Fantasy Adventure of sam and neha

[Life_is_short]

I was listening to Alok, but my eyes kept drifting toward Neha again and again.

She was standing at the fruit counter—filling a plate with strawberries, pineapple, and some gbangs.

And in my mind… everything was getting tangled.

Alok’s last words were still echoing in my ears—

“Women like her are a rare breed… they’re not made for marriage.”

For the first time.

For the first time, he had made me feel small.

Those words pierced my chest like a knife.

I was thinking—

Could he blackmail me?

Was there a camera in the room last night?

Did he record everything?

Me… with Sandy… my cock… my moans… everything.

And now… he could show it to Neha.

And say—“Look… this is what your husband was doing.

Now listen to me… or I’ll show this video to everyone.”

My hand was trembling.

Alok looked at me.

He noticed my shaking fingers.

Then slowly he placed his hand over mine—a fatherly touch, but laced with that same cruelty.

“Don’t worry, boy… I’m not going to force you into anything.

That’s not my style.”

He gave my hand a light pat.

I calmed down a little.

But inside… the storm was still raging.

Then he stood up.

“I’m going to sleep… because of Neha, Sandy will get disturbed again now.”

He gestured toward his thin pajamas.

His cock… still hard.

Clearly outlined through the thin fabric—thick, long, ready.

He winked—a small, cruel wink.

Alok got up.

Placed the coffee cup on the table.

His smile was still the same—slow, deep, and saying so much.

He looked at me.

Then said softly—his voice carrying a hint of tiredness, but that cruel glint still there.

“Suit number 502.”

That’s all he said.

Then he turned.

And walked toward Neha—where she was coming back from the buffet counter.

His path was the same—the exit was in that direction too.

I watched.

Neha watched too.

Her eyes lifted toward Alok.

Then dropped—toward his thin pajamas.

His cock… still hard.

The thick, long outline clearly visible through the thin cloth.

Morning wood.

Or… leftovers from last night.

Neha’s face remained completely normal.

No shock.

No surprise.

She knew what “morning wood” was.

But at this age?

In a 60-year-old man?

The question probably crossed her mind.

A tiny spark of curiosity—light, but clear.

She tilted herself slightly—making way for him.

They crossed each other.

Alok’s shoulder brushed very lightly against Neha’s breasts.

Very lightly.

Maybe unintentionally.

Maybe deliberately.

I saw it.

My heart pounded.

Neha said nothing.

Just gave a small, polite smile.

Alok nodded with a smile too.

Then he walked away.

I checked my watch—9:30 already.

Checkout was until 1 p.m.

The plan was—after checkout, we’d go to the nearby farm for cherry picking.

Neha loves cherries.

She kept saying—“Sam… we’ll pick and eat cherries.”

I had nodded yes.

But now… my mind was somewhere else.

“Suit number 502.”

Those three words kept ringing in my ears.

That’s all Alok had said while leaving.

What would happen there?

Was he really going to sleep?

Or… was he waiting?

Did he want to call Neha?

Was he testing me?

Did he think I was weak enough to send Neha to him?

Or… was he just joking?

I thought—enough is enough.

Last night went too far.

I’ve seen enough.

I’ve felt enough.

Now… it ends.

As soon as possible… we need to get out of this hotel.

First they’ll bring leverage.

Alok… he has already turned from “saint to devil.”

Last night he was calm… respectful.

And David… Vishal… they were devils from the start.

Alok has them under control.

If they see Neha… what will happen?

I looked at Neha.

I said softly—voice full of love, but firm.

“Neha… let’s go now.

Cherry picking… checkout, and then home.”