TITLE    : Jungle Fever
STORYID  : jungle-fever-5
SUMMARY  : Two women and three men go on Safari.
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2018-07-18
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating wife|slut wife|interracial sex|loving wife|


<i>Once again, I would like to thank Flavian for his editing expertise and logic.



There is not a lot of sex in this story.</i>



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Jungle Fever---Two women and three men go on Safari. 



They don't call them the big five for nothing.



The big wide-bodied jet lifted smoothly off the ground at Dulles airport and I thought, yet again, how amazing it was that airplanes could actually fly. 



And this one was in for a pretty long journey. Sixteen hours. The first eight would take us to Dakar, Senegal, where we would stop briefly to refuel. The next eight hours would take us to Johannesburg, South Africa. After an overnight rest, we would have a short one hour hop to the town of Nelspriut and Kruger National Park, where we would spend two weeks lounging around, eating, and going on safari. Hopefully, the safaris would allow us to see and photograph Africa's 'Big Five': leopard, rhinoceros, elephant, water buffalo, and lion.



The 'we' I mentioned are my wife, Jessica (Jess); her best friend, Julie; my best friend since we were five (and best man at my wedding seven years ago), Sam; his brother, Keith; and me. I'm Eric. The five of us knew each other, but Sam and Keith knew Julie only through Jess and me, and were not really friends...just acquaintances. Sam's wife, Marissa, had planned to be with us, but she developed a case of the flu and thought it best if she stayed home. She didn't make the decision to stay home easily. We had been planning this trip for almost a year; as a matter of fact, it started as her idea. But, two days earlier, she was so sick with the flu that she couldn't get out of bed; so, she made the decision to stay home; but she left open the possibility of joining us in a few days if she were to begin feeling better.



Since the five of us live scattered around the country, most of the trip planning had been by telephone, email, and texting. It started as just Marissa and Sam; but, somehow, Jess and I were added; then, Keith; and finally, Julie. Jess thought it would be fun to play matchmaker between Julie and Keith...but she didn't mention her little scheme to anyone but me. I tried to dissuade her; but, well, you know how it goes sometimes when women get a romantic fixation.



The plan was for all of us to meet at Dulles. That would be the first time we would be together as a group. And so it was. Jess and I were coming from Colorado, and were the last to arrive. The other three had already joined up and they met us at the gate when we landed. After hugs all around, we adjourned to the United Club to have a drink and cool our heels for three hours before time to board our flight.



The long flight was uneventful. In Dakar, we refueled, but were not allowed to deplane. They made an announcement that we should all remain seated while the cleaning crew came through; but, when I looked back into the coach area, virtually every passenger back there was standing, trying to stretch after being cramped for over eight hours. The cleaning crew members struggled to make their way through the plane.



We spent the night In Johannesburg. The next morning, we had a very short flight to Nelspruit, which is right outside Kruger National Park. We were picked up at the small airport and taken to the safari lodge. It had a central administration building with a big lobby for socializing and meals when it was raining; otherwise, meals were taken outside in an enclosed area called a Boma.



Our living facilities were advertised as 'luxury tents'. They were pretty cool, and you had to look closely to tell they were tents. They were interesting in that, if you wanted to take a bath, the tub was inside; but, if you preferred a shower, you had to go outside. The outside showers were enclosed on three sides, thereby having one exposed side.



If we wanted to walk from our tent to the lodge or the Boma, we had to call the office and someone would come escort us there and back to our tent. I never understood that. We couldn't walk to the lodge, but we could stand naked outside taking a shower. Hmmmm?



Anyway, we were shown to our tents; Jess and me in one; Julie in one; and Sam and Keith in the third. Keith had always planned on bunking with his brother, Sam, and Sam's wife, Marissa. The tents looked out over a lake where half a dozen hippos were trying to stay cool. We unpacked and sat on our decks to sip wine and watch the pachyderms.



Dinner was served in the Boma. All of the lodge guests met there and ate. There were guests from several countries; America, Australia, Italy, France, and Great Britain. A young German couple sat at our table. They told us that they had been at the lodge for two days and still had not seen any rhinos or lions. Our dinner was Kudu steaks. The German couple chowed down...we were not quite as enthusiastic about eating as they were.



Right after dinner, the five in our group, along with the German couple, loaded into an open Land Rover for our first safari drive; or, as some called them, 'game drives'. Whatever you chose to call it, it was exciting.



The Rover sat eight people, including the driver. There were three rows with two seats each; plus the driver's seat and one next to the driver. The Rovers were right-hand drive and, on the left front fender, there was a small additional seat, which was used by our tracker. The tracker's main job was to sit there with a stick and clear away any spiders or spider webs we happened to drive through to keep them from wrapping themselves around our faces as we drove along. He also helped the driver/ranger with our drinks and snacks during our rest breaks. He was also there to assist the ranger in the event we found ourselves stuck in mud. We were only permitted out of the Rover during break periods. Even though, when we got stuck, it would have been much easier to jack the Rover up to pile brush, wood, etc. underneath us if we were not in it, we were required to stay seated.



It seems that the animals looked upon vehicles with humans in them as a single entity and were not threatened by them. However, if a human were caught outside the vehicle, he or she was fair game to any animal who was either hungry or simply felt threatened.



I was sitting next to Jess in the back. Sam and Julie were in front of us, Werner and Heide (The German couple) were in front of them, and Keith was beside our driver/ranger, a tall and somewhat intimidating black South African local named Janco. We drove around for over an hour, crashing through the brush and ignoring roads. The first animal we saw was the impala. A small herd of them. A little farther along, another herd of impala, and on and on. They were all over the place. Janco started referring to them as 'the elusive impala'...as a joke. At one point we stopped for snacks and drinks. As I said earlier, break time was the only time we were allowed out of the Rover.



