I never saw Asha looking like an Indian wife. But after her best friend’s wedding, I found certain changes in her. She was wearing her long-forgotten mangalsutra, bangles regularly, having sindoor. Earlier she avoided mehndi. But this time, she loved it. It’s been like years that I have seen her like that.
It was the month of June, and her summer vacations were going on. One evening, we were checking our mobile sitting side by side. I heard Asha saying, “Wow, how lucky she is!” I saw her phone. She was watching her friend’s honeymoon pics. Her friend had updated her pics from Bali, Indonesia.
Asha, “See these pics. Her husband took her to such a beautiful place.”
Me, “Why are you feeling jealous? It’s their honeymoon trip.”
Asha (rudely), “I know that.”
Me, “After our wedding, we also went on our honeymoon. Now it’s their time.”
Asha (again rudely), “Where? Manali. where I already had visited twice before our marriage.”
I didn’t understand what she wanted, so I asked her directly. “Tell me what you want.” Asha, “I think we should go somewhere.”
Me, “Ok. Your summer vacation is on. We can go somewhere like Darjeeling or Nainital.”
Asha, “Why do you always think of hill station whenever I tell you about vacation?”
Me, “During summers, it’s good to visit hilly areas to get rid of the summer heat.”
Asha, “Can we also go to Bali?”
Me, “Yaa. But it will be costly, and secondly, I think it will be like following your friend. We can have a longer and better trip if we plan better.”
Asha, “I have to think, and you also search.”
The next morning, Asha said, “I am not getting it. Let’s go to Bali.”
Me, “I will talk in the evening.”
I am a little miser type. I searched the whole day and talked with some friends. In the evening, when I reached home, I asked Asha about going to Munnar Kerala. She also searched about Munnar and got angry with me, “Every time your pin stops at a hill station, I will go with someone else.”
She got angry with me but still kept searching. While searching Munnar, she saw something and extended her search. After few minutes, she said, “We will go to Allepey backwaters and beaches.” I also searched for Allepey and liked her idea.
After we both were convinced, Asha said, ” Vikram, plan the trip within this week.” So I searched for a hotel and booked a flight for Kochi. It was 4 days from today. The next evening when I reached home, Asha opened the door in shorts and spaghetti.
Me, “Why your mehendi is looking so bright today?”
Asha, “I went to mehendi parlor. It’s for our honeymoon trip.”
Me, “How is it a honeymoon trip? It’s just a vacation. We had our honeymoon trip 3 years back.”
Asha, “So what? We can enjoy this trip as our 2nd honeymoon.”
Me, “What will people say?”
Asha, “Which people? We know we have been married for 3 years, but nobody knows this in our honeymoon destination. For them, we will be like a newly married couple.”
I kissed her and said, “As you wish, dear, you look beautiful.”
After 3 days, we packed 2 big-sized travelers bags with a medium handbag. Both of us packed our clothes and other stuff with Asha’s baggage on a much heavier side.
Me, “It’s just an 8-day trip. Why are you packing so much?
Asha, “I don’t want to have every pic look the same.”
Me, “Ok, ok. But don’t you think that the proportion of short sexy clothes is too much?”
Asha looked at me with a bit of anger. “Most of these dresses are gifted by others. I have worn these dresses only once or twice only. These are so beautiful, and I haven’t worn them anywhere.”
Guessing frustration in Asha’s words, I said, “I didn’t mean that. I wanted you to include just one-two traditional dresses in place of 1-2 other dresses.”
Asha, “For you, this is just a trip. For me, it’s my honeymoon. I want to feel like a naughty sexy modern desi bride.”
Me, “Ok, do what you like.”
I sat down on a chair. Asha looked at me. She opened the almirah and took out a saree set, and packed it in the bag. We took a flight to Kochi from the nearest airport. Unlike north India, the weather was quite good there. We stayed that night at Kochi. The next day we visited fort Kochi and the Chinese fishing net.
The next morning we moved to Munnar. I loved the beauty of the place. Floating clouds and rain in patches were making the place even more beautiful. But despite being chilly and rainy, the place wasn’t cold at all. It was very pleasant. On the other hand, Asha liked it but did not feel crazy like me.
