On the boat ride back to the resort, Mayank kept excitedly talking about all the fish and other creatures he had seen. He did not seem to have noticed the flushed expression on Divya’s face. Divya half-listened to her husband drone on but was primarily thinking about what had just happened, sneaking glances at Isaac who was acting as if nothing had happened.
Divya could not believe that she had just let some random stranger fuck her and that too so intimately under water. Just a few weeks back, she thought, she was an innocent virgin waiting to start a content life as a traditional housewife of a good looking husband from her own community. And now? She had spent many naked sessions getting sucked by and sucking a horny old net cafe owner. And as if that weren’t bad enough, she had now had actual sex with another man. What’s worse is, she had enjoyed both instances although they started off with coercion.
That whole day Divya kept thinking of the incidents and berating herself for being such a cheap slut. She had possibly sabotaged her marriage forever. Why couldn’t she be happy with what she had? And why did she keep putting herself into situations where people could take advantage of her? Which brought her mind to Chad. What would he do? Would he also take advantage of her? She hoped not. He was with his wife too. But at the back of her mind, a small voice was saying that getting fucked by Chad was inevitable. He could simply blackmail her by threatening to tell her husband what he saw.
After they returned from the boat ride, Mayank, Divya, Chad, and Kelly walked back to their cabins together. Kelly was her usual chatty self. As she and Divya walked in the front side by side, the two husbands behind them were having similar but different thoughts. Mayank saw the tall lithe Kelly and her well toned fitness trainer’s ass barely covered in a bikini swaying next to Divya’s round bubble butt covered in shorts. Although he found his wife very hot, he couldn’t help but fantasize how great it would be to have a young tall white woman such as this.
Chad saw the same sight, but was focused more on Divya’s ass which he had just seen in its naked glory. He had watched the whole thing unfold with a lot of interest. As a trained US marine, he was able to stay underwater for long periods of time without being detected. He lowered himself so just the tip of his breathing tube was above the water’s surface, assuring him of air supply. He had been in the area when he saw Isaac and Divya get in water, and had followed them from a safe distance. He saw how cleverly Isaac had manipulated the situation and how easily Divya had given in.
As he saw the two contrasting asses next to each other, he imagined how great they would look bent over side by side, giving him an opportunity to fuck them both.
The two couples finally reached their cabins. They agreed to shower and meet again for lunch. The plan after that was to hit the casino for a while. Chad and Kelly didn’t care too much for gambling, but Mayank had been really insistent.
As soon as they entered their cabin, Mayank dragged Divya to the bed. He had gotten excited looking at the taut white butt of Kelly and the nearly naked bikini clad bodies of the other women snorkeling around him. He slipped off her wet clothes and pushed her on the bed. Divya had already been primed up after a sex session with Isaac. She told herself that getting fucked hard by Mayank might make her forget the guilt of what she had done.
This time, Mayank fucked her Rockygy style, because it would give him a great view of his wife’s round full ass. Divya was happy to note that all the pain and discomfort had now gone away from her pussy. She wondered if it had to do with the fact that Isaac’s long dick had been in her for so long. Compared to him, Mayank’s seemed manageable. She could not believe that just a couple of days ago, it had hurt so much when her husband had first entered her.
Keeping Divya on all fours on the bed, Mayank fucked her from behind. She had arched her back making her big butt jutt our and Mayank loved how it jiggled after every stroke. He started spanking her ass, one at a time.
“Ouch!” Divya said.
“I am punishing you because you have been a very baaaaaaaaaaaad girl.” Mayank hoarsely said and spanked her hard a couple more times.
Divya felt panic surge through her throat. Did he know? Oh god! Was he going to leave her? Our poor innocent heroine wasn’t too familiar with the concept of bawdy talk.
“You are my own personal slut.” Mayank said, spanking her again, “I own this ass.”
Divya stayed on all fours obediently getting her fresh young pussy fucked by her husband. Soon she realized that he was just making random naughty comments and wasn’t actually accusing her. She actually felt turned on at the idea. And she was actually enjoying getting her naked ass spanked.
“Yes, I am your slut.” she said breathlessly.
Mayank was delighted at the response in kind from his demure wife. He grabbed her wet hair and pulled it hard.
“Owwww!” Divya cried out.
“Shut up!” he said and started bucking his hips faster. Soon, he had cum inside her.
Mayank collapse on top of his wife’s body, making her fall flat on the bed. His crotch rubbed against her ass for a few minutes as the two of them just lay there. That’s when the thunking sounds from the common wall started.
Mayank had been asleep when that had happened the previous night. So it took him a few moments to realize what was happening. When he did, he closed his eyes and imagined a naked Kelly getting banged by Chad. He imagined how she would look in front of him on all fours like Divya just was.
“Looks like they had the same idea.” Mayank said, chuckled and got off his wife’s naked body. He went to the bathroom to clean up and shower.
Divya rolled over on her back after her husband went into the bathroom. She lay there on the bed and tried to stop herself from comparing the experiences with Isaac and Mayank. Isaac had been so powerful, his thrusts so deep and passionate. Mayank had started off well, but finished too quickly. She remembered the weird sensation she had inside her cunt when getting fucked by Isaac. Nothing like that had happened with Mayank ever. She wondered if it had to do with size.
Then her mind went back to the thunking sound and the soft moans of Kelly which were still going on. A picture of Chad’s naked dick flashed in front of her eyes. She closed her eyes, but the vision wouldn’t go away. Soon her hand moved to her clit. And as she heard the telltale sounds of their next door neighbors banging, Divya started masturbating again. She had flashes of her being in Kelly’s place as the big strong marine ravaged her. The vision pushed her over the edge pretty fast and oblivious to Mayank, his wife had another orgasm thinking of a different man.
In the shower, Mayank was thinking about Kelly too. Standing under the falling water, he started playing with his dick and the visions of Kelly got him hard again. This delighted him, because he usually couldn’t get hard so soon after already cumming.
“Divya! Come in here!” he called his wife.
Divya had just finished her own orgasm. She walked into the bathroom naked and saw her husband standing there with an erect dick just like the previous day. She was pleased and hoped he would last longer this time.
They had sex in the shower that was an action replay of the previous day, with Divya bent over with her palms on the floor. Mayank closed his eyes and fucked his wife imagining it was the hot Kelly instead. Divya closed her eyes and imagined it was Chad instead. And both husband and wife, unknown to each other, had a good shower sex session imagining the same couple. Mayank did last longer this time by his standards, almost 8 minutes.
They both showered and walked out of the bathroom. The thunking sounds were still there. Mayank felt a little jealous that Chad was able to keep going for so long. That jealousy increased when the sounds went on for a good twenty minutes or so even after Mayank and Divya got dressed. Mayank decided to look up some information online about how to postpone ejaculation.
The two couples then went for lunch to an Italian place. Kelly was wearing a green bikini with a sarong wrapped around her waist. Chad was wearing khaki shorts and his chest was bare. Divya sneaked a couple of glances at how tanned his chest was. She also noticed that it was completely hairless. She wondered if he was naturally like that or if he shaved his chest. Chad noticed the demure Indian wife stealing glances at him and felt very pleased.
Mayank was a lot less discreet checking out Kelly’s cleavage. Kelly noticed it, but didn’t think much of it. She had always attracted admiring glances from men when she wore skimpy clothes. So Mayank checking her out was no big deal. She liked the attention. She found Mayank cute in a whimsical sort of a way. He had a good face with nice features, and his body, while not as muscular and huge as her husband’s, was still lean and tight.
“Divya, you have such a beautiful figure. Why don’t you wear a bikini some time instead of t-shirts and shorts?” Kelly asked a few minutes after their food arrived.
Mayank and Divya were both stumped. They looked at each other. Finally Divya said,
“I feel shy. I am not used to it. India isn’t like America. I feel conscious even in these clothes.”
“Indian women don’t wear bikinis.” Mayank tersely said, displaying his patriarchal hypocrisy. He was happy ogling Kelly and all other women in bikinis. But the thought of his wife exposing herself like that did not sit well with him.
“That’s not true.” Kelly said. “I have many Indian friends back in the states who wear bikinis.”
“Must be ABCD.” Mayank said.
“ABCD?”
“American Born Confused Desis.” Mayank explained.
“What’s so confused about wearing a bikini? Are you saying I am confused because I wear a bikini?” Kelly got a little offended.
“No no, not at all.” Mayank immediately backtracked. He didn’t want to offend this hot lady he had a crush on.
“Then?”
“I’m just saying that…” Mayank tried to find the right words, “Indian women who grow up in America are more comfortable in bikinis. Women like Divya who grow up in India are brought up in a different culture. So it’s not as easy for them.”
“Whatever.” Kelly said, cooling down a little. “I think she’ll be more comfortable in a bikini. And look hot too. But it’s your call.”
Divya had stayed silent throughout all this after her initial response. Actually, if Mayank had said, she would not have minded trying on a bikini. All those naked sessions in the net cafe had already brought out the exhibitionist in her. Unwittingly flashing her ass and pussy to Chad earlier had only magnified that instinct. But she knew that Mayank would not allow it. So she stayed silent.
Chad had listened to the whole conversation and chuckled inside his head. Indian-American women were confused? The most confused creature he had seen was sitting right across from him. If Divya wasn’t confused, getting fucked by a random boat captain in the ocean, who was?
After lunch, they all went to the casino as planned. Divya was hoping that Mayank would ask her to play blackjack. But he was still carrying a grudge about it, so he didn’t. He and Chad decided to play poker. Kelly and Divya watched for a while, standing behind their respective husbands. everyone except Divya was having alcohol. Divya got the hang of poker pretty quickly. It’s basics weren’t that different from teen patti, a game she had seen in India. Again, it was all about probabilities. She also noticed the patterns in how the other guys including Chad were playing and was able to read their reactions and “tells”.
A dozen hands in, she knew that Mayank was making a mistake betting so heavily in hopes of a flush. But now she knew better than to upstage her husband. She stayed silent, and he lost the hand. One the next hand, she could tell that his five pair had a great chance of winning despite seeming like a paltry pair. But he folded, and someone with just an ace high ended up taking the pot.
Although Divya was finding poker very interesting, it held no appeal for Kelly who was a bit of a ditzy blond.
“Come on Divya, let’s try the slot machines.” she said.
Divya wanted to stay but she didn’t want to be rude to her new friend. Like a dutiful bhartiya naari, she asked Mayank if she could go.
“Hmmm.” Mayank, engrossed in his cards, waved her away. Chad however looked up, smiled and said goodbye, staring into Divya’s eyes.
Kelly led Divya to a row of slot machines. They got a bunch of coins and started playing the slots. Lots of waitresses were walking around with drinks, and Kelly downed a couple of them in quick time.
“You don’t drink either, do you?” she eventually asked. “I’ve been noticing that you only drink soda or juice.”
“No, I don’t.” Divya said.
“Is it for religious reasons?”
“Not really.”
“Yeah, can’t be because Mayank drinks like a fish.” she said and giggled. She was feeling a little buzzed. “Mayank is such a cutie.”
Divya smiled. She felt too shy to respond and say that Kelly’s own husband was quite attractive too.
“Here, try some.” Kelly offered her vodka-tonic to Divya.
“No, it’s okay.”
“I know you guys can’t eat beef, but the drinking taboo is in the other religion, right?”
“Yes.”
“So? Have a sip.”
“No, please.”
“Come onnnnn!” Kelly got up from her chair, put her arm around Divya and put the glass to her lips.
A sober Kelly would never have crossed boundaries like this. But she was drunk and when she got drunk, she got a little reckless. Plus, the feminist side of her had been bothered by how Mayank treated Divya according to a different set of rules.
Divya was taken aback at Kelly’s physical insistence. Kelly was a good 8-9 inches taller than her. And a lot more rambunctious. So when Divya found herself in Kelly’s grasp with a glass at her lips, she had no option but to take a sip.
“It burns!” Divya said, coughing after her first ever taste of alcohol.
“Yeah, but you get used to it. It’s like losing your virginity. It hurts in the beginning but then feels great.”
Divya readily identified with the parallel. She had a few more sips. They did go down a bit easier.
“Waitress!” Kelly called out. “A vodka-tonic for my friend here.”
Divya’s traditional conscientious side chided her. What are you doing, she asked. Going around sucking people off, getting banged by strange men, and now drinking? But the first few sips of the drink had already started affecting Divya a little. She felt her spirits soaring and her inhibitions lowering.
For the next half an hour, Kelly and Divya played at the slot machines while drinking. Divya hoped Mayank wouldn’t mind it too much. it’s not like she drank a lot. Just one and a half drinks. Kelly was drinking a lot more. As she got more and more drunk, she started touching Divya on her back and shoulders a lot more too, getting very friendly. Divya, unused to physical contact from women, felt a little weird, but the little alcohol in her system was enough not to freak her out.
“Well, these machines suck!” Kelly said after she ran out of coins.
“You wanna play something else?” Divya asked, her head feeling a teensy bit light.
“Nahhh…I know what we should do!”
She downed her drink, grabbed Divya by the wrist and started leading her across the casino floor.
“Where are we going?”
“To the clothing store.”
“Do you need to buy some clothes?”
“Not exactly.” Kelly said.
She dragged Divya back to the poker tables where the two husbands were engrossed in a particularly tense game.
“Hey Mayank!” Kelly said sounding very drunk, poking the young Indian on his arm. He had been staring at the flop. He looked up, a little confused. He had been drinking a fair amount.
“Is it okay if I take your wife clothes shopping? Buy her some cute shorts and tops, not these loose matronly things?” she asked, pulling at Divya’s loose t-shirt.
Divya was standing right next to her. Mayank looked at his wife, then sniffed a little.
“Have you been drinking?” he asked Divya, who went red in the face and stared downwards.
“So what if she has?” Kelly aggressively asked. “You’ve been drinking too. Are you saying it’s okay for you but not okay for her?”
Mayank, the traditional hypocrite, wanted to say yes, that’s exactly right. But Kelly had a strange hold over him. So he just said,
“No no, it’s fine.”
“And the shopping?”
“That’s okay too.” he said, although he didn’t sound too pleased. He didn’t want Kelly to corrupt his chaste wife (if only he knew about Mehra and Isaac, right?).
“Great!”
And Kelly led Divya out of the casino.
Out in the sun, Divya felt a little less groggy from the booze. Kelly though was drunk. She sang and giggled loudly as they walked to the clothing store. It wasn’t a very big store. Just a limited selection of clothes couples would need in a beach resort. Kelly took Divya to the women’s section.
“You have such a hot body. We need to get you something figure-hugging.” Kelly said. “What’s your size?”
“Waist is 24, chest is 34DD.” Divya blushed and said.
“Ideal hourglass, huh? And butt?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never had it measured.”
“Hmmm.” Kelly said, examining Divya’s ass. “Must be 38 at least.”
She picked out some shorts and tank tops and handed them to Divya who was aghast at the selection.
“These are too skimpy for my personality.”
“Nonsense. They’ll look great on you.”
Ignoring her protests, Kelly dragged Divya to the changing room. Divya walked in, and was surprised when Kelly joined her and closed the door.
“I’ll change on my own.” she timidly said.
“Don’t be shy. It’s just us girls here.” Kelly said and sat down on a stool in the changing room
Divya, raised in a culture where women change their clothes in the dark even when alone, was a little bashful. But the recently awakened exhibitionist side of her was a little turned on. She turned around and took off her t-shirt. Then she tried on a red tank top and turned back to face Kelly.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Kelly got up and grabbed Divya’s boobs. “See how amazing your big tits look. If I had big tits like yours, I wouldn’t keep them hidden.”
“Yours are big too.” Divya returned the compliment.
“Not that big.” Kelly said, and then to Divya’s surprise, pulled up her bikini top exposing her breasts.
Divya was even more shocked at what Kelly did next. So shocked that she couldn’t even react in time.
“Let’s compare.” Kelly said, and moving with the speed of a feline, reached behind and unhooked Divya’s bra, and then pulled the top and the bra up. Divya’s big tits, freed of the constraint, swung loose and moved around a couple of times before coming to a stop. Kelly then pulled Divya so they were standing next to each other facing the mirror.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. I am not complaining about my tits. They are big enough.” Kelly squeezed her own tits a couple of times. “But yours…”
And then she reached over with both hands and pressed Divya’s huge double D knockers. And then Kelly’s voice went a little low and hoarse as she said,
“Yours are just spectacular.”
