Misc. Erotica A Hotwife Adventure in the Indian Ocean

[samcuck2]

“Okay,” Sahil said with a broad grin. “Who wants to go to the fantasy island?” A sequence of lovely moments: Shweta smiling at me from the other side of the raft, the sun lighting up her face. The water, almost warm enough to be a hot tub, licking at my heels ass we climbed out of the boat. And then, just like that, Shweta was in front of me, her fingers entwined with Sahil’s, and I was walking behind them, as if they were the couple and I was the third wheel, or not even there. We sat down at a fire, which was actually a professionally built fire pit. There were a lot of the same kinds of couples around us, laughing, kissing, trading partners, grouping up instead of pairing up. I looked around: the white boxes were actually little rooms; beds with mosquito netting on them and curtains that no one seemed to be drawing. When I looked back at the fire, Sahil was smiling at me over the flames. I smiled back, because why not? It was a strange reality, settling in on me in a way that felt neither right nor wrong. I watched Sahil and Shweta together, and even though Shweta kept looking over at me to smile or say something, Sahil seemed like her partner.
I said I wanted to go for a walk on the beach, and I did. I weaved in and out of the many couples and threesomes, some of them on the sand and some in the beds, and I had strange and mixed emotions. Oddly, I didn’t find it very erotic: I felt displaced, unreal, like I was watching another world through a crystal ball or something. When I got back to our fire, Shweta was flirting with another man, a stranger, with one hand in Sahil’s lap. Our own group hadn’t gotten wild yet: it was still at the level of the end of a college party – people starting to reach out, find their lover for the evening, brush their fingers over breasts and awakening erections. I stared at Shweta's fingers tracing the shape of Sahil’s cock through the navy shorts. Junaid was drinking a beer and staring at my wife, so I joined him. Shweta’s free hand was on the stranger’s arm, drawing her fingers up and down the length of it. This went on for a while, and I sort of faded out of the scene, even though I was still there. It wasn’t a very conscious choice, and reflecting on it now, it was odd. I knew where the evening was headed, I could see it in my wife’s fingers on Sahil’s cock, her smile for the strange man, in the hungry expression on Junaid’s face. I could probably have put an end to it, or gotten more involved, but I just kept watching, reflecting on it from the outside.
I wasn’t sure if it was thrilling or horrifying. Shweta leaned forward and kissed the new man, and she laughed when his stubble tickled her face. Sahil put a hand on her white skin and drew it down the length of her arm. And at that moment, I realized that part of the pain deep in my abdomen was from having to piss. I excused myself to do so, and Shweta looked up at me, her face suddenly registering everything that was happening. “Are you okay?” She said. “Is everything all right?” I knew that if I wanted to stop anything, that was the cue. Sahil’s fingers strummed on Shweta’s arm and he looked at me expectantly. The stubble-covered stranger brushed his lips over her shoulder. Junaid took a swig of his beer. “I just have to piss,” I said, and I smiled. “Everything’s fine.” It took a long time to piss, even though I had to go so bad. My cock was too hard and I couldn’t think of anything to get it to calm down. Whatever disconnect I had been feeling in my mind, my body was definitely here on this island. I laughed a little to myself when I realized how far into the jungle I’d traipsed, given how intimate we were all becoming in every other respect. It was pretty silly to be all the way out there to piss. I looked up at the stars and waited for inspiration to come. I don’t know how long I was there. The stars were amazingly beautiful; I remember thinking that. But my mind was elsewhere no matter how much I tried to take it off of Shweta, Shweta the slut, Shweta letting Sahil fuck her like a whore on the yacht. I finally relieved myself, and then I stumbled around a bit, disoriented about the time and the direction I had come from. I knew where the beach was, of course, but it seemed like the bonfires were in the wrong place when I turned around. I headed off at a diagonal angle, and then changed my mind and zig-zagged. It had grown suddenly dark, in the way that it does out on the water where there is no city to glow in the distance. When I got to the beach there were only silhouettes of people, and they all seemed to have grouped off in different numbers than before I had left.
