30-12-2018, 01:07 PM
Testing Indian Wife's Limits Ch. 01
Serendipity. That's how it all started. A random low probability confluence of events that forever changed my marriage and my life.
Shama and I were on a vacation at a couples-only all-inclusive resort in Jamaica. Our son Abhi had reached four years of age, and was independent enough to be left alone with our friends back in Atlanta for a few days. Since Shama got pregnant five years ago, everything in our lives had pretty much revolved around Abhi. And of course, our demanding careers. We had gone through half a decade of our personal chemistry slowly waning and settling into this rut that first time parents find themselves in.
This week-long vacation was a conscious effort to change all that. To rekindle our dormant romance in our mid-to-late 30s. Which it did. But it also ended up kindling something very different.
As I said, it started very randomly. On our second-last day at the resort. The next morning, we were to fly back to Atlanta.
We had enjoyed five days and nights of relative solitude in our private beach villa, moonlit walks on the beach, lounging around on the beach, jogging on the beach, watersports from the beach, and of course, sex on the beach. We had more sex in those five days than the previous year combined. Having demanding jobs and a demanding child makes it difficult to find enough intimate moments.
The sex had also been helped by what Jamaica is synonymous with - weed. Within an hour of reaching the resort, one of the friendly staff had quietly offered us a bag of joints at a very affordable rate (in US dollars anyway). Shama and I hadn't smoked weed since grad college. So we indulged in it enthusiastically.
That fateful morning, we had both just returned from a jog on the beach. As our forties loom large, we have both gotten very health-conscious. I sweat a lot, so I jumped into the shower. When I came out, Shama was on the balcony, smoking a joint.
"You started without me?" I asked, joining her.
"Hehe, there are so many joints still left and less than 24 hours. I didn't think you'd mind, Parth." she said in a dreamy voice holding the joint out for me.
"Of course I don't." I said, taking a hit.
Soon we were both high, staring at the waves crash on the beach.
"I am gonna take another long bath." Shama said a while later.
"Maybe I'll join you like yesterday." I stroked her ass. Unlike the tub at home, this one was big, and as we had discovered the previous day, big enough to comfortably have sex in.
"I'd like that." she rubbed my crotch and said.
"Hey, let's just record a video for Abhi first." I said. She nodded.
I soon had my laptop open and the webcam on. We had been doing this everyday, twice a day. Recording a video message for Abhi and sending it to our friends who then played it for him.
"Let's try not to sound high. Hehehe." she said.
"We were high in the one yesterday and Rajat said Abhi didn't notice anything. Hehehe."
Our weed-addled selves giggled for a while. And then we finally composed ourselves. I turned the recording on.
"Hi Abhi! We love you and miss you!!" we both said in chorus.
"Your dad misses you." I said.
"And your mommy misses you." Shama said.
"And we are both very excited to see you again tomorrow. Rajat uncle and Neela aunty say you have been a very good boy." I said.
"Be a good boy for another day. And we will see you soon." Shama said.
"Love you!!" we both said in chorus.
I was feeling really high and had a bad case of cottonmouth. I reached for the water bottle as I turned the record button off.
"That's the last one." Shama said as she started stripping her clothes off.
I stared at her curvy figure come into view as she took off her tank top and then her tights.
"You're so hot!" I said.
"So are you." she said. "But we need water."
"Yeah." I said, nursing that last bottle.
The resort had told us that unlike the US, tap water wasn't safe to drink. They left a lot of bottled water outside our door and we could go pick it up from the front desk anytime. Of course, since we were both perpetually high, we had been going through the water at twice the usual rate.
"Go get more water. I'll get in the bath and get ready for you." she kissed me.
"Alright." I said.
I watched Shama's naked full ass bounce as she walked to the bathroom. I felt an instant erection rising. I was tempted to follow her in there and take her again right there. But my physical thirst was exceeded by my actual thirst.
"I'll be right back and then it's sex in the bath." I sighed as she blew me a kiss over her shoulders and wiggled her ass seductively.
I had to wait a few minutes to let the erection subside before I left the villa. The seclusion of those beach villas meant that it was a bit of a walk to the front desk. In the sun, I realized just how high I was. Wow, Jamaican weed is strong!
