Girlfriends’ Reunion

“Yeah, I can’t wait.”

“Go ahead and have a nice, good one when Jagath comes.” She winked. “Just let yourself go and release all that tension.”

I giggled my gratitude. I looked down the driveway and still no sign of them. Meanwhile Ana joined us and she too heard the news of the autopsy report and said we should celebrate with a beer and got ourselves a can of Heineken each.

None of us could get Simon off our minds. Even though we tried diversions like planning something when the men arrived, the event was too close to us to put it aside

It was well past five when the familiar pearl white Mercedes Benz GLC300 SUV appeared on the driveway. I ran out ahead of the other two. Krish parked besides the porch and they both got out with their duffel bags. With a broad smile, I hugged Krish first and then Jagath and then to his surprise, I kissed him on his lips.

I cried again.

All five of us huddled together in silence as the men absorbed the prevailing sombreness within us, though they may have not captured the different way I was affected. We brought some beer for them and they sat sipping it in the courtyard area. Jagath was obviously impressed with the place. Krish, of course had been there on many occasions.

It was only when we were in our room and Jagath wanted to have a shower, that I thought of opening up to him. He was already only in his underwear and was walking towards the bathroom.

“Let me also come in and tell you something very important, if you don’t mind.”

“You want to shower too?”

“Yeah, why not. Not done it for a while together.”

The large shower stall could easily accommodate the two of us. When the warm water was flowing over our bodies, I began relating the sordid details of the night before. In between scrubs and shampooing and soaping with an occasional freeze when he heard something shocking, Jagath generally took it in quite well. He didn’t say a word. In the circumstances there was no sensual excitement and our nakedness passed off almost unseen even though we hadn’t been with each other for a week.

Just before he towelled himself he gave me a tight hug and I responded with a feeling of being protected and cared for. We kissed; not with passion so much as expressing oneness. I helped him dry his back, almost caressing him. I know he liked that. I liked the look of his caramel skin tone with firm muscle. I also wiped his beautifully shaped buttocks. When I went around to his front I noticed the beginning of an erection.

“Do you want to…?” I asked coyly.

“What a question? Of course.”

I looked into his eyes and saw that little fire being kindled behind a benign smile. I looked down and tenderly held his half turgid penis and heard that sharp intake of breath. “He’s so beautiful.” I cooed. “I want that too. Can you wait till we have more time? I want to devour him; swallow you completely, while you tear me apart.” I raised my gaze to his face again and there was surprise in his features.

“What’s happened to you? What’s this new boldness.” He looked curiously at me.

“Yes, just try the new me!” I wasn’t sure if that was the moment or a period of the last few hours, but something had come over me quite spontaneously and surreptitiously. It was like my marriage had flipped back to the early days.

“Your boobs are so beautiful when wet.” He held them both with gentle hands.

My nipples sprang to life in readiness. “Hold on. Let’s give ourselves some time.”

“I don’t know what you girls have done to yourselves. Must have had an interesting time.”

We decided to wait and unintentionally made the adjournment so tantalizingly delicious. It was pre-honeymoon like. We dressed and joined the others in the courtyard outside the dining room. It was a beautiful day and the golden glow of sunset was upon us. It was all soothing to my aching spirit and my tired mind that was travelling the convolutions of awful possibilities just a few hours ago. The Bloody Mary helped as well.

In the prevailing disarray, we were told that the chef had rustled up a quick dinner of grilled fish, salad and dinner rolls. There was no Mary so we had to self serve and after a simple desert of fruits, Jackie suggested a movie to relax our troubled souls. Ana wanted the adult movie that Jackie had suggested earlier. The men looked interested and the prospect of seeing a soft porn with company was titillating.

I had strong views on porn. I enjoyed it with Jagath because being how visual men are, these images excite him and that rubs off on me. Viewing them alone is something I never did and even if I chose to, I would have selected something that had a story and romance being the core plot with sex scenes, even if explicit, were only a part of telling the tale. Actually, I might have gone for lesbian sex that has more of expressions of the feeling of love without undue aggression or dominance.

