Wet Heat

A few days later, they saw something truly improbable around a bend in the river.

A white, stucco mansion in a palladian style squatted by the riverbank, its classical elegance almost comical in its humid, tropical setting.

The far side of the river was cluttered with tree trunks so they had to run the boat quite close to it. Jennifer had to scrabble around to find the bikini top she hadn't worn in days.

There was a wooden platform set out close to the river under an awning and as they approached it, they saw a woman sprawling in a deck chair watching the river lazily flow by.

The woman's lidded eyes slowly came into focus as she saw the boat move towards her. They widened and she stood up to watch the couple approaching.

She was one of the most magnificent looking women Jennifer had ever seen. She was in her mid thirties, very tall with midnight black skin and long black frizzy hair cascading down her back and the proud stance of a warrior queen.

She was also completely naked, with her full, thick voluptuous body entirely on display. Her breasts were huge and ripe like juicy, succulent fruit, her hips and thighs wide but her waist narrow, her bush full and luxuriant.

With a small slab of jealousy, Jennifer realised Jack was staring with unconcealed lust at this vision of full, womanly beauty. But then she realised that she'd been staring at her too and in her current, hyper sexualised state had been entranced herself by the fullness of her breasts and the curve of her hips.

The woman stared at them defiantly, seemingly completely unconcerned about her nudity. Jennifer wondered if she were out there all alone.

Without taking her eyes off Jennifer and Jack, the woman lifted back her head and called out towards the house, "Senhor Sebastião, senhor Sebastião, venha rápido, tem gente aqui. Um homem e uma moça bonita."

Then she continued to stare at them. Jack cut the engine and let the boat drift under its remaining momentum towards a small jetty. The woman just kept standing there staring at them proudly.

"People Vanessa, what people?"

A tall, pale skinned man in a white linen suit had appeared from the house and made his way towards the woman who was evidently called Vanessa. He had a brisk New England accent and looked for all the world like a nineteenth century colonialist.

"Ah," he said, seeing the couple pulling up at the jetty.

"People. My goodness, yes. I was sure Vanessa was just imagining things but here you are."

Vanessa looked them over again, said something to the man in Portuguese and sat down again in her deck chair, legs slightly apart and got back to watching the river.

"I am Sebastian. Very pleased to meet you."

He offered his hand to Jack to help him out of the boat. Jennifer wasn't sure when it was agreed that they'd be getting out but that seemed to be what was happening.

Sebastian smiled charmingly at her as he helped her out too. He was a gentleman and didn't let his eyes wander over her body, even for an instant, but she was suddenly aware of quite how skimpy her bikini was. She was also suddenly aware that she and Jack were both dirty and unwashed and she was sure they stank of sex.

"We don't often get visitors here, my wife will be delighted to meet you."

"Your wife?" Jack nodded his head to indicate the naked venus slumped in the deckchair.

Sebastian laughed.

"Vanessa? Good heavens, no. She's not my wife. She's the ... help. Not that she's much help you understand."

He looked over at Vanessa fondly.

"No, I mean my Emma. She's sleeping now. It's siesta," he said, as though apologetically.

He led them inside, into a living room with dark wood panelling and lots of books and classical, or replica classical, white statues. It was dark inside, away from the brilliant tropical sun. Large green leaved plants bloomed out of large pots. Again, it all reeked of colonial grandeur even if the paint was peeling and the plants overgrown.

A young woman was curled up in a corner reading a book. She looked up and saw them and came bounding up to them. She had long blonde hair and was clad in a long but thin white dress.

Jennifer couldn't help but notice how her generous breasts bounced under her dress as she came up to them. The dress was modestly cut but very thin, almost transparent. She appeared to be completely naked underneath it.

Jennifer also couldn't help noticing the lascivious way the young woman stared at Jack, eating up his bare chest with her eyes. She completely ignored Jennifer.

"Papa, who is this?"

"Well this is ..." Sebastian paused to look at them both curiously, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm Jack," said Jack, solely addressing the young woman, looking at her almost as lustfully as she was looking at him.

"I'm Jennifer," said Jennifer, trying and failing to stop them staring at each other.

"Ah, wonderful, wonderful. I am Sebastian. This is my daughter, Camilla. No doubt Abigail and Cassandra are around somewhere. Camilla, where are your sisters?"

"I've no idea, Papa."

Camilla didn't take her eyes off Jack at all as she addressed her father, all with her very best 'come fuck me now' look on her face.

"So, what brings you two to this remote corner of the world?"

As Jack couldn't drag his eyes off Camilla, Jennifer felt like it was up to her to answer. She explained that they were on a holiday, fulfilling a lifelong dream to travel up the Amazon.

"Just the two of you? That's very brave but very commendable. I admire your spirit."

There was a brief pause and then Sebastian said, "You'll stay the night?"

"Oh yes, stay the night," Camilla said eagerly, almost breathlessly, seemingly for Jack's benefit alone.

