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We Begin Our Trip.
Hi - It’s to be Kalki again.
I woke up early, perhaps didn’t even sleep much. I looked over at my husband Hamza. He was still asleep but I was wide awake. I was so excited about our trip. My mind was busy, thinking of the many things when I was supposed to be relaxed. Everything was done, everything packed. It was only the last-minute things and we would be gone.
My mind drifted to the evening before. The sex last night between my husband, Hamza and I, myself had been great. I don’t know what it was. The expectation of our holiday. Seeing and doing new and exciting things. Meet our friends again both old and new. The excitement of different sexual partners and different sexual pleasures.
I woke up early, perhaps didn’t even sleep much. I looked over at my husband Hamza. He was still asleep but I was wide awake. I was so excited about our trip. My mind was busy, thinking of the many things when I was supposed to be relaxed. Everything was done, everything packed. It was only the last-minute things and we would be gone.
My mind drifted to the evening before. The sex last night between my husband, Hamza and I, myself had been great. I don’t know what it was. The expectation of our holiday. Seeing and doing new and exciting things. Meet our friends again both old and new. The excitement of different sexual partners and different sexual pleasures.
It had been an interesting journey for Hamza and me since we had met all these new friends. I went back to remember the evenings, we three couples used to have, (Story 172 New Friends, New Faces, New Fun.) How our meetings became sexier each time. There was that pool party where we wore swimsuits and the three of us women were even daring enough to bare our breasts for the men to enjoy. Then came the time we played that sexy stripping game. That was even sexier where all six of us became completely naked.
Soon after that, we were invited to the nude weekend at Amita’s house and not long after that Sairu and Payam did a sex swap with Amita and Sarvesh. (Story 173 New Faces at Our Nude Weekends.)
That evening, after we heard what they were doing, we had returned to our room, Hamza had been so turned on. In the bed was amazing. He was so urgent for the sex and we did it much more than is usual for us. I remember him mentioning what might be happening with our friends as we fucked. The positions changed and we did it again. Again, it was mentioned if those couples were trying this way too. My mind was on my friend Sairu too and I realised that this sex swap thing they were doing, was a big turn-on for both of us.
The next morning, Hamza asked me directly if I would be open to taking sex with one of the men here. I told him I would never cheat on him. Then he asked if I was open to us both trying, maybe a couple swapping. That is we both openly knew we were going to do it. I agreed I might be open for that one.
It wasn’t long after that before we were doing it too. Sharing sex with our friends.
Soon after that, we were invited to the nude weekend at Amita’s house and not long after that Sairu and Payam did a sex swap with Amita and Sarvesh. (Story 173 New Faces at Our Nude Weekends.)
That evening, after we heard what they were doing, we had returned to our room, Hamza had been so turned on. In the bed was amazing. He was so urgent for the sex and we did it much more than is usual for us. I remember him mentioning what might be happening with our friends as we fucked. The positions changed and we did it again. Again, it was mentioned if those couples were trying this way too. My mind was on my friend Sairu too and I realised that this sex swap thing they were doing, was a big turn-on for both of us.
The next morning, Hamza asked me directly if I would be open to taking sex with one of the men here. I told him I would never cheat on him. Then he asked if I was open to us both trying, maybe a couple swapping. That is we both openly knew we were going to do it. I agreed I might be open for that one.
It wasn’t long after that before we were doing it too. Sharing sex with our friends.
My mind returned to the evening before our trip. Whatever reason, we were excited by it. Turned on and into each other. As I mentioned above with the expectation of our holiday, the sex had been great. I remembered how first, he had taken me in the kitchen as we finished cleaning up from dinner. My hand drifted to my nipple, then lower to my pussy. My body remembered it too, remembered what his hands had done to me.
I was bent over the bench when he took me from behind. Then he turned me and tried fucking me that way too. Not so successful but led to us on the carpet in the hall, (lounge). That was intense, I cum so hard then and I took his first load from him too.
We made it to the bed where our second round began. He started on top, then we changed to me on top, cowgirl style. I cum like that again, falling forward against him to recover while he finished again too.
The sex had left us feeling hot and sticky, sweating. Dirty from the sex we had performed. I went to take my shower and Hamza followed me, to help me with my washing. That was not a good idea. How he washed me, his soapy hands rubbing me all over, in every place, did nothing towards calming our desires for each other.
Before long, I was on my knees under the falling water sucking him. Then he pulled me to standing while sucking my nipples again. Next, he was now down eating my pussy. Pulling my lips open to thrust his tongue to me. Our desires for each other became so strong, we were attempting fucking in the shower, fucking against the vanity and finally returning to the bedroom where our final round of sex occurred. That was when he delivered his third load of cum to me that night.
It made me shiver with pleasure to think, most of his cum would still be within my body. That was sexy.
It had been an exciting and amazing evening before finally, we could relax. It was late and we both needed the sleep to prepare for the first day of our trip.
I was bent over the bench when he took me from behind. Then he turned me and tried fucking me that way too. Not so successful but led to us on the carpet in the hall, (lounge). That was intense, I cum so hard then and I took his first load from him too.
We made it to the bed where our second round began. He started on top, then we changed to me on top, cowgirl style. I cum like that again, falling forward against him to recover while he finished again too.
The sex had left us feeling hot and sticky, sweating. Dirty from the sex we had performed. I went to take my shower and Hamza followed me, to help me with my washing. That was not a good idea. How he washed me, his soapy hands rubbing me all over, in every place, did nothing towards calming our desires for each other.
Before long, I was on my knees under the falling water sucking him. Then he pulled me to standing while sucking my nipples again. Next, he was now down eating my pussy. Pulling my lips open to thrust his tongue to me. Our desires for each other became so strong, we were attempting fucking in the shower, fucking against the vanity and finally returning to the bedroom where our final round of sex occurred. That was when he delivered his third load of cum to me that night.
It made me shiver with pleasure to think, most of his cum would still be within my body. That was sexy.
It had been an exciting and amazing evening before finally, we could relax. It was late and we both needed the sleep to prepare for the first day of our trip.
So here I was the following morning, the morning of our trip. Why am I so alert? Even as early as 4 am? I should have been resting. Why couldn’t I be like my husband Hamza? So relaxed within the bed. So comfortable in his sleep. I looked across at him lying beside me. It even came to my mind, I could bump him with my elbow to wake him up. But I didn’t, I resisted that temptation, instead, getting quietly out of bed myself.
As I sat in our lounge and waited for the sun to rise, in my mind I went over all the checklists again. Was this done or that? Have we forgotten anything? Finally, I curled up on the couch where my husband found me deep asleep.
We were late now. When he awoke, he had thought of me busy until he discovered me. Things to do, last-minute packing, getting our shower too. In my mind was - Sarvesh was almost here. Hamza was getting our son ready and I was rushing with finishing packing. Then, as he dragged the bags to the door I was getting to taking my shower and getting changed. I was with our son getting him dressed in the clothes he would be travelling with when Hamza returned from his shower. He was dressed and we were all ready for our friends. We made it!
Fortunately, the bus was a bit late so everything had got done successfully with time to spare. We were relaxed, sitting waiting when we heard the bus pull up outside. Sarvesh and Payam were there to take our bags. As I walked down to the road the lady next door who would be taking care of our house, said her goodbye and wished us a good trip. There were others looking from their houses too, but I wasn't worried for them, just my attention was to get on the bus and get on our way.
Most of them were already aboard, just Hansini and Mootie to go after us as they also lived on our side of the river.
Once the men loaded our bags and we were taking our places, the bus moved off. I had expected our son of three years to sit beside me but he wanted none of that, electing to sit next to his best friend, Sairu’s daughter. So Sairu took the seat beside me. We were both excited by this trip as neither of us had gone far from our smaller town. Now here we were going far beyond our town, beyond our state and to these other countries, even on the other side of the world.
She gave me a quick hug and said, “I am so looking forward to this trip.”
As I sat in our lounge and waited for the sun to rise, in my mind I went over all the checklists again. Was this done or that? Have we forgotten anything? Finally, I curled up on the couch where my husband found me deep asleep.
We were late now. When he awoke, he had thought of me busy until he discovered me. Things to do, last-minute packing, getting our shower too. In my mind was - Sarvesh was almost here. Hamza was getting our son ready and I was rushing with finishing packing. Then, as he dragged the bags to the door I was getting to taking my shower and getting changed. I was with our son getting him dressed in the clothes he would be travelling with when Hamza returned from his shower. He was dressed and we were all ready for our friends. We made it!
Fortunately, the bus was a bit late so everything had got done successfully with time to spare. We were relaxed, sitting waiting when we heard the bus pull up outside. Sarvesh and Payam were there to take our bags. As I walked down to the road the lady next door who would be taking care of our house, said her goodbye and wished us a good trip. There were others looking from their houses too, but I wasn't worried for them, just my attention was to get on the bus and get on our way.
Most of them were already aboard, just Hansini and Mootie to go after us as they also lived on our side of the river.
Once the men loaded our bags and we were taking our places, the bus moved off. I had expected our son of three years to sit beside me but he wanted none of that, electing to sit next to his best friend, Sairu’s daughter. So Sairu took the seat beside me. We were both excited by this trip as neither of us had gone far from our smaller town. Now here we were going far beyond our town, beyond our state and to these other countries, even on the other side of the world.
She gave me a quick hug and said, “I am so looking forward to this trip.”
It was a long drive to the airport in the small city of Kadapa. Sarvesh was using the same trip to Singapore as many others had used. It was tried and proven. Worked for us here. You will remember stories of it through The Letters Books.
I have never flown within a plane and I was excited to try but even a bit timid too. Amita had said by the time this trip was over I would be sick of flying, but for now, this was all a big adventure.
The first aircraft was smaller they said. Nothing compared to the big international flight. But it seemed pretty big to me. For a moment I stopped to look up at it, seeing the wings and the high tail part. I saw the huge engine hanging above me. An arm went around me as my husband held me, both just looking up for a moment until some ground crew told us to move to the steps. At the top, we were met by a lady who welcomed us and told us, on this flight we were free to sit anywhere. Our group took over almost the entire aircraft including all the kids. Jeevan told us that this local airline was flexible enough to put aside this whole aircraft just for us.
I dropped into my selected seat and my husband sat next to me. We fastened our seat belts and waited for departure. The engines started and we were ready to drive to the runway part.
“Are you ready?” Hamza asked me.
“Yes,” I replied, taking his hand.
“I am so looking forward to this trip,” he confided to me.
I smiled to myself. Not the first time I had heard that today.
I was wondering about my son and looked over at him but he wasn’t worried. Sitting across the walkway from us, talking with his friend, sharing this great new adventure. They were no problem at all.
Sarvesh came past and asked if I was Ok. I tried a smile and nodded, yes. I'm not sure I was that convincing.
Then he joked with the kids opposite saying, “Look after your Mummys. They are scared, not brave like you two.”
“Thanks, Sarvesh,” I said. “I’ll get you back for that one.”
He laughed and was gone.
I have never flown within a plane and I was excited to try but even a bit timid too. Amita had said by the time this trip was over I would be sick of flying, but for now, this was all a big adventure.
The first aircraft was smaller they said. Nothing compared to the big international flight. But it seemed pretty big to me. For a moment I stopped to look up at it, seeing the wings and the high tail part. I saw the huge engine hanging above me. An arm went around me as my husband held me, both just looking up for a moment until some ground crew told us to move to the steps. At the top, we were met by a lady who welcomed us and told us, on this flight we were free to sit anywhere. Our group took over almost the entire aircraft including all the kids. Jeevan told us that this local airline was flexible enough to put aside this whole aircraft just for us.
I dropped into my selected seat and my husband sat next to me. We fastened our seat belts and waited for departure. The engines started and we were ready to drive to the runway part.
“Are you ready?” Hamza asked me.
“Yes,” I replied, taking his hand.
“I am so looking forward to this trip,” he confided to me.
I smiled to myself. Not the first time I had heard that today.
I was wondering about my son and looked over at him but he wasn’t worried. Sitting across the walkway from us, talking with his friend, sharing this great new adventure. They were no problem at all.
Sarvesh came past and asked if I was Ok. I tried a smile and nodded, yes. I'm not sure I was that convincing.
Then he joked with the kids opposite saying, “Look after your Mummys. They are scared, not brave like you two.”
“Thanks, Sarvesh,” I said. “I’ll get you back for that one.”
He laughed and was gone.
We drove to the end of the runway place. Hamza asked if I was Ok. I wasn’t actually but wasn’t admitting that with those two little kids listening next door. I was getting a bit nervous.
I just had time to nod ‘yes' when the engines outside began to roar. My body was pressed back into the seat as the scenery of the runway was racing past outside. The plane began to tilt and the bumping of the wheels had stopped. I looked from my window to see the ground dropping away below us, houses and trees getting smaller and smaller as we climbed. We were flying!
My journey had begun. Well, the next part of our trip had begun as we had already been travelling from our home town a few hours to this place.
I just had time to nod ‘yes' when the engines outside began to roar. My body was pressed back into the seat as the scenery of the runway was racing past outside. The plane began to tilt and the bumping of the wheels had stopped. I looked from my window to see the ground dropping away below us, houses and trees getting smaller and smaller as we climbed. We were flying!
My journey had begun. Well, the next part of our trip had begun as we had already been travelling from our home town a few hours to this place.
This flight was short, not much more than an hour. Soon we were coming into landing at the larger airport belonging to Hyderabad. It was huge with planes of all sizes and colours everywhere. Very busy place and exciting to see. I also enjoyed listening to the excited chatter of the two kids sitting across from us. This was a wonder for them too.
