Foreign Affair Pt. 02

Foreign Affair pt. 2

Author's note: As you may have noticed in part one; some of the characters, such as Abina, have their dialogue written phonetically. This is to express accent through writing. So, when you see words like "dees" for the word this or "ees" for is, this is because she (and other characters) may pronounce the letter 'I' as a long 'E' sound. You may see "D" or "T" used in place of "TH" for words like "this, these, thanks, and more" Hopefully it has caused no issue.

There was also a minor error on the previous chapter, the last name for Abina and Kojo is Tetteh, not Tetteth.

The story continues:

Trent approached the door, after watching Kojo leave by bus and knocked.

Four Days Earlier

Abina had spent her time quietly keeping herself busy as a wife should. She cooked, cleaned, and did laundry for herself and her husband. After he had first returned home following her events with the young INS agent, she couldn't bring herself to kiss her husband. Part of her was upset with Kojo for lying about working but she didn't bring it up because she also felt like she had betrayed him.

Abina still thought about how much bigger the white man's cock had been, how it had tasted on her tongue, how his seed had tasted. She had regretted doing it but couldn't deny how her body reacted to it. When she had married Kojo, it almost felt like an act of pity from him or perhaps transactional in nature. He did not court her so much as he had simply spent some time with her and her mother, brought up the subject of marriage, and then it happened. Their sex life was brief and barely worth mentioning. They had a brief sexual encounter on their wedding night and few times after. Abina found that Kojo could not last very long and it had prevented them from having children.

Abina found herself, sometimes, staring at the chair where she had taken the young white man's cock into her mouth, remembering his words, how he had held her head and her body would shudder. She tried to tell herself it was disgust.

Present

When the knock came at the door, Abina practically jumped. It was Saturday and Kojo had left for his work. Work that he had still not told Abina about, so she suspected it wasn't him. Abina hoped it was a neighbor, a delivery of some kind, anyone but who it would be. She opened the door and felt her heart beat faster and her thighs quiver, seeing the light-brown hair and almost shining brown eyes of the same young man. He was 5'11'' with a strong jaw, his body had looked fit from the clothing she had seen him wore before though she had seen his flat stomach and abs when he presented himself to her. Now, he wasn't in his polo shirt or khakis but denim jeans and a t-shirt that had a band name she wouldn't recognize.

"Hello, Abina," said Trent.

Trent smiled as he saw her, like a deer in the headlights. She looked stunned and a bit confused. She wore a crimson wrap-neck top that showed just the briefest edge of the canyon that was her cleavage and a deep-brown skirt. Trent walked in, brushing by her large chest as he had before but this time Abina was a bit more assertive.

"I..I deed what you asked. You go now! My husband will be home soon," she tried to lie as Trent kept a smile on his face and shook his head.

"We both know that isn't true. Kojo is at his job and will be for hours but if you want we can wait together and then I can show him this," said Trent, pulling out his phone as he talked and pressing play.

Abina's eyes went to the phone and they widened. She watched herself sucking that long, hard cock and it looked like she was enjoying it. There was audio, soft hums of her sucking and the appreciative sigh of a man.

"You made me do dat! Kojo will see!" Abina tried to argue.

"The video doesn't include me saying or making you do anything. It looks a lot like you did that all on your own," countered Trent.

Abina watched the video as it kept going until Trent paused it just as he was finishing into her mouth. Abina felt her tongue pushing at her lips and pulled it back in quickly.

"I'm not actually an INS agent but that doesn't matter. I have real video of you doing something that would ruin you for your husband and maybe the world, I could share it with the internet or you could do whatever I say, so, decide," Trent laid out his ultimatum, breaking down her defenses.

Abina felt her sense of pride being tested. She was a dutiful wife. She loved Kojo but could she do this to protect him and herself? She gulped and sat down on the chair, opening her lips obediently.

Trent chuckled at the display of obeisance but shook his head.

"No, Abina, that was just fun but you will do plenty of that later. Today, I want you to start by following me and removing your blouse and bra," said Trent as he sauntered by her and entered her bedroom.

