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Kamal gazed at her sitting there in her bra, the golden lace cupping and squeezing her ripe breasts, almost

offering them up to the camera. He could feel his cock begin to swell and harden.

“Take it off,” kamal told her, and he could hear the lust in his own voice. their sex life hadn’t been great before

she went away but now, separated by thousands of miles, he was almost drunk just from a glimpse of her

flesh.



She kept her eyes locked on the camera as she reached behind her and undid the clasp. Kamal. saw the bra

loosen, and then she was stripping it down her arms and off. Her breasts bobbed free, the skin so smooth

Kamal longed to touch it, those perfect pink nipples just beginning to pucker.






 






Kamal asked her “Can you play with them for me?” he whispered, and she nodded. Her hands came up to

clutch her breasts, squeezing them gently...and then harder. Her thumbs went to work on her nipples and

Kamal watched them stiffen. Athidi simply took her firm breast by both hands and playing seductively to

tease her husband Kamal.... Kamal is without blinking his eyes he staring towards her firm big breast which


are playing by Athidhi.. But after some time..... Shhh.... sound came from her mouth. .. She also aroused


from his and her hot erotic actions...




     





She was no more than two feet from the camera and the view was magnificent, her long, soft hair cascading

down over her shoulders, her soft breasts in her hands. She looked like some pre-Raphaelite goddess of

ecstasy.




“Now the jeans,” Kamal said quickly. He’d positioned the laptop on a table this time, and he had his legs

tucked underneath. That meant he could stroke himself through my jeans, under the table, without it being

too obvious...and he started to do exactly that.







Athidhi stood up and pulled off her shoes and jeans, then stood there for a second in her panties. They were

in white Kamal saw, bright red briefs. ‘A surprisingly sexy choice, to wear under jeans for a day at work....had

she known she’d been stripping for me—guessed at what he’d want, after last night? Or was she dressing,

unbeknownst to them, for the guys on the island? Reacting to all that male attention by secretly dressing like

a slut, under her demure work clothes?’ He thought.









His wife Athidi now naked in front of lap tap  high quality camera. Her naked body glittering from laptap

Kamal slowly his hands reached to his cock under the table and slowly giving hand strokes to his cock.



She pushed the panties down her thighs and off. He saw her prepare to sit back down in the chair, looking

like some internet porn model.

She sat and Kamal asked her to move back a little, so that he could see her lower body. “Open your legs,” he

said without thinking.

She blinked at him.

Kamal suddenly reddened. “Sorry!” he told her. “I didn’t mean to order you around! I just—I’m sorry. I got

carried away.”

She looked at him and said. “It’s okay,” she said. He was normally good at reading her, but this time he

couldn’t tell... He think

—was she angry? Aroused? She slowly parted her thighs and her pussy was revealed, soft dark brown hair

and the silky softness of her pink lips. And then she opened her legs wider and the outer lips parted. The

camera was so good that Nitesh could see tantalizing pink inside...and even a hint of gleaming reflection.

She was wet. And kamal thinking to ask her one question and he dare and asked........



“Would you play with yourself again?” Kamal asked. He was almost panting. He is panting so she guess and

She asked him in return “You’re going to jack off, aren’t you?” and “You’re doing it right now, aren’t you?”

He considered lying, but nodded.....

In high arousal Athidi also asked him then “Show me yours"..







Kamal pushed back his chair from the table and unbuttoned his jeans, releasing his stiff cock. Stroking the

flesh was so much better than stroking it through the rough fabric and he gasped at how good it felt.

On screen, Athidhi was stroking two fingers up and down the lips of her pussy, staring straight at the camera.

In the corner of the screen, in a much smaller window, Kamal could see what she saw—him, sitting with my

cock out, one hand stroking it in a gradually escalating rhythm.