Though it was difficult to believe, I was lost on the small beach. I started toward a couple, but within a few yards of them I realized that the man was dark but not black. I headed in another direction, past groups in the canopied beds, and then I realized I had gone much to far in one direction down the beach. But where was Shweta? When I turned around I started to have my first sense of mild panic about what we were doing: had I lost her? What if Sahil had kidnapped her or dragged her into the jungle to do even more things to her? I knew it was ridiculous but it’s where my mind went. I trudged through the sand, feeling a little panicked and trying not to show it, my heart racing.
No couples, no couples anywhere. All the canopies were filled with whole groups of people, three and sometimes four, and things were quickly getting wild. Moans were coming from every corner, driving me wild, turning me on, and making me more frantic to find Shweta. And then I realized: I had passed her several times now. I heard her voice in one of the moans, the shape of her throat in the sound. People had ceased attending to their bonfires and now only the weakest light of the dying flames and the Tiki torches reached into the tents over the beds. The tent where Shweta was had been closed, the mosquito netting hiding not much of anything. I had to step close to see in, to see past the white blur of the mesh, but once I did I had a very clear view into the tent. My heart nearly jumped through my chest, and my cock came to full attention so hard it almost felt like someone had slapped it.
Shweta was smiling, leaning back against Sahil’s chest. They were both on their knees, and he had his arms around her body, his hands against her skin and exploring the front of her body like he owned her. He squeezed her breasts and tucked his hands under a bikini top she had been wearing under her now-discarded sundress, plunged his fingers into her bikini bottom and stroked her gash, then drew the liquid dripping from her cunt up to her lips where he painted it on them like a lip gloss. That wasn’t what was driving me wild, though. What was driving me wild was Junaid, which I had anticipated and almost hoped for, and the other stranger from the beach had joined him. They were watching, lying on their elbows, as Sahil helped himself to handfuls of my wife. Sahil pushed Shweta’s hair away from her ear and whispered something to her. His other hand was dipping back to her pussy. Shweta’s eyes went wide with alarm. “I don’t… I’m not sure if I can...” she said. I heard Sahil very clearly then. “It’s okay, it’s okay. He told me it’s okay, go ahead and do it.” Shweta looked at the two men in front of her. Sahil brought her pussy juices to her lips again, and his thick fingertips spread it over her lower lip. Then he pushed her head forward gently. “Give Junaid a taste,” Sahil said. I stared, my cock almost exploding, as Junaid ran his tongue over Shweta’s lips, and then she responded by kissing him wetly. Sahil put his hand on her throat gently to lean her head back, and Junaid began to kiss her, starting with her neck, moving down to her breasts. He pulled the bikini away and hooked it under her breasts, so that they were pushed up. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while Sahil stroked the other, and as he did he shimmied out of his swim trucks without taking his mouth off my wife’s tit.
The other guy also slid his swim trunks away, though he remained to the side, watching. I almost found him to be the most lurid of the three, holding his heavy cock in his hand on his knees, waiting for them to finish with my wife so he could have her last, dirty and limp, full of cum. So far, no one had noticed me, and that was fine. I tried to control my breathing so no one would. Sahil was untying the bikini bottoms again, and the material fell open, revealing Shweta’s bare gash. Junaid released her nipple and leaned back on his heels to admire her pussy as Sahil slid his finger through the wet slit and into her cunt. He easily slid two fingers into her hole and started to finger fuck her with one hand while he pinched her nipple in the other. Junaid had his cock in his hand and he was stroking himself, though it wasn’t to get ready: his cock was little smaller than Sahil’s in length, but the girth was comparable and it was black as coal
He was also circumcised and the length of his black dick was taut and the veins strained against it. It curved a little at the end, to the right, and the crown was fat and bulbous. Sahil slid his hands down to her thighs and pulled them open and apart. My wife’s cunt glistened in the dim light and I distinctly heard a little slosh. She was wildly wet, and probably her cunt was still dripping with Sahil’s cum. Sahil’s cock had been freed somehow, and it pressed between her legs, a dark snake ready to slip inside of her. Shweta had been giving herself over to them as though she had no control, until that moment. She looked down at Sahil’s cock and absent-mindedly rubbed her hand over it. Then she leaned forward and took Junaid’s cock in her hand. She admired it for a moment, maybe feeling out how different it was. So many different cocks in such a short time, I thought. Junaid backed up a little, so that my wife could lean forward and get her mouth on his dick.
