Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Avinash and Anuja dined early and at leisure, taking their time over the fine meal. Anuja ate sparingly, ordering a clear soup and a small baked dish which she didn't finish.

Avinash had arranged for Salman, the lifeguard, to call after dinner and she didn't want to be lethargic with a belly full of food. He was a sexy, exciting man and she expected to have plenty of good, hard sex with him.

"Didn't you enjoy the meal?" Avinash asked, pointing his fork to her half-eaten serving.

"It was very good. I just don't want to over-eat, that's all."

"Salman?"

"Yes."

"Here, I'll finish it."

Anuja smiled gently as she watched him add her meal to his. He had worked his way steadily through a grilled steak and a mountain of vegetables and fries.

"Where on earth do you put all that food?" she murmured.

He grinned. "I enjoy a good meal."

She laughed prettily, her eyes dancing. Avinash cleared his plate and took a sip of his wine. Anuja sipped her club-soda and smiled at him over the rim of her glass.

"Here's to us," she said softly.

He arched an eyebrow. "To us? Very well, if you say so."

"Any reason not to?"

He tilted his head and looked at her with a bemused expression. "You know, I can't decide whether this is a game you're playing, or if you're just crazy."

She smiled again. "It's not a game. I can't be unhappy for any length of time. It's not me."

"I see. And this despite what you've gone through?"

"And what is it I've gone through? On my honeymoon, I find my husband doesn't want to fuck me. He prefers to watch me fuck other men. All right. So be it. Fortunately, I enjoy fucking. It isn't all that bad."

"No?"

"No. Besides, I enjoy being fucked so much I wouldn't have been a faithful wife anyway. This is much better, in a sense."

"That's pretty cold-blooded."

"The situation demands it, don't you think?"

"I agree. Dessert? Coffee?"

"Coffee, please."

Avinash summoned a waiter and ordered coffee, a cognac for himself, cheese and biscuits for both.

"You actually look happy," he smiled.

"I am. I like this hotel. I like the sex I've had today. I'll have more tonight and tomorrow. And the only price is that in public places I have to look happy. That's not a problem. We have a deal, remember?"

Over coffee, the conversation moved to other topics. Anuja found him intelligent and well-informed; he thought her ideas were fresh and provocative.

They finished the coffee and left the restaurant, his arm around her waist, very much the honeymooning couple, very much in love, the cynosure of all eyes. They walked slowly around the glittering pool and returned to their suite.

He opened the door and followed her through. Inside, she turned and stopped him. Facing him, she slid her arms around his shoulders and lifted her face to his. Avinash tensed. Anuja smiled gently.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to bang you. Or ask you to bang me."

He relaxed visibly.

She laughed. "All I'm saying, Avinash, is that one day, I will make you want me. I will make you want my body and my soul and my being. And then we'll fuck. We'll fuck and fuck and fuck till we can't fuck any more. One day."

He looked at her quietly and she noticed that he didn't deny what she said. She smiled.

"Till then, my husband, just this." And she kissed him gently on the lips.

Avinash didn't respond. After a second, she let him go with a small laugh.

"All right, take your time," she murmured. "Meanwhile, I'm going to get myself laid by a stud. Come and watch."

She pranced off to the bedroom and he followed. She shook her head, turning, and shooed him out of the room. "Outside. In the hall. Rig up your cameras there. Not in here. We'll fuck outside. Oh, yes. Do you have a cod-piece? Something in black leather?"

Avinash grinned. "What exactly are you looking for?"

"Well, a sort of jock-strap thing in black leather, but with a sheath for his cock in front."

"I have just the thing."

"Good. Get it. We'll be using it. Now get out, I want to change."

Avinash grinned and turned back to the living area. Humming to himself, he set up his cameras and lights, working steadily and methodically for over twenty minutes. He had just finished when there was a knock on the door.

He answered it and let Salman in. The lifeguard was casually dressed in a singlet and shorts with comfortable beach sandals. He greeted Avinash warmly.

"Hello, sir, nice to see you again."

"Good to see you, too, Salman."

"This one is special, eh? Not like last time."

"No. Not like last time."

On his previous visit, Avinash had brought Nimisha down to Goa while her husband was abroad on work. They had stayed for three days and he had some incredible footage of her in action.

"Your wife, right?"

"Yes. My wife. This is our honeymoon."

Salman guffawed. "Nothing changes, does it?"

Avinash laughed. "No. Actually, the more it changes, the more it remains the same."

"Guess so. Okay, so where is she?"

"Changing. It's going to be in here."

"Nice. I see you've got your gear this time, too."

"I never leave home without it."

"I know. Anything in particular you want me to do to her?"

Avinash shook his head. "No. Just enjoy yourself. Do what you like."

"She likes butt-fucks?"

"Loves them, apparently."

"Good. She's got a very fuckable ass."

"Fuck it, then, by all means."

"I intend to, boss, don't worry. Just keep your cameras rolling."

"Don't you worry about that. Oh, any yes. She wants you to wear this."

Salman chuckled as he took the leather underpiece that Avinash handed him. "Horny chick."

"Very horny. Very, very horny. And don't put it on just yet."

The men turned and gasped.

Anuja looked stunning.

Her tawny body glittered with gold. She wore all her bridal jewellery. Her long hair was braided and parted in the centre, held by a gold head-piece.