In her own way, Svetlana loved her husband. They were a strange couple - a spectacular blonde model and a modest, slightly shy young man. Yes, Dimochka was an ethnographer by profession and a botanist in life, but he treated his wife with the attention and love that she bought at the beginning of her relationship. In any case, he did not try to drag Sveta into bed in the first week of acquaintance. And in the second too. She had to take everything into her own hands. Sex turned out to be gentle and languid, and she, then a very young girl, understood: this is what I need. Alas, after three years a healthy female body began to need not sensual affectionate intercourse, but a good bashing, in general, in order to simply tear off as it should. A couple of times she and her husband talked about this topic, Sveta even made hints that if he did not fuck her rudely, then she could try it on the side. For some reason, after such conversations, my husband was throwing himself on Svetlana ... At least from her point of view, that was how it looked. And for a few days she was delighted, still - she managed to make a blowjob a couple of times, and once her husband took her with cancer. But then everything returned to normal, the husband continued to be gentle, the blowjob became obscene and forbidden, and the posture of cancer unworthy of such a girl ...

Another trip her husband turned up at an opportune moment. Sveta decided that somewhere, where, and under the scorching African sun in a man, African passion should wake up. Plus, the girl hoped to tan to black.

And now a week the couple was in some kind of African hole. Of course, Svetlana smoked a little, but the hot sun was so scorching that she spent in a bathing suit in a small courtyard for an hour at most an hour. The rest of the time, boredom and despondency reigned in the soul, because the calculations for extraordinary sex did not materialize - Dima either disappeared in the nearest village, or could only talk about stupid dolls found only in this area. In the eyes of his wife, these dolls were shabby. Braided from some plant, they were a woven cone 10 centimeters high and 4 wide, with a long fluffy skirt of the remaining unwoven fibers. But Dimka almost jerked off on them, often forgetting about the needs of his wife, and these dolls lay everywhere.

On top of that, one day Svetlana almost got into the picture - a skirmish happened quite far away, and the returning husband told that it was spoiled by local partisans - “Red Lions”.

On the day when everything happened, Dima came home a little earlier, dragging a couple of hated dolls. And of course, as usual, did not pay any attention to his wife. And she tried so hard! Dressed up, made a fashionable hairstyle, put on a thin pink blouse in tight, under the thin fabric which is clearly visible nipples, not to mention the fact that from a dissatisfied desire, they pretty swelled and temptingly protruded. Coupled with a short skirt that flies away with every movement, it should have somehow interested the husband. But ... Dolls were nicer to him ...

Sveta was still angry when the gate slammed in the courtyard. The husband looked out and turned pale, saying:

- Honey, I'll settle everything now, - and jumped out.

Listening, the girl caught snatches of the conversation in fairly clean English, which the local aborigines did not possess ...

- ... the village is under control ...

- ... there are rumors that here ...

- ... we are just ...

- ... Russians? Traitors red movement! ..

Then there was the sound of a slap and the crash of a falling body.

Svetlana rushed out of the house ... And froze in her tracks on the threshold. The husband was lying in the dust of the courtyard, blood was splitting from his split lip, and above him stood three hefty Negroes who were so different from the local aboriginal snatches: in camouflage uniforms hung with some kind of paramilitary items, each with AK-47 casually hung on his shoulder , they whitened with white teeth, looking at Dimka’s attempts to rise from the dust.

As soon as Light appeared in the doorway, as one of the Negroes, Congo (she recognized the nicknames later, much later), stared at her and smiled even more widely:

- Workers of the village are not deceived! What a white beauty settled here.

The buffalo, the heftiest of them, agreed, shook his head:

- Exactly what you need to have fun on vacation for the Red Lions!

And then Svetlana saw on the chest of a camouflage uniform a red profile of the maned head of a lion - an emblem that terrified the local authorities. However, anger deprived her of the ability to soberly reason. She jumped to the trinity and, evil of the word, pointed to the gate:

- Get out! Go away!

- Hot thing, - the Darkness laughed and suddenly caressed Sveta, pressing his tits to some glands on his chest.

The girl squeaked in surprise, and fear suddenly made her legs wadded, only then she realized who had come to visit. These are the rebels who shoot a man like to blow his nose! They are here, and one of them is very clearly embracing her! But this was not enough, Darkness suddenly began to squeeze her, completely ignoring those present, and especially to the fact that the husband was the witness of such obscene attacks on his wife! Svetlana froze in shock, not understanding what was happening, and thinking that this was all a nightmare. However, stiff fingers, painfully torn elastic flesh, said the opposite. Sveta's eyes, with tears heaping from humiliation and pain, found Dima's eyes in the hope that he could stop this madness. But his gaze was strange and even less real than all that was happening.

The husband watched, fascinated, as the black hand of the Negro was wringing his wife's tits, and seemed to be experiencing all the feelings that she had been trying to wake in him lately. But the strangest thing - as soon as Svetlana presented the view before her husband - an immodestly dressed, slender blonde ruffles a huge black man in huge paws - she felt a heavy weight between her thighs. “No,” she shouted to herself, “this is impossible!” But the fact remained a fact - the body quite definitely responded to the rough caress of a black man. Chilly with her own perversity, she even thought that she could have surrendered to this bastard if she was alone with him. But so - in plain sight? In the presence of her husband? ... It is impossible!

Svetlana escaped from the rebel's mighty clutches, feeling the paint of anger and humiliation pouring over her cheeks. She had no idea what she would do in the next moment, and how this would affect her fate, but then Congo put a gun to Dima's head:

- Do not dig, beauty! You Russians should be spanked on the spot for betraying by your country the ideals of the red movement. But if you are with us affectionate and docile, maybe we will forgive you your capitalism.

While Congo was pushing a speech, a Buffalo approached the girl and lifted her blouse to her throat. Svetlana almost shut her eyes with shame, realizing that she was topless in an instant, and three black men were staring at her bare chest, but she did not dare to resist - the gun was still attached to Dima's head. However, the world turned around: to appear with naked boobs before greedy lustful looks like that and not even dare to object, not that indignant and stop shameful looking, it turned out so exciting ...

Meanwhile, Buffalo gently ran through the female breast, so that Svetlana, killed by her own reaction, barely gratefully groaned, and then suddenly squeezed sharply in her black fingers to terrifyingly hardened nipples.

- So how much do you want for your beauty to appease the three heroes of the partisan movement? - The buffalo left the nipples that had fallen down and, starting to stroke the elastic roundness again, turned to her husband.

- It is not for sale! How dare you? - Dimochka cried out nervously, continuing to eagerly observe how the black paws shamelessly explore the bare charms of his wife.

“You don't worry,” Congo chuckled, playing with a gun, “she will like it!” White bitches love black dicks, so that will scream at them with everything ...