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On the way home to India, Jeevan and Mandara were staying with Sarvesh and Amita in Singapore as they had business there. Riya was sure there was more than this. She challenged them about what their real motives were while staying in Singapore.
“Did Mum and Amita need to be with you two men? Of course not, you are obviously up to something sneaky, Sarvesh,” Riya had said.
Sarvesh had hugged her, saying, “Riya! Dear Riya! You are making so much out of nothing.”
“So, are you saying you two men won’t touch those women the whole time you’re in Singapore?” she asked.
Sarvesh held up his hands. “Ahhh, Riya. You know I can’t promise that. If those women become upset about being in a strange city, we will need to comfort them.”
“Ahh! Read comfort as fucking like rabbits!” she said as she held up her fingers to make air quotation marks.
By now, Mandara was openly laughing, and soon Jeevan and Amita joined in. Many of us listening were amused, too, but Sarvesh wasn’t ready to concede yet.
“Dear Riya, why are you so untrusting? Why don’t you believe that we might be doing business?”
“Oh, I believe the business part, but it's the funny business going on that I’m concerned about.”
He smiled. “Please don’t be concerning yourself about any of our business.”
“Oh, but I must. Who else is going to look out for my dear Mummy?”
“Dear Mummy! I’m surprised you don’t choke on that! The way you used to treat her before this trip!”
Riya chose to ignore that comment as she continued, “Somebody has to protect poor Mummy. Dad doesn’t seem interested in protecting her from your wicked intentions, Sarvesh.”
“I don’t hear your mother complaining?”
“Well, that is even worse. She’s been brainwashed into thinking wild ogres are normal behaviour,” Riya said.
“Mandara is happy being with me,” he said.
Riya gave a big smile. Now she was ready to spring her trap.
“Ahhh! So, I was right! Something is going on, isn’t it? I knew it was!”
She smiled back at him, knowing she had got him.
Sarvesh didn’t reply. He smiled, knowing she had won that one.
“Did Mum and Amita need to be with you two men? Of course not, you are obviously up to something sneaky, Sarvesh,” Riya had said.
Sarvesh had hugged her, saying, “Riya! Dear Riya! You are making so much out of nothing.”
“So, are you saying you two men won’t touch those women the whole time you’re in Singapore?” she asked.
Sarvesh held up his hands. “Ahhh, Riya. You know I can’t promise that. If those women become upset about being in a strange city, we will need to comfort them.”
“Ahh! Read comfort as fucking like rabbits!” she said as she held up her fingers to make air quotation marks.
By now, Mandara was openly laughing, and soon Jeevan and Amita joined in. Many of us listening were amused, too, but Sarvesh wasn’t ready to concede yet.
“Dear Riya, why are you so untrusting? Why don’t you believe that we might be doing business?”
“Oh, I believe the business part, but it's the funny business going on that I’m concerned about.”
He smiled. “Please don’t be concerning yourself about any of our business.”
“Oh, but I must. Who else is going to look out for my dear Mummy?”
“Dear Mummy! I’m surprised you don’t choke on that! The way you used to treat her before this trip!”
Riya chose to ignore that comment as she continued, “Somebody has to protect poor Mummy. Dad doesn’t seem interested in protecting her from your wicked intentions, Sarvesh.”
“I don’t hear your mother complaining?”
“Well, that is even worse. She’s been brainwashed into thinking wild ogres are normal behaviour,” Riya said.
“Mandara is happy being with me,” he said.
Riya gave a big smile. Now she was ready to spring her trap.
“Ahhh! So, I was right! Something is going on, isn’t it? I knew it was!”
She smiled back at him, knowing she had got him.
Sarvesh didn’t reply. He smiled, knowing she had won that one.
Hello from Kalki.
Since I wrote Story 259 Our Amazing Trip, and Story 261 Leaving India, both about leaving India on our amazing trip to Australia and New Zealand, Sarvesh thought it might be a good idea for me to write about our return journey.
Since I wrote Story 259 Our Amazing Trip, and Story 261 Leaving India, both about leaving India on our amazing trip to Australia and New Zealand, Sarvesh thought it might be a good idea for me to write about our return journey.
Riya has been doing a lot of our travelling stories, but this time I was elected to do it.
We had an afternoon flight, leaving Auckland, but with us all recovering from the big night before, it was taking a bit of getting going, getting to our host houses and ready to leave for the airport. Mental note: - Don’t have a wild party and orgy the night before flying. Dumb idea!
We would fly from Auckland to Perth on the first day. Have a couple of days' layover in Perth before continuing on the fourth day to Singapore. From there, some were staying for a few days, but most of us were on a connecting flight to India.
We were taking Amita’s daughter and son with us, and Riya’s brothers and sister came with us too. Riya would look after these children in Sarvesh’s big house until their parents arrived. They selected that house because she couldn’t be there all the time since she had her work at the school. The House Staff would help with the children, and one of the drivers would make sure that they got to their own school as well.
The Indian part of our journey would be the flight to Hyderabad, followed by a short flight and then a long bus journey before we reach our hometown.
That gives you a summary. Let's back up now, and I'll tell you how it happened.
We had an afternoon flight, leaving Auckland, but with us all recovering from the big night before, it was taking a bit of getting going, getting to our host houses and ready to leave for the airport. Mental note: - Don’t have a wild party and orgy the night before flying. Dumb idea!
We would fly from Auckland to Perth on the first day. Have a couple of days' layover in Perth before continuing on the fourth day to Singapore. From there, some were staying for a few days, but most of us were on a connecting flight to India.
We were taking Amita’s daughter and son with us, and Riya’s brothers and sister came with us too. Riya would look after these children in Sarvesh’s big house until their parents arrived. They selected that house because she couldn’t be there all the time since she had her work at the school. The House Staff would help with the children, and one of the drivers would make sure that they got to their own school as well.
The Indian part of our journey would be the flight to Hyderabad, followed by a short flight and then a long bus journey before we reach our hometown.
That gives you a summary. Let's back up now, and I'll tell you how it happened.
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Our big trip was almost over. The morning after the big party, we left as early as we could to get back to Brian and Mega’s house, where we were staying this time. It is a farming area to the North-West of the city where he grew flowers for market. It had been interesting to see his operation. The big hot houses and the large areas outside are all used to produce flowers and plants.
They have a group of Filipinos who have been working with them for a few years. It was always hot inside those big hothouses, under glass, but also heat was pumped in to keep the conditions best for growing the flowers.
Best for the flowers was not best for human workers. Over the time they had worked for Brian, the Filipinos had become relaxed with what they wore in the heat. When others weren’t around, the dress code became shorts for both men and women with nothing up top. Long pants were used in the rose areas for obvious reasons. Even with that little on, they sweated continually while they were working.
When they invited me to help pick flowers, I was very happy about it. When they told me the dress code was topless, I was OK with that too. You know I don't mind letting my tits out when I get the chance. Remember, I had just spent a week camping, where the dress code was "wear nothing," so going topless wasn’t a problem. I was just a bit surprised that the Filipino women did that, too.
They have a group of Filipinos who have been working with them for a few years. It was always hot inside those big hothouses, under glass, but also heat was pumped in to keep the conditions best for growing the flowers.
Best for the flowers was not best for human workers. Over the time they had worked for Brian, the Filipinos had become relaxed with what they wore in the heat. When others weren’t around, the dress code became shorts for both men and women with nothing up top. Long pants were used in the rose areas for obvious reasons. Even with that little on, they sweated continually while they were working.
When they invited me to help pick flowers, I was very happy about it. When they told me the dress code was topless, I was OK with that too. You know I don't mind letting my tits out when I get the chance. Remember, I had just spent a week camping, where the dress code was "wear nothing," so going topless wasn’t a problem. I was just a bit surprised that the Filipino women did that, too.
It was a job that had to be done every day. There was also other work, like removing old plants and replacing them with new ones. Cutting and pruning the plants and cultivating the soil around the roots of the plants. With other work in the outside areas, this team worked for Brian full-time.
It was fun picking the flowers onto little trolleys that I pushed ahead of me along each row. Good flowers were put into water buckets, while any damaged or rejected flowers were thrown into a bin on the front of the trolley. Once I reached the end of a row. I left that trolley and took another waiting to start down the next row.
