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Update 9

A week went by.

Kamal’s new routine went well. HeHe got ahead in his work, hit the gym every day and tried not to eat

complete crap. The house was eerily quiet, though.

The highlight of each day was my call with Athidi. They had a few nights when they just talked normally and

for a while he was worried, he’d upset her, and that she wouldn’t want to show herself on camera for him

again.

But on the third night, Kamal was feeling horny again and so was his wife.

"Hi, baby," Kamal said, his eyes glued to the computer screen. Athidhi's image popped up, her face framed by

the soft glow of the her room's lamp. "How are you?"

"I am fine, kamal," she replied with a tired smile. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, the distance

between them seeming to shrink for a brief moment. "I've miss you so much."

Kamal nodded; his voice thick with longing. "I've missed you too, Athidhi”.

Athidi sighed, letting the bathrobe slip open slightly, revealing the curve of her breast. "Well, it was a busy day

today but I've had a bit of downtime, but nothing quite as relaxing as being with you."

Kamal's heart rate spiked at the sight. "You know what would help you unwind?" He raised an eyebrow

playfully.

Athidhi bit her lower lip, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "What's that?" she teased, her voice

dropping to a whisper. She knew what Nitesh wanted. She was in a bathrobe anticipating what was going to come.

Kamal leaned closer to the screen, his hand idly adjusting his own comfort. "A little... private show," he

suggested, his voice low and seductive.

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Athidhi's smile grew mischievous as she glanced around the room, ensuring no one could see her and the door was locked. She reached for the tie of her bathrobe, the anticipation building. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
Kamal grin widened. "Oh, I've been handling it for ten days now. Just not quite in the way I'd like," he said, his hand moving more deliberately.

Athidi giggled, a sound that sent a shiver down kamal's spine, and slowly began to untie the knot of her

bathrobe. The fabric fell away from her shoulders, revealing her bare skin, flushed from the warmth of the

shower. She let the robe slip down her arms and pool around her waist, her full breasts bouncing slightly as

she did so. Kamal's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his wife's naked torso, the way the light played

over her curves and valleys, creating shadows that only served to highlight her beauty.





Her hands moved down to the waistband, her eyes never leaving Kamal's. With a tantalizing slowness, she

pushed the robe down over her hips, her legs coming into view. Her skin was smooth and glowing, a

testament to the luxurious hotel skincare she'd been indulging in. Kamal's eyes travelled down her body,

taking in every inch of her that he hadn't seen in far too long. The fabric hit the floor, and she stepped out of

it, standing before him in all her glory.







His own hand had moved to his lap, and without conscious thought, he began to stroke himself, the sight of

Athidhi's nakedness driving his arousal to new heights. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each

breath, her nipples peaked and hard, the same way they got when he kissed her neck and whispered sweet

nothings in her ear.

Athidhi noticed his movements and a wicked glint entered her eyes. She mirrored his actions, her hand

sliding down her belly to the juncture of her thighs. With a flick of her wrist, she parted her folds, revealing


the wetness that had been building since the moment she saw his face on the screen. She began to circle

her clit with her middle finger, the sound of her moist flesh against her finger sending waves of desire

through the digital ether to kamal.

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Kamal groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to stroke himself more firmly. The sight of her

touching herself was more arousing than he could ever have imagined. He felt a connection to her that

transcended the distance, as if he could feel her touch on his own skin. His other hand reached out, as if to

caress her, but of course, all he felt was the cold glass of the computer.



Athidhi's movements grew more deliberate, her eyes darkening with desire as she watched kamal's hand move

up and down his length. She spread her legs wider, giving him a better view of her slick folds, her thumb

playing with her clit while two fingers dipped inside her. She gasped, the sensation of her own touch only

heightening the ache she felt for her husband's touch.







Kamal's strokes matched the rhythm of her hand, his breaths growing more ragged as he watched her. He

could see the flush spreading across her cheeks, her mouth slightly open as she moaned softly. The sound of

her pleasure was like a symphony, each gasp and whimper music to his ears. He wished he could taste her,

feel her heat around him, but for now, he was content with the visual feast she offered.



