The Jungle Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  As Kwabena grimaced and began to ejaculate into her pussy once more, Heather continued to slam herself backwards against him. She rose up on her hands only to be pushed back down against the bed. She was a lover to him no longer. This time she was scarcely more than a hot, tight hole.

  And to my disbelief, this rough treatment to cause a fourth orgasm to erupt inside her. As Kwabena’s cock pulsed inside her, Heather’s pussy clenched at it, milking it for seed.

  Kwabena took a long time to twist out the last drops of pleasure his orgasm had brought. When he was finally done he pulled his sagging shaft out of her cunt, slapped her ass and jumped off the bed.

  Heather was a sweaty, panting, frenzied mess of a woman. I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

  “You two can sleep here. I’ll take the guest room.”

  I nearly protested, my politeness getting the better of me. But I realized before I did how absurd that would sound. The man had just fucked my wife as if he owned her. No harm would come if we stole his bed that night.

  As Kwabena walked out of the room I fell down beside Heather, ogling the semen draining from her tight pussy and the glimmering green “gem” decorating her ass directly above. I reached out to touch her breast.

  “Oh baby you’ve got to be kidding me,” she said. “I’m so sore I don’t know how I’m going to walk tomorrow.” She smiled and her eyes fluttered shut.

  “Do you…do you want to at least take a shower?” I asked.

  “Mmm, maybe in the morning,” Heather purred.

  This did nothing to dull the ache of my erection. So I laid down and did my best to fall asleep next to my gently snoring, filthy little thing.

  Chapter Twelve

  I woke the next morning somewhat disoriented by my surroundings. Immediately after getting my bearings I fell into a panic.

  Heather was gone.

  Scrambling into my clothes I raced downstairs to find Kwabena sitting at the kitchen table sipping tea and swiping through headlines on his tablet. He looked up at me and flashed his toothy grin. “Jay. Good morning!”

  “Where’s Heather?” I asked, doing my best keep the anguish out of my tone.

  “Relax,” Kwabena replied. He pulled out the chair next to him, got up, then walked over to the counter and poured another cup of coffee. He set it on the table and sat back down. “Heather had to be at work, remember? I gave her a ride and came back so I could do the same for you.”

  This calmed me down, somewhat. With my heart still pounding it seemed like the last thing I needed was a coffee but I sipped the cup nonetheless, grateful to have something to do besides wringing my hands.

  Kwabena pushed his tablet to one side and leaned back in his chair, folding his thick arms across his chest. “That is quite a woman you have there, Jay,” he said, nodding.

  I’m not sure why this made me feel a little bit like a school-boy about to be admonished by the principal. It was really the first inkling I felt that Kwabena’s intentions towards Heather, or perhaps towards both of us, were more than just a friendly fuck. “I’m lucky to have found her, that’s for sure,” I replied, forcing a smile.

  “And she’s lucky to have found you, too,” he added. “It’s not every husband that has the fortitude to allow his wife to taste another man’s charms. All in front of his own eyes, no less.”

  I felt the moment turn awkward for his explicit description.

  Kwabena did not seem fazed.

  After a few more minutes sitting in silence and what seemed like very loud slurps of my coffee, I glanced at my watch and decided it was time to go. “Well, thank-you, I suppose.” I felt like a fool as soon as the words were out of my mouth, thanking Kwabena for having fucked my wife so roughly in front of me the night before. “I should probably get going so I can meet Heather at the hotel when she finishes.”

  “Well allow me to give you a ride then, as I said I would,” Kwabena offered.

  The thought crossed my mind to not take him up on it. What I really had a craving for was some fresh air and the chance to think through everything that had just happened. But the prospect of navigating the transit system in Koflao, or spending more money on a taxi, was not appealing. With a grim smile I accepted his offer. Five minutes later we were speeding down the streets in his car, the top down exposing us to the blistering sun beating down.

