Zazi from Ghana

The stories we read on your site entertain and please us. I will also write about one of the experiences we lived through, my wife agrees, maybe I can contribute this way to our friends.

My name is Kostas and I have been married to Melina for eleven years. My wife, by general consensus, is very beautiful. Around 1.65m tall, slender but with curves, short (now) black hair with almond-shaped eyes, firm and large but not excessive breasts and a nice ass. She dresses well, which gives her personality, but in sex she was a bit buttoned-up. However, after the birth of our second child, things changed. She became very warm, sexy, and insatiable. A different person. Initially, we took it beautifully, but when it continued, we visited a specialist who reassured us. He said everything was normal and her hormones were now functioning correctly.

After that, we went wild with fucking. We fuck at every opportunity. We watched porn, we chatted, we used toys, we read stories online and we had rich and varied fantasies. In the fantasies, a third person had a dominant place, but we hesitated to act on our fantasy; only with phone sex did we have contact with another person a couple of times, and of course mainly in chats, but with people abroad. My wife was the one who hesitated more, even though she went crazy when I fucked her simultaneously in both her holes. I wore a special plastic dick I had brought from Hanover, which left my own free to come out on top, and depending on the position, I could fuck her simultaneously in both her pussy and her ass.

Our games and experiences I might recount another time; what I want to tell you today is what I myself never expected to see and experience. It was in February, four years ago, a little after noon when I returned home earlier than usual. On the way back, I had also gotten some groceries from the street market. As soon as I opened the door, I heard noise and stopped short. I listened more carefully and realized it was moans. Someone was fucking. I took another step to pass the divider and have a view of the living room. What I saw made me hard as a rock. My wife on her knees, dressed but with her tits out, sucking the cock of a man black as pitch. A black pillar, not particularly muscular, with two completely white holes for eyes, as they were open or half-closed from lust. Melina is dark-skinned, but next to him she looked milky white. I froze; I didn't know what to do. Shout, jump on them, kick him out and fuck the little slut, join in and take her together? I did nothing. I stayed and watched. Melina was sucking with frenzy. She tried to take the dick deep into her throat, but no matter how hard she tried, half of it was still out. Her jaws were wide open, ready to break from its thickness. A bigger and thicker cock I had never seen, not even in movies. They hadn't noticed me. My dick had become a steel rod; I had taken it out and was jerking off. And my wife was jerking off with one hand and with the other she held the dick she was sucking. The cock came out abruptly from her mouth, stood up high and began to fill her face with white, thick cream. He came and came and had no end.

I realized now I had to do something. I turned back and went out the door. I came back in. I made noise with the key. I half-opened the door and shouted.

"My love, I'm leaving a few groceries here and I'm going to get more." I wanted to give her the chance to sort things out herself.

Would she keep it a secret? Would she tell me? Would she keep him and wait for me to act out our fantasies?

I waited in the entrance. As long as I didn't see the rider coming down, I leaned towards the third scenario. I prepared for crazy fucking and went upstairs. I was horny. I entered, my wife was in the kitchen. But the guy was nowhere. I approached Melina. She looked awkward and disturbed. Her clothes had been arranged carelessly and hastily. I was angry but didn't show it. I asked her "what were you doing" and she answered nothing special. "You?" She asked me mechanically. I don't know what came over me and I told her that I had fucked a colleague of mine at work who knew I fancied her and who often participated in our fantasies.

She flinched. "And you left me alone," she said coyly and came towards me.