My husband Hamza was working with some of the men. They were taking the flowers away and returning empty trolleys. It was a big job, a lot of work. The flowers were sorted by quality and colour, then tied in bunches of ten. They were ready for the market.
Hamza and I followed Brian to the market, and it was amazing to see. So many different flowers, different colours and varieties. They would all be sold by auction the following morning.
It was fun picking the flowers onto little trolleys that I pushed ahead of me along each row. Good flowers were put into water buckets, while any damaged or rejected flowers were thrown into a bin on the front of the trolley. Once I reached the end of a row. I left that trolley and took another waiting to start down the next row.
My husband Hamza was working with some of the men. They were taking the flowers away and returning empty trolleys. It was a big job, a lot of work. The flowers were sorted by quality and colour, then tied in bunches of ten. They were ready for the market.
Hamza and I followed Brian to the market, and it was amazing to see. So many different flowers, different colours and varieties. They would all be sold by auction the following morning.
Now that we've been down that rabbit hole, let's get back to my story. Ha! Ha!
The big party at Shanti’s house had been good. One of the best I had been to. The games were fun too. Very sexy, in fact. But I was ready for it to be like that and not surprised by what happened. My husband and I had talked about all these things, so when they came, either of us was welcome to join in or withdraw, depending on how each of us felt at the time.
I played in one of the volleyball teams and lost in our first game. When the men came to remove our bikinis, Mike was very naughty with me. I liked that. I didn't fight him, but attacked his shirt and shorts. Almost got him naked, too. Sure, it was against the rules, but who cared? We had just been eliminated, so it wasn't like they would disqualify us.
I’ve been in the feeling games before, so I had no problems with these either, but I decided Pussy Row might become a bit much for me, so I declined to take part in that one. For much of the evening, there was that naughty Farmer Tom, nearby. I like him and was welcoming him to play with me, too.
Of course, the naughty farmer would come looking for me, which I was happy with. It turned out that I spent much of the evening with him. Hamza even mentioned that he thought Tom was my New Zealand husband, which I thought was too funny.
The big party at Shanti’s house had been good. One of the best I had been to. The games were fun too. Very sexy, in fact. But I was ready for it to be like that and not surprised by what happened. My husband and I had talked about all these things, so when they came, either of us was welcome to join in or withdraw, depending on how each of us felt at the time.
I played in one of the volleyball teams and lost in our first game. When the men came to remove our bikinis, Mike was very naughty with me. I liked that. I didn't fight him, but attacked his shirt and shorts. Almost got him naked, too. Sure, it was against the rules, but who cared? We had just been eliminated, so it wasn't like they would disqualify us.
I’ve been in the feeling games before, so I had no problems with these either, but I decided Pussy Row might become a bit much for me, so I declined to take part in that one. For much of the evening, there was that naughty Farmer Tom, nearby. I like him and was welcoming him to play with me, too.
Of course, the naughty farmer would come looking for me, which I was happy with. It turned out that I spent much of the evening with him. Hamza even mentioned that he thought Tom was my New Zealand husband, which I thought was too funny.
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Anyway, the rush the next morning was madness, but somehow, we got everyone to the airport in time for check-in for our early afternoon flight. There were all the Indians and Australians there as we were travelling together for the first flight. There were also a lot of New Zealanders who had driven us to the airport or wanted to see us off.
It was a long flight to Perth, and I found myself sitting with my son and Sairu’s daughter. They are good friends and happy to travel together. They played with the games for a while, but I could see they were tired. Soon, sleep had come to them. It was cute how they had pulled up the seat arm and cuddled together.
I am surprised at these two. It had been a huge trip for them, but they had done very well. Through the airports, they had held each other’s hands tightly and followed along with the group. For us to be stressed getting through these busy places, but for the two little ones, it was just another in a series of adventures.
I noticed that my husband, Hamza and Riya were sitting together for that flight. No, I had no problems with that. I know they are close, like each other, but she is no threat to our marriage. It was I who suggested taking the open seat next to the kids so Riya could sit with him. If I had confirmed my need to sit beside him, I know both of them would have been fine with that.
When the kids woke again, we changed seats so one was sitting on each side of me. They were trying to teach me one of the video games, but I must confess, I wasn’t doing so well. We ended up watching a kids' show, which kept their attention until they dropped off to sleep again, with one resting on each side of me. I put on a movie to keep my attention until we arrived at Perth.
At Perth airport, the group split. Some of those going further to the desert town stayed at the airport, where they would meet a local plane flying to that town. I was amused at how Riya and Ian said goodbye. She hugged him, and his arms wrapped around her small body and lifted her right off the ground.
Sarvesh teased her afterwards about getting a free, unplanned flight, but she didn’t care. She was smiling and happy.
She laughed at him and said, “You can’t bother me today, Sarvesh. I am too happy!”
That girl had changed on this trip. When she left, she was a silly, naughty girl, and now she was returning as a woman with a different, sexual kind of naughty. I wondered how she would get on with sex in India. I knew she would want it, had got a taste for it now.
Sairu leaned close to me and said, “Riya got very close to Ian, didn’t she?”
“They were friends before this trip, I think. Writing to each other.”
“I didn’t know that,” she said.
“Mandara said it was mostly boring stuff like nature, animals and things, but I think there was more to it than that. Those two hit it off too quickly.”
In Perth, Hamza and I were assigned to Donald’s house. We had an upstairs room, but Riya and Jasmine were with many of the kids in that big downstairs room. It was still set with all the mattresses across the floor.
It was a long flight to Perth, and I found myself sitting with my son and Sairu’s daughter. They are good friends and happy to travel together. They played with the games for a while, but I could see they were tired. Soon, sleep had come to them. It was cute how they had pulled up the seat arm and cuddled together.
I am surprised at these two. It had been a huge trip for them, but they had done very well. Through the airports, they had held each other’s hands tightly and followed along with the group. For us to be stressed getting through these busy places, but for the two little ones, it was just another in a series of adventures.
I noticed that my husband, Hamza and Riya were sitting together for that flight. No, I had no problems with that. I know they are close, like each other, but she is no threat to our marriage. It was I who suggested taking the open seat next to the kids so Riya could sit with him. If I had confirmed my need to sit beside him, I know both of them would have been fine with that.
When the kids woke again, we changed seats so one was sitting on each side of me. They were trying to teach me one of the video games, but I must confess, I wasn’t doing so well. We ended up watching a kids' show, which kept their attention until they dropped off to sleep again, with one resting on each side of me. I put on a movie to keep my attention until we arrived at Perth.
At Perth airport, the group split. Some of those going further to the desert town stayed at the airport, where they would meet a local plane flying to that town. I was amused at how Riya and Ian said goodbye. She hugged him, and his arms wrapped around her small body and lifted her right off the ground.
Sarvesh teased her afterwards about getting a free, unplanned flight, but she didn’t care. She was smiling and happy.
She laughed at him and said, “You can’t bother me today, Sarvesh. I am too happy!”
That girl had changed on this trip. When she left, she was a silly, naughty girl, and now she was returning as a woman with a different, sexual kind of naughty. I wondered how she would get on with sex in India. I knew she would want it, had got a taste for it now.
Sairu leaned close to me and said, “Riya got very close to Ian, didn’t she?”
“They were friends before this trip, I think. Writing to each other.”
“I didn’t know that,” she said.
“Mandara said it was mostly boring stuff like nature, animals and things, but I think there was more to it than that. Those two hit it off too quickly.”
In Perth, Hamza and I were assigned to Donald’s house. We had an upstairs room, but Riya and Jasmine were with many of the kids in that big downstairs room. It was still set with all the mattresses across the floor.
I noticed Donald and Riya started their early morning swimming again. Naked, of course. I got up early the first morning after our flight from Auckland. They were out there naked but not doing much swimming. He had her bent over one of the tables while he took her from behind.
I could say naughty Donald, but now I believe it would be as much, if not more, Riya’s fault. She is keen on sex. That’s for sure. Don't know how she is going to get on back in India.
I could say naughty Donald, but now I believe it would be as much, if not more, Riya’s fault. She is keen on sex. That’s for sure. Don't know how she is going to get on back in India.