“God,” Athidhi was saying through the speakers. “God, I can feel you watching me.” Her fingers moved faster,

and Kamal thought he could see the shine of moisture on her lips, now. His own hand moved faster.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“I’m thinking about you fucking me,” Athidhi said, the words exploding out of her in a rush of air. Kamal’s

cock grew even harder—this was turning her on as much as him! She never normally talked like that! He could

feel himself ready to shoot.



“I’m thinking about—God—” Her voice was desperate, now, her fingers coming up to circle her clit. “I’m

thinking about your hard cock inside me!”




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That was all it took. Kamal exploded, hot ropes of cum erupting straight up out of his cock. It was too late to

grab a tissue or do anything else, so he had to just let it spray down onto his lap and the floor. His eyes were

locked on the screen, where Athidhi suddenly leaned forward and went rigid, her gasping face close to the

camera, lips parted in ecstasy....




And here his thick cume came after he carefully watching about Athidi's....

God. She was coming, right in front of me.

Kamal watched her. He watched every shudder and moan as the climax flowed through her, her breasts

swaying, her thighs locking tight around the hand between them. She finally flopped back in her chair, sated.

With an exhausted smile and a blown kiss, she ended the call.



Kamal  cleaned up and went to bed happy. In a weird way, this time apart was actually reinvigorating their

sex lives. Maybe they could use this time to open up about a few fantasies and—ironically—get closer. And

then, when she came back, things would be better than ever.


To be continued.............

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Kamal is pushing her to edge and make her to cheat him.

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So hot....

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So hot....

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Kamal is pushing her to edge and make her to cheat him.

Thankyou

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I think so being satellite connection the guys are also parallelyable to see the video call enjoying Athidi naked calls. The moment fantasy is spilled out the guys will take over live and devour athidi fullest. Great storry and narration. @suresh123

Thank you so much

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Update 9

A week went by.

Kamal’s new routine went well. HeHe got ahead in his work, hit the gym every day and tried not to eat

complete crap. The house was eerily quiet, though.

The highlight of each day was my call with Athidi. They had a few nights when they just talked normally and

for a while he was worried, he’d upset her, and that she wouldn’t want to show herself on camera for him

again.

But on the third night, Kamal was feeling horny again and so was his wife.

"Hi, baby," Kamal said, his eyes glued to the computer screen. Athidhi's image popped up, her face framed by

the soft glow of the her room's lamp. "How are you?"

"I am fine, kamal," she replied with a tired smile. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, the distance

between them seeming to shrink for a brief moment. "I've miss you so much."

Kamal nodded; his voice thick with longing. "I've missed you too, Athidhi”.

Athidi sighed, letting the bathrobe slip open slightly, revealing the curve of her breast. "Well, it was a busy day

today but I've had a bit of downtime, but nothing quite as relaxing as being with you."

Kamal's heart rate spiked at the sight. "You know what would help you unwind?" He raised an eyebrow

playfully.

Athidhi bit her lower lip, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "What's that?" she teased, her voice

dropping to a whisper. She knew what Nitesh wanted. She was in a bathrobe anticipating what was going to come.

Kamal leaned closer to the screen, his hand idly adjusting his own comfort. "A little... private show," he

suggested, his voice low and seductive.

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Athidhi's smile grew mischievous as she glanced around the room, ensuring no one could see her and the door was locked. She reached for the tie of her bathrobe, the anticipation building. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
Kamal grin widened. "Oh, I've been handling it for ten days now. Just not quite in the way I'd like," he said, his hand moving more deliberately.

Athidi giggled, a sound that sent a shiver down kamal's spine, and slowly began to untie the knot of her

bathrobe. The fabric fell away from her shoulders, revealing her bare skin, flushed from the warmth of the

shower. She let the robe slip down her arms and pool around her waist, her full breasts bouncing slightly as

she did so. Kamal's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his wife's naked torso, the way the light played

over her curves and valleys, creating shadows that only served to highlight her beauty.





