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  Heather giggled next to me. “Not yet,” she said, taking her hand away. She stood up, turned to face me and let the robe she was wearing fall to the floor.

  I gasped at the sight of her deliciously curvy body. She had beautiful full tits with long nipples. She was a little self-conscious about her hips and thighs because they were quite thick. But together with a fairly narrow waist it gave her a lovely hourglass shape.

  A body that called to be bred.

  “If we really are going to start trying for a baby I don’t want to waste a single drop of that seed!” Heather said. “Now get out of your clothes and lie down on the bed.

  I was a little aghast at her use of the word ‘seed.’ Not because I minded but because it was so unlike her. Heather was a serious person, an academic. Hearing her talk about reproduction in such an honest way was…arousing, to say the least.

  I immediately did what she asked and a few moments later was lying naked on the bed.

  Heather crawled onto the bed on all fours, swung a leg over my waist and then settled onto my lap, her dripping slit pressed against my straining cock.

  “What’s gotten into you?” I asked as she bent over me to kiss me.

  Her smile widened as she pressed her soft breasts against my chest. “I don’t know. It’s exciting though, isn’t it? I feel so…dirty all of a sudden. I feel like I’m in heat or something. Like my body has decided it’s time to be pregnant and there’s nothing I can do about it. I nearly asked you to come to the bathroom with me during dinner. I was so horny!”

  This caused my cock to flex against her pussy.

  Heather giggled. “I’m glad you feel the same way.” She slid her hips up my body until my cock head was at her entrance. She let the tip slip in, then slid back, sheathing me inside her tight cunt.

  “Oh God, Heather,” I moaned. The delicious sensation of fleshy walls of hot wet muscle squeezing my shaft nearly made me come.

  “You’re nearly there, aren’t you?” Heather asked.

  I nodded and looked away. It was disappointing that I wasn’t able to last longer for her.

  “It’s okay. I’m going to make you come. I want you to feel good. Besides, I have a plan.” She flashed a wicked grin as she began to grind her pelvis against me.

  As her pussy squeezed my cock I lost all control. Cum flooded into my vas, charging towards release. I winced and grabbed Heather by the hips as my body began to buck.

  She held her hands against my chest as I released into her.

  As the orgasm ebbed I felt the backwash of my ejaculate come running out of her pussy and down my shaft onto my balls. My cock began to soften inside her but Heather didn’t move.

  “I’m sorry,” I muttered.

  She leaned forward and pressed her chest against mine again. “It’s okay. Remember? I have a plan?”

  “What’s your big plan then?” I asked.

  “I thought I’d ask you some more about how you’d feel watching me take a big black dick in my pussy?” she whispered.

  My cock began to rise.

  Chapter Three

  Gazing into Heather’s eyes, I found myself somewhat paralyzed. Something about the way she was smiling and staring at me was mesmerizing.

  “Is that why you wanted to come with me to Africa?” she asked. “So you could finally live out your dark fantasy?”

  I shook my head. “I…dark fantasy? You’re crazy! I just started thinking about this because James brought it up!” I protested.

  “But something about thinking me with a black man does turn you on?” She gave my hardening cock a squeeze with her pussy.

  I sighed. Not only was my swelling muscle evidence of that, the way it made me feel was clear, too. If only to me. “I don’t…I don’t think I could actually watch you do it,” I said, more thinking out loud than anything.

  Heather’s expression changed almost instantly. The playful, wicked smile faded and she became her old self. The serious and composed researcher who couldn’t believe what I’d just said. “Jason I’m not…I would never do it for real. Are you crazy? I’m just…this is sexy talk. Come on!”

  The sudden change and the realization that I’d dragged a fantasy too close to reality softened my cock.

  Heather sat up, folded her arms across her chest, rolled her eyes and shook her head, then smiled. “Well that took the wind out of our sails, huh?” she said with a laugh. She flopped off of me and settled next to me on the bed, putting a hand on my chest.

