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Tribal Surprise For My Wife
by Bhuralund (bhuralund@gmail.com)
***
I planned a surprise vacation for my wife, but when we
reached the secluded location in the middle of nowhere
- tribal Indians - who were there to help us cook,
clean and guide us, only helped themselves to the
(ab)use of different parts of my wife. (M+/MF, wife,
bi, intr, ws, size, alcohol, creampie)
***
It was a surprise for her. We hadn't been on a holiday
for some time and when I asked my wife to pack up for a
week, she was curious. Normally she does all the
planning and I am called in only to make the
payments... so this was a real departure from the norm
for us... even though we had been married for 10 years.
She pestered me to tell her where it was but all I said
was that soon she would find out.
In fact I had booked an old colonial bungalow in the
midst of deep jungles in central India. A local tribal
was running a small NGO to raise funds for the
education of their children by running this bungalow as
a niche tourist place. They organized jungle safaris,
photography sessions, angling, trekking and other
(safe) adventure tourism related activities. I had
arranged for safaris and angling sessions.
Anyway, three hours into the drive towards our
destination, I had no choice but tell her where we were
heading or she would have pulled my hair out. She was
very happy to hear that we were going far away from the
madding crowds. We arrived at a small town where our
guide was supposed to pick us up. He was already
waiting for us at the only post office in the town
together with two other men. All three hopped in the
back of my car as we sped away to the deeper jungles.
About half an hour later we reached a ranger station.
No private cars were allowed inside the national park
so we parked our car in the lot and rented a jeep. Once
everything was loaded in, we moved again. Five of us
and the driver made it a cramp in the old jeep but
after two hours of slow and bumpy jungle ride we were
at the rest house.
It looked like an old bungalow and although the paint
was peeling and the building old, it was very charming.
The two additional men who came with the guide turned
out to be the cook and housekeeper promised by the NGO
to take care of us. As it was late evening already we
decided to rest.
After a nice warm bath (there was no shower) we
gathered in the garden for a nice fire lit dinner. I
was surprised to see that the cook and the housekeeper
- both tribal men - had changed into just a half-
sarong, tied loosely around their waists; it only
reached their mid thighs. But they were not conscious
of their almost complete nudity at all. My wife, raised
and married as a conservative shy girl, was stealing
glances at their shiny black bodies, oiled and
glistening in the flickering fire from the bonfire.
Their muscles rippled under their velvet black skin
with each movement while they set up the table and
chairs and arranged the food in the garden.
Then the cook got busy preparing dinner in the kitchen
and the housekeeper asked us if we wanted drinks. "Of
course," I said. And soon we were both nursing rum and
cokes. Either the cook was slow or he was preparing a
lavish dinner because I realized that it was already an
hour before the first of the food appeared before us.
And by then, we had already downed four large rums. I
was slightly drunk (and so was my wife) when I noticed
that the housekeeper was stoking the fire. Hunched on
his heels, he had squatted down and that revealed that
he was not wearing any underwear under his sarong. In
that position, I could clearly see two bulging sacks of
his ball and a long limp noodle of his black cock.
I turned to my wife and realized her eyes were glued to
his cock too. He too noticed her but quickly turned his
gaze pretending that he hadn't noticed. His legs
widened a little bit more to give her a better view. My
cock, hardened slightly, seeing my wife of many years
openly ogling at another man's cock and that too a jet
black, uneducated unbathed slimy tribal. When he was
not doing anything, he just sat down by our side and
smoked a hand rolled tobacco leaf. After the viewing
encounter he ensured that he sat towards my wife and
gave her ample to look at.
His name was Joonda he told us in between. Later, he
went inside and returned with two more drinks. He
passed me my drink and turned towards my wife. Although
his back was towards me, I couldn't help but see that
he quickly scratched his balls while giving my wife her
glass.
