Chapter 2
"More wine?" David asked, holding up the bottle. Don held up his glass, and the older, distinguished looking British man poured more.
"I'll have some darling," Freida said, holding up her glass.
The three of them looked at Cheryl, who seemed to be staring off into some other realm. She was lost in such a strange daze.
It was the evening after the morning's leopard incident, and as Don and Cheryl had continued to ride, he had talked to her. First, he tried to talk her out of crying so much, and then, he managed to convince her into leaving the safari early and spending the rest of their vacation on a beach, like he'd wanted to do.
He thought, since she'd been so adamant about going on a safari, that she would protest, but she had just nodded.
"All right. That's a good idea. At the next stop, let's get off."
The Lawrences, too, had decided after the morning's incident, that they would much rather spend the rest of their vacation somewhere else, too. So, the four of them had taken a bus from the rest stop, to a small hotel in some town whose name they could not even pronounce. The next day, they would be flying in their different directions, the older British couple to seek new adventures, Don and Cheryl to seek sun and fun.
Or so he hoped. They had finally been able to shower after three days, and while he had been in the bathroom, she had stepped in. She had gotten into the shower with him, and he thought it was a sure sign that se was horny.
Instead, she just started to wash herself, washing her tears away. When he had started to rub his hard cock against her from behind, she had moaned softly, but in the end, had pushed his cock away.
"Don, not now," she said to him. "I'm not in the mood."
Nor had she been in the mood during the early evening nap, and when they got up to meet the Lawrences for a farewell dinner, she was in something of a foul mood. When Cheryl would get like that, she would just retreat into herself, and sometimes, Don knew, it wasn't even worth it to try and pull her out.
It was better to let her remain silent, instead of having her say something sarcastic, snotty, insulting, or a combination of the above.
He reached for her glass and filled it up, then put it back in her hand. She did not acknowledge his gesture at all.
"Well, she is lucky to be alive today, isn't she?" David said.
"I would think so," Don told him. "But she doesn't seem to care."
"Did you clean that?" Freida asked, looking at the wound on Cheryl's bare arm. Cheryl pulled her arm away from the woman.
"Yes, she did," Don said, answering for her. "She just washed it off, but doesn't want to treat it with any medication."
"It could become infected, dear," Freida said to a non-listening, non-responding Cheryl. "I think you should tell her, Don. It could become infected."
"I've tried to, but she won't listen. Look, tomorrow this will all be behind us. And the day after, when we wake up to the sound of the ocean, it'll be further behind us. This is one trip I'll never forget."
"Nor I," Freida said, charmed by him. "Had it been me, I'd be dead now."
"Oh, darling, don't say a thing like that," David told her.
"But David, dear, it would not have been the animal that would have killed me. I just know myself. Fear would have set in, and I would have had heart failure."
"Yes, that was very brave of you, Cheryl," he said to her. "I was totally overwhelmed at the way you handled yourself when you were with the animal. Almost as if there was some one to one contact with it." She spoke then, for the very first time that evening, except to say hello.
"Did you sense that then?" she asked, her eyes still glazed over.
"Of course. Almost as if you were trying to nurse the animal back to health when you thought it had been shot the first time."
"If she'd only realized that it was a tranquilizer instead of a bullet, then the animal would still be alive," Don said, saying what had been on his mind since she'd had the snotty attitude toward the two men who saved her. He had, in fact, thanked them at the rest stop where they'd gotten off the safari.
"Are you saying it was my fault?" Cheryl asked.
"I don't want to talk about that now, darling. Now is not the time."
He knew they would have a fight if he told her the truth, and he liked these fine people they were with. He did not want a fight to ensue.
But she did. She stood up, and accused him of accusing her. His not wanting to talk about it was a sure sign, she let him know.
And before any of the three could stop her, she said her goodnights and ran away from the table, toward their hotel room. Don was stunned, and started to turn red, trying to think of a way he could apologize for the outburst. David was quite a gentleman, though, and knew the sticky spot Don felt he was in.
"Well, we have an early flight tomorrow anyway, old boy. I think we should call and end to our dinner anyway. So glad you decided to be our guests."