We went down to the fabulous home theatre in the basement and ensured all the doors were locked. Behind the twenty odd plush reclining theatre chairs there were, on a slight elevation, three leather couches. Jagath and I took the middle one with Ana on our right and Jackie and Krish on the other. We settled down with feather soft throws over us as the lights dimmed.

The title was ‘Some Other Time’ and starred Scott McGregor as Scott and Maria Romero as Litty Vaz. The 74-minute movie began and my initial impression was that it was a good production unlike some of the low budget trash that fills cheap sex stores.

It begins with a secretary in a doctor’s office calling the social service department to refer a woman for some kind of care that’s unclear and Scott is given the job as the client’s social worker. Scott makes an appointment and meets Litty. Of course, they are both good looking. Scott the more city professional and Litty a sort of simple villager with pretty features and humble clothes.

Scott learns that Litty is an illegal alien from Mexico and speaks very little English. She works as a domestic help in a few houses and gets by. The doctor’s office got involved when she was robbed and assaulted one evening and she feared going to the police as her illegal status may come to light.

The story meanders on a bit while the two begin to like each other and Scott works on the social work care aspect while, as a kind man helps her with her English, providing help with bank accounts, accommodation, healthcare and referring her to many of his contacts as clientele for her home care service. They meet too often for Scott’s girlfriend’s comfort and she walks out. Obviously, Scott declares his love for Litty and she accepts with shy reluctance.

Scott also had to quit his job as the department didn’t like love affairs with clients but, conveniently there is a job for him at an insurance company as a disabilities assessor. While his income spiked with cases coming his way, Litty also started having success of her own as she was indeed meticulous in her work, punctual to the dot and crisply efficient with time.

Thus far it was simply innocent romance and even invited the comment from Ana: “What the heck is this? Mills and Boon?” We all chuckled. There was some sex curious anticipation, though.

Then this happened. One of the homes that Litty worked at had a dirty old guy, who exposed himself to her; fully erect penis with pants down while she was vacuuming. She drops what she was doing and runs out. The next scene is when Scott and Litty go for a swim and afterwards go into a changing room. You see Scott’s bare butt while he is facing her and she is fully clothed and reluctant to change in front of him. The rural bashfulness was cute. He hugged her and she responds and then slips his hands under her swimwear feeling her typically Latino sexy butt. She continues to kiss but when he moves to her front she withdraws.

“Ahora no” She protests. Our Spanish translator, Ana says she means ‘not now’. “Aqui no!” She adds meaning ‘not here’.

Our band of humourist men got cracking: “Ah, so this is really girl friendly. One dick and one male ass just for the women.” Quipped Krish to the jolliness of all.

Scott managed to lure Litty to his apartment one day after work. As she had declined that invitation on many occasions, we thought here comes the hot stuff. Things were going well on his sofa and they were in a tight hug with limbs entwined. Scott’s hands cupped her boobs and then went down to her butt and she moaned in appreciation. Much to everyone’s dismay and pretty much against the run of play she grabbed his wrist and pushed him away when he reached for her genital area.

“En otro momento!” She muttered hurriedly. That translated to ‘Some other time’. She gets up and prepares to leave with unconcealed shyness. That ended that episode.

Anticipation reached its peak when one of Litty’s very satisfied customers gave her a gift; a reward of a free weekend at a cottage in the woods. It looked and sounded like that’s where it’s going to happen after almost a movie hour of sweet passion. I felt a bit of that heat too. I snuggled up to Jagath under the throw and put a loving arm across his chest. He glanced just moving his eyeballs in a steady head. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder too. I knew I was getting aroused by the movie and the thought of intimacy after a week.

Meanwhile, Scott and Litty got ready for the drive into the woods. There was scene where Litty was choosing her nightie and lingerie to pack. She had that cute almost invisible smile on her pretty face as she picked sheerness before style. It was a well thought out sequence depicting the girl’s desire to be desired penetrating through her shy demeanor.

