30-06-2019, 01:14 PM
For the rest of their honeymoon, Anuja took a succession of lovers, indulging herself freely. Avinash was overjoyed and shot tape after tape of raw footage. She was incredible in bed, hot and insatiable with other men.
With him, she was gentle and tender, undemanding. He saw no trace of anger, but could not fail to notice the echoes of a deep, aching sorrow in her voice and eyes. Time and again he caught himself falling over the edge of his desire.
Each time, he drew back and the darkness enveloped his soul and left him moaning in grief.
On a hot afternoon, he sat on the beach, a pair of binoculars around his neck and a camera fitted with a powerful telephoto lens on a tripod before him and watched her on a raft out at sea.
Earlier, they swam together in the high, rolling waves, bobbing around in the water, splashing and laughing. She looked lovely in her tiny string bikini with the water glittering off her tawny skin, her coiled hair damp.
They were in neck-deep water and she floated into his arms and, with a small hop, wound her legs about his hips and her arms about his shoulders and kissed him gently.
He returned the kiss tenderly. By now, he had begun to yield in small measure. He never went much further. This was no threat.
"I'm feeling horny," she smiled, her tongue slithering along his lips.
"Again? You just fucked the room-service guy."
"So? Am I on rations, or what?"
He laughed. "All right. Who do you want to fuck?"
"You."
"No."
"Yes."
"Someone else."
"No."
"Please."
She was only teasing, he knew, there was no serious demand. He cupped her breasts. They were heavy and hot and her nipples stiffened. He thumbed her nipples gently. Her eyes widened in surprise.
He grinned and shook his head. She pouted, feigning disappointment. It wasn't altogether a pretence. She slid her hands into his briefs and fondled his penis. It remained limp. She sighed.
"Oh, all right. Get me someone."
"Who?"
"That dishy lifeguard on the beach."
"Ravi."
"Is that his name."
"Yes."
"Okay, Ravi."
"Where do you want to fuck?"
She turned her face and nodded to a wood frame raft bobbing further out. "There. On the raft."
"Okay. You go ahead, I'll send him to you."
"You're a pet."
They kissed again, lingering and he continued fondling her breasts, tormenting her. When he released her, she was breathing heavily, her nostrils flared and her eyes bright and sharp, glittering like the droplets of water that splintered in the hard sunlight.
He recognized the now-familiar telltale signs and laughed softly.
"Go on," he said. "Go and wait."
He turned to the beach and began to swim away from her, stroking smoothly and easily in a powerful freestyle action.
Anuja watched him go and sighed to herself with regret. It was going to be a long haul, but she had made a beginning. The hostility had gone and now there was an easy, comfortable friendship between them.
They conversed easily and over a range of subjects, and the interspersed silences were gentle and relaxed. Watching her have sex with other men excited him enormously and she had begun to revel in his enjoyment of her pleasure.
When he watched her, he had a sexy, hard, glittering look in his eyes that made her lust for his body. His cock was beautiful and she longed to feel it in her mouth, between her breasts, in her cunt and in her ass, to feel the sharp sting of his seed when he came.
Soon, she promised herself. She would have him soon.
Turning, she swam lazily to the raft and levered herself onto the jute-hemp covered platform. Wiping the water from her face, shading her eyes from the sun, she squinted at the shore and spotted Avinash talking to the lifeguard.
She saw the lifeguard jump off his high chair, nod, grin and then mime a fucking action, pumping his hips with his arms wide as though holding a woman's thighs. Avinash laughed and nodded, clapping him on the back and pointed to the raft. Ravi looked at the raft.
Anuja lifted her arm and waved. The men waved back. Then Ravi jogged down the sand and crashed through the waves, striding in till he was in to his waist. Diving into the water, he began swimming out to the raft, stroking powerfully. Anuja saw Avinash move to a colourful beach umbrella.
He rummaged in his camera bag and began setting up his rig.
Anuja lay back on the rough surface of the raft, her eyes closed, one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee, her arms above her head, fingers trailing in the water. The sun beat down on her wet body.