I finally reached the front desk and made sure I wasn't still hard before asking them for water. They quickly handed me a case.
As I was about to start walking back, my phone rang.
"Hey Parth, sorry to disturb you two. Abhi was just really insistent."
"Don't worry, Rajat. It's fine. Put him on." I said, trying to focus.
I put the water bottles down and sat down on a couch.
"Dad! You will not believe what we just saw! Five bunnies! Five!"
My son launched into a story about how five bunnies had been gamboling around Rajat's backyard and how excited he was to see them. Then he talked about their visit to the zoo the previous day. And the movies they had watched.
It took all my will power to stay focused and talk to him normally. Without sounding high. I am pretty sure I managed it.
I don't know how long I talked with him. Weed warps your perception of time. Finally, with a promise that I would send him another video soon, I hung up.
It seemed like a long walk back to the villa with the case of bottled water. Finally I reached our door, swiped my card and tried to open it. I was surprised to find there was a chain lock.
Annoyed, I was about to rap on the door when I heard the chain being opened. The door opened with Shama's gorgeous face popping out. She seemed to be breathing heavily. She stepped back to let me in.
"Why did you..." I started asking about the chain lock when I saw my wife in her entirety.
She was completely naked of course, but her ample bosom was heaving like I had rarely seen. Her right hand was at her clit, rubbing furiously. I dropped the water right there as she slammed the door shut. And put the chain lock again.
"Shama...what's..."
"FUCK ME NOW!!" she said, pretty much jumping at me like a lioness in heat.
"G..g..gladly!" I said, as she knocked me down on the floor.
I had never seen her in such frenzy before. She grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. Seeing her in this form had already started getting me hard. By the time she pulled my shirt off and got on top, I was fully erect.
This was a new side of Shama. She enjoyed sex of course, but in our 10 years together, 3 dating and 7 married, I had never known her to be the aggressor. Not in such an aggressive way.
She bit my chest and my neck hard as she lowered a wet and warm cunt onto my erect dick. And then she scratched my chest hard as she started moving her hips back and forth rapidly.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked, lowering one of them in my open mouth.
"Mmm hmmmm." I said, biting her nipples.
"Spank me. Spank me hard." she said.
"Okay!" I landed a couple of smacks on her ass.
"Harder!!" she said in a throaty voice. "Spank me like you mean it!!"
And so it went. It was awesome and memorable, even through the marijuana haze. My wife had never been this way before. She came hard twice on top of me. Then got on all fours and asked me to "take her like a bitch." I did.
Finally I came inside her. Something I always appreciated about her having an IUD.
She lay writhing and moaning naked in my arms on the floor as we kissed and bit each other for a long time. Finally, our passions subsided.
"What...brought that on?" I said, gently kissing her.
"I don't know." she shyly responded, sounding like her usual self.
She slowly got up, reached for a water and started drinking it as she walked to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"Just cleaning up." she said and the door closed behind her. Soon I heard the shower start.
Once my breath got back to normal, I slipped my clothes back on and walked towards the desk to fulfill my promise to Abhi about the video. That's when I noticed a light blinking on the laptop.
Oh fuck, had I not turned the recording off? I rushed to the desk and sure enough, it was still recording! I thought I had turned it off, but I was so high that I might not have clicked the mouse hard enough or in the right place.
I focused and turned it off. It was about 45 minutes. Ugh, no way I could send the whole video with our sex sounds to our 4 year old.
I opened an editing software, and started at the beginning. Where Shama and I had started recording the message. I cut the file where it ended, and saved it. I watched the 2 minute thing a couple of times to make sure it was all G-rated. And then emailed it to Rajat.
I looked at the entire file that had been accidentally recorded. I was about to delete it. But then I stopped.
Shama and I had never made a sex tape. Given the position of the laptop, I knew even this wouldn't have recorded her jumping me at the door. But I was curious to see what sounds it did record.
I was about to open it and see when the bathroom door opened.
"Parth." Shama said standing naked in the door. Water was dripping off her nipples.
"Yes, honey?" I swallowed as I watched her curvy form.
"Fuck me again." she said.