Sahil wasted no time adjusting himself behind her. He played with his cock at her opening for a bit, and Shweta moaned. Her mouth was already full of Junaid’s dick, and Junaid had placed his hand against the back of her head, pushing her head down to the base of his cock. She’d had so much practice swallowing Sahil’s cock that this seemed to be no problem for her, and his fat dick filled her mouth with no problem. Shweta moaned again as Sahil slid into her, spreading her pussy open yet again with his dark, gnarly prick. The third man couldn’t wait. He walked on his knees toward Shweta’s mouth. It blocked my view, so I had to take a step to the left. Sahil looked over at that point, and he must have seen me, but he turned his attention back to my wife’s pussy again without acknowledging me. Third man had his cock in his hand, and he had placed it on Shweta’s bobbing cheek. Her jaw and her puffed-out face rubbed along the wet crown of his dick as she sucked Junaid’s cock earnestly. Her body swung back and forth lightly as Sahil pistoned in and out of her.
The third man reached out and drew his fingers over Shweta’s stretched lip and up to her ear. He pushed her hair from her face as she turned her head and let Junaid’s cock slide out of her mouth. Keeping her mouth open like a whore, she turned to the third man and took his cock inside her mouth. Junaid and this guy took turns pushing my wife’s face up and down on their cocks, while Sahil hammered her with increasing violence from behind. Her pussy was so wet that the sloshing it made could be heard over her muffled moaning. Her mouth was full of the stranger’s cock when she made a squealing noise and came. Sahil’s cock slipped in and out of my wife a few more times, her cum making it slosh even more. Then he groaned, and thrust deep into her. I watched Sahil fill my wife’s pussy yet again. The tendons on his neck strained as his seed gushed deep into her. Shweta had taken the third man’s cock by the hand and let his dick slip from her mouth as her own jaw fell open with Sahil’s hard thrusts. Her face was wet with saliva and precum, water that had dripped from her eyes. She looked up at him once Sahil finished himself off inside of her, and opened her mouth again with a smile, shoveling his prick into her mouth like she was starving. Junaid was rubbing his cock in her hair, his sticky precum dripping into her blonde strands. When Sahil withdrew from inside of her, he hopped off the bed and went around to take his place.
Sahil was slightly out of breath, and he reclined on the bed, leaning on one shoulder to watch as Junaid slipped his cock into her pussy. Sahil looked up at me briefly. His fingers stretched away from his bare chest, in the general direction of my wife. “You gonna get in on this?” he said. Shweta, at that point, looked over at Sahil and saw me through the mosquito netting. Her mouth was stretched open by the third man’s cock and she met my eyes. He reached behind her and pushed her deep onto his dick, and she dropped her eyes to attend to her cocksucking more thoroughly. “Fuck, that’s a sloppy cunt,” Junaid said, dipping into my wife’s pussy. He pushed her asscheeks open and watched his dick moving in and out of her. I moved slowly around to the front of the tent where the opening was, my eyes on my wife being appropriated the whole time. Junaid had grabbed her hips and was fucking her furiously, his face screwed up in determination. It was obvious that her pussy was just too wet for him to get any real traction. The third man looked over at me and then right back at Shweta.
She looked up at his eyes and he held her by the hair, holding her still so he could slam his cock into her face until he came. When he did, he shoved himself deep in her throat and poured himself into her. “Keep it in there,” he said. “Keep it in the back of your throat, I want to see it before you swallow.” I was sliding out of my swimsuit, and my cock bounced wildly. He slid his cock from her mouth and she opened wide, like some slut from a porn video. I leaned over to see the glob of white cum in the back of her throat, just before she closed her mouth and swallowed it. Junaid groaned. “Fuck,” he said. “Your pussy’s too wet, you little slut,” he said. I looked down at Shweta, who was looking at me. She had my cock in her hand. We exchanged a lot in this look, at least I thought so. Shweta moved her head slightly in a nod, and smiled. Such a little slut. I pushed her hair from her face and placed my cock on her whore lips, then I looked up at Junaid. “Shweta has a little fantasy,” I said. I slid my cock into her greedy mouth as I leaned over her to slide my fingers into her asscrack and touch her puckered asshole. Junaid grinned. “Oh yeah?” Shweta made a noise on my cock, and struggled to release me.
