Punjabi housewife fucked by black cock in Uganda

Hi there. The incident I’m going to narrate occurred four years ago while my husband was working at a large sugar plantation in Uganda. We are a Sikh couple, happily married for the last twelve years. I was married off at a relatively young age of 18 while living with my parents at Patiala. My husband is a process engineer by profession. The first eight years after our marriage were spent at Amritsar where my in-laws are based. After that, my husband applied for an opening at a captive sugar plantation in Uganda. He was selected as a process engineer at the sugar mill & we had to move to Uganda. My name is Simranjeet Kaur & my friends call me Simran. I was twenty-six when the incident occurred four years ago in Uganda.

Since I was married off at a relatively tender age of eighteen, I didn’t had any preconceived notions/experiences regarding my forthcoming sex life after marriage. My family was also quite conservative in discussing matters related to sex so I was a complete novice at the time of marriage & my husband of twenty-four was my only guide/mentor in matters relating to sex. We used to discuss everything under the sun starting from our genitals to methods of birth control & all. The bright silver lining was that my in-laws, including my husband were very liberal in matters relating to sex. They didn’t attach any stigma to the issue. Even my sisters-in-law shared spicy details of their sex-life with me & I was sometimes surprised at the ease with which these people handled matters relating to their sexuality.

Regarding my physical attributes, I’m 5′6″ tall with medium frame weighing around 130 lbs. I’m neither too thin (like the paper thin contemporary models) nor too plump. I have been fortunate enough to keep my weight just in the right range (tough job indeed!). Regarding my husband, he is 5′10″ with an athletic built. He had been a sportsman throughout his career & it shows. Belonging to Sikh families, both of us are all natural (no haircut or shave) although my husband doesn’t mind me getting waxed or shaving my pubes occasionally. Other men usually complain of their wives’ lack of interest in sex. In our case, however, it is the other way round. I am the one who usually initiates things & bring in kinky ideas into our sex life. My husband likes me to take control in the bedroom. I take full advantage of this & try to satisfy him to my full potential. Overall, our sex life is quite active & wholesome indeed.

Since we were married quite early on, there was no urgency to have kids & we were able to enjoy an extended active sex life. We had mutually agreed early on to use condoms as they were the safest bet against unwanted pregnancy without the side effects of hormonal contraceptives like the pill. Initially, our frequency of lovemaking was quite high but gradually declined with time. Still, even after ten years of marriage, we were averaging about four to five times a week & that is really something! After twelve years of marriage & a wholesome sex life, I have a piece of advice for all the ladies who feel insecure in their marriage. The way to a man’s heart is between his legs. Quote me on this: A good blowjob a day keeps a husband from straying away. I am a living proof of this dictum. Whenever possible, I make it a point to give head to my hubby whenever he returns from a hard day’s work at office, & believe me ladies, there is nothing better you can do for your man’s health. A good blowjob relieves a man of all his pressures, anxieties & stress. It stimulates him physically & rejuvenates him mentally. Moreover, the physical contact keeps the warmth in the relationship alive & kicking.

The incident I was referring to occurred while we were living in Uganda. My husband was working as a process manager at a large sugar mill which was attached to sugar plantations owned by a wealthy Person of Indian Origin (PIO). We were provided a spacious bungalow near the mill. The surrounding area was rich in natural beauty & the local people were very friendly & helpful. We quickly adapted to the simple & natural lifestyle at our new residence. Compared to the stressful & chaotic living in India, this place was quite secluded & everybody had an easy going attitude. Life was peaceful & relaxed. There was no television or radio. The only mode of entertainment for both of us was sex- day in & day out. In fact whenever we would get any time to spare, we would end up engaging in sexual activity for recreation. We were literally fucking like rabbits. Surprisingly, the more we did it, the more we craved for it. It had become like a drug addiction. Whenever I would get free from the daily household chores, I would end up thinking about sex. At times both of us were surprised at this exponential rise in our libido but didn’t take it seriously as long as both of us enjoyed it.

