Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 6 Suddenly, both the King and the young lady began bowing before us! The king uttered strings of native words that the girl didn't see fit to translate. Patricia, taken a little aback, finally said, "Stop! Please! What is going on?!" The girl said something to the King, and both stopped bowing, but remained on their knees. The girl swept her long black hair away from her face and spoke to the King. King Kalea said a few words back. "Women such as yourself are revered among our people." The young lady said, "The King asks that you honor us by accompanying us to our home island, there." She pointed in the direction of a land mass we had seen from the beach. "Please," Patricia said, with all the poise she had shown among the elite of San Francisco, "be seated. While we are honored by the Kings request, we are nothing special. As my husband tells me, I am merely a woman with a little something extra." "Actually," I put in with a smile, "She is quite extraordinary, although I may be the only one who knows just how special she is!" I wasn't aware that you could see a blush under the natives' honey colored skin until that moment. When the young lady answered, it was clearly for herself, since she didn't bother to consult with the King first. "The belief is that a boy-child born of the union of a man-woman and a man is more of a man because he gets his manhood from both parents, not just one. Genetically, of course, this is hogwash. Historically, however, men born of such women have been great leaders and mighty warriors. Any union with a man-woman or her consort - a man of great stature simply for having won such a woman - brings great prestige upon the lucky man or woman, whether it results in a baby or not. Samo'akane has gone overnight from being a well-liked, but mostly ignored member of his family to a person of great importance after his dalliance with the two of you!" "What is your name, dear?" Patricia asked the young lady. "I am Le'ini E Nikili, Mrs. Travis." she ducked her head when she said this. 'E Nikili' I thought. Did this make her related to the King? I filed it away in case it correlated with something else later. "You speak English very well, Le'ini, and with an American accent." "I attended the University of California at Berkeley, Ma'am," the young lady replied, "Before returning to the Islands." "Really?" Patricia raised a regal eyebrow, "What did you study?" "Economics and sociology, Ma'am." she replied, still looking down. The King must have grown impatient, because he said something to which she replied. He made another speech and she turned back to us. "The King wishes to know if you will accept his invitation." she said, clearly chastised, "We must leave soon if we are to arrive before dark." "What can we expect if we do, Le'ini?" I asked. She blushed again and spoke to the King, then turned to relay his answer. "You will be the guests of honor at a feast," she said, "then, if you choose to honor us even further, you will be given your choice of the fairest flowers of the Islands in hopes that one or both of you will leave behind at least one child. We will, of course, return you to this resort tomorrow." Patricia and I looked at each other, shrugged, then nodded. Suddenly, King Kalea was all smiles. He spoke rapidly in our direction and gestured grandly toward the door. "King Kalea is pleased that you choose to honor us with your presence!" Le'ini said, smiling somewhat indulgently, "He promises the greatest feast these islands have ever seen to celebrate your arrival! It has been many years since a man-woman has appeared among us and your presence is cause for great rejoicing!" The nuance of that smile was something different than one would expect from a mere translator, as were the studies in Economics and Sociology. When I combined those observations with her name, I began to get a hunch about young Le'ini. The stares we got crossing the grounds of the resort and the beach accompanied by a parade of natives decked out in their finest shells and feathers were something to behold, and I wished I had thought to bring the camera. Just as I had the thought, I heard the 'beep' as our little digital camera recorded an image. Turning, I found Patricia aiming at me, saying, "Say 'cheese'!". "Did you get one of all the open mouths around us?" I asked as she snapped my photo. "You bet!" she laughed. We boarded one of an entire fleet of big outrigger canoes and I realized why the crowd on the beach was so much larger than we usually saw this time of day. Word must have spread about the native invasion of the resort! Le'ini guided us to seats in the largest of the canoes, and soon, muscular young men were pushing us into