My newlywed wife and I were offered a cabin in the Swaziland highlands to use over a long weekend. The highlands of this little Kingdom of Swaziland are planted to hectares of commercial pine tree plantations. Being on the escarpment there are mountainous areas with pristine streams and rivers that cascade over rapids and waterfalls as they make their respective ways through towering pine forests to the warmer Lowveld. It was an offer we could not refuse, an isolated cabin in scenic woodland setting in midsummer. “A second honeymoon” my wife said excitedly as we packed our weekend bags for quality time alone outside the hustle and bustle of our city jobs. We had only been married a year so this could be our anniversary escape. We married, both aged 23 years. Let me tell you about my wife. Her name is Lisa is 5 foot, nine inches tall with long brown hair that cascades to her breasts. Lisa has gorgeous tits, firm, jutting out that need no support. In the office she wears a 38C cup bra but at home and on weekends, goes braless. Lisa is an outdoor girl, very athletic and in consequence has a permanent olive skin tan year around. She loves her sex, is broad minded about what we do and is very demanding which I cannot complain about. I am six foot three inches tall, slim build with brown hair and brown eyes and less tanned than my beautiful sexy wife. As a footnote let’s say that she is better endowed than I am. We arrived at the cottage at eleven o’clock. It was everything we imagined, tucked away between huge granite boulders, surrounded by endless pine forests, very isolated, with no other houses or people for miles. From the veranda of the cottage you looked out down to the Usutu River, a major river that flows through this area. We carried our bags into the cottage dumping them on the double bed in the front room. I went back to the car to get the grocery packets which Lisa packed away in the refrigerator and kitchen cupboards. “Shall we unpack our bags now, or should we go and explore?” Lisa asked. “Explore” I replied grabbing a bottle of water and our hiking backpack. A grass path led from the cottage between boulders and the odd pine tree down to the banks of the Usutu River. Lisa walked ahead of me. She was wearing a thin pale blue cotton blouse; almost see through, that she had tied in a knot at her tummy, showing off a bit of midriff. With cut off blue denim shorts the outfit accentuated her long tanned legs and her tits pushed that thin cotton blouse out like two headlights on a 1950’s Plymouth. I was getting hornier with every step I took with my wife’s cute arse swaying this way and that as she strode down the path. Being midsummer there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, no risk of afternoon thundershowers and the temperature was well up in the 30’s centigrade. We were both feeling the pace as well as the heat. Lisa would stop every now and then and take pictures with her camera, back towards the cottage, the mountains, the huge pine trees as well as the view towards the river where we were heading. At one of these photo stops she said “There’s nobody around for miles is there?” “No” I replied. With that she handed me her camera, undid the knot on her blouse and slid the cotton blouse over her head.
“Here put this in the back pack” she said handing me her blouse. Lisa stood defiantly in front of me only wearing her cut off denim shorts, topless, with her tits pushing out to say “How do like that?” She had on three long strings of wooden beads, each string a different length that hung elegantly between her tits enhancing her magnificent cleavage. The setting, the bare tits proudly exposed and the wooden bead necklaces gave her an African maiden aura in this very African setting. “I feel liberated like this and my tits could do with a bit of sun” she justified as she walked on unabashed. This made me hornier than ever, having my wife walk topless ahead of me, her assets on display for all to see, but no one around for miles to appreciate my private show. I had to reach down into my shorts to adjust my hard on. Reaching the banks of the Usutu River we walked upstream. Both boulders and banks were covered in moss, the water crystal clear as it cavorted between stones and fallen trees. Ahead we could hear the sounds of a waterfall. There was no path so we scrambled along the river. Lisa, by now, in her topless state had gone totally native and didn’t mind the odd scratch or mud on her legs or upper body. To me she looked like the leading lady from one of those jungle Rambo movies. Arriving at the waterfall, where the river fell about 20 feet over a ledge into a deep crystal pool surrounded with tree covered cliffs, we decided to stop for a swimming break. Taking the camera from Lisa I insisted on getting some “jungle” pictures of her in her topless state, with hair in disarray, scratches and mud spattered. With her shoes off she stood calf deep in the water facing me, her long brown hair hanging to her nipples, her tits covered with sheen of perspiration. A perfect picture. My wife, the wanton Amazon of the Swaziland forests. I clicked away zooming in on her breasts, getting close up pictures of her dark brown nipples. “Enough” she said as she undid her denim shorts slowly sliding them down her thighs. The camera caught her pubic hair coming into view, then a full shot of her pubic region, she opened her legs exposing pink labia of her tender cunt and I clicked the camera again. She stood naked before me, the waterfall pool her background. My eye was glued to the camera viewfinder as I continued to take pictures of my buck naked wife in this erotic setting. Realising my aroused state she played to the camera posing like a model in the most provocative ways, cupping her breasts and pushing them up making them look twice as big, opening her legs and splaying her labia to display the inner workings of her well used cunt, turning her bum towards me and bending over clenching her butt together. Amazing pictures! She waded naked into the river pool and called for me to join me. I reluctantly put the camera down, had to get my hard-on down before I could get my