We were pretty accurate in our predictions. The couple got cozy in front of a real fireplace with crackling burning wood and bathed in a glow of orange. Litty stood before the fire in her transparent nightie. Her awesome curves silhouetted to sculptured faultlessness. Even her slight infra umbilical belly bulge was imperfectly perfect. The partial exposure that the outline provided was maddeningly erotic. I saw the awakening in Jagath’s eyes. I have seen that a million times. Only, this time it was when he was seeing another woman. Litty stood there for quite a while turning this way and that, throwing her arms about and flexing and twisting her hips for Scott to absorb her apparently choreographed presentation.

“Do you like her body?” I whispered.

“Yeah, she’s nice. But you’re better!” Couldn’t say I was not thrilled by that reply. Nor would I have accepted anything less! I moved my arm downwards gently until my hand rested on his crotch. The warm all too familiar bulge indicated a less than fully excited state. There was that discrete glance again, this time with a smile as if to say ‘Are you crazy? There are others here!’

A stole a look at the others. There was no way I could tell what was going on under their throws. That’s evidence that my undercover activity won’t be noticed.

Meanwhile, Scott and Litty got themselves into a tight passionate embrace and intense French kissing. The glow from the fireplace was now directly on their torsos and a fiery crimson replaced the orange of desire. The slim strap of her nightie was off her right shoulder exposing the top of her ample breast. Again, Scott’s routine of cupping her breast, this time over raw flesh and then moving downwards to her hips seemed almost practised. He pinched the flimsy material over her butt and drew it upwards exposing her naked posterior momentarily. She lay flat again and his hands gently, gingerly, tentatively moved to her crotch. He smiled as he saw no resistance.

The radiance from the flames painted her complexion to a rich brown pink while shadows and lines danced on her mounds and crevices enticingly. Scott was on her left and the view was from her right and above with the fire behind. While he still had his shirt and shorts on, her right breast slipped into view. His hand moved up and we saw that she had a thong panty on with a triangle covering her sex. He was caressing her tummy, her belly button and up to her breast and touched it with his fingers delicately while the pink nipple was pointed and erect. There was honest feminine beauty in her young shapely breast that was somehow not totally evident with clothes. They were still kissing. It was the typical scene of quixotic love with a touch of lust splashed in.

Unseen by anyone, my other hand went to my boobs and felt the nubbin of excitement in my own peak. I even felt the subtle sliminess of wetness between my upper thighs.

Litty’s hands were around his neck urging him to take his shirt off it seemed. He wriggled out of it one sleeve at a time. Her hands travelled his back in the clawed position giving him delicate, delicious scratches to tickle his senses.

I did that a lot during sex and I looked at hubby who smiled back reading my mind. He always said he liked that sensation. My hand was still on his dormant, still shapeless bulge. It was disconcertingly surprising that I, the usually frostier one, was more excited than he was. That never happened before!

But what was to happen will change all that!

In a sudden frenzy of enhanced arousal Scott first and then Litty, became very animated and rough. He moved away from her to lift the nightie over her head. He tugged at her panty string and she gladly raised her hips to slide the tiny garment off. He stood up and pulled his shorts and underwear down. Then he knelt slowly by her and worshipped her body with his eyes. She reclined on a large cushion half sitting. The camera followed him.

Kitty was a beautiful girl in every sense. Her facial features were sharp, unblemished and shone without the help of cosmetology. The shape of her breasts was exquisite and the camera work enhanced their gorgeousness. It was cynical of me to think that she was a porn star and that’s to be expected. Her waist was narrow and then the dramatic flair of her hips. Below, her legs were shapely thought not too long; she being of average height. The glow of her skin somehow gave the impression of smoothness without depilation. Moving up there was a surprise. She was simple and natural. Her pubes were unshaved. Her vertical vulval slit was seen and zooming in some wetness glistened on her peeping inner lips.

