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My wife flirted and teased our two African ranch hands so I tried to make her play fare but things get out of control

My name is Jeff and I teach history at the High School. I think they made the movies Indiana Jones after me. I like to travel to the places that I teach my students. When I first got my bachelors degree I taught American History and during the summers travelled all over the US. I couldn’t get enough of learning about my country. Then they wanted me to teach European History and I traveled to Europe. That cost a lot; however, I kind of inherited a ranch, I ran the ranch to make more money. It was really a great opportunity. This was back in the day when a guy could make money raising 100 head of Black Angus.

My first year teaching there was this knock out beautiful student who took my class and asked to be my “Teacher’s Assistant.” High School teachers really didn’t have TA’s back then but she was willing to help me in any way I needed so who was I to say “NO?” We had long talks about the future and boys and why I wasn’t married. We flirted and little but I was brought up very conservative and proper. Well she went off the the State University and after getting a degree in elementary education she returned and taught at the school down the street from the High School. Peggy and I dated, fell in love, and married. I was only 8 years older than she was.

Peggy is athletic, beautiful girl. She is 5’5” and about 135 lbs. Light brown long hair and a smile that melts your heart and piercing blue eyes that everyone notices first. With wears a size C bra and has the perfect feminine figure. And she likes to travel and the out doors. I know, perfect girl, right!

Somebody in the district office got this brilliant bullshit idea about having African history taught in our high school. I think it was to show we were not racially bias. So of course they want me to teach African History. I was reluctant at first until they offered to pay for my trips to Africa. So Peggy and I traveled to Africa and while we were there two things happened. Our ranch went to pot. The people we hired to take care of the cattle and hey were incompetent. The good new is we met Omar and Kunta, two native African men who were really fun and helpful.

Life is kind of funny because when we returned from our two month trip to Africa we were so frustrated about how our ranch had been mismanaged and didn’t know what to do about it. School was starting so we sold most of what was left. I had no idea how I was going to rebuild next year, but I really liked having a productive ranch.

It was about March when I got a phone call from Kunta. He and Omar were in the US on student visa and they desperately needed a place to stay. Just so happened that one of the colleges that they want to attend was in our small town. It was an agricultural college and that was their passion. Of course they were welcome to stay with us. We had a ranch hand quarters that needed some work but I was happy to get it fix up for them. Didn’t know if they could afford rent. They come from a very poor country.

Well, they showed up the next day and they were so happy so see us. It turns out they got student visas, a scholarship to study here, a slow boat ride over the Atlantic, but nothing else. They hadn’t eaten real food in over a week and it showed. First thing we did was feed them and had them sleep in the guest room. That evening I showed them the ranch hand quarters and how run down it was. They were so excited. Their exact words were, “Tis very good, we work good.” They asked if they could work for their rent.

Now to make a long story short, work they did. They turned the Ranch Hand House into a very nice mother-in-law house. They fixed plumbing, electrical, floors, ceilings, well. . . just about everything. Then they wanted more work. They had no money for rent and they were worried I would kick them out.

One night as we were all eating dinner they asked about the cattle. Guess we had told them about our working ranch. When I told them about how the last ranch hands mismanaged everything, they both got excited and said they know animals. “What animals?” I asked. “All animals,” they replied. Well, even though I had given up on having a productive ranch, it still was my dream. So we worked out a deal. Really it was they got to stay in the house that they practically built, have one meal a day (their idea), go to school and work my ranch. They were happy with that, and I was relieved because I wanted to help them and I definitely didn’t want to kick them out seeing that they had nothing. Plus it was fun that they called me “Da Boss.”

That summer they turned my land into an amazing ranch. We started with goats, chickens and pigs. Why, because they had experience with these animals. Then they talked me into investing in equipment so we could slaughter and butcher our animals. We started to sale meat to restaurants in the area. Somehow we got cattle in a trade or barter deal and next thing I know we are both a dairy farm and a beef ranch in one. It was the contacts they had at school that moved things so fast. It was unbelievable, my ranch was making money. After two years, we had to work out a compensation arrangement. They deserved to get paid. Did I mention they planted a garden and most of our vegetables came from the garden? Plus we even had fruit trees.

