31 comments/ 53823 views/ 80 favorites A Wife's Life Among Savages Ch. 01 By: kingbooruwa *****This story contains reluctant sex, interracial relationship and some parts of cuckolding. If you are easily offended by any of the above categories, please proceed at your own risk.****** ******************* The 'American dream' era was a happy time to be living in the land of opportunity: United States. Majority of the public spent less time complaining, and more time enjoying their lives. Drunk by the victory of cold war and the massive inflow of wealth, many didn't care about the outside world, for they were practically living in a dream land. Among the few who were interested in the outside world, Kelly had a special interest on how some parts of the world were still clinging to primitive, almost stone-age, cultures. As a person who grew up in a society that was regarded as the pinnacle of culture and technology, she struggled to understand how some tribes in remote parts of the world lived their lives with little or no influence from modern civilization. This keen interest led Kelly into studying anthropology and by the year of 1981 she was teaching anthropology in a university. By this time, only few pockets of the world remained unexplored. Considering any more expeditions to be a waste of money, nobody was interested or curious enough to fund anthropological expeditions into these remote areas. This resulted in limiting Kelly's fascinations and dreams only to books and journals of previous great explorers. It was one of her life dreams to witness the things she had devoted her life to study about, with her own eyes, but being a woman the age of thirty, she was too young and vulnerable to go on such an expedition only by herself; she was well aware of the fact that women become more vulnerable, as a place become too remote for modern culture to reach. She had waited many years for the university to grant some funds for a large expedition that would facilitate a whole group, but was starting to realize that by the time they give the approval, she would be married and settled with children. Kelly knew, once she marries her fiancé, Jonathan, he would never let her go on such a journey. She had been postponing their marriage just because of this reason, and had been trying to take part in an expedition before that. But finally, he had given her an ultimatum: either they get married the next year or he would find another girl who would. Jonathan was the man Kelly had given her virginity when she was twenty, and had been faithful to him since then. She loved him too much to lose him for a chance to be on an expedition. Most of her friends didn't like him, saying he doesn't respect her or maybe even love her; in most parts, she knew they were kind of right: he was very dominant and expected her be obedient to him and had few more unsavory traits, but never the less, she loved him; for her, every other thing was a small sacrifice to be with him. At the age of thirty-one, Kelly gave up her dream to be on an expedition and got married to Jonathan. At first, their marriage was a fairy-tail, the bliss of the honeymoon and comfort of being with her love, but soon, as months and years passed, his attitude started to become sour and worse. Even though Kelly was more educated than him, just because she was a woman, he treated her as if she has no intelligence; he expected her to ask his permission for everything in her life. Having a submissive personality, Kelly let him take the dominant role and continue to bear the mistreatment, trying to make the best of her marriage. Jonathan Pierce held a high post in a gold mining company. He was a high-risk-taker and an aggressive gambler. This enabled him to make some achievements which his superiors had considered to be impossible, and obtained a high post in the company. For him, everything in life was a gamble. Once he sets his eyes on a target, he would gamble anything till he achieves the target. He was the type of guy who would leave the table either with his pockets full or completely empty. At home, after a shower, with a sad expression, Kelly was inspecting her natural assets from the mirror. Even after three years of trying, she was yet to be blessed with a child. Jonathan hated children and didn't want to be hindered by responsibilities of a father, but after few arguments and her pleading, he had agreed to perform his duty as a husband, but no conception was happening. She had herself checked with doctors, and they couldn't find anything abnormal with her that would render her infertile; in fact, she was very healthy and fertile. Jonathan was too proud to get himself checked and had insisted that it must be something wrong with her, not him. At age thirty-four, her body seemed primed for child bearing. Her 5'2", hour-glass figure carried all the traits of a fertile female-body. Her 36D, full on bottom breasts begged to be filled with milk and her pink, puffy nipples lay on her magnificent breasts, begging to be suckled by her offspring. The contrast of her 24 inch waist and 37 inch hips showcased her ability to bear healthy children, and her full thighs and round derriere screamed out that the woman was a prime breeding sample. To add more, her eyes, beautiful face, shoulder long gold hair and smooth milky skin advertised her ancestral Nordic genes. Letting out a sigh, Kelley got dressed and started preparing dinner. Jonathan came home when she was about done, and he seemed to be more friendly than usual; he had even brought her a pair of earrings as a gift. "Wow! What did I do to deserve this?" Kelly asked while admiring the earrings. For that, Jonathan said, "Should there be a reason to give a gift to my lovely wife?" Kelly knew her husband was a very calculative and manipulative person; he did everything with a reason, for a profit. She knew he was expecting something back from her and wished he wasn't about to once again bring up discussion about bringing another woman into their bed; the last time, it had ended with her threatening a divorce. She loved him, but not enough to let another woman desecrate her marriage. She knew, behind her back, he was sleeping with other women, but as long as he kept the dirt from reaching home, she chose ignorance rather than the destruction of their marriage. After the dinner, Jonathan started executing his plan. "Honey, have you studied about the tribes in Papua New Guinea?" Jonathan asked nonchalantly. "Yes, I've covered that region in my studies. Why?" Kelly replied, genuinely surprised about Jonathan being interested in her field; he had always called her work as a useless thing. "I came across a chance of a life-time. If we take this bet, I...we could become filthy rich," Jonathan said while trying to hide his elation and waited to see how Kelly would react. "Well, I think we already have enough money, and I know that a dig dream like that should come with a big risk too. But at the same time, I know I cannot talk you down from a gamble; you are free to do whatever you want. What I don't understand is about 'we' having to take this bet," Kelly replied in a cynical manner, starting to realize that she was about to find the true purpose behind the sudden gift. "Come on; don't look at me like that. This is a win-win situation for both of us. I came up with a plan that could make both our life-dreams come true," Jonathan replied with a smile. "What do you mean?" Kelly asked, genuinely interested. "Well, let me explain from the beginning." Jonathan refilled his wine glass and got comfortable on the sofa. "Our company got some interesting information about a new, untouched gold source in New guinea. The information came from a Dutch missionary who had gone there. The company paid a hefty price to get this information and keep the missionary quiet; we don't want our competitors to get a wind of this." Jonathan said. "Well, sounds like you guys already have everything under control. What does it have to do with me?" Kelly asked with a hint of displeasure; she didn't want anything to do with Jonathan's company; she knew, like him, the company was notorious to do anything to gain profits. "The company has already sent few people there to investigate, and they have come to a dead end. The location of the gold source is known only by a small native tribe called 'Waraka' that lives deep in the jungle. Luckily, this tribe is not into cannibalism, but no matter how much they have tried to talk and bribe them, the natives are weary of strangers, and they keep their lips shut about the location. I think if someone who could learn, understand their customs and gain their trust, they might give us the location." Jonathan said and waited for Kelly. "Let me guess. That 'someone' is me?" Kelly asked a bit sarcastically. "Yes. The truth is... I want to start my own mining company. If I could find the location and keep it a secret from the company, after few years, I could start a new company and swim in gold. You have always wanted to go on an expedition; so I'm giving you a chance to fulfill your dream while helping your husband to become one of the richest men in the world. The best part is, the company agreed to finance the whole thing," Jonathan said. Kelly had a hard time believing what she had heard. It was almost too good to be true. She wondered, years after abandoning one of her dreams, was it really about to become true? "That's great," Kelly tried to hide her enthusiasm, "But New Guinea jungle and tribes are known to be hostile for even seasoned explorers, and to make matters worse, there's a civil war happening there. So an expedition like this will need lot of paper work and permissions. It could take months or years before we get an approval from the governments," she said with a little worry. "Ok, honey... the thing is...we are in a hurry. It's only a matter of time before someone else gets the wind of it. And the other main thing is, we don't want anyone to notice this and send spies behind us to steal the information. So we are leaving United States as tourists and only the two of us will be going there to meet our guides there. By the time we get there, they would have bribed the officials there to get the paper work done for an expedition." Jonathan said while expecting Kelly to object at any moment. "Are you fucking kidding me? It is unethical enough that you are asking to use my profession as a mean to get a tribe's secrets so you could mine and destroy their habitat; you want me to go there illegally, become a criminal and destroy my career? It is true that I want to go on an expedition, but not like this. Even if you don't respect me, I have some self-respect. I will not take part in any of this bullshit," Kelly said in anger and stood up to go to the bed. "Where the hell are you going? I'm your husband, and you have to listen to me," Jonathan shot back, agitated by Kelly's blatant defiance. Kelly stormed off, pretending as if she didn't hear him. "I'm the man of this house!" Jonathan shouted at Kelly as she walked fast toward the guest room, instead of going to the master-bedroom. ********** After two days of Kelly refusing to talk to Jonathan face to face, he decided that it was time to play the next card. "Kelly," Jonathan said trying to gain Kelly's attention, but she quickly tried to walk away from a conversation. "Listen to me woman!" Jonathan said firmly, and Kelly stopped. "Look, I know it's wrong of me to ask you to do that, but I'm doing this for our future... I have a confession: Just before our marriage, I had a vasectomy done." Jonathan said and before he could continue, Kelly cut in. "WHAT? H...How could you Jonathan? How could you?" Kelly literally screamed. "Just listen to me before you go all crazy on me," Jonathan said before she could scream again. "I didn't want any children and it's my own body. I can do whatever the fuck I want with it. But...it is a reversible operation. I know your dream to become a mother is even greater than going on an expedition, but the operation carries a risk of failure, and I could even end up losing the ability to get a proper erection," Jonathan replied. "Oh," Kelly's loss of hope was evident through her face. "You did make one of the most selfish decisions, but what was done is done. It's ok, Jonathan, I can't ask you to take such a risk," Kelly said, knowing, having a child is not the first priority