“Mariette, you’re sure you…” Edward begins to ask his wife.
“Merde!” Comes the exasperated reply. “Just eat her!” Your pulse races at the thought and you shuffle your feet apart as you continue to lash your tongue at Mariette’s juicy pussy. You moan with delight as you feel Edward’s hot breath on your own wet folds. A moment later, you feel the roughness of his stubbly cheeks against the tender skin of your inner thighs. Breathless in anticipation, you tremble as you feel his tongue swipe the length of your slit. Mariette seems to have trained him well, his tongue dabbing and flicking at your clitoris or lapping at your juicy furrow.
“Oh God, yes!” You moan, momentarily pulling your face from between Mariette’s thighs as you feel your orgasm swiftly rising. She gently guides you back down and you resume feverishly lashing your tongue at her clit.
“Oui, oui!” She gasps, her fingers tightening in your hair. Moments later, she arches her back and her clitoris quivers against your tongue as she cries out in ecstasy. As her juices soak your chin, the excitement of sending the voluptuous Frenchwoman to her climax has you following moments later.
“Yesss!” You moan, pulling your face from Mariette’s pulsing pussy. Panting softly in the afterglow of her own orgasm, she smiles down at you, tenderly stroking your head as you tremble with each powerful surge of pleasure. When your climax finally subsides, you crawl back onto the bed in a blissful stupor. Mariette chuckles and you feel her lean over you and kiss your cheek before both her and her husband depart, the door clicking shut behind them.
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You pull back the sheet, finding yourself in a long nightdress which presumably belonged to Mariette. Wincing as pain lances through your limbs, you swing your legs out of the bed and sit up.
“You should rest.” Edward tells you.
“I want to see my plane.” You reply firmly. He glances helplessly at his wife as you climb gingerly to your feet.
“Then at least let me help you.” Mariette gently tells you. You nod and she hooks her arm around your waist, helping you from the room.
As you step outside, you are almost instantly dripping with perspiration in the humidity. Mariette opens a parasol, shielding you both from the oppressive heat of the sun. As your eyes acclimatize to the sunshine, you notice an ugly furrow carved across the field. Following it to the tree line, your heart sinks at the sight of what used to be your plane. The fuselage is smashed, one wing torn clean off and the other twisted and broken. Even if she was inside a workshop hanger, it would be unlikely she could be repaired. In the depths of the Amazon jungle, it is utterly hopeless.
“Goddamn it.” You mutter, before remembering who you are with. “Sorry.” You murmur, wincing at the casual blasphemy.
“Understandable given the circumstances.” Edward smiles politely. “If it’s any consolation, I think He was looking out for you. It seems incredible you survived such a landing.”
With Mariette’s help, you limp over to the wreck and place your hand on the side of the fuselage, the riveted steel hull hot to the touch in the bright sunlight. She’d been the only constant in your life for the last few years and losing her feels like a bereavement.
“Let’s get you back inside.” Mariette tells you gently. “You need to rest.” You nod and allow her to help you back to the house.
You spend the next two days convalescing. Your battered body aches all over, but gradually you begin to feel stronger. As you lie there, wondering how on Earth you are going to get out of the middle of the Amazon without your plane, there is a polite knock at the door and Edward walks in carrying a tin bucket, water sloshing around inside.
“Uh…” He smiles awkwardly, setting the bucket down next to the bed and shifting his weight from foot to foot, “If you don’t mind me saying, I think it’s high time you freshened up.”
“I guess after a couple of days in this heat, I’ll be starting to smell a little ripe.” You admit with a smile. “Do you have a bath or a shower?”
“Neither, I’m afraid.” He grimaces. “We have a nearby stream that we bathe in, but you’re in far too fragile a state for that. I suggest a sponge bath would be the best course of action.” He glances towards the bucket. “With your permission, I can wash you, but if you would prefer my wife to do it, I quite understand.”
Consent
Have Mariette wash you instead
You’re not comfortable with either washing you
“Please don’t be offended, but I’m not comfortable with either of you washing me.” You tell Edward. “If you leave the bucket and the sponge, I will wash myself.”
