Author; Storyace, [Aceinthe_hole]

Title; My Jungle girl

part; 2 of 2

Summary; a young man is traveling in the mountains of Indonesia;
he falls in love with a local girl. life becomes compicated,
painful, and blissful.

Keywords;  M/F , interrac, rom, cheat, voy, wife, asian

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 My jungle girl, part 2; by Ace

M/F, M/F/F, interr, rom, cheat, wife...

It was like our first time together all over again; the fun, the
passion, the sex. We were married in a civil ceremony, as soon as
we could get the paperwork done.

We did it like rabbits, again and again. We touched, kissed,
massaged each other, loved each other. I screwed her like I never
knew was possible; I couldn't stop, I never wanted to stop, why
should I stop? She was my wife, I loved her, she was mine!

We were so incredibly happy; I was sure we were doing the right
thing. We would live together forever, we would share our hopes
and dreams, we would have a home and start a family; she would be
my exotic jungle bride, and I would introduce her to my friends
and family with pride when we got home.

There was just one little glitch; she still couldn't get a visa.

"Now that she is married to an American citizen, she'll have to
apply for an Immigration visa." Said the officer, crumpling up
the visitor's visa form and throwing it at the trash can.

"But I understand it takes six months to process an immigration
visa." I explained, "I have to start work in a few days. We'd
like to have a visitors visa so my wife can accompany me home,
and then we can apply for immigration from there."

"I'm sorry, sir. It doesn't work like that; persons married to
U.S citizens are not eligible for visitor's visas. The procedure
takes six months, there are no shortcuts."

Chuey didn't want to go back to Stimjol. "They will all laugh at
me! They will say I go with white men and they only dirty me and
send me back." She cried.

I couldn't leave her; not again. I phoned my boss and told him my
situation; he was sympathetic, but couldn't hold my position open
for that long.

I could find another job when we got home, I thought. We rented a
small cheap apartment, and began our lives together indifferent
to the squalor of our surroundings. We lived on our hopes and
dreams, and on our love.

We could enjoy all the sex we liked for free, but rent and food
had to be bought with cash. I was soon running out.

I called my parents; they asked me how I could live without a job
for that long, gently informing me they couldn't help. I realized
then that Chuey and I would have to fend for ourselves, and a
rift was opened between my parents and I that has never
completely healed.

Chuey found a job at a hotel, but it paid very little.

I tried to find something to do, but it was quite hopeless.

Chuey told me she was pregnant. I was quite stressed out over our
short-term problems; the timing could have been better. But she
was so happy when she told me, that I couldn't do anything but
tell her I was glad.

We were a month behind on our rent, and the frustration and
poverty overcame my pride; once more, I phoned my parents, to beg
for help.

"I'm sorry, son, I can't help you." My Dad said to me down the
scratchy phone line, "If you need a ticket home, I'll send you
one."

"That's great dad, but couldn't you help us until Chuey gets her
visa? We only need a couple of hundred bucks a month."

"I'll send you one plane ticket, one way." He said with finality.

I realized then that I had no one but my jungle wife; no one who
loved me, no one I could count on. I was as much an orphan as she
was.

When I told Chuey about it, she told me her better news; she had
got a job at another hotel, as an assistant manager.

The pay was much better, enough to live on. The tension eased,
and the months slid away a little more easily.

She was no less attractive to me pregnant; her breasts grew into
plump fruits as her belly swelled. She was more beautiful than
ever, my young jungle bride. I would stroke the stretched skin of
her belly as we made love; she was as passionate as ever, and we
did it backwards, forwards, and sideways.



I tried to find the strength to be patient, did the housework,
and never forgot to tell her I loved her.







"I'm very sorry, sir, but we have a big backlog of cases." The
American consul told me. These things take time, especially in a
case like yours, were the girl has no family and is from a rural
area."

"But we're stranded here! We want to start our lives."

"You'll just have to wait. We have to thoroughly investigate all
applicants for US residency. It's for your own protection."



