Oilfield Trash Ch. 02

"Okay," she answered looking relieved.

"I'm afraid...the man...the invitation was quite clear that it was for all of us...all three," Oma said.

"That's too awkward...what happens if it's just us?" Jake asked.

"I don't know the answer but I suspect the chief would lose face," he replied.

"Look, I don't think it's fair to put Helen in that situation after...you know," he fired back.

"I understand your point but recall the custom of declining is acceptable," he offered.

At sundown, they took the short walk to Chief Tiajuwu's hut with Helen in the middle dressed in her western clothes. Indeed, since her encounter with Kozo, she had returned to this dress which had created obvious disappointment in the villagers. Like before, Kozo and the chief's wives were present and everyone took a position around the small fire. However, just as they started to settle in, movement started and Chief Maipu took the spot next to Helen while Uvusera sat alongside Jake. The message came through loud and clear and Jake began to think about how he would deal with the request he knew would come.

The heavy tension in the small space made it difficult to enjoy the meal although Chief Tiajuwu did all he could to act as a gracious host. Several times, he caught the eye of Matuta, who sat opposite him, and noted her hopeful expression. Through Oma, he asked each chief several questions to demonstrate his interest, and somehow Helen overcame her nervousness and did the same. The beer followed the meal and this time it seemed like they indulged more which had the young American man feeling quite buzzed. Just when he reached the point where he knew he needed to decline on the next round, Chief Tiajuwu suddenly became quiet signaling the forthcoming message.

A huge smile appeared on the chief's face and he turned to Oma and began to speak rapidly. The others in the hut remained silent as the advisor received the message and when the chief quit talking, he turned toward Jake with a neutral expression.

"The chief is asking you to consider offering your wife as a goodwill gesture," he announced.

An issue had been nagging at Jake since he learned of the gathering and he replied, "Correct me if I'm wrong but this is not the custom. The custom is for the host to offer his wife."

"You are correct although I'm not certain it matters," he replied.

"Why?" he asked somewhat naively.

Suddenly, Oma's demeanor changed and he squirmed nervously before responding, "I must be honest. Your wife...to these men...is a true prize and they know how badly you want them to agree to the project."

"Shit...I mean...I thought we had formed a relationship. This is ugly," Jake replied.

Before Oma could reply, the two chiefs and Kozo launched into an animated conversation. It lasted for almost a minute with several breaks of laughter before the men calmed.

"What did they say?" Helen asked, speaking for the first time.

"I would be rude of me to say," he replied but when both husband and wife continued staring at him, he finally broke down and replied, "They were discussing the experience...your abilities."

"Oh, Christ...enough of this," Jake blurted out angrily.

"Calm, my friend," Oma counseled.

It took a few moments but the young man collected himself and said, "Look, tell the chief as graciously as possible we appreciate his hospitality but must decline."

With a nod, the advisor turned to the chief and shared the message. Jake had anticipated a short discussion with perhaps the leader showing some annoyance but their exchange carried on for several minutes. During it all, the others in the hut remained quiet and nothing in their expressions indicated their thoughts.

"The chief is disappointed by the answer and asks that you reconsider," he explained.

"It took all that time for that?" Jake asked in confusion.

"I offered a summary. He rambled a great deal," the man replied, and before the young husband could reply, he added, "View it as an ultimatum."

"Great..." Jake started but when he felt his wife's hand on his arm, he turned to her.

"Let's just get it over," she said but what caught his attention was the odd look in her eyes.

At first, he thought it might be due to fear but as he continued to stare, he realized they expressed excitement, and when he noticed the faint trace of her nipples showing through her bra and shirt, he felt stunned.

"Helen? No..." he whispered.

"Just get it over with and you can have your project and we can go home," she replied in a calm voice.

"Remember, you're in a different world," Oma offered from behind him.

More confused than ever, Jake stared at his wife and considered whether she might be testing him. The difference in their lives was so profound and had occurred so quickly that it felt disorienting.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yes...yes, I am," she responded and he noted her eyes seemed to blaze with intensity.

