Adultery Sahana: Honeymoon by dhaka1989

[pastispresent]

'I already figured that out,' I said. 


'I was worried what you guys would have thought,' he said, 'whether you would have accepted or be friendly with us knowing that Laila is like a "pleasure companion",' he kept his hands on my shoulders and continued, 'I don't like the word escort, its degrading.'

'You are like her sugar daddy?' I asked. 

He laughed whole heartedly, 'of sorts,' he replied.

We men got into this tiny pool, with water pouring in from a dragon statue's mouth at one corner. We relaxed in the warm water and waited for the girls, and after a while saw them approach. Laila had washed off the oil and maybe Sahana was helping. They soon approached us, Laila was wearing her bikini that she was wearing and Sahana was still wearing that same robe. I in the hurry in the morning had not noticed what suit she packed and had forgotten to ask her. Scenes of Laila being rubbed down had occupied my mind for a bit and also her being an escort of sorts had made the thing even hotter. 

Laila got into the pool and sat beside Mark. Mark (I think) and I were in anticipation of what Sahana was wearing inside her, as she opened her robe slowly; we discovered Sahana was actually wearing the black two piece bikini I got her. She had one hand covering her breasts and the other one covering her bottom crotch area, shy from all the exposure. 'Relax..' I said as she came towards us in the water, then she looked at me and then at Mark, keeping eye contact and dropped her hands. Her top part was a triangle top that was tied behind her neck and back. Her full breasts had filled out her bikini top, her breasts pressed together and ample cleavage was showing with her long necklace resting on the valleys of the cleavage. Her hair was tied in a messy bun and entire back was naked except for the strings that tied her tops. Her bikini bottom was tie sides and left half of her ass exposed, seen by Mark and I, as she turned and sat between Mark and I. She could have sat on the other side of me, but she had chosen to be in-between us men, with their arms touching. I leaned in and gave her a full kiss, whispering to her of how proud I was of her. We were sat on steps inside the pool and the water came till our upper chest and Sahana's bikini clad tits were bobbing and coming up the water level every now and then and I saw Mark checking it out. 

We all relaxed for a bit and made small talk. I noticed that Sahana had started to relax in the warm water. I realized that her inhibitions had been significantly lowered in this trip and that she had worn a two piece bikini for the first time. I had to make a point of it. 

'Mark... Laila,' I announced, 'my beautiful Sahana is has turned a new leaf in this trip and have worn a two piece bikini for the first time.' My shy wife started to go red and then playfully punched me in my stomach.

Mark clapped, even Laila clapped as well. 'Sahana, darling,' Mark complemented, 'you look beautiful, you should wear them more.' Sahana thanked us, still shy and looked down. Mark not missing the opportunity to spice things up had called me, 'Ali, give me your phone; let's take some pictures of your bride.' I got up, went to where our phones were, got back and handed him my phone. Sahana in the meantime didn't need any coaxing as she proudly stood, water dripping from her body. 

Mark took some photographs as she posed, hands on hip, looking sideways, all those sorts of things. Then I was asked to join her and we posed for two or three shots. Then to my surprise Laila came up, and we posed with Sahana on my one side and Laila on my other. I had my hands on both of the girl's hips as they had theirs on my. Then I was sat on the edge of the pool, my legs spread, with the two girls straddled my legs each and leaned against me with my hands on their stomach. It was wonderful having Laila so close to me, knowing that she and Mark had no relationship to speak of, I was bit more relaxed touching her. Mark then instructed only Laila and I to pose standing up in tight embrace with both of us looking at the camera, one of boobs crushing into my chest. 'Mark lets make this pose sexy,' he said, as he came to us and put my hand that was grazing her lower back and pulled it to her ass cheek, most of which was outside her suit and making me cup it. Sahana immediately shot me a look and the look I gave back to her was of helplessness as if I had no say in this. But I was in heaven.

