by Jason Lenov
The Jungle Wife
A Hotwife Fantasy
by
Jason Lenov
Copyright 2018 Jason Lenov
Thirteenth Line Publications
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
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Chapter One
I had serviced myself on the morning of our wedding. The hope was that it would sufficiently dull my overly sensitive member so that I'd last a little longer that night. The last thing I expected was that Heather would jump me between the ceremony and dinner.
“What are you doing?” I asked, stumbling back as she tried to worm her hand down my pants.
Her normally sweet smile had turned into a wicked grin. “We’re not married yet you know?” She backed me into a corner and began tugging at my belt.
I was aghast. Not that I minded. It was just unusual. Heather wasn’t normally this sexual. “What do you mean?”
She managed to tug my belt open and my pants fell to the ground. “It’s not official until we consummate,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me.
My jaw dropped. Not only was Heather never this sexual, she’d never done that to me in the two years we’d known each other. My cock swelled as she opened her mouth and slid it along her tongue. “Oh my God,” I whispered.
Heather’s eyes were still smiling as she began to suck me off with filthy slurps.
“Heather? What the hell?” I whispered, unable to believe this sudden transformation. The seed had already started churning in my nuts.
Heather gave a few more bobs on my cock before standing up and pressing her lips against mine.
I nearly gagged at the dank stench of my own dick in her mouth.
Her tongue lashed hungrily against mine. The sharp smell of her excitement wafted up between us as she lifted her white dress and peeled her underwear to one side. “You’re my husband now. I have to make sure you’re happy,” she whispered, pressing her cheek against mine. She lifted one leg and rested her foot on the chair next to us.
My eyes fell to the pink gash she had exposed.
“Come on, baby. Gotta be quick. They’re waiting for us downstairs.”
That was not going to be a problem. Taking myself in hand I stepped forward and sank my hard cock into her hot flesh.
She let out a soft grunt as I sank into her, her pussy clamping at the root of my cock.
I started sawing into her, gently to try and make it last.
Heather grabbed my ass with one hand and pressed a finger of the other against her clit. “Come on baby. A little harder,” she said, her voice an urgent whisper. Her finger dipping between us to start spinning circles around her clit.
I started spearing my cock into her with rough jabs. As soon as I did the tickle at the base of my shaft grew and I knew it wasn’t going to be long. “Fuck, Heath…I’m almost…”
Heather mewled, staring down at the lewd sight of my flesh disappearing into her. “Just a little longer, baby,” she pleaded. “Just a little harder.” She was flicking her clit as fast as she could, trying to reach her climax before I went flaccid.
Seeing her in her white dress with her legs split apart as she took me inside was so hot.
“Almost there,” she whispered. “Almost…”
My cock hardened. A hot gush of semen rushed through the shaft. I grunted as it splashed out of the head, slathering Heather’s insides.
She sucked in a sharp breath. Her pussy clenched around me. She closed her eyes and shuddered.
My orgasm heated up knowing that I’d made her come.
We shook through the climax together. When it was over I was going to pull out but Heather put her hands on my ass and kept me inside.
“What are you doing?” I asked, a little shy at how lewd she was being.
Heather couldn’t stop staring at my cock buried inside her. “It’s so funny, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“Sex. Fucking. The fact that you go inside me and…do that.” She looked up into my eyes.
In that moment I knew she’d changed. Maybe it was getting married that did it, who knows? Something about her had changed. She was more…animal. Hungry.
I stared into her eyes, trying to read exactly what it was.
She took a step back. My cock fell out of her and a dribble of my seed ran down the inside of her thigh. Instead of grabbing a towel and wiping herself off, something the old Heather would have done, she watched the white liquid run down until it began to dry. Then she put her panties back in place and let her dress fall over her legs.
My eyes widened. “Do you want me to grab you a towel?” I asked.
Heather smiled and shook her head. “No. I want a part of you inside me while we eat. It’ll be our secret,” she whispered, pressing the tip of her finger against my nose.
I shuddered at how filthy an idea it was.
“Come on. We should get downstairs,” Heather said. She turned and walked towards the door.
For a moment I was too stunned to move. This was not the woman I had known. This was a different person entirely. Not the bookish doctoral candidate I’d agreed to marry.
Something primal, feral almost had been unleashed from within her.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about it but as we rode the elevator down to the restaurant my cock was already rising to life again.
Chapter Two
“It was a lovely ceremony. The perfect size. What a shame that your parents couldn’t make it.” Emily took a bite of cake, followed by a sip of her coffee.