  Kwabena’s driving mimicked the second fucking he’d given Heather the night before. It was a swervy and dangerous affair, dodging pedestrians and stray dogs. No one seemed terribly put out by it but there were a few moments I feared for our lives.

  I couldn’t help but sigh in relief as we pulled up to the hotel. I thanked him for the ride, my knees trembling slightly, and was about to get out of the car when he grabbed my arm.

  “Jason,” he said.

  “Yes?”

  “I saw that you very much enjoyed watching your wife get defiled like an animal last night.”

  The statement sent blood rushing to my face. What an embarrassing to hear from someone. “I…uh…”

  Kwabena smiled. It was the same friendly smile from the first time we’d met. “It’s okay, Jay. There’s no reason to be ashamed. It’s just that I have…” He paused. His eyes wandered to one side of the street, then the other, before settling on me again. “I have a proposition that you might be interested in.”

  “A proposition?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he replied.

  “What sort of proposition?”

  Kwabena smile widened. “I’d like more time to talk about it than we have now. Would you meet me tonight? At the coffee shop? Where we first had our chat?”

  “The one by the university?”

  “Yes,” Kwabena replied. “They serve stronger drinks in the evening. Say around eight?”

  A discomfort twisted through me. Eight? I had hoped to spend the evening with Heather, finally get her to myself again and perhaps sort through everything that had happened. “Could it be any earlier? What is this about anyways? Does it have something to do with Heather?”

  “Oh it’s very much to do with Heather, yes. But I can’t make it any earlier unfortunately. Well, you know, if eight won’t work then don’t worry. Perhaps another time.” He let go of my arm and put his hands on the steering wheel, waiting for me to get out of the car.

  I nearly did. But now that he’d piqued my interest I found it hard to just tear myself away. “What is it about, Kwabena?”

  He looked over at me again. His eyes narrowed just a bit. “How would you like to see how we breed women in the African jungle, Jason?” he asked.

  The question sent a pulse of adrenaline shooting down to my feet. As it rose again it settled in my lap, transformed into something far more lewd, hardening my cock. “What?” I whispered.

  “Beautiful white women like your wife. How would you like to see that? Her tight little holes getting stuffed full of big black cocks?”

  My mouth fell open as I stared into Kwabena’s dark eyes. “What are you talking about?”

  “Eight o’clock, Jay. Eight o’clock.” He lifted his hand and turned his wrist to look at his watch. “You’ll have to excuse me,” he said, glancing out the driver’s side window. “I have a meeting to attend.”

  I stumbled out of the car and barely managed to slam the door before he pulled away. My mind was reeling. What a strange and enigmatic thing to say right before he left. We’d had all that awkward silence at his house and in the car. Why had he picked the very last moment to present his proposal?

  Did it matter, though? As I walked back to our hotel room in a daze the seed of imagery Kwabena had planted had already begun blossoming into vivid fantasies.

  All I could think of the rest of the day was what it would be like to watch Heather on her back with her legs splayed, accepting an army of cocks inside herself. It was a filthily exciting nightmare.

  By the time she returned from her day’s work, I had worked myself up to such a state, had such a froth churning between my l
egs begging to be released, that I pounced on her the moment she walked through the door.

  “Jason!” she yelped, dropping a stack of books she’d been carrying.

  I nuzzled up against her neck, smothering it with kisses the way Kwabena had the night before.

  “Jason, what’s gotten into you?” she said, giggling.

  “I just missed you. I was worried when you weren’t in bed this morning,” I said, pausing my affections to gaze into her eyes.

  Heather tilted her head and looked at me sweetly. “You were sleeping so well I didn’t want to wake you. Kwabena was kind enough to give me a ride.”

  “Yes. He told me,” I replied. Then, before she could get another word in, I pressed my lips to hers in a kiss. My hand wandered up under her blouse and slid her bra up over her breast. I cupped it, enjoying the feeling of her nipple hardening against my palm. “I want you,” I whispered, releasing her.