'This is just for photographs,' Mark announced, sensing some unease within me. I was cupping her ass for quite some time as Mark fiddled with the phone camera settings before clicking it. Then upon Mark's direction I left the frame and Sahana entered. He made them hug each other with their face to the camera, and Laila immediately upon holding her put her hands on Sahana's ass cheeks and Sahana laughed and did the same to Laila. After that shot something strange happened, Laila came out of the frame and took the camera from Mark and Mark replaced her immediately, as Mark embraced a laughing giggling Sahana in a tight hold. Then they did the same pose Laila and I did, with Mark cupping my wife's ass with his right hand palm. Sahana froze, and Mark announced again, 'this is just for photographs,' and whispered something in Sahana's ears and she unfroze, and unlike last time she did not make him move his hands upwards. Laila took the picture, Mark gave one last squeeze on Sahana's ass and released her, and Laila then handed Mark the camera as he saw the shot on the screen. 

A thought immediately crept into my mind: was this photo session planned by Mark and Laila to get Sahana and me physically freer with them? To put my thoughts to rest, Mark presented my phone to me and pronounced to Sahana and I that the picture set was a small honeymoon gift from Mark and Laila and that if we wanted; Sahana and I could email him the pictures to him later. We stayed for a bit, talked about cricket, relaxed in the water, and then leaving for lunch, to meet again in the evening. 

We went back to our resort after lunch and Sahana and I lied down on the bed in the afternoon. Sahana asked me how Laila's ass felt when I touched it, I said, 'not as good as yours, she had soft massaged skin, but it did not match yours.' She laughed at the comparison and compliment. I asked her, 'what did Mark whisper into your ear as he was groping your ass?'

She after a moment said, 'he said that "as far as I can tell Ali wants you to be more adventurous and sexy." That's it that's what he said in a very calm manner. I was like he made you touch his wife's ass, and they are married. I thought having you ass touched and squeezed wasn't such a big deal and that you didn't say anything, I let it go. Are you mad that I let him touch my ass?' I was not inclined to reveal to Sahana the nature of Mark and Laila's relationship. I just wanted to see how she acted the rest of the way with Laila present as I was as sure Mark touched Sahana'sr ass once and would touch her ass again. 

'No,' I replied, 'I was proud of your ass and adventurous attitude, how good and confident, you looked. Ass touching is no big deal.'

We became naked in no time and Sahana got on her fours and I fucked her from behind as we looked at the pictures from the spa pool. When we finally got to the picture of Mark groping her ass in full freedom, I told her how hot it looked with her bikini covered boobs touching his chest and his hand cupping her ass, as if she is completely under his control, we both came. 

In the evening, when I came out for the shower I discovered Sahana was almost ready and was putting on makeup. She was wearing a 'bandage' black mini dress with the length that came to the mid of her thighs, that was tight and stuck to her like second skin. It had a low cut front and an open cut back, a cut that extended to the lower mid back. She accessorized her neck with a black choker. I quickly got ready to find that she was ready and was wearing her kitten heeled black ankle boots. It was quite clear looking at her that she was not wearing a bra underneath due to her low cut front and open back, but I could not tell if she was wearing panties or not as she showed no panty lines. So was she naked under her dress?

Before I could investigate, Mark and Laila knocked on our glass door. I opened to find Mark smartly dressed in shirt tucked in and straight jeans trousers. Laila was wearing a short purple coloured mini dress with a cowl neck cut low just below the boobs showing ample inner braless-side boob. The neck was halter design with tie closures. The dress was open back, bodycon silhouette, with side slits, tight around the ass, and of a length that reached just above mid thigh. She topped the outfit off with beige pumps with ankle straps. Her curly hair was tied up, leaving her neck bare, making her entire getup sensational.

Mark and I kissed each other's spouses in cheek and shook each other's hands. Sahana was finding cheek kisses normal now. After the greetings were done as we all stood in our room, Mark stretched his hands and touched the dress material on the lower back of Sahana, keeping his hands there and said, 'Wow, what is this material, so smooth?' 

Sahana shrugged her shoulders, 'I have no idea', she replied, turning her head to look as Mark crept his fingers down to her ass cheeks.

I was on the other side of Mark and I too extended my hand and touched her ass with my fingers, pretending to feel the material, 'a mixture of spandex, I think,' I said. Mark smiled at me, his finger still tracing her ass.

'Oh yes, it's smooth,' he said. It was quite a scene as we both men from two sides were caressing Sahana's smooth ass cheeks, one for each. Laila had a smirk on her face. 

'Aren't you wearing panties?' I asked Sahana, acting as if I was shocked, 'I can't feel panty line?'

