08-01-2026, 06:07 AM
“You look incredible,” Kamal told her. “What’s with the wine?”
She glanced at the bottle as if she’d forgotten it was there. “Oh! Rahul stopped by. He said it was a welcome
gift. We’re not meant to have alcohol on the island, but he sneaked it in for me. I doubt I’ll actually drink any
of it.”
Kamal’s mind was racing, ‘Rahul again. Visiting the cabin of a married woman to give her a bottle of wine. A
married woman who was away from her husband for three weeks.’ It was pretty obvious what he wanted. He
wasn’t going to get it—Kamal had complete faith in Athidhi—but the idea of it, of him angling for his wife...it
should have made Kamal mad—it did, in a way—but it turned him on, as well.
“Maybe you should have a glass,” Kamal suggested. “Seems a shame to waste it.”
Kamal didn’t know what he was thinking. Maybe he wasn’t thinking, except maybe with his cock. That notion
of corrupting her, again. And teasing another man, one who really wanted her.
She bit her lip nervously, eying the bottle...and then opened it. She had to use a tumbler, wine glasses not
being abundant on the island. But she poured a large glass and, as kamal watched, drank about half of it.
“Did you do it?” Kamal asked. his eyes were on her face—she’d put on a little more make-up than she wore
during the day, and she looked absolutely gorgeous: full lips and dark, smoky eyes. But every few seconds,
his gaze would dart down to her groin, hidden beneath the dress.
She looked at the camera shyly, but with just a hint of a smirk.
“Maybe....”
Kamal’s cock was already hard. “Show me!”
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She stood up. Then she drank most of the rest of the glass of wine. She needed the extra courage, and as
kamal's’s excitement grew because that surely indicated that she’d done it, that she was nervous about
showing him her new look.
The dress was tight around her hips and, when she slid the hem up above her panties, it stayed there without
her holding it. She slowly hooked down her panties....
Nkamal let out a gasp. Her pussy was shaved completely bare, both the lips and the area above. he could see
every detail of her soft, pink lips—she was exposed as never before.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her. “Sit down like that.”
She sat, and with her legs slightly parted, my view was even better. She reached down between her thighs
and started to play with herself, fingertips skimming over her bare flesh. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she
told him.
Kamal nodded dumbly.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
about “Rahul,” Kamal said.
It was out before he realized he’d said it.
“Rahul?!” she asked incredulously.
Kamal hesitated, then nodded.
She stared at him for an explanation.
“I... like the idea of him wanting you,” he said lamely. It's my fantasy he told.
She blinked. “You think he wants me?”
‘She could be so naïve’, kamal thought. “Of course he does. All the visits to your room, making you feel
welcome. The wine. He’s hoping he can sleep with you.”
Her jaw dropped open. “You really think so?!” She leaned forward.
“kamal, I would never—”
Kamal shook his head. “Of course not! I know that.” he watched as she relaxed. “But....”
She waited. “But what?”
The mood changed, in that second. Time seemed to slow down. Every word was suddenly weighted, every
look important.
You remember how we started roleplaying to spice up our sex life, way back, and how we enjoyed every
time we did it?” I asked.
She looked perplexed and couldn’t figure out where this was going. “But this is different,” she said.
“I know.”
“And you didn’t like it the first time I suggested it. You were almost... shocked,” she said.
“I know. But I sort of...wasn’t. Or I was, but it didn’t mean I didn’t like the idea. And this is just the natural
progression, don’t you think?”
Kamal couldn’t believe what he was saying. But it was that sort of moment, when dark secrets spill out. They
were both leaning close in to our screens, utterly focused on each other.
“You’d like me...to have sex with another man?” she asked slowly. She looked amazed...but also aroused.
Since their first role play session and seeing how Kamal warmed up to the whole thing, Athidi sensed that
kamal had such hidden desires bottled up inside of him. Maybe there are more such fantasies that he
harbours but couldn’t muster the courage to confess them to her in the flesh. Being away from her may have
ignited those desires and fantasies and he in his way is trying to act on them.
Kamal brought her out of her thoughts sating, “I don’t know if I’d want it to go that far. But...I like the idea of
other men wanting you. Of them trying to seduce you. Does that make sense?”
She nodded slowly.
“Where does Rahul bunk?” he asked.
