Misc. Erotica A Hotwife Adventure in the Indian Ocean

[samcuck2]

5: DRY RUN
I decided Sahil had a good idea, though. I devoured my fish (it was really very good) and then I grabbed the plates and invited Shweta to a “nap.” She smiled, uncrossed her legs, and led the way.
“What’s up with you?” Shweta said, throwing herself onto the bed and reaching for something on the shelves at the head of it.
Her swimsuit cover rode up and over her ass, revealing the pleasant shape of her ass in the slightly twisted bottoms. She turned on her side, holding a clock in her hand that she started to set.
“What’s up with me?” I said, smiling. “What’s up with you?”
Shweta smiled. “Whatever do you mean?”
I checked the door to make sure it was locked. I shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know.” I raised my voice an octave and batted my eyelashes. “‘Oh, Sahil, it must be so interesting traveling all over the world,’ ‘Oh, Sahil, why don’t you eat with us?’ ‘Oh, Sahil, it must be so dangerous!’”
I smiled to let her know it was... mostly okay with me.
Shweta rolled her eyes.
“He is good-looking, though,” she said, finally.
My cock, which had been inflating at a slow and steady pace all evening, sort of aching in that half-aroused state, came to full attention.
“Oh, he is, is he?” I said. Shweta let the clock fall between her legs. Her hand was resting on her thigh. I don’t believe she meant to do something so erotic at that moment, and I scarcely know why it was so erotic, but it was. She had her hand in a fist and she was resting it right between her legs, which had fallen open, almost butterflied.
“Is he good looking in a way that is better left to the imagination, like... hmm... anal sex? Or is he good-looking in a real way?” I said.
For a moment, I could see all kind of things were going through Shweta’s mind. A faint smile turned her upper lip slightly into a smile, and her eyes seemed to get glazed.
She gave her shoulders a teasing, slight shrug. “I don’t know,” she said. Her voice was quiet, and she looked down at the clock.
Things had suddenly gotten quite serious.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled her, pushing her knees down and her legs through my own. “What do you mean, you don’t know?” I said. Absently, I placed a hand on her stomach and trailed it down, over the bikini-bottom, and right between her legs, where, unmistakably, my fingers felt the sticky wetness of her excited cunt.
“You ever been with a Mu***m man?” I asked.
I pushed my thumb against her clit, which was hard enough that I could feel it through her bikini. Her mouth opened a little, and her eyes looked wild and alarmed. “I... no. You know I haven’t.”
She said "you know that it is a taboo in our religion and I was a virgin before I met u."
But there it was: the tell-tale flush that crept down her lower cheek, a spread of dilating capillaries that told me the truth I wanted to know: was this line of thinking making her flustered?
“But you’ve thought about it,” I said. “Surely?”
I slid my thumb along the hem of her bikini bottom, right between her legs, following the line of with a feathery touch. There was no mistaking the honeyed scent coming from between her legs, or the wetness of the fabric as it grazed my knuckles.
“I...” she started to protest.
“You have,” I said. “I feel pretty sure of it.” I slid my finger under the fabric and into the wet mess of her flooding cunt.
I decided to go for it.
“In fact, I feel pretty sure that you’ve given some thought to our very own captain,” I suggested.
Shweta’s eyes dilated, definitively. She looked scandalized, unsure of what to do. But her body was responding to my touch in quite a different way – much more assured.
I began to stroke her clit, like I had on the deck.
“Piyush,” she said, in a whisper. “I don’t think… I don’t know...” Her face was pleading with me, almost like I was torturing some secret from her, but she was pushing her hips toward me, whether she knew it or not.
“He’s a really good-looking guy,” I said. “You said so yourself. So I can understand how you might think about him...” My fingers were closing on her clit now, pinching out the bundle of nerves that would make her squirm.
I had a trick that I hadn’t used in a long time, of squeezing her most sensitive skin from the hood of her clit and rubbing the back of my fingernail over it until she started shaking because the pleasure was too intense.
Shweta shuddered underneath me and she gasped. I held her down with the weight of my body. “Maybe you were thinking about him earlier? Maybe you were hoping he was watching you on the deck?” Shweta’s eyes went wide with alarm, which I took as confirmation.
My cock was practically exploding now. I had gone from mildly aroused to blue-balls aching all afternoon, and now that I finally had her here, admitting (more or less) to daydreaming about the strong, athletic captain, I could hardly keep it together.
“Were you thinking about his cock?” I said, and I felt Shweta’s body stiffen. She turned her head slightly, averting her eyes and chewing a little on her lip. Her cheeks were flushed, but I wasn’t sure if that was out of embarrassment or because I was bringing her close to the edge.
I stopped what I was doing, and felt a ripple of disappointment go through her – she had been very close. I tugged at her bikini bottoms, pulling them down like they were panties.