Now the story really starts:

One day classes were cancelled because of a gas leak and I returned home early. I parked behind the barn and as I walked around the corner Omar and Kunta were by the house looking into our bedroom window. When they saw me they immediately nodded hello and walked away. When I looked into the window I saw Peggy completely topless working on her hair. It dawned on me that these two haven’t been with a women since being here and they are barely in their twenties. It is possible they are horny virgins.

Now, I can’t blame Omar and Kunta, Peggy has been flirting with them. Leaving her window open and showing lots of cleavage. There is a chance she has exhibition tendencies. Rather than make a big deal or say anything, I just started paying more attention. Peggy was doing their laundry and going to the Ranch Hand house a couple times a week. I spied on them a few time and they flirted. . . a lot. Peggy bent over to pick up clothes and gave them a view of her breast and they didn’t miss the opportunity. One time Peggy bent over to pick up clothes off the floor and Omar’s eyes about popped out of his head. Peggy was wearing a mini skirt but no panties. In a way, I felt sorry for them. To my knowledge, they had no female interaction other than my wife, who was obviously teasing them.

This went on for a while and I started having dreams where I came home early and caught Kunta and Omar fucking my wife. To be honest, I trusted all three of them. Omar and Kunta are much too honorable, respectful, and have too much integrity to ever do anything like that. But they do like to look.

Finally I brought up the subject of Omar and Kunta’s lack of female relationship with Peggy and she had already talked to them about this. Apparently their plan was to get education, save money and return to their country to prearranged marriages. In essence, they were engaged. But they were horny young men that even though they didn’t have much time, did manage to masterbate occasionally while thinking about Peggy’s beautiful body.

Few days later, I was in the Ranch Hand House and asked Kunta about his wedding plans. He got a picture out of a drawer and as he picked up the picture, I saw a full body picture of Peggy in her swim suit. The picture of Kunta’s fiancee was dressed from head to toe and there wasn’t much of her to see. No wonder they like to see Peggy. They don’t get to see any skin back home.

Peggy and I had been spending more and more time on the ranch helping with things. The ranch had grown bigger and more successful. It was pretty obvious Omar and Kunta were behind on their school work and finals were coming up. They were so respectful, always calling me “Da Boss,” and Peggy “Boss Lady.”

Peggy and I like to play Gin Rummy and we started having the looser be a slave to the winner. She won and made me go to the Nutcracker Ballet. Talk about torture and boring. Then we had a very close game that I won and I made her work with Omar and Kunta all weekend with no bra or panties. She gave less resistance than I expected. It even looked like she enjoyed the idea.

Peggy dressed in a loose blouse and loose short shorts that didn’t cover her crouch. All four of us were working the chicken coup and sure enough, every time Peggy bent over, the boys stopped and looked. First getting a view of her breast and then she bent over with her back to them and gave them a view of her soft lips.

Soon the boy’s start to have bulges in the pants that became more and more obvious. Just out of curiosity I left them alone in the pasture and went back to the house. We have a pair of powerful binoculars and I watched them. Peggy shamelessly bent over allowing them to look down her shirt. Then after Omar said something, she pulled her shirt up showing them her breast. I expected the horny boys to fondle Peggy but they just looked and never made a move. She even raised one leg and rested it on a tree stump for several minutes letting them see her pussy but again, they just looked. The thing is, I had a raging hard on and that night made wild, passionate love to my exhibitionist wife. I couldn’t believe she showed the boys her privates and even more unbelievable is that I liked it.

Towards the end of the summer, Peggy had won almost every game of Gin Rummy and made me do extra chores, buy new linen for the Ranch Hand House, and even made me go to an Opera. Finally I won and she was my “slave.” My plan was to somehow arrange for the boys to get to touch Peggy’s beautiful nakedness. The thought of them seeing her totally nude was my new fantasy. Maybe touching her breast. I really didn’t think much passed that.

