Chapter Seven: The White Wife Lost in the African Jungle

That throbbing, pulsating cock once again ravaged me, and I was

stimulated to the point of near fainting by the constant ejaculation of its scalding hot semen.

Then, in my dream, I heard Jarica say, "Damn! Brandy, why is your pussy so wet?

I've never seen your pussy like this before, it's like a flood."

What was happening? My hazy mind began to clear. Jarica's voice

sounded so much like my husband Hank's!

I struggled to open my eyes and saw my husband Hank, naked, straddling me. My

husband Hank was the man who had ejaculated his hot semen into me in my sleep. Was this a dream? Or

not ? What was going on? But I was truly happy to see that the one fucking me so well was

my own husband.

Hank caressed my two hard, now dark red and purplish-black nipples, while his thick, hard

cock continued to ejaculate inside me. Then, he moved up a little and gave me a deep, passionate

French kiss.

After a long, sizzling kiss that almost left me breathless, Hank

asked with a wicked grin, "Young and beautiful lady, what did you dream about?"

"N-nothing...! I didn't dream about anything," I lied without batting an eye, mustering my courage.

"Bullshit! You were yelling in your sleep, begging Jarica to keep fucking you. Tell me the truth!

Did you dream that Jarica was fucking you?" Hank replied.

"Yes... I... maybe... I don't know, I was asleep," I mumbled

softly . This was truly embarrassing.

"You dreamed that Jarica was fucking you, didn't you? You were dreaming, dreaming that lots of long

black men's big cocks were fucking you, weren't you?"

I was speechless for a moment, so I had to cover it up.

"Yes, I dreamed about it." "I'm sorry, I don't know who that was, or why I had that

dream. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have had that dream." [There's nothing to apologize for. I was just thinking about dreaming that you

were being fucked by a black man. I guess that scene was really exciting.] Hank

interrupted me before I could finish.

After saying that, Hank rolled off me, propped himself up on his elbow, and tilted his head,

looking at me meaningfully.

I quickly tried to change the subject, so I feigned composure and said coquettishly, "You rascal, you

got drunk again last night."

[I know, I'm sorry. This damn Cocopa made me embarrass myself again. I don't remember

anything ]

[So you're going to take care of your own little hole again? Or let

some comfort your little hole?] A meaningful, sly

smile appeared on Hank's face again

. "You're an idiot, you're making me want to cry!" I stared intently at Hank, my heart pounding

, but I answered defiantly.

A strange smile crept across Hank's face; I knew he must know what had happened last night.

"Is there anything else you haven't told me?" Hank asked with a wicked grin.

I couldn't hide it anymore; my defenses crumbled, and I burst into tears

.

"What happened last night? Tell me what happened? What happened?" Hank

gently pulled me into his arms and continued to ask.

Then I remembered Jarika telling me last night not to tell Hank that the two of them had taken turns

thoroughly fucking me.

If I had to tell my husband Hank what had happened, I should only mention Chief Zumama

's name.

Hank probably wouldn't understand how his usually well-mannered, virtuous, and submissive white wife could accept being

fucked by two African natives all night long.

I thought Jarika was right; telling the truth here and now would definitely not be a good thing.

"Yes, something happened, Hank." "I'm sorry, I don't know why this happened."

Thinking this, I quickly said,

"Look me in the eyes, Brandy, what happened?" Hank asked, his face serious but his

tone gentle.

"I slept with that black chief, Zumama. God! I can't bear

to live like this anymore. I don't know why I did it. I don't know what's wrong with me." I continued

to cry

"Honey, I'm sorry. I'm the one who made you think like that. I really didn't expect it to actually happen.

By the way, did you wear a condom?" After hearing this, Hank unexpectedly kissed me hard and

asked,

"Condom! God!" That word was like a lightning bolt in the night, knocking me unconscious.

AIDS! When that word appeared in my mind, it was like a thunderbolt. AIDS

originated in Africa, and Africa is a high-incidence area for AIDS. Oh my god! In an area with a high incidence of AIDS

, I had sex with two unknown Black

natives without using a condom… The thought terrified me, and I burst into tears.

"No, oh my god! No! He didn't use a condom. Am I going to get AIDS? Is everyone in this

country HIV-positive?" I cried out in terror.

