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  “Yes, yes… oh fuuuck!” You cry out as she sends you over the edge. Arching your back, you tremble with each tiny jolt of pleasure, your breathless moans filling the room. Mariette continues to mercilessly lap at your twitching clit until you finally float back down to Earth, sinking deeply into the mattress with a deep sigh of satisfaction. The missionary’s wife emerges from between your thighs, a broad impish smile playing on her lips, her chin wet with your juices.

  “I enjoyed that.” She murmurs.

  “YOU enjoyed that!” You chuckle, still panting for breath. “That felt incredible.” Mariette stands up and turns to her husband. He takes her into his arms and kisses her lovingly and you find yourself wondering if he can taste you on her lips.

  “Want to go back to bed for a while?” She asks him coquettishly, reaching down to playfully squeeze his now limp cock. He nods and she takes his hand, leading him from the room.

  A few minutes later, you drift off to sleep, smiling as you listen to the rhythmical creaking of a bed in the next room, interspersed with Mariette’s moans of delight and Edward’s deeper, guttural groans.

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  The next morning, Edward and Mariette enter your room, glancing awkwardly at each other. A discussion of the previous day’s events had obviously occurred in private while you slept.

  “Your health seems much improved…” Edward begins, perhaps referencing the energetic ‘workout’ you had enjoyed the day before. He glances across at Mariette.

  “If you feel able, my husband will escort you along the river to the town of Manaós.” She continues. “From there, you should be able to board a ship to Rio de Janeiro.”

  “Of course.” You smile, sensing your antics have perhaps worn out your welcome. “You’ve both been very kind and it’s no exaggeration to say that I owe you my life.”

  “Think nothing of it, my dear.” Edward smiles, his shoulders relaxing while Mariette’s relief is palpable. As they leave you alone, it’s hard not to feel offended, but at the same time, you don’t want to drive a wedge between your saviors.

  Having salvaged a few of your belongings, you glance back at the wreck of your plane.

  “Sorry.” You whisper before kissing your fingers and pressing them to the battered silver fuselage. She had been one of the few constants in your life these past few years and you feel almost as though you are leaving a part of yourself deep within the Amazon. With a slightly awkward farewell to Mariette, you follow Edward along a trail through the rainforest down to the banks of the Amazon where his boat is moored. He helps you aboard and casts off.

  You spend the next two days floating along the meandering river, gazing into the impenetrable jungle and listening to the distant calls and chattering of a thousand unseen animals. As Edward steers the boat around a bend, the rainforest abruptly gives way to a thriving town.

  “Manaós.” He comments. “They call it ‘The City of the Forest’.”

  “I can see why.” You reply as you pass under a huge bridge, the sight of civilization seeming strangely out of place here.

  After thanking Edward for everything he and his wife had done, you leave him and head to the docks, finding passage on a freighter bound for Rio. A few days later, you reach Brazil’s capital city. Slinging your jacket over your shoulder, you step down the gangplank onto the dock. As you step onto dry land, you glance up at the mountains towering over Rio. Atop Corcovado mountain, you notice the now iconic shape of the statue, Christ the Redeemer which had been completed just a few years ago. Sighing, you decide you could use some divine intervention if you are to find Noah in such a vast city. Assuming he’s still even here…

  You walk into the center of the city, making your way through the noisy, bustling streets. As the sun rises high in the sky, the heat and humidity is oppressive. Pausing, you fan yourself with your hat, noticing a few curious looks from passersby. Glancing down at your clothes, you certainly look rather grubby and bedraggled after your long journey from the heart of the Amazon. You have a little money left. New clothes followed by finding a hotel room with a shower might be your first port of call. Glancing behind you at the storefronts, you spot a figure duck into a doorway. Perhaps it is just paranoia, but you have the feeling he was following you.

  Confront the mysterious man

  Move on and lose him in the crowd

  “Your wife looks ready for you.” You grin up at him. Edward smiles shyly and glances over at Mariette, whose brown eyes gleam, her lips pouting in anticipation.

