The Missionaries - Sex Stories

The Missionaries

... pace to intervene but Florence held up her hand palm towards me.

She looked balefully at me and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. Drawing a deep breath, she pulled her briefs down to her knees, bending at the waist to step out of them. Standing behind her, I together with Carstairs and Beecham were presented with a glimpse of her cleft at the top of her legs. The shock of the scene struck me with almost a physical impact, and I am ashamed to say, sending a thrilling tremor through the whole of my body.

Standing up straight, Florence put her hands on her hips, and puffed up her chest in defiance with a bravado she told me later she did not feel, standing before them all for a full ten seconds before turning away.

I was stunned, my breath was carried away, I could barely breathe. In the ten years we had been married, I had never seen my wife fully naked before. Taking her by the hand I led her inside of our tent.

The bearers had grins on their faces and had enjoyed the display immensely. A few of them had their hands on their crotches, squeezing their genitals, their manhood in an obvious state of arousal.

Inside the tent, with the flap closed, the I drew my wife towards me. Florence needed my comforting embrace, but as I hugged her close, she couldn't help but feel my own obvious shameful sexual arousal through my pants.

"James!" she had exclaimed, drawing back and looking at my state of excitement.

"Darling, I am sorry but I couldn't ...

... help it, seeing you naked like that. I can't explain.

"I hope Carstairs, Beecham and those heathen savages aren't as red blooded, otherwise my chastity may be severely threatened. Anyway, I think me being naked in front of other men may have something to do with your state of arousal."

"I have to admit that there is an element of that. I'm sorry."

"Hold me please James."

I embraced her again, feeling my erection rub against her, stimulating my urges beyond my control. I laid her down on the camp bed, stripped off my shorts, and parting her legs, and immediately inserted my penis easily into her, she was surprisingly moist. Thrusting only briefly, after a few strokes, I ejaculated. My passion was quickly spent. Florence had never had an orgasm. Both of us didn't know what it even was. She didn't have one now.

Florence had laid awake for most of the rest of the night. Consoling herself with the thought that they would carry on further into the interior to continue their missionary work. Only another two or three days should see them arrive at their destination. She hoped she wouldn't have to do this each night.

The next morning, we were preparing to break camp but noticing the bearers, their leader Adam standing around in deep conversation with Beecham the safari guide. Eventually he walked over to where my wife and I were standing.

"I have some bad news for you. They are refusing to decamp and carry on the trek unless you meet their demands."

"But I did ...