Chuey stopped working for the last few weeks before delivery;
then we had a beautiful little girl for me to care for while my
young wife went back to work.

Somehow, the work changed her; it seemed to tire her, she was
often moody. Still, for the most part, we were happy with each
other's company, although we didn't make love like we had done at
first, even after she had recovered from childbearing.

I could see my young wife was stressed by her job.  I thought I
understood; she wasn't accustomed to big city life, pollution and
harassment, the hectic pace of it all.  I didn't find out for a
while that it was much more than that.

And I have to say that I wasn't very happy either; I was bored to
tears, I wasn't used to having so little to do.  But I did my
best to keep myself calm, convincing myself that it would be over
soon.  As soon as the paperwork came through, I could take Chuey
home, get a new job and start my life with my new family.  A nice
house in the suburbs, Chuey would learn to drive, things would be
as they should be.



Then came about the worst news I could imagine; visa refused.

I stormed into the consulate, demanding to see the official in
charge of our case.

"Sit down, Mister Blake. I understand you're upset, but did you
really think you could bring a woman like that into America? Didn
't you think we'd find out?"

"Find out what?" I demanded, in anger and alarm.

He stared at me for a moment, then asked, "Do you know what your
wife does, Mr. Blake?"

"She's assistant manager at the sundown hotel." I answered.

"She works at the sundown hotel, Mr. Blake; but she is not in
management. She's, ah; in Entertainment, Mr. Blake. The kind of
entertainment we do not encourage in our country."

My head started to spin; I felt nauseous. "No. It isn't true." I
heard myself saying.

"My investigator simply went to her place of work that you gave
us, and asked for her. She." I saw him kill a nasty smirk that
was about to slide over his face, remembering what my
relationship was with the woman involved. "When he met her, her
function at the hotel was clear. I really am sorry Mr. Blake."

"He was mistaken! Chuey is just a very outgoing person, she's
very unlike most Indonesian women. It's from living with me, she'
s taken on a lot of western ways."

"Mr. Blake; my man was shown to a room, and your wife then
entered, scantily clad. There was no doubt."

"It was a misunderstanding! I demand you change your decision!" I
shouted.

"All right. I'll tell you what isn't in the written report. My
man availed himself of your wife's services. He spent two hours
with her, and said she was 'very very good', and 'worth the price
'. Are you satisfied, Mr. Blake? Or should I repeat to you his
graphic descriptions of your wife's talents?"

I left the consulate in a daze, and headed towards the sundown
hotel.

It was hot, and I arrived in even worse condition. It was a
middle priced little place, catering mainly to Indonesian
businessmen who were in town for a day or two. I knew the manager
well by then.

"Hey, David! What are you doing down here?" Sen asked me.

"I need to see Chuey." I told him.

"She's with a client right now, David." He said, "She could be a
while. Is everything alright?"

I fell into the chair next to him. "I don't think so. What
exactly is she doing with this client?"

"Well, you know, David. The usual things. Why?"

"No, I don't know. What things? What does Chuey do here, Sen?"

He looked a bit shocked; "You really don't know?"

"I need to know, Sen. Tell me now!"

"You are very upset, David. Have a drink." He said, ordering it
with one of his boys.

"Sen," I said, calmly but seriously, "I need to know. I've
married her, we have a daughter. Tell me, Sen."

He looked truly sad. "Come with me, David." He said, standing up.

He led me through the kitchen, to a locked store room. He
unlocked the door with a key he kept on his belt, and beckoned
for me to enter. It was dark inside; he lifted the edge of a
cloth that was nailed to the wall. There was a crack under it. I
put my eyes to the crack.

In the next room was my wife, the mother of my child. She was
naked, astride a very happy looking chubby Indonesian man of
perhaps fifty or sixty years. She was smiling down at him and
lifting her slim body up and down, while his penis slid in and
out of her.

It was impossible; it couldn't be my sweet little girl, my child
bride!

She laughed and said something in their tongue as he toyed with
her plump milky breasts; she stopped for a moment to let him suck
some milk from her, depriving our child of what should have been
hers.