"Baby, tell me what you want," Athidhi panted, her eyes glazed with lust.

Kamal's voice was strained, his hand moving faster now. "I want to see you come," he said, his eyes never p

leaving the mesmerizing sight of her fingers working her clit. "I want to hear you scream."

Athidhi's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure building within her like a storm. "Fuck," she moaned, her

voice hoarse with need. "I'm going to come for you."

"Tell me, baby," Kamal urged, his own voice tight with anticipation. "Tell me how much you want it."

Athidhi's eyes snapped back to his, the hunger in them unmistakable. "I want you so bad," she breathed. "I

want to feel your cock inside me, filling me up, making me scream."

Kamal's grip tightened around his shaft as he watched her fingers move in and out of her wetness, her thumb

circling her clit with a fierce determination. "Tell me what you'd do to me if I was there," he rasped, his own

climax approaching.

Athidhi's voice was a sultry whisper. "I'd take your cock in my mouth, baby. I'd suck you until you couldn't take it

anymore," she said, her eyes hooded with passion. "I'd feel you swell against my tongue, taste you."


Kamal groaned, his strokes becoming more frantic. "Oh, fuck, Athidhi. Yes," he murmured, his eyes never

leaving hers. "Take it deep, baby. Just like that"



Athidhi's eyes never left his, the connection between them as tangible as if they were in the same room. "I

want to feel you come, kamal," she whispered, her own hand moving faster as she watched the tension build in

his face. "I want you to fill me up."

Kamal's breath hitched, his strokes becoming erratic as he felt the orgasm approaching. "Fuck, Athidhi," he

moaned, his eyes squeezed shut for a moment. "I'm going to come. I can't hold it."

Athidhi's eyes widened, her own pleasure cresting at the sound of his desperation. "Do it," she urged, her voice

a breathless pant. "Come for me, baby."



Kamal's hand moved furiously over his cock, the head glistening with precum. "I'm going to fill you so full," he

groaned, his voice a guttural promise.

Athidhi's hips began to buck, her movements growing more frantic. "Oh, yes," she gasped, her voice a

symphony of need. "I want it all."

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby," kamal murmured, his eyes locked on hers as he felt the pressure build in his

balls. "You're going to make me come so hard."

"Yes, Kamal," Athidhi panted, her hand moving in tight, swift circles around her clit. "Come for me, baby. I want

to feel your hot cum splatter across my face."

Kamal'ss eyes widened at the vivid image her words painted, and his strokes grew more erratic. "Athidhi, you're

so fucking hot," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I'd fill your mouth so you couldn't breathe, and you'd

swallow every drop."

Athidhi's hand was a blur between her legs, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. "I'd swallow it all, baby,"

she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "And then I'd beg for more."

Kamal's hand was a blur on his cock now, his strokes rapid and erratic. "Oh, fuck, you're going to make me

cum," he groaned, his eyes glued to her.

"Do it," Athidhi breathed, her voice a siren's call. "Cum for me."

Kamal could no longer hold back the tide of pleasure that crashed through him. He threw his head back and

roared her name as he came, the warmth of his release spilling over his hand. His eyes snapped open to see

her, her hand moving rapidly as she watched him, her own climax approaching.

"Yes, baby, that's it," she encouraged, her voice a mix of lust and love. "Come for me. Show me how much

you've missed me."



Kamal's hand was a blur on his shaft as he watched Athidhi's beautiful face contort in pleasure. "Fuck, Athidi,

I'm so close," he gritted out, his eyes locked on hers.

Athidhi's own hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers dancing over her swollen clit. "Come for me," she

urged, her voice a needy whine. "Show me how much you want me."

Kamal's eyes never left hers, the intensity of the moment electrifying the air between them. "You're so wet,

baby," he murmured, his voice strained. "I want to bury my face between your legs and lick you until you

scream."



Athidhi's hips bucked harder; her eyes fluttering shut as she chased her release. "Fuck, Kamal," she moaned,

her voice breathy. "I want that so badly."

Kamal's hand didn't falter, his eyes never leaving hers. "And when I finally get to taste you again," he panted, "I'll

lick you clean, baby."