  Once again I felt terrible that I’d preformed so poorly, and on our wedding night!

  “It’s okay,” Heather said. “Let’s try again tomorrow morning before breakfast. Want to watch some TV before we go to sleep?”

  But I knew this would be something that would haunt me for our whole marriage if I didn’t set things right. I propped myself up on my elbow and put my hand between her legs. “No. I know I don’t put my foot down about a lot of things but now that we’re married I think I’d better start. You’re not going to sleep without getting off,” I said, putting on my best stern voice. Or imitation of a stern voice. I didn’t do stern very well, as a rule.

  This had the effect of making Heather burst into giggles just as I found her clit with the tip of my finger. She yanked my hand out from between her legs. “Jason! That tickles!” she said, unable to control her laughter.

  So, instead of trying to force the issue, I slid down the bed, rolled her onto her back and slipped between her legs. I immediately got a nose full of the dank smell of my own spunk mingled with the sharp scent of Heather’s juices.

  Heather’s mouth popped open as she realized what I was doing. “Jason,” she whispered as her cheeks flushed red. “You don’t…that’s…kind of filthy…”

  But I could tell by the way she was staring at me that it was the kind of filthy she might like. Stifling my own reflex to gag I spread her pussy lips apart.

  Heather had a nice pussy. It wasn’t the kind of peach perfect cunt you see shaved in porn. Her lips were rippled and her clit peeked out from beneath the hood. She’d never been one for shaving and her bush was quite full and a darker shade of blonde than her hair.

  Her pubes tickled my nose as I pressed my lips to hers.

  Heather shuddered. Her eyes went wide and she sent her fingers crawling through my hair. “Oh my God,” she groaned. “That is so hot.”

  It was probably the filthiest thing we’d ever done. We weren’t really kinky, Heather and I. But now that it was happening even I was getting turned on by it. My hard on started to return. Excited by this new awakening, I dared myself to go further.

  Instead of just slurping Heather’s clit into my mouth, I dipped lower, letting my tongue glide down her labia until I found her opening.

  Heather gasped again and her mouth fell open. But she couldn’t stop staring at what I was doing.

  In a moment of passion I plunged my tongue into her hot hole. A gush of my own semen rushed out onto it.

  Heather moaned and shuddered beneath my mouth. “Oh fuck,” she panted. “Eat it,” she breathed.

  I obeyed the order before I full knew what I was doing. It was so hot the way she’d said it. I let the sticky liquid run down my tongue and swallowed loudly for effect.

  Heather’s hands balled to fists, gripping clumps of my hair. She got a wild look in her eye as she began rubbing my face against her pussy, my nose pressing her clit.

  I could barely breathe but I was so turned on at how I was being dominated.

  She came with a shrill shriek, her pussy squeezing at my chin. A moment later and it was over with Heather panting above me. She let go of my hair and scrambled back, then leaned forward. “Oh my God, Jason, I’m so sorry!” she said. “Are you alright? I don’t know what came over me! I’m…did I hurt you?”

  I was so incredibly turned on that I couldn’t find the words to reply. Instead I rose up onto my knees, grabbed Heather’s arm and spun her around. Bending her over so her face was pressed against the pillow
, I stuck my cock into her cunt and started to thrust.

  Heather reacted by pushing back against me. Her pussy was dripping wet and she started to moan as I slammed against her.

  It was a moment of unbridled lust like we’d never had. After a few dozen thrusts I felt her pussy squeeze my cock. I gave in to my orgasm and felt a rush of cum shoot through my cock, slathering the inside of her soaked puss.

  Heather shrieked again as she came.

  I rutted out the rest of my powerful climax before collapsing next to her on the bed.

  Heather turned to look at me with astonishment. “Jason, what in the hell was that?” she asked.

  I shook my head. “Not everything has to have an explanation, you know? Sometimes things just are the way they are.”

  Heather began to laugh.

