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Wifes version of Wife Flirted And Teased Our Two African Ranch Hands So I Tried To Make Her Play Fare But Things Get Out Of Control

When I was in high school, there was this teacher that taught history from his his own experience. When he taught about the revolutionary war, he had pictures of war sites with him in the pictures. When he taught European history he had pictures of Normandy with himself in the pictures. World travel was my dream. The teaches name was Jeff and I loved his class. He reminded me of Indiana Jones. The way he looked and the way he acted and I think even his voice was Harrison Ford.

Let me introduce myself, I am Peggy and the only way I can describe myself is that I am a runner. I ran cross country in high school and I still run every morning. Well, I’m 5’5” and about 120 lbs with long blond hair that I put into pony tails when I run. lately, I had taken up trail running. Luckily, we live in an area of the country with lots of trails perfect for running. The one thing that bothers me about myself are my breast. They are too big for a runner. I have to wear sport bras for support almost all the time. Otherwise, I fall out of my blouses so to speak.

I read my husband’s Jeff’s version, Oh did I tell you I married my high school history teacher? And how could he tell the story and leave out so much. So let me tell you what really happened.

Let’s start on our trip to Africa, it was amazing. I had always wanted to travel. I think what attracted me to Jeff were his stories of traveling to far away places. We visited the northern parts of Africa. We landed in Morocco and spent the day in Casablanca. Oh, it was a dream come true. The sites, sounds, even the smells fascinated me. We flew to Uganda and after a few days, took a bus to Kenya. This story is not supposed to be about our Africa experiences, except that we met Kunta and Omar in Uganda. They were the friendliest guys and we hit it off right away. Jeff even trust them to show me the real Uganda while he visited libraries. They borrowed a friends car and we drove to see their families, farms, and country-side that I would have never been able to see otherwise. Jeff wanted me to take lots of pictures but said to always include myself in the pictures. Did I tell you it was hot? Always hot! Even tank tops and shorts were too hot. Omar showed me a traditional women’s dress and it was light and much less uncomfortable than anything I had brought. The trick was not to wear anything underneath it. No bra, no panties. Let the fresh air keep you cool.

After being home a few months, we got a phone call from Omar, asking if he and Kunta could stay with us for a few days until they could find a place. Without any hesitation Jeff said OK. So we are letting two black men stay with us who we Uganda and knew them all of about three days. They were both bigger than Jeff, who stands about 5’8” and weighs about 160 lbs. Kunta was probably 6’1” and weighs 190 lbs and Omar’s about 6’2” and weighs about 200. They are not fat, in fact I don’t think they had an ounce of fat on them. Just muscle and big smiles. And one other thing, they both had big hands and big feet. I think that is an African trait. They were always happy and smiling. The most easy going guys I had ever met. It was hard not to like them and have fun when in their presence.

Now we are both school teachers. Jeff teaches high school and I teach elementary school. So you can see we are not wealthy or anything. We do live on a ten anchor ranch so to speak that is right next to government land. Our home is a very modest two bed room small ranch house, but we have a small one bedroom house, well more like a shack, in the back. It is really run down. Jeff is constantly saying he is going to fix it up. Well, when Kunta and Omar came they were so excited to see us. I had forgotten how we had hit it off and how friendly they were. And after they both cleaned up and shaved, how attractive they were. They are both in their early 20’s and are in an agriculture degree program an the university. Some kind of scholarship program that our government has with their government. They come over and get education and then go back and farm and teach others what they learn.

OK, so on with the store. Omar got so excited when he saw the shack in the back. We fix it up for you. You no pay us, we work for free. What he really meant was they would work for rent. Turns out, they both knew a lot about construction, plumbing, electrical, and well. . . They knew how to fix up a shack. We had to take out a small loan for the materials. For the next year, they would go to school full time and then work on the shack until midnight. It freaked me out when they torn out walls and the roof, but oh did they do a great job. The shack was almost nicer than the house. Which I made the mistake of mentioning to them when they were done. Next thing I know they are doing projects around the house. First was the patio, then the kitchen, then they broke a hole in our back wall and made french doors leading out to our new beautiful patio.

So after two years they had rebuilt the shack and remodeled our home. They didn’t want to stay for free. It was always, “what can we do next boss.” Jeff slipped and told them two things he really shouldn’t have said. We were paying on the shack and remodel loans that we really couldn’t afford and Jeff always wanted to raise livestock. He wanted our 10 acres to be a cattle reach.

Next thing we know, we have chicken coop and goats. Part of their schooling was to raise animals and the school helped them get started. Kunta already had lots of experience raising goats and chickens. To make a long store short, they made a very successful ranch. With in a year we were making money selling eggs, chicken, and goat meat to restaurants.