We left Munnar the next day afternoon and reached our hotel at Allepey late at night. The whole evening during our travel from Munnar to Kochi to Allepey, it was continuously raining. But the scenic beauty was so amazing that we loved even our road trip.
After a good night’s sleep, we woke up the next day. We called on to hotel staff to arrange a tour guide to visit Allepey and its surrounding area. Within 1 hour, we both were ready. I was in my T-shirt and trousers. Asha was in her low waist denim shorts and noodle strap short top.
Despite being in western dress, she looked like a newly married bride. Because of the mehendi in her arms and legs up to knees, a little sindoor on her forehead, mangalsutra, and a huge number of bangles. We had our breakfast, and at the same time, our guide reached.
The guide was a mid-height dark South Indian complexion average health under 30 smiling guy. We told him that we would be here for the next 4-5 days. So he should plan in such a way that we visit most of the places without getting tired. He planned accordingly.
As the day was almost half-past, he took us to a very good beach. With many people playing on the beach, we did the same. While we were still on the beach, the rain started heavily, we all got soaked. Asha’s thin top stick to her body and bra was visible from outside.
Our guide Hari’s eyes were scanning my wife. We came back to the car and gave her a towel to clean and put over her top. We reached our quite early to our hotel. We all had tea in the dining area, and then Hari left the place. We came to our room.
I said to Asha, “It’s very rainy here. You should dress here as per season.”
Asha looked at me, “Why are you saying that?”
Me, “Today, when the rain started, your top became transparent and hugged your body.”
Asha, “It happens with everyone.”
Me, “You didn’t know. Hari was scanning you from top to bottom.”
Asha (smiling), “Was he? You are feeling jealous, honey.”
Me, “No, I am not. But his look was really bad. His eyes were full of lust.”
Asha (laughingly), “Oh, I missed the chance to see his lusty face.”
Me, “It’s not a joke. I am serious.”
Asha, “Sorry, baba. Leave it. He is a man, and it’s common. Just chill.”
Asha removed her wet top, bra, shorts, and panty on the floor. She came near and pulled me towards her and lip-locked. I, too, removed my T-Shirt and pulled my trousers and trunks down. Soon, I was licking her pussy.
While I was licking her pussy, she asked, “When I got wet, was my top fully transparent?”
Me, “Not fully, but up to some extent. Your top stuck to your body, back was almost visible, green bra and your cleavage lining were visible a bit.”
Asha, “Was Hari staring at me all the time?”
Me, “Yes. All the time.”
Asha, “He might be just looking at me. What made you feel he had lust.”
Me, “He was rubbing his crotch when we were running towards the car.”
Asha, “Anything more you noticed.”
Me, “While he was driving the car, his eyes were scanning your body.”
While all this conversation, Asha’s pussy started dripping wet. Then I understood, she was asking me because she loved it. She pulled me up and guided my cock inside her pussy. I started fucking her slowly. Her eyes were closed, and a smile was on her face.
After 3 years of marriage, I understood that this smile was not because of my dick penetration. It was because she was thinking of Hari. I, too, started fantasizing that Hari was fucking Asha in front of me. We both were fantasizing the same.
Our fantasy was making us enjoy our sex session much more than a normal day. I released my sperm inside her. After half an hour of rest, we went to the bathroom and changed. We went to the dining area and returned to our room after dinner.
For sleeping, I was now in my shorts and vest. She wore her blue sleeveless thigh-length chiffon nighty. Underneath, she wore just her bikini. The next day, the early morning bell rang. Asha stood from the bed and, in half-sleep, went to the door and opened it. There was a waiter who came in with tea.
While coming inside, he got a good view of Asha’s figure and a partially restricted view of her boobs and nipples. While coming inside the room, he looked towards me to check whether I was awake or not.
I was lying in such a way that I could see almost the whole room. But no one would get an idea that I am awake. After assuring himself that I was still sleeping, he sat down and started preparing tea for us.
While doing so, he never missed a chance to see my wife’s nude body under her nighty. He almost took 5 minutes for a 2-minute job. He only left when Asha asked her that how much time it would take to prepare tea.
