In most cases: a husband and wife relaxing while vacationing in some romantic spot far off in another country, would often let their guards down and not being as cautious as they normally would be while at home.  Unaware of the local customs nor the current events in the community, it was normal for tourists to be lulled into a false sense of security, with basically all places only warning that one should be on the lookout for pickpockets when in a crowded area as the books had warned of.  Tourist destinations or wherever tourism plays a major part of a city's or country's economy, crimes against tourists are often kept from the media to avoid any adverse publicity, especially being kept mum from the international press corp.  Such was often possible due to the short anticipated stay of the tourists involved and the difficulty or unwillingness of the victims to return to testify in court.  Anything short of a tourist being murdered, the news of crimes against visiting tourists could and would be kept from the local press, with the news of such crimes being limited to word of mouth or hearsay rumors.  The merchants and tourism board, along with the local politicians, all knew the importance that nothing rock the boat when it came to tourism .......................with a rash of crimes, especially where it involved bodily harm to a tourist, would certainly put the dampers on future hotel bookings!  As an example, a well known island resort off the Thailand coast was paying out quite a sum to local law enforcement and local reporters to quell the horrendous rash of crimes being committed by a trio of local hoodlums against tourists .....................with eight similar crimes involving young visiting couples staying at the resort ..........................each kidnapped and taken to the trio's hideaway deep in the brush ......................with the husband tied securely to a tree and made to watch his beautiful wife forced to her knees to please each bastard with her lips, then being gang raped by the vile trio!


Leasing a yacht for a six week period, Robert and Connie Gates were headed off to the tropical Island of Ratango to take in its scenic beauty and the numerous waterfalls on the island:

However, in this particular case, a demented husband particularly sought out a dangerous place to take his attractive wife for a rather secluded vacation.  Married for some time to his lovely wife, Robert (Bob) Gates had always harbored a secret desire .................that of seeing his wife of some eighteen years having sex with other men.  But Bob knew that his lovely wife would never consider cheating on him, that she would always honor the marital vows they had exchanged on their wedding day, so he began fantasizing watching her being accosted by other men ..................forced to have sex with them ...................raped by them as he was made to watch it all take place!  All this had just been a complete fantasy in Bob's devious mind for many years, but after reading a recent book written by a well-renowned travel writer, he began to wonder about taking in that tropical island for their next vacation.

According to the book, it was a caution to travelers who planned on taking in the tropical Island of Ratango, noting that one could not fly in as it was not heavily populated and there were no airstrips.  The island was one of a dozen in the chain, with Catunga Island being the main one where tourist would first fly into, then some would take a small cruise ship to Ratango or to rent a yacht to make the trip for a more personal and flexible outing.  According to the book, only several hundred people lived in the town that serviced the small shallow harbor, the reason for only small cruise ships or yachts being able to enter and dock.  A couple of small motels, a few B&B's, several restaurants and then a rent-a-car outfit that helped serve the visiting tourists.  According to the book, the potential danger was that of driving beyond the paved roadways, going on off the beaten path.  The writer's article on the island had been based on a a native of the island who lived in the jungle and the story had been relayed to him through an interpreter as the those living in the jungle had their own lingo, that of broken-English and some Spanish thrown in.
 
Looking down upon from above where he was steering the boat, Bob gazed at the sexy bod of his lovely wife while she was clad in lime green bikini, thinking 'Damn, all that walking and exercises has Connie looking way younger than she really is!  Those horny Ratango natives are going to 'eat' her alive ................and then I'm gonna get to 'eat' her pussy when it's full of their hot gooey cum!'  Looking down as his wife got some sun on deck, Bob thought 'Maybe I can convince Connie to pack up that bikini with her when we hike up to see the waterfalls, that it might just be a nice place to take a dip in the pool .......................that outta get the natives all hot and bothered!'  His devious mind continued on 'That oughta do the trick ................getting her to undress and hopefully the natives will be peering out from their hiding places, that ought to be the clincher if'n that article is really true!'  