After the break, I again sat in the back. This time, Julie sat with me. Werner and Heidi sat in front of us. Jess joined Keith in front of them, and Sam was in front with the ranger, Janco. Within 15 minutes of starting, Janco was called on his radio and we sped through the brush to see two other open-air Range Rovers sitting under a tree. All of the open air vehicles from all of the Lodges kept in contact by radio so all of the Rangers knew where they could find animals. As we approached, we could see a leopard resting in the tree. We got closer and sat within 20 feet of her/him. It was eerily quiet as we watched for several minutes. All of a sudden, the leopard heard something and, unbelievably quickly, jumped up and was looking in our direction. Jess and Julie squealed. As Julie squealed, she threw her arms around my neck. I was turned to the right when she did that and her breasts crushed against my chest and her head went on my shoulder. I instinctively threw my arms around her. We held that pose for a couple of seconds before we separated and looked at each other. I looked up, and noted that Jess and Keith were in the same pose. After several seconds, Werner and Heidi started laughing at the rest of us.



"You will get...uh...how do you speak it...ah... accustomed to that," Werner said struggling to find the right words in English.



There is a joke I've heard all around the world as I've traveled. 'Question: What do you call someone who speaks more than two languages? Answer: Multi-lingual. Question: What do you call someone who speaks two languages? Answer: Bi-lingual. Question: What do you call someone who only speaks one language? Answer: American.'



Americans are spoiled. When we travel, we always assume that, everywhere we go, everyone will speak English; so, we rarely bother to learn another language. That's one of the reasons we are sometimes called 'Ugly Americans'. It is not unusual for Europeans to speak several.



"See?" blurted, Heidi as she pointed at the tree.



As we jerked our heads to look at the tree, the leopard was climbing down head first. About six feet off the ground, he/she jumped and landed softly on the ground and slowly walked to within three feet of Julie's side of the Range Rover. She squealed and clutched at me again. I looked at Jess and saw that she had done the same with Keith. When we got back to the lodge, Werner and Heidi came up to me.



"The lady which was sit before us. She is your frau...er... wife. Yes?"



"Yes."



"And the lady which was sit with you is her friend?"



"She is."



The two of them looked at each other and smiled.



"I think we are going to have fun with you Americans," he said as they walked hand-in-hand toward their hut.



Julie and I looked at each other and shrugged. Later, the five of us were sitting on the deck of Sam and Keith's luxury tent sipping on our third bottle of wine and talking about our first safari.



"Can you believe how close we were to that leopard?" asked Julie.



"Not nearly as close as you were to Eric," laughed Jess.



"Uh...sorry about that. The leopard scared the shit out of me."



"You should talk, Jess. If you had gotten any closer to Keith, your nipples would have been poking out of his back," Sam said and we all laughed as friends will do.



Later that evening, I ventured outside for a shower. It was like showering at the beach; except, at the beach, you could be pretty sure that some wild animal wasn't sizing you up as its next meal. Jess chose the bathtub inside the tent.



Later, in our mosquito-net-covered bed, I asked Jess. "Did you have fun today?"



"Oh, my goodness, yes. Did you?"



"Of course."



"The leopard really did frighten me."



"Honestly; me too. If Julie hadn't grabbed me, I would have grabbed her."



She looked at me and laughed. "My big, strong hero!" and she reached for my dick. "Would you like to put this thing somewhere safe so that it won't be frightened?"



"My, what a good idea."



It was a very good night.



The next several days were fantastic. Up early for breakfast and our morning safari. Some mornings, it was safari first, then back for breakfast. Then lunch and an afternoon of relaxation before dinner and the evening safari.



We had seen four of the big five animals, with the rhinos still yet to be seen. And Jess and I had more sex than we had ever had in that time span. She likes all positions, but missionary is far and away her favorite. But, we tried them all; or as many as we knew. Africa was really good for our sex life; the wildness of it all just seemed to stimulate both of us sexually in some strange, captivating way.



During the afternoon break periods, some of the guests stayed in their tents, but some of us gathered in the lobby for drinks, cards, and general companionship. After the first day or so, our group's members just kinda drifted off to do our own thing. Even Jess. Sam and I were getting to know the Australians and we enjoyed their company. They were, without exception, friendly, carefree, and always ready for a joke or a drink...or both.



There was always a couple of the driver/rangers around telling about their close calls and adventures while in 'the bush'. A lot their stories, I'm sure, were either exaggerated or completely made up to impress the guests. Our ranger, Janco, and another black South African named Dawie seemed to be the most popular storytellers, entertaining us with their lilting accents, highlighted by a touch of Dutch, quite a bit of British, and a lot of what must be local tribal inflection to their words.



Werner and Heidi, for the most part, hung out with our group.



One afternoon, Sam and I were sitting with two Australians, just generally shooting the shit, and sipping wine, when Jess joined us.



"Janco and Dawie know where there are some lion cubs. They're going to take some of us out there. Is that all right?"



"Of course. Who all is going?"



"Julie, Keith, Werner, Heidi, and me."



I only had to consider this for about half a second before I said with a shrug and a smile, "Okay. Have fun." She kissed me goodbye and left.



Dinner had already begun when they returned. They must have enjoyed themselves because we could hear their laughter long before they entered the Boma. It was apparent when she sat next to me that Jess had been drinking during the afternoon sojourn and she had obviously worked up quite an appetite, because she tore into the springbok roast with a vengeance. By now, all of us had become somewhat accustomed to the jungle fare, but Jess and Keith especially seemed to enjoy it now.



That evening, Jess decided that both of us should shower. Until now, she had refused to shower outside the tent and had only taken baths. We undressed inside, walked out, and turned the water on. Within 30 seconds of arriving outside, she was suddenly on her knees with my dick in her mouth and I was completely taken by surprise.