It was her, it was my Chuey. Making love with an old man for
money.

"How long has this been going on, Sen?" I whispered.

"Since she came to work here, almost a year ago. Really, you didn
't know?"

"But she was pregnant!"

"Men pay extra. Even made a film. You want to see?"

I couldn't take my eyes away from the peephole. It was too
horrible and fascinating, ghastly and surreal; was it really my
wife? Yes. Was she really doing it to him? Yes.

The peephole was well placed. The old man's stiff member could
clearly be seen as Chuey pushed herself down against it, again
and again.

She stopped again, to kiss him. Then he rolled her over, onto her
stomach. She lifted her hips, and he held his cock in his hand as
he fed it once more into her, from behind now.

I looked up; Sen had left me alone with my shame. There was no
one around in the kitchen; food preparation wouldn't start for an
hour yet.

I watched helplessly, unable to control my self loathing at my
voyeurism.

They chatted while they did it; they seemed to both be quite
comfortable. He told a joke, and they both laughed. He said
something; a soft command, and she rolled onto her side, lifting
one knee to her chest while keeping her other leg straight. He
pushed it in again. He started to mumble: she answered him a bit
breathlessly. Their tempo increased: she started to speak to him
quietly but earnestly, obviously knowing him well enough to know
what he needed to hear.

Finally, he groaned out his orgasm, holding my wife's hand and
shoulder as they smiled at each other knowingly.

He pulled out after a short time, and went to take his shower.
She followed him. I could hear them talking, and laughing
occasionally, but I couldn't see what, if anything, they were
doing with each other.

I stepped back outside, onto the veranda. Sen was waiting there
for me with a whiskey.

"How did you think she could earn enough to keep you all, David?
She's just 19 years old, with minimal education."

"I don't know. I guess I must be an idiot. I thought she'd been
hired since she was pretty and spoke good English."

"She was." He answered. "She only does this for you and the
child, David. She's always saying how when you all go to America,
life will be different. She's very high class for her age, David.
She only works by appointment."

I told him what had happened at the consulate.

"Shit." Sen said.

"What should I do now?" I asked him. "I don't want to live like
this. I can't live like this."

"Will you leave her now?" He asked.

"I don't know." I answered. I was married to a whore! What would
I tell my parents? A third world whore is your daughter in law,
and mother of your grandchild. Isn't that great?

"She loves you David. I tell you, she's a great girl, one of the
best I've had here. I earn a lot of money from her, but I really
like you both. I would be so happy for you to make it back to
America together."

"I'll have to think. There must be a solution."

"Will you confront her with this?"

"I'm not sure. I'm confused right now, I'm not sure of anything."
I said.

"She doesn't know about the crack in the store room." He said. "I
'd appreciate it if you don't tell her. She would be very angry."

Despite myself, I had to laugh. Even Sen didn't want to have to
face Chuey when she's angry.

"Listen, David;" he said, "don't confront her just yet. Get your
head straight first, figure out what you want to do."

The man came out then; Chuey's customer.

"Was everything good?" Sen asked him [I knew a smattering of the
language by then].

"Very good! She's a great girl, Sen. I'll see you next week."  He
said, heading for a waiting car.

"Does Chuey have more. work today?" I asked.

"Yes. She has an air force captain in an hour, and a special in
the evening."

"A 'special'?"

"Mostly, all her customers are regulars. She's very particular,
David, she won't serve just anyone. But tonight she will
entertain one of our ministers with another lady."

I went home; it was time to feed my little girl, which either
Chuey [breast feeding] or I [with a bottle] did ourselves. But as
I finished, I thought of the air force man; I was going nuts, I
had to get over there, I wasn't sure why.

It had been going on for over a year; one more time wouldn't
matter. But I felt the need to be there, so I left my daughter
with the neighbor woman again, and went to the hotel.

I didn't say anything; I just nodded towards the kitchen. Sen
sighed, took the key off his ring and handed it to me.