shorts down. Sporting a “half lobo” hard-on I went into the water. A naked white couple playing in a river pool, in the Kingdom of Swaziland, a country of black Africans. Despite the high air temperature the water was cool. The waterfall thundered nearby continually topping up the pool. We swam a little, cuddled in the water, kissed which soon led to fondling. I wanted to feel Lisa’s tits, for the cool water had made her dark brown nipples stand out like pencil erasers. They were a hand full, and she enjoyed the uninhibited fondling, saying that she was getting very moist down below and it was not the wetness of the water. I told her how I had this massive hard on when I was taking pictures of her in the nude. “It could not have been a massive hard-on with your little cock.” she laughed. To emphasise her point she reached down under the water to grab my cock. By now the cold water had reduced any erection or semi erection to a crumpled heap of foreskin with very little protruding. “My case in point” said Lisa as she gripped on my foreskin and pulled trying to elongate my pathetic phallus. “When you said you were well endowed before we got married I assumed that you had a large cock, not a large family trust “she teased. She stepped naked and wet out the pool, her nipples still highly engorged. Lisa turned to me saying “I still feel randy as hell and need a good fucking. Come!” We found a sunny bank mattress deep with accumulated golden pine needles. She lay nude and randy with her legs wide apart fingering her moist cunt. I grabbed the photo opportunity and took a few more pictures, Lisa playing to the camera and exaggerating her finger masturbating of her ready cunt. “He is rising to the occasion” she said pointing at my hardening cock. “Come now and lie on your back. I want to fuck that little cock of yours” I laid down on the pine needles, my head facing the river, my 4 inch hard-on facing the sky. Lisa mounted me cowgirl style. She was very moist and her pelvic area slid around trying to find my hard-on. This cowgirl position gave her the most satisfaction as she could grid her cunt onto my cock. With the help of her hand my cock found the entrance to her ready randy cunt. It was never tight in there and seemed to slop around. Lisa did all the pumping, her perfect tits dangling inches away from my face, the three strings of beads swaying in time to her fucking motions. Behind us tall pine trees silhouetted against a blue sky. The waterfall added to our sound effects. Lisa started groaning which was always a trigger for me. My cock jerked and convulsed inside her and I shot my humble load of cum into her hungry cunt. “Damn” she said not being satisfied again. She continued with added gusto to grind her cunt against my pelvic bone trying to get herself to orgasm. My cock had totally retreated, was shrivelled and sticky. I played with her tits, tweaked her nipples as she continued to grind. “Rougher” she shouted. I pulled on her nipples and squeezed her tits upwards. Her brow was all furrowed in determination to orgasm. She was sitting up now, riding me cowgirl in the trotting position, up and down, up and down, pounding me into the pine needles. Lisa smiled, her face lightened up. I thought she was going to come. Then she waved and beckoned the “come hither” sign. “What is it” I asked in surprise as “there was nobody around for miles in these woods.” “Look” she said “Up there on the bank, three Swazi boys” I turned to see three black Swazi boys, the oldest about eighteen. They were all well chiselled with bare black chests with only a thin string on colourful glass beads hanging around each boy’s neck. Around their waists were the traditional cotton tanga wraps in black, red and white colours. The tanga wraps were parted and from between the cotton folds stuck three very erect, very large black cocks which they continued to fondle as they made their way across the river to us. “They must have watched us fucking” I said. “We seem to have given them a good show by the looks of it” Lisa said, still with a broad smile across her face. As they approached, Lisa stood, her naked white female body glistening with post sex sweat. Her tits stood out firm, nipples fully erect, a true Amazon women in a Swaziland forest. All she had on were the three strings of wooden beads hanging provocatively in her well endowed cleavage. I by contrast stood, my depleted penis retracted after exertion, a pathetic phallus on display. They greeted us in English as they got near, left hand up, right hand still firmly clasping and working those large black cocks. Lisa was transfixed. I think it was the first time she had ever seen a black cock in the flesh, and here were three fine specimens in front of her to lust her eyes on. Seeing how lustful and receptive this naked white woman was the three Swazi boys dropped their tangas leaving them clad only with a string of traditional beads and very impressive hard-ons! Still sliding his hand up and down his cock to sustain his aroused state the one Swazi boy pointed at my retracted flaccid white cock and said “Your white man has a very small cock. No boy in our tribe has a cock that small. How does he give you pleasure? “ he asked Lisa. “He doesn’t.” Lisa laughingly replied. By now the assortment of black cocks were on full view and my wife was window shopping. The one was long and thin, about twice the length and thickness of mine. He approached us, his right hand gripping his erect cock. Apart from a hard-on, the only thing he had on his black body was a string of glass beads around his neck and a smile. Click. The next was large but very thick almost like a beer can, brown with a pinkish brown head. The third was indeed an African specimen. Pitch black, fully erect, both long and thick with a surplus of foreskin hanging over the end, as if saying “I can expand further if required” Click. I knew what was going to happen. Lisa knew what was going to happen and the three Swazi boys knew what was going to happen. The maths was simple: (three naked black men) + (one naked white woman) = Fornication. My role would be to take a photographic record of this erotic event.