Tribal CallsTribal Calls“Honey, can you hear me?“ Michelle’s voice sounded out of Bastian’s laptop.“Yeah, darling, I can hear you perfectly,” Bastian answered, waving back at his young wife on the screen before him.“We’ve finally arrived in the village, and everything is set for the wedding the day after tomorrow. Two weeks are over, only two more to go until you’ve got me back in good old Germany!”Bastian smiled at her and once again he became painfully aware that Michelle had been gone for 14 days already. Out of the blue, Tuli, one of Michelle’s best friends at university, had invited her and the two other girls, Nadine and Vanessa, of their once inseparable group, to her wedding in Namibia. No plus ones. She had fallen in love with a Himba tribesman and was to marry him in his village in the northern part of the country. Why she had chosen to abandon a western life in the city in favor of a nomadic life was beyond Bastian, but Michelle was very sympathetic with her friend’s choice.Michelle, Bastian’s 27-year-old wife of two years, and the other girls quickly drew up a plan to turn this wedding visit into a four-week-long vacation and safari through the former German colony to celebrate their reunion using up almost their entire annual vacation. Although Bastian wasn’t quite sure whether he liked the idea of his beautiful, slender wife touring through Africa, he understood how important the bond between the girls was to her, and it didn’t take very long until he gave his consent. He drove her to the airport in Munich himself and waved her goodbye, taking a last good look at her lovely appearance with her long, blond hair, tied back in a ponytail, and her gorgeous tush swaying left and right in her khaki shorts that revealed a good amount of her long and slender legs.For Bastian, the first week proved to be the easiest part of the challenge. Once or twice a day he would video chat with Michelle, and a good cell phone coverage enabled them to text regularly, so he would know all about their lazy days at the beaches, activities in the cities and so on.The second week, however, proved to be rather complicated. On their way up North, the girls spent a week on safari through various national parks, and only every other day, when she had wi-fi access in one of the safari lodges, was Bastian able to video chat or text with Michelle to hear all about their adventures, get pictures of Zebras, Giraffes and Lions and regularly be assured of his wife’s safety.Michelle’s safety wasn’t Bastian’s own cause of concern though. Never before had he been parted from his wife for that long, and although he tried his best, he couldn’t help but feel the rising sexual appetite within him. The thought of having to cope for another whole fortnight without Michelle’s soft skin, the fabulous feeling of her hands around his cock, her magnificent, round C-Cup breasts or the warm wetness of her pussy with that well-trimmed, dark blond landing strip on top caused Bastian to steadily build up the horniness inside of him. And now the girls seemed to have finally arrived at the tribal village, and Bastian was looking at his wife on his laptop screen. She seemed to be in some kind of cone-shaped hut, and although there was sunlight shining in through the entrance, there were several electric lamps providing light for her to illuminate the room.“Yeah, I’m so looking forward to having you back! You have no idea, darling!” Bastian said, continuing the conversation. “Are you alone?”A frown appeared on Michelle’s forehead as she quickly checked her surrounding and affirmed she was all alone.“And I’m so looking forward to some… togetherness, if you know what I mean,” Bastian said with a slight giggle underlying his voice.“Haha,” Michelle laughed, “oh yes, I absolutely do know what you mean, honey! I don’t know how to put this delicately right now, but I need it, Bastian. I need it REALLY bad! You should be glad you haven’t packed me any condoms, because by now, I couldn’t assure you 100 per cent that I definitely most absolutely wouldn’t ever use them.” She laughed again.“Oh, you better be a good girl, darling!” Bastian went along with her teasing, “How unfair would it be if your wishes were fulfilled while mine weren’t?”Bastian couldn’t believe he was actually joking about this topic. His wife was thousands of kilometers away in Africa, with her very exotic, northern European looks, and surrounded by a probably patriarchal society. However, those jokes were the first kind of sexual interaction with Michelle for weeks.“Since I know you quite well, honey, I’m more than sure you’ve already taken good care of your needs yourself. Shall I check the browser history of your laptop when I’m home?” Michelle answered with a bright grin.