Anyway, I got up and was walking inside to the toilet,
when he whistled to me and said, "Sir, this is the
jungle, you can piss anywhere...see, like this..." with
that he got up, turned around and started peeing a
massive stream of piss just behind the chairs. My wife
started laughing. She was laughing so hard that when he
came closer to inquire about her well being, she tipped
all her drink on to him.
"Oh I am sorry," she chided herself as she realized
what she had done. And without a second thought, she
kneeled down and started wiping his leg where she had
dropped the rum. I was surprised that the leg was
constantly getting wet despite her efforts to wipe the
wetness. Then I realized that he was still dripping his
pee slowly on the side of his inner thighs and my wife
was actually wiping his piss thinking it was rum. I was
very amused. Then my wife scooped some of his
piss...er...rum and licked her fingers.
"Umm it tastes different," she said. Quickly, Joonda
turned around and - I could hear the sound clearly -
filled a glass with his piss. He then passed it to her
and she started sipping it slowly, savouring it. "Umm,
very different...very dry... and the aroma...
wow...very... eh... masculine, here darling," and then
she turned towards me, "try a little. You will love
it."
Jeez! I was in a fix, if I told her that she was
drinking Joonda's tribal piss she would be angry at me
for not stopping her and otherwise, I will have to
drink this smelly tribal man's piss knowingly. I looked
at Joonda. He knew that I knew and he had this nasty
smile on his face as I accepted the offered glass,
sniffed the acrid stuff and downed a sip. It clearly
smelled like urine to me. I felt something in my mouth
and pulled it out to realize that it was the nasty
tribal's curled up pubic hair.
"What is this, Joonda?" My wife asked him, taking a
long sip from the glass.
"Madam, this is one form of what we call the bodily
nectar," he grinned and told her, "we make it ourselves
men for women and women make it for men. There is
another form of bodily nectar that women apply on their
face to nurture the skin and to make it gentle and
soft."
"Wow, do you have some now? I would love to have that."
Joonda, looked at me slyly and smiled, "Oh yes, I can
make it for you...just wait for a few minutes." And
then the sly fox winked at me and went inside. About
ten minutes later, he returned, his face looking
flushed and his broad black chest all sweaty. In his
outstretched upturned palm he held about four tea-
spoons of yellowish creamy "bodily nectar".
"It can't be kept...you must apply right now and there
should be no contact except the human skin," he said
and emptied the sticky gooey stuff onto my wife's eager
hand. Immediately my wife brought it to her nose and
inhaled. She seemed to have gone in a trance...and as
expected, she proffered her hand for me to smell it
too. One whiff was enough to confirm what I had been
dreading. It was Joonda's tribal cum that my wife was
holding in her hand. My wife at the same time lost her
balance and her hand went smack on my face coating some
of the still warm sperm on my mouth.
"Oh dear, I am sorry...now don't let that waste,
darling just lick it up," she told me and I unwillingly
licked his smelly tribal cum. The gamey smell of his
loins spread in my mouth and created a deep seated
sexual hunger. Suddenly I wanted more. So I darted my
tongue and scooped some more of his bodily nectar.
Actually it was delicious. I have been a straight
heterosexual so far but that night, my body was lusting
to have Joonda, the tribal man whose freshly pumped
sperm was held in my innocent's wife's palm. At the
time my tongue darted out, from the corner of my eyes I
saw, something big inside Joonda's sarong twitched.
"Anyway, how am I supposed to apply it," my wife asked.
In response, Joonda came forward, and gently plucked
some of his own cum in his fingers and it hung loosely
like a thick white rope of cream. He then asked my wife
to close her eyes and started massaging his sperm on
her cheeks, forehead, chin and even mouth.
Once her eyes were shut, he smiled at me, and hauled a
blackest of black cocks (I was wondering how he was
keeping it out of view inside) and squeezed it from the
base to let some remaining cum from his previous jerk
off leak out. Then he grinned and rubbed his fore
skinned cock tip on my lovely wife's lips. My wife's
pink tongue darted out and licked that cum straight
from his cock.