in Jonathan's life. "Why don't we make a deal then? If you go with me and help to find the gold source, when we comeback, I'll gladly take the operation," Jonathan said with a sincere look. Kelly was too surprised, confused and conflicted to answer, and kept looking at Jonathan, with a disbelieving face. "You get the best deal here, honey. This way, you get to fulfill two dreams of your life. Two birds with one stone," Jonathan added, knowing that he had played his cards right and from the look of Kelly's face, he was about to win. "Give me a day to think about it," Kelly said while going to the bedroom. "Sure thing, pumpkin. Take all the time you want," Jonathan said while trying to hide his joy; he had won. ***************** After thinking for few hours, Kelly made her decision; her desire to become a mother was greater than any of her other dreams. She knew she would be tainting her professional-life for good, but if she could give birth to Jonathan's child, it was well worth it. Kelly looked at Jonathan, who was sleeping beside her and shook him awake. "Huh? What?" Jonathan asked while waking up. "I agree," Kelly said emotionlessly. "What?" Jonathan was still trying to break out of his deep sleep. "I'll go on your damn expedition, but you better keep your promise about the operation," Kelly said firmly. "Wow! Of course, you have my word." Jonathan wasn't sleepy anymore. "For this, I guess you need another reward tonight," Jonathan said while sliding a hand between Kelly's thighs. At first, Kelly was a bit reluctant of Jonathan's amorous advance; she was still upset with him for holding their future child as a hostage to force her to do something she despised, but when he fished out one her breasts from the night-dress and started sucking on her nipple, a switch got flipped-on in her, and she welcomingly opened her legs and pulled up her night-gown, giving Jonathan more room to tease her loins. When he climbed between her spread legs and shoved his partially limp penis, she gasped, feeling pleasured and relieved that, finally, after more than three weeks, she was about to receive some loving that night. Due to Jonathan's numerous flings with women at the company office who were either helpless or eager for shortcuts in cooperate ladder, most of the time, he was sexually satisfied and spent by the time he reached home. Because of this, since Kelly was a conservative woman, she spent most of her time, sexually frustrated, due to the lack of attention from her husband. So she always eagerly welcomed any sexual advances from Jonathan, despite her mood. As soon as Jonathan squeezed in the semi-hard erection, he started his frenzied thrusting while groaning out some profanities. "Take it, take it, slut...you love getting your pussy fucked by my big dick, don't you? Beg for me, beg for it." Kelly didn't really fancy all the dirty talking. She failed to find any pleasure from them, but she knew Jonathan likes it. So she complied. "Yes, give it to me, baby. Give it to me." It was in moments like these, Kelly reassure herself that she still deeply loved her husband. Before Kelly could savor being sexed by the man she loves, Jonathan groaned, thrust deep and released few spurts of his semen. "Wheew, your pussy is great, darling. I could last only a couple of minutes in it," Jonathan said while rolling off of her while breathing hard. Even though Kelly was not even close to being satisfied, she was glad that he lasted more than a minute; to her, comparably, it was a decent session. Since she has never had sex with anyone other than Jonathan, and being too conservative and shy to ask from other people about it, to her, this was normal sex; she thought every other man and woman had sex in the manner she and Jonathan have sex. Within a minute, Jonathan was snoring. While lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, Kelly wondered what was the lacking feeling she always has after having sex? ********* Two weeks later, Jonathan and Kelly were received at a New Guinean airport by a native man who seemed to be in his 50's. "Mister and Missis Pierce, it's a pleasure to meet you," said the man, with a rough accent. Jonathan leaned into Kelly and whispered that he's the company hired guide. "Where's Smith? I expected him to receive us," Jonathan asked. "Mr. Smith is down with Malaria, and he's in the hospital at the moment. He won't be discharged for at least three more weeks," The guide replied, humbly. "Fuck, that's just great," Jonathan swore. "Jonathan! Mind your language, we are in public," Kelly said while uncomfortably looking around to see whether anyone else had heard him. "Don't worry, Sir. Mr. Smith had everything setup for you before he got admitted in the hospital. I'll escort you to the tribe. I have all the documents we need to get a plane and enter the restricted area," The guide quickly replied before Jonathan gets even more upset. "Well, I'm glad he at least did that. Your name is Kembaren, isn't it," Jonathan asked, and finally calmed, "Is it ok if I call you Kem? I don't want to twist my tongue every time I have to call you." "Jonathan!" Kelly said firmly to remind him that he was being impolite to the man, soon, they would have to rely on for their safety. Kembaren laughed and said, "As you please, Sir. Mr. Smith also calls me Kem." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kem," Kelly said. "You are too kind, madam. Just 'Kem' is enough. It would be out of my place to receive such honors from you," Kem replied humbly. Kelly was surprised by how humble the man was. She was glad he was a gentleman since she would have to heavily rely on him to learn about basic customs and words of the tribe they were about to visit. "I'm sure you are exhausted from the long journey. Please follow me; I have prepared a car to take you to the hotel. The porters will take care of your luggage," Kem said while leading them. After two days of being in planes and airports, both Kelly and Jonathan were in need of a nice shower and a comfortable bed to sleep on. Without saying much, they followed Kem's advice. Next morning, Kem met them at the hotel and gave them a brief explanation about the current situation. The civil war was getting intense, and the military was planning to close the jungle boarders in hope of cut-off supplies to rebels. By bribing some officials, Smith had managed to get some information that they still have about a two-month window before that happens. Jonathan left with Kem to meet Smith in the hospital, and Kelly rechecked all her materials and equipments to make sure that she hadn't missed anything. She was trying to get more information a hotel-staff when Jonathan and Kem came back. "How's Mr.Smith?" Kelly asked Jonathan, after going back to their room. "The bugger is alive, but won't be leaving the bed for at least one more month," Jonathan replied, and said, "You made a mess in the room," while looking at all the unpacked camera equipments, clothes and books. "I just rechecked everything. I think we'll need more AA batteries for the camera and pen-torch," Kelly said. "I'll bring some right away, madam," Kem said while preparing to leave the room. "No, no, Kem. Not now. Right now, I need you to tell me everything you know about this tribe. I want to start writing down everything," Kelly said. "As you say, madam," Kem replied. A Wife's Life Among Savages Ch. 01 "Ok, I don't want to be part of your boring work. I'm going down to the bar to grab a drink," Jonathan said while leaving. Kelly looked at her husband leaving her alone in their room with a man they barely knew. "How about we go down to the lounge area? We'll have more breathing place," Kelly said to Kem, wanting to avoid being along with a stranger. While noting down everything Kem was telling, Kelly realized that there was too much information to be documented in one day; both he and her were getting tired after four hours and it was getting late in the night. She let Kem go home and knowing Jonathan would still be in the bar, she went looking for him. It was then, Kelly found Jonathan, sitting at the bar, visibly intoxicated, having a very friendly conversation with a young local girl, who was dressed in a very short, revealing dress. From the way his eyes lingered on her exposed thighs and cleavage, Kelly knew the dress was fulfilling its purpose. The girl's very-western attire, high heels, heavy makeup and how the way she openly flirted with her husband, all indicated that she was a prostitute, who makes a living out of targeting horny tourists. Kelly felt too ashamed to approach them and let others know that she was the wife of the man, who was drunk and flirting with a hooker. She remained unseen and felt sick from seeing her husband stroking the prostitute's thigh while sharing kiss. Then the girl whispered something to his ear, and he seemed to nod in agreement to whatever she had said. Kelly watched as they stood up, and the girl led Jonathan out of the bar. She followed them at a distance and saw them disappear into another wing of the hotel that had cheaper rooms. Kelly was still in denial that her loving husband, while still having his wife waiting for him in another room, was going into a room with a prostitute. She already knew her husband was having sex with other women, but this was a direct insult to her honor as a wife and a woman. She wondered whether she was that much undesirable; was she beneath that whore? Kelly didn't want to go into that wing; the potential discovery of truth scared her. She didn't want to confirm the fact that her husband proffered a prostitute over her. She remained in trepidation for about five minutes before start walking into the wing; she wanted to face the truth. The first thing Kelly noticed was, from several rooms she passed, moaning and grunting sounds were coming, indicating people having sex; that low-cost wing was serving as a brothel. With shaking legs, she passed each door, praying not to hear a familiar voice. Then she heard the thing she didn't want to hear. "Ooh yeah, lick it good, bitch. You are going to get this big white dick in your black pussy, soon." In answer to that, came a feminine giggle. It was, without a doubt, Jonathan's dirty talk. Kelly was frozen in place, looking at the closed door with a 'Do not disturb' tag hanging on the handle. With tears streaming down her face, she lean her back onto the wood that separated her from her husband's infidelity, and listened to the sounds of his dirty-talking and occasional slurping and the giggling of a woman who was robbing her rights of marriage; the woman was being paid by her husband to insult her. When bed-springs began to cry, accompanied by Jonathan's dirty talks, "Take it bitch, take it. I'm going to get you hooked on white dick," Kelly knew her lawful husband was completing the act of shaming her honor; fucking a whore when she was left wanting it. Kelly slid down and sat on the floor while trying to best not to cry out-loud. Then, as if on cue, after about a minute, she heard Jonathan orgasm. After that, everything went quiet behind her. Kelly knew she should leave. She confirmed the truth and she didn't like it; in fact, she wished she hadn't followed them. She wasn't mentally strong enough to confront her husband and accept the fact that she was bested by an unknown, local hooker. She wanted to pretend it didn't happen and go back to her artificial, happy life. Suddenly, instead from the room, Kelly heard footsteps in the hallway. When she lifted her head, she saw a man and woman walking towards a room; it was clear that another hooker had found her pray for the night. Then, to her utter shock, she recognized the man; in equal shock, the man was looking back at her tear-smeared face; it was Kem with a girl who appeared to be half his age. Kelly felt an overwhelming shame knowing Kem must have figured out what had happened: her disgrace. She saw an equal amount of shame appearing in his face from being caught red-handed. She just stood up and ran past them, leaving Kem speechless and the woman looking at both of them, in confusion. Kelly ran straight to her room, ignoring any passerby. She fell onto the bed, crying. It wasn't a knew thing to find that Jonathan has been sleeping with other women, but this time, she was presented with solid proof; she could no longer convince herself that it was just a rumor or imagination. She