"Gladly!" I shut the laptop and ran towards her.
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Serendipity. That's how it all started. A random low probability confluence of events that forever changed my marriage and my life.
Shama and I were on a vacation at a couples-only all-inclusive resort in Jamaica. Our son Abhi had reached four years of age, and was independent enough to be left alone with our friends back in Atlanta for a few days. Since Shama got pregnant five years ago, everything in our lives had pretty much revolved around Abhi. And of course, our demanding careers. We had gone through half a decade of our personal chemistry slowly waning and settling into this rut that first time parents find themselves in.
This week-long vacation was a conscious effort to change all that. To rekindle our dormant romance in our mid-to-late 30s. Which it did. But it also ended up kindling something very different.
As I said, it started very randomly. On our second-last day at the resort. The next morning, we were to fly back to Atlanta.
We had enjoyed five days and nights of relative solitude in our private beach villa, moonlit walks on the beach, lounging around on the beach, jogging on the beach, watersports from the beach, and of course, sex on the beach. We had more sex in those five days than the previous year combined. Having demanding jobs and a demanding child makes it difficult to find enough intimate moments.
The sex had also been helped by what Jamaica is synonymous with - weed. Within an hour of reaching the resort, one of the friendly staff had quietly offered us a bag of joints at a very affordable rate (in US dollars anyway). Shama and I hadn't smoked weed since grad college. So we indulged in it enthusiastically.
That fateful morning, we had both just returned from a jog on the beach. As our forties loom large, we have both gotten very health-conscious. I sweat a lot, so I jumped into the shower. When I came out, Shama was on the balcony, smoking a joint.
"You started without me?" I asked, joining her.
"Hehe, there are so many joints still left and less than 24 hours. I didn't think you'd mind, Parth." she said in a dreamy voice holding the joint out for me.
"Of course I don't." I said, taking a hit.
Soon we were both high, staring at the waves crash on the beach.
"I am gonna take another long bath." Shama said a while later.
"Maybe I'll join you like yesterday." I stroked her ass. Unlike the tub at home, this one was big, and as we had discovered the previous day, big enough to comfortably have sex in.
"I'd like that." she rubbed my crotch and said.
"Hey, let's just record a video for Abhi first." I said. She nodded.
I soon had my laptop open and the webcam on. We had been doing this everyday, twice a day. Recording a video message for Abhi and sending it to our friends who then played it for him.
"Let's try not to sound high. Hehehe." she said.
"We were high in the one yesterday and Rajat said Abhi didn't notice anything. Hehehe."
Our weed-addled selves giggled for a while. And then we finally composed ourselves. I turned the recording on.
"Hi Abhi! We love you and miss you!!" we both said in chorus.
"Your dad misses you." I said.
"And your mommy misses you." Shama said.
"And we are both very excited to see you again tomorrow. Rajat uncle and Neela aunty say you have been a very good boy." I said.
"Be a good boy for another day. And we will see you soon." Shama said.
"Love you!!" we both said in chorus.
I was feeling really high and had a bad case of cottonmouth. I reached for the water bottle as I turned the record button off.
"That's the last one." Shama said as she started stripping her clothes off.
I stared at her curvy figure come into view as she took off her tank top and then her tights.
"You're so hot!" I said.
"So are you." she said. "But we need water."
"Yeah." I said, nursing that last bottle.
The resort had told us that unlike the US, tap water wasn't safe to drink. They left a lot of bottled water outside our door and we could go pick it up from the front desk anytime. Of course, since we were both perpetually high, we had been going through the water at twice the usual rate.
"Go get more water. I'll get in the bath and get ready for you." she kissed me.
"Alright." I said.
I watched Shama's naked full ass bounce as she walked to the bathroom. I felt an instant erection rising. I was tempted to follow her in there and take her again right there. But my physical thirst was exceeded by my actual thirst.
"I'll be right back and then it's sex in the bath." I sighed as she blew me a kiss over her shoulders and wiggled her ass seductively.
I had to wait a few minutes to let the erection subside before I left the villa. The seclusion of those beach villas meant that it was a bit of a walk to the front desk. In the sun, I realized just how high I was. Wow, Jamaican weed is strong!