Her hands moved down to the waistband, her eyes never leaving Kamal's. With a tantalizing slowness, she

pushed the robe down over her hips, her legs coming into view. Her skin was smooth and glowing, a

testament to the luxurious hotel skincare she'd been indulging in. Kamal's eyes travelled down her body,

taking in every inch of her that he hadn't seen in far too long. The fabric hit the floor, and she stepped out of

it, standing before him in all her glory.







His own hand had moved to his lap, and without conscious thought, he began to stroke himself, the sight of

Athidhi's nakedness driving his arousal to new heights. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each

breath, her nipples peaked and hard, the same way they got when he kissed her neck and whispered sweet

nothings in her ear.

Athidhi noticed his movements and a wicked glint entered her eyes. She mirrored his actions, her hand

sliding down her belly to the juncture of her thighs. With a flick of her wrist, she parted her folds, revealing


the wetness that had been building since the moment she saw his face on the screen. She began to circle

her clit with her middle finger, the sound of her moist flesh against her finger sending waves of desire

through the digital ether to kamal.

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Kamal groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to stroke himself more firmly. The sight of her

touching herself was more arousing than he could ever have imagined. He felt a connection to her that

transcended the distance, as if he could feel her touch on his own skin. His other hand reached out, as if to

caress her, but of course, all he felt was the cold glass of the computer.



Athidhi's movements grew more deliberate, her eyes darkening with desire as she watched kamal's hand move

up and down his length. She spread her legs wider, giving him a better view of her slick folds, her thumb

playing with her clit while two fingers dipped inside her. She gasped, the sensation of her own touch only

heightening the ache she felt for her husband's touch.







Kamal's strokes matched the rhythm of her hand, his breaths growing more ragged as he watched her. He

could see the flush spreading across her cheeks, her mouth slightly open as she moaned softly. The sound of

her pleasure was like a symphony, each gasp and whimper music to his ears. He wished he could taste her,

feel her heat around him, but for now, he was content with the visual feast she offered.



"Baby, tell me what you want," Athidhi panted, her eyes glazed with lust.

Kamal's voice was strained, his hand moving faster now. "I want to see you come," he said, his eyes never p

leaving the mesmerizing sight of her fingers working her clit. "I want to hear you scream."

Athidhi's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure building within her like a storm. "Fuck," she moaned, her

voice hoarse with need. "I'm going to come for you."

"Tell me, baby," Kamal urged, his own voice tight with anticipation. "Tell me how much you want it."

Athidhi's eyes snapped back to his, the hunger in them unmistakable. "I want you so bad," she breathed. "I

want to feel your cock inside me, filling me up, making me scream."

Kamal's grip tightened around his shaft as he watched her fingers move in and out of her wetness, her thumb

circling her clit with a fierce determination. "Tell me what you'd do to me if I was there," he rasped, his own

climax approaching.

Athidhi's voice was a sultry whisper. "I'd take your cock in my mouth, baby. I'd suck you until you couldn't take it

anymore," she said, her eyes hooded with passion. "I'd feel you swell against my tongue, taste you."


Kamal groaned, his strokes becoming more frantic. "Oh, fuck, Athidhi. Yes," he murmured, his eyes never

leaving hers. "Take it deep, baby. Just like that"



Athidhi's eyes never left his, the connection between them as tangible as if they were in the same room. "I

want to feel you come, kamal," she whispered, her own hand moving faster as she watched the tension build in

his face. "I want you to fill me up."

Kamal's breath hitched, his strokes becoming erratic as he felt the orgasm approaching. "Fuck, Athidhi," he

moaned, his eyes squeezed shut for a moment. "I'm going to come. I can't hold it."

Athidhi's eyes widened, her own pleasure cresting at the sound of his desperation. "Do it," she urged, her voice

a breathless pant. "Come for me, baby."



Kamal's hand moved furiously over his cock, the head glistening with precum. "I'm going to fill you so full," he

groaned, his voice a guttural promise.

Athidhi's hips began to buck, her movements growing more frantic. "Oh, yes," she gasped, her voice a

symphony of need. "I want it all."

