My name is Jack Duncan and I am a free-lance
professional photographer. I specialize in unusual
locales and natural science work, the kind you might
find in National Geographic. My wife Debbie is an
Anthropologist. I am 45 and Debbie is 32, we have been
married for 10 years having met while she was in
college and I was teaching a class in ancient cultures.
We recently undertook a year long expedition into the
remote rainforests along the Amazon to live with an
indigenous tribe of Karaja Indians so Debbie could
study their people, language, history, family
structure, and rituals.
The Karaja are one of 53 indigenous tribal peoples
still living in isolation in Brazil. They are a
peaceful people having been pacified in the 1970s. As
you might expect they are small in stature, with the
men standing 5’6″ on average and the women mostly 5’0″
Their skin is a reddish brown in shade. Their ethnic
features derive from pre-Columbian populations. They
live in family groups usually comprised of 20 to 30
people. Although pacified, they speak only in their
native tongue, and practice their own spiritual
beliefs. Today they are primarily hunters and gatherers
and move their location in the forest whenever they
start to deplete their sustenance needs.
We had hired a local guide and translator, Hoopoe, to
take us up the Amazon and into the rainforest to find
the Karaja. When we arrived we were greeted by the
tribal elders with many people of the tribe standing
nearby listening intently as Hoopoe explained who we
were and our desire to live with them for 12 months and
learn their ways. We learned that when they refer to
themselves as a group they use the word Bide which
means “we, the human beings.” After some elaborate
communal greetings we provided a variety of gifts for
the Bide and our mission was accepted. The rest of that
day the whole tribe participated in building us a
thatched hut to live in.
That evening there was a celebration for the whole
tribe which Hoopoe explained was their way to welcome
us into their family. There was food, drink and dancing
till late into the night. At one point during the
festivities an elder boy with an elaborate dress and
painted body performed a chant, and spilled powder into
the fire which caused it to soar into towering, multi-
hued flames. Hoopoe told us that he was the Magi. This
meant he was their spiritual seer.
I asked if this was not unusual for such an important
position to be held by one of his youth. Hoopoe
explained that the position was lineage and taught to
him by his grandfather who had crossed over to the
other world. With the exception of children, the Bide
do not recognize age as some right to status. By skill
and knowledge when they are of age they become a hunter
or warrior, or in his case, a Magi. Therefore they
don’t question his standing. He is of the lineage of
the Magi and it is to him they turn. His knowledge is
worthy of his station.
During the celebration the Magi animatedly spoke
directly to us. Looking to Hoopoe he explained “Kayapo
wants to know if there is something wrong with your
“Kayapo?” I quizzed.
“The Magi is known to the Bide as Kayapo,” he said.
“What does he mean by that? Does he refer to the color
of our skin?” Debbie asked.
“He means your coverings. He is wondering why you are
concealed. Women do not cover their skin,” he
“Oh,” exclaimed Debbie. “Please tell Kayapo there is
nothing wrong with my skin. This is just our custom.”
Hoopoe provided the explanation and there was a brief
exchange of words and some somber whispering, and
everyone went on about the meal. I asked what was said
and he replied “she must be unfriendly because she is
hiding her skin.” Debbie frowned at that but by then
everyone was happily engaged in the celebration so the
matter was dropped.
When the celebrating was finished we went to our hut to
sleep. Everyone slept on a grass mat, which they had
kindly given to us. Due to the humidity and heat I
slept in boxer shorts and Debbie used a long sleeve
kaki blouse as a nightshirt.
The next day we set up the equipment in the hut so we
could perform our work. Computers and camera gear and
video equipment so periodically we could review and
edit the photography and send in pictures to various
journals to get some money to keep our project funded.
Over the next month we went about our plans to learn
from the Karaja everything we could. My task was to get
this down in a photo essay form, and Debbie’s was to
tell the story.
One evening after our meal Debbie and I sat talking
about her progress. I was getting a lot of good
photographs but the narrative that would go along with
them was coming much more slowly. Debbie said “there is
resistance or reluctance to share with me. There is
some barrier between us that I can’t figure out.”
