cuckold4oneHi my friend, by coincidence I have just finished writing something up from last saturday night, life is full of coincidences and happen-chance, hope you enjoy this one, not my adventures I'm afraid to say, but great fun anyhow
Ok, my adventures last year started with a druunking conversation and later went on to include my wife's fun and games, so I think it's quite amusing that I'm sitting here about to write up another.
Quick update, apart from a few naughty conversations and a couple of kiss and cuddles with my red headed friend as we walk together, her on her way to pick up her eldest from school and me walking the dog (it's become a bit of a thing with us) and by-the-way she confided in me that her waspy husband has a very small cock compared to mine and she is struggling in behaving herself around me. Nicky has had a promotion which is good for her, but also means that she now works 20-25 mins further away in the wrong direction which complicates things, although she has said that she also get free accommodation in any of her companies hotels and pubs and has promised a sexy reunion esp if I can convince my wife to play again.
Anyhow, if you recall (if you've read my stuff on here) being a shooting man I have be unofficially enrolled in helping out on the "family's" estate's own shoot and I mentioned that I got a very healthy tip after one particular shooting day, but I didn't say why. Well, the Family were playing host to some pretty important foreign guests and in deference to their faith the shoot day was declared "dry" meaning no alcohool at all, well no one had told me and I had a hip flask full of my wife's very good whisky in my pocket (the stuff her former lover Miles had gifted her).
I'm tasked halfway through the morning to look after this older gentleman in the party, although in his 80's was still fit, very funny and a very good shot. He turned out to be an old army hand who had served Queen and County in the last days of empire from India to Kenya and had awesome stories. I won my tip however, not simply from carrying the great number of pheasants he'd bagged but, when out of sight from the others producing my hip flask in answer to the "great thirst for a real driink to keep out the chill" which he had exclaimed to the clouds.
Wind the clock forward a few weeks and my wife and myself are in London, I have said that she was as well as being a promising athlete in her youth, later a stage performer, well about once a year we get invited by her friend and former producer as a guest at her table on one of her shows. Great laugh, usually surrounded by big titted ladies and their gay-best friends, lots of dancing, driinking and flirting and an adult orientated cabaret show to enjoy.
I'm heading to the bar for a fill up when a friendly hand is laid across my shoulder and I hear :
"well if it isn't my old life saver, put your money away ***, this is my shout" I turn and am warmly greeted by the same old boy that I'd "caddied" for on the shoot, he has ruddy cheeks from one to many G & T's but we soon fall into a brilliant conversation, I'm aware that he obviously had an eye for the ladies in his past and with supreme skill he, despite his age involves and engages pleasantly with every good looking girl who past us, get several pecks on his rosey cheeks. I point out my wife at our table who at that moment is chatting with and being fussed by a couple of the show's performers, two very well proportioned young guys. He describes her as "perfect Jim-rummy old boy" and in turn waves in the direction of his own table pointing out the elegant older lady who is his wife of 60 years, she's holding court of similarly aged ladies as well as a few of their middle aged ********, whom my new friend describes as the "widows and orphans club".
I politely comment that he wife is still a striking lady, and agreed with him that I could see that she must have been a very attractive woman in her youth, he smiles winks at me and asks me whether I minded "two young bucks clashing antlers over your filly?", I said I didn't mind and it makes her feel good. I'd forgot that this old gent had spent a lifetime reading the unspoken minds of men under his command and a twinkle in his eye showed that had an instant understanding of what I really meant. With a sly smile he points out his wife again who briefly returns his gaze:
"doesn't look like butter would melt in her mouth does it looking at her now, but back in the day she must have serviced half the British staff and Officers in Kenya", he looked at me gauging my reaction before continuing " what boy, do you assume that your generation had all the fun, let me tell you being a white man, an Officer in Kenya in the early 50's was being in heaven" he filled my glass from the bottle he'd bought, two more having been sent to my wife's table.
We sat at stools at the bar, occasionally he interrupted his tale by giving an amusing observation as to the progress or otherwise of the two guys now sat each side of my wife, winning the bet as to which would have her up and dancing first. I confided in him a few of the things we'd got up to before Christmas, my tongue being liberated by the free application of ******* he offered his congratulations and when I said that was behind us now he made no comment save to say that "time will out young man, time will out".
He continued his own story, saying how as a 19 year old junior officer he was put in charge of nearly 40 experienced Scottish veterans, none too impressed to be sent to the other side of the world, he was soon introduced by them to the joys of the local black girls, who treated like crap by their own men could be wooed into indulging a young man's lusts in every possible way for a few squares of chocolate, a packet of cigarettes or the promise of a feathered bed for the night, however, the real fun started when he was introduced into colonial society properly. He said simply it was another world, waited on hand and foot even in the mess by staff who would only cost him a few pennies a day and surrounded by bored officer's wives and daaughters, who spent virtually every evening driinking in the clubs and messes and the nights fucking each other silly.