hated the gut-wrenching pain it caused her, but she hated more the fact that she couldn't make herself hate her unfaithful husband. He had disgraced her in the worst possible way. It wouldn't have felt so painful if she had denied him sex, and he had gone to a prostitute as a result, but she had always been open for sex; actually she has always been more eager than him. She was always looking forward to their next love-making. She wondered what was wrong with her to make him pay a whore to get something she would have eagerly given him. **************** Then next morning, Kelly woke up Jonathan sleeping besides her. She had fallen asleep while crying. She looked at his sleeping face and thought; maybe he had done that because he was drunk. She knew it was a poor excuse to fool herself, but it was enough to keep herself from crumbling; she still believed in a happy life for them. When Kem came to see them after making final preparations for the journey, there was a huge awkwardness between him and Kelly. As previous day, Jonathan went to the bar, refusing to take part in the boring documentation. This time, she didn't want to go the longue; she didn't want to risk seeing Jonathan with another hooker. In the room they pretended as if nothing had happened last night. Kem told Kelly about the tribe's language as she busied herself writing them down. During a short break, while sitting with Kem on the other side of the small, round table, she looked out the window and let out a deep sigh. "Madam, I'm sorry about last night. I didn't expect you to be there," Kem suddenly said. Kelly winced, knowing that now she has to talk about it with him. "No, I'm the one who shouldn't have been there," Kelly replied while still looking out the window and hoping he would end the embarrassing topic. "Those women are very cunning. They can trap almost any man in their snare. Especially tourists," Kem said. Kelly couldn't decide whether he was trying to console her or defend Jonathan, but either way, it made her angry. "Is that why you: another married man, were there too?" Kelly asked in a stern voice while turning to look him in the eyes. Kem was taken aback by her sudden question. "I know it is a wrong thing, madam. But my wife has aged and has lost any interest in sex. When I got some extra money from Mr. Jonathan, I was tempted to feel the warmth of a woman one more time. Unlike my wife, I still have my needs," Kem said in an apologetic manner. "I'm sorry; I don't have any right to scold you. Especially when my own husband ignores me and go for hookers instead," Kelly said in obvious spite while looking back into the window; she wanted to hide the shame in her eyes. "Even I don't understand why Mr. Jonathan would do that when he has such a beautiful wife waiting for him," Kem said. "If I'm really as beautiful as you say, my husband wouldn't be paying women to have sex, don't you think?" Kelly said with a sarcastic smile. Then Kelly felt Kem placing a hand on her knee from under the desk. She looked at him, in surprise. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, madam. The reason, after 3 years without sex, I chose to go to a prostitute last night was, being so close to you stirred my desires," Kem said while looking into her eyes. Kelly was impressed by the forwardness of the old man. He was about fifty years old, and his age and experience has given him confidence. He has seen a beautiful woman in a mentally vulnerable position, and being too old or not, he was quick to try his luck. Kelly smiled a little and said, "Kem, you are a handsome person, and I know I might look easy in my condition, but I still really love my husband. I can't blame you for trying, and kind of relieved to know that I'm still desirable to men. So... thank you for the compliment, but I'm sorry, I can accept your offer. I hope you'll respect that." Kem slowly removed his hand and said, "I understand madam. I just had to try. Not everyone gets a chance to be with an angel." It was obvious the old man hadn't give up yet. Kelly laughed and said, "Oooh, with your skill in words, I'm surprised you have to pay women for sex. Next time, try it on a local girl." "I'll take your advice, madam," Kem said while laughing with her. After that, there was no more awkwardness between them. By sharing something shameful about each other, they have quickly become kind of friends. Kelly knew Kem hadn't actually given up on her, but felt safe knowing that he could be trusted. In a normal situation she would have completely shut him off from her, but for the oncoming expedition, she needed his skills. ************ A day later, with two more people to carry all the equipments and luggage, Jonathan, Kelly and Kem boarded a small plane with ability to perform short take-offs and landings which was essential to make use of small landing-strips. After taking off, Kem announced, "The landing strip we are going to use was constructed by Dutch missionaries about 5 years ago. The military has a communication tower setup there, so once in a while, they maintain the tower and landing strip. So it should be in good condition, but news is, they might even destroy it after closing borders; this might be the last chance for us to communicate with the tribe. The tribe is still couple days of walking away from the landing strip, but the plane ride saves us a month of trekking through the dangerous jungle and areas of cannibal tribes. Without the plane, it would be impossible to reach that place unless we are with a small band of army-men that are armed to the teeth." It was a clear day, and from the elevated height of the plane, they were able to see a vast endless sea of greenery stretching under them as they flew over the thick jungle. The whole landscape was crisscrossed with spidery lanes of water ways that fed the large, green organism. "It's so beautiful," Kelly said as she admired the view from the window. "Yes, madam, but you cannot see the fangs of this jungle from up here," Kem said. Kelly knew he was right; underneath the beautiful illusion, laid a hell that was designed to feed upon the weak. During the few days of preparation, Kem had taught them about the basic survival and some essential customs of the tribe. During those study sessions, he had made sure to teach them about the dangers of the jungle. He had said many times: "If you need to survive the jungle, the most important thing is to fear and respect it." She knew that, alone, she might not survive a day underneath that thick, green canopy. After flying for few hours, Kem pointed at a small dot of clearing within the green sea; it was the landing strip. When Kelly saw it, she thought there was good chance they would die while landing on that poor excuse of a landing strip. The pilot was skillful and even though it was a teeth-shattering rough landing, everyone survived. While the porters gathered things to be carried, Kelly took a look around. It didn't take much time to get the feeling that the thick jungle was about to jump in and swallow them whole. She saw a group of wild boars at the end of the clearing, and the songs of numerous birds gave the atmosphere a touch of serenity. "Is that the path to the Waraka tribe?" Jonathan asked pointing at a small foot path leading into the jungle. "No, Sir. That leads to the communication tower; nobody lives there. Unfortunately, where we are going, we don't have the luxury of paths. We have to cut our way through the jungle," Kem replied. Everyone got ready to head into the jungle and watched the plane taking off, isolating them in the vast rainforest. The porters were carrying important supplies, tools, tents, some can foods and medicine. Jonathan and Kelly were carrying their own personal essentials. She made sure to double check on the packing of film roles and batteries for the camera; they were essential for documenting the expedition. "I hope they don't forget about us," Jonathan said while looking at the plane disappearing behind the skyline. "The plane will come back in ten days. Don't worry, the pilot is only half paid; he'll get the rest only when he takes us back," Kem said. "Good," Jonathan said. "Ok, people. Let's start. I want to cover a good distance before the dark," Kem said while leading the group into the thick jungle. As they entered the jungle, the first thing Kelly noticed was the sudden change of light; the dense weave of the tree canopy was blocking the sun. The porters pushed through the undergrowth and created a path, but ground was wet and mushy with abundance of water, making it hard to walk. This created a high humidity layer of atmosphere between the canopy and jungle floor, and made everyone sweat rivers. At first, Kelly was glad that she had chosen to wear cotton trousers and a long armed shirt which protected most of her body from biting insects, but as they got soaked by her sweat and started hindering her body's ability to cool-off, she finally realized why Kem and the porters were wearing thin t-shirt. Soon Jonathan also took off his shirt and carried it on his shoulder. She also wanted to take off the thick shirt, but underneath it, only a thin singlet covered her bra. She had three layers of clothes that were turning her body into an oven, but felt hesitant to strip down in front of strangers; especially after what had happened with Kem. Soon, the heat was over bearing and Kelly started to feel dizzy. Kem was the first to notice her unsure footing. "Madam, are you alright?" Kem asked. "It's just, I'm feeling a bit dizzy," Kelly said leaning into Jonathan for support. "It is very hot today. You feel dizzy because your body is overheating. It needs to sweat of, but your soaked clothes are preventing it. I'm afraid, madam, you have to lose some layers or you'll be in a big trouble," Kem said. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm here. Take off the shirt. It'll help," Jonathan agreed. Realizing the truth in Kem's words, Kelly took off her soaked shirt. The white singlet was low-cut and showed an uncomfortable amount of cleavage. To make matters worse, it was soaked to the point of becoming almost transparent, making it stick to her body like a second layer of skin; it was as if she was wearing only a bra. She felt vulnerable; in their situation, exposing that much of her skin to the men was dangerous, but she didn't want to faint in the middle of a jungle. After that, the group was making good progress, and despite noticing the porters', and especially Kem's, lustful gaze on her from time to time, Kelly felt cooler and comfortable. Another thing Kelly learned that day was, the night comes to the forest floor very quickly. As the jungle started to get overtaken by a dark gloom, the porters worked to set up a camp site. They set up two tents: one for Jonathan and Kelly, and one for Kem and porters. The camp fire added a little comfort to the minimal accommodation. After eating their dinner by the camp fire, Kem encouraged Jonathan and Kelly to sleep so they could start the journey at sunrise. Kelly looked at the surrounding and realized, beyond the reach of the light of their camp-fire, the forest was swallowed by pitch-black darkness. The constant, deafening siren of millions of cicadas, and the blood curdling howl of an animal, didn't give her any comfort. Seeing Kelly's fearful expression, Kem said, "The porters and I will keep watch through the night; you can sleep without any worries." Kem's words were enough to put Kelly at ease. After the exhausting trek, she was in dire need of some peaceful sleep. She followed her husband into the tent and despite the disturbance of animal sounds, fell into a deep, refreshing sleep. *************** Next day, Kelly decided to wear some light clothes to fight off the heat, but conservative enough to avoid inciting lust. Despite feeling still sore from the previous day's trek, she managed to keep up with the men. As they went deeper and deeper into the jungle, she started enjoying, never seen, wild life all around her. Monkeys and birds were always there, keeping a watchful eye on the intruders, marking all their moments and alerting the whole jungle. The jungle floor was littered with insects, spiders and snakes; with the aid of Kem's watchful eyes, they managed to avoid any unfortunate accidents. The group made good progress on that day and by the evening, crossed a deep stream, using the trunk of a