Giselle, a conquered wife. Chapter II

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The story so far: Giselle’s Italian husband, Francisco, is useless in bed, and can no longer satisfy her sexually. Her friend Becca, suggests she gets an African lover.*****Giselle laughed with delight at her friend’s suggestion.“Ah Becca, please don’t make fun of me,” she said. “Tell me honestly; is the myth about African men really true? I mean, do they really have such huge penises, and are they such great lovers? I’ve always thought it was just people’s imagination. And are they as emotionally rewarding as a white man?”Becca snorted in derision.“Giselle, you can believe me. I am the living witness that it is both emotionally and sexually rewarding. Taking an African lover worked 100% with me. I never felt so satisfied in bed with any white man, my ex-husband included. These African men are so much better. Their cocks are so much bigger and thicker, and they can keep it up for simply hours on end. You can bet me whatever money you want if you do not believe me. Please, try some of the African boys I know and tell me how you get on, my dear.”“As for your marriage situation,” she continued, “take my advice if you want to avoid any possible future legal dispute with your husband. After all, he could be psychologically damaged if he finds out about your affair, and he might try to force you legally to stop your little adventure.”“What do you suggest?” asked Giselle.“We need to convince Francesco that the only way to save your marriage is for him to allow you to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere. Tell him that if your marriage fails everyone will see it as his fault, and he will be branded a failure and a laughing-stock by all his friends and work colleagues. No-one will be able to take him seriously again, and his humiliation will be total. You can assure him you will be discreet in your little liaisons, so as not to humiliate him further, and that you will continue to do your duty as a wife in all other ways. If he does not agree, then pfff – he is destroyed!”Giselle saw the sense in this. “Hmm, Becca, I think your idea is very smart and clever. This way, everything is agreed, and I will be free to enjoy my new lovers with perfect freedom. Only a woman with a devilish mind like yours could have thought it up.”Becca took that as a compliment. “What is more,” she continued, “we will get a legal agreement drawn up which we will make him sign, so he can’t change his mind in the future. My lawyer drew one up for me, and he can help with yours.”“But what if he doesn’t agree?” worried Giselle.“You need to start now by telling him how much his istanbul travesti total lack of sexual ability is upsetting for you, and that you don’t want him to touch you anymore. This will cause him such psychological distress that he will be close to breaking point. Then soon I will call him to ask him to meet and talk about how he can ensure the survival of your marriage.”“That is so wicked, you certainly know how to get straight to the point,” smiled Giselle. “To be honest, I have to confess that deep down inside I feel remorse for causing such sorrow and humiliation to Francesco. Out of bed, he is a loving and wonderful man, he’s just so useless between the sheets. I do feel pretty guilty for planning all of this behind his back.” Becca decided she needed to put a stop to her friend’s misgivings.“Look dear, I know how you feel, but you have no other option. Psychologically he has to understand that your marriage is seriously at risk and he has to accept it is his entire fault. Once he is convinced of this, I will talk to him and surely convince him that the only option he has to save your marriage is to allow you to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere. Finally, I will persuade him that the best lovers are African men because they can sexually reward white women in a way that very few white men can.”“I think that will work with Francesco,” conceded Giselle. “But where am I going to find this black man who can give me what I need?”“Leave that up to me,” assured Becca. “I have among my contacts just the man for you.”“And who would be this man, you wicked woman? I am curious.”“He is African, from Senegal. He is an African bull and believe me he will not disappoint you at all. His name is Mobutu, though I call him Mobu. He is 28 years old, very handsome, and in wonderful physical shape. He is also a very educated man. He teaches International Law at University and is a very good piano player. And believe me, he is extremely well endowed. To be totally frank with you, he has a monstrous cock, that you will never forget once you have had it. I swear, he is among my best fucks ever. I was so hit by his sexual power in bed. Not joking, my dear, he has two huge balls like billiard balls and he has the capacity to refill them very soon after he has his first orgasm. Our record was five times. Yes, he came five times in a night. I felt proud of myself because eventually I emptied his big balls in a way that left not even a drop in his tanks!”Becca got out her phone and brought up some Facebook shots of Mobu and istanbul travesti showed them to Giselle. Giselle was truly smitten. He was indeed a good-looking man, in perfect physical shape, and with such an attractive masculine face. She could feel herself getting a bit moist between her legs at the thought of being pleasured by Mobu’s enormous black phallus.