I used my fingers to pry her open, and I slid my cock inside of her. “Were you thinking about him getting his big cock inside of you?”
I myself was nearly over the edge, but it surprised the hell out of me that these words, along with my cock in her pussy, sent Shweta immediately into a climax. I think it even surprised her.
The idea made its way through her mind, I could see, very quickly: Sahil’s veined, thick cock, and the way it would feel inside of her, against her aching clit from the inside out.
Shweta mewled, and closed her eyes, and her pussy throbbed around me, just before I came inside of her.
Shweta was the first to laugh, pressing her hand against my chest. “Oh, my God,” she whispered. “We’re… I can’t believe we’re...” She made another laughing noise.
“We’re like teenagers,” I said, rolling off of her and lying against her side.
Shweta looked at me. She turned to face me. Her expression changed from one of light laughter to slight guilt. “Um,” she said. “I… I was just saying all that because, you know… you seemed turned on by it.”
I propped my head up on my hand. “Too bad,” I said. “I was hoping it was real.”
Shweta gave a sharp laugh, like I had just told a joke. But it quieted down as she kept looking at me, and started to realize I was serious.
“Not really,” she said, her voice much lower than before.
I touched her mouth. “I don’t know. It seems like you’re really turned on by it. Like you’re… more than just curious.”
Shweta’s mouth opened. “And you… what? Are you serious? You don’t mind?”
I put my hand to my forehead and rolled onto to my back. “It’s not that I don’t care. I just… I don’t mind the idea so much...” I sat up and faced her again. “No, scratch that, I think it’s a very hot idea. I like the idea very much.”
Shweta stared at me.
“Of me… having… sex? With a…?” She looked up, and for a moment I was worried that the moment was going to be ruined by her pointing at the ceiling and making me laugh. “With another man? Actually?”
Her tone was disbelieving, but not as shocked as I might have expected it to be.
I moved my shoulders in an acquiescent shrug. “To me it’s really hot. It seems like you’ve been really turned on by it, too. Here, I mean.”
Shweta’s mouth was still open.
“But you’re…” she stopped herself. She rubbed her eye. She sniffed. Her eyes dropped to the bed.
“Am I serious?” I said, finishing her sentence for her, because she could not.
There was a tense moment of silence. On the one hand, I didn’t want to say something here that I might regret: I still wasn’t 100% how Shweta would react.
“I think I am,” I said. “But,” I said quickly, to calm Shweta down, because her mouth was opening in an expression of shock, “I’m only serious if, you know, it’s something you’re into actually trying.”
Shweta’s mouth snapped shut. She played with the fabric of the comforter. “For real,” she said.
I nodded.
Shweta sighed and looked at the wall.
Then she laughed, nervously. She put her hands to her head. Then she shook her head.
“I… no. No, this is too crazy. I mean...”
She looked at me. “Are we actually having this discussion?” she said.
We stared at each other, because we both knew the answer to that question.
“Wouldn’t you get jealous?” she asked, finally.
I thought about this for a moment. “Yeah, I… of course -”
“Because it doesn’t seem like Wasim gets jealous,” she said.
“Or like, that friend of theirs.” She looked back at me. “I don’t know. I feel like I would get jealous.”
I took her hand. “The thing is, you know… these are two different things. Those guys are swingers.”
Shweta looked at me. “Yea-ha,” she said, like I was an idiot.
“That’s… not really what I’m into.”
She folded her arms. “You just want me to do it?”
I nodded. “And you wouldn’t get jealous? Or weirded out?”
I paused. “I would. It’s… that’s kind of the thing.”
Shweta looked at me. I could tell she was getting excited. Her breath was rapid, her eyes were dilated. She wanted this. I could tell.
“How about we say, we’ll try it. One time, with one person?” I said.
I knew I had to take control, make the decision, give her a little push. The kind of push where she still felt like she had a say, but where I was also the one responsible for the idea.
After this long marriage, I knew this was the best tactic with her.
“Just one person,” she said. Excitement lurked in her eyes. “With Sahil?”
I smiled as I shrugged, trying to suppress my excitement. “He’s here,” I said, and I worried that my quivering voice would give away that my heart was kicking its way through my chest. “And you’re attracted to him.”
Shweta started to protest, but then she changed her mind. She smiled, blushed a little, and tapped her fingers on her arm.
“Okay,” she said. “Okay… okay, we could try it.”
I stared at her.
“No. No, this is too crazy,” she said.
I reached out and touched her. “It’s not,” I said. “People do it all the time.”
She arched her eyebrows.
“Trust me,” I said. “This would be… this would make me really happy. And… there’s no denying that you’re just a little bit curious… right?”
She shrugged, but her lips also had the same quiver of excitement as my voice.
“So let’s try it.”
She bit her lip.
And then she said the magic word:
“Okay.”
