Africa

By KT Morrison

Tommy Travis has it all. A booming career, a big house with a swimming pool, a brand-new Corvette, a smoking hot wife, two macho little boys who are chips off the old block.

Tommy loves his little Sukie, the dutiful mother of his two boys and capable president of the Travis household. She’s a sexy little something, that’s for sure.

He met Sukie when he was at university and she was at community college getting her massage therapist’s ticket. Now that the boys are out of the house and going to school, Sukie set up a private practice out of the cabana by the pool. She’s got a good thing going.

But when Sukie takes on a new client, Tommy’s palms begin to sweat. Dio Megalos. His boss. A rich, fit, and handsome guy ten years younger than him. The kind of guy that all hot-blooded girls dream about and he knows his wife’s got eyes in her head. Two times a week she’s going to be putting her oily hands all over his boss’s bare and muscular body?

Not on Tommy’s watch. No way. Except he trusts her, doesn’t he? Who’s better for Sukie than her big Tommy? And there’s a little tickle deep down that kinda likes it. Thinking of Sukie with another man brings out old Tommy, and old Tommy was aggressive, competitive. Old Tommy was a laser-focused shark that built himself up from nothing...

What’s the harm in a little fantasy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: KT Morrison
• Release date: Mar 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463960868

KT Morrison

KT Morrison writes stories about women who fall in love with sexy men who aren't their husband, and loving relationships that go too far—couples who open a mysterious door, then struggle to get it closed as trouble pushes through the threshold.

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Mineshaft

Monday, September 18

Sukie was the only one awake when the Toyota Land Cruiser pulled up and two women from the kitchen that prepared meals for the villa brought in breakfast. One central chef managed commercial kitchen, about two miles up the road, prepared meals to cater to seven villas along the river like the one where they stayed.

The two African women brought in the meal in a zippered bag. They wore American clothing and spoke perfect English. Sukie thanked them, gave them a tip, they cleared away the empty bottles and got back in their Toyota.

There were omelettes in the zippered bags, three other baked egg dishes, a stew made with pork and fish, three kinds of fruit, and two loaves of warm and freshly baked bread, formed in the shape of crocodiles.

When she was bringing plates down from the shelving, Tommy came into the kitchen. She set the plates down on the counter and he came behind her and kissed her neck.

He whispered, Big day today, and she wasn’t quite sure if he meant business, pleasure, or both. She patted his cheek then kissed his lips over her shoulder. Now Dio was up, too, and they could hear his feet beating down the steps to join them in the kitchen. He came in looking tanned and refreshed, and frankly drop-dead fucking gorgeous. He had a white linen button-down shirt underneath a slim black blazer that showed off his broad shoulders and muscular arms. Dressed for business.

Tommy was dressed similarly, in white shirt, navy blazer, and khaki pants. Frankly, they were both studs. Tommy hot in his own right. All in all, she was one lucky woman. Alone in the kitchen, alone in Africa in a beautiful villa on a weekend intended to be wall-to-wall sex. She had her loving husband, and she had a lover that any woman would drool over.

As Dio came into the kitchen, this notion sent a shiver through her and she visibly shuddered then laughed.

How did everyone sleep? Dio asked, his deep and confident tone implying a lot.

Just fine, Tommy said confidently, sitting on a stool set in front of the island.

Dio said, I bet. I bet you slept like a baby. Sukie take care of you?

Now she blushed and turned her back to Dio. Tommy laughed.

Dio said, I bet she did. You take care of her?

There was silence, Tommy not giving an answer. He hadn’t taken care of her, but that was her choice.

Dio’s hands touched her on both sides of her waist and it made her jump. She faced the sink, and he pressed his body against her back. He made a deep groaning noise, his hand squeezed her sides and came around to smooth her tummy. Her nipples snapped into diamond points. Her mouth fell open, and her scalp tingled.

Dio said, Sukie’s gonna get taken care of today.