In fact neither of our parents had been told. The wedding, the one that had been planned for a year, was still scheduled for when we got back from Africa. But Heather had decided a few days before that if we were really going to start trying to get pregnant she wanted to be husband and wife.
Not that she was terribly traditional. It was one of those funny things that came up with her. There were certain things she liked to be just right. This turned out to be one of them.
So, we invited Emily and James to be witnesses and went down to City Hall to say our vows.
“When do you leave again?” Emily asked.
“Day after tomorrow,” Heather replied.
“So, are you going to be, like, a doctor after this?” Emily asked.
Heather laughed. “Yeah. Something like that. It’s the last bit of field work I need for my dissertation,” she explained.
“Remind me again what it’s about?” Emily asked.
Heather rolled her eyes. She got a little tired of trying t
o explain. “I’m studying sub-classifications of Ubangian languages. Whether they’re distinct from Niger-Congo.”
“Oh,” Emily said, nodding and smiling politely.
“Feel like a smoke?” James asked, tapping my arm.
“Uh, I quit a while back. But I’ll come out with you if you want.”
“Yeah, sure. Come out. It’ll give these two time for some girl talk.”
As James stood up and Emily took another sip of coffee I glanced at Heather.
She flashed me a quick smile and a wink, as if to remind me that my emission was still dripping out of her.
I had to cover my groin with a hand to keep everyone from seeing my hard on.
A few steps outside the restaurant and James lit up. He took a big pull, then blew out a cloud of smoke.
“You really should quit,” I said.
James held his cigarette up and stared at it. “Yeah. I know. Emily’s been on me about it for a while. Tough habit to break.”
“Tell me about it,” I said, nodding.
“So Jay,” James said, then took another drag.
“Hm?” I asked.
“I think it’s a really good thing you guys got married before going. I wanted to tell you that.” He put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a shake.
“Really?” I asked. “Why?”
James shrugged. “You were right to lock that down,” he said, nodding towards the restaurant. “Heather is smoking hot and she’s gonna’ get a lot of attention down there.”
I tilted my head to one side. “What do you mean?”
“Are you kidding? Dude, there’s going to be a lot heads turning as she walks by. Pretty little white girl like that in the heart of Africa? I’m just saying, good job locking it down.”
I can say in all honesty that I’d never contemplated anything close to what James was saying. But hearing him say it caused a very strange, very new feeling to crawl down below my stomach and swell into something of an ache. “Uh, I guess I’d never thought of that,” I confessed.
“Wow, man. Really?” James laughed and took another drag of his cigarette before mashing it against the wall and throwing the butt into the garbage. “You can be pretty naive sometimes, dude. If it were me there would be no way I’d let Emily go on a trip like that. Doctorate or not. Anyways, good for you for being the bigger man. Come on. Let’s go back inside.”
I contemplated what he’d just said as I followed James into the restaurant. The idea that I was somehow making a mistake cast a shadow over the rest of dessert. I couldn’t help glancing at Heather every minute or so, trying to decipher the confusing new emotions that were coursing through me. Something felt…off.
It wasn’t until we were back in the room and Heather was in the shower that I began to piece things together and figured out what was bothering me. It wasn’t just what James had said. It was that, coupled with the change in Heather’s personality. The awakening of something new, something primal.
I began to wonder if I should really be worried. James was certainly right. Heather would definitely stand out with her blonde hair and blue eyes and cute as a button nose and sing-song laugh.
A shudder raced through me at the possibilities that began to form in my mind. Heather wasn’t a huge sucker for attention. But what would happen to a woman when every man she came across gave her so much more than she’d ever received?
“Are you okay?” Heather asked, emerging from the bathroom and drying her hair with a towel. “You look white as a ghost!”
“I…” I stared at her as she crossed the room. She looked more gorgeous now than she ever had. A warmth grew inside me at the thought that we were now married, man and wife. I decided that the best way to start this new life was to just be honest. “James said something that made me think.”
Heather laughed as she sat down on the bed next to me. “Now I get it. That’s enough to scare anyone!” she teased.
I smiled and and turned to look into her blue eyes. “No. Really.”
Heather tilted her head and gave me a funny look. “What is it, Jay?” she asked. She put a hand on my arm and squeezed it gently.
“He said it was good that we got married. Good that I locked you down before we took this trip.”
Heather guffawed. “What? What’s that supposed to mean?”
I sighed. It wasn’t easy saying it out loud. “He said you’d be turning a lot of heads down there. I think he’s probably right.”
Heather shook her head. “What? What are you talking about? Jay I’m going down there to work.”
“Yeah I know. But he’s right. You’re beautiful and blonde. I’m sure every guy you come across is going to be sizing you up.”