I think the landing part was scarier than the taking-off part. You look from the window and see the land rushing up. You feel the bump as the wheels find the runway and then came the roaring as we slowed down. Would we stop in time before we fell off the runway? Silly thoughts for having. The men in front knew what they were doing.
Inside the terminal was busy too. I have read of this in The Letters Books, where others have been here so I knew what to expect. Sarvesh was watching out for us and had asked me to look after my son and help the other women with their children too. It was important not to lose anyone during this transfer as a lost child could mean we’d miss our flight.
Soon we were waiting for our International Flight and I went with the men to the big windows to view the aircraft we would be travelling with. She was beautiful! Almost graceful looking but it was huge. A Singapore Airlines one, with many trucks and men busy with last-minute preparations before the flight. Mootie was pointing out details for me but I am sorry I didn’t follow it all. I just could not take my mind off how huge this one was.
Then came the call for boarding. Lots of people were all ready to get aboard so it took time waiting before we could go. Our seats were with a row of three this time and I allowed Hamza to take the window seat. I sat on the centre one and Riya took the seat assigned for my son. She had kindly agreed to swap with him, taking the seat nearest the walkway. Riya is Mandara and Jeevan's oldest child, a girl of 19. She is a nice friendly girl and always talks to me when I saw her. Mandara had asked if I could be with her and help her for the first part of this journey but the truth might be more as Riya was helping me. She was much more experienced than me at this flying. Perhaps Mandara had guessed that too.
Mandara had given very strict instructions concerning Riya, not to accept any nonsense or naughty from her but I think she is a nice girl and will not give trouble.
Soon we were pulling back from the terminal and moving among the other traffic towards the runway. There was loud noise again and a more aggressive pressure against us as the plane accelerated and then we were airborne and settling into our long flight to Singapore. The endless drone of the engines as we moved towards our destination.
Later I leaned over to watch with Hamza how the very last green land of India became the endless blue of the ocean. So much water!
“There goes India,” he told me.
I smiled and gave his hand a squeeze, a little bit frightened and a little bit excited.
“You Ok?” he asked again. Still a bit concerned for me.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I think so.”
“You’ll be fine,” he tried to reassure me. "This is going to be a great trip. A trip of a lifetime," he smiled back at me. He seemed excited, like a little boy on a new adventure.
We talked for a few minutes while Riya got up to check on the kids for me. They were fine she reported, already found the computer games it seemed.
As Hamza nodded off to sleep, I turned to talk with Riya. I asked her what she wanted to do on her holiday. Riya has her ambition to become a vet and take care of sick animals in Mootie's Game Reserve. She was very specific on wanting to see kangaroos in Australia and sheep and cows in New Zealand. She wanted to see a kiwi bird in New Zealand too. She also said she was going to see dolphins in Singapore but she didn’t tell me how she thought this last one would happen.
When she asked me, I said I wanted to meet all my friends again that we had been with at the wedding but also, I wanted to experience the sights, food and cultures of the different places we would be visiting.
“Have fun with them too?” she asked.
I admitted I did but quickly changed the subject with this younger girl. There was some talk as she might be joining the fun but that was between her parents and her, not for me to talk with her about.
We settled down after that, Riya was playing games and watching a movie while I watched a movie then tried to catch up on some sleep. Later Hamza swapped seats with Riya so she could see the sights of Singapore as we arrived there.
They were happy and joking over some game she was playing and I thought then how close those two were. They were like good friends. It made me wonder about some things Mandara had told me regarding Hamza and Riya.
I think the landing part was scarier than the taking-off part. You look from the window and see the land rushing up. You feel the bump as the wheels find the runway and then came the roaring as we slowed down. Would we stop in time before we fell off the runway? Silly thoughts for having. The men in front knew what they were doing.
Inside the terminal was busy too. I have read of this in The Letters Books, where others have been here so I knew what to expect. Sarvesh was watching out for us and had asked me to look after my son and help the other women with their children too. It was important not to lose anyone during this transfer as a lost child could mean we’d miss our flight.
Soon we were waiting for our International Flight and I went with the men to the big windows to view the aircraft we would be travelling with. She was beautiful! Almost graceful looking but it was huge. A Singapore Airlines one, with many trucks and men busy with last-minute preparations before the flight. Mootie was pointing out details for me but I am sorry I didn’t follow it all. I just could not take my mind off how huge this one was.
Then came the call for boarding. Lots of people were all ready to get aboard so it took time waiting before we could go. Our seats were with a row of three this time and I allowed Hamza to take the window seat. I sat on the centre one and Riya took the seat assigned for my son. She had kindly agreed to swap with him, taking the seat nearest the walkway. Riya is Mandara and Jeevan's oldest child, a girl of 19. She is a nice friendly girl and always talks to me when I saw her. Mandara had asked if I could be with her and help her for the first part of this journey but the truth might be more as Riya was helping me. She was much more experienced than me at this flying. Perhaps Mandara had guessed that too.
Mandara had given very strict instructions concerning Riya, not to accept any nonsense or naughty from her but I think she is a nice girl and will not give trouble.
Soon we were pulling back from the terminal and moving among the other traffic towards the runway. There was loud noise again and a more aggressive pressure against us as the plane accelerated and then we were airborne and settling into our long flight to Singapore. The endless drone of the engines as we moved towards our destination.
Later I leaned over to watch with Hamza how the very last green land of India became the endless blue of the ocean. So much water!
“There goes India,” he told me.
I smiled and gave his hand a squeeze, a little bit frightened and a little bit excited.
“You Ok?” he asked again. Still a bit concerned for me.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I think so.”
“You’ll be fine,” he tried to reassure me. "This is going to be a great trip. A trip of a lifetime," he smiled back at me. He seemed excited, like a little boy on a new adventure.
We talked for a few minutes while Riya got up to check on the kids for me. They were fine she reported, already found the computer games it seemed.
As Hamza nodded off to sleep, I turned to talk with Riya. I asked her what she wanted to do on her holiday. Riya has her ambition to become a vet and take care of sick animals in Mootie's Game Reserve. She was very specific on wanting to see kangaroos in Australia and sheep and cows in New Zealand. She wanted to see a kiwi bird in New Zealand too. She also said she was going to see dolphins in Singapore but she didn’t tell me how she thought this last one would happen.
When she asked me, I said I wanted to meet all my friends again that we had been with at the wedding but also, I wanted to experience the sights, food and cultures of the different places we would be visiting.
“Have fun with them too?” she asked.
I admitted I did but quickly changed the subject with this younger girl. There was some talk as she might be joining the fun but that was between her parents and her, not for me to talk with her about.
We settled down after that, Riya was playing games and watching a movie while I watched a movie then tried to catch up on some sleep. Later Hamza swapped seats with Riya so she could see the sights of Singapore as we arrived there.
They were happy and joking over some game she was playing and I thought then how close those two were. They were like good friends. It made me wonder about some things Mandara had told me regarding Hamza and Riya.
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Singapore.
We had just left the plane and I was standing beside Riya and Jasmine, the two younger girls I had been asked to stay with. Jasmine is Hansini's daughter, 16 years old. The girls were a great help to us with younger excited kids. Jeevan was with us too, telling us of Singapore.
“I love this city,” he told us. “Very busy and exciting. The city never stops, day or night.”
“Didn't you tell that same thing to Katrina, years ago?” I asked him with a smile because I already knew the answer.
He smiled back, “Yes I did. And I still mean it now.”
(Story 161 Singapore Stopover – Part Two.)
“Where are we sleeping, Uncle Jeevan?” Jasmine asked.
“We have a nice hotel near the seaside,” he told her. “It is new and the swimming pool is on the roof.”
I knew this because I had seen photos but the younger girls were surprised. They were asking if they could go swimming there.
It was dark by the time we had reached Singapore and so we travelled through the streets at night. The traffic was busy but seemed well organized. The city appeared clean and modern.
Soon we were approaching our hotel. The amazing Marina Sands Resort Hotel. What an impressive building. It looked great in the photos but for real it was amazing. Three giant towers stretching high to a large boat-shaped platform that was supported across all three towers. How could they ever get that up there, with a garden and large swimming pool?
Check-in was a short delay and then the four of us were taking a lift to our room. Yes, four because we had agreed to have Riya share our room. Since we had an extra bed.
Our room was amazing too. Riya and I were like little girls exploring all the details while Hamza sat on the bed watching with amusement. I don’t know what he found so funny. We even had a deck on the side facing the city where we could see across a small lake to the lights of the city buildings.
We weren’t long out of bed that night with Hamza and I taking the double bed and Riya taking the smaller one, almost a double too. My son had a made-up couch bed. He could have slept in the same bed as Riya, as he was little and wouldn’t have taken too much room but I decided not to go there even if he was only a small boy, she was a young woman now.
I had elected to sleep nude in the soft bed and sheets. It was so comfortable. When Riya caught that I was doing so, she asked if she could too, I agreed she could sleep nude too. Why not? We all saw each other nude at the Special Weekends at Sarvesh's house.
The bed was so comfortable. I sunk into the softness and drifted into a deep sleep. It was wonderful. A peaceful bliss.
“I love this city,” he told us. “Very busy and exciting. The city never stops, day or night.”
“Didn't you tell that same thing to Katrina, years ago?” I asked him with a smile because I already knew the answer.
He smiled back, “Yes I did. And I still mean it now.”
(Story 161 Singapore Stopover – Part Two.)
“Where are we sleeping, Uncle Jeevan?” Jasmine asked.
“We have a nice hotel near the seaside,” he told her. “It is new and the swimming pool is on the roof.”
I knew this because I had seen photos but the younger girls were surprised. They were asking if they could go swimming there.
It was dark by the time we had reached Singapore and so we travelled through the streets at night. The traffic was busy but seemed well organized. The city appeared clean and modern.
Soon we were approaching our hotel. The amazing Marina Sands Resort Hotel. What an impressive building. It looked great in the photos but for real it was amazing. Three giant towers stretching high to a large boat-shaped platform that was supported across all three towers. How could they ever get that up there, with a garden and large swimming pool?
Check-in was a short delay and then the four of us were taking a lift to our room. Yes, four because we had agreed to have Riya share our room. Since we had an extra bed.
Our room was amazing too. Riya and I were like little girls exploring all the details while Hamza sat on the bed watching with amusement. I don’t know what he found so funny. We even had a deck on the side facing the city where we could see across a small lake to the lights of the city buildings.
We weren’t long out of bed that night with Hamza and I taking the double bed and Riya taking the smaller one, almost a double too. My son had a made-up couch bed. He could have slept in the same bed as Riya, as he was little and wouldn’t have taken too much room but I decided not to go there even if he was only a small boy, she was a young woman now.
I had elected to sleep nude in the soft bed and sheets. It was so comfortable. When Riya caught that I was doing so, she asked if she could too, I agreed she could sleep nude too. Why not? We all saw each other nude at the Special Weekends at Sarvesh's house.
The bed was so comfortable. I sunk into the softness and drifted into a deep sleep. It was wonderful. A peaceful bliss.
The next morning, I awoke to find Hamza and Riya sitting at the table, drinking coffee and looking at brochures of places we could visit. Sarvesh had given us some choices to decide before we went for breakfast.
When Riya noticed I was awake she jumped up to make me a coffee too. As she did, I noticed she was only wearing a pair of shorts like Hamza was, electing to go bare-breasted.
Considering what had been discussed about Riya, a few weeks before our departure from India. The idea of preparing her for joining in the sex parties in New Zealand, for a moment I wondered if Mandara would actually go through with it. It seemed a bold move to make with a teenage daughter.
I remember Mandara had said that if Riya did choose someone for her first time with a man, it would most likely be my husband. I remember she had asked if I was Ok with that. I said I was fine with it if she gave the ok to Riya.
Looking at the two of them, it was obvious she liked him and Hamza had said he liked her too. Certainly an attraction between them. I could see him checking out her tits too. Little brown cones with black nipples that jiggled slightly as she moved, of course, any man would look. But until Mandara told Riya about all this, it was no-go as far as I was concerned. I didn’t want to encourage it. I felt a bit more modesty was called for.
“Better put something on, honey,” I told her.
“Ok,” Riya said, jumping up to grab a T-shirt, pulling it on over her head. The way she reached over her head stretching her breasts directly in front of my husband before she pulled it down was sexy, to say the least. The way the stretchy material hugged her chest, it didn’t help very much. Rather, the tips of her nipple shapes were highlighted through the thin material, jiggling as she moved. Probably that was worse than before.
I joined them at the table as we looked through the choices Sarvesh had given us.
“Where are you going Riya?” I asked her.
“This morning I am going to the Dolphin Adventure on Sentosa Island,” she replied.
“What is that?” I asked.
“I am going to meet a real live dolphin and swim with him,” she said.
I was surprised. “Isn’t that a big fish?” I asked.
“No, not a fish. A mammal, like us and friendly to humans.”
She was showing me the brochure and telling us it was a gift for her nineteen birthday. Hamza and I decided this was worth seeing so we agreed to go with her and watch. For the afternoon we chose a short city tour and then go find this rooftop swimming pool back here at the hotel. Riya was excited when she heard that and was going on about how amazing it will be to see that.
When Riya noticed I was awake she jumped up to make me a coffee too. As she did, I noticed she was only wearing a pair of shorts like Hamza was, electing to go bare-breasted.
Considering what had been discussed about Riya, a few weeks before our departure from India. The idea of preparing her for joining in the sex parties in New Zealand, for a moment I wondered if Mandara would actually go through with it. It seemed a bold move to make with a teenage daughter.