“You are so lucky, darling, being able to enjoy your black stud. I just can imagine how beautiful it is to experience those sensations. You cannot imagine sometimes how I feel, getting miserable sex from a sexually inadequate husband.”“Do not feel depressed and sad, Giselle. You will see, my plan will work out. Francesco will capitulate psychologically and surrender in view of his sexual inadequacy. You will discover and experience the pleasure of being totally Africanised. And you will never go back. Since I got Africanised I never have sex with Italian men anymore. When I get advances from them I turn them down, by saying openly “I am an African owned woman now.”Giselle could not help feeling sorry for Francesco, but she knew she had to act selfishly and think only of her own sexual reward. If Francesco was to be the victim, then so be it. But one thing began to worry her.“I am afraid that Francesco will not trust Mobu not to brag about the fact that he is fucking me, in which case everyone will know about our little affair,” she said. “In that case, we need to introduce them to each other,” decided Becca. “You may think that will only make things worse, but on reflection, I think it will be the best way to humiliate Francesco so completely that he will do anything that you want. Because Mobu is well educated and intelligent, he will be able to dominate your husband intellectually as well as sexually.”“Mobu is also very self-confident, even arrogant,” she went on. “He is bold enough to court and score with you right in front of your husband. I remember a few years ago Mobu made a conquest of one of his female students. She had been engaged to one of her fellow students, but she left him in favour of her black lover. Just imagine how humiliated that made the poor boyfriend feel!”“Oh my God, it will be pretty humiliating and uncomfortable for my husband too,” Giselle observed.“Indeed it will. But Mobu has now learnt to be more discreet, and he will not humiliate your husband in front of his friends, just as long as Francesco gives you up fully to him. By the way, you need to tell Mobu everything about how your sexual life with Francesco is frustrating istanbul travesti and unsatisfying. You cannot imagine how it will please an African man to hear that, to be told by a woman that her white husband is sexually inadequate. That will give him the confidence he needs to seduce and conquer you, even in front of your husband. Such psychological power it will give him! We will tell him everything so he will feel perfectly motivated to score with you.”Giselle was fully convinced by these arguments.“So what I need to do now is concentrate on weakening Francesco’s sexual confidence,” she said. “Though it is pretty weak already, to be honest. It won’t be hard to make him really feel his inadequacy to satisfy me sexually. I will start this very evening.”*****On the way home, Giselle thought a lot about how to start implementing their plan, and communicate to him her sexual dissatisfaction. She knew Francesco was a loving and a caring man but, as Becca had said again and again, in the sex field a real man simply has to perform. She was still young and attractive, so what was the alternative? To live a sad and unsatisfactory life, with a sexually inadequate husband? No, she had to act.When Francesco got home, she greeted him with a hug and a kiss.“Welcome home, darling,” she said. “Now that you are here, I am going to have a shower, and I would like you to help me wash, and scrub my back.”Francesco was both excited and nervous by this request. He was worried that Giselle would try to seduce him and that once again he would fail to perform. And of course, he was right.When Francesco entered the shower, he saw his stunning wife exposed in all her naked beauty, her glorious figure enhanced by the hot cascade of water running over her. Quickly he undressed, and by rubbing his penis he even managed to get it more or less erect. Joining his wife in the shower, he hugged her and cupped her boobs. His little penis was pressed against her thigh, and he quickly pushed it into her vagina before it had a chance to go soft again.Despite her previous misgivings, Giselle wondered if just this once he might actually manage to keep it up long enough to satisfy her. “Come on, my love, show me what you can do,” she said. “See if you can fuck your wife properly and decently for once. Show me what you can do with your pistol.”Francesco tried his best, and (feeling his desire boiling up) started to increase the pace of his thrusts into his wife’s vagina. Unfortunately, after not even a minute he felt his orgasm approaching. He tried to delay it but all in vain. “I’m coming, honey, ah!” he cried, and pulled out so she could see his ejaculation.And nothing came out. Not a dribble, not even a single drop of semen. His penis just pulsed a couple of times, then began to go soft.“Oh God, Francesco, is that it?” snapped Giselle, angry and frustrated.

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