She approached provocatively. I saw drops from the previous guy's cum at the edge of her lips and my dick turned to steel. I threw her violently onto the table. I didn't kiss her. I ripped her blouse and her little tits popped out. There were drops there too. I pulled down her panties, knelt and began to lick her pussy with rage. I didn't know if the juices I was licking were only hers or if there was also sperm from the guy who had just cuckolded me. I didn't care. She moaned and begged me to tell her about the fucking with my colleague. She begged me to put it in her. She wanted my cock inside her. She pleaded. She took my head with both hands, pulled it out from between her legs for a moment and held it with difficulty. "Fuck me and I'll tell you something too," she said again. "What?" I asked. "Fuck me and I'll tell you," she continued. "Put your dick in my pussy and come lick my tits." I obeyed, I thrust violently inside her. She screamed with joy. She took her little tits and offered them to me. "Lick them," she said in a commanding tone. I saw the cum clearly now but I didn't flinch. I licked, I licked the nipples that had become hard and red, I licked, I licked the valley between her breasts, I licked, I licked and I sucked the juices. She was trembling. "Do you know what you're licking now?" She asked, losing her tongue. She didn't wait for an answer. "You're licking the cum of the fucker who was fucking me before you came." I pulled back slyly. I knew the truth because I had seen it and tasted it and I was pretending. She screamed again, pleadingly this time. "Fuck the slut, fuck the slut who cuckolded you, fuck the bitch who put horns on you, fuck her, punish her with your cock, tear her apart." She said it, she said it, she didn't stop. I turned her over on her stomach and shoved it in her ass. I hurt, she hurt more. She cried but she didn't let me pull out. Not even when I came and filled her did she stop. She got me hard again with the suction of her lips opening and closing as if her little lips were giving me a blowjob. We fucked for hours. On top, under the table, on the kitchen counter, in the living room, there where she was sucking the black guy's cock. She wouldn't let me go, she wanted more, and more, she didn't even let me take a bath, she gave me a blowjob by dunking her head in the bathtub and coming up only to take a breath and then again, while offering me her pussy to lick. When her mouth wasn't occupied she talked to me, she told me everything.

He was from Ghana. She saw him at the open-air market in the morning when she went shopping. He was selling illegal cassettes and watches. She didn't pay him any mind, just looked at some CDs but didn't buy any. When she turned back and went to enter the apartment building, she saw him running towards her. He stopped short and asked her for help. The police were chasing him. She was startled but let him in. She took him up to the apartment and gave him some water because he was out of breath. He sat down. She offered him food too but he didn't want any. They struck up a conversation to pass the time and for the danger to recede. Zazi, that's what they called him, was 24 years old and had come to Greece three years ago and worked at the port. A month ago he ran out of work and they pushed him into illegal stuff. They talked about some other such things and he got up to leave. He asked to go to the bathroom, she showed him the way and went to get a clean towel. Returning from the half-open door she saw his cock and froze. It was hanging like a club between his legs even though she was seeing him from behind. The towel fell from her hand, he heard it, was startled and turned around. She saw him whole in front of her. Zazi, after the first moment of awkwardness, tried to hide it with his hands but couldn't. Unconsciously, she signaled him not to try and he slowly opened his hands. She got goosebumps and felt a craving from what she saw. She couldn't hold back and grabbed it. He offered no resistance, whether from pleasure or obligation, she didn't care, but he got hard. The sight now was novel and the sensation from the touch made her pussy tingle. She measured it with her tongue, licking from the tip to the base, she licked his balls too, it wasn't convenient and she brought him to the living room. She sucked him and tried to take him to the root but it was impossible. She planned to take him in her pussy and then in her ass. She was planning other things too. She was planning for me to catch her getting fucked and for us to take her double, but when she heard my voice she got flustered, sent him out to the balcony and from there to the roof and the staircase since we are a penthouse.

We fell asleep naked in the living room and when we woke up it was almost nine. A quick bath and we went out to eat because we were both hungry. Afterwards we passed by a familiar hangout for a drink and company but our friends weren't there. We assumed they'd be at a new bar we'd been discussing lately but they weren't there either. The bar was beautiful with low lighting and good music and we stayed. Melina was in a particularly good mood and was being affectionate. We were talking about this and that but the conversation turned to the afternoon's events. She turned it that way. At some point she told me coyly, "You didn't do well leaving at noon." "Why?" I asked, pretending indifference. "Well," she pretended to be shy, "if you had come in too, you know...." "What?" I continued, puzzled. "It was a chance to... it... with someone else," she said. "And what's the problem," I asked, "we'll find another chance." "It was a chance," she said complainingly. "You want him?" I asked, looking her in the eyes. "No, but well..." she didn't finish her sentence and lowered her gaze. "We'll do it with him. Find him and we'll do it," I said decisively. She lit up. "Really?" she asked. I nodded affirmatively. She took my hand, downed her drink in one gulp and said to me quietly, "Let's go." "Where?" I asked. "Follow me," she said and stood up. I followed at a distance of five meters towards the back of the hallway. We turned towards the toilets and she signaled for me to wait in front of the "for women" door. It was dark. I waited, I heard her call me quietly, lowering her voice. I went in. To the left the sinks, to the right with partitions the stalls, and at the back opposite she was standing upright, she had lifted her dress from underneath and was masturbating with her hand. The other hand was squeezing and caressing her breast which she had pulled out from her top. Slowly, lazily she was caressing herself and inserting her little finger into her pussy. I couldn't stand the sight, I pulled my cock out and was caressing it too. From this situation, the knocking on the door suited us. Melina signaled for me to go into a stall with a toilet. She opened the door for the visitor and came into the stall. She locked it, signaled for me to be quiet and with her gaze explored the space. She climbed onto the toilet and with a jump grabbed onto a pipe that passed overhead. She hung from it. I watched speechlessly. Suddenly, with a movement, she brought her legs to imprison my head.