Athidhi's body tightened, the tension coiling in her belly as she listened to his words. "I'll ride you until you can't

take it anymore," she whispered back, her voice a seductive promise. "You'll feel me coming all over you."

Kamal's strokes grew more urgent, his breaths shallower. "Fuck, baby," he grunted. "I need you so much."

Athidi's eyes were glued to his face, her own body trembling as the waves of pleasure began to wash over her.

"Come for me, kamal" " she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "I'm so close."

Kamal felt his own climax approaching, the tightness in his balls growing unbearable. "Fuck, Athidi," he moaned, his hand moving faster and faster. "I'm going to come with you."

Athidhi's eyes never left his, the connection between them stronger than ever. "Come with me," she

whispered, her voice a sweet caress.

Kamal's body tightened as he felt his orgasm approaching. "Oh, fuck, baby," he groaned, his hand a blur as he watched her.

Athidi's breaths grew more ragged, her eyes never leaving his as the pleasure mounted within her. "Cum for

me," she urged, her own hand moving faster, her other hand playing with her nipples.

Kamal felt the familiar tightness in his balls, the pressure building as he watched his wife's hand glide over her clit. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," he groaned, the tension in his body coiling tighter.

Athidhi's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto his. "Me too," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. "Together, baby."

Kamal could feel it, the tension in his body reaching its peak as he watched her. He stroked himself faster, the

sight of her writhing in pleasure pushing him over the edge. With a roar, he came, his hot cum spurting out

and painting his stomach and chest. Athidhi's eyes went wide as she watched him, the sight of his release

setting her off. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking against her hand as she reached her own climax.

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Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her with a force that stole her breath. She cried out, her

voice a keening wail of pleasure as she came, her hand working her clit in a frenzy. Kamal's eyes were glued to

her, his own release still pulsing through him as he watched her ride the waves of pleasure.



When the intensity of her climax finally subsided, Athidhi's hand slowed, her chest heaving as she tried to

catch her breath. She collapsed back onto the chair, her legs wobbly and her skin slick with a fine sheen of

sweat. Kamals hand had stopped moving too, his cock still erect but no longer spurting its hot seed.

“That was awesome, kamal.” She said panting “This is the best we could do right now given our current situation”

They both said their good byes and disconnected the call.





A few days later, she sent him some photos she’d taken of life around the island. For the first time, Kamal got a

feel for the vast size of the place, and the isolation. One picture showed the view they woke up to every

morning: nothing but flat, featureless sea in every direction.

As if to compensate, the crew were clearly a tight-knit bunch. Kamal noticed the way the guys all stood close

together, without any of the artificial distance lawyers or doctors would have put between themselves. These

were guys who relied on each other every day—working in isolation wasn’t easy work and, just like in the army,

you need to know someone’s got your back as you are away from home for a long time. All of the guys were in

good shape—kamal could see the difference between the “t-shirt muscles” he saw at the gym and the bodies

these guys had, with thick biceps and broad backs built from hauling equipment around all day. They were in

better shape than plumber—the one he’d caught Athidi eying up.

Kamal thought ‘Three weeks. She’s there for three weeks!’

There was one photo in particular—sort of a classic pose. Kamal could imagine one of the guys suggesting it,

maybe goading Athidi into doing it.

Six guys stood in a line, complete with hard hats, and Athidhi was in front of them with everyone beaming at

the camera.





Then there was two of the shore were the men lined up in just jogging shorts with rippling muscles. Each of

them looked like they were in a Mr. India contest. In one of them she was posing with five of them on the shore

wearing a sexy jogging outfit. Looking at those well-built guys made me squirm uncomfortably with the same

old bad feeling that I kept having since the day she left.









Even with the bad feeling he was having; kamal was undeniably couldn’t help but notice that he was a little

aroused by the current predicament his wife was in. he couldn’t reason with himself as to why he was having

such feelings, maybe its just the teasing roleplaying sex that they were having since a year taking its toll or

could it be something more corrupt, more primal.

Kamal thought ‘Maybe I was paranoid….. Maybe………….’









After some days,

Kamal was calling Athidhi via video call. To his surprise Rahul picked up and he was butt naked

“Hey Kamal” Rahul He greeted.








