Adultery Sahana: Honeymoon by dhaka1989

[pastispresent]

Sahana: Honeymoon

by dhaka1989

Note: If you have not read "Sahana: My, Once Shy, Bengali wife", please do so, as this story is a sequel to that.


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We landed on Bali Ngurah Rai Airport in the Monday morning. A car from the hotel picked us up and drove us straight to our hotel. We were tired as we had no sleep and had to get on the plane very late after midnight and then later take a connecting flight. But we still did not want to waste the day and decided to plough through it. As we got to our hotel resort in Nusa Dua, we discovered that it was the perfect fit for us. It was a villa, with a bedroom and a sitting space outside with tables. The bedroom had a bathroom and a toilet space, that was completely open and only a curtain to cover them. The bedroom had glass walls and a glass door that led out into sitting space outside and the pool. The glass walls and remote controlled door had electric curtains. There was another villa that was on the other side of the pool, like ours only inverted. 

So for the first day, we changed and we went shopping as we wanted to get that out of the way, so we went to Kuta and looked around in the malls. Sahana wanted to buy Sarongs and I needed to get a pair of beach shorts as the pair I had was quite old. Although the prices were not exorbitant, they were kind of expensive. Sahana got a Green coloured sarong. 

Seeing pictures Anis's wife Faria in swimsuits that he made her wear for his birthday had given me an idea. On the plane ride to Bali, as my birthday was after next week, I told her that I wanted an early present and it had to be what I wanted. She gave me a confused look not knowing whether to agree or not before realizing what I was about to ask her. Maybe she thought of the same thing or had the same idea, I did not know, but she did not need me to spell it out to read my mind. She did not say yes or no and kept me hanging. But I kept trying to convince her, to give me a definite answer. I told her how she should experience different things like other tourists did and that she could always wear a sarong if she felt self conscious. I told her how one piece suits were modest and did not show much and would not be daring. Told her how in two piece suits, the bottoms were just smaller hot pants and that the tops were just T-shirts with mid-riff showing. She simply laughed and said nothing conclusive. 

So later in Kuta, I took the issue in my own hand. And after a while of shopping in Kuta, I took her to a swimwear store, holding her hand, not telling her beforehand where we were going and just entered. I found about the store in the internet and so it was not hard to find and the reviews said that it had all kinds of swimwear. I asked the store clerk to show us some styles. I wanted to ease Sahana in into everything. So I made Sahana try out a one piece suit and a two piece suit, while buying a third suit without her knowing. I told her that after wearing a one piece suit, if she felt comfortable, she could try the two piece suit. I made it sound that she had a choice. She was a person who liked running the show. 

We decided that for the next couple of days we would get through all the tourist-things we had in our itinerary. Like visiting visit Obud's streets and art galleries, watch Balinese Barong dance, visit Monkey temple, visit Uluwatu temple, and trek to waterfalls. And after all that was over we would simply chill in the swimming pool, get spa treatments, spend a day at the beach and go clubbing, that sort of thing. Sahana would wear shorts, denim hot pants with ends at the same height as the rise, short summer dresses for the rest of the trip. She even brought thongs so that the panty-line in her dresses would not be seen when she sat or bent over and that she just wanted to try thongs. She showed as much legs in these dresses as possible as her legs were one of her best assets. Also, most of the other female tourists were wearing relatively skimpy clothes. She had also worn TEE crop tops that showed six inches of midriff with denim hot pants when we trekked the Tegenungan waterfall. But as all lot of the female tourists were wearing swimsuits, so her attire was rather conservative. I told her, 'see, nobody is being prudish over here, all the beaches, pools and spas are going to be like this.' I suggested that the next time we go into the places with water; she could experiment with her clothing.

