Chapter 2: Friendly Part 2

After my fuck-up at dinner last night I’d been careful all day. We had another lovely day and the one time I checked with Emily about putting a complaint in there was a very clear ‘Drop it’ from her, so I did.

We spent an amazing day seeing wildlife, activities of the tribe, and had some nice hand in hand walks. It was a romantic holiday, exactly as planned. It was fascinating watching how these people lived. Their lives were so much simpler than ours, they were all happy and of course I loved the distinct lack of clothes. This place was perfection, I was loving every minute of it and so was Emily.

She did sort of joke that she’d fit right in with the boobs moving naturally. It was obvious that bra’s were not a thing here, there weren’t many pert boobs to be seen. I nearly commented to her that ‘when in rome’ but decided that I didn’t want another non sex night tonight so I let that discussion slide by. She was right though, her pendulous boobs would fit right in, apart from the fact that they were white and easily four times bigger than the biggest pair I’d seen so far. Nia’s actions from last night kinda proved that Emily was rather unique here.

As the day moved on Hibo started to appear, hovering around us. It didn’t really set my alarm bells off but I certainly noticed him, in just his shorts and the sock shoved down there again. I did however notice Emily looking at him a bit more. Only to be expected I guess, I mean, he was a Greek statue of a man, just dark skinned.

There was a lot being said between Nia and Hibo, a lot that neither Emily or I could understand. However, something about their eyes and body language told me that it was about Emily. He would smile, whilst looking at my wife and she would comment. I wondered if he fancied Emily. I thought nothing of it, he was probably young enough to be our son.

We’d finished dinner that took us nearly 2 hours. We’re in no hurry, in holiday mode, when Emily said ‘Back in a sec.’ I instantly wondered about last night’s episode in the bathroom, however I simply smiled and nodded at her as she swayed in that direction.

It must have been some 10 minutes when I started to wonder where she was. I’d not seen Nia around so there was nothing to worry about, was there? However, I hope she was ok? Not a funny tummy from something she’d eaten? That’d kill the sex tonight if it was.

Another 5 minutes had passed when I very nearly got up to go find her when she appeared. I instantly knew something was wrong again. Firstly, it was the way she appeared, like she’d just been shoved, and then her walk and her face. She had a purpose with her walk and her face was red, she looked flustered and disorientated. One arm was across her chest and her head was on a pivot. I looked around with her but not a soul was interested in this woman walking towards me.

However, I was instantly confused as my wife was now wearing a skirt. It was the yellow skirt of the type that women in the village wore and that was in our closet. Her shorts were gone, and to where I don’t know. The skirt matched that of the tribe, sort of, but it was a bit longer on Emily. Coming to just below mid thigh. I had to do a double take as Emily doesn’t wear dresses or skirts. So this was a surprise and a pleasant one at that. Her legs and thighs looked great, very pale white but great. However her face told me it wasn’t time for admiration.

When she sat down she looked at her hand which appeared to have something in it. Her fist was balled tightly and her other arm was still across her chest. Her breathing was laboured, something was very wrong.

“Emily, what’s up? What’s happened?” I nearly added ‘this time’ but quickly caught myself.

Tearing her eyes from her fist, looking at me, “Nia again.” She then blasted into a torrent of updates, “Firstly she spilled something on my shorts, then my knickers, then had me wear this skirt, then she...,” and she looked at her arm across her chest, “Played with me again.”

This was a lot to take in but I locked onto one bit, “Played with?”

I was expecting a steady reply but she just dumped it all on me, “She had my boobs out and had me bent over the sink. She was feeling me up. She mooed at me.”

What the hell. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t say anything, this made no sense to me. What the fuck was going on? What did ‘mooed at me’ even mean? I looked down at her hand. Did she have her shorts in her fist? Obviously not, it was too small. What was going on?