big tree that had conveniently fallen across it. After crossing the river, Kelly noticed that the tree was actually cut and made to fall across the stream. "We are almost there. This is a handy work of the Waraka tribe," Kem said while inspecting the axe marks on the trunk. Soon, they found a foot path through the jungle that lead to a large clearing in the jungle. Right in the middle of that clearing, Kelly saw the biggest tree house she has ever seen. She had read and knew about some New Guinean tribes living in tree houses rather building huts on the ground, but nothing had prepared her for the real thing. The tree house was built on a decapitated, giant Banyan tree and was at least 30 feet off the ground. As they approached the center, Kelly noticed the surrounding clearing was kept very clean; even the ground was dry and free of decaying leaves and crawling creatures. There were a dozen of pigs in a pen, and a young cassowary was prancing around as if it was a family pet. Even when they came near to the tree house, they couldn't see any sign of people. "Where are they? Did they leave this place?" Jonathan asked, puzzled. "They are in the tree house; waiting, probably arrows drawn and waiting for us to make any threatening moves. You have to understand, Sir; these people do not get visitors very often, and most of the ones who come are raiding parties. Let me talk and get us welcomed," Kem said and started to talk to the tribe in their language. During the two days at the hotel, Kelly had Kem teach her the Waraka language. Kem also didn't know a lot about their language; he knew about 23 verbs and 54 nouns, which was enough to establish basic communication. Kelly had everything noted down in her journal, and she hoped to fill in gaps and build a complete dictionary; knowing their language well was essential to the purpose she was there. It didn't take long to convince the tribe that they weren't a threat and were invited into the tree house as guests. The group laid their luggage on the ground and climbed the almost vertical pole, notched with foot-holds that served as a ladder. A group of males were at the entrance welcoming the outsiders, and the group of children behind them was very curious to see the visitors and the strange white couple. Kelly was intrigued to see that the women didn't take part in the welcoming; they remained at the rear of the tree-house and watched the occasion. A Wife's Life Among Savages Ch. 01 In appearance-vise, Waraka people had very wide jaws and large, round noses. Although they seemed to have, very African looking, tightly packed and coiled hair; their skins had a brownish dark shade. Men's height averaged to around 5'5", and women to around 5'. All the men were very lean and toned due to tackling with mother-nature their entire lives. Apparels and accessories vice, women wore some kind of skirts made with very flexible type of straws that reached down to mid-thigh. Most women had another skirt-type straw-band around their chests; instead as a dress, it looked more like an ornament since the straws were barely reaching their nipples, and the whole lower-part of their breasts remained uncovered. A couple of teenage-looking girls and children weren't wearing any upper-garments. All the women had circular scarifications, the size of large coins, running the length of their arms, around stomach and across their breasts which Kelly assumed to be the Waraka version of tattooing. As for the men, they all had piercings across their big noses and had various kinds of sticks going through them. It was bizarre to look at how some sticks had the thickness of a thumb, but the most bizarre thing was what they had for clothes; basically, the men didn't actually wear anything that would qualify as clothes. The only thing that served to cover their nakedness was a penis-sheath that they wore over their manhood. From what she had studied, it was a common apparel among the tribes in that region. They were made from carving out long gourds that grew in the jungle and drying them till the outer-layer become stiff as wood. They were held in place by a small loop of fiber that went around the scrotum. Still, this left their scrotums on display, and Kelly did everything she could not to let her eyes wonder below their waist-line. Despite been made with materials found in the jungle, the tree-house itself looked much sturdier than Kelly had thought it would be. The floor was a dense latticework of boughs and strips of wood. The walls were made with large segments of tree barks, and the ceiling was made with interweaved sago leaves. Large hammocks hung at different places of the house, which seemed very comfortable and big enough to hold more than one person. Interestingly, there were two hearths, with contributed to the haze of smoke in the house; one at the back and one at the front. From what Kem had explained earlier, in Waraka tribe, the women and men stayed on different parts of the house during day-time, and they had their own hearths; they even cooked separately. Each hearth was a large clay-pot that was suspended over a hole on the floor, so in case of a fire, they could be quickly hacked off and let fall to the ground. Then Kelly noticed a man, instead of joining others to welcome them, was sitting by the hearth and intently looking at them. When her eyes met his, he quickly stood up. She was a little startled by this and quickly averted her eyes, thinking she might have offended him by looking into his eyes; from what she had studied, some tribes in the world had customs that prohibited women from meeting the gaze of a man. When she lowered her eyes, she noticed that, unlike the other males, he had necklace made of dog teeth and at the bottom, there was a gold nugget the size of a golf ball; she realized it was the object that had started the storm that made her end up in one of the most remote places on earth. The man was taller than the others and had more hard-muscles which gave him an intimidating look. He slowly approached them and gave another hard look at both Kelly and Jonathan. She felt a shudder running through her body as the man's fierce gaze scanned her. Everyone quieted down as the man surveyed the white-couple. After a moment, he finally said something, and the tribe members laughed. Curious, Jonathan asked Kem, "What did he say?" "He said something like: even though you look like ghosts, you look human and weak enough for him to take on," Kem replied. "Cocky little bastard, isn't he?" Jonathan said, unamused by the threatening joke. "Even though he's around 22, he's the tribe's 'fierce man': the one who leads the tribe in fights: the strongest. His name is Leopan. If you want to gain the trust of this tribe, he is the short-cut," Kem said, trying his best to, subtly, informing Jonathan, not to mess with that person. "I see," Jonathan said, looking at the gold nugget. Without saying anymore, Leopan went back to the hearth and motioned the group to come in and said something. "Alright, we are accepted. He wants to treat us for a meal," Kem said, and he looked genuinely relieved that they got invited. When Kelly tried to sit beside Jonathan, Kem asked her to join the women at their hearth. She understood the reasoning and quickly went to the women's side of the house. Each side started cooking some kind of meat, and Kelly preferred not to know what kind of meat she was about to eat. While the meat got cooked, all the women and children took turns in touching her white skin and blond hair as if she was the most exotic animal they have ever seen. While some took their time touching her, some touched her and quickly pulled their arm away. Since different parts of the world defined beauty in different ways, she wondered whether they found her appearance either attractive or repulsive. The women's meal got done before the males, but they took off the meat from the hearth and waited for men to be ready too. There was minimal communication between the two genders. It was strange to see how men and woman, who live under one roof, could act as if they were two different tribes. From seeing the children and a pregnant woman, Kelly knew that most of them were husbands and wives. She knew, as among all cultures, love and marriage exists between these people too, but was intrigued by how they have chosen to spend their family lives. After the meal, the expedition group thanked the tribe for the meal and presented a couple of machetes and iron-pots as gifts. The gifts were well received and the women even sang an appreciative song as gratitude; iron tools were god-sent gifts for a tribe that still lived in stone-age technology. They quickly climbed down from the tree-house since they had to setup the tents before dark. Leopan was still giving them the cynical and untrusting attitude, and Kelly realized that, if he really was the short-cut to gaining the tribe's trust, she has her work cut-out. Kelly and Jonathan found it much harder to climb down than climbing up on the strange ladder. The tribe found it amusing to look at how they struggled to do this simple task. Just before the dark, they managed to setup the two tents and build a camp-fire. The ridge-tent provided some sort of modern luxury despite them being hundreds of miles away from the nearest town. Since they had brought only, small, foldable camp beds, the couple had to sleep separately. ******************* The next few days went on as Kelly tried to mix into the tribe to learn about their customs and language. Her dictionary was gaining pages fast as she worked hard to get the tribe's women to teach her their words. Men avoided talking to her or even acknowledge her. In Waraka tribe, men took all the important decisions and, without a word, women followed the instruction. As a result, few words exchanged between even husbands and wives. When Kelly told this to Jonathan in order to get his help to get information from the males, he said, "Hah! I'm actually starting to like these people. These women know how to behave." Since they weren't trekking in the jungle anymore, Kelly reverted back to her usual conservative attire. Most of the time, she wore long sleeved shirts and long skirts; pants were worn only when she had to follow the women when they went into the jungle for foraging. She had tried asking the women many time about the source of the gold nugget Leopan was wearing, but either the women still didn't trust her or they really didn't know; considering how little authority the women had, the latter was the most probable. As the seventh day of their stay with tribe approached, Jonathan started to get more impatient and started complaining to Kelly about her failing to get information about the gold source. With Leopan avoiding her like a plague, and Jonathan being bad at communicate with the tribe, it was an almost impossible task. "I'm sorry. But you can see that the men are not talking to me. I don't think the women know about it. It's just we don't have enough time. We have to leave tomorrow to catch the plane," Kelly said sadly. "Useless, dumb bitch," Jonathan muttered angrily while going to out of the tent. Kelly felt tears gathering in her eyes. ************ Next day morning, Kelly awakened Jonathan in a hurry. "Jonathan, wake up. Kem and the guys have already taken down their tent," Kelly said while frantically trying to change into her trekking clothes. Jonathan just lay on the bed, looking at his beautiful wife peel off her night gown and getting into more conservative clothes. "What are you doing? Get ready! This is a plane you do not want to miss," Kelly said, a bit annoyed. Jonathan let out a big sigh and said, "We are not going today." Kelly suddenly stopped everything and asked, "What do you mean we are not going today?" "Kem and the porters will go, but we two are staying," Jonathan said. "Are you crazy? You can't just make plans like that on your own," Kelly said, trying not to be loud. "I am the man and you will do as I say, woman," Jonathan said out loud, angrily. Kelly froze from the sudden lash-out. "I've already talked about this with Kem. He'll come back after two weeks," Jonathan said firmly. "But...but," Kelly stammered, shaken by Jonathan's anger and surprised by the sudden turn of events. "It's your own damn fault that I also have to stay longer in this shit-hole. If you have properly done your work, this wouldn't be