There was a wet slurp as she let my cock fall from her mouth and stroked me with her hand. She turned back to Junaid. “I’ve only done it once,” she said. Junaid already had a thumb against her hole, and he was making circles over it, entranced. Shweta looked up at me, my cock in her hand. Junaid guided his dick to her opening, and for a moment Shweta’s face twisted with discomfort. But then he was already pushing inside of her; there was nothing to be done. Her eyes grew wide and her jaw fell open, and she relaxed her grip on my cock. I looked back at the inches of Junaid’s dick disappearing into my wife’s ass, inch my inch. “Oh,” Shweta said, in a small voice. “Oh… slow down… oh,” her voice was turning from an expression like she had been pinched into a moan. “Oh… oh, wait, oh god, it’s too big… I can’t...” I looked up at Junaid, ready to ask him to stop, but Shweta opened her mouth wide and gasped as the final inches of his dick filled her ass. She looked up at me. “It’s… so...” Junaid slowly drew his cock out a few inches, and then slowly back in. “Oh, my… oh my God,” Shweta said.
Then, she looked down at my dick in her hand, and took it into her mouth again. With her wet mouth around my dick, and the third cock of the last fifteen minutes, I watched as Junaid fucked my wife in the ass. He moved slowly at first, and a murmur that vibrated over the length of my shaft built up in her throat. He started to pump into her quickly, staring down at the same sight as me: his column squeezed by the stretched eyelet of her ass. I looked up to see that Sahil was watching closely, enjoying the sight from where he was, his black member swelling back to life again. I realized that in all likelihood, he was going to get inside of her again, that he would bury his shaft in her ass. I closed my eyes, trying to fight the thought down and keep myself from exploding, but it was to no avail: the orgasm boiled up in the base of my cock and soon I was filling Shweta’s mouth with cum. I felt it around my cock, against her soft cheeks, and when I looked down I shuddered: it was spilling out from the sides of her mouth. She sucked it off, her tongue swirling around my shaft, licking up every little bit until she released my dick and it flopped from her mouth. “Oh, oh!” She looked up at me and tilted her head to suck some spilled cum from my balls. I was so stunned by the scene once I came, by the extraordinary lengths my wife was going to, that everything started to happen in slow motion.
I looked up at Junaid, who looked at me. “She really likes it in the ass,” he said, smiling. I looked back down at Shweta, who had her mouth open and my balls dangling in it. She had closed her eyes and was rapt with the pleasure she appeared to be getting from Junaid fucking her in the rear. Her head sank down, and I sort of drifted backward onto the bed. Junaid groaned and looked up at the canopy, yelling something in Spanish as he emptied his seed into Shweta’s ass. I felt the bed shift next to me, and Sahil was moving over to take Junaid’s place. I looked at Shweta, who had sunk down to the bed, her chest against it, her eyes staring toward me but not at me. She had her hands under her chest and along her torso, and I could see that her fingers were in her pussy, playing with her clit. Junaid slid out of her ass, and I heard the wet splat of his cock as it fell against his thigh.
I turned my head slowly from Shweta’s vacant, hypnotized eyes, and caught a glimpse of Sahil’s shaft, thick and ready, pointed toward Shweta’s butt. I looked back at her, and her eyes went half-closed as he entered her. She mewled, her hand clutching at the mattress. For a few minutes, Sahil fucked her slowly, and then she began to howl again. The sloshing sounds of her own fingers in her pussy became louder and faster, and then she started to scream as she came. Sahil sucked on his lower lip, enjoying the pulsing of her body, no doubt, as she came. Sahil reached forward and wound his hands in her hair. She was sweaty and her hair was as damp as if she had taken a shower. Sahil pulled her gently back and up toward him, settling down on his feet so that he was kneeling with Shweta resting on his lap. Shweta rose up at first, and Sahil pulled her down. I could see his shaft between her legs, disappearing as she let out a howl. “That’s it. Sit right down on my cock.” I stared at the scene: Shweta bounced up and down on his cock, her legs spread open again and her cunt just visible between them spewing her excitement and the cum Sahil had already fucked into her pussy. Her thighs were soaked with cum, and her whole body was shiny with sweat. She leaned her head back toward Sahil’s chest and let him bounce her over his cock as he pleased. But then third man, who I had almost forgotten about, got in on the action. He moved toward them and fondled Shweta’s breasts.
