Soon
The Start of a Wife's Story
- Thread starter Cplnvab
- Start date
Amazing story, excited for more please
You certainly know how to make me pop wood. Keep the story going and me cumming please
Chapter 46 of A Wife’s Story
It was close to midnight when Jaycee decided it was time to get ready for bed. She spent all evening watching the international news stations covering the developments in Cairo of the crowds surrounding the American Embassy.
Though mostly peaceful, the Egyptian police had to deploy teargas when the crowds got too close to the embassy gates. The Marines on the inside of the compound were prepared for the worse, but fortunately the local authorities were able to handle the situation, much to Jaycee’s relief; she was more worried about James’ safety than anything else.
Jaycee strips naked and climbs into bed just as she hears a car pull into the parking space on her residential compound. Hoping it’s James returning, she’s dismayed that it’s Jeff returning instead.
Watching Jeff exit his Mercedes, Jaycee feels a tingle in her pussy starting to arouse a growing lust inside her loins thinking about Jeff. Despite her growing distain for Jeff and his game of control over her, she does love the large black cock and the amount of cum Jeff can produce that seeps for her pussy and ass when he’s done with her.
As if on cue, Jaycee receives a text from Jeff. “I’m home. I want to see u,” he writes.
“I’m here. Come up,” Jaycee responds.
Walking back to her bedroom, Jaycee puts on a one-piece lacy negligee and goes to the front door to await Jeff. When he arrives, Jaycee opens the door and invites Jeff in. Appreciating Jaycee’s appearance, Jeff embraces her and kisses her passionately as Jaycee responds in kind.
Reaching for her ass, Jeff cups her butt cheeks, pulling her tightly towards him as Jaycee feels a fire lit in her vagina that signals to her she must have his black cock inside her to satisfy her burning lust.
As Jeff leads Jaycee to her bedroom, Gunnery Sergeant James Jackson is driving back to Maadi and hoping to the waiting arms of Mrs. Jaycee Sanders.
Parking the Sanders’ car in their parking spot at their residence, James feels like he is arriving home and likes the thought that Jaycee will be here with a hug and kiss after the tense stand-off at the embassy.
Using the front door key, James figures that Jaycee must be in bed so he quietly walks to the bedroom where he hears muffled grunts and the audible slap of skin on skin.
Nearing the bedroom door, James peeks in and sees Jeff and Jaycee fucking like dogs on the bed. In their lust, Jeff and Jaycee don’t notice James standing in the doorway watching them.
Seeing Jeff fucking Jaycee dismays James as he turns to leave. Placing the car keys on the kitchen table, James lets himself out as he hears Jaycee moan in ******* as Jeff plows into her sopping cunt, ready to explode sending his black sperm into the white woman’s pussy.
James begins the short walk to the taxi stand for the ride back to his apartment in downtown Cairo. Each step he takes, the more he seethes about what he saw.
“Not even gone a day and that married slut is fucking Jeff,” James says to himself as sadness turns to ire feeling betrayed and used by that little slut.
Meanwhile, Jeff is pulling his spent black cock from Jaycee’s quivering cunt trailing a stream of sperm onto the bed sheets that sends Jaycee collapsing prone into her pillow.
Slapping her on the ass, Jeff climbs out of the bed to use the bathroom. While Jaycee hears Jeff pissing into the toilet, she rolls over onto her back and feels her swollen, shaved pussy leaking Jeff’s cum which she uses to bring herself to another intense orgasm.
As she brings herself to another orgasm, she sees Jeff watching her from the bathroom door with a grin on his face.
“That’s it my little slut. Where’s your butt plug?” Jeff asks a trembling Jaycee.
After a minute, Jaycee recovers enough to reach into her nightstand to retrieve the plug that Jeff bought her to wear for the Marine Ball.
“Roll over and hand me that,” Jeff tells Jaycee.
Obediently knowing what to expect, Jaycee rolls over and spends her ass waiting for the plug to be inserted. Using his cum inside of the Jaycee’s pussy for lubrication, Jeff easily inserts the plug into the lovely ass of his married slut.
Feeling the push of the plug into her ass, Jaycee likes the sensation of fullness in her as she rubs her clit bringing herself to another quivering orgasm.
Once again recovering, Jaycee looks up to see Jeff has left. Not knowing if Jeff intended for her to leave the plug in her ass, she removes it and goes into the bathroom to clean it and jumps into the shower for a quick wash.
Toweling off, Jaycee glances at the clock on her nightstand to see that it’s two in the morning and she wonders if James is still at the embassy.
“I’ll send him a text to see how he is,” Jaycee thinks to herself as she heads to the kitchen, wrapped in her bath towel to retrieve her cell phone.
Walking past the kitchen table, Jaycee sees the car keys laying there which gives her pause for a moment, then walks to the patio windows to see that her car is back in place which James borrowed from her earlier in the last morning to drive to the embassy.
