Story 195 Katrina gets Married – Part Two.

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My Opener - by Shanti.
       My husband Mike and Amita were sent to Kadapa to meet David's family. I saw from the start that there was going to be some sexy fun. Two naughty people like them, left alone in a hotel overnight? Come on, it's a no-brainer. You just know something is going to happen. I'm not sure why but Mike has always been attracted to Amita. I feel that attraction is shared by her too. She certainly looked very pleased when she discovered she was going with him.
       I wasn't there when they left because we had gone over to the Game Reserve for the afternoon. Before that, I was with Mike in our room when he was throwing a few things into a bag. You know how guys do it. Things are selected and fly across the room to land roughly in the general location of the bag, to be all stuffed in at the last minute.
      "Have a safe trip," I told him.
      "Thanks, honey, I will."
      "Have fun with Amita too," I added with a grin.
      "I'll do that too," he laughed.
      Then he added, "What about you Shanti?"
      "Oh, don't worry about me, Mike. I intend to have fun too."
      "Oh?"
      "Mike, you know me. Of course, I'll get something going."
      "Maybe keep Sarvesh company," he suggested.
      "Now that's an idea," I agreed.
      We hugged each other and I left him to his packing while I headed to where they were waiting at the bus but I noticed he followed me out to see us off.
      I gave him a last-minute hug and just as I turned away he added, "And leave that waiter alone too."
      "What?"
      "You heard me. The guy you were checking out at the dinner yesterday."
      "Oooohhh!"
      "There's enough guys around here without you hunting fresh meat."
      I heard Hansini laugh.
      "That goes for you too," he told her as we both climbed on to the bus.
          
  

Hi from Amita & Mike.

Amita first.

        As has been said already, Mike and I were given the task of meeting David’s family in Kadapa. The plan - take two vans, one for passengers and the other without seats for luggage. Since it was an early flight we were meeting, we needed to stay overnight at a hotel near the airport. Yes, I’m sure you’re ahead of me on this. Mike and I in adjoining hotel rooms. Something was bound to happen. Well, to tell the truth, I was out to make sure something did happen.

       It was a nice hotel. Better than I expected. It seems Elizabeth from the office had booked it and done a good job too. Both Mike and I had our own rooms, comfortable, large double beds, bathroom etc. The drivers shared a twin room further away from us. I wondered about that, almost like someone knew Mike and I might like some privacy. When we had dinner that evening, the drivers shared a table with us. I think it surprised them, their room had been upgraded and that they shared a meal with their boss's wife and a house guest. But why not? We were travelling together.

        The conversation had quickly turned to New Zealand as Mike told them about where he lived. Now, these were men who had hardly left their own state, let alone travelled overseas. All this was a wonder to them, like another world. I added some of what I’d seen when we visited there too. One of the men asked about Katrina. He, like many of the house staff, had seen her New Zealand photos. (LOL. Mike could have told them a lot more about her too.) It was an interesting evening. After the meal, we retired to a lounge area where we enjoyed a few drinks. Again the two drivers were with us too.

       I didn’t take much part in the conversation here. Mainly Mike was talking with the drivers. He asked about them and they were telling him about their families and things. I must admit, I also learnt a lot about them that day. I didn’t know one of them had a handicapped child they were struggling to care for. I decided to ask Sarvesh if we could help in any way. 

        Back in my room I quickly changed into the sexy little nightie I’d brought with me. I remember Sarvesh watching me pack it and remarked about wearing it alone in my hotel room.

        I laughed and said, “How do you know I’ll be alone.”

        “He smiled and replied, “I’m sure you won’t Amita.”

        He had it all figured out but then I would have expected he would. Probably had a hand in arranging it too.

        So, getting back to my sexy nightie. Sure, I wanted it sexy, I wanted to turn somebody on. After checking out the visual appearance in the mirror I put on a robe over the top. By then, I was sure both drivers were in their room so I sneaked out and quietly knocked on Mike’s door. The door opened almost immediately, he was expecting me. I slipped inside as he shut the door behind me.

        Now, as I turned back to him I opened my robe, allowing it to fall from my shoulders.

        “Oh wow!” he goes as he saw what I’m wearing underneath.

Mike now.

       When I saw what Amita was wearing I was impressed. That sexy little see-through number, it looked hot on her. A pale blue nightie, her colour too and that it was semi-see-through, only added to the effect. I could see the darkness of her nipples through the material, my hands going straight for them. Touching them, feeling them through the thin material, feeling them harden when I touched her.

       She responded quickly to me. Reaching around me, pulling herself against me. I felt her body, her breasts make contact. I felt her head against mine. Amita was taller than most girls I know. In fact, I think she might be just slightly taller than me. She could easily reach my neck and I felt her lips make contact. She was necking me, her lips nibbling, pulling against the skin. It felt good!

        My hands were around her, one near her shoulders and one going lower. I felt the long sweep of her back, then down over the curve of her arse. A tight, firm little arse of this tall, slim girl. My fingers grabbed one cheek through her nightie, squeezing it, playing with it.

        She liked that as she broke away from our embrace. She pulled at my robe, opened it and was pleasantly surprised at finding me naked underneath.

        “Mmmmm, naked already!” she purred. “Naughty boy!”

        “You like that?”

        “Love it,” she returned. “But you need to get me naked too.”

