Wet Heat

Despite her orgasm, she couldn't sleep. She was too angry and upset. The bed was almost too comfortable and she felt like it was trying to wrap itself around her.

Jack was soon fast asleep, or pretending to be. Bastard.

After tossing and turning for a while, she decided she'd had enough. She got out of bed and languidly stretched her long, lithe body, slipping the dress over herself but not bothering with underwear.

She looked back at where Jack lay selfishly sleeping unconcernedly and left the room. Making her way through the dark, quiet house she let herself outside and took a walk down to the river, pausing on the little wooden platform where they had first seen Vanessa.

The moon had fattened considerably since they had left Manaus and now hung huge and gibbous above her, its pale, celestial light bright enough to cast Jennifer's eerie shadow behind her as she looked up at it. The stars burned bright overhead, at least the ones distant enough not to be overpowered by the moon's cold brilliance.

Jennifer felt calm out here alone. The night was stiflingly hot, as all nights were here, but much more bearable outside, with a light breeze blowing down the river.

The jungle felt vast and alive around her. Almost invisible even in the moonlight. Invisible but almost shockingly loud, insects chirping everywhere, frogs croaking along the river bank, animals rustling, bats squeaking and the occasional haunting call of a night bird.

And one other noise that Jennifer slowly became aware of. The faint but unmistakable sound of a woman moaning in pleasure.

Her blood froze. Her first thought was of Jack and Camilla. She had no doubt, after that evening, that they would be fucking each other, given even half an opportunity.

But surely there was no opportunity at all? She had left Jack sleeping, or apparently sleeping, less than twenty minutes earlier. That was just long enough she supposed but hardly likely.

She was torn between hurrying back to check Jack was still sleeping and locating the source of the noise.

She chose the latter. As jumpy and paranoid as she felt now, she knew she could only really calm her fears by seeing for herself that those noises were in no way connected to her boyfriend.

Listening intently, she was able to locate the direction that the moans, which were steadily rising in volume and intensity, were coming from. Despite herself, a bit of her couldn't help feeling turned on listening to them.

They were coming from behind her. Peering through the dark and grateful for the thin moonlight lighting the way, she noticed a set of wooden steps at the back of the platform leading away from the house and up to a little wooden structure on a small hill, like an enclosed gazebo. There was no doubt that that was where the noises were coming from.

With her heart hammering in her chest, she walked barefooted up the steps. She was terrified of getting caught disturbing something that had nothing to do with her. More terrified still of seeing Camilla's white legs wrapped around Jack's strong back. But she had to see. She kept moving.

The structure was shaped like an octagon with wooden sides and big enough to hold only a single room. There was a window in each side but all firmly closed and shuttered. The moaning was very clearly audible now. The woman, whoever she was, was clearly very close to orgasm.

Jennifer was none the wiser and running out of time. The structure sat on a wooden platform that went all round it. Jennifer walked around, until finally, on the far side from both the house and the door to the gazebo, she saw what she was looking for. A glow of yellow light pushing its way out of a crack in the wood panelling.

She put her eye to it.

She was instantly relieved to see that it was Vanessa making the noises. She was completely naked and lying on her back on a circular backless couch in the middle of the room. The back of Sebastian's sandy head between her broad thighs.

Not Camilla. Not Jack. It should have been enough. She should have left. She didn't.

She had thought Vanessa magnificent when she had first seen her down by the waterfront but she looked so much better now. Jennifer had never had a lesbian impulse in her life but she couldn't get over how sexy she looked being pleasured like that.

Her large breasts were still impressively firm and round and upright even settled into her body. Her thighs were broad and wide and welcoming and just starting to quiver as she approached orgasm. She moaned the contented moans of a woman used to being worshipped.

Jennifer couldn't help but watch. She had never seen another couple at it before and it was entrancing. She had had a flatmate at University who Jennifer would occasionally overhear with her boyfriend. She had always found that intensely embarrassing and would leave the house as soon as she started to hear the bedsprings creek.