Confused for a moment, Jaycee realizes that James was here and he must have come in when she and Jeff were fucking.
“Oh my god! No! James!” Jaycee reacts and she hurriedly types a text to him.
“James. Please call!”
Jaycee waited until 3 a.m. for the call that never came. What started the day with elation and the promise of being in James’ arms has ended in dismay for Jaycee. Her dark mood of loneliness has returned as she goes to bed sobbing into her pillow.
Sleeping through the call to prayers later that morning, Jaycee is awoken by her cell phone ringing. Looking at the caller ID, it’s her husband Mike calling.
“Hi Sweetheart! How are you?” Mike asks from his office at the consulate in Alexandria.
“Mike. I want to go back home. I hate it here and I want to go back home,” is Jaycee’s response.
Taken aback, Mike replies, “Jaycee, what’s going on? Is it Jeff? Maybe you should come to Alexandria for a while.”
“No Mike. I want to go back home, pick up the ******* from your parents, and stay back in the states until you are done here,” Jaycee insists.
Feeling like he has finally lost his wife, Mike can only say ok and what her thoughts are on going back home.
“I want to go back to Jacksonville and see if I can get my old job at the hospital. I’m sure you can get a position there on base when you tour is up here,” Jaycee says.
Agreeing with his wife, Mike asks for some time to make arrangements for Jaycee to pack the house up and return to North Carolina.
Hanging up with Mike, Jaycee wants to tell James that she is moving to Jacksonville and to hope he can get stationed at Camp Lejeune when he is done here, and they can be together without Jeff around.
But first, she must hope James responds to her phone calls and texts. Up to now, he has ignored her outreach.
For James’ part, he is sitting at his desk in the security office pretending to work, but he is silently fuming about Jaycee as he glances as his cell phone looking at the missed calls and texts from Jaycee.
He finally agrees to respond to her last text, typing, “When can I see you again?” immediately regretting that he is falling deeper into this chasm that he may not be able to climb out of.
A few minutes later, Jaycee writes back, “Can I come see you? I need to get out.”
James considers Jaycee’s request and responds, “Come to my place right across the street from the embassy. Apt 501 at 1pm.”
Finally getting an answer from James brightens Jaycee’s mood and she’s looking forward to have a reason to get out of the house. Phoning the embassy motor pool, Jaycee requests a car to pick her up.
Dressing in a conservative dress with wedge-heeled shoes, Jaycee wants to look good for James, especially since he may be angry at catching Jeff fucking her earlier this morning, and she can’t blame him for that. Looking in the mirror as she applies make-up, she mulls how much of a slut she has become in such a short time in Cairo, mostly thanks to Jeff’s debauchery.
Arriving at James’ apartment building, Jaycee takes the elevator to the 5th floor. Ringing the doorbell, James opens the door, and he feels his heart swell when he she’s the beautiful blonde, blue-eyed wife of another man staring up at him.
“Hi Jaycee. Please come in,” James says.
Walking into James’ apartment for the first time, Jaycee takes in his taste in decorating which consists of a lot of mementos of Egypt.
Inviting Jaycee to join him on the sofa, James looks at Jaycee for a moment before speaking. “Jaycee, can you explain to me why you were fucking Jeff so soon after I left for the embassy? Are you that much of a slut that you can just switch going from one black cock to another?”
Looking at her folded hands, Jaycee struggles to respond. After a minute she looks over at James with a tear running down her cheek.
“Oh, James. I am so, so sorry. Jeff’s game got me again. He holds control over me. He told me he can make my life here very nice or very bad, so for the sake of my family, I opted for very nice, and I do what he tells me.”
James’ ire turns from Jaycee now to Jeff. “Can you not see him again? Can you call his bluff? What does your husband say about it?”
“My husband accepts that Jeff kind of “owns” me, but he’s been so busy with being away….” Jaycee says trailing off in thought.
Regaining her thoughts, Jaycee continues, “I told Mike I want to leave here and go back home. Specifically, I want to go back to Jacksonville and maybe get back my old job at the hospital. I hope you’ll be at Lejeune soon after you leave here.”
“Jaycee, realistically, we are both married, at least I am technically and probably won’t see my wife again until divorce court. What do you think will happen if we both are in Jacksonville? Will you still be married, or is your cuck hubby going to be cool about us two?” James asks.
“He may not be comfortable with me seeing an enlisted Marine, but I will convince him that you complete me,” Jaycee smiles, reaching for James’ hand.
--- To be continued
It was close to midnight when Jaycee decided it was time to get ready for bed. She spent all evening watching the international news stations covering the developments in Cairo of the crowds surrounding the American Embassy.
Though mostly peaceful, the Egyptian police had to deploy teargas when the crowds got too close to the embassy gates. The Marines on the inside of the compound were prepared for the worse, but fortunately the local authorities were able to handle the situation, much to Jaycee’s relief; she was more worried about James’ safety than anything else.