        When a beautiful girl asks you to get her naked, what do you do? Of course, do what she wants and get her naked, as quickly as you can. My hands went for her nightie, my fingers finding the bow at the top. I plucked at the ribbon and it came loose, her nightie fell open, her breasts bared for me.

        My hands went for them again. Beautiful little breasts, just two swelling cones crowned with those hard, dark nipples. I love them! I cupped them in my hands, gently kneading them, moulding them with my fingers. It felt good holding her like that and I’m sure felt good for her too.

        But, enough of that, we had other business to attend to. I reached up and pulled the nightie off her shoulders so it fell to the floor behind her. Now I dropped to my knees so my head was level with her pussy barely covered by those tiny, semi-see-through panties. They were also held on with tiny bows on each hip. As her hands held my head. my fingers reached for the bows and I felt her panties come loose. I let them go and they dropped to her feet leaving the woman in front of me as naked as I was. A beautiful pussy too. Natural, just trimmed for the shape her bikini.

         It was now time we moved to the bed. She turned away from me, taking a couple of steps towards the bed. She bent forward, her body was supported by her hands as she climbed on. Her beautiful behind was presented to me and as she crawled forward, her thighs moved to reveal the delights between them. She reached the pillows and rolled over onto her back, laying back, her legs slightly parted.
         I was right there behind her and she reached up, pulling me down on top of her. This time our faces met, lips met as she kissed me on the mouth. It wasn’t a long kiss, just a brief meeting of lips really.

        Then I was moving. Down along her neck, nibbling as I went. Over her upper chest and on top the swell of her breast. My lips found her nipple, licking over it and taking it into my mouth. She was hard and ready to be sucked. I heard her give a gentle moan as I did.

        I didn’t linger long there before I was on the move again. Lower down over the flatness of her stomach until I came to the first hair of her pussy. Still lower, through the forest, over the hardness of her mound until I found the soft wetness below. Yes, she was wet, very wet and very ready. I love to discover a woman so turned on like this. I found her lips swollen and open as I pressed in with my tongue. I heard her gasp at the pleasure of it.

        Again, I didn’t linger too long here. Just some long licks up the length of her lips, taking one between my lips to suck on it. Oh, did she feel that! She bucked against me as she gave a deep throaty moan. I knew this woman was ready for more than just my tongue.

       Now I moved back up, my body coming down on top of her. My cock sinking between her thighs found what it was looking for and easily slipped in. A couple of thrusts and I was deep inside her. As I began to move her thighs came up around and over my back. Amita has long slim legs that can do this.

        Soon, we were really fucking. Really going for it. It was great sex, hot sex but then with someone like Amita would you expect anything else? It wasn’t long before I knew I was building. I could feel she was responding too. Soon as feelings began to overcome her, her legs dropped back onto the bed. I could feel her body responding, her pelvis humping against mine as her pussy came up to meet each of my thrusts.   

        Yes, it was all happening now. We were both getting close. Suddenly she gave a gasp, her body humping against me as she bucked around under me, out of control. It must have been a good one. The feelings of her cumming, the way her pussy tightened and gripped me, sent me over too. I cock jerked deep inside her and I felt the first of my cum burst from me. It was a good one. I fell off her, breathless and we lay side by side recovering.

        She was the first to recover. She rolled over so she was kneeling each side of my legs. Her hand went for my cock. At first, I was limp and spent but with what her hands were doing, soon I began to respond. As I got harder she leant down until she could touch me with her tongue. First, licking me all over and then taking me into her mouth.

        When she thought I was ready she moved forward so her pussy was close to my cock. Taking me with both hands, she guided me in. I felt her press down on me, open and take me. I felt the warm wetness of her pussy. I felt her begin to move as she moved her hips, thrusting down, pulling back at me as she began fucking me. This was so good! This woman really knows how to please a man.

         You could say, please herself too. I saw her eyes closed and I knew she was getting close to her second orgasm. I began to help her, using the spring of the bed to hump up against me. Suddenly she gave a cry and fell forward against me. Her body shuddered as she cum. Another good one too. I was now doing all the work as I continued, taking myself over and delivering, even more, cum to her wet pussy.

         There was another session before we settled down for the night and the next morning I took her again. We finished with me fucking her from behind, doggy style, her on her hands and knees. The long sweep of her beautiful body, looking down at her sexy arse as I fucked her. She didn’t cum that way but just wanted me to enjoy. I came, pulling out as I did and pouring the last of my cum over her back and arse.

         That was followed by a quick shower before she rushed back to her room to get ready to leave. The two drivers were ready and waiting for us downstairs.

   

        We had an early breakfast in the hotel dining room with the drivers and then left for the airport. We watched from the van as the small aircraft landed and approached the terminal and then went in to meet them.

        First, an older couple, David’s parents, came through, followed by a younger girl and boy whom I knew was David’s younger brother and sister. They were followed by a couple who looked to be in their early thirties with two small children. He was holding the youngest in his arms. This was David’s older brother Ian and his wife, Kala.

         Neither Amita nor I had ever met them but since they were the only Europeans on the flight there was no mistaking who they were. We introduced ourselves and with the drivers’ help got their bags out to the van without seats.

         It was then that Amita announced that she was driving home. I looked over at the drivers but it was hard to read their faces. Certainly, they were not surprised.

         “Yes, Amita,” one of them said.

         I’d noticed on this trip, both drivers had been less formal and used her first name. They had been much more formal the day before when other staff were around as we were getting ready to leave the house.