"That's the only copy, David. Be careful with it." He said. I don
't think it was the key he was worried about.

The kitchen staff pointedly ignored me as I entered the storeroom
of my shame. I closed the door behind myself.

I sat in a chair that was there, and looked through the crack.

My young wife was alone, prettying herself. She brushed out her
lovely hair, then applied cosmetics. She was very proficient, and
soon she looked like a poster girl. She had never worn anything
like that in my presence; I realized then how far I had taken her
from her jungle home. She was naked, but she then dressed herself
in a sexy turquoise dress that just covered her pretty ass, but
was none the less slit to the hip.

She filed her toenails until her lover arrived a little while
later.

She slipped on a pair of open high heeled shoes that I  had had
the pleasure of seeing her in before, and opened the door with an
exclamation of affection. She threw her arms around the neck of a
very handsome and fit looking local man who was probably in his
late thirties. He lifted her from the ground with his embrace as
they kissed.

Food was brought by one of the boys, and the air force man and my
wife ate together and talked. He did most of it, while she mostly
made little "oohs" and "Ahs", or made a little laugh at an
anecdote.

She was wonderful. The most beautiful and sexy little dinner
companion a man could ask for; my wife was his fantasy girl. I
wondered why he needed to pay for such services; perhaps he was
married unhappily, and couldn't be seen with another woman in
public. Or perhaps he liked the shallowness and absence of
commitment.

The meal over, my wife rose and disrobed for the man, and sat on
his lap. He held her and kissed her, caressing her body. I couldn
't see everything, but I could imagine where his hands were;
playing with the clitoris of my woman, inserting his dirty finger
into her.

She rose and lay down on the bed. She watched him, smiling
silently while he undressed. His brown cock was stiff in front of
him; somehow, I was happy to note it was smaller than mine. As if
that made any difference, as if it made my devastation any less
total.

They did it in a missionary position for about 10 minutes. Chuey
writhed and cooed at him, stroking his back. She started to grunt
and push back against his thrusts; she cried quietly with orgasm.

As he tensed, shooting his seed into her unprotected body, I saw
something though. While Chuey was groaning with passion and
stroking her lover's lean ass and his head, she was looking at
the clock. She was faking, I was sure of it.

Why did it make it better if she didn't enjoy it? Perhaps  she
even did enjoy it, but at least she didn't come. That was kept
for me, I thought. She was still mine, she loved me; she did this
to support me, she was keeping me at huge cost to herself.

As the air force man left, I headed for the door of the room.

 "Oh shit. Shit shit shit" said Sen, quick wittedly blocking the
door to the room containing my wife.

"This is not a good time, David." He said. "Very important man
coming, bad time, bad time. Chuey needs time to get ready, David.
You talk to her later, not now. Important man, David, he will
make big trouble if Chuey isn't ready. We don't want trouble, do
we, David?" he asked somewhat desperately.

The small man pushed me back to the lobby, still talking; "Damn,
David! Not now, anytime but now! You'll ruin me! I was full open
with you, I even showed you the storeroom. Don't do it to me,
David, please. You just go in the storeroom and watch, after you
can figure out what you want to do."

He was pushing me back into the little room; he closed the door
behind me. He locked it.

I thought about breaking the door down; but the truth was, I didn
't need more trouble, either. I was already up to my neck in it.
I looked through.

Chuey lay still on the bed for a while before rising to use the
shower. I almost choked as she emerged; she was so young, so
lovely. I was wracked with the pain; I didn't know if I could
endure it, I didn't know what to do. There was no one I could
even talk to about this; my wife was a whore, and I had been
living from the money she earned by having sex with other men.
She had born my child, and now was supporting us all by selling
her youth. Why hadn't she told me?

I cried quietly to myself, glad to be alone in the dark with my
grief and shame.

Time seemed to stretch before me; there was no escape from this
darkness, from the grief in my soul. If it weren't for our
daughter, I might have left her, shamefully run away from this
impossible situation. There was no way to support her here, and
no way to take her away. It wasn't my fault, I kept telling
myself; but then, whose fault could it be if not mine?