“The elders have given permission for the Bide to talk
to us and show us their ways. What do you think is
holding them back?” I asked.
“I’m not sure exactly, but they seem to defer to
Kayapo. It’s as if they are looking to him to recognize
our mission and give his consent too,” she said.
“Well, then maybe you should be spending more of your
time building a relationship with Kayapo. He does seem
detached from what we are doing. Maybe he wants you to
come to him. Remember, he is the one with the wisdom of
the ancients of the Bide,” I offered. “I have been
thinking just that. There is something captivating
about him but I can’t put my finger on it. Tomorrow I
will try to communicate with him and see if I can win
his consent. I am sure it won’t happen overnight, so we
may be taking a short break from daily efforts until I
can see if he will accept me,” she said.
Over the next couple of weeks Debbie would spend time
everyday sitting in front of Kayapo and talk and
listen. She would come back at the end of each day with
a budding excitement over the promising breakthrough
she was making. Still the rest of the Bide would not
plainly help her.
She told me Kayapo explained that their family
structure was built on a monogamous bond between a man
and woman. The Karaja were 12 families with a total of
33 people ranging in age from new born to nearly 60
years for the eldest in the Bide.
“Why do some of the women wear grass skirts and others
don’t?” I asked.
“The grass skirts signify that those women are
unapproachable. They belong to someone. All the young
children go naked until they reach puberty. When a
woman or girl becomes available she will wear no more
than a simple chord with a very few pieces of grass for
her skirt. Sometimes they wear other jewelry or
trinkets and of course they have various body paintings
or tattoos which are for decoration based on individual
tastes. The paintings, tattoos, and jewelry are all
based on tribal and family affiliations. Anyone
familiar with their customs can tell which family a
woman is from by her decorations,” she explained
Then one night after we had settled in to sleep I heard
a slight shuffling and opened my eyes and in the dim
reflected light of the fire outside I saw Kayapo seated
in a yoga pose on the opposite side of our hut. He was
just looking intently at us. Debbie was facing me, her
back to that area of the hut. Her eyes were open
looking at me with a puzzled expression.
I whispered, “It’s Kayapo. He is sitting there watching
us,” I said. He made no move and said nothing. Finally
in the wee hours of the night I fell asleep. When I
awoke in the morning he was gone.
As we got up Debbie gleefully said, “I could feel his
eyes on me. I was so nervous. He wants something but I
don’t know what it is.”
“Why don’t you ask him about it today?” I suggested.
“I don’t think it is polite to be that direct. I will
have to wait and see if he says something,” she
That night and for the next several nights he would
appear in our hut, sit patiently on the mat opposite
our sleeping mats and just watch us. One morning I told
Debbie “its not that I am uncomfortable with his
showing up and spending most of the night watching us,
but I sure would like to know what is on his mind. He
isn’t just looking in on us and he apparently is not
there to talk. What do you think he is after?” I asked
“He has never said anything and acts like nothing has
happened,” she explained.
Hoopoe cut in, “He thinks you are unfriendly.”
“Unfriendly?” she questioned. “I have been trying to
prove to him I want to be his friend. I thought we were
Hoopoe reminded her, “You cover your skin.”
“That would explain his nightly call, he wants to see
your skin,” I teased!
I could see Debbie mulling this over during the rest of
the morning. After lunch she had changed into an
aboriginal style print sarong, tied above her breast. I
watched from across the village as she approached
Kayapo and kneeled in front of him. I could see her
trying to speak to him in the Karaja native tongue, and
then she slowly stood, standing quietly in front of
him. I watched as she untied her sarong and opened it,
holding her arms wide and then let the light material
loose. It drifted like a feather to the ground at her
feet. She was naked!
Standing in the bright light I marveled at the
magnificence of her body. Debbie does not look the part
of a field anthropologist or a PhD for the matter. She
has natural, wavy blonde hair atop a 5’6″ tall body.