I remember Mandara had said that if Riya did choose someone for her first time with a man, it would most likely be my husband. I remember she had asked if I was Ok with that. I said I was fine with it if she gave the ok to Riya.
Looking at the two of them, it was obvious she liked him and Hamza had said he liked her too. Certainly an attraction between them. I could see him checking out her tits too. Little brown cones with black nipples that jiggled slightly as she moved, of course, any man would look. But until Mandara told Riya about all this, it was no-go as far as I was concerned. I didn’t want to encourage it. I felt a bit more modesty was called for.
“Better put something on, honey,” I told her.
“Ok,” Riya said, jumping up to grab a T-shirt, pulling it on over her head. The way she reached over her head stretching her breasts directly in front of my husband before she pulled it down was sexy, to say the least. The way the stretchy material hugged her chest, it didn’t help very much. Rather, the tips of her nipple shapes were highlighted through the thin material, jiggling as she moved. Probably that was worse than before.
I joined them at the table as we looked through the choices Sarvesh had given us.
“Where are you going Riya?” I asked her.
“This morning I am going to the Dolphin Adventure on Sentosa Island,” she replied.
“What is that?” I asked.
“I am going to meet a real live dolphin and swim with him,” she said.
I was surprised. “Isn’t that a big fish?” I asked.
“No, not a fish. A mammal, like us and friendly to humans.”
She was showing me the brochure and telling us it was a gift for her nineteen birthday. Hamza and I decided this was worth seeing so we agreed to go with her and watch. For the afternoon we chose a short city tour and then go find this rooftop swimming pool back here at the hotel. Riya was excited when she heard that and was going on about how amazing it will be to see that.
Over breakfast, there was some discussion on attractions but in the end, like us, everyone decided to come to the dolphins. We would all watch a show and then watch as Riya took her swim with one. From all of us, it was only going to be her going into the water.
There was no way you’d catch me in that pool. That’s for sure! Those dolphin things look like they have sharp teeth.
We took the cable car to this resort island and went on to the Dolphins Show. It was a brilliant show. I really enjoyed it even if I did get a bit wet from the splashing. In such a hot country we dried quickly.
Once most of the audience had left, Riya went off with a few other people to get changed into her swimming suit. She was soon back wrapped in a large towel.
When it was her turn she removed the towel and stepped to the poolside with a trainer. I noticed she was only wearing a one-piece swimsuit, with lots of people watching too. I would have thought she would wear shorts too but they had said loose shorts might be dangerous in the pool with the dolphins so close. Once it was time to get into the water she also wore a life vest too.
Getting into the water soon a dolphin was right up beside her. She was touching and stroking it. The large animal was rubbing its self against her. Soon they became friends and were swimming across the pool and playing together. She was swimming as fast as she could but the dolphin was playing with her, delighting in showing what a better swimmer he was.
Later Riya was on a boggy board while the large dolphin was pushing her through the water at such a high speed. It was an amazing thing to see and we all took many photos.
When she came back to us, Riya told us it was the best thing she had ever done in her whole life. I can see that too.
She couldn’t stop talking about it until Sarvesh began teasing her about having a new boyfriend.
“It was a girl actually,” Riya said.
“A girlfriend?” Sarvesh laughed. “Then that’s even worse.
Without thinking, Riya reached out to hit him, I think a bit harder than she intended. Then with a shock, she realized what she had done and tried to say sorry. But he teased her saying how hurt he was by her violent attack. It was a bit too funny and I was laughing a lot.
That had opened my mind to another possibility. Would Sarvesh appear as a competitor to my husband Hamza? The way Riya responded to him, showed she liked him too. But how much? Only time would tell that.
There was no way you’d catch me in that pool. That’s for sure! Those dolphin things look like they have sharp teeth.
We took the cable car to this resort island and went on to the Dolphins Show. It was a brilliant show. I really enjoyed it even if I did get a bit wet from the splashing. In such a hot country we dried quickly.
Once most of the audience had left, Riya went off with a few other people to get changed into her swimming suit. She was soon back wrapped in a large towel.
When it was her turn she removed the towel and stepped to the poolside with a trainer. I noticed she was only wearing a one-piece swimsuit, with lots of people watching too. I would have thought she would wear shorts too but they had said loose shorts might be dangerous in the pool with the dolphins so close. Once it was time to get into the water she also wore a life vest too.
Getting into the water soon a dolphin was right up beside her. She was touching and stroking it. The large animal was rubbing its self against her. Soon they became friends and were swimming across the pool and playing together. She was swimming as fast as she could but the dolphin was playing with her, delighting in showing what a better swimmer he was.
Later Riya was on a boggy board while the large dolphin was pushing her through the water at such a high speed. It was an amazing thing to see and we all took many photos.
When she came back to us, Riya told us it was the best thing she had ever done in her whole life. I can see that too.
She couldn’t stop talking about it until Sarvesh began teasing her about having a new boyfriend.
“It was a girl actually,” Riya said.
“A girlfriend?” Sarvesh laughed. “Then that’s even worse.
Without thinking, Riya reached out to hit him, I think a bit harder than she intended. Then with a shock, she realized what she had done and tried to say sorry. But he teased her saying how hurt he was by her violent attack. It was a bit too funny and I was laughing a lot.
That had opened my mind to another possibility. Would Sarvesh appear as a competitor to my husband Hamza? The way Riya responded to him, showed she liked him too. But how much? Only time would tell that.
The afternoon was spent exploring other attractions around Singapore before we returned to our hotel mid-afternoon for a swim, in this so-called, ‘amazing pool’ before dinner was booked at a restaurant in the hotel.
I pulled out my one-piece swimsuit ready to put it on. I looked across at the other bed and Riya had undressed and was naked as she laid out a bikini on the bed.
It was at this moment that Hamza came out from his shower, also naked. Nudity was not a real problem between us.
“Wearing a bikini, Riya?” he asked.
“Yes, my swimsuit is still wet,” Riya replied, turning to face him as she did. For a moment they stood facing each other, both naked, both making no attempt to cover themselves. I wondered about that. Was there a sexual attraction there? Sort of looked like there could easily be if he allowed it.
Yes, I had seen that glance she gave down his body even if he had missed it. This girl was interested in men, just as her mother had told us she was. She was actually checking out his cock.
Hamza was the first to turn away, coming over beside me now. “You should wear a bikini, too,” he said to me.
I looked at him, a bit unsure. I would like to see this pool first. See how many people were there. What the other women were wearing there.
I told him that and he smiled. “But your bikini would be sexier.”
Him mentioning that I looked over at Riya, a bit shocked he would say such a thing in front of her but she was smiling. I think she had figured that out already too.
“Ok,” I said. “I’ll wear my bikini.”
As I went to pick out my more modest bikini, Hamza said, “No, the other one. The sexy one.”
I hesitated. Looking at him.
“Yes, wear the small one, Auntie Kalki,” Riya said behind me.
“What do you know about bikinis?” I said turning to find her just adjusting her modest bikini bottom over her pubes. She was still bare-chested, yet to put her top on.
“I know the boys like looking at the small bikinis,” she came back at me.
I wanted to say more, challenge her on that but I decided it might be better not to take this conversation any further with this younger girl. I turned back to Hamza to find him smiling. He obviously saw the funny side of this.
When I didn’t reply, Riya continued. “I heard mum and Aunti Amita saying they would be wearing sexy bikinis. I would too if Mum would let me.”
“You better not, Riya,” I said which made both her and my husband laughed.
“And you can stop too,” I told him.
“What did I do?” he asked, holding up his hands.
“Encouraging her!”
But I did pick up my smaller, sexier bikini to wear.
I pulled out my one-piece swimsuit ready to put it on. I looked across at the other bed and Riya had undressed and was naked as she laid out a bikini on the bed.
It was at this moment that Hamza came out from his shower, also naked. Nudity was not a real problem between us.
“Wearing a bikini, Riya?” he asked.
“Yes, my swimsuit is still wet,” Riya replied, turning to face him as she did. For a moment they stood facing each other, both naked, both making no attempt to cover themselves. I wondered about that. Was there a sexual attraction there? Sort of looked like there could easily be if he allowed it.
Yes, I had seen that glance she gave down his body even if he had missed it. This girl was interested in men, just as her mother had told us she was. She was actually checking out his cock.
Hamza was the first to turn away, coming over beside me now. “You should wear a bikini, too,” he said to me.
I looked at him, a bit unsure. I would like to see this pool first. See how many people were there. What the other women were wearing there.
I told him that and he smiled. “But your bikini would be sexier.”
Him mentioning that I looked over at Riya, a bit shocked he would say such a thing in front of her but she was smiling. I think she had figured that out already too.
“Ok,” I said. “I’ll wear my bikini.”
As I went to pick out my more modest bikini, Hamza said, “No, the other one. The sexy one.”
I hesitated. Looking at him.
“Yes, wear the small one, Auntie Kalki,” Riya said behind me.
“What do you know about bikinis?” I said turning to find her just adjusting her modest bikini bottom over her pubes. She was still bare-chested, yet to put her top on.
“I know the boys like looking at the small bikinis,” she came back at me.
I wanted to say more, challenge her on that but I decided it might be better not to take this conversation any further with this younger girl. I turned back to Hamza to find him smiling. He obviously saw the funny side of this.
When I didn’t reply, Riya continued. “I heard mum and Aunti Amita saying they would be wearing sexy bikinis. I would too if Mum would let me.”
“You better not, Riya,” I said which made both her and my husband laughed.
“And you can stop too,” I told him.
“What did I do?” he asked, holding up his hands.
“Encouraging her!”
But I did pick up my smaller, sexier bikini to wear.
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My Sexy Bikini.
What Riya didn’t know was wearing that sexy bikini was a huge step for me. Well, in fact, wearing any swimsuit in public was something new.
See, the only place I went swimming was in Sarvesh and Amita's pool. Being private with like-minded friends, that was almost always naked. I'd learnt to swim there and enjoyed the refreshing water against my nude body. To tell the truth, I didn’t even own a bikini, just an old-fashioned one-piece up until before this trip.
When it became obvious travelling to these other counties and staying in hotels would involve me swimming in public pools, I had realized I needed at least one other swimsuit. With Amita's help, I set about buying one online. I had no intention of going through the embarrassing experience of buying one in the town.
In the end, I purchased a one-piece and Amita gave me a modest bikini. I tried them at Sarvesh’s house and seem fairly comfortable with them. My old one-piece got quietly thrown away by my husband when I wasn’t looking.
My husband suggested that I buy something really sexy and daring with the idea of wearing it in these other countries where I wasn’t known. I wasn’t sure about that but he seemed excited by the idea. And the sex was great when we talked about it in bed too. I talked with my good friend Sairu and her husband had the same idea. Maybe those men had been talking. She already had a modest bikini but was considering buying a very sexy one too.
With Amita’s help, we searched online and found an Australian site that specializes in that type of swimwear. We both brought a sexy bikini which had only reached us two days before we left on this trip. No time to try it other than a quick try on at Sairu's house.
Hamza knew I had purchased this bikini too but had never seen me wearing it. I had shown him the website, so he knew this company made very sexy things but I bet he wondered how sexy would I go. He was in for a surprise. I went into the bathing room to change so I could save the big reveal for him at the swimming pool. Wearing a beach coat, a light covering, I came out ready to go.
“Can I see what you’re wearing?” he asked me.
“No,” I told him with a wicked grin. “You have to wait until we get to the pool.”
He actually smiled at that. I think a bit amused that I was teasing him.
“Anyway, how do you know I’m not wearing my old one-piece?”
“Oh, I know that’s not true,” he replied. "You will never wear that again."
So did that confirmed what I suspected, he did know something about my old swimsuit disappearing.
See, the only place I went swimming was in Sarvesh and Amita's pool. Being private with like-minded friends, that was almost always naked. I'd learnt to swim there and enjoyed the refreshing water against my nude body. To tell the truth, I didn’t even own a bikini, just an old-fashioned one-piece up until before this trip.
When it became obvious travelling to these other counties and staying in hotels would involve me swimming in public pools, I had realized I needed at least one other swimsuit. With Amita's help, I set about buying one online. I had no intention of going through the embarrassing experience of buying one in the town.
In the end, I purchased a one-piece and Amita gave me a modest bikini. I tried them at Sarvesh’s house and seem fairly comfortable with them. My old one-piece got quietly thrown away by my husband when I wasn’t looking.
My husband suggested that I buy something really sexy and daring with the idea of wearing it in these other countries where I wasn’t known. I wasn’t sure about that but he seemed excited by the idea. And the sex was great when we talked about it in bed too. I talked with my good friend Sairu and her husband had the same idea. Maybe those men had been talking. She already had a modest bikini but was considering buying a very sexy one too.
With Amita’s help, we searched online and found an Australian site that specializes in that type of swimwear. We both brought a sexy bikini which had only reached us two days before we left on this trip. No time to try it other than a quick try on at Sairu's house.
Hamza knew I had purchased this bikini too but had never seen me wearing it. I had shown him the website, so he knew this company made very sexy things but I bet he wondered how sexy would I go. He was in for a surprise. I went into the bathing room to change so I could save the big reveal for him at the swimming pool. Wearing a beach coat, a light covering, I came out ready to go.
“Can I see what you’re wearing?” he asked me.
“No,” I told him with a wicked grin. “You have to wait until we get to the pool.”
He actually smiled at that. I think a bit amused that I was teasing him.
“Anyway, how do you know I’m not wearing my old one-piece?”
“Oh, I know that’s not true,” he replied. "You will never wear that again."
So did that confirmed what I suspected, he did know something about my old swimsuit disappearing.