         “You are not going to try to stop me?” Amita said, obviously a bit surprised.

         “No, Sarvesh said you would insist.”

         “Did he say that?”

         “Yes,” the second drive said. “He told us to just drive for the busy city streets.”

         I noticed that Amita didn’t reply to this. She just turned to organise everyone getting into the van with the seats. Personally, I think she was a bit surprised her husband was way ahead of her that time.

        When I went to get into the other van thinking one of the drivers would ride beside Amita, one of them stopped me and said, “Ride with Amita and your friends.”

        I looked at him and he continued.

        “Ride with Amita. We will follow. She is a good driver”

        So I got in the front beside her and we headed out into the morning traffic of this small city. Like he said, Amita is a good driver, she could get through the half-blocked streets of Kadapa and certainly knew how to use her horn too. Soon we were clear of the traffic and out into the country.

        Once we were on the open road Amita asked me to dial her phone. Then I handed it to her. She was talking to someone in Tamil I think, then she called to those in the back, asking if they could take spicy food. When they said yes but not too hot she was talking to whoever was on the phone again.

        “That’s lunch is arranged,” she told me handing me the phone. She then asked me to dial van two and tell them where we’d be stopping for lunch.

        As we drove we were talking with those in the back, showing them the same sights and telling them about India. I’d done this trip a few times but it was all new to them. After a couple of hours, Amita reached a small town where we had stopped for meals before and she pulled up in front of a restaurant. Not what we’d call a restaurant, an open-air place with big ceiling fans keeping the customers cool. Moments later the other van pulled in beside us.

        I noticed the two drivers took a table nearby, leaving us to sit with our own group. I think they were surprised when Ian and Kala sat beside them but I also noticed they were soon involved in an interesting conversation about the desert town where Ian came from. I saw Kala showing them some photos from her phone too.

        The meal was good. They certainly gave us very good service. After the meal, David’s father tried to pay but he was told by the manager it was all taken care of. “Nothing to pay.” That surprised him because Amita never went anywhere near the check-out. It seems the power of Sarvesh is even known here.

        Soon we were on our way again with Amita still in the driver’s seat too.

       

Amita here.

        I turned off before our town and took the short road up to our house, not stopping I went on up to where we had a good view of the town. They got out to take photos and I showed them some of the landmarks. We then drove back down a little way to our house.

        Arriving at the big house I could hear the comments from those in the van behind me. They were impressed of course. Like most people are when they first see our house. Sarvesh had designed it like that, the high, almost three-story front, broad stairs climbing to the double doors in the centre, it was intended so people would be impressed. We entertain many of the people he does business with and so often he used this house as a tool for his business, presenting an image of wealth and success, very important in India. 

       As I pulled up, the large iron gate began to rumble open in front of us. I love that gate, one of the best parts of our house, I think. I love working it too, a feeling of power pressing the buttons in the gate-house. The gate guard came out to greet us and was surprised to find me in the driving seat.

        “Misses!” he said in surprise. I knew this was going to get around the house now and maybe even to Sarvesh’s ears too. But who cares. I didn’t.

        I greeted him by his name and pulled the van forward to allow the other van in behind us. Then the big gate rolled shut behind us with a clang. Yes, that gate and the guard were all part of the image but it added security too.

        Brian was at work in the round garden in front of the main door installing the new fountain. He had three other men there to help. To my surprise, Shanti, Jenny and Sharon were there. In just bikini tops too! That was bold! I wondered what my husband would say if he caught them.

        It was hot and the men had their shirts off. The other van passed us, headed for the guest house, the two drivers checking out the bikini top girls too, I noticed. I stopped as Brian came over to the van window.  I looked over his half-naked body as he spoke with me and was introduced to David’s family. Mike explained that Brian had come from New Zealand as one of the wedding guests and was doing this landscaping project as a favour for my husband, Sarvesh.

        All the time my eyes never left his sweaty, dirt smeared body. He knew I was checking him out too. I could see the tightness of his chest, the firm muscles of his shoulders and down his arms. Then a drop of perspiration ran down from his neck down onto his chest. Oh, that was so sexy! My body gave a slight shudder.

        Standing right beside me like that, he caught it too. “Do you want to join us Amita?” he asked with a grin. “Get dirty and sweaty too.”

       That was so cheeky of him. Oh, I wish! I could see the sexual undertone in that and hoped my guests in the van didn’t catch it too.

       “Oh, I’d be happy to help, Brian but as you can see, I’ve got guests.”

       “Sure,” He smiled.

       He could see how I avoided his offer but knew the sexual tension between us.

       Mike then asked, “Is my wife behaving herself?”

       “Other than running the show and being told off by Sarvesh for what she is wearing. No trouble at all,” Brian laughed.

       “That figures,” Mike replied.

       “Is Sarvesh here?” I asked.

       “Came home before lunch,” Brian replied.

       He must have caught the look on my face and smiled. “Been caught driving again, have you, Amita?”

       I just smiled back and gave him a kiss shape with my lips. No one in the van caught that. As he stepped back, I engaged the van and followed where the other van had gone around the back to the Guest House.

        You may be thinking what is this girl doing lusting over a man when her pussy probably still had the cum of the man she’d spent the night with, the man sitting next to her. But I say, ‘Why not!’ Part of the reason our friends were here was for fun. I was out to get all the fun I could too.         