"Did he ejaculate inside you?" But Hank showed no

sign of panic, calmly continuing to ask.

"Yes, he ejaculated inside me." "Oh God! Hank. I'm so ashamed of what I did!

" I replied while continuing to wail.

"Oh, damn! I hope he didn't fuck you to death!" Hank muttered in a strange tone,

but I was so lost in my sobbing that I didn't really think about Hank's unusual behavior.

As I cried, my mind raced: "It's my safe period this month,

I'm not ovulating. So it's impossible for these black guys to get me pregnant. Thank God! I just hope..."

I haven't been exposed to HIV, or I haven't contracted AIDS. Oh God! I might have

AIDS . The thought made me burst into tears again.

Hank gently pulled me into his strong arms, holding me tightly and giving

me a long, passionate kiss.

Then Hank spoke, "It's okay, darling. This isn't the end of the world. So when you slept with Chief

Zumama , as long as you didn't get pregnant, you should be fine. I think most AIDS cases in East Africa are

in cities, not in these tropical jungles."

I stared blankly at Hank, trying to find the answer I wanted to hear in his words.

Hearing this made me feel a little better.

Still somewhat doubtful, I asked, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure," Hank said, kissing me hard again as he told me how much he

loved me.

Hearing him say that even after I'd slept with Chief Zuma, the black chief, and committed that shameful

act , Hank still loved me so much, I was overjoyed.

Hank continued kissing me, his hand moving to my right breast. He began

kneading my still-erect nipple while passionately kissing me.

Suddenly, Hank abruptly stopped kissing me, looking down at me and asking, "Did that black chief fuck you

really well?"

I didn't know what to say. I'd already hurt Hank enough; I didn't want to cause him any more

emotional harm.

But there was a hint of mockery in Hank's eyes. I knew it was probably better to tell the truth.

I looked up at Hank's face, who was looking down at me, and timidly replied, "Yes, that

black chief made me feel very good."

Hank quickly moved his hand from my breast to between my legs. Hank slowly

inserted two fingers into my wet, fleshy hole.

He continued, "That's why your pussy was so wet this morning.

The black chief's semen is still inside you. God! Because both my and the chief's semen went into

your pussy, it's a vast ocean." As he spoke, Hank moved his two

fingers in and out of my wet pussy.

The sensation of Hank's fingers swirling inside me was indescribable. And when I realized that

Hank didn't seem to mind me being fucked by the black chief, I felt

much better.

I started moaning loudly and began swaying my firm, white hips to meet

Hank's two fingers that were violating my soaking wet pussy.

Hank then began interrogating me, "How many times did he fuck you? Did he ejaculate several times? Which

parts of you did he fuck? Did you give him oral sex?" At the

same time, Hank's huge penis became as hard as iron. He straddled me again

, easily thrusting his penis back into me.

As Hank's penis entered me, I became excited.

I groaned loudly, arching my hips to meet

the onslaught of Hank's penis, trying to

penetrate it .

I opened my arms and tightly hugged Hank's back, my fingers digging into his strong, muscular

skin , my lips panting, "Ah... God!"

A thought flashed through my mind: this was the third time Hank had fucked me this morning.

Hank, panting heavily, shouted, "Ah...! Fuck you! You dare lie to me! He fucked

you three times last night? " "

Oh...yes..." As Hank yelled and screamed wildly, I confessed in

his .

"Ah! God! Your pussy is so wet from his semen! How many times did he fuck you

?" Hank asked breathlessly in my ear.

I swayed my strong, white hips from side to side and thrust up and down to meet Hank's invasion,

panting moaning indistinctly, "Ah...God! I don't know, maybe six or seven times..." Hank

exclaimed, "Ah!!! He came inside you three times, but you came seven times. Ah! God! I can't

believe my dear, horny wife was fucked seven times in one night by a black cock. Ah! Fuck! I came

..."

Hank then thrust his big cock deep into my body and began to spray large gushes of

hot semen into me. I tensed all my muscles, my whole body trembling uncontrollably,

my two already dripping labia tightly enveloping Hank's continuously ejaculating penis, trying

to absorb as much of the hot semen as possible.

Hank rolled off me, collapsing to the side, exhausted, panting heavily.

Next, Hank began interrogating me again, "Where did you do this?"