"Thank you for inviting me," Don said, standing up. "Here's my card. Honestly, if you ever get into New York, give me a call. I would love to see you again."
He kissed Freida's hand, and shook David's, then turned and left.
"Hopefully, when and if we do call, he'll have another girl by that time," Freida commented, as she picked up her bag and David took out a credit card to pay the tab.
He didn't want to tell his wife just how exciting a girl he thought this Cheryl was. It took a special kind of courage for a girl to do what she had done that day, and he was very much turned on to her.
But he didn't want to start anything. He and Freida had been married for almost fifteen years, and he loved her dearly. Between the fortune his family had left, and the one hers had left, they could travel around the world for the rest of their lives, spending mostly their bank interest to keep going.
They walked to their bedroom, she acting like quite the proper lady, which she felt was only natural for a woman in her late thirties. But, as soon as she took one last look at the town from their balcony, then closed the door, the woman came right out. David pressed her against the wall, moving his lips to hers.
As he ran his hands through her soft black hair, he could feel his dick stiffening in his pants. He started to grind himself against her, and she moaned softly as the kiss continued, and she slid her hand down to his crotch.
"Oh darling, I do believe you're hard again," she moaned.
"And that always brings the beast out of you," he whispered.
It was true. Freida could act like the most proper woman in front of people, but alone, with him, when he was erect, she was a hot feline. As she started to open the zipper of his trousers, she sunk down to her knees.
She moved her lips to the head of his cock and started to suck it between them, then slid her lips further down.
Soon, she had his cock head in her throat, and she could feel the way his balls were pressing against her mouth.
She would have brought him right off then, had he not slid his hands under her armpits and helped her to her feet.
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, then laid her down. She started to slide out of her clothing, stripping down to her bra and panties, because she knew how much he loved to strip her of those.
He brushed his hand through his black hair, then took off his jacket, shirt and tie. She reached up to touch his hairy chest, and moaned as she plucked at one of his nipples. Then, while he was opening his pants and pushing them down, she moved her mouth to his cock and licked the head.
"Oh, you do know how to turn me on," he moaned, and once he was completely naked, he started to lie on the bed, straddling her face.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, so that he could thrust his cock deep into her, and as he held himself there, he pressed his mouth against her pussy, pushing her panties right between her cunt lips with his tongue. He started to blow hot air right through the sheer, soft material.
Freida could feel the way her juices started to flow right then and there. As he was blowing air into her, her clit was getting stiff, then throbbing, and then her cunt was getting so wet.
She started to thrust herself up, and she moved her mouth up and down his stiff rod even faster than she had been doing it before. Slowly, she slid her hands up to his buttocks and began to play with them, slapping them gently, prying them apart, pinching and squeezing. She could feel the sweat all over his ass, and then, he slid her panties down.
He moved his mouth first to her thick black cunt patch and sucked some of the sweet hair flavor into his mouth. Then, he kissed his way further down, and she spread her legs as wide as she possibly could.
He started to lick her pussy lips, but not for too long. They were so wet that they just spread themselves wide open for him, and he flicked his tongue deep inside of her, licking away the warm cream from her cunt walls. When he tasted her flavor, he loved it so much that he started to throb in her mouth. Freida slid her hand to the base of his cock then, and started to work him. She wanted his load to shoot so much, and she started to massage his dick with her hand as she licked her way up along the underside of his shaft. Then, she sucked both of his huge balls into her mouth, and she felt him throbbing even more in her hand. Within a second, the first load of his come shot onto her neck, and as soon as she felt it, she quickly dropped his balls from her mouth and took his cock head back between her lips.
His whole body spasmed uncontrollably as he was coming in her mouth.
The taste of the cream was turning her on so much, that she could feel the way her pussy was starting to spasm harder. He sucked her juices out as fast as he could, then started to work his lips around her clit to keep her aroused.
Freida was sweating so much, and she did love it. In public, she felt it was not proper for a lady to sweat, and she knew, too, that after a sweat like this, she would never go out in public before a shower.
But in private, she knew how much fun it was to sweat and get hot, to rub flesh against flesh and really start getting off.