But she wasn't embarrassed now. No, now it just made her feel very, very horny.

She had already come three times that day. She and Jack had had sex in the boat before they arrived, she had masturbated in the bath and hatefucked Jack in the guest quarters. But out here, in this hot, humid jungle, it still wasn't enough. It was never enough.

She lifted up her long dress and started to touch herself. She was soaking wet already and Jack's load from earlier was still leaking out from her. It felt pleasingly like a 'fuck you' to him, to be masturbating over someone else with his cum still inside her.

Vanessa was grunting and panting hard now, her hands running through Sebastian's hair as she started to come.

"Sim, sim, Senhor Sebastião. Assim. Assim"

Jennifer wanted to time her own orgasm with Vanessa's but she hadn't given herself long enough. She briefly panicked that they might be done now and she would be caught. She reasoned, though, that she was on the far side of the platform from the door and they'd have no reason to come to where she was.

They hadn't done though.

Almost as soon as her orgasm subsided, Vanessa positioned herself on all fours, presenting her round ass and wet pussy to her master.

From where Jennifer was peering she got a brief glimpse of Vanessa's dripping wet, open pussy directed straight at her. She couldn't believe how good it looked and was shocked by a sudden desire within her to lick it. She rubbed her clit harder.

It was only a brief glimpse though as Sebastian positioned himself behind his lover and guided himself into her. Jennifer got an even briefer glimpse of his hard cock before he buried it inside his lover. She was shocked to see that it was even bigger than Jack's.

Now all she could see was Sebastian's back and bare ass as he fucked Vanessa, both hands on those ample buttocks, occasionally slapping them and making them shake.

He must have been in his late fifties, maybe even early sixties, but Jennifer was amazed how good he looked. His back was strong and broad and his buttocks tight. And he clearly knew how to fuck, treating Vanessa with just the right mix of tenderness and roughness.

Jennifer longed to be able to see him penetrating her, was amazed how strong the dirty animalistic desire to see his big hard cock disappear and reappear in that hot wet pussy was.

But she could see enough and was rubbing herself furiously as the couple inside fucked and fucked, Jennifer's own orgasm breaking over her as Sebastian unloaded himself inside Vanessa who was moaning so hard throughout that it seemed to Jennifer like she was in a state of permanently coming.

Afterwards, Sebastian quickly dressed. Vanessa just lay back on the couch, lazily running her hands between her legs and then licking her fingers clean. Jennifer wanted to get back now but had to wait until they were done or risk getting caught.

It didn't take long for Sebastian to dress though, even if he did fuss with his shirt font a little. Then the two of them left the gazebo, Sebastian in his full suit, Vanessa completely naked.

Jennifer sat on the platform with her back to the gazebo staring out into the hot, dark jungle waiting for the coast to clear.

She couldn't quite believe what she'd seen. Not that Sebastian was having an affair with his housekeeper, that was entirely believable. But that she'd stayed to watch and liked it and made herself come doing so.

There was something about the jungle that was getting to her, and the more she gave in to it, the worse it got, leading her to behave in ways she never normally would.

Maybe she was being too harsh on Jack. Or rather maybe her anger was hypocritical. Maybe if Sebastian had had three hot, horny sons instead of daughters she would have behaved like he had.

She was sure that if, earlier, Sebastian and Vanessa had caught her and asked her to join them, she would have. She couldn't believe how good Vanessa's pussy had looked.

Eventually she decided it was safe and made her way back to her bedroom. When she got back, Jack wasn't there.

She lay in the dark for about twenty minutes and was about to get up when the door opened and he let himself in.

"Where the hell have you been?" She hissed angrily in the dark.

"Looking for you. Where the hell did you go?"

He had her there, even if she wasn't sure she believed him.

"I couldn't sleep. I went for a walk."

"Maybe say something next time, hey?" he said flatly and got into bed beside her, turning to face away from her.

She was sure he smelled of sex. It could have been from earlier with her of course but she was sure it wasn't.

It was a long time until she finally fell into a restless sleep.

To be continued...