“Just down the corridor,” she said quietly.
They both just stared at each other for a moment.
“What if you went and knocked on his door...” kamal said. “And invited him into your room to share the rest
of the wine?”
Athidi Wonder took a long, shuddering breath in. “Are you sure, Kamal? I don’t want to do something we’ll
regret.”
“Do you like him?” I asked.
She hesitated.
“It’s okay,” Kamal pushed her.
“Really.”
“Yes,” she said at last. “He’s pretty hot. And he seems like a nice guy. Yes. I like him.”
They both stared at each other again. A movement caught kamal’s attention, out of the corner of his eye. Her
hand, down between her thighs, had stopped moving while they’d been talking. But now she was stroking
herself again.
“How far would we go?” she asked, “if we did this?”
Kamal considered. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, exactly. He just knew that the idea of some guy lusting
after his wife Athidi made him harder than he’d thought possible. He hadn’t had a drink, but it felt like he
was drunk, intoxicated by the idea of it.
“What if...you let him kiss you?” kamal said breathing heavily now. “And then told him that you’re married,
and sent him packing?”
She stared at him. “This is insane,” she said suddenly. But her fingers didn’t stop moving.
“What if you let him kiss you?” he asked again.
“You’d really be okay with that?” she asked.
Kamal hesitated, thinking about it hard. The idea of Rahul’s lips on hers...there was some part of him, the
caveman part, that exploded into white hot rage at the idea. But there was another part, equally strong, that
stirred into life, dark as oil. He nodded at the end.
Another big mistake:
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Kamal told her “But I want to watch,” he told her. “You have to leave the camera on.” I want to watch Rahul what will do with you... "
She smiled suddenly, as if the ridiculousness of the whole thing had just occurred to her. She didn’t believe
that Kamal would actually go through with it. She remembered how Kamal reacted when she blurted out the
idea of trying role play to spice up their marriage after they both had a lot of drinks.
She told to Kamal "If camera on then he will see “He’ll see it’s on.”
“Not if you minimize the chat program.” he replied.
She glanced at the door, and kamal knew she was imagining the corridor outside, and Rahul’s door.
She again asked" "what if you changed our mind not to progress with Rahul then how we
. “We need a way to communicate.” for stop or continue....
After a little experimenting, Kamal found that even when the chat program was minimized, it displayed the
last message received in the task bar at the bottom of the screen. He could send a one-word message and
she’d see it, even if she just glanced at the screen. We agree on GREEN and RED for “Keep going” and
“Stop”. She wouldn’t be able to talk back, of course, or Rahul would realize what was going on.
She shook her head. “We can’t,” she said. “We’re married.” it's cheating she asked Kamal".
It’s not cheating if I’m okay with it,” Kamal told her.
“What is it, then?” She poured herself another glass of wine and took a gulp. “’Swinging?’”
“It doesn’t have to be anything, apart from one crazy night. Just a one-off thing. As far as Rahul knows, he
tried his luck, got as far as a kiss and was turned down. That’s it.”
She hesitated.
“You do want to do it, right? I mean, you like him?” Kamal asked.
Athidi looked at her husband very seriously as if trying to read his mind, and then nodded. Kamal could see
the gleam in her eyes. She wanted to, but she couldn’t believe kamal, her loving husband was allowing her to.
“It’s okay,” he assured her again. “Go and knock on his door. Have fun. I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”
She stared at kamal for another few seconds. “I love you,” she told me suddenly.
“I love you, too.”
Kamal saw her lean forward and click something on her laptop. An icon appeared to tell him that she’d
muted him at her end. It seemed like a good idea at the time—they didn’t want to alert Rahul and Kamal
might accidentally gasp or moan or something. Athidi minimized the chat program had closed down to the
taskbar at the bottom.
Kamal watched as Athidi opened her door and looked both ways down the corridor. Then it hit him that she
was in a dress, and heels. Of course, she wouldn’t want to be seen by the rest of the crew. She slipped out,
and he took the opportunity to run to the kitchen and grab himself a beer.
He got back first and sat there nervously waiting. Would she do it, or chicken out? Would Rahul come back to
the room with her? What if kamal was wrong about Rahul, and his intentions were completely honourable?
Would he think she was trying to seduce him?
The door opened and kamal sat up straight in his chair".....