That night I woke up out of a lovely sleep, a very deep one, with the sort of start you have when you have a terrible dream. I sat up, a little disoriented about where I was, thinking I was at home and not finding any of the contours of the dark walls to match where I envisioned myself.
The confusion drained away quickly, as did any memory of the dream, and I slid a hand out to the side to find Shweta’s warm body and enjoy a feel of her soft bottom.
But my hand slid over cool sheets and nothing else.
I looked over at her side of the bed and had another little jolt of panic.
Of course, I thought, lying back down, she was only in the bathroom. Shweta had a lot to drink and she probably felt like I did only worse – a little unsettled and groggy – but also, she probably had to pee.
I closed my eyes, and I started to drift off, expecting Shweta any second, looking forward to feeling her body, toying with the idea of starting something in the middle of the night – why not?
And then I opened my eyes.
A lot of time had gone by, and Shweta still wasn’t back.
I sat up again, listening to the sounds of the boat.
The door-handle turned, and I reclined so that I was lying down with my head on the pillow, an eye on the door. I watched as Shweta crept into the room and tiptoed to bed.
She was so focused on being quiet that she looked at her feet, her eyes wide with that unused-to-the-dark kind of look. When she finally looked at the bed, she practically jumped.
She threw her hand against her chest. “Oh! Piyush! OMG!” she said. She climbed into bed and pulled the covers around her. “Why are you staring at me in the dark like a creep?” she whispered.
I rolled toward her and put my head on my hand. “And where have you been?” I said.
I said it suggestively, and I only partly even imagined that there was anything to suggest, but I was thinking that Shweta might have been up to no good, alone on the boat, wandering around at night.
Shweta lay down, and she closed her eyes. That same smile from the deck quivered on her upper lip. “Oh, just… I couldn’t sleep. So I went above deck.”
“Oh yeah?” I said. “And?”
I fully expected Shweta to tell me to go to sleep.
Instead she turned toward me. “I ran into Sahil,” she said in a whisper. “He couldn't sleep either.”
My cock was throbbing to life.
“No?” I said.
Shweta shook her head. “And so, at first we just talked. And then… you know, since we had that talk, I thought I’d see how far I could take things.”
I stared at her.
“So I reached out my hand and put it on his arm, like this,” she said.
She dropped her eyes. She rubbed my bicep sensually.
‘And?” I prompted.
She fluttered her eyes back up at me. “Promise you won’t be mad,” she whispered.
My heart leaped. “You said it was okay,” she continued.
Now she actually looked nervous, and my own body was flying. Was she serious?
What had she done?
She waited, and her lips trembled like she was going to say something, but no words came out.
I put my finger on her lips. My senses were on high alert now, seeking the scent of her, scrutinizing her face for traces of wetness, or having been messed up when she sucked on another man’s cock.
“What did you do?” I said, my voice trembling. “Tell me, it’s okay.”
“One thing led to another...” Shweta said. “He kissed me, and then he took my hand and put it on his cock.”
An electric ripple traveled down my spine.
“So I… you know… he asked me if I wanted a taste,” Shweta said.
I sucked in my breath.
She looked at me. “Are you mad?”
I took her hand and guided it to my cock, in order to most easily explain what I was feeling. “I’m… why didn’t you wake me up?” I said.
Shweta squeezed my cock. “There was no time, and I thought… you said you wanted this...”
My cock throbbed in her hand.
Shweta’s face changed suddenly and she leaned back, looking at my face. “Are you really okay with that?” she said.
My head spun.
Shweta smiled, leaning toward me. “I didn’t really,” she said.
“Huh?”
She slid down my torso, under the sheets. I lifted them to see her better, and she shrugged them away. She had my cock in her hand and she was placing it against her lips. “I didn’t do any of that,” she said. “Or anything like this.” She licked the crown of my cock, making a circle around the ridge between the shaft and the head.
My balls throbbed. My head was spinning. “What?” I said, stupidly.
Shweta smiled. “I was just sort of… checking. You know, that you mean what you say.”
“You didn’t touch his cock?” I said.
Shweta shook her head. “Not yet.”
Then she took me into her mouth, and kept her eyes on mine as she swallowed the length of my shaft. She gave me the most incredible blowjob she had ever given me, and it was over far too soon because I was so wound up. She even swallowed my cum and licked me clean before rising up to her knees and smiling at me.
She stretched out beside me.
“Wow,” I said finally. “You… had me going there.”
Shweta gave a giggle. “I know,” she said.
A silence filled the room. Then she turned her head to look up at me. “Do we really want to do this thing?” she said. “You really want to?”
I touched her lips. “I do, if you do.”
She settled back on my chest.
There was a long pause while my heart jumped wildly.
“Let’s do it tomorrow,” Shweta said. And that was it. That’s how my wife decided to take the plunge.