happening. If we leave now, we might not get the chance to come back again. You know very well I don't back away from a bet. So we are not going to leave till you get me that gold location. I don't care how long it takes or how you do it, I want the source of the location. You've already realized one of your dreams. So if you don't grant me my wish, you can forget about your other dream," Jonathan said while visibly shaking with anger. Kelly was too shocked to even say something. She realized that, for the first time, she was witnessing the ugly side of Jonathan that had earned him the reputation to be evil and ruthless at work; he was ruthless enough to make young women in the company to offer sex in order to get promotions or avoid being fired. She knew Jonathan has all the cards and she has none. He was playing the game by the book. At least, she was confident that, if given more time, she could get the secret out of the tribe and Jonathan will have to go through the operation when they go back. She had only one option left: accept Jonathan's decision and get her other dream realized. ****************** Even though Kem would be coming back after two weeks, for Kelly, it was kind of hard to watch Kem and the porters leaving. They had been a huge support and strength for Jonathan and her. Now they were at the complete mercy of a tribe that didn't fully trust them. She was upset with her husband for putting them such a dangerous situation, but at that moment, he was all she had; she felt closer to him more than ever. Once Kem and the others disappeared into the thick jungle, Kelly went back to the tent to go through her dictionary and memorize as many words as she can. She knew that the faster she accomplishes the hard job, faster she would be back at home and probably have a baby. That night, Kelly went be early. In the middle of the night, she was awakened by Jonathan trying to get on to her cot. "Jonathan, what are you doing?" Kelly asked, still half asleep. "It's been more than a week since the last time I had some action. I can't take it anymore. Kem and the guys are not here to hear us," Jonathan said. Kelly though whether Jonathan remembered how mean he had been to her that morning. Then she wondered, if he couldn't bear to go without sex for more than a week, why did she have to sometimes go even months without any sex? How often had he cheated on her? As Jonathan started hiking up her night gown, Kelly wanted to ask him whether he wants to fuck her because there aren't any prostitutes around, but decided that it wasn't time to start an argument; they were in middle of nowhere, with only themselves to turn to and depend on. In reality she was also in need of a relief from the immense mental pressure. While moaning, she spread-opened her legs. The cot was so narrow, her legs slid down from either sides of the narrow cot and the heels touched the ground. Jonathan quickly jumped in between her thighs and entered her. "Aaaaahhhhh, your pussy is always so tight," Jonathan said before started thrusting his hips. As Jonathan frantically thrust into Kelly, the frame of the cot creaked and threatened to break apart. She lifted her feet off the ground and wrapped her long, shapely legs around his hips as she started enjoying the pleasure of being loved by her husband. She thought that, at least, in that isolated place, he was paying her more attention, and she would enjoy that delicious feeling more often than back at home. Kelly felt Jonathan become even more frantic and, by experience, she knew that he was about to orgasm. The pent-up sexual pressure had taken a toll on him and he was about to orgasm within half a minute. "A little more, honey. Just a little more," Kelly tried to encourage her husband to withstand the pleasure a little more and provide her some kind of satisfaction. But Jonathan thrust hard into her one last time and released his orgasm. In disappointment, Kelly let her legs untangle and fall back onto the floor. "Whew, I needed that," Jonathan said while climbing off of Kelly. Kelly didn't answer and kept quiet. While satisfying himself, Jonathan had just stirred her lust and left her hanging, thus leaving her even more frustrated. ***************** The next day, after finishing their breakfast, Jonathan said, "Kelly, I understand it's hard for you since the Leopan guy is refusing to talk to you. The bastard still doesn't trust us. If anyone in this tribe knows the location of the gold, it should be him. But he's a hard nut to crack." "Yes, I also believe that he's the key. It's just so hard to get his attention, let alone talk to him," Kelly said. "You know? Last night, I had an idea to get the men's attention," Jonathan said and stopped as if he was reconsidering telling what he was about to say. "What is it? Right now, I'm completely stuck and open for any idea that might have a chance," Kelly said, seeing Jonathan hesitate. "No matter where or when, there's one thing that rarely changes in humans... Men will always be men," Jonathan said. "What do you mean?" Kelly asked, puzzled by what he had said. "I mean, why don't you use some of your female charm to get their attention?" Jonathan said with a little smirk. "Am I hearing you right? You want your wife to flirt with these...primitive men?" Kelly asked with shock, and Jonathan didn't answer. "If we just ignore the fact that they most probably might not find a strange woman like me attractive, don't you think you are asking me to play with fire? We are alone here without any protection. This could easily backfire, and we could lose our lives or worse," Kelly said, trying to talk some sense into her husband. "You know I'm a gambler, Kelly. I see the potential reward rather than the risk; also, Kem left me gun to use in an emergency. I know that you also want to leave this place as soon as you can. I'm offering you a shortcut. You should be glad that I'm more open-minded than other men. You are lucky that I'm giving you permission to use a method that is otherwise unavailable to you," Jonathan said in a serious manner. "This is not right! This is not something a husband should suggest to his wife," Kelly said out loud. "I'm not asking you to sleep with the devil. Just show some skin and flirt a bit. I'm giving you a choice. Either you do as I say, or do it your way. We are not leaving till you finish your job," Jonathan said sternly. Kelly knew Jonathan was doing it again; pretending to give her a choice, but actually cornering her into choosing the choice he wants. Kelly let out a sigh and said, "I'll try, but let me tell you, Jonathan. This is a big mistake." "Mistakes are for the ones who lose. I don't expect to lose," Jonathan said, firmly. "I'll go say good mornings to the tribe and try to do my part. I hope you'll try to do yours," he said while leaving the tent. Never even in her dreams, Kelly had thought that she would have to demean herself by trying to seduce a jungle tribe; it went against all of her morals, education and profession. But she consolidated herself, thinking, as Jonathan always say, she needs to risk something in order to gain something. Kelly went to her backpack and started looking for clothes that would serve the purpose. She had come prepared for jungle, not for a honeymoon; so, the best she had was a mini, buttoned, straight skirt and a light tank-top; not that she was willing to reveal any more than that. With her D-cup breasts, she thought the tight tank-top, without the support of a bra, would provide enough cleavage and volume to grab the attention since the women of the tribe normally had B-cup size breasts. When she approached Jonathan, who was trying to talk with few men, he asked, "Is that the best you have?" "Yes," Kelly replied bit irritated, knowing that Jonathan was still not satisfied. After looking at Kelly from head to toe and seeing her nipples poking through the thin material, "Ok, let's see how it works," Jonathan said and, with Kelly's dictionary in his hands, resumed the conversation with the men. Soon, as Kelly worked with the women, she noticed that what Jonathan had said about 'men being men' has some truth to it. She immediately noticed men stealing glances at her chest. She didn't know whether those stares were filled with lust, curiosity or interest, but finally, she was getting some much needed attention from the men; it felt so wrong, but was better than nothing. It was hard to spend the whole day with the feeling of eyes scanning her every movement, especially the free swaying of her unbound breasts. She felt as if she was nude, but calmed herself thinking that, for the tribe, she was basically an exotic animal with light skin and a different body structure. What made Kelly uncomfortable the most was, more than few time, she caught Leopan: the rude and intimidating strong-man of the tribe, looking at her with an intense stare; especially at her chest. His eyes didn't fail to make her shudder each time their eyes met. By the afternoon, there was a great buildup of very dark, dense clouds, foretelling a heavy storm. For a region that has one of the heaviest rain-falls in the world, storms weren't that uncommon, but very unpredictable; this brewing storm had the characteristics of one of the worst. By evening, there was an onslaught of heavy rain. Strong winds threatened to rip out their tent, and Kelly was glad that it was properly anchored to the ground. "I hope they managed to avoid this storm," Kelly said while being intimidated by deafening thunders. The plane was supposed to pick them up that day, and for the first time, Kelly felt a bit relieved about not being able to get on it. "Those people are used to flying in these weathers. I'm sure they must have already made it back," Jonathan said while reading something from the light of the kerosene lamp. A Wife's Life Among Savages Ch. 01 Despite Jonathan's words, Kelly felt worried. She looked out of the tent to see any sign of the storm stopping. The night had come early due to the storm clouds, and she couldn't see the sky, except for the occasional lightning. A light came from the tree house and she knew, unhindered by the heavy rain, the tribe was cooking their dinner, separately as always. The heavy rain went on through the whole night and till the mid of the next day. The tribe's women were kind enough to send breakfast to Kelly and Jonathan, knowing they couldn't make their own without a fire. By afternoon, sun started shinning through the clouds. Kelly decided to leave the tent to join the women who were busy collecting earthworms that were emerging from the muddy soil. The worms looked very unappetizing, but from the enthusiasm of the women and children, she knew the tribe was preparing for a feast of worms. At that moment, Kelly thought she should hurry and make her own camp-fire or they would send her a portion of healthy worms next time. While being busy building a fire, Kelly noticed, with her dictionary in hand, Jonathan was in a deep conversation with elderly men: the ones who made important decisions for the tribe. She felt kind of jealous of him since, women either didn't know or chose not to talk about important stuff without the consent of men; she wished she could directly communicate with the men as Jonathan does. Because of this, Kelly taught all she learned about the tribe to Jonathan so he could use that information to properly communicate with them. "I don't understand these people. I literally offered to give them even guns in exchange for the location of the gold, but they are not accepting," Jonathan said in frustration when he later joined Kelly in the tent. "The location of the gold is a sacred place for them. From what you have told me so far, the warrior of the tribe carries a gold nugget on his neck to provide the tribe with the blessings of their god. Even though these people value modern things, they don't mix spiritual things with worldly things. Spiritual things can be only bought with spirits and souls," Kelly said, trying to shed some light and lessen Jonathan's frustration. "Are you saying these people trade using ghosts?" Jonathan said while looking at Kelly as if she was crazy. "No, no," Kelly said with a laugh "Things like, equally sacred items and people's souls." "Souls?" Jonathan asked with the same look. "These people believe the tribe gains a soul when a man marries a woman from another tribe." Kelly said. "So