According to the writer, the fellow being interview was seventeen years of age, brought to him by the interpreter as it looked to be an interesting story but the teen wanted things exchanged as a barter for his story.  The teen seemed very scared and that he wanted some tools and a simple tent so he could make his way to a different part of the island and strike out on his own.  On prying as to why the teen wanted out, it was learned that he feared for his life if he didn't prove that he was a 'man' by the time he reached eighteen, that many like him seemingly ended up down on the rocks below a steep cliff.  The writer admitted that he was quite puzzled about it all, until the interpreter whispered in his ear that the teen was 'gay'!  After a private conversation between the teen and the interpreter, the writer filled him in on what he had been told ...........that the teen told him to prove that he was a 'man', he'd have to fuck a woman before other men who would witness the sex session and attest to the fact of seeing his semen oozing out of the woman's sex. 

What was next relayed to the writer was something being relayed by the teen to the interpreter, something that had no published accounts to date, for apparently what had taken place had never been reported to the authorities.  After being told the stories relayed to him, the writer indicated that the stories were indeed true, it was probably due to shame and embarrassment that the crimes had gone unreported.  On any major crimes, authorities from Catunga Island would be the ones arriving to make an arrest, but the teen advised that those residing in the jungle would just disappear further into the jungle, leaving booby traps in their wake and thus even the authorities were reluctant to do a jungle search.  Also, the teen had relayed that only if a tourist was severely maimed or murdered would an investigation be initiated, thus the jungle people of Ratango would not injure anyone to that extent.
        

Following behind of his wife as she took the lead on the trail, Bob took in the rather drab unattractive outfit that Connie had donned for the hike, making Bob think 'Gotta get her outta that ugly outfit and into something sexy!'  'Hiking boots, pair of blue jeans shorts, drab t-shirt, hat and backpack sure doesn't do her any her any justice!' he concluded as he gazed at his wife walking ahead.  With the water at the first waterfall rather cold and too many rocks at the rim, Bob hoped that the next one up ahead would be exposed to the sunlight so that he could suggest to Connie to change out of her clothing and to take a dip.  Having glanced about throughout their trek thus far, Bob began to wonder if what he had read in the book was true as to the danger lurking about as he had seen nothing to indicate that there was anyone else nearby.  He wondered if their presence had been communicated all the way to the village, which according to the book would only two some two minutes

According to what Bob had read in the book, communication from spotters out in the jungle was done by arrows, shot from the spotter to the next relay station and continuing on to the next relay station and ending at the village.  Seeing pictures of the arrows used by the jungle people, one that was put together by the teen being interviewed, colored bands had been slipped onto the arrow's shaft to tell a story.  A particular type of reed was used, sliced up and dried before being dyed, acting like little rubber bands where the color of each band being a part of the story.  According to the teen, only if there was an attractive woman in the party would an arrow be shot off relay the info to the men in the village.  The picture of arrow shown in the book, had the following:  a wide purple band nearest the feathers; two thin white bands followed by a thin yellow band; another thin white band followed by a thin brown one; another thin white band followed by a thin red one;  another thin white band followed by a thin black one; and  then ending with two striped white bands.  This arrow told the the men of the village:  act immediately as there are 5 attractive white women (2 blondes, 1 redhead, 2 brunettes with one having brown hair and another with black hair), with the two striped white bands meaning that the women were accompanied by two white males.   

Upon arriving at the next waterfall, it was just beautiful as was open to the sun and it was like a beachfront setting, so Bob told his wife "It's beautiful here, honey!  Go and change so you can take a dip!  I wanna take some pictures of you and the waterfall in the background for our album of this trip!"  With his wife smiling and grabbing her backpack, Bob smiled in return as his wife disappeared behind a tree to change, for his wife was quite modest even if it was only him in the room or in viewing distance.  Acting nonchalant as he pretended to be looking on down untying a knot, Bob's eyes were swiveling about the forest areas, wondering if in fact that article in the travel book was in fact true or just some sort of contrived story to help sell the book.  The story contained in the travel book did contain stories relayed by the escaping teen of rather sex crimes that had been committed against a number of tourists, but the author state that apparently none were ever reported to the authorities, were it be to embarrassing or humiliating to report to authorities who were really too far away to even investigate it.