In my heart, I knew I had to accept the blame. I had taken her
virginity in the small village; I had brought her down to the
city. I had made promises I'd been unable to keep. I should have
checked on the procedures first.

I heard voices from the other room; I looked through my crack to
see a blond woman had entered.

I recognized her as a woman I'd seen at the hotel a few times
over the last few weeks; I had exchanged a few pleasantries with
her. Her name was Tina, she was middle European, young and
pretty, and was traveling with another woman.

"I'm really nervous, Chuey." She said. "I've never done something
like this before."

"Me neither." said my young wife.

"Oh come on, Chuey! I've been here for weeks, I've seen the men
coming and going."

"I mean I never do it with three, two girls together." Chuey
clarified.

"Oh, right." Said Tina. "What's this guy like?"

"I don't know. First time with him." Chuey said. "Why do you do
this, Tina?"

"We got robbed, we have no money at all to get home. We're from
Poland. I don't know if you know our country, but we can't get
any help from there. What about you, I thought your husband is
American, why do you do it?"

"We also get no help. Please, you don't talk to David about
 this."

"It's not something I ever want to talk about, Chuey. Do you know
what this man will want us to do?"

"Two ladies together. Wants to see two ladies together, show."

"I see." The white woman said. Should I get undressed as well?"

"No. I will put clothes now. We take off again after he come."

Chuey dressed as they continued their conversation in the strange
English people speak when it's not the mother tongue of either
party.

"I'm really nervous about this." Tina said as my wife put on a
black sheer dress that displayed the shape of her petite body
perfectly, "I don't really like it with men."

"I don't either." Said Chuey.

"Really? Then why did you get married? Obviously, it wasn't for
his money!"

They both had a laugh.

"I like it with David!" Chuey clarified, "Not with other men, I
mean."

"Ok, I see." Said the Polish girl. "I don't like it with men at
all. Well, not much. I guess it doesn't matter, it's just a job."

They talked some more, and Chuey glowed as she told Tina how we
would soon be traveling to America, and she would no longer have
to do "This terrible thing." I thought my heart would break from
shear grief; what would I tell her? What were we going to do?

"Can I do that for you?"  Tina asked my wife as she started to
brush her lovely hair.

"Okay."  Chuey said, handing her the brush.

"You have such lovely hair, Chuey."  Tina said, brushing it. "It
helps me to relax, brushing your hair like this."  She stroked my
young wife's face, and Chuey looked up at her; there seemed to be
some kind of connection there, they were united in their
misfortune.  Their dismay and anticipation at what they knew they
would soon have to endure.

"Did you ever make love with a woman, Chuey?"  Tina asked.

"No."  Chuey answered evenly.

"But you thought about it?"

"Love with woman?  No, never."  Chuey answered.

"But you're thinking about it now."  Tina continued, holding my
wife's head against her stomach as she continued to brush.

"Yes."  My wife admitted.

Tina dropped the subject, at least verbally.  She stood behind my
seated Chuey, stroking Chuey's face gently with her fingertips as
we waited.



The door opened and the minister entered. He was a small but
powerfully built looking man of 50 or 60 years, with slate grey
hair and round glasses. He shook hands with the girls, and spoke
in Indonesian while looking at Tina; he smiled at her in a
somewhat predatory manner.

"He says you are very very pretty, and he likes to know you."
translated Chuey.

Tina laughed; "Well, I guess I like to know him too, then."

The man stepped up to the blond and touched her face gently for a
moment before embracing her and kissing her. It looked funny,
since she was considerably taller than him.

Tina was long and thin, with small breasts and a very pretty
face. She held the short powerful man in her arms, and her hair
fell around his face as she bent her head to reach his lips with
hers. Chuey stood and waited.

The man released Tina, and sat in a chair. He spoke to Chuey.

"He wants to watch us. together." She said to her new colleague,
looking embarrassed.