We shared our villa space with another couple that lived on the villa opposite ours with the common pool in between. We bumped into them once as we were in our room and they were walking past. As to get out of their villa space, they had to walk past ours. Our villa, which was cheaper, was closest to the door leading out to the lobby. Of the couple, the guy, a white Australian was in his mid sixties, and the women, who looked Arab or middle eastern with a middle eastern English accent, was about in her early to mid thirties. Although, they introduced themselves as husband and wife, I felt fishy by the way they acted. Also they had a noticeable age difference. The guy, named Mark, was a charmer, really funny and friendly. He looked like one of those people whose age did not get in the way of an active lifestyle, but he did sport a ponch belly, whereas the women, Laila, looked like some light cream coloured goddess with a heavy top area, with a sharp nose and curly hair. She looked awkward when Mark told us that they were married and did not even give us courtesy smile. Maybe Mark was nervous, after seeing us brown Asian couple and upon introduction straightaway knowing that we were form Bangladesh, thinking that we may be conservative and think of them badly if we knew that they were not married or something like that. I noticed Mark eyeing up my wife. Who wouldn't?

So after the days our tourist spree ended, we went to the beach near our villa. The beach was not crowded and was mostly visited by the residents of the nearby resorts. Sahana was wearing the one piece she brought here in Kuta, and wore a T-Shirt over the suit, so only the bottom half of the suit was showing. The suit was of an electric floral print. The bottom covered most of her ass only leaving bottom part of her ass cheeks out. 'You like looking at those girls aren't you?' She asked, her head pointing at a trio of young women, possibly in their late teens or early twenties, wearing skimpy bikinis, with all three lying on their fronts on a blanket, soaking up the sun. 

'They do look nice, I must admit,' I replied, 'You would look nicer, miles better than them, if you loosened up a bit.'

'Don't get me wrong, I want to,' she said, 'but for a part of me, is still not easy. It's a mental block.' 

I nodded, 'look at the girl in the middle,' I said, 'look at her ass; she is wearing a thong, putting herself on display. And nobody is telling her to stop and people walking past is drinking her view and is appreciating it. You don't have to worry about loosening up here.'

She looked at me, took hold of my chin and said, 'if you think I am going to wear a thong bikini, forget it. This is a public beach.' 

'What happened to the girl who told me "let the look for all they want", what happened to her?' I teased her.

'Oh that... I was really horny when I said it and the thing is that for a Bengali girl like my word like 'Bikini' and 'swimsuit' create a barrier that is hard to overcome.

Then she took her sarong from her bag, tied it round her waist, and took her T-shirt off, leaving her top half of her suit out in the open. Its neck was round cut and deep and showed a lot of cleavage. She was going at it step by step. Also, I discovered that my wife was not into the idea of exhibiting herself to complete strangers. She liked the excitement and taboo of showing off to person she knew or met. So a random beach unveiling was not exciting her.

To our rescue, Mark and Leila, our neighbor showed up, waived at us from a distance and came towards.

'Hey fella,' he said and came and shook my hands, and went and took my wife's hands for a shake and gave her a kiss on the cheek, the way usually westerners did. On the first day we met, he just shook hands with Sahana, maybe unsure how a Bengali woman would take to being kissed on the cheek. But now that he saw her in her attempt at a swimsuit, he felt maybe she would not mind, I thought. And not surprisingly, she did not show any sign of discomfort with the kiss. A just shook hands with his so-called wife, who was wearing a two piece bikini, where her top was a bit small for her boobs, and lots of side-boob was showing with a much revealed cleavage. I loved how free this woman was. 

We were speaking to them about the things we did in Bali the previous day and set up our blankets. They asked if they could join us as they knew no one else. I happily agreed. On mine and Mark's trip to get beer we left the women to set things up and have a chat, while we men talked about what we did and everything else. Mark was an Engineer who owned an Engineering firm and who recently retired with a butt load of money, leaving the business to his son, and now was just spending it as on vacations and traveling. I did not probe about his marriage to Laila. He was very frank and joked a lot, commenting on the scantily clad young women that were lying on the beach and that how wants to be young again to be with girls like that. 'Laila is very beautiful,' I said jokingly, 'you should be happy with beautiful Laila, and not look at girls so young.' And we laughed. 

'Haha thanks, your wife is also beautiful my man,' he said, 'you should consider yourself very lucky, very lucky.' I saw genuine honesty in the way he complemented my wife. 

After we went back with beers for everyone, we met the girls where we had left them; they were now sitting on the blanket. Laila did not care about modesty as she was sat with her legs spread. I tried my best not to look down there. Mark then started a conversation with my wife about how beautiful the beaches in Nusa Dua are and how relatively less crowded they are. Then he said, 'you know, I was just telling your husband, how beautiful you are and that he was lucky,' laughing, casually flirting with her. She blushed. 