Abina watched in disbelief as he turned down her already humiliating gesture to enter the same bedroom where she and Kojo slept. She heard him moving and frowned as she slowly stood. When she entered the bedroom, she was stunned once more to see his pants around his ankles, his strong legs exposed, and his hard cock pointed straight up like the mast of a ship.

"I said, blouse and bra off," repeated Trent.

Abina obliged, slowly. Her crimson top came off, exposing her dark, smooth skin and more of her tremendous cleavage. Her bra was a beige color and it looked a bit old. She slowly relented and unlatched it, letting her breasts spill free. The pair of beautiful breasts were each topped with a dark areola the color of onyx and a puffy nipple. Her breasts were heavy and hung down with a natural, almost teardrop-like shape as they had retained much of their perkiness rather than droop downward.

Trent couldn't help but let out an appreciative sound, a quick gasp of air, before he gave his right thigh a light slap.

"Now, give me a titjob," he instructed.

"Teet-job?" asked Abina, confused.

Trent sighed, not surprised but explained, "put your breasts around my cock and move them up and down until I cum."

Abina had never done that before for Kojo either, another new experience that she shared with the stranger in front of her. She got onto her knees, in front of the white man on her own bed and pushed her soft, warm breasts around his cock. The head of which poked up and practically glared at her as she began the process that was explained. She raised and lowered her breasts, her arms already starting to feel some strain from the heft of her bosom but she kept going. Up and down, her breasts glided along his hard, hot cock.

Trent sighed and let her work but she was going slower than he preferred. He put his right hand to the back of her head, feeling her fuzzy, short hair.

"Lick the head while you do it and move a little faster," he demanded.

Abina stuck out her pink tongue and ran it over the head of the cock. That taste returned to her. She had thought it had faded from memory in just a week but she was wrong. Her sense of taste tied to that memory, everything came flooding back. She licked and moved her breasts. The quicker rise and fall of her breasts made a slapping rhythm in the bedroom as she went. The process repeated over and over. As she kept going, she tasted the familiar taste of his seed as a few droplets appeared at the top of his cock. His manhood twitched.

Trent marveled at those large breasts rising and falling. The feeling was amazing, so soft and warm, the pressure just right. Her tongue made him shudder and his cock twitched. He felt so close. He held on though, wanting this to go on. It did for a little longer than the blowjob but eventually, he had to relieve himself. Trent grinned.

"Alright, back up, shut your eyes, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue," grunted Trent as he began to stand, gripping his cock with his right hand now.

"Hold up your boobs too," he added.

His left hand held his phone as Abina followed his demands. She shuffled back on her knees, hands holding her breasts, mouth agape, and tongue out. Trent lessened his tight grip and stroked himself as his cock erupted. His porn fantasies came true as he filmed her taking ropes of his hot semen onto her chest and into her mouth. His first few had no aim, fueled by his desire to release and the three ropes of white goo splashed across her breasts, neck, and collar bone. The next two, though a bit smaller, were guided to land onto her tongue, teeth, and toward the back of her mouth.

Abina flinched as she sat on her knees, breasts held up like platters, as she felt the hot seed splash onto her. She wasn't sure at first that it was his seed until it touched her tongue. That taste was branded into her senses.

"Now, swallow it and then start licking the rest off your chest," instructed Trent as he kept filming on his phone.

Abina gulped down the cum. She expected to find the act difficult but it was easier than expected and it terrified her. She opened her eyes and leaned down to lick up the rest when she saw the phone and paused.

"Too late to stop now," Trent spoke in response.

Abina felt her stomach tighten but knew he was right. She licked her breasts clean and was then permitted to clean the remainder off with her fingers and repeat the process of devouring it.

Kojo Tetteh

Kojo was bussing tables at the Morrocan restaurant. A friend he had met at one of his English reading classes had introduced him to the owner and he got his job through the shared connection. He enjoyed the simple work; cleaning tables, cleaning dishes, and sometimes cleaning floors.