It wasn't that Jess never gave me blowjobs...but it didn't happen often! I was even more surprised when her hands went to my hips, held them, and started slamming her face repeatedly onto my dick. I had never face fucked her before. Now, I was doing it, and it was her idea. I reached down and held her head gently and approvingly, but she did all the work. I just stood there and enjoyed it. It didn't take long and I was cumming, and again, she surprised me. She is normally a spitter...but, not this time. Down her throat it went!



She stood and smiled at me, took the soap, and started soaping me up. I started to say something, but she put her finger to my mouth and said, "Shhh."



We soaped each other, rinsed off, and then dried each other before going inside, dropping our towels to the floor, and getting into bed. I was ready for more, but she kissed me, then rolled over with her back to me. Neither of us spoke. She was asleep almost immediately, but I lay there trying to figure out what I had done to deserve the blowjob; because, whatever it was, I planned to do it again.



As I've already mentioned, the Range Rover we used seated eight people, including the driver. The five in our group, plus Werner and Heidi, took turns in all of the seats. Generally speaking, the first two of us to arrive at the Rover went to the back row, then the middle row, the front row, and the last person sat beside Janco, our ranger. Today, Jess dawdled and we were last. She jumped in the front seat, so I had to crawl over her to get into the first observer row behind her with Werner.



After our mid-morning break for drinks and snacks, Jess was the first one to the Rover and, again, took the seat beside Janco.



Not that it was any big deal, but that simply was not the way things were done. Sam and I looked at each other, shrugged, and climbed over her to take our places in the rows behind. The others followed. Jess just sat there. Soon, we were all loaded and on our way back to the lodge.



That afternoon's break back at the compound was a repeat of the day before. Sam and I were with the Aussies when the others in our group told us that they were going with Janco and Dawie to see a waterfall. I noted as the Rover pulled out that Jess hadn't asked me about it or even said anything to me this time; she just went. And, like the day before, we heard their laughter long before they returned in the early afternoon to the Boma.



This time, when Jess sat beside me, her hair was wet. I asked her why and she said she would tell me later. I looked around the group and saw that both Julie and Heidi had wet hair as well.



For our evening safari, Jess and I were there first, so we took the back row. The last ones to arrive were Keith, Julie, and Dawie. Apparently, Janco was off this evening. Julie sat up front beside Dawie.



Later in our tent, and after our outdoor shower, with lots and touching and rubbing without the blowjob, Jess rubbed her sizable tits against my chest and said, "This trip has been amazing, Eric.



"There's something about this place; the wildness and savagery of it all. It's as if my excitement level is always high and I have no control. And, for some reason, I feel horny all the time. The whole atmosphere turns me on and I constantly feel the urge to have sex. In fact, I want you to fuck me. Right now." I know when she says 'fuck me', that she wants it hard and fast. When she says 'love me', she wants it slow and sensual. Hearing her description of her feelings about the place, reinforced by her continued rubbing of her tits against me, you can readily believe that I was ready to fuck.



I grabbed her, pulled her naked body to mine, and kissed her. I love kissing her. When our lips touch, the tingling feeling starts and works its way down my arms, chest, mid-section, groin, legs, and toes, where it does a U-turn and comes back up. And, by the time it reaches my lips, my dick is hard and my tongue is massaging her tonsils. God, that woman can kiss. And fuck!



When she's like this, there is no foreplay. She gets on her back and spreads her legs. I climb on top. She takes my dick and aligns it to her slit. I lunge. And we fuck. She grunts and groans until just before she cums; then, she gets really vocal. She begs for dick and screams for me to fuck her. Then she pleads for me to fuck her with more dick. Harder dick. Faster dick. Squeeze my tits. Hard. Harder. Fuck me hard. Harder.



As always, I accommodate her by doing everything she asks, begs, or pleads for me to do. Except for one thing. I can't give her more dick. I've decided that, by more dick, she doesn't mean 'more dick'; she means harder and faster, so that's what I do. That seems to make her happy...it certainly puts a smile on my face.



In fact, I was so happy with her sexual responses that I forgot to ask her again why her hair had been wet when she had returned from her earlier safari today.



The next day, we were back on safari early and we caught a break. We found rhino this time, to fulfill our desire finally to get to see all of the 'big five', and it was awesome. That is the most impressive animal in Africa as far as I am concerned. We watched two of them for an hour and left only because we had to get back for lunch.



Jess spent the afternoon with Sam and me, and an Aussie couple. Keith and Julie were off someplace. When it came time to leave for our evening safari, Jess told me she was tired and begged off; as did Keith and Julie. An older American couple had arrived the evening before and asked if they could join us. We, of course, said okay. We sat in the Rover and waited for Janco, but another driver, unknown to us, showed up. We asked about Janco and were told that he wasn't feeling well.



We had been gone about 30 minutes when the older lady started getting sick. We stopped the Rover and she threw up over the side, so we headed back to the lodge. We dropped them off and I decided to stay as well and check on Jess. I violated rules this time and walked without an escort to our tent.



As I walked by the tent to get to the entrance, I heard voices from inside. It sounded as if Jess and Janco were in the tent. Talking; and it did not seem to me that Janco sounded the least bit ill now. I would have walked on in with a grin, but I was suddenly caught up short by what sounded like an intensity to their conversation; I could not say now why this had caused me to pause and remain quiet at that point, but it did. Then, I quietly walked around to the shower area where no one could see me, but where I would be close enough to the tent to hear them, and I listened.

<hr pg="2" />"I cannot wait much longer," came the voice of the black ranger, Janco.



"I don't know if I can," said Jess with a breathy intensity.