The pool was an infinity pool, which means it appears to go on with no edge. You can stand in the water and look at the view. Everyone in our group went swimming. All the women wearing sexier bikinis too so I was glad I did. Even that new girl Nishi wore one that came from Hansini I think.
There were a lot of people there as it was the main pool for the entire hotel. But the pool was a larger, long one, stretching along most of the length of that area.
The other women with us were bold, just throwing off their covers to reveal Riya was right, they were wearing sexy bikinis much like the one I wore. Sairu was like me, hesitated, a bit shy to take the plunge.
We smiled at each other, as suddenly, at exactly the same time revealed our tiny bikinis. It was only for a minute as we rushed to cover ourselves with the water of the pool.
But many people had been watching and seen us. So much of our flesh bare where the bikini only really covering the important parts of breasts and nipples. Even then much of my swelling breasts were uncovered too.
As we moved in the water to join the rest of our group, my husband, Hamza came close to me and whispered in my ear. “You look amazing, Kalki,” he told me.
“I am feeling a bit shy,” I told him. “This bikini is very showing for me.”
“But you look great wearing it, honey,” he told me. “Makes you look so sexy. I am proud to have such a sexy wife.”
I was happy with that as I was slightly worried that he might not like me showing so much of my flesh. But it appeared that he did, even saying he thought me sexy. I was pleased with that too.
After some time enjoying the cooling water of the pool it was time for me to remove myself from the pool. Other women stayed in a bit longer but I needed to get out. I was a bit concerned about this because it would involve me having to walk up the pool steps facing all those who were watching. I was sure there were many men willing to get another view of me.
Then Hamza was beside me. “Be brave, Kalki,” he encouraged. “You are a beautiful woman. Have a beautiful body. Look great in that bikini. Be bold now.”
As I moved towards the steps I felt him reach to take my hand. That encouraged me too. Walking beside my husband, hand in hand, I stepped up out of the water. He was proud to walk beside me and that made a big difference. Reaching our things he handed me a towel to quickly wipe the surplus water and stood ready holding my cover so I could quickly slip it on.
I liked that. He realized how much this was to do for him and was there to help and support me. So, I took more time drying myself, allowing more viewing for those watching before I reached to take the cover from him.
I had to admit to myself, while it surprised me, there was some enjoyment in displaying so much of myself like that.
As I fastened the cover close, Hamza leaned close and quietly said, “Nice show, Kalki.”
In a strange way, that made me feel so much better. He knew I was intentionally showing for longer than I was required but he enjoyed it seems.
There were a lot of people there as it was the main pool for the entire hotel. But the pool was a larger, long one, stretching along most of the length of that area.
The other women with us were bold, just throwing off their covers to reveal Riya was right, they were wearing sexy bikinis much like the one I wore. Sairu was like me, hesitated, a bit shy to take the plunge.
We smiled at each other, as suddenly, at exactly the same time revealed our tiny bikinis. It was only for a minute as we rushed to cover ourselves with the water of the pool.
But many people had been watching and seen us. So much of our flesh bare where the bikini only really covering the important parts of breasts and nipples. Even then much of my swelling breasts were uncovered too.
As we moved in the water to join the rest of our group, my husband, Hamza came close to me and whispered in my ear. “You look amazing, Kalki,” he told me.
“I am feeling a bit shy,” I told him. “This bikini is very showing for me.”
“But you look great wearing it, honey,” he told me. “Makes you look so sexy. I am proud to have such a sexy wife.”
I was happy with that as I was slightly worried that he might not like me showing so much of my flesh. But it appeared that he did, even saying he thought me sexy. I was pleased with that too.
After some time enjoying the cooling water of the pool it was time for me to remove myself from the pool. Other women stayed in a bit longer but I needed to get out. I was a bit concerned about this because it would involve me having to walk up the pool steps facing all those who were watching. I was sure there were many men willing to get another view of me.
Then Hamza was beside me. “Be brave, Kalki,” he encouraged. “You are a beautiful woman. Have a beautiful body. Look great in that bikini. Be bold now.”
As I moved towards the steps I felt him reach to take my hand. That encouraged me too. Walking beside my husband, hand in hand, I stepped up out of the water. He was proud to walk beside me and that made a big difference. Reaching our things he handed me a towel to quickly wipe the surplus water and stood ready holding my cover so I could quickly slip it on.
I liked that. He realized how much this was to do for him and was there to help and support me. So, I took more time drying myself, allowing more viewing for those watching before I reached to take the cover from him.
I had to admit to myself, while it surprised me, there was some enjoyment in displaying so much of myself like that.
As I fastened the cover close, Hamza leaned close and quietly said, “Nice show, Kalki.”
In a strange way, that made me feel so much better. He knew I was intentionally showing for longer than I was required but he enjoyed it seems.
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Celebrating Wearing My Bikini.
Back in our room, Riya was quick to take her shower. I was surprised she went first like that but she was only there for a very short time.
“That was fast,” Hamza said.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m running late.”
“So where are you off to then?” Hamza asked.
“I’m going to help at Uncle’s school. Sarvesh is the teacher and even made each child a lesson book. Since I am working as an assistant school-teacher while I finish my vet studies, I am helping him.”
Then to my surprise, she asked if my son could go too. At three, I thought him a bit young for school but he wanted so much to go with this big ‘cousin’ so I relented and allowed him. It was then that Riya told me she even had a book for him. She held up the lesson book to show us and then, with a, “See you at dinner,” they both were gone.
“That was fast,” Hamza said.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m running late.”
“So where are you off to then?” Hamza asked.
“I’m going to help at Uncle’s school. Sarvesh is the teacher and even made each child a lesson book. Since I am working as an assistant school-teacher while I finish my vet studies, I am helping him.”
Then to my surprise, she asked if my son could go too. At three, I thought him a bit young for school but he wanted so much to go with this big ‘cousin’ so I relented and allowed him. It was then that Riya told me she even had a book for him. She held up the lesson book to show us and then, with a, “See you at dinner,” they both were gone.
I was still wearing my bikini under my coverall. My idea was I would take it off to prepare for my shower. My intention was to walk into the shower in my bikini like Riya had done, then take it off once it had rinsed in the shower water.
But as I pulled my coverall off, Hamza was behind me. He reached around me, his hands going to my just barely covered breasts. He was leaning forward necking me and when I turned my head towards him, we were kissing. It was becoming obvious where this was going too.
“We can’t do this here,” I protested. “Riya might burst in on us.”
“No, she won’t. That is her room key on her bedside cabinet.”
That was very observing of him to notice that.
But as I pulled my coverall off, Hamza was behind me. He reached around me, his hands going to my just barely covered breasts. He was leaning forward necking me and when I turned my head towards him, we were kissing. It was becoming obvious where this was going too.
“We can’t do this here,” I protested. “Riya might burst in on us.”
“No, she won’t. That is her room key on her bedside cabinet.”
That was very observing of him to notice that.
Hamza hands were on my bikini top, feeling all over it, feeling my nipples through it. He brought his face down and tried to suck my nipple through the top. That felt strangely nice. His hand had moved lower now, rubbing my pussy through the bikini bottom.
My hand was feeling his shorts now. I discovered he was hard already. I had to get him out so breaking free from his grip, I bent down to remove his shorts. There he was, a nice hard cock for me. Just the view of him made me want him.
But I noticed he had made no attempt to remove my bikini. Both the top and bottom were still in place. I reached behind my back to undo the clip and he stopped.
“Leave it on, Kalki,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “It’s sexier!”
How would that work, I thought? I wasn’t sure what he had in mind. “How can we fuck when my bikini is in the way?”
“Come on,” he laughed, “I’ll show you.”
I allowed him to take my hand and lead me towards the bed. For a moment I remembered my bikini, would it make the bed wet? I touched my breast and discovered, with the Singapore heat, my bikini was completely dry.
I climbed on top of the bed and he climbed on behind me. Rolling onto his back he lay there, it was impossible not to notice his cock standing up straight. The thought came, ‘that would be nice sticking into me like that.’ I’m sure that was exactly what he intended.
I reached a leg over Hamza's body, bringing my pussy mound down towards his cock. At the last moment, my fingers reached to pull my bikini bottom to the side as my other hand grasped the hard shaft of his cock. In that way, I could guide him to my wet lips. A small press down with my body and I was taking him inside myself.
The sex who followed was great. I loved how much he was inside me, taking mostly all of him. It felt good as I began moving to fuck him. There was an energy, an excitement between us. More intense than our usual love-making. I was doing most of the work, fucking him but he was helping by humping back at me.
His hands came up to my breast which is normal for this position. But what was not normal was he chose to leave my bikini top in place and play with my nipples through it. Certainly, this new bikini was an attraction to him. I realised it had become beyond being a swimsuit covering to being a sexual addition for the bedroom as well.
My fucking of him continued. The sexual arousal was building for both of us. My pussy was beginning to excite, my clitty ready to release when suddenly the man under me gave a huge humping up at me. He almost threw me off.
But someway I managed to remain and could feel the release of his orgasm. I knew it was over for him so by pulling forward so my clitty made better contact with his cock, with a few more thrusts against him I sent myself over too.
I fell forward to lay against him during the dying throes of my orgasm. It had been good sex and good for us both. I had the feeling, both of us could have done more. There was no time for more.
After showering together we got dressed for dinner. Going down to meet our friends in the restaurant. It was there a very strange and interesting thought came to me.
‘How many of our friends could guess that we had been fucking and I carried Hamza's fresh cum inside me?’ Then came the second question, ‘How many women also carried fresh cum, being delivered to them by their husbands since our swimming?’
This was confirmed when Sairu, who was sitting beside me, leaned over and said, “How was the sex this afternoon?”
I was surprised like she knew what my husband and I had been doing. I confirmed that it was great.
“Payam was the same,” she said. “He wouldn’t even let me take it off first.”
“Hamza was like that too. Those bikinis do have some use after all,” I giggled.
I think that some others noticed our giggling.
I informed Sairu, that since we had been the same that maybe our men had been talking together.
She nodded, thinking that one too.
My hand was feeling his shorts now. I discovered he was hard already. I had to get him out so breaking free from his grip, I bent down to remove his shorts. There he was, a nice hard cock for me. Just the view of him made me want him.
But I noticed he had made no attempt to remove my bikini. Both the top and bottom were still in place. I reached behind my back to undo the clip and he stopped.
“Leave it on, Kalki,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “It’s sexier!”
How would that work, I thought? I wasn’t sure what he had in mind. “How can we fuck when my bikini is in the way?”
“Come on,” he laughed, “I’ll show you.”
I allowed him to take my hand and lead me towards the bed. For a moment I remembered my bikini, would it make the bed wet? I touched my breast and discovered, with the Singapore heat, my bikini was completely dry.
I climbed on top of the bed and he climbed on behind me. Rolling onto his back he lay there, it was impossible not to notice his cock standing up straight. The thought came, ‘that would be nice sticking into me like that.’ I’m sure that was exactly what he intended.
I reached a leg over Hamza's body, bringing my pussy mound down towards his cock. At the last moment, my fingers reached to pull my bikini bottom to the side as my other hand grasped the hard shaft of his cock. In that way, I could guide him to my wet lips. A small press down with my body and I was taking him inside myself.
The sex who followed was great. I loved how much he was inside me, taking mostly all of him. It felt good as I began moving to fuck him. There was an energy, an excitement between us. More intense than our usual love-making. I was doing most of the work, fucking him but he was helping by humping back at me.
His hands came up to my breast which is normal for this position. But what was not normal was he chose to leave my bikini top in place and play with my nipples through it. Certainly, this new bikini was an attraction to him. I realised it had become beyond being a swimsuit covering to being a sexual addition for the bedroom as well.
My fucking of him continued. The sexual arousal was building for both of us. My pussy was beginning to excite, my clitty ready to release when suddenly the man under me gave a huge humping up at me. He almost threw me off.
But someway I managed to remain and could feel the release of his orgasm. I knew it was over for him so by pulling forward so my clitty made better contact with his cock, with a few more thrusts against him I sent myself over too.
I fell forward to lay against him during the dying throes of my orgasm. It had been good sex and good for us both. I had the feeling, both of us could have done more. There was no time for more.
After showering together we got dressed for dinner. Going down to meet our friends in the restaurant. It was there a very strange and interesting thought came to me.
‘How many of our friends could guess that we had been fucking and I carried Hamza's fresh cum inside me?’ Then came the second question, ‘How many women also carried fresh cum, being delivered to them by their husbands since our swimming?’
This was confirmed when Sairu, who was sitting beside me, leaned over and said, “How was the sex this afternoon?”
I was surprised like she knew what my husband and I had been doing. I confirmed that it was great.
“Payam was the same,” she said. “He wouldn’t even let me take it off first.”
“Hamza was like that too. Those bikinis do have some use after all,” I giggled.
I think that some others noticed our giggling.
I informed Sairu, that since we had been the same that maybe our men had been talking together.
She nodded, thinking that one too.
That night we had played a game in the bar where each wife had selected one of the credit cards Sarvesh was holding. We would get a visit from the name on that card when we returned the card to him. Jeevan would visit me that night. Our plan was for the men to swap rooms later in the evening after all the kids had gone to bed.
After Riya had gone to sleep, Hamza slipped away and a while later, there was a soft knock on the door and I let Jeevan in. Since I was wearing nothing but a tiny sexy nightie, we kept the light off while we sat outside on the deck having a drink. Then we returned to the room for the main event in bed.
He was ready for fucking and soon we were doing it. He was on top both times and it was hot and sexy, making me orgasm a few times. He did too. After that, we settled down to sleep with me in his arms. Later, deeper into the night, we both were awake again and he took me from behind as we lay on our sides.