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But I must add that during the afternoon, when the kids were away at McDonald's and on a trip to a park, Donald had a good time with me, too. It was down at the pool. We were relaxing in the shade in the afternoon heat.
I was lying back on a reclining seat, and all I was wearing was a sarong around my waist. Donald came and sat beside me. I acknowledged him and then shut my eyes again.
Then I felt a hand touch my shoulder above my breast. I opened my eyes and looked.
“Just putting sun lotion on so you don’t burn,” he explained.
Ha! Ha! There wasn’t much chance of that since I was in the shade with no chance of the sun reaching me, but I didn’t bother protesting as it did feel a bit nice.
He did my shoulders and around my neck, but as I was topless, I knew where he was going to do next. His hands ran over my breasts, and it felt good. Even got better when he came to my sensitive nipples. The way he rubbed over them, gently pulling at my erect nubs, was so good. I realised he was turning me on.
“Is that all you’re going to do? Just play with my tits?” I asked.
“Well, I can’t get to anything else because of your clothes,” he replied.
“That is easy. I’ll stand so you can take my sarong off. I’m wearing nothing underneath.”
I stood up but made no effort to take my sarong off. If he wanted it off, he had to do it himself. He did too. Soon, my sarong was gone, and I was lying back on the recliner, naked.
His hands came in to work the sun oil over the rest of me. Knowing Donald, I expected he would go straight for my pussy, and I parted my legs ready for him. But I didn’t know Donald; he surprised me. He started on one of my legs, doing everything of that, giving particular attention to my feet. Then he did the same with my other leg. I am surprised by just how nice being with my feet could be. But I was also becoming frustrated that he wasn't doing the best part,
Now he came to my pussy. Pouring more lotion over his hands to make them slippery and slimy, his hand returned to be between my legs. From the moment he touched me, it felt good, just getting better and better, as he continued. Before long, I knew he was going to get me off.
The way his fingers worked my pussy while his other hand played with my nipples. I was building. When he moved to pinching one of my hard nipples. It hurt, but hurt in a sexy way if that makes sense.
The way his fingers rubbed between my open pussy lips. Then long upward strokes slipping over my swollen clitty as he did. I’m sensitive there, and I think he knew it too. Now he moved to working around my clitty, fingers making circles around it, but not quite touching.
It was becoming too much for me. I humped at him, moaned out to him, wanting him to touch me there and send me over. But he was avoiding it. Teasing me. Holding me but not letting me finish.
I cried out, “Make me cum…! Finish me...!”
But the naughty man wouldn’t. Such a bad boy this one! Teasing me like that.
Finally, he felt pity for my frustrations. He rubbed over my clitty a few times and then gave it a hard pinch.
I screamed at the shock and pain. Then my orgasm burst on me, sweeping through my body with the powerful waves as the climax overtook me.
I do not remember more until I was lying there looking up at his face.
“You know how to cum, don’t you?” Donald said to me.
I looked at him, confused. Of course, I knew how to cum, I’m a girl. But it wasn't until later that I realised he was saying how good my cum had been.
I was lying back on a reclining seat, and all I was wearing was a sarong around my waist. Donald came and sat beside me. I acknowledged him and then shut my eyes again.
Then I felt a hand touch my shoulder above my breast. I opened my eyes and looked.
“Just putting sun lotion on so you don’t burn,” he explained.
Ha! Ha! There wasn’t much chance of that since I was in the shade with no chance of the sun reaching me, but I didn’t bother protesting as it did feel a bit nice.
He did my shoulders and around my neck, but as I was topless, I knew where he was going to do next. His hands ran over my breasts, and it felt good. Even got better when he came to my sensitive nipples. The way he rubbed over them, gently pulling at my erect nubs, was so good. I realised he was turning me on.
“Is that all you’re going to do? Just play with my tits?” I asked.
“Well, I can’t get to anything else because of your clothes,” he replied.
“That is easy. I’ll stand so you can take my sarong off. I’m wearing nothing underneath.”
I stood up but made no effort to take my sarong off. If he wanted it off, he had to do it himself. He did too. Soon, my sarong was gone, and I was lying back on the recliner, naked.
His hands came in to work the sun oil over the rest of me. Knowing Donald, I expected he would go straight for my pussy, and I parted my legs ready for him. But I didn’t know Donald; he surprised me. He started on one of my legs, doing everything of that, giving particular attention to my feet. Then he did the same with my other leg. I am surprised by just how nice being with my feet could be. But I was also becoming frustrated that he wasn't doing the best part,
Now he came to my pussy. Pouring more lotion over his hands to make them slippery and slimy, his hand returned to be between my legs. From the moment he touched me, it felt good, just getting better and better, as he continued. Before long, I knew he was going to get me off.
The way his fingers worked my pussy while his other hand played with my nipples. I was building. When he moved to pinching one of my hard nipples. It hurt, but hurt in a sexy way if that makes sense.
The way his fingers rubbed between my open pussy lips. Then long upward strokes slipping over my swollen clitty as he did. I’m sensitive there, and I think he knew it too. Now he moved to working around my clitty, fingers making circles around it, but not quite touching.
It was becoming too much for me. I humped at him, moaned out to him, wanting him to touch me there and send me over. But he was avoiding it. Teasing me. Holding me but not letting me finish.
I cried out, “Make me cum…! Finish me...!”
But the naughty man wouldn’t. Such a bad boy this one! Teasing me like that.
Finally, he felt pity for my frustrations. He rubbed over my clitty a few times and then gave it a hard pinch.
I screamed at the shock and pain. Then my orgasm burst on me, sweeping through my body with the powerful waves as the climax overtook me.
I do not remember more until I was lying there looking up at his face.
“You know how to cum, don’t you?” Donald said to me.
I looked at him, confused. Of course, I knew how to cum, I’m a girl. But it wasn't until later that I realised he was saying how good my cum had been.
We moved to a foam pad on the concrete around the pool.
“Your turn now. Do me, Cowgirl. Make it good for me,” Donald told me.
I saw what he was saying. This was not just, ‘have sex with me.’ This was a challenge. He was telling me to prove how good I was at the love games. So, I made up my mind to show him how good I could be to him.
When he lay back on the mat, I put my leg over to sit above him. Taking his cock with both hands, I rubbed the shaft, rolling it between my palms. Yes, that brought a response. I wrapped one hand around the shaft and began pumping him while my other hand was tickling at his balls. I could feel his cock get extra full hardness and I knew he was ready for my pussy.
Do I hear you laughing? Well, why not? I’m not putting him in my pussy until he is fully ready to be there. That is just asking for trouble!
Taking his cock with one hand, I moved forward over him, guiding the lovely cock head to my pussy. I like these men who have been cut; their cocks look more handsome.
I felt the head push my pussy lips open, and I pressed down on him. My pussy was opened wider to take him inside. Another push, and I took the whole head. A few more and I’d taken all of him.
Now, I began to move. Lifting off and sinking back to him. I did it slowly as I enjoyed the delicious feelings of him slipping in and out between my lips. It was so good, but I knew that it couldn’t last long.
It looked down at him to see him smiling back at me.
“What?”
“Your face, Kalki. I was enjoying watching you.”
“Enough watching! You have work to do, Donald,” I said, patting my breasts.
He quickly got the message, his hands coming up, one to each one. Playing and pulling on them. I like a man doing that when I am fucking like this.
Meanwhile, I got down to the important business of fucking him. I was leaning slightly forward to feel his cock shaft rubbing close to me clitty. I was using my hips to lift my body and then letting myself fall back onto him. It was good fucking. I was enjoying what I could do to him. I came to know he was enjoying it too.
Not long after that, one of my orgasms hit me. What was happening to my breasts and pussy was too much for me. I lost control for a few moments. Lost my rhythm, lost my timing, before I recovered and could continue.
He was building now. I wanted it to be good for him. I watched his face. Concentrated to give my best to him. Yes, I could see it in his face and body. He was close. I increased my speed, pressing down further against him so he was driven deeper inside me.
That was good for him. I heard him moan and thrust against me. Then he stopped, his body jerking as he delivered his man-juice inside me. But my increased working for him had an effect on me, too. My cum came again. Deeper, more intense than before. I lost all will to keep going, but fell forward against him.