Jaycee strips naked and climbs into bed just as she hears a car pull into the parking space on her residential compound. Hoping it’s James returning, she’s dismayed that it’s Jeff returning instead.
Watching Jeff exit his Mercedes, Jaycee feels a tingle in her pussy starting to arouse a growing lust inside her loins thinking about Jeff. Despite her growing distain for Jeff and his game of control over her, she does love the large black cock and the amount of cum Jeff can produce that seeps for her pussy and ass when he’s done with her.
As if on cue, Jaycee receives a text from Jeff. “I’m home. I want to see u,” he writes.
“I’m here. Come up,” Jaycee responds.
Walking back to her bedroom, Jaycee puts on a one-piece lacy negligee and goes to the front door to await Jeff. When he arrives, Jaycee opens the door and invites Jeff in. Appreciating Jaycee’s appearance, Jeff embraces her and kisses her passionately as Jaycee responds in kind.
Reaching for her ass, Jeff cups her butt cheeks, pulling her tightly towards him as Jaycee feels a fire lit in her vagina that signals to her she must have his black cock inside her to satisfy her burning lust.
As Jeff leads Jaycee to her bedroom, Gunnery Sergeant James Jackson is driving back to Maadi and hoping to the waiting arms of Mrs. Jaycee Sanders.
Parking the Sanders’ car in their parking spot at their residence, James feels like he is arriving home and likes the thought that Jaycee will be here with a hug and kiss after the tense stand-off at the embassy.
Using the front door key, James figures that Jaycee must be in bed so he quietly walks to the bedroom where he hears muffled grunts and the audible slap of skin on skin.
Nearing the bedroom door, James peeks in and sees Jeff and Jaycee fucking like dogs on the bed. In their lust, Jeff and Jaycee don’t notice James standing in the doorway watching them.
Seeing Jeff fucking Jaycee dismays James as he turns to leave. Placing the car keys on the kitchen table, James lets himself out as he hears Jaycee moan in ******* as Jeff plows into her sopping cunt, ready to explode sending his black sperm into the white woman’s pussy.
James begins the short walk to the taxi stand for the ride back to his apartment in downtown Cairo. Each step he takes, the more he seethes about what he saw.
“Not even gone a day and that married slut is fucking Jeff,” James says to himself as sadness turns to ire feeling betrayed and used by that little slut.
Meanwhile, Jeff is pulling his spent black cock from Jaycee’s quivering cunt trailing a stream of sperm onto the bed sheets that sends Jaycee collapsing prone into her pillow.
Slapping her on the ass, Jeff climbs out of the bed to use the bathroom. While Jaycee hears Jeff pissing into the toilet, she rolls over onto her back and feels her swollen, shaved pussy leaking Jeff’s cum which she uses to bring herself to another intense orgasm.
As she brings herself to another orgasm, she sees Jeff watching her from the bathroom door with a grin on his face.
“That’s it my little slut. Where’s your butt plug?” Jeff asks a trembling Jaycee.
After a minute, Jaycee recovers enough to reach into her nightstand to retrieve the plug that Jeff bought her to wear for the Marine Ball.
“Roll over and hand me that,” Jeff tells Jaycee.
Obediently knowing what to expect, Jaycee rolls over and spends her ass waiting for the plug to be inserted. Using his cum inside of the Jaycee’s pussy for lubrication, Jeff easily inserts the plug into the lovely ass of his married slut.
Feeling the push of the plug into her ass, Jaycee likes the sensation of fullness in her as she rubs her clit bringing herself to another quivering orgasm.
Once again recovering, Jaycee looks up to see Jeff has left. Not knowing if Jeff intended for her to leave the plug in her ass, she removes it and goes into the bathroom to clean it and jumps into the shower for a quick wash.
Toweling off, Jaycee glances at the clock on her nightstand to see that it’s two in the morning and she wonders if James is still at the embassy.
“I’ll send him a text to see how he is,” Jaycee thinks to herself as she heads to the kitchen, wrapped in her bath towel to retrieve her cell phone.
Walking past the kitchen table, Jaycee sees the car keys laying there which gives her pause for a moment, then walks to the patio windows to see that her car is back in place which James borrowed from her earlier in the last morning to drive to the embassy.
Confused for a moment, Jaycee realizes that James was here and he must have come in when she and Jeff were fucking.
“Oh my god! No! James!” Jaycee reacts and she hurriedly types a text to him.
“James. Please call!”
Jaycee waited until 3 a.m. for the call that never came. What started the day with elation and the promise of being in James’ arms has ended in dismay for Jaycee. Her dark mood of loneliness has returned as she goes to bed sobbing into her pillow.
Sleeping through the call to prayers later that morning, Jaycee is awoken by her cell phone ringing. Looking at the caller ID, it’s her husband Mike calling.
“Hi Sweetheart! How are you?” Mike asks from his office at the consulate in Alexandria.