       David’s family was staying in the Guest House. It was a bit small for them and extra beds had to be set up in the small room downstairs but they were happy with it. By the time David moved there too, it became quite full but a lot of the time they were either in the main house or off out with us so the Guest House was really only used for sleeping. We had offered to put them up in the hotel. When they had seen the place, I even offered the hotel again but they insisted they were fine so Mike and I helped get them settled in.

       I went into the main house to discover that Sarvesh was waiting for me. He had seen me drive the van in.

       “Hello, honey,” I said giving him a quick kiss and a hug.

       He accepted my hug and then held me away so he could see my face.

       “Driving again, Amita?” he said.

       “Yes, you know I like to drive.”

       “How far this time?”

       “All the way from the airport.”

       “Through the traffic in Kadapa?

       “Yes.”

       “Did the drivers try to stop you?”

       “Yes, Sarvesh. They tried.”

       I didn’t want the drivers to get into trouble.

       “I told them too.”

       “You know they won’t stop me.”

       “Yes, yes, I know,” he said smiling. “You always have your way.”

       When I didn’t say anything he continued. “You are becoming more and more like those New Zealand girls, Amita.”

       “Like Shanti?”

       “Shanti?

       “The woman you were with last night.”

       He was shocked. I could see it on his face. Ha! Ha! I got him!

       “How did you know?”

       “I know everything. Don’t you always tell me to know about everything in this house?”

       “Well yes, but……”

       “So I do,” I laughed. “Even who my husband shags when I’m away.”

       He smiled, “Away shagging some New Zealand man?”

       “Exactly, Sarvesh.”

       He laughed as he gave me another hug. I think the maid standing nearby was a bit surprised. We made it our policy not to show too much affection in front of the staff but while she had not heard our conversation, she had seen the hugs.  There was a slight smile on her face. I didn't tell him Mike had told me who Shanti was planning to spend the night with. I had taken a guess that it had actually happened and got it right.  

     

Sub-Story C – Extra.

Hi again from Shanti.

       Mike and Amita were away for the night when they went to meet David’s family from Australia. Poor Sarvesh, left all alone. It concerned me greatly so I decided to offer to comfort him, keeping him company for that long lonely night. Of course, as you would expect, Sarvesh, facing the prospect of a night all alone, graciously accepted my offer.

       We had to wait until the house settled for the night and then as had been happening most nights, Joseph sat in the lounge chair he’d dragged up from downstairs, placed beside the big lion statue so he could see down to the floor below. We all knew if he was reading his book, there was staff around. If he was looking up the coast was clear. The staff had got used to this man sitting there reading each night so it worked well for all of us on the top floor.

       I left my room and passed Joseph heading down to the master bedroom.

       “Have fun,” he told me as I passed.

       “You too,” I replied.

       “Oh, I will. Paula and I have a sexy night planned.”

       ‘So Paula would get some big cock. That was interesting’, I thought. But I didn’t stop, I had other plans. Down the passageway, I stopped and lightly knocked at the big heavy wooden door.

       “Come,” he replied. “Please come in.”

       “Sir, you called me,” I said.

       “Yes, of course,” he said picking up the game. “Come, come, Shanti. Take a seat.”

       ‘Take a seat,’ I thought. ‘Not take a bed.’ I sat on the seat he had indicated, waiting for him to continue.

       “It has been brought to my attention that you have been misbehaving since you have been here.”

       “No, Sir,” I replied.

       “You cannot deny, causing disturbances and upsetting my staff.”

       “But, Sir. I have just been my normal self.”

       “Exactly,” he agreed. “You’re normal self. Head-strong, disruptive, rebellious.”

       I just put my head down, acting guilty. (Also, trying to hide my smile.)

       “Do you deny this?”

       “No, Sir.”

       “You do realise I can’t allow this behaviour to continue? Something has to be done about it.”

       “Yes, Sir,” I said nodding my head.

       “I think, considering the circumstances, a severe punishment will need to be dispensed.”

       “Oh, Sir. What will happen to me?”

       “I think, you pleasing me….. pleasing me for a night might do it.”

       I didn’t reply to that. I didn’t need to. The game was over and now it was time for the punishment... I mean fun. I reached for him. Pulling him against me, my breasts pressed against him. The hug lasted for a minute or so as I rotated my shoulders, rubbing my breasts across his chest. It felt good and I knew he’d enjoy it too. He certainly wasn’t the first to break the embrace.

       Now pulling back slightly, my fingers went to the tie of his robe. I soon had the cord undone and was pushing the robe back off his shoulders. As I expected, he was naked underneath. My hands went to his chest running my fingers over his skin, just lightly, only the tips of my fingers touching him. He liked that, liked it even more when I found his man-nipples, pinching them too.

       My hands went lower around his waist where I grabbed him, pulling him against me. Reaching up, our lips met and I kissed him, smack on the lips. That kiss became another one, deeper now, a tongue kiss. That was good too. Sarvesh is always a good kisser. I like that in a man.

        While we kissed I pressed against him, more than a press, more like a push, catching him off balance and making him step back closer to the bed. I broke from the kiss, my hands coming up to his chest. Suddenly, I gave him a massive push with the flat of my hands. He could do nothing, his legs were against the bed; he lost his balance and fell back, landing on his back.