the waves. With practiced ease, they leaped aboard and their voices rose in a powerful chant as their paddles drove us, with startling speed, through the surf and into the open ocean. The roller-coaster ride through the breaking waves was as thrilling as it was artfully accomplished. The paddlers timed their charge at each wave so that the high prow of the canoe broke the top of the wave just as it was about to crest, allowing the body of the wave to roll harmlessly under the boat. The glide down the back side and sharp climb up the next were more exciting than any roller coaster I'd ever ridden! I took the camera from my wife and snapped a few pictures of other canoes negotiating the surf around us. Patricia, seated ahead of me, next to Le'ini, turned to look in my direction, her face flushed with wild excitement as we settled into the rhythm of open ocean paddling. "We are definitely going to have to do this again!" she laughed, just as I snapped the picture. That shot is my favorite picture of my lovely wife because it captures the wild, free spirited side of her better than any other. Her hair is being whipped around her face by the tropical winds. The glow in her cheeks and the laughter in her eyes shout of the joy in her heart as the ocean spray flies past! It was further to the other island than it looked from the beach, but the strong arms and backs of our paddlers drove the canoes swiftly across the intervening space, and soon the resort was lost below the horizon, leaving the looming peaks of the mountains to mark our starting point. For hours it seemed we were suspended between the two land masses, but gradually the details of the island ahead of us began to show. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon as we negotiated a narrow, convoluted channel between coral reefs into the lagoon where the King's village lay. I understood the King's urgency to get here before dark as enormous breakers pounded the coral to either side of the narrow channel. Negotiating that in the dark would have been a harrowing experience, if not a fatal one! An armada of ocean-going canoes crowded the crescent of beach in front of the village and fires burned in pits upon the sand, heating rocks and leaf-wrapped bundles. Steam and smoke rose from several small mounds of sand. Le'ini, in answer to our query, said that each mound contained hot coals and a suckling pig. Clearly, the Island people had not waited for our acquiescence to begin preparing for this feast! When asked, Le'ini said only, "They cannot conceive of anyone refusing an invitation delivered personally by King Kalea." "He is that powerful?" I asked. "He is that well-liked." Le'ini answered. Again, her smile held something one wouldn't expect from a mere translator. We were shown to a spacious hut near the edge of the village, and a bevy of young ladies bathed us with ocean sponges and flower-scented water, then dressed us in native garb - a sarong-like wrap for Patricia, and a length of brightly patterned cloth that wrapped around my waist. The ladies oohed and aahed over Patricia's cock, unable to keep their hands off. It was apparently good luck to even touch it, as each of them, near as I could tell, took the opportunity to give it a stroke or two. Patricia suffered this with good grace, though from the rigidity of her staff I doubt if she suffered much! "I am so horny I could rape one of these young things right here!" she whispered to me. I grinned and said, "Save it for later. If I understood young Le'ini correctly, you'll get your chance after the feast!" "If I can last that long!" she whispered back. I gave her a kiss, and the feel of her erection poking me through the sarong created a tent in my own skirt. "Speaking of Le'ini," I whispered in her ear, "I've been noticing some things about her. I'm not absolutely sure, but I think she's the King's daughter. Don't know why that might be important, or why they haven't said anything, but just so you know..." "Hmmm." she whispered back, "I don't know if it means anything or not, but it might come in handy." The feast was incredible! Besides an overabundance of native food, there were dancers, male and female, whose lively, hip swiveling movements were enough, in themselves, to melt an ice sculpture. When they did a little skit apparently intended to convey the story of a man-woman among their people, everyone got hot! There were golden-skinned couples feeling each other up without shame as we sat around the fire and watched the young girl with a huge polished wooden dildo pretend to screw men and women alike, while others went through the motions of taking their pleasure with her! The roast pig was moist and succulent, and though I could almost feel my cholesterol level