by Jason Lenov
Kwabena flashed a smile. “Of course. Well, she was very aroused. You know how women get in the morning?”
The question ruffled me but I resolved not to let it show. “Sure,” I replied.
“So Heather and I had another little tryst.”
This proved more difficult to ignore. “Tryst?” I whispered.
“Oh nothing you wouldn’t approve of. I fingered her for a little bit. I wouldn’t let her come until she let me decorate her ass with the jewel again.”
I didn’t know what to say. How could Heather do something like that? How could she let Kwabena…finger her while I slept?
“Tsk, tsk,” Kwabena clicked, shaking his head. “You’re not being a very good sport about this, Jason.”
“A good sport…” I began, incredulous.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t have some part in this coming about. Well? Did you?”
“Look, I very well may have but…”
“But when your wife wants a little fun and you’re still sleeping that’s not alright, is that it?”
I smirked. “Look, buddy. Heather and I have something special and I’m not about to let you ruin it,” I said, pressing a finger against the table.
Kwabena scowled again, puzzled. “Ruin it? Is that what you think I want?” He shook his head. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re a nice man. Why would I want to ruin your marriage?”
“Well then what the hell is going on here, exactly?” I said through clenched teeth.
Kwabena shook his head again. “Oh Jay you’ve got this all mixed up. I’m trying to help you, my friend.”
This made me pause. “What? What are you talking about?”
Kwabena took a deep breath, leaned forward on his arms and fixed me with his stare. “If you could make Miss Heather do anything you wanted, Jay, what would it be?”
“What?” I asked quietly.
“If you could coax her into fulfilling your filthiest fantasy, what would it be? Have you thought about that?”
Had I thought about it? I nearly laughed out loud at the question. I’d been thinking of nothing but that, it seemed, for the last few days.
“I can see from your expression that you have thought about it. Let me guess, is it something close to what I said before? Would you like to see Miss Heather, soon to be a professor, turned into a whore? A slut?”
The question made my heart pound inside my chest.
Kwabena eyed me with a probing and unflinching stare.
“I…it’s honestly not something I’ve given a lot of thought.”
I suppose the knowing smile that sprouted across his lips was evidence that he recognized my response for what it was. A lie. “Is that so?”
Unable to hold his stare I fixed my gaze on the drink in front of me. As intently as if it held the secrets to life itself. Corrupted already by the fantasy, I felt my anger wane about the incident with Heather that morning. My resolve to tell Kwabena to stay away from my wife weakened as well. “Heather would never go for something like that,” I said quietly.
“Perhaps you underestimate the tools I have at my disposal,” Kwabena hinted.
“What tools?”
“You don’t yet understand because you can not understand. One has to see it to believe it.”
“What?” I snapped.
“The power of the black shaft, Jason. The power of the black shaft.” He paused and took another sip of his fiery drink.
I sighed. Heather had certainly been quite eager to indulge in my fantasy of watching her with another. With other men? I very much doubted that. Changed as she might have been, she wasn’t some bimbo slut that would let herself be used by a gang of men.
“Imagine for a moment, if you will, Jason, that I might have something that Miss Heather wants.”
A snicker escaped me, one which caused my cheeks to flush with fresh shame. “Yeah. I think we both know what that is.”
Kwabena flashed half a smile before going on. “Not quite what you think, though that, too, would certainly be a compelling lure. No, I have something to offer that is far more seductive, far more intriguing to a woman of your wife’s intelligence and profession.”
That made me look up.
“Just outside the city, maybe a half day’s drive through the bush, lives a tribe whose roots in the region are as old as our oldest ancestors. Surely a man of your education knows we are not so different, you and I?” he added with a smile.
My face burned again at the insinuation. Maybe he had read my mind, or maybe it had been painted on my face. Of course I knew we shared common ancestors, Kwabena and I. We were both human and it had been proven that our DNA was nearly identical.
That wasn’t what I’d been embarrassed by.
It was that, despite the evidence, I was so…obsessed – there was no other word for it – with our differences. That his skin was so dark and mine so white. What his thick cock looked like sheathed inside Heather’s creamy white folds. The mass of flesh and muscle on his torso compared to my lean build.
The differences, when you thought about them, were really no more than cosmetic. And yet they grabbed my attention and wouldn’t let go, pulling me into a vortex whose end I never knew if I would see.
“What are you proposing?” I asked, drifting back from my distant thoughts.
“Her specialty is linguistics, Jay. This tribe, though they speak our modern dialect with others, between themselves they communicate in a language that has yet to be documented.”
The colour drained from my face and my jaw fell open. “You’re joking, right? This is some kind of trick? To lure Heather out there?”
“It is not a joke,” Kwabena said, shaking his head. “It is the truth. And I wonder what a linguist like your wife would think of being the first to make such a discovery and present it to the world?”
I shook my head. Surely this was impossible? An undiscovered tribe that spoke an undocumented language in this day and age? If it were true then Heather would be over the moon.