"Of course you can. You want it as much as I do."



Jess seemed to hold her breath for a second, before exclaiming softly, "I do! God knows, I do! But, it would kill Eric."



"Fuck Eric," sneered Janco.



"Don't say that," replied Jess, with more of a whine to her voice than a reproving tone.



"Why not?" demanded Janco, with obvious disdain.



Jess took another brief pause before she responded with, "Because I love him."



"Of course, you do," said Janco. Then, while I could not see, I could imagine his moving to within close proximity to Jess, maybe even touching her, as he said with a soft but confident tone, "But you want me; do you not? You want to feel my big, black cock filling your lovely body as you have never been filled before, and satisfy your sexual curiosity; do you not, Missy? I could see it in your eyes at the falls, when you first laid eyes on it."



"Oh, God, yes," Jess replied, almost in a desperate gasp.



"Then, what is stopping you?" asked Janco.



"It just isn't right; so you have to stop pressuring me," pleaded Jess.



"I do not need to pressure you," replied Janco calmly. "I only encourage you because you want me to. You enjoy knowing that I want you; I can tell. And you enjoy showing me a lot of your tits when you sit beside me in the Rover. Not wearing a bra and opening your buttons isn't fair if I cannot finally satisfy both of our desires."



Jess laughed, but it sounded strange, as if it were forced; or maybe as if she were excited, but still holding back. "I like to tease you. Besides, you saw them at the waterfall, along with the rest of me. You also saw Julie's and Heidi's tits; and our pussies as well. How many other women have you taken skinny dipping there?"



"Too many to count. You simply do not know how easy it is to seduce you foreigners; many white women who come here either allow themselves to be seduced easily, or else they actively seek out their chance for that once-in-a-lifetime exotic Big-Black-Cock Experience that they will treasure secretly in their hearts for the rest of their lives; and keep their clueless white husbands from ever discovering."



I could hear the loud intake of air in advance of Jess's retort to that comment. Evidently, Janco also anticipated an indignant response from her, as his tone changed to a milder modulation as he continued before she could speak.



"And I did enjoy seeing you and Julie and Heidi naked in the falls and in the pool at the bottom; you are all very beautiful. And you could no doubt tell of my admiration from how hard my cock grew at the sight of all that beautiful, naked white womanly flesh. But you saw four different cocks; did you not? Mine, Keith's, Werner's, and Dawie's. I bet you never saw four hard cocks all at once before; and all of them ready just to fuck you."



"No, I hadn't. I was like a kid in a candy store trying to decide which one I wanted. But, I was especially excited by the size of Dawie's massive black cock." I could hear Jess pause here, as she seemed to relive that moment in awe, before she continued more softly and huskily, "... and yours as well, of course. It looked to be as big as my forearm."



"Then, why did you not let me fuck you?" Janco sounded mildly annoyed now. "Julie and Heidi did. They fucked all four of us."



"I wasn't ready! I'm still not," Jess replied hotly, and it sounded as if she were stepping back and turning away from Janco, "so don't push me."



"Well, anyway," said Janco now with a bit of knowing humor to his tone, "you looked silly watching everybody else fucking and you standing there playing with yourself."



"I'm just another piece of ass to you; aren't I?" Jess said, still sounding a bit miffed. "Just another easy tourist fuck."



"That's right," Janco responded, and I could hear his boot step as he evidently moved closer to Jess. Then, he said with intensity, "And I WILL fuck you. You really cannot help yourself. You are like the rest of them. Africa hypnotizes you and you cannot control yourself. You just seem to be able to resist longer than most."



There was a long pause



"Did you enjoy watching me give Eric a blow job the other night?" Jess asked. My eyebrows shot up, and I almost growled and stepped in to break this up. I was so pissed now to know that what I had thought was a special moment for my wife and me had been a planned peep show for this ... this ... predator; and that my wife had been complicit in it for her own pleasure, without giving any thought for my feelings about it.



"What do you think? I jacked off watching you," Janco replied.



Jess paused for a moment, as if gather her courage for what she was about to say. "Well, if you want to watch again, be there tonight and I will give you another show."



Janco's voice gave evidence to the smile that must have been on his face. "Touch yourself when you blow him. I love to watch women touch themselves."



"Women in general; or just me?" asked Jess with a teasing lilt to her voice now.



"All women..." answered Janco with a snort.



"You're a bastard," said Jess, but her tone indicated that this was more of a tease than an insult.



"I am indeed...and, before you go home, I AM going to fuck you. And THEN, all the others are going to fuck you. You know it and I know it; so, why can't we start now?"



I was just about to charge in there and kick the shit out of both of them. But I managed to hold back my rage and wait for another few minutes so that I could give Jess at least this chance to come to her senses and stop this senseless escapade before it could go any farther.



"Fuck you. Get out." The sounds indicated that Jess might have been pushing Janco back. I breathed a quiet sigh, believing that my wife may be winning her battle with her conscience.



"Okay," said Janco matter-of-factly.



"No, wait. Stay. Please." Jess suddenly had a mildly desperate tone, as if she were warring again with her conscience. My tension meter began to creep toward the red line once again.



"On one condition," said Janco slowly.



"What?" asked Jess, now a bit warily.



"Show me your tits," the black ranger ordered. 



"I ... I can't," Jess answered. I may have wanted to fist pump quietly at her verbal refusal, but I could tell from the sound of her voice that she really wanted to comply.



"Goodbye, then," said Janco, and I heard his boot step again as if he were turning to leave.



"Wait." Pause. Janco and I both waited; him watching and me listening. 



"How's that?" asked Jess finally.



"They are beautiful," said Janco, obviously now admiring MY WIFE'S naked tits. I was stunned!



Then I heard his boots as he moved to her again.