climbing as I ate, I fell to with gusto! There were fruits aplenty, and purple yams, as well as a taro root concoction that looked disgusting but actually tasted quite good! After eating the meal with our fingers, we copied the local people by scrubbing our hands with sand, then rinsing them in the streams of water poured from pitchers carried by more of the lovely island girls. Le'ini was seated between Patricia and I to answer any questions we may have had about the festivities. We had few questions, though, since she kept up a running narration of events including descriptions of the food we ate and fermented coconut drink we were served. When the dancers had finished their performances, and the remains of the meal had been cleared away, King Kalea stepped into the firelit circle. With gestures in our direction and solemn intonations in the native tongue, he told everyone gathered (as if they didn't already know) who we were, and bade the people make us welcome. (We knew this because Le'ini translated as he spoke.) A few more words from the King and a line of nubile young native ladies, wearing nothing but loin cloths, filed into the circle to stand before us. "These are the chosen daughters of the great houses of our small nation." Le'ini told us, "King Kalea hopes you will choose one or more of them to sleep in your hut tonight." "Am I right in assuming that each great house is from a separate island?" I asked her. "That is correct, Mr. Travis!" she eyed me speculatively, "And a very astute observation!" "Well try this on for size, young lady:" I replied, "There are eight islands in this archaepelago. Am I also correct in assuming that it is this island, King Kalea's home, that is not represented among these girls?" "That is also correct." Le'ini hid her face and blushed, "The King, in his wisdom, thought it best to offer this opportunity to the other houses, so that they might have the chance to gain prestige." "King Kalea is indeed wise." I said, "Of these seven, Le'ini, which two would you choose if it were your choice to make?" She was thoughtful for a moment and Patricia gave me a questioning glance that I shook off with the understanding that I would tell her later what I was thinking. "If the choice were mine," Le'ini finally said, "I would choose Pi'ipi..." she indicated a slight, shy girl at one end of the line, "and Me'ili." She nodded toward a cheerful, slightly plump girl near the middle. "Why those two?" I queried. "Pi'ipi's house has had bad luck with weather and crops the last few years," she said, "and could use a 'shot in the arm', prestige-wise. Me'ili is from the smallest and poorest of our islands. Her house, too, would benefit from more prestige. If either of them gives birth to another man-woman, of course, they will be rich beyond words, but even if no baby results, their islands will experience an upswing in favorable trade." "King Kalea," I said, "Is not only wise, but has raised his daughter to be wise, as well!" "Thank you." she murmured, then gasped, "How did you know?!" "Your name," I smiled, "and the way your love for your father shows in your face. Also, why else would a young lady study Economics and Sociology, then return here, unless it were to help her father rule his country?" "You were not supposed to know this!" she hissed. "But I do." I said gently, "Where is Sam? Samo'akane?" I scanned the faces around the fire and soon located the young scamp basking in the attentions of two young ladies. "Sam!" I raised my voice, and a murmur went through the crowd, "Samo'akane! Come here for a moment, will you?" Puzzled, Sam took his leave of the young ladies and came to stand before me. I stood and offered my hands to Patricia and Le'ini to help them rise. "Do you trust me?" I whispered in my wife's ear as she rose. "Of course, dear!" she whispered back, "But sooner or later you're going to have to tell me what you're up to, or I'll DIE of curiosity!" "You'll see!" I said, "Just play along..." "Sam," I said, "Please translate what I am about to say for your people." He nodded, still puzzled. After all, here was Le'ini, who had been doing the translating up 'til then. Le'ini too, looked puzzled and a little chagrined. "Don't worry, dear," I whispered into her long black hair, "I'm not displeased with your translations, but it's better if someone else does this part." Turning back to Sam, I said, "Tell your people that the man-woman and her husband have chosen three of the daughters of these islands to share our hut tonight!" "Three?" Le'ini whispered, "You only asked about two!" "Shhh!" was my only reply. When Sam finished his translation and the murmurs of the crowd had died, I resumed my speech. "Our first choice..." I walked down the line, looking into