what do you think we should do?" Jonathan asked. "I think the best way is to find another thing that is sacred for these people and trade it with them. We'll have to wait for Kem to come back; he'll surely know how to get one. In the meantime, we should try to collect as much information as possible in order to know how much we'll need to make the trade possible," Kelly said. Jonathan thought for a while and said, "This is taking too long. Finding another sacred thing could take even longer. What we don't have is time." "I know, honey. But this is the only way I can see right now," Kelly said. Jonathan was quiet for the rest of the night, and Kelly knew he was in deep thoughts, thinking and planning something. ************** Next morning, even before breakfast, Jonathan grabbed the dictionary and went to meet the men. After preparing the breakfast, Kelly went to call Jonathan and found him talking with most of the men in the tribe; she was surprised to find even Leopan among them. She wondered what they were talking about. When Jonathan saw Kelly approaching, he said out loud, "I'll have breakfast with them," hinting her that she should stay away. Knowing how the men hated being listened by women when they are talking about important things, she also though it was best to leave them alone. Seeing how most of the men are occupied with Jonathan, Kelly felt she doesn't have to go through burden of wearing less, but didn't want to upset her husband. She joined the women in more revealing attire and carried on with her own investigation. Kelly was surprised to find that, by the evening, Jonathan got invited to the tree-house, and they were still deep in discussion about something. It was near to sleeping time when he finally came back to the tent, and when asked, she was told that they weren't talking about anything important. She felt as if he was hiding something, but decided to give him the benefit of doubt. Jonathan's intense talking with men went on for few more days, and Kelly noticed that, even when she wasn't wearing revealing clothes, the men were starting to pay more attention to her and sometimes even greetings; even Leopan greeted her with a nod once. The atmosphere suddenly changed, and she started to feel as if the whole tribe was beginning to be very friendly to her. One night while lying on their beds, Jonathan said, "Kelly, I have something very important to talk with you." "Is it something to do with the tribe suddenly being very friendly to us?" Kelly asked, suspecting Jonathan's meetings had something to do with it. "Yeah, kind of," Jonathan said. Then after a long pause, he said, "You know? It has already taken too long. If I get on that plane without the location of gold, I'm sure I will not get another chance to come back here. The company will ask me to go back to States and send someone else who is eager to get a promotion; I had to fight hard to even get this opportunity. We have to get the secret before Kem comes back." "I'm sorry, honey. I don't see a way to know it before Kem comes back. Even if you don't get this opportunity, it's not the end of world. There will be other chances," Kelly said, despite knowing that Jonathan wouldn't go through the operation if they fail. "You still don't understand me well; once I see the bets, I never give-up. I will achieve my goal; I must!" Jonathan said in a tone that made Kelly shudder. "Jonathan, calm down. Don't worry, I'll try to find another way," Kelly said, worried. "Don't worry, you don't have to," Jonathan said, a little calmed down. "What?" Kelly asked, puzzled. "Ok, now listen to me and don't interrupt till I finish," Jonathan said while sitting on the cot. Kelly also sat, knowing he was serious about something. "I found a way to get the secret by the time Kem comes here. For that, I want you to go topless from tomorrow," Jonathan said, and before he could continue, Kelly cut in, "Are you crazy? I'm a civilized woman. I can't do that. Maybe you don't know; only the women who are single go topless in this tribe; it shows availability for marriage." "I told you not to interrupt!" Jonathan said, "Yes, I know and that's exactly why I want you to do it." "What?!" Kelly exclaimed. "Listen. I learned a lot during past few days. For the tribe, we are essentially another tribe. Somehow, thanks to the little show you put on, couple of guys have taken fancy to you, and the elders agreed to accept us and in on their secret if I merge the two tribes through you," Jonathan said. "Oh my god! You finally lost it didn't you? You finally went insane," Kelly said in a more serious manner that made even Jonathan doubt himself a little. "Would you just stop interrupting me and listen, woman," Jonathan said irritated. "No, I'm not crazy. I have everything planned. The marriage ceremony is a bit different in Waraka tribe. After the official marriage ceremony, there's a week of courting period. In this period, the husband seduces the new wife. Only after that week, they properly consummate the marriage. So I'm planning to get you married to one of the men a day before Kem return, learn the secret, and we leave with Kem the next day; you'll just have to bear with a guy trying to seduce you, for one night," Jonathan said, admiring his own clever plan. Kelly had her head in her arms and was saying, "This is not right. This is so wrong in so many ways. You can't make me do this, Jonathan. You can't make your wife do this." "You will because you are my wife. If you can't at least do this for me, say good bye to our marriage," Jonathan said firmly. From Kelly's silence, Jonathan figured she has given up her resistance. "The tribe first wants to see the proof of this deal by seeing you make yourself available. Only then, they will proceed and choose one of their own for the merge. Let go of your empty pride and show a little breast tomorrow. I've seen better looking women do much more for much less," Jonathan said in a cold tone and lay on the cot. Kelly refused to say anything, and Jonathan went to sleep despite the sound of her sobbing. Next morning, Jonathan woke up to find Kelly in a knee long skirt and her bra, with a shirt in her hands, looking at it while having a hard time making the decision. Startling Kelly, Jonathan approached her from behind and unsnapped the bra that was keeping the big breasts supported. By instinct, she caught the bra before it falls down. "First step is the hardest. Let it go, you can do it," Jonathan whispered from behind. "You are playing with fire, Jonathan. Please think about it once more," Kelly pleaded her husband, hoping to bring him back to sanity. "If you love me, please do this. I'll not let anyone harm you; you know that," Jonathan said while planting a kiss on the back of her neck. Letting out a sigh, Kelly relaxed her arms and let go of the shirt she was holding onto. Jonathan slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the white bra join the shirt on the ground. Looking at the bunch of clothes at her feet, Kelly thought that she won't be the same anymore. She turned around and looked deeply into Jonathan's eyes to make sure he was serious about it. They shared a long kiss, knowing that, the moment she leaves the tent, baring her magnificent breasts, they would cease to become husband and wife. Before leaving the tent, Kelly hesitated for a while trying to gather enough courage and taking a deep breath, she opened the flaps and stepped outside. She was totally surprised to find the whole tribe in front of the tent, waiting for her to come out. By instinct, she wanted to cover her nipples, but Jonathan's hand that rested on her shoulder, reminded her of the duty he expected of her. The women let out a high-pitched sound, announcing their approval and the men had hard time averting their eyes from her beautiful breasts and her puffy nipples. Among numerous eyes that drank the magnificence of her bare breasts, Kelly couldn't ignore the lust-filled eyes of Leopan that made her cringe. Her whole upper-body covered with Goosebumps and blush as she let a whole tribe see her topless. The men, with Jonathan, once again went into the tree house to engage in another meeting, and the women started inspecting Kelly's breasts for an uncomfortably long amount of time. After spending some time with cheerful and curious women, she found it hard to fight against the shyness and retreated back to the refuge of the tent. After some time, Jonathan came back, looking for Kelly. "What are you doing here at this time of the day?" Jonathan asked almost accusingly. "It's too much. I can't handle being topless in front of all these people," Kelly said. "You'll get used to it after few hours. We are now committed and cannot turn back. So stop acting like a teenager and do what you must as a grown woman," Jonathan said. Kelly looked away in obvious anger. "Looks like you did well to make a good impression. There are two very eager candidates competing for you; can't blame them for being so eager after seeing your big knockers. So they are going to go on a hunt tomorrow and the winner is going to be the lucky guy," Jonathan said while laughing. "Is this a joke to you? Using your wife as a poker chip in a perverted bet?" Kelly asked with disgust while looking at Jonathan. Jonathan's laugh faded away and said, "As I said before, we are now committed. You don't want to piss-off these people while Kem is away," while leaving the tent. Kelly finally managed to get used to being topless and ignoring the men's eyes. She hated it, but what she hated the most was realizing that Jonathan was actually amused by her discomfort. Next day morning, Kelly saw the two candidates: Leopan and another young male, amidst celebrations, go into the jungle for the hunting competition. The other male looked less intimidating than Leopan, and she hoped he would win for her sake: it wouldn't do good to piss-off the strongest man in the tribe when she finally has to break the promise of being his wife, and she didn't like how hungry his eyes looked when he was looking at her breasts. Nearing to mid-day, Kelly was mingling with the women as usual when she heard cheers; the winner has already comeback with a kill for the right to be her husband. Despite being forced to participate in the humiliating play, she wanted to know who she would have to betray in a couple of days. Kelly slowly approached the gathering crowd and wasn't too happy about seeing the winner; it was Leopan. She knew things have gotten much harder, but thought to herself that she cannot expect everything to be a smooth sail. That evening, the tribe was preparing a huge camp-fire on the ground, and a small hut was being built on the ground, far opposite side to the tent. Despite having a bad mood, curiously, Kelly documented everything as the men and women busied themselves. "There's a small change of plans," Jonathan said while approaching Kelly. "Did you change your mind?" Kelly asked hopefully. "No, the elders want to do the ceremony today. Given how quickly Leopan has made a kill, they say today is an auspicious day," Jonathan said. "No! Let alone a whole day, I don't want to play this game even a minute more. I'm mentally prepared to be groped and molested by another man for one night, but you can't ask me for more," Kelly said. "You don't have a choice; I've already accepted; they expected me to give a decision, on the spot...Come on, it's just one more day. Don't be a cry-baby," Jonathan said. "It not you who have to play wife with a man you barely know," Kelly complained with obvious displeasure. Then after thinking for a while, Kelly asked, "Are you sure he's not going to expect more than a little flirting?" "Yes, I'm sure of that. It's some mumbo jumbo about angering the gods if he does it within the first week," Jonathan said. "Mumbo jumbo? Don't tell me you are gambling with your wife before understanding everything about these people. Jonathan, you better be sure of things. I'm the one in danger," Kelly said worriedly. "Ya, ya, don't worry. I have everything under control," Jonathan said nonchalantly and walked back to the place where the men were preparing to roast the big boar Leopan had brought back. Couple of elderly-women took Kelly to the river to give her a bath. Kelly insisted on being able to do it herself, but the women kept bathing her. She noticed that, during it, the women were actually inspecting