The Couple's Experiment - The Truth Changes Everything-Continuation

[artemis1757]

As the  original author hasn't posted in a while I am making a humble attempt to continue the story. Not sure if I can even come close to the original author but just giving it a try.

I Chose a new thread as the original author may want to post more on the old thread. 
Existing parts can be read here - I am just continuing from where it was left.


https://xossipy.com/thread-74705.html

The Couple's Experiment – The Truth Changes Everything

[artemis1757]

Chapter 1 — The Viewpoint
Jeeva’s hand left Tara’s knee when the jeep appeared in the fog. The steel tea glasses were still warm. She kissed him longer than the place required. The extra second was for her, not for the man checking a tyre so he would not have to watch.
When she walked to Sam the gravel sounded too loud. He took the bag because that is what men do when they have been invited to carry something and are trying not to look invited. His palm found her waist. Balance, then not only balance. Heat went down her spine and settled between her legs as if a waist could be a mouth. She climbed in with the tote on her lap and did not look at Jeeva’s car until it was already mist.
The jeep smelled of dust and his soap — not better than Jeeva’s, only other. Other was the problem she had packed in tissue under a cream maxi. She crossed her legs. The wine brief, worn because she was a fool, was already damp along the slit. Every hairpin made the cloth rub her. She spoke about the road so she would not speak about that.
Sam asked if she wanted the window down. She said no, then yes, then no. Cold air tightened her nipples against lace. He kept his eyes on the tar. She watched his wrist on the wheel and hated how easily a wrist could become a thought.
He does not know there is a notebook, she told herself. He does not know he was scored. He only knows I asked for morning light.
Chapter 2 — The Listing Lied
One bed. The website sofa was a love seat that would have broken a man’s back.
I’ll talk to reception, Sam said.
Don’t. The word came too fast. We can manage. Early shoot. I sleep early.
He looked at her the way a man looks when he is checking whether manage means stay or I am being polite. Alright, he said. Window side is mine.
She locked the bathroom and sat on the closed lid. In the plan he did not know, this room was weather. Walk out. See if you come home wet. The plan had not included the sound of a latch you chose yourself.
She pulled the maxi to her waist. The brief was already dark in the centre from the jeep. She wiped herself with tissue, saw the shine, and put the same brief back on. A clean pair would have been a confession to the bag.
When she came out he had given her the room — standing on the step in the cold rather than assuming steam included him. Her nipples showed through the maxi. He looked once and dropped his eyes. She still saw him thicken in his trousers before he turned to the window. Nobody said the word. The silence was dirtier than the word would have been.

[artemis1757]

Chapter 3 — Work as a Rope
They walked because she had told Jeeva the trip was content, and content was the last decent rope in her hand.
Sam filmed without touching her. He asked her to say the tree’s height again. He asked her to wait for light. She dipped under a branch and the neckline moved and cold found the top of her breast and her nipple scbangd wine lace and she kept the sentence about mist going so her face would not show it.
You disappeared for a second, he said, lowering the phone. We can do that shot later.
I’m fine.
She was a woman whose husband was twenty kilometres away with another woman, by design, and who could not tell the man with the camera that the design existed. So she smiled the vlog smile, which had always been a little lie and was now a larger one.
On the return her sandal slipped. He caught her elbow. Full fingers. Warm. The grip echoed in her clit like a stupid instrument. She thanked him and stepped away one beat late. The beat stayed.
In the cottage she made Maggi and talked battery percentages. He answered battery percentages. When she moved she could smell herself faintly. She wondered if he could. The wondering was already a finger.
Chapter 4 — Only the Hook
After food her shoulders hurt. The maxi hook sat where she could not reach. That was true. It was also a test she was giving herself.
Only the hook, she said.
He stood behind her. In the dark window they looked like a marriage. Knuckle at her nape. The zip. The wine strap, unavoidable. The dress loosened and slipped one shoulder. Lace. Skin. Almost a nipple in the glass. Three seconds. She caught the fabric with both hands.
Sorry. I should have done it inside.
It’s alright, he said, and the carefulness made it worse than crude.
He went to the window. She saw he was hard when he walked. She took the maxi off in the bathroom, pushed two fingers into the wet brief, found herself swollen and slick, and stopped before she came standing because an orgasm on his zip would have been a decision. She washed her hand and put the robe on. The robe hid nothing if she leaned.
Sam, she said from her side of the bed. I need you to understand something without asking me to explain it. I am married. I love my husband. This is work. If I have given you another impression I am sorry.
I didn’t bring you here to collect an impression, he said. I brought a camera because you asked for morning light. If the bed is a problem I can still go.
Stay. Then, slower: stay on your side.