        I then began to undress. Yes, I had prepared for this. First came off the big bathrobe I was wearing and as it fell to the floor he discovered the sexy PJs I was wearing underneath - tiny tight shorts and matching top. I had pulled the top up to tie into a knot under my breasts. Now I began undoing the knot.

        Meanwhile, I was talking. I was like, telling him he was going to get the fucking of his life. Telling him everything I was going to do to him. How I would suck him then take him in my wet cunt and fuck him. How I was going to make him cum on my tits, cum on my arse and cum in my cunt. With a lots more detail than that, of course.

       Now, I pulled the top off over my head leaving me in the shorts and a very sexy, very low cut bra. I don’t usually wear a bra under these but the name of this game was ‘Undress to Impress’ so I had gone all out for him. The shorts were next to go, revealing the tiniest of G-strings.

       I played with him now. My hands running all over my bra and panties while I continued to tell him what a good fucking he was about to get.

       He was like, just lying there, flat on the bed with his legs hanging over the side. His eyes never left me, watch everything I did. Now it was time to get naked. First the bra. I pulled the straps off my shoulders then slipped my arms out. All the time keeping the cups high enough to keep my breasts covered. Now, with one hand, I reached behind to undo the back. The bra came loose but still held in place with my arm. I rubbed the bra, all over my breasts with my hands, playing with him, still keeping myself covered. Now I moved to the very top edge and slipped both hands underneath as the bra fell away. The bra was gone but I was still covered, my hands covering my breasts.

        I teased him for a while more by rubbing my bare breasts all over without showing them. Finally, I decided it was time my G-string came off. I turned away from him and my hands went for the string on each hip. I plucked at each bow and the G-string fell away, leaving me naked. Now my hands moved all over my naked body but he could still only see the back view. I even bent forward giving him a better view, my hands pulling my arse cheeks open but hiding what was between. Finally, I pulled my hand away revealing all I had, my tight hole and my pussy down between the cheeks of my arse.

        It had been a sexy show. I know he had enjoyed it. I did too. Slowly getting naked, revealing more and more, but making him wait until eventually, I showed him everything. Yes, it was like, sexy and hot but also a bit of power play too. I like the control you can have over a man when you are getting naked for him.

        I was sitting, kneeling with a leg each side of his legs while I reached for his cock. He was hard and I knew he didn’t need much foreplay. I felt I was ready to go too. I leant forward to take him in my mouth but it was only for a few moments to get him wet. Then I moved up until my pussy was over his cock. I reached for him to guide him to my wet pussy.

       Straight off, his hands reached for my breasts. My hand came up and slapped his away.

      “No Sarvesh, no touching. You can only look!”

      I don’t know what made me do that but it sure gave him a shock. Then he smiled.

      “Having a power trip, are we?” he laughed. “Enjoying being the boss!”

      “Something like that…..” I laughed.

      “Exactly like that, Shanti.”

      I just smiled.

      Then he added, “OK, I can play that game too.”

      By now, I had him in me and was sinking down to take him deeper. I leant forward bringing my tits closer to his face while I could thrust back at him using my hips. He was in deep now and it felt good. Bet it felt good for both of us.

      My breasts were swinging just over his face. A couple of time he tried to reach my nipples with his mouth but I pulled back, staying out of reach, my breasts moving temptingly as I continued to fuck him.
      He laughed at that and again accused me of playing the power game.

      Soon that hard cock rubbing over my clitty was beginning to get to me. I knew my orgasm was building but I was still unsure where he was. At first, I tried to hold back so I could take him with me but then I decided to just go for it. It was getting close, I knew it as I felt myself losing control. Within moments my orgasm was going to burst.

      Suddenly his arm came up and grabbed me, wrapping around my body, pulling me down against him. At the same time, his back came up off the bed as he started to roll. Before I knew it, I was on my back and he was on top of me, still inside me. Damn, he got me!

      It was now him fucking me and he was really giving it to me. Strong, quick thrusts, plunging into me and pulling back sharply before plunging again. It didn’t take much of that to send me over. I was moaning and bucking at him, my pelvis coming up against him, my body wriggling around under him. But still, he continued, those powerful thrusts, driving into me.

       I recovered and began to help him. Our bodies working together, meeting each other, two bodies working as one. I began to realise there was yet a second orgasm on its way for me but I also knew now, he was getting close too. I was hoping we could both make it, both close together.

       In the end, he beat me by seconds, his body losing rhythm as he began to cum. It only took a few more rubs against his cock and I was there too. The waves swept over us, our passion spent in the thrilling rush of orgasm. Both of us then dropping from our peaks to bask in our afterglow. He rolled off me and we lay beside each other catching our breath.   

       “Now who is the boss, Shanti?”

       “I am,” I replied. “I just let you win.”

        “Of course, you did. How could I have missed that?”

        “I like a man to know his place,” I said slapping his thigh.

        He just laughed. "You, never give in do you?"
        "No, never!"

        Still naked we went out to the spa pool. Soon we were enjoying the soothing water. It wasn’t long before his hands were on my breasts again. Touching me, playing with my nipples, getting me, well more like, both of us horny again.

        I move around until I was facing him, kneeling over him with a leg each side. From that position, I could take him inside me again. With a gentle movement of my hips, I was able to work his cock so he was slowly slipping in and out of me. It wasn’t mind-blowing sex, more like gentle, comfortable sex. Not sure I was going to cum like that but it felt nice. This continued for a while, him playing with and sucking my nipples while I gently fucked him.