Divya was too taken aback to say or do anything.Here was this tall beautiful white fitness trainer topless with her in a store changing room, squeezing her boobs. And Divya detected more than just a friendly tone in her last statement.
Kelly lingered for a few minutes, touching and squeezing Divya’s firm big boobs. She was feeling the effects of alcohol hit her and it was making her act even bolder than she normally would have. When Divya didn’t protest or struggle, Kelly assumed she was comfortable with this.
“Okay, so we’re taking that tank top. And the other two, the black and the green one, are essentially the same. So we’re taking those too.”
Kelly turned to face Divya and pulled her tank top off over her head. The bra came off with it too, and Divya was now completely naked from the waist up. Divya wanted to reach out and at least put her bra back on but before that Kelly moved rapidly again.
“Now these shorts.”
She held out a pair of white denim cut-offs that were less than half the length of the frumpy loose shorts Divya was wearing. Divya meekly slipped down her shorts and kicked them off. She was now only in her white undies inside the dressing room with a woman she had known barely two days.
“Yeah, that’s the round bubble butt you need to show off.”
Kelly playfully spanked Divya’s ass and said. Divya quickly slipped on the denim shorts and buttoned them. She examined herself in the mirror, topless wearing only these tiny shorts. They stopped just an inch or so under her crotch. The frayed seams gave the shorts an even more trashy look.
“I don’t know about this.” Divya said. “Seems a little too short. I don’t know if Mayank would like it.”
“Buy them, model them for him, and if he objects, return them. Simple.” Kelly said. She noted that Divya had now gotten comfortable being topless around her. Her own boobs were still exposed, with her bikini top rolled up over them.
“Try the yellow cotton hot pants now.” Kelly said, handing them over.
Divya took off the denim shorts and tried on the hot pants. They fit her very snugly like a glove. Her beautiful bubble butt looked very fetching in them. Kelly instantly turned Divya around so her butt was visible in the mirror.
“Look at how hot that looks. Look at how hot you look.” Kelly said putting her arms around Divya.
Then Kelly moved her hands to Divya’s bare back and pulled her closer until the Kelly’s boobs were pressing against Divya’s neck and Divya’s boobs were pressing against Kelly’s ribs. Kelly’s breathing quickened. She started caressing Divya’s back.
“Oh you look so hot.” she said and lowered her face towards Divya’s.
Divya was absolutely shell-shocked. She had come to terms with sucking off an old man and being fucked underwater by a random Jamaican. But lesbianism? That seemed like a bridge too far.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Divya said and pushed Kelly away just as she was about to kiss her.
Kelly stumbled backwards, slightly ashamed and upset. She was a bit of a bisexual. Divya wasn’t the first woman she had made a pass at. But Divya was the first woman who had rebuffed her advances.
“I’m not a lesbian, Kelly.” Divya haughtily said, putting her bra back on. She then started putting her loose old clothes back on.
“I’m…I’m sorry. Neither am I. I just…I am so drunk.” Kelly rubbed her temples. “You’re so beautiful…I just…I don’t know what came over me. It won’t happen again. I promise. I promise.”
For the next couple of minutes, Kelly repeatedly apologized. Finally, Divya calmed down. After all, Kelly had downed a lot of drinks. Maybe it was just an impulsive mistake. And who was Divya of all people to judge impulsive mistakes?
“Okay, I forgive you.” Divya said.
“Friends again?” Kelly said, making a puppy face.
“Yes.” and as a gesture of good faith, gave Kelly a quick hug.
“You are buying the clothes, right? Don’t make my stupidity discourage you from that.”
Divya thought about it.
“Yes, I’ll at least buy them and try them on for Mayank.”
Kelly covered her boobs and the two picked up the clothes and walked out of the changing room.
The two ladies walked back to the cabin so Divya could drop off her new clothes and then went back to the casino. It was almost evening by then. When they reached the poker table, they found both Chad and Mayank in a great mood. Mayank was especially delirious. He had downed a lot of drinks, which usually made him a happy drunk. And he had won over 4000 dollars so far and was still going strong. Chad himself was up by about a thousand. The two ladies hugged their heroes and stood next to them watching the game. Kelly had a few more drinks as they watched. She tried to coax Divya to have some, but our heroine decided to abstain.
Two hours later, Mayank’s mood had soured a bit. He was down to a profit of 2000, most of which he lost to Chad who was up by 2500.
“My fucking wife is not a good luck charm but a fucking bad omen.” Mayank slurred loudly. Divya’s face instantly fell. She had held her tongue as Mayank, probably because of all the booze in him,had made one reckless decision after another and squandered away a lot of his winnings. And he was abusing her in public?
“Mayank!” Chad said gently but firmly. “Don’t be rude.”
“Well..you…you tell me then. She’s gone…I win four…she returns…I lose two…explain that to me.”
“You’re drunk.” Chad said.
While Mayank had been downing shot after shot, cocktail after cocktail for hours, Chad had been pacing himself with a soldier’s discipline. His big physique also gave him a higher than average tolerance for booze. While he had a nice pleasant buzz going, he was not even remotely drunk.
Mayank sat there looking like a petulant child as the dealer waited for a signal to deal the next hand.
“I’m done! Cash me out!” Mayank declared and got up. Chad also decided to cash out.
A few minutes later, the four of them walked out the casino. Mayank was having trouble walking in a straight line but was still able to keep his balance. Kelly, having downed several drinks in two hours, was also drunk. They decided to go to a Chinese restaurant on the resort. Chad said that if Mayank had some carbs, like rice or noodles, it would help his body handle the booze better.
Divya certainly hoped so. She had been humiliated by Mayank for a second time in the casino. She was by nature a docile Indian housewife but still, she had feelings. She also felt thankful to Chad for sticking up for her. At the restaurant, they ordered food. Kelly also ordered a cocktail. The waiter turned to go when,
“Wait…wait…waiter!” Mayank slurred, “get me a double rock on the scotch…I mean scotch on the rocks.”
“Mayank, should you be drinking more?” Chad whispered.
“You shut up! You stole my money! Give me back my money!” Mayank said and flailed his hands towards Chad’s pockets.
“Mayank, don’t do this.” Chad held him off easily. But a drunk Mayank kept struggling. Finally Chad said, “Okay okay, here.”
He took out a wad of 100 dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to Mayank who snatched them and stuffed them in his pocket.
“Good. it’s my money. This fucking panauti made me lose it.” he pointed at Divya who was sitting next to him. She went red in her face again.
“What’s a pun-ow-tea?” Kelly said, giggling drunkenly.
“Shhh!” Chad silenced her.
The dinner proceeded under a pall of awkwardness. Mayank was drunk as a skunk, and drinking even more. He wasn’t saying anything to anyone, just occasionally muttering something to himself. Kelly was drinking and talking a lot about the randomest things, mainly her friends back home in Oklahoma. Chad and Divya were mostly silent, exchanging glances that seemed to say “what spouses we have!”
Divya found another reason to admire Chad. He was still in total control of his faculties, even though as far as Divya thought, he had drunk as much as Mayank. He had stuck up for her in the casino when her husband was publicly berating her for a bizarre reason. And then just now. Even if Mayank were fully sober, Chad the marine could have swatted him like a fly. When a drunken Mayank lunged at him to demand the money he had rightfully and fairly won at poker, Chad could have knocked him out with half a slap. But instead, Chad acted very maturely and just handed over a pretty big sum of money.
Compared to him, Mayank seemed to her like a child trapped in a man’s body. Chad was a real man. And the body…hmmm…Divya stopped herself from getting too carried away.
By the time dinner ended, Mayank was even more drunk. Kelly, while not as drunk as Mayank, was still pretty sloshed. The four of them started walking back. A few steps and Mayank lost his balance and fell. Chad immediately held him up with one arm and tried to help him. But another dozen steps and Mayank just passed out completely. Chad picked him up and slung him over his shoulder like a sack.
A few steps later, Kelly started swaying. She leaned against her husband as they walked back. Divya was quietly walking behind them, feeling utterly ashamed at what her husband was putting her through. They finally reached their cabins.
Kelly, tottering on her feet, somehow managed to open the door and walk into their cabin. Chad carried Mayank to the bed in Mayank and Divya’s room. He gently laid Mayank down on the bed, took a pillow and rolled him over on it on his stomach.
“So if he vomits at night, he won’t drown in his own puke.” Chad explained to Divya. She nodded. “Anyway, good night.”
Chad walked out of the cabin and closed the door behind him.
Divya sat on the bed. She tried to shake Mayank awake, but to no avail. He was passed out completely. She changed into her nightgown and laid down next to her drunk husband. She closed her eyes but even after half an hour, sleep wouldn’t come. So she walked up and went to the back porch. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she heard a nearby voice say,
“Couldn’t sleep, huh?”
It was Chad, 20 feet away in the back porch of his cabin. She walked to the wall separating the two porches and poked her head around it. There was Chad, wearing just a pair of cami shorts.
“Thank you so much for everything today.” Divya sincerely said.
“It’s okay. He’s a good guy. Can’t hold his booze too well. but other than than, good guy.”
“Is he?” Divya asked. The question was directed at herself too.
Having grown up in a traditional family, she had always thought of arranged marriage as the right way of doing things. But was it really? Before she got married, Mayank seemed like a nice guy from a nice family. But in the last few days, she had seen his jealous side, his insecure side, his angry side…and many more ugly sides. This was the man she had to spend the remaining 60 or so years of her life with?
“Kelly is passed out too.” Chad said. “She barely made it to the bed and collapsed on it.”
The two of them just stood on their respective porches in the darkness illuminated slightly by the moon, listening to the sound of waves crash against the beach. They stood like that for ten minutes. Finally Chad said,
“I am going for a walk along the beach. Care to join me?”
“Sure.” Divya said. Her husband was passed out. What else did she have to do?
Soon the two of them were strolling down the path leading to the beach.
Divya followed Chad to the beach. It was very peaceful, with only the sounds of the wave around them. Even with the moon out, millions of stars lit up the sky. Divya walked to the edge of the water until she was at the spot where the waves just barely reached and then receded. She loved the feeling of the sand streaming out from under her feet as the waves came in and out.
Chad was standing just a foot away. Even from this distance, she could smell the musky scent of his sweat that had built up all day in the tropical weather. She could almost feel the heat radiating from his big muscular body. She stole a glance at him and noticed his well defined jawline. Chad himself was mindful of the fact that Divya felt an attraction towards him. He was used to it. As an alpha male, he often got blatant attention from women.
All day, Chad been thinking about what he had seen Divya do with Isaac and wondering if he could get a chance to make a move on this Indian siren. Events had unfolded in a way that he had an opening. He had Mayank to thank for that. If Mayank had not gotten drunk and passed out, his lovely new bride wouldn’t be on this beach in such a romantic setting with him. Chad looked back towards their cabins. They were dark and quiet. He looked around him on the beach. There were a few couples here and there, standing around or sitting and making out. There were a couple of members of the resort staff, putting away beach chairs and such.
Chad started walking to his right without saying anything. Divya saw that and started walking after him. She wasn’t sure where he was going. But then he had said that he planned to go for a walk along the beach. They walked in silence for about 15 minutes until they were past the area where the cabins were. Soon it was just the beach and the trees and foliage beyond the beach. Chad had come here the previous day while exploring the beach with Kelly. He knew exactly where he was leading Divya. And why. Divya on the other hand, liked the walk with the cool breeze in the moonlight. She noted that her beloved husband had not taken her on such a walk. He was more interested in the casino.
Chad finally stopped near a spot where there were several big rocks jutting out of the sand. He walked into the water until it was up to his ankles. Divya quietly followed him. A part of her was sounding alarm bells and telling her that she was again putting herself in a situation where she might end up losing control. But part of her was also spellbound by Chad’s physique and personality.
Chad stood in the water for a minute. Then with his foot, he splashed some water playfully at Divya.
“Hehehehe.”
Divya giggled and kicked some water back at him. He kicked and even bigger splash of water in her direction, half soaking her shirt and making her face wet. Divya bent down, put her hands in the water, and scooping up some in her palms, threw it at Chad 4-5 times. He started laughing, bent down and did the same. Divya playfully ran deeper into the water until she was waist high and started splashing water at Chad with both her arms, making a motion like someone playing a big drum.
Chad took big strides towards her with a big smile on his face until he was right next to her. Then he wrapped his big burly arms around her waist, picked her up and dunked her in the water, making her wet from head to toe. Sitting upright, spitting the seawater out of her mouth, she pulled Chad down. He was too strong, but he pretended that her pull worked and dropped into the water next to her. Both of them, soaking wet, sat in the water laughing and giggling like kids who had been playing in the ocean for the first time.
Finally Chad stood up. He offered his big hand to Divya to help her get up. She grabbed it and pulled herself up. As she did so, Chad pulled her into his embrace. Divya’s face lightly thudded against Chad’s taut chest. She felt his arms wrap around her and his palms on her back.
“What are you doing, Chad?” she asked, panicking.
“Shhh…” Chad said and lowered his head to try and kiss her.
Divya looked up and saw the handsome face with its well defined lips headed towards her. Her own lips parted involuntarily. They kissed. But only for about five seconds, before Divya summoned all her willpower and pulled her face away.
“Please Chad. I am married.” she said, as if to remind herself.
“Weren’t you married this morning?” Chad said, a little annoyed. He had been nothing but patient with this woman. She had clearly played along, followed him to this deserted spot, and now she was being coy?
“That was different. I was…” Divya said, her face going red.
“You were what? Horny?”
“No. I was forced by him.” Divya said.
Suddenly it dawned on Chad. Divya was struggling with two competing instincts inside her. He had seen her clearly enjoying the sex with Isaac. And she was clearly attracted to Chad too. But her conscience, her morality, her upbringing were holding her back. It’s as if she was looking for an excuse to justify the behavior.
And Chad had it right. Be it with Mehra or with Isaac, Divya had been forced into situations but ended up liking them. It helped her deal with the guilt, to tell herself that she had no choice. Subconsciously, she was hoping to be backed into a corner, so that she could then enjoy carnal pleasures without feeling like a bad person.
Chad sighed. He understood what he needed to do, although it went against his nature. He would have to pretend to blackmail her to give her a justification.
“Maybe I should tell Mayank what I saw.” he said.
“NOOOO!” Divya yelled. “Please don’t do that. It will destroy my life.”
“Then do as I say.” Chad put his hand on Divya head and pushed her down so she was squatting in front of him.
Divya could see a bulge forming in Chad’s shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and out sprang his dick. Looking at it from so close, Divya was mesmerized. It was long and thick even in a semi-erect state. It looked like one of those monster cocks she had seen in porno movies.
“Open your mouth, you slut.” Chad barked playing the role.
Divya opened her mouth and took the front couple of inches of the dick inside. It started getting even harder. Waves splashed in and out all around the two of them as Divya, squatting on the sand, started sucking Chad’s dick holding on to his thighs for support. Chad kept his hands on her head and enjoyed the surge of pleasure this innocent Indian’s warm mouth was giving him. She was better at this than he had expected.
Chad reached down with his hands and pulled up Divya’s t-shirt. She took his dick out of her mouth long enough for the t-shirt to slip over her head and come off. Chad threw it forcefully towards the beach and it landed on the sand just past the water line. Chad was about to then unhook her bra and get a first hand look at her obviously massive tits. That’s when Divya, probably out of habit from her times with Mehra, unhooked the bra herself. Chad smiled at how quickly she had gone from reluctant to enthusiastic after being given the excuse of blackmail.
Divya’s state of mind wasn’t fully enthusiastic though. She was still feeling guilt and self-loathing at what she was doing. She was topless on an open beach with a strange man. This is not what Indian wives are supposed to do. But the monster cock in her mouth was tasting delightful and the sheer manliness of this man was too hard to resist. Chad threw the bra so it landed on top of the t-shirt. And then he pulled Divya up to get a better look at her boobs.
“Wow, these are so big and firm!” he said, pawing at them with his big strong hands. Divya put her hands on his tight muscular chest and caressed it.
With one hand on her boobs, Chad reached around Divya and slipped his other hand into her shorts. Her butt was so soft and fleshy and yet so big and round. He slipped her shorts and panties down. Divya kicked them away towards the sand. She was now completely naked with this man, and complete putty in his hands.