While he had her knees practically trembling, touching her like this in front of her husband in the daylight kitchen felt strange and awkward, and she put her hands over his to stop before they wanted to dip a little lower. She said, What time do you guys get back?

Get back?

Tommy said, The meeting with the Norwegians is at eleven.

"We’re not coming back here after. Sukie’s coming with us," Dio said and his hands slipped out from underneath hers then moved around her thighs, stroking up the back of her legs and cupping her bottom.

She didn’t stop him this time, instead falling forward to lean against the sink with her hands out. "Go with you?" she said, her voice breathy.

Dio said, I got a surprise for Sukie in the afternoon. We go straight there from the mine.

Now his warm lips pressed against her collar, and he kissed his way up her neck to behind her ear. Her nipples ached, and she pressed her thighs together. It was way too early in the morning to get so turned on but she couldn’t help it. Tommy was behind them and watched it all. She didn’t turn to see his expression. After their talk last night, both of them knew it didn’t matter. She was Dio’s right now, and Dio could do to her whatever he wanted. As long as she thought it was all right. And, shit, even though it was early in the morning, and felt strange to get so naughty, she would let it happen.

She said, What’s my surprise?

He bit at her collar. It’s not a surprise if I tell you.

"I’m going with you today?"

You’re coming with Tommy and me.

Now his fingers stroked up and down the back of her legs and he got her quivering. She wondered how intently Tommy watched. What do I wear? Her question was a soft gasp.

Both Dio’s hands stroked up her haunches, and then he grabbed the hem of her sleeping shorts and began to work them high up her ass. She wore nothing underneath.

The crotch of her shorts wedged against her sex then Dio threaded them up her butt crack as he pulled higher to reveal her bare cheeks. She went to the tips of her toes. He said, If it was up to me, you’d wear nothing. But we’ll see what happens. Come up to my room and see what I brought you.

Now he gently tugged upward and back on the shorts and put agonizing pressure against her pussy. Her toes flexed and she could feel herself getting wet. It wasn’t even eight in the morning.

Sukie walked the rutted red earth track in expensive leather loafers, glad Dio didn’t want to dress her up in heels. Stored in his luggage, he’d brought her a gift along to Africa.

Escorted up to his bedroom, she was alone in there with him until Tommy joined them, looming in the doorway, casually putting his hands in his pockets and leaning a shoulder on the doorjamb, watching over her protectively. Dio unzipped his luggage, flipped the top open, rummaged until he found a transparent zippered bag with neatly folded items of clothing inside. Brought it out and showed it to her. Now she was wearing them.

They were at the Norwegian’s mining operation, Arvid Minerals, somewhere southwest from the villa where they were staying—seemingly in the middle of nowhere. They’d flown in by helicopter, directly from the SAPI Safari area, over miles and miles of endless brush until a white glimmering dot appeared on the horizon. A red clod of earth rose from the woodlands, and in its center, bulging up like a pimple, was the bright white mining operation.

According to their tour guide, they processed the lithium right on premises. There was a sprawling facility of low, single-story white metal sided buildings with low peaked roofs, tall towers, chutes and conveyer lines running crisscrossed from tower to tower and into the insides of some of the low bungalows. It was a crazy network of outbuildings and construction equipment and factories. But it was all clean, and it all looked to be running efficiently. And though she was no Megalos expert, she saw a lot of Dio’s equipment here.

The tour had brought them to their present path: walking alongside a metal trolley track, her low loafers tapping across hard pack and the occasional stretch of concrete walkway. They were heading toward an enormous black maw that disappeared into the earth. There was a ridge high above them, the mining tunnel mouth set in it, shored up with steel and concrete pillars. On her right-hand side, a truck rumbled their way, its sound deafening, halting the tour guide’s presentation for the moment. The mining truck was the size of the two-story apartment building she lived in when she was in college. The tires had to be twice her height.

She lingered at the back of the tour group, mostly because she was unimportant here today, but also because the skirt Dio had brought made her feel very self-conscious. It wasn’t too short so she would be considered some kind of slut, but it was indeed short. Just a little above mid-thigh.