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby," kamal murmured, his eyes locked on hers as he felt the pressure build in his

balls. "You're going to make me come so hard."

"Yes, Kamal," Athidhi panted, her hand moving in tight, swift circles around her clit. "Come for me, baby. I want

to feel your hot cum splatter across my face."

Kamal'ss eyes widened at the vivid image her words painted, and his strokes grew more erratic. "Athidhi, you're

so fucking hot," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I'd fill your mouth so you couldn't breathe, and you'd

swallow every drop."

Athidhi's hand was a blur between her legs, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. "I'd swallow it all, baby,"

she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "And then I'd beg for more."

Kamal's hand was a blur on his cock now, his strokes rapid and erratic. "Oh, fuck, you're going to make me

cum," he groaned, his eyes glued to her.

"Do it," Athidhi breathed, her voice a siren's call. "Cum for me."

Kamal could no longer hold back the tide of pleasure that crashed through him. He threw his head back and

roared her name as he came, the warmth of his release spilling over his hand. His eyes snapped open to see

her, her hand moving rapidly as she watched him, her own climax approaching.

"Yes, baby, that's it," she encouraged, her voice a mix of lust and love. "Come for me. Show me how much

you've missed me."



Kamal's hand was a blur on his shaft as he watched Athidhi's beautiful face contort in pleasure. "Fuck, Athidi,

I'm so close," he gritted out, his eyes locked on hers.

Athidhi's own hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers dancing over her swollen clit. "Come for me," she

urged, her voice a needy whine. "Show me how much you want me."

Kamal's eyes never left hers, the intensity of the moment electrifying the air between them. "You're so wet,

baby," he murmured, his voice strained. "I want to bury my face between your legs and lick you until you

scream."



Athidhi's hips bucked harder; her eyes fluttering shut as she chased her release. "Fuck, Kamal," she moaned,

her voice breathy. "I want that so badly."

Kamal's hand didn't falter, his eyes never leaving hers. "And when I finally get to taste you again," he panted, "I'll

lick you clean, baby."

Athidhi's body tightened, the tension coiling in her belly as she listened to his words. "I'll ride you until you can't

take it anymore," she whispered back, her voice a seductive promise. "You'll feel me coming all over you."

Kamal's strokes grew more urgent, his breaths shallower. "Fuck, baby," he grunted. "I need you so much."

Athidi's eyes were glued to his face, her own body trembling as the waves of pleasure began to wash over her.

"Come for me, kamal" " she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "I'm so close."

Kamal felt his own climax approaching, the tightness in his balls growing unbearable. "Fuck, Athidi," he moaned, his hand moving faster and faster. "I'm going to come with you."

Athidhi's eyes never left his, the connection between them stronger than ever. "Come with me," she

whispered, her voice a sweet caress.

Kamal's body tightened as he felt his orgasm approaching. "Oh, fuck, baby," he groaned, his hand a blur as he watched her.

Athidi's breaths grew more ragged, her eyes never leaving his as the pleasure mounted within her. "Cum for

me," she urged, her own hand moving faster, her other hand playing with her nipples.

Kamal felt the familiar tightness in his balls, the pressure building as he watched his wife's hand glide over her clit. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," he groaned, the tension in his body coiling tighter.

Athidhi's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto his. "Me too," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. "Together, baby."

Kamal could feel it, the tension in his body reaching its peak as he watched her. He stroked himself faster, the

sight of her writhing in pleasure pushing him over the edge. With a roar, he came, his hot cum spurting out

and painting his stomach and chest. Athidhi's eyes went wide as she watched him, the sight of his release

setting her off. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking against her hand as she reached her own climax.

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Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her with a force that stole her breath. She cried out, her

voice a keening wail of pleasure as she came, her hand working her clit in a frenzy. Kamal's eyes were glued to

her, his own release still pulsing through him as he watched her ride the waves of pleasure.



