06-01-2026, 04:28 PM
Rahul smiled and moved away from the camera. That’s when kamal saw his wife sleeping naked as the day she
was born. Her skin glowing in the dimly lit room. He kissed her on the lips and woke her up. Athidi looked at
the camera smiling.
That’s when kamal woke up from his dream.
After that, He couldn’t sleep. He made himself a very large coffee, skipped the gym and spent the day
mooching around in a bad mood, telling himself that he was being ridiculous and paranoid. Athidi would never
cheat on him. No way!
Kamal forced himself to work, but as he sat on his office laptop staring at the screen instead. he found his mind
wandering to Rahul and that look he’d given Athidi as he’d left her room. Kamal wondered how closely he
worked with her. Was he finding excuses to be around her? Coming to her room to check up on her? Offering
to accompany her on runs around the island, so he could jog behind her and check out her ass? His
imagination ran riot.
And the weird thing kamal felt that he wasn’t angry about it. He was sort of turned on. And that in turn made
him angrier, until he didn’t know what he was feeling.
‘I should be jealous, not aroused!’, kamal thought to himself.
Eventually, staring out of the window with coffee mug in hand, kamal confronted it. Maybe it wasn’t so weird
that he was turned on by the whole situation. In a sense, even though he was the only guy not on the island
with Athidhi, he was the luckiest one. Everyone—including them and him—fantasized about her. But he was the
only one who’d actually fucked her, the only one who would ever fuck her. And while she’d been on the island,
he was the only one who’d seen her naked. The only one who’d shot his load alongside her own moaning climax.
Kamal felt himself relax a little after these thoughts. He even started to feel good about it. And what he
thought next seemed like just a natural progression.
‘She would never cheat on me.’ kamal said to himself
And she was the only woman on the island. He almost felt sorry for those other guys, lusting after her all day, l
Longing for just the smallest glimpse of her. Rahul, in particular. Kamal could tell he was crazy about her.
Then a wicked thought came to his mind,
What if…what if he encouraged her to give the guys just a taste? Or maybe even just Rahul. There was no harm
in that, right? He’d be like the rich man, dropping a few coins out of his castle window to the peasants.
This thought appealed to Kamal. He knew he was a little intimidated by the guys on the island—that old body
builder/geek thing, again. He wasn’t as tall, as strong, or as good-looking as them and, with all their hazard
pay, he probably didn’t even make as much money as them. Dangling Athidi in front of them would give him a
chance to feel powerful again.
Kamal turned the thought over and over in his mind. He needed to think on it some more before he risked
doing anything, but he could feel the excitement rushing through his veins. he was suddenly more fired up
than he had been in days.
In the meantime, kamal had another idea. He emailed Athidi and asked her if she’d shave herself bare for him.
He sat there staring at the email for almost an hour before finally plucking up the courage to send it. A few
hours later, a reply came back.
“Wait and see.”
Kamal counted the minutes until that night’s call. When she called, he was sitting there ready—by now, he’d
taken the precaution of bringing a box of tissues.
Two surprises greeted him. She was in a dress—which came as a surprise for kamal, that she’d even bothered
taking a dress to the island—and there was a bottle of red wine on the desk next to her keyboard.
“I thought I’d dress up for you a little,” she told kamal, and stood up to show him. The dress was a simple black
cocktail dress—about the most unsuitable thing possible for a near isolated island, which he supposed was
sort of the point. It had a deep “V” shaped neckline that showed off the sides of her fabulous breasts and
hugged her body down to mid-thigh, making the most of her shapely legs. She’d even gone to the trouble to
put on heels for him.
was born. Her skin glowing in the dimly lit room. He kissed her on the lips and woke her up. Athidi looked at
the camera smiling.
That’s when kamal woke up from his dream.
After that, He couldn’t sleep. He made himself a very large coffee, skipped the gym and spent the day
mooching around in a bad mood, telling himself that he was being ridiculous and paranoid. Athidi would never
cheat on him. No way!
Kamal forced himself to work, but as he sat on his office laptop staring at the screen instead. he found his mind
wandering to Rahul and that look he’d given Athidi as he’d left her room. Kamal wondered how closely he
worked with her. Was he finding excuses to be around her? Coming to her room to check up on her? Offering
to accompany her on runs around the island, so he could jog behind her and check out her ass? His
imagination ran riot.
And the weird thing kamal felt that he wasn’t angry about it. He was sort of turned on. And that in turn made
him angrier, until he didn’t know what he was feeling.
‘I should be jealous, not aroused!’, kamal thought to himself.
Eventually, staring out of the window with coffee mug in hand, kamal confronted it. Maybe it wasn’t so weird
that he was turned on by the whole situation. In a sense, even though he was the only guy not on the island
with Athidhi, he was the luckiest one. Everyone—including them and him—fantasized about her. But he was the
only one who’d actually fucked her, the only one who would ever fuck her. And while she’d been on the island,
he was the only one who’d seen her naked. The only one who’d shot his load alongside her own moaning climax.
Kamal felt himself relax a little after these thoughts. He even started to feel good about it. And what he
thought next seemed like just a natural progression.
‘She would never cheat on me.’ kamal said to himself
And she was the only woman on the island. He almost felt sorry for those other guys, lusting after her all day, l
Longing for just the smallest glimpse of her. Rahul, in particular. Kamal could tell he was crazy about her.
Then a wicked thought came to his mind,
What if…what if he encouraged her to give the guys just a taste? Or maybe even just Rahul. There was no harm
in that, right? He’d be like the rich man, dropping a few coins out of his castle window to the peasants.
This thought appealed to Kamal. He knew he was a little intimidated by the guys on the island—that old body
builder/geek thing, again. He wasn’t as tall, as strong, or as good-looking as them and, with all their hazard
pay, he probably didn’t even make as much money as them. Dangling Athidi in front of them would give him a
chance to feel powerful again.
Kamal turned the thought over and over in his mind. He needed to think on it some more before he risked
doing anything, but he could feel the excitement rushing through his veins. he was suddenly more fired up
than he had been in days.
In the meantime, kamal had another idea. He emailed Athidi and asked her if she’d shave herself bare for him.
He sat there staring at the email for almost an hour before finally plucking up the courage to send it. A few
hours later, a reply came back.
“Wait and see.”
Kamal counted the minutes until that night’s call. When she called, he was sitting there ready—by now, he’d
taken the precaution of bringing a box of tissues.
Two surprises greeted him. She was in a dress—which came as a surprise for kamal, that she’d even bothered
taking a dress to the island—and there was a bottle of red wine on the desk next to her keyboard.
“I thought I’d dress up for you a little,” she told kamal, and stood up to show him. The dress was a simple black
cocktail dress—about the most unsuitable thing possible for a near isolated island, which he supposed was
sort of the point. It had a deep “V” shaped neckline that showed off the sides of her fabulous breasts and
hugged her body down to mid-thigh, making the most of her shapely legs. She’d even gone to the trouble to
put on heels for him.
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