Divya got back on her haunches, drawn inexplicably to the big thick rod that was now standing perpendicular to Chad’s body, almost 10 inches long and least 3 inches thick. Divya’s mouth was too small to accommodate even half the length, and her lips were completely stretched in wrapping around its girth. But she did the best she could, bobbing her head back and forth, drooling over the dick, and with her fingers, caressing Chad’s huge balls. Her other hand was now wrapped around the base of his long shaft.
Chad stood in the water getting his dick sucked by Divya. He was impressed at her blowjob technique. It wasn’t as good as his experienced wife’s but for a novice, was pretty well up there. After about five minutes of getting his dick sucked by a squatting Divya, he pulled her up by her shoulders.
Divya expected the next step. But was surprised at what it was.
“AAAA! WHAT???” she screamed in surprise as Chad lifted her up by the waist, effortlessly turned her upside down facing him and held her against his body, suspended in mid-air. Soon they were in a standing 69 position.
Divya’s naked thighs were resting on Chad’s wide shoulders. Her ass and pussy were at his mouth. And her mouth was at his dick, with her big tits hanging upside down like big mangoes from a tree.
“OOOOHHHHHH!!” Divya’s body shuddered as Chad’s tongue found her clit and flicked it.
“Keep sucking my dick, you bitch.” Chad commanded. And instantly, Divya complied.
She found that suspended upside down like this, she was able to take more of his big dong inside her mouth. Plus Chad, grabbing her by the waist was moving her body slightly up and down, making the dick invade her throat too. Divya coughed and choked a few times but kept sucking his dick happily. She loved what his tongue was doing. She notice that he was more skilled at oral than Mehra. His tongue moved in different patterns on and around her clit, and he varied the pace and pressure a lot more. Divya had her first orgasm in less than a minute.
Chad held her naked in this 69 position for a good ten minutes. His shorts were still on his hip with just the dick out of the front. Divya was surprised that his dick, although rock hard, was not responding to her mouth at all. at least not by cumming. But then she remembered how long those thunks against the wall had lasted. Chad clearly kept going for a long time. The realization made her feel excited about what was to come next.
After Divya had her second orgasm thanks to Chad’s tongue, he put her down. He then bent down and kissed her. This time, she did not pull away. They both kissed, hugging each other and pawing each other for a good five minutes. Divya felt his big dick rub against her belly. Chad used his hands to fondle Divya’s perfect ass, and with his fingers, invade her cunt. He was delighted to note it was very wet. She would need the lubrication to accommodate his dick.
Finally Chad broke the kiss and started leading a naked Divya towards the rocks by her hand.
“Step carefully.” he said.
The two of them climbed the rocks and Chad eventually took her to a shallow opening facing the ocean but hidden from the beach. He and Kelly had had sex there right before having sex on the beach when Divya saw them. Once he reached his planned destination, he took off his shorts and undies and got fully naked. Divya was already naked. She stared at his perfectly sculpted body under the moonlight. What a specimen of manhood he was!
Divya was excited about what was to happen next, but was also a little terrified.
“I…I don’t know if I can take that.” she said shyly, pointing to his rock hard rod.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go slow.” Chad said.
He made Divya lay down on the cold wet rock. Divya’s back felt strange naked against this new surface. He then got on top of her.
Chad grabbed Divya’s legs and spread them wide apart until her thighs were perpendicular to her body. He noticed how flexible she was. Divya had her hands next to her head and was staring into Chad’s deep blue eyes. He wore a sly grin. He took his right hand and put one finger inside Divya’s cunt. She was sopping wet so it went in easily. He put another finger, then another. And then he felt around and moved them a little making Divya moan.
Chad noted that Divya’s cunt was wet but also tight. She had clearly been a virgin till recently. He would have to proceed gently. Chad had years of experience fucking women with his big tool. Most of them panicked at its size and girth so he had to calm them down and use a specific technique to make sure it wasn’t unpleasant.
He advanced on his knees along Divya’s body until his dick was at her mouth. He felt nice about her big tits pushing against his ass.
“Suck my dick. And suck it sloppily. With a lot of spit.”
Divya obediently raised her head and took the monster in her mouth again. She tried to secrete as much saliva in her mouth as was possible. Soon the front 3 inches of Chad’s big cock were slobbered in Divya’s spit. He then moved back on his knees until they were under Divya’s outstretched thighs.
Chad grabbed his dick, spit on it himself and then placed its tip at the entrance of Divya’s mildly hairy cunt. Even the slight pressure made her pussy lips part and a tiny portion slipped in. He looked into Divya’s big brown eyes and gave her a questioning look. Divya nodded. And Chad pushed.
“OOOOOHHHHH!!” Divya involuntarily put her right hand on Chad’s chest and cried as an inch of the dick entered her..
Past the tip, this dick was by far the thickest that had been inside her. It was at least twice as wide as Mayank and Isaac’s. She felt the opening of her cunt stretch completely to accommodate him. Luckily, she was sopping wet, so it was just uncomfortable, not painful.
Chad took his dick out slowly and pushed it back again, increasing the force fractionally.
“AAAHHHHHHH!! MMMHHHHH!!” Divya moaned loudly as her cunt made more room. Her left hand went to her crotch and held apart her labia as if it would help.
“Do you want me to stop?” Chad courteously asked.
“NO!!” Divya shook her head and emphatically said. She had gotten a taste of this big thick dick and now she wanted the full course.
Encouraged by her horny response, Chad pulled out his dick slowly, spit on it again, and shoved it back in.
“MRRHHHHHHHHXXZZZZZ!!” Divya let out a guttural groan and threw her head back. Her right hand, which was still on Chad’s chest, started stroking it.
Chad noted that on this thrust, Divya’s cunt had gladly accepted almost 4 inches of his cock. He fucked her pussy in and out gently with just those 4 inches for about 20 strokes. Chad was loving how warm and tight this sexy siren’s cunt was. It had been a while since he had fucked a pussy that tight.
Next, Chad decided to advance his soldier a little more. With each thrust, he pushed it a little bit.
“OHHH YESSSS!!” Divya cried.
5 inches.
“RIGHT THERE!!”
6 inches.
“OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD!!” Divya let out a high pitched squeal as her insides opened up even more. She was feeling stretched to capacity.
7 inches.
“FUCK ME!!” Divya uttered an expletive for the first time in her life, hollering it.
8 inches.
Chad was surprised at how much of his thick dong she had managed to take. He had gone slow and carefully, but still, he had not expected her to be this easy to penetrate. On the next stroke, when he tried to push a little more in,
“NO…NO…this…this…this much is good. PLEASE.” Divya begged. Chad nodded.
He put his big strong hands on Divya’s waist and started fucking her in deep slow strokes. Slowly he increased his speed. As he did, Divya’s moans and groans got more desperate and louder.
Chad then bent down and started kissing Divya as he continued to fuck her in ever increasing speeds. Divya put both his hands on his short cropped hair and kissed him back hungrily.
“KEEP GOING!!” Divya broke the kiss and said.
“Oh I will.” Chad smiled and started kissing her again.
After a couple of minutes of kissing her, Chad straightened as the fucking continued. He then reached for Divya’s ankles, brought her legs together, and put them on his shoulders. He leaned forward, making Divya’s body stretch at a 45 degree angle and increased his speed.
“OHHH…” Divya cried out.
That sensation was back. That pleasant torrential surge of pleasure that she had felt for a while when Isaac fucked her. Except this time, it was building up. And it was stronger than ever. It sent bolts into her stomach, all the way up to her heart.
“Whaaaaaaaa’s hapeninggggggggggg?” Divya cried out.
“Something wrong?” Chad was worried and stopped.
“NOOOO! KEEP GOING!!” Divya put her hands on his toned muscular butt and pulled him in. Chad resumed fucking Divya, now so fast that their skins were slapping loudly against each other.
What our innocent young heroine did not realize was that she was on the verge of her first ever vaginal orgasm. And she didn’t even know about the concept. She had cum man times through manipulation of her clit. But with Mayank, it had never lasted long enough nor been powerful enough to bring her to this. With Isaac, it was almost about to happen, but he finished before it.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” Divya screamed, hitting Chad hard on his shoulders with her ankles as the orgasm finally hit her.
Chad was experienced. He knew what was happening. He increased his pace even more.
Divya felt like a nuclear bomb of pleasure had exploded inside her body. She was bucking, heaving, wheezing, screaming, biting her lips. She felt more exhilarated and alive than ever before in her life. It lasted only 20 seconds or so but to Divya, felt like a lifetime.
Finally, Divya’s body returned to normal. Breathing heavily, she said,
“I am sorry. I don’t know what…OHHH!!” she cried as Chad landed another deep stroke.
“What are you sorry about? You came. I treat it as a compliment.” Chad smiled and said. He was still breathing evenly.
“Came?” Divya said softly but Chad didn’t hear.
“Let’s try something else.” Chad took his big dick out of Divya’s cunt.
There was a tiny sucking sound as Divya’s stretched cunt walls closed shut.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Divya cried out, missing the big thick piece of meat.
“Patience, Divya.”
Chad pulled her up to a seating position. Then he laid down on the rock and pulled Divya on top of him.
“Now, my sweet little Kamasutra cunt, you will have to ride me.” Chad said.
Fully naked and with her double D tits swinging, our young supple and gorgeous heroine got on top of her lover for the night. A married man who was on a honeymoon and staying right next door to her and her husband. An imposing white guy that a month ago, she would have felt too shy to even talk to. And yet here she was, squatting naked on top of his humongous dick, trying to adjust the correct angle at which it could enter her hungry cunt.
Her feet planted on either side of Chad’s hips, Divya was on her haunches, her knees completely bent, her full fleshy buttocks swinging sideways in the air as her hand grabbed his upright pole. She lowered her hips. The dick entered her anticipating cunt again. She let the gravity do the rest as she slid down.
“OHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD!!” Divya moaned loudly as her cunt lowered itself onto the big dong. Her pussy walls, wet and waiting, parted eagerly and sent waves of ecstasy through her whole being.
With every passing millisecond, Chad’s dick encroached on her cunt like an invading army. Her ass kept going lower and lower. And then,
“MMMHHHHHHH!!” Divya cried as the dick progressed further than it had, thanks to the force applied by her own weight. Finally, her ass landed on Chad’s thighs. And Divya realized, with a slight sense of accomplishment, that she had taken the entire length of Chad’s roughly 10 inch cock inside her.
“Impressive!!”
Divya, who was still reeling under the impact of the euphoric sensations emanating from her loins combined with the deprave pride in taking it all in, took a few seconds to register who said that. Then her brain finally took note. It wasn’t Chad. The voice came from behind her. And it was a female voice. She turned her head around.
“Oh no!!” Divya said and instantly jumped off Chad’s dick and landed on the hard rock on her ass next to him.
Kelly was standing on a rock next to the one they were on. She was still in her bikini. Her arms were folded under her boobs. And she was in a pose that indicate she was upset.
“It took me weeks until I could take his dick inside completely and you managed it in just one night, you conniving whore!”
Kelly said angrily, slowly stepping on to the rock Chad and Divya had been fucking on.
“You act like you’re all innocent and traditional…”
She approached the naked Divya, bent down, and grabbed her by her hair.
“You wear all these frumpy clothes and act all coy and shy…”
She pulled Divya up till Divya was on her knees, trembling.
“You pretend to be a typical Indian housewife, and now you’re seducing my husband and riding him naked on some beach at night??????”
Divya felt pain in the rots of her hair as Kelly pulled the. Kelly lowered her face until it was right next to Divya’s and hissed,
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
Divya felt her throat go dry. She looked at Chad who was still lying flat on the rock, his magnificent dick still erect.
“Kelly, I am…I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“You didn’t mean to? You just accidentally stripped naked and fell on my husband cunt first?”
“Yes…I mean no… I mean…I didn’t mean to do this…”
“You acted like you were my friend and the whole time you were plotting to sleep with my husband? On our honeymoon?”
“I wasn’t plotting, I swear!” Divya said. She was sweating profusely and her heart was beating hard. She felt very guilty about the fact that she hadn’t even thought about Kelly when going ahead with this.
“Yeah, right! Do you know how much you have damaged our marriage by entrapping my sweet innocent husband????” Kelly yelled.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Divya was taken aback to hear Chad burst out laughing. He propped himself up on his elbows and was laughing heartily, his big dick shaking back and forth like a pendulum as he did so.
There was a sudden change in Kelly’s demeanor. She let Divya’s hair go, smiled, shook her head, and said,
“Chad!! You idiot!”
Except that the voice wasn’t angry anymore. It was playful.
“I’m sorry sweetie. I just couldn’t resist laughing when you described me as sweet and innocent.” Chad said, still giggling.
“You could have tried!” Kelly said and slapped him lightly on his shoulder.
“I know. I’m sorry.” Chad said and pulled his wife into his lap and kissed her.
Divya was still naked and breathless on her knees, her breasts heaving. She was utterly baffled by what was going on.
“Look at her face! So confused!” Kelly giggled. “You sweet little thing.”
She got up from Chad’s lap and threw her arms around Divya. Then she kissed Divya full on the lips, passionately. Divya was too shocked at the turn of events to resist. Kelly kissed her for a good 20 seconds or so, teasing her tongue.
“Kelly…” Divya breathlessly said when the kiss finally broke.
“Oh come on. You still haven’t figured it out?” Kelly said, lightly slapping Divya on the cheek.
“Figured out what?”
“Well, for one. I knew Chad was going to seduce you tonight. And he had my blessings. Which is why I pretended to get super drunk and pass out. My tolerance for alcohol is a lot better than that.”
“What? You knew?” Divya couldn’t believe her ears.
“Yup. In fact Chad told me he wanted to bang you right after we first met you. You were such a sweet shy Indian wife. He thought of you as a challenge.”
“So…you aren’t really married?”
“What the fuck?” Kelly sounded a little upset. “Of course we’re married. We are in love. We are soulmates. Have been since high school.”
“But then…why…”
“Alright, my sweet little naked girl.” Kelly wrapped her arms around Divya and squeezed her boobs. “Let me explain.”
And then Kelly explained the whole thing in detail.
Chad and Kelly had indeed been high school sweethearts. He was the most handsome and popular guy in school, the varsity quarterback. She was the most beautiful and popular girl in school, the head cheerleader. Their hooking up was so predictable, it was an all-American cliche. They hooked up, started dating, had sex, and it was all good. Then they went to different colleges.
Reality set in. They still loved each other. But they were both such good looking people. They got a lot of attention from other people. There were a lot of temptation. And they both had huge libidos. A lot of things changed. But one thing that stayed the same was their love for each other and their honesty. Kelly told Chad she was being wooed by a guy she found attractive. Chad told her he too had been at the receiving end of a lot of attention. They both decided that emotionally, they would always be exclusive to each other. But physically, they would experiment. Basically, they started an open relationship.
And that’s how it had been since. Kelly slept with a lot of guys. And girls too, because she was bisexual. Chad bedded over a hundred women. In college and later when he joined the marines. They experimented a lot together, with threesomes, foursomes, and orgies. They even helped each other land new sexual mates. And throughout, were completely honest with each other and emotionally exclusive.
Neither of them really thought of marriage as some special sacred thing. They had each other and that’s all that mattered. But being legally married would make military related formalities easier. After all, Chad was in the marines and was serving on the battlefield. If he died in combat, it would be easier for Kelly to deal with the aftermath as a legal wife than just a girlfriend. So they got married. Just on a whim, decided to come here for a honeymoon.
When Chad saw Divya, he was completely taken by her. As soon as they entered their cabin that day, he said to Kelly, I want to fuck that spicy Indian chick.
Kelly said, me too. She loved having sex with both men and women. Someone pretty and unattainable like an Indian housewife would be a challenge. Both Chad and Kelly swapped fantasies about how it would be to get Divya into bed. But they were realistic. She was an Indian housewife, probably traditional and timid, completely under her husband’s thumb. The chances that she would be up for some experimentation, especially on her honeymoon, were slim. So Chad and Kelly just talked about Divya a little and let it go.
Then came the night when Divya saw them having sex on the beach. Chad and Kelly, both of whom had really high sex drives, had spent the evening and night banging each other in different places. They ended it having sex on the beach close to the cabin. As they were having sex, Kelly noticed some movement on the porch of the cabin next door to theirs. She asked Chad to see. Chad, after spending so many years in the dark desolate lands of Afghanistan, had a finely tuned night vision. He could make out a female form slumped into a lawn chair. He guessed it was Divya watching them.