When the intensity of her climax finally subsided, Athidhi's hand slowed, her chest heaving as she tried to

catch her breath. She collapsed back onto the chair, her legs wobbly and her skin slick with a fine sheen of

sweat. Kamals hand had stopped moving too, his cock still erect but no longer spurting its hot seed.

“That was awesome, kamal.” She said panting “This is the best we could do right now given our current situation”

They both said their good byes and disconnected the call.





A few days later, she sent him some photos she’d taken of life around the island. For the first time, Kamal got a

feel for the vast size of the place, and the isolation. One picture showed the view they woke up to every

morning: nothing but flat, featureless sea in every direction.

As if to compensate, the crew were clearly a tight-knit bunch. Kamal noticed the way the guys all stood close

together, without any of the artificial distance lawyers or doctors would have put between themselves. These

were guys who relied on each other every day—working in isolation wasn’t easy work and, just like in the army,

you need to know someone’s got your back as you are away from home for a long time. All of the guys were in

good shape—kamal could see the difference between the “t-shirt muscles” he saw at the gym and the bodies

these guys had, with thick biceps and broad backs built from hauling equipment around all day. They were in

better shape than plumber—the one he’d caught Athidi eying up.

Kamal thought ‘Three weeks. She’s there for three weeks!’

There was one photo in particular—sort of a classic pose. Kamal could imagine one of the guys suggesting it,

maybe goading Athidi into doing it.

Six guys stood in a line, complete with hard hats, and Athidhi was in front of them with everyone beaming at

the camera.





Then there was two of the shore were the men lined up in just jogging shorts with rippling muscles. Each of

them looked like they were in a Mr. India contest. In one of them she was posing with five of them on the shore

wearing a sexy jogging outfit. Looking at those well-built guys made me squirm uncomfortably with the same

old bad feeling that I kept having since the day she left.









Even with the bad feeling he was having; kamal was undeniably couldn’t help but notice that he was a little

aroused by the current predicament his wife was in. he couldn’t reason with himself as to why he was having

such feelings, maybe its just the teasing roleplaying sex that they were having since a year taking its toll or

could it be something more corrupt, more primal.

Kamal thought ‘Maybe I was paranoid….. Maybe………….’









After some days,

Kamal was calling Athidhi via video call. To his surprise Rahul picked up and he was butt naked

“Hey Kamal” Rahul He greeted.








Kamal could see his stiff thick cock dangling in front of the camera. Rahul was as muscular as the guys in the

photos Athidi had sent him that day. Being a guy, he couldn’t help himself marvel at model like physique of

Rahul. His eyes were sliding to peek at the cock bigger and thicker than his. Every time he tried to look at

Rahul's face he eyes kept slipping back to his cock. Kamal knew he wasn’t into that stuff he was just fascinated

by the marvel of it.

“She is tired and felt asleep after our third session. Let me wake her up for you.” Rahul’s words broke the

silence and brought back kamal too reality.

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Rahul smiled and moved away from the camera. That’s when kamal saw his wife sleeping naked as the day she

was born. Her skin glowing in the dimly lit room. He kissed her on the lips and woke her up. Athidi looked at

the camera smiling.

That’s when kamal woke up from his dream.

After that, He couldn’t sleep. He made himself a very large coffee, skipped the gym and spent the day

mooching around in a bad mood, telling himself that he was being ridiculous and paranoid. Athidi would never

cheat on him. No way!



Kamal forced himself to work, but as he sat on his office laptop staring at the screen instead. he found his mind

wandering to Rahul and that look he’d given Athidi as he’d left her room. Kamal wondered how closely he

worked with her. Was he finding excuses to be around her? Coming to her room to check up on her? Offering

to accompany her on runs around the island, so he could jog behind her and check out her ass? His

imagination ran riot.

And the weird thing kamal felt that he wasn’t angry about it. He was sort of turned on. And that in turn made

him angrier, until he didn’t know what he was feeling.