Heather’s mouth fell open. “Jason you’re being ridiculous!”
“I’m not,” I countered. “I’m just glad I’m going with you. I can be your body guard. A buffer between you and all those black men who’ll want to take advantage of you.”
Heather’s exasperation with me pressing the issue suddenly transformed. “So that’s what this is all about, huh?”
“What?” I asked.
“Is that your little fantasy? You the knight in shinning armour keeping your damsel in distress safe?”
“Something like that, yeah,” I agreed.
Heather’s eyes narrowed. “Or maybe it’s something a little more twisted?” she asked quietly.
“What?”
One corner of her mouth twisted into a grin. She started to walk two fingers up my arm, eyeing me with a flirty stare. “Maybe it’s something a little more sinister? A little darker? Huh?”
Her breathy voice sent a very pleasant shudder racing down my spine.
“Maybe you wouldn’t mind watching all those hulking black men trying to seduce your little blonde wife? Is that it?”
A very uncomfortable sensation formed in my gut at the question. “Stop that,” I muttered. I looked away, unable to bring myself to look Heather in the eye.
“Oh my,” she whispered in a voice that made me look at her again. Her expression was one of mild shock and simultaneous delight.
“What now?”
“I think I’ve hit a nerve, haven’t I?” Heather asked. She walked her fingers up further and brushed them against my cheek.
My cock had become uncomfortably hard and I was at a real loss as to why. I didn’t want to draw attention to it by shifting but I knew Heather would see it if I didn’t. Moving my arm to try and cover it up did exactly what I hoped it wouldn’t. It drew Heather’s attention to my lap.
“Jason?”
“What?” I muttered. My heart had started beating quite rapidly by this point. As I glanced at Heather out of the corner of my eye I saw it again. The change in her expression, something about her eyes, a searching that hadn’t been there before.
“What’s this?” she asked, brushing her fingers gently against the tip of my cock.
“It’s…nothing. I…I’m horny. I’m a man with a beautiful woman next to me on the bed. What can I say?”
Heather stared into my eyes, her gaze boring into the depths of my soul. “That wouldn’t have anything to do with what we were talking about would it?”
I swallowed but couldn’t bring myself to reply. I didn’t want to lie to her on our wedding night. But how could I admit to my wife that it was that very thing that was turning me on? And I wasn’t even sure why?
Heather’s expression softened. She put a hand on my cheek and turned my head so I was looking right at her. “Baby,” she whispered, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me just then. I didn’t mean to make you feel…I was just playing around.”
“No, no,” I stammered, “I know that.”
“Is this…is this really something you’re worried about?”
The change in her demeanour was so sudden that it caught me off guard. From lewd temptress to caring wife. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. And the funny thing now was that my worry had really transformed into something el
se. Something closer to what she’d been talking about. “It’s just you’re so pretty,” I said, hoping she might pick up where she’d left off. “I know men look at you here all the time. But…”
Heather waited for a moment, as if trying to gauge which direction she should go. “But those aren’t big black men, are they? With their big black cocks that would split my little pink pussy nearly apart?”
“Jesus, Heather,” I whispered, unable to believe the words had come from her mouth. I sat up perfectly straight as she pressed her hand against my cock.
“So that is what’s caused this,” Heather whispered, her breath warm and damp on my neck. She stroked my cock through my pants a few times.
“I…I don’t know why I…”
“Shush, Jason,” she said. “There doesn’t need to be an explanation for everything. Sometimes things just are the way they are. And that can be that.” She undid my zipper so slowly that I heard each of the teeth clicking open. Peeling back my boxers she loosed my cock and it sprang out, a straining purple muscle aching with need.
I shuddered again as she caressed it with her slender fingers, the nails painted red to match her lipstick. “It feels different doesn’t it? Now that we’re married? Don’t you think it feels different?” she asked.
I wasn’t sure what felt different, exactly, but something definitely did. A bond had been created between us and it went far beyond just the vows we’d spoken and the papers we’d signed. We were man and wife now.
And while we’d been committed to each other before it wasn’t the same. Maybe that’s what made what Heather was saying so much more titillating? There was something sacred that could be sullied, something pure to be defiled.
“Maybe that’s why what James said bothered you?” Heather asked quietly, reading my mind. “Is it? Is it that I’m your wife now and not just your girlfriend? Do you feel more protective of me?”
She was on to something there.
“But wouldn’t it be so naughty if I did something like that? If I spread my legs for a big black man?” She’d formed a fist with her hand around my cock and her caresses had turned to steady pumps.
“Oh Heather,” I groaned. A dribble of pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock onto her hand. I was just on the edge of an orgasm.
