Adah said something to Eneche, and he quietly raised himself, pulled off his shorts, and knelt down just about one and a half yards away from Dolapo’s face. A shiver went through my body when I saw his impressive, already semi-erect cock so close. Adah untied her bikini top and knelt down next to her husband. She was grinning at me as she started to jerk his cock with her left hand, allowing it to grow to its massive size in the shortest time.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Adah asked me, looking down at my own, smaller erection. “It’s a source of the utmost pleasure and it’s truly been made to impregnate a woman. Don’t you think so, too?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful…” I answered, mesmerized by the sight of that magnificent cock, standing out proudly in all its glory, its musky smell invading my nostrils.
“Don’t you want to see that inside your beautiful wife? Aren’t you longing to witness it unleash my husband’s semen deep inside her?” Adah bit her lip, closed her eyes and exhaled dramatically. Then she looked back at me again.
Her eyes were piercing me. My brain was practically screaming no, but my cock was forcefully pushing for a yes. It was as if a dark force was keeping me from responding anything to those dirty and daring suggestions. I just kept looking at her.
My hand, which had just been on Dolapo’s breasts began to make its way down my wife’s sweet body. It went past her breasts, and her belly and found her bikini bottom. As I was pressing my hard-on against her ass, my fingers began caressing her bikini-covered pussy lips. Even in her sleep she instinctively started moving her hips along to the rhythm of my fingers to allow her pussy to properly experience the new pressure on it.
Why was I doing that? Jealousy and fear of what was to come were raging within me. It would have been so easy. A simple no would have done it. However, there I was, deeply aroused and excited, knowing all too well that my marriage and I were walking on the edge of a cliff, potentially falling down any second.
The fabric of Dolapo’s bikini bottom was getting wet. I could feel the moisture on my fingers and the growing wet stain on the fabric. Her breathing had turned rather heavy, and I knew her body was now expecting sex.
A silent tension was filling the tent. The only sounds that could be heard were my wife’s breathing, her soft moans and the sound of Adah’s hand gliding up and down her husband’s hard cock.
Suddenly I felt something on my cock. Diverting my focus from Eneche’s black meat, I was shocked to find Dolapo’s left hand had reached behind her and taken hold of my dick. She was stroking me. Now I knew she was awake. She knew what was going on.
“Oh god,,” I started to say, “you’re awake! I was just… I…” What could I say? What comment could I bring up to explain what was going on? Nothing came to my mind.
“What your husband is trying to say,” Adah decided to take the initiative once more, “is that we had just talked about our offer once more. Since you have got the evidence of his feelings towards it in your hand, I guess no further words from our side are needed. The offer stands. What you make of it is up to you.”
My wife didn’t say a word. She just kept stroking my aching cock, still enjoying my fingers on her pussy, only separated by the thin fabric. I could swear I had heard a little gasp from her when Eneche repositioned himself to kneel more comfortably before her.
Dolapo suddenly stopped stroking me. Her hand went to mine and signalled me to stop massaging her pussy too. As I complied, she rolled over on her other side so she was facing me now, her back exposed to the others. She looked me in the eyes with a mixture of arousal and curiosity as my cock was sticking out and poking against her covered pussy, hard and ready.
“What now?” Dolapo whispered, slightly moving her pelvis back and forth, which made my cock feel like it was going to explode.
“I… I don’t know,” I responded. Was she really considering acting on it? Was she really prepared to fuck another man? Was there any way our marriage could survive undamaged? “Do you… Do you want to do something?”
Dolapo grabbed my hand and guided it down inside her bikini bottom. She pushed one of my fingers inside her dripping, wet pussy. “I don’t know either…” she replied with a moan as my finger entered her.
As she started to move her pelvis again, I quickly took the hint and began fingering her. She was moaning heavily as I finger-fucked her sweet, married pussy, aiming for her favourite spot.
I was so concentrated on my wife that I didn’t pay much attention to the other couple in the tent. When I looked behind Dolapo, I saw that Eneche had laid himself behind Dolapo, facing her. Adah was lying behind him with her hand over him, still masturbating his cock, which was now only inches from my wife’s firm, round ass.
“Yes, this is it! Can you feel the tension in here? Can you feel the anticipation in the air?” Adah said as Eneche started to moan.
“Oh god!” Dolapo moaned all of a sudden, “I can feel his cock on my ass! It’s touching me!” Biting her lip she closed her eyes.
The thought of Eneche’s cock on Dolapo’s lovely butt made my horny mind go wild. As I was still finger-fucking my darling wife, I told myself that the only physical barrier between his dick and her pussy was the thin fabric of the bikini. My own cock was rubbing against her thighs, which was enough to substitute actual stimulation.
“Take it off!” I said.
“What are you saying, honey?” Dolapo exhaled.
“Take your bikini panties off!” I answered. My decision had been made. There was only one way the whole situation was going to be resolved. I wanted it.
With widened eyes, my darling wife complied. Her hand found the strings of her panties and pulled. On both sides, they just fell to the floor, exposing both her sweet ass and her already dripping pussy.
Eneche wasted no time. It took him but a heartbeat to position himself closer to Dolapo. His bare, black shaft made contact with her soaking wet pussy, making her gasp. I couldn’t hide a surprised reaction myself when the tip of his cock suddenly touched my hand, taking care of my wife’s clit. I instinctively removed it, leaving her opening undefended to the invader, which Eneche was now making slide back and forth against her wetness, greeted by her moans and motions of her hips to match his.
“Oh god, honey, he’s between my legs!” Dolapo moaned. She was looking at me, her eyes half closed.
I didn’t dare look down, but I could only imagine how her juices were starting to cover his shaft, lubricating it.
“Can you feel it?” Adah said. “Can you feel his power against your opening?”
“Yes! Yes, I can feel it!” Dolapo replied.
“And what do you say now?” Adah asked. “What do you say to our offer? Do you want my husband to do it? Do you want to experience him like a true woman?”
It was all going so quickly, but to me, it felt so different. It seemed to me as if I was in a boat, floating on a river towards a great waterfall. The boat was moving very slowly, but the inevitable end at the waterfall was looming.
Dolapo looked at me. It was obvious she wanted it, but she was waiting for my approval. She was waiting for me to officially give my blessing to that unholy ceremony we both wanted.
I gulped and nodded.
My wife took a couple of deep breaths. “Yes,” she finally managed to say, “yes, I want it, Adah.”
It had been said. It was out. No going back now. As my mind was trying to process what was actually going on at that moment, my eyes were now resting on Adah, waiting for her response.
Adah smiled. “Good.” She spoke to Eneche in their native tongue again, and he immediately turned around, back to her and onto his back, leaving his fully grown cock in all its glory for us on display.
“There is but one tiny thing I must ask of you before we start.” Adah reached behind her and presented a scarf to Dolapo. “Our men used to take other married women only as means of humiliating other defeated warriors. Tradition demands that your husband’s hands must be tied behind his back as he witnesses the act. Are you willing to submit yourselves to this?”
We both nodded.
Adah didn’t waste a second and crawled behind me. I’ll never forget the grin on her face as she passed by. Without applying any force, she pulled me up on my knees, my arms behind my back, and within seconds, my hands were tied, leaving me kneeling in front of them, dressed only in a t-shirt.
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