Misc. Erotica A Hotwife Adventure in the Indian Ocean

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Shweta continued to stare at me with that look until she could take more, and her eyes closed – halfway at first, then heavily shut – as she was overtaken by the ecstasy of Sahil’s attentions. His hand slid down, dipping into he bikini bottoms. I had to rise up from the couch to see his hands fondling her beneath the fabric. The knuckled of his hand pushed out like a tent and then dropped, and it was plain to see that he gone ahead and plunged into her cunt, which I’m sure was already wet. He walked her forward to the bench set against the aft wall of the cabin, and Shweta put her hands against it. I heard a little gasp, but all I could see now was Shweta’s hair as her head moved, down and then up, shaking a little. Sahil had moved down, and so from the motions of Shweta’s head I could only guess that he was sliding his tongue into Shweta’s delicious, soaked folds. I moved forward to the opposite couch, and then crept into the navigation area. I could now see Shweta’s bare chest, her hand clenched around a cleat, her mouth open and her eyes rolling back in her head as she leaned back and mewled. Behind her, I could see Sahil’s legs, as he knelt to play with my wife’s pussy with his tongue. And evidently, he was doing a great job. Shweta whimpered and breathed hysterically until at last she let out a strangled scream.
Sahil rose behind her, his skin like onyx oil in the sunlight. Shweta’s body was trembling and she was still whimpering with the waves of ecstasy that rolled through her. Her jaw dropped, and I knew that Sahil’s cock was sliding inside of her. His body moved close to her, and he pulled her hair away from her neck as he slapped his thighs against her ass. His lips moved next to her ear, and Shweta seemed to like whatever he was saying, as he hammered his cock into her. I wondered if he was telling her about all the things he planned to do to her.
And what they were. I stared openly, forgetting myself, as Sahil pounded into my wife until she began to squeal again. “Oh God,” she said. “Oh God, I’m going to come again!” Her voice sounded strange to me, almost unhinged. “Oh God!” Shweta yelled again, and her eyes went wide. “Oh, oh!” My wife screamed again as she came, and dropped her head, her hands against the boat to hold herself in place whole Sahil hammered into her. I was surprised, though, that instead of speeding up to blow his seed into her pussy, Sahil leaned forward and started to talk to her again, his hips static, his arms alongside hers. Shweta and Sahil, together, pushed away from the wall of the cabin then, and for a moment I didn’t know what they were going to do. Shweta’s sweaty body writhed in Sahil’s arms as he turned her around and kissed her wetly. And then I knew, as they twisted and moved, and then dropped out of sight: they were going below decks. I went cold for a moment, and then I looked around the boat. Then I heard Shweta’s laugh, and I remembered: the master suite hatchway: a darkened window that, conveniently enough, we had left open this morning. I stepped on the deck quietly, almost creeping – not that Wasim’s yacht was the sort to creak – and then I lay down on the warm wood and peered into the master suite. “… to try it,” Shweta was saying. Her voice was breathless. The scent of sex hit my nostrils, even from there. Shweta’s sweet pussy, and Sahil’s musky, masculine smell. I had to put my hand over my eyes to shield myself from the sun, and see into the room, where Shweta’s lithe body was propped on her hands and knees, her head turned back to watch what Sahil was doing to her. And Sahil had his dark hand between her legs, massaging her, making her writhe in pleasure. I heard the squelching of her pussy as he finger-fucked her. He was watching her face, his own almost serious. “You sure about this? You’ve never done it before.”
Shweta mewled again, as Sahil’s hand twisted inside of her, evidently trying to convince her that she did want his – whatever it was. “I want to try it,” she said. A cold feeling sank through me, before I even saw what “it” was. Sahil slid his fingers from inside her pussy and then up higher – into her ass. “Oh! Oh, go slow,” Shweta said. She turned to face the headboard of the bed, biting her lower lip. Her feet twisted. “Oh!” Sahil pressed on her lower back gently to get her to arch it in a feline pose that made her ass bloom into a perfect bubble. I also got treated to a much better view of the big two fingers that were sinking into her ass. “That’s it,” Sahil said. He brought his cock to her pussy with his other hand, and drew the glistening juices of Shweta’s pussy up to his cock. His strong hand stroked the long, meaty, veined length of his cock, getting it wet with Shweta’s own cum.
His fingers crept slowly out of Shweta’s ass, and then the fat head of his dick was at the eyelet of her anus. He pressed on her back again, getting her into position. “I’ll go nice and slow,” he growled. “Just relax.” Shweta threw her head back, and looked up – not at me, just at the ceiling, her face contorted into an animal expression, as Sahil Khan sank his fat cock one inch at a time into her ass. “Oh!” she said, over and over again, but it was evident that Shweta enjoyed it, once he got going. She enjoyed taking every last inch of Sahil’s dick into her rear. I could see it on her face. When he finally had himself all the way inside of her, and his pelvis fit up against her ass like two pieces of a puzzle, Sahil reached forward and hooked a hand under her chest. He lifted her slowly, until she was almost sitting on his lap. “Oh my God!” Shweta wailed. Sahil pressed her against his chest, and licked her ear. His free hand slid down between her legs, to the exploding flower of her cunt. It was so wet that it shone, and he expertly guided his fingers to her clit.
