EXTRACT FOR
Penelope
(Anna Mann)

Penelope wasn't exactly a mail order bride, although many looked at her that way. When solid and respectable John Langton had returned to the village after a short foreign holiday with the African woman on his arm the gossip had begun. 

How had he met her? Had he skimmed through a catalogue of some sort until he found her statistics, maybe made an offer... then gone overseas to collect his purchase!? Surely they hadn't met in the more traditional manner... there hadn't been enough time, two weeks wasn't sufficient to meet, date... and actually marry. And they were married, the rings on their fingers proved that.

Of course they hadn't met in a traditional way, although to John the internet dating site was as close to traditional as he would ever get, almost reclusive and painfully shy around women he had actually browsed for weeks before making his first hesitant approach online. Amazingly she had been his one and only contact, the only woman who had grabbed his attention... and so, after months of chatting and planning he had finally flown out to Tanzania to meet her for the first time... and then take her to the wedding ceremony that they had planned together. 

Many would have found this strange, to meet your life partner in the flesh for the very first time only days before the wedding, but the internet has the potential to shrink miles, web cams and instant messaging bring distant people together, Penelope and John knew each other inside and out long before they ever met in person.

For them, no sex before marriage was easy, and just how she had always pictured her future to be. Conservative on the surface but as kinky as hell inside is how John described her, her look was innocent or demure, but behind the virtuous expression bubbled a passion that knew no bounds, and they had chatted long into the night exploring fantasy and fetish. The openness of Penelope drew shy John out of his shell, what society considered immoral or taboo Penelope dismissed lightly as really quite normal, her easy attitude coaxed John's true desires out into the open. She was perfect in his eyes... a dream come true.

Penelope had also found her dream, the man was a little naive and shy, but that wasn't an issue because time would cure those traits, and she began to relax as her life improved. Crushing poverty had followed her for the twenty three years of her existence, she had fought for everything she had, and that was little. She was tough, realistic and down to earth... she was also bright, she knew the only path out of the living nightmare of being an African woman at the bottom of society... she had to marry a foreigner. A muzungu... a white man!

And so through an interracial dating web site they had met, the African girl and the middle aged Englishman, they had learned each other... they had fallen in love, and contrary to the suspicions of those closest to the couple, their love was genuine.

She excited and shocked him, her attitude toward subjects that he had never before dared to broach was one of understanding and encouragement... she made it easy for him to explore fetish without fear of mockery.

John had begun simply, fairly safe ground he decided, something almost normal...

They had been chatting online, he had been in his study at home with a generous glass of scotch, she had been curled up in her single bed in the slums shack that she shared with three other girls.

"Do you like having your toes touched?" he asked as an introduction and an effort to divert the conversation away from the usual chat of how was your day?

He watched Penelope smile as she began to type. "I love having them licked and sucked... if you count that as touching!"

Their conversation had meandered through various fetishes, sometimes the couple tested the water carefully before proceeding, a little toes sucking was innocuous... but their conversation constantly led them toward territory and topics that could most definitely be described as taboo.

"Will you show me again Penny?" John had asked, her words had cut through the effects of the strong spirits. Penelope winked and in one fluid movement pulled her t-shirt up over her head to expose the breasts and big dark nipples that he so desperately wanted to touch and fondle and suck.

"Oh my God," he gasped as she tugged her solid nipples, stretching them and moaning softly as her eyes closed. "Tell me again baby, seriously... will you really do all the things we've discussed tonight?"

Penelope opened her eyes and smiled into her web cam as she slowly nodded. "If you truly want me to do those things... then yes, I promise."

"But you mustn't do them just for me." he added quickly.

Penelope shook her head and began to type. "Everything that we've talked about is something that I want to do... I was just scared that you wouldn't understand if I suggested!"

John had shaken his head in disbelief, she was perfect, a dream come true...

And she was his!

*****

That had been months before, now Penny, the name that he preferred, had been with him in Britain for over six weeks, the honeymoon was giving way to routine... and John began to think more and more often about the promises that had been made before their wedding... three big promises, three times against the odds she had agreed... three propositions that in reality would probably destroy any other marriage. Penny had said yes, on all three counts... but since her arrival in his small and sleepy village she had not even hinted that she was still willing.

It was a concern, but John said nothing, probably she was still adjusting to her new life... and after the heat and bustle of Dar es Salam his village must have been a culture shock. 

Another ten days passed, Penny was as happy as he had ever know her, because although his neighbours believed that he had met her during his holiday, they had been in effect dating at a distance for many months, he knew her moods inside and out.

"Fancy a night out?" he questioned as they shared a light lunch in the local pub, "Somewhere in town, a bit more lively than here?"

Her face lit with enthusiasm as she nodded rapidly. "A club?"

John resisted the urge to shrug, they had twenty years of difference between them, and although at forty three he didn't exactly have one foot in the grave, he certainly didn't share her love of dancing and clubs.

"A club is fine," he nodded, "But..."

Penny stopped him with a small giggle. "But don't expect you to dance!"

"Correct," he chuckled, "I'm happy just to watch you."

"Even if someone wants to dance with me?" Penny asked quietly, it had happened before, she had been enjoying the beats when some random guy hit on her.

John smiled. "If someone wants to dance with you... and you are okay with it, why should I complain?"

"And if they get smoochie and touchy?"

John looked her in the eye, she was setting boundaries... so practical. She wanted the rules in place before a scene developed. He just imagined the possible scenarios running through her mind... she was a very sensual girl, very open... how would he react if a man was touching her as they danced... she wanted to be sure he wouldn't become angry or cause a scene.

"Well," he began, "Let's put it this way, whatever you are comfortable with... I'm comfortable with too!"

"Really?" she asked, her gaze steady and intense.

"Seriously," John replied... "And don't forget... we have our agreement."

A smile spread across Penny's face. "I thought you had forgotten about that... you hadn't mentioned it since we chatted that night."

"I've thought about it a great deal," John admitted, "I was waiting until you had settled here."

Penny reached across the table and grasped his hand. "I'm settled John, so if you want, we can start tonight, in the club... do you want that?"

"More than you will ever know." he agreed as he felt a stirring in his groin, and squeezing her hand he allowed his imagination to run riot.

*****

Strobe lights and lasers flashed and spun chasing patterns on the walls, heavy bass thudded almost inside his chest, but John barely noticed... his attention was focussed on his wife... his Penelope... Penny!

Before they had left home she had slipped from her dressing room and performed a slow twirl as he sat on the bed. John had felt his mouth drop open as he understood that his wife wore only a fishnet dress... and nothing else. 

"Do you dare?" he asked breathlessly as he stared at her prominent nipples and wide dark areola.

"I dare," she chuckled, "If it won't embarrass you!"

Embarrass me! John lowered his gaze to the shadow of tightly curled pubic hair, jet black against her chocolate brown skin. Everything is on display, but there's no way I'm embarrassed.

"I can't wait for the reactions," he chuckled regaining a modicum of composure, "You are certainly going to turn heads tonight."

Penny lowered her eyes and gave a small smile... "I hope so." she whispered.