It was a big evening and we accidentally slept too late. Riya woke up to discover Jeevan still in the room.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I just came to visit, Kalki," he replied truthfully.
Riya is a smart girl. No use lying to her. She looked around and realised Hamza was missing. "Did you do some swapping?"
"Yes, Riya," I said. "But it's really none of your business."
She got out of bed naked, in front of Jeevan too. When Riya returned from her morning shower, Jeevan was gone and Hamza was back.
"Where did you get to, naughty boy?" Riya asked.
Hamza looked at me not sure what to say.
"Tell her," I told him. "She knows her father was with me."
"I was with Amita," Hamza said.
"Was it good?" Riya asked with a grin.
"None of you business, young lady," my husband said.
"That's the second time someone has said that," Riya laughed.
I suddenly realised she knew she wouldn't get an answer. She was just winding him up.
After Riya had gone to sleep, Hamza slipped away and a while later, there was a soft knock on the door and I let Jeevan in. Since I was wearing nothing but a tiny sexy nightie, we kept the light off while we sat outside on the deck having a drink. Then we returned to the room for the main event in bed.
He was ready for fucking and soon we were doing it. He was on top both times and it was hot and sexy, making me orgasm a few times. He did too. After that, we settled down to sleep with me in his arms. Later, deeper into the night, we both were awake again and he took me from behind as we lay on our sides.
It was a big evening and we accidentally slept too late. Riya woke up to discover Jeevan still in the room.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I just came to visit, Kalki," he replied truthfully.
Riya is a smart girl. No use lying to her. She looked around and realised Hamza was missing. "Did you do some swapping?"
"Yes, Riya," I said. "But it's really none of your business."
She got out of bed naked, in front of Jeevan too. When Riya returned from her morning shower, Jeevan was gone and Hamza was back.
"Where did you get to, naughty boy?" Riya asked.
Hamza looked at me not sure what to say.
"Tell her," I told him. "She knows her father was with me."
"I was with Amita," Hamza said.
"Was it good?" Riya asked with a grin.
"None of you business, young lady," my husband said.
"That's the second time someone has said that," Riya laughed.
I suddenly realised she knew she wouldn't get an answer. She was just winding him up.
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We Arrive in Perth.
The next morning, we were to continue our journey towards Perth, within Australia. Our bags were all packed and we were just about to leave our room, heading for the airport. Riya came over to us, reaching out her arms to include both Hamza and me in a group hug.
“Thank you for allowing me to share your room,” she said.
Then breaking away from us she looked me directly in the eye and added, “Sorry you missed your fun because of me.”
She turned grabbed her suitcase and carry bag, then without looking back, she left the room.
I was standing there speechless. I didn’t know what to think. Then Hamza started laughing.
“Do I tell her we did get our fun?” he asked.
Did she do that on purpose? Making that cheeky remark under the disguise of politely thanking us, to shock us. I had the feeling it was likely.
Yes, now I really needed to talk with Mandara about her daughter.
“Thank you for allowing me to share your room,” she said.
Then breaking away from us she looked me directly in the eye and added, “Sorry you missed your fun because of me.”
She turned grabbed her suitcase and carry bag, then without looking back, she left the room.
I was standing there speechless. I didn’t know what to think. Then Hamza started laughing.
“Do I tell her we did get our fun?” he asked.
Did she do that on purpose? Making that cheeky remark under the disguise of politely thanking us, to shock us. I had the feeling it was likely.
Yes, now I really needed to talk with Mandara about her daughter.
My chance came, at the airport. Mandara and I were sitting together waiting for our boarding for our flight to Perth. Amita and Hansini were there too.
“That girl is becoming a hand full,” Mandara replied. “Already the boys are beginning to notice and she is interested in them too.”
I said how Riya seemed to know so much too.
“Yeah, more than her father and mother together or so she thinks. A proper Daddy’s girl. In his eyes, she can do no wrong.”
Amita added, “We’re going to have to watch these girls now they were growing up. Our open policy on nudity won’t help either.”
So, the women were on to the problem. ‘I’d need to watch my child if she turns out to be daughter too, I thought.
It was then that Mandara shared a story about Riya. It seems she was causing problems in their house before the trip, fighting with her brothers and sister, arguing and disobeying her mother. In desperation, Mandara had finally cut off the dolphin swim. The problems continued, if anything, got even worse. In further desperation, Mandara moved to cancel the entire trip for Riya. She could stay with her family in India.
There had been an argument with Riya, then tears when Riya turned on the waterworks. Mandara said she was standing firm, the punishment stood. But Jeevan was crumbling she said. I could see it in his face. The next day Sarvesh got involved come especially to visit. Mandara said she began to feel she was outnumbered on this. So, Riya got her trip and her swim but there are other conditions she must achieve during her trip such as a big improvement in her behaviour.
Then Mandara warned us about dealing with daughters and husbands. How the husbands are soft with their daughters and the girls learn to use that to get their own way.
“Yeah, tell me about,” Amita said. “Nisha already has Sarvesh twisted around her little finger.”
My eyes were opened that time. I could even see it in my husband how he acted with Riya. Interesting! A lesson I must remember for my own children as they grew older.
This reminded me of something we had talked about at our nude weekend. Mandara had been talking with Shanti in New Zealand. Shanti had said she and Lizamoa were preparing their daughters for the open sex parties that would be happening in New Zealand. They were offering their daughters the chance to join these parties and if they said yes then they could select someone among their friends to help lose their virginity with.
Although most of us thought this was a progressive idea, that is probably the best way for dealing with these girls. They kind of know what is going on and will want to experiment themselves. It is better they learn in a safe and controlled environment than go off somewhere with some young boy and get themselves into trouble. Well, that was the idea behind it, anyway. Mandara and Jeevan had said they would consider it when we got to Perth.
I asked her, “Are you going through what we talked about with Riya losing her virginity.
Mandara had replied, “Yes, if Riya behaves between India and Perth.”
“Any idea who she will choose?”
“Isn’t that obvious, Kalki?” she said. “I told you, it will be your husband, Hamza.”
“I did think he was a possibility. And you did mention it before.”
“Get used to it, Kalki. It’s more than a possibility. They both are keen on each other.”
We had to quickly end our conversation when we saw Riya walking back towards us.
“That girl is becoming a hand full,” Mandara replied. “Already the boys are beginning to notice and she is interested in them too.”
I said how Riya seemed to know so much too.
“Yeah, more than her father and mother together or so she thinks. A proper Daddy’s girl. In his eyes, she can do no wrong.”
Amita added, “We’re going to have to watch these girls now they were growing up. Our open policy on nudity won’t help either.”
So, the women were on to the problem. ‘I’d need to watch my child if she turns out to be daughter too, I thought.
It was then that Mandara shared a story about Riya. It seems she was causing problems in their house before the trip, fighting with her brothers and sister, arguing and disobeying her mother. In desperation, Mandara had finally cut off the dolphin swim. The problems continued, if anything, got even worse. In further desperation, Mandara moved to cancel the entire trip for Riya. She could stay with her family in India.
There had been an argument with Riya, then tears when Riya turned on the waterworks. Mandara said she was standing firm, the punishment stood. But Jeevan was crumbling she said. I could see it in his face. The next day Sarvesh got involved come especially to visit. Mandara said she began to feel she was outnumbered on this. So, Riya got her trip and her swim but there are other conditions she must achieve during her trip such as a big improvement in her behaviour.
Then Mandara warned us about dealing with daughters and husbands. How the husbands are soft with their daughters and the girls learn to use that to get their own way.
“Yeah, tell me about,” Amita said. “Nisha already has Sarvesh twisted around her little finger.”
My eyes were opened that time. I could even see it in my husband how he acted with Riya. Interesting! A lesson I must remember for my own children as they grew older.
This reminded me of something we had talked about at our nude weekend. Mandara had been talking with Shanti in New Zealand. Shanti had said she and Lizamoa were preparing their daughters for the open sex parties that would be happening in New Zealand. They were offering their daughters the chance to join these parties and if they said yes then they could select someone among their friends to help lose their virginity with.
Although most of us thought this was a progressive idea, that is probably the best way for dealing with these girls. They kind of know what is going on and will want to experiment themselves. It is better they learn in a safe and controlled environment than go off somewhere with some young boy and get themselves into trouble. Well, that was the idea behind it, anyway. Mandara and Jeevan had said they would consider it when we got to Perth.
I asked her, “Are you going through what we talked about with Riya losing her virginity.
Mandara had replied, “Yes, if Riya behaves between India and Perth.”
“Any idea who she will choose?”
“Isn’t that obvious, Kalki?” she said. “I told you, it will be your husband, Hamza.”
“I did think he was a possibility. And you did mention it before.”
“Get used to it, Kalki. It’s more than a possibility. They both are keen on each other.”
We had to quickly end our conversation when we saw Riya walking back towards us.
On our flight to Perth, Riya had asked to sit with us again. I was ok with that. My husband likes to sleep a lot when travelling so I thought he would on this plane too. I thought Riya would be good company.
We played a game together, talked and watched a movie. I asked her about this schooling she was doing with Sarvesh and she showed me a school book he had made for Hansini's son. It seems all the kids had one, designed especially for them. Riya told me Sarvesh had visited their school for a few days, working with the teachers to prepare lessons for six weeks we were away.
In this book, there was a question page for Singapore, ten questions. I wouldn’t have been able to answer many of them but he had. Next was two blank pages facing each other where he had written a story about something he did in Singapore.
The pages after that contained some Math questions and problems, then finally there were two pages on the people of Singapore, the Chinese, the Malays the Indians and the English. Where they came from and how they all contribute to the society there.
Wow! Sarvesh, I am impressed. You considered all nine children travelling with us were carrying similar books. Looks like you missed your calling, should have been a school teacher. Ha, Ha!
Riya told me she had an iPad too and she used it for research and writing a trip diary which she was sending to her class in India. They were also learning about the countries and places she was visiting.
"In Singapore you told me my son has a workbook, Riya. I've not seen it yet," I said.
"I'll show you later. Sarvesh is keeping it so he doesn't lose it. It's really good. Has pages with pictures showing things he has to name. Each day he is getting better at naming everything. There are colours and simple numbers too."
"Numbers?" I asked surprised because he was still only three.
"Yes, get him to count on his fingers. He can get to ten now," Riya explained.
"Isn't he too young for that?" I asked.
"No, not if he loves it. He loves going to school with the bigger kids."
We played a game together, talked and watched a movie. I asked her about this schooling she was doing with Sarvesh and she showed me a school book he had made for Hansini's son. It seems all the kids had one, designed especially for them. Riya told me Sarvesh had visited their school for a few days, working with the teachers to prepare lessons for six weeks we were away.
In this book, there was a question page for Singapore, ten questions. I wouldn’t have been able to answer many of them but he had. Next was two blank pages facing each other where he had written a story about something he did in Singapore.
The pages after that contained some Math questions and problems, then finally there were two pages on the people of Singapore, the Chinese, the Malays the Indians and the English. Where they came from and how they all contribute to the society there.
Wow! Sarvesh, I am impressed. You considered all nine children travelling with us were carrying similar books. Looks like you missed your calling, should have been a school teacher. Ha, Ha!
Riya told me she had an iPad too and she used it for research and writing a trip diary which she was sending to her class in India. They were also learning about the countries and places she was visiting.
"In Singapore you told me my son has a workbook, Riya. I've not seen it yet," I said.
"I'll show you later. Sarvesh is keeping it so he doesn't lose it. It's really good. Has pages with pictures showing things he has to name. Each day he is getting better at naming everything. There are colours and simple numbers too."
"Numbers?" I asked surprised because he was still only three.
"Yes, get him to count on his fingers. He can get to ten now," Riya explained.
"Isn't he too young for that?" I asked.
"No, not if he loves it. He loves going to school with the bigger kids."
We were flying over the many islands of Indonesia and Riya was telling me that country was going to be the next one the children were studying. We looked at the ten questions and read about the people who live there. Looking out the window Riya pointed out the large land of Samaria that we were flying beside. She told me she wanted to see a volcano at the end of it.
We did find the volcano. It was a barren island with smoke coming off the hill in the centre.
“That is the volcano,” she said.
“It is alive,” I said in surprise.
“No, active,” she corrected me. “It is called Krakatoa. It is very active. Eruptions all the time.”
I looked out as the volcano slipped by us, wondering how she could know all these things. I learnt nothing like that when I was at school. After that, we flew out over the ocean and would not see land again until we almost reached Perth.
We did find the volcano. It was a barren island with smoke coming off the hill in the centre.
“That is the volcano,” she said.
“It is alive,” I said in surprise.
“No, active,” she corrected me. “It is called Krakatoa. It is very active. Eruptions all the time.”
I looked out as the volcano slipped by us, wondering how she could know all these things. I learnt nothing like that when I was at school. After that, we flew out over the ocean and would not see land again until we almost reached Perth.
“Who are you living within Perth?” I asked her.
“Some of us kids are staying together in the flat where Katrina and David live. It is under Uncle Donald’s house, I think. But they have a swimming pool.”
“We are staying with Fred and Ginger,” I told her.
“I don't know them,” Riya added.
“I’ve never met them either. They never came to India for Katrina’s wedding. Just joined the Letters more recently. Ginger works with Katrina, I think” (Story 225 Rottnest Island Holiday – Part A.)
She told me she was going on the trip to the desert town too. A man there was going to take them on a camping trip into the desert to see the wildlife there.
“I think that is David’s brother, Ian. He lives in that desert town.”
“Yes, it is,” Riya agreed. “I've written to him a few times.”
Now that was news for me that she had written to him. Riya explained, “We are working on arranging the camping trip.”