He recounted several tales of being sent for in the dead of night by houseboys to the residencies of senior staff and officers, once there he would service the wife/s whilst hubby (and sometime their guests) watched on, on occasion he wouldn't be alone in this duty. One time he was summoned only to be ordered to recruit from Jamaican troops, who were to be returning home in a few days, as many young healthy "bucks" as he could so, the officer's wife could enjoy a taste of "the dark-meat that he'd been enjoying during his stay in Africa". My friend said, that surprisingly not many of the wives and ********* went black or even took lovers from the ranks, this he said was for two reasons. The first being that both the locals and ranks were terrible gossips and any sexual liaison between a black or a private-soldier would soon be known, the racism and classism of the time would destroy a ladies reputation for good. The second reason being that if a wife got pregnant as a result of fucking a nice, clean-cut white boy that could be explained away back home (my friend speculated that half the babies conceived out their were some junior officer's bastards), try explaining away a bouncing brown baby or the risk of some Irish squaddie turning up to claim his kin.
Not that the wives and daaughters didn't partake, his own wife esp so, surrounded as she was by healthy half naked bucks as well as large numbers of Indian colonial troops stationed there as well. He said that because contraception could not really be relied on and was hard to get anyhow, if a girl or a wife wanted to enjoy some black cock or was to indulge her hubby's dark fantasies then sex between then was often oral or anal in nature. He had witnessed this himself with girls (often very young) on their knees blowing houseboys or the cleaner looking black guys on staff, (Jamaican troops were esp enjoyed because at the time there was little prospect of ever seeing them again) whilst posh parties or full on balls were taking place across the manicured lawns.
Like I said his wife to be had freely indulged herself esp amongst the Indians and blacks which was extremely taboo, before they met, but they had fell in love and were engaged in a few months (which was not uncommon apparently) and they both stopped messing about despite the attentions heaped upon both of them. However, shortly after announcing their engagement the mau-mau emerged from the forests and the "emergency" erupted around them. What had been a choosy posting turned into a viscous little war, one that he thoroughly enjoyed by the way, as the mau-mau believed that wearing the penis of their enemy (their enemies btw were anyone who disagreed with them) round their necks made them bullet proof, however the British Bren guns and Enfield rifles were not let in on this and he likened a battle with them, like shooting rabbits across a field.
He was ordered out into the hinterland to protect the tea plantations and their workers which left his fiancée receiving the fulltime attention of the hordes of fresh-faced new young officer who were drafted in, them being new to country, they had nothing to do other than other officer's wives. Not wanting to return home with his wife to be carrying someone else's baby he agreed a proposition with her, he would leave her in the protection of a locally requited Sargent, many expats employed "body-guards" drawn from tribes loyal to the crown, for fear of insurgent attacks in the colonial compounds, so, her being in the company of a well built black when not in white society would seem completely normal. Of course this Sargant also has his other duties which was as the plaything to this hot and horny young white girl (she was twenty at the time), not risking pregnancy meant that by and large she would either be sucking him or being fucked up her arse by him.
The old boy, was grinning like the Cheshire-cat as he recalled the evening they invited this 6 foot 3 inch giant over to their bungalow and explained his duties. Apparently the guy was very reluctant at first, any hint of a sexual misconduct could have been very severe for him but, he succumbed to her charms that first night and she sucked his giant cock whilst hubby fucked her. When her guard was about she was safe and satisfied and not a little sore for too many misadventure he reasoned and when after weeks out on patrol my friend returned home he would enjoy watching the two of them before fucking her himself, even on occasion acting as her "birth control" on the rare occasions that her guard was allowed to fuck her pussy.
I loved this conversation and got into a little competition with him recounting some of my own and my wife's recent adventures, he esp liked the story of her being used by five guys after the footy match, but he won hands down. On returning to England they married and put their past behind them, entering London society etc. That was until the influx of immigration from the Caribbean in the 1960's when for a brief period both himself and his wife once again indulged their mutual passions for "black" flesh, there were underground clubs where this could be done discretely and hundreds of fresh young blacks every month to choose from, he said that more than once he had sat there between two sexy black girls whilst his wife would disappear with one black stud after another, six or seven times a night, her particular thrill being fucked in her married arse and returning to the table either with their cum inside her or all over her face and tits for everyone else there to comment on and enjoy. He lamented that, those days were short lived because STD's and social pressures, also saying that if AIDS had emerged back then half of London would have died but, it was good to look back on and he enjoyed the rare chance to tell someone.
Kept his number, and he joined my wife and myself at our table for a while where he had us all in fits of laughter. A fucking good night and a fantastic story, a reminder too that all this fun ad games has been going on for ever.
hope my writing is ok, kind of rushed this, please forgive any mistakes
