Vikas and his fantasy for his wife

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The alarm woke Vikas and he saw his wife cuddled up like a baby. He kissed her cheek which was now regaining its normal color. Nidhi opened her eyes and gave Vikas a smile. She hoped everything was a dream. They quickly freshened up and went to have a bath. Nidhi avoided the last bathroom as it had some real difficult memories. Nidhi selected the green shirt she had brought in manali. She recalled the manali incident and tried to put away the shirt but she did not have much options for clothes. The hurried morning gave her little time to think, it was more of a mechanical routine to get ready.

 It was 7 am and they were all ready to leave. They walked out and met the kid who had seen her naked last night. Good morning mem sahib. Nidhi looked at him and mumbled a good morning. Madam please take your clothes on your way back. We shall await your visit. Saying this he gave a big smile. Vikas looked quizzically as Nidhi just nodded and moved on. She did not want to stretch the topic in Vikas's presence. The guys were waiting to say good morning. They had heard the dick raising event from Ranjeet late into the night and slept with rock hard cocks. They were waiting for the hours to pass and see what might happen, and they could end up being lucky. Nidhi was wearing the green shirt and she continued with her white Capri. She had covered her eyes with the goggles as she did not want to look into Ranjeet's eyes again.

 She did not know what was right or wrong. But she just had decided to stay away from the guy. Every one was ready with their luggage and bikes. They had a quite tea with only questions about if they had a good sleep. Nidhi had decided not to take part in the conversation. She pulled her jacket over her body to feel warmer. The only skin that was exposed was her face partially covered with the goggles and her calf muscles. Clean and well shaved legs that appeared from her white Capri and hid into the white socks. Her hair was tightly tied in a pony. Her neck looked shapely due to the hair tied up. The guys paid the bills and started towards the bikes. Vikas put down the sack and smiled at Nidhi. Her shoulders pained by the thought of carrying that load. But she smiled at her husband and picked up the sack.

 The tired muscles felt the bag heavier than yesterday. She gave a tired groan as she loaded it on her shoulders. Vikas helped her adjust her bag. The other guys had already started their bikes. Ranjeet had not spoken to her nor looked at her since morning; he was showing her some attitude. Nidhi adjusted herself on the bullet as Vikas started the bullet. "Let’s go" said Vikas as the bikes roared in the mountains. The sun was behind the snow clad mountain peaks and the whether was beautiful. The entire valley was looking like heaven and through it rode our princess in her chariot. They rode for 4 hours and everyone was in his own thoughts. Nidhi was thinking about the way she was fucked in that bathroom and how Ranjeet slapped her. She was trying to analyze who was wrong and who should be blamed. She was also scared how to proceed with the further travel with the same guy. She was also scared about Ranjeet telling his friends what had happened. The stranger was busy imagining the same curves that Dheeraj was busy kissing in his thoughts. They were enticed by the sexy girl who was riding the bullet before their eyes. 

Ranjeet had decided he would play around for a while with Nidhi, he knew he had to show some attitude till she comes to him, else he always could approach her. With all the cocks strained against their jeans as they vibrated on the bullet on the rough road. The road had started to become bad and had some real bad patches. The straps of the sack were hurting Nidhi as they dug deeper in her soft flesh with each jerk on the road. The pain brought her back to reality as she saw the bike moving towards a bad road to climb the next mountain. She was starving and the sun was high now. Vikas halted the bike on a curve. Nidhi realized he wanted to relieve himself