  We crawled under the blankets, turned out the lights and had soon fallen into a deep sleep.

  The next few days were incredibly busy with preparations for out trip.

  We’d originally thought that I would have to pay out of pocket for the trip. But when Heather’s advisor had found out I was planning on going he called in some favours and managed to get a bit of money for my ticket if I would be Heather’s research assistant.

  I’d done a college course in audio production and was thrilled that I’d be able to put some of skills to use in the field. It would certainly give me a leg up applying for jobs when we got back.

  After a hectic few days we found ourselves at the airport boarding a plane.

  We first flew to London before transferring to a twelve hour flight that took us to Koflao, the capital city of Enusi.

  Getting off the plane and stepping out of the airport felt like walking into a completely different world.

  I was still taking it all in when a stout black man wearing sun glasses and a white shirt approached us, smiling. “Miss Heather?” he asked.

  Heather flashed a smile at me at being called ‘Miss’ anything, then took the stranger’s outstretched hand and shook it. “Yes,” she said.

  The man’s grin widened. “Welcome to Enusi. My name is Kwabena. Professor Davison asked me to help you while you are here. He’s a very good man.”

  Heather nodded. “He is. And thank-you for doing this. I’m not sure I could find my way around without someone helping.”

  Kwabena nodded. “I am here at your disposal.” Then he turned and looked at me. “And who is this?”

  Heather looked puzzled for a moment. “Oh, did Professor Davison not mention?” she asked.

  “Mention what?” Kwabena said.

  “That there were two of us coming. This is…”

  I’ll never forget the feeling that passed through me in that moment as she paused. The world seemed to shift the way it does in the movies, when the move the camera and change the zoom at the same time.

  An exhilaration raced through me, followed by a terrible dread. I knew by the look in Heather’s eye, the same wild look I’d last seen a few days ago, that this wouldn’t just be an ordinary research trip.

  This would be something far more frightening, far more dangerous. Something that would either bring us closer together than we’d ever been, or something that would tear us apart.

  Her lips parted. She moistened them with her tongue as she stared into my eyes. I’d never seen the look she was giving me but I understood, somehow, what it meant.

  As she raised one eyebrow slightly, I responded with a single nod.

  A smile flirted with the edges of her mouth. She turned to Kwabena again. “This is my research assistant. Jason. You can call him Jay.”

  Kwabena nodded and flashed a polite smile but didn’t shake my hand. “Okay. No problem,” he said, turning to Heather again. “Right this way to the car and I’ll drive you to the hotel,” he said, waving towards the parking lot in the distance. “How was your flight?”

  As the two of them began walking and chatting I was left to collect our bags and trundle along after them.

  I still don’t understand why I did it, why I nodded instead of shaking my head. I didn’t understand what had gotten into Heather, either. At the time I told myself that not everything had to have an explanation. Sometimes things just were they way they were.

  I also had no idea what sort of ride I’d just signed up for with that nod.

  Chapter Four

  It became clear to me even walking across the parking lot just how prescient James had been.

  As Heather and Kwabena walked in front of me men seemed to pop up from behind cars and buses, emerge from buildings and newspaper stalls. Cars slowed as they drove by, eyes peering out from lowered windows.

  Maybe part of it was my imagination. I felt drunk on a cocktail of emotions I could not ply apart. The burning excitement of not knowing what game Heather was playing would get slashed apart by a jealous anguish at the possibility that she might actually be contemplating the fantasy we’d toyed with a few days before.

  But I saw heads turning after her, that much was certain. I began to play out the possibilities in my mind, to flirt with the idea that my Heather, my wife might be considering having sex with another man.

  I was crammed into the back seat of the car with our backpacks and gear listening to the pleasant sing-song lilt of Kwabena pointing out points of interest but couldn’t concentrate on any of it. All I could concentrate on was the look Heather had given me and what it meant.

