A sequel to 'Cynthia's African Adventure'
Cynthia gripped her husband's hand fiercely as the aircraft was buffeted by air turbulence, the captain's calm announcement about it failing to soothe her fraying nerves. The 'ping' of the seat belt warning continued to alert passengers, on the flight back to England, of what was expected of them. Flight attendants strode calmly along the gangways like teachers checking on their rebellious charges, stopping occasionally to say something or to check that an overhead locker was securely shut.
"We have a lot to remember from our return trip, haven't we, darling?" Jeffrey suggested in response to Cyntia's continuing grip on his hand.
The aircraft juddered and was lifted before dropping into a void. It soon settled again, but each uncommon movement had been accompanied by someone seated close by gasping in fear.
Cynthia gazed at him and smiled weakly as he offered a caress to her cheek. "Don't let it worry you, Jeff. I've forgiven you for leaving me to spend some time alone while you went off on safari....or that bush trip you wanted to go on."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. We made up for it all when I returned, didn't we?"
She met his knowing smile and allowed the kiss to her hand as he lifted it to his lips. They had found moments to regain the settled ways that were so much a part of their marriage, but she felt immensely relieved that her secret of how she had spent the nights in the arms of a lover had not been discovered. She had again resumed the role of a dutiful and faithful wife who had gone on holiday and there to meet up with friends and business acquaintances from a life once lived in Kenya.
As the aircraft taxied and made ready for take-off, her thoughts had kept spooling back to all that she had succumbed to during two wild nights; to hours spent in the arms of her African lover as Jeffrey was away on a hastily arranged wildlife adventure that she had no wish to experience again.
Those hours and days were being left behind as the terrain passed slowly below them, and as she gazed out of the aircraft window, her view not to be hindered by the glare of the sun. The scenery, and the wildness of the flora and fauna, were only too well known to her.
The memories of the woman that she had become, or reverted to in Jeffrey's absence, was something that she alone had to deal with. She closed her eyes, sensing that the turbulence had been flown through, and she relaxed.
Without knowing it she drifted into a daydream and was unaware of her grip on Jefrey's hand loosening.
♥
"Don't hold them so tight!" she scolded; her voice uncommonly harsh after all she had shared with him only hours ago.
She had spent the day with her bra fastened loosely, a clip less than was usual. Her breasts had been, and they remained, sore from her African lover's clamping claims upon them the night before, Jaali's attention paid both in moments of foreplay and also during their tempestuous ruts, from times of fierce and energetic couplings that had finally wasted her. She had worried about possible bruising and that Jeffrey would have wondered about the marks upon them, if there had been any, to every place that Jaali's lips and fingers, his possessive hands had touched.
Oh, how her legs had ached from her efforts to hold him to her. She had fretted on whether the coarseness of Jaali's beard would have left marks on the soft flesh to the insides of her thighs as she succumbed to his tonguing and fingering of her, all of it a lover's homage to her body. The hours spent with him had been unlike anything that she still shared with Jeffrey.
It had all been so wrong. It had also been so wonderfully passionate and energetic, her body gloried in and lustfully claimed as she had taken Jaali so deep that she had feared he would break her.
But his patient foreplay and expert ways had prepared her for all that was to follow and she had revealed her most guarded place to him; the shaven curve of her mound and sex opening like a flower to reveal pink folds and, at their centre, her haven of warm and moist delight. He had seduced a way into her body and she had then known of his deepest possession and caresses of her sex.
It had been that way again on their recklessly passionate and exhausting second night and what had become the coupling of two people who understood the limits to their relationship, but who pursued a physical intensity that knew no bounds until it would come to an inevitable end.
In the days that followed she had wondered how the secret had been kept from Jeffrey and when he had returned to her and others staying in the lodges nearby; how she had been able to walk and not have Jeffrey wondering what had happened while he had been away. His decision to go and leave her to amuse herself while he was gone, for she had no time to make any plans, had been settled in her dissolute ways after Jaali had called on her during the tumult of a thunderstorm.