I found his strong arms wrapped around me, holding my body against his as we enjoyed the blissful after-glow together.
“That was good,” I managed to say.
“It was, wasn’t it?” he replied.
“Your turn now. Do me, Cowgirl. Make it good for me,” Donald told me.
I saw what he was saying. This was not just, ‘have sex with me.’ This was a challenge. He was telling me to prove how good I was at the love games. So, I made up my mind to show him how good I could be to him.
When he lay back on the mat, I put my leg over to sit above him. Taking his cock with both hands, I rubbed the shaft, rolling it between my palms. Yes, that brought a response. I wrapped one hand around the shaft and began pumping him while my other hand was tickling at his balls. I could feel his cock get extra full hardness and I knew he was ready for my pussy.
Do I hear you laughing? Well, why not? I’m not putting him in my pussy until he is fully ready to be there. That is just asking for trouble!
Taking his cock with one hand, I moved forward over him, guiding the lovely cock head to my pussy. I like these men who have been cut; their cocks look more handsome.
I felt the head push my pussy lips open, and I pressed down on him. My pussy was opened wider to take him inside. Another push, and I took the whole head. A few more and I’d taken all of him.
Now, I began to move. Lifting off and sinking back to him. I did it slowly as I enjoyed the delicious feelings of him slipping in and out between my lips. It was so good, but I knew that it couldn’t last long.
It looked down at him to see him smiling back at me.
“What?”
“Your face, Kalki. I was enjoying watching you.”
“Enough watching! You have work to do, Donald,” I said, patting my breasts.
He quickly got the message, his hands coming up, one to each one. Playing and pulling on them. I like a man doing that when I am fucking like this.
Meanwhile, I got down to the important business of fucking him. I was leaning slightly forward to feel his cock shaft rubbing close to me clitty. I was using my hips to lift my body and then letting myself fall back onto him. It was good fucking. I was enjoying what I could do to him. I came to know he was enjoying it too.
Not long after that, one of my orgasms hit me. What was happening to my breasts and pussy was too much for me. I lost control for a few moments. Lost my rhythm, lost my timing, before I recovered and could continue.
He was building now. I wanted it to be good for him. I watched his face. Concentrated to give my best to him. Yes, I could see it in his face and body. He was close. I increased my speed, pressing down further against him so he was driven deeper inside me.
That was good for him. I heard him moan and thrust against me. Then he stopped, his body jerking as he delivered his man-juice inside me. But my increased working for him had an effect on me, too. My cum came again. Deeper, more intense than before. I lost all will to keep going, but fell forward against him.
I found his strong arms wrapped around me, holding my body against his as we enjoyed the blissful after-glow together.
“That was good,” I managed to say.
“It was, wasn’t it?” he replied.
We pulled apart as I lifted my body off him.
I discovered I was hot and sweaty from my hard work. The pool looked inviting beside us. Donald held my hand to steady me as we stepped down, and then I plunged forward into the coolness of the water. It was nice, and we stayed there for a while.
That is how my husband, Hamza, found us after his afternoon nap. Just having an innocent swim. Ha! Ha!
I discovered I was hot and sweaty from my hard work. The pool looked inviting beside us. Donald held my hand to steady me as we stepped down, and then I plunged forward into the coolness of the water. It was nice, and we stayed there for a while.
That is how my husband, Hamza, found us after his afternoon nap. Just having an innocent swim. Ha! Ha!
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That evening, Hamza and I went to Joyce and Jeremy’s house. Sairu and Payam were with us. I found David and Katrina were there too. They had a good meal for us, washed down with what they said was nice wine. I didn’t take the wine because I had to remember I was pregnant and couldn’t take the alcohol. But they had made a juice punch for me, which I liked.
After the meal, we all helped to clean up and prepare for the evening. Yes, we all knew we were there for sexual fun, so it would be no surprise when it turned that way. The evening started as we began pairing off with someone other than our spouse. No fun going to a sex party to be with your husband.
First, I found myself with David, Katrina’s husband. I like him, and once before we had done well together, so I was looking forward to what we would do this time. Of course, it being the beginning of the evening, we were all still dressed. But David had experience of removing a saree, so he soon had mine removed.
With me in only the bra and panties, I turned the attention onto him. The shirt and shorts came off, followed by the bikini-style undies he wore. Oh yes, there he was. I got distracted by his cock a bit until he pulled me back to remove the rest of my clothes. Now we were naked, ready for what we would do next.
Around us, everyone was either naked or getting there. It was obvious that all the fun would happen in the hall (lounge) together. I was fine with that. I like having sex when I can see others doing it around us. It is also interesting to see what my husband does with sex.
I wasn’t surprised we didn’t do much foreplay, as I’m sure neither of us needed it. I pushed him back on the carpet floor and sat over him. Just a bit of rubbing my pussy lips along the length of his cock, and we were ready to do it. I took him inside me, like Cowgirl style, but this time I was lying forward against his chest she my thrusting strokes became backward pushed rather than the usual downward pushes.
It was sex, but not as good as it could have been. Perhaps we were in a bit of a rush to do it. But somehow, we both achieved an orgasm, even if, as in my case, it was the minimum of what could be called an orgasm. But we didn’t care that much, as this was the start of what promised to be an evening of sex.
After the meal, we all helped to clean up and prepare for the evening. Yes, we all knew we were there for sexual fun, so it would be no surprise when it turned that way. The evening started as we began pairing off with someone other than our spouse. No fun going to a sex party to be with your husband.
First, I found myself with David, Katrina’s husband. I like him, and once before we had done well together, so I was looking forward to what we would do this time. Of course, it being the beginning of the evening, we were all still dressed. But David had experience of removing a saree, so he soon had mine removed.
With me in only the bra and panties, I turned the attention onto him. The shirt and shorts came off, followed by the bikini-style undies he wore. Oh yes, there he was. I got distracted by his cock a bit until he pulled me back to remove the rest of my clothes. Now we were naked, ready for what we would do next.
Around us, everyone was either naked or getting there. It was obvious that all the fun would happen in the hall (lounge) together. I was fine with that. I like having sex when I can see others doing it around us. It is also interesting to see what my husband does with sex.
I wasn’t surprised we didn’t do much foreplay, as I’m sure neither of us needed it. I pushed him back on the carpet floor and sat over him. Just a bit of rubbing my pussy lips along the length of his cock, and we were ready to do it. I took him inside me, like Cowgirl style, but this time I was lying forward against his chest she my thrusting strokes became backward pushed rather than the usual downward pushes.
It was sex, but not as good as it could have been. Perhaps we were in a bit of a rush to do it. But somehow, we both achieved an orgasm, even if, as in my case, it was the minimum of what could be called an orgasm. But we didn’t care that much, as this was the start of what promised to be an evening of sex.
I noticed the others had stopped too. I saw that my husband, Hamza, had just finished with the Australian woman, Joyce. I’m sure he had a good time with her. He had been enjoying the European women this trip.
I sat sipping at my drink, wondering what would be happening next.
I sat sipping at my drink, wondering what would be happening next.
I moved on to Jeremy next, although it is probably better to say, Jeremy came to me. But then, as we were both naked, the hug he gave me had my bare breasts pressing against his bare chest. That felt nice, but when he pulled back with his hands coming to my nipples, my hand found his cock to play with.
I like Jeremy. I hadn’t seen that much of him during the holiday, but he was always there, always involved in whatever was going on. I like his wife, too. Joyce had been friendly when we talked, but again, I didn’t spend that much time directly with her.
The foreplay session was short because soon we were ready for full sex. Jeremy started with me in the normal Missionary positions, but then moved to my favourite, yes, you guessed it, the Cowgirl position. Both were good, but the best came with the Cowgirl.
I like Jeremy. I hadn’t seen that much of him during the holiday, but he was always there, always involved in whatever was going on. I like his wife, too. Joyce had been friendly when we talked, but again, I didn’t spend that much time directly with her.
The foreplay session was short because soon we were ready for full sex. Jeremy started with me in the normal Missionary positions, but then moved to my favourite, yes, you guessed it, the Cowgirl position. Both were good, but the best came with the Cowgirl.