“Of course.” He nods. “I understand completely, my dear.” He turns and walks from the room, closing the door behind him. Listening as his footsteps recede, you sit up, pulling the nightdress over your head and wincing with pain as your stiff limbs object to the exercise. Reaching into the bucket, you pull out a sponge and wring it out before dabbing it over your body, gently scrubbing your skin. As the cool water runs down over your breasts, your nipples harden and you suppress a gasp of pleasure. You arch an eyebrow, surprised at how amorous you are feeling. With a wry smile, you are relieved you hadn’t asked either of your saviors to wash you. There’s no telling what might have happened…
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“I think I’d prefer Mariette to wash me.” You tell Edward.
“Of course.” He nods before calling for his wife. She enters the room a few moments later. “I shall attend to the crops outside and leave you ladies to it.” He adds before turning and leaving the room. Mariette glances at the closed door before approaching the bed. She avoids your gaze as she reaches out and slowly pulls the bed sheet away. Her body seems tense as she reaches down and grasps the hem of the nightdress and begins to slowly pull it upwards, revealing your legs.
“Thank you for the loan of the nightdress.” You tell her, trying to break the tension in the room. “I was in such a hurry, I didn’t bring much in the way of clothes with me.” She finally meets your gaze and smiles, nodding shyly. You lift your hips as she pulls the hem up past your thighs. Mariette’s face flushes as the wiry curls of your pubic region are revealed. You sit up, grimacing as your injured body objects to the sudden movement.
“Are you all right?” She asks, her expression etched with concern.
“I feel like I’ve gone a few rounds with Joe Louis,” You admit, raising your arms and allowing her to lift the nightdress off completely before reclining back onto the bed. “But considering I’ve just survived a plane crash, I can’t really complain about a few bruises.” Mariette smiles, neatly folding the nightdress before reaching into the bucket. She lifts the sponge from within, squeezing out the excess water before leaning over you and gently dabbing at your stomach with it. The water is cold, instantly cooling your warm flesh. Mariette continues to slowly slide the sponge up and down your torso and your arms before left with nowhere else to go, she tentatively swipes it over a breast. You stifle a gasp, your nipple hardening as she drags the cold sponge over the sensitive bud. She blushes furiously, biting her lower lip.
“I feel pampered, like a queen.” You smile, attempting to alleviate her discomfort. Mariette’s gaze flicks back up to your face and she returns your smile. She lifts the sponge, droplets of water trickling over your fleshy mound as she leans over you and begins to gently scrub your other breast. Her face hovers just above you.
Kiss her
Allow her to continue washing you
You reach up and touch her cheek with your hand. A tiny gasp, almost a squeak of surprise escapes Mariette’s lips as her eyes dart towards you, the sponge freezing on your breast. Her brown eyes gaze questioningly into yours. You answer with a smile and gently stroke her face before craning your head forward and pressing your lips to hers. She stiffens and for a moment you wonder if you have misjudged the furtive glances and tension between you. Then she relaxes and you feel her begin to kiss you back before abruptly pulling away.
“I shouldn�
�t…” She murmurs weakly.
“Are you sure?” You purr, smiling up at her and knowing from her heaving chest and her elevated breathing that despite her protestations, her desire has already overcome her reason.
“I… I want to.” Mariette admits. “But I’m a married woman and… and… oh God.” She presses her lips back to yours and kisses you, surrendering herself to her lust. The sponge leaves your breast and you hear it splash back into the bucket as it is replaced by her hand as she explores your body. She massages your breast, her thumb playing over your engorged nipple and making you moan into her mouth. She pulls away, studying your face.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Mariette breathes.