She was coming back to life again, her body tense with another building climax. Sahil leaned back, and the third man pushed her legs apart. For a moment I had a perfect view of Sahil’s cock buried in her ass, his balls huge and swollen beneath it. Shweta’s pussy yawned open, and Sahil snaked his arms under her thighs to hold her spread open. Shweta opened her eyes and looked down at the stranger’s cock pointed at her pussy. “Oh,” she said. “I can’t! It’s too much.” But she bit on her lip and her hungry eyes stared at the dick that moved closer to her gash. She stopped protesting, and stared wide-eyed as he lined his blunt cock up with her gushing hole. Juices were sliding down to her stretched asshole, probably helping lube Sahil’s dick. Sahil’s cock was long enough that even sitting in this position, a good part of his dick was still inside Shweta, though it had to be pressing outward into her pussy. “Oh my, oh my… oh my God!” Shweta shrieked, as the stranger braced himself on her shoulders, placed one leg over hers and Sahil’s, and dipped his cock into her pussy. His backside obscured her face, and all I could see was his body pistoning back and forth, a glimpse of Sahil’s cock buried in her ass, and her flopping legs. Shweta squealed and screamed, moaned and mewled, until her voice finally disappeared into a high pitch shriek.
“Fuck!” she yelled. “Oh God! Oh, no, I can’t take any more, oh fuck!” Her legs went stiff as her body shook with an orgasm, and then she melted into a limp rag doll as they fucked her like a whore until they both came, filling her whole body with their cum. When the two men’s bodies ceased their lurching into my wife, the stranger fell back onto the bed and I saw Shweta. She was exhausted, a disaster, and Sahil’s cock was still inside of her. Junaid had somehow gotten in, between the two of them, and guided his cock to her mouth, so she had her hand wrapped around his cock and her mouth around the crown of it, sucking away even though she was clearly half-dead from so much activity. Cum drained from her spread pussy, and I stared at the sight while I listened to the wet sucking she was still giving Junaid. Sahil pushed her up to get out from under her, his cock slipping out with another squelch. Junaid cradled my wife’s head and pushed himself further into her throat. He did most of the work, and Sahil held her up from behind so that he could pound one last load into her mouth. It took a long time for him to cum.
My own cock was aching but I wasn’t sure how to get in on this last bit of my wife. When at last Junaid came, Shweta swallowed dutifully, and he wiped a bit of cum from her lips and held his finger for her to suck it off. Shweta fell forward onto the bed, stretching out alongside me, her legs tangled over Sahil’s. Her ass was wet with cum, shining in the light, and she smelled like the sweat and excitement of everyone who had fucked her. I was exhausted, a little drunk. I could hear someone playing drums down the beach, and the waves began to lull me to sleep. I felt the bed shift as two of our companions left, and I pulled Shweta close to me as our sweat turned cool and the ocean breezes picked up. I found a sheet o up above my head and pulled it over us.
Shweta was already dozing. She faced me and snuggled into my chest. On the other side of her body, I could feel the heat of another man, but I was too tired to care who it was. I fell asleep. My dreams were troubled. They were also about snow; I was walking in it with no shoes and my feet were cold as hell. I kept finding something to cover them with – leaves, or grass, but it would eventually cease to work. Then a moose was drinking in a river next to me, and as I stared at it, the sound of the ocean slowly began to bring lucidity back to my mind.
I opened my eyes. Dawn was just starting to break, the light was blue. A Tiki torch dutifully, and almost miraculously, still whipped next to us in the light breeze, casting a strange light on the white netting of the bed. The sound of the licking moose was still there. I turned, and saw where it came from: my wife was facing me, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her naked body on its side. Her leg was propped up and Sahil’s dark hand was strung over her hip, his fingers embedded in her pussy. Her pussy sloshed as he played with her clit and dipped his fingers in and out.