What she didn't tell me was that a few photos had been exchanged that shouldn't have been but that is part of a future story so I'll say no more.
“Is there wildlife?” I asked. “I thought it was just desert. Nothing.”
“No, there is a lot there it seems. A whole ecosystem in fact.”
This girl surprised me again. Shows how much I knew.
“Some of us kids are staying together in the flat where Katrina and David live. It is under Uncle Donald’s house, I think. But they have a swimming pool.”
“We are staying with Fred and Ginger,” I told her.
“I don't know them,” Riya added.
“I’ve never met them either. They never came to India for Katrina’s wedding. Just joined the Letters more recently. Ginger works with Katrina, I think” (Story 225 Rottnest Island Holiday – Part A.)
She told me she was going on the trip to the desert town too. A man there was going to take them on a camping trip into the desert to see the wildlife there.
“I think that is David’s brother, Ian. He lives in that desert town.”
“Yes, it is,” Riya agreed. “I've written to him a few times.”
Now that was news for me that she had written to him. Riya explained, “We are working on arranging the camping trip.”
What she didn't tell me was that a few photos had been exchanged that shouldn't have been but that is part of a future story so I'll say no more.
“Is there wildlife?” I asked. “I thought it was just desert. Nothing.”
“No, there is a lot there it seems. A whole ecosystem in fact.”
This girl surprised me again. Shows how much I knew.
Getting through the customs at Perth was a bit harder than in Singapore. I understand it was to protect the country from overseas pests that could destroy their farming. They told me that New Zealand would be even worse. Now I understood why Amita and Sarvesh were very strict on what we should carry in our suitcases.
Once we were through, we were met by Paula and Donald. David was with them too. I asked about Katrina and he said she was working that day.
The hug naughty Donald gave me was a bit much for a public place. I tried to hold back but he pulled my body firmly against his. I felt that quick squeeze he gave my bum too. The thought came to me, this man intended more when we were more private.
As I pulled away from Donald, I turned to see Riya give David a hug. I would have thought that since they didn’t know each other that well, she would have held her body back from him. But she didn’t, pressing her body against him, her breasts against his chest. It looked like David was a bit surprised as they pulled apart too.
‘Was David on her possible hit list too?’ I thought.
Once we were through, we were met by Paula and Donald. David was with them too. I asked about Katrina and he said she was working that day.
The hug naughty Donald gave me was a bit much for a public place. I tried to hold back but he pulled my body firmly against his. I felt that quick squeeze he gave my bum too. The thought came to me, this man intended more when we were more private.
As I pulled away from Donald, I turned to see Riya give David a hug. I would have thought that since they didn’t know each other that well, she would have held her body back from him. But she didn’t, pressing her body against him, her breasts against his chest. It looked like David was a bit surprised as they pulled apart too.
‘Was David on her possible hit list too?’ I thought.
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Naughty Fred.
We didn’t see anything more of them as we were staying with a couple, we had read about in the letters books but never met. They were Fred and his lovely wife Ginger. Such a friendly lady. I fell for her straight away.
Our hosts lived some distance from the main city in a small town on the seaside. They had picked us up from Donald's house soon after we had arrived and taken us back to their house. It was a new house, a lovely house, recently been built on the hills overlooking the Indian Ocean.
Quickly we settled in and they tried to make us feel really at home. But Australian houses are different to houses in India and we had some things to learn about living within such a house. Perhaps the difference could be most appreciated in the kitchen and bathroom areas of the house. But I enjoyed our stay in that house as it must be the most beautiful house.
Our bedroom was facing the ocean and Ginger had said the sunsets were amazing. The room had a larger double bed and we shared our own bathroom with Sairu and Payam who were in the next room. It seems Fred and Ginger lived in another part of the house. The kids had their room to share across the hall from us and they were very happy to be together.
On the side facing the ocean was a very large deck area with lounge seats and other deck type furniture. In one corner was a very large spa pool with a built-in barbecue nearby. It was a great place and I was captured by the view.
Our hosts lived some distance from the main city in a small town on the seaside. They had picked us up from Donald's house soon after we had arrived and taken us back to their house. It was a new house, a lovely house, recently been built on the hills overlooking the Indian Ocean.
Quickly we settled in and they tried to make us feel really at home. But Australian houses are different to houses in India and we had some things to learn about living within such a house. Perhaps the difference could be most appreciated in the kitchen and bathroom areas of the house. But I enjoyed our stay in that house as it must be the most beautiful house.
Our bedroom was facing the ocean and Ginger had said the sunsets were amazing. The room had a larger double bed and we shared our own bathroom with Sairu and Payam who were in the next room. It seems Fred and Ginger lived in another part of the house. The kids had their room to share across the hall from us and they were very happy to be together.
On the side facing the ocean was a very large deck area with lounge seats and other deck type furniture. In one corner was a very large spa pool with a built-in barbecue nearby. It was a great place and I was captured by the view.
Later, I stood on the deck looking out to the ocean. Fred came up to me and actually put his arms around me. That was a surprise.
“Hi,” I said, “Turn partly to look at him.”
“What are you doing out here, honey?” he asked me, gently.
“Just looking at the ocean,” I said, turning to look at him for a moment.
He had stepped up close behind me with his arms going around me.
“It is beautiful, isn’t it? I never get tired of looking at it,” he said.
By now, I had turned back towards the view and it seemed natural for my back resting firmly against him. This was becoming a bit sexy as I could feel his cock pressing against my arse through our clothes and he didn't feel entirely soft.
“Why do they call it, Indian Ocean?” I asked partly to distract what I was feeling behind me. “We have come all this way but it is nowhere near India. Isn’t The Indian Ocean surrounding India?”
“But it is still the same ocean. If you could see it, India would be right over there.”
His hand came up to point and I looked in that direction. There was just water there but somewhere, a long way away my home was. I noticed when his hand returned, it landed on my breast.
“Naughty!”
“Do you want me to move it?” he asked.
“No, I didn’t say that just that you are naughty touching me there.”
My hand reached down to pull his other hand up to my other breast. It felt good, both his hands playing with my breasts. I pressed back more firmly against him. My bum was against his cock. I could feel him more fully now. He was getting hard by rubbing against me. All the time he was pretending to be showing me the view. All the time I was pretending to be listening to him.
“You are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” I said as I rubbed my bum against his cock, making him even harder. “You are getting hard.”
“With a sexy arse like yours, who wouldn’t get hard?”
I liked that. This man knew how to say the right things. I was getting horny by what was happening. He must have felt my nipples harden through my clothes.
“Well, you didn’t have to rub your cock against it.”
“No, it was your ass rubbing against my cock.”
His hand left my breast, moving lower down over my body. I knew where he was going but made no attempt to stop him. His hand found my pussy, cupping it with the palm of his hand, his fingers pressing and rubbing into me through my shorts.
Oh! That felt good. A deep sigh escaped my lips.
“I’m not the only one feeling horny, am I?”
“Mmmmmm,” was all I replied.
“Nice pussy,” he said. “Looking forward to playing with it.
This man was so bold. He openly said he was going to play with my pussy. Didn’t even ask me about it. With how I was feeling, but you all must know I wouldn’t have stopped him either.
“Hi,” I said, “Turn partly to look at him.”
“What are you doing out here, honey?” he asked me, gently.
“Just looking at the ocean,” I said, turning to look at him for a moment.
He had stepped up close behind me with his arms going around me.
“It is beautiful, isn’t it? I never get tired of looking at it,” he said.
By now, I had turned back towards the view and it seemed natural for my back resting firmly against him. This was becoming a bit sexy as I could feel his cock pressing against my arse through our clothes and he didn't feel entirely soft.
“Why do they call it, Indian Ocean?” I asked partly to distract what I was feeling behind me. “We have come all this way but it is nowhere near India. Isn’t The Indian Ocean surrounding India?”
“But it is still the same ocean. If you could see it, India would be right over there.”
His hand came up to point and I looked in that direction. There was just water there but somewhere, a long way away my home was. I noticed when his hand returned, it landed on my breast.
“Naughty!”
“Do you want me to move it?” he asked.
“No, I didn’t say that just that you are naughty touching me there.”
My hand reached down to pull his other hand up to my other breast. It felt good, both his hands playing with my breasts. I pressed back more firmly against him. My bum was against his cock. I could feel him more fully now. He was getting hard by rubbing against me. All the time he was pretending to be showing me the view. All the time I was pretending to be listening to him.
“You are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” I said as I rubbed my bum against his cock, making him even harder. “You are getting hard.”
“With a sexy arse like yours, who wouldn’t get hard?”
I liked that. This man knew how to say the right things. I was getting horny by what was happening. He must have felt my nipples harden through my clothes.
“Well, you didn’t have to rub your cock against it.”
“No, it was your ass rubbing against my cock.”
His hand left my breast, moving lower down over my body. I knew where he was going but made no attempt to stop him. His hand found my pussy, cupping it with the palm of his hand, his fingers pressing and rubbing into me through my shorts.
Oh! That felt good. A deep sigh escaped my lips.
“I’m not the only one feeling horny, am I?”
“Mmmmmm,” was all I replied.
“Nice pussy,” he said. “Looking forward to playing with it.
This man was so bold. He openly said he was going to play with my pussy. Didn’t even ask me about it. With how I was feeling, but you all must know I wouldn’t have stopped him either.
He pushed me away, turning me towards him and pulling my body back against his. Yes, my breasts were pressing, squashed between our bodies. His face came closer towards mine and it was at that moment that I knew he was going to kiss me.
Kissing was not normal for me with my sexual friends other than with Mootie, and my husband of course. I think of kissing as a more personal and intimate thing for doing between husband and wife.
You may be thinking, what is this silly woman saying? Is kissing personal but fucking is not. No not that at all, it’s just how I feel. Of course, I have found Mootie to be a great kisser so I am very willing to do the deep erotic kissing with him.
So here I was, about to be kissed by this man, Fred. A man I had only really just met earlier that day and now this. But then, I was becoming sure this was going to lead to sex between us so I suppose for him, erotic kissing might have been part of that. To be real, I am surprised how quickly I had sarcoma to the attention of this man.
Kissing was not normal for me with my sexual friends other than with Mootie, and my husband of course. I think of kissing as a more personal and intimate thing for doing between husband and wife.
You may be thinking, what is this silly woman saying? Is kissing personal but fucking is not. No not that at all, it’s just how I feel. Of course, I have found Mootie to be a great kisser so I am very willing to do the deep erotic kissing with him.
So here I was, about to be kissed by this man, Fred. A man I had only really just met earlier that day and now this. But then, I was becoming sure this was going to lead to sex between us so I suppose for him, erotic kissing might have been part of that. To be real, I am surprised how quickly I had sarcoma to the attention of this man.
Our faces came together and our lips met. There was nothing before, like nibbling the ear or anything. He went straight for my mouth, my lips to kiss.
I liked what he did. He was a good kisser. I liked how he held me tight, our bodies against each other. Giving the sexy feelings of contact. I like how he began with closed mouth kissing until he felt I was ready for more. I like how his mouth opened, his tongue probing against my lips. It seems I like everything about him. I was happy to respond, opening my lips to allow him to enter.
My tongue rubbed against his making the delightful feelings of soft sensitive flesh contact. My lips closed over his tongue and I sucked on it. He allowed my tongue to invade his mouth, his lips sucking on me too.
Yes, Fred was a great kisser too. I was fully enjoying what he would do with me. To be honest, I was slightly disappointed when he stopped.
I liked what he did. He was a good kisser. I liked how he held me tight, our bodies against each other. Giving the sexy feelings of contact. I like how he began with closed mouth kissing until he felt I was ready for more. I like how his mouth opened, his tongue probing against my lips. It seems I like everything about him. I was happy to respond, opening my lips to allow him to enter.
My tongue rubbed against his making the delightful feelings of soft sensitive flesh contact. My lips closed over his tongue and I sucked on it. He allowed my tongue to invade his mouth, his lips sucking on me too.
Yes, Fred was a great kisser too. I was fully enjoying what he would do with me. To be honest, I was slightly disappointed when he stopped.
Pulling back from me, his hands came up for the top button of my blouse. It was quickly undone and his fingers moved to the next button.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Undressing you,” he replied.
I knew that, silly man. It was not my question.
We were outside, on their deck. So open and exposed. Surely, we couldn’t do anything out here? What if someone could see us? We would be seen fucking. Yes, I fully knew where Fred was going with this. He was intending to fuck me. And my mind was made to, I was also involved in fucking him too.
Some more buttons of my blouse were undone now. My bra was starting to appear. I knew in moments my blouse would be right open and then taken off. I had to do something, I had to stop him but I didn’t. I allowed him to continue undressing me.
My blouse was gone now. I had seen how he casually threw it on the table beside us. His hands were back on my breasts. They were all over, feeling and playing with my nipples through my thin bra. It felt good as I closed my eyes, enjoying what he was doing.
“You like this, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear.
“Mmmm,” was all I replied.
“I think you want more.”
He pulled back from me, his and going straight for my bra catch. With expert ease it was undone, my bra pulled from my shoulders and it was gone. I realized it was being thrown to join my blouse on the table.
With shock, my hands went to cover myself. I was topless, my breasts revealed to him. I tried to cover them as best I could with just my hands but wasn’t being so successful. This man, almost a stranger had revealed my breasts.
“No need to be shy now,” he said gently. “I know you want this.”
“But I… People watching...”
“What people?” he asked.
His hands were holding my hands. He was stronger than me. He was pulling my hand away.
“Come on. Don’t be shy.”
“But someone might see.”
“Who’s going to see. There is only you and I here, Kalki.”