  The soft click of her tongue followed by a slight exhale were like a pin being pushed into my abdomen. It wasn’t the sound anyone made before they were about to say “yes.”

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “It’s just,” she began, then rolled her eyes. “I’m still so sore from last night.” She put her hand on my arm and gave it a squeeze.

  The disappointment must have shown on my face.

  “Oh, I’m sorry!” she said, rubbing my arm again. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you…” She bit her lip and glanced down at my cock, her eyes widening a little at seeing how large the bulge was in my pants. “Wow, you are excited, aren’t you?”

  “I just love you. I want you to know that.”

  God how men can lie given the right motivations. Of course I loved her. But this really had nothing to do with that. The last two nights events combined with Kwabena’s enigmatic tease had my mind spinning with confusion and lust. It felt like if I could just release, maybe a small part of it would return to normal.

  “I’ll tell you what,” Heather said quietly. “Why don’t you take that out,” she said, pointing down to my cock. “I’ll give you a little hand and then…” she paused and bit her lip. “Then you can pick where you want to finish. Sound okay?” She spoke the last two words quietly and her eyebrows rose in a gentle flirt.

  As if there were any possibility that it didn’t sound okay.

  I had myself unholstered in seconds, leaning forward and offering her my thing.

  She wrapped a soft palm around it and gave it a few careful strokes, as if worried that anything more vigorous would cause it to blow. She looked up and flashed a gentle smile. “Like that?” she asked.

  “Baby, please,” I whispered, thrusting my hips forward and back to try and get her stroking again.

  This caused a giggle to bubble up out of her but she obliged. Her warm palm ran up and my shaft, coaxing the cum out of my nuts and causing them to draw up between my legs. “I can feel you flexing. Are you close?” she asked.

  I didn’t want to be but knew there was no hope of going back. Not this time, anyways. “I’m close,” I whispered back.

  “So?” she asked, pausing her pulling for a moment. “What’ll it be? You want to come on my tits? Maybe my face?” Her smile widened. “Tonight I can be your filthy little thing.”

  Hearing her repeat Kwabena’s moniker made my cock lurch in her hand.

  Heather giggled again. “Oh you like that?” She gave it a few more strokes.

  I felt the first warning that a hot gush of seed was about to come spilling out. Before I knew what I was doing I spun her around and bent her over, tugging her skirt down to reveal her underwear.

  Heather gasped in surprise, palms on the wall ahead of her to keep herself from falling forward.

  The first drops of precum leaked out of my cock as I yanked down her white underwear.

  Time seemed to stop as my eyes came to rest on the sacred space between her legs.

  There, just above her glistening pussy, sat the green stone that decorated the ass plug Kwabena had put inside her the night before.

  Thoughts collided inside my mind like the waves of two oceans crashing into each other in a storm.

  Had she kept it in?

  Or had she removed it and replaced it during the day?

  But the most terrifying and most erotic thought of all was once again the echo her words.

  Tonight I can be your filthy little thing.

  Except with that plug inside her, she was still more or less his.

  All of this, combined with the beautiful sight of her round ass sent me careening over the edge. A glob of semen burst from the head of my cock and splattered across Heather’s back cheek. Then another shot out, landing in a creamy white slash along her slightly parted pussy lips. The third oozed, rather than shout out, dribbling onto the floor into an impotent heap.

  The pleasure still coursed through me but I was paralyzed, unable to even pump my fist. All I could do was stare at the plug, moving ever so slightly up and down as Heather clenched and unclenched her pussy for my pleasure.

  It was only when the hypnotic motion stopped that I looked up and into her eyes again. “What is that?” I said, point a shaking finger at the implement impaled inside her rear.

  She bit her lip.

  “Did you…was it in all night? And all day?”

  She bit her lip again and shook her head.

  “Then what?” I said, nearly roaring with impatience.

  “He put it in this morning. Before I left. Said it would help remind me of him.”

  A cold jealousy flooded through me. “Remind you of him?” I whispered.