I definitely felt a slight hardening under my left hand. My index finger drew lines where I thought hubby’s waking penis sat.

“Do you like it now?” My whispered curiosity.

“Very sexy,” He replied, “but I like yours better.”

“My what?” Competing flames of jealousy and stimulation burnt inside me.

“Everything!” He got louder then breathed into my ear: “Your boobs, your hips, thighs, pussy.”

I felt that he was close to full erection. “He’s big now. He’s throbbing. Give him to me. Take off your shorts!”

“Are you crazy?” He turned his head ever so slightly to survey the others. I did too. If they were doing anything it was not evident. “What’s become of you? What did you smoke?”

I stifled a laugh. It was safe as the powerful audio system filled the room with background music, voices and what not. “I want to make you cum.” I insisted.

He places a finger over his lips. “Quiet! You told me we should wait and take time over this. Now what?”

“OK.” I resigned to my own plans. I kept my hand where it was and gently caressed his bulge. “Look at her vagina. Isn’t it lovely?”

“Vulva. The vagina is within.” Anatomical correction from Jagath.

After that detailed examination of her nakedness, Scott knelt by her face. It was then that his penis, proud in its dimensions stood pointing at her. Yes, he was circumcised too. He was large as well. After all he was a porn star. The throbbing manhood jogged my memory back. I was reminded of Phil!

Now it was Jagath’s turn to taunt me. “What do you think of that? Like it?” He smiled mischievously.

“Nice.” Was my simple reply.

On the screen we had the most erotic and stimulating oral sex scene. Even with my misgivings I was pretty impressed with Litty’s technique of giving head to Scott. She held his penis like it was the most precious thing and let his balls lie gently in her palm and then very slowly brought her lips to encircle his tip and then millimeter by millimetre take him in. She rode his length with her lips while her face showed genuine sexual joy and the satisfaction of pleasing her lover. It was actually very good acting that we had to be reminded that it was not real. She occasionally withdrew to use her tongue on his huge shaft, licking him from root to tip with groans of unbridled happiness. On Scott’s part his verbalizing of pleasure was also measured and unexaggerated. It was a fabulous show of sexual intimacy that went on for all of seven minutes and was simply brilliant. And that’s me, the sceptic saying it!

One aspect that was unrealistic was Litty’s apparently fine-tuned technique. She didn’t look like the amateur she was. Later we learnt why.

They switched around and he took over eating her bushy folds. She parted them for him to reach and taste her clitoris and the pink edges of her opening. She had her thighs up in the air with excitement. He also entered her vagina with the tip of his tongue and she used the much employed: ‘Oh god, yes, yes!’ (Oh Dios! Quiero más) in Spanish. Her hips were bouncing off the floor. When he appeared to stop for a minute she protested.

“No pares” She said. “Dame más.” She wanted more, she said.

I had to provoke Jagath. “Will you do that to me?” He just smiled.

“What made you so horny?” was his question to my question. He searched my face for answers.

Then there was the lovemaking. Scott made a snide remark just before: “Not some other time?”

Litty laughed. “No! Now! Joderme!” Ana translated: ‘Screw me’.

As, sort of expected they had to traverse the entire spectrum of positions. They began with missionary with authentic sounds of body slapping and slurpy sounds of hard penis piston actioning in wet vagina. Then he turned her over and she bent over for doggy style. Her curvaceous ass stuck out with the split little mass of genital flesh between her upper thighs below that was incredibly inviting. She supported herself with one elbow while the other hand with two fingers parted her lips to show triangular rosy leaves of her inner lips guarding her honey pot. I saw a new perspective of visual feminine attraction. It was a moment that I confirmed my theory that men liked women’s butts because it was the prominent anatomical landmark that housed the object of their sexual intent; the vagina below! Our ancestors copulated coming from behind, after all.