Kamal could see his stiff thick cock dangling in front of the camera. Rahul was as muscular as the guys in the

photos Athidi had sent him that day. Being a guy, he couldn’t help himself marvel at model like physique of

Rahul. His eyes were sliding to peek at the cock bigger and thicker than his. Every time he tried to look at

Rahul's face he eyes kept slipping back to his cock. Kamal knew he wasn’t into that stuff he was just fascinated

by the marvel of it.

“She is tired and felt asleep after our third session. Let me wake her up for you.” Rahul’s words broke the

silence and brought back kamal too reality.

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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.

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Damm - Kamal's dream sequences are too hot.
Not sure how the real act is going to be. It has to match or exceed these dream sequences.

Thank you bro..... Yes Kamal's fantasies grew more.... But now that is main turn point in their
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“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!”







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...........

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Story is good but
Progress very slow

Thank you bro... I will make progress fast

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Wow great start and super writing just now started to read

Thank you....

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Thank you tonight I will update....

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Superb story buddy.. really love the way you've built it up so far.. looking forward to read the next updates!

Thank you bro

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As Athidhi was walking down the corridor getting closer to Rahul’s room, she was rewinding the last 30 mins

in her mind. She loved kamal that was written in stone and she knew she would never cheat on him. But at

he himself said this was different. He is the one asking her to cross atleast some sort of limit. Before this she

has given longing looks to men whom she found attractive. She liked well chiselled body on men and has in

the past ogled at some of them. She even pushed Kamal to join a gym but he instead suggested to buy some

equipment at home thanks to covid lockdown it turned out to be a masterstroke. They worked out together

and it helped her to be in shape and he was beginning to lose fat and increase stamina.



Kamal often caught her stealing glances to men and he even teased her about it. But he knew it was just like

men checking out girls even if they are married. All though being drunk the role play idea did come from her

and Kamal was little taken aback by her coming up with such an idea. But he later warmed up to it and

enjoyed it more than her. He even got hornier playing the role of different men when having sex with her. She

thought it was he may have got a liking to this notion of her with someone else she was also sure that he will

never take it as far as letting someone intimately close to her before tonight.



Kamal has also shared some of her photos in Instagram of their vacation in Goa that received some very spicy

comments. But Kamal enjoyed them as its normal and nothing out of the ordinary. To them it was just a

casual way to tease others and have some fun on their expense.



                        In her mind she was playing out the scenario as to how she will approach Rahul.She has been

getting looks from men which she felt natural and now remains oblivious to it. But she knew that Rahul was


taking good care of her, actually they all did which she pinned on their good nature and nothing more

sinister.



She liked Rahul. He was funny, tall and handsome and most importantly he was well built, which was kind of

her weakness. Athidhi was feeling giddy with all these thoughts when she reached door of Rahul’s room. She

thought ‘Its just a little tease and kiss at best and some kamal teasing to Rahul . She thinks that her husband

kamal 100 percent will not allow to further. Sure he will give "Red" code signal to stop. Kamal won’t allow

anything else to happen’.

With this thought in her mind, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves and knocked on the door. Rahul

opened the door and smiled when he saw Athidi at his door in her sexy black dress.

“Well, hello gorgeous. I must be dreaming...” He said with his usual flirty tone.

Athidhi Smiled back and said, “I… I just wanted to thank you for the wine.”

“Anything for you. We just want you to feel like home. Anything you need you need to just ask”, Rahul said

giving a mischievous grin.

“It’s kind of sad drinking all the wine alone. Would you… care to join me”, Athidi finally asked nervously.

Rahul replied her “Can’t say no to an offer like that. Hehe…”and laughed

Athidhi came in first, followed by Rahul. He was in a T-shirt and jeans, this time, and in laptop camera Kamal

looked enviously at his thickly muscled arms. He shut the door behind him.



It was strange for Kamal, being an invisible observer in the room. He started to realize how much men sneak

looks when the woman isn’t looking. Athidhi was pouring the wine, her hand shaking a little, and as soon as

she looked down towards the bottle, Rahul's eyes were licking down her body, focusing especially on her

breasts.She some how embarrassing felt to think came in Rahul''s room herself and asking for him to join

drink.