‘I should be jealous, not aroused!’, kamal thought to himself.

Eventually, staring out of the window with coffee mug in hand, kamal confronted it. Maybe it wasn’t so weird

that he was turned on by the whole situation. In a sense, even though he was the only guy not on the island

with Athidhi, he was the luckiest one. Everyone—including them and him—fantasized about her. But he was the


only one who’d actually fucked her, the only one who would ever fuck her. And while she’d been on the island,

he was the only one who’d seen her naked. The only one who’d shot his load alongside her own moaning climax.

Kamal felt himself relax a little after these thoughts. He even started to feel good about it. And what he

thought next seemed like just a natural progression.

‘She would never cheat on me.’ kamal said to himself

And she was the only woman on the island. He almost felt sorry for those other guys, lusting after her all day, l

Longing for just the smallest glimpse of her. Rahul, in particular. Kamal could tell he was crazy about her.

Then a wicked thought came to his mind,

What if…what if he encouraged her to give the guys just a taste? Or maybe even just Rahul. There was no harm

in that, right? He’d be like the rich man, dropping a few coins out of his castle window to the peasants.



This thought appealed to Kamal. He knew he was a little intimidated by the guys on the island—that old body

builder/geek thing, again. He wasn’t as tall, as strong, or as good-looking as them and, with all their hazard

pay, he probably didn’t even make as much money as them. Dangling Athidi in front of them would give him a

chance to feel powerful again.

Kamal turned the thought over and over in his mind. He needed to think on it some more before he risked

doing anything, but he could feel the excitement rushing through his veins. he was suddenly more fired up

than he had been in days.

In the meantime, kamal had another idea. He emailed Athidi and asked her if she’d shave herself bare for him.

He sat there staring at the email for almost an hour before finally plucking up the courage to send it. A few

hours later, a reply came back.

“Wait and see.”

Kamal counted the minutes until that night’s call. When she called, he was sitting there ready—by now, he’d

taken the precaution of bringing a box of tissues.

Two surprises greeted him. She was in a dress—which came as a surprise for kamal, that she’d even bothered

taking a dress to the island—and there was a bottle of red wine on the desk next to her keyboard.

“I thought I’d dress up for you a little,” she told kamal, and stood up to show him. The dress was a simple black

cocktail dress—about the most unsuitable thing possible for a near isolated island, which he supposed was

sort of the point. It had a deep “V” shaped neckline that showed off the sides of her fabulous breasts and

hugged her body down to mid-thigh, making the most of her shapely legs. She’d even gone to the trouble to

put on heels for him.

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Rahul smiled and moved away from the camera. That’s when kamal saw his wife sleeping naked as the day she

was born. Her skin glowing in the dimly lit room. He kissed her on the lips and woke her up. Athidi looked at

the camera smiling.

That’s when kamal woke up from his dream.

Damm - Kamal's dream sequences are too hot.
Not sure how the real act is going to be. It has to match or exceed these dream sequences.

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Damm - Kamal's dream sequences are too hot.
Not sure how the real act is going to be. It has to match or exceed these dream sequences.

Thank you bro..... Yes Kamal's fantasies grew more.... But now that is main turn point in their
 life

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“You look incredible,” Kamal told her. “What’s with the wine?”

She glanced at the bottle as if she’d forgotten it was there. “Oh! Rahul stopped by. He said it was a welcome

gift. We’re not meant to have alcohol on the island, but he sneaked it in for me. I doubt I’ll actually drink any

of it.”

Kamal’s mind was racing, ‘Rahul again. Visiting the cabin of a married woman to give her a bottle of wine. A

married woman who was away from her husband for three weeks.’ It was pretty obvious what he wanted. He

wasn’t going to get it—Kamal had complete faith in Athidhi—but the idea of it, of him angling for his wife...it

should have made Kamal mad—it did, in a way—but it turned him on, as well.

“Maybe you should have a glass,” Kamal suggested. “Seems a shame to waste it.”