Dio had bought her an expensive and tailored Prada skirt and blouse. The short skirt hugged tight at her waist and there was a black alligator belt, thin and narrow as a wristband practically, with a gold bolt-over buckle. The top was tight as well, and he brought her a push-up bra. Her breasts were well presented, but she was at least glad that he hadn’t picked a little scoop neck top that showed off her cleavage. The outfit was tasteful, but the skirt was shorter than what she would have selected. It made her feel self-aware, but since Tommy didn’t object, she wouldn’t either. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun, and she was made to wear protective glasses. They put earplugs in her ears, soft foamy things that swelled into the shape of her openings, and they made her wear a hard hat.

The tour guide was an executive wearing khaki pants and a white oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. His hard hat was white. Some of the executives’ were blue; Tommy, Dio, and she wore yellow—some sort of significance in the color coding.

There was an important political figure here, too, and his helmet was a dove gray. He was a black man, an African, wearing a three-piece suit but not even sweating out in the hot sun. Minister Perry Bonyongwe. He had an aide with him, a tall, young, thin guy who carried his briefcase for him. Tommy said the dove gray hat guy, Bonyongwe, was the Mining and Mineral Minister in Zimbabwe, here to make sure the local population benefited as well as the foreign nationals. Then Tommy held out his palm behind him like he was looking for a tip, said, Hope what the guy gets goes to the right people.

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When they first arrived, Tommy had introduced her to Kal and some other guy called Gudmund he said was in charge of purchasing. A slick mean looking movie villain with a deeply seamed forehead and a white brush cut, dressed all in black. They shook hands then hooked up with a few more executives who wanted to go along, taking their turns shaking hands with Tommy and Dio. A lot of patting each other on the backs was followed by a young African woman in a suit taking pictures of them all as they held hands and posed with big smiles. Two new guys joined in, blue-collar types with their zippered up jumpsuits and red hardhats. During the tour, they were frequently referred to for the technical information. They all went together from the parking lot through the impressive lobby, took their pictures, got their hardhats and headed out to the dirt.

Now they were being shown the grounds, walking this earthen track to look at the mining operation itself, heading into a tunnel dug into a massive red ridge where they would find administration offices built right into the ground. Supposedly they could cut through there, out to the other side and into the refining plant. That’s where they would show them the brine water, and the battery operation. It was all foreign to her, but she liked to see her husband in his glory. Everyone loved Tommy. Couldn’t get enough of him. Dio, too—although he was the owner of the company, and a handsome and slick son of a bitch, it was Tommy who ran the show. There was something about that that excited her.

So here they were, heading toward the enormous mouth of the mine, into the practical gates of hell given today’s temperature, and Tommy was up front, letting them know all the good that Megalos was going to do for them. Dio? Dio had drifted back to walk alongside her trailing at the rear of the party.

Now the group passed from the intense African sunlight into the jet black of the tunnel. It was like the lights had been turned off. She didn’t know if anybody else could see, because now she was blinking and could barely make out shapes except for a distant light that reflected off the top rails of the trolley tracks, showing two ghostly lines fading into the distance.

She plucked the yellow foam out of her ears, not wanting to be deaf and blind. She worked her jaw around, listening. There were no motors running, none of the heavy machinery moving in and out at the moment. Somewhere deep in the tunnel there was banging, it was loud but distant. At least she was able to hear people talking now. She put the foam buds in the pocket of her skirt, looked around, could see back out into the daylight, saw people moving around out there, a truck backing down a ramp.

The guy with the rolled-up sleeves was telling Tommy and the politician and a few of the executives their plans for a new system of trolleys that will run in and out of this tunnel, multiplying their ranks by three. Three separate tracks running in and out of the earth, dragging lithium out all day long.