“Alright, you caught me there,” Bastian laughed. “But how about you? Have you really been so pure the whole time?”“Well, a lady should remain silent about such matters,” Michelle teased him. “However, I only want to emphasize – purely theoretically, of course – that using one’s imagination to do certain things is way harder than looking at porn.”“If you say so,” Bastian said and smirked. “Anyway, tell me about the village. Where are you right now? How is it there?“Well, it’s like we have dived into another world,” Michelle started. “It’s a rather big village with about 150 people, and as you can see, they live in huts made of clay. The people here appear to be exceptionally healthy. According to Tuli, in this area, illnesses like prosperity diseases or STDs practically don’t exist.Apart from Tuli and a few of her relatives that have come here for the wedding, nobody seems to speak any western language, so we really rely on them for translation.Us three are clearly sticking out here, and not only because of the color of our skin but our clothing and hairstyle as well. People here don’t cover their upper bodies – yes, the women too – and to cover their lower body parts, they wear clothing made of a****l skin or cloth. The women have braided hair, and those braids are covered in some strange mixture to make the individual hairs stick together. It was sooo strange to see Tuli like that. The men wear some kind of caps or head-wraps.Nadine, Vanessa and I are accommodated in this hut, which belongs to Tuli’s future brother-in-law Tjiruru, but she said he prefers to be called Tiru. While we’re here, he and his two wives stay in another hut of his.There’s almost no electricity here save for some fuel-powered generators that Tuli and her fiancé Tjarambwa – yes, I’ve finally managed to pronounce his name – had brought here especially for us and some of her relatives since she knew we’d bring electronic devices with us. They’ve asked us, however, to use them as little as possible and only to charge our phones or tablets, because the noise stresses the cattle, which is the most important element of the village’s economic life, I guess.Luckily, mobile internet coverage around here is relatively good, especially at night, so we might be able to video chat rather regularly.”“The women are naked? Got any pics?” Bastian said.“Really? I’ve just told you about the most interesting society I’ve ever visited, and that’s all you’ve taken from it?” Michelle laughed with a slight undertone of being upset.“Yeah, yeah, bad me!” Bastian joked along.“Yeah, bad you!” Michelle replied with a smirk. “The level of horniness must be really great back in Germany.”“You have no idea,” Bastian quickly answered,” I’m one step away of making love to an apple pie, just like in that movie, haha.”“Well, I’m not sure whether this rises or shrinks your horniness, but what would you say if Tuli’s future sister-in-law has asked us if we were willing to dress like them for the time we’re staying?”Bastian immediately noticed his breath pause for a moment. As his brain was desperately working on processing what Michelle had just said, his cock twitched inside of his sweatpants.“I’m sorry, she asked you what?” Bastian asked with both a silent hope that he hadn’t understood his wife correctly and a sudden wish that he had.“Well, she…” Michelle began.“Alright, Michie, I’ve discussed it with Nadie, and we’ve agreed to go along with it,” Vanessa’s voice suddenly echoed within the hut.A white, semi-naked figure, sarıyer escort dressed in nothing more but a short, woolen cloth and some sandals and presumably carrying a pile of clothes that had until recently been worn, appeared behind Michelle. Long and straight brown hair was barely covering the dark nipples, contrasting the bright skin of two perky B-Cup breasts, sticking out of a body that was a little thicker than that of Michelle but still slender. “We think it’s better if they finally stop nagging about our clothes. We just need to make sure that no pictures are taken and none of us ever speaks of th… AHHH!”Vanessa instantly dropped the clothes on the floor and covered her breasts with her arms when she realized Michelle was video chatting with Bastian. “What the hell?! Basti! You. Have. Never. Seen. Anything! Do you understand?!” Vanessa almost screamed in a high-pitched voice. “Hello to you too, Vany!” Bastian was waving his hand and couldn’t hide his laughter. “Looks hot over there, haha!”“Please, I beg you!” Vanessa continued. “Please don’t tell anyone about this! Otto would freak out if he knew his wife was walking around topless in another country!”Bastian nodded, still laughing, and with that she quickly got out of the hut, leaving Bastian and Michelle to look at each uncomfortably.