It didn’t take long for the perfect opportunity. It was beginning of summer and all of us had been working getting hey in the barn, harvesting the garden and feeding all the babies; goats, cows, pigs, and chickens. I invited the boys to dinner and stressed that they “shower up” before coming to dinner because we were going to have Prime Rib and steamed vegetables which was their favorite. When Peggy and I got home I reminded her that she was my slave and for her to take a bath while I showered. I wanted her fresh for our two boys.

Everyone enjoyed dinner and more wine was given to Peggy and more beer to the boys. Every time their glasses got down, I filled them up again. No one even noticed or if they did, they just kept on drinking. After dinner we all went into the living room.

Now, you need to understand, people would consider me a “Red Neck.” I do things a little different than most. I am open with people and say what’s on my mind. After Peggy sat down on the couch, I told the boys to sit down, one on each side of her. So it started by me telling the boys that I have been watching them looking at my wife’s breast and up her shorts. I think I said, “You have been trying to look at my wife’s privates.” When they tried to explain or apologize, I stopped them and told my wife that her exhibitionism was also apparent. She tried to deny but I kept on talking.

Going on, I explained that it wasn’t fair to the boys to tease them like that seeing that they haven’t had opportunities to be with women. So it only seems right that Peggy just show herself and no more teasing. Everyone’s jaw dropped and the room went silent. Reminding Peggy that she was my slave, I asked her to remove her blouse. She hesitated and I reassured her that it was OK.

It was so erotic when she removed her blouse with Kunta and Omar watching. I let the boys feast on her cleavage for a minute and then asked Peggy to remove her bra. Not sure if it was the wine or that she also wanted to show herself to the boys, but she didn’t object. With her bra off, I encouraged the boys to look all they wanted. Then Omar asks, “Boss, can we touch ‘er boobies?” I liked that they were respectful and excepting that I was in charge. So of course I agreed and they each slowly reached over and began caressing Peggy’s breasts. Talk about erotic!

After they had softly touched and then held and then firmly squeezed my wife’s breasts, I notices both had growing bulges in their pants. It just seem like a shame to let these young erections go to waste so I asked them to show Peggy their cocks. When they hesitated, I bluntly told them to take their belts off. Then I told them to unbutton their pants, now unzip, and now pull out your cocks so Peggy can see you. It is only fair, since you have seen her. Kunta pulled his pants down and out popped a rather large fully hard black cock. Omar was not far behind and he pulled his pants down. Holy crap. I kind of expected them to have big cocks since they are black. Kunta was about an inch longer than mine and about 50% thicker. But Omar was a good 2 inches longer and at least twice as thick. They were both uncut and Omar pulled the foreskin down so the head of his cock showed just like if it was circumcised.

It was so cute how Peggy was acting shy and looking but not looking. She was tongue tied. She would say something but not finishing her sentence. So I told her to wrap her right hand around Omar’s penis and left hand around Kunta’s penis. She looked at me with a “Do I really dare” expression and slowly reached over and took Kunta’s cock. First she touched the head, then down the shaft and finally wrapped her fingers around it. Her fingers just barly touched her thumb. After she had Kunta’s cock securely in her hand she looked over at Omar’s monster cock and I saw her expression change to “Holy Shit that thing is big.” She timidly reached over like any minute it was going to bite her. Again she touched the head, down the shaft and wrapped her hand around his thick cock. With Omar’s, her fingers and thumb were about a half inch from touching. That is how thick his cock was. As Peggy was doing this, both boys removed their pants completely. They were such willing subjects.

Watching Peggy caressing the boys cocks and them touching my wife’s breast was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. It was so taboo and naughty. I felt so accomplished at helping the boys experience a woman’s body. This was the extent of my fantasy but little did I know, this was not to be the end of the night. Kunta was the more forward one. He asked if he could kiss Peggy’s breast. That didn’t seem too bad so I said yes. He smiled from ear to ear as he bent over and started kissing Peggy’s left breast, working from the side to the nipple then taking her nipple into his month and sucking on it. Omar looked at me and I nodded and he started kissing her also. Peggy was smiling and giggling just like a little school girl.