She has an hourglass figure and the most beautiful
green eyes. Her breasts stand proud and supple on her
chest with pink areolas the size of silver dollars and
barely darker nipples. Her abdomen is flat and her hips
possess a womanly flare, round and firm. I can see her
light golden fleece barely covering her sex.
I stare at her lovely body, my eyes tracing her
silhouette, caressing the gentle swell of her firm
butt. The contours of her shapely and lithe legs spawn
a seductive, graceful suggestion in front of Kayapo.
Her body, lightly tanned but pale in contrast to his
dark skin, sways beneath the glare of the sun provoking
a trance that lures my eyes. Her nipples, only slightly
protruding, reveal she is at ease with her communal
She knelt down and bowed her head at the feet of
Kayapo. I could not hear what was being said but she
was addressing him. I saw pleasure on the face of
Kayapo while an unusual still settled over the Bide as
they were mesmerized by what Debbie had done. Finally,
after some minutes she picked up her sarong and stood.
Wrapping herself she walked toward me.
“What was that all about,” I asked as she came and sat
down beside me?
“Hoopoe said Kayapo thought I was unfriendly. So I took
your advice and I showed him my skin,” she said
trembling. There was mischief in her smile.
“Well, I loved the show. You looked stunning in the
sunlight. I was so preoccupied I forgot to even take a
picture. You will have to do it again so I can document
it on film,” I goaded.
“I offered myself to him,” she said breathlessly.
“You showed him you were friendly,” I agreed.
“Jack, women that are unavailable only show their
breasts. Women who are available expose their whole
body,” she said with a frown.
“He knows we are married, the entire tribe was told
that when we arrived. You told me that they are
monogamous,” I reminded her.
“Yes, they are monogamous. But they all saw me expose
my body to him in front of you. In their tradition that
means I am available,” she explained.
“Why did you take such a chance?” I demanded.
“Do you want me to fail?” she asked pointedly. Our
ignorance of the meaning of his question that first
night has hindered my study. By covering my skin he
believed I was hiding something. I had to prove that I
wanted him to know me or it might undo my whole
project.” I just shrugged my shoulders and shook my
head, “I hope he knows the difference between a
friendly knowing you and an available knowing you.”
“You told me to build a relationship with him. I
couldn’t take the chance of half measures after this
length of time,” was her retort. I was thinking build a
relationship, not offer to have one but she was digging
in her heels as she stormed away so I kept my mouth
shut. That was the last of our discussion that day as
we had work to do.
When we settled in to sleep that night I was facing the
opposite wall with a view of where Kayapo had sit in
the past. Debbie was lying with her back to that wall
of the hut. After a short while I heard the faint
rustle of footsteps. I could see in the light reflected
from the group fire outside that Kayapo was sitting
staring at us. For over an hour in the flickering glow
he simply sat there, no words and no movement. His eyes
were just watching us. Finally Debbie whispered “I
think he is here for me.” I sarcastically whispered
back “I’m sure he is here to discuss your offer.”
Debbie looked at me with disapproval in her eyes, then
rolled over with her back to me and continued to lay
there for a long time. The fire outside had died out to
bright embers. Still he just sat there and looked. I
could tell by her ragged breathing that Debbie was
still awake and nervous. Abruptly she sat up crossed
legged just looking back at him. It was if the two of
them were carrying on some hushed conversation.
She turned her face to me looking for guidance.
Resentful, I simply nodded and mouthed “go”. She then
got up and quietly walked the short distance to him and
sat down a little to his side with her back to me.
At this point I could feel my heart beating rapidly and
the adrenalin in my system increasing the level of my
own nervousness. In the faint light the red hues
reflecting upon the subdued portrait of my wife and
this boy was incredibly exotic. I was a foolish
I could see Debbie’s arms moving in front of her, still
silently looking at Kayapo and him at her. No words
were being spoken. Slowly I saw her pull her arms back
and realized that she had unbuttoned her shirt. With
one hand he reached in front of her and I imagined he
was touching the soft, silky skin of her breasts.
Motionless, I felt a jolt of sexual energy surge
through my body.