'You wicked men! It's called a thong Ali,' she replied, 'I can't go pantyless in such a short dress.' Even though she was not informed about Mark and Laila's 'client' relationship, Sahana by now had became more comfortable around Mark and less at unease while teasing him. 

Mark laughed and patted the ass cheek of Sahana that he was caressing. Sahana, although unbothered it seemed, lightly flinched; maybe she still needed time to adjust to touches by men other than me. He took his hand away and reached out to Laila who was near him, turned her around, and grabbed her ass. 'Laila goes pantyless,' he said, 'it's easier that way.' Laila called him a bastard and playfully pushed him away.

Mark called a taxi; the driver was his acquainted and would wait for us the whole evening. Mark knew the taxi driver because he had been here to Bali before and was quite good at keeping connections and contacts. He knew how to get things done it seemed, like earlier in the day he acquired the services of Daniel and made the spa allow Daniel, an outsider to massage a lady client. All four of us got into the back of the taxi. Mark and I had our respective partners on our lap. The whole way to the club, Mark was openly kissing and petting Laila, putting his hand under her dress to get to her pussy and cupping her breasts over her clothes. The girls were sat on our laps with their sides and sat towards each other with their knees touching. So from mine and Sahana's position we could see the whole show. Sahana had never another couple act so sexually in front of her before and that shock showed on her face

We reached the club and managed to find a table just beside the dance floor. The club was upscale and was basically like a big ballroom, with tables all around a massive dance floor. Men and women were well dressed and it did not look like the student 'nightouts' in Bali. The crowd consisted of what looked like people in their mid twenties to mid thirties on average. Mark remarked how he liked to go to these sort venues because it made him feel young, but avoided the trashy clubs where mostly young people wearing beachwear drank off their faces and rowdily danced and moved about. We ordered our drink; Mark and I had beer, Sahana tried Vodka Lemonade and Laila was drinking a screwdriver cocktail. Although there were hot skimpily dressed women in the club, Sahana and Laila were drawing attention because among all the Australians around both of the girls were visibly exotic and looked hot. One man, who looked in his thirties, actually come up to me and Sahana and said, 'I live in Australia, so I seldom get to see a brown women this hot, well done mate' and high fived me and left. Sahana was blushing like a little girl from that complement. 

After an hour we each had a fair few to drink, Sahana looked a bit buzzed as she was not much of a drinker and the vodka lemonade being a smooth drink, she didn't have to struggle to drink it. The DJ was playing remixed versions of international chart toppers and by now the dance floor had filled up. It felt awkward to try to talk to each other over the loud music, so I took Sahana's hand and led her to the dance floor. It was the first time she actually went clubbing. So I wanted her to have a good time and she liked to dance. We danced together for some time. The song was upbeat and Sahaa did most of the dancing, shaking her ass and body with the beat. I was mostly grabbing her in places as she danced, then I slipped behind her with her grinding me at my crotch area, as I was grabbing her boobs every now and then, tweaking her nipples. 

She was horny as after a while we were dry humping each other in the dance floor. We realized an audience had gathered around us, mostly men. I drew Sahana's attention to them and she stopped looked around, seeing them clapping at her performance, and sunk her head into my chest in embarrassment. Then after her embarrassment passed and horny exhibitionist tendencies took over. She straightened herself, put one her hand on my shoulders and looked back at them and shook her delectable ass with the song beat, sexily swaying it. I never imagined she had it in her. My so-called-liberated ex girlfriend wasn't even capable at this like Sahana is. The crowd was enjoying it and showed their appreciation with claps and hollers. Then suddenly the guy who had high fived me earlier at the tables, came towards us with a friend and started to dance with Sahana. I thought Sahana would reject them, but to my surprise she danced with them in return and that too right in front of me. They were now double teaming her, with her sandwiched between them, holding the guy's shoulders while grinding her ass into the friend's crotch, then after a while, she switched positions and was grinding into the main guy and leaning forward against the friend's shoulder. They each had briefly touched her ass and thigh while dancing with her. This went for a minute, and then before things could escalate, she broke the dance and came towards me, put her hand on crotch, to obviously finding me erect, gave me a crooked smile. She knew that I had enjoyed it and that I did not mind. The guys then came to us, high fived me and thanked us, giving a kiss on her cheeks from both sides.