The raft bobbed gently. She felt it rock sharply to one side and turned her face. Ravi grinned at her, treading water by the raft.
With him, she was gentle and tender, undemanding. He saw no trace of anger, but could not fail to notice the echoes of a deep, aching sorrow in her voice and eyes. Time and again he caught himself falling over the edge of his desire.
Each time, he drew back and the darkness enveloped his soul and left him moaning in grief.
On a hot afternoon, he sat on the beach, a pair of binoculars around his neck and a camera fitted with a powerful telephoto lens on a tripod before him and watched her on a raft out at sea.
Earlier, they swam together in the high, rolling waves, bobbing around in the water, splashing and laughing. She looked lovely in her tiny string bikini with the water glittering off her tawny skin, her coiled hair damp.
They were in neck-deep water and she floated into his arms and, with a small hop, wound her legs about his hips and her arms about his shoulders and kissed him gently.
He returned the kiss tenderly. By now, he had begun to yield in small measure. He never went much further. This was no threat.
"I'm feeling horny," she smiled, her tongue slithering along his lips.
"Again? You just fucked the room-service guy."
"So? Am I on rations, or what?"
He laughed. "All right. Who do you want to fuck?"
"You."
"No."
"Yes."
"Someone else."
"No."
"Please."
She was only teasing, he knew, there was no serious demand. He cupped her breasts. They were heavy and hot and her nipples stiffened. He thumbed her nipples gently. Her eyes widened in surprise.
He grinned and shook his head. She pouted, feigning disappointment. It wasn't altogether a pretence. She slid her hands into his briefs and fondled his penis. It remained limp. She sighed.
"Oh, all right. Get me someone."
"Who?"
"That dishy lifeguard on the beach."
"Ravi."
"Is that his name."
"Yes."
"Okay, Ravi."
"Where do you want to fuck?"
She turned her face and nodded to a wood frame raft bobbing further out. "There. On the raft."
"Okay. You go ahead, I'll send him to you."
"You're a pet."
They kissed again, lingering and he continued fondling her breasts, tormenting her. When he released her, she was breathing heavily, her nostrils flared and her eyes bright and sharp, glittering like the droplets of water that splintered in the hard sunlight.
He recognized the now-familiar telltale signs and laughed softly.
"Go on," he said. "Go and wait."
He turned to the beach and began to swim away from her, stroking smoothly and easily in a powerful freestyle action.
Anuja watched him go and sighed to herself with regret. It was going to be a long haul, but she had made a beginning. The hostility had gone and now there was an easy, comfortable friendship between them.
They conversed easily and over a range of subjects, and the interspersed silences were gentle and relaxed. Watching her have sex with other men excited him enormously and she had begun to revel in his enjoyment of her pleasure.
When he watched her, he had a sexy, hard, glittering look in his eyes that made her lust for his body. His cock was beautiful and she longed to feel it in her mouth, between her breasts, in her cunt and in her ass, to feel the sharp sting of his seed when he came.
Soon, she promised herself. She would have him soon.
Turning, she swam lazily to the raft and levered herself onto the jute-hemp covered platform. Wiping the water from her face, shading her eyes from the sun, she squinted at the shore and spotted Avinash talking to the lifeguard.
She saw the lifeguard jump off his high chair, nod, grin and then mime a fucking action, pumping his hips with his arms wide as though holding a woman's thighs. Avinash laughed and nodded, clapping him on the back and pointed to the raft. Ravi looked at the raft.
Anuja lifted her arm and waved. The men waved back. Then Ravi jogged down the sand and crashed through the waves, striding in till he was in to his waist. Diving into the water, he began swimming out to the raft, stroking powerfully. Anuja saw Avinash move to a colourful beach umbrella.
He rummaged in his camera bag and began setting up his rig.
Anuja lay back on the rough surface of the raft, her eyes closed, one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee, her arms above her head, fingers trailing in the water. The sun beat down on her wet body.
The raft bobbed gently. She felt it rock sharply to one side and turned her face. Ravi grinned at her, treading water by the raft.
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