I told Hank how the black chief had asked me to visit his house. "I don't know

why , but as soon as I got to his room, the moment he touched my body, my flesh

became so desperately thirsty for a man's big cock. I could only let this savage black man insert his

big black cock into my lower body and enjoy the body of this noble American white woman as he pleased

."

After listening, Hank thought for a moment and then said, "Okay, if you've been fucked by him seven times,

I want to ask you, do you really enjoy the feeling of being fucked by him on the bed? Is his cock very long? Is

it very thick? What does it feel like when you're being fucked?"

I spread my hands about a foot apart and said, "His cock is about this long.

" Then I made an "OK" circle with my middle finger and thumb and said, "About this thick

."

Hank laughed and said, "So you really enjoy that long black cock? Tell me when that..."

"How does it feel when that black cock is fucking you?"

I replied, "God! I feel like a completely different person, I'm burning with desire

! Yes, I really love it. That doesn't mean I don't like your big cock. This big cock is very different from yours

. It goes in really deep. I swear, this big cock can go all the way into my uterus.

It's true, it feels so amazing. I'm practically squirting non-stop from being fucked by his big cock!"

Hank's eyes widened, and he gasped incredulously, "Damn! I really regret not being able to see

this show. Do you think this show can still happen, so I can see it again?" I

punched Hank's arm hard. My face flushed, I half-pouted and half-seriously cried out, "No, no way! I'll never let

this happen again!"

Hank gave a meaningful, sly smile and replied, "We'll see!"

"How am I supposed to face that black chief today? I

looked like a wanton prostitute last night!" I

said, referring to the black chief, but my mind was also on Jarica. Yes! How am I supposed

to face Jarica? Wasn't I also moaning and groaning under Jarica's crotch?

Hank grinned, giving a disdainful snort, "That black chief is no

different . He'll think he's secretly having sex with my wife, and that his stupid husband knows nothing about it.

He'll definitely pretend nothing happened last night. Right now, all he can think about is how to put

his black cock back inside my wife."

"I promise I won't let that happen again!" I swore solemnly.

After hearing my impassioned promise, Hank gave a strange, meaningful smile and

said, "Alright! Brandy." I wish this could happen again. And I wish

I could witness it with my own eyes this time

. After hearing this, I was both ashamed and angry, and punched Hank angrily. I stomped my foot and shouted, "Bullshit! Hank,

your idea sounds like you, as a husband, enjoy letting your wife

sleep with other men like a street prostitute, doesn't it? No mentally sound husband would enjoy watching his wife

sleep with other men!"

Hank replied nonchalantly, "I'm not a normal man to begin with. I dream of seeing

you—my wife—sleep with other men, being ridden by other men. As soon as we leave home,

I want you to become like a wanton, promiscuous slut. Apart from us, only heaven,

earth, you, and I know about it!"

I was stunned by Hank's words, my mind spinning.

I couldn't suppress my grief and anger and shouted, "Playing the role of a slut in words and actions is completely different from

being a slut!" Last night, this black chief fucked me like a prostitute.

Are you trying to tell me that you were happy to see your wife being ridden by another man

? Hank saw that I was really angry, so he quickly pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard.

Then Hank said, "Yes, I do want to see, and I want to see my wife

become ! And forever a wanton, wanton slut. And if you

could actually enjoy that kind of life, that would make me ecstatic!

It sounds like a husband is sick to watch his wife being brutally fucked by another man in front of him

, and to be gleeful about having another man's child in her womb.

But my current state is actually far more perverted than that."

Before Hank finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Jarica shouted from outside the door, "You two immature brats better get up and eat breakfast,

they might be clearing the table!"

I looked at Hank, feeling utterly depressed, and said, "Tell them I'm sick, I'm not feeling well. I'm not going to

leave . I can't face that black chief or anyone else here. I can't be sure if that

damn black chief has already told all the other blacks in the village about how he slept with me, a

white "

Hank kissed me and asked if I was sure I just wanted to stay in the room all day, and if I felt

okay.

I replied unhappily, "Yes, right now I just want to be alone. I barely

slept last night, and my crotch is sore and painful. I don't want to move at all." " Perhaps I

'll feel a little better when I meet these villagers again tonight."

Hank didn't say anything after hearing this. He got dressed, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me hard, saying that he

hoped I could recover before he and Jarica and the others returned tonight.

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