During the three years Omar and Kunta were living with us and working for us, we got really close. Elementary education doesn’t involve as many hours as high school, so I was usually home before Jeff. It was fun to go out and talk to our “Boys” as we referred to them. After their third year, we were really close and that summer Jeff took a summer teaching job so I had lots of time to spend with our boys. One day early in the summer, I was excited for the first hot summer day and I dress in my short shorts and halter top. The boys couldn’t take their eyes off of me. It was like they had never seen breast before because they both kept staring at my chest.

Some women would have been offended but I thought it was so cute that these boys 10 years younger than I were so taken by me. That first day, I had a bikini on since I was planning on laying out on our deck, that the boys had built, and get a little color. It was just afternoon so I told the boys to finish what they were doing and then come have lunch with me. Hurrying home, I stripped down to my bikini and laid out on the patio.

About 30 minutes later I could hear the boys at the front door and I yelled to them to come to the back. When they arrived, their eyes about popped out of their heads and jaws dropped but I acted like nothing was a miss. Girls wear bikinis all the time in front of boys, right? We had sandwiches and the stuff for the sandwiches were on the coffee table that was part of our patio set. So I would bend over and make their sandwiches while they starred at my ass or breast. When I handed them their sandwiches and chips each would stand up and then I would notices the bulge in their pants. Omar actually had the outline of his cock extending down his pant leg. Oh my, he must have a big black cock. So it must be true, black men are well endowed.

The next day, as I got dressed I kept thinking of the boys and put on even shorter shorts that almost didn’t have a crotch and a loose blouse but no bra or panties. Then just before noon I went over and asked the boys if they could help me hang some pictures. I just wanted an excuse to have them come over and tease them. At first I would hold the pictures on the wall and ask them to help me center and level the pictures. When I bent over to pick the picture off the floor both boys found out I wasn’t wearing a bra and it was so fun how they all of a sudden became speechless. Then when I stood on the couch holding one picture and raised one leg so put my foot on the back of the easy chair they got a view of my crotch and I’m sure the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties was obvious. So I’m an exhibitionist. It’s just that one day we were talking and the boys had never seen a naked girl or had girlfriends. They were too shy to ask a girl out at school and there were very few girls in the agriculture major. After dinner Jeff did something really strange, he reminded me that I was his slave and that it was my turn to do anything he asked. Well, I had had so many glasses of wine I lost count, so I followed Jeff, Kunta, and Omar into the living room. Jeff had me sit on the couch with Kunta and Omar on either side, which I thought was odd. Now Kunta and Omar will do anything Jeff asks without question. They come from a very dictatorship society and they really think of Jeff as their leader, even though they just call him “boss.” It’s alway “Yes boss,” which Jeff really enjoys. Now, don’t get me wrong, Kunta and Omar really like Jeff but Jeff takes advantage of their loyalty sometimes. They would work for free or for their rent if it would have been up to Jeff. I was the one who had to insist we pay them a fair wage for all the work they do around the ranch. Hell, they practically run the ranch and raise the chickens, pigs, and goats not to mention the live stock.

So now that I am sandwiched between my two young, handsome ranch hands, Jeff starts to go off on Kunta and Omar for sneaking glances at me when I am changing or bent over. Just as I am about to refute him, he goes off on me for teasing “these two young testosterone filled young men.” Just when I was about to yell at him for acting like my father, he tells me to take off my blouse and show “the boys” my boobs. This took me totally off guard and I was speechless. Then I remember him reminding me that I was his slave and it all started to make sense. I realized he was playing with us. How far was he willing to go with this? What were he intentions? Curiosity got the best of me and off came my blouse. Then he pointed out that all the teasing was not fare to the boys and I needed to show them my naked boobs. Well, the truth was, they had already seen my naked boobs so what was the harm in letting them see my breast again? So off came my bra and the grin on Omar’s face was priceless. Both boys stared intently at my naked breast and then Omar asked, “boss, I feel ‘er boobies?” Hesitating a little and thinking about it, Jeff stuttered a little and then told the boys they could feel my boobs! Oh shit! My husband is allowing our ranch hands to play with my naked breast. To be honest, I had fantasied about them having their way with me, but not in front of my husband. Well, I just froze and Kunta put his large strong hand on my right breast and then Omar took my left breast in his hand. They both touched lightly and then took more of my breast in their hands.