As the evening progressed further, my husband was telling them that we were bi. He explained how I had sex with Sairu, and he had sex with Payam. I was surprised that the Europeans didn’t do that as much as I thought they would have tried different things.
The outcome was that we ended up doing two 69 sessions on the floor together. Sairu and I were together, and beside us, Hamza and Payam were together. That was good, I like being with her, and she seems to know just how I like, and I know about her too.
At first, the others were watching. I think the two women, Katrina and Joyce, were interested in seeing two men together. Maybe they hadn’t seen that one before.
Things evolved from there when Joyce came down to join Sairu and me. That was hot for her as we both started doing with her, sucking at her nipples, deep kissing, eating her pussy. As it moved toward being Sairu and Joyce, I found my way into a threesome with David and Jeremy.
That was hot when those two were doing the Spit-Roast style with me. David was fucking my pussy while I had Jeremy in my mouth. Then they changed and tried it the other way. I enjoyed doing all that with those men.
Meanwhile, Katrina had found herself in a threesome with Hamza and Payam. They were doing the things that the two men were doing with me, and she was enjoying it too. After both men had cum with the other two men and I had cum with Katrina, they needed to rest for a while.
That hot sex between Joyce and Sairu was continuing, and Katrina and I joined them in what became an all-girl threesome. They were very sexy for me. I was happy that those other women were willing to join Sairu and me like that.
When the men recovered, they joined in the fun, taking one of us women each. This time I was with Payam who I am very familiar. He was good, but I could tell the evening was coming to an end.
So much sex, so many orgasms for me. I was very happy.
The outcome was that we ended up doing two 69 sessions on the floor together. Sairu and I were together, and beside us, Hamza and Payam were together. That was good, I like being with her, and she seems to know just how I like, and I know about her too.
At first, the others were watching. I think the two women, Katrina and Joyce, were interested in seeing two men together. Maybe they hadn’t seen that one before.
Things evolved from there when Joyce came down to join Sairu and me. That was hot for her as we both started doing with her, sucking at her nipples, deep kissing, eating her pussy. As it moved toward being Sairu and Joyce, I found my way into a threesome with David and Jeremy.
That was hot when those two were doing the Spit-Roast style with me. David was fucking my pussy while I had Jeremy in my mouth. Then they changed and tried it the other way. I enjoyed doing all that with those men.
Meanwhile, Katrina had found herself in a threesome with Hamza and Payam. They were doing the things that the two men were doing with me, and she was enjoying it too. After both men had cum with the other two men and I had cum with Katrina, they needed to rest for a while.
That hot sex between Joyce and Sairu was continuing, and Katrina and I joined them in what became an all-girl threesome. They were very sexy for me. I was happy that those other women were willing to join Sairu and me like that.
When the men recovered, they joined in the fun, taking one of us women each. This time I was with Payam who I am very familiar. He was good, but I could tell the evening was coming to an end.
So much sex, so many orgasms for me. I was very happy.
We didn’t make it back to Donald’s house that night because neither of the men could drive. With David and Katrina being as bad as they were, we all decided to stay at Jeremy’s house. I ended up in a bed with my husband, Hamza. But this time it was only sleeping, and I remember pressing my back against him as he wrapped his arms around me. That is how I drifted off into a lovely, deep sleep.
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The following day, we went out to visit Fred and Ginger. That included going swimming nude at their beach. I like them, they are a nice couple. They had lunch ready for us, which we were able to enjoy outside, overlooking the view.
But it was before lunch that something happened involving Naughty Boy Fred. (Very naughty boy, that one!)
As I have said before, I love the ocean view from behind their house. I live in an inland town, so it is very unusual to see so much ocean like that. I went outside, and I was enjoying looking at it. I was still trying to get my head around seeing all that water that went on and on until it seemed to meet the sky.
We had decided to go swimming down at their beach after lunch, so it was easier for me to just wear my bikini under my clothes. Since it was a hot day, when I got to Fred’s house, I just removed the blouse completely, but still elected to keep my bikini top on.
It was then that a man came up behind me, as his body connected with my back, his hands came up under my arms to my breasts. The way he was touching was feeling very nice to I was willing to allow him. He was talking, telling me about predicting the weather by observing the clouds.
But while he talked, this man couldn’t control his hands, which found their way under my bikini top to my nipples. Then he was even bold enough to pull the bikini top back, so my breasts were exposed.
Yes, you may be saying, I should have stopped him, but I didn't.
He had me with his back pressed against the table, my bikini top was pulled away, where he had been exploring for my nipple, now his hand was down inside the front of my bikini bottom. It was clear where this was going. I would be fucking with him outside again.
“You got into trouble last time you did this, Fred.”
“But things are different this time,” he replied.
“Different?”
“There are no performance bets this time. And if they are watching from inside, you are comfortable with it.”
He had a point there. I was comfortable with what was happening and looking forward to sex with him.
“Yes, I am fine with that,” I replied.
His hands were undoing the clip and zipper of my shorts. Then he had pulled them down until they became loose and fell to my feet. Meanwhile, he had returned to my pussy, first rubbing through my bikini bottom but then pulling down the bikini to display my hair. His fingers began touching and running through my pussy forest.
“What are you doing now?” I asked.
He said, “My fingers are going for a walk in the forest.”
I found that too funny. I gave a laugh.
But I was being naughty too. I reached behind me and rubbed the outside of his shorts to find him hard for me. That was nice, and I made up my mind to get him out to see him. Yes, in case you didn’t know, women like looking at cocks, especially ones they were getting ready to try.
I discovered he was wearing swim shorts with the underwear sewn inside. When I pulled on them, they came down, but I paid special attention to guide them over the hardness of his cock.
Such a nice cock. He was cut, which always showed the cock head, and I like seeing Western men like that. It is different to the men I know from India. I held him and stroked him a bit, and then I knelt to take him to my mouth. Yes, he had a nice cock, and it felt nice to give him pleasure. The promise that pleasure would be returned.
When we moved to sex, like before, it involved using the outdoor table. I was naked now, so was he. His strong arms had lifted me, so I sat on the edge of the sun-bleached wood. He pulled my legs open, displaying and exposing my secret places to him. He presented the erection of his cock, and my greedy pussy was willing to accept him.
I looked down at myself, watching the head of his cock, open my pussy lips. They stretched and opened to take him. Not an unpleasant sensation, but the full feeling when a cock enters where it was designed to be.
He began to move, and I watched as his cock moved forward, disappearing inside me until almost all of it was gone. Then I watched as he pulled out, and more and more of that shaft appeared until I felt it was going to slide out. But it didn’t. He knew the exact point where he should stop. Then the cock began to slide in again. In and out, over and over again.
He sped up, which felt better. You would expect the rougher treatment to bring discomfort, but it didn’t, quite the opposite, in fact. I was enjoying it, enjoyed what he was doing to me. My arousal began to build.
I was almost there now. Oh! It was so good. My breathing was heavy. The feeling from my pussy was overpowering. It could not last any longer. I shut my eyes to focus on my approaching orgasm. When it arrived, it was good. It burst through my body, flooding my mind with the pleasure only good sex could offer.
As I have said before, I love the ocean view from behind their house. I live in an inland town, so it is very unusual to see so much ocean like that. I went outside, and I was enjoying looking at it. I was still trying to get my head around seeing all that water that went on and on until it seemed to meet the sky.
We had decided to go swimming down at their beach after lunch, so it was easier for me to just wear my bikini under my clothes. Since it was a hot day, when I got to Fred’s house, I just removed the blouse completely, but still elected to keep my bikini top on.
It was then that a man came up behind me, as his body connected with my back, his hands came up under my arms to my breasts. The way he was touching was feeling very nice to I was willing to allow him. He was talking, telling me about predicting the weather by observing the clouds.
But while he talked, this man couldn’t control his hands, which found their way under my bikini top to my nipples. Then he was even bold enough to pull the bikini top back, so my breasts were exposed.
Yes, you may be saying, I should have stopped him, but I didn't.
He had me with his back pressed against the table, my bikini top was pulled away, where he had been exploring for my nipple, now his hand was down inside the front of my bikini bottom. It was clear where this was going. I would be fucking with him outside again.