As they kept having sex, they realized that whoever was watching them was continuing to watch. Kelly was the first to say that why was this woman on her honeymoon alone on a porch. Why wasn’t her husband with her? Chad said maybe he was asleep. And expressed surprise that even on his honeymoon, a man would sleep rather than ravish such an exquisite female.
When they finished having sex, Kelly had a wicked idea. They should go back to the cabin naked, thus giving Divya a nice glimpse at their bodies, especially Chad’s huge dick. At that stage, it was meant just as a naughty thing to do than an serious attempt to seduce Divya. So they jogged back naked. Kelly was careful to avoid looking at Divya and giving away the fact that they knew she was watching. Chad though couldn’t resist, and looked at her.
Even the next day when they were together initially, they had no plans for Divya. When they met Mayank they invited him on the snorkeling trip just to be friendly, not with an ulterior motive. But then on the snorkeling trip, when Chad saw how easily the Jamaican captain was able to bang Divya, wheels were set in motion in his head. He told Kelly about it who found it really funny that the demure Indian housewife had gotten fucked by a random boat captain while her husband snorkeled. So she wasn’t as chaste as they had first thought.
So Kelly and Chad made a bet. Whichever of them first seduced Divya won the bet. Kelly tried it in the clothing store changing room and failed. Now, Chad had made an attempt, telling Kelly his plan, and he had succeeded.
“Basically, we love that you’re slutty and horny just like us.” Kelly said, finishing the story and kissing Divya deep on the mouth again.
Divya was a little offended that they had made her the object of a sexual game. But at the same time, she also felt flattered that both of them felt attracted enough to her to do all this.
“So what now?” Divya asked.
“Now, you get back on the horse. Or horse cock.” Kelly said and pushed her towards Chad whose dick was still standing at attention.
“But you…”
“I’ll be involved too. Don’t you worry.” Kelly laughed and started taking off her bikini.
Divya considered just going back to the cabin. But one look at Chad’s dick and she found herself drawn back to it. She put her knees on either side of him and lowered her cunt onto the big dick.
“It really is impressive.” Kelly said, getting between Chad’s legs behind Divya and fondling her ass. “How easily you have taken it all in.”
Once she was on top, Divya just sat there straddling the big soldier relishing the sensation of his dick plugging her cunt. She wasn’t really an expert in the woman on top position, so she didn’t know what exactly she was supposed to do. Kelly realized that Divya was a little tentative.
“Move your ass, slut.” Kelly spanked Divya’s butt hard. The spanking sound reverberated in the open night air.
Divya obediently started moving her but back and forth the way she remembered seeing in porn movies, sliding along Chad’s crotch and thighs. And as she did that, Chad’s cock inside her moved too, first poking the front of her cunt walls, then the back, then the front again, and so on.
“MMMMMMMMMM!!” Divya moaned at this new sensation. She put her hands on Chad’s muscular chest and started rocking her hips faster.
“You’re a natural, Divya.” Kelly said and got on her knees behind Divya.
Kelly then started licking Divya’s ass. First she licked her ass cheek. Then she stuck her tongue in Divya’s butt crack and moved it all the way down until it passed over her asshole and then reached where her husband’s dick was inside this Indian woman’s cunt. There, she licked Chad’s balls and the outside lips of Divya’s cunt which were fully stretched as the fucking continued.
“Oh god!” Divya shuddered at this tongue play. She had never imagined that she would get such pleasure from a woman’s tongue.
After a couple of minutes, Chad lifted Divya by the waist so his dick slipped out. Divya thought he was going to change positions. Instead he dropped her butt back on his crotch and his dick was now behind her ass. That’s when Kelly took it in her mouth and sucked it for a few seconds. Divya sat naked on top of Chad’s body, feeling Kelly suck the dick behind her, and almost wanting to demand that it be out back in her cunt. She kept glancing back every few seconds to see if Kelly was done.
“Hehe, look at how hungry this bitch is. She can’t wait to get your sausage back in her clam.” Kelly said. “Okay sweetie, here you go.”
Kelly held out the dick. Divya raised her ass and lowered her cunt onto it again. And she resumed fucking Chad in the back and forth motion.
“Try sideways too.” Kelly put her hands on Divya’s think curvy waist and guided her. “Sideways, front and back, and circular. Try them all.”
“OHHHH!! YESSSSS!!” Divya cried out in pleasure as Kelly’s advice took effect.
Kelly kept her hands on Divya’s waist watching how this Indian nymph’s bubble butt jiggled and rocked as it moved all over her husband’s crotch. Kelly had a thing for women’s butts. She got back to licking and kissing it as the fucking continued. Then she slowly took the index finger of her left hand and placed it against Divya’s asshole. Divya thought it was just part of the fondling and caressing. But then Divya almost jumped when Kelly pushed the finger into her ass.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Divya asked, a little shocked.
Kelly noticed that although Divya was protesting, her hips kept moving on their own.
“Just a little butt play. Trust me, it enhances the pleasure.” Kelly said and inserted more of her manicured finger in.
“”OOOOOOOOO!!” Divya shuddered as she felt another orgasm approaching. Kelly putting her finger up Divya’s butt might have had something to do with it.
Chad realized that Divya was about to cum again. He grabbed her waist and in addition to her own motion, started pumping his dick upward and deeper into her cunt. This sent Divya absolutely over the edge.
“OHHH GODDDD!! OH YESSSSSS!! RIGHT THERE!! AMMMMMMAZINGGGGGG!!”
Divya quaked through a huge orgasm with Kelly’s finger halfway up her butt. Kelly and Chad watched in amusement how wild this Indian chick really was. Her tits thumped against her skin as they swayed up and down all through her orgasm.
When Divya got done cumming, she suddenly felt exhausted. But Chad was continuing to ram her cunt from below. She just slumped on Chad’s chest.
Kelly took her finger out of Divya’s ass. She got up and stood above her husband’s face. Then facing Divya she lowered herself on her knees until her pussy was right above Chad’s lips. Chad, true to habit, started licking her clit.
Kelly then pulled Divya’s flopping torso u, bent forward and started kissing her. Divya, now tired but also turned on, finally started seeing the pleasure in kissing another woman. She kissed back passionately, moving her hands to Kelly’s firm boobs.
And those three perfect torsos formed a nice triangle of multi-tasking. Divya and Kelly kissing each other with their tongues, and squeezing each other’s boobs. Chad’s tongue working his wife’s clit, and his dick ramming the sweet tight cunt of this exquisite Indian beauty.
The triangle of pleasure held shape for about ten minutes as Chad’s skilled tongue gave his wife two orgasms.Kelly noticed that Divya had gone from being reluctant and tentative while kissing her to absolutely aggressive. She was biting Kelly’s lips, probing her mouth with her tongue, and assaulting her boobs.
After Kelly’s had her third orgasm, Chad pushed her butt away gently. Kelly got up and moved away. Divya was left breathless now that her kissing partner was gone. Chad then slid Divya’s greedy cunt off his dick and moved her to the side too. Divya let out a moan of disappointment. She felt as if she’d be happy to have that rod inside her till eternity.
“It’s okay.” Chad kissed Divya and said. “Just changing positions.”
Chad then had the two ladies get on all fours next to each other on the rock, Divya on the left, Kelly on the right. He examined the two asses and admired how perfect they were in their own was. Kelly’s was tight and muscular. As she bent over, her cheeks parted automatically giving a glimpse of her pussy and asshole. It was a sight that still turned him on after all these years.
Divya’s ass was round, full, very fleshy. Her pussy had hair while Kelly’s was clean shaven. Her cunt lips pulsated as she waited on all fours. He then smiled when Divya herself turned her head and started kissing Kelly again. Kelly kissed back. And the two ladies were back to slobbering in each others mouths. And moaning and whimpering.
Chad thanked his stars. He was so lucky to have these two gorgeous women, even one of whom any man would kill for, all for himself. These two whimpering beauties were on their hands and knees, naked, with their asses stuck up in the air, waiting only for his dick. And one of them was a traditional shy Indian wife on her honeymoon. Chad looked up at the sky, said a silent thank you to god, and then got back to the deed at hand.
He stood on his knees right behind them. Then he put three fingers of his right hand into Kelly’s cunt and then three fingers of his left hand into Divya’s cunt. And he started finger fucking them hard and fast. Both women stopped kissing each other, threw their heads up and started hollering with pleasure, almost like bitches in heat. Divya could not believe how talented Chad was with his fingers despite having a dick that could do the job more than well.
Chad then inserted each of his thumbs into their assholes and finger fucking them even faster, rubbing their g-spots.Their bodies shook and quivered and their mouths kept hollering. This turned Chad on even more.
He put his thumbs in deeper into their asses. And then Divya was shocked when she felt her lower body being lifted off the floor. Grabbing to the two pieces of asses like bowling balls, Chad lifted them both as he continued his finger assault. Kelly was used to this but for Divya it was an utterly new experience. Both women just had their hands on the floor and Chad stood up, holding their cunts and asses so that their bodies were in a tilted wheelbarrow like position.
Divya and Kelly screeched their way to a couple of orgasms, squirting all over Chad’s hands. Divya had never experienced squirting before so was taken aback at what her body did. But she was in too much ecstasy to dwell on it too much.
Chad finally lowered their bodies gently to the ground. This brute of a soldier had been effortlessly holding up those weights for over ten minutes. When he dropped them to the floor, Kelly and Divya were in no state to stay on all fours. They both just collapsed on the floor in each others arms. Chad observed his handiwork, reducing two beautiful women to delirious jellies out under the open sky. And he still wasn’t through with them.
Chad got down on the floor next to the two quivering ladies. He made them lie down next to each other on their backs until their hips were touching. Then he picked up Kelly’s left leg and Divya’s right leg, held them together and lifted them up straight. This made their bodies tilt slightly as parts of their asses touched each other. And their cunts were just inches away from each other.
Then holding on to those legs together, Chad first fucked Kelly’s cunt for about 20 strokes. Then Divya’s. Both ladies took turns moaning in pleasure as they were serviced by the huge dong. Their asses slapped against each other with every stroke. Divya was so randy by now that every time Chad took his dick out of her to put it in Kelly, she felt like crying out. She did not know that euphoria like this was even possible and she didn’t want to share it, even with the guy’s own wife.
After fifteen minutes of this fucking, Kelly hoarsely said,
“Just finish already, Chad. My leg’s starting to cramp.”
“As you say.” Chad said.
His next few strokes were meaningfully rapid. And then he took out his dick, held it in his hand, and it started spurting. Actually spraying is a better word for it. The amount of cum that came out of Chad’s dick was unbelievable. Aiming carefully, he spread it evenly over Divya’s and Kelly’s face and tits.
He then let go of their legs. And the two ladies again slumped on the rock, exhausted.
In five minutes, Kelly had gotten her breath back. She sat up, kissed Divya deeply, licking some of Chad’s cum off her lips.
“You were amazing!” Kelly said.
Divya was so exhausted, she couldn’t even move. She just lay there naked, her legs open, and her pussy red and swollen with the greatest assault it had ever received. With half closed eyes, she stared at the stars in the night sky.
Chad had slipped his shorts back on. He sat on a rock admiring Divya’s big tits and engorged nipples. He felt a sense of accomplishment in the fact that it was his cum sprayed all over this demure Indian lady’s face and tits. He had fucked many women over the years, but he couldn’t think of anyone who could match up to Divya in terms of physical and carnal perfection. He hoped he’d be able to bang her again soon.
Kelly climbed off the rocks and went into the ocean to wash herself up. She returned and put on her bikini. And she sat on her husband’s lap.
“Ready to go back, Divya?” Kelly asked.”It’ll be dawn soon.”
Divya finally felt normal enough to nod. She pulled herself back up. Every inch of her being ached with exhaustion. But there was also the residue of pleasure. She got on her weak knees and with the support of the rocks, climbed down. Both Chad and Kelly following her admired the view of her pussy and asshole as her ass cheeks parted. Divya splashed water on herself, cleaned up Chad’s cum.
Divya was finally feeling her pulse return to normal. Her thought process was also coming back to normal. And on came the rush of guilt. What had she turned into? She had now cheated on her husband with two different men within twenty four hours. And if you counted Kelly, that was another person. This was in addition to Mehra who had had his way with her back in India. What had been unleashed inside her? Why had she turned into a characterless slut.
She thought of all this as she cleaned herself up. She felt her pussy which was sore. He thighs were tired. Her back, knees and hands were scMolestationd with being rubbed against the rock. Surely Mayank would notice all this. What if he was already awake? What would she tell him?
Just as she was thinking all this, a different question arose in her mind. She looked around panicking.
“Where are my clothes?” she said.
Chad and Kelly looked around. They were nowhere to be seen.
“Shit, the tide! It must have washed them out.” Chad said.
He was right. Divya noticed that the water was at least 30 feet more inland than it had been when Chad stripped her naked.
“What am I going to do?”
“What can you do?” Kelly shrugged, but internally, chuckled at the thought that this shy slut who wore only loose frumpy clothes, would have to walk back all the way naked.
A few minutes back, the three of them started making the trek back. Divya was in the middle, utterly and completely naked. She felt ashamed at the ignominy of the situation. She prayed to god that they shouldn’t run into anyone on the way back. It was well past 4 AM.
But god didn’t listen. Five minutes later, they passed a couple of guys from the resort staff who were walking to work. Divya blushed, looked down, put one hand on her pussy and the other on her tits and kept walking.
It wasn’t uncommon for couples to walk around naked in that private resort. It was allowed and many adventurous couples experimented with nudity on the beaches. So it wasn’t Divya’s being naked that surprised them. But the fact that it was Divya. They had seen this shy Indian wife in the resort in loose clothing. To see her walk naked and looking obviously well-fucked was surprising. They guessed that the big American soldier and his wife had just had a beach threesome with this vixen.
A few minutes later, they passed the Japanese couple who had been on the snorkeling boat. They were also surprised to see Divya absolutely naked. Divya was seen by a dozen or so more guests and resort staff. No one said anything to her. Most of them chuckled and especially the men felt lucky to get a glimpse of her perfect naked form.
After what seemed like an eternity, the three of them came to the cabins. Divya peeked inside the window and was relieved to see that Mayank was still fast asleep. She was about to run in and get dressed when Kelly stopped her. She kissed the naked Divya passionately for a couple of minutes. Then Chad took his turns. As he hugged her, he felt his dick coming back to life. Suggestively, he put Divya’s hand on the bulge in his crotch.
“Please Chad, not now. Mayank could wake up any minute.”
“Okay.” Chad turned Divya around, slapped her on the bum, and said, “go take care of your husband.”
Divya walked into the cabin. The door squeaked a little as she closed it. The sound made Mayank stir a little. Terrified, Divya sprinted to the bathroom. She took a long shower, cleaning the washable remains of her romp on the beach. She looked at herself in the mirror. ScMolestations on her back, knees and palms. And a couple of hickies on her big jugs. She would have to be careful hiding these signs using some excuse. Then wearing a full length bathrobe, she came out hoping Mayank hadn’t woken up. He hadn’t.
She immediately put on salwar kameez, and got in bed next to her husband. Chad and Kelly had kept her up all night. She was feeling tired and sleepy. Just as she was about to drift into sleep, the thunking sounds from next door started again.
“Oh god! They are at it again? How much stamina does Chad have?” Divya thought to herself.
Soon she fell asleep.
Divya woke up at around noon, her whole body sore from being Chad and Kelly’s fucktoy. Mayank was already up and was checking his email on his laptop.
“Good morning.” he said looking very upset. “I have some bad news.”
Panic filled Divya’s entire being. He had found out. He was going to leave her.
“We are going to have to cut our trip short.”
Oh god, he had definitely found out.
“There’s a really important deal that is the risk of falling through. I have to go and help my dad with it.”
Phew! She had feared the worst.
As she packed their bags, Divya told herself that this was probably a good thing. It had started off as a nice honeymoon but had just taken a drastic turn. She had been fucked silly by strangers in the previous 24 hours. And had been seen strolling naked by a dozen more people. Who knew what else would happen if she stuck around a few more days. It would completely destroy her already damaged marriage. It was best to just forget this trip as a big mistake and start her married life with a new chapter.