After they had felt, squeezed and played with my breast for several minutes, Omar ask, “Boss, can I kiss ‘er boobie?” I was sure it was all over now, there was no way my husband was going to allow anyone to kiss my breast; however, Jeff surprised me by explaining the injustice of the boys being ably to play with my naked breast while keeping their clothes on. In an authoritative voice, Jeff explained, “Kunta, Omar, it is only fare that you take off your pants and underwear and let Peggy touch you. Then you can kiss her breast.” I couldn’t believe my ears. While I was trying to comprehend what I had just heard, the boys took off their pants and underpants in record time. Suddenly I had two young, large black kids sitting next to me with their erections standing at attention for all to see. Omar was first to lean over and kiss my breast. Kunta didn’t hesitate to follow Omar’s lead and he kissed my other breast.

As I am coming to grips with our two ranch hands kissing my naked breast, Jeff suggest that I take Kunta’s cock in my hand. It is right there for the taking and so I reached over and wrapped my hand around his throbbing hard cock. While holding Kunta’s cock in my right hand, I then reached over and took Omar’s cock in my left hand. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Kunta and Omar were kissing my breast and I had my hands on their cocks. And let me tell you, their cocks are really big. Kunta’s cock is about 50% bigger than jeff, but Omar’s cock. . . Holy shit, it is at least twice as thick as Jeff’s cock and 2 or 3 inches longer. I was sliding my hand up and down their magnificent cocks, feeling how soft the skin is and how hard their erection are. As I was sliding my hands up and down their hard cocks, I wanted to make them cum. As expertly as I could, I started to stroke them, hoping to make them shoot their loads. I believe just before I got them to cum, Jeff informed us that again it wasn’t fare. The boys had their pants off so he instructed me to take off just my pants. Well, the boys were so into this and I could see the lust and desire in their faces so I unbuttoned then unzipped my jeans, lifted up my ass, I removed my pants. It was so cute how Kunta and Omar just stared at my panty covered pussy. Oh, I could see the lust and desire in their eyes. They wanted me so bad. We had better put a stop to this, because if it goes any further the boys are not going to be able to control themselves.

We were playing with fire and no one wanted to stop. As soon as my pants are off, the boys started kissing my breast and I started to stroke their cocks again. If only they would cum, then they would be satisfied and I would be safe. So I kept stroking them hoping they would orgasm. Both of them are leaking pre-cum and I am using it to lube up their cocks and stroke them with more urgency. Kunta put his hand on my thigh and caressed up and down my inner leg, while Omar put his hand on my stomach and softly touched, first around my belly button sending chills up my spine, then touching the top of my panties side to side. Oh, I wanted him to loose control and slide his fingers inside my panties and feel how hot and wet I was. It scared me that I wanted them to have me. I was giving into the situation. I should put a stop to everything but I just keep stroking these beautiful huge cocks, hoping they will cum and I’d be safe.

Suddenly, as I am struggling with guilt and lust, Jeff came over to the couch and pushed the boys out of the way and started to kiss me on my lips. My first thoughts are that he is putting a stop to this madness and I am saved from temptation. But it wasn’t to be. Him kissing me, was kind of a green light, and in my mind he was giving all of us permission to go as far as we wanted. As Jeff starts to kiss me with more passion, I let myself lay down on the couch, all the while kissing my husband. Rather than getting on top of me, he kneels down next to the couch and continues to kiss me. This leaves me open and vulnerable from the belly down. Of course Kunta is not one to let an opportunity pass him by, and he starts to kiss my naked leg, working his way up, up, up, to my panty covered, wet pussy. I can feel his breath on my inner thigh right next to my pussy. Oh shit, I know he wants me. I know what he wants to do. What should I do? Jeff is still kissing me. Not wanting to draw attention to what Kunta is doing, I continue to kiss my husband. But then I feel Kunta’s hands going to the waistband of my panties. My panties are the only thing keeping two black young men from being inside of me. Kunta gets his fingers under the waistband of my panties and starts to pull them down. I don’t understand why, but I lift up my hips allowing him to remove my panties. Now I am completely naked and their is nothing protecting my sex from being entered. At first I hold my legs tight together, but Kunta is kissing my legs again and he is gentle pushing them apart.