"Well, sweetheart, that part I can handle." Tina said.

The girls kissed, hesitantly at first, in the middle of the room
while we watched. Tina started to remove my wife's sparse
clothing.

The Minister grinned in delight as the girls continued the show;
they were soon naked, and they moved to the bed. Tina looked at
the man, and spread Chuey's thighs so he was looking straight in;
she toyed with Chuey's private parts with her fingers, and then
put her face against Chuey's sex.

My wife grunted involuntarily as Tina started to lick her, while
their customer watched with a look of glee on his face.

They switched after a short time, and Tina lay on her back with
her legs spread while Chuey licked her. The Minister played with
my wife's ass and said something.

"He says you should turn over." Said Chuey.

My wife looked on as the older Indonesian man caressed Tina's
trim white ass, and then started to kiss it. I watched his hands
sliding across the white woman's body, toying with her firm
little breasts and pinching her nipples.

"Hey! Not so hard!" Tina complained, "They're not rubber, you
know."

Chuey sucked her customer's dick, then the man screwed Tina for a
while. It was a strange thing to watch; the long thin blond lay
on her back passively as the short stocky man's ass rose up and
down between her thighs; her hands rested on his shoulders and he
sucked her nipples.  My wife sat next to them silently.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and lay on his back between
them, then Tina sucked him while he fondled and kissed Chuey. He
took his time; he was not a novice at taking his pleasure.  He
didn't seem to mind the lack of passion in the women he had
hired; I guess he was used to it.

He grunted something to Chuey, who translated for Tina; "He says
lie on your stomach.  Spread your legs."

The man pulled Tina's pale ass cheeks apart, and I could see his
fingers toying with her ass hole.  Slowly but firmly, he pushed
his forefinger inside.

"Hey!"  Said Tina, "What's he doing?" What does he want to do,
Chuey?"

Tina was unsure about him taking her in the ass, but Chuey told
her he had paid extra for "kinky", so he could if he wanted.

"I knew this job sounded too easy." Said Tina, surrendering.

The man put his little dick to her tight bung hole, and pushed
himself in. he chortled something, obviously very happy about it
all.

"He says you are a very good girl, and very pretty, too." Said
Chuey. "He says you. your ass. he likes it."

It was strange to see how embarrassed she was at translating his
remarks. After all, she was part of it herself, she had given him
head and licked Tina's crotch. My wife; the bashful prostitute, I
thought.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Said Tina, as the minister
grunted like a pig and pushed his dick around the inside of her
large intestine. "I only barely let men do it to me at all.  How
can you stand it, Chuey?"

"Very bad at first."  My wife told her, as the Minister continued
to fuck. "After time, gets easier.  Don't feel it anymore; like
cleaning or cooking.  Just do it."

"That's terrible, Chuey." Tina said, looking up at my wife.

The Minister pulled his dick out, and told Chuey to get on her
back and spread her legs.

"Hang on there a minute."  Tina interrupted; "I'm no
professional, but I know that can give you a nasty infection."

Tina made the minister come with her into the bathroom so she
could wash his dick before she would let him screw Chuey. I had
to like the woman after that.

I watched him take my wife in the front and then in the rear.
Chuey was facing me while he did it to her, and she didn't look
very happy about it.

He came, and then smoked a cigarette lying in bed between the
ladies. He grunted an instruction.

"He says you suck him again."  Chuey said.

"What?  Shit, I thought we were done."  Tina said.

The man became angry; I couldn't understand his words, but his
tone was unmistakable.  He was shouting at both of them; Chuey
was trying to calm him down.

He struck my wife across the face with an open palm; the action
sent a jolt through my body.  Somehow, I had settled into my
passive voyeuristic role; I had momentarily surrendered, letting
the situation take its course.  I had been afraid to interfere,
it had seemed so futile.

The evil little man smiled; he enjoyed it, he enjoyed brutalizing
women.  He turned suddenly and punched Tina in the stomach.  I
was shocked at such brutality to a woman; a woman he had just had
sex with.  Chuey started screaming, and the bastard kicked her in
the crotch.