Today was a day when he would be cleaning floors as a customer who had ordered coffee had accidentally knocked over the cup and creamer. Kojo came by with a mop to clean up the spill of black coffee that was stained by the white cream.

Trent Briar

Trent set up his phone on a dresser nearby before he stripped himself entirely naked. Abina had watched as he did but he told her to follow his example and remove her clothes. She did. Soon, she was nude and he saw the small tuft of black hair that sat above her pussy, a dark, fuzzy landing strip that would guide his cock, eventually.

Trent had her get onto the bed after he pulled back the sheets. He watched as she did, her round ass bounced slightly as she walked. He grinned as she climbed into the bed that she shared with her husband. Trent soon joined her after checking his phone's placement. He spread her legs as she turned her head away from the direction of the camera. His left hand massaged her inner right thigh as his right hand slipped between the folds of her pussy. He felt her flinch, her walls tighten in reaction to the invasion of his white fingers in her dark cave. He hooked his fingers upward and began to finger her, massaging the interior upper section of her pussy.

Abina Tetteh

She wouldn't look at the camera. She wouldn't make any noise that would sound like joy. She would be a good wife, even now. Abina felt her thighs being opened, then two fingers entered her and she stifled a gasp. Then the fingers curled upward and she found it harder and harder to fight any sounds. Her pussy was becoming wetter and wetter with each pump of his knuckles inward. She thought her heart would burst and then it all stopped, the fingers receded from her pussy.

Abina sighed a bit as that worry faded and she turned her head to look between her thighs and the worry returned and doubled. He was lining himself up to enter with no condom.

"Meester, Meester, wait, please, use condom," she pleaded.

Trent just smiled, "call me Sir, and no, I won't."

The white man smiled and pushed himself into her. He was slow but so much bigger than Kojo, he began to carve out uncharted territory with his cock. She arched her back slightly, unable to stifle a sound. It was like air escaping her lungs and a squeak at the same time. A gasp and squeak mixing together as she felt her nipples ache as they stiffened.

The bed squeaked too. As the white man began to move his hips back and forth, each forward thrust caused the bed to protest, as if it were an unwilling participant. Abina gasped again and felt him go deeper. Their hips clapped together as she felt so full from him inside of her. He had only just started, she could feel it. The slow pace was set and then quickened. It became a steady rhythm and almost a musical score of squeaks, gasps, and claps. The sexual cacophony played as the white man lasted much longer than Kojo. Abina should hate herself for the mental comparison but it happened. The young white man was bigger, wider, and had greater stamina than Kojo. She tried to hold onto her thoughts as a good wife but her body was failing her. Gasps would sometimes escape as moans now.

Trent Briar

Trent kept up a steady rhythm of thrusts as he went. He watched her big breasts sway back, clap together, and then sway forward with his long thrusts. His cock disappeared between her folds and he was surprised at how tight she felt. He was lasting much longer on his second time following the tit-job. He smiled, watching her relent and hearing her moan. He had such devious plans but would enjoy this moment for what it was.

Trent kept going, his hands reaching up to grope her breasts, index finger and thumb pulling at her nipples as she winced from the pain but then moaned from yet another thrust. He felt his release nearing and quickened his pace, he couldn't help but feel excited, physically and mentally.

"Gonna...gonna cum...," announced Trent.

He had expected her to complain, to pull out, or to at least say 'no', but instead she looked up from her moans and simply gasped out a weakened, "...huh..?"

Trent thrust hard, as deep as he could. She arched her back in response, pushing her tits harder against his hands as he shot his load into her pussy. Abina gasped and moaned, having her own orgasm as a strange man released inside of her.

Trent stayed inside of her for a full minute, cock twitching long after he had expelled all of his cum. He pulled out, got his phone, checking that it recorded everything, and then went to the restroom.

Abina Tetteh

Abina lay on the bed, legs spread, some of the young white man's cum leaking out of her pussy. She had been used for his pleasure but she had an orgasm like never before. Was she still a dutiful wife? Could she still be? She looked at the clock. Kojo wouldn't be home for almost five hours.

To be continued...