“So that wasn’t a joke then,” Bastian finally picked up their conversation. “Are you really planning on doing that?”“I don’t know…” Michelle said and turned her head away, looking at a piece of cloth Vanessa had thrown on the floor next to her. “Would that be a problem for you?” She held the piece of cloth up and bit her lip.“Well, I’m not sure,” Bastian said and gulped. “So you’d be wearing nothing but sandals and this… thing? Not even underwear? And everyone could see your breasts…”His face showed the level of uneasiness and concern raging within Bastian’s mind. What Michelle couldn’t see, however, was the bulge his hardened cock was forming inside his sweatpants on the thought of his darling wife and her friends, flashing their white breasts among those native African people.“Well, kind of…” Michelle answered, clearly uncomfortable. “I’d definitely put on something underneath that skirt-thingy though. Maybe that white G string; that should satisfy them and still cover my lady parts from anyone’s view… Would… Would that be alright with you?”“You don’t have much of a choice if you don’t want to be the one dancing out of line, do you?” Bastian asked rhetorically. “You can do it under two conditions. One: You must stick together with Vanessa and Nadine all the time! I definitely don’t want you to run around like that alone amongst those strangers!”Michelle nodded meaningfully. “And the second condition?”“You’ll change right here in front of me,” Bastian seductively said. “Slowly.”“You’re such a naughty one, aren’t you?” Michelle said and gave her husband a grin.She rose to her feet, leaving her tablet on the floor, went to the entrance and closed the curtain. Then she slowly turned around to Bastian and seductively made a few steps toward the tablet.“So you want to watch me strip, honey? Then I’ll gladly give you what you want,” Michelle said in a sexy voice and began to slowly dance in front of him.Bastian, more than turned on at this point, quickly rose a little from his chair, pulled his sweatpants and boxers down and sat back down again to slowly jerk off watching his beautiful wife.Michelle took off her green t-shirt, and while she kept seductively dancing, her hands skillfully unclasped her bra behind her back. When her hands returned to her front again, her white, satin bra just fell down on the floor, exposing her round and full breasts, crowned by swollen, pink nipples.“Oh gosh, Michelle, you are so sexy!” Bastian moaned.“You like what you see, honey?” Michelle asked in a sexy voice and opened her khaki shorts, letting them slide down her long, slender legs, uncovering a black thong. “Oh yes, darling!” Bastian responded, now seriously stroking himself.“Mmm, why don’t you stand up and show your wife what you’re doing? That might help her to get rid of her panties too…” Michelle teased him.Bastian didn’t need to think twice and stood up. Although he didn’t have a very big or thick cock, he wasn’t small either, and he had never had any problems satisfying any woman, so he wasn’t ashamed of his manhood in the slightest.“Mmmm, just what I’ve been missing so desperately!” Michelle said and pulled down her thong.Bastian was immediately struggling not to cum right at that moment. The sight of Michelle’s beautiful pussy, despite the blonde stubble and a landing strip that obviously hadn’t been trimmed for some days, was almost overwhelmingly arousing for him.Michelle didn’t make it any easier for him when she suddenly knelt down in front of the tablet, leaned backwards and exposed herself completely to the camera. Under her husband’s watchful eyes, her right hand quickly found her entrance and inserted a finger into her already dripping wet pussy, causing her to moan.“Oh, darling, are you sure?” Bastian slightly tried to protest.“Shhh,” Michelle interrupted him, “the others should be occupied with helping Tuli right now, and I REALLY need this now!”Bastian went along and continued jerking himself off while he was watching his wife taking care of herself.“Oh my god, honey,” Michelle moaned softly, “I need to get fucked so bad! Walking around semi-naked among all those men here like one of their wives won’t help me either!”“So they turn you on?” Bastian asked right away.“I’ve been sexually starving for two weeks now, I’m in the middle of my cycle, and I’m in a village where men wear basically nothing but miniskirts, causing their big cocks to constantly appear in my sight. Even a washcloth would be turned on under these circumstances,” Michelle sighed as she was now finger-fucking herself with two fingers.“Oh dear, that’s so damn naughty!” Bastian moaned under heavy breaths.