Kamal didn’t know what he was thinking. Maybe he wasn’t thinking, except maybe with his cock. That notion

of corrupting her, again. And teasing another man, one who really wanted her.

She bit her lip nervously, eying the bottle...and then opened it. She had to use a tumbler, wine glasses not

being abundant on the island. But she poured a large glass and, as kamal watched, drank about half of it.



“Did you do it?” Kamal asked. his eyes were on her face—she’d put on a little more make-up than she wore

during the day, and she looked absolutely gorgeous: full lips and dark, smoky eyes. But every few seconds,

his gaze would dart down to her groin, hidden beneath the dress.

She looked at the camera shyly, but with just a hint of a smirk.

“Maybe....”

Kamal’s cock was already hard. “Show me!”







She stood up. Then she drank most of the rest of the glass of wine. She needed the extra courage, and as

kamal's’s excitement grew because that surely indicated that she’d done it, that she was nervous about

showing him her new look.



The dress was tight around her hips and, when she slid the hem up above her panties, it stayed there without

her holding it. She slowly hooked down her panties....



Nkamal let out a gasp. Her pussy was shaved completely bare, both the lips and the area above. he could see

every detail of her soft, pink lips—she was exposed as never before.


“You’re beautiful,” he told her. “Sit down like that.”

She sat, and with her legs slightly parted, my view was even better. She reached down between her thighs

and started to play with herself, fingertips skimming over her bare flesh. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she

told him.


Kamal nodded dumbly.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

about “Rahul,” Kamal said.

It was out before he realized he’d said it.

“Rahul?!” she asked incredulously.

Kamal hesitated, then nodded.

She stared at him for an explanation.

“I... like the idea of him wanting you,” he said lamely. It's my fantasy he told.

She blinked. “You think he wants me?”

‘She could be so naïve’, kamal thought. “Of course he does. All the visits to your room, making you feel

welcome. The wine. He’s hoping he can sleep with you.”

Her jaw dropped open. “You really think so?!” She leaned forward.

“kamal, I would never—”

Kamal shook his head. “Of course not! I know that.” he watched as she relaxed. “But....”

She waited. “But what?”

The mood changed, in that second. Time seemed to slow down. Every word was suddenly weighted, every

look important.



You remember how we started roleplaying to spice up our sex life, way back, and how we enjoyed every

time we did it?” I asked.

She looked perplexed and couldn’t figure out where this was going. “But this is different,” she said.

“I know.”

“And you didn’t like it the first time I suggested it. You were almost... shocked,” she said.

“I know. But I sort of...wasn’t. Or I was, but it didn’t mean I didn’t like the idea. And this is just the natural

progression, don’t you think?”

Kamal couldn’t believe what he was saying. But it was that sort of moment, when dark secrets spill out. They

were both leaning close in to our screens, utterly focused on each other.

“You’d like me...to have sex with another man?” she asked slowly. She looked amazed...but also aroused.



Since their first role play session and seeing how Kamal warmed up to the whole thing, Athidi sensed that

kamal had such hidden desires bottled up inside of him. Maybe there are more such fantasies that he

harbours but couldn’t muster the courage to confess them to her in the flesh. Being away from her may have

ignited those desires and fantasies and he in his way is trying to act on them.

Kamal brought her out of her thoughts sating, “I don’t know if I’d want it to go that far. But...I like the idea of

other men wanting you. Of them trying to seduce you. Does that make sense?”

She nodded slowly.




“Where does Rahul bunk?” he asked.

“Just down the corridor,” she said quietly.

They both just stared at each other for a moment.

“What if you went and knocked on his door...” kamal said. “And invited him into your room to share the rest

of the wine?”

Athidi Wonder took a long, shuddering breath in. “Are you sure, Kamal? I don’t want to do something we’ll

regret.”

“Do you like him?” I asked.

She hesitated.

“It’s okay,” Kamal pushed her.