her body. As the oldest looking one took great care to inspect her breasts and puffy nipples, she started to feel uncomfortable. Then their attention was on a small mole she had on her hip, and after some discussion they seemed to have accepted it as natural too. Being an anthropologist, Kelly understood why they were doing it; being isolated in the jungle, the tribe had to be careful about bring in deceases through marriages. It was a health inspection. After the bath, instead of offering Kelly her own skirt, they gave her a straw-skirt similar to ones the tribe-women wore. Being much taller than an average Waraka woman, the skirt ended up being the length of a mini-skirt length for her. Without the luxury of any underwear, she felt as if she was practically naked in that poor excuse of her skirt. Then, using a red colored dye made from some kind of leaves, they started painting dots on her skin in the same pattern of the scarifications they had on: alone the outside of her arms and around the base of her breasts. The sun was setting by the time they went back and, instead of seeking the protection of the tree-house, the whole tribe was on the ground, merry-making and dancing around the large camp-fire, with other food and large pieces of bore meat being prepared around the fire. Kelly was starting to feel nervous and shy; even without a beautiful white dress, with the atmosphere, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being a bride on her wedding day. Leopan was sitting on a small platform near the fire, and Kelly knew that the empty space beside him was for her: the bride. The women guided her to the platform and, without any urging, she sat beside him. Kelly tried her best to avoid looking at anyone. Despite the heat coming from the large fire, she couldn't ignore the body-heat coming from the man she was about to get married to. She discretely looked at him as he was busy laughing to something that was said by someone. With only a penis-sheath to cover his nudity, it wasn't hard to look at and evaluate his physique. Despite the facial features not being to her taste, she thought that he was an impressive specimen of a man. She felt bad about conning such a young man to marry her for the sake of getting a secret. With the reputation as a warrior, he could have gotten a beautiful young girl instead of getting a woman 12 years senior to him, who was about to betray and leave him before could even reap benefits of a marriage. Then, with the help of elders, the customs for the wedding started. Someone who seemed to be a medicine man danced around the fire while praying to the spirits and asking for blessings. After that, Leopan tied another smaller straw-skirt above Kelly's breasts, as a sign of announcing that she was married and no longer available to other males. The tribe erupted in happiness, and the women started doing their high-pitched yelling to give blessings to the new couple. The thin, short layer of straws failed to properly cover her above average breasts, but she thought it was better than nothing. For a wedding, the celebrations were simple, but wasn't lack of any genuine laughter and dancing. With plenty of roasted wild-boar meat, steamed wood larvae and fermented sago palm juice to go around, it was the party of the decade for the tribe. The celebrations went till deep into the night, and finally, the tribe started to climb into the tree-house, leaving Jonathan, Leopan and Kelly on the ground. Kelly felt sick to her stomach, knowing and not knowing what was about to happen. Leopan stood up and offered Kelly his hand. She looked at his hand and then his face; happiness and desire were written all over it. She wished she could run away all the way back to home, but knew she has no choice. For the first time since coming back from the river, Kelly looked at Jonathan, with fear, confusion and guilt was written all over her face. He slowly nodded, letting her know that it was alright; he was calmly sitting on the opposite side of the fire. Kelly let out a defeated sigh and took Leopan's hand. Then, instead of leading her to the ladder, he led her towards the new, small hut that had been built on the other side of the clearing. She had thought that they would be spending the night in the tree-house which would have prevented him being overly-adventurous. Spending a night with Leopan in an isolated hut wasn't something she had expected. With every step, she felt as if she was being led towards a torture chamber. All the alarms of her womanly instincts were going off at once, urging her to run away, but knew she doesn't have the luxury of doing that. As Leopan led Kelly into the small, dark hut, Kelly hoped that what Jonathan had told about Waraka people not consummating their marriage in the first week, better be the truth. A Wife's Life Among Savages Ch. 01 From the flickering of the dying camp-fire in the distance and the soft moonlight, Kelly saw a platform of bedding in the small hut. She wanted to treat everything as part of a dream and let her body assume auto-control. She climbed onto the bedding, moved towards the wall to give enough space for her new husband and laid on her side, facing the wall to avoid any interactions with him. Kelly felt the bedding move as Leopan climbed onto his marriage bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and pretended to have fallen asleep in an unnaturally short time. Her heart started racing as she felt his body-heat radiating onto her smooth, exposed back; he was close, close enough to almost touch their skins, spooning her. Kelly suddenly jerked as if she was electrocuted when a hand was placed on the swell of her wide hip. It crept through the straws and smoothly rubbed her soft skin as if it was deciding to go low or high. Then slowly, but steadily, leaving her lower-body, the hand moved upward. "Of course, the breasts," Kelly thought sarcastically. Instinctively, she tried to block the wandering hand by her elbow. Feeling the resistance, Leopan got close to her ear and whispered something. Her mind was in a state of chaos and wasn't able to translate what he had said, but from the surprising smoothness of his tone, she knew he was trying to serenade her. "A little groping wouldn't do much harm. It would keep him busy from trying anything else," Kelly thought and moved her hand, giving Leopan the access to her breasts. The hand took hold of a breast and lifted it up a little as if he was weighing them and gently squeezed the huge mass of soft tissue, making Kelly involuntarily gasp. Then the strong fingers softly kneaded her right breasts while being gentle enough not to inflict pain, but firm enough to make her squirm. Despite the horror of being groped by a stranger, she had to agree that the man knew how to properly work a breast; she moaned a little each time he pinched her hardening nipple and took pleasure in him experimentally pressing it into her puffed areola. Leopan moved closer to Kelly, pressing his hard muscles onto her soft back side. It was then she felt the initial contact of his manhood; he had taken off the sheath that had been covering his shaft, and it was now pressing onto the small of her back. From the firmness, she knew he was already hard and from the small wetness she felt on her back, she knew he was already oozing pre-cum. Over the skirt, his scrotum was pressing onto the top of her butt, and she didn't dislike how soft it felt against her smooth skin through the gaps of the straws. To Kelly, it was hard to decide the size of Leopan's manhood from just the feel of her back. It felt definitely different from Jonathan's, but not much different in size. When his hand let go her breasts and slid down along the smooth, flat surface of her belly, Kelly quickly grabbed his hand before it reached the string that held the skirt around her hips. She knew he was more than strong enough to ignore her futile resistance and force his way into her, and was surprised that, after her refusing to let go of his hand for about a minute, he gave up and once again went for the comfort of her bosom; he understood and respected her boundaries which made her feel relieved that she wouldn't at least get raped, and saw Leopan in a new light from seeing how much of gentleman he was, despite having the advantage of strength and the situation; this made her finally feel relaxed enough to let her mind wonder into more pleasurable feelings. While fondling Kelly's soft breasts, Leopan kept grinding his manhood onto her back while whispering soft words into her ear. She was too busy trying to keep her body tamed and in line to try to translate them, but she grasped few words that went close to 'beautiful' and 'good'; the young fellow was genuinely trying to seduce her. She found it to be kind of cute that this savage, proud, rude and brute of a man was trying to be romantic and a gentleman; his behavior didn't match his appearance at all. When Kelly felt a faint wetness between her thighs, she realized that, without her noticing, Leopan had succeeded in seducing her into letting her guard down; she was actually starting get aroused. He had lit a fire in her that she absolutely shouldn't have allowed; once started, by nature, a fire would spread. She wanted him to stop the skillful fondling and whispering things to her ear. Despite her not bothering to translate, the soft tone of those words alone added fuel to the building fire. She had to stop him before her body reaches a point that she would be unable to tame. Just before Kelly grab and stop Leopan's hand, he suddenly stopped everything and move away. She was in such a state of arousal and confusion; it took her few minutes to make sense of what had happened. Then she understood that he must have gotten near to climaxing and had moved away to stop that; she was genuinely impressed at his level of self-control to pull that off. She guessed that not climaxing might be a part of restrain that the Waraka men have to go through in the first week of marriage; a real test of courage and mental strength. Both Kelly and Leopan were breathing hard as they tried to calm their racing hearts and built-up desires. As she started to come down from arousal, she started to feel shame and guilt about letting herself get aroused by someone other than Jonathan. It took half an hour for Kelly to calm herself enough to fall asleep. Vowing herself not to let her guard down ever again, she went to sleep after making sure that Leopan was sleeping. In the middle of the night, she was woken up by some building pleasure in her breasts; Leopan was, once again, spooning and fondling her breasts. By the time she woke up, her body was already aroused and, despite her vowing not to, she let herself get swept away by the seduction and let her loins get drenched by her own arousal. After teasing Kelly long enough to make her start softly moan, Leopan started breathing hard and suddenly let her go at once. She was glad that he finally let her go, but was frustrated at the same time. The routine went for two more times during the night, and each time, Leopan brought himself to the brink of orgasm only to abruptly stop. Kelly was amazed how he was disciplined enough to deny himself an orgasm and be within the boundaries she had set; he always tested the boundaries, but didn't force her when she stopped him. As a casualty to his insatiable lust, she herself was at the edge and was highly aroused enough to think about sneaking off to get fucked by Jonathan. Kelly shuddered at the thought of having to go through another night like that. It wasn't that she hated it; she hated the fact that she secretly loved it. She wasn't afraid of Leopan anymore; after seeing the great self-control he possessed, she felt unusually safe with him. What she was afraid of was herself. She hoped Kem would come one day early and save her from another night of temptations. ************** After the heated night, Kelly felt the lack of sleep when she got up in the morning. Leopan had woken up before her, but was waiting till she wakeup. When she turned she was greeted with a wide, bright smile; even though his face wasn't attractive to her, she thought that his smile was beautiful and honest. She had to force smile just not to be rude or disappoint him. They welcomed by two women when she stepped outside; the women kept asking her about a bonding. Realizing that they