They clinked glasses and looked for a place to sit down. There was only one chair, so Athidi sat down on the

bed. It was a narrow, single bed—no one has lovers, on the near isolated island at the Bay of Bengal.

‘Except this lucky crew’, Kamal  thought.

She’s not going to sleep with him, Kamal reminded himself in mind. It’s just a tease.

She’s just going to tease him. Maybe kiss him. That's all he thinks inner....

                 






She is looking more beautiful in her sexy black dress and she sat in bed...



Rahul sat down right next to Athidhi, their hips a hand width apart. Kamal heart started beating faster.

Kamal's mind is in high racing and the similarly Athidi heart also in rage... with high excitement and in high

tension. They chatted, making innocent small talk about her work, his work, life on the island...but Kamal was

following Rahul'ss gaze, and it led straight to his wife’s naked thighs.



                   They finished the first glass of wine and Rahul suggested a second. Kamal saw Athidhi hesitated—

she’d already had a glass and a half before he arrived, so she was well ahead of him. She glanced at the

camera.

GREEN, Kamal typed. He figured she needed a little more Dutch courage.

She must have seen the word appear in the taskbar, because she nodded to Rahul  and he refilled her glass.

As he put the bottle down, he shifted his weight a little. An innocent enough move, but when he resettled on

the bed he was even closer to Athidi, their legs almost touching. And when he leaned back, stretching his

shoulders, his hand landed behind her. He didn’t have his arm around her, exactly, but he was about halfway

there.

Athidi glanced at the camera again. Her breathing getting a little faster, her breasts rising and falling under

the dress. She was nervous as hell, but she was aroused, too. She was watching the taskbar, checking to see

if  Kamal would type RED. But he didn’t.

She relaxed a little and turned towards Rahul just as he kissed her.



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She relaxed a little and turned towards Rahul just as he kissed her.






It happened suddenly, his lips coming down on hers before she was prepared. She relaxed into it for a

second, eyes closed, and then seemed to suddenly catch herself and jerk away.

“I—I’m married,” she stammered.

“So?” Rahul said quietly.

Kamal felt my cock twitch. Something about the way Rahul discounted him so easily. He was disgusted at

himself, but he couldn’t deny how turned on he was.

Athidhi shook her head. “We can’t.” she sighed...





Rahul moved forward on the bed. “We can.” He kissed her again, and she moved back away from him, but his

lips followed her. When she broke away for the second time, she was panting, her face flushed. “We—Rahul I

like you but—”








He kissed her a third time, and this time he had her backed up against the wall. He kissed her hard, and then

kamal saw their cheeks move as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She groaned, a low sound of passion and

resignation, and stopped struggling.



Kamal leaned closer, his cock rock hard. ‘God, he was doing it. Another man was kissing my wife, right in

front of me.’ He thought. He was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. He could see her relaxing

into the kiss, even starting to kiss him back a little.......








Athidhi was now aroused and her initial reluctance was gone. She felt Rahul's hands slid up to her breasts,

cupping her firm breasts and squeezing gently. She closed her eyes and savoured the pleasure his hands

were giving him.

Kamal blinked. They hadn’t talked about that—about touching and groping. He waited for her to stop him.



But Athidhi was kissing him hard. She made no attempt to break the kiss, this time. Not even when one hand

slid down her body to her leg and started stroking the bare skin of her thigh. She gave out a muffled moan as

she felt Rahul’s hands stoking the bare skin of her thigh. She wanted him to go higher up her thighs but he

wasn’t. She looked into his eyes questioningly. Rahul’s eyes were looking for approval.








Kamal watched as the hand slid up under her dress—He could actually see the outline of it as it rose up to her

inner thigh.

He shook his head in disbelief thinking, ‘This was going too far! Why wasn’t she stopping him?’

Rahul lifted his lips from hers for a second and Kamal thought that should be her cue. He thought she’d shake

her head and tell him to get off her, and he’d slink back to his room. But instead, she tilted her head back a

little, exposing her throat, and a whisper escaped her.



The laptop’s microphone was excellent. Her voice was low and husky, but Kamal still heard her say it. “Yes.”