My left hand still cradled Jagath’s swollen love bunch. I took a bold step to creep under the elastic band at the waist and hold his penis lovingly. I glanced across to see if anyone noticed. Jagath flinched unnoticed, hopefully with pleasure. I continued to massage his member slowly at maintenance rhythm intending to keep his erection going.

Jackie spoke breaking our silence: “All quiet, huh?” We all looked at each other. “So, the romantic trash has become hard core. A little too much for Yash, I am guessing?”

I chuckled my equivocal response. I could even agree with her and say something affirmative, but I hadn’t got that emboldened yet.

“Hey, it’s not that bad. There is some emotion and sex with some feelings for each other. There also is a plot. So, I give it a pass.” Ana said.

“There’s no overacting and the reactions are quite real.” Jagath joined in.

Meanwhile, Scott was pumping Litty to higher levels and towards a climax. Her dangling breasts, even in that position looked shapely, while mine looked like deflated balloons when hung. Scott was caressing them when he announced his impeding explosion and pulled out to squirt the creamy stuff all over her pubic hair and butt. Litty brought her hand back to milk the last few drops out of him with a face of extreme gratification.

Of course, that cannot be the end. They lay for a while, then got themselves a drink without a stitch on and then went to work again. His erection came quite easily with Litty’s fondling. This time Litty took on the dominant role and ‘cow girled’ Scott. Incredulously, the village lass had become a competent lovemaker with all imbued techniques of a professional. She rode him with gusto and vigour with voiced grunts of thrill with every instroke. Scott responded with masculine sounds of his own. She then flipped over for a reverse cowgirl stint with perfectly executed movements of holding his penis and slipping it into her with ease from both positions.

Only sideways spooning position was left and this time, quite realistically, Scott got hold of a condom before he entered her. This, as expected provided us with a perfect view of zoomed in sexual union. Every inch of their parts exposed, they still demonstrated an element of love for each other as the temp built up.

“Hazlo profundo! Follame profundo! Profundo! Fuck!” Litty almost yelled. She meant ‘Go deep. Fuck me deep’

“Oh, yes! Oh yes. Oh my god. This is so good. Your cunt is so warm and soft and tight! I am cumming! I am cumming!” Scott responded.

“I am almost there. Yes. Yes! Yes!”

Then there was the climax with the usual blended sounds of synchronized ecstasy. The cameraman managed to show the tiny expansion of the penile girth and represented coordinated vaginal spasms as little waves seen on the inner lips of her vulva. It was very well done, as if their emotions were morphed into actualization physically in their genitals. I am not sure if those details are ever looked into in pornography. But I am just a novice.

Then we were in for a bizarre turn of events. They were totally unexpected.

Litty, still naked, went to the adjacent kitchen area to prepare Mexican grilled chicken. She then said that she had forgotten some lime that she needed for a marinade and Scott said he would pick it up from the convenience store at the top of the driveway. Scott dressed, apparently thought of driving and then decided to take the short walk.

He turned towards the store passing a little police outpost and just as he was considering his options of lime juice cartons in the shop, the local newspaper front page attracted his attention.

‘SERIAL KILLER IN SOMERTON’ was the headline. That was where they were. As Scott picked up the paper with trembling hands, there appeared a large black and white picture of the feared murderer.

It was a picture of Litty Vaz!

Scott read further that her real name was Leticia Vazquez and she was a married 29-year-old ex-police officer from the town of Buenavista in the outskirts of Mexico City. Scott had thought she was only 22. Her husband was a well-known drug lord whom she had killed together with three others. There were another two that were not confirmed but possibly killed by her by stabbing as well.

Scott didn’t go into the circumstantial details as the local police were looking for her. He literally ran back to the cottage passing the police station with a fearful glance and trotted through the dirt driveway tripping on fallen branches. It seemed like he wanted to help Litty get away. Halfway down the drive the power went off as it is wont to happen in rural areas. He slowed down to a slow walk in the pitch darkness. Perhaps he would take her to safety somewhere. He approached the cottage soft stepping his way onto the verandah, he peered through the large glass window. As flickering flames of the fireplace illuminated the living area, he saw Litty, still nude, at the kitchen counter with a candle and a huge carving knife.