The long flight back to Dallas gave Divya some much needed time to think and sort out her priorities. She promised herself to not continue the behavior that she had indulged in. She would be the dutiful daughter-in-law, ideal wife, and forget whatever happened like a bad dream. She knew that Mehra still had a hold over her, but she thought if he was the only problem, she could deal with it.
Divya was welcomed into her new home with a lot of pomp and splendor. Her in-laws lived in a quasi-joint family type setting. All family members had apartments in the same building. Now that Mayank was married, he was given his own apartment a floor above his parents. A couple of his uncles also lived in the same building as did some of his cousins. His two sisters lived in California but had their own apartments in the building.
Mayank had to help his father with the deal so that kept him busy for the next few days. He first had to fly to Seattle and spend a week there. Since he would be really busy, he decided not to take Divya with him. So Divya spent the time with her mother-in-law being shown the areas around Dallas and generally figuring out how things worked.
Divya liked America. She loved the wide smooth roads, the infrastructure and the generally friendly and helpful people. She also liked that her in-laws, while traditional, were not as controlling as her parents were. She was expected to help out with chores around the house and spend time with family, but was pretty much left alone to do what she wanted at other times.
Divya could not drive. So the job of driving her around had been given to Jose, a middle aged Mexican man who worked as a driver in the family business. Usually his job was ferrying clients and executives, but if Divya needed to go somewhere, all she had to do was call Jose.
Jose was a short portly man in his 40s and had been working for the family for almost ten years. He had seen Mayank grow up, so was very surprised that geeky Mayank landed such a beautiful wife. He put it down to the arranged marriage custom. When he first saw Divya, he was surprised. Mainly because he noticed how big her boobs were and how round her ass was even through her sari. He thought her voluptuous physique matched more with latinas than Indians.
When he was given the duty of driving her around, he was happy. He would get to see her pretty face in the rear view mirror and that made his tough job easier. Divya on her part noticed that Jose, who was very friendly and chatty, often checked her out. But she didn’t think too much about it. Since returning from the Caribbean, she had been keeping her own promise and had led a straight housewife’s life. Isaac and Chad and Kelly had turned into distant memories.
Once Divya had to go the Indian grocery store to get some spices needed to make one of her mother’s special recipes. She called Jose who came over in 20 minutes. As they drove to the grocery store, Divya said,
“I am sorry I have to keep bothering you, Jose.”
“It’s no bother, mam.” Jose said, looking in the rear view mirror and smiling.
“That’s nice of you to say, but your job is to help out with the business not take care of my personal needs.”
Divya meant her personal driving needs of course, But Jose could not resist a double meaning reply.
“I will be happy to satisfy any of your personal needs, mam.” And then he gave her a wide grin.
Divya suddenly realized the implication and blushed. They drove in an awkward silence for a couple of minutes.
“I have no problem driving you around. But if you want, you can learn driving and so you’ll be independent.” Jose finally said.
It’s something Divya had been thinking about herself and had even talked to Mayank about. He agreed that it was important for a woman to know how to drive when living in Texas. He promised to teach her when he got a little free from work.
“Yes, Mayank is going to teach me. He’s just a little busy these days.” she said.
“If you want, I can teach you.” Jose said, excited at the opportunity to get to spend some more time with this beautiful woman, especially with her in the front seat with him instead of the back seat as usual.
“Oh, I don’t want to trouble you further.” Divya said.
“It’s no trouble.”
“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
They finally reached the grocery store. Jose parked the car and walked in with Divya. He was a very chatty guy. As Divya walked around with a cart in her hand, Jose kept talking about how Indian food was similar to Mexican food.
“…we use tomato, onion, garlic, chilies, beans, rice, and lots of spices. And our tortilla is like your roti. That’s why Mexicans and Indians have similar skin color.”
“Yes, I noticed that after coming here. We don’t have any Mexicans in India.” Divya said.
“If you want, I can show you all about what Mexicans are like.” Jose said, again very meaningfully.
Divya shifted uncomfortably and walked ahead. Jose kicked himself mentally. The thing is, all these years, Jose had never even looked wrong at any of the women from the Indian family. He thought of them as a nice kind group of people that had rewarded his loyalty for years. With Divya, he had no idea why he kept saying such things. He was really taken in by her beauty. He couldn’t control himself. But he should, he told himself. He should not be inappropriate with the family’s new daughter in law.
Divya herself was feeling very strange. She had always dismissed Jose’s glances and attention as either typical American friendliness or then just the male tendency to check out women. But recently, he had been saying many suggestive things. What was worse was that Divya felt a part of her actually appreciating his flirtations. She had recently gotten used to male attention in a big way. But after the honeymoon ended, Mayank had left her and gone to Seattle. That was a week ago. She had not had sex since that long night spent with Chad and Kelly. She had even avoided masturbation out of guilt. And as a result, her sexual appetite was getting built up and ticking like a time bomb.
Jose followed Divya a couple of steps behind as she filled up the cart. Then she stopped in front of one shelf and looked around. She kept searching for a while.
“What are you looking for, mam?” Jose asked.
“This thing called ajwain.” Divya said, scanning the shelf.
“How is it spelled?”
“A-j-w-a-i-n.”
“Oh, there it is, mam!” Jose spotted it. It was at chest level just a little past where Divya was standing. He reached over with his hand. As he did, his arm brushed against her breast.
Jose froze, terrified, his arm still touching her ample breast over her sari and blouse. He had just admonished himself to stop flirting with the young woman and risk his job. It had been a genuine accident, rubbing her breast, not something done on purpose. Divya’s breasts were so large that they did tend to get in the way.
Divya froze instantly because she felt the touch and even worse, felt an explosion of goosebumps all over her body. After being fucked like a garden variety whore on that trip by three men and one woman, Divya had been deprived of any sort of touch. Now even a touch from this short middle-aged ugly man was making her heart race.
Jose recovered his senses enough to pull his hand away. He handed the packet of ajwain to Divya, who took it and placed it in the cart. That’s when Jose noticed that Divya had goosebumps on her arm. Her face was flushed, and she was staring downwards. He realized that Divya’s body had actually enjoyed his touch. This set the devilish part of his mind ticking.
“Ok, I’m done.” Divya finally said when she was able to speak.
Jose nodded and followed her to the cash register. The store owner, a Mr. Patel exchanged pleasantries with Divya.
“Found everything you needed, beta?” he asked. She had come in with her mother-in-law last time. He knew the family well as they often shopped at the store.
“Yes, uncle.” Divya replied.
“How is everyone at home?”
“Good.” she replied, looking down at her feet.
“Give my namaste to your mother-in-law.”
“Okay.”
As Divya walked out with Jose behind her carrying the bags of groceries, Patel sensed something was off. There was an awkward tension between Divya and Jose. He wondered why. So he went to his store’s cctv camera feed. There were cameras covering every inch of the store to guard against shoplifting. As he followed Divya on the video feed, he finally came to the spot where Jose touched her breast. He zoomed in on her face and saw that the young hot woman actually seemed a little aroused. Patel chuckled, and decided to keep this in mind for future reference.
Out in the parking lot, Jose placed the bags in the trunk and got back in the driver’s seat. Divya sat in the back seat and played with her phone to avoid any eye contact or conversation with Jose. Just then her phone beeped and she got a text message.
– we just had sex thinking about your lovely ass
It was from Kelly. Divya immediately deleted the message. Jose noticed the look of panic on Divya’s face in the rear view mirror.
“Was that Mr. Mayank?” he asked casually.
“No. I mean yes.” Divya responded. “Yes, it was Mayank.”
Jose knew it was a lie. What Divya didn’t know was that Mayank was already on a flight on the way back to Dallas. He didn’t tell her because he wanted to surprise her. Jose had been given his flight itinerary and told to pick him up at the airport in a couple of hours. He had also been warned not to mention it to Divya and spoil the surprise.
If Mayank was in an airplane between Seattle and Dallas-Fort Worth, how could he have texted her? The wheels in Jose’s mind started spinning again. The text had clearly come from someone else. The panicked expression on Divya’s expressive face gave away the fact that its contents were something uncomfortable. So this chaste looking young wife from India probably had some sort of a secret. Maybe he could use it to his advantage.
Jose finally brought Divya home. All the while, he had been stealing glances at her in his rear view mirror. Observing how her massive breasts jiggled even under the thick covering of a sari and a blouse whenever the car turned or went over a slight bump. The very breasts he had just accidentally touched. He tried to imagine how they must look. Would she have pink nipples or brown. Would the breasts sag or be firm given how young she was, just under 22. How would her latina-esque ass look. As Jose fantasized about seeing his employer’s daughter-in-law naked, he had a tough time focusing on the road. But he reached back safely nevertheless.
At home, Jose carried the grocery bags in. He deposited them in Divya’s in-laws home where the family’s main kitchen was. Divya sat down on the couch trying to appear normal and not make eye-contact with Jose.
“Did you get everything?” her mother-in-law asked. “The ajwain?”
“We definitely got the ajwain.” Jose said. “I know because I found it.”
The mention of the ajwain made Divya blush again as she remembered how his arm had brushed her breast. Her mother-in-law was checking the grocery bags so she didn’t notice the blushing. But Jose did.
“Mam, I was just thinking.” Jose said after he put the bags in the kitchen and came out. “Divya mam said she would like to learn driving. If you want, I can teach her. There is enough free time at the office driving pool anyway.”
Divya looked up, horrified at the idea that she would have to spend more time with this lecherous old man. But she was sure her mother-in-law would shoot it down. After all, what kind of a traditional Indian matron would let her young attractive daughter-in-law be in the company of a different man, that too a servant class guy, for that long?
What Divya didn’t realize was that the family trusted Jose implicitly. And why shouldn’t they? He had been honest and reliable for a decade. He had never made any kind of a pass or thrown a wrong glance at any of the females in the house. As far as they thought, he was a nice middle aged man with a wife and kids of his own. Plus living for so long in America, a more egalitarian society than India, had made the family think of servants as more equal to them as persons, just working for them. Divya’s mother-in-law didn’t even think of the sinful possibilities of such an arrangement.
“That’s a good idea.” she said. “Mayank was planning to teach her but I know he will be very busy for the next few days.”
“It’s okay, maaji.” Divya finally found her voice. “I can wait for Mayank to be free.”
“Why? Jose here says he has a lot of free time at work anyway. And as you have seen, he is an excellent driver.” Maaji said.
“I don’t want to trouble him.” Divya tried another tack.
“No trouble at all, mam.” Jose said innocently.
“It’s settled then. Starting tomorrow, whenever you have a couple of hours free, come here and teach Divya how to drive.”
Jose walked out feeling triumphant. The plan he had thought of on the drive back as he stared at Divya’s jiggling breasts had worked. He went back to the car and started driving to the airport to pick up Mayank, the lucky son of a bitch who actually got to ravage that ethereal beauty whenever he wanted.
Mayank didn’t get to the ravaging right away though. He was tired after a long flight. He came home to surprise Divya who was happy at his display of spontaneity and was hoping to get laid soon. But after kissing her and making out for a bit, Mayank decided to take a nap.
Then later that night, Mayank did have sex with Divya but because he was tired, he lasted even shorter than usual. For Divya, the bar was raised higher by her night with Chad and Kelly. She felt particularly disappointed, as if she had gotten naked for nothing. As she lay on the bed, naked, next to her snoring husband, she thought of the message she had received earlier.
She made sure Mayank was asleep and then reached for her phone. She put it on silent, and sent a message to Kelly.
– sorry couldn’t respond sooner. was busy.
Kelly’s reply flashed back in a couple of minutes.
– no problem, sweetie. how’s that pussy feeling?
Divya blushed at the direct and explicit messages she was getting. It took her a couple of minutes to work up the courage to reply.
– lonely. hubby was away.
Kelly’s response came.
-come over to oklahoma. see what’s waiting for you.
And then came a picture of Chad’s huge dick. It was semi-erect but still looked menacing.
Divya looked at Mayank to make sure he was sleeping. Then, staring at the dick she masturbated herself to a couple of orgasms. Then she deleted the messages and went to bed.
The next day, Mayank had gone to work even before Divya had woken up. He left her a message saying he had an early meeting and would be back late. But if he got time in the middle, he’d be back for lunch.
Divya got ready, and went to her in-laws’ apartment to help with cooking and other chores. She was chopping potatoes when the doorbell rang. It was Jose.
“I have a couple of hours free before my next pick-up.” he said.
“Oh good, okay Divya, go with him. Get a learner’s permit taken and then practice well. Pay special attention to parallel parking.” her maaaji said.
Divya was not thrilled at the idea of spending time with this lecher but there was no way out. She hoped he would keep his hands to himself. She gathered the necessary paperwork and went with Jose. She was suppose to read a fairly simple driver’s manual.
Divya sat in the back reading the manual. It was mostly common sense stuff. But she could sense that Jose was staring at her in the rear view mirror. Jose was thinking to himself, sit in the back all you want right now. Once the permit is done, you will have to sit in the front to learn driving.
Jose drove Divya to the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV). He accompanied her inside and helped her fill out the forms. All the while, he stood or sat too close to her. He didn’t touch her or anything. Divya, who was actually expecting him to make some shady move, was surprised. But her dark side was also a little disappointed. After the very perfunctory sexual session with Mayank, her appetite was whetted even more.
Divya filled out the forms and submitted them to the lady behind the counter. She stamped the forms and told Divya to go to one of the cubicles next to the counter for the test.
“Ma’am.” the lady said. “You cannot have your phone with you.”
“Oh okay.” Divya said. She put her phone in her purse and left it in the seating area with Jose.
Jose sat there waiting for Divya to finish the test. Then suddenly, he remembered the text message she had gotten the previous day that she had lied about. Maybe it was still there. He reached into her purse and fished out the phone.
Jose fished out the phone. He was delighted to see that this innocent young woman hadn’t set a screen lock password. He just swiped the phone open. He checked her messages folder.
But was disappointed that there were no incriminating messages. Just a couple of things here and there from her family members. And there was no message corresponding to the time from the previous day. She must’ve deleted them, he thought.
And then he thought of the trash folder. Maybe she had deleted the messages, but had she emptied the trash folder? He navigated to the trash folder and saw that it actually had almost a dozen messages.
“Jackpot!!” Jose muttered to himself as he opened the most recent message. A white guy’s big dick. He read the other messages. And soon he knew enough to hold it over his target’s head.
Quickly, he fished out his own phone and took pictures of all the dirty messages. He also noted down Kelly’s number. Then he put the phone back in her purse and waited for Divya.
Divya came out smiling. She had aced the test, not getting a single question wrong. Now all that remained was to collect the learner’s permit and learn how to drive. In her own happiness, she did not notice how happy Jose also looked or that her purse had moved a little. Jose was barely able to control his desire to jump at this hot young item right then and there. He decided to be patient.
“Where are we going?” Divya asked a few minutes after she got back in the car. Jose was taking her in a different direction than usual.
“Some outer suburbs where the roads are mostly empty. So you can learn driving.” Jose said.
“Okay.” Divya said, not thinking much of it.
They finally reached an area where the roads were indeed quite empty. Jose got out of the car, got in the passenger’s seat. Divya moved into the driver’s seat. She was wearing a green patterned sari, a modest matching blouse. Even so fully covered, she looked incredibly hot. Jose stared at her boobs which, contained in her blouse, were peeking through the sari fabric.
Divya was annoyed that Jose had now gone on to just shamelessly staring at her boobs. She gave him an angry look but he ignored it.
“What do I do?” she finally said testily.
“Oh yes.” Jose looked up into her big brown eyes. “On the right is the accelerator, on the left is the brake.”
“Where is the clutch?” Divya asked, feeling around with her feet.
“There is no clutch. This is an automatic car. Most American cars are automatic.”
“Oh, so no gear change?”
“Nope. Now first, put your hands on the steering wheel in a 10-and-2 position.” Jose leaned over and put his hands over Divya’s hands that were already on the steering wheel.
With a gentle caressing motion, he moved her hands into the correct position. Divya’s body reacted with goosebumps again. What was wrong with her, she admonished herself. Why was this ugly old guy’s touch making her feel this way? Was it because he reminded her of Mehra? Regardless, she decided to exert some control.
“Okay, I got it!” Divya moved his hands away.