“Mike. I want to go back home. I hate it here and I want to go back home,” is Jaycee’s response.
Taken aback, Mike replies, “Jaycee, what’s going on? Is it Jeff? Maybe you should come to Alexandria for a while.”
“No Mike. I want to go back home, pick up the ******* from your parents, and stay back in the states until you are done here,” Jaycee insists.
Feeling like he has finally lost his wife, Mike can only say ok and what her thoughts are on going back home.
“I want to go back to Jacksonville and see if I can get my old job at the hospital. I’m sure you can get a position there on base when you tour is up here,” Jaycee says.
Agreeing with his wife, Mike asks for some time to make arrangements for Jaycee to pack the house up and return to North Carolina.
Hanging up with Mike, Jaycee wants to tell James that she is moving to Jacksonville and to hope he can get stationed at Camp Lejeune when he is done here, and they can be together without Jeff around.
But first, she must hope James responds to her phone calls and texts. Up to now, he has ignored her outreach.
For James’ part, he is sitting at his desk in the security office pretending to work, but he is silently fuming about Jaycee as he glances as his cell phone looking at the missed calls and texts from Jaycee.
He finally agrees to respond to her last text, typing, “When can I see you again?” immediately regretting that he is falling deeper into this chasm that he may not be able to climb out of.
A few minutes later, Jaycee writes back, “Can I come see you? I need to get out.”
James considers Jaycee’s request and responds, “Come to my place right across the street from the embassy. Apt 501 at 1pm.”
Finally getting an answer from James brightens Jaycee’s mood and she’s looking forward to have a reason to get out of the house. Phoning the embassy motor pool, Jaycee requests a car to pick her up.
Dressing in a conservative dress with wedge-heeled shoes, Jaycee wants to look good for James, especially since he may be angry at catching Jeff fucking her earlier this morning, and she can’t blame him for that. Looking in the mirror as she applies make-up, she mulls how much of a slut she has become in such a short time in Cairo, mostly thanks to Jeff’s debauchery.
Arriving at James’ apartment building, Jaycee takes the elevator to the 5th floor. Ringing the doorbell, James opens the door, and he feels his heart swell when he she’s the beautiful blonde, blue-eyed wife of another man staring up at him.
“Hi Jaycee. Please come in,” James says.
Walking into James’ apartment for the first time, Jaycee takes in his taste in decorating which consists of a lot of mementos of Egypt.
Inviting Jaycee to join him on the sofa, James looks at Jaycee for a moment before speaking. “Jaycee, can you explain to me why you were fucking Jeff so soon after I left for the embassy? Are you that much of a slut that you can just switch going from one black cock to another?”
Looking at her folded hands, Jaycee struggles to respond. After a minute she looks over at James with a tear running down her cheek.
“Oh, James. I am so, so sorry. Jeff’s game got me again. He holds control over me. He told me he can make my life here very nice or very bad, so for the sake of my family, I opted for very nice, and I do what he tells me.”
James’ ire turns from Jaycee now to Jeff. “Can you not see him again? Can you call his bluff? What does your husband say about it?”
“My husband accepts that Jeff kind of “owns” me, but he’s been so busy with being away….” Jaycee says trailing off in thought.
Regaining her thoughts, Jaycee continues, “I told Mike I want to leave here and go back home. Specifically, I want to go back to Jacksonville and maybe get back my old job at the hospital. I hope you’ll be at Lejeune soon after you leave here.”
“Jaycee, realistically, we are both married, at least I am technically and probably won’t see my wife again until divorce court. What do you think will happen if we both are in Jacksonville? Will you still be married, or is your cuck hubby going to be cool about us two?” James asks.
“He may not be comfortable with me seeing an enlisted Marine, but I will convince him that you complete me,” Jaycee smiles, reaching for James’ hand.
--- To be continued
Wow, what a turn. Great story has so many angles to play. Thank you until the next hot chapter. If you write anywhere else please let me know.
Jacyee is a true American BBC whore, who loves to be used by black men, damn I am surprise that she hasn't get knock by one of them yet
Thank you for continuing a very erotic and fascinating recollection of Jaycee’s adventures.
Jeff is a bit over the top for sure. Years ago, we encountered a lover who exhibited a similar behavior. Eva moved on pretty quickly.
Eva and I are both looking forward to following your recollections. Keep up the wonderful work.
Jeff is a bit over the top for sure. Years ago, we encountered a lover who exhibited a similar behavior. Eva moved on pretty quickly.
Eva and I are both looking forward to following your recollections. Keep up the wonderful work.
Once again excellent. Hope when this story line runs it's course you have your next adventure in mind. Always look forward to the next chapter.
Chapter 47 Of A Wife’s Story
Both Jaycee and James were feeling better about their situation as they sat in James’ apartment in downtown Cairo, across the street from the embassy.