“You got into trouble last time you did this, Fred.”
“But things are different this time,” he replied.
“Different?”
“There are no performance bets this time. And if they are watching from inside, you are comfortable with it.”
He had a point there. I was comfortable with what was happening and looking forward to sex with him.
“Yes, I am fine with that,” I replied.
His hands were undoing the clip and zipper of my shorts. Then he had pulled them down until they became loose and fell to my feet. Meanwhile, he had returned to my pussy, first rubbing through my bikini bottom but then pulling down the bikini to display my hair. His fingers began touching and running through my pussy forest.
“What are you doing now?” I asked.
He said, “My fingers are going for a walk in the forest.”
I found that too funny. I gave a laugh.
But I was being naughty too. I reached behind me and rubbed the outside of his shorts to find him hard for me. That was nice, and I made up my mind to get him out to see him. Yes, in case you didn’t know, women like looking at cocks, especially ones they were getting ready to try.
I discovered he was wearing swim shorts with the underwear sewn inside. When I pulled on them, they came down, but I paid special attention to guide them over the hardness of his cock.
Such a nice cock. He was cut, which always showed the cock head, and I like seeing Western men like that. It is different to the men I know from India. I held him and stroked him a bit, and then I knelt to take him to my mouth. Yes, he had a nice cock, and it felt nice to give him pleasure. The promise that pleasure would be returned.
When we moved to sex, like before, it involved using the outdoor table. I was naked now, so was he. His strong arms had lifted me, so I sat on the edge of the sun-bleached wood. He pulled my legs open, displaying and exposing my secret places to him. He presented the erection of his cock, and my greedy pussy was willing to accept him.
I looked down at myself, watching the head of his cock, open my pussy lips. They stretched and opened to take him. Not an unpleasant sensation, but the full feeling when a cock enters where it was designed to be.
He began to move, and I watched as his cock moved forward, disappearing inside me until almost all of it was gone. Then I watched as he pulled out, and more and more of that shaft appeared until I felt it was going to slide out. But it didn’t. He knew the exact point where he should stop. Then the cock began to slide in again. In and out, over and over again.
He sped up, which felt better. You would expect the rougher treatment to bring discomfort, but it didn’t, quite the opposite, in fact. I was enjoying it, enjoyed what he was doing to me. My arousal began to build.
I was almost there now. Oh! It was so good. My breathing was heavy. The feeling from my pussy was overpowering. It could not last any longer. I shut my eyes to focus on my approaching orgasm. When it arrived, it was good. It burst through my body, flooding my mind with the pleasure only good sex could offer.
After I had finished, I came to know that he was still hard. I came to know that he still hadn’t cum. He asked me to stand up, turn and bend over the table. I knew what this was; he was going to take me from behind. I also knew that while this position didn’t do so well for many women, including I myself, it was usually good for the man who was doing it. The position from behind tightened the gap between her thighs, tightened the opening of her sex. This had a positive effect on the man, by making the woman tighter and more stimulating for his cock.
I could feel his hands holding each hip as he thrust back at me. I could feel his cock driving into me, probably deeper than most other positions. While it felt nice, I knew it wasn’t going to work for me.
But I also knew he was finding it exciting. I could hear his breath from behind. It knew he was getting there. I could feel when his stroking broke its steady rhythm. He was almost there, struggling to keep going.
Finally, it hit him. He stopped, holding his cock deep inside me as it gave regular jerks. He was filling me. Pumping cum into my pussy.
I could feel his hands holding each hip as he thrust back at me. I could feel his cock driving into me, probably deeper than most other positions. While it felt nice, I knew it wasn’t going to work for me.
But I also knew he was finding it exciting. I could hear his breath from behind. It knew he was getting there. I could feel when his stroking broke its steady rhythm. He was almost there, struggling to keep going.
Finally, it hit him. He stopped, holding his cock deep inside me as it gave regular jerks. He was filling me. Pumping cum into my pussy.
I stepped through the sliding glass door, and Hamza was standing there looking at me.
“I didn’t think you would do that again. Not after last time,” he said.
“But it was different, this time.”
“Different? In what way?”
“In a lot of ways. There was no bet on my performance. There was no worry about me being watched. I knew I would be, and I’m OK with that. Last time, Fred and I left things in a bad way. It was a good way to connect and say everything is good between us.”
She reached over to give Fred a playful slap on his bum. “Aren’t we, Fred?”
“We sure are. You are a lovely woman, Kalki.”
“You’re not bad yourself,” I said, hugging him. “If I were a hundred years older, we might have been a couple.
“A hundred years? I’m not that old!”
He reached to slap my bum, but the slow old man wasn’t fast enough. I was gone, running across the room and down the passageway to my room.
“I didn’t think you would do that again. Not after last time,” he said.
“But it was different, this time.”
“Different? In what way?”
“In a lot of ways. There was no bet on my performance. There was no worry about me being watched. I knew I would be, and I’m OK with that. Last time, Fred and I left things in a bad way. It was a good way to connect and say everything is good between us.”
She reached over to give Fred a playful slap on his bum. “Aren’t we, Fred?”
“We sure are. You are a lovely woman, Kalki.”
“You’re not bad yourself,” I said, hugging him. “If I were a hundred years older, we might have been a couple.
“A hundred years? I’m not that old!”
He reached to slap my bum, but the slow old man wasn’t fast enough. I was gone, running across the room and down the passageway to my room.
Hamza arrived moments later.
“You sure you're OK?” he gently asked.
I was pleased with his concern for me, but in this case, it was unnecessary. I was fine, well, more than fine, considering the orgasm I had just had.
“Yes, honey. I am fine,” I replied.
“That was a sexy show. You looked good fucking like that.”
“It felt good, too,” I said with a cheeky grin.
“I bet it did. I saw how you cum.”
“Bet!” You could have used a better word than that.
He smiled at me, and then he hugged me and held me in his arms. That felt good, that he could welcome me back after watching what I did with another man.
“You sure you're OK?” he gently asked.
I was pleased with his concern for me, but in this case, it was unnecessary. I was fine, well, more than fine, considering the orgasm I had just had.
“Yes, honey. I am fine,” I replied.
“That was a sexy show. You looked good fucking like that.”
“It felt good, too,” I said with a cheeky grin.
“I bet it did. I saw how you cum.”
“Bet!” You could have used a better word than that.
He smiled at me, and then he hugged me and held me in his arms. That felt good, that he could welcome me back after watching what I did with another man.
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We went down to the private beach. Not many there, just a few groups. Of course, there was no need to wear swimwear as nudity was normal here. I just wore a beach coat that would cover my nakedness until I reached the beach.
This was an ocean beach, with huge waves rolling in from the vastness of the water. I liked how they hit and burst over you. One minute you were covered in water, the next the water had drained, leaving you standing only up to your knees. Then came the next big wave. You could brace yourself against it and try to stay on your feet, or you could turn and dive just as the wave reached you, using the power of the water to pick you up like a toy and sweep you to the shallows of the beach. That last part was fun.
We stayed in the water quite a while, enjoying ourselves before it was time to return to our things on the beach. Ginger had a cold drink and some snacks ready for us.
This was an ocean beach, with huge waves rolling in from the vastness of the water. I liked how they hit and burst over you. One minute you were covered in water, the next the water had drained, leaving you standing only up to your knees. Then came the next big wave. You could brace yourself against it and try to stay on your feet, or you could turn and dive just as the wave reached you, using the power of the water to pick you up like a toy and sweep you to the shallows of the beach. That last part was fun.
We stayed in the water quite a while, enjoying ourselves before it was time to return to our things on the beach. Ginger had a cold drink and some snacks ready for us.
I saw Andrew there. He came over to say hello, but I didn’t engage him in any conversation. When he asked how long I was staying, I told him only for the afternoon, and I was leaving for India the following day.
He didn’t sit with us for long as Hamza and I got up to walk along the beach, then go swimming again. When we got back to where we left our friends, Andrew was gone, back to his friends.
He didn’t sit with us for long as Hamza and I got up to walk along the beach, then go swimming again. When we got back to where we left our friends, Andrew was gone, back to his friends.