Jose had noticed the goosebumps again. He started realizing that this young hottie was a highly sexual being. Maybe her husband didn’t bang her enough, being so busy with work. Jose decided to try another tactic.
“Mam, you have not worn your seat belt!” he said.
“Oh, I will…” Divya said and reached for the seat belt.
But Jose had gotten up from his seat, leaned over, grabbed the seat belt buckle from over her left shoulder and pulled it slowly but firmly across Divya’s torso. His hands touched both her breasts as he did so, and his thumb knuckle coincidentally brushed against her right nipple.
Divya’s breathing quickened. She was sure that Jose had done this on purpose. But every movement of his had a legitimate excuse, so she couldn’t yell at him without making a scene. So just glared at him for a few seconds. Jose however, was unaffected by all this.
Jose continued to tell Divya the basics of driving. The park and the drive settings, the wipers, the horn etc. Throughout this time, he kept touching and stroking Divya’s arms or face. He always did it in a way that seemed natural or accidental. But these constant touches and strokes were starting to get to Divya. She hadn’t been fucked properly since the Caribbean. And Jose, even though he was short and portly, seemed to be experienced. He reminded her more and more of her first lover, Mehra.
“Okay, let’s try a small stretch.” Jose said. “Foot on the break. Put the car in Drive. Now slowly…”
The car bucked and jumped.
“Brake! Brake!” he yelled.
“Sorry.” Divya said shamefacedly. “I couldn’t move my leg properly.”
“It’s because of the sari.” Jose said.
“What?”
“The sari is restricting your leg movements.”
“But maaji can drive. So do other women with saris.”
“Yes, but they know how to drive by now. For you, since you are learning, something like pants would work better. Or maybe a skirt.”
Jose had started giving this suggestion as a practical matter. but then suddenly his mind was flooded with possibilities of Divya in different skimpy clothes.
“I’ll wear pants tomorrow.” Divya said. “We can go home for now.”
She had observed that women in the family, having lived in America for so long, were more practical than her parents’ family back home. Women didn’t always exclusively wear saris or salwar kameez. Often, women in Mayank’s family, including his mother, wore trousers and shirts. Nothing skimpy, of course. They were still traditional at heart. but practical and modest western clothing was adopted, especially given how hot Dallas often was.
Jose was thinking of ways to not end this session. He thought of an idea.
“Actually, I need to see what you are doing wrong. Could you pull up your sari to the knees and then try to drive again?”
“What? Are you crazy?” Divya asked, scandalized.
“How else am I going to see how your foot is moving and what the mistake is.”
Divya looked at Jose carefully. She had exhibited a lot more than just her shins and calves to strangers recently. In fact she had walked buck naked in front of several strangers on the beach. This seemed minor compare to that. But there seemed to be something naughty behind Jose’s request. Divya found herself complying anyway. She was getting curious by now.
Divya bent down and pulled up her sari. She kept it bunched around her knees. Jose saw the smooth milky shins and felt a tug in his heart. This woman really was a piece of art. Then his eyes fell on her feet.
“Mam, you are using both feet.” he said.
“Yes, the right for accelerator and the left for the brake.” Divya said.
“See, that’s the problem. You can’t do that.” Jose leaned forward and bent under the steering wheel.
Divya was taken aback by this sudden invasion of her personal space. Jose on the other hand, was starting to get more and more in control of the situation. Running his fingers down her smooth left shin, he grabbed her foot and moved it to the side. Then he put his hand on her right ankle.
“See, this one, just swivel.” Jose said, his head just a couple of feet from Divya’s crotch. “You don’t use two feet.”
“Okay.” Divya said, breathing a little heavily.
Jose’s hands on her bare skin had gotten her flushed. Her heart was beating faster. Jose’s sweat and his brown mocha skin were suddenly starting to make Divya aroused.
He took his head out from under the steering wheel and looked at Divya’s face. He saw the expression and decided to strike while the iron was hot. He moved his face close to Divya’s.
And then kissed her on the lips!
Divya felt the soft Mexican lips push against hers. She hadn’t been caught utterly by surprise. She had seen Jose come in for the kiss. A part of her mind screamed for her to stop him. Another part was more curious to see how his kiss would feel. He seemed like a passionate guy.
The kiss had been not bad at all. For the 7-8 seconds it lasted. The kiss itself was fine. But when Jose moved his hands to Divya’s boobs and squeezed them, her mind let out alarm bells.
“STOP!!” she finally took her hands off the steering wheel and pushed Jose away. “What are you doing?”
“Mmmmm…your tits are just so inviting.” Jose lunged forward again, but Divya pushed him away.
“Have you gone crazy? I am a married woman. Married to your boss!!” Divya said loudly. “How dare you make a pass at me? You are fired!”
“You can’t fire me!” Jose smiled and said.
“Oh yeah?” Divya was feeling very angry now. She reached into her purse and took her phone out. “I will call Mayank right now.”
“Okay.” Jose shrugged.
Divya was taken aback by how blase he was about this. She didn’t understand the source of his cocky demeanor until the next thing he said.
“And while you have that phone, maybe you should also forward him the dick pic of that guy.”
“HUHHH???” Divya didn’t instantly understand what she heard.
“The picture of a big white dick. And romantic messages from some chick named Kelly. And…”
Divya’s ranger suddenly felt deflated. She didn’t say anything.
“Will you tell him that his new sweet Indian bride is sleeping around already? I mean seriously, mam. It’s barely been 2 weeks since you got married.”
Divya did not react to the taunt. She felt a strange sense of calm. Until recently, she always panicked at blackmail. But now it had become almost a part of her life. She didn’t want to go through the usual routine of pleading and insinuations and all that. Now an experienced blackmail victim, Divya felt almost relaxed.
“What do you want?” she flatly asked.
Jose was taken aback at the new sound of confidence in Divya’s voice. But he recovered and said,
“Show me your titties.”
“Here?” she said, looking around.
“I don’t see no one.” Jose said.
“Still, what if a car drives by?”
“Hmmm. Okay, I’ll drive.” Jose said. He didn’t want to risk anything.
Jose drove the car onto the freeway and took Divya to a rest area that he knew was usually empty at this time of the day. He parked the car in an isolated area in a small bylane under some trees.
“Now, let’s see those tits.” Jose turned towards Divya and said.
Divya sighed. She took the pallu of her sari off her shoulder and placed it carefully in her lap. The middle aged Mexican watched in anticipation as Divya then started unhooking the buttons of her blouse. Her tits came into view, covered by a white bra. She bent forward and took her blouse off. As she did so, her huge double D breasts swung forward, testing the strength of her bra cups.
Jose reached out with his right hand and unhooked her bra too It fell forward, revealing the while luscious globes he had been dreaming about. Finally his employer’s hot young wife half his age was topless next to him, in a car off the side of a freeway.
Jose bent forward and with his hands, started massaging her tits. He put his mouth on the nipples and started sucking them. They went erect instantly. Divya sat, resting against the seat, with her eyes closed as her driver played with her naked tits. Her hand moved of its own accord to Jose’s crotch. She felt a hard bulge there.
Jose was delighted to feel Divya’s thin shapely fingers unzip his pants and take out his dick. It wasn’t too big, maybe 6 inches. But was quite thick. Nothing compared to Chad’s, thought Divya, but still bigger than her husband’s. As Jose continued to assault her tits, Divya started jacking off Jose with her left hand.
“No bite marks or hickeys.” she warned Jose. “My husband will be seeing these tits too.”
“Okay, mam.” Jose said, loving how excited this young Indian seemed to be.
A few minutes later, Divya pushed Jose’s face away.
“I want to suck you.” she whispered to Jose.
Jose was ecstatic, but didn’t realize that this was Divya’s ploy. She did feel hungry for his thick dick. But practically, she was thinking that if she made him cum in her mouth, she would be spared the ignominy of getting fucked at least for a day.
Jose looked down and saw the rich young Indian woman open her mouth wide and wrap her lips around the bottom of his shaft as she took the whole dick in. Divya’s big brown eyes stared up into Jose’s eyes as her right hand’s fingers cupped his balls and massaged them. She then started bobbing her head back and forth, giving immense pleasure to the old man’s dick. Her head bumped against the steering wheel every few seconds as this happened.
Jose could not believe how lucky he was. He reached out with his hands and squeezed Divya’s huge tits which were resting against the cup holders. He occasionally massaged her big round ass over her sari. Divya meanwhile was working very hard with her mouth.
“I want to see your lovely ass now.” Jose said.
“Not today.” Divya took his dick out of her mouth and said. “It is very difficult to take off the sari and then put it back on again. Maybe tomorrow.”
Jose nodded, delighted that this slut was actually thinking about the next day too. He contented himself with playing with her naked boobs and getting the awesome blowjob. A few minutes later, he started cumming.
As Jose felt his semen start spurting, he grabbed Divya’s head and kept it in place. He did not realize that Divya was by now an accomplished swallower so his pressure wasn’t necessary. The young Indian wife sucked and swallowed every last drop of her Mexican driver’s jizz. And then sat up.
“Now teach me to drive.” she demanded.
Jose nodded. He zipped up his pants and watched as Divya got dressed again. She got out of the car to get in the driver’s seat. As Jose walked past her, he squeezed her ass with a sense of entitlement. Divya giggled.
“Okay, now, put your right foot on the brake and start the car.” Jose instructed.
Jose sincerely gave Divya driving lessons after the topless blowjob he had gotten. Divya was a fast student so she picked up the basics of driving pretty quickly. She was able to drive at a consistent pace within the hour. Throughout the lesson, now that Jose had gotten intimate with her, he felt comfortable just touching and fondling all over her body. All that got Divya pretty worked up and by the time he dropped her home, Divya was feeling very horny. In fact she was regretting her decision to make Jose cum so soon in her mouth. She really needed a thick piece of meat between her legs.
After Jose dropped Divya home, she went to her in-law’ apartment. She was delighted to see Mayank there. Her beloved husband was having lunch that his mother had made. Divya joined them for lunch and told them all about the driving lessons. Obviously, she only spoke about the driving part. She did not mention to her husband and mother-in-law that she had just given a blowjob in a public place to their Mexican driver.
After lunch, Mayank said he was going upstairs to their apartment to get some documents he had left there. Divya followed him. As soon as they entered the apartment, Divya, horny after all of Jose’s attention, hugged her husband. He hugged her back, kissed her, and fondled her boobs.
“Do you have some free time?” Divya whispered suggestively.
“Oh yes!” he said and started unraveling his hot wife’s sari.
He pushed down her petticoat and panties and instead of taking her to the bedroom, dragged her to the couch. Divya put her knees on the couch and her hands on the backrest. She wiggled her big naked ass suggestively at Mayank, who had gotten hard by now. Mayank loved how kinky his wife looked on the couch with her blouse and bra still on.
“Oh I love this ass.” Mayank spanked her jiggling ass cheeks a couple of times, unaware that the ass had now become collective property.
Divya was pretty wet already because of Jose’s machinations. Mayank had no problem entering her cunt with his modest dick in one stroke. He noticed that her cunt seemed a little looser than usual. He put it down to their frequent sex, unaware that she had been stretched out by Chad’s massive cock.
“Hmmm…I love that.” Divya moaned as her husband’s cock started pounding her pussy. Although it wasn’t as satisfying as some of the other cocks she had had, this was still her husband’s cock. And the traditional side of her relished it.
But she couldn’t relish it for long. Three minutes later and Mayank was done.
He kissed her perfunctorily, zipped up his pants and left, leaving Divya still bottomless on the couch.
Divya spent the whole day feeling very unsatisfied and horny. She helped out her mother-in-law with household chores and then in the evening waited for her husband to come back so they could have a more satisfying romp in bed. But Mayank returned very late and night and was too tired to do anything.
The next day Divya was waiting for Jose’s call. She hoped to be able to get some satisfaction at last. But the clocked ticked over to lunchtime and still there was no call. Jose had been busy with driving a lot of the company people around. Finally after lunch, Divya couldn’t resist any longer and called Jose’s phone.
“Hi Jose, it’s Divya.” she said.
“Oh hello mam.” Jose replied very formally so Divya guessed he was in the company of someone else.
“What time are you coming over for driving lessons?”
“Sorry, I am busy with work all afternoon.” Jose said, delighted that the hot young woman seemed so keen to carry on from where they had left off.
“Okay.” Divya said.
“I will come over for the lessons in the evening as soon as I get done with my shift.”
“Thanks.”
Divya felt disappointed that she would have to wait till the evening. She got dressed in a salwar kameez. And then she went downstairs to help out her mother-in-law again.
“Divya, I need some more Indian groceries. Here’s a list.” she said. “Call Jose and see if he can drive you over.”
“I just spoke to Jose, maaji. He said he is busy till the evening.” Divya said.
“Okay, then you can just take an Uber. Here is the number.”
Half an hour later, the cab dropped Divya off at Patel’s store.
Patel watched delighted as the beautiful young woman had come back so soon. As soon as she entered, he shuffled out from behind the counter to greet her.
“Hello Divya beta. How is everyone at home?” he asked, beaming. Divya was wearing a very simple blue salwar kameez which was loose fitting. But even that couldn’t hide her spectacular figure.
“Everyone is great.” Divya politely replied.
“You took a cab today. Where is that Mexican driver who was helping you shop the other day?” Patel naughtily asked. He had seen Jose brush against Divya’s boobs the other day. He was curious to see how she reacted to his mention.
“He’s busy.” Divya said blushing and avoiding eye contact with Patel. And his doubts got even stronger. He was certain that there was something going on between this outwardly traditional young Indian woman and her driver.
“You could’ve called me. I could have come over. Anyway, now that you are here, no need to call a cab to go back. I will drop you home.” Patel magnanimously said.
“No need, uncle. I don’t want to trouble you.” Divya said, sensing something sinister in the old man’s voice. Just like men had started to sense Divya;s vulnerability, she too had started to sense their predatory comments.
“It’s no trouble. It’s like my duty to take care of you. In fact, any time that driver isn’t available for anything you need him for, you can call me. I have many employees who can take care of the store.” Patel said, and then couldn’t resist winking.
Divya blushed again. And once more, Patel was certain that this seemingly coy demure young woman wasn’t as coy and demure as she seemed. He started debating how to take a chance with her.
Divya took the list out of her purse and started walking around the store looking for the items. Patel followed her making small talk under the guise of helping her out. he asked one of his assistants to man the counter. Every time Divya stretched out her arm to grab something from a high shelf, Patel noticed how her big boobs swayed even from the sideways view of the kameez. Every time she bent down to pick up an item from a lower shelf, Patel’s eyes wandered to her round ass.
Patel decided to try the Jose trick himself. He couldn’t do too much because there were a few other customers milling about. Once Divya was in a remote corner of the shop getting fresh vegetables, Patel went for it.
Divya had picked up a couple of tomatoes.
“Not those ones, beta. Try these.” Patel said, reaching across her chest. But he underestimated how far ahead Divya’s boobs jutted out, and unlike Jose who had just brushed her tits, Patel ended up almost punching them with his knuckles, making them shake violently.
“Ouch!” Divya softly said and looked at Patel angrily.
But Patel was holding two large tomatoes in his hand and squeezing them suggestively, with a leer on his face.
“What are you doing, Uncle?” Divya said, sounding offended.
“Picking out ripe tomatoes.” he winked.
Divya adjusted her boobs which had displaced slightly under her bra because of Patel’s hitting them. She glared at Patel again. He expected her to say something nasty and storm out. But he was delighted to note that she just moved on to the next item on her list.
“Do you need any pumpkins?” Patel asked, now staring at her butt.
“No.” Divya said, feeling a little flushed at his blatant stares.
“Tomatoes are nice but I am more into full round pumpkins.” Patel said and gently stroked her ass over her clothing.
“What are you doing, uncle? Someone might see.” Divya looked around and said.
And she moved her cart forward to the next aisle. Patel was pleased to note that the only objection this hot young thing had raised was that someone might see. She did not seem to object to his actual advances.
For the next few minutes, their cat and mouse game continued. Divya kept shopping and Patel, under the guise of helping her out, touched her boobs and ass discreetly several times. Once he even rubbed his crotch against her ass. Divya was feeling aroused at the constant touching from this old Indian man. In many ways, he reminded her of Mehra. He was old, fat, and aggressive. Divya had a submissive side as we know. And his masterful flirting was starting to have an effect on her.
