Imran left the room. We both were spiced up and had a good fuck at night. He fucked hard and without mercy. I felt his sperm in my womb and slept. The next day was a bit relaxing, and Dinesh’s energy had intensified. We got freshened up, had our free breakfast, and came to the room.
But Dinesh tossed a small bundle of dresses onto the bed. It’s a yellow crochet dress with gaps so wide they were more like windows than clothing. Underneath, he insisted I wear nothing but a flaming thong that cut deep into my hips. My face was confused, and I was feeling shy too.
“Wear it, Wrushali,” he commanded. I would not be able to say to him and wear the dress, and we left the room. As we walked toward the private beach, I felt the breeze through the holes in my dress. My nipples were hard and clearly visible through the white interweave.
And the short hemline rode up with every step, and it was teasing the swell of my backside. I spotted Imran at the private beach. He was adjusting the umbrellas. He did not wear the shirt, and his muscles were shining with sweat. As soon as we approached him, his movements slowed.
His cunning gaze locked onto my boobs. He was looking at the bounce of my boobs. I could see the immediate change in his posture. The way his jaw tightened, and the unmistakable tension in his dick, were growing in his shorts.
Dinesh noticed it too.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me to his chest right in front of Imran. And then, “Is the water warm today, Imran?” Dinesh asked casually, while his hand began to brush my boobs over the dress. He didn’t wait for an answer. He tilted my head back and crashed his lips onto mine.
It’s not a gentle kiss. It was a claim. He used his tongue aggressively, mirroring the way he had fucked me the night before. I moaned loudly into his mouth. My hands were reaching down to bunch up the hem of my slutty dress, exposing my thighs to the mid-morning sun.
Imran was standing barely five feet away. He was paralysed, watching my husband claim my mouth while my body arched in a public display of arousal.
Dinesh moved another hand from my waist, sliding it under the thin fabric of my dress. He didn’t expose me.
But he was too calculated, and he began to pinch and roll my nipples through the crochet. “Bloody Slut! You are getting so wet for me, aren’t you?” Dinesh whispered loud enough for the wind to carry his words to Imran. He began to grind his hips against mine, showing Imran exactly what I felt like.
He was teasing the poor man, and I was loving it. I could see Imran’s throat move as he swallowed hard. His eyes were glued to the shape of my body through the yellow fabric. He looked tortured. And caught between professional duty and a primal, aching need to see what was hidden beneath.
Dinesh finally pulled away, leaving me breathless and aching. He looked at Imran and gave a sharp, knowing nod. “We’ll be at the water’s edge. Make sure our privacy is not disturbed. You can move from here.” As we both walked away, I felt his burning stare on the back of my legs.
My crochet dress was practically transparent. Tight-fitting to the sweat on my skin. The friction of the thin thong between my legs was making me dizzy with need. After a few minutes of walking, we reached a large, low-hanging blue umbrella that created a small sanctuary of shade.
The sound of the crashing waves muffled everything else. “Look at you, Wrushali,” Dinesh whispered, pulling me down onto the plush lounge chair under the shade. He didn’t wait. He sat on the edge of the chair and pulled me onto his lap. My leg was on each side of his waist, and I was nervous.
He began to kiss my neck, his moustache cropping the love marks from the night before. “Dinesh, Patidev! Harami Patidev, someone might see,” I breathed. My hands were already busy unbuttoning his linen shirt. “Let them,” he roared.
He strategically adjusted the umbrella to block the view from the hotel towers.
His hands travelled upward, bunching the white crochet dress until it was gathered around my waist. My boobs were finally free under the sun. My nipples were dark and swollen.
He took one into his mouth, which made me surprised. He was sucking greedily while his hand reached down to find the thin string of my thong. With a swift movement, he removed my thong and placed it on the chair. Wow! The sensation of the sea breeze hitting my bare pussy was awesome.
And my horny hubby exploring my pussy with his fingers was electric. I was a cheap slut without any clothes. I arched my back. My head fell back against the headrest. I was a mother, a wife, a woman from a culture of modesty. Yet, I was moaning like a wild animal under a beach umbrella.
Dinesh has no shame and dropped his clothes. He guided his dick inside my cunt with a powerful thrust. I inhaled and was burying my face in his shoulder to soften my screams of pleasure. We moved in a rhythmic dance. And the sand is shifting slightly beneath the chair.
He was fucking hard on the open beach, and the fear of being caught only heightened the high. We were breaking every rule we had ever been taught. My years of tradition were lost in the heat of the Goan sun. He was fucking me with a guttural roar.