“I’m sorry, honey!” Michelle softly moaned without slowing down a bit. “I know it’s not right, but I can’t help it! Oh, what would I give to have you here with me now and fuck me just the way I like it!”“Darling, I’m so close! I’m going to cum any second now!” Bastian said, feeling his orgasm building up.“Show me! Please get close to the webcam and show me how you cum, baby!” Michelle begged.Bastian did as his wife asked. He moved closer to the camera, directing his cock on his desk just left of laptop. As he couldn’t hold it any longer, he relaxed his cock and started pumping wave after wave of cum out of his aching manhood, enjoying the most intense orgasm he had had in weeks.“Oh god honey, that’s so much! I… I can’t… hold… it…!” Michelle was almost panting as her own orgasm set in, causing her body to twitch and tremble in front of her husband’s satisfied gaze.Suddenly, when Bastian looked up behind Michelle, he saw something. A dark figure was standing halfway inside the hut, almost staring at Michelle, still kneeling on the floor and calming down from her climax.“Honey, there’s someone inside the hut!” Bastian almost shouted as quickly as he realized what was happening.Within a heartbeat, Michelle turned around, only to see the black man quickly escaping outside, obviously having realized he had been caught.“Oh damn,” Michelle sighed as she put on a white G string and wrapped the red and skillfully woven fabric around her hips, covering her lower body but still revealing her entire legs.“That was Tiru. You know, Tuli’s future brother-in-law, who owns this hut. He must have wanted something… Oh god, that’s so embarrassing! Do you know how long he was standing there?”“No idea,” Bastian said, pulling his sweatpants back on after he had wiped his cock clean with a piece of kitchen roll.“But I guess he got a good view of what was going on in here…”“Thank you,” Michelle hissed. “That’s really helpful, you know? I’m gonna go offline now and join the others. Oh god, I hope I haven’t messed anything up!”Bastian was about to say goodbye, but Michelle had already gone offline with a visibly angry facial expression, making him feel guilty in an instant. He picked up his phone and texted her,‘Hey darling, I’m sorry! esenyurt escort Please don’t be angry and take good care! Looking forward to hearing from you soon! Lovey you!’Bastian put his phone on the desk and leaned back at his desk chair. Looking at one of Michelle’s paintings on the wall, his thoughts travelled south to Namibia, leaving him wondering what his wife, now dressed in nothing but that piece of fabric, was doing. It was already 10:00 p.m., and he was already lying in bed as the sun was going down on this early summer’s day in Germany, when the buzzing of Bastian’s phone finally announced a message from Michelle.‘Hi honey, sorry for the late reply, but we’ve been so busy. Tuli, her future sister-in-law and her girlfriends were showing us around in the village and the adjoining area. Then we had a really delicious meal with what seemed to be half the village. It feels so weird walking around like this (you know what I mean), and we get a good amount of stares, but it’s not as bad as I had feared. Now us three are lying on our sleeping mats in the hut, and we’re looking forward to tomorrow with lots of work to prepare everything for the wedding. Lots of love and kisses! Michieps: I need more of what we did today! Maybe tomorrow night?’Rereading the message, Bastian tried to imagine his wife in the African environment. He pictured her squatting on the floor, eating food out of a bowl with her bare hands. She was eating and chatting with black, half-naked women, whose dark skin let Michelle stick out like a candle in the night. Her breasts were on full display, framed by her golden hair. Men were standing behind her. Men dressed in a****l skins – zebras, leopards, cheetahs and others- around their waists. Their large, hard cocks were sticking out under their clothing. They were rubbing them, slowly coming closer to Michelle who was still unaware of what was going on behind her. The black women smiled as the tip of one cock finally appeared next to Michelle’s face. Michelle turned her head, and her blue eyes were staring at the dark flesh.Bastian woke up, still lying in his bed. He had been dreaming. I big sigh of relief escaped his lips, but when he became more aware of his body, he realized in shock that his hand was wrapped around his aching erection. Had he really been u*********sly jacking off to that wicked dream? Was he in such desperate need of sex that his mind began to haunt him with such sick fantasies that he felt ashamed for not only regarding those African people but also and most importantly regarding his own wife?What if he actually