She could smell his strong male odor right near her face, and that was keeping her turned on. She sucked his cock dry, then pushed him off her so she could sit up and catch her breath for a few seconds. She slid her hand to the come on her neck and rubbed it into her skin, feeling that it would be good for her skin.
He sat up to face her, then kissed her hard on the lips.
"God, you are wonderful," he said to her, but he could tell that her mind seemed to be off somewhere else. "What are you thinking?"
"Oh, I don't know," she said to him, but he held her chin with his finger and turned her head, so she looked right into his eyes.
"Come on, Freida, darling. You can't hide anything from me."
"Well, darling, I was thinking of Don, if you want to know the truth. He seemed to like me, but he sees me one way. The stuffy me."
"I see. How would you like him to see you?"
"You know how. I don't think that I would have to go into details."
"I see," David said, and Freida kissed him gently on the lips.
"Oh darling, don't start to get jealous. It's you that I love, and you know that. I shall never love another like you. But, there was that girl in Lisbon."
"And what about the one in Egypt?" he asked. "That man?"
"And what about the girl in Iraq. You wanted her, and it was all right."
"And the man in..."
Oh darling, we can go at it all night, and tally up the vote to see who has had more flings on the side. But that's not the point. They're not even side flings. They're just threesomes. With men who turn me on, and women who turn you on. The sacrifices we make for one another keeps the marriage working."
He could feel his cock getting hard when she spoke like that, and she lay back on the bed and spread her legs for him.
"Fuck me, and then get me Don, darling. I would love it."
He looked at her laid out there, her bra still keeping her tits tightly encased. He reached for ' it and tugged at it, ripping it and tearing it right off. She gasped when he did it, but then smiled.
Her tits were heaving up and down with pleasure, and he moved his mouth to one of her black nipples and sucked it between his lips. He could feel the way her nipple got stiff in a matter of seconds, and when he opened and closed his teeth around it, she was starting to moan so fucking loud.
Oh Christ, put your cock into me, darling. I want to feel it."
He kept his teeth around her nipple, biting gently into her, and started to turn his body around, moving himself between her legs. She reached his cock and aimed it right at her eager to be filled pussy. He thrust deep inside of her, whacking his groin flesh against her thighs, and she let out a loud, pleasure-filled moan.
As he closed his eyes, he could see the blonde girl beneath him.
He had wanted her, almost as much as his wife wanted Don, but she had asked first, and chances were good she would get what she wanted. Chances were better than he would not, for no reasons concerning him.
But Cheryl had been in a terrible mood that evening. In fact, he had been in a bad mood since the accident with the leopard.
But that didn't make him want her any less. David started to thrust in and out of his wife a little bit faster, licking his way from one hot, stiff nipple to another, sometimes biting gently, sometimes licking softly. He could feel his cock throbbing in heir cunt many times, but he slowed down each time because he was loving the pleasure. He knew, too, that he had some ulterior motives.
It was true that they did have a few threesomes, and he always seemed to love it when the third was a girl, because it was always his idea when it was a girl. But when the third party was a man, he usually felt some jealousy.
Even if the man just kissed her, and she responded, that was a good enough reason for him to be jealous. Knowing that she wanted Don, before he even got to the bedroom, was making David feel jealous.
He thought that if he could fuck her into an exhaustion, keep himself hard for a long time, he might be able to knock her out. Maybe she would be too tired and would forget all about wanting the younger, handsome man.
The third time he slowed down, she pulled his mouth away from her nipple and held his head up, looking him right in the eye.
"It won't work, darling," she said to him.
"What won't work, Freida dear?" he asked, keeping his pace steady.
"I'm going to want him no matter how long you stay in me. You can fuck me for three hours and then come. I'll still want him."
"I see. Then there's no sense in my going on, is there?"
"To have an orgasm, there is. You'd feel so much better if you came. And by the time he's back, you'll get it up again. I know that you can." She kissed him lovingly on the lips, and he could feel the way his dick started to throb even harder inside of her then.
He thrust in and out as fast as he possibly could, and when the come started to shoot from his dick, deep into her pussy, she was moaning so loud. She was rubbing her hands up and down his strong arms and from the way he had his arms straight, with his palms flat on the bed, his muscles bulged.