“James, how much time do you have before you have to be back at work?” Jaycee coyly inquires.
“Well, baby, what can we do in 10 minutes?” James responds.
Standing up, Jaycee kneels before James and unbuckles his belt, unsnap his trousers and pulls them and his boxers to his ankles.
His big black cock is already coming to attention with the anticipation of what is to come as Jaycee stands and reaches under her dress to pull off her thong panties. Keeping her dress hiked up, Jaycee straddles James, reaching down to guide his now erect black cock into the waiting and moist pussy.
Sliding all the way down the black shaft with a grunt and with James’ hands on her ass, they strike a rhythm that is sure to get them both into orgasmic bliss soon.
Fucking in silence as Jaycee rides James, she can feel another orgasm build just as James picks up the pace as he nears his own orgasm. With one great push up into the white married cunt, James unloads into Jaycee that matches the quivering orgasm coursing through her body.
Collapsing into James’ body, the two lovers gasp as one as they recover from the rapid sexual release that they both needed.
Finally looking at James, Jaycee cups his face and kisses him lightly and says, “Thank you my strong Marine. I only want you. You are all I need.”
James smiles and replies, “This is going to be complicated, baby. We only have a couple of weeks until I have to say good-bye so let’s make the best of it.”
Kissing him one more time, Jaycee dismounts from James trailing sperm and pussy juice onto the sofa, down her inner thighs. Quickly picking up her thong, she wipes herself as best she can, then looks at James with a smile and says, “Mind if I leave these with you?”
Laughing, James says, “Hell yeah. Love me some dirty panties,” as he takes them from Jaycee and wipes his softening cock.
Standing up to pull up his boxers and trousers, James says, “I’ll walk you over to the motor pool so you can catch a ride back home.”
As they pass through the gate to the embassy, Jaycee sees Jeff getting into his car to leave. Not wanting Jeff to see her, especially with James, she waits until he drives away before continuing to walk.
“I guess you saw Jeff too. Is he going to be a problem for you or are you going to keep fucking him until the last day?” James asks, somewhat teasingly.
“Stop it, James. Don’t ruin my mood right now please,” Jaycee replies giving James a playful punch to his muscular arm.
Securing an embassy car for the trip back to Maadi, Jaycee stops by the embassy post office to check on mail. There’s an envelope from the ambassador’s office that she stops to open as she says good-bye to James as he bounds up the steps to the chancery building.
Inside the envelope is an invitation to the ambassador’s Holiday Party on a yacht owned by the president of ARAMCO Egypt that will sail along the Nile for the event.
“This will be nice Christmas present for me, and just before I’m leaving to go back home,” Jaycee thinks to herself and plans to RSVP to the ambassador’s office.
Arriving home, she sees that Jeff is also home, but doesn’t try to stop by to say hello, not knowing what Jeff will want of her next.
Over the next couple of days, Jaycee busies herself with getting things in order to return to the states. Whenever Mike is done with his duties in Alexandria, he’ll have to get an apartment to stay in until his tour is up in Egypt.
With the Holiday Party nearing, Jaycee holds out a golden gown to wear, to include thigh high stockings and matching heels. All her other clothes that she doesn’t need will be shipped back home in a couple days when the packers and movers arrive.
As she is making out her list of things to do, there’s a knock at the front door. Answering the door, she opens it up to see Jeff there, casually leaning against the porch railing.
“Hello Jaycee. I hear you’re not going to be around much longer. Why am I just now hearing about this?” Jeff asks.
“Well Jeff, it was the perfect time for me to leave this hell hole with the ******* already back in the states visiting their grandparents. Mike will be fine when he’s done in Alex, and I am not saddened to not see you again,” Jaycee states throwing a curve at Jeff.
Collecting his thoughts as he is not used to being challenged so directly, especially by one his paramours he says, “Well Jaycee. Such a turn of events, but just as well as I have my eye on an incoming little redhead slut filling in a billet in the economics attaché office. I think she will make quite the replacement for you. Oh, are you going to the ambassador’s soiree for the Holidays?”
“Yes, I am. I think it’ll be a grand finale for my last few days here. And, if you have any ideas, I think I will go alone. Maybe see if the ambassador has a date, or needs one,” Jaycee winks at Jeff, closing the door before he can offer a retort.
Feeling like a ton of weight has been lifted from her, she no longer needs to give in to Jeff’s twisted sense of control. If only he wasn’t so much of a sociopath, he’d be a decent friend with benefits. And while she’s thinking about it, she goes to her nightstand to retrieve the butt plug and walks back to the kitchen to throw it in the trash bin as a final act of defiance at Jeff.
While Jaycee is in the act of throwing the butt plug away, Jeff is fuming as he walks back to his home. Going into his study, Jeff dials a local number. “Fawzi here,” is the answer.