[artemis1757]

Chapter 5 — First Night, Two Stops
Dark. Generator. Two people performing sleep.
Why did you agree to this trip so easily, she asked the ceiling.
Because you asked. And because I am not a good man in the way your voice wants me to be good. I can carry bags and still want you. I have wanted you since before that lift. I think you know.
I stepped back after that day.
I know. I counted.
If you touch me tonight I will hate both of us in the morning.
Then I won’t.
His hand found the blanket near her wrist, not her wrist. She moved her wrist. He did not follow. Later the hand found her sleeve, then her pulse. She said his name like a blade.
If you do that I will get up and sleep in the bathroom. I am not joking.
He lifted the hand at once and turned to the wall.
She lay looking at his back, robe open an inch, nipples tight. When she thought he slept she slid her own hand into the brief. She was dripping. She rubbed her clit in small mean circles and came with her teeth in the pillow, eyes on the man she had just refused. She wiped her fingers on the inner robe. The smell stayed.
He was not fully asleep. He heard the broken breath. He put his fist around himself over the shorts and did not stroke. Stopping was the only sex in the room that belonged to both of them.
Chapter 6 — Twenty Kilometres, Jeeva Holds
Ramya came out with wet hair and a towel that wanted to be less than a towel. Jeeva saw her breasts, the dark nipples, the faint shadow between her legs. He went hard in his jeans like a teenager. He went to the balcony anyway.
We can just sit, she said. Sitting is also a choice.
He sat in the chair, not the bed. When she crossed to take a bottle her hip passed his knee. He did not hold it.
At the door she kissed him because she was tired of careful. He allowed the first second. Tongue, mint, her stomach against his cock through cloth. The second second he turned so her mouth hit his cheek.
I can’t sleep with you. Not as a test. As me.
Can’t or won’t.
Won’t.
Then don’t text your wife like a man who already did, Ramya said. That game is uglier than this room.
He stood on the balcony and wrote to Tara anyway, shorter and stupider than the truth: We shared a kiss. One. She’s in the bathroom. What do you think happened last night. He thought honesty was a rope back. He did not know she would read towel, bathroom, kiss, and paint the rest with the muscle she had trained to imagine slipping.
He slept on the far edge, dressed, cock aching, and did not knock on Ramya’s shoulder. Stopping had a smell. It smelled like toothpaste and unspent men.

[Dinesh Raveendran]

Bro, you can never match his writing. Don't do a spoil sport

[ChandruDelighty]

Hi artemis1757

Sorry to interfere here.

Honestly speaking..

Firstly.. Heygi vision of the story and your start is not matching

I feel Heygi is the best person to continue.

Sorry..i dont want to discourage you. I would like you take up new plot or new idea.

This story exclusively for Heygi. I can't think anyother person doing justice to the chapters written by Heygi.

[sarit11]

My dear writer

If the writer is available here , pls do inform him about your interest in continuing his story.

If he has no objection for that, then only it is good to continue his story.

Thank you

[artemis1757]

I had already said i can never eve come close ...as people dont like it thhe thread maybe marked for deletion

[rombyzomby]

I had already said i can never eve come close ...as people dont like it thhe thread maybe marked for deletion

Please continue.

People will make opinions, ignore them. If somebody doesn't like it then they are free to move on.

Anyway it is a different thread altogether and as you already mentioned, and we all know that original writer is not going to come soon. If he (or she) comes back then he (or she) can always continue from where he left in his original thread.

[NovelNavel]

There are very few writers in the forum. We should welcome new authors. No one is perfect in the first attempt. Please continue like a new story. It is your version.

[ChandruDelighty]

Hey artemis1757

I think I made a comment that might have hurt you.
I commented on the impulse and the impact of the original story.

I am sorry for that.

Pl continue and do as you thought about the story.