They maintained eye contact for a few more seconds but it felt like hours and then Jake turned to Oma and nodded. Instantly, he began to speak to the chief and in less than a minute it was over.

"Chief Tiajuwu is very pleased with your decision and would like Helen to go with his wives to prepare. He wants her prepared in...the tribal way," he explained.

Too numb to argue, the young husband merely nodded and Matuta immediately began to tug on his wife's arms. In seconds, they had departed the hut and with a broad smile, the chief reached for the beer and passed it around. Jake made no attempt to hold back and the heavy fluid soon had him inebriated. Thirty minutes later, when noises outside indicated that something was going on, it took Oma prodding him to get him to rise and follow the others outside. Ten yards ahead, Helen stood between Uvusera and Matuta barefoot in her tribal skirt and adornments with a fresh coating of the red paste covering her naked torso. Around them, a mob of villagers watched as the neighboring chief stepped brusquely forward, took her hand, and led her to the hut Jake had used with Uvusera.

Obviously aware of the situation, the villagers began to chant in unison and slowly moved until they encircled the hut. All had smiles on their face and Kozo walked up to him and clasped him on the back as if he had done something noble. Although he felt like a voyeur, he couldn't make his feet move and vacillated between preferring silence and the chanting to mask the sounds of his wife's taking.

Suddenly, a low noise emerged from the hut and as one, the assembled villagers became silent. However, when nothing followed, a low buzz started amongst the crowd which built until it was suddenly interrupted by Helen's clear voice.

"Ughhh...ohhh..." she whined making him think the man's shaft had found its target.

"Shit," Jake said softly to himself.

"Easy...easy...go slow..." Helen called out openly.

"I understand he is very large," Oma offered with an excited gleam in his eye.

"Ohhh...slow...go slow...please..." the new wife called out even louder.

Jake noticed many of the villagers were smiling at each other and it made him wonder if it was merely a result of the erotic titillation or if they also held pride in the conquest of the pretty white woman. Several more times, he listened as his wife begged the black man, and just as he reached the point where he thought he might need to intercede, her nervous pleadings stopped. Now, with the return to silence, the villagers started to fidget again but it didn't last long as just a minute later another sound wafted from the small enclosure.

"Mmmm...uhhhh...ohhhh..." he heard his wife gasp.

However, rather than indicating pain, her passionate sounds told everyone that the chief's efforts were working. The villagers started to chant again as if in celebration of the couple's mating but by doing so, they made it difficult to hear. Although feeling ashamed, Jake edged closer to the hut and noticed that Oma followed. Now close enough to touch it, they could hear occasional sounds within the structure although the crowd hindered most.

"I think she is okay," Oma said.

Just seconds after he spoke, Helen's voice suddenly emerged from the structure, in cadence with the villager's beat, grunting, "Oh, oh, oh, oh yes..."

Clearly, Chief Maipu had managed in short order to take the young American woman from reluctance to eagerness. Over the next few minutes, Jake listened as his wife's excited cries continued to build ending in a loud orgasm that she shared with the entire village. When the couple became silent, the villagers did as well and slowly the area cleared leaving Oma and Jake alone.

"Let's go," the advisor said and took the young man by the arm.

The next morning when his wife had not appeared by the time he finished his coffee, Jake walked toward the hut. However, when he drew near, he watched as Matuta rather than his wife emerged from the small structure. He intercepted her using hand gestures to ask about his wife and the chief's young wife soon got his meaning and led him to Chief Tiajuwu's hut. He gave her a confused look and with a little laugh, she pulled back the opening and peering inside, he spotted his wife on the far side curled in the fetal position. He realized it likely meant that both chiefs had enjoyed Helen but he managed to maintain his cool as he entered and knelt at her side. Unable to keep from inspecting her body, he saw her normally delicate pussy now looked swollen and a slimy discharge drained from her slit and ran down her leg. He couldn't help but wonder how much cum she had received during the night and when the last deposit had occurred.