He said, “Just done, ma’am.” As soon as he left, I pulled Asha to the bed, removed her nighty and bikini as well as my shorts and trunks. I pushed my hard dick inside her pussy and started fucking her. She was totally surprised by my act but totally supported me.
I ejaculated inside her after few minutes of desperate pumping. After I lay down, she said, “What happened to you? I never saw you getting so desperate to fuck me so early in the morning.”
Me, “You liked or not?”
Asha, “I loved it. I want every morning to start like that.”
Me, “I too loved it.”
Asha, “Tell me what happened to you today.”
I (with a smile), “Nothing.”
Asha, “Tell me. Please.”
Me, “Ok. What you were wearing at night?”
Asha, “Nighty and bikini.”
Me, “And you opened the door for room service in that only.”
Asha (with surprise), “Oh fuck.”
Me, “He was staring at you all the time.”
Asha, “And you didn’t tell me?”
Me, “When I saw you had already opened the door.”
Asha, “You are so bad.”
Me, “And you know he was in no mood to leave the room. He was staring at your figure and boobies all the time while making tea. But you broke his heart by questioning him. Hahaha.”
Asha, “And you kept watching all this silently.”
Me, “I was feeling very naughty inside when he was scanning your body.”
Asha, “If he had something more than that.”
Me, “Don’t get hyper. He is an employee. He can’t do anything more than staring at the tourists unless someone gives him indication to proceed.”
Asha, “You know so much about him as if he is your close friend.”
Me, “I am a man, and with my experience, I know what goes on men’s brains.”
Asha, “Ok, and from how you got this experience?”
Me, “From you.”
Asha, “Me?How?”
Me, “How Mohsin, your director Rajveer, those Nigerians went ahead with you. Did they force you without your indication?”
Asha, “But, it can happen.”
Me, “Ya forced sex also happen, but a waiter won’t do it with tourist as it can cost him the job.”
Asha, “I think you are right. But if I gave him indication, what you had done?”
I smiled and said, “What could have I done? Instead, he would have done.”
Asha, “How can you enjoy anyone staring at your wife’s body.”
Me, “Because I know my wife loves guys staring at her figure.”
Asha, “I wasn’t enjoying today.”
Me, “Because you didn’t know that he was exploring your body. Hahaha.”
Asha, “Shut up.”
It was a bright sunny morning. At 7:00, we called Hari to reach before 8:30. He reached at the time. We were also ready. Asha was wearing thin fabric pink chudidar pajami and kurti with ample view of her cleavage. The mangalsutra and bangles were enhancing her beauty.
First, we went to Krishna temple. Then around 12:30, we had a light lunch in an authentic local restaurant. Then Hari took us on a backwater ride. It was a wonderful ride. Except for the boatman, only me, Asha, and Hari were on the boat. It was almost a 3 -3.5 hour ride.
We both were overjoyed, with coconut trees and cottages on both the banks and cottages and resorts in between. In between, I had an eye towards both Asha and Hari. Asha, like always, was naughty in her mind and was trying everything to attract Hari.
On the other hand, Hari was not missing a chance to peek at her. It was just 4.30, and rain had just begun. We went to drive. In the meanwhile, we passed through a beach area. Asha asked Hari to stop the car.
Me, “It’s raining. It’s not time to go to the beach.”
Asha looked towards Hari and said, “Is it dangerous to move on the beach during rains?”
Hari, “No, ma’am.”
Asha, “See. Vikram, let’s go. I love the beach. We are here for just a few more days, and I want to enjoy every day of it.”
Me, “You go. I will be here.”
Asha, “I will get bored alone. Hari, will you come with me?”
Hari, “Ok, ma’am.”
I could see happiness in Hari’s eyes.
Me, “But you people don’t take much time. Hari, prevent her from going into the sea.”
Asha dropped her dupatta and sandals in the car. While going to the beach, she blinked her eyes at me. I was watching them from the car. They were going farther and farther, out of my sight. Within few minutes, the rain stopped. So, I also walked to the beach to see what Asha was going to do.