  “Lie back.” She tells him, placing a hand on his chest and gently easing him down onto the bed. He nods dumbly and sits down, the mattress springs squeaking as he reclines back. Mariette smiles and climbs onto him, sitting astride his lap. She leans forward and kisses him, before sitting back up and reaching for his shaft. Sitting down on the bed next to them, you feel a tingle of pleasure from your pussy as you watch her guide his hard cock to her opening.

  “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” Edward groans, his eyes flitting from his wife to you. His grunt of pleasure joins Mariette’s moan of delight as she sinks down onto him. He reaches out and grasps her hips, thrusting up inside her as she begins to ride him, her plump breasts bouncing up and down. The tingle between your legs has become a dull ache for attention and you cannot resist the urge to touch yourself. Sliding your hand between your legs, you begin to gently rub your clitoris while you watch Mariette rock back and forth atop her husband. She glances across at you and smiles as her eyes drop to your gently strumming fingers.

  “Perhaps my husband could attend to your needs.” She breathes, panting slightly as she continues to impale herself on his length.

  “I fear I will not be able to reach, my dear.” Edward groans.

  “I didn’t mean with your fingers.” She chuckles before glancing back at you. “Sit on his face.” Edward’s expression likely mirrors your own as he looks up in astonishment at his sultry wife.

  Do as Mariette suggests

  Use your own tongue on your hosts instead

  “I have something else in mind.” You smile up at Mariette. “Turn around.” She knits her eyebrows as you crawl down the bed and settle between Edward’s legs. Smiling as she guesses your intentions, she twists around on her husband’s lap until she has her back to him. Your pulse races at the sight of his thick shaft, glistening with her juices buried inside her. With your hand still working between your thighs, you shuffle closer, enjoying the combined aroma of his manly musk and her fragrant juices. Leaning forward, you swipe your tongue over his balls.

  “Oh my God!” Edward gasps, the skin of his sack tightening at the unexpected sensation. You giggle and swirl your tongue around one ball and then the other, enjoying his groans of pleasure. Mariette continues to grind herself down on him, moaning with delight. You slide your tongue upwards, lapping at the root of Edward’s cock, your taste buds tingling at the sweet flavor of his wife’s juices. She slows down and you can feel her eyes on you as you continue upwards.

  “Oui.” She whispers as your tongue reaches her pussy. As you swirl the tip around her sensitive button, her enthusiasm is less muted. “Oui! Oui!” She moans loudly. “Mon Dieu! N’arrête pas! ” You feel her fingers in your hair and she begins to rock back and forth on her husband again. The Frenchwoman’s excitement is infectious and your hand works furiously between your thighs, your fingertips now slick with your own juices. As you rub your clit, you can feel the beginnings of your orgasm quickly rising inside you.

  “I’m not going to last much longer!” Edward groans.

  “Come for me, my love.” Mariette tells him, glancing over her shoulder. You slide your tongue up and down between them, teasing his balls and her clit and enjoying her breathless moans and his deeper grunts. As you lap at his sack, you feel the skin tighten and a moment later, he slams up inside her one final time before bellowing with release. While he empties his balls inside her, you flick your tongue over her sensitive little nub and the combined s
ensation sends her to her own climax. Her fingers tighten in your hair and her shrill cries of pleasure join her husband’s guttural grunts as they both tremble and shudder in the throes of ecstasy. Your fingers work frantically between your legs now as you seek your own orgasm. With your pulse racing and the heat building inside you, you pull away from Mariette’s twitching clit as you too reach your climax. Waves of pleasure ripple through your body and you gasp with delight. While her orgasm subsides, she tenderly strokes your head as your body judders with each pulse until you roll over onto your back, breathing hard. Mariette climbs off her husband and you all lie sprawled across the bed, panting for breath. After a moment, she crawls over to you and gazes down into your eyes.

  “Merci.” She smiles, kissing you gently before returning to her husband who takes her in his arms. As your pulse slows, you drift off to a satisfied and contented slumber.

