Chapter 1

“Honey, can you hear me?” Michelle’s voice sounded out of Bastian’s laptop.

“Yeah, darling, I can hear you perfectly,” Bastian answered, waving back at his young wife on the screen before him.

“We’ve finally arrived in the village, and everything is set for the wedding the day after tomorrow. Two weeks are over, only two more to go until you’ve got me back in good old Germany!”

Bastian smiled at her and once again he became painfully aware that Michelle had been gone for 14 days already. Out of the blue, Tuli, one of Michelle’s best friends at university, had invited her and the two other girls, Nadine and Vanessa, of their once inseparable group, to her wedding in Namibia. No plus ones. She had fallen in love with a Himba tribesman and was to marry him in his village in the northern part of the country. Why she had chosen to abandon a western life in the city in favor of a nomadic life was beyond Bastian, but Michelle was very sympathetic with her friend’s choice.

Michelle, Bastian’s 27-year-old wife of two years, and the other girls quickly drew up a plan to turn this wedding visit into a four-week-long vacation and safari through the former German colony to celebrate their reunion using up almost their entire annual vacation. Although Bastian wasn’t quite sure whether he liked the idea of his beautiful, slender wife touring through Africa, he understood how important the bond between the girls was to her, and it didn’t take very long until he gave his consent.

He drove her to the airport in Munich himself and waved her goodbye, taking a last good look at her lovely appearance with her long, blond hair, tied back in a ponytail, and her gorgeous tush swaying left and right in her khaki shorts that revealed a good amount of her long and slender legs.

For Bastian, the first week proved to be the easiest part of the challenge. Once or twice a day he would video chat with Michelle, and a good cell phone coverage enabled them to text regularly, so he would know all about their lazy days at the beaches, activities in the cities and so on.

The second week, however, proved to be rather complicated. On their way up North, the girls spent a week on safari through various national parks, and only every other day, when she had wi-fi access in one of the safari lodges, was Bastian able to video chat or text with Michelle to hear all about their adventures, get pictures of Zebras, Giraffes and Lions and regularly be assured of his wife’s safety.

Michelle’s safety wasn’t Bastian’s own cause of concern though. Never before had he been parted from his wife for that long, and although he tried his best, he couldn’t help but feel the rising sexual appetite within him. The thought of having to cope for another whole fortnight without Michelle’s soft skin, the fabulous feeling of her hands around his cock, her magnificent, round C-Cup breasts or the warm wetness of her pussy with that well-trimmed, dark blond landing strip on top caused Bastian to steadily build up the horniness inside of him.

And now the girls seemed to have finally arrived at the tribal village, and Bastian was looking at his wife on his laptop screen. She seemed to be in some kind of cone-shaped hut, and although there was sunlight shining in through the entrance, there were several electric lamps providing light for her to illuminate the room.

“Yeah, I’m so looking forward to having you back! You have no idea, darling!” Bastian said, continuing the conversation. “Are you alone?”

A frown appeared on Michelle’s forehead as she quickly checked her surrounding and affirmed she was all alone.

“And I’m so looking forward to some ... togetherness, if you know what I mean,” Bastian said with a slight giggle underlying his voice.

“Haha,” Michelle laughed, “oh yes, I absolutely do know what you mean, honey! I don’t know how to put this delicately right now, but I need it, Bastian. I need it REALLY bad! You should be glad you haven’t packed me any condoms, because by now, I couldn’t assure you 100 per cent that I definitely most absolutely wouldn’t ever use them.” She laughed again.

“Oh, you better be a good girl, darling!” Bastian went along with her teasing, “How unfair would it be if your wishes were fulfilled while mine weren’t?”

Bastian couldn’t believe he was actually joking about this topic. His wife was thousands of kilometers away in Africa, with her very exotic, northern European looks, and surrounded by a probably patriarchal society. However, those jokes were the first kind of sexual interaction with Michelle for weeks.

“Since I know you quite well, honey, I’m more than sure you’ve already taken good care of your needs yourself. Shall I check the browser history of your laptop when I’m home?” Michelle answered with a bright grin.

“Alright, you caught me there,” Bastian laughed. “But how about you? Have you really been so pure the whole time?”

“Well, a lady should remain silent about such matters,” Michelle teased him. “However, I only want to emphasize - purely theoretically, of course - that using one’s imagination to do certain things is way harder than looking at porn.”

“If you say so,” Bastian said and smirked. “Anyway, tell me about the village. Where are you right now? How is it there?

“Well, it’s like we have dived into another world,” Michelle started. “It’s a rather big village with about 150 people, and as you can see, they live in huts made of clay.

The people here appear to be exceptionally healthy. According to Tuli, in this area, illnesses like prosperity diseases or STDs practically don’t exist.

Apart from Tuli and a few of her relatives that have come here for the wedding, nobody seems to speak any western language, so we really rely on them for translation.

Us three are clearly sticking out here, and not only because of the color of our skin but our clothing and hairstyle as well. People here don’t cover their upper bodies - yes, the women too - and to cover their lower body parts, they wear clothing made of animal skin or cloth. The women have braided hair, and those braids are covered in some strange mixture to make the individual hairs stick together. It was sooo strange to see Tuli like that. The men wear some kind of caps or head-wraps.

Nadine, Vanessa and I are accommodated in this hut, which belongs to Tuli’s future brother-in-law Tjiruru, but she said he prefers to be called Tiru. While we’re here, he and his two wives stay in another hut of his.

There’s almost no electricity here save for some fuel-powered generators that Tuli and her fiancé Tjarambwa - yes, I’ve finally managed to pronounce his name - had brought here especially for us and some of her relatives since she knew we’d bring electronic devices with us. They’ve asked us, however, to use them as little as possible and only to charge our phones or tablets, because the noise stresses the cattle, which is the most important element of the village’s economic life, I guess.

Luckily, mobile internet coverage around here is relatively good, especially at night, so we might be able to video chat rather regularly.”

“The women are naked? Got any pics?” Bastian said.

“Really? I’ve just told you about the most interesting society I’ve ever visited, and that’s all you’ve taken from it?” Michelle laughed with a slight undertone of being upset.

“Yeah, yeah, bad me!” Bastian joked along.

“Yeah, bad you!” Michelle replied with a smirk. “The level of horniness must be really great back in Germany.”

“You have no idea,” Bastian quickly answered,” I’m one step away of making love to an apple pie, just like in that movie, haha.”

“Well, I’m not sure whether this rises or shrinks your horniness, but what would you say if Tuli’s future sister-in-law has asked us if we were willing to dress like them for the time we’re staying?”

Bastian immediately noticed his breath pause for a moment. As his brain was desperately working on processing what Michelle had just said, his cock twitched inside of his sweatpants.

“I’m sorry, she asked you what?” Bastian asked with both a silent hope that he hadn’t understood his wife correctly and a sudden wish that he had.

“Well, she...” Michelle began.

“Alright, Michie, I’ve discussed it with Nadie, and we’ve agreed to go along with it,” Vanessa’s voice suddenly echoed within the hut.

A white, semi-naked figure, dressed in nothing more but a short, woolen cloth and some sandals and presumably carrying a pile of clothes that had until recently been worn, appeared behind Michelle. Long and straight brown hair was barely covering the dark nipples, contrasting the bright skin of two perky B-Cup breasts, sticking out of a body that was a little thicker than that of Michelle but still slender.

“We think it’s better if they finally stop nagging about our clothes. We just need to make sure that no pictures are taken and none of us ever speaks of th ... AHHH!”

Vanessa instantly dropped the clothes on the floor and covered her breasts with her arms when she realized Michelle was video chatting with Bastian.