Something shattered within Scott. He stared at the shiny blade of the benign kitchen utensil that had somehow transformed into a possible deadly weapon in his now disturbed mind.

He took off onto the driveway and ran almost blind onto the street saw the darkened police outpost and ran through the gate and through the open door.

The movie ended there.

I quickly stuffed Jagath’s softening penis back in. With that abrupt turn of events and the equally sudden end we were taken aback.

The men ambled out of the room as the lights came on and we, stayed back to fold the throws and put them away in a shelf.

“What do you think?” Jackie asked referring to the movie.

“Good. Very good.” Ana put the emphasis in her tone of voice.

“Learnt a lot.” I joined in.

Jackie lowered her voice with a giggle. “I jerked off Krish under the cover!” she confided.

“Me too!” Ana whispered. “I rubbed myself silly!”

If only they knew!

Admission to Bliss!

We went up to our room with anticipation shared by both of us. Jagath is usually with his male drive, longing for intimacy after a break and I had this new mantle over me that had me very different than what I was. I had shed my pretenses of being sex shy and changed to be my new real self.

As soon as we were in the confines of our room, I ripped my clothes off and asked Jagath to do the same and to his delightful surprise I made him lie down on the bed and straddled him and I actually said: “I want to fuck you!”

There was unmistakable shock in his face. There was also some sexual joy, I believe. “Yeah, go ahead,” he muttered. But he didn’t appear convinced. “you girls seem to have done something that has made serious changes in your outlook.”

I liked the surprise and I wanted to show him how I was now. I saddled him on his thighs and put on a fierce look in my eyes as if I was going to devour him mercilessly. Playfully I growled and hissed like a wild cat. I think he liked that.

He touched and stroked my pubic hair and gently sent a finger in. I had to close my eyes and moan. My wild facial pretenses disappeared. He made sure they never came back by sending another finger in and then he massaged my vaginal wall facing forward. I had this sudden sensation of warmth travelling up from my pelvis and engulfing me. Was that my G spot?

“Oh god, that’s so good. Where did you learn that after seventeen years?”

“I read it recently.”

“Or did someone teach you? Oh, no. Don’t stop. Keep doing it!”

It was so damn good that my hips started moving on his fingers. His finger tips were touching and sliding off glorious places. I was on cloud nine doing something new and wonderful.

Jagath was smiling. “I have never heard of a finger fucking cow girl!” he joked. He started stroking himself with his left hand. He had an erection alright. “My balls are hurting. You know when you are hard for a long time without release.”

“Don’t worry. You are going to cum good very soon!” I panted. A few more fast and furious strokes on his fingers and I stopped; not because I had enough but because I was out of breath. Jagath took his fingers out with all the slimy stuff on it and sniffed it deep.

“Hmmm… What glorious woman scent.” Then to my surprise and joy he sucked his fingers tasting me and sending a warm sensation of affection and deep connection.

“Here look at me. You saw another pussy today and tell me how mine is.”

“Wow! You would never be this way. Why, you would even cover up minutes after we had sex saying that you were shy! Did this movie do this to you?” He patted me on my bum. “I like everything about you. Your face, your smile, your boobs and bum as well. And of course, your pussy. It’s lovely. There is no extra pigmentation like some others. That’s the beautiful part.”

I slowly moved up towards his face until I was sitting on his chest with my thighs wide open. “Look! Am I still beautiful? And where did you see ones with extra pigmentation?”

Jagath laughed that one off. He looked right into my sex. I think he was thinking what I was.

“Eat me, now! Please?” I moved beside him on my knees. That allowed him to lick with delightful touches of the tip of his tongue. He made me lie down and open up for him and he went for the kill.