For several minutes I could see his arm moving as I was
now certain he was fondling her. Then she reached up to
her collar and smoothly slid the shirt off her
shoulders. She slipped her arms from the sleeves and
she was naked in front of him. He turned on his mat to
face her and she turned to face him. I now had a full
view of her in striking profile. The swell of her
breasts and heave of her chest betrayed her arousal.
I was torn as I watched him caress her body, touching
tenderly and lightly every inch of her. He stroked her
breasts, squeezing and gently pinching. I could see her
nipples harden under the exploitation of his fingers as
he squeezed and pulled them. He tickled her inner thigh
and little by little traced a path to her most intimate
feminine area. She arched and hung her head backward,
her face to the roof. Her long hair falling like a
mane, trailed down her back. Her hands were clenched
into tight fists as she trembled.
Although I could not see, I pictured his fingers
pushing into her. I realized that he was touching her
in a place that only I had known before. There was
nothing lewd about this display. On the contrary it was
a very erotic vision. I discovered the jealousy within
me defeated by a voyeur’s hunger that I never knew
At this very moment I was full of lust watching this
boy touching my wife. I saw her shudder in orgasm. At
one point he leaned to suckle upon her nipple like a
child as she embraced his head to her breast, the
contrast in the color of their skin adding to the fire
At last he sat back and looked at her for some minutes
and then rose and disappeared as if into thin air. The
scent of her sex was heavy in the air. She lay back
where she sat and fell asleep. I was exhausted by the
experience myself and rather than going to her I closed
my eyes to a fitful slumber.
The next morning I got up early and went out to the
group area to get something to drink and eat. I was
sitting around the fire when Debbie came and sat down
beside me. “I am sorry about last night,” she began.
“Shush, no need to apologize,” I said.
“I was tempted by him. It was as if his fingers were
unbuttoning my blouse. Do you understand?” she asked. I
nodded and said, “He is fascinating.”
“I wanted him to feel me Jack,” she said.
“What I saw last night was a sheer seduction. He
seduced you with his touch and you surrendered,” I
“I know and I feel so conflicted,” she sulked.
“I am not angry or hurt,” as I strained a smile.
“Are you troubled by what happened?” she asked
“It was very erotic and sensual. And, it was
unthinkable before last night. I was full of envy as I
watched his hands touching you, to the point I had to
do some early morning cleansing,” I answered.
She smiled with assurance and walked away.
I was in conflict. She did not seem the least bit
distressed by what she had done. And I unwisely
revealed I had an orgasm watching her. Thoughts but no
clarity swirled more or less in my mind.
Over the next week our days and nights were back to
routine. Debbie was right about overcoming the
resistance by exposing herself to Kayapo. Suddenly we
found the Bide eager to share their stories and
understanding. We would spend the mornings exploring
and listening, book work and writing in the afternoons
and after the evening meal we would socialize with the
Bide and then retire to our hut and sleep.
Then one night shortly after we had settled down to
sleep I heard the whisper of feet and opened my eyes to
see Kayapo seated across the hut looking at us again.
Debbie had her back to me, facing the direction of
where Kayapo was seated. In the faded light I could see
he was looking at Debbie. Lying as quietly as I could I
watched her breathing and listened to the rapid beat of
my own heart.
After several long moments she slowly sat upright. My
emotions were charged to the extreme. I struggled to
contain my breathing under control. I could feel the
sexual heat in my loins and blood rush to harden my
penis. The new found voyeur in me wanted Debbie to go
to him and to watch her naked body with Kayapo again.
But I was in turmoil, frightened of where that would
surely lead. My mind and body were on fire fueled by
anticipation, dread and desire.
His eyes were focused on her. I could sense her
excitement growing, and smell her arousal. She
unbuttoned her shirt and quietly pulled it from her
shoulders and arms, still sitting there. I looked at
her supple, pale form in the dim light. I could see the
swell of her hips and silky texture of her skin. Dread
wanted to reach out and embrace her, but desire knew I
could not without breaking the spell that was palpable
around us. My heart was racing waiting for her next
She silently rose and padded across the short span of
dirt and sat down next to him facing me. Debbie
momentary looked at me, her eyes searching mine, as I
lay motionless in submission. Turning slightly to him,
he reached a hand out and carefully cupped her breast.