I looked around and there was nothing but ocean and hills. Just a few houses far across the valley.
“Those houses… People might be...”
“They'd need a telescope.”
By now my hands were pulled away. Replaced with his.
“Damn! You have great tits, girl. Nipples to die for.”
He was talking about me like that. And I was beginning to enjoy it. It was sexy to hear. Certainly, my body was responding to him too. My mind had moved from anyone watching to what was going to happen next. That is where I found the idea that it could be my turn now.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Undressing you,” he replied.
I knew that, silly man. It was not my question.
We were outside, on their deck. So open and exposed. Surely, we couldn’t do anything out here? What if someone could see us? We would be seen fucking. Yes, I fully knew where Fred was going with this. He was intending to fuck me. And my mind was made to, I was also involved in fucking him too.
Some more buttons of my blouse were undone now. My bra was starting to appear. I knew in moments my blouse would be right open and then taken off. I had to do something, I had to stop him but I didn’t. I allowed him to continue undressing me.
My blouse was gone now. I had seen how he casually threw it on the table beside us. His hands were back on my breasts. They were all over, feeling and playing with my nipples through my thin bra. It felt good as I closed my eyes, enjoying what he was doing.
“You like this, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear.
“Mmmm,” was all I replied.
“I think you want more.”
He pulled back from me, his and going straight for my bra catch. With expert ease it was undone, my bra pulled from my shoulders and it was gone. I realized it was being thrown to join my blouse on the table.
With shock, my hands went to cover myself. I was topless, my breasts revealed to him. I tried to cover them as best I could with just my hands but wasn’t being so successful. This man, almost a stranger had revealed my breasts.
“No need to be shy now,” he said gently. “I know you want this.”
“But I… People watching...”
“What people?” he asked.
His hands were holding my hands. He was stronger than me. He was pulling my hand away.
“Come on. Don’t be shy.”
“But someone might see.”
“Who’s going to see. There is only you and I here, Kalki.”
I looked around and there was nothing but ocean and hills. Just a few houses far across the valley.
“Those houses… People might be...”
“They'd need a telescope.”
By now my hands were pulled away. Replaced with his.
“Damn! You have great tits, girl. Nipples to die for.”
He was talking about me like that. And I was beginning to enjoy it. It was sexy to hear. Certainly, my body was responding to him too. My mind had moved from anyone watching to what was going to happen next. That is where I found the idea that it could be my turn now.
Up until then, I had been mainly passive but now, I thought to become more active. My hands came up and I reached for the buttons of his shirt. One by one, I began to undo them.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a cheeky grin.
Silly man! That was a question I asked of him.
“Undressing you,” I replied. “If I am going to be naked, you must be too.”
“Who said I want you naked, Kalki?”
I just laughed. There was no real need to answer that one. He was a naughty boy so what else would he want? My hands reached down to undo his belt and then the catch of his trousers. As I crouched down, I took his trousers down with me until he could step out of them.
He wore those coloured western-style undies. They were tight hugging ones, a blue colour. They showed the profile of a hard cock running up towards one corner.
I dropped to my knees in front of him. My hands reached to touch him. He felt hard and I had the need to get him out and view him. My hands reached to each hip and I began to pull down. I was teasing myself and teasing him too. Taking my time to remove the last item from him. Soon he began to appear for me. A nice hard cock for me.
“Oh! A western one,” I said. I don’t know why I would ever say such a thing, but I did.
Fred picked up on it too. “Yeah. A western one, a white one.”
“Well, you wouldn’t have a brown one, would you?” I laughed.
“You’ve been cut too.”
“Cut?” he asked a bit confused. Then he realized. “You mean the foreskin?”
By now I had moved on to holding him and feeling. I moved even further by bringing my mouth to him. There were some licks over him and then taking him between my lips. As I sucked him, I began pumping with my hand.
He liked that, saying how good I was as he held my head. So, I worked my best for him, sometimes sucking with him in my mouth, sometimes licking over the head and shaft. I was willing to make this as say as I could for him.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a cheeky grin.
Silly man! That was a question I asked of him.
“Undressing you,” I replied. “If I am going to be naked, you must be too.”
“Who said I want you naked, Kalki?”
I just laughed. There was no real need to answer that one. He was a naughty boy so what else would he want? My hands reached down to undo his belt and then the catch of his trousers. As I crouched down, I took his trousers down with me until he could step out of them.
He wore those coloured western-style undies. They were tight hugging ones, a blue colour. They showed the profile of a hard cock running up towards one corner.
I dropped to my knees in front of him. My hands reached to touch him. He felt hard and I had the need to get him out and view him. My hands reached to each hip and I began to pull down. I was teasing myself and teasing him too. Taking my time to remove the last item from him. Soon he began to appear for me. A nice hard cock for me.
“Oh! A western one,” I said. I don’t know why I would ever say such a thing, but I did.
Fred picked up on it too. “Yeah. A western one, a white one.”
“Well, you wouldn’t have a brown one, would you?” I laughed.
“You’ve been cut too.”
“Cut?” he asked a bit confused. Then he realized. “You mean the foreskin?”
By now I had moved on to holding him and feeling. I moved even further by bringing my mouth to him. There were some licks over him and then taking him between my lips. As I sucked him, I began pumping with my hand.
He liked that, saying how good I was as he held my head. So, I worked my best for him, sometimes sucking with him in my mouth, sometimes licking over the head and shaft. I was willing to make this as say as I could for him.
It was time to move on. I knew it when he pulled my head away from himself and got me to stand before him again.
“My turn again,” he laughed.
His hand went to my shorts, pulling on each hip so they began to slide from me. I noticed he took my tiny panties too. That was waste wearing those when they were coming off without him even seeing them on me. Anyway, I knew he was in a hurry. I was a bit sexy for him too. All this playing was getting to me. I wanted it and I didn’t care if anyone was watching. They could have a telescope in those far off houses if they wanted. All I knew was I want to be naked so we could continue. I knew it would end with us fucking and I wanted that one too.
My shorts and panties were at my ankles and he helped me step out of them. I was naked now. Just as he was too. He had a lovely hard one now and my pussy was soaking with my juice. So where do we go from here? Guess!
“Damn you have a body, girl!”
“Of course, I do. Everyone has a body!” What was he saying that for?
“But your body is hot! You’re shaved too!” he said in surprise.
He thought I was hot! I liked that one.
He pushed me back against the table and half lifted me onto it. I was sitting on the edge as he pulled my legs further open. This is where the pussy eating should happen but naughty Fred was in too much hurry now.
Poor Kalki, no pussy eating for her this time. Oh, dear. So sad! LOL.
“My turn again,” he laughed.
His hand went to my shorts, pulling on each hip so they began to slide from me. I noticed he took my tiny panties too. That was waste wearing those when they were coming off without him even seeing them on me. Anyway, I knew he was in a hurry. I was a bit sexy for him too. All this playing was getting to me. I wanted it and I didn’t care if anyone was watching. They could have a telescope in those far off houses if they wanted. All I knew was I want to be naked so we could continue. I knew it would end with us fucking and I wanted that one too.
My shorts and panties were at my ankles and he helped me step out of them. I was naked now. Just as he was too. He had a lovely hard one now and my pussy was soaking with my juice. So where do we go from here? Guess!
“Damn you have a body, girl!”
“Of course, I do. Everyone has a body!” What was he saying that for?
“But your body is hot! You’re shaved too!” he said in surprise.
He thought I was hot! I liked that one.
He pushed me back against the table and half lifted me onto it. I was sitting on the edge as he pulled my legs further open. This is where the pussy eating should happen but naughty Fred was in too much hurry now.
Poor Kalki, no pussy eating for her this time. Oh, dear. So sad! LOL.
Fred stepped close to me and brought his cock to my pussy. I could see him but felt him too. First, he touched my lips and then pushed in deeper between them. I watch how his cock head disappeared but even more, I felt him enter me too.
Next, came the pressure against my pussy. How my lips parted as he pushed against me. I was wet so he slipped in easily until I had taken most of him. It was a bit of a surprise that I had allowed Fred, a man who I had only met hours before, to do what he was doing with me. But the blaming can’t be just him, I was involved too.
But it must be admitted at this point that I was enjoying it too. Being with this man so quickly was strange behaviour for me but exciting. Doing it outside was exciting too. I think the sexual position made it exciting in that I could look down and enjoy seeing the fucking going on between us.
As we continued, the energy was building between us. The way he was driving into me had me feeling good and I began to know orgasm wasn’t far away. I could hear he was breathing heavier now and knew this was good for him too. It was becoming very good for me.
I could feel him. Feel how that cock was pumping deep inside me. Each stroke in and out was rubbing against my pussy lips, making me exciting, making me get closer and closer to my cum.
I think it was at this time that he noticed how close I was. He sped up and began pressing deeper than before. I noticed this change and knew it would be better for me. My body responded deep inside and I cum. It was a good one, not the best I’d had but good.
“Stay with me, Kalki,” he gasped.
So, I sat there as he continued. I could feel how his cock pounded into me, see how his body was working as he fucked me and heard how he was breathing. Out here in the mid-day sun, it was getting hot and doing exercise like this made it even hotter. I could see beads of sweat, forming on my body and running down. That was sexy too.
Still that powerful cock continued to drive into me with deep fast strokes. I could see he was trying for the end now. His cum was almost there and he was trying to make it. To my surprise, it was good for me too. I suddenly realised I was going to again. It was going to happen for me. Two and I could not believe it. It was about to burst and I knew it was intense too. I was going to make the big cum.
He was almost there. I knew of this. He would orgasm at any minute and it was obvious he would cum inside me and fill me. It was that thought that did it for me again. This man, a man I hardly knew was fucking me and about to cum inside me.
It was then it hit me. So big, so strong as it burst over me. I gave a loud cry as my body orgasmed. No, not my pussy, this was one for my whole body. I lost control and couldn’t hold myself. I fell backward, landing roughly on the table I was sitting on. It took me a minute or so before I could realise where I was and what was happening.
Fred had pumped my pussy until into my orgasm and as I fell backwards it became too much for him. His hand grabbed my hips, pulling my body across the wood of the table until my pussy was hard against him again and his cock was as deep as he could go. I came to know he was there now, filling me with his man-juice.
Next, came the pressure against my pussy. How my lips parted as he pushed against me. I was wet so he slipped in easily until I had taken most of him. It was a bit of a surprise that I had allowed Fred, a man who I had only met hours before, to do what he was doing with me. But the blaming can’t be just him, I was involved too.
But it must be admitted at this point that I was enjoying it too. Being with this man so quickly was strange behaviour for me but exciting. Doing it outside was exciting too. I think the sexual position made it exciting in that I could look down and enjoy seeing the fucking going on between us.
As we continued, the energy was building between us. The way he was driving into me had me feeling good and I began to know orgasm wasn’t far away. I could hear he was breathing heavier now and knew this was good for him too. It was becoming very good for me.
I could feel him. Feel how that cock was pumping deep inside me. Each stroke in and out was rubbing against my pussy lips, making me exciting, making me get closer and closer to my cum.
I think it was at this time that he noticed how close I was. He sped up and began pressing deeper than before. I noticed this change and knew it would be better for me. My body responded deep inside and I cum. It was a good one, not the best I’d had but good.
“Stay with me, Kalki,” he gasped.
So, I sat there as he continued. I could feel how his cock pounded into me, see how his body was working as he fucked me and heard how he was breathing. Out here in the mid-day sun, it was getting hot and doing exercise like this made it even hotter. I could see beads of sweat, forming on my body and running down. That was sexy too.
Still that powerful cock continued to drive into me with deep fast strokes. I could see he was trying for the end now. His cum was almost there and he was trying to make it. To my surprise, it was good for me too. I suddenly realised I was going to again. It was going to happen for me. Two and I could not believe it. It was about to burst and I knew it was intense too. I was going to make the big cum.
He was almost there. I knew of this. He would orgasm at any minute and it was obvious he would cum inside me and fill me. It was that thought that did it for me again. This man, a man I hardly knew was fucking me and about to cum inside me.
It was then it hit me. So big, so strong as it burst over me. I gave a loud cry as my body orgasmed. No, not my pussy, this was one for my whole body. I lost control and couldn’t hold myself. I fell backward, landing roughly on the table I was sitting on. It took me a minute or so before I could realise where I was and what was happening.
Fred had pumped my pussy until into my orgasm and as I fell backwards it became too much for him. His hand grabbed my hips, pulling my body across the wood of the table until my pussy was hard against him again and his cock was as deep as he could go. I came to know he was there now, filling me with his man-juice.
As I recovered, I looked back at the house and suddenly saw everyone was watching us.
“Stop, Fred!”
“Too late to stop now, honey.”
“But they are watching.”
“Yeah, I know,” he laughed. “They've been watching everything.”
“What?” I gasped. “Even our sex?”
“Yes, honey. Especially the sex.”
I was shocked that I had put on a sex show for them and didn’t even know of it. I'd been too occupied to even think about someone watching from the house but it made sense since the lounge was behind the glass.
“Why did you do that? When you knew they were watching.” I was feeling a bit angry at him and a bit betrayed. "Why are they watching?"
“Because they want to see if I’d win the bet.”
“A bet! What bet?”
“That I could get your clothes off while making out with you.”
“Really?” I said shocked. “So, who this was the bet with?”
“Your husband.”
“So this was all a silly game?”
“Not silly Kalki. It was fun, sexy.”
I was getting angry at him now. I was feeling betrayed. It was like I had been tricked They had tricked me into having sex with Fred for their entertainment. It was against my will.
“Stop, Fred!”
“Too late to stop now, honey.”