        Suddenly, he took it up a notch. His hand went down between us, into my pussy until he found my clitty. It didn’t take much, just a tiny bit of rubbing and I was over the top. My hips were going for it now, thrusting, well maybe more pounding down at him. His cock driving my orgasm until I came off my high.

        Oh, that was a good one. I like surprise orgasms. You know the ones – ‘this is gentle, this is nice, this is good. Oh! Oh! Orgasm! Surprise! Surprise!’

       We ended this little spa pool session with me leaning over the pool-side and Sarvesh fucking me from behind. Oh, that must have been good for him. He cum like a garden hose. All over the place, over my arse too. LOL, we must have left a few foreign fluids in the pool that time.

Sarvesh now.

        We settled down to sleep soon after that and I woke up late. Shanti was gone but I could see where she had slept beside me and smell the scent she uses. I got up and skipped breakfast, having to rush into the town for an appointment I almost forgot.

        I didn’t feel like working after that and so decided to go home. Yes, you guys know, ‘working from home.’ I called the driver and left things to Jeevan. We pulled into the driveway and there she was, Shanti, as good as topless, out there in the mud working on the rock wall.

        ‘Damn, that girl,’ I thought. I had told her to be careful with the house staff around. I got out to talk to her, tell her off but it became obvious she was going to face up to me so I decided this was a fight I didn’t want. Not in front of everyone, anyway. I just left her and came inside.
       You didn't win Shanti. I just let you win.

Sub-Story D  Katrina Returns to her Home Town.

Shanti again,

       The next phase of our story involves the group who travelled to Katrina’s hometown. There were three tasks they had in front of them before returning with Katrina on her wedding day. First, they had to get her ready for her big day. Second, the boys had a wedding train to prepare. Third, the special wedding breakfast had to be prepared for serving on the train.

        I went in with Amita to see them off on the train. Katrina and her mother, her older brother and his wife who still lived in that town, plus the three from our group, Lizamoa, Peter and Steve, seven in all, they all left together on the express.

Hi from Lizamoa.

        Since Shanti never went to the other town, Steve and I will be telling this part of the story. We were taken to the station in a van where we met Katrina. Mootie had dropped her off. Soon her mother and brother arrived too. It was only a few minutes after this that the express pulled into the station. I discovered that Jeevan, well Elizabeth actually, had booked us all First Class which was a surprise for Katrina’s family.

       A couple of hours later we pulled into Katrina’s hometown. It was smaller than the town we had come from but quite a nice place. While Katrina and her family went to their house, Steve, Peter and I went to a small hotel. There is a story behind this.

       Katrina’s mother asked if we would be staying in their house. I did consider it but then had a better idea.

       “I think the Western men will feel more comfortable in the hotel,” I told her.

       “It’s OK,” Peter began. “We can…….”

       “No Peter,” I said giving him a stern look. “The boys will stay in the hotel. I will too, to make sure everything is OK for them.”

       Peter got the message and stayed quiet. I did notice a slight smile on his face. 

      

Steve here now.

       We were staying in this little hotel near the centre of the town. It was a funny little place but quite comfortable. I think word had got around that we were to be given the best service. It seems everyone was going all out to please us. I was rather amused by the little guy who was usually at the service desk. Always had a joke for us; seemed a very happy fellow. I later heard he owned the place, no wonder he was happy.        

       The next morning Katrina’s brother picked the three of us up from the hotel. First, we dropped Lizamoa off at Katrina’s parent’s house and then went on to the railway station.

       It appears that this town is also an important railway junction and back in the days of steam there were railway workshops here, employing many from the town. Today most of this is gone as modern locomotives just run straight through. All that was left was some smaller engine sheds, for some local trains based here.

       The shed foreman, an older guy, was expecting us and gave us a tour. The last building was where they kept the train we had come to see. Wow, she was a beauty! A 4-6-2 steam engine. What I would call a Pacific. They called it an Indian Railways - Class WP I believe. The best part was she was in steam. Yes, they were about to take a test run and were waiting for us to join them.

       “Oh, great,” Peter said and I agreed too.

       We climbed up into the cab and were on our way. First a few shunts up and down the yard and then after another quick inspection, we were waiting for clearance to take the mainline. It was only a short half hour trip before we had to take a siding again to wait for more traffic to clear. We got a cold drink nearby. They say in these out-of-way parts of India, the safest thing to drink is Coke-Cole. Not that I’m really into that soft drink stuff but I didn’t want to get sick either.

       Back at the locomotive, we walked around while the foreman explained how they were going to get it ready for the wedding. It seemed a lot of work when she would have been fine, just clean and shiny as she was then. But, I’m not running this show so if they want decorations then decorations they will get.      

       The next day when we got to the station there were guys climbing all over the locomotive and coaches. They had rags and were cleaning and polishing everything. It was an amazing sight actually. A bit later this guy arrived with a truck and everyone started unloading the decorations. All sorts of things, ribbons, streamers, balloons and heaps of other things. By lunchtime, one team had started on the locomotive while another was working on the coaches.

       Each day the train was pulled out of its shed. Not with another locomotive, all done by hand. Each night or if it looked like rain, the whole thing was pushed away again. 

       Peter and I felt a bit useless as there was nothing much we could do but watch. We did help in a few places but I noticed whenever we did the foreman was quick to pull us away. So, it became obvious our role was just to observe. That felt strange, like guilty, with work to be done but not being allowed to do it.