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Our trip home from Perth wasn’t very eventful, other than a few moments of drama with my son as we were in Perth airport. I had forgotten about the metal buckle on his shoes, and when he walked through the scanner, it went off. When this security guard stepped up to check him, it was enough for the shocked little boy. He fell on the floor and burst into tears. I ran to him to comfort him as, through his tears, he was calling for me.
Suddenly, I realised I had stepped through to be with him, bypassing my own scan.
“Sorry!” I said, looking at the big officer towering over us. But he looked as shocked as I was.
“It's OK,” he said. “Just go back and do your scan, now.”
My son stood watching as I stepped back to do my own scan. I then picked him up to comfort him until he looked around and saw Sairu's daughter watching him. He wanted to go straight away. Peer pressure, even at that age.
He was fine again, and I saw him explaining to the little girl what had happened. I think he became a hero because he had made the alarms go off.
It wasn't until later that Hamza, who was behind us, said he thought they had forgotten to find out why the alarm went off.
Suddenly, I realised I had stepped through to be with him, bypassing my own scan.
“Sorry!” I said, looking at the big officer towering over us. But he looked as shocked as I was.
“It's OK,” he said. “Just go back and do your scan, now.”
My son stood watching as I stepped back to do my own scan. I then picked him up to comfort him until he looked around and saw Sairu's daughter watching him. He wanted to go straight away. Peer pressure, even at that age.
He was fine again, and I saw him explaining to the little girl what had happened. I think he became a hero because he had made the alarms go off.
It wasn't until later that Hamza, who was behind us, said he thought they had forgotten to find out why the alarm went off.
This flight went quickly, and then we would have a few hours' stopover in Singapore. On the first flight, I sat with Mandara in the centre seats. She was telling Sairu and me about their plans in Singapore. It seems the plan was that, as soon as they leave the aircraft, she becomes the wife of Sarvesh, and Jeevan gets a wife called Amita. I thought that was an interesting idea and asked her to ensure they did a story about it. She agreed she would.
(I think their story is to come next after this one.)
Later in the flight, I moved to sit beside Nishi and Gaja. He was sleeping most of the time, so we talked quietly beside him. She was telling me how they might become more involved in the Special Weekends now that they have become sexually active within the group.
(I think their story is to come next after this one.)
Later in the flight, I moved to sit beside Nishi and Gaja. He was sleeping most of the time, so we talked quietly beside him. She was telling me how they might become more involved in the Special Weekends now that they have become sexually active within the group.
I was watching as she was teasing the man beside her. He was asleep, but to try to get comfortable, his legs were slightly parted. She reached down and lightly brushed her fingers over the bump in the trousers where his cock was. He moved slightly in his sleep. She did it again, and he moved again. The third time, he made a soft noise.
It was too funny, and I was struggling not to laugh.
She touched him again, and we both saw that there was a movement under his trousers. Then there it was again. His cock was moving, growing, getting hard.
She touched him again, her fingers brushed along the lengthening bump, and he moved his leg again. We could see the material straining as he was obviously becoming fully erect.
She touched him yet again. Suddenly, his hand moved quickly, coming up and grabbing her by her wrist.
“What are you doing?” Gaja said, his eyes now open and awake.
Nishi giggled, “Playing with you,” she said.
We watched with amusement as he tried to adjust a very hard cock into a more comfortable position. Nishi and I were giggling. Just at that moment, a hostess walked by. I don't know if she caught him, but she didn't say anything. When she served us a meal, she did give him a smile. Was that a knowing smile or a polite smile? It was hard to tell.
It was too funny, and I was struggling not to laugh.
She touched him again, and we both saw that there was a movement under his trousers. Then there it was again. His cock was moving, growing, getting hard.
She touched him again, her fingers brushed along the lengthening bump, and he moved his leg again. We could see the material straining as he was obviously becoming fully erect.
She touched him yet again. Suddenly, his hand moved quickly, coming up and grabbing her by her wrist.
“What are you doing?” Gaja said, his eyes now open and awake.
Nishi giggled, “Playing with you,” she said.
We watched with amusement as he tried to adjust a very hard cock into a more comfortable position. Nishi and I were giggling. Just at that moment, a hostess walked by. I don't know if she caught him, but she didn't say anything. When she served us a meal, she did give him a smile. Was that a knowing smile or a polite smile? It was hard to tell.
Our last International flight took us to India, and this time I had a window seat. Hamza was beside me as he had been when we left India about a month before. Beside my husband was Riya. Yes, you should have guessed that. I wondered if we were going to start getting overnight visits from that girl.
I would be OK with that as long as it wasn't too often. I like my private time with my husband.
Getting some very tired kids through Hyderabad Airport was our next problem, but I noticed without me even telling them, my son and Sairu's daughter had linked hands and were walking along beside us. That was good. They knew exactly what to do.
I would be OK with that as long as it wasn't too often. I like my private time with my husband.
Getting some very tired kids through Hyderabad Airport was our next problem, but I noticed without me even telling them, my son and Sairu's daughter had linked hands and were walking along beside us. That was good. They knew exactly what to do.
On the flight with the smaller plane, Hamza and I were sitting together. He was by the window, and I was by the walkway. The kids had the seats in front of us and were complaining about the lack of entertainment.
I was listening to Mootie and Riya, who were sitting across from us. They were discussing her leaving the school and working for him at the Game Reserve. He told her he couldn't give her a full-time job at the animal hospital, but she could do that part-time. The rest of her time could be spent helping the rangers or working on the tourist side. She seemed happy with that.
She would also be given time in the Park Office to do her correspondence assignments. Mootie said he didn't mind paying her to study in this way since she was gaining knowledge that would be useful working at the park.
They also talked about her joining an exchange program where she would get to swap with staff from other parks. This would also help to increase her knowledge and see how other parks were run. He said that each of these visits would be one or two weeks.
They finished by him asking her to give him a few days to work out the details with their Head Office, then she could come to the Reserve for a formal interview when he called her.
I was listening to Mootie and Riya, who were sitting across from us. They were discussing her leaving the school and working for him at the Game Reserve. He told her he couldn't give her a full-time job at the animal hospital, but she could do that part-time. The rest of her time could be spent helping the rangers or working on the tourist side. She seemed happy with that.
She would also be given time in the Park Office to do her correspondence assignments. Mootie said he didn't mind paying her to study in this way since she was gaining knowledge that would be useful working at the park.
They also talked about her joining an exchange program where she would get to swap with staff from other parks. This would also help to increase her knowledge and see how other parks were run. He said that each of these visits would be one or two weeks.
They finished by him asking her to give him a few days to work out the details with their Head Office, then she could come to the Reserve for a formal interview when he called her.
For the bus trip, my son was beside me. He was asleep before we left the city area and slept most of the way home.
Towards the back of the bus, the men had a few beers they had got from somewhere. Since none of them was driving, they were having a few drinks. I could hear them talking louder, and my husband was among them.
We were one of the first to be dropped off. My son was now awake, and he was looking out the window, excited as the big bus backed into our road. The bus stopped, and as Hamza and I were collecting our small travel bags and belongings, my son was off the bus. I watched him run over to pull at the gate, and I smiled to myself. It wouldn't open until one of us unlocked it.
My friend from next door came out and gave me a welcome hug, then gave us the keys. She had been looking after the house. Inside the front compound, we found the screen door unlocked and the door behind open as she had been airing the house for us.
That was it. After such a big day, we were home at last. It was good being away, but also good to be home again.
Towards the back of the bus, the men had a few beers they had got from somewhere. Since none of them was driving, they were having a few drinks. I could hear them talking louder, and my husband was among them.
We were one of the first to be dropped off. My son was now awake, and he was looking out the window, excited as the big bus backed into our road. The bus stopped, and as Hamza and I were collecting our small travel bags and belongings, my son was off the bus. I watched him run over to pull at the gate, and I smiled to myself. It wouldn't open until one of us unlocked it.
My friend from next door came out and gave me a welcome hug, then gave us the keys. She had been looking after the house. Inside the front compound, we found the screen door unlocked and the door behind open as she had been airing the house for us.
That was it. After such a big day, we were home at last. It was good being away, but also good to be home again.