For Bob Gates, the only movement noticeable was the rise in the front of his pants, for his cock was throbbing with excitement at the thought of the native jungle Ratango men eyeing up his wife's still very sexy bod as she stripped naked to change.  Seeing no movement at all to indicate that anyone was present in the jungle around them, Bob gave a defeated sigh as he concluded that 'That story was just a bunch of bull in hopes to make a travel book exciting with all those hot stories.  One uncorroborated story was of:  2 men and 2 women, all whites w/yellow hair, husband/wife/their 21 yr old daughter/ and daughter's 22 yr old fiance had been accosted, women raped repeatedly by the villagers while the men made to watch, younger man then made to fuck fiancee's mother from behind, and then it was father's turn to do his daughter in the same manner.  A second story was of:  3 married white couples, women being a blond/redhead/brunette of which the natives had noted the man accompanying each woman,                   


The movement off to his left was that of his wife coming out from the brush wearing a one piece red bathing suit, and the sight gave Bob's cock a rousing twitch as the thought of the jungle natives possibly eyeing her up at this very instant.  Although Bob had hoped she'd be wearing the lime green bikini that she had been wearing on the boat, he knew that if in fact here were natives hiding away and watching her, they'd definitely want to get themselves a sample.  'Sure hope they were watching when Connie went behind the tree to put on her swimsuit!' he thought, knowing that would surely have gotten them aroused, but he sighed in despair as it seemed all for naught as it seemed that just he and his beautiful wife were the only ones trekking through the jungle to visit the waterfalls.  With his wife taking a dip and calling for him to join her, Bob stripped down to his jockeys and joined her, noting that the water was not as cold as he had anticipated.

Photos taken of the beautiful waterfalls, Bob sighed in disappointment as the got back into their hiking clothes and began making the way back to where the car had been parked.  'Well, I guess those sexual exploits and capers pulled off by the jungle natives were just created to help put some hype into the book!' Bob surmised.  Huffing and puffing as they slowly made their way on back, Bob swore under his breath 'Shit, we must've walked more than two miles into the jungle!  It seemed easier going in and now its a chore getting back out!  Guess I was just excited at the thought that something wild would happen on our hike going in!  Fuck, I went and built this whole fuck'n vacation around that article in the travel book ................turns out to be the worst vacation ever!  What a fuck'n waste that turned out to be!' he cussed under his breath, then added 'Last time I ever read a travel book written by that fuck'n asshole!'         
 
Hearing his wife give a cheer up ahead and saw her raising her hands up, Bob was relieved to see the white rental car just up ahead as he was physically exhausted from the hike, and thus he was in the process of taking off his backpack in order to retrieve the car keys that he had put in a side pocket.  And then it was complete darkness for Bob, lights out after sustaining a blow to the back of the head.  Opening his eyes several minutes later, Bob found himself on the ground with his arms secured behind his back, then he observed clothing lying about on the ground .........................clothing that his wife had been wearing on their hike back to the car, and there were a pair of pink panties lying atop of his wife's hiking boots.  Looking up further and off to his left, there was the white rental car, and his naked wife was lying on her back atop of the hood of the car.  Connie was sobbing as her legs were up in the air, with a well-endowed young native male having his muscular black arms crooked under her knees, all while humping away in and out of her widely stretched slit.