       I must admit the train looked beautiful when they had finished. The last afternoon was when the final touch, the live flowers were added. By the time, we left for our hotel that night, everything was done, and everything detail complete. All the train needed, was a beautiful bride.      

  

Hi from Lizamoa.

       Meanwhile, when the boys were playing trains, some of us actually had work to do. The plan was for Katrina to wear three different saris on her big day. First was the one she would wear for the train journey and breakfast. Then just before we reached the other town, she would change to her wedding sari. Later she would have a third sari for the dinner and the party at the Big House.

       When I told the boys the first night, they were impressed. Then one of them had to go ruin it by saying he wanted to see her honeymoon sari. LOL.

       Over the next couple of days, we purchased the material for her other two saris, the wedding sari was ready done for her. Of course, many of you Western guys might not know that while the sari itself is just basically a long length of silk material, the underskirt and sari blouse has to be made. In the case of the sari blouse, it is tailor-made to fit each girl’s upper curves. (Come on guys, stay focused please.)

       We had hair appointments and other things as well. The wedding cakes and some of the flower arrangements were also being purchased in this town too. In the end, Katrina’s brother spent most of his time running us around instead of being at the station. Anyway, from what I heard the boys had all that under control.

       The first evening the three of us were invited for dinner at one of Katrina’s family members. This was a grand meal with lots of people. Of course, being Indian, I could blend in but the two Western guys were the main attraction. But they did well, fitted in and enjoyed the evening, life of the party amusing everyone with their jokes.

       Later, we caught a taxi back to the hotel not getting there until it was late. Since Katrina’s family does not drink, the boys were ready for a beer. The hotel manager had arranged for some to be left in Peter’s room. So I decided to join them.

       After a quick shower, I went to his room. By then the boys, still in the clothes they had arrived back in, were into their second beer. Quickly one was retrieved from the fridge for me. We sat drinking and eating some salty Indian snacks as they told me about the steam engine. I told them about my afternoon with Karina too. That was when that wisecrack about the honeymoon sari came up. Peter, I think. Naughty boy!

        Steve was now sitting beside me. “I think we need to see Lizamoa’s honeymoon sari,” he said reaching to pull my sari off my shoulder.

       I knew where this was going. “No, you don’t,” I said replacing my sari. “You both have a shower first.”

       “I thought you liked dirty boys, Liz.”

       “I do, but tonight you shower first,” I told them.

       I think they were surprised at that but it had been a hot day so they probably needed it.

        “You better make sure we’re clean,” Peter told me.

        “Ok, I’ll come and watch.”

        “Just watch?”

        “Yes, I’ve had my shower.”

         So, we all ended up in the bathroom of Peter’s room watching Steve stripping to get under the shower. Meanwhile, Peter and I were watching him while we sipped on our beers. He wasn’t in there long before he was ready to come out. Beside me, Peter was now naked and ready to follow him.

        Steve came out of the shower and Peter went in. Strange how these guys don’t shower together like us girls do. Anyway, suddenly Steve grabbed me, picking me up by the waist and walked straight into the shower with me. Quickly the clothes I was wearing became soaked. There was not much room, three of us in there but soon they both turned on me. Their hands all over my soaking clothing before they began to get me naked. I wasn’t intending to get wet again, certainly not in my clothes but then I didn’t have much choice. Oh well, a new variation on a Lizamoa shower, I suppose.

        They quickly had me naked, their hands all over me. I wasn’t shy about handling them too. Well, why not? If you are going to take two guys to bed it makes sense to first confirm they are ready! They were - both were very ready. That was kind of the end of any washing as we stumbled from the shower and began drying each other. Soon the three of us, still naked, were in the main room on Peter’s bed.

       I notice that most often threesomes begin with a guy each side of the girl, sucking and playing with her tits. That is how we started that first night. Their fingers getting my nipples really hard were quickly followed by their tongues and mouths working too. Oh, it felt good. I love having my nipples sucked. I love it when a hot guy does it too. Gets me so horny!

       Before long Peter was down lower, pulling my thighs open and going in for the pussy. Yes, I like that one too. I was already feeling horny from the fun in the shower then that followed by all the nipple play, I was wet and ready for some pussy fun. While I was in India I was trimming and shaping it but I still carried a lot of dark hair. He didn’t seem to mind. His fingers ran over me a couple of time, feeling my wetness before he leant forward pulling my hair back and lips open with his fingers. I felt him do it and closed my eyes, ready to enjoy what was coming next.

       He had lifted my legs up, making me even more exposed and I felt his first tongue contact. A warm wet tongue, running down over my open pussy. It felt good but even got better when he began licking me, pressing his tongue in as he did. His licks were good. Those long slow ones running up the whole way, from my puckered bum hole to my clitty. I felt I was becoming wet, very wet but he was lapping that up as he continued.

        Meanwhile, Steve was still working my upper body, from my neck down to my breasts. Oh yes, my nipples were getting lots of attention but so was my neck. I like a man doing that, necking me and Steve was doing it just how I liked it. I like a man working my nipples with his mouth and tongue and Steve was doing that well too.