As Divya didn’t object to his touches and started appearing a little turned on, Patel realized that it was time to strike while the iron was hot. He should move to the next step before this horny young woman changed her mind. He finally acted when she was in front of one of the fridge aisles. She noticed that even under the thick clothing, Divya’s nipples were erect, maybe because of his constant touching or maybe because of the cold air from the fridge.
“Don’t get that shrikhand.” he said. “I have fresher stuff in the store room. You want to come check it out?”
The tone was suggestive. And the implication was clear. Divya considered it for a few seconds. Letting him touch her like this had been one thing. To go with him to some isolated room seemed like too risky. But Divya’s sexual engine had been idling for a long time. She decided to act on her impulse and see where things went.”Okay.” she said.
Patel was ecstatic. He told his assistant at the counter that he was taking Divya to the store room to show her some fresh stock. The assistant who had been watching everything unfold on the cctv cameras nodded knowingly. Patel had fucked female employees and maids in the back in the past. But he was surprised that Patel had actually managed to lure a young hot customer from a good family.
Divya followed Patel down the stairs in the back into the basement store room area. Patel felt his dick getting hard even at the thought that this young beauty would soon be fucked by it.
Divya could not believe what a slut she was turning into. This time she hadn’t even been blackmailed or forced. Just a little bit of flirting and inappropriate touching and she had fallen for the ugly old man’s wiles. A part of her was feeling very guilty and screaming that she should get out of there. But that voice was getting smaller and smaller with each step.
Divya and Patel finally reached the storeroom basement. She looked around and saw that the place was packed. lots of sacks and boxes. If Patel had any lans to do something with her, she wondered if there was even room for it.
“Come with me.” Patel grabbed Divya’s soft hand and started leading her towards the back. As he walked, Divya could notice that there was now a tent in his pants under his big belly.
“Where are we going?” Divya shyly asked.
“The shrikhand, remember?” he said.
Divya thought that had just been an excuse and wondered if she had misread the old man’s signals. But she hadn’t. Patel wanted the process to be slow and enjoyable. He took her to a big fridge section in the back. There, he took out a big box of shrikand.
Opening the box, he dipped a finger inside and picked up a gob of the dessert.
“Try this.” he extended the finger towards Divya who opened her mouth and took it inside.
“Mmmmm…” Divya said, licking the finger clean and then sucking on it a few seconds suggestively. “Very delicious.”
“Have some more.” Patel recognized the hidden signal in her extensive sucking of his finger. This time he dipped two fingers in and put them in Divya’s mouth. She sucked them clean and this time, put her hands on Patel’s hairy wrist and stroked it.
Patel could not believe his luck. Not only was this young slut horny, but she also seemed to be a blowjob enthusiast.
He quickly unzipped his pants and fished out his dick. It was about 6 inches and of average girth. He took a gob out of the box and smeared it on his dick.
“Want another taste?” he asked.
Divya stared at the erect dick. It wasn’t the biggest she had had by any means, but she was horn that the sight of any dick would have made her cunt start creaming. She was also delighted at the naughty tactics Patel was using. His personality started reminding her more and more of her old lover Mehra back in India. If only Mayank were this imaginative and spontaneous. Except for shower sex, his approach had been very vanilla.
Divya bent forward in her waist and wrapped her lips around Patel’s dick, licking the shrikhand. Its sweet taste was mixed with the salty bitter aroma of his dick secretions.
“Ohhh wow!!” Patel closed his eyes and sighed. Her young mouth felt so amazing wrapped around his dick.
Divya put her right hand under his balls and with her left hand, grabbed the dick shaft as she paid special attention to the head. Her head brushed against Patel’s big paunch over his shirt.
Now having gotten this slut so easily in his control and sucking his dick, Patel decided to take a look at her body. Even fully clothes, she looked so hot. He bent down and saw her dupatta and her mangalsutra swaying back and forth as her mouth kept working. As Divya stayed bent over, he reached for the back of her kameez and started pulling it up. He unhooked the buttons in the back and started pulling the kameez off her body.
Divya took a momentary break from sucking the fat old man’s dick to let him take her kameez off. Her dupatta though, stayed wrapped around her neck.
Patel reached down and felt the boobs through her black bra.
“Oh these tits are amazing.” he said, scooping them out of the bra cups. He noticed that Divya’s nipples were so erect that they could cut glass.
Using both his hands to reach under Divya’s torso, he mauled her exposed swinging tits as she kept sucking his dick. Divya like the feel of his rough chubby fingers on her boobs. She loved how he pinched her nipples. She kept sucking his dick, but at a slow pace because unlike with Jose, she didn’t want him to cum too early.
Divya need not have worried. Patel was blessed with the ability to keep going on and on unlike her prematurely ejaculating husband. He was also a lot more skilled with his hands. He didn’t just fondle Divya’s massive jugs, but caressed her back and shoulders and neck expertly. Divya started moaning in pleasure even with his dick in her mouth. Her pussy was already moist. Patel’s hands started making her positively wet.
In a couple of minutes, Divya couldn’t take it anymore. She took his dick out of her mouth and straightened. Patel loved how her mangalsutra swayed with her boobs as she did so. He thought maybe she had changed her mind. But he was surprised and delighted at what Divya did next.
Divya used her right hand to untie the knot of her salwar. It was loose so it fell to the ground immediately. Patel’s eyes went down to her pussy. She was wearing black panties, but even through the black fabric, he could see a wet spot on her crotch. This slut was really horny, he thought to himself. Here she was standing in his store basement with her salwar around her ankles, clad only in her black panties and the dupatta around her neck in addition to the mangalsutra her husband had only recently solemnized the marriage with. And she was horny as a street bitch in heat.
Patel slipped his hand inside her panties. The moistness was all over. He effortless slipped his two fingers into her cunt. Divya closed her eyes, hugged this fat man, and moaned, as she remembered how Mehra used to play with her clit.
“Mmmmmmmmmm.” Divya closed her eyes and moaned.
“Maza aa raha hai? (Having fun?)” Mehra switched to Hindi.
“Haan. (yes)” Divya replied.
“Chudwana hai jaldi? (Want to get fucked soon?)”
Divya nodded.
Patel grabbed the dupatta around her neck with his other hand and pulled on it.
“Theek se jawaab de, raand. Chudwana hai jaldi? (Answer properly, whore. Want to get fucked soon?)” he growled.
The submissive side of Divya was tickled by his sudden switch to dominant behavior. She felt the dupatta tighten around her throat. Her ears went red at the dirty language he was using. But she felt aroused by it even more.
“Jee haan, chudwana hai jaldi. (Yes, I want to get fucked soon.)” she replied, breathing heavily as Patel’s fingers continued to fuck her cunt.
“Kitni jaldi? (How soon?)” Patel asked,
“Abhi ke abhi. (Right away)” Divya hungrily replied.
“Chal phir. (Then come on)” Patel said.
He took his hand out of her panties and with his other hand, dragged her behind him by the dupatta. Divya stumbled because of the salwar around her legs and fell to the floor. But Patel kept pulling. Divya kicked her salwar off and walked on her hands and knees on the dusty floor behind this fat old grocer like a pet Rocky.
Patel chuckled at how easily she was accepting his rough behavior and saw the potential for more fun. As he pulled her behind him, he bent down and spanked her panty covered ass a couple of times. How delicious she looked, Patel thought fondling his dick with his other hand.
Patel finally stopped near a spot where there were piles of grain sacks. he pulled her by the dupatta like he would pull a Rocky and signaled for her to climb on top of a smaller stack of sacks. Divya obediently got on top of the sacks, about 3 feet off the ground. She stayed on all fours and thrust her ass backwards to entice him.
“Kaisi gaand hila rahi hai, besharam? (Look at how shamelessly you are shaking your ass)” Patel said and spanked her again.
“Owww! Owww!” Divya said in response.
“Pati chodta nahin kya ghar pe? (Doesn’t your husband fuck you at home)” Patel put two fingers into the waistband of her panties.
“Chodta hai. (He does fuck me)” Divya breathlessly replied.
“Toh fir? Uska lund kya bahut chhota hai? (Then? is his dick very small?)” Patel said as he slowly lowered her panties.
Patel felt a big surge of pleasure in his dick. As he had implied to Divya earlier, he was primarily an ass man. As this big round upturned creamy ass came into view, he could not believe his luck that this was actually happening, not just a wet dream.
“Bol! (Answer me!)” Patel spanked her naked ass.
Divya went red but didn’t say anything. She was already sinning by cheating on her husband. She did not feel right adding to the sins by trash talking him to some random guy. So she decided to give a different naughty response.
“Patel uncle, please mujhe jaldi chodiye (Patel uncle, please fuck me right away)”
Patel was thrilled at her horny response. He also realized that she didn’t want to trash her husband so he let it go.
“Abhi le, raand! (Here you go, whore)” he said and finally shoved his dick into the young housewife’s waiting wet cunt.
“Ahhhhhhhh!!” Divya cried out in satisfaction as her hungry waiting pussy finally got some hard meat inside it.
Patel put his thick rough hands on her slender naked waist and started pumping this young tart’s cunt with full force.
“Saali, choot toh badi tight hai teri. (Slut, your cunt is quite tight)” he said. he didn’t know that it had been even tighter before Chad invaded it.
Divya put her head on the grain sack, closed her eyes, and expunged all feelings of guilt and shame as the waves of pleasure from this skillful old man’s fucking surged through her body.
“Aur gaand bilkul kaddu ki tarah hai, gol-matol (And your ass is just like a pumpkin, round and full)” he took one hand off her waist and started spanking her ass cheeks simultaneously.
“Ahhh!! Ahhhh!! Ahhhh!!” Divya groaned in response to each spank.
Patel took a break from the trash talk as he focused on pummeling the cunt of the young hot woman less than half his age. he loved how she was making sexual noises, being very cooperative and loved how her cunt-walls felt against his dick.
Five minutes later, Divya’s phone rang in her purse on the other side of the store room.
“My phone.” she said, between sexual grunts.
“Ignore it.” Patel growled, not wanting a break from the fucking.
“Please uncle, it could be from my family.” Divya begged.
“Hmpf.” Patel reluctantly took his dick out.
Divya jumped off the sacks and ran to get her phone. He watched with a sense of triumph and appreciation as her big round ass jiggled and her huge tits swayed as Divya held the dupatta around her neck to one side.
“Hello.” Divya responded in as normal a voice as possible.
“Hello my sweet little puta.” came Jose’s voice. “I have some free time now.”
“Oh…ummm…” Divya thought about what to do.
Patel meanwhile approached her, Grabbed her by the hair and made her bend forward standing until her face was against the fridge glass door.
“Who is it? Your husband?” Patel asked in English.
“Who was that?” Jose heard this and felt suspicious.
“Just a second, Jose.” Divya said and out her hand on the mouthpiece. “What are you doing?” she asked.
The reason for this is that Patel had slowly started entering her again.
“Chod raha hoon. Jose kaun hai? Tera driver aashiq? (Fucking you, of course. Who is Jose? Your driver lover?)”
Divya nodded.
“Bula le usey yahaan.” Patel said and started fucking Divya in slow strokes.
Divya kept her voice as level as possible and said,
“I am at the Indian grocery store. Come join me here.”
“Tell him to come to the door in the back.”
“Come to the door in the back.” Divya said and hung up.
Jose could make out from the heavy breathing that Divya was probably being fucked. But in the Indian grocery store?
Who cares, he thought and immediately started the car.
Divya’s palms got cold as she used them to support her body against the fridge door. Her face, right next to the door, also felt cold. Patel was delighted at the way her tits swung back and forth heavily as he fucked her from behind. He then had another idea.
He grabbed the dupatta still wrapped around the next and pulled at it like a horse’s reins. Divya’s head swung backwards making her arch her back. That gave even better access for Patel’s cock to ram her cunt.
“Toh yeh driver kitni baar chodta hai? (So how often does this driver fuck you)”
“Hngggg. Abhi tak. Aahhhh. Nahi. (Not till now)” Divya replied between grunts.
That’s when the storeroom door opened and some footsteps walked down the stairs.. Divya assumed it was Jose. But then she remembered that he had been told to come through the back door. She turned her head to see who it was.
“EEEEEEEEEEE!!” Divya screamed, put her hands on her tits, and moved off Patel’s dick as she saw the new entrant was a young man she had seen doing odd jobs around the store.
When he came down to the basement, he was stunned. He had been told by the assistant that Patel was banging someone downstairs. He was used to Patel doing that here frequently with women who worked there and maids. But they were all either fat or ugly or poor. When he saw that Patel was banging an ethereal young beauty that he had seen in the store before with her mother-in-law, he was amazed. How had the old Rocky managed this, he wondered, and smiled.
“Kya hai, Chhotu? (What is it)” Patel yelled at the 19 year old. Patel did not even bother to conceal his hard dick.
“Sorry saab, I had to restock the cold drinks.” he said, staring at the naked pussy of the beautiful young woman.
“Okay. Come with me.” he grabbed Divya by the dupatta like a leash again.
Patel saw an opportunity to show off in front of this young man. He had just accomplished the greatest sexual conquest of his life. he also liked the idea of making this rich upper class woman act like a slut for a lowly servant boy.
Chhotu went to the fridge and watched in amazement at how the gorgeous memsaab was so willingly being pushed around naked by his ugly old boss. She was totally naked except for the dupatta. The boss was wearing his shirt but was naked from the waist underneath. The boy thought of the Hindi saying “langoor ke moon mein angoor”. He was amazed when Patel spanked Divya’s ass hard a couple of times as he dragged her back to the sacks. The boy admired her big white round naked ass.
Divya was struggling to walk with the dupatta pulling at her neck. She still had her hands covering her boobs.
“Ay raand! (Aye whore!)” Patel slapped her hands. “Kya sati savitri ban rahi hai? Pehle to gaand hila rahi thi bandariya ki tarah. Ab becharey Chhotu se mammey chhupa rahi hai? (Why are you pretending to be so decent? Earlier you were swaying your but around lie a monkey. Now why are you hiding your tits from poor Chhotu?)”
Chhotu was amazed at the kind of language Patel was using. Divya felt her ears turn red. She was feeling humiliated being insulted like this in front of the young servant. But it was also turning her on. She had already gotten used to the idea of an audience thanks to her previous experiments. Soon she came to terms with the idea of Chhotu just standing there staring at her.
Patel sat on the grain sacks. Then he grabbed Divya by her naked waist and pulled her back making her sit on his dick facing away from him. Chhotu watched in amazement as his boss’ erect dick easily slid into the young woman’s moderately hairy cunt. He grabbed a couple of crates of the cold drinks and walked closer to where the two were fucking. Patel usually didn’t like an audience. But Chhotu realized that his horny old boss seemed to be on a power trip, using Divya like a sex slave. Maybe he could get lucky too, Chhotu thought. He hadn’t fucked a woman in months except for a prostitute back in India before he immigrated to Texas.
Divya placed her palms on Patel’s hairy thighs and bobbed her ass up and down guided by Patel’s hands on her waist. The dick slid in and out of her wet cunt easily. She kept her gaze down at the floor because despite being fully naked in this store room, she was feeling shy about being fucked in the company of Chhotu.
Chhotu watched the depraved sight mesmerized. This was better than any porn he had watched. His dick was soon pushing against his dusty pants. Patel saw this. He felt bad for the boy getting blue balls.
Patel grabbed Divya by the hair and pulled her head back until her face was next to his mouth.
“Kyun raand, humaare Chhotu ka chhotu choosegi? (So whore, will you suck our Chhotu’s litle dick?” he asked.
Chhotu was delighted when Divya answered in a hoarse voice,
“Haan!”
He immediately whipped his 5 inch dick out of his pants and stepped forward.
Divya, who had been bouncing up and down on Patel’s thighs and riding his dick throughout, bent forward, opened her mouth, and took Chotu’s dick in her mouth. Chhotu closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure. He could not believe that he was getting a blowjob from this rich stately beauty. That too while his box fucked her cunt.
Divya felt like such a whore as one dick was in her cunt and another in her mouth. Until now, she had never had more than one man at a time. Even the only threesome she had was with Kelly and Chad. The idea of two dicks was just too depraved for her to even comprehend.
Poor Chhotu wasn’t very experienced. He was also sex starved. He grabbed Divya’s bouncing boobs and the reality of the unfolding situation affected him so much that he started cumming in just a minute or so. His salty jizz flooded her mouth and she instantly swallowed it.