wanted such a scenario to happen? Bastian got up and went on the balcony to get some fresh air. No, that couldn’t be. He could never ever want anything like that to happen. Trying to erase the wicked images out of his mind, he was staring out to the darkening horizon until the sun had finally gone down.The next day helped Bastian redirect his focus on other things. First work, then buying groceries, cooking dinner, washing the dishes and then doing his weekly check of their finances helped him not to think about what was going on in Namibia too much.And of course, a healthy amount of good Scotch did its own part to help Bastian feel at ease.However, that stopped when Bastian’s phone buzzed again at aroud 9:00 p.m.‘See you in 5 minutes? Please be on the floor like me!’ was all Michelle’s text said.Bastian instantly felt like the day before when he placed the laptop on the floor and sat down cross-legged in front of it. The screen went on and after a few moments, the video chat was showing the by now familiar background of the clay hut. This time, however, Bastian wasn’t looking at his wife, the German tourist, ready for a safari in the African wilderness. This time, he was looking at his wife, dressed like a woman of the Himba tribe, kneeling before her tablet on the floor with her hands resting on her knees, her boobs on full display with her blond hair once again tied back in a ponytail. A glance downwards between her slightly spread thighs revealed the sight of Michelle’s white G string, still covering her innocent pussy.“Hello, my love!” Michelle greeted him. “I’m so glad you could make it!”“Hello, darling,” Bastian responded, “of course. Have I ever let you down?” He grinned.“No, you haven’t,” Michelle said and smiled back. “I could always count on you.”At first, they just brought each other up to date about what had happened during the day. Bastian told her about his everyday business, and he learned that Michelle had helped preparing food for the next day, played with and looked after c***dren and spent much time with Tuli, Nadine and Vanessa talking about the good old days and the wedding.“Sounds like an eventful day,” Bastian remarked. “You must be rather tired now.”“Yes, honey, I’m quite exhausted, although…” Michelle began. “Well, I don’t know how to put this right, but… but… after yesterday, it almost seems as if I’ve become even… hornier… than before, haha.”Her slight stumbling, and the slightly strange way Michelle was talking told Bastian she had definitely had some alcohol. Just like him.Michelle went on, “I know it sounds strange, but I had somehow hoped doing that with you would… you know… release some pressure, but it seems I’ve even built up more.”“I feel you,” Bastian answered, sensing Michelle’s uneasiness. “I feel exactly the same. If I don’t have anything that keeps my mind from it, I could go for it almost 24/7. Especially when I see you like this!”Michelle blushed and hardly noticeably spread her legs a little further.“I’m glad you like it,” she said, letting her beautiful eyes rest directly on the camera. “These women here seem so comfortable walking around like this, but every now and then I still feel at awe that I’m actually doing this…”Bastian could see Michelle’s tipsy eyes wander down and so did his. A significant bulge had built up inside his sweatpants.“Well, now you’ve got proof. I definitely like it!” Bastian said, noticing his own tipsy voice, causing them both to laugh.“Well, why don’t you get rid of those pants, honey? Freeing your body does feel good, I can tell you!” Michelle said in a flirtatious manner and licked her lips.Complying with her suggestion, Bastian quickly freed himself from any piece of clothing and got down on the floor in a kneeling position in front of his laptop.“Mmm, that’s a lovely sight to behold,” Michelle immediately commented and bit her lip as she saw her husband beginning to slowly stroke himself. “Would you mind if I joined you?”When her husband shook his head, Michelle got up, removed the fabric and quickly got out of her G string. When she had knelt down again, her hand seemed to instinctively go back to the same position from the day before, letting a finger dive into her well-lubricated pussy with ease.“Oh darling I miss sleeping with you so badly!” Michelle moaned as she inserted a second finger and started letting them glide in and out of her wetness. “I miss your touch, your kisses, and I definitely miss your manhood!”Although Bastian far away from her, he could practically smell the aroma inside the hut and really hear the sounds of Michelle’s fingers against her sogginess.“So do I!” Bastian answered, speeding up his movements. “It’s driving me insane thinking about you walking around all those tribesmen while you’re in such need of sex and with your beautiful breasts on display.”