"Helen...get up," he whispered.

Slowly, her eyes opened and he could tell by her look that she was completely exhausted. He helped her put on her skirt and then pulled her to her feet and together they started a slow walk toward their camp. Halfway there, the medicine woman sprung forward from her spot and placed her hand on the American woman's bare tummy. After several seconds, she removed it and started to yell excitedly as the couple continued to their tent.

"She thinks I'm pregnant," Helen sighed.

For a moment, Jake thought about responding with a sarcastic comment but he held off and they continued their walk. After helping her clean up, Jake put her to bed and she slept until just before sundown. When she rose, he made her something to eat and they talked about the events. As he thought, Chief Tiajuwu traded Matuta for her after Chief Maipu had fucked her twice and took her to his hut where he took her twice as well. Still quite tired, she elected to return to her cot after a couple hours and Jake dutifully joined, with his hand gently stroking her back.

"Why did we do that?" he said, breaking the silence.

"Don't...it's over," she responded.

The meetings in the capital went well and the CEO and SVP left with plans to bring the opportunity to the Board with a positive recommendation. It was already a huge feather in Jake's cap and if they managed to bring the project to final closure it would prove to be an even bigger career boost as well as a financial homerun. While the rest of the team had departed, Jake's boss stayed behind an extra day to cover some remaining issues and line up support for future efforts. The two men as well as Helen were sitting in the hotel bar after a nice dinner enjoying a nightcap when their lively conversation suddenly took a very dark turn.

"I understand that certain things happened out in the bush that shouldn't make their way back to the office," the older man stated.

His words shocked the couple and the looks on their faces and their body language gave them away before they had the chance to reply.

"I...I...look...we really don't want to discuss it," Jake replied.

"Certainly, understandable Jake but you know we are a conservative company and despite all your good work, if this gets back it will be the end of your career," he responded as his eyes moved between them.

"Then don't let it," Helen replied.

Despite her husband's indiscretions, she knew it was her actions that he referred to and she had to use all her self-control to hold back her anger.

"I don't want to, Helen," he answered as his eyes settled on the pretty woman.

"What do we do?" Jake asked.

The man was a mentor to the young oilman and had always gone out of his way to guide and nurture his career so, he felt he must have a solution.

"What do we do? Yes, what to do..." he replied, and after pausing a moment for effect, he continued with, "Jake, I think you should go up to your room and leave Helen with me for a while."

The reality hit both husband and wife at the same time causing them to audibly gasp. Then, their eyes met, and at that moment, they realized they had little choice.

Jake lay on the bed watching the ceiling fan slowly turn feeling the full weight of guilt from the sequence of events he had unleashed. His new wife, in just a few weeks, had experienced three new cocks and at that very moment was likely taking her fourth. Oma, no doubt, had shared the information and he felt especially betrayed as he considered the local man a friend. Of course, there was the question of his boss' plans for when they returned home. Would he be satisfied with a one-time encounter with Helen or did he have more in mind? Suddenly, he felt claustrophobic as their emergence into the real world obliterated the solace he had taken from the remoteness of the bush.

Six months later, Helen bounced into the living room of their home and announced to her husband, "I'm pregnant."

The announcement elated Jake although he felt equally relieved as he realized it was the final moment in the recovery of their marriage. Now, he thought, they could set aside all the events of the trip to Africa as they embarked on creating their family. It hadn't been easy as the reality was so bizarre and sordid that they often found themselves at a loss for words. Fortunately, with each passing day, the memories ebbed and so far, Jake's boss hadn't demanded any more time with his wife. In truth, they had never really discussed it and only her exhaustion the following day provided any clue about the extent of what had occurred.

Caught up in the excitement of the moment, Jake decided to share a piece of information he had recently learned. It had come from Oma whom he still communicated with despite the man's betrayal.

"I got an email from Oma," he said, and when his wife gave him a questioning look, he continued with, "Sualala had a healthy dark-skinned boy."

Helen looked at him in silence for several seconds, and then replied, "Good."