When the summers were approaching, it was time to get the fans installed at our bungalow. It used to get quite hot during the afternoons & I used to spend hours on end skinny dipping in cold water in the bath-tub. That day, while leaving for his office, my husband told me that he would be bringing along the office electrician for installation of fans at our place. I nodded in agreement because the heat was gradually getting unbearable. As the afternoon approached, after getting over with the household chores, I unlocked the main door & went skinny-dipping as usual. My husband used to come over for lunch while I was skinny dipping to beat the heat. That day was the same. I momentarily dozed off lying in the bath tub when my mobile phone rang up. I picked up the phone. It was my hubby calling from his office saying that he was busy & won’t be able to come for lunch today. I put back the phone & continued enjoying the cold water to beat the heat. After some time, I walked out of the bath-tub into our bedroom, all wet & was feeling very horny. My mind was, as usual, preoccupied with sexual thoughts. I picked up my dildo, applied some lubricant to it & started to masturbate on the bed.

After a few minutes, while I was at the edge of an overpowering orgasm, I felt a hot breath against my wet pussy. I opened up my eyes in astonishment to see Steve breathing heavily inches away from my pussy. The sudden shock to see him sitting inches away from my naked pussy made me cum uncontrollably. It was wave after wave of intense contraction inside my pussy. My body became tense & my face was flushed red. My heart was thumping in my chest & my pussy was contracting uncontrollably in a series of explosions providing an out of this world experience. Let me introduce Steve. An ethnic Ugandan, he was the office electrician whom my husband was to accompany to install the ceiling fans but he somehow ended up all alone inside while the main door was unlocked. He was a black African, about 6′ tall with a heavy & muscular built. He had been to our bungalow before for electrical repairs so I recognized him instantly otherwise with his kind of looks, he would have scared the shit out of me.

As soon as my orgasmic contractions subsided, Steve stuck his nose up my wet pussy. It was so weird. I was feeling like a roadside bitch being sniffed out by a stray dog to check if she is in heat. I surely was & the monster somehow smelled it out. He quickly pushed down his trouser, pulled out his massive (believe me!) black cock out of his undies & placed it at the entrance of my pussy. He then moved up on top of me in a mounting position & with a quick thrust, entered my sloppy wet pussy. I was having problems adjusting to his girth even after my pussy was fully dilated. To make matters worse, I could feel him swelling inside my pussy & it seemed as if this horse-sized African cock would rip apart my Punjabi pussy. His black shaft was very tightly packed inside my pink tunnel & his pumping was causing a lot of friction. However, after a few minutes, my tunnel released enough lubricants to allow his black shaft to bore further. At one point of time, I could feel his serpent pushing at my cervix as if trying to enter my womb. However, a couple minutes later both the shaft & the tunnel had adapted to each others’ size. I was feeling impaled on his massive pole with a huge girth. My pussy was totally stretched out when he began to tense up & push in. Before I could come to my senses, he began howling & simultaneously his thick black pole started spurting hot seed in a series of successive contractions. He must have shot a pint-full of his creamy ejaculate inside my unprotected fertile womb.

He collapsed on top of me due to exhaustion & after coming to his senses, pulled out his semi-erect serpent. My pussy was all sore & stretched out. It felt as if I had just delivered a baby. The series of events was all too spontaneous for me to realize it fully. I finally decided to play down the incident. I asked him if he has installed the ceiling fans. He replied in the negative & I asked him to get over with the job quickly while I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. As I stood up on my feet, his semen was leaking down my thighs. I douched my pussy & was astonished to see the amount of his sticky cum stuffed inside me. While cleaning myself up, I was relieved to recall that I was in my safe period. It would have been a disaster getting pregnant with a black baby. I soon dressed up & came out to checkout the fans. He was almost done with the job. He quickly finished up the job & left for the office. In the evening, when my hubby returned home, I told him that the electrician had installed the fans. He didn’t seem to know anything of my afternoon romp with that monster. To this day I suspect whether he knew that his young beautiful wife was serviced by a black monster.

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