Shweta did not have to bounce very long before both she and Sahil were breathing heavily and gasping, and within moments I could see the pulsing of Sahil’s cock as his seed poured into my wife’s ass, filling her up. Shweta yelped, and wriggled in his arms, as her own orgasm overtook her. He pushed her forward and she collapsed onto her chest as he threw a few good, hard fucks into her to get every last drop of his cum inside of her. They lay like this, panting. The long circumcised snake of Sahil’s cock finally flopped out of Shweta, and slapped wet against his thigh. He jiggled his balls, which were sticky with his cum, and Shweta rolled onto her side. Sahil climbed over my wife’s body, and kissed her on the mouth. The action was unexpected for me, unsettling. My cock was hard with excitement but my stomach twisted with a cold uncertainty when he did this. “That was some first time, beautiful,” he said. Then he stood up and opened the door to the bathroom. “I have to shower,” he offered by way of explanation, and closed the door. Shweta rolled onto her back. Her body, fully naked, sticky with her juices and the cum of another man, most of all between her legs, was spread out for me to view. She looked up at me through the window. And smiled. Then she stood up, putting her hand on the door. “Wait,” I said. “Don’t shower yet.” Shweta looked up at me strangely, and then she shrugged, lying back on the bed. Sahil was in the shower for quite a while, and then he emerged: a huge, glistening muscular man with an almost perfect body. I stared at Shweta’s face as she looked him up and down. She was back to interacting with him as though I wasn't there, as though she didn’t even know that I was. She pulled the sheets around her. “I think I’m going to take a little nap,” she said.
Sahil smiled, leaned over my wife again, and kissed her. “I’ll get things packed for tonight.” As luck would have it, when I propped myself up on the deck in a crouch, wondering what to do next, I saw Junaid approaching in the raft. I stood up, dizzy from the scene I had just witnessed, and he thrust his hands into the air. He had a string of fish clutched in his fist. Sahil was just popping out of the cabin at that moment, and he went portside to salute the victorious fisherman.
Which gave me the perfect opportunity to scurry around the navigation area to starboard, and drop into the hatchway and the cabin without having some kind of awkward moment with Sahil. Because if there was one thing I hadn’t thought through very well, it was how close quarters could get when you were letting another man fuck your wife on a yacht – even a very big one. Shweta dropped her eyes from the ceiling when I opened the door and closed it behind me. “I was just talking to you,” she said, pointing up at the hatch. I said nothing. I was too full of conflicting feelings, wild need, and my pumping blood, to think of anything to say. Shweta must have read this on my face, because she climbed onto her knees and let the sheet drop from her body. Up closer, she smelled even more like the scents of sex, and her body was even more obviously adulterated. Pink, rubbing burns tinted the lips of her pussy, and cum had stuck to the insides of her thighs. “So,” she said. “Did you enjoy the show?” A noise that I would best describe as a rumble came from my throat. No matter for Shweta, who was sliding my belt from the loops, edging closer to me, smiling. She took my cock in her hand, and got onto her hands and knees. Her ass was facing the mirror headboard now, and when I glanced up at it I saw I had a view of her ass: the slightly gaped hole and the trickle of white cum sliding down to her red cunt. “I think I’m too sore for anything else,” Shweta was saying, and she was looking at me with a smile when I looked down at her. I looked back up at the mirror. Sahil had been everywhere in my wife this afternoon, and there was still more to come - But Shweta had her mouth around my cock now, and her tongue was making swift circles around my shaft inside of the hot liquid of her cheeks and throat. I stared at her ass, and the back of her head in the mirror, almost as if I were watching her fuck someone else again.
When I came, I didn’t even try to stifle the yell. We ate the fish Junaid had caught together on the deck. I expected it to be a little weird, but Sahil had an easygoing way about him, a way of putting on his navy shorts and white polo shirt and returning to his role as ship’s captain as opposed to bull, that was unnervingly professional. The subsequent events remain hazy in my memory, maybe because I had too much to drink, maybe because of what we were doing, maybe because of the Maldivian air or because all the substances being smoked on the beach went to my head. After the fish, I settled in on the couch in a very relaxed way, so much that I was almost worried Sahil had drugged me and was going to take advantage of my unconsciousness to have his way with my wife. Then I remembered he already had. The beach lit up with Tiki torches and bonfires, and I noticed that a series of white, box-shaped items had been constructed on the beach since the early morning. I struggled to remember if they had always been there, but the warm, hazy feeling that was coming over me didn’t facilitate me thinking about it for long. Shweta changed her clothes at some point, I think while I was having a conversation, in pidgin English, with Junaid. Suddenly she was in a white sundress, glowing in the early evening light. I kissed her, Sahil disappeared for a while, and then almost suddenly he was standing in front of us, rubbing his hands together.