Wives of Africa part 2

Louise was tall with long dark red hair. She had been educated at a very expensive private school before Oxford. She had studied anthropology and considered herself an expert on many matters.

She admired her naked body in the mirror. 35 24 34 her breasts filled a c cup. She leant back her breasts pushed forward they were young and firm and didn’t sag at all. She teased her pink nipples loving the feeling.

She let her right hand slip down over her ribs past her slim strong stomach. Louise ran her fingers through her neatly trimmed but still luxuriant ginger triangle.

She spread her legs wide open glancing at her pretty pink lips glistening with her juices. Teasing her body she let a finger drift across her moist opening returning her finger to her mouth tasting her own sweetness.

She stopped enjoying the feeling of excitement of anticipation. David would be home soon ready to fuck her brains out. Her husband ten years older than her was everything she had ever wanted.

Blonde good-looking and clever he was extremely successful the head of his firm in this country. She imagined his tongue on her body licking her making her cum. She imagined him between her legs making love filling her with his spunk.

They made love not once or twice a week like most couples but four, five sometimes as many as six times in a night. Tonight was no different. She had always enjoyed sex but somehow here in Africa she needed it more than ever. Louise put it down to the climate.

The next morning they made love again before David left for work and she dressed in her bikini ready to swim in the pool and sunbathe. Adji brought her coffee.
“What are you doing today?” She asked him.

“I’m making some love potions for my cousin to make a woman fall in love with him and a secret recipe for a cure for a woman who hasn’t conceived yet.”

Louise had listened to these bullshit stories before from Adji. She looked at him considering her reply carefully. He was old probably seventy or eighty years old, his mouth filled with only one or two teeth he was wrinkled and not even when he was younger would he have been attractive. She thought he had done enough damage with his stupid spells and potions.

“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s just nonsense and you know it.”

Adji had heard such words before from Europeans. When he had studied medicine in France he was amazed at the closed minds of his fellow students. It had been good fun using his black arts to seduce many white women. He smiled at her a condescending smile that irritated the hell out of Louise just as it was meant to.

“You’ll do far more harm than good and you know it. It’s unscientific based on superstition without one shred of evidence to support it. The only effect it could have is a placebo effect.”

“A placebo effect?”
He feigned ignorance. He knew more about placebo effects, autosuggestion and hypnosis than she could have imagined. He also knew the values of the old ways plants and animals that yielded powerful potions, trances that could let you see into the future or into someone’s thoughts.
“Yes where someone believes something will make them better or worse because they believe it.”
“So it only works because someone believes it will?”
“Yes I’ve told you it’s absolute nonsense, total rubbish nothing but superstitious claptrap. You shouldn’t be encouraging people to believe such garbage.”
“You do not believe in it?” Her words had annoyed him. She was the beneficiary of his drugs her sex life satisfied through his intervention in her diet.
“No it’s bollocks total bollocks.”

He cleared away her dishes.
“You do not like me? You find me ugly?”
He sensed her hostility to him. She was young but proud and profoundly ignorant. He could see her distaste for him the way she looked down her nose at him. She blushed bright red.
“Of course I like you.” She lied not answering his other question.
He licked his lips in a disgusting fashion eying her pretty young body.
“You would not want to make love to me.”
“Never.” She said too vehemently she realised.
Adji decided that at some stage he would teach this arrogant white woman a lesson. He would humiliate her make her beg him for sex.
“I could never betray my husband with anyone not you not any man.”
“A woman then?”
“You are a pervert. Now leave me alone while I go for a swim.”

Arrogant white woman Adji thought to himself. David believed him. He had brought him much success both at work and with the ladies. The potions he gave him made him more virile than ever. It was time she was taught a lesson.

He watched from her bedroom window as she sunbathed topless. This she never did in front of him. A pity he thought she had nice breasts and a nice arse for a white woman. He went through her brushes finding lots of strands of her hair. He found her razor and removed her short curly red pubes.

He found one of her broken nails beside the sink. Quickly he made a doll that looked just like her attaching her nail, her hair and then her pubes.

He dressed the doll in some rags and put her in his drawer. It took him the next four days to make up the correct potion. He fed it to her with her morning coffee for the next three days and placed a couple of drops on his doll.

She went swimming. Louise for some reason was more wary of him. It might have been the way he looked at her with a mixture of contempt and was that lust. He seemed to be staring at her breasts. She had felt her nipples harden under his gaze.

Adji watched her sunbathing even though she could not see him she had kept her top on. He knew he was unsettling her. He also knew that she would be feeling particularly sexy. He removed the top from his doll and put it in his pocket.

He walked out to where she was and asked if there was anything he could do for her.
“No.” She replied at the same time handing him her bikini top. He admired her naked breasts firm white compared to her golden tan. He stared at her nipples standing erect almost saluting him.

He returned to the house smiling. A placebo eh! You need to believe ha. She was his now completely.


Hannah played with her long honey blonde hair as she calculated her share of the bill. A trained accountant married to Peter she was in her second year in Africa.

Six months ago her life was perfect. Peter worked for a local firm supplying equipment and services to the government. Hannah had managed to get a job with the government procuring services and equipment. She had kept her maiden name. Peter was a gambler and Hannah loved to shop. They had run up debts.

James was infatuated by the tall Englishwoman. Hannah looked at him with contempt. He was a creep always trying to stare down her top and when he wasn’t doing that he kept asking her out for a drink. Some black men she found quite sexy but not James.

She found him ugly his face pock marked. He had a large flat nose and thick lips. He was short and bow legged. He was overweight and clearly unfit.

At a party to celebrate the President’s birthday she had drunk too much and for a dare had danced with James. He was like an octopus his hands everywhere trying to touch her breasts and her bum.