I could see his finger and thumb lightly flicking over
her nipple. He then lay back drawing her breast to his
lips as she turned her back on me and lay next to him.
I saw her leg glide up and over and rest upon his hip.
I saw his erect penis for the first time. Kayapo was
indeed well endowed and not what you would expect of
someone his physique. I would guess he was probably 6
to 7 inches long. What is more amazing is he was thick,
possibly 2 times normal.
The thought of seeing his immense cock slide into
Debbie’s body prevailed over reason. I wanted her to
have sex with him while I watched. I wanted to see the
huge head of his cock slip past her vulva. I couldn’t
help myself. If my dread didn’t somehow forbid this I
knew desire was going to let her mate with him. I was
frozen in anguish, emotionally frayed by the scene
before my eyes.
With her hand, Debbie grasped his throbbing penis and
guided it to her wet opening. The pressure of his cock
at her sex increased and I could see an abrupt slipping
as the engorged head slid slightly between her soaked
lips. She arched her back to help him enter her. Inch
by inch he was taking her. I could see his cock pushing
into the open folds of her wet vulva.
I watched as Kayapo steadily inserted his thickening
penis deeper and deeper into Debbie, penetrating her,
as she willingly opened her sheath to him. Still he
slipped within her until I could see his rigid cock
probe fully into her. I knew he felt the warm folds of
her pussy as his cock disappeared, pleasing her as if
it belonged there.
He stroked into her once, twice, and then again; it was
the first time I’d ever seen her fuck. I felt guilty
because it was tender, loving and shameless. A wrench
of jealousy came over me to see Kayapo’s shaft,
glistening with her secretions glide in and out of her
body, his hands fondling her soft white breasts, and
his lips nursing upon her nipples.
Kayapo moved in and out of her for what seemed like an
eternity as I watched his cock make only slow
movements; nothing hard; nothing fast; just deliberate
gentle fucking motions into her, then out of her, then
back in, stretching her and filling her as I would not.
I could clearly see how her pink lips were spread, how
his penis fit firmly inside her, claiming her. Her soft
folds had been shoved farther apart then ever before,
and she had drawn him into her. I watched his dark body
move in unison with her pale body. The two bound in a
willful union. I could see her sex suckling his cock as
it fucked in and out of her.
She locked her legs around her lover as she dug her
heels into his buttocks, pulling him into her, forcing
his cock to fill her need until there was nothing left
outside. Her hips rocked as he withdrew his hardness
from within her. His muscles tensed as he began to
drive harder into her. She turned her eyes to me,
catching me in the pitch of my own desire and heaved
her hips in defiance, meeting his thrusts, as if to
affirm her choice of lover. I shook, captivated,
watching the joining of their two bodies as Kayapo
spent his seed deep within her.
Over the next several hours they had sex time after
time. I felt as much as I heard her soft cries at his
every discovery of her. I saw her body rise to meet his
power. I knew the familiar whimpers of her orgasms. I
understood her sighs each time he spewed his seed
within her. I was envious, troubled and euphoric by
their mating. Finally after having exhausted my own
arousal I fell asleep. In the morning I rose first and
left to clean myself and get something to eat in
solitude. I felt a need to relive last night and try to
understand what happened and how I felt about it.
Debbie soon came and sat next to me at the fire. She
made herself some tea and sat quietly. In time she said
“are you going to speak me?”
“I don’t know what to say,” I answered.
“Do you hate me?” she asked.
“No I don’t hate you, but I am torn. I am resentful yet
I was full of lust as I was witness to the most
intense, erotic vision I could imagine,” I said.
“I am worried about you,” she stated.
“I will be ok.” We sat quietly for many long minutes
before I finally asked, “How do you feel?”