I could do nothing but submit and hold his head while my fingers walked through his wavy hair. I was about to tell him the technique that Ana learnt from one of her partners but I held back. That might invoke too many questions. Instead when he was kissing my clit, I asked him to bite me there very gently and it was heavenly. He did that over and over again to give me much joy.

I told him I wanted to go down on him and we switched. I always liked sucking his penis. People talk so much about size and make men very conscious and often very inadequate. Jagath was not big but he wasn’t small either. I liked his size. It was mine and loved the shade of his skin there and the way I can draw it back to reveal that fiery red knob. Secretly, I comprehended that circumcised penises lose that colour and acquire skin shade. I remember Phil’s even though I try to shove it away with guilt. Sucking my husband always gave me the intimacy that was the most powerful as I connect in the most personal way while I give him sexual joy. He likes it so much when I play with his balls when I do that and also run my fingers back and forth on his perineum. I adore his taste and the man aroma that emanates from that part of the body is also so sensually strong. Afterall, Jagath’s was the only penis I had tasted in my life. I almost had another but was wise enough to desist.

The major thing was this day was very special. We were both terribly aroused by the preceding events of sexual stimulation and lusted for each other after a gap of a week of abstinence.

We had slow and long sex. It was traditional missionary position and we were totally focussed into each other while our bodies and souls were intertwined. Only our deep breathing and soft moans escaped our lips as tongues thrashed against each other. His hands roamed over my breasts, my neck and my shoulders and mine ran over the contracting muscles of his back and buttocks. I stole a quick thumb and finger feel of his lubricated organ as it thrust into me and out and ‘Oohed’ with thrill at the amount of shared slippery wetness.

“Say something! Talk dirty!” That was the first time he said that to me but I guess it was a recognition of my transition.

“Like what?” I whispered.

“Anything. Anything juicy.”

“OK.” I had to think. “Do it, baby. Do it hard and deep, sweetie. Yes! Fuck me. Rip me. I am all yours. What a lovely penis you have. The best in the world! Oh, god! You are the best! Do you like my hole?” I stopped. I felt a tiny streak of shyness.

“I love it very much, my darling. You are the very best. The best woman, the most beautiful. The best fuck and the best body with the best pussy.” He went faster indicating impending climax. “Oh gosh! I am going to cum. Are you with me?”

“Oh yes!” There is something I did, though rarely. I slipped my hand between us and rubbed my clit and rubbed fast and furious. I had to come with him. Come on!

Come on!

Then his hands glided down to my butt as he always did when he ejaculated and that was my trigger too. I reached my pinnacle just as I felt him go stiff and then jerk his happy fluid of warmness into me. One hand was rubbing and the other moved to his butt and went beyond to the base of his balls to stimulate the last of the thrusts.

With a simultaneous cry of delight, we both ascended and slumped. It was simply glorious.

We stayed motionless for a while and I usually start overflowing; my vagina leaks ejaculate with the most exquisite sensation of slow trickle in my perineum. But this was not my home and not my sheets. I quickly grabbed the bedside tissues to wipe myself and also his lovely manhood that gave me so much pleasure. This overflow thing was a bother when we were young and trying to get pregnant. My gynaecologist had asked me to keep it in me by postural adjustments. I remembered the rather irritating rigmaroles that we had to follow to have a child.

I put my arm around him and threw a leg across his thigh. “That was wonderful,” I said, “we need to stay away for a while and then the fires burn within us. The reunion becomes so enjoyable.”

“Like when you were away in the US for what, six weeks,” he said softly and I had a jolt, “and our make up session was really special in the Airport Sheraton, where I came to meet you.”

I went quiet and my mind was working super fast. The guilt was eating me up and the fact that I had confided in Ana and not my hubby, both of whom were the affected parties, made me quite miserable. “Yeah, that was nice.” I said emotionless and without thinking or meaning it.

I thought for a few minutes, thankful for the time that Jagath gave me by not speaking. I had to make good this moment. He won’t be angry. He will forgive me and also understand why I kept quiet for this long. I must confess and restore trust if any was lost and begin anew if that was required. I organized my sequences, as I was just there a day ago, and began my story.

