Present:
Bhavana was naked, spread-eagled on a king-sized bed in a five star hotel. The room was dimly lit and dead silent except for the grunts emanating from her mouth and the crunch of the mattress beneath as her chubby body rubbed against it. Her large, fleshy breasts stopped bouncing up and down in constant rhythm with the bed as the bearded man over her stopped thrusting his penis inside her sticky vagina. He was not her husband, nor a friend. In fact, she did not even know him!
She screwed her eyes and wrinkled her nose in disgust for the umpteenth time that night as he smooched her. His mouth tasted strongly of tobacco, some drink and she tasted his sweat from the upper lip over which he did not have a moustache…fortunately, as she did not want to imagine how filthy that would have been. He kept kissing her for long, munching her light brown and slightly dark pinkish lips as if he was a starving man who was offered meat. His penis popped out of her vagina and she felt warm semen trickling down her thighs.
“Huh! How long has it been since he washed his mouth I wonder,” mocked Bhavana in her mind as the man headed straight for the washroom to clean up. His taste was still lingering in her mouth so she too decided to head for the washbasin but then she felt something heavy drop on the bed.
Her husband Kumar had dug his knees into the mattress and was approaching her with a camera in his hand. He was naked and fully erect. As the stranger walked out of the washroom with a grateful smile and showered her husband with dozens of thanks, Kumar placed his penis on her lips and rubbed it. Feeling deeply miserable, she opened her mouth and started sucking her husband’s penis sincerely while the stranger watched gleefully.
Two Years ago:
Bhavana and Kumar were celebrating their 10th anniversary. She was 33, chubby after two deliveries and fair skinned. Kumar was tall, dark skinned, of the same age but looked tad younger and fitter than she was. They had been madly in love in college and had married right after graduation. Though they still loved each other, Kumar’s lust for his wife had dwindled over the years.
On their anniversary, however, he suggested a second honeymoon, which soared her hopes. Especially after her friends’ dark predictions that Kumar was probably having an affair. She thought they would rekindle their sex life during the vacation. Although she was right about his intentions, she was terribly wrong about the idea he had in mind.
“Exhibition? Are you kidding me?” asked Bhavana nearly spitting her coffee onto the table of a coffee shop where she and her husband were enjoying a light moment.
“I just explained to you, it’ll bring excitement back into our sex life. We’ll make love like we used to.” Argued Kumar.
Kumar went on an on explaining how acts like exhibition excited him, how it would be completely safe and in turn would help him make love to her in more passionate manner. Bhavana listened patiently; all the while happy that Kumar was still trying to save their marriage but worried where this development would lead. If she refused, he may seek help elsewhere; maybe have affairs. She had to try it, at least once to please him. She thought it would not cause much damage. She did not know how wrong she was.
“Now? Are you serious?” asked Bhavana. Kumar had just asked her to expose her boob in the coffee shop. She was wearing a deep-neck maxi, which showed a lot of her cleavage. Kumar had chosen that dress for her and had requested her not to wear a bra. Now she realised why.
“Please-please-please just pull it out slowly when no one is looking,” requested Kumar.
Bhavana looked around nervously. It was early in the morning; the shop had only two other customers who were sitting in the corner whereas some of the staff were talking near the counter. No one was looking at her but she knew it would take only one second for any of them to turn around and see her.
She took a deep breath and put her hand inside her maxi. She felt her palm grab her left breast whose nipple was erect, in excitement or fear she did not know. She waited, made sure no one was looking, and pulled it out. Her white, round DD cup breast was resting on the green maxi.
Kumar’s mouth opened and he grinned stupidly. His wife was sitting in a public coffee shop with one boob exposed. He turned and looked around in excitement to see if anybody had noticed. By the time he turned back to look at her, she had put her breast back in.
“That was amazing,” said Kumar who was still smiling. “Do it again”.
“No that was enough, it’s risky dammit, what if someone sees me,” said Bhavana.
“C’mon just one more time. I’ll record it on my phone and watch it over and over again,” replied Kumar.
Bhavana hesitated but eventually obliged. She looked around once more; making sure no one was looking and then pulled her breast out again.
“Take them both out,” requested Kumar who was holding his phone up to record. He watched in his screen as Bhavana pulled the other breast out too. Her 34DD breasts were hanging loose, open for anybody to see. On his request, she juggled with them, pinched the nipples, and traced the areolas with a wet finger, all the while trying too hard to keep an eye on everyone in the shop. No one had seen her yet. The staff, however, had all gone inside. She did not know why.
“Ha! Great!” chuckled Kumar as he spun the camera around to record the rest of the shop as if to prove in the video that it was a real exhibition. She put her breasts back in her maxi and they started to leave. As they paid the money, she caught a glimpse of the staff members who were huddled behind the counter, watching a clip on their laptop. It was the CCTV footage of the shop. She swore as she realized they were replaying the moment when she had taken both her breasts out.