As the young native sped up the fuck to jackhammer speed, he then panted out "Oh ...............ohhhhh ..................oh, yessss ..............yes ..................Butto to cum .........................Butto to cum!"  Then Bob heard his wife's voice screaming out in a panic "No .....................no, please ................................not in me ........................not in me .......................you'll get me pregnant!"  He came to immediately realize that the article in the travel book was indeed true about these native villagers of Ratango Island, that the native raping his wife was about to ejaculate his vile semen up in her, but Bob's main concern was 'How long was I out?  How much did I miss?'  Bob then saw the young native thrust up into Connie, burying his ebony bone fully up into her and keeping it there, then the young man's body began to spasm and shudder uncontrollably ...........................making it quite evident as to what was now taking place deep up in his wife's cunny!  Then came the proud announcement from the young native "Oh, yes!  Yes, prettee white lady made Butto cum!  Made him a 'man'!"  With the young stud pulling his very lengthy cock out from Connie's gripping slit, Bob observed as river of cum oozing down the front slope of the car's hood to drip down onto the chrome grill, then an elderly native stepped on forward to point at the cum and declare "Butto first to cum in prettee white lady!  Butto, new man in Ratango!"

Hearing that comment of Butto having cum in Connie and being the first to do so in being declared a 'man', Bob felt relieved in not having missed out on much, for surely there was much more fucking and raping of his beautiful wife to come ........................just as he had dreamed of!  But Bob had missed out on a very entertaining event prior to him witnessing Butto becoming a 'man' in Connie, that of a fifteen year old male who had won first dips through a bow and arrow contest, a teen who so wanted to prove that he was a 'man' ............................only to end up in complete humiliation as he couldn't even get it on up .........................whimpering and hurrying from the area as he couldn't handle the laughter and ridicule from the others as they pointed out to his limp dick that had never risen on up one iota, and especially after an even younger teen laughingly teased "Hey, Zufo .........................maybe you wanna to suck on my dick so ya can git yers up, huh?" 

With Butto's cum being quite plentiful as it filled Connie to the brim, it continued to ooze on out of her widened slit, right onto the car hood and down the front of the car before eventually dripping down onto the ground.  From his vantage point, Bob observed his lovely wife sobbing as she lay widespread upon the car's hood, cum continuing to ooze out of her raped slit to add to the stream making its way down the grill.  Then a captor kneeling next to him stretched out his arm to point at the erotic scene, telling him "Lookee, hubby ....................lookee ................leaky cum ................cum oozee out from wife's pussy!"  With laughter coming from the men surrounding him, obviously taking delight in hearing their buddy taunting him, Bob squeezed his thighs together to keep his hardon from being noticed.  Looking about him, Bob felt quite inadequate with the hardon he was sporting, for the myth about black men certainly was true - each of the natives was sporting a bigger tool than him - and none were fully rigid as yet! 

Two natives appeared next to the car, one on each side of the car to keep Connie from scrambling away as an even bigger black stud stepped forward while stroking that monstrosity dangling from between his muscular ebony loins.  With throbbing cock, Bob excitedly watched the big man step forward to reach his hands up to take a hold of Connie's hips, and then the black stud was getting into position.  From his viewpoint some 15 feet in front of the car, Bob saw the big black stud stepping into position, but then that only allowed him to see his wife's trim sexy legs widespread from both sides of the black bastard who was about to rape her.       

"Eieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" came the shrieking cry from his wife when the muscular black stud thrust himself forward into her.  From his seat, Bob did not get to see the actual penetration but could just picture it all in his mind, for now the stud was humping in and out of Connie's raped slit, his grip on her hips now allowed the departure of the two natives who had been holding her down.  Bob watched intently as the black bastard humped away at his wife, saw Connie's trim legs flopping about in the ebony arms as she was being raped, then he observed his wife's toes curling and leg muscles becoming taut.  And as this occurred, her rapist's body stiffened then shuddered, making it quite evident that both were in the throes of a mutual climax.  Moments later, Bob got to observe the thick ebony shaft, still stiff and hard while being covered with their co-mingled juices.  As the big man stepped away from the car, Bob observed his fucked up wife lying limply on the hood of the car, legs widespread as semen continued to ooze out of her now gaping slit to make its journey down onto the ground        