"Oh, God, don't do that. Don't touch them," Jess gasped.



"I can't help myself," Janco replied. Then I heard what could only be described as a slurp.



"Oh, my God. Suck it. Suck it. Oh, no, fuck...stop. Stop. Please stop," my wife gasped as another man besides me, a complete stranger, and a black foreigner to boot, was evidently laving her tits with his tongue. My confidence in my wife, along with my love, were declining rapidly.



"Do you really want me to?" asked the ranger.



"No. No. I don't. But you have to. Please?" Jess begged, as she seemed to be regaining some control over her emotions at that moment.



"Okay. For now," replied Janco. "Today is Wednesday. I leave for Johannesburg Friday evening and I will be back Monday. I WILL fuck you on Friday morning while the others are on safari. That will be your last chance. If we don't fuck on Friday, I won't touch you. Do you understand?"



"But..." Jess sputtered



"No, buts. You want to fuck me and we both know it. It will be Friday, or not at all. Got it?"



"But, Janco," said Jess, almost in a whine.



"I said no buts. I will fuck you Friday. And, on Monday, we'll figure out a way to get rid of your husband so we can all party; all of the other men in your party, as well as Dawie. Then, maybe we can even party one more time before you leave Wednesday. And, tonight, in the shower, remember to touch yourself and look out at the jungle when you do. I'll be watching." And then I heard him leave.



I stood motionless as my breathing became steadier while my previously steadfast love for my wife slowly turned toward the direction of indifference.



I returned to the lodge. One of the rangers saw me coming and wanted to know where I had been.



"Listening to the end of a marriage."



I thought back. When she gave me the blowjob in the shower the other night, we had only been at the lodge for a few days.



This son of a bitch works fast!



I was stunned. I never would have expected Jess to cheat on me, but here she was.



In just a few short days, she had consented to put on a blowjob display for him. She, as well as the rest of the group, except Sam, had gone skinny dipping with him, being naked in his presence out in the wild. She had been, and was evidently still, going braless for him. She had showed him her tits tonight and had let him suck them.



She was right in what she had told me before. There WAS something about this place for her. She had always seemed so strong and in control before now; but this trip had shown her to be weak and controllable. I was never able just to tell her what to do; yet here, in this place, an almost total stranger now had her under his control.



I had to do something. If not to save my love for my wife, which I now could not absolutely trust to last; at least to preserve some token of my own sense of dignity. Maybe, with some effort, and maybe with counseling upon our return to civilization, Jess and I could get past this; we could recover that love that we had shared up to this point; and I could recover what I perceived possibly as my diminishing manhood. After all, I could not seem to hold on to my wife's loyalty in this place, faced with all the temptations that she seemed to be feeling when confronted by the big cock of a professional seducer!



The easiest thing would be for us to leave Africa and go home as soon as possible. That would get her out of this environment and its temptation; but, would it solve the problem? She had put on one sex show for this guy and was planning on another. And she had let him suck her tits. She had told him she wanted to fuck him, and it now looks as if she will, unless I stop it.



But, at this point, do I even care if I stop it? She, for all intents and purposes, had already violated her marriage vows. If she wanted to fuck this guy, what would stop her from wanting to fuck other guys later; especially to satisfy some perverted yearning for the elusive monster cock; and a black one, at that? If Jess DOES fuck Janco and likes it, will she find others when we get home? But, even if she fucks him and DOESN'T like it, she will STILL have broken the vows.



I sat in the lobby and tried to define my emotions. There was anger, but no rage. There was sadness, but no self-pity. Mostly, what I felt was disappointment. Disappointment in Jessica for being too weak to ignore Janco's very practiced advances. Obviously, he presented a strong, domineering persona, but I had been raised to believe that love conquers all.



And that's the tack I was going to have to take, but I would have to leave the choice to her, and hope that she made the right decision; otherwise, I would always have my doubts. I would find out if Jess's love for me would win out in the face of all this exotic temptation, even though, as I have already said, she had technically already cheated. I might be able to forgive what she had done so far...but she could go no farther.



I waited until the Rover came back from safari before going back to the tent. Jess was naked when I went in.



"Come on, Lover. Let's take a shower," she said, with one eyebrow raised suggestively.



"No, thank you," I said, as I puffed out a large breath as if I were tired.



"Come on. I'll make it worth your while," she begged.



"I don't feel like it," I responded a bit more firmly.



She looked frustrated.



"Are you sure? I'll suck you until you're nice and hard then let you cum in my mouth. You liked it last time; didn't you?" She was putting on the full court press. But I knew that this was all a front for her desire to put on a show for her would-be lover, Janco.



"Yes, but not tonight," I said, with a gentle smile, trying to disguise my anger with her.



"But..."



"I said, not tonight," and then I faked a big yawn.



She stood there, not knowing what to do or say. I had never turned down a blowjob before.



"Well, I need to shower," she said with a bit of irritation as she turned toward the doorway of the tent.



She went outside. I went to a flap in the tent that served as a window, lifted it, and looked out. Jess turned the water on and faced the jungle. I watched as she spread her legs and bent her knees. She stuck her middle finger in her mouth, sucked on it, and moved it down to her pussy, where she started to play with herself. I lowered the flap and, still fully clothed, lay on the bed. She came in later and lay beside me.



I don't know if she slept, but I didn't.



Morning came and I got out of bed. I looked outside and Sam was being escorted to breakfast. I joined him. We both took a croissant with some marmalade and a cup of coffee. We went to sit by ourselves.



Sam said with a smile, "Marissa will be here Saturday. She will be able to spend the last few days with us."