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There was a surprise waiting for us when we got home, but since we were still travelling from Perth to Singapore when it happened, I invited my friend and neighbour to tell us what happened. She likes writing short stories and agreed to do this for me. She doesn't know about the Letter Books, she just thinks were are writing the story of our trip.
So this is Lekha. (Yes, you might have seen that, her name means 'one who writes' or 'writer'.)
So this is Lekha. (Yes, you might have seen that, her name means 'one who writes' or 'writer'.)
Hello from Lekha,
I am a good friend and neighbour of Kalki. She asked me to look after their house while they were away.
I have known Kalki for a long time, but Hamza, not so much. Kalki and I worked together in an office before we moved to this new housing area. When her husband got a job promotion, they were looking to upsize to a better house. I knew the house next to mine was available, so I told her about it. About a year ago, they got it and moved in to become my new neighbour. It is so good to have a friend nearby.
Well, it was big news when they announced they would be going on this overseas trip. It was something concerning his new job, but I never got the full details. When they left, I had offered to look after their house, and I had been given keys to the roller gate and the front door.
I am a good friend and neighbour of Kalki. She asked me to look after their house while they were away.
I have known Kalki for a long time, but Hamza, not so much. Kalki and I worked together in an office before we moved to this new housing area. When her husband got a job promotion, they were looking to upsize to a better house. I knew the house next to mine was available, so I told her about it. About a year ago, they got it and moved in to become my new neighbour. It is so good to have a friend nearby.
Well, it was big news when they announced they would be going on this overseas trip. It was something concerning his new job, but I never got the full details. When they left, I had offered to look after their house, and I had been given keys to the roller gate and the front door.
It was the day before they arrived back, and I had entered their house that morning to open the windows to refresh the inside and turn the fridge back on. I was back at my house, concerning myself with housework, when there came a knock on the door. It was a man who appeared to be dressed in the uniform of a driver, a chauffeur driver, I would think. He informed me he had a delivery for Kalki's house, and he knew I had a key to enter that house. The delivery was food items that needed to be kept cool.
I went outside, and there was a woman wearing the uniform of a maid waiting for us.
The delivery was some foodstuffs, milk, cheese, vegetables and meat. All to go into their fridge. It was most surprising who would make a delivery like this. I notice there were several other such deliveries still in their vehicle.
Then the woman brought out a large arrangement of flowers, which we placed on the bench in their kitchen. The man had a leather book which looked like an album, which he placed beside the flowers.
Then they left.
I went outside, and there was a woman wearing the uniform of a maid waiting for us.
The delivery was some foodstuffs, milk, cheese, vegetables and meat. All to go into their fridge. It was most surprising who would make a delivery like this. I notice there were several other such deliveries still in their vehicle.
Then the woman brought out a large arrangement of flowers, which we placed on the bench in their kitchen. The man had a leather book which looked like an album, which he placed beside the flowers.
Then they left.
I went back to lock the house again, but I need to confess I became too interested in their affairs. I went back to the flowers to read the card. It was greetings from Amita and Sarvesh.
'Sarvesh!' That name sounds familiar, but I could not think who it was.
I peeped into the album and found it was about their trip they were coming back from. How did photos reach here before they did? That was a mystery.
'Sarvesh!' That name sounds familiar, but I could not think who it was.
I peeped into the album and found it was about their trip they were coming back from. How did photos reach here before they did? That was a mystery.
I was talking to my husband that night. He works in the mayor's office and is well-informed about things in our town.
He said, “Sarvesh! You should know who that is.”
He explained that Sarvesh was the biggest businessman in our town. He owned those big warehouses near the station and also the bank. Hamza works in one of his companies. Sarvesh is also famous for having built that big white house on North Hill Road, which can be seen all over the town.
Yes, it seems I did know of him. He was the man whom my husband once told me had been invited to join the town council, but he declined, not wanting to get into politics. His reply was famous in our town: “Allow me to run my businesses and inject funds for welfare and development, and I will be happy.”
He said, “Sarvesh! You should know who that is.”
He explained that Sarvesh was the biggest businessman in our town. He owned those big warehouses near the station and also the bank. Hamza works in one of his companies. Sarvesh is also famous for having built that big white house on North Hill Road, which can be seen all over the town.
Yes, it seems I did know of him. He was the man whom my husband once told me had been invited to join the town council, but he declined, not wanting to get into politics. His reply was famous in our town: “Allow me to run my businesses and inject funds for welfare and development, and I will be happy.”
The following day, I heard the big bus arrive. Our street only had a dozen houses on each side with no turning at the far end, so the huge bus had to back all the way down past my house.
Their little boy was first to get off, running over to open the gate, which was locked.
I ran out to give the keys and helped them with their bags into the house. Kalki found the flowers and was surprised until she turned to see the smile on her husband's face.
“You knew about this, didn't you?”
He grinned. “Yes, of course, I knew. You'd better go have a look in the fridge too.”
Kalki ran to the fridge and found all the fresh food items. I told her they had been delivered yesterday.
So, I hope that explains enough about what happened as my friends arrived home.
Their little boy was first to get off, running over to open the gate, which was locked.
I ran out to give the keys and helped them with their bags into the house. Kalki found the flowers and was surprised until she turned to see the smile on her husband's face.
“You knew about this, didn't you?”
He grinned. “Yes, of course, I knew. You'd better go have a look in the fridge too.”
Kalki ran to the fridge and found all the fresh food items. I told her they had been delivered yesterday.
So, I hope that explains enough about what happened as my friends arrived home.
It's Kalki again.
So, Amita and Sarvesh, thank you so much for that lovely surprise. I was expecting to have to go out that afternoon to get something to eat. And thank you for the beautiful flowers, too. Then the photos of us on our trip. How did you get all that done so quickly, like that?
Lucky they weren't any nude ones because I think my friend/neighbour looked at them. That would have made her eyes pop! Ha! Ha!
I also thank you, my husband, Hamza, for whatever part you had in all this.
Now here is a joke to end with.
At our next special weekend, when I told everyone about the food and flowers, Riya was listening.
“Ahh, Sarvesh! Another of your devious schemes!”
“Now! Now! Riya. Be nice, please!” Sarvesh said with a smile. “I seem to remember there were flowers delivered for you, too.”
“Ahh! And that's another thing. The card on those flowers just said, 'Guess Who!' How was I to know who it was? Could have been some creepy admirer, for all I knew.”
“So now you're calling me creepy, Riya.”
“No, actually. I guessed it was you. Or you were involved somehow.”
“Then why the big drama then?” he asked.
“You'd be disappointed if I didn't tease you,” I told him.
He smiled. "You'd be right there. I've come to expect it from you.”
So, Amita and Sarvesh, thank you so much for that lovely surprise. I was expecting to have to go out that afternoon to get something to eat. And thank you for the beautiful flowers, too. Then the photos of us on our trip. How did you get all that done so quickly, like that?
Lucky they weren't any nude ones because I think my friend/neighbour looked at them. That would have made her eyes pop! Ha! Ha!
I also thank you, my husband, Hamza, for whatever part you had in all this.
Now here is a joke to end with.
At our next special weekend, when I told everyone about the food and flowers, Riya was listening.
“Ahh, Sarvesh! Another of your devious schemes!”
“Now! Now! Riya. Be nice, please!” Sarvesh said with a smile. “I seem to remember there were flowers delivered for you, too.”
“Ahh! And that's another thing. The card on those flowers just said, 'Guess Who!' How was I to know who it was? Could have been some creepy admirer, for all I knew.”
“So now you're calling me creepy, Riya.”
“No, actually. I guessed it was you. Or you were involved somehow.”
“Then why the big drama then?” he asked.
“You'd be disappointed if I didn't tease you,” I told him.
He smiled. "You'd be right there. I've come to expect it from you.”
So that is all from us,
Love from,
Kalki.
Love from,
Kalki.
THE END!!
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It has been brought to our attention that some readers are misunderstanding our writing here. This whole blog is under a warning that sexual content appears here. We don't hide this and wish to abide by the Blogspot rules. If you have a problem with a page, please leave a comment at the bottom so we can review and fix your concern. Just reporting to Blogspot doesn't help us to know what exactly the problem is, and so we're unable to fix it.
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This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
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