A hand rested on the small of her back and she knew it was Dio without looking. Big hand, bold move—she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

One of the two men who wore the red helmets and blue jumpsuits flicked on a flashlight that looked as big as a lunchbox. Its strong halogen beam shot up and down the track as the executive continued his speech. Then when the executive was done talking about the prospects for future lithium exploration, he deferred to the man with the flashlight to talk about current logistics or something. It was hard to pay attention.

They were all standing around, the one with the red helmet going on about numbers and volume, his flashlight aiming deeper down the tunnel. Dio’s hand moved from the small of her back over the curve of her rump, drifted low until the tips of his fingers touched the bare back of her thigh. Her legs began to tremble, and she knew this was a bad idea, but didn’t move away. His hands stroked up and down the back of her leg, touching her bare skin, then his thumb slipped up under the hem of her skirt and she felt him get closer to her sex.

Now his hand was between her thighs and she let her legs part, leaving her back to him while her eyes stayed steady ahead.

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As her eyes grew accustomed to the dark, the backward splashing glow of the flashlight silhouetted all the executives standing and listening ahead of her and Dio. Tommy was up at front, but she could see him clearly. He was nodding, comprehending, his thumb and finger on his chin. That guy was probably figuring out an angle right now. Meanwhile, his boss had other things on his mind. Things she kind of liked.

With everyone’s attention focused up front, listening to the executive drone on, she let herself settle back against Dio while his hands touched her bare skin. Thumb-side up, his hand stroked the inside of her thigh, and now she felt it bump against the satin of the panties she wore. Expensive satin panties in a vibrant pink that he had purchased just for her. They were elegant, well-made, with frilled edges and a lacy side panel.

The knuckle of his thumb bumped against her sex, and even protected behind the triple layer material his touch felt electric. She parted her legs a little wider. Now his thumb scooped along the curve of her ass cheek, slipped up underneath the panty’s trim, his fingers following behind, and he grabbed a handful of her bare flesh. It separated her cheeks, pulled her creases and folds open and she could feel the coolness of the mineshaft air get under her skirt and touch her feminine parts.

She enjoyed a quiet moan, knowing it wouldn’t be heard down here. Dio’s other hand slipped up the opposite side, going under her skirt as well—but now he was lifting it, pulling it right up. If the flashlight shone on her, everyone turning to see, they would see the skirt bunched up around her waist, her bare thighs and her bright pink panties. The ones purchased by a man who wasn’t her husband.

No, she hissed, don’t do that, Dio. Not here …

She knew he heard her, but he disregarded her complaint. Now his hands were around the front and he slipped them under the waistband of her panties just below her stomach. Little fingers first, then hands completely inside her panties he pulled them outward and down. If anyone were to turn now, they would see her shaved fairy cake. And while that was the most outrageous thing she could imagine, one that would probably ruin Tommy’s career, she stayed frozen, watching their faces as they watched the red helmet guy talk, knowing that if they turned, they would see her pussy. Her stomach tightened, a hard knotted ball formed behind her navel.

"Seriously, don’t, she said again, but did nothing to stop him.

Dio nibbled at the back of her ear, and her new worry was that her nipples were showing through the fabric. They had turned hard in an instant, burst from her body like bolts. She ached for them to be touched, and pushed away the urge to do it herself. Instead her hands were clenched in fists at her side now. She relaxed them, put her hands gently over top of Dio’s. She whispered, Don’t show them my pussy.

He groaned, Don’t you think they want to see it?

Don’t, she said softly.

Still disregarding her, he began to push the panties down her thighs. She let go of his hands, and grabbed at the fabric, taking a grip on her panties and stopping him.

Oh my God, don’t do that, she said.

But he forced them down. Instead of fighting, she let them go, sawed her hips from side to side to free them from the inside of her thighs. The dampness had them clinging. He worked them halfway down to her knee, his chin digging into her collar. Then he let them go and she brought her knees together and felt them fall around her ankles. With no hesitation, Dio’s right hand grabbed her between her legs. Between thumb and knuckle he pinched folds of her feminine flesh. She could feel the wetness, feel the slickness her insides had gushed into his