I just nodded. I was afraid to tell him what I knew about the others because, if he were involved, he would tell them that I knew; and, if he knew and still wanted Marissa to come, he would have to know the risk he was assuming. On the other hand, if he didn't know, did I have the responsibility of telling him so that he could possibly avoid my situation?



Then I remembered something Janco had said. 'We'll figure out a way to get rid of your husband so we can all party'. All? As in, everybody but me? Does that include Sam?



To quote the King of Siam, 'Tis a puzzlement'.



Sam got up to join the others. I just sat there. Suddenly, a thought came to mind. Why was I not included in their activities? Who had made the decision not to ask me if I wanted to be involved? This group had gone skinny dipping with my wife; they had fucked each other in front of her; and they were evidently all just waiting for her to decide when she was going to join them so they could fuck her as well.



Further thought on my part led me to the conclusion that they ... specifically, Janco, based on his history with such matters ... knew that Jess would participate. Then, after talking with her, she had convinced him that I would not; thus, I was excluded. That was the most logical scenario, so I adopted it as fact. To quote the song; 'That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.'



Our normal group headed for the Rover. I wanted to sit in the back so I could watch everybody and the interactions, but it didn't happen that way. They all rushed around me and, by the time I got there, the only seat available was the front seat, next to Janco...the last fucking place I wanted to sit. I thought at first that I would not go, but then, deduced that they would enjoy the day more if I weren't there, so I made up my mind to stay as close as I could just to screw them up. I think I was the only one who had fun that morning.



During lunch and the afternoon break, the only members of the group I saw were Sam and Jess. Everywhere Jess wanted to go, I wanted to go, too. So, she didn't go anywhere. Sam was just kinda hanging out around the lobby and maintenance shop.



After dinner, we all loaded up again; but the minute Janco released the clutch on the Rover, the drive shaft fell to the ground. That put an end to our evening safari. Everyone headed for the lobby and drinks. After an hour or so, I told them I was going to check on the progress of the Rover and headed for the shop...but I never made it. It was close enough so that I didn't need an escort. I circled around to the Boma and, right inside the gate, I could sit and hear everything that was being said in the lobby.



At first, it was normal conversation. But soon, Sam said he was headed for the shop with me, and he rose and walked out.



Keith spoke. "So, Jess. Have you decided?"



"Yes."



"And?"



"You guys have to make sure that Eric goes on safari in the morning. Dawie will drive our Rover so Janco and I can stay back and do our thing."



There were cheers all around. I began to get irritated all over, but I refrained from any action, or from making any sound that might alert them to my presence.



"It's about time," said Julie. "Heidi and I need help with these guys. Especially those two 'monster-pieces'." At this, there was another chuckle from the guys and giggles from the women.



"Gott in Himmel, yes," laughed Heidi. "Your share; you must fuck."



Everybody laughed.



"Okay, what about Saturday?" asked Julie.



Keith spoke. "Sam is going to pick up Marissa. If we can convince Eric to go with him, we would have about four hours to party. Jess, is there any way you could make that happen?"



"I'll try. Do you think there is any way Marissa and Sam will want to join us? Keith, you know them better than any of the rest of us do. What do you think?"



"We'll only have a few more days after she gets here. I don't think there's enough time, even if she were inclined. And you've seen Sam. He's like Eric. As long as they're married, there is no way either of them would play around. They're more like brothers than Sam and I are. If he knew what was going on here, Sam would tell Eric; I guarantee it. But who the hell knows what Marissa would do? I never thought you would cheat on Eric; but here you are; planning on fucking at least four men, if you include Dawie."



"Yeah, ain't that the shits? It's this fucking country. I don't know what it is, but it just makes me want to get naked and fuck. It has been hard to not do it so far; but, now that I've decided to do it, I can't wait."



"You don't have to wait," said Werner. "Keith and I are...how you say it...uh...available to fuck you now."



Jess laughed. "As tempting as that is, I promised the first piece to Janco. After all, he's the one responsible for getting us all together."



"Okay," piped up Keith, "But I'm after Janco."



"Can I ask question?" asked Heidi.



"Of course."



"Vot does 'Ain't dat da shits' mean?"



At that, everybody burst into laughter, Jess included.



That sealed it! This changed everything!



I sneaked away and headed for the maintenance shop to see if Sam was there. He was and I told him everything I knew. It took him a few minutes and a few questions to assure himself that I was not just pulling his leg.



"Holy shit!" After all, one of the conspirators was his own brother, Keith.



"Yep." I had had time to process the conversations that I had been overhearing, and my heart was beginning to develop a protective scab by now.



"What happens now?" asked Sam. I looked away for a second before I responded.



"Well, I was hoping that Jess would decide not to sleep with Janco; but, apparently, she is planning to. They want me on safari tomorrow; and you, too, I'm sure. They won't want us hanging around here and maybe seeing Janco and Jess together. I'm not going to make it easy for them; so there's no way in hell I'm going; but you have to go."



"Why?" he asked.



"You can make them stay out for the normal time. I don't want them coming in early," I said, and then added with an evil grin, "and, with Keith and now the others' knowing of your disapproval of it, you will definitely put a crimp in their orgiastic style, since they can't pull any of that shit with you there."



"If Jess isn't involved, why would we care what they do?"

<hr pg="3" />"We don't, really; but it would deprive them of a chance to party and that would make me happy." Yeah, I know. Pretty childish, but fuck 'em.



Sam reflected for a moment, and then he said with a nod and almost as evil a grin as mine, "Okay; if that's what you want."



"Do you still want Marissa to join us?" I asked



"Hell, no!" said Sam with emphasis and a scowl. "And I'm not staying, either. Keith can, if he wants; I can't stop that. But I'm going to send Marissa a text telling her not to come."



I smiled and began to tell him what I had been considering. "So, here's what we do. On Saturday, you and I will tell them we are going after Marissa; but, instead, we'll head for Johannesburg and fly home. How does that sound?"