“But they are watching.”
“Yeah, I know,” he laughed. “They've been watching everything.”
“What?” I gasped. “Even our sex?”
“Yes, honey. Especially the sex.”
I was shocked that I had put on a sex show for them and didn’t even know of it. I'd been too occupied to even think about someone watching from the house but it made sense since the lounge was behind the glass.
“Why did you do that? When you knew they were watching.” I was feeling a bit angry at him and a bit betrayed. "Why are they watching?"
“Because they want to see if I’d win the bet.”
“A bet! What bet?”
“That I could get your clothes off while making out with you.”
“Really?” I said shocked. “So, who this was the bet with?”
“Your husband.”
“So this was all a silly game?”
“Not silly Kalki. It was fun, sexy.”
I was getting angry at him now. I was feeling betrayed. It was like I had been tricked They had tricked me into having sex with Fred for their entertainment. It was against my will.
It was then that Hamza stepped out onto the deck. He was smiling. Very happy for a man who had just lost a bet. Unfortunately, my anger turned on him.
“What is this, Hamza?” I said angrily. "Why did you bet with him over me?”
His smile disappeared and he became serious. “Now, now, Kalki.”
But I was becoming angrier and angrier at Hamza for allowing Fred to do that.
"Hamza, you were betting on me. I am not a race house!”
“It was just some fun between us,” he tried to explain.
He reached to hold me. Take me into his arms to comfort me but I was having none of that.
“Don't touch me!” I screamed.
“But Kalki...”
I was shouting now. “But it was a bet. He didn’t like me. Just to earn money! Take our money, off us!"
“No, honey, it wasn't like that. It was just a silly bet,” he said as he tried to put his arms around my naked body again.
I backed away from him but my bum came back against the table so I was trapped. I notice he had the good sense not to push me so just stood in front of me.
“It was just fun. You must be Ok with it.”
“How can I be Ok. I had no say in this.”
“You could have said ‘No,’ then I would have won.”
It was then I said a word I never use with him. “Damn you Hamza, you tricked me.”
He was shocked. He stepped back, for a moment looking at me, not sure what to say as I glared back at him. I never use those words as I am very mild but even worse I swore at him.
“But you enjoyed...” he tried to say. “Two orgasms...”
I could see his point. In the end, it was good sex. But I was not prepared to admit it yet. I needed to be punished him more.
“So, how much did you lose?” I asked him. “You lost our money over a stupid bet!”
“The cost of dinner tonight,” he admitted.
Then he leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. “That was a sexy show, Kalki.”
I knew it was. But I didn’t want to admit it. I wanted to be angry at him. Show him how much their stupid game, their silly bet on my sexual performance had hurt me. I took the chance to escape from him. I grabbed my clothing and tried pushing past him.
“But Kalki...” he tried to say as he tried to hold me.
I had slipped from his grasp, dropping some clothing as I run for the door.
“Kalki,” I heard Sairu say as I pushed past the people inside the door.
“Honey!” I heard my husband call. “Come back! We can talk...”
But I didn’t want to talk, I wanted to be angry. They had hurt me. They all had hurt me. I ran for the bedroom, slamming the door behind me with a loud bang.
“What is this, Hamza?” I said angrily. "Why did you bet with him over me?”
His smile disappeared and he became serious. “Now, now, Kalki.”
But I was becoming angrier and angrier at Hamza for allowing Fred to do that.
"Hamza, you were betting on me. I am not a race house!”
“It was just some fun between us,” he tried to explain.
He reached to hold me. Take me into his arms to comfort me but I was having none of that.
“Don't touch me!” I screamed.
“But Kalki...”
I was shouting now. “But it was a bet. He didn’t like me. Just to earn money! Take our money, off us!"
“No, honey, it wasn't like that. It was just a silly bet,” he said as he tried to put his arms around my naked body again.
I backed away from him but my bum came back against the table so I was trapped. I notice he had the good sense not to push me so just stood in front of me.
“It was just fun. You must be Ok with it.”
“How can I be Ok. I had no say in this.”
“You could have said ‘No,’ then I would have won.”
It was then I said a word I never use with him. “Damn you Hamza, you tricked me.”
He was shocked. He stepped back, for a moment looking at me, not sure what to say as I glared back at him. I never use those words as I am very mild but even worse I swore at him.
“But you enjoyed...” he tried to say. “Two orgasms...”
I could see his point. In the end, it was good sex. But I was not prepared to admit it yet. I needed to be punished him more.
“So, how much did you lose?” I asked him. “You lost our money over a stupid bet!”
“The cost of dinner tonight,” he admitted.
Then he leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. “That was a sexy show, Kalki.”
I knew it was. But I didn’t want to admit it. I wanted to be angry at him. Show him how much their stupid game, their silly bet on my sexual performance had hurt me. I took the chance to escape from him. I grabbed my clothing and tried pushing past him.
“But Kalki...” he tried to say as he tried to hold me.
I had slipped from his grasp, dropping some clothing as I run for the door.
“Kalki,” I heard Sairu say as I pushed past the people inside the door.
“Honey!” I heard my husband call. “Come back! We can talk...”
But I didn’t want to talk, I wanted to be angry. They had hurt me. They all had hurt me. I ran for the bedroom, slamming the door behind me with a loud bang.
A few minutes later, I heard Sairu at the door. She gave a gentle knock. “Kalki. Are you Ok?”
“I am not ok,” I called back through my tears. “How can I be Ok when you did that.”
“Kalki, it was fun. Just a silly joke.”
“I’m not laughing,” I called back. “Go away!”
“I am not ok,” I called back through my tears. “How can I be Ok when you did that.”
“Kalki, it was fun. Just a silly joke.”
“I’m not laughing,” I called back. “Go away!”
Then there was another gentle knock. “Kalki, it is me. Hamza.”
I looked up and realised my tactical error. In my rush to come in and slam the door, I had left it unlocked. I jumped from the bed and tried to reach it but before I could I saw the knob begin to turn. It opened and Hamza was standing there. I was caught, having almost reached the door, we were standing face to face.
“Kalki, calm down now. Let’s talk...”
Slap! My hand hit the side of his face so hard it hurt me too.
He was shocked! I was shocked! In all our marriage, I have never hit him before. I looked at him as he stood there, his hand holding the side of his face. I was horrified too. How could I do such a thing to the man I loved.
“Hamza, I’m sorry...”
“It’s Ok Kalki,” said as he stepped towards me.
His arms came out to me. I stepped forward to him as I burst into tears.
“I’m so sorry, Hamza,” I sobbed. “I didn’t mean that.”
“I’m sorry too,” he replied. “It was a dumb thing for me to do.”
He held me tightly as he let me cry it out. My eyes were full of tears, I looked up to see a very concerned Sairu, still looking at us.
“Kalki...” she whispered.
“I’m Ok, Sairu” I replied to her. “We are Ok. Just give us some time.”
I looked up and realised my tactical error. In my rush to come in and slam the door, I had left it unlocked. I jumped from the bed and tried to reach it but before I could I saw the knob begin to turn. It opened and Hamza was standing there. I was caught, having almost reached the door, we were standing face to face.
“Kalki, calm down now. Let’s talk...”
Slap! My hand hit the side of his face so hard it hurt me too.
He was shocked! I was shocked! In all our marriage, I have never hit him before. I looked at him as he stood there, his hand holding the side of his face. I was horrified too. How could I do such a thing to the man I loved.
“Hamza, I’m sorry...”
“It’s Ok Kalki,” said as he stepped towards me.
His arms came out to me. I stepped forward to him as I burst into tears.
“I’m so sorry, Hamza,” I sobbed. “I didn’t mean that.”
“I’m sorry too,” he replied. “It was a dumb thing for me to do.”
He held me tightly as he let me cry it out. My eyes were full of tears, I looked up to see a very concerned Sairu, still looking at us.
“Kalki...” she whispered.
“I’m Ok, Sairu” I replied to her. “We are Ok. Just give us some time.”
Hamza reached back and closed the door. Giving us time together. Time in private to get over this. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t try and explain or make excuses. He didn't need to. He just held me tightly until I was willing to pull away from him and look up at his face.
“I am so sorry, Kalki,” he said softly with sincerity.
“I’m sorry too,” I replied. “It should have been fun.”
“It was fun. You won the bet... Great sex... Great orgasms.”
He had a point there, it was fun. The sex, being so sudden, was fun. It was intense. I did enjoy it.
I smiled up at him and reached to hold him tightly again. “I’m sorry,” I said again.
“I’m sorry too,” I heard him say. “It was a silly idea.”
“How is your face?” I asked.
“Was a bit sore. It's Ok now.”
“I'm sorry for that too. It hurt my hand too.” I smiled back at him.
“You were upset, honey. I understand you didn't mean it.”
I smiled. “I Never thought I could do that to you. I love you so much.”
“Neither did I,” he laughed. Then getting more serious he added, “I love you too.”
“I am so sorry, Kalki,” he said softly with sincerity.
“I’m sorry too,” I replied. “It should have been fun.”
“It was fun. You won the bet... Great sex... Great orgasms.”
He had a point there, it was fun. The sex, being so sudden, was fun. It was intense. I did enjoy it.
I smiled up at him and reached to hold him tightly again. “I’m sorry,” I said again.
“I’m sorry too,” I heard him say. “It was a silly idea.”
“How is your face?” I asked.
“Was a bit sore. It's Ok now.”
“I'm sorry for that too. It hurt my hand too.” I smiled back at him.
“You were upset, honey. I understand you didn't mean it.”
I smiled. “I Never thought I could do that to you. I love you so much.”
“Neither did I,” he laughed. Then getting more serious he added, “I love you too.”
I asked him to leave me for a minute so I could get changed. When he left, I grabbed a towel and went for the shower. I was sweaty and dirty. After a few minutes of washing, I returned to the bedroom to find half my clothing missing. I got some more and got dressed. I knew I had to face everyone. Then taking a deep breath for courage, I opened the door and walked out.
They were all there, sitting in the lounge, looking very serious.
Ginger got up and approached me and with soothing words, she asked if I was alright. I smiled at her and she reached to give me a hug. We held each other for a few moments before she released me and stepped back.
Her husband was next. Fred stepped to me to give me a hug too. I stepped back and extended my hand to him like I would shake his hand. He was shocked like I had hit him on the face too. The man who a short while before been fucking and now all I offered was my hand. I looked directly at his face, making eye to eye contact which is not normal in my culture.
He was hurt, I could see it in his face. He had sad eyes. I felt sorry for him. I withdrew my hand and put my arms out for him. “I’m sorry,” I said.
I saw a gentle smile appear on his face, “I’m sorry too,” he said. “It wasn’t just a bet. You are a lovely woman and what we did outside was very special.”
“Yes,” I whispered to his ear as he held me. “It was special. Very special.”
So that wasn’t the best way to start our visit with these people. But then, after the mistakes were left behind us, we became good friends. I like Fred and Ginger. They are good people and gave us a wonderful time in the beautiful city of Perth.
They were all there, sitting in the lounge, looking very serious.
Ginger got up and approached me and with soothing words, she asked if I was alright. I smiled at her and she reached to give me a hug. We held each other for a few moments before she released me and stepped back.
Her husband was next. Fred stepped to me to give me a hug too. I stepped back and extended my hand to him like I would shake his hand. He was shocked like I had hit him on the face too. The man who a short while before been fucking and now all I offered was my hand. I looked directly at his face, making eye to eye contact which is not normal in my culture.
He was hurt, I could see it in his face. He had sad eyes. I felt sorry for him. I withdrew my hand and put my arms out for him. “I’m sorry,” I said.
I saw a gentle smile appear on his face, “I’m sorry too,” he said. “It wasn’t just a bet. You are a lovely woman and what we did outside was very special.”
“Yes,” I whispered to his ear as he held me. “It was special. Very special.”
So that wasn’t the best way to start our visit with these people. But then, after the mistakes were left behind us, we became good friends. I like Fred and Ginger. They are good people and gave us a wonderful time in the beautiful city of Perth.
Fred and Ginger - We love you guys!
There was actually something else that happened when we went out to a restaurant.
That was a game-changer for my attitude but Hamza has asked that he will tell you in our next story.
That was a game-changer for my attitude but Hamza has asked that he will tell you in our next story.
This is the first time I have seen this story when I came to publish it. Now I understand what all this was about Kalki feeling emotional was all about.
ReplyDeleteThat bit at the end was particularly good. Of course her need to punish her husband was completely wrong. Us women never do that to our dear husbands, do we? LOL
Asami
This story held our interest from when she considered "bumping" him in bed until the moment when he held her after she slapped his face.
DeleteNina and Raymond.
What is this? You published early again?
ReplyDeleteWhat do I like about this story, big brother?
Well the writing was really good. While having good sex scenes it captured some moments of emotion as well. Particular with Kalki. I know she is popular with the readers so they will enjoy her here too. You nailed all the demands placed on you by working in a lot more for other future stories.
Well done Allan.
Reshma.
Three sex scenes done in different styles, held together with some interesting narrative.
DeleteWell done guys.
Keen
Good story.
DeleteJulie and I like it.
Brian.
I like how you took this travelling theme and handled it differently.
ReplyDeleteSwimming with dolphins was something new. Sexy bikinis has been done before but you gave it a different spin by taking Kalki, the youngest and shy woman of the group.
Now the sex scene at the house overlooking the ocean was going well. Kalki showed boldness by being with Fred, a man she had only just met and doing it outside too.
But then came that sudden twist when she found out about the bet her husband made and became angry.
That was a good scene as you gave us insight into what Kalki was thinking.
All round a story well worth including in this blog.
Gordon