Misc. Erotica A Hotwife Adventure in the Indian Ocean

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Who knows what would have happened, if, at that exact moment, Shweta hadn’t leaned on her knees to shout at me over the motor. “Before we get there, I think we should have a plan!”
I slowed the motor. “Like what?” I said.
Shweta shrugged. “Like...” she looked out over the water and pushed a stray strand of hair from her face. “Like, I don’t know… how are we going to bring it up with him? I don’t...” she turned to me and laughed. “I don’t know what to say.”
And then the red dress flashed through my mind.
Red, seductive, nearly transparent, barely clinging to her body.
“Just put on that red dress,” I said, my mind already miles away, imagining Sahil’s fat meat filling her up while she gasped, holding her legs open and staring at the disappearing inches of his cock.
Shweta gave me a look. “Trust me,” I said.
“But what if he.. turns us down or something?”
I shook my head. “Oh, Shweta.” I revved the motor up and we began to speed along again. “You have no idea how men think,” I said.
Shweta rolled her eyes.
I smiled and steered the raft.
Completely unconcerned about getting turned down.
Especially if Shweta wore that dress.
It turned out that our plan came together even more easily than we expected.
“Hey, hey,” Sahil called from the bow of the ship, where he was sitting on a lawn chair that looked straight out of a 1980’s garage sale. “I thought you would never be back! I was starting to worry.”
We boarded the ship – Sahil following us around the length of the boat, reaching down to help Shweta up the steps.
When she reached the top he smiled at her, and they were very close to each other. “I see you did some shopping,” he said.
Shweta smiled, and the moment simmered for a moment and then it was gone, Sahil reached down from the boat. “Hand me some of those bags,” he said.
“Where’s Junaid?” Shweta said, looking around.
“Oh, Junaid, he went to town, he likes the bar scene in Fushifaru,” Sahil said. “I’ve been here by my lonesome all this afternoon.”
I couldn’t believe our luck. I had been wondering how to get Sahil separated from Junaid while we enacted our plan – and while I didn’t have any problem with the big, black mute man watching (or even participating) – it definitely seemed like it would be easier for Shweta like this.
Sahil lifted the bags nimbly over the lifeline and followed Shweta back to the cockpit. “So, what did you buy?” he said. “New suit? Maybe one of those dresses they make from hemp? Very famous in here.”
I was up the ladder by then, and I could hear my wife clearly as she turned to him and put a hand on her hip, diving right in. “Do you want to see it?” she said.
And, not waiting for an answer – because even Sahil was caught a little off-guard – she popped through the hatchway. “I’ll be right back.”
Sahil looked at me, and I smiled.
I could see he was getting the picture, but he still wasn’t 100% certain.
“Hey,” Shweta called. “Can you have some drinks with us, Sahil, or are you on duty?”
Sahil raised his eyebrows. “I can have a few… we’re moored.” He looked at me.
“Get something going, honey,” Shweta called.
So dutifully, I popped into the cabin, to search for the proper cocktail to have while my wife seduced the ship’s captain.
“What do you think?” Shweta said, stepping through the hatchway and spreading her arms out to show off her dress.
I sipped my drink and watched Sahil’s face.