Fawzi runs some local horse stables that provide horseback riding excursions around the pyramids and sphinx and longer tours through the desert to the Saqqara pyramids south of Giza. It serves as the perfect cover for Fawzi’s other venture; that of identifying western women that would make ideal candidates for his sex trade clients. Usually, those young women who show up that are alone or with another similar female, but independent-minded which make the best ones, depending on the perversions and criteria of his clients.
The horseback ride to Saqqara usually takes about 4 hours depending on the amount of galloping the horses do. This gives Fawzi and his henchmen an opportunity to gauge the eligibility of the women for his clients. Usually by the time the ride is ended at Saqqara, the western women are fatigued enough that they are open to the suggestion of going into one of the burial chambers in the pyramid offering coolness from the Egyptian sun. Once inside and the women are what Fawzi is looking for, they are ambushed, restrained, and sedated, then hustled off to a waiting van that had just pulled up the chamber’s opening. Once inside the van, Fawzi’s job is done, and the women are usually never seen again by their families or friends.
“Fawzi, I have a favor. An acquaintance, or I should say a blonde, blue eyed American woman will be offered a free horseback ride to Saqqara. She’ll be alone. Her family is away. If she should turn up missing, nobody will know for quite a while. I want you to evaluate her to see if she is worth anything for your clients. I can attest, she is very adept sexually, but is older than your usual targets. She may be a good fit for one your older clients. You know, those gentlemen that can’t keep up with their younger proteges any longer, or maybe some whorehouse in Khartoum,” Jeff says with a smirk.
“Interesting, Mr. Jeff. Let me know when she will be coming and we will show her our exclusive tour package,” Fawzi says, smiling through tea-stained teeth.
Over the last couple of years, Jeff has pocketed some “finder’s fees” for recommending to young western women that he has met either at social occasions or a hotel lobby bar that they go to the pyramids for horseback riding tours. Slipping them Fawzi’s business card, he bids them adieu and hope they enjoy their time in the land of the Pharaohs. A few days later, an envelope arrives to his house and given to his maid. Inside the envelope is usually $10,000 in equivalent Egyptian pounds, unless the target met other qualifications.
Jeff is already planning for the new redhead young woman coming in a couple of weeks, that Jeff was given the opportunity to sponsor, much like he did for Jaycee and her family. A redhead is a real bonus for Fawzi and would fetch top dollar for such a jewel, if Jeff can deliver.
Normally he does not target embassy employees or family members, but Jaycee will be the exception. Too bad her ******* is not here; mom/******* packages are very lucrative throughout the sex trade world and Jeff would get triple his regular fee. But, alas, it’ll just be Jaycee. Even if she doesn’t get taken, it’ll be a good revenge for betraying him on their agreement.
Setting the plot’s wheels in motion, Jeff calls Jaycee on her cell phone. “Yes, Jeff?’ Jaycee reluctantly answers.
“Jaycee, I am truly sorry to see you go sooner than you were supposed to. Will you let me offer a friendly going away gift? I know you haven’t been to the pyramids yet and there are several ways to tour them. I have a friend who owns a horse stable, and he does tours through the desert to the various pyramids, and the Saqqara pyramids rival the Giza pyramids. Mind if I treat you to an all-expense paid day tour to Saqqara? You’ll regret never visiting once you leave,” Jeff says hopefully.
Considering for a minute, but still leery of Jeff’s ulterior motive, she says, “Okay Jeff. That’s very generous and thoughtful of you. When is the tour available?”
“Why wait. How about tomorrow? I can arrange for a car to pick you up and when you get back at the end of the day, just call for one,” Jeff replies, pleased that Jaycee took the bait.
Hanging up with Jeff, Jaycee considers what the next day would have in store. Fortunately, she hasn’t packed her blue jeans yet and a pair of cowboy boots that are more fashionable, than functional, but they would be better than sandals or running shoes.
Since its December, it still gets cool in the desert, so she opts for a knit sweater, and ball cap as well. Thinking she should let someone know, she calls James to tell him where she’ll be.
“Jaycee, I don’t think that’s a very good idea especially going there alone. Where did you get this trip?” James asks suspiciously.
“It’s a gift from Jeff as a going away present,” Jaycee replies, much to the alarm of James.
“Jaycee, I’m warning you don’t go. It’s not safe for you to go, especially if Jeff is behind this. Did you have it out with him?” James asks.
“Well, I kind of closed the door on him, but he called back later with this offer,” Jaycee offers as James begins to seethe.
“Jaycee, I’m getting a car to come out to see you after I talk to the Security Officer and FBI attaché. Do not engage with Jeff ever again after this. I will explain when I get there.”
---To Be Continued
Both Jaycee and James were feeling better about their situation as they sat in James’ apartment in downtown Cairo, across the street from the embassy.
“James, how much time do you have before you have to be back at work?” Jaycee coyly inquires.
“Well, baby, what can we do in 10 minutes?” James responds.
Standing up, Jaycee kneels before James and unbuckles his belt, unsnap his trousers and pulls them and his boxers to his ankles.