I found myself face to face with her pussy and I shoved my tongue deep into it. Wet and warm. I was sucking and licking while she squirmed without making a sound. This silence was driving us crazy. I felt her cum and she let go of her hands. She slid slowly over my whole body, passed over my lips, leaned on her knees and took my cock into her mouth. She was sucking, sipping with little bites while also skillfully using her tongue. The first cum started to come out but she pressed the base with force and held it back. She stood up, had me sit on the toilet with my cock erect, she grabbed it, straddled me, locked her gaze onto my eyes, lifted her dress and shoved it inside her ass. She leaned on my knees and leaned back to take it all. She went up and down slowly but the intensity was greater than the silence the situation imposed on us. I could see her veins swelling and straining, ready to burst. I probably didn't have a better look but I wasn't looking, squeezed between her ass and the toilet. I felt the cum leaving me like a cannonball and her body falling lifeless and sweaty on top of me.

The days that followed were filled with fucking, with Zazi present in our fantasies and plans for how we would find him. Melina was flying, she was pleasant and happy. She went down to the open-air market and also to other open-air markets in case she ran into him. I was on standby for her call. Three weeks passed and she began to get disappointed. She really fancied him. She lost her mood and her spirits. I didn't push the situations but I didn't know what to do. I suggested some solutions but she didn't accept them.

A month had passed, it was morning and I was in a meeting at work when I got her message. I ran home as we had arranged in our plans, but instead of finding her getting fucked by the black guy, I found her crying with black tears. Between sobs and tears I understood that she had seen him but the bird had flown to other arms. Not very far, but to the next apartment. At Mrs. Lela's. Our Mrs. Lela, married to a ministry department head, is around forty-five, well-preserved for her age, a slut who knows it and wants to show it.

When Zazi was forced to leave from the balcony he didn't manage to get up to the roof and "fell" into the hands of the lady who kept him for herself. In the midst of this mess, I dared to ask what the problem was. "Let her go to Lela's and come here too when the boss comes," I said. She answered by waving her hand back and forth. I didn't understand. "Maybe she doesn't like him?" I continued, confused. Maybe she doesn't like you is what I wanted to say, but I didn't go there to avoid the drama. "He can't because she blackmails him, says she'll report him and he'll be deported," she answered, crying and furious. I remained skeptical for a moment, waiting for confirmation. She understood and continued, "He told me what he told me, gave me a kiss full of passion and left towards the end of the hallway. We look at each other for a while, me on the landing and him in front of her door. He came back, kissed me again, put me inside and left, sad." Indeed, I understood, amidst the tears, the drama and the disaster, I had to provide the solution.

I calmed my wife down, took a few days off and devised a plan. Melina would set a trap for Zazi. She would take him on a pretext and keep him for a while in the apartment, in the children's rooms, since, after all, my in-laws were essentially raising them in the countryside for the fresh air. This happened in the morning, three days later. Melina cornered Zazi in the room and came and woke me up. 7:30 a.m., our Mrs. Lela had morning horniness, the boss wouldn't even have arrived at the ministry yet. I dressed quickly and soon was ringing the bell of the next door. I heard the gurgling voice of Mrs. Lela, "Who is it?" I didn't answer and bent down so I wouldn't be seen through the peephole. "Zazi, my little Zazi, is that you?" she whispered quietly, approaching from behind the door. I didn't answer again. I perceived the door opening a crack. I gave a push and went inside.

I took her by surprise. With her negligee, perfumes and slutty lingerie, she was ready to get fucked and an intruder of unknown intentions appeared before her. "What, what... what's happening, Mr. Kostas?" she stammered. We had good relations with the cunt. In the midst of absolute surprise, I laid out my terms bluntly. Listen, Mrs. Lela, if you want the Arab boy all for yourself, the boss will learn everything, in writing. We offer discretion and a safe haven for hours of "family lockdown," we ask for the use of your little Zazi, fifty-fifty."