"You would just leave Jess here?" he asked, mildly surprised.



"The lodge is paid up, she has an airplane ticket, she's with her friend, Julie, and we know they won't be lonely; so, hell, yes, I'll leave her here." I might have wanted to work on saving our marriage if it had just been her fending off the sexual advances of Janco; but, to be planning an all-out orgy with Keith, Werner, and the others ... well, this was not the woman with whom I wanted to waste my life anymore.



But, I still had to do something if only to salve my wounded pride. Jessica could stay here in South Africa and rot now, for all I cared.



And, as for that bastard, Janco ... well, I had other plans.



"Sounds like a plan," said Sam, bringing my thoughts back to the moment at hand.



Jess was unbelievably hot that night and I was unbelievably cold. She was pissed. Had she not already made up her mind to fuck Janco, my ignoring her would certainly have pushed her over the edge. Our minds were made up; she had her plan; and I had mine; and never the twain shall meet.



The next morning after breakfast, we all headed to the Rover, as usual. Jess had already begged off by telling me basically to fuck off after leaving her hanging the night before. Nobody asked about her. They all knew where she was and what she would be doing.



Keith and Werner even thought that they were successful in hiding their smirks from me; and I let them continue to believe it, as I interacted with them all as if nothing were amiss.



We got to the Rover and, sure enough, Dawie was there. All of us got in. I sat beside Dawie and, just as he started to pull out, I jumped out.



"I'm sorry, but I'd better stay with Jess." And I started to walk away.



Holy shit, you should have heard the chorus of protests from that group.



Get back here; she'll be okay; we need you with us; you can't do this; and on and on. I heard Sam urging Dawie to leave because they were missing out on the safari. Dawie didn't know which way was up. He knew what was going on and he knew that, if he left me, I would probably discover Jess and Janco; but Sam shouted and did everything but threaten him if he didn't leave right then.



Keith piped up and said that he wanted to stay back as well. Sam told him firmly to keep his ass in the Rover. Then he asked if there was a reason why they shouldn't be leaving. There were some protests, but Sam finally told Dawie that, if he didn't leave right now, he would make sure Dawie got fired. Dawie figured that no piece of ass was worth that; so, off they went. On safari. Sam was the only one smiling.



I headed back to our tent. Fuck the rules about an escort. Jess wasn't there, so I headed to the employees' compound. It wasn't difficult to find Janco's tent. His name was on a sign outside. I heard their voices, so I knew they were in there. I did not plan to stop them, but I needed to know, once and for all, that my marriage to Jess was really over. So, I simply planned to confirm her betrayal; and then I would plan my own future from that point forward.



I couldn't go in the tent without being seen and I couldn't stand around outside for very long without drawing attention to myself. I walked around to the back of the tent. The wooden fence that surrounded the employees' compound was there. Stacked between the tent and the fence were piles of spare or obsolete equipment covered with canvas. I made myself a place so I could sit and listen without being seen.



Janco's bed was apparently close to the rear wall of the tent where I was because their voices were crystal clear. What I heard at that point basically ended my marriage once and for all.



"Suck it. Come on. Suck it. That's good, Baby, real good. I can't believe you made me wait for this."



I knew she couldn't respond because her mouth was full of dick. But I did hear moans and groans and slurping sounds that went on for several minutes.



"That's enough. Get on the bed. It's fucking time."



"Oh, God, yes. Fuck me, Janco. Oh, that feels so good; my God, that cock is so big! Okay, now. Come on, Baby. Fuck me. Fuck me good." I could hear the bed begin to give off indications that the two of them were moving in that age-old motion of sexual congress.



Just then, someone yelled.



"Janco. Hey, Janco. Get your lazy ass up. One of the Rovers is stuck and they need you to get it out, Janco.



"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Man. I didn't know you were busy." Evidently, the man had just barged in on the two fuckers, because I heard the rustle of a lot of movement and a gasp of embarrassment and frustration from Jessica.



"Get the fuck out of here. Now!" commanded Janco, obviously frustrated and angry.



"Janco, you have to come," the man insisted. "The Rover is in trouble. Sorry, Lady, but he has to come with me. Nice tits, by the way. Come on, Janco, let's go. That pussy will be here when you get back."



I heard lots of cussing as Janco was getting dressed. Not a sound from Jess. I heard the two male voices fade as they made their way away from the tent. Only then did I hear sobbing from inside.



I made my way back to the lobby where I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat on the deck of the main building watching the hippos in the lake and contemplating my next move. I did not go anywhere near Jess and my tent, or the other common areas, so that I would not run into Jess. I stayed there on that deck the rest of the morning and was still there when all of the Rovers came in for lunch. The only way I knew that my group was back was when Sam sat beside me. I never saw any of the others.



"How did it go this morning?" he asked.



"They did it," I said simply. I just felt empty at that point.



"Christ, Eric. I'm sorry," said Sam, really meaning it.



"Yeah, me too. The only upside was, they didn't get to finish." And I told him the story. He looked at me and started to laugh, but caught himself.



"I changed our plane tickets back to the States and got tickets to Johannesburg. We leave Johannesburg at 6:35 tomorrow evening. Tomorrow morning, we have a car ostensibly to take us to pick up Marissa; but it will just take us to the airport and drop us off. I didn't want to use one of the lodge drivers; because, then, everybody would know we weren't coming back. He will pick us up right after breakfast. I'm only taking a small bag of personal stuff. I'm leaving everything else. I bought it specifically for this trip and I will never use it again anyway. Have you heard from Marissa?'



"Yeah. She won't be coming," he said with a determined frown.