His big black cock is already coming to attention with the anticipation of what is to come as Jaycee stands and reaches under her dress to pull off her thong panties. Keeping her dress hiked up, Jaycee straddles James, reaching down to guide his now erect black cock into the waiting and moist pussy.
Sliding all the way down the black shaft with a grunt and with James’ hands on her ass, they strike a rhythm that is sure to get them both into orgasmic bliss soon.
Fucking in silence as Jaycee rides James, she can feel another orgasm build just as James picks up the pace as he nears his own orgasm. With one great push up into the white married cunt, James unloads into Jaycee that matches the quivering orgasm coursing through her body.
Collapsing into James’ body, the two lovers gasp as one as they recover from the rapid sexual release that they both needed.
Finally looking at James, Jaycee cups his face and kisses him lightly and says, “Thank you my strong Marine. I only want you. You are all I need.”
James smiles and replies, “This is going to be complicated, baby. We only have a couple of weeks until I have to say good-bye so let’s make the best of it.”
Kissing him one more time, Jaycee dismounts from James trailing sperm and pussy juice onto the sofa, down her inner thighs. Quickly picking up her thong, she wipes herself as best she can, then looks at James with a smile and says, “Mind if I leave these with you?”
Laughing, James says, “Hell yeah. Love me some dirty panties,” as he takes them from Jaycee and wipes his softening cock.
Standing up to pull up his boxers and trousers, James says, “I’ll walk you over to the motor pool so you can catch a ride back home.”
As they pass through the gate to the embassy, Jaycee sees Jeff getting into his car to leave. Not wanting Jeff to see her, especially with James, she waits until he drives away before continuing to walk.
“I guess you saw Jeff too. Is he going to be a problem for you or are you going to keep fucking him until the last day?” James asks, somewhat teasingly.
“Stop it, James. Don’t ruin my mood right now please,” Jaycee replies giving James a playful punch to his muscular arm.
Securing an embassy car for the trip back to Maadi, Jaycee stops by the embassy post office to check on mail. There’s an envelope from the ambassador’s office that she stops to open as she says good-bye to James as he bounds up the steps to the chancery building.
Inside the envelope is an invitation to the ambassador’s Holiday Party on a yacht owned by the president of ARAMCO Egypt that will sail along the Nile for the event.
“This will be nice Christmas present for me, and just before I’m leaving to go back home,” Jaycee thinks to herself and plans to RSVP to the ambassador’s office.
Arriving home, she sees that Jeff is also home, but doesn’t try to stop by to say hello, not knowing what Jeff will want of her next.
Over the next couple of days, Jaycee busies herself with getting things in order to return to the states. Whenever Mike is done with his duties in Alexandria, he’ll have to get an apartment to stay in until his tour is up in Egypt.
With the Holiday Party nearing, Jaycee holds out a golden gown to wear, to include thigh high stockings and matching heels. All her other clothes that she doesn’t need will be shipped back home in a couple days when the packers and movers arrive.
As she is making out her list of things to do, there’s a knock at the front door. Answering the door, she opens it up to see Jeff there, casually leaning against the porch railing.
“Hello Jaycee. I hear you’re not going to be around much longer. Why am I just now hearing about this?” Jeff asks.
“Well Jeff, it was the perfect time for me to leave this hell hole with the ******* already back in the states visiting their grandparents. Mike will be fine when he’s done in Alex, and I am not saddened to not see you again,” Jaycee states throwing a curve at Jeff.
Collecting his thoughts as he is not used to being challenged so directly, especially by one his paramours he says, “Well Jaycee. Such a turn of events, but just as well as I have my eye on an incoming little redhead slut filling in a billet in the economics attaché office. I think she will make quite the replacement for you. Oh, are you going to the ambassador’s soiree for the Holidays?”
“Yes, I am. I think it’ll be a grand finale for my last few days here. And, if you have any ideas, I think I will go alone. Maybe see if the ambassador has a date, or needs one,” Jaycee winks at Jeff, closing the door before he can offer a retort.
Feeling like a ton of weight has been lifted from her, she no longer needs to give in to Jeff’s twisted sense of control. If only he wasn’t so much of a sociopath, he’d be a decent friend with benefits. And while she’s thinking about it, she goes to her nightstand to retrieve the butt plug and walks back to the kitchen to throw it in the trash bin as a final act of defiance at Jeff.
While Jaycee is in the act of throwing the butt plug away, Jeff is fuming as he walks back to his home. Going into his study, Jeff dials a local number. “Fawzi here,” is the answer.
Fawzi runs some local horse stables that provide horseback riding excursions around the pyramids and sphinx and longer tours through the desert to the Saqqara pyramids south of Giza. It serves as the perfect cover for Fawzi’s other venture; that of identifying western women that would make ideal candidates for his sex trade clients. Usually, those young women who show up that are alone or with another similar female, but independent-minded which make the best ones, depending on the perversions and criteria of his clients.