Something snapped inside me then; something that needed snapping.
I felt strength surging into my limbs, and resolve surging in my
brain; I would not let this pass.  Fuck the consequences, this
was too much.  It was time for me to take charge of my life
again, and to stand up in the face of adversity. My foot struck
the inside of the store room door, and it sprung outward.  I saw
a small piece of hardware, the feeble latch, spinning across the
hallway as I left my hideaway.  I turned the corner and headed
for the door to the boudoir.  Chen was in front of the door, with
two of the kitchen boys.

They were beefy looking young men, and I suddenly realized they
performed more than one function; they chopped vegetables and
cleaned in the kitchen, and when necessary they intervened with
difficult customers.

"David!"  Chen said, seeing me; "What to do, David? He is
important man!"

All three of them looked confused; there were screams coming from
the closed room, screams for help; I could hear the thumps of
bodies hitting the walls.

they wanted to help the women, but didn't have the courage to
stand up to the local power broker.

And to my surprise, I did.

"No, David!"  Chan said, as I pushed him out of the way and lined
myself up at the door; but neither he nor the kitchen boys
stopped me.  The impact of the door against my heel felt good;
the cracking and splintering of wood sounded good.  A second
blow, and the door was weakening.  There was blood on my mind,
and no fear in my heart as the third kick blasted the door open.

Tina was collapsed in the corner, blood on her face.  She was
trying to get up.  The minister was shaking my wife against the
wall, Chuey's dark head hammering against the plaster.  The man
turned to look at me; his shriveled little dick looked
ridiculous, hanging between his short muscular legs.  I had a
moment of doubt; he looked slightly dangerous.

He let Chuey go, and approached me with bunched fists.

"Get out."  He growled in English.

"You get out."  I answered, holding my ground.  I was ready to
kill him with my bare hands, but somewhere a self-preservation
instinct had crept into me; it would be better to avoid a
punch-out with a government minister.

Keeping an eye on him, I circled around him and lifted Chuey.  I
reached for Tina's hand, and pulled her to her feet.  The three
of us backed out the shattered door.



Well, I suppose you're now expecting some great ending where I
end up with the two women both in love with me; but that's not
what happened.

I was very afraid of repercussions; I collected Chuey's wages
from Chen, we wished Tina and her girlfriend all the best, and
Chuey and I went to another island to start fresh.

I put on outward show of love and support, but inside I felt that
there was a stone attached to my heart; I was stranded in the
Third World, strange slanty eyed people speaking a language I
didn't yet understand had power over me.  My wife was an
Indonesian whore.

My instincts were to flee, leave this troublesome place. But I
had resolved that I wouldn't abandon her.  I couldn't abandon
Chuey and our child; I could never live with myself if I did.

Realizing that I could forget about returning to America with my
tainted family in the near term, I applied for a job with several
multinational firms that have factories in Indonesia; I had an
honors degree in electrical engineering.

It took time for the chasm between my wife and I to slowly heal.
She was brutalized not only by the horrendous scene I'd
witnessed, but by the whole horrible period; and so was I.

She had lied to me about her work to protect me from the shame of
it.  It was difficult for me to love her for a while.  I kept
having terrible dreams; strange man holding my wife and their
arms, old men and young men, evil looking men for the most part.

But then I woke one night to Chuey crying in her sleep; I stroked
her face, waking her.  I could see her eyes opening in the
moonlight flooding through our window; as she saw me, her body
relaxed and her face softened.

"Will you stay with me, David?"  She asked.

"Of course I will."  I answered her, trying to sound more
confident about my answer then I really was.

"Even though I've done such terrible things?"  She asked, rolling
onto her side and putting her arm around my naked body.

"If you promise me you'll never ever do them again."  I told her.

I held her tight against myself in the warm night as she sobbed
softly; "Never.  I didn't want to, I don't want to.  Stupid,
stupid mistake David. I only wanted us to be able to stay
together, I was so afraid you would leave me again."

