[Steel]

Laila's smile dripped with mockery as she hissed, "Fucking nothing! Poor Sherry was feet away from his desperate crush, wet and willing and naked, and he just floated there for a few awkward minutes with his teeth chattering, making small talk. I practically hung a sign over my head saying "come fuck me", and Sharath was too much of a pussy to go for it."

Kusha shook her head uneasily, looking away. "He was just young and nervous. Anyone can make a mistake." It reminded her uncomfortably of what had happened the other night, when Sharath hadn't pursued her despite obvious signs.

"If he had taken me right then, had the balls to swim up and kiss me... I would have let him have me. Let him have anything he wanted. He could have thrust his cock deep in my tight, wet pussy all afternoon. And... Well, who knows what the future might have been? Maybe we would have been dating by the time we got back from the hike. Maybe I would be the one to marry him eventually. But he didn't. And the week after that, I met Puneet at a party. Sharath was too much of a loser to take what he wanted. You know, I remember it clear as day: I saw his cock when we got out of the water. His stiff little prick could have cut glass. He could have fucked me silly with it right then and there, but he chose jerking off alone later instead. The safer choice. The beta choice. I'm sure he yanked that little hardon all night to the memory of how he could have fucked me... if he had only been man enough. That night and a hundred other nights since then, I would guess."

Now that the story was over, Kusha felt her anger flare up again. "Don't speak about my husband that way. Maybe he could be more assertive sometimes, but he's a wonderful man. Far superior in every way to a creep like Rakesh."

Laila just laughed again. "Listen, Kusha. I know that a lot of things are subjective and based on preference, but don't say "every way." I know at least one way that Rakesh is far, far superior to poor Sherry. I saw your husband's cock when we got out of the water, remember?"

"Sharath's just fine," snapped Kusha irritably. "He's average."

"Why settle for second best?" said Laila mockingly. "Tell you what, Rakesh and I are booked in room 153 for the massage. Stop by and take a peek if you want to see the real difference between Rakesh and your husband."