Another native stepped on up for a turn Connie, an older balding black who a bit flabby and past his prime, his cock not as lengthy as the previous guys but he was way thicker than the others.  Bob watched as the fellow pushed Connie onto her left side on the car hood, grabbing her right ankle to lift her leg up high, then he skewered her from that angle.  The thickness of the ebony cock was obviously stretching Connie's twat even more now, as evidenced by the groans she emitted as the thick shaft was pushed deeper up into her.  Though much older than the guys ahead of him, the black bastard humped away at Connie quite energetically, and then he bellowed out "Abdul shall make white lady little black bambino!"  And then Abdul slammed his thick piece of meat all the way up into Connie's snatch and kept it buried there as his ebony body began to shudder.  And when he was done, leaving Connie lying limply on the hood of the car once again, Bob's jaw dropped in seeing just how much cum was now oozing out of his wife's widened slit.  

Like an animal caught by the villagers, Connie's arms and legs were tied to a long bamboo stalk, with a strong male on each end carrying her through the brush.  With his hands bound behind his back, Bob was forced to walk along the trail and follow the men carrying his wife on the stake, stumbling at times due to the unevenness of the trail and keeping his balance was difficult with his arms behind his back.  It seemed as if they had been hiking deeper into the forested area for an hour's time, then Bob observed a man made structure that had been well hidden by vines growing on the front and shrubbery all about the front to keep anyone viewing it from the sky.  Boulders lined the front entrance and it appeared that the natives had hauled in bricks from the outside world for use in creating the interior. 

Pushed onto the ground, Bob was made to sit with his back up again a large boulder, then watched as his wife as slowly lowered on down to the ground.  The ropes binding her arms and legs were undone, just as two natives were pushing some sort of wooden contraption into the center of the large room, what appeared to be something similar to a torture rack used in the medieval days.  Bob's eyes widened as two men were pulling Connie up by her arms, then leading her over towards the wooden contraption, then she was being locked into place at her neck and wrists.  Then one of the natives came into the scene, moving to the front of the contraption with his cock in hand, then his free hand was pulling Connie's head back to level of his jutting cock.  Bob then heard sputtering sounds coming from the front of the wooden contraption, that of his wife being forced to taking the bastard's ebony cock into her mouth.  In seeing movement further off to the right, Bob realized 'My God, they're forming a line to get sucked off!  Shit, there's over two dozen guys waiting to get sucked off!'

Minutes later, Bob observed several natives come in behind of Connie to begin working on wooden platform, on which his wife had her left foot on.  Connie's legs were pushed wider apart, then wooden blocks were being added to create a wider platform, topped with what looked like a padded cushion.  Lifted up from his seated position, Bob found himself being dragged on over to the newly created wooden platform, his hand being untied behind his back.  Pushed down onto his back, Bob found himself lying upon the padded cushion as his arms were pulled up over his hand to be retied around the center beam of the wooden contraption.  With the natives departed from around him, Bob looked on up to find himself having been positioned right below his wife's twat, observing that her pubic hair was all matted down from the gooey substance resulting from all the fucking she had gotten earlier atop the hood of the rental car.   