She thrust up and down a little bit when he stopped, and then she wrapped her legs around his ass to keep him in for as long as he would be hard.
When he went limp, she let her legs loosen, and pulled back. He rolled over onto his back, and closed his eyes.
"Uh, darling," she said, leaning over. "Either you go get him, or I will."
He opened his eyes and looked at her, knowing that she was telling the truth.
"All right," he said. "I'll go see what I can do." But under his breath, he added, "But I don't know why he would come here when he has her."
But that night, Don did not have her. For when he got to the hotel room, she was already naked and in bed, lying on the right side and facing the right side, so that even if he climbed in, her back would be to him.
He did not climb in right away. Instead, he stayed dressed, and stooped down beside her, so he could brush her hair from her face. He knew that she wasn't sleeping, though she sure seemed to be trying to act like she was.
"Hey, Cheryl, are you okay?" he asked, and when she did not answer, he leaned over and whispered it again, this time in her ear.
She pushed his mouth away from her ear, in a rough way.
"I'm sleeping," she said to him, and he stood up.
"You know what you are? You're a fucking snotty little bitch. I can't believe the way that you've been acting today."
She sat up, the covers falling down, her tits revealed. He tried not to look at them, sensing that it would only lead to frustration, because she certainly was not in the kind of mood where she was going tb want to fuck.
"How dare you talk to me like that," she said to him, pulling a. pillow" in front of her body and pressing it against her bared boobs.
"You are. First you act like a snotty little bitch when I tell you to thank those men, and since you didn't, I had to do it and..., "
"How dare you apologize for me for something I don't think I should apologize for."
"It was all your fault, whether you want to think so or not. And as for this evening, well, the Lawrences are nice, refined people, and you acted like the haughtiest little bitch with them. No thank you for their taking us to dinner, either."
"Well, I'm sorry about that. But you started the fight at dinner."
"Bullshit. I just said what everyone on the safari not only saw, but knew to be a fact. You started by reaching out, and you continued by jumping onto that animal, which is still something I don't understand. Why the hell did you do that?"
"None of your business. Just leave me alone."
"You got it, baby!" he said, Walking toward the door. "But, you know something? Your fucking attitude had better change when we get to a whole new surrounding."
"Or what?" she asked him, almost as if she was counter-threatening.
"Or maybe I'll hit you back one day. You've hit me a couple of times to let out some of your anger. Well, baby, it's building up in me enough where I could easily break your neck were I to try and strike back."
And he walked out and slammed the door behind him.
He leaned against the railing, looking out at the view of the small town they were in. He thought of turning around and walking back into the room, but fuck that bitch
Instead, he went to get a drink, then came back to sit by the porch railing outside of their room. It was a fantastic view, and the drink was making everything seem better. Besides, he knew, he wanted to give her time to get to sleep. It would be so much easier to crawl into bed once she was out. That way, he wouldn't have to think about talking to her until the morning rolled around.
Just then, he heard some footsteps, and turned. He saw David approaching him. The man was not wearing what he'd been wearing before. He had on a pair of slacks and a pull over sports shirt, unbuttoned.
"Don, I was hoping I would find you out here, and not have to knock."
"Why? Did you two have a fight like we did?" he asked.
"No. Did you have a fight? Well, that's too bad. I'm sorry to hear it."
"I doubt she'll even remember in the morning. She's somewhat drunk and doesn't even know what she's talking about."
"Aha. Well, my wife is not drunk, and knows what she's talking about."
"What's that?"
And David started to talk to Don about their travels around the world. He told Don how he and Freida had been married for ten years before he ever had the desire for another woman, and how she had not liked the idea of it, too much. But then he had suggested that they do it all together.
As Don listened, he had no idea what David was leading up to, though he was rather shocked to hear about Freida being willing to go along with something like that. He did find her to be quite attractive, in a refined kind of way, but he never would have thought of her in a threesome.
"Anyway, we've been doing it on and off now since that time. When she sees someone that she-likes, she wants him, and I go along with it. The same thing with me."
"Just what are you getting at, may I be so blunt as to ask, David?"