each hopeful face, when I came to the end I took Pi'ipi's hand and drew her to my side, kissing her on the forehead, then passing her on to my bride. "Our second choice..." I returned up the line, again looking into the hopeful faces of the fairest of the islands, stopping before Me'ili. She gasped when I took her hand and led her away from the others kissing her forehead as I had done Pi'ipi's. "Your King is both wise and kind to have given us the choice of your fairest daughters." I said to the crowd, "But he has withheld one of the fairest from his offering, and we ask him now if he would allow his daughter..." I grasped Le'ini's hand and drew her forward, "to share our bed tonight!" King Kalea burst out in an angry diatribe directed at Le'ini, who tried, unsuccessfully to protest her innocence. I stepped between them and told Sam, "Tell the King, so the people can hear: Le'ini tried to hide the fact that she is King Kalea's daughter, so that her father's wishes might be carried out. The man-woman and I, however, are not easily fooled and we saw through their subterfuge. It is our wish that the King's daughter join us tonight. Does the King object?" When Sam had relayed my words, the King calmed somewhat and looked around him at the seven older gentlemen who had attended him since we arrived. 'Ah!' I thought, 'the heads of the other houses!' King Kalea needn't have worried. They laughed and poked fun at his concern, at least I assumed that's what they were doing, for soon, the King too was all smiles and turned back to us. "The King say:..." Sam started, but I held up my hand and turned to Le'ini for the translation. She smiled and said, "My father is impressed that you were able to guess who I was. He is also flattered by your choice of his daughter, and gives his consent for me to join you." "And how does his daughter feel about that?" I asked. Le'ini glowed as she answered, "She is honored and excited to accept your invitation!" "Your father is unaware of his popularity among the leaders of the houses?" I asked her. "My father is VERY aware of his popularity," she replied, "and also aware of its fragility. He has remained King for a long time because of his ability to balance the needs of all his people. If he had placed me in that lineup, or worse yet, offered me first, his popularity would have evaporated in a second. You gave him, and me, the only chance we could have had to put me in your bed tonight, and I intend to show you how much that means to me!" I smiled and we turned back to the King. The closing ceremonies, such as they were, didn't take long to complete. The final act of the evening was the grand march to the hut that had been set aside for our use. King Kalea led the way, followed by the seven heads of the other houses. Patricia and I and the three girls were next, followed, in a long procession, by pretty much everyone else. When we were finally alone - the five of us, I undressed Le'ini while the other two girls helped Patricia off with her clothes. As I suspected, our translator had a slender, curvaceous body beneath the shapeless wrap she wore. I delighted in playing with her as Patricia went down on little Pi'ipi. I took my time, turning Le'ini to face the others and watch as Me'ili slipped her head between Patricia's legs to suckle at her hardening cock. I shed my wrap and slipped my own erection into the valley between Le'ini's buttocks, letting it rest there while my hands roamed freely over her luscious breasts and dripping mound. "My wife is the sexiest creature alive, Le'ini," I whispered into the silky blackness of her hair, "but you've got to be a close second!" To my astonishment, the King's daughter shuddered and came as my fingers slipped into her damp furrow! "It's been so long!" she whispered back, "I haven't had sex with anyone else since I left the States!" "I thought your people were relatively free about sex." I said. "For the most part, we are," she replied, humping against my fingers as my left hand kneaded her breast, "but the King's daughter needs to keep up appearances, and not appear to be favoring anyone in particular until she chooses a husband!" On the other side of the hut, Patricia had Pi'ipi shoved face first into the wall, screaming in passion, as my sexy bride pummeled her from behind. I could hear titters from outside the hut as the walls shook, which told me we had an audience! Me'ili knelt behind the pair, fingering Patricia's pussy while swiping at Pi'ipi's clit with her tongue! The excitement of the situation and the earlier entertainment had my sweetheart on edge, and it wasn't long before she gave a cry of her own and dumped her first load deep into the little island girl's pussy. Pi'ipi, for her part seemed to be in the