  “Yeah.” She smiled. “It worked,” she said, one eyebrow raised.

  At first I tried to quash my rage. After all, I’d spent the day fantasizing about Heather being defiled in the jungle. But this…this proved too much. This wasn’t what we’d talked about. We were supposed to be doing this together. Knowing that Heather had let Kwabena stuff her ass full of a plug while I slept was…I felt totally betrayed.

  “Jay? What’s wrong?” she asked.

  I didn’t want to blow up at her. Not now. I needed time to think. Stuffing my cock into my pants, I grabbed my wallet from where it lay on the night table. “Why don’t I go get us something to eat?” I said.

  Heather shuffled out of the way of the door. She seemed puzzled. “Oh. Okay. But…are you mad? Is something wrong?”

  I clenched my jaw and managed to keep my anger under control. “No. Everything’s fine. Just…need some air.”

  Outside the sun had set and the cooler night air was settling onto the city as the light grew dim. With my blood boiling I stormed in the direction of the coffee shop where I knew Kwabena would be waiting.

  Chapter Thirteen

  By the time I arrived at the narrow door to the shop I’d had enough time to calm myself. Though I couldn’t stop thinking about Kwabena fondling Heather while I slept, stuffing the plug into her ass and claiming her as his, I’d managed to quell the bloodlust it had inspired to an angry storm.

  I entered to find Kwabena sitting at the same table where we’d last spoken. A candle flickered in front of him, causing dark shadows to dance across his face.

  Behind the bar the girl, the same girl who’d served us, raised her eyes to look at me. She watched me cross the room, her curiosity at seeing a foreigner getting in the way of her manners again.

  Kwabena smiled as I approached and welcomed me to the table with a wave. He looked at the girl, pointed at the glass of clear liquid in front of him, then raised two fingers.

  The girl set to work behind the bar, crafting another round of drinks.

  “How is your wife?” he asked as I sat down.

  This caused my mood to sour and my temper to flare. I tamped it down. It wouldn’t do any good to cause a scene. Right now the most I could hope for would be to get myself and Heather away from him as quickly as I could. “What happened this morning?”

  The smile faded from his lips, replaced with a seem
ingly innocent stare. “This morning? I told you. I gave Miss Heather a ride to the school.”

  “Before that,” I snapped. “While I was sleeping.”

  Kwabena was either a terrific actor or the realization of what I was talking about genuinely dawned on him then. He cracked another smile and took a sip of his drink. “You mean my little stretcher in her bottom?”

  “Yes. That’s what I mean.”

  He scowled at me. “Have I offended you, Jay?”

  The question proved disarming. I hadn’t fully formed my own answer to it yet and had trouble coming up with a quick reply. “I just…I was under the impression that this would be something, you know, something we are all involved in together.”

  Kwabena looked at me with a puzzled stare. Then he mouthed an “ah” and nodded. “I see.”

  The waitress came with our drinks and made a production of taking them off her tray and setting them on our table. Something about her struck me as unusual, as if I’d seen her features somewhere before. Glancing at Kwabena, then back at her I nearly asked the question out loud.

  I just managed to stop myself before sounding like a complete racist.

  You two look the same.

  Either it was the dim light or my clouded judgment, I wasn’t sure but they really did look similar now that I’d gotten a better look.

  The girl flashed me a shy smile before turning and walking away.

  “You are upset that I set the plug back into your wife’s bottom. Is that it?” Kwabena asked, raising his glass in a toast.

  I did the same, though I wished I hadn’t after what he’d said. Still, I didn’t want to be rude. The liquid burned down my throat and tongue as I took a sip. I nearly spit it out but managed to keep it down.

  “You like it?” Kwabena asked, glancing at the glass.

  “Fine. Yes,” I muttered.

  “Please. Jason. Don’t be upset. I didn’t mean to offend you. She woke early. She’s quiet dedicated to her work you know?”

  “She’s my wife. Of course I know that.”