Bob became aware of a rather thin lanky young man approaching slowly, all the while wanking at his stiffening cock, then surmised that approaching native was just a young teen who had to be just fourteen/fifteen years of age.  And then he heard the teen comment in broken English that "Prettee white ladiee help Aldo become 'man'!"  Looking up, Bob watched as the teen guided his long but skinny cock up into place before grasping Connie's trim hips with both hands, and then a thrust forward had that lengthy cock nearly disappear up into his wife's twat.  The reaction that Bob heard was that of his wife's loud moan coming from around the cock that she was currently sucking upon.  Bob took in the erotic sight taking place above where he lay, as the young teen energetically humped away at his wife from behind, and then there was grunting coming from above as the teen moaned "Ohhhhhhhhhhh .................................ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...............................ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Seeing how stiff the visible portion of the teen's cock was on being pulled back as it continued to piston in and out of Connie slick slit, Bob knew that this teen was indeed a young stud who would be spewing his seed deep up into his wife's fertile womb and thus becoming a newly crowned man of the village.  "Ugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" came the loud groan coming from above where he lay, with Bob seeing the young teen keeping his cock buried up in Connie's cunny to the hilt, seeing the teen stud's body convulsing in spasms ........................................making it quite evident that he was in the process of ejaculating out all of his pent up semen!  Hearing the young teen now panting for breath, his lanky body no long in spasms, Bob watched as the still lengthy cock began to come out into view once again. 

More and more of the glistening ebony shaft began to reappear, blotched here and there with evidence of his gooey seed, then out came the bloated cockhead with a loud 'pop'!  But just a mere seconds later, out flowed a good deal of the copious amount of what the teen had spurted up into Connie's cunny, dripping straight on down to splatter directly onto his face.  Needing to close his eyes to keep from getting cum in his eyes, Bob felt the gooey mess hitting his nose and mouth, then purposely parted his lips a bit to let the it seep into his mouth.  Swirling the cum in his mouth, unable to open his eyes as they were covered in cum, Bob then heard a familiar male voice announcing "Lookee ...........................lookee ...............................Aldo is new 'man' in village of Ratango!"  Hearing the men in the audience break out in laughter, Bob corrected surmised that the village elder was pointing out to his cum covered face as evidence that young Aldo was indeed a 'man', especially with all that cum that had been ejaculated and then come spilling out from Connie's raped twat.

With his eyes sealed shut, Bob was not away of a second line having form, but now the next in that line was currently stepping up so he could replace Aldo in raping his wife from behind.  Though unseen, Bob could hear and feel the presence of the new villager having stepped up into place, then he could hear squishing sounds coming from above to make it quite evident as to what was taking place ..................................that he was now raping Connie from behind!  And finally, more sticky goo began dripping down onto is face, telling Bob that another villager would soon be stepping on up to the plate for a whack at Connie's beautiful ass.  Allowing more cum to seep between his parted lips, Bob was getting more than adequate the nourishment needed for his time in captivity, and he had a full belly by the time that the last villager in line got his turn.  With a break taking place, Bob was untied and allowed to sit up, and it took some time before he could wipe away most of the cum that covered his eyelids.  Handed a plate of food to eat, Bob really wasn't hungry as his belly was bloated from all the cum he had eaten, but he proceeded to eat the food as he didn't want to be force fed as had been relayed to the writer of the travel book that he had read.

Back on the platform having more drippings splattering on his face, Bob's excitement clearly showed as his pants had been pulled from him, and his rigid cock was had the natives chuckling and pointing at it.  Shortly after the current native humping away at Connie had dumped his load up in her, and the drippings stopped falling onto his face, Bob found his wrists being untied from around the post where they were bound above his head.  Pulled off the platform and off the ground, Bob had his hands bound his back, then two natives were guiding him on forward.  Stopped with his jutting cock a few inches from his wife's bent rear, Bob watched as the men adjusted his wife's body a bit, then he was being ushered on forward again.  The adjustment of his wife's body had been just perfect, for his shuffling on forward had his cockhead enveloped by her cunny, allowing Bob to inch his way right up into her widely stretched slit. 