“There is, of course, a catch,” Kwabena continued.
“A catch?”
“A catch,” he echoed. “As you can imagine these people are quite insular. They guard their culture and their heritage and don’t easily allow outsiders access. Particularly whites.”
I swallowed and leaned forward, anxious to finally hear what bargain I was being asked to make.
“You will have to obey their rules, Jason. Dress like them, which means very little dress at all, eat like them, their diet is limited to what they can forage and kill in the bush. And of course you will have to fuck like them.” He paused letting the words sink in. “Their customs are very different from ours.”
I drew in a breath and held it. I can’t be sure how long we sat there in silence, Kwabena and I. The more I thought about it, the more attractive the idea became. If it were true then Heather would have an absolutely career-making discovery on her hands.
If it were fake the worst that could happen was that she would laugh at my naivete and we would see a bit of the countryside getting there and back.
But either way it would put us a step closer to the tantalizing possibility that Kwabena had described. The thought of Heather participating in some bizarre and ancient sexual right proved too big a draw to resist. “What would I have to do?”
Kwabena folded his palms together on the table and smiled. “All you have to do, Jason, is tell your wife what I have told you. Give as much detail as you like. I will be happy to drive you both there if she decides it’s something she is interested in.”
I had to wonder what skin Kwabena had in this game. Was he just angling to fuck Heather again? Or was there something more sinister at play?
Despite my reservations I raised my glass. We toasted our new arrangement, finished our drinks and went off our separator ways.
As I walked home a dark thought clouded my mind. I knew I should tell Heather exactly what Kwabena had told me, word for word. She deserved to know what sh
e was getting into, after all. But I will admit there was a part of me that wanted to know what she would do if she didn’t know the whole story.
I wondered what would happen if I only told her about the linguistic appeal and left out the fact that we might have to…integrate into the customs of this tribe, as it were. I mulled this over walking back to the hotel and was no closer to a decision after stepping into the room.
Heather was curled up and sleeping on one of the beds. The next day was Friday, her last day of interviews for the week. Deciding it would be best to let her sleep, I tiptoed through the room getting ready for bed, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
Not being able to see very well in the darkness, I tripped over a suitcase she’d left open and fell on the ground with a thud and a groan.
“Jason?” Heather’s sleep voice drifted from across the room.
“Yes, it’s me,” I whispered. “Sorry. I was trying to be quiet.”
She sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed, covering her mouth with her hand after realizing what had happened to me. “I’m so sorry I left that there!”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” I said, getting up and brushing myself off. “I’m sorry I woke you.” I was having a hard time looking at her, considering how I’d left things.
She looked straight into my eyes. “Jason? Is everything okay?” she asked.
I sighed, walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. “Everything’s fine. I’m sorry I…left in such a huff.”
“What happened? Were you mad about the…thing?”
Her question brought a certain clarity to my muddled mind. Suddenly I saw her as my wife again. My Heather, the woman I’d been lucky enough to marry. I realized that the truth was all that she deserved. No more games or second guessing. We were in this together and there was only one way it would work.
I began talking, telling her that I’d met Kwabena and about his proposal. I told her about the tribe he’d talked about and what he’d said about their little known dialect.
Heather listened patiently, following everything I said with inquisitive eyes and nodding to let me know she was listening.
“And that was that,” I concluded. “I’m sorry I left in a huff. I…I let this whole thing get the better of me.”
Heather smiled, put her hand on my arm and tilted her head. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Looking back I realize it wasn’t fair to you what I did.”
This took me aback, somewhat. I’d spent a good amount of time trying to justify her actions for myself. It was a bit of a pleasure to hear her apologize for them. It validated my reaction, I suppose. “It’s just that…”
“I know,” she said, interrupting. “We agreed that this would be between us. I shouldn’t have let Kwabena talk me into letting him put the plug in my ass. I knew it was a stupid power play when it happened. I guess…I don’t know,” she said, looking away. “It was kind of exciting being dominated by him like that.”
Love welled up inside me at hearing her admit it. “Oh, Heather. It was exciting for me, too, in a way. I just got jealous because…”
“Because you weren’t a part of it. I know. That’s why it was wrong.”
She leaned forward and I wrapped my arms around her neck in a tight hug. We held each other for some time before she pulled away.
“So? What do you think?” she asked quietly.
“About Kwabena’s offer you mean?”
Heather bit one corner of her lower lip and nodded.
“What do you think? Do you really think it’s possible that there’s a tribe that…”
Heather smirked and rolled her eyes. “Oh puh-lease,” she said with a wave. “I guess it’s possible if we were in the heart of the jungle. But half a day’s drive away from a city like Koflao? Come on! He’s just trying to lure us out there. Probably to get another chance to fuck me!”
It stung to hear her say it but in sort of a delightful way. I still wasn’t quite used to hearing her be so crass. “Do you want to, though?” I asked quietly. “We haven’t even really had a chance to talk about what happened between you and Kwabena. Did you enjoy it?”