  Even if nothing happened, even if all we did in Enusi was pretend to not be married, even just that was exciting for some reason. We had a secret now. Something that bound us together. Something only the two of us knew about in this part of the world.

  The hotel was a drab two story building made of cinder block. It was close enough to the university Heather would be working at that she could walk, though.

  As I carried gear between the car and the foyer Kwabena helped Heather check in. I saw him shaking his head and getting a little worked up at the man behind the desk. Heather waved her hands, placating him, before walking over to where I was standing with our gear.

  “I’m afraid there’s only one room,” she said. “We’ll have to share.”

  Kwabena came up behind her. “Miss Heather, please, I will try to find another room somewhere else in a different hotel. I wouldn’t want you to…”

  “Really Kwabena, it’s alright,” she said, and put a hand on his arm.

  This silenced him but in such a way that made my heart race. His eyes shot down to where she was touching him. Only for a split second and in a way that only someone who knew to look for it would see.

  But I saw. As did Heather, by the smile that curled her lips. Her hand lingered on his arm for precisely a moment too long. The kind of linger that makes men, all men of all races and creeds, perk up and start paying attention. Makes them start searching for other cues.

  Kwabena’s friendly smile didn’t do anything to conceal he had begun searching for other cues. When he looked at her he wasn’t just looking at her anymore. He had begun studying her smile, the way she looked at him, for how long and where.

  It was the patient studiousness of a man who had gotten his first whiff of possibility and was now sniffing the air to confirm the scent.

  “We’ll be fine, Kwabena. Really. Jay and I have had to share rooms before,” Heather explained.

  Kwabena’s smile as she did had none of the politeness or good humor it had in the airport. Because now I wasn’t just a research assistant bumbling along behind him.

  Now I was a threat.

  Even that excited me. That another man who had nothing to do with Heather, who barely knew her, was thinking about her in that way. He was, I was sure, at that very moment plotting how to remove me from the equation so he could get her alone and start trying to open her up for himself.

  “Well if you are sure,” he said, finally.

  “Absolutely sure,” Heather confirmed with a nod.

  “In that case I will let you get settled. I will wait here and once yo
u have freshened up I will show you the university and we will go for dinner.” He shot me a begrudging look. “Will you be joining us?” he asked.

  As if my very presence were an imposition. As if he had more right to Heather than I had. As if she weren’t my wife, but his.

  “If…that’s alright?” I asked, turning to look at Heather. It was thrilling, picking up the ball and running with it, not knowing where or how the game would end.

  “Oh that’s fine,” she said in her most dismissive tone. And just like that we had turned me into an afterthought.

  Upstairs in the room, once the door slammed shut, Heather pressed me up against the wall, pawing at me and pulling on my belt. She smothered me with kisses, then, when she’d freed my member, spun around, yanked her pants down and presented me with her glistening pussy.

  There was nothing I could do to resist the urge to press against her, split her pink pussy open and sink inside.

  Her low moan as I did made my cock flex. With her hands up on the wall she started pushing back onto me, meeting my thrusts with her own, acting like the animal she’d called herself. My bitch in heat.

  In spite of my arousal I found myself able to last longer as I fucked her. Putting my hands on her ass cheeks twerking in front of me, I plowed into her, grunting like a pig.

  After a while Heather emitted a string of “yes…yes…yes” and I felt her pussy clench.

  As if on cue my body responded, my groin tightening, cock hardening, cum surging through it and spraying into her womb.

  Heather let out a low groan, as if me spilling my load into her was the ultimate pleasure.

  I coasted through the tail end of my orgasm with a few more thrusts before stepping back and falling out of her.

  A trickle of my cum dribbled out of her and ran down her leg. Heather pulled her pants back on and turned to face me.

  “What…what are we doing?” I whispered.

  Heather shook her head. “I don’t know. Do you?” she replied.

  I shook my head. I didn’t know either. But it was thrilling and knew and scary and, like a ride on a roller coaster, I didn’t want it to stop.