly as she could and she’d managed it perfectly having achieved a classic “SLUT” look with long false eye lashes and huge kohl eyes, high blushed cheekbones and luscious red lips accentuated with a perfect dark liner. David went straight too her and as she stooped over the chair he began examining her with his hands starting on her bum and working his way down her legs and inner thighs. Jayne put her hand out for Fode who stepped forward chuckling. As he ...

... straightened her up she looked past him towards me and asked me if I was pleased and I could only tell her that she looked fantastic. Without an answer she sat down in the tub chair and opened a bottle of nail polish, then carefully began painting her nails. I asked her if we had time for that as I wanted to see the action begin but Jayne looked at the wall clock and then to Fode who said there was plenty of time. It frustrated me but added to the excitement and I decided to try and keep patient. The air conditioning unit was noisy but welcomingly cooling and I was sat in the direct stream of the cool air. Fode and David were removing their clothes which in itself added to the atmosphere but I asked them both not to rush her and let Jayne take the lead. I told them that she would let them know when she was ready and then they could have what they wanted. Jayne thanked me with a distasteful sarcasm that I found strangely pleasing. In fairness, she knew exactly what I enjoyed and wanted to see and hear. As the men were casually moving about the room Jayne finished her nails and was waving her hands lightly to help the bright red varnish dry. I remember grinning and I asked her to say something that would shock and stimulate me, something filthy and disgusting that would get the boys going. She asked me “what like?” with a bemused tone which irritated me instantly as at the time I felt her comment was idiotic considering she was dressed like a whore in a hotel room with two huge and ...