Bob knew that the warm wetness enveloping his penetrating cock was from the semen from the villagers who had preceded him, this being the very first time to fuck his beautiful wife while semen from other men filled her cunny, the thought of it making his cock rock hard like never before.  Humping at his wife from behind, so excited that he was fucking her like that of a jack rabbit, and having sported a hardon for such a long period had him loosing it quite quickly.  "Ahhhhhh ......................ahhhhhhhh ......................ahhhhhhhh ....................ohhhhhhhhhh!" Bob groaned on out as he popped his nuts and spurted up into his wife's cunny.  Binding undone, physically pulled back till his cock popped out of the confining space, Bob found himself back down onto the platform once again.  One native was securing his arms back up above his head and around the supporting post of the wooden structure, and Bob looked up to see the other native fingering Connie's cunny.  Then out spurted the semen that he had ejaculated up into his wife, so it was his very own cum now splashing down onto his face.   

Delirious from being gang raped for so many hours on end, having been forced to suck off one horny native after another, it got to the point where Connie had her eyes closed and merely opened her mouth when it was nudged by another cock seeking entrance.  Little did she come to realize that it was not a native's cock nudging at her lips for a suck off, but that it was her own husband standing before her after being led their by two of the natives, and he just seemed like one of the other natives whose excited cock throbbed and pulsated in her mouth ..........................and then it would suddenly begin spurting hot slimy cream up into her sucking mouth!  Hanging her head down while panting for breath, lips parted to allow the semen to drip to the ground, it would be just seconds of reprieve before another cock sought entrance between her pink lips for her to lick and suck on his rigid tool till it popped.

Bob hoped that the contents in the book would be correct in that he and Connie would eventually be released unharmed, other than the sexual exploits that they had been put through, but there was still that element of danger and anxiety of uncertainty that had him a bit worried.  Although he was physically forced into various humiliating positions by the natives, Bob was thoroughly enjoying every moment of his captivity, especially to see and feel other men's cum oozing out of his wife's raped slit to end up splattering bout on his face.  After that first time of being allowed to fuck his own wife from behind, that first time being with his hands bound behind his back, but the next two his hands were freed and could hold onto his wife's trim hips as he took her from behind.  As he humped away each time, the natives were apparently enjoying the entertainment as Bob heard cheers and applause in the background.  After he was completely spent, two men were at his side once again, pushing him down to the ground .................making him eat all the cum out of his wife's snatch ......................his own cum that he had just ejaculated a moment before up into his wife from behind!                     
  
After three full days in captivity, blindfolded and with his wrists, Bob found himself being led through the jungle with native holding his arms so he wouldn't fall.  After a long hike and made to sit on the ground, Bob felt the binding around his wrists being loosened.  No longer hearing any movement around him, Bob got the arms free and took off the blindfold, saw that he was sitting near the rental car and the brush hiding it had all been removed.  Turning to his left, he observed his wife lying on the ground with some soft leaves under her head, for she was apparently fast asleep from her exhaustive ordeal from all the fucking she had received as well as all the sucking she had done.  Opening the car doors, he lifted his sleeping wife and carried her to the car, placing her in the backseat so she could sleep a bit more.  Starting up the car, he then headed on back to the pier where the boat was docked, planning to wake his wife then so she could shower and clean up before getting more rest. 

With Connie having showered and in bed resting aboard the yacht, Bob headed off to return the rental car and pick up some take-out food before casting off and heading back to the main island for their return trip home.  As he was headed on back to the yacht after returning the car, Bob made a note to himself 'I better hide that travel book so Connie doesn't read it and learned that it had warned about the dangers tourists faced when going up to the waterfalls!'  Then he told himself 'Damn, what a fantastic vacation!  The best one ever!  I gotta go an see if that travel writer has any other books out there!  Maybe there's one that just points out the places that are dangerous to travel to .......................for a future vacation!'  Another thought entered his mind, for Bob wondered if they'd be able to do their yearly trip, knowing that 'If Connie got knocked up by one of the natives and her stand against abortions, we'll be busy with a 3 month old this time next year!'  With his thoughts racing through his mind, Bob remembered 'I read once that the first guy in line has the best shot at it ......................so Butto not only became a 'man' that first day, but if Connie indeed had gotten knocked up, he'd have the best odds at being the father!'       


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