"Would you like to come back and make love to my wife?"
Don closed his eyes then, and started to think. He knew that he would love to make love to the man's wife. She really did turn him on, and he wasn't going to be getting anything from Cheryl that evening. He was sure of that.
They did have an understanding, though. Since they had been going together, they had been quite faithful to each other.
"Is it that she doesn't turn you on?" David asked, during the pause, and Don shook his head, then started to explain what the problem was.
David laughed, and said that there would come a time when the cheating would start, so now was as good a time as any.
When Don heard that, he had to nod his head, and the two men walked back toward the English couple's room.. When David opened the door and ushered the younger black-haired man in, Don couldn't believe it.
There she was laid out on the bed, spread and naked.
He could see that she had such lovely tits, larger than he ever would have imagined. He realized that she dressed down, to try and hide this lovely figure of hers, and he had no idea why she would want to do something like that.
As soon as he saw her wet pussy, his dick started to get hard.
"Oh, Don, I can see that cock of yours stiffening. Come and let me take it out and give it some air. Come on, darling."
He walked right over to where she was, and leaned against the bed. She moved her hand to his zipper and opened it, then reached into his pants to pull his cock out. She kissed it gently on the head, and he moaned softly.
Then, he looked and saw the way David was starting to move his lips down to his wife's pussy, and he had to start smiling.
He could see the way the woman was thrusting up and down against his mouth, and he opened his pants and pushed them down, so she could move her mouth all the way down his cock shaft and deep throat him.
He reached for one of her nipples and pinched it gently.
She started to moan, and he could see the look of lust in her eyes as she kept sliding her lips up and down his dick.
The thing that excited him the most with this lady, was the way she had deceived him. She had seemed so proper and refined, and here she was, with a dick in her mouth just like any other cock lover.
He started to thrust faster and harder, and he could tell that it was exciting her. It had been long since he had been in a mouth other than Cheryl's, that the feeling of something new was a turn-on, too.
He started to come in her mouth, and she pulled her mouth away and began to jerk his shaft, the come flying all over her lips and tongue. As he saw her hungrily sucking at his cock he just loved it.
When she finished sucking him, she told him how much she wanted him to fuck her. He stripped off his shirt, and moved between her legs. Her husband moved out of the way, and she sucked his dick into her mouth, while Don was rubbing himself against her pussy lips, getting her wetter before entry.
He thrust into her and felt how nice and tight she was.
She felt so good, too. Her cunt was steaming inside, and as he pushed her legs up over her head, he started to fuck her even harder.j Each time he thrust in, his groin slapped hard against her buttocks, and when he looked at David, he could see that the man even seemed to be getting off on watching.
He kept smiling, first at his wife, and then at Don, as if he was really approving of all that was happening between them.
Don felt his dick starting to throb, but didn't come then.
He waited until the pulsations had subsided, and then, when he knew he could do a long series of thrusts, that was what he did.
She was like a real bitch in heat. She started to come so hard around him that he hardly even had to thrust, because her spasming pussy muscles were making him feel better than the in and out thrust movements.
But the next time he felt like he was going to come, Don knew that he had to go all the way. The surging was so sensational, that he thought he would never make it this high again. He started to shoot his cream deep inside of her.
When she felt it, she sucked more greedily at the cock in her mouth, working her hands up and down the shaft, too, hoping that her husband would start to come in her mouth that second, too. He came a few seconds later.
And after they all relaxed and caught their breath, he stood up and started to get dressed, thanking them once more for the evening.
"You could stay the night, if you want," Freida said ,ybut he shook his head.
"No. I feel guilty enough as it is," he said. "I hope that she doesn't find out about what I did. If you do see us tomorrow, you won't mention it."
"No, we won't. But our plane leaves earlier than yours. We'll be up while you're still sleeping. It was nice meeting you, Don."
"Do call if you come to New York. Really. You're a fun couple," he said, and he smiled at them, then closed the door.
When he climbed into bed with Cheryl later, he knew she was asleep. She did snuggle up next to him, letting her hand slide down between his legs so she was holding his limp cock. But he was too spent to get it up, though the next morning, it was on the rise with the sun.