Rahul smiled and his hand slid higher, his wrist pushing up the hem of her dress around her thighs. More and

more smooth skin appeared, and then he stopped and lifted his head in amazement. Athidhi flushed(shy) as

she realized what he’d felt...or rather, hadn’t felt. It took Kamal a second longer to get it.


And she before coming to Rahul she removed her inner and playing for her husband Kamal one hour back...

But now Rahul easily traced bare skin under her skirt.


















“No panties,” breathed Rahul. A sly smile spread across his face. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you? I’d have

to bring more stuff for you if you are going to thank me like this.”

‘No’, Kamal thought, ‘she took them off for me!!!’

But there was no reason for Rahul to think that. He didn’t know that Kamal was watching—he thought she

was cheating on her husband. As far as he knew, she was hot for him and had dressed accordingly.



‘And wasn’t that true, in a way? She did like him. And judging from her reaction to him touching her, it went a

lot further than like. That should make me angry’, Kamal thought. And it did make him angry... but the anger

was twisted together with something else, something even more powerful. Something that wanted to see

this thing go further and further and the hell with the consequences.

Athidi was staring up at him now, having slid down the wall a little so that she was partially under him. Her

mouth moved weakly, but she didn’t speak. Rahul’s hand started to slide around her hip, towards the front.

Towards her pussy.



Kamal thought that this game of theirs has gone far enough. He typed RED. But he hesitated, just before he

hit “Enter” to send it. ‘How far will she go, if I don’t stop it?’ His breathing was hot and tight, every muscle in

his body tense. His cock was harder than he’d ever felt it.

Rahul hiked the dress up higher and both he and Kamal gasped aloud as Athidhi's shaven pussy came into

view. He reached for it— “Stop.” It was firm and unequivocal. Athidi pushed herself up on her forearms. “Stop.

We can’t. I’m—married.”

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" You want it,or not" Rahul told her. But he didn’t touch her.

She took a deep breath. “Please leave,” she told him without hesitation.



Rahul stared at her for a second, but then reluctantly got off the bed and left, without a backward glance. She

tugged her dress down and then flopped on the bed as if in her shock. After a few seconds, Athidi rolled over

and stared at the camera in laptap. She stretched out and made the chat window full screen, then unmuted

Kamal. “Wow.” It was all Kamal could think to say.

She pressed her lips tight together. “Are you...angry?” She dropped her eyes. “It went further than we talked

about.”

Kamal shook his head. “No.” it's fine he said.

He looked down at his own screen, where the message “RED” still sat, waiting to be sent. He deleted it. “It

was fine. It was great.” And he meant it.


He’d been turned on throughout—even now it was over, the memory

of it made him want to grab his cock and stroke frantically. The knowledge that Rahul was just a few doors

down the corridor, lusting after her—maybe jacking off thinking about her—it made Kamal see her in a whole

new light.


Whenever he looked at her breasts, he imagined another man’s hands on them. Whenever he admired her

legs, he thought of another man between them.

That was crazy, of course. He’d never let another man fuck her. That part was just a fantasy.

“Did you like it?” Kamal asked.

She swallowed nervously.

“Be honest,” he told her.Tell me Athidhi

She stared at him for a moment. Then, “God, yes. It was fantastic.” she told him by shyly..



He went to nod, but she hadn’t finished.

She continue “He’s a great kisser, and...I don’t know, I suppose I thought it would be just like kissing you. I

wasn’t ready for how different it was.”

“Different?” A pang of jealousy went through Kamal.

“He was more...” Her eyes were distant, remembering. “He was very strong, in his kiss. I know that doesn’t

make sense, exactly. But it was like he knew what he wanted. He was demanding,” she said.

Kamal didn’t even know what she meant by that. That Kamal was weak when he kissed her? But he just said

“Okay—”

“And when he touched me...his hands are really big. It’s not that he’s rough, exactly, but he just sort of makes

me feel...small. Fragile.”

Kamal nodded, something cold gnawing at him inside.

“When he was about to touch me—When he had my dress up and he was about to touch me there, I had to

stop it,” she said.