I finally reached the front desk and made sure I wasn't still hard before asking them for water. They quickly handed me a case.
As I was about to start walking back, my phone rang.
"Hey Parth, sorry to disturb you two. Abhi was just really insistent."
"Don't worry, Rajat. It's fine. Put him on." I said, trying to focus.
I put the water bottles down and sat down on a couch.
"Dad! You will not believe what we just saw! Five bunnies! Five!"
My son launched into a story about how five bunnies had been gamboling around Rajat's backyard and how excited he was to see them. Then he talked about their visit to the zoo the previous day. And the movies they had watched.
It took all my will power to stay focused and talk to him normally. Without sounding high. I am pretty sure I managed it.
I don't know how long I talked with him. Weed warps your perception of time. Finally, with a promise that I would send him another video soon, I hung up.
It seemed like a long walk back to the villa with the case of bottled water. Finally I reached our door, swiped my card and tried to open it. I was surprised to find there was a chain lock.
Annoyed, I was about to rap on the door when I heard the chain being opened. The door opened with Shama's gorgeous face popping out. She seemed to be breathing heavily. She stepped back to let me in.
"Why did you..." I started asking about the chain lock when I saw my wife in her entirety.
She was completely naked of course, but her ample bosom was heaving like I had rarely seen. Her right hand was at her clit, rubbing furiously. I dropped the water right there as she slammed the door shut. And put the chain lock again.
"Shama...what's..."
"FUCK ME NOW!!" she said, pretty much jumping at me like a lioness in heat.
"G..g..gladly!" I said, as she knocked me down on the floor.
I had never seen her in such frenzy before. She grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. Seeing her in this form had already started getting me hard. By the time she pulled my shirt off and got on top, I was fully erect.
This was a new side of Shama. She enjoyed sex of course, but in our 10 years together, 3 dating and 7 married, I had never known her to be the aggressor. Not in such an aggressive way.
She bit my chest and my neck hard as she lowered a wet and warm cunt onto my erect dick. And then she scratched my chest hard as she started moving her hips back and forth rapidly.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked, lowering one of them in my open mouth.
"Mmm hmmmm." I said, biting her nipples.
"Spank me. Spank me hard." she said.
"Okay!" I landed a couple of smacks on her ass.
"Harder!!" she said in a throaty voice. "Spank me like you mean it!!"
And so it went. It was awesome and memorable, even through the marijuana haze. My wife had never been this way before. She came hard twice on top of me. Then got on all fours and asked me to "take her like a bitch." I did.
Finally I came inside her. Something I always appreciated about her having an IUD.
She lay writhing and moaning naked in my arms on the floor as we kissed and bit each other for a long time. Finally, our passions subsided.
"What...brought that on?" I said, gently kissing her.
"I don't know." she shyly responded, sounding like her usual self.
She slowly got up, reached for a water and started drinking it as she walked to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"Just cleaning up." she said and the door closed behind her. Soon I heard the shower start.
Once my breath got back to normal, I slipped my clothes back on and walked towards the desk to fulfill my promise to Abhi about the video. That's when I noticed a light blinking on the laptop.
Oh fuck, had I not turned the recording off? I rushed to the desk and sure enough, it was still recording! I thought I had turned it off, but I was so high that I might not have clicked the mouse hard enough or in the right place.
I focused and turned it off. It was about 45 minutes. Ugh, no way I could send the whole video with our sex sounds to our 4 year old.
I opened an editing software, and started at the beginning. Where Shama and I had started recording the message. I cut the file where it ended, and saved it. I watched the 2 minute thing a couple of times to make sure it was all G-rated. And then emailed it to Rajat.
I looked at the entire file that had been accidentally recorded. I was about to delete it. But then I stopped.
Shama and I had never made a sex tape. Given the position of the laptop, I knew even this wouldn't have recorded her jumping me at the door. But I was curious to see what sounds it did record.
I was about to open it and see when the bathroom door opened.
"Parth." Shama said standing naked in the door. Water was dripping off her nipples.
"Yes, honey?" I swallowed as I watched her curvy form.
"Fuck me again." she said.
"Gladly!" I shut the laptop and ran towards her.
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