Continue.......... For Main event.......... What happens...........
She glanced at the bottle as if she’d forgotten it was there. “Oh! Rahul stopped by. He said it was a welcome
gift. We’re not meant to have alcohol on the island, but he sneaked it in for me. I doubt I’ll actually drink any
of it.”
Kamal’s mind was racing, ‘Rahul again. Visiting the cabin of a married woman to give her a bottle of wine. A
married woman who was away from her husband for three weeks.’ It was pretty obvious what he wanted. He
wasn’t going to get it—Kamal had complete faith in Athidhi—but the idea of it, of him angling for his wife...it
should have made Kamal mad—it did, in a way—but it turned him on, as well.
“Maybe you should have a glass,” Kamal suggested. “Seems a shame to waste it.”
Kamal didn’t know what he was thinking. Maybe he wasn’t thinking, except maybe with his cock. That notion
of corrupting her, again. And teasing another man, one who really wanted her.
She bit her lip nervously, eying the bottle...and then opened it. She had to use a tumbler, wine glasses not
being abundant on the island. But she poured a large glass and, as kamal watched, drank about half of it.
“Did you do it?” Kamal asked. his eyes were on her face—she’d put on a little more make-up than she wore
during the day, and she looked absolutely gorgeous: full lips and dark, smoky eyes. But every few seconds,
his gaze would dart down to her groin, hidden beneath the dress.
She looked at the camera shyly, but with just a hint of a smirk.
“Maybe....”
Kamal’s cock was already hard. “Show me!”
She stood up. Then she drank most of the rest of the glass of wine. She needed the extra courage, and as
kamal's’s excitement grew because that surely indicated that she’d done it, that she was nervous about
showing him her new look.
The dress was tight around her hips and, when she slid the hem up above her panties, it stayed there without
her holding it. She slowly hooked down her panties....
Nkamal let out a gasp. Her pussy was shaved completely bare, both the lips and the area above. he could see
every detail of her soft, pink lips—she was exposed as never before.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her. “Sit down like that.”
She sat, and with her legs slightly parted, my view was even better. She reached down between her thighs
and started to play with herself, fingertips skimming over her bare flesh. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she
told him.
Kamal nodded dumbly.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
about “Rahul,” Kamal said.
It was out before he realized he’d said it.
“Rahul?!” she asked incredulously.
Kamal hesitated, then nodded.
She stared at him for an explanation.
“I... like the idea of him wanting you,” he said lamely. It's my fantasy he told.
She blinked. “You think he wants me?”
‘She could be so naïve’, kamal thought. “Of course he does. All the visits to your room, making you feel
welcome. The wine. He’s hoping he can sleep with you.”
Her jaw dropped open. “You really think so?!” She leaned forward.
“kamal, I would never—”
Kamal shook his head. “Of course not! I know that.” he watched as she relaxed. “But....”
She waited. “But what?”
The mood changed, in that second. Time seemed to slow down. Every word was suddenly weighted, every
look important.
You remember how we started roleplaying to spice up our sex life, way back, and how we enjoyed every
time we did it?” I asked.
She looked perplexed and couldn’t figure out where this was going. “But this is different,” she said.
“I know.”
“And you didn’t like it the first time I suggested it. You were almost... shocked,” she said.
“I know. But I sort of...wasn’t. Or I was, but it didn’t mean I didn’t like the idea. And this is just the natural
progression, don’t you think?”
Kamal couldn’t believe what he was saying. But it was that sort of moment, when dark secrets spill out. They
were both leaning close in to our screens, utterly focused on each other.
“You’d like me...to have sex with another man?” she asked slowly. She looked amazed...but also aroused.
Since their first role play session and seeing how Kamal warmed up to the whole thing, Athidi sensed that
kamal had such hidden desires bottled up inside of him. Maybe there are more such fantasies that he
harbours but couldn’t muster the courage to confess them to her in the flesh. Being away from her may have
ignited those desires and fantasies and he in his way is trying to act on them.
Kamal brought her out of her thoughts sating, “I don’t know if I’d want it to go that far. But...I like the idea of
other men wanting you. Of them trying to seduce you. Does that make sense?”
She nodded slowly.
“Where does Rahul bunk?” he asked.
“Just down the corridor,” she said quietly.
They both just stared at each other for a moment.