Jennifer paused. Part of her wanted to get away and all of her wanted to get Jack away from Camilla. But it was getting late and the lure of a proper bed and a proper wash was very strong.

Before she could make up her mind though, Jack almost immediately replied, "Yes, we'll stay the night," seemingly to Camilla alone. It was as if he'd forgotten Jennifer existed.

"Excellent. Excellent," said Sebastian.

"Yes, very good," purred Camilla.

"Vanessa!" Sebastian called out, before returning his attention to Jack and Jennifer.

"Emma will be so pleased to meet you. We so rarely get guests. I can't think why."

Vanessa appeared, stalking proudly into the living room and staring defiantly at Sebastian. She was still naked. Camilla glanced over at her and rolled her eyes, before turning her attention back to Jack.

"Vanessa. Help these people with their things and show them to the guest quarters. And I'm sure they'll want a bath and maybe some fresh clothes and so on. And, for goodness sake, Vanessa, put some clothes on."

Jennifer was so angry with Jack that she couldn't even bring herself to talk to him as Vanessa led them to their room for the night. Vanessa did everything she was asked but tossed her head back in a way that asserted her pride and independence.

First she led them to their room, Jennifer not able to take her eyes off her large, perfectly round buttocks as she followed her and wanting to slap them, despite herself.

Then Vanessa left them alone. Jennifer sitting sulkily on the very large and very comfortable double bed in her grubby bikini, while Jack inspected the room. He didn't seem to have noticed or to care how angry his girlfriend was with him.

A little while later, Vanessa reappeared with their bags. She was dressed now, in a low cut purple dress that made her look like a nightclub singer from the jazz age.

She unceremoniously dumped the bags on the floor and led them to a bathroom. It had stone flooring and a large freestanding porcelain bathtub in the centre of the room, slowly filling with hot water.

Something had been added to the water because it was frothing delightfully and filling the room with soft, fresh smells.

Vanessa simply pointed at the bathtub and then left.

Jennifer pointedly turned to Jack, "I think I'll take the first bath."

Jack simply nodded and left her alone. She was a bit annoyed that he hadn't offered to stay, they would often share a bath but she was also glad because she suddenly wanted to be alone.

She stripped out of her bikini and stepped into the still filling bath. The water felt so good and fresh. She wondered where it came from. It didn't seem like river water but she couldn't believe they had mains plumbing out here.

Wherever it came from, it felt wonderful on her skin. Despite the Factor Fifty, her skin was dry from so much sun and she hadn't had a proper clean since Manaus.

It felt nice being naked and alone too. She had always enjoyed that feeling when Jack was away, would often walk around the flat naked at night, and sleep naked too, softly masturbating while she dreamed about him.

Without really thinking about it, she started to touch herself now. She realised that she'd hardly ever touched herself anymore. She was having so much sex with Jack that she really didn't need to, but there was something about it she missed.

Her fingers were gently rubbing her clit now under the water as she closed her eyes and let the soft warm sensations take her as she climaxed softly in the warm water.

When she got back to the room, Jack was gone. Motherfucker. It hadn't occurred to her he wouldn't be waiting for her. In fact, the thought that he might be getting impatient, waiting for his turn in the tub was a perversely enjoyable one.

She quickly dressed, putting on fresh underwear and a long floaty dress and went out looking for him with wet hair.

She found him on a sofa in the living room. He was sitting next to Camilla. They were laughing and flirting. Camilla's hands kept lightly touching him as he leaned in towards her. He was still dressed just in the shorts he'd been wearing on the boat.

"Bath's ready for you Jack," she said bluntly.

Jack looked up at her and it almost seemed like he didn't recognise her for a moment. Then he simply said' "Yes of course," and excused himself.

Camilla gave him a little wave goodbye. Jennifer just stood there with her arms crossed and waited until Jack had left the room.

Jennifer sat down next to Camilla. She was beautiful, Jennifer had to admit, a creamy pale complexion, despite the sun. Soft tumbling blonde locks. And big, big tits, even if not quite as big as Vanessa's. Jennifer almost couldn't blame Jack for being entranced. Almost.

Camilla picked up her book but didn't open it.

"That's quite a man you've got there."

"I know. "

They didn't say anything else and Camilla started reading again. Jennifer looked over at what she was reading. Pride and Prejudice. Jennifer almost laughed to herself, this whole place seemed so improbable, like something in a dream.

After a while Jack reappeared. He was dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt that Jennifer was sure she'd never seen before. He looked handsome and debonair.

Before either woman could react though, Vanessa entered the room from the other direction, still wearing the same purple dress. She banged a large gong in the corner and left.

"Ah, dinner," said Camilla brightly.

Dinner was served in a different part of the house. It was dark now and although there clearly was electricity in the house coming from somewhere, the dining room was lit by oil lamps. The dining table was long and Jennifer guessed could have sat twenty comfortably but they all huddled at one end, leaving the far end swaddled in darkness.