His body was shaking as he claimed me once again. We stayed locked together for a long time on the beach without clothes. And, we wore our wet clothes and walked back to the room. Luckily, no one was around while we were fucking at a private beach.
We both reached in the air-conditioned suite. We collapsed onto the bed. But the thrill of our secret beach sex was still brushing in our veins. We were exhausted, sun-kissed, and more connected than we had been in seven years.
We had a heavy lunch and had a much-needed sleep for close to 3 hours.
I was feeling very relaxed and kissed Dinesh on the bed. Dinesh kissed me back and asked me to wear the slutty dress for the night. He wants to go for a walk on a private beach, and I did not say no to him. I took the shower and stood before the mirror.
I picked the red dress that Dinesh had brought back from America. It was barely more than an undertone of red silk and ended dangerously high on my thighs. My heart was drumming against my ribs. It felt maybe too bold. But I wore it because of Dinesh.
The dress was shameful and was leaving little to the imagination, and making me feel exposed in the best possible way. Dinesh’s eyes darkened and swept over me with a look of unadulterated hunger. Hand in hand, we slipped out into the darkness of the private beach.
It was the off-season. The private beach had no crowd except for Jay and the lone attendant, who was busy clearing a table under the dim glow of a nearby lantern. Jay saw us, and during that time, the wind picked up. My tiny red dress waved wildly, uncovering the tops of my thighs and more.
I could feel Jay’s gaze heavy; he saw my red string when the wind picked up my dress. Dinesh found the opportunity, and he started to tease Jay at the beach. Dinesh tightened his grip on my waist, pulling my back flush against his heat.
He slid one hand upward until the fabric was gathered at my hips.
He was leaving me exposed to the cool night breeze and Jay’s wide-eyed stare. I was feeling happy when Jay was staring at me. I want Dinesh to undress in front of Jay. Don’t know, I wanted to be in a birthday suit at the beach and let Jay watch my beautiful body inch by inch.
But Dinesh is being cruel with me and did not showcase my bubble sexy body to Imran and Jay. He turned me in his arms, and his mouth crashed onto mine with a possessive hunger. His tongue explored mine deeply. His hands drop to cup me firmly.
He lifting me slightly so I had to wrap my legs around his waist to stay upright.
We moved forward in the same position. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he took me to the little farm where the lantern light was very dim at night. We found a table, and he put me down.
The wind whipped my hair across my face as Dinesh moved his kisses down to my collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin. I let out a low moan, my fingers tangling in his hair, my back arching. I felt the friction of his denim against my bare skin.
A few yards away, Jay was watching us. He stopped cleaning entirely. Dinesh pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark with a mix of strength and raw lust. The moonlight was the only witness as the intensity between us reached a breaking point.
Dinesh was so cruel again, and he did not give anything to free Jay. But Dinesh showed mercy on Jay, and he was more than happy to let him watch the scene of our desire. Dinesh kept the dress on me. But he moved with a focused and primal intent.
He sat back on the beach chair and pulled me onto his lap. I was facing him. The dress was hiked up to my waist, gathered between our bodies. And was creating a friction that made my skin buzz. He looked over my shoulder, and his eyes locked onto Jay.
Jay stood a little way by the table. Jay’s hands moved under the edge of the dress. His palms warm against my bare skin. He removed my thong and threw it on the beach. Then he began to move me, guiding my hips in a slow, rhythmic grind against him.
Fuck! Dinesh started to fuck me in the woman on top position. I never expected it in my life. I was moaning high, and tears were coming out with happiness. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore matched the rhythm of our bodies. Dinesh’s hands were everywhere on my body.
He was gripping my waist, tracing the line of my spine, then coming up to tangle in my hair. He pulled my head back to expose my throat. His trust became powerful, and I let out a sharp, uncontrolled cry that resounded across the quiet beach.
Every time I arched my back, the red dress waved, teasing Jay with glimpses of my skin. But I was sure he never saw my nude because of the darkness and the distance he watched us. I felt bad for Jay, but I was quite impressed with Dinesh.
My fingers dug into Dinesh’s shoulders, my breath coming in ragged hitches. He increased the pace, his movements powerful and possessive, claiming me right there on the open sand. As the final waves of pleasure crashed over us, I buried my face in his neck, my heart beating against his chest.
We had 15 minutes of fuck, and I was satisfied. We both were laughing at each other and stayed for some time. Jay did not leave the place, and he was still watching us. Finally, we moved out of the dark place and reached near the Jay. But Dinesh makes him cry again.