  When you stir, you find night has fallen and you are alone. Assuming the missionary and his wife have retired to their own bedroom, you roll over and quickly fall asleep once more.

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  You nod and scramble up onto your knees before crawling over to the shocked Edward.

  “Mariette!” He exclaims, finally finding his voice. She giggles and leans forward, kissing him tenderly for a moment before straightening.

  “Trust me, my love.” She purrs. He nods and she gestures for you to sit astride him. You swing your leg over his head and carefully lower yourself down onto his face. Mariette watches intently as she continues to rock back and forth in his lap. You flinch as you feel his lips against your opening, his stubbly jaw rough against the smooth flesh of your inner thighs. He kisses your labia, his breath hot against your wet folds.

  “Yes.” You breathe. “Mmmm, use your tongue.” He obeys and you feel him trace the length of your slit before slipping his tongue inside you. You glance across at Mariette, whose eyes sparkle.

  “How does it feel?” She asks, her breasts bouncing as she rides her husband.

  “Incredible.” You moan, the missionary surprisingly adept. As she smiles, you notice she seems to be grinding herself down on Edward with renewed vigor. You blink in surprise: Not only is the formerly demure Frenchwoman happily sharing her husband with you, she is clearly aroused at the sight of it too. She cups her fleshy mounds squeezing and massaging them as she softly moans with delight. Her husband moans into your folds, enthusiastically swiping his tongue back and forth now.

  “Does she taste good?” Mariette asks him, reaching down and playfully scraping her fingernails across his chest. His muffled and unintelligible reply vibrates pleasantly against your pussy.

  “Uhh yeah.” You groan, feeling the familiar heat rising in your loins as you close in on your orgasm.

  “You’re close aren’t you?” Mariette smiles. You nod and begin to grind yourself against her husband’s face, leaning forward a little to encourage him to tease your clit.

  “Lick her little button.” She tells him intuitively. You grasp your breasts and moan with delight as his tongue flicks over the tiny hooded nub.

  “Yes, yes, don’t stop!” You moan as his tongue traces intricate patterns over your clit. Mariette, perhaps aroused at the sight of you approaching your climax, rides her husband faster and harder, her own breathing becoming increasingly labored. As Edward’s tongue swipes insistently at you, your body tenses up and you arch your back, gasping with delight. You feel wonderful pulses of pleasure ripple out from between your legs as you buck on top of him. He grunts into your drenched pussy as he swiftly reaches his own climax, thrusting up hard into his wife as he explodes inside her.

  “Oui, oui!” Mariette moans, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping open before shuddering as she too climaxes. The room is filled with her breathless pants, your shrill cries of pleasure and Edward’s muffled groans as you all shudder in a wonderful dance of ecstasy. When your orgasm finally fades, you gingerly climb off Edward, slumping onto the bed next to him. He is breathing hard, his face glistening with your juices. Mariette doesn’t seem to mind, leaning forward and kissing him passionately before she too rolls off him, his shrinking cock slapping against the inside of his thigh. You all lie together, panting as you catch your breath. Exhausted after your exertions, you quickly drift off to sleep.

  You awake some time later. Night has fallen and you find yourself alone once more. Smiling at the memory of the earlier events, you roll over and swiftly fall into a deep slumber.

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  You reach out, your hand stroking her cheek as you gently pull her around to face you. With one last fleeting glance up at her husband, Mariette allows herself to be drawn into your embrace. You smile, enjoying the soft warmth of her breasts pressing against you.

  “Are you okay?” You ask her. She nods, her head tilting slightly to one side and her lips pouting. Responding to her body language, you gently lean into her, your lips pressing against hers. Sensing some last vestiges of nervousness, you kiss her slowly and tenderly to begin with. Mariette seems to melt in your arms and it is her tongue that is the first to dart out, seeking yours. Meeting it with your own, your pussy tingles deliciously as she gives herself to you. Your hands explore her body, tracing the contour of her hip before hooking your fingers into the lacy material of her panties and slowly pulling them down. Rather than resist, she shifts her weight from one side to the other, allowing you to tug them down her thighs.