As I am watching this two men feast on my wife’s breast, I notice Kunta’s hand innocently touching my wife’s stomach. He nonchalantly moved it down until he was at the waistline of her pants. The picture of his large black hand on my wife’s petite white body was so erotic. The boys had removed their pants and it didn’t seem right that Peggy had her on.

So I pointed out that Omar and Kunta didn’t have pants on and told Peggy to remove her pants. Now even though she was my slave, I didn’t expect her to continue to go along with stripping in front of the boys. But to my surprise and delight, she took her hands off their cocks, unbuttoned, unzipped, then lifted her ass up as she slid her pants down her hips. The boys helped her move her pant to the floor and off. Kunta immediately placed his hand on her bare leg as he was looking into her eyes. Oh, the look of desire was so intense. He wanted her, but It couldn’t go that far.

I was sharing my beautiful wife with them, not giving her to them. After a couple of minutes of this, Kunta asked if he could touch Peggy’s underwear. He wanted to put his hand on her privates! Shit, Hell NO! But what came out of my month surprised me and I think Peggy too, “Ok,” I said, “Only for a minute.” And when I said only a minute, I meant only a minute.

Omar had stopped kissing Peggy’s breast and watched Kunta move his hand between Peggy’s legs and right to her most private, intimate part. He was caressing her pussy through her panties. Now the vision that was buried into my mind was as Kunta moved his hand, Peggy opened her legs willingly allowing his hand to touch her pussy. Obviously she wanted his touch and was getting extremely horny being with these two. How far was she willing to go? Shit! Would she let them go all the way?

Up until now I was sitting in our lazy boy recliner watching and directing the escapades. I had asked Peggy to show them her boobs, let them touch and then kiss her breast. I had asked the boys to let Peggy play with their cocks, which she was more than willing to do. Then I said ok to touching her panties. I sat back and watching two young black men enjoying my wife’s body. All of this had made me so horny. Watching my wife with these two boys had giving me the hardest erection of my life. It was literally the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I just had to be apart of it. I wanted my wife but I didn’t want to put a stop to her pleasure.

I watch Kunta touch Peggy’s pussy for several minutes. Then he slowly worked his fingers under the waistline of her panties. That is when I stood up and walked over to them. Kunta was feeling the top of my wife’s crack. I stopped them, and told the boys to stand up. The look of disappoint on all their faces, including Peggy, made it crystal clear that they wanted to continue.

Instead of taking Peggy to our bedroom like I had planned, I laid her down on the couch. I knelt beside her and started kissing her. She was so willing. She passionately kissed me back. I have never known her to be this turned on. As I kissed her, I ran my hand down her stomach and into her panties. I wanted to feel her wetness. Oh shit, she was dripping. Never had I known her vagina to be this wet and ready for penetration. As I kissed and fingered my wife, one of the boys took a hold of her panties. Peggy lifted up her ass allowing them to remove her panties. Holy shit, my wife is completely naked. Omar and Kunta are fully erect and wanting her.

This wasn’t the plan but I didn’t want to stop. Peggy and I are passionately kissing when she takes my head into both her delicate hands, breaks off the kiss and tells me “I want him inside me.” We kiss again and again she breaks off our kiss and says, “I want him inside of me.” It take a second to understand what she is asking but then it hits me, she wants Kunta to fuck her. Then she says with more of a demand than a request, “I want Kunta inside of me.”

Is it possible to be drunk on passion because I can’t understand why I did what I did. I looked at Kunta and ask him to put his cock inside my wife and I went back to kissing her. As we are putting our tongues in each other’s months I feel Kunta climb on top of my wife. We continue to kissing. Kunta’s cock is touching Peggy’s pussy.