“Oh my god!” Michelle closed her eyes. “Don’t say such things! Thinking about that makes me even hornier right now! Honey, have you any idea how frustrating it is for me to see their black cocks every now and then peeking out of their clothing?”“It almost sounds like you aren’t only longing for my cock, darling” Bastian said with an arousing shiver running down his spine. “It seems you’re longing for A cock.”“Oh, darling, that’s so naughty!” Michelle said with her eyes still closed. “So forbidden.” She was biting her lip.Then Bastian saw him. It seemed as if he had appeared out of nowhere. Tiru had returned, and Bastian could see him standing right behind his wife, still finger-fucking herself with closed eyes in front of her tablet with her loving husband, stroking his cock, on screen.“Mmmm, avrupa yakası escort honey, it feels so good to touch myself in front of you! If it only wasn’t my own hand touching me now!” Michelle went on, drunk and in sexual ecstasy. “Darling,” Bastian began, not knowing how to properly diffuse the situation, “please remain calm. He’s back again. The guy from last night is standing behind you right now.”Michelle almost stopped touching herself and slowed her movements down dramatically. She raised her eyes open wide in alarm.“Oh dear! Yes, I can see him on screen standing behind me! What shall I do?!”“Don’t panic, darling!” Bastian quickly responded, feeling his erection harden even more on the sight before him. “You could just turn around and tell him to leave.”While both Bastian and Michelle were still slowly masturbating themselves, Bastian could see Tiru undo the Zebra skin that covered his lower body. With a soft noise it fell to the ground.“Was that what I think it was?” Michelle asked, breathing heavily. “Please tell me, honey, my front camera is too bad to show me what’s happening behind me!”“He… He…” Bastian stuttered, mesmerized by the sight of Tiru’s impressive and already hard, black cock. “He’s standing behind you naked. He’s got his cock in his right hand, just about 50 centimeters away from your head.”Michelle let out a heavy sigh as she resumed touching herself more intensely. “Can… Can you describe it for me? Can you describe him?” Michelle asked, again closing her eyes.“Well, he…,” Bastian was lost for words. He felt himself caught in a bittersweet trap of arousal and alarm. “He’s both bigger and thicker than I am. He’s holding it just centimeters from your head, slowly stroking it. I can see his muscles. He’s definitely well-trained. He’s wearing nothing but some kind of head-wrap. He’s looking down at you…”Tiru glanced at the tablet. For a brief second, Bastian caught his eyes. There was not wickedness nor malice in them. Just primal desire. The same kind of desire that had kept both him and his wife occupied for the last days.“Shall I…” Michelle began, opening her eyes again and looking at Bastian. “Shall I tell him to go?”Bastian gulped. His brain was practically screaming yes inside of his head. His cock, however, used all its force to keep him from uttering that ridiculously simple word. “What would be the alternative?” Bastian asked, continuing to jerk off, feeling as aroused and excited as he had never felt before.“I think you know,” Michelle said in a voice that was both soft in sound but staggering in meaning. “What shall I do?”Bastian’s mind was running wild. He knew what she meant. He knew what could happen. He didn’t want that. And he did want it. “It’s your choice, darling!” Bastian finally heard himself say the words. “You have to decide.”Even though she appeared to be drunk and intoxicated with sexual arousal, Michelle seemed to be aware of the implications the next moments would have for their lives.“Are you serious?” Michelle asked. “We’ll go through this together? Whatever… Whatever happens?”Bastian paused. Tiru’s dark, athletic figure was towering behind Michelle’s white, innocent body, kneeling before him.“Whatever happens,” Bastian answered his wife.Michelle was looking at him, and Bastian was looking at her.Biting her lip and never breaking eye contact with her husband, Michelle leaned forward towards the tablet. Her hands touched the ground, letting her beautiful breasts hang down from her slim body. In between, Bastian could see her knees part further, spreading her legs even wider as she finally took a doggy style position, letting her upper body lie down on the ground and her rear stick out towards the black intruder.Not believing the reality his eyes were trying to present to him, Bastian was now vigorously jacking off, anticipating both in panic and in infinite arousal what was about to happen to his wife in Africa.Tiru didn’t need a formal invitation. It was clear that although he did not understand a single word the German couple were speaking, Michelle’s submissive and explicit pose in front of him could only mean one thing.Bastian was watching in awe as the black man went down on his knees behind Michelle, who was still looking directly at him, her husband that could not be there with her. For her.