The horseback ride to Saqqara usually takes about 4 hours depending on the amount of galloping the horses do. This gives Fawzi and his henchmen an opportunity to gauge the eligibility of the women for his clients. Usually by the time the ride is ended at Saqqara, the western women are fatigued enough that they are open to the suggestion of going into one of the burial chambers in the pyramid offering coolness from the Egyptian sun. Once inside and the women are what Fawzi is looking for, they are ambushed, restrained, and sedated, then hustled off to a waiting van that had just pulled up the chamber’s opening. Once inside the van, Fawzi’s job is done, and the women are usually never seen again by their families or friends.
“Fawzi, I have a favor. An acquaintance, or I should say a blonde, blue eyed American woman will be offered a free horseback ride to Saqqara. She’ll be alone. Her family is away. If she should turn up missing, nobody will know for quite a while. I want you to evaluate her to see if she is worth anything for your clients. I can attest, she is very adept sexually, but is older than your usual targets. She may be a good fit for one your older clients. You know, those gentlemen that can’t keep up with their younger proteges any longer, or maybe some whorehouse in Khartoum,” Jeff says with a smirk.
“Interesting, Mr. Jeff. Let me know when she will be coming and we will show her our exclusive tour package,” Fawzi says, smiling through tea-stained teeth.
Over the last couple of years, Jeff has pocketed some “finder’s fees” for recommending to young western women that he has met either at social occasions or a hotel lobby bar that they go to the pyramids for horseback riding tours. Slipping them Fawzi’s business card, he bids them adieu and hope they enjoy their time in the land of the Pharaohs. A few days later, an envelope arrives to his house and given to his maid. Inside the envelope is usually $10,000 in equivalent Egyptian pounds, unless the target met other qualifications.
Jeff is already planning for the new redhead young woman coming in a couple of weeks, that Jeff was given the opportunity to sponsor, much like he did for Jaycee and her family. A redhead is a real bonus for Fawzi and would fetch top dollar for such a jewel, if Jeff can deliver.
Normally he does not target embassy employees or family members, but Jaycee will be the exception. Too bad her ******* is not here; mom/******* packages are very lucrative throughout the sex trade world and Jeff would get triple his regular fee. But, alas, it’ll just be Jaycee. Even if she doesn’t get taken, it’ll be a good revenge for betraying him on their agreement.
Setting the plot’s wheels in motion, Jeff calls Jaycee on her cell phone. “Yes, Jeff?’ Jaycee reluctantly answers.
“Jaycee, I am truly sorry to see you go sooner than you were supposed to. Will you let me offer a friendly going away gift? I know you haven’t been to the pyramids yet and there are several ways to tour them. I have a friend who owns a horse stable, and he does tours through the desert to the various pyramids, and the Saqqara pyramids rival the Giza pyramids. Mind if I treat you to an all-expense paid day tour to Saqqara? You’ll regret never visiting once you leave,” Jeff says hopefully.
Considering for a minute, but still leery of Jeff’s ulterior motive, she says, “Okay Jeff. That’s very generous and thoughtful of you. When is the tour available?”
“Why wait. How about tomorrow? I can arrange for a car to pick you up and when you get back at the end of the day, just call for one,” Jeff replies, pleased that Jaycee took the bait.
Hanging up with Jeff, Jaycee considers what the next day would have in store. Fortunately, she hasn’t packed her blue jeans yet and a pair of cowboy boots that are more fashionable, than functional, but they would be better than sandals or running shoes.
Since its December, it still gets cool in the desert, so she opts for a knit sweater, and ball cap as well. Thinking she should let someone know, she calls James to tell him where she’ll be.
“Jaycee, I don’t think that’s a very good idea especially going there alone. Where did you get this trip?” James asks suspiciously.
“It’s a gift from Jeff as a going away present,” Jaycee replies, much to the alarm of James.
“Jaycee, I’m warning you don’t go. It’s not safe for you to go, especially if Jeff is behind this. Did you have it out with him?” James asks.
“Well, I kind of closed the door on him, but he called back later with this offer,” Jaycee offers as James begins to seethe.
“Jaycee, I’m getting a car to come out to see you after I talk to the Security Officer and FBI attaché. Do not engage with Jeff ever again after this. I will explain when I get there.”
---To Be Continued
Always a great story to read, hopefully to see some pictures with it next time
Thanks for taking the time to read!
Can’t wait for the next chapter
Doesn't help to put down towels, she'll just flood through them, that pussy gets so wet!!!!
She loves swallowing cock and cum!!!
You should have this published in a book
Looking into it... thanks!
Doing good my friend!!! I'm still dying to fuck her!!!!
Oh damn, hello!!!! She is gorgeous!!!!!
WOW what a way to leave us hanging. Can't wait for the next chapter. It keeps getting better and better.