While I am kissing Jeff, it is impossible to concentrate on what is happening below my waist and before I know it, my legs are spread and Kunta worked his way up until he is kissing my pussy lips. Oh, I am so hot and moist, and his kisses and touch feel so good. In my mind, I knew if Jeff didn’t put a stop to this Kunta was going to go all the way with me. So I break off kissing Jeff and tell him that Kunta is going to be inside of me if he doesn’t put a stop to this. It’s like he didn’t hear me and he goes to kiss me again, but I tell him again, Kunta is going to be inside of me, thinking that being blunt would snap him back to reality. Jeff then stops and I feel a sense of relief but it was for only an instant because my husband then tells Kunta to go inside of me. WHAT!? I am dumbfounded. I can’t believe my ears. My husband just told another man to put his cock inside his wife. This is like information overload and I can’t compute what I just heard. But then Jeff starts to kiss me again and I relax for a second, only to feel Kunta’s naked body on top of me and the head of his cock touching my most intimate part. I feel this cock start to spread my pussy lips and he slips up and down my oh so wet crack and then his cock finds my love whole. Just as he is entering me, jeff breaks off kissing me and looks down at Kunta’s cock as it enters me. I keep expecting my husband to put a stop to having someone else have sex with his wife but he watches as Kunta pushed his cock completely inside of my vagina. As soon as Kunta is buried inside me and I feel his balls against my ass, Jeff goes back to kissing me. This gave Kunta permission to fuck me and he starts to pump his cock in and out of me faster and faster. Oh shit, he is going to cum inside of me. I start to panic at the thought of his seed inside of me and getting pregnant. Breaking off our kiss, I try one more time to get Jeff to his senses. In my mind, I wanted to make Jeff aware of the repercussions of letting Kunta cum inside of me. But I think all I said was, “Kunta is going to cum inside of me.” Jeff looks at Kunta as he is pounding his big cock inside of me and tell him that “Peggy wants you to cum inside of her,” and he starts kissing me again so I can’t clarify what I really said. Just then, Kunta moans and his body jerks and I can feel his cock unloading inside of me. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Is all I can think. Kunta is deep inside me, shooting hundreds of millions of sperm. He body jerks and pushes inside me a few more times squirting every last sperm deep in my womb. Jeff then breaks off our kiss and watches as Kunta now limp cock slips out of my very slippery hole. As Kunta gets off, Jeff looks at Omar and nods his head ever so slightly but that was all it took to give Omar permission to fuck me next. Why I didn’t say anything, I will never know, but I just laid there and allowed a second young naked black man to get on top of my still naked body. Just then it hit me, Omar’s cock is huge! It will never fit! Maybe Jeff senses my panic because he started kissing me again, while Omar started rubbing his huge cock up and down my very wet crack. When the head of his cock found my hole, I gasped with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance and I was about to scream for him to stop but he just held it there. Barely push in but not entering. It was like he was just knocking at my love door. For several minutes while Jeff continued kissing me, Omar gently pushed the head of his cock into my sex hole but not going inside of me. It felt really good and I started to climax. My body started to tremble and the most intense orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning. Just as I am shaking from this orgasm, Omar pushes hard and completely buries his cock inside of me. Oh! It hurt so good and it intensified my orgasm. I screamed out and squired for the first time as my body trembled from that amazing orgasm. Omar pumped that huge cock in and out and hit something inside of me that kept my orgasm going longer and longer. I must have been holding my breath because when I finally stopped cumming, I was completely out of breath. That is when Omar started to moan and pushed his cock hard all the way inside of me. I swear I could feel him inside my belly as he unloaded hundreds of millions of sperm inside of me again. This time I was numb to the fact that my fertile womb had just been filled with more live sperm.

Obviously I am finished and can’t take any more; however, Jeff was not to be denied. He must have been so horny he didn’t care that I am filled with two other men’s cum. As soon as Omar is off of me, Jeff is climbing on top of me and his cock easily slips inside my cum filled pussy. I just lay there, letting him have his way. I am too exhausted to make a fuss. He doesn’t mind, as he effortlessly pushes his cock inside of me. It slips in so easy and he pumped hard in and out of me for only a few minutes before adding his cum to my already full love hole. As he is pumping his millions of sperm inside of me, I wonder how I can hold so much sperm inside. It is obvious when he cums because he make a low growl that comes from deep in his throat. When he is finally done emptying his balls inside of me, he hesitates before kissing me again and rolls off of me.

What do you say after being fucked by two men in front of your husband and then having him finish you off? Well, that’s just it, I didn’t know what to say, so I held my legs together and Kegelled the best I could to keep from having a gallon of cum rush out of me. So I wouldn’t unload all that cum on the sofa, I kind of rolled off the couch onto my knees keeping my legs tight together and do my kegel exercises. As I am trying my best to keep from making a mess on the carpet and trying to go to our bedroom to clean up, Jeff grabs my arm and turns me around and kisses my again. He tells me I am the sexiest woman alive and whispers in my ear how much he loves me. So there I am, naked, being held by my husband who is proclaiming his love for me right after he and both our ranch hands just got through fucking me. There was just something about this that didn’t seem normal but as I am about to push off and head to the shower, Kunta and Omar come up to me also and tell me how amazing I am and how much they needed that. They both thank me and tell me I am the sexiest white woman they have ever seen. They of course are both dressed and I am still naked while they continue to sing my praises.

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