Wives of Africa

Conspicuous by their beauty but more noticeably their colour the four white women sat in the expensive bar of the best hotel in the capital city. All four of them were in their early twenties, three of them trophy brides for their high-flying husbands. They barely knew each other. The invite had been from Michelle.

Michelle was the queen bee of the social scene for the rich middle class in the capital. Her husband had a finger in every pie and could make or break people financially. She was not a person to say no to.

Rosemary was married to a fellow doctor and she was serious in her commitment to helping others. She had come out to Africa to work in a small hospital and had little time for the other three. They could only talk about their swimming pools or their clothes. They were so shallow. What had she got in common with the other three? The note the rather threatening note from Michelle suggested that they all had something in common. And that it would be best if they attended.

Kelly the tallest of them was nearly six foot tall. Her long blonde hair cascaded down to her shoulders. She had a slim figure 34 22 34 her breasts while not large were firm not needing a bra for support though she chose to wear one.

She had a very pretty face with full red lips, a small nose and light blue eyes. Her best feature was her legs that seemed to go on forever. She seemed distracted.

“Penny for them?” Louise asked.
“Sorry I was miles away.” Kelly replied.

Four weeks after her marriage to Roger she had arrived with him in their new home. She had three servants, Sarah, Andrew and Simon. At first she didn’t know quite how to deal with them but Sarah said she would organise everyone for her. Kelly felt useless despite her expensive private school education.

She was panicking Roger’s boss and some of his colleagues were coming round for dinner. Sarah told her not to worry she would organise it all.
Roger’s boss and his wife were the first to arrive. He was called Komo and stood nearly 6 ft 4 his wife Ula was a stunning black woman. Komo was not only tall but extremely muscular his shoulders looked twice the size of Roger’s.

The other guests arrived and the meal went smoothly. Kelly was nervous and drank too much. The men went outside to talk business and for a smoke leaving the women chatting.

Somehow the conversation got round to the subject of sex. Kelly found herself blushing as the women discussed sex in the most graphic style. She had been brought up quite strictly in a religious home and found the talk both disgusting and intriguing.

“It’s a well known fact that black men have the biggest cocks.” Amy a middle-aged woman opined.
Kelly had been silent for so long felt she had to say something.
“Well I’ve read that there isn’t much difference.