The camera quality was bad from what she could see, so her face was not clear, in fact, the image was so blurry she knew no one would recognize her. Sighing with relief, she quickly pulled her husband out of the shop and they headed back to the hotel before any more damage could happen.
As soon as they entered the room, Kumar played the clip again in his laptop and showed it to her. She smiled at his enthusiasm and was thrilled when he pulled her maxi off and pushed her onto the bed. He made passionate love to her, as they used to do in early days of dating.
Kumar made her do it several times that week in different places. Sometimes in coffee shops, sometimes in shady single screen theatres or in parks. She was as lucky as she was the first time, that is, many got a glimpse of her round treasures. The game was becoming dangerous but she hardly complained. The way Kumar made love to her after each encounter made up for it.
Several months later in August, they were in Manali for a friend’s wedding. They tried another exhibition under Jogini Falls after months of waiting. This was a little different from last time. This time she wore a sky-blue salwar-suit of thin material and no bra inside. The result was instantaneous; her breasts became partially visible as she bathed under the waterfall. Not just that, this time they improvised. They did not stand together; instead, they made it look like she was alone.
The men around her were staring shamelessly. She was aroused despite being scared.
“Excuse me, I lost my ring in the water, can you help me find it?” she asked one of those staring, as instructed by Kumar earlier.
“Sure” Kumar heard a man near her say. He had grey hair and a tummy, which suggested he was several years older than Bhavana. They started talking as they searched for the ring in the water flowing down over the pebbles, but Kumar could not hear them. Nor could he get any closer, it would draw suspicion.
The old man was looking at her breasts more than on the water below which excited Kumar. Soon he picked a few words from the man, which sounded like he was suggesting the ring could have floated away along with the water towards the boulders nearby.
Bhavana, not knowing what to say, agreed to accompany him towards those big rocks and Kumar felt his heart quicken. Why was he taking her there? Was he planning something? He watched helplessly as the old man led his wife behind the rocks and green shrubs. He wanted to go but he could not interfere. Not so soon. Maybe she will find an excuse and come back.
However, that did not happen. On the contrary, several minutes went by with no sign of the two. Kumar had a sinking feeling in his heart so he finally decided to blow his cover and find out what his wife and that old man were up to. He reached the boulders and climbed over them to find the place empty.
“Where the fuck are you Bhavana?”
Now he was scared. His wife had gone missing with a stranger who clearly did not have any good intentions after seeing her exposed breasts. Had Kumar gone too far? Had he put his wife at risk only to satisfy his desires? With his heart pounding and hands shaking, he ventured further down the path and heard a woman moaning. He felt his entire body shake in tremors and he ran towards the source of the moans.
It was coming from behind another large rock. He could hear the woman’s gasp and a man’s voice saying soothing words. Kumar stuck his head out and found, to his immense relief that it was not his wife. It was another couple on vacation and they were not making out. The woman had hurt her ankle and the man was helping her out.
Kumar rushed back to the waterfall, the feeling of dread back as his wife was nowhere to be seen. Finally, he saw her walking back with the old man from another corner. Apparently the search for the ring had taken them quite far. His relief was quickly swapped by a sudden suspicion.
“Where were you?”
“Whoa! Kumar! You scared me!” said Bhavana who had not noticed her husband. The old man had walked away and there was a smile lingering on his face.
“I scared you? You went off with that creepy old guy for minutes and you think I was all relaxed?”
“It was nothing, I had to pretend to search for the ring for some time and then I told him it’s not here so we came back,” Bhavana said while her body trembled either with cold or fear Kumar didn’t know.
“Ok let’s go back, we had enough for today,” said Kumar.
Later that night, they made love with renewed vigour. Bhavana was kneeling on pillows, holding the bedposts while they had sex in doggy style. Kumar’s one hand was on her ass cheeks, occasionally spanking them while the other had tied her hair in a tight knot around the fingers. He was thrusting harder than he had ever done it; there was this roughness in the act that he usually never displayed. While kissing earlier, he had bit her and even when sucking her nipples he had done that.
Unknown to her, his excitement was at its peak due to the day’s events. He was surprised to realise that the thought of his wife making out with the old man was exciting for him. The worry that had overcome him was only the fear for his wife’s safety. While he fucked her ass watching the impact creating ripples on her fleshy butt, he imagined her moaning to the old man.
The hotel in which they were staying was not of their taste or standard. The walls were thin as they could hear people from other room and people walking outside. The paint on the walls was dull, and the bed on which they were making love creaked and groaned loudly with each thrust. Bhavana was moaning loudly as Kumar rammed her vagina with all his might.