After a while of chatting, with Laila actually joining in the conversation about the beaches in Syria where she is originally from, Sahana got up and took her Sarong off and stretched with her hands above her head and sat back down. Having Mark around made her exhibitionist mojo back and also maybe she did not want to be so outdone by Laila. Mark focused on Sahana's swimsuit material, 'what material is this? Looks pretty fancy,' he said, as he extended his hands to about to touch it, stopping. 'May I?' he asked first looking at me and then at her seeking permission. She looked at me, looking straight at me and nodded a yes. I was not surprised. Mark extended his hand further and lightly grazed her stomach area, 'fantastic fabric, so smooth,' he said. 

'I chose that for her,' I said, trying to take credit. 

'Good choice,' he commented and then grazed his hands down to her hip, near her groin area and two of his fingers went under her suit and held the suit material between the thumb and fingers. He was holding it and looking at it, as if he was inspecting it like an expert. Sahana wasn't minding any of this and so wasn't Laila. 

So we chatted some more. I was on the side taking pictures on my phone, of the beach and of Sahana. Then I asked Mark to take some couple shots of Sahana and I. I stood with my arms around her, holding her waist, then another one where I was holding her face and was kissing her. In the next one, she was standing in front of me, with me holding her around her stomach. Then for the next shot, I made her turn her back to the camera at an angle, her face turned towards Mark, arms around my neck and my hand at her hip. Mark paused, shook his head sideways, came towards us, took my hand from my waist and placed it on her ass. 'Much better,' he said, 'you guys married not long ago, show some passion.' He clicked some more. I then took some pictures of him and Laila, where they were both sat on the blanket with him, behind her, in the last picture he was cupping her breast. He made it seem so normal and natural. After a while Laila got up and left to find a public toilet as she needed to pee. Mark did not bother accompanying her. 

The Sahana suggested, 'Mark let's take some photos.'

'Oh yes please,' replied Mark, with a grin. She did not need to ask me or want my approval for it; she knew I was already game. 

So they stood and took photographs, with the sea at the back, first one was tame with them in side hugs and was followed by the next one with Sahana kissing his cheeks as her held her tight, his hands on her lower back. For the next photograph, she had her back to him as she leaned against him, his crotch and her ass touching highly likely, his hands around her waist on her stomach. They were doing the same routine that mine and Sahana's couple pictures were. I knew what the next photograph was going to be and I was right. She turned her back to the camera and head turned towards it, while Mark's right hand came around was slowly inching towards her ass cheeks. How Sahana would react to it, was all I thought. Then to both my relief and disappointment, when Mark's hands actually touched her ass for a second, she immediately pulled his hands up to his waist. Luckily I had caught both of those hand positioned shots on camera. She had longs legs and a scrumptious ass; he was probably dying to get his hands on it.

As their photo session ended, Sahana came towards me and whispered to me in Bengali so Mark had no idea, 'How was it?' as her left eyebrow danced peeking over her sunglasses. Her right hand then brushed on my suit to find my cock stiff. She had her answer. 

'How much did you like it? I asked, as I felt the front of her pussy and it was wet, we had not gone to the water yet. Her back was towards Mark and her body was covering my hands touching her pussy. She sheepishly laughed, embarrassed that she had been caught red handed. I realized that not having Laila, Mark's wife, around had made her bolder, bold enough to initiate teasing. 

Laila came back and we chatted some more, mostly politics and about the latest terrorist attacks in Europe, before going to the water for a swim. Laila, who I found to be very quiet, being a Syrian, gave us her opinion of the middle crisis, and from what I could gather from her, she was probably a silent supporter of her President. 

I was by now quite sure that Mark and Laila were not married, but I could not point to it exactly why I thought so. Nothing happened all afternoon, except us men taking peeks at each other's partner. Laila was physically a very gifted woman, and gave off aura that she was very sexual. It was her full lips and the sharp straight nosed face, coupled with her zeal to expose her body, which gave off that aura.