“What if you went and knocked on his door...” kamal said. “And invited him into your room to share the rest
of the wine?”
Athidi Wonder took a long, shuddering breath in. “Are you sure, Kamal? I don’t want to do something we’ll
regret.”
“Do you like him?” I asked.
She hesitated.
“It’s okay,” Kamal pushed her.
“Really.”
“Yes,” she said at last. “He’s pretty hot. And he seems like a nice guy. Yes. I like him.”
They both stared at each other again. A movement caught kamal’s attention, out of the corner of his eye. Her
hand, down between her thighs, had stopped moving while they’d been talking. But now she was stroking
herself again.
“How far would we go?” she asked, “if we did this?”
Kamal considered. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, exactly. He just knew that the idea of some guy lusting
after his wife Athidi made him harder than he’d thought possible. He hadn’t had a drink, but it felt like he
was drunk, intoxicated by the idea of it.
“What if...you let him kiss you?” kamal said breathing heavily now. “And then told him that you’re married,
and sent him packing?”
She stared at him. “This is insane,” she said suddenly. But her fingers didn’t stop moving.
“What if you let him kiss you?” he asked again.
“You’d really be okay with that?” she asked.
Kamal hesitated, thinking about it hard. The idea of Rahul’s lips on hers...there was some part of him, the
caveman part, that exploded into white hot rage at the idea. But there was another part, equally strong, that
stirred into life, dark as oil. He nodded at the end.
Another big mistake:
--------------------
Kamal told her “But I want to watch,” he told her. “You have to leave the camera on.” I want to watch Rahul what will do with you... "
She smiled suddenly, as if the ridiculousness of the whole thing had just occurred to her. She didn’t believe
that Kamal would actually go through with it. She remembered how Kamal reacted when she blurted out the
idea of trying role play to spice up their marriage after they both had a lot of drinks.
She told to Kamal "If camera on then he will see “He’ll see it’s on.”
“Not if you minimize the chat program.” he replied.
She glanced at the door, and kamal knew she was imagining the corridor outside, and Rahul’s door.
She again asked" "what if you changed our mind not to progress with Rahul then how we
. “We need a way to communicate.” for stop or continue....
After a little experimenting, Kamal found that even when the chat program was minimized, it displayed the
last message received in the task bar at the bottom of the screen. He could send a one-word message and
she’d see it, even if she just glanced at the screen. We agree on GREEN and RED for “Keep going” and
“Stop”. She wouldn’t be able to talk back, of course, or Rahul would realize what was going on.
She shook her head. “We can’t,” she said. “We’re married.” it's cheating she asked Kamal".
It’s not cheating if I’m okay with it,” Kamal told her.
“What is it, then?” She poured herself another glass of wine and took a gulp. “’Swinging?’”
“It doesn’t have to be anything, apart from one crazy night. Just a one-off thing. As far as Rahul knows, he
tried his luck, got as far as a kiss and was turned down. That’s it.”
She hesitated.
“You do want to do it, right? I mean, you like him?” Kamal asked.
Athidi looked at her husband very seriously as if trying to read his mind, and then nodded. Kamal could see
the gleam in her eyes. She wanted to, but she couldn’t believe kamal, her loving husband was allowing her to.
“It’s okay,” he assured her again. “Go and knock on his door. Have fun. I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”
She stared at kamal for another few seconds. “I love you,” she told me suddenly.
“I love you, too.”
Kamal saw her lean forward and click something on her laptop. An icon appeared to tell him that she’d
muted him at her end. It seemed like a good idea at the time—they didn’t want to alert Rahul and Kamal
might accidentally gasp or moan or something. Athidi minimized the chat program had closed down to the
taskbar at the bottom.
Kamal watched as Athidi opened her door and looked both ways down the corridor. Then it hit him that she
was in a dress, and heels. Of course, she wouldn’t want to be seen by the rest of the crew. She slipped out,
and he took the opportunity to run to the kitchen and grab himself a beer.
He got back first and sat there nervously waiting. Would she do it, or chicken out? Would Rahul come back to
the room with her? What if kamal was wrong about Rahul, and his intentions were completely honourable?
Would he think she was trying to seduce him?
The door opened and kamal sat up straight in his chair".....
Continue.......... For Main event.......... What happens...........
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