Kamal thought she was reassuring him. “I know. Don’t worry, I trust you,” he told her.



But she shook her head. “No. I don’t mean it like that. I mean, I had to stop him then, because....” She flushed

and bit her lip. “Because if I’d let him touch me there, if I’d let it go any further...” She looked down at her

hands, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m not sure I would have been able to stop.”



It hit kamal like a punch in the chest. He’d known she liked Rahul—hell, he’d known she had a thing for strong,


muscled men for years. But he thought her loyalty to him overrode all of that. He didn’t think she’d ever be so

turned on that she’d lose control and do something he didn’t want. He’d forgotten, in his excitement, that

she was just as human as him, and she could get carried away just as easily. Then it hit Kamal that he acted

stupidly. This could have turned out to be a disaster. He was thinking to never act on his hidden fantasies

ever again.

“I understand,” he said at last.

“Did you enjoy it?” she asked, looking into the camera.

“Yes,” he said quickly, because he didn’t want her to feel guilty—after all, she’d only done what they agreed,

more or less. If there was any blame, it was on Kamal for coming up with the whole idea.



And then she said something that took Kamal by surprise.



“Do you want to do it again?” she asked. Her voice was small. And hopeful.

Kamal’s immediate thought was “No.” But something made him hold back.


Partially it was that his mind was still in a whirl, conflicting emotions raging around inside of him. He didn’t

want this thing to go any further, but at the same time...part of him really did. Also, he was worried that if he

stamped down on it hard now, Athidi would think that he was angry at her and be upset. Kamal had to be

careful, especially with her so far way. It wasn’t as if he could just reach out and give her a comforting hug.

And that’s how he made his mistake. The one that changed their lives forever.

“I need to think about it,” he told her. “Okay?”

She nodded and blew him a kiss. They told each other I love you and then they ended the call.

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The next morning, Kamal made a huge pot of coffee and sat there at the kitchen table drinking cup after cup,

thinking. In the cool morning sunlight, the events of the night before seemed insane. Had he really

encouraged his wife to flirt with...seduce another man?! Had he really sat there and watched him kiss her and

grope her... even near finger her, if she hadn’t stopped him, other men would have started a fight over it, but

he’d got off on it.



Kamal didn’t know what was wrong with him. He knew that he liked the idea of seeing her with other men.

The idea of it. Not the reality. And yet, last night he’d come close to making it all come true.


His fantasies were a hair’s breadth away from getting both of them into deep, deep trouble. Athidi was on

that island for almost another two weeks, and now she had to work with a guy she’d had a fling with. He’d

put her into an incredibly awkward situation, and he felt awful.


Although...she had enjoyed it. Kamal felt his guts tighten. The way she’d described how Rahul kissed her, how

his hands had felt on her... as if she didn’t know that it drove him crazy. Or maybe she really thought that

Kamal enjoyed that part—being compared to other, stronger men.





He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He was frustrated with the constant tussle between two

contrasting feelings he was having. He was torn between his dark desires, fantasies and rational (good)

thinking.

He felt like one was overwhelming the other.

He was willing to corrupt his sweet, lovely wife and jeopardise the

future of their relationship, their marriage. ‘This had to stop, and stop now.’ He said to himself firmly.



Kamal moved through to the lounge and noticed something on the laptop. He’d got into the habit of leaving

it on, in case Athidi called, and there was a “New Email” indicator flashing. He clicked it.




Kamal,

Thank you for being so honest. I think it’s great that we’re finally opening up to each other and thank you for

being so clear about what you want. I’m going to have to think about it, but I’ll call you tonight. Sorry to hear

about the camera—I was looking forward to seeing you and talking to you, but text chat will be nearly as

good. And you can still watch me!



Love you,
Athidi...


He got shocked by read that e mail from her sweet loyal wife Athidi.

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By reading that mail..

Kamal eyes widened in surprise. It sounded like she was responding to an email. But he hadn’t emailed her

yet.

Then he saw the email she was responding to, quoted below hers. it read


Now other e mail also displayed on laptop as follows.....





   Hi Athidhi,

First of all, I love you.