Shweta moaned and opened her eyes. For a moment she just looked at me, her eyes a little stunned. Her body was rocking slightly, toward me and back, and I dropped my eyes to see that beneath his fingers I could see his balls, and flashes of his long cock as he slowly moved it back and forth in her ass. Sahil lifted his head to look at me over her shoulder. Shweta made another sound as Sahil dove deep inside of her. He reached beneath her head with his free hand and pulled her face toward him, his fingers in her mouth. He darted his tongue around over my wife’s mouth, playing with her eager tongue. All the while he stared at me. I took it as a challenge. I pushed myself over, and mingled my fingers in Shweta’s hair. I turned her head and pressed her mouth to mine. I dug deep into her mouth with my tongue.
This wasn’t so much a kiss as an act of ownership – I made sure she knew that, even as Sahil pushed his cock around in her ass and made her throat vibrate with a moan. I moved my hand down to where his fingers were playing with her soaked pussy, and I brushed them away from her cunt. Sahil relented, and slid his hand under her leg, lifting it up to get me better access. I didn’t hesitate to guide my cock to the opening of her pussy. She was so wet I slid right in, though I could feel how full and stretched she was. The hardness of Sahil’s cock grated against my own, through the wall of her soft pussy.
I still had Shweta’s mouth against mine, and she mewled into my lips. I released her too look at her face as I fucked her with Sahil’s cock inside of her. I heard him breathing heavily, and then I saw his fingers digging into her arm, his lips on her neck, his teeth gritting, and he let out a low yell as he emptied his seed inside of her. I could feel his cock pulsing against mine, and the slow trickle of hot cum squelching from Shweta’s filled backside. It was so filthy.
I met Shweta’s eyes and she stared at me. I think if I had looked only at her eyes, I might have thought she was shocked by herself, that she had gone too far by letting two men fuck her at once in the morning like a whore. But her whole body shook with an orgasm, and her pussy clenched around me and I’m sure her ass did the same around Sahil’s still embedded cock, so there was no way for her to lie about how she really felt.
She loved being a total slut. I grabbed her hair and pressed her lips to mine as I hammered into her. I grabbed her raised leg and pulled it over my hip, and I heard the sound of Sahil’s cock flopping out of her. I fucked her until I came, loudly, filling her with one more load of cum. Shweta was breathless, looking into my eyes, for several minutes. During that time, Sahil must have rolled off the bed and gone down to the beach, but I didn’t notice his departure. It might seem strange that I would have the feelings I did at that moment. That lying there with my wife after she had done so many things outside the boundaries of faithfulness and our marriage, after she had let man after man try to satisfy needs I never knew was inside of her, I would feel the way I did: more in love with her than ever. Shweta, for her part, seemed to be looking for my approval. In her eyes I could see that she was thinking of what she had done, wondering if it would, ultimately, be something that broke our marriage. But we didn’t say anything that morning. I pulled her over to me, and we wrapped what sheets we could find over ourselves, and slept until the early afternoon.

We woke up to the sounds of voices on the beach. We both sat up and pondered the scene, almost with disbelief. Though it was also a relief: all the people who had been around us in the darkness the night before, doing, I imagined, the same kinds of illicit things as us, were now up and acting quite normal. There was a game of frisbee going on in the water, and ladies sunbathing and occasionally complaining when a frisbee buzzed them too closely in their slumber. I noticed that some of the resort staff were already at work changing the sheets on the canopy beds. “This is really a trip,” Shweta said, almost as if she was reading my mind. “I still can’t believe places like this exist.” Then she looked at me. “What do we do now?” I kissed her. “I think we swim, and then we get some breakfast, at this so-called resort. If it exists.” We asked a few people on the beach where to get some breakfast, and it turned out that the so-called resort did in fact exist, just a short walk through the jungle on some wood boards.
The island rose up and dropped off again, and there was a leaking tunnel through the hill, which is why the very normal, stylish hotel had not been visible from our side. Sahil and Junaid were nowhere to be found, but the boat was still anchored out in the bay and I supposed I trusted Sahil not to leave us there, although I had to admit that the prospect was semi-alluring. This was not because I really wanted to indulge in more of what we had done last night, but because I wanted my wife to myself for a while. It was a strange contradiction in sentiments, but it was how I felt. Shweta was so stunning, leaning on the table in the hotel restaurant, a veranda near a stunning pool full of beautiful people who seemed to be getting an early start on another evening like the night before. She had bathed in the water and somehow recovered her swimsuit and sundress. Yesterday’s sun had left a faint pink glow on her round cheeks, under the eye – not a sunburn, but close.