“I feel wonderful. In my entire life I have never felt
the oneness, the intimacy, and fulfillment I did last
night with Kayapo. I experienced the most intense
sexual release a woman can have with any lover,” she
I felt a tightening in my chest as my heart twisted
with her words. “You had sex with an unfamiliar
person,” I said.
“Jack, Kayapo made love to me,” she answered.
“And you let him,” I said trying to keep my eyes from
“Yes, I wanted to please him,” she whispered, her eyes
dropping to the ground. I could read her like a book.
Last night she chose to have sex with Kayapo, and with
that she was truly free from regret.
“Well, what now? We still have almost 9 months of work
left before we leave. What if he wants to continue this
sexual relationship?” I asked.
“Jack, I can’t now reject him,” she pleaded.
“Are you implying you are willing?” I posed.
“I need,” her voice trailed off momentarily. “Jack, I
would like your understanding,” she finally said.
“We haven’t had sex since we left Cambridge, and now I
am to passively accept you having sex with Kayapo,” I
restated my understanding.
Bewildered I sat in silence rolling her words over and
over in my mind. She wanted permission to have an
affair with him?
“Jack?” Her voice brought me back from wherever my mind
“I guess that is a decision you have to make. You
understand the kind of risk you are taking,” I asked as
calmly as I could while I was in turmoil inside?
Nodding, she walked away.
That night and for the next several nights Kayapo’s did
not come to our hut. I was restless all night and
distracted during the days. The days dragged on and it
was difficult if not impossible to concentrate on my
work. I was distressed over the fact that Debbie had
sex with Kayapo and that it had excited me, and that
craving still existed within me wanting more.
Several times I found myself watching Debbie from afar
longing to see her with him again. Although I was
distracted it did not seem to me that she was. In fact
she seemed calm and more engaged than ever before. I
hungered for Debbie to fulfill my perverted sexual
At the evening meal one night I felt like an outsider.
I listened as Debbie softly spoke with Kayapo. She
seemed pleased with his response. As the social time
wound down the Bide were leaving to their huts for the
night in small groups. I got up and walked to our hut,
stripped to my shorts and lay down on my sleeping mat.
I watched Kayapo come in and lay down on the mat to the
opposite side of the hut.
She came in a few minutes later with the trace of smile
on her lips. She was not surprised upon seeing Kayapo.
She had made a decision. She carefully went about
removing her shirt, shorts and shoes she wore during
the day. Undressed, she stood by her sleeping mat and
paused looking at me.
I was awed by the image of her bare body standing in
the reflections of the firelight. She looked to be
thinking and then slowly bent down looking me in the
eye as if seeking forgiveness. I felt a heave in my
chest and tears well up in my eyes. She hesitated for a
moment and then picking up her sleeping mat she turned
and walked to where Kayapo was laying. He reached a
hand up to her and she lay down facing him. I could see
her kissing him and from time to time she would turn in
a way that I could see his hands caressing her body.
Until almost daybreak I watched my wife in a night long
sexual embrace with this aboriginal boy, the Magi
Kayapo. Finally I was able to fall asleep after the two
of them, sexually spent, drifted off to sleep in each
We continued to work on the project and did not debate
the past nor discuss the future. I could see that she
was content with her decision and it showed in her work
and energy. Debbie had moved her sleeping mat and
belongings to be with Kayapo. Each night she went to
him. I understood that in the tradition of the Bide she
was declaring she belonged to him. Some nights I would
sneak outside their hut and listen for the sounds from
within no longer permitted to watch. I knew without
seeing, the appetites and passions of her body were
being satisfied by Kayapo.
After about a month one morning she sat next to me
drinking her tea.
“Jack, I have something to tell you,” she began.
However I was lost in my thoughts, not completely
understanding how this situation came to be. My wife
had given herself to the young Karaja Magi, and I had
done nothing to prevent it. Desire had created a wicked
craving to conceive this carnal affair. Dread twisted
my perversion into a sickness in the hollow of my
“Jack, you aren’t listening,” she anxiously repeated.
The consequence of her words, taunting dread and
teasing desire, thundered in my ears. “I am pregnant!”