“I…I did,” she said with a sigh.
That stung a bit, too. But now that we were here, talking about it in the darkness together, it wasn’t quite as sharp as it could have been. It was a safe sort of pain. “Why?”
Heather shrugged. “I’ve never really been one to have one-night stands or anything like that. You know me. I’ve had a few boyfriends but that’s it. I don’t know what happened to me but after we tied the knot I just…I felt…”
“I think horny is the word you’re looking for,” I offered.
Heather burst out laughing and hugged me again. “Yeah, you’re right about that. But it wasn’t just that. I felt like now that things were permanent, I guess, I could be a little more adventurous. All that dirty talking we did, wasn’t that hot?”
“It was,” I replied. “So? What do you think?” A very pleasant warmth had filled me at our heart to heart.
“I think it’s totally up to you. I’m game for anything. We’re halfway across the world. Why not try something a little crazy before we go back home and settle down? On the other hand, if it’s not something you want to…”
“No. I do want it,” I said, then paused.
“Jason? But what?”
I glanced down at her belly. “Heather, you have to tell me. Are you really still off the birth control? Because if you are, if you really are then this is crazy.” I shook my head. “We can’t be doing something like that if you really are.”
A smile formed on her lips. She leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss. Then she pulled away to look into my eyes again. “I’ll tell you what, Jay. I’m going to let you decide. I really believe that no matter what, everything’s going to be okay.”
I tensed at her answer. She’d said it before but was she saying it because she was certain? Because she’d resumed her birth control? Or was she saying it because that’s just what she believed? “You’re not going to tell me?” I asked.
Heather shook her head. “No. If you do decide we should go, don’t you think it’ll be more exciting for you if you don’t know?” she asked.
A thrilling shiver rushed through me as I gazed into her eyes. She had my number on that one. “Okay. I trust you’ll do what’s best.”
Her smile widened as she swung a leg over mine and sat down in my lap.
I glanced down at her hardened nipples, my cock rising inside my pants. “Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s do it.”
Heather leaned forward and nibbled my ear. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she whispered back. She reached down between us and rubbed my cock with her hand.
Chapter Fourteen
After rising early two days later we spent half the day sweating our way down the highway in Kwabena’s car, then bouncing our way through the bush on bumpy trail. Heather dozed in the back while Kwabena and I rode in silence up front.
We had brought my equipment and her notebooks, mostly to keep up the ruse that we believed what he’d told us but also on the off chance that what he’d said was true.
By the time he parked the car in some tall grass at the edge of the narrow trail and killed the engine we were tired, hungry and sweating like dogs.
Heather woke from her slumber in the back, sat up and looked around. Her eyes met Kwabena’s in the mirror. “Now what?” she asked.
“Now,” Kwabena replied, “we wait.”
We all settled back into our seats in silence, trying to ignore the stifling heat.
I’m not quite sure how long it took. The heat had a way of bending time. It was Heather who sat up first with a quiet gasp.
I looked back to see her eyes wide, then followed her gaze through the tall grass. There, about fifty feet from where Kwabena had parked the car, stood a tall, black man holding a long spear. He was wearing a necklace decorated with what looked to be colourful beads and staring straight at us. I turned t
o Kwabena. “Is that…”
“Shh!” he said, raising his hand. “They will come to us.”
Turning back to look at the man, I saw that he’d started walking towards us, wading through the long stalks of dry grass, pushing them aside with one hand.
Moments later another figure appeared, a few feet off to the side. Then another a few feet back. Then another, and another after that.
I watched them approach with a certain excitement and some trepidation. It felt a bit like sliding down a hill and not being able to get a foothold on the ground. Now that I’d set the wheels in motion for this adventure it didn’t seem like there was any going back.
As the men got close to the car, Kwabena opened his door and stepped out. “You two wait in here until I say,” he instructed.
I looked back at Heather, who rolled her eyes and smiled. “He’s really taking this act seriously,” she said. “Should we tell him we know he’s full of shit?” she asked with a giggle. But as Kwabena began talking to the men, her ears perked up.
She sat up in her seat and turned her head to one side, presumably so she could better hear what they were saying.
“Heather? What is it?” I asked.
“Shh!” she said, holding up a hand the same way Kwabena had.
Silenced, I turned around to look at the men and wait for Heather to say something about what she was hearing.
After a few minutes of Kwabena speaking with them, he walked around to his side of the car, opened the door and poked his head inside. “You will go with them, Miss Heather,” he said. “Jason and I will bring the things.” He nodded at me.
I glanced at Heather to see her looking somewhat surprised. “Heath?”
She shook her head and was about to say something when one of the men opened the door. She glanced at me, then without a word stepped out of the car.
A slight panic shook me. I really wanted to know what had piqued her interest but I didn’t want to let Kwabena know that we thought he was full of it. Turning to look out the car window, I saw the five large men surround Heather. They were all wearing nothing but the skimpiest of loincloths and as their eyes roamed up and down her body I saw their cocks twitching to life.