Her hair was salty and windblown. She looked like some kind of surfing goddess, ten years younger, a lot more carefree. We ate in a silence that was in no way uncomfortable. Shweta stroked my leg under the table, and we exchanged a complicit smile every now and then. And then, suddenly, Sahil was there. He smiled down at us, and I was surprised by how relaxed he was able to comport himself, given what had transpired the night before. But I supposed that this was how people on this scene operated. “So,” he said, clapping his hands together. “I need to know what your plans are for the day.” Sahil looked slightly harried. His phone rang and he held up a finger to apologize, he needed to take the call. He answered. Shweta appeared to be watching the pool. “Sorry,” he said, putting the phone away. He squinted into the distance. “At any rate, it’s your choice, if you want we can stay another day, another two days. I have instructions from Wasim Sir to let you stay as long as you like...” Sahil looked pained, even as he smiled.
I looked at Shweta. She had a strange expression on her face. “Let me talk to Shweta,” I said, “And we’ll tell you in… about an hour?” Sahil nodded, and hurried away, taking his phone from his pocket again as he went. I was worried as I leaned across the table and took Shweta’s hand. Maybe this trip had become too much for her. But she surprised me by saying: “I think he has another client, and he can’t take it because of us,” she whispered. Shweta bit her lip. She evidently wanted to say something, but she just didn’t know how. “What is it?” I said. She shrugged. “I’m just wondering what we should do.” I waited while she chewed a little on her lip and thought.
“Well, do you want to stay here?” Shweta looked around at the resort. She smiled. “I think this might be a little too… fast-paced for me.” I was almost relieved to hear her say that. “But I’m not really ready to end our vacation,” she said. I waited. “But I hate to screw Sahil out of a lot of money by going to another… um, less… liberal island.” “Hmm,” I said. At this point, I just wanted some time alone with Shweta. We still had five days left before our flight home, and I didn’t really want to spend them here, or on the boat with Sahil and Junaid. It was Shweta who said it first, though the idea came to me at the same time: “Can you really make that boat sail yourself?” she asked. It was a stretch. A really reckless thing to do. It was a big yacht, an expensive one, and Shweta knew Sahil-all about sailing. It was, however, largely automated. The weather and the seas were calm, the forecast was good for the next month. There was always the motor to fall back on. “Can you learn a few things to help me out?” I said, smiling. Shweta tapped her fingers on her lips and grinned impishly. “I guess I could learn,” she said. I set my hands on the table and looked around. “Okay… I have to find Sahil, and call Wasim, and do a few things, and then… we’ll see.” Sahil, it turned out, did indeed have an extremely lucrative contract in Turks and Caicos, and he was more than happy, if Wasim was okay with it, to turn the boat over to me. Wasim, who had been sent back to India for an operation, must have been hopped up on morphine, because he told me to have a great time with Priya. I spoke to Neha, just to be sure, and she seemed as blasé about whether we tried to sail their 20 crore Rs yacht around by ourselves or not. “You have insurance, good insurance, right?” I said, idiotically. “Mmm… I guess so. Yeah, probably.” This was a really bad idea. “Okay, well… if you’re okay with it,” I said, giving her one more chance to back out. “You know how to sail, right?” Neha said. “Of course.” “Well then. Oh, and Piyush?” “Yeah?” “I’m so glad you had a nice time on Fantasy Island.” There was a smile in her voice. We waved goodbye to Sahil and Junaid as they boarded a float-plane in their miraculously pressed and clean white shirts and navy-blue shorts. They were the pictures of consummate professionalism, small duffel bags slung over their shoulders. “Ready to spend the next four days all alone on a yacht, with just me?” I said, pulling Shweta close to me. Shweta nodded wholeheartedly. She took my hand and we turned around and began to stroll through the very… happening… resort. We were headed for our raft, going back to the boat alone, for our own vacation. “Just don’t turn it into some big marital fight when you teach me how to… do sailing stuff,” Shweta said. I kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry,” I consoled her. “No couple has ever had a fight about sailing in the history of the world.” “I bet not.” “It’s a largely automated boat.” Shweta kissed my hand. “Does this mean you’re sold on the idea of getting a boat, by the way?” Shweta smiled and leaned against my shoulder. “Let’s see how the next four days go,” she said.

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