“I’m glad you are.” You reply huskily. She smiles and leans forward, kissing you again. Perhaps encouraged by your praise, she is less tentative now, her tongue slipping between your lips and seeking yours. You can feel a delicious tingling between your thighs and a thrill runs through you as you seduce this beautiful woman. Breaking the kiss, you gaze into her eyes as you gently guide her head downward. She nods, the bed creaking as she joins you. Shuffling lower until her face hovers over your chest, she chews her lower lip pensively for a moment before kissing the tops of your breasts. You can feel the warmth of her body against yours as she cradles your soft mounds in each hand. Her lips skirt the circumference of your areola before brushing over the sensitive bud of your left nipple. As she repeats this on your right nipple, you arch your back, wanting her to take it into her mouth. When Mariette continues to tease you, your stifled groan of frustration is not lost on her, the Frenchwoman chuckling before finally relenting. As she draws the hardened bud between her lips, you moan with delight and clutch her head to your breast. The tingle between your legs has become a throb of desire and you can feel the dampness increasing with each wonderful swirl of her tongue. Mariette’s dark, sultry eyes flick up to meet yours, perhaps seeking guidance as to what to do next.
Guide her hand between your thighs
Roll Mariette onto her back and undress her
Ignoring the dull ache of your bruised limbs, you abruptly sit up and roll Mariette onto her back. She squeals with a mixture of surprise and delight as you crawl on top of her, your face hovering above hers.
“What are you going to do to me?” She whispers, her chestnut brown eyes wide as she gazes expectantly up at you. Flashing her a grin, you grasp the hem of her dress and draw it upwards, her pale thighs and a pair of ivory colored lace panties revealed. Mariette raises her arms as you pull it over her head. Your eyes are drawn to her generous bra-clad breasts which heave with her excitement. Biting her lip, she intuitively arches her back, allowing you to reach behind her. Smiling, you deftly unfasten the clasp and pull her bra off.
“Magnificent.” You murmur, your pussy tingling at the sight of her soft, pale mounds, her nipples rose pink.
“Touch them.” Mariette breathes, her tone almost pleading. You nod and cup her breasts, feeling her hard nipples pressing into the palms of your hands. As a moan of pleasure escapes her lips, she blushes and flashes you a shy smile. You lean forward and kiss her again, wanting her to relax and enjoy herself. She kisses you back without hesitation as she surrenders herself to her carnal impulses. Breaking the kiss, you trail your lips down her throat before kissing the tops of her breasts. Her chest heaves in anticipation as you slide lower and draw an engorged nipple into your mouth.
“Ohhh, oui!” Mariette gasps, her hands reaching down and cradling your head, her fingers entwining in your hair. You swirl your tongue around the hardened bud, enjoying her breathless moans of delight. She guides your head across her chest and you eagerly take her other nipple into your mouth. Sliding your hand down the soft flesh of her stomach, you tentatively slide your fingertips inside the waistband of her panties. She sighs and you feel her open her legs in anticipation. You slip your hand further inside the front of her panties, your fingers gliding through the wiry tangles of her pubic hair. She squirms slightly and you can feel the humid heat radiating out from between her thighs. You pause just short of her clitoris and allow her nipple to slip from your lips. Mariette lifts her head and gazes quizzically at you. As you continue to torment her, she opens her mouth but hesitates, blushing furiously as she cannot bring herself to speak the words to encourage you.
“Please.” She finally murmurs, a note of desperation in her voice. You smile wickedly before relenting and pressing your fingertips against her wet slit. “Ohhh!” She gasps, her legs opening wider. You chuckle and begin to move your fingers inside her, your thumb gently flicking against her clit.
“Does that feel good?” You inquire, enjoying the blissful expression on her face. Her lips pout and her eyes are heavy lidded, any remaining guilt or conflict evaporating with each breathless moan.
“Oh God, yes.” She pants. “I… I want to touch you too.” Your pussy tingles at the thought of the beautiful and voluptuous Frenchwoman returning the favor, but as you glance up at her, you notice an unlit candle on the nightstand and have an idea.
Touch each other
Slip the candle inside her
“I’d like that.” You breathe, slipping your fingers from her pussy. Mariette smiles before drawing her legs up, reaching down and peeling her panties off. Your mouth waters at the sight of her juicy folds and you are tempted to drop your face between her thighs and plunge your tongue inside her wet slit. Resisting the temptation, you sit up and beckon her to you.