"Hmmm delicious. Bhura, isn't it nice darling," she
said, her eyes still shut and added, "Joonda, please
give a little to sir too." Joonda walked towards me
holding his cock at eye level and without my saying or
doing anything rubbed his cock on my lips.
Embarrassingly, my mouth opened on its own free will
and let the cock slide in and rest on my wet and soft
tongue. My tongue (also on its own accord) flicked and
started pushing through his piss hole. I was only
beginning to enjoy that cock in my mouth when the guide
and the driver walked through their rooms abruptly
halting my first cock worship.
But the guide, Bodhi, saw Joonda's cock slipping out of
my mouth and he whispered something in the driver's ear
who grinned cheekily. They reached near and plopped
down on two rattan chairs right opposite us. Both were
now dressed casually in their sarongs - the local
sleepwear. And the way both were seated, I could see
their black tribal cocks slowly hardening.
My wife, under the influence of too much alcohol, had
passed out on the large lounge chair - Joonda's slimy
cum slowly drying into flakes plastered on her face.
Joonda turned to Bodhi and the driver and laughing like
a madman, spoke to them in their tribal language. Bodhi
got up and checked my wife's face and burst into
laughter too. Then they sobered up slightly and asked
Joonda to arrange for some rum for them. Then they
started talking about the jungle and the animals etc.
After three rums, Bodhi got up and walked to my wife.
He was openly massaging his cock from under the sarong.
"Madam, madam?" he shouted but my wife was already
gone. We hadn't had any lunch or snack and after all
that we drank so much rum on empty stomach that the
booze must have hit her really hard.
When he didn't hear any response from her, he said to
me, "Her face is drying up if I don't apply some more
bodily nectar her skin make crack." With that he hauled
his own black cock, about eight inches long and four
inches thick and of course uncut like all other
tribals.
Then he started rubbing his cock head across my wife's
lips... slowly his cock became rock hard and started
leaking pre cum... and he started spreading his copious
pre-cum all across her face with the purple head of his
black cock. Then he slowly pulled my wife's gown up and
pushed her white panties to one side, revealing her
hairy pink pussy. It was not as dry as I thought my
wife's innocent pussy might have been. So my wife was
acting up!
Anyway, Bodhi, slowly eased his tribal fat cock in her
conservative pussy and slowly started fucking her
bareback. With each pull, I saw, her pussy lips clung
tightly to his black cock. Every once in a while, he
also pulled his entire cock out, his skin pulled back
to display the angry purple cock head seeping more
precum. And then, he would plunge his big black cock
again to the hilt. He was fucking her steadily...and
with a force that would have woken up a horse but my
wife was dead to the world.
After fucking her mercilessly with his dirty smelly
tribal cock, Bodhi grunted and collapsed all over my
wife. From the back I could see his balls expanding and
contracting, probably releasing all his potent tribal
sperm inside her fertile pussy.
Once he was done, he pulled out and thick white cum
started flowing out. Joonda scooped it all and harshly
poured it in my mouth saying, "This faggot loves to
drink cum."
Then it was the driver's turn. His cock was dark brown
and very very ugly. It was not straight like a normal
cock but it had a bent towards left and the cock head
was very wide almost like an apple. The piss slit was
long and that made more and more precum leak out. He
didn't wait and plunged in with his weird and ugly cock
all the way. How he fit that shape in my wife's perfect
pussy I don't know but I know he fucked her for about
10 minutes before shooting his dirty seed inside.
Joonda pulled me and made me suck all the tribal smelly
cum from my wife's well fucked and red pussy. Once it
was reasonably dry, he forced his own meaty cock down
my throat to make it hard. Within five minutes of
brutal assault on my mouth he pushed me away like a
used rag and fucked my wife like a drunken monster,
making her grunt and groan even in her drunker stupor.
The three of them continued like this for three hours
and just when I thought it was over, the cook, a
massive man on 100kg walked out. "The food is ready,"
he said, but then looked at my fuck-slut of a wife
sprawled with inviting open pussy, he added, "Oh but
let me sample this pussy first."
The End
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