        So much going on, my body sending me feelings of pleasure from all over. It was a strong build-up for sex, well so these two men thought but for me, it was passed build-up as my first orgasm was approaching. Yes, what was happening in my pussy was too much for me, too much for my body to take for long. The feelings of pleasure, the feeling of the orgasm was too much to contain. They burst from my pussy and rushed through my body, making me cry out with the thrilling joy of it.

        I think the men were a bit surprised when I went off like that but also amused. Why do others see a person doing orgasm as funny? Anyway, it was a big one for me and a big start to a good evening with these two men.

       It wasn’t long before Peter moved on top of me and then entered me. Yes, that usual feeling of the cock pressing in, the resistance then an opening of my lips and the pleasant filling of my pussy as he sunk in deeper. Compared to me, even Peter was a big man. He started quickly, his sex was with excitement, also as an urgent to get done. I myself, was OK with that and even surprised myself by quickly responding too. In fact, if he had continued just a tiny bit more I would have followed him over with another orgasm. But, he didn’t, he finished, filling me with cum and pulled off me.

        Almost straight away, Steve was ready to follow him. I was wet with my pussy juice and Peter’s cum juice so Steve went straight in. I felt him, I gasped at his first entry thrust, going almost all the way in. Like Peter, his sex was urgent and energetic. I think a bit rougher than Peter. Certainly, a lot stronger as Steve is a strong man and at that point using his full strength. I didn’t mind. My body can take that and enjoy it too. Quickly, I picked up where Peter had left and was only going a few moments when I cum.

       The man on top of me felt it and laughed. “Oh, you are a horny one tonight.”

       And, I was too. Totally turned on by having these two men to myself. Before Steve had delivered him cum, I was into my third orgasm.

       They didn’t give me much rest before both men wanted me again. This time I lay on my side and they both took me from behind. While Steve was finishing, driving into me from behind, Peter had moved to front me. My nipples getting the sucking while his fingers worked my clitty, taking me over into yet another orgasm. Three in one sex session, that was pretty good.  

      Next morning my clothes were still too wet as I’d forgotten and left them on the floor of the shower so Steve went to my room for some fresh clothes. I then returned to my room to get ready for breakfast and another busy day. While the boys went off to the railway station again, I caught another taxi to Katrina’s family house.

       I know the hotel staff noticed my wet clothes hung up in Peter’s room because when we returned that night I found my clothes had been washed and carefully folded on my bed. They must have also noticed that only Peter’s bed had been slept in. Of course, no one would ever say anything to us but I bet they were talking about what this Indian woman was doing with these two white guys.

       That night and the one to follow the boys again joined me in my room for some 'beers,' to be followed by good fucking from both of them. It was a three by three by three stay in that town. Three threesomes, three nights in a row.

        On the fourth, last night there, I told the guys there would be no fun as I needed to get to bed before the big day of the wedding. We’d been out late that night with another big evening with Katrina’s family. There wasn’t time for much anyway. I think Steve was not happy with that and tried to talk me around but I firmly stood my ground before him. So for the first and only night of our stay there, we all used our own beds.

              

       The next morning, the morning of the wedding, the three of us were up early and ready to go. At the station, it was already busy with lots of people around. It was the first time I had seen this train the boys had been telling me about. She was beautiful, a freshly painted old-time steam engine with three old-time coaches behind it. All of them were decorated with flowers, ribbons and other colourful items too. It looked great.

       I had learnt that around 60 people would be travelling with us. They were seated in the first two coaches that left the wedding coach for us. It was set up inside with a table for twelve people and at the back end a lounge area where people could sit and relax. Inside it was decorated as well as the outside had been.

       Everyone was aboard and waiting when the Chennai Express pulled in at the opposite platform. A modern train, fifteen coaches pulled by two modern locomotives. It was fairly full and people were at the windows looking across at our tiny but beautiful train. Once the express left we were soon leaving behind it.

       As soon as we were going, breakfast was served. Katina’s brother was replacing her father as the host and gave a short welcome to her big day. Yes, it is India. The guys always like making their little speeches before meals. You just put up with it and life moves on. He also thanked the three of us for helping get Katrina and her wedding train ready. The meal was great, a traditional Indian breakfast but I noticed the boys did OK with it. There was far too much for any of us but I hear what was left over was quickly served to others on the train. 

       After breakfast, there was a shortstop out in the countryside with no station anywhere near. Steve got up from his seat and announced he would see us when we got there. He left our coach and climbed down to walk alongside the train. Peter told us that the train had stopped so Steve could join them in the steam engine cab.

       Soon we were on our way again. By now we were relaxing in the lounge area where we stayed until it was time to help Katrina change into her wedding sari. There was a small private room at the front end of the coach for her. Of course, I went to help too.

       We came into the town from the north, passing Sarvesh’s warehouse complex where I noticed there were lots of people and activity. The express was just pulling away as we approached the station. I thought we were going to stop there but no, we continued over the river bridge. It was then I discovered they had built a special wooden platform, made for us on the other side near where the wedding would take place.

       It was busy, people everywhere, all trying to get a view of the bride as she left the train. I saw a few of our group there. I had done my job for Katrina now so I stepped out of the way beside where Betty and Tom were standing. Peter was with us and Steve soon joined us too. 

      

       As we left the platform I noticed the wedding train began to move again, backing over the river bridge again. Later we found it turned and parked under cover in Warehouse One, where flowers and the large wedding cakes had been unloaded for the reception there.

       I saw the train crew had joined the lunch and wedding reception before taking everyone back to that other town again.     

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