"Good. Well, I have to go make some arrangements. See you," I said and patted him on the shoulder to let him know that I would be all right.



"Okay, Eric. Good luck," he said.



I stood to go to my tent just in time to see our group, which now included Jess, enter the Boma for lunch. I would have loved being a tse-tse fly on their lunch table. Nobody looked in my direction.



I went to the tent, again without benefit of escort. I sat on the deck of the tent and watched the hippos. They were joined by a small herd of 'elusive' impalas. I wondered if Jess would show up before the evening meal and safari. The group had to be curious about the morning. I wasn't on safari and, as far as everybody knew, I still had no idea about Jess and Janco, but they had to wonder where I had been and what I had been doing.



I had been sitting and thinking about the next 24 hours when I felt Jess's presence. She sat next to me.



"You didn't go on safari this morning," she said.



"Neither did you," I responded simply.



"Where were you?" she asked, obviously concerned.



"Where were YOU?" I asked. Silence.



"Are you going tonight?" she asked.



"Are you?" I responded, trying to hide the contempt in my voice. Silence.



"Do you want me to?" she asked, evidently holding out some hope that I was still clueless and figuring that she could salvage something from the mess that she had created.



"I couldn't care less what you do," I said resignedly.



It must have clicked with her at that point that I was, at a minimum, suspicious of her; and, possibly, that I knew something; and maybe everything. But, she dared not asked me to confirm her fears.



She got up and started to leave. "Keith says that Sam is going to pick up Marissa in the morning."



"That's what I hear," I said.



"Are you going with him?" she asked.



"Would it make your day one way or another?" I asked as I turned to look directly at her.



She broke off eye contact quickly, said nothing, and stepped inside. I sat there for a few more minutes. I got up and went into the back and out of front the tent on my way to the maintenance shop. Jess was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling or whatever the top of the inside of a tent is called as I passed her. We never spoke.



I went to the maintenance shop to see if Janco had returned yet. He had and was working on one of the Rovers.



"Hey, Janco. Got a minute?"



He looked up, saw me, and looked around to see who else was there.



"Sure, Eric. What's up?" If he was nervous, he certainly didn't show it. I guess he had dealt with cuckold husbands before.



"I have a favor to ask. Jess had so much fun seeing those lion cubs, I was wondering if you could take me out there this afternoon so I can get some pictures of them. Jess forgot to take any when she was there."



"I don't know, Eric. I have to work on this Rover and I'm leaving before dinner to go to Johannesburg."



"I'll make it worth your while. How does 2500 Rand (about $200) sound?" If I knew anything about guys like this, a piece of pussy was just a piece of pussy; but money like that doesn't come along every day. He didn't have to think long.



"Sounds good. We can leave right now, if you want."



"Let's go. I'll pay you when we get back."



"No worries."



We got in one of the jeeps and headed out. We went out the back gate so nobody saw us leave.



We had driven for about half an hour when I spoke. "Listen, I know it's against the rules, but could I drive? Driving through the bush and driving a right-hand drive vehicle looks like fun."



"I'm sorry, Eric. I could get in trouble for that."



"It's worth another 2500 Rand." He stopped that jeep so fast, I almost went through the windshield, and we changed seats.



Another fifteen minutes, and we came to the den where the cubs were. Three of them were playing and two lionesses were watching them. I steadily took pictures for about 10 minutes with one of the cheap disposable cameras it was suggested we bring. Finally, he said, "It's time to head back."



"Okay."



I started the jeep and let the clutch out a little too fast and it lurched.



"Aw, shit," I said.



"What?"



"My camera fell out."



"Stay where you are. I'll get it."



As soon as Janco stepped out of the jeep, I released the clutch and sped away. The last thing I saw in the rear view mirror was two lionesses bringing him down at a dead run and ripping him apart.



I took off in the direction we had come. I knew I could find my way back to the lodge because we had been over most of the roads in the area repeatedly. And, even those times we had gone 'cross country', we always came back to a road we had been on before.



I drove in through the back gate, parked the jeep, and walked toward my tent. I was almost there when one of the staff came up to me. "Sir, you can't be walking around alone. It's very dangerous."



"I understand. I promise never to do it again. It's a jungle out there."



Sam and I were sitting on my deck sipping wine when Jess came in from the evening safari. He and I had eaten dinner with the group, but had chosen not to go on safari.



She was happier than I had seen her in some time. I wondered how many dicks she'd had in her since dinner. 



It was very quiet in our tent that night. Neither of us spoke. I lay in bed listening to the sounds of the jungle. She sat in a chair with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. I have no idea when she came to bed. I slept the sleep of the just.



We never spoke in the morning either. Jess left for breakfast before me. I stayed back and packed my small bag. I broke my promise from the night before and walked without an escort to the administration building. I put my bag next to the front entry, then went to the Boma. I sat at the head of the table so I could see the faces of everyone. The conversation was forced all through the meal and the exchanged glances were fun to watch. Everybody was wondering what was going to happen next. If I went with Sam, they could have another one of their party/orgies without fear of being caught by Sam or me. There was mention of Dawie's driving today because Janco was in Johannesburg.



Jess could not bring herself to look at me, but she finally spoke to Sam.



"What time does Marissa get in?" she asked.



"In a couple of hours," Sam answered as he drank his coffee without looking at her. "I'm leaving right after breakfast to get her."



"By the way, Jess," I said, "I'm going with him. We will be back late because we would like to look around town before coming back."



I could see smiles breaking out on all their faces. All of a sudden, everyone had lots to chat about.



The group was still in the Boma when Sam and I left. I didn't bother to say goodbye to any of them. Jess included.



The big wide-bodied jet lifted smoothly off the ground at Johannesburg airport and I thought, yet again, how amazing it was that airplanes could actually fly.



THE END