It had been weeks since we've made love; weeks since I'd felt
anything but agony in my heart.  But the pain started to lift,
and so did my cock; my wife's soft little hand gripped me as she
cried against my shoulder; gently she stroked my penis and balls,
carefully rekindling my desire for her.

I kissed away her tears, kissed her lovely little mouth.  Slowly,
I began to love her again.

Later, as my cock slid slowly into her abused body, I felt that
flood of endorphins, that rush of pleasure that I'd only ever
felt when making love with this woman.  No other girl had done
this for me, no one made me feel this way except Chuey; and
despite my doubts, she still did.

Despite all that had happened, despite how she had been polluted,
she was still my jungle bride.  My sweet, bright, beautiful girl.
If I were to leave her, I knew I would never find anyone to
replace her.

We made slow sad love; after some time, I felt her pain easing.
I was plugged into her in more than one way.  Her pain eased, and
I began to love her more vigorously, passionately.  When at last
she came, it wasn't an earth shattering screaming orgasm; but it
was the beginning of the rest of our relationship.

My pent up sperm erupted inside her, the pleasure confused by the
lingering pain.

I looked into her deep dark eyes; swimming deep in the simmering
pools of her soul.  She was no innocent, despite where I had
found her.  She wasn't stupid, and no longer naive.  She was very
vulnerable, vulnerable in every way; it's up to me to protect
her, to keep her, feed her and house her.  What was the use
without loving her?

And still I held her, still I was submerged in her flooded dark
eyes.  Her young breasts were pressed against my chest, the
swollen breasts that had fed my child.  Her slim form seemed to
be made to fit against me.

Chuey loves me.  Chuey would do anything for me, she would
prostitute herself for me; how could I not love her back?  How
could I refuse her?

Her mouth will never taste another man's mouth again, I thought
to myself.  Our passion flooded back as though it had never been
gone; the rest of the world seemed to fade into an unimportant
dull gray.  There was only us, Chuey and I; an alien American and
an alien mountain girl here on the coast of a strange island,
preparing to make our life together against all odds.

My government would never let me bring my wife home; there was
nothing to do but make a new home.  Our kiss held for an
eternity.

How many men had felt at home in her body?  I resolved not to
ask.  How many men had held her and kissed her while I looked
after our child?  It no longer mattered.

 "I love you Chuey."  I told her; "I still love you."

. "David."  She whispered, "David forgive me.  I love you also,
David."

As the sweat evaporated from our bodies, we touched gently, both
of us looking forward to the slow healing of our wounds.



We call it neocolonialism; despite the fact that I'm here, the
job is here, and there were about a thousand qualified local
professionals who would do the job for much cheaper, I got hired
at American wages.  We're living very well now, and I'm manager
of a large microchip manufacturing facility, a big shot in my own
right.

For sixteen years she's been mine and mine alone; sixteen good
and happy years. Of course there has been ups and downs, that's
only normal. We have three children now; our 16 year old girl,
another girl as pretty as her mother, 12, and a boy, 10.

If you ever find yourself in love with a jungle girl, don't make
the mistakes I made; never leave her. Bend the rules, break them
if necessary, but keep her.

Chuey is now 34 years old; her breasts are a bit larger, if not
as firm. Her ass is a little more generous; but in my eyes, she's
more beautiful than ever.

In the story of my life, there is one really incredible thing
that's happened; that after sixteen years, an urban man and a
jungle girl are still in love.

 There is no limit to what I would do for her; I'd give my last
iota of strength, my last drop of blood, to keep my wife and
children safe.

She's still my flower, still my obsession. After all these years,
when I lay her out naked below me, my cock is like stone; the
sensation I get when I touch her still blows my mind. There's
still electricity when our bodies meet. She still drives me crazy
when she sucks me, her eyes glowing with passion. Her body still
fits against mine perfectly; the world stops when Chuey and I
make love. I should probably keep a fire extinguisher in the
bedroom, the way our orgasms still explode.

Ace, 2002

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