Jaali's deep, gravelly voice, the wondering stare of his eyes upon her, his touches and kisses, his ways with her, both ragingly primitive and also sensual in the homage that he paid to her body as they had coupled, drifted through her mind.
She loved with Jeffrey. With Jaali she felt that she had both been desired as never before and also paid homage to. That glaring difference made what she had with Jaali seem unforgettable.
♥
Even with Jeffrey again by her side and they travelled to visit those who had befriended them and had stayed on in Kenya to run their businesses, and they had once been counted among their numbers, she could not dismiss her hours with Jaali so easily, even when Jeffrey had sought to claim her.
He was good, but she had been unable not to imagine that it was Jaali who was again possessing her body, ravaging any remaining control that she had. Livid images of them fucking made her feel so alive and ready for Jeffrey's entry and for the orgasmic bliss that Jaali's ways with her, and his long and thick penis, had brought to her. To be taken by the man had felt so ragingly primitive and, in the aftermath of each night, she had felt compelled to bather herself thoroughly.
Such destructive thoughts would pass, she was sure of it, after some time of separation from her African lover. But it was too soon for that and she recalled how, on Jeffrey's return, she had toiled to close thoughts of her African lover and, instead, to be aloof and remote when Jeffrey was around. Jaali had to know that she was not to be owned by him, no matter how good the sex had been.
But all such thoughts and happenings had followed Jeffrey's return.
But, before that morning dawned, Jaali had again come knocking at her bedroom door, the other lodges pitched into darkness and she was clothed in only a thin dressing gown that Jaali had seen her wearing the night before.
"I can be with you again, lovely woman...you passionate beauty," he had kissed as they fell into each other's embrace and she had taken no time to undress him, just as Jaali had tugged loose her dressing gown's fastening and exposed her naked body to his lustful gaze once more. She had seen him tug at the bulge in his slacks and had felt herself shaking, knowing what would soon be exposed to her gaze and touch. "It is like I have been thinking about this all the time...of seeing your womanly beauty and knowing how real these are."
Jaali was enslaved by the sight of her body, by the pendulous shape of her breasts that were almost a disfigurement on a woman so tall and slender. He had even told her this in a moment of candour the night before. But he had felt their weighty warmth and gloried in them as they were cupped in his rough hands, his remarkably agile fingers smoothing over her erect nipples and squeezing them.
She had fallen under his spell again. "And I have become someone else because of you!"
"Going only once with you was never enough," he murmured in reply to her admission of how she had felt to be taken by him. He had pressed his lips to her throat as she looked up at the ceiling, one hand fumbling for his belt, then shoved down to grip the swell of his hardening penis, stroking its thick and veined length as she did so.
"The same goes for me!"
She shivered out of renewed lust and pleasure at what he was again doing to them. That a man other than her husband, Jeffrey, was paying her body so much attention made these caresses and claims upon her destructively special.
And then he had carried her to the bed where Jaali took to her as if for the first time, his hands pushing her legs wide apart and he had leaned in and buried his now clean-shaven face to her mound, darted his tongue into her slit and then sucked on her clit until it had become a hard and aching bud, a source of raging pleasure that sent tremors coursing through her body and provoked her to claw at his head and to keep him at it until she convulsed and was overcome by her orgasm.
Her pussy had gotten wetter and wetter from the prospect of having his thick and long love wand slide in and out. She had ached for release from the frustrations that she had felt as the day had dragged on until he had called upon her again.
" I make you ready for me," he kissed and then slipped two fingers into her pussy and worked them in and out, those invasive fingers often bent and dragging through her, to heighten the sensations that they again aroused until everything he did, the passing of time, became just a blur.
"How wet you are, Thia," he kissed, his mouth covering her mound as she pulled his head down onto her slicked and throbbing heat. "You want me to feast on you again, don't you? Do you want me to go on...to lick your wonderful place of love?"
He had used soft coaxing words on her, words that did not sound trite and simple, but only the truth of what she wanted from the man with his smooth skin, the colour of polished wood, and that he was only too eager to give.