He pushed me on the chair and took off his shorts in front of Jay. He quickly pushed his wet dick deep inside my throat. He was pulling my hair and pushing his dick till my throat. Jay watched as I gave a wild blowjob at the beach in front of him.
His bulge was like a small mountain, and saliva was coming out of his mouth. Dinesh has no heart, and he pushed his dick powerfully in my throat and did not take it for 15 minutes. When he pulls out from my mouth, his dick is covered with saliva only.
Dinesh cleaned his dick with a Jay cleaning cloth, and we left for the room. I was happy when Dinesh treated me like a slut in front of Jay. I sucked his dick like a lollipop and gazed at Jay. I was sure Jay would not sleep for a long time as I destroyed him with my sucking skills.
We both were happy and had our dinner. But still, I want to do something fantasy with Jay and Imran. Mostly with Jay, he deserves to see me nude and even fuck me. With Imran, I don’t have any feelings for him, but he is muscular. His gaze was very powerful on my pussy.
They both had a gaze at me when I was having dinner. I felt happy with their gaze and returned to the room. But Dinesh is still horny, and he gained the stamina once he was back from America.
As soon as we entered the room, he roared like a true man, “You are not done, my slutty Wrushali,” he growled into my ear, his voice thick with a primal, possessive edge. “I want you to carry every drop of me.”
He was nude within a second and tore the red dress. He lifted me. And my legs locked around his waist. He did not waste the time as his dick reached to 8 inches and he drove himself into me with a desperate power. Oh! Fuck! It was a powerful thrust, and his dick entered deep inside my pussy.
I was moaning like a helpless wife on the bed and was enjoying his thrust. I felt the surge of his cum deep within my womb. Fuck, He is unstoppable and fucked me for more than 10 minutes. I was tired, and my pussy was wet. But Dinesh had a weird smile on his face.
I understand he will do something naughty now. He reached for the bedside phone and ordered two glasses of orange juice mixed with fresh coconut water. Then, he walked over and held the heavy suite door open just an inch, ensuring the latch didn’t catch.
He pulled me to the edge of the bed, and he was facing the door. I was completely nude. I was thrilled and expecting Jay to bring orange juice to our room, and he could see me nude. There were no clothes around me, and I was excited to showcase my curved nude body.
Dinesh moved my legs wider and pushed his dick powerfully in a single thrust. Unexpectedly, my moans reached their peak with his thrust. Then he started the in and out, and my boobs were swinging up and down. He pinched my nipples hard while fucking my cunt.
Orange juice has not come yet. But Dinesh removed his dick from my pussy and released the cum on my face and neck. Fuck! I was looking like a cheap whore with sweat and cum. My forehead was sweaty, and my nose, lips and chin were covered with thick cum. My swollen neck too had a thick cum.
I was surprised by Dinesh as I never experienced thick cum before he left the USA. I was excited as I started to hear the footmarks. Dinesh raised my legs up and held them with his hands. Quickly, he pushed the dick inside my pussy.
I heard someone was knocking on the door.
Dinesh shouted at him that the door was open. But the waiter opened the door, the bloody Dinesh draped a cream blanket over my boobs and the hips. Fuck! I was sad again because the waiter wasn’t lucky. Dinesh entered me again, his thrusts slow, deliberate, and incredibly deep.
The door swung open. Imran stepped inside the room, carrying a fancy tray with our drinks. His eyes immediately locked onto the scene. My husband, bare-backed and powerful, thrusting rhythmically into a mound of blankets where I lay hidden.
Dinesh protected my nudity, but Imran’s gaze was unforgettable. I looked directly at Imran. His face was red-faced. He placed the tray on the table. My eyes drifted down to his trousers, where a massive and undeniable bulge was straining against the trousers.
He was painfully hard, and my behaviour added some more pain to him. The sight of his arousal sent a fresh wave of heat to my pussy. I began to moan. But not the soft moans of a shy wife. It was the loud, rough cries of a woman being thoroughly possessed.
“Oh, Dinesh, yes! Harder! Give it to me!” I cried out. My voice echoed in the small space between the trembling waiter and us. I wanted to tease him, to show him exactly what he was missing. I arched my back under the blanket, making my waist and hip dance with the motion of Dinesh’s thrust.
Imran stood frozen for a long time. His gaze was stuck by the sight of my face filled with sweat and cum, and the violent shaking of the bed. Imran left toward the door, but his hand instinctively soared near his groin as if to hide his shame. As the door finally closed, I felt a surge of success.
Huh! We were no longer the traditional couple the world expected. We were something wilder, and the night was full of wild fuck.
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