“Oh god, honey, I can feel him rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit! Oh god! Is this really happening?” Michelle sighed with a frown on her lovely forehead.“Shhhh, relax, darling,” Bastian was trying to console his wife. “It’s happening indeed. You’ve just spread your legs for another man.”Michelle nodded.Speaking it out loud felt like a punch in the guts for Bastian, but on the other hand, he felt as if he had taken a bold step.“Uuuuhhhh! Fuck! He’s pushing it inside of me!” Michelle suddenly moaned heavily, closing her eyes again as if she tried her best to concentrate and keep focus. “Dear lord, Bastian, it’s so big! I don’ know if I can… Uuhhhhh!”Bastian had to let go of his cock or he would have climaxed at that very moment.“Stay strong, darling!” Bastian gave her comfort. “I know you can take this! Just relax and try to adjust to his size!”It was as if another person was talking on behalf of him. Never would a situation have come to Bastian’s mind where he would try and help his wife take another cock, but here they were.Bastian watched Tiru grab Michelle’s waist with his hands and slowly pulling her back against him. He could only imagine how his bare, black shaft was slowly sinking inside Michelle’s until recently innocent, married pussy; how Michelle’s wetness was coating her African lovers flesh, preparing it for the ultimate act.When he was inside of her balls-deep, Tiru appeared to pause. Bastian imagined he was savoring the moment of having successfully claimed that white woman’s pussy. Michelle opened her eyes again.“Honey, it’s… It’s so big!” she started. “I’ve got his unprotected cock inside of me! Oh god, what am I doing? I’m not on the pill, and he’s not wearing a condom! Oh god, honey!”Michelle was about to add something when Tiru suddenly started. Although Bastian couldn’t quite see it, he knew from both Michelle’s surprised squeals and the force with which she was constantly being pushed towards the tablet that her black lover had begun to powerfully fuck her.There was not love nor romance within the movements of both Michelle and Tiru. Just wild and untamed primal fucking. His body wanted hers and hers wanted his. “Oh honey, he’s fucking me so good,” Michelle moaned. “He’s fucking your little wife, baby! Please keep jacking off! Show me you’re with me now!”Bastian did what his wife had asked him to do. He resumed masturbating while watching on as Michelle’s beautiful eyes kept closing every time Tiru slammed his flesh inside of her. He heard the primal sounds escaping his wife’s beautiful mouth and that of her black mate while he was giving her what she had been craving all those days.Then Tiru let go of Michelle’s waist. He raised his knees to take a squatting position behind his German price and grabbed her ponytail, raising Michelle’s head up as he kept fucking her. “Baby, I… UH! I think he’s about to… UH! About to… UH! About to cum any moment now!” Michelle managed to say.“It’s okay, darling!” Bastian reassured her. “Let yourself go! Let it happen!”Bastian then saw his wife raise her upper body towards her African lover. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth with his violent thrusts. Faster and faster the thrusts became, louder and louder their moans.Then, when Bastian was really beginning to believe Michele couldn’t take it any longer, a deep and sensual growl came out of Tiru’s mouth as his thrusts suddenly turned into seemingly uncontrolled slams. He was cumming.“He’s cumming! He’s cumming inside of me, honey! Oh, I can feel it!” Michelle was pumping herself back against her lover, clearly trying to consume as much of him as possible.Then her own orgasm set int. Bastian watched as an obviously powerful orgasm was rocking through Michelle’s body, causing her to scream like he never heard her scream during sex before.That’s all it took for him. He couldn’t hold it any longer. To the sight of his wife being filled with the seed of an African tribesman, Bastian unleashed the biggest amount of cum of his life. He couldn’t find the will to aim and let the spurts shoot out uncontrolledly, hitting both the bedroom floor and his laptop.Then it was quiet. Nothing could be heard apart from Michelle’s soft, satisfied whimper and their heavy breaths.“What. The. Fuck?” Nadine exclaimed inside the hut.