“Really.”


“Yes,” she said at last. “He’s pretty hot. And he seems like a nice guy. Yes. I like him.”



They both stared at each other again. A movement caught kamal’s attention, out of the corner of his eye. Her

hand, down between her thighs, had stopped moving while they’d been talking. But now she was stroking

herself again.

“How far would we go?” she asked, “if we did this?”

Kamal considered. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, exactly. He just knew that the idea of some guy lusting

after his wife Athidi made him harder than he’d thought possible. He hadn’t had a drink, but it felt like he

was drunk, intoxicated by the idea of it.

“What if...you let him kiss you?” kamal said breathing heavily now. “And then told him that you’re married,

and sent him packing?”

She stared at him. “This is insane,” she said suddenly. But her fingers didn’t stop moving.

“What if you let him kiss you?” he asked again.

“You’d really be okay with that?” she asked.

Kamal hesitated, thinking about it hard. The idea of Rahul’s lips on hers...there was some part of him, the

caveman part, that exploded into white hot rage at the idea. But there was another part, equally strong, that

stirred into life, dark as oil. He nodded at the end.

Another big mistake:
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Kamal told her “But I want to watch,” he told her. “You have to leave the camera on.” I want to watch Rahul what will do with you... "

She smiled suddenly, as if the ridiculousness of the whole thing had just occurred to her. She didn’t believe

that Kamal would actually go through with it. She remembered how Kamal reacted when she blurted out the

idea of trying role play to spice up their marriage after they both had a lot of drinks.

She told to Kamal "If camera on then he will see “He’ll see it’s on.”

“Not if you minimize the chat program.” he replied.

She glanced at the door, and kamal knew she was imagining the corridor outside, and Rahul’s door.




She again asked" "what if you changed our mind not to progress with Rahul then how we


. “We need a way to communicate.” for stop or continue....



After a little experimenting, Kamal found that even when the chat program was minimized, it displayed the

last message received in the task bar at the bottom of the screen. He could send a one-word message and

she’d see it, even if she just glanced at the screen. We agree on GREEN and RED for “Keep going” and

“Stop”. She wouldn’t be able to talk back, of course, or Rahul would realize what was going on.

She shook her head. “We can’t,” she said. “We’re married.” it's cheating she asked Kamal".


It’s not cheating if I’m okay with it,” Kamal told her.

“What is it, then?” She poured herself another glass of wine and took a gulp. “’Swinging?’”

“It doesn’t have to be anything, apart from one crazy night. Just a one-off thing. As far as Rahul knows, he

tried his luck, got as far as a kiss and was turned down. That’s it.”

She hesitated.

“You do want to do it, right? I mean, you like him?” Kamal asked.

Athidi looked at her husband very seriously as if trying to read his mind, and then nodded. Kamal could see

the gleam in her eyes. She wanted to, but she couldn’t believe kamal, her loving husband was allowing her to.

“It’s okay,” he assured her again. “Go and knock on his door. Have fun. I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”

She stared at kamal for another few seconds. “I love you,” she told me suddenly.

“I love you, too.”

Kamal saw her lean forward and click something on her laptop. An icon appeared to tell him that she’d

muted him at her end. It seemed like a good idea at the time—they didn’t want to alert Rahul and Kamal

might accidentally gasp or moan or something. Athidi minimized the chat program had closed down to the

taskbar at the bottom.



Kamal watched as Athidi opened her door and looked both ways down the corridor. Then it hit him that she

was in a dress, and heels. Of course, she wouldn’t want to be seen by the rest of the crew. She slipped out,

and he took the opportunity to run to the kitchen and grab himself a beer.



He got back first and sat there nervously waiting. Would she do it, or chicken out? Would Rahul come back to

the room with her? What if kamal was wrong about Rahul, and his intentions were completely honourable?

Would he think she was trying to seduce him?

The door opened and kamal sat up straight in his chair".....


Continue.......... For Main event.......... What happens...........