were asking about Leopan had consummated the marriage; customs played a big part in their culture and disobeying them would anger the spirits. She told them, "No," bringing a relief to the two women and Leopan. Kelly adjusted the two skirts that had gone out of place during Leopan's seduction, and walked slowly towards the tent. Jonathan was waiting in front of the ashes of the camp-fire. "Had a good night?" Jonathan asked in almost a teasing tone. "Jonathan Pierce, this is no laughing matter. Because of your stupid little games, I had to struggle to protect our marriage vows through the whole fucking night!" Kelly said in obvious anger but tried not to show it Leopan, who was closely following her. Let alone swearing, she called Jonathan by his surname only when she was genuinely angry. "Ok ok, good to know that you managed to protect them. I was just worried that you looked so tired, but didn't want to ask directly," Jonathan said. Without saying anymore, Kelly walked toward the tent. "Where do you think you are going?" Jonathan asked in a hurry. "I need to take a bath and brush my teeth. I need to get my stuff," Kelly said, unable to figure out what made Jonathan panic. "Do you want to get me killed? You belong to them now. Don't you think they'll be upset if the new bride goes into another man's hut?" Jonathan asked and looked at Leopan. Kelly realized that what he was saying is the truth. A separate hut had a whole different meaning to Waraka; Leopan wouldn't have tolerated his new bride entering another man's hut. She asked Jonathan to get the stuff for her. When Jonathan handed her a bag full of Kelly's personal items, she asked, "So did you finally get the location of gold? Don't tell me I got groped a whole night for noting." "The elders are going to take me to the location today. They said we'll have to spend the night there, so I'll be back tomorrow," Jonathan said. "Jonathan, you can't leave me alone with these people; especially with him," Kelly said in a panic. "It's not like I can take you with me, or can do anything even if I'm here. Don't worry; Kem will be here by mid-day tomorrow. Even if I get late, you'll be safe," Jonathan said and left quickly; he didn't like the look Leopan was giving him. Leopan was following Kelly like a shadow. Even during her bath, he kept a close watch on her; he even checked the depth of the river before she goes in. She found his, almost childish, over-protectiveness kind of cute. She felt sad about her having to break his heart the next day; he was going to be the biggest victim of Jonathan's plan. Another big difference in Leopan Kelly found out was, he was now much more talkative and showed a more likable personality towards her. She used the rare chance to gain more knowledge about the tribe from the point-of-view of a man; still he was reluctant to share some information, not because she was a stranger, because she was a woman. One interesting thing she learned was that Leopan had married a girl when he was younger, but the bride had died after a from an unfortunate snake-bite. She understood why he was being so protective of her. When they went back, a woman reapplied the red dots onto Kelly's skin and combed her golden hair; the tribe didn't use combs, but the woman offered to do it as she had seen Kelly do it by herself. The children also flocked to see the strange action of combing; their tightly packed, curly hair didn't require combing, so it was something amusing them. When a child tried to pull off one of the strands, he was quickly punished by his mother with spank to the ass. Kelly realized that, despite being only shoulder length, the women have a great fascination for her hair; even more than towards her breasts. Then she realized the reason: her hair has a very close shade to gold. Gold was sacred to the tribe. To them, her hair had a great, rare and almost spiritual value. The tribe was very friendly to Kelly and was giving her the princess treatment. She ate lunch in the tree-house as a member of tribe. That was the only time Leopan was more than five feet away from her; even when she had to relieve herself, making her feel very awkward and uncomfortable, he had stayed close to her, making sure that she was safe. Jonathan left with couple of men to see the gold location, and she felt helpless when he disappeared into the jungle; for the first time, she felt secluded. As the evening approached, Kelly started to get nervous. She knew what was about to happen when the night came, and she didn't like how vulnerable she felt when she was alone with Leopan in that small hut. After the dinner, Leopan climbed down from the tree-house, and misinterpreting Kelly's reluctance as a sign of shyness, other women urged her to climb down and join her husband. As she climbed down, he was eagerly waiting right below her. At first, Kelly thought that he was there with a perverted mind to look up her skirt, but realized that it was too dark to see anything; he was there catch her in case she falls from the ladder. She thought that things would have been easier for her if he had continued to act like the jerk she had assumed him to be; now she was suffering from conflicting thoughts because he was being nice to her; the more he acted like a gentleman, the more she felt guilty about what she was about to do. Right after Kelly touched the ground; Leopan took her hand and led her to their hut: the place where he would once again seduce his wife. In the hut, he waited for her to climb onto the bed. She stood there for a moment, in her thoughts. She knew she would break this gentle person's heart the next day, so she felt an overwhelming sense of pity for the young-guy. After gathering her courage, she reached for the knot that held the skirt around her hips and let it fall to the ground. Soon, the one that covered her breasts also joined it, and she climbed onto the bed. Leopan was quick to take off his penis-cover and watched Kelly positioning herself. Like the day before, she laid on her side, offering him her back. She took solace in the fact that there was no moon that night to disclose her nudity; only silhouettes and shadows were visible. The cold night air was brushing against her bare skin, and for a moment, she felt a serene calmness before the platform creaked as her mock-husband joined and spooned her. Due to lack of clothing, when he spooned her, his shaft settled in the valley of her derriere; it felt already hard and hot. Without wasting any time, he started massaging her soft breasts to stimulate them; he seemed to be spurred by the fact that his wife has taken the initiative to reward him with her nudity: a gesture of acceptance. As Kelly's soft flesh submitted to the gentle fondling, she found her nipples starting to erect, attracting more attention from Leopan's adventurous fingers. His body pressing against her back felt so warm, and his manhood rubbing against her bottom felt even hotter. Despite the coldness of the night, she felt her body starting to heat-up and a thin layer of perspiration starting to appear on her smooth skin. Then just as the previous night, Leopan's hand abandoned Kelly's breasts and started slowly descending toward her loins; he was testing the boundaries. She felt a chill run through her spine and straight into her vagina when his fingertips caressed passed her belly-button. She knew if she doesn't stop him then, she wouldn't have another chance, but she knew she had already made a decision when she got onto the bed; his hand will not be stopped that night: the last night he gets to be with his new wife. Leopan's fingers brushed over Kelly's feminine golden mane and found the small pleasure knob that was already protruding, expecting him. Her thighs quivered and a moan escaped her parted lips as, for the first time in her life, she let another man intrude a property that Jonathan had a monopoly so far. Leopan let the tip of his middle-finger gently rub around the base of Kelly's clitoris, making her shudder and involuntarily grind her ass against his raging hard-on. When her clitoris became over-sensitive and the administration became overwhelming, she grasped his wrist. Understandingly, Leopan's finger went back to some exploration between Kelly's well lubricated folds. Once again, the sweet sensation became bearable and she let go of his hand. Kelly's light moans continued as Leopan serenaded her womanhood, and he managed to slide the other hand from underneath her to continue fondling her bosom. Before she knew, she was in his arms, moaning and squirming at the mercy of his skilled hands. His soft whispers of into her ear worked as a catalyst to heighten her pleasure as his hot breath brushed against her ear in a strangely seductive way. Then, without a warming, Leopan's gentle finger became rigid and sank into the hole that was oozing out Kelly's excitement. A choked shrill filled the small hut and was followed by, "Oh my god!" from her. When Leopan's index finger joined the middle, Kelly gasped, "Uugha!" unable to produce any meaningful words. Despite Kelly grabbing onto Leopan's wrist with her both hands, his fingers kept sinking, curling and pulling out, making her shudder and moan each time. Her loins had become a hot, wet mess, and she didn't even realize him thrusting his hard manhood between her butt-cheeks. Kelly tried to concentrate on convincing herself that she was doing it out of pity, not for pleasure; she was doing it in an effort to not get attached to the man who was introducing her to a new kind of intense pleasure; with Jonathan, foreplay was a thing that barely existed in their love-life, she had grown to assume it as obsolete. But contradicting her experiences, only through foreplay, this young man was bringing her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced even during intercourse. Kelly was shocked to realize that she was fast approaching an elusive, but wonderful orgasm which she had been lucky enough to experience only a couple of times in her life. She couldn't believe that she was about to have an orgasm from mere foreplay with a stranger. As much as it felt wrong, she was tempted to put the third notch on her orgasm record. Knowing how rare and a hard thing it was to experience, the woman inside her decided that it doesn't matter even if it was from a stranger, she has to experience it. Noticing Leopan wasn't still near to his orgasm, Kelly let go of his hand, having confidence that she would be able to achieve it before he comes close and stop the whole thing. With his free hand, Leopan intensified the fingering, and Kelly's moans became louder and lewd. His fast moving finger generated squelching sounds as her vagina prepared to orgasm, and her breathing became labored and fast as he brought her to the edge. Then the moment came she knew she was about to orgasm, and clenching her eyes and teeth shut, Kelly prepared to commit the first act of adultery in her life. Just as Kelly was about to fall over the edge and orgasm, Leopan quickly withdrew his hands. "NOOOO!" Kelly said out loud in anguish. To experience a moment of heaven, she had even prepared herself to forget that she was a wedded woman and be unfaithful. With Leopan mercilessly denying her the orgasm, she felt betrayed and ashamed. Kelly's whole body was still burning from passion, and her clitoris was throbbing, screaming to be granted an orgasm. Then she realized she still has some hope left. Even though she considered masturbating to be an uncivilized thing, out of desperation, she decided to use her own fingers to not let the brewing orgasm to go to waste. As Kelly reached for her steaming loins with her hands, she felt a firm grip on her hand, stopping her from grabbing onto a last hope of salvaging her orgasm. Leopan leaned in and said something. At that moment, she realized that, no orgasm in the first week, applied to the bride as well. Letting out a big, frustrated sigh, Kelly let Leopan lead her shaking hands away from her loins. She cried from inside when she felt the fire in her loins begin to fade away, denying her any chances and leaving behind an overwhelming sexual frustration; every inch of her skin had become more sensitive, and her body shuddered with the denial of orgasm. The feeling felt pleasurable, but painful. Thinking it was the god's way of punishing her moment of weakness, she tried to calm her mind and fall asleep.