18-06-2019, 04:11 PM
Both Anuja and Jayant were relieved at the family's acceptance of his choice. Vaishali was a childhood friend, close to both Anuja and Jayant.
Vaishali knew nothing of Jayant's sexual relationship with Anuja. Jayant suspected that she would not resent the truth -- he told Anuja that she was a tigress in bed, incessantly horny and hungry and eager -- but, unquestionably, there was a risk if she refused to accept the fact.
What Jayant did not know was that Vaishali herself had a colourful and rich sexual history and would not have minded in the least.
Indeed, she found Anuja sexy, too, and while she, Vaishali, had previous lesbian experience, she was unwilling to risk her betrothal to Jayant by making any overtures in that direction.
On a hot May afternoon, a few months before his marriage, when Jayant was in Bombay for a few weeks to shop for his wedding clothes, Anuja and Jayant slipped away to a small beach hotel in Manori, a distant suburb, where they could talk things through without being disturbed.
They lied smoothly to her parents, saying that they would be shopping in the suburbs and would dine out. They did not expect to return till late at night.
"Be back by midnight," her mother said.
"Oh, ma," Anuja pouted, pretended exasperation. "We're not children any longer. Honestly."
"Anuja."
"Oh, all right, all right."
Her mother smiled to herself. It was good to see the two young cousins so close to each other. Just like brother and sister.
The two lovers hurried to the hotel, impatient and hungry. Jayant drove her father's car, cutting recklessly through the traffic.
Avoiding the ferry crossing, which would have meant dumping the car on the far side of the creek, they took the considerably longer road route, looping around the northern suburbs and then heading south-west. They arrived at the hotel just before lunch.
They had used the hotel frequently, on Jayant's previous visits, occasionally staying overnight. Set in several acres of beach-front property, it was a pleasant place, with little shacks and villas turned into guest rooms.
It was quiet, comfortable, secluded and safe: every visit, Anuja fucked the resident manager to ensure silence. They checked in as husband and wife. The resident manager came out of his office to greet them personally.
"Hello, hello," he beamed. "It's nice to see you again. Long time."
"Too long, Osmond," Jayant grinned. "Much too long."
"You know, just the other day, men, I was thinking, hey, man, I haven't seen these two in such a long time. And what do you know? The next thing, the telephone rang and it was you!"
"A miracle," Jayant murmured.
"No man, really. It is always a pleasure."
"You can say that again." Jayant stifled a grin at the man's peculiar accent, typically lower-middle class Catholic, and earned a sharp elbow in the ribs.
"And how is the young lady?" Osmond leered at Anuja as he ushered them out of the reception office to a little villa set back from the others.
She forced a smile. "Very well, thank you."
"Good, good. That is good. You know, men, this is just the place for young couples like you. You must come more often. Come and have fun, enjoy, just relax, eat, drink, dance and ..."
Vaishali knew nothing of Jayant's sexual relationship with Anuja. Jayant suspected that she would not resent the truth -- he told Anuja that she was a tigress in bed, incessantly horny and hungry and eager -- but, unquestionably, there was a risk if she refused to accept the fact.
What Jayant did not know was that Vaishali herself had a colourful and rich sexual history and would not have minded in the least.
Indeed, she found Anuja sexy, too, and while she, Vaishali, had previous lesbian experience, she was unwilling to risk her betrothal to Jayant by making any overtures in that direction.
On a hot May afternoon, a few months before his marriage, when Jayant was in Bombay for a few weeks to shop for his wedding clothes, Anuja and Jayant slipped away to a small beach hotel in Manori, a distant suburb, where they could talk things through without being disturbed.
They lied smoothly to her parents, saying that they would be shopping in the suburbs and would dine out. They did not expect to return till late at night.
"Be back by midnight," her mother said.
"Oh, ma," Anuja pouted, pretended exasperation. "We're not children any longer. Honestly."
"Anuja."
"Oh, all right, all right."
Her mother smiled to herself. It was good to see the two young cousins so close to each other. Just like brother and sister.
The two lovers hurried to the hotel, impatient and hungry. Jayant drove her father's car, cutting recklessly through the traffic.
Avoiding the ferry crossing, which would have meant dumping the car on the far side of the creek, they took the considerably longer road route, looping around the northern suburbs and then heading south-west. They arrived at the hotel just before lunch.
They had used the hotel frequently, on Jayant's previous visits, occasionally staying overnight. Set in several acres of beach-front property, it was a pleasant place, with little shacks and villas turned into guest rooms.
It was quiet, comfortable, secluded and safe: every visit, Anuja fucked the resident manager to ensure silence. They checked in as husband and wife. The resident manager came out of his office to greet them personally.
"Hello, hello," he beamed. "It's nice to see you again. Long time."
"Too long, Osmond," Jayant grinned. "Much too long."
"You know, just the other day, men, I was thinking, hey, man, I haven't seen these two in such a long time. And what do you know? The next thing, the telephone rang and it was you!"
"A miracle," Jayant murmured.
"No man, really. It is always a pleasure."
"You can say that again." Jayant stifled a grin at the man's peculiar accent, typically lower-middle class Catholic, and earned a sharp elbow in the ribs.
"And how is the young lady?" Osmond leered at Anuja as he ushered them out of the reception office to a little villa set back from the others.
She forced a smile. "Very well, thank you."
"Good, good. That is good. You know, men, this is just the place for young couples like you. You must come more often. Come and have fun, enjoy, just relax, eat, drink, dance and ..."
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