“Arre vah saab, issne to sab pee liya! (Oh wow sir, she swallowed it all)”
“Kya baat hai, meri raand! (Well done, my whore!)” Patel slapped Divya’s ass a couple of times in appreciation. “Chal Chhotu, kaam pe lag (go back to work).”
Once Chhotu left with the cold drinks, Patel decided he wanted another change of position. He had been fucking this exquisite beauty for about fifteen minutes and he wanted to keep going. He slipped Divya off his lap. Divya moaned in disappointment at the fact that her cunt was empty.
“Kaisi havas ki bhooki hai! (You are so horny!)” Patel said.
Patel made Divya get on the sacks on her back. Then raising her legs and putting them on his shoulder, he started fucking her missionary style, staring into her big eyes.
He was about to say something to her when another employee walked in. He had heard about Chhotu’s blowjob and wanted to try his own luck. Patel was only too happy to oblige. And Divya was too far gone to say no to anything.
For the next fifteen minutes, all the male employees came in her mouth one by one as Patel kept fucking her missionary style. Patel made sure there were enough guys upstairs to help the customers and run the counter. The rough jute sacks started hurting Divya’s naked back. But Patel was showing no signs of cumming. The encounter with Chad had built up her stamina but still her thighs were starting to ache.
As the last employee was about to cum in her mouth, the back door to the storage room opened and some footsteps walked down the stairs.
“Hello? Divya mam?” Jose’s voice floated over the air. “WHAT THE HELL???”
Jose was shocked at the sigh her saw. The fat old grocery owner, wearing just a shirt, was ramming his dick in and out of his beloved Divya mam’s cunt. And she was sucking the dick of some random young Indian man who clearly worked there.
“You must be Jose.” Patel nonchalantly said in English. “Sorry, we started without you.”
For a few moments, Jose thought that these men had forced themselves upon Divya. He felt rage and thought of beating them up. But then his eyes fell on the part of Divya’s butt cheeks on the sack spread apart as Patel’s modest dick ravaged it. He saw her cunt lips pulsating and her thighs lovingly wrapped around Patel’s waist pulling him in. And her mouth was hungrily sucking semen from the other guy’s dick. And then he saw that once the guy took his dick out, Divya just rested her head back on the sack and swallowed it loudly.
He guessed what had happened. Divya had gotten so horny that when he couldn’t make it in time, she went and spread her legs for the first guy who hit on her. And it turned out to be Patel.
“I am being rude. You seduced her first. And I understand you haven’t even fucked her yet.” Patel said, and withdrew his dick from Divya’s cunt.
Divya’s legs, now tired, collapsed closed together, and she rolled over on to her side, exhausted. She had not had an orgasm yet, possibly because although Patel could last long, he wasn’t much in terms of technique. He had just been pounding her hard like a Rocky.
Jose quickly unbuckled his pants and moved forward. He could see from Divya’s face and body language that she was tired. So as she lay on her left side, her legs together and folded up, Jose got into position behind her. Her pussy lips were horizontal and looked very inviting.
“Hnggggg!!” Divya grunted as Jose’s considerably thicker dick invaded her cunt.
Patel meanwhile climbed on top of the sacks, positioned himself above Divya’s head. He then pulled her head back so it was resting on the top of the scalp making her neck bend awkwardly and her spine twist. her hips and legs were sideways, her body was straight on her back. But she was very flexible.
Patel shoved his dick inside her waiting mouth and started fucking it. He grabbed Divya’s right boob. Jose grabbed the left one as the two of them spit-roasted her alternating their strokes. When Jose rammed his dick into her cunt, the force made her body move up and take more of Patel’s dick in her mouth. When Patel thrust his hips forward, it pushed Divya’s cunt further onto Jose’s cock.
“So…how did you get her to fuck you? Blackmail?” Jose asked breathlessly as he pounded Divya.
“Nope. Not needed. This horny slut melted immediately at my first touch.” Patel proudly said.
As the two dicks rammed her two ends, Divya noted again that this was the first time she had willingly been bedded by someone without any blackmail or extenuating circumstances. With Mehra, Isaac, Chad, and earlier Jose, there had been an element of coercion. Now, nothing. She was just a characterless slut. A teardrop rolled down her eye as she came to this realization.
Finally, Patel’s dick started to throb. By now, Divya was experienced enough to know what was about to happen. But Patel had a slightly different intention.
“Open your mouth wide, slut!” he took out his dick and ordered.
Divya stretched her lips as wide open as she could. Patel then aimed his dick at her body and sprayed the jizz on her tits, some in her mouth and the rest on her face and eyes.
“Champion of sluts, this one!” Patel said as he emptied his balls all over Divya. Jose nodded.
Patel walked to the fridge to get himself a refreshing drink. Jose meanwhile, took his dick out of Divya’s cunt. He then got on his back on the sack, and said to Divya slapping her ass.
“Get on top of me, mam.”
Now that she was his fucktoy, Jose didn’t need to call her mam. But there was something depraved about the fact that his employer’s wife was his to fuck. Splaye her naked, her big butt inviting more assault.
“Please Jose. I am tired.” Divya said in a weak voice.
That’s when Divya felt a tight slap on her face. Jose watched aghast as Patel walked over and just raised his hand on this beautiful delicate woman.
“Saali chinaal, badon se aise baat karte hain? (Fucking slut, is this how you speak to elder?)”
He reached for a metallic ruler lying nearby and started hitting Divya on the ass with it.
“OWWW!! OWWWWW!”” Tears rolled down Divya’s cheeks as the metal stung her bare buttocks.
Jose was watching all this in shock. he couldn’t understand Hindi, but got the gist of what was said. He considered intervening, but then decided to just lay back and let things unfold.
“Chal, chadh uske upar! Chadh! (Come on, get on top of him!)” Patel caned her butt with the metallic ruler a dozen times as Divya gathered whatever strength was left in her and straddled Jose. She weakly reached down with her right hand and guided his dick into her cunt.
“Shabbaas!” Patel said, landing one final blow on her by now red ass. then he looked at Jose and said, “I have to go back upstairs to take care of some business. Enjoy fucking her. And if she doesn’t act like a good girl, feel free to punish her.”
Jose nodded. As Patel left the store room to return to the shop, Divya was slowly moving back and forth on top of Jose’s dick. The portly Mexican was enjoying the tight wet grip her cunt had on his thick dick. He wished he had been more forceful the previous day and just fucked Divya right away. Now he had to put up with Patel’s sloppy seconds. Not that he was complaining.
But he was not a dominant person by nature. He hugged Divya on top of him, making her big tits rub against his chest. He then kissed her tenderly. Divya kissed back tiredly. he felt Patel’s cum rub against his face and chest from Divya’s skin. He felt a little disgusted but also turned on at what a slut this lovely young thing had turned out to be.
“It’s okay mam. I’ll do all the work.” he said. Divya nodded and stopped moving.
Then Jose grabbed one ass cheek of Divya’s with each of his hands. And he started pumping his dick upwards into the tight waiting cunt.
“OOOOHHHHHH!!” Divya said, loving this angle. It started tickling her insides in an intense way.
Jose fucked her in an up-and-down and simultaneously front and back motion. This made Divya’s nipples roll around in a circle on his chest.
“JUST LIKE THAT!! YESS JOSE!!” Divya said as loudly as she could.
Jose knew that he had found her g-spot with his dick and kept fucking her in that motion. Jose’s technique breathed new life into Divya. She slowly raised her torso and straightened, putting her palms on Jose’s chest. Then she started matching his hip motions with sideways movements of her own creating a perfect tempo in which Jose’s dick almost circled her insides while it kept pistoning in and out of her cunt.
Now that Divya was rejuvenated, Jose moved his hands from her big round ass to her ample bobs and squeezed them. He pinched her nipples making Divya even more in delight.
“Yess…fuck me like that Jose…fuck me like that with your thick cock!” Divya begged. She was surprised at herself that she was suddenly so comfortable with dirty talk. But the words just came pouring out by themselves.
Jose was egged on by Divya’s words and started fucking her at an even higher speed. And finally Divya felt an elusive orgasm approaching. She tightened the muscles of her cunt and moved rapidly herself. And soon it hit her.
“OHHHHHHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” she screamed like a woman possessed.
Seeing his gorgeous young mistress shriek and shake like that, Jose couldn’t control himself.
“MMMHHHHHHHHHH!!” Jose groaned as his dick started shooting his seed into Divya’s pulsating cunt.
The two of them had a simultaneous orgasm, kissing and fondling each other.
Finally, Divya, feeling exhausted again, flopped on top of Jose. And she just lay there trying to get her breath back. Jose cum slowly oozed out of Divya’s cunt and onto the sacks as Jose’s dick slowly shrank.
“Was that her cumming?” Patel walked down the stairs and asked.
“Yeah, man.” Jose triumphantly said. Patel felt a little offended. She had not cum even once in the 30 plus minutes he had fucked her. And now in less than ten minutes, this Mexican had got her off? Patel consoled himself saying it was he who had done most of the work and Jose had just finished it off.
“Well done. It sounded like you were stabbing her.”
“I kinda was, man.” Jose said, tenderly caressing Divya’s naked ass that was still on top of him.
“Hahaha. She’s quite a piece of ass, isn’t she?” Patel reached them and slapped Divya’s ass hard.
As Divya laid flopped on top of Jose’s body feeling his dick shrink inside of her, she noted the contrast between the styles of the two men. Although Jose was tender and had made her cum, she had personally felt more arouse by Patel’s dominant rough side.
She finally rolled off Jose’s body and laid on her back on the sacks. She stared at Patel with glazed eyes. He stared back and smiled.
“I’d love to fuck you again, but unfortunately I have some suppliers coming to deliver some stock in a few minutes. Unless you want 4-5 more guys to fuck you raw, I suggest you better get dressed and leave.” Patel said.
It showed how gone Divya was that she actually considered the offer for a couple of seconds before rejecting it. Her mother-in-law must be getting worried.
Fondling Divya’s ass and tits the whole way, Patel led her to a bathroom in the back. It was small and cramped, but Divya managed to clean herself up and make herself presentable. She then walked out naked. her thighs and pussy hurt. She felt herself walking a little bow-legged because of the intense fucking. Patel and Jose were sitting there, talking about themselves.
“Thanks again for having me over, man. I’ve been dreaming of fucking her since the first day I met her.” Jose said, shaking Patel’s hand.
“No problem.” Patel said, putting an arm around Divya and grabbing her big naked ass. “We have a saying in Hindi. Kaddu katega toh sab mein batega. It literally means that when a pumpkin is cut, everyone gets a slice. And look at this pumpkin.”
Patel turned Divya’s ass around. She involuntarily bent a little, making her creamy globes jut out.
“This deserves to be shared.” Patel said.
The two of them kept saying more lewd things about Divya’s body, and her being a horny slut while a naked Divya walked around the store room fathering her clothes. When she finally got dressed and returned, Patel said,
“You have that nice glow of a well-fucked woman.”
Divya blushed. She started walking up the stairs. As she did, Jose and Patel again took turns pinching and squeezing her round ass over the clothes.
As Divya gathered the groceries she had gone there to buy with Jose’s help and walked out, all the men who worked in the shop that she had sucked off came by to thank her and say goodbye.
“Driving practice?” Jose asked, squeezing Divya’s hurting thigh.
“Not now. I am exhausted.” Divya said, closing her eyes and putting her head on the seat.
“Okay.” Jose gently patted Divya on the cheeks and started driving her home
Divya was exhausted and almost semi-conscious sitting in the passenger seat in her well-fucked state as Jose drove her home. Jose tried to make some lovey-dovey small talk but he could see that the young woman was completely out of it. He just let her be as he drove her home.
“I have a headache.” Divya weakly and truthfully said. “Please drop the groceries at maaji’s place and tell her I have gone to take a nap.”
“Okay mam.” Jose obediently said.
She went to her apartment, thankful that she didn’t run into anyone from the family. As soon as she got to her apartment, she took a long shoes, and then collapsed on bed. Being fucked by Jose and Patel, in addition to the many blowjobs she had given had left Divya’s thighs, back, and jaws hurting. She closed her eyes and fell asleep soon.
While sleeping Divya had many explicit and disturbing sexual nightmares. In one, she imagined that Patel’s employees were fucking her turn by turn in front of her in-laws while her husband signed divorce papers. In another, she dreamed that she was riding Jose naked while he was driving, and they had an accident and died. In another, she imagined that she had turned into a prostitute who plied her trade on the beaches of the Caribbean.
Divya woke up sweaty and terrified by all these nightmares. In fact given the kind of wild experiences she had trouble telling if they really were just nightmares or had actually happened.
“What have I turned into? Why do I keep giving in to advances from all these random men? Why am I hell-bent on sabotaging a marriage to a nice person from a great family? I can’t keep going like this.”
She looked in the mirror and said.
After a long time of guilty self-reflection, Divya took an oath. She was not going to be enticed any further. If Patel and Jose blackmailed her, let them. She could just deny it. Who would her family believe – a random driver and some old grocer or their own daughter-in-law? And if Jose threatened to expose her text exchanges with Chad and Kelly, so what? She could just say that the couple had been harassing her. or that Jose made up these messages himself.
Divya told herself that she had been too weak and easily manipulated. She could not be that way anymore. She had to step up and be a grown-up.
The next day Divya decided to put her new plan into action. Jose came in the morning to teach her driving. She got into the driver’s seat. Jose kept his distance for a while, instructing her on lane changes and speed limits. After he led her to a secluded part of the outskirts, Jose reached across and gently squeezed her tits.
He was shocked when Divya slapped his hand away very hard, pulled the car to the side and glared at him.
“BEHAVE YOURSELF!!” she shouted. “HOW DARE YOU?”
“Are you okay?” Jose asked, taken aback.
“I am your employer. How dare you touch me like that?” Divya asked, anger streaming out of her eyes.
Jose smiled. He bent forward to hug Divya playfully and said,
“Awww come on my sweet little…”
SMACK!!
Divya swung her left hand as hard as she could and slapped Jose hard on his right cheek. Jose was stunned.
“Listen to me, you lowly piece of trash.” Divya said in a low angry monotone. “Don’t you dare try to ever touch me again. I will have you fired. Blacklisted. Arrested. What will your kids eat then? You think just because I was a little friendly with you, you can take advantage of me? Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”
Jose took a while to fully grasp this sudden change in the tone and behavior of this woman whom he had so easily seduced and made her cum. Who had been giving blowjobs to all and sundry. Whom less than 24 hours ago, he and that old Indian grocer had spit roasted. It took him a few moments to suddenly remember that he had leverage.
“You fucking puta.” he almost spat. “You want to act all high and mighty? Maybe I should just go and tell your husband how you quaked through an orgasm with my cock inside you.”
“What nonsense. It never happened.” Divya calmly said. “Go lie to him if you like. Who do you think he will believe?”
Jose hadn’t anticipated this young demure hottie to suddenly show spine. Luckily, he had proof.
“And what about this?” he whipped out his phone from his pocket.
“What about it?” Divya asked.
“I have proof of those dirty text messages with Kelly and that dude’s big white cock.”
“Not a chance. It never happened.” Divya just shrugged.
“Oh yeah?” Jose felt very offended. He swiped open his phone and navigated to the image gallery. Open the pics he had taken of Divya’s phone and said. “Then explain this, bitch!”
Jose held up the phone with the telltale evidence. Now this slut had to cower, he thought. But Divya had been waiting exactly for this.
Swiftly, moving faster than Jose could anticipate, she snatched the phone out of his hand.
“What the fuck!! Give it back!!” Jose said, and then yelled, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
He saw as Divya rolled down the window and nonchalantly flung his phone out on the street. Jose half stepped out of the car to retrieve it when a passing minivan drove over the phone, crunching it to broken little pieces. Jose slumped back in his seat defeated.
“Now…” Divya said, feeling an odd sense of exhilaration from her newfound assertiveness. “I understand that you have a family to raise and that this job means a lot to you. If you promise to behave, I will forget this ever happened. If not, I will make your life hell.”
Jose just dumbly nodded.
“So what next?” Divya asked, with a wide grin on her face.
Jose stared at Divya who seemed like a completely different person.
“Parallel parking.” he glumly said.
BY hornynri