After spending a whole day and staying for the sunset, we headed back. We then got invited to go to a spa day the next day with Mark and Laila, followed by clubbing in the evening. Mark promised that he would make all the arrangements. Although Mark was old enough to be our father, he was treating us as if we were his friends. 

That night we made love that night will full passion and managed to come at the same time. I had put a lot of effort into foreplay and oral sex for that to happen and I was glad when it did. As we lay on our bed, Sahana turned towards me and said, 'you know, when we were taking pictures, with my back to him, I actually felt his hardness on my ass, you know. I hope you don't mind.'

I made a "brushing away" movement with the right hand, a gesture we Bengalis made, to signal that it wasn't a problem. 'He is not the first one whose hardness you ass has felt,' I said.

'Of course it was Anis's. You are right,' she said.

'How did that feel?' I asked her, looking into her eyes.

She thought for a moment, 'he was wearing boxers and I had just bent down. I was half-expecting him to be hard,' she said caressing my chest, 'I was just trying to tease him. So when I sat on him, I felt it against my ass you know, so in reflex I, without thinking, rubbed against it, till his "thing" set right in between my ass. I did not think what I was doing. I just did it. You don't think bad of me do you?' She said with her puppy dog expression. I gave her kiss to answer her question.

'Did you like it?' I asked, immediately regretted asking. She did not answer me, ignoring the question, and simply got on top of and put my already erect cock into her. 

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The next day we went up to the spa with Mark and Laila. Mark and I did not want to do much, so we decided to lounge about, have a few drinks, chat and accompany the girls if we can as they did their stuff. They came out in robes and went inside doing the usual foot spa and head massage, the usual stuff, while we men sat outside near at massage table for them to come out to us. 'I had found a good masseur; Laila had asked for a massage by strong hands, to her all those female-masseur's soft hands don't cut it,' Mark informed in a matter-of-factly manner. 'You see men don't usually massage female clients here, so it had to be specially arranged.' I understood that he had to pay good money for that. So after an hour, the girls came out, giggling. Sahana was easy going, so it was possible she had managed to befriend a cold, unconcerned character such as Laila. Sahana did not want to have a massage. 'We can't afford it, we already spent a lot,' she whispered to me in Bengali when she asked if she wanted a massage too, 'anyways we have Subhas-kaka, our personal masseur,' she said with a wink. I laughed at her naughtiness. I also realized she was not comfortable having a stranger touch her like that. 

The masseur came out, Daniel, a Philippine, as he introduced himself and set the table. Then Laila opened her robe and gave us a twirl in her Bikini that she was wearing under her robe, the same one she was wearing yesterday at the beach. She got on to the table on her front and the masseur untied the knot of the bikini top at the back and the strings fell sideways. He went into his work as he poured oil onto her body and started massaging her back. After massaging her back, her went down to her legs, as he bunched the bikini bottom further into her ass crack exposing most if not all of her butt cheeks. With vigor he massaged, kneading her butt then rubbing his hands on her legs down to her foot it one motion. As her massage went on and we stared at Daniels performance and Laila's body, Sahana who was sat beside me, leaned in and whispered into my ears, 'Subhas-kaka's is no way near Daniel's talent.'

I turned myself away from Laila's heavenly body being manhandled and looked at Sahana, 'Subhas-kaka is probably a child in front of Daniel's abilities,' I said. I noticed Daniel had a hard on that had formed under his trousers, kept from going full mast probably because of his trousers and underwear. Sahana noticed it too, as I saw her stare at the cock hardening.

'Let's learn all we can from Daniel as we have to teach Subhas-kaka as we can,' she said with a broad smile. I was confused as to what was in store for us once we got back. 

Daniel used a lot of techniques, elbows, knuckles, fingertips to push into Laila's back, legs, feet and ass. All this time Laila, who did not seem at all uncomfortable from getting a total body rubdown from a man she had never met before, was moaning every now and then. After fifteen minutes of massaging, it ended; Daniel helped her tie the knot of her top and helped her to get up. The women told us men to go to the private pool filled with hot spring water. While we were walking up to it, Mark pulled me aside, 'Alright Ali, you have probably figured this by now,' he said, 'Laila and I am not married.' I nodded.