We went back to our table; 'quite a performance there darling,' Mark shouted when we arrived, Sahana blushed, she was possibly embarrassed as she now knew Mark saw her dance with the two men. Mark and Laila had danced already. We got another round of drinks and quietly drank that, whilst Mark every now and then was shouting over the music of how he had never heard of these songs. After a while, a slow song came up, and Mark immediately got up and asked Sahana for a dance, Sahana looked at me, as if asking permission with her doe eyes, pleading and I did not have the heart to refuse her. I wanted to see how she would dance with Mark. I was also happy that she wanted my consent in these sorts of actions. 

As soon as they left for the dance floor, Laila came and sat beside me and said into my ears, 'from what I hear, you now know about mine and Mark's relationship.' I nodded and she smirked in return. 'You like it, when your wife teases other men?' She asked. That question was like an arrow into my soul, because I did not know how to answer it, keeping quiet. Then she did something really startling: she stretched her hand out and touched my crotch and found my cock to be hard, I froze, from not knowing how to react. 'You don't have to answer,' she said, 'now, come one lets go for a dance, let's see what your wife is up to,' as she took my hand and led me to the dance floor where Sahana and Mark were.

When Laila and got there, I saw Sahana had her arms around his neck, and his hands were around her lower back. There was some gap between them. They looked at Laila and me and gave us a nod, acknowledging our presence and continued dancing and so did we. I tried to keep my distance with Laila, but she smelled fantastic and soon her chest was crushing into mine as we danced. I glanced at them and their gap too had disappeared and now Mark was rubbing, what looked like his erection against her leg, while she swayed. In our end, Laila had slid her hand on my butt and held it there. Sahana who looked at my direction noticed that and soon she took her hands from around Mark's neck and put them on Mark's ass, to his pleasant surprise. This emboldened Mark and he slid his hands from Sahana's back to her ass cheeks and started fondling them over the dress, making her dress ride up to just below her ass cheeks. Laila had noticed that development and she took my hand and put it on the slit of her dress on the thighs and I automatically went inside on her bare skin rubbing her bottom ass cheeks. I realized that this had turned into a competition and I might have helped escalate it further. 

The double ass play for both of the duos went on for a bit, and soon Mark sliding up and down her thighs, had made Sahana's dress ride up more and the bottom of her ass cheeks was visible which Mark was now happily fondling. She getting her butt's bare skin rubbed was a new occurrence. As I went back to caressing Laila's smooth behind, I noticed that the song had changed and a faster number had come up and Sahana and Mark had changed their dancing style and they started to grind into each other with the rhythm. Laila started doing the same with me and I tried keeping up, as my focus was on wife three feet away. Mark said something in Sahana's ears and she threw her head back, laughing and turned around and put her ass to his crotch, grinding, as he held her waist. Laila and I stared on at Sahana's performance, both of us stopping our dancing. Sahana then did the unthinkable, one of the sexiest things I have seen and never knew where she learned these moves. She, while her waist was being held, bent forward and started grinding her ass into his crotch. The dance was so erotic and so animalistic, that if Laila had touched me then, I might have cummed. That dance went on for about fifteen seconds or more, but seemed like forever, where Mark had one hand on her waist holding Sahana in place, with his other on her back, keeping her in that position as she 'twerked' her now partially uncovered ass. Then she straightened as Mark gave a light slap on her right ass. If Sahana reacted badly to that ass slap, I would have gone in and plummeted Mark, but to my relief Sahana looked unfazed, as she straightened her dress, gave Mark a kiss on the cheek, and said something to his ear. She then came to me giving Laila a peck, to my surprise on the mouth, and then led me back to our table. It was time for us to leave as she had enough of dancing. I was also relieved that it ended where it ended, as I was not ready to have Sahana take it further, and for example, having her tits mauled was not something I was prepared to see. 

In the taxi ride back, we had sat the same way we did when we went out, with us men sitting and our respective partners on our laps, facing inwards, with the girls' bare knees touching. This time Laila and Mark were much more open with their petting than last time, with his right hand inside her legs, spread wide. If she spread her legs any inch further, then glimpses of her pussy would show. I looked for the same access inside Sahana, as she reluctantly gave it to me; to not to be seen as indecent, she did not spread her legs much. I found her thong panties to be wet as I prodded my fingers over her pussy. 'Stop it,' she whispered to me in Bengali, 'what will they think?'