“You liked it didn’t you baby?” asked Kumar as he thrust his penis in and out of her vagina. The fan in the room kept the temperature down but she was sweating anyway under him. She was belching out in pleasure with each thrust, enjoying how his bulbous penis head was rubbing her insides, her g-spot.
“Yes baby,” she replied. He pulled her hair, made her look back and kissed her hard. Bhavana let her tongue out and he licked it too. Then she turned back to the bedposts for support as he grabbed both her ass cheeks and started giving slow but powerful impacts.
“You like showing your body to men don’t you?” asked Kumar.
“Yes-ahhh”
The way he was thrusting with each positive answer was making Bhavana to tell him what he wanted to hear.
“Tell me why”
“I want them to-huh-ahh- see what they’re missing,” she heard herself saying automatically, this was a routine between them ever since they started doing exhibitions. “How I’m better than their wives-ahh-ahh-huh-girlfriends. How lucky you are –ummm-to get to fuck me! AHHHHH”
Kumar slid his penis out of her vagina and climbed over her back. Without warning, he drove it into her asshole, which was accustomed to his penis due to regular anal sex. Nevertheless painful for Bhavana who screamed out. The inhabitants of the other room called out some unpleasant words for the two but Kumar did not care.
He grabbed her breasts from under and squeezed them hard. His fingers found the erect nipples and he pinched them hard. Bhavana, who was already in ecstasy due to his energetic thrusts, moaned out as her sensitive nipples added to the pleasure. Soon, his speed increased to a greater pace and I knew what was coming.
Without waiting for instruction, she let his penis pop out and turned around. She caught his shaft and jerked it off as fast as she could while keeping her mouth open and tongue out as Kumar had trained her to do over the years. Kumar did not make her wait long, with loud grunts he unloaded everything on her mouth and breasts and then rubbed his penis on her lips like a lipstick. Bhavana kissed the tip of his penis and licked her lips clean.
After he was done, he jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Bhavana picked few tissues and wiped herself. A feeling of guilt was heavy upon her. It did not take her long to remember why. The amazing sex with her husband may have made her overlook it for few seconds but she knew she could never forget what had happened that day.
The memory was still fresh in her mind; the old man had taken her behind the rocks, out of sight and had pulled her into a hug she could not escape. He complimented her exposed breasts and said he could not believe his luck that she had agreed to come there with him. She was transfixed with fear under his bear hug and could only feel cold sensations go through her paralyzed body when she grabbed her face and smooched her hard.
“My husband is here…,” she said feebly after two minutes of nonstop smooching.
“Which one is he? Asked the old man peering through the bushes around the rocks. Bhavana pointed out Kumar but instead of letting her go, resumed kissing and forced his tongue into her mouth.
“Good, I’ll keep an eye on him while we enjoy.”
Hence, he kept “enjoying” her by squeezing her breasts over the wet dress, smooching her in between and even rubbing her vagina. All the while, she kept calling out to her husband in her mind to come looking for her. The old man concentrated on my bottom lip pulling it between his teeth, sucking it to drink all her saliva, which was flowing down his throat. Then he squeezed her cheeks with his fingers making her lips pout and bit them gently after which he started sucking them hungrily again.
“He’s coming,” said the old man after what seemed like hours to her. Bhavana sighed with relief but her happiness was short-lived as he grabbed her hand and took her further away behind some bigger rocks.
“Oh good, he’s going in the wrong direction,” said the old man excitedly.
He pinned her against the rock and pushed her top up, to completely expose her breasts. Her large round ones bounced and were squeezed a lot by the old man. He sucked and licked one breast while his thumb and index finger of the other hand pinched and rubbed the nipple of the other breast.
He switched between each breast several times, enjoying them to the fullest while Kumar went back and waited for them. While sucking them, one of his hands reached for her mouth and he put his thumb inside her lips. Understanding his unsaid request, she sucked his thumb as she would suck a penis. He stopped after she found her voice to request him.
“Please he’ll grow suspicious,” pleaded Bhavana.
“But I want you dear, I want to do everything with this beautiful body,” said the old man and he kissed her several times.
“You can do it later, I’m staying nearby, we’ll meet tomorrow right here same time,” lied Bhavana after managing to free her lips. She took some more time but managed to convince him. He let her go after smooching her for another minute.
Bhavana was brought out of her reverie by a knock on the door. Kumar was still inside the bathroom so she quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. She opened the door and found the room service boy whom Kumar had paid some cash to get drinks. His eyes widened when he saw her and at the precise moment, Kumar came out of the washroom.
“Your drinks sir,” said the boy hastily and rushed away after stealing another glance at Bhavana.
Kumar felt his penis twitching as another idea formed in his head.
To be continued…
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