26-06-2020, 07:00 PM
Chris didn't know what she meant but Nagesh knew. She was referring to their rule that nothing happens unless they both agreed it could.
Once again, Chris shrugged mentally. Why would he care what it meant? He was getting what he wanted and what a ride this was going to be.
Pumping slowly at first but he soon increased his pace. The two lovers were primed to fever pitch. Chris knew that it wouldn't take long before they would both reach their climaxes. Neither could, would or wanted to wait.
Both sets of hips were in motion as they humped again and again against each other, Chris trying to penetrate as deeply as he could go and Aarti trying to clasp onto his cock and draw him into her.
Suddenly the two lovers burst into simultaneous orgasms. All restraint was lost. They grunted and groaned, moaned and mewled. Their passions drove away any pretence of human thought. They rutted like animals.
And then it was over. Both lay still for a few moments. They were spent, exhausted, trying to catch their breath. The odour of sweat and sexual juices permeated the stateroom.
Finally, Chris dismounted slowly, carefully holding onto the condom to prevent leakage. He removed it once he had completely withdrawn, carefully wrapped it up in toilet paper, and dumped into a bag provided by the ship for the disposal of sanitary products.
Chris turned to Nagesh. "You're a lucky guy. She's one hot babe."
"She's not done, though," Nagesh replied. "Now she has to deal with me."
With that, Chris left, never to be seen again. They never learned his last name. Nagesh locked the stateroom door behind him.
There was a vacancy to fill. He took Chris's place between his wife's legs. Her come-hither look was all the invitation he needed, as if he needed one. Husband and wife fucked until they came, showered and then fell into a deep sleep.
Neither Aarti nor Nagesh spoke about the last night on the ship until they got home. Both knew it was a night they would never forget.
Since their children happened to come for March break, they agreed to hold off any discussion about it until their children had gone back to university. It gave them time to mull over the significance of what happened.
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Once again, Chris shrugged mentally. Why would he care what it meant? He was getting what he wanted and what a ride this was going to be.
Pumping slowly at first but he soon increased his pace. The two lovers were primed to fever pitch. Chris knew that it wouldn't take long before they would both reach their climaxes. Neither could, would or wanted to wait.
Both sets of hips were in motion as they humped again and again against each other, Chris trying to penetrate as deeply as he could go and Aarti trying to clasp onto his cock and draw him into her.
Suddenly the two lovers burst into simultaneous orgasms. All restraint was lost. They grunted and groaned, moaned and mewled. Their passions drove away any pretence of human thought. They rutted like animals.
And then it was over. Both lay still for a few moments. They were spent, exhausted, trying to catch their breath. The odour of sweat and sexual juices permeated the stateroom.
Finally, Chris dismounted slowly, carefully holding onto the condom to prevent leakage. He removed it once he had completely withdrawn, carefully wrapped it up in toilet paper, and dumped into a bag provided by the ship for the disposal of sanitary products.
Chris turned to Nagesh. "You're a lucky guy. She's one hot babe."
"She's not done, though," Nagesh replied. "Now she has to deal with me."
With that, Chris left, never to be seen again. They never learned his last name. Nagesh locked the stateroom door behind him.
There was a vacancy to fill. He took Chris's place between his wife's legs. Her come-hither look was all the invitation he needed, as if he needed one. Husband and wife fucked until they came, showered and then fell into a deep sleep.
Neither Aarti nor Nagesh spoke about the last night on the ship until they got home. Both knew it was a night they would never forget.
Since their children happened to come for March break, they agreed to hold off any discussion about it until their children had gone back to university. It gave them time to mull over the significance of what happened.
* * *