They were eight to dinner, Sebastian at the head of the table, his wife Emma next to him. Then Jennifer and Jack either side of them, then the three sisters, then Vanessa who was serving but who also had a place set for her. Jennifer noticed that Jack was sat between Emma and Camilla.

Jennifer was between Sebastian and Abigail. Cassandra was next to Abigail. Jennifer looked at the three sisters. Camilla was clearly the youngest but they were close in age. She was also the prettiest, although all three were beauties in their own right. The oldest Abigail was blonde like Camilla, whereas Cassandra was brunette.

Abigail and Cassandra were also every bit as busty as their younger sister and both were dressed in low cut white dresses showing off generous amounts of cleavage. Jennifer looked over at Emma, she was much more modestly dressed but was clearly also amply endowed. It seemed Jennifer was the only woman at the table not to have been blessed with giant tits.

Abigail and Cassandra were every bit as taken with Jack as Camilla had been and soon all three girls were vying for his attention which he willingly bestowed on them all. Jennifer knew him well enough to know that he preferred Camilla and she had the advantage of proximity so the two were often whispering together in their own corner.

Emma made a few polite remarks but didn't seem as delighted to have guests as Sebastian had assured them she would be. She seemed like a rather absent sort of woman. Jennifer guessed her life hadn't turned out at all like she had imagined it would.

As upset as she was at her boyfriend's disloyalty, Jennifer found she spent most of the night talking to Sebastian. And, despite herself, she was intrigued by this place and by him.

Jack's attention was briefly wrested away from Camilla's charms when it became clear that both Sebastian and Jack were both ex-marines, although US Marines in Sebastian's case. They were both keen to compare life in the two different corps and keen to subtly assert their own superiority.

Sebastian had seen action in Vietnam and was surprisingly well informed by events in Iraq and was impressed that Jack had been at Al-Faw.

It seemed that Sebastian had never really settled into civilian life after Vietnam and had felt stifled at the Wall Street job lined up for him by his parents. So, when his father had died when he was twenty nine, leaving him what he described as 'an absurd amount of money', he'd jacked it all in to come out here, taking his new bride with him.

Emma's face was inscrutable throughout but Jennifer sensed she hadn't been entirely thrilled at the move. It seemed like there had once been rather more people here but there had been some dispute or other, Sebastian was very vague, and it had just been Sebastian, Emma and their three daughters.

Not long after, Sebastian had found Vanessa and Henrique in 'some awful favela down on the coast' and brought them back here to make up the lost numbers.

"Henrique?" Jennifer queried.

"Yes, Henrique. Vanessa's brother. The only one who really does anything around here. He's taken the boat down to Manaus at the moment, he's our lifeline really, brings in all the supplies to keep us afloat.

He didn't really say it, but Jennifer was clear that this place was in no way self-supporting and that that absurd amount of money was still being spent. The early intention might have been to be self supporting but that clearly hadn't worked out. Maybe that was why everyone else had left.

Jack had lost interest once the conversation had moved away from military matters and the only thing distracting him from Camilla was Abigail and Cassandra.

It was no wonder really, they were all so shamelessly competing for his attention. They must be absolutely starved of male company.

That didn't remotely excuse how very clearly Jack was loving it though. Or how much he'd badly ignored her since they'd arrived here. She knew he sometimes looked at other women but never remotely like this.

Jennifer found she liked Sebastian, as clearly eccentric as he was and if Jack had been behaving differently she would have enjoyed herself very much but she couldn't help feeling angrier and angrier with him.

As furious as she was with Jack, that didn't stop her fucking him that night.

As soon as they got into their room, she pushed him roughly onto the bed, and let her dress fall to the floor, with her underwear to follow. She pulled down his trousers and was pleased to see he was already hard, even if maybe he was hard for Camila.

She climbed on top of him and started to fuck him hard. They'd never made love like this before. If you could call it making love. She'd never fucked him when she was so mad with him she almost hated him.

Normally, if she was upset with him or they'd had an argument, she wouldn't want to touch him until they'd made up. Make up sex she was used to but never while she was still so so angry with him. And they never really argued that much anyway.

She could be a selfish lover, using his big dick to make herself come. But this was different, this was her taking all her rage and frustration out on him and his stupid penis. His big, hard, wonderful, stupid penis that she was sure right now would rather be inside a completely different woman.

But he could still make her come. As she fucked him harder and harder she could feel her orgasm welling inside her.

She looked down at his face. He looked back at her with a look she had never seen before, it was hard, challenging, not loving at all.

She slapped him hard. But she kept fucking him, harder and rougher than ever, so hard and rough it hurt her, but it was working, her orgasm getting bigger and bigger inside her, getting ready to rip her apart.

"You stupid cunt, " she screamed as she came, slapping him again, "You stupid, stupid cunt."

She lay next to him panting in the dark.

"Want me. I'm your girl. Want me."

He said nothing.

She reached between her legs and felt him oozing out of her. He'd come inside her and she hadn't even known it.