throes of a seizure! Her body went rigid and a hoarse cry tore from her throat as she came long and loud! Laughter and applause from outside accompanied her cries! A few minutes later, Patricia came over to take over the stimulation of our translator as her conquest staggered bowlegged from the hut, not even bothering to cover herself, except to hold a hand over her slit to keep the precious man-woman seed inside! I laid Me'ili down on one of the plaited mats and sucked at her breasts for a few seconds. She was having none of this foreplay, though, and tugged me into position immediately. Either nature had made this girl for horses, or she was much more experienced than her innocent looks suggested! Big as I am, I sank unimpeded to the hilt in her plump pussy, and rattled around inside her cavernous tunnel! "I think I'm going to need some help with this one, darling!" I told Patricia, "I've got kind of a loose fit here!" I rolled us onto our sides, and Me'ili's cute face screwed into an expression of puzzlement. When my wife lay down behind her and began entering her pussy alongside my cock, her expression changed to surprise, then passion, as, probably for the first time in a long time, she felt her pussy stretched around our twin rods! Me'ili's high pitched squeaks and cries brought more titters of laughter from outside the hut, and when my wife and I drove forward in concert, burying ourselves to the hilt in the pudgy island girl, she squealed like a stuck pig and began cumming, ratcheting her hips back and forth between us! I, too, was on edge, not only from the earlier entertainment, but from playing with the King's daughter as I watched my wife screw little Pi'ili silly. When Le'ini's finger slipped up my butt, and I heard a grunt from Patricia that suggested she, too, was being impaled, I couldn't hold out any longer! I blasted my load deep into the thrashing island girl and was almost deafened by her scream as she felt the hot fluid splash her insides. The crowd outside the hut roared its approval! Me'ili whimpered as Patricia and I withdrew, then plugged herself as best she could and, wearing a sated smile, left the hut, to the appreciative noises of the audience. Now, finally, we were alone with Le'ini. "You know," I whispered as Patricia began sucking her luscious breasts and nibbling at her rigid brown nipples, "You were actually my first choice. That's why we saved you for last. We intend to ravish your lovely young body all night long!" Le'ini's breath caught in her throat as I brushed aside her silky hair and nipped at the base of her neck. By unspoken mutual agreement, my lovely bride and I began a long, slow seduction of the Princess E Nikili. Fingers gently invaded her body cavities, then departed, only to return when least expected. Kisses, soft and sweet, then harsh and demanding assaulted her senses! Teeth, tongues, hands breasts and cocks touched, nipped, probed, stroked and bewildered the young girl. Soon, her lust had risen to a fever pitch and tiny cries accompanied each unexpected invasion of her senses! Patricia's eyes burned into mine across the golden body as each of us mouthed a succulent breast. My fingers delved delved deeply into the girl's anus as my bride slid two fingers far into her willing pussy! As if guided by an unseen hand, my lover slid down to kiss the Princess' nether lips while I captured her mouth, briefly stifling her cries. Higher and higher we drove our young translator, until, unable to stand any more, she tore her mouth from mine and cried, "Fuck me, please! Somebody just fuck me!" "Now is that any way for the King's daughter to talk?" I murmured, nibbling her ear. "We intend to fuck you, my dear," Patricia whispered in the other ear, "but we're going to take our own sweet time about it!" "Aarrgh!" the black-haired sea-nymph growled in frustration, "You two are demons! You're driving me mad!" Someone must have been translating for the audience outside, because a groundswell of murmurs and laughter erupted. I manhandled Le'ini to her hands and knees, then lay on my back beside her and lifted her body to straddle mine, her black, almost straight, pubic hair just above my nose. Like a butterfly's wings I flicked my tongue across her hooded clit, as she obligingly swallowed my shaft. Above me, I could feel my bride's presence as she knelt behind the lovely girl. I feared Le'ini would bite my shaft in two when she felt Patricia's tongue stabbing her anus, and almost came right then! Again and again we drove the Princess to the brink, only to stop and let her slide away from the edge. I don't know how long we kept her hovering, her cries growing more and more desperate, but finally I could take no more. "What do you say we give this little