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The two couples then went for lunch to an Italian place. Shruti was wearing a green bikini with a sarong wrapped around her waist. Chad was wearing khaki shorts and his chest was bare. Kajal sneaked a couple of glances at how tanned his chest was. She also noticed that it was completely hairless. She wondered if he was naturally like that or if he shaved his chest. Chad noticed the demure Indian wife stealing glances at him and felt very pleased.

Gautham was a lot less discreet checking out Shruti’s cleavage. Shruti noticed it, but didn't think much of it. She had always attracted admiring glances from men when she wore skimpy clothes. So Gautham checking her out was no big deal. She liked the attention. She found Gautham cute in a whimsical sort of a way. He had a good face with nice features, and his body, while not as muscular and huge as her husband's, was still lean and tight.





"Kajal, you have such a beautiful figure. Why don't you wear a bikini some time instead of t-shirts and shorts?" Shruti asked a few minutes after their food arrived.

Gautham and Kajal were both stumped. They looked at each other. Finally Kajal said,

"I feel shy. I am not used to it. India isn't like America. I feel conscious even in these clothes."

"Indian women don't wear bikinis." Gautham tersely said, displaying his patriarchal hypocrisy. He was happy ogling Shruti and all other women in bikinis. But the thought of his wife exposing herself like that did not sit well with him.

"That's not true." Shruti said. "I have many Indian friends back in the states who wear bikinis."

"Must be ABCD." Gautham said.

"ABCD?"

"American Born Confused Desis." Gautham explained.

"What's so confused about wearing a bikini? Are you saying I am confused because I wear a bikini?" Shruti got a little offended.

"No no, not at all." Gautham immediately backtracked. He didn't want to offend this hot lady he had a crush on.

"Then?"

"I'm just saying that..." Gautham tried to find the right words, "Indian women who grow up in America are more comfortable in bikinis. Women like Kajal who grow up in India are brought up in a different culture. So it's not as easy for them."

"Whatever." Shruti said, cooling down a little. "I think she'll be more comfortable in a bikini. And look hot too. But it's your call."

Kajal had stayed silent throughout all this after her initial response. Actually, if Gautham had said, she would not have minded trying on a bikini. All those naked sessions in the net cafe had already brought out the exhibitionist in her. Unwittingly flashing her ass and pussy to Chad earlier had only magnified that instinct. But she knew that Gautham would not allow it. So she stayed silent.

Chad had listened to the whole conversation and chuckled inside his head. Indian-American women were confused? The most confused creature he had seen was sitting right across from him. If Kajal wasn't confused, getting fucked by a random boat captain in the ocean, who was?





After lunch, they all went to the casino as planned. Kajal was hoping that Gautham would ask her to play blackjack. But he was still carrying a grudge about it, so he didn't. He and Chad decided to play poker. Shruti and Kajal watched for a while, standing behind their respective husbands. everyone except Kajal was having alcohol. Kajal got the hang of poker pretty quickly. It's basics weren't that different from teen patti, a game she had seen in India. Again, it was all about probabilities. She also noticed the patterns in how the other guys including Chad were playing and was able to read their reactions and "tells".

A dozen hands in, she knew that Gautham was making a mistake betting so heavily in hopes of a flush. But now she knew better than to upstage her husband. She stayed silent, and he lost the hand. One the next hand, she could tell that his five pair had a great chance of winning despite seeming like a paltry pair. But he folded, and someone with just an ace high ended up taking the pot.

Although Kajal was finding poker very interesting, it held no appeal for Shruti who was a bit of a ditzy blond.

"Come on Kajal, let's try the slot machines." she said.

Kajal wanted to stay but she didn't want to be rude to her new friend. Like a dutiful bhartiya naari, she asked Gautham if she could go.

"Hmmm." Gautham, engrossed in his cards, waved her away. Chad however looked up, smiled and said goodbye, staring into Kajal’s eyes.

Shruti led Kajal to a row of slot machines. They got a bunch of coins and started playing the slots. Lots of waitresses were walking around with drinks, and Shruti downed a couple of them in quick time.





You don't drink either, do you?" she eventually asked. "I've been noticing that you only drink soda or juice."

"No, I don't." Kajal said.

"Is it for religious reasons?"

"Not really."

"Yeah, can't be because Gautham drinks like a fish." she said and giggled. She was feeling a little buzzed. "Gautham is such a cutie."

Kajal smiled. She felt too shy to respond and say that Shruti's own husband was quite attractive too.

"Here, try some." Shruti offered her vodka-tonic to Kajal.

"No, it's okay."

"Have a sip."

"No, please."

"Come onnnnn!" Shruti got up from her chair, put her arm around Kajal and put the glass to her lips.

A sober Shruti would never have crossed boundaries like this. But she was drunk and when she got drunk, she got a little reckless. Plus, the feminist side of her had been bothered by how Gautham treated Kajal according to a different set of rules.

Kajal was taken aback at Shruti’s physical insistence. Shruti was a good 8-9 inches taller than her. And a lot more rambunctious. So when Kajal found herself in Shruti’s grasp with a glass at her lips, she had no option but to take a sip.

"It burns!" Kajal said, coughing after her first ever taste of alcohol.

"Yeah, but you get used to it. It's like losing your virginity. It hurts in the beginning but then feels great."

Kajal readily identified with the parallel. She had a few more sips. They did go down a bit easier.

"Waitress!" Shruti called out. "A vodka-tonic for my friend here."

Kajal’s traditional conscientious side chided her. What are you doing, she asked. Going around sucking people off, getting banged by strange men, and now drinking? But the first few sips of the drink had already started affecting Kajal a little. She felt her spirits soaring and her inhibitions lowering.