  “My God.” You hear Edward murmur in a hushed tone. Momentarily breaking the kiss, you glance up at him.

  “Why on Earth are you still dressed?” You ask him impatiently before resuming the long and lingering kiss. As your hand glides up the inside of Mariette’s thigh, she parts her legs, her body trembling with desire. You can hear her husband hurriedly removing his clothes, his slacks and belt hitting the floorboards with a thump. Feeling the sultry warmth of her arousal against your hand, you gently rest your fingers against her puffy labia, finding them slippery to the touch. With a muffled moan of impatience, she reaches down and presses your fingers into her. Your fingertips sink inside her wet furrow and she breaks the kiss, gasping with pleasure.

  “I can’t believe my eyes.” Edward comments in amazement as you begin to work your fingers between his wife’s thighs to her obvious delight. “This feels like a vivid fevered dream.”

  “One you are in danger of awaking from unfulfilled.” Mariette pants. “Join us, husband.” You glance up at the now naked missionary. His body is surprisingly tanned and muscular, no doubt from days spent toiling in the field outside. His engorged cock juts proudly towards you, the tip taut and shiny.

  Suggest he enters his wife

  Suggest she takes him in her mouth while you go down on her

  “Has your husband ever licked you… down there?” You ask Mariette.

  “Yes.” She replies before giggling as you blink in surprise. “He took a little persuading when we were first wed,” She admits with a glance up at him, “But he soon agreed when I showed him how I would return the favor.” Edward grins shyly, his rigid cock twitching, no doubt aching for attention.

  “Maybe you’d like to do that for him now, while I go down on you instead.” You suggest, your pulse racing at the thought. Mariette chews her lip thoughtfully and glances nervously at her husband.

  “I think I’d like that.” She finally breathes, parting her thighs while her husband moves to stand beside her. He groans as she reaches out and wraps her fingers around his shaft. Chewing her lower lip, she pumps him slowly for a moment before finally opening her mouth and taking him inside.

  “Uhhh, yes!” Edward gasps as her lips begin to glide up and down his length. The pleasant tingle between your legs becomes a nagging ache of desire and you begin to regret suggesting their needs are attended to before your own. You drop to your knees between Mariette’s open legs, grasping her hips and lowering your face towards the glistening folds of her pussy. As you breathe in the heady musk of her arousal, you salivate in anticipation. Abo
ve you, she slurps noisily on her husband’s cock as he groans with pleasure. Unable to resist a moment longer, you press your lips to her sodden furrow and plunge your tongue inside her.

  “Oui, oui!” Mariette moans thickly, momentarily pulling Edward from her mouth. Encouraged, you drag your tongue up and down her juicy slit, enjoying her sweet taste. As you flick the tip over her clitoris, you hear her muffled groans of delight. The spectacle of you pleasuring his wife seems to excite Edward and his grunts of pleasure increase in intensity.

  “I’m afraid I’m getting close, my dear.” He warns his wife. If Mariette normally pulls him from her mouth before he climaxes, she seems to have no such qualms today, bobbing her head back and forth with wild abandon. Moments later, he roars with release and you watch her holding his jerking cock between her lips as he empties his balls into her mouth. The sight has you lashing your tongue at her clit and resisting the urge to thrust a hand down between your own legs and strum your sensitive little button to what you know would be a quick and satisfying climax. When Edward’s moans of pleasure have died away, he gently pulls back, a thick string of his seed stretching from the tip of his cock to her lips before it snaps and drops down to glisten on Mariette’s chin.

  “My turn.” She breathes, glancing down at you before reclining back on the bed and reaching up to massage her fleshy mounds. “And our guest’s for that matter.” She adds pointedly to her husband. You are so absorbed in pleasuring Mariette that you are only dimly aware of Edward stepping behind you. You feel his hands on your hips, gently encouraging you to get up. Keeping your mouth pressed tightly to his wife’s slit, you pull yourself up onto your feet. Bent over with your buttocks thrust up in the air, your own pussy tingles in anticipation.