“You’re so beautiful.” Mariette murmurs as she sits up. Your pussy tingles as you feel her eyes on your body. As you pull her to you, she hooks her legs over yours. Sitting facing each other with your legs entwined, you embrace, your lips finding hers as you enjoy the soft warmth of her generous breasts against your chest.
“So are you.” You purr, kissing her passionately. Her fingers slide up into your hair, cradling your head as her tongue darts between your lips. There is electricity in the air as you kiss, the forbidden nature of your tryst making you nervous lest you be discovered while simultaneously thrilling you. By the time Mariette’s hands have explored your body, slowly gliding down and slipping between your legs, you are squirming with need.
“Mon dieu! You’re so wet!” She breathes as her fingers find your pussy. As her fingertips slip inside you, you tremble with desire, realizing that it is now the missionary’s wife who is seducing you. Slipping your hand between her thighs, you resume teasing her too. She gasps as your fingertips find her clit and begin to gently rub it.
“You like that?” You pant. Mariette smiles and nods. You lose yourself in her dark brown eyes before leaning forward and kissing her once more, your hands working slowly but insistently at each other’s pussies.
“It feels incredible.” She groans. “Keep going, just like that.” You can feel the beginnings of your orgasm rising within you and know you won’t last much longer. Mariette too looks like she is closing in, her face and top of her chest flushed as she squirms with delight.
“I want to watch you come.” You tell her. She nods, her breathing increasingly ragged now, her hand still working at your pussy and clit, but increasingly distracted. Her lips pout and there is a desperate yearning in her eyes.
“Oui, oui, oui!” Mariette’s voice a low moan as she teeters on the brink. Her mouth drops open and she arches her back before crying out in ecstasy. You feel her clit pulsing against your fingertips as she trembles with each surge of pleasure. She gazes deeply into your eyes until her orgasm finally subsides. “Merci, merci.” She pants, smiling broadly.
“You looked incredible.” You murmur, returning her smile.
“Turn your back to me.” She purrs, withdrawing her fingers from between your legs. You nod, your pulse racing with excitement as you shuffle around. You feel her body press against your back, the soft warmth of her breasts crushed against your shoulder blades and her hot breath on your neck. Her right hand slips around your waist and you part your thighs as her fingers return to your
pussy. She slowly kisses the top of your right shoulder, her lips slowly working up the side of your neck. Her left hand slips around to massage a breast, her fingers teasing a nipple.
“Yes.” You moan with delight. “Oh God, you’ve got me so turned on!” She chuckles throatily, confidently rubbing and caressing your body towards your imminent climax.
“Come for me.” She breathes, pinching your nipple and strumming your clit. “I want to feel your body tremble against me.” Her lips and fingers seem to know your body better than even you, speeding up or slowing down at exactly the right moment. You bite your lower lip to suppress a shrill cry of pleasure as she sends you over the edge. Throwing back your head, you let out a deep moan of pure ecstasy. She holds you tightly as you buck against her, her fingers resting on your quivering clit until with a final shudder, you relax.
“Incredible.” You pant, quietly suspecting that her skilled touch was far from beginner’s luck. “Thank you.” You lie together on the bed, her body curled up against yours. As you drift off to sleep, you are dimly aware of her climbing out of bed, a whisper of fabric as she dresses. You feel her kiss you tenderly on the cheek before her light footsteps recede followed by the click of the bedroom door as it closes behind her.
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“Hold that thought.” You murmur, slipping your hand from inside her and crawling up the bed.
“What are you doing?” Mariette asks as you pluck the candle from its holder. You flash her a smile and drop back down the bed. Hooking your fingers inside the waistband of her panties, you peel them down, your pulse racing at the sight of her glistening folds. Using her juices to lubricate the candle, you guide it between her open thighs. As you press the end to her opening, her dark brown eyes widen.
“Are you ready?” You ask her.
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