They kept walking on the beach for some time. They were talking. At one place, they stopped, kept their mobile and other stuff on the beach. After that, I saw Asha start hitting seawater with her feet on Hari. But he didn’t do anything. But after some time, Asha again started to throw water with her hand.
This time he reciprocated and did the same. Both were enjoying themselves. Asha asked him to take her pictures. He took her pictures and selfies. After almost half an hour, they returned. They were much more comfortable with each other now.
I could see them talking and laughing with each other. They reached near to me. Asha’s clothes were somehow dried to an extent because of the breeze flowing on the beach. Asha talked to me.
Asha, “Our hotel is so boring, in the middle of the city. We should change to some other place.”
Me, “It’s fine, good and cheap.”
Asha, “But it’s not for a romantic trip. I find the place boring. I want to spend the remaining three days in a peaceful place near the beach.”
Me, “Ok, I will google for someplace like that.”
Asha, “Hari said he will find it for us.”
We reached our hotel room, and Hari left the place. As soon as we reached it, it again started raining heavily. I sat on the chair. Asha was getting ready to go the bathroom.
Me, “Did you click any pics on the beach?”
She gave me her phone. I saw her pics. She was almost nude in that dripping wet dress. Her boobs were popping out. There were a few selfies in which both of very close to each other. The bulge in Hari’s pants was also very prominent. I got very excited watching all those pics.
My dick also rose. I removed my clothes and knocked on the bathroom door. As soon as Asha opened the door, I entered the bathroom. Asha was nude, and the shower was open. At that moment, my erected dick.
Asha, “Oh my god. You are hard on. I got it.”
We both came under the shower. We kissed each other. We applied soap to each other’s bodies. It’s not like a bath. We were massaging each other’s bodies. It was the first time I cleaned her pussy and asshole myself. After removing lather from her body, I licked her from head to toe.
She also licked my dick. Then I closed the shower, slightly rubbed her hair opened the bathroom door, and pulled her to bed. I made her bitch and fucked her for 10 minutes and released my love juices in my wife’s pussy. After ejaculation, I fell on the bed like a lifeless man.
She came over to me and, after kissing me, said, “What happened to you? I can’t believe you have fucked me thrice in the past 24 hours, and that also with passion. Have you taken some sex-boosting medicine?”
I (laughingly), “Naa.”
Asha, “Then tell me.”
I took her mobile and showed her pics.
Asha, “I got it. You are feeling desperate because my body is very much exposed in this dress. Hari is so close to me.”
I replied nothing but pressed my wife Asha’s buttocks with my hand and kissed her vigorously on her lips. After 2-3 minutes, Asha, “That makes you naughty. I can see in your eyes you want more.”
I tightly gripped Asha in my arms.
Asha, ” I will do everything to make our 2nd honeymoon memorable.”
Me, “I want to see you being fucked by Hari and hotel staff in front of me. I want you to enjoy getting by them in front of my eyes in our hotel room and our bed.”
Asha (surprised), “What?”
Me, “In past 2 days when I saw you exposing in front of Hari and waiter. And while fucking you, I fantasized you fucked be them. This made me excited.”
Asha, “I thought you were getting aroused after watching them stare at my figure. But you are also fantasizing about them fucking me. It’s a surprise for me. That means the desperate sex you did with me in the past 2 days is because of this.”
Me, “Yaa.”
Asha (with a slight smile), “You are a son of a bitch.”
Me, “You create new fantasies every month, and I never stop you.”
Asha (smiling), “I was just teasing and flirting with Hari, nothing more than that.”
Me, “Please, say yes. I have no problem.”
Asha, “No. It’s our honeymoon. and you are performing so well. Why you are saying so, I can keep your excitement level on top-level by continuing flirting.”
Me, “Please jaan, please. I know it’s our honeymoon. I want it to be very memorable and special for both of us. So please agree.”
Asha (with a laugh burst), “Ok. I will think about it.”
It was enough for me. I again started kissing her. Thinking about Asha being fucked by our room service, my dick again started to rise. Asha looked towards my dick, laughed, and said, “You are a real son of a bitch.”
But I was thinking about how to change the probability in Asha’s word to the surety.
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