Princess a man-woman baby?" I whispered to Patricia. "I'm all for that, dear, how do you want us?" she replied. I turned Le'ini over and seated her pussy slowly on my shaft, her cries of passion once again arousing the crowd outside. Then, like a doll, I raised her up and re-positioned my cock. As I nudged at her back door, I asked, "Are you ready for this?" "YES!" she cried, "I've been ready for the last hour! Just do it, please!" As slowly as I could manage, I lowered her butt onto my rod. "Oh! Oh!" she cried, but made no move to escape, "Oh! Oh my God!" When I was fully embedded in the tight brown ring of Le'ini's anus, I motioned Patricia over. Our eyes locked, and again we seemed connected as I felt her hard, long shaft bulling its way slowly into the lovely, pliant brown body between us! Le'ini gave one long, mournful wail as she felt my woman's cock embed itself alongside mine inside her, and gave up her second orgasm of the evening as she felt herself stretched beyond belief! Patricia buried her cries with a savage kiss as she ravished the young girl's pussy. I couldn't move much, but the violence of my lover's assault on the Princess' tender body provided me with plenty of stimulation. It apparently did even more for the King's daughter! Le'ini blasted off into a never-ending series of spasms as I pinched and pulled at her nipples and my wild lover plumbed the depths of her body with ever increasing savagery! The crowd outside went quiet as Le'ini's cries rose higher and higher! The lustful tension was just too much to bear! I tilted my hips upward, using my hands to shove Le'ini's pelvis roughly down on my loins and blasted deep in her guts! Patricia, who's vocalizations during sex, in my experience, had always been somewhat ladylike, gave a bestial roar as she, too, erupted into the King's daughter! The silence outside was deafening as with small cries and twitches, we slowly came down from our peak! "Stay the night with us, little one?" Patricia asked. "I would love that," Le'ini panted, "but I must at least make an appearance to show that you have gifted me with your seed!" "Lie still, first," my bride advised breathlessly, "and let it do its work. In a few minutes you can go and show your people what we have given you." The crowd had thinned some by the time Le'ini stepped outside to show them our gift, but those that were left 'ooh'ed and 'ahh'ed appreciatively. No one seemed the least surprised when, instead of leaving, as the other two girls had done, Le'ini re-entered the hut. Patricia, Le'ini, and I didn't get much sleep that night, though morning found us snoring away in a tangled heap. King Kalea entered with the village girls who came to bathe us in the morning, smiling and hugging his daughter affectionately, not the least offended by our nudity or the smells inside the hut. They held a low conversation as we bathed, and I saw his face cloud up. I feared another outburst until she smiled and elbowed him in the ribs, saying something light-hearted. It was apparently the right thing, since Kalea's face cleared and he smiled as she laughed at him. "What was that all about?" I asked. "I told my father that I was going to San Francisco to live with the two of you." she laughed, "Needless to say, he wasn't too happy about that, until I told him I was kidding, but that I would like to visit now and then." Then she looked at Patricia and I and said wistfully, "I really would like to visit once in a while, if you guys don't mind..." Patricia and I exchanged glances and she replied, smiling, "If you think you can survive it, you're welcome anytime, of course!" The canoe ride back to the resort seemed less exciting than the trip out, perhaps because we were both dead tired, and there was only the one canoe, not the whole fleet. We slept the rest of that day, and lazed away the remainder of our honeymoon. The native staff of the resort seemed more attentive to our needs than before, and we never lacked for anything for very long, but they were discreet and left us to enjoy the time we had left by ourselves. When we checked out, the desk clerk looked puzzled at what she saw on the computer screen and called the manager. "Oh, yes!" the manager said, looking at the screen, "This is correct! There is no charge for your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Travis!" "How can that be?" Patricia asked, "We were quoted a price and agreed to pay. There must be some mistake!" "No mistake." the manager fairly beamed, "It seems King Kalea O Nikili thinks your stay should be free, and since this resort exists at his sufferance, when the King says it's free, it's free! In fact, any future visits will be free, as well! Have a pleasant flight home, and do come back to visit!"