I stopped and fixed my gaze on her; from the shock she didn't even bother to hide her nakedness. Now that I was observing her, she had a nice body for her age, normal weight without extra pounds, a boyish figure with a few wrinkles that gave her charm and some fleshy lips, made for sucking. Big tits, but firm with some ridges like erect cocks and a big, round, tight ass that the thong she was wearing made it look desirable.

My eyes remained fixed on her like nails and unnerved her. "But what are these things you're saying? Have you gone mad? Please, who do you take me for?" She tried to recover and counterattack. "Well, there are testimonies, photos and films. I tried, but you're not being reasonable," I said and turned to leave. I was bluffing, but it worked. On the third step, I heard her. "Alright now, Mr. Kostas, we didn't say anything... sit for a minute so we can talk," the slut sweetened her voice flirtatiously. I took two more steps forward and turned. "Agreed then?" I asked with half my body forward and half back. She nodded affirmatively, coquettishly, and went to hide her nakedness. That movement made my dick hard as iron. I turned and threw it out. "Seal our agreement now," I said imperiously, with a boldness that surprised even me, pointing with my finger at the cock that was rising like a spear against her. She went aaaaaaaah. She showed the required, for the world's eyes, hesitation and embraced it, like a fluffy ring, with her lips. Her tongue, experienced, very experienced, made me sigh.

I grabbed her ridges and played with them, rubbed them and pulled them. We fell on the floor, she turned and offered me her pussy to lick, without letting go of the blowjob. A revelation. Lips, long, fleshy, hanging. A wet and warm vagina. A clitoris like a bare cock. I had never seen a longer one. I licked it, sucked it and took it between my lips. She screamed.

The phone rang. Her mouth left my cock free but her hand held it tight and played with it. I, undeterred, continued licking. With the other, she picked up the receiver, which fortunately was cordless. I heard her talking, trying to hide the agitation her horniness was giving her. "I had to go out to the street market, I ran to catch it and got a little winded," she justified herself to the caller's question. She continued to caress my dick, to talk and to receive the licking. It was probably her husband because I heard her say as she leaned, ".....I'll pick it up from the dry cleaner's and have it ready by noon when you return, my love."

A cat with claws, your woman, I thought, having become fully aroused. I hoped Melina had found hers with Zazi as I was finding mine with Lela. I lifted her and put her face down on the couch with her belly on the armrest and her body on the cushions. Her legs hung in the air and her ass arched, with her holes coming into the foreground. Wonderful, I licked them both. She moaned and began to babble. "What are you doing to me, Mr. Kostas? What are you doing to me? You're weakening me." "I'm tearing you apart, little cunt," I murmured to her, breathlessly.

That was it. I was horny. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck me," she screamed, possessed. Every curse I knew, I hurled them down as I fucked her holes alternately. What a whore, what a bitch, what a slut, what a cunt, what a hole, what, what, what, what, ..............whatever came to mind I threw it out and she moaned, growled as she came and convulsed. She had flooded. Her cum was flowing over my cock and balls and falling to the floor. She didn't let me cum inside her but took it in her mouth again. I felt her lips encircling my cock, first softly and then more firmly while she steamed it with her breath. She was sucking it, drawing out the air, so much that her cheeks clung to it and suddenly she would puff up and leave the cockhead in the void, then she would take it all in, all the way to the root, making its head plunge deep into her larynx. Melina could never do that, no matter what, even though she had tried many times. I know I wasn't small or thin, quite the opposite in fact, but Lela didn't seem to notice anything. I couldn't hold out for long, I started cumming uncontrollably. She tightened her lips around it, not letting a single drop escape. She swallowed it all and continued to suck as if she wanted the next batch too. I remained motionless on the floor, my cock aching slightly as the hole had opened from the sucking. Lela got up and went inside. In a little while, she returned with a plate full of goodies for breakfast. "I brought you something for breakfast," she said as she bent over to place the plate on the little table, bringing her ass right in my face. I raised myself and lunged, growling, to bite her ass cheeks. She pulled away laughing, "Insatiable, eat a little to get hard again," she purred flirtatiously. "Love needs food too," she said, taking my nose playfully and moving it back and forth. "I'll eat and then we'll go inside with the others for the second half," I said, diving face-first into the food. She sat opposite me and watched me. Her robe left much of her beauty uncovered. She didn't care now; we are partners, accomplices, and lovers.