I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened tonight with Rahul. You didn’t do anything wrong—please

believe that. The only person who’s maybe done something wrong is me. I haven’t been completely honest

with you. I told you that I like the idea of other men wanting you. What you did with Rahul really turned me on

—more than I can say. I’ve had a long think about it and, if it’s okay with you, I *do* want things to go further. I

want you to have sex with Rahul—if you want to.

There’ll be no jealousy. I’ll be sitting here jacking off, watching you.


Just leave the camera on like you did before. If I change my mind—I won’t, but just to reassure you—I’ll type

RED, like we agreed. But trust me, that won’t happen. One small problem—the camera and microphone on

the laptop at this (my side) end are damaged. I’ve spent the last few hours trying to fix them, but it’s beyond

me—some

sort of driver problem. I can still see and hear you, though, and I can use text chat to talk to you.

I think this whole thing could actually bring us closer together. When we get back, the sex will be better than

ever because you’ll have had new experiences. You’re a beautiful woman and you deserve the best.

I know this is a lot to take in. Think about it.



I love you,

Kamal.




   
Kamal stared at the screen. His mind totally went blank. He couldn’t process what was happening. He didn’t

send any mail to his wife that he was sure of, then who sent it? He checked his “Sent” folder. The email was

sitting there, sent a few hours after he went to sleep the night before.

For a second, Kamal wondered if he was going crazy. Or suffering from multiple personality disorder. Was this

his subconscious coming out? Had he sleepwalked in the middle of the night and typed an email that

revealed his true feelings?



He shook his head rubbishing the idea, trying to clear it. Whatever was going on, the first thing he had to do

was tell Athidhi that that was not how he felt. He was worried if she’d already done her thinking and decided

to sleep with Rahul. What if she was planning his seduction, right now?



He clicked “Compose” to start a new email.

Nothing happened.

And then he got a video call from the one other contact in the laptop’s address book. Gupta was on the other

side. Kamal answered.

“Hello, Kamal,” he said. And he smiled a smile utterly devoid of warmth.

A deep, cold sense of dream started in Kamal’s stomach. He fought to hold it back, praying he was wrong.



"We’re going to have some fun…,.With Athidi ” Gupta told to Kamal.

Kamal stared at him, unable to speak in shock . ‘What?!’

“The laptop is under our control—well, my control, specifically. I can control your desktop from here, over the

internet. Watch.”


The mouse pointer traced a slow circle all by itself, as if the computer was possessed. He’d knew of this

software—companies use it to help users out when they’re having problems with their machines. Kamal just

didn’t have any idea it was installed on the laptop Gupta had given him.


“Can you guess what we’re going to do, yet?” Gupta asked to kamal

“You wrote that email,” Kamal said slowly. “You wrote it while I was asleep, and sent it to my wife.”

Gupta nodded smugly.

“But I’ll tell her,” Kamal said stupidly. “I’ll tell her tonight.”

“Will you, Kamak?” Gupta asked. “Are you sure? What exactly will you tell her? Let’s see, shall we?”

And Kamal saw Gupta type an instant message to Athidi

As “Kamal.”

As same like Kamal typing....... But actually The latap under Gupta control.... He can manipulate both Athidi

and Kamal...... by writing with others...  


Just now Gupta showing to Kamal as Kamal like writing


'Hello honey. I really want you to have sex with other men.'

Kamal’s blood ran cold. Gupta didn’t hit “Send.” He left the text sitting there for a few seconds and then

deleted it, but his point was made. He could type anything he liked to Athidi, and she’d assume it was from

her husband Kamal who sent it.

Gupta told to Kamal “I set your camera and microphone to auto-mute whenever you’re talking to Athidhi”

and “I can see and hear you, but Athidhican’t. So, screaming or holding up signs won’t work. All you can really

do is watch.”

Kamal sat there gasping in horror. Gupta could tell Athidi anything. Ask her to do anything.

“W—Why are you doing this?” Kamal stammered


Gupta  looked at Kamal  as if he was mad. “Why do you think?” Gupta lifted his hips off his chair and showed


Kamal the bulge in his pants. “I have a serious hard on for your wife. I’ve been letting Rahul get most of the

action so far...but that’ll change.”


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