We are still kissing when I feel Peggy’s body move. She takes a big breath and I know that another man’s cock just entered my wife. She has a surprised look on her face and her eyes are wide open like she just saw a mouse. Now, I look down and see Kunta’s cock half way inside of my wife’s vagina. He pushes a little more. Now it is completely buried. At first he just held it balls deep inside of her, but then started to pump in and out of her. This is when she held my head and pulled me back to her. We kissed while Kunta fucked her. As we kiss I could feel the rocking motion. He is slowly pumping his cock in and out of my wife. He didn’t pound her or fuck her hard. It was slow and gentle just like she likes it. We continued to kiss and then Peggy pulls my head and tells me she wants him to cum inside of her. I don’t know if she was telling, asking or what but I relay it to Kunta; I say to him, “Cum inside my wife, pump her full of your sperm.” It just felt so erotic telling another man to cum inside my wife. After telling him we started kissing again. When I heard Kunta moaning, I knew that another man was filling my wife with his sperm.

As soon as Kunta was done unloading his balls inside of Peggy, she softly holds my head again and tells me “I want Omar inside of me.” Without any hesitation I relay the request, “Omar, put your cock inside my wife.” Just saying that made me shiver with lust.

Omar was instantly on her with that huge cock about to enter her vagina. Peggy pulled my head to her and we kissed again while Omar’s cock explored her pussy until the head found her hole. This took a minute but when it did he pushed and easily entered her cum filled extremely wet love hole. I knew he entered her when her body suddenly jerked and she gasped like something startling just happened.

Again, I looked down and the site of Omar’s huge cock disappearing inside my wife will forever be burned into my memory. We started to kiss again as he pumped in and out of her.

There is nothing like kissing your wife while she rocks back and forth from another man’s cock pumping inside of her. There are no words to explain the conflict of emotions going through me as we passionately kiss while Omar is fucking her. I am kissing my wife knowing that another man is inside of her. Then she tells me again, “I want Omar to cum inside of me.” I don’t know why she felt she had to say this. Maybe she felt she needed my permission, but I think it was just erotic for her to use those words, “Omar, cum inside me.” So I tell Omar to cum inside my wife and I resume kissing as he continues to slowly fuck my wife.

As I am kissing Peggy, Omar starts to tremble. I don’t see him, I just feel the change of movement in Peggy’s body and I know that Omar is releasing hundreds of millions of sperm inside my wife’s vagina. Kunta’s sperm are probably already swimming up her uterus and out her tubes to her ovaries. Omar holds his cock deep inside Peggy as he jerks a few more time making sure he unloaded ever last drop of his seamen inside of her.

Before Omar pulls out, I strip as fast as I can. I am so horny that all I can think about is having my turn fucking Peggy. So as he rolls off of my wife, I climb on top of her and slip my cock inside her cum filled hole. I have never experienced a cunt so wet . My cock slips in easily with zero friction. I can pump my cock in and out of Peggy’s pussy and know that I am not hurting her. The thought of being inside her vagina that had already had two cock unload was turning me on so much I can’t explain.

Peggy had her hands on my ass pulling me hard into her and in no time I was exploding in the most intense orgasm of my life. She pulled me so hard into her and after unloading my balls inside her cunt she started breathing erratically like she does when she cums. I held tight again her pubic area while her orgasm erupted and she became very short of breath. I could feel her body trembling for several minutes as she climaxed in what had to be the most intense orgasm.

Finally her body goes limp and Peggy lets go of my ass. She laid there under me catching her breath. When she opens her eyes she says, “Oh shit! what just happened?” I reply, “I don’t know but it just blew my mind.” I rolled off. Kunta and Omar were already dressed. As they were thanking us we ignored them and grabbed our clothes and went to our bedroom. I hadn’t realized how late it was. We didn’t say any more, but just crawled in bed together. I held my wife, who had been fuck by three guys, in my arms. I think both our brains had information overload so we didn’t say anything and feel sleep.

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