“I hope I can trust you to understand, Jags. I am going to make a confession and even though there is a reason and a background, I am not calling it an excuse.” I began.

I started the story of my trip to New York two summers ago, and gave him the events in accurate sequence with every single detail including my thoughts and emotions. I did not miss the details of my phone calls to him during the episode and also included the action of the second day.

He heard me largely emotion free with a raised eyebrow very occasionally. When I was done he stared at me for a good fifteen seconds and I thought that I had ruined it all.

Then he half smiled!

When I looked questioningly at him, he asked: “Did you really enjoy it?”

“You must understand, sweetheart, it was not about a sexual need. I was upset and Phil was all kindness and empathy. In that kind of a vulnerable state, things happen. I was a wreck. And for a moment I am not justifying it. I feel sorry and I apologized and I’ll do it a hundred times.”

“OK, I understand.” Clearly, he didn’t! “But… So, was the sex good? I mean, was he gentle?”

“Yes, he was. He was… hmm… passionate, though. Please understand…” My eyes filled up yet again.

He hugged me. “The bastard! It’s OK, Yash. I am not mad. Just want to understand how it helped; even if it did. Did you feel better afterwards?”

“Yes, it did help. I felt better afterwards but not because of sexual gratification.” I wiped my face. “It was a feeling of being looked after and cared for. I was upset.” At the back of my mind I noted that Jagath did not apologize or even mention the Nandini episode from his perspective.

“Did you cum?”

I took a while to recollect. Unlike for him, the climax is not all important for me and often don’t remember those moments. I nodded, not looking at him.

“And how did that mother fucker feel? Was he exploiting you in the condition that you were in? What about Ana?”

Those questions had long answers and I dealt with them with the complete story of Ana and Phil’s open marriage.

We sat in awkward silence for a minute, may be. Then his words shattered the quietness. “I have a confession too!” he said quietly measuring every word with a space and an emphasis on the word ‘confession’.

I looked at him, wide-eyed. All the women he knew ran through my mind like a slide show. I dug deep into my memory for more. “Who? When?” I came across feebly, I guess, with disappointed disbelief.

“It was at the same time that you went naughty. Remember you called…”

“Oh! Nandini!”

“Yes.” He was almost whispering.

“You want to tell me?” I was hesitant. I was uncertain if he would tell me and also unsure if I wanted to hear it.

“Yes, I will.” He mumbled. We lay back side by side, still completely naked. Then he began his story with moments to recollect and organize. Unlike me, he is concise and brief and that’s what I heard.

“That day Nandini and kid, Nisha packed their bags and left. They went to the hospital and she called around six to say that BIL needed to undergo an emergency procedure and Radha, her sister asked her to stay back. She came, had a shower and we got talking and as you know Nandini gets personal and started asking me if I miss stuff without you. Started with food, company and made its way to sex! I told her you might call anytime and she said she would hide. I let that go and then she said she had a condition that she wanted an opinion on. Knowing Nandini I knew this was a red flag but I was not strong enough to cut it off. she took me to the guest room and showed me her left groin area where she had a small hyperpigmented streak. Mind you, she had no undies on, even though she kept herself modest with her hand. She had Googled and found that it might be Acanthosis Nigricans and when I assured her it was probably not and if she had it on the other side as well she simply lifted her skirt and exposed herself completely! I was horrified and showed it on my face and she said why I was shocked and didn’t I remember that she, her brother and I had a skinny dip in a country stream when we were about five years old. I genuinely didn’t remember that episode but she went back to our childhood days and didn’t make any attempt to cover herself! The awkwardness turned to arousal and she was astute enough to notice, I think. She suggested we have some fun as both of us were without partners and I was in paralyzed submission.

“No, nothing like you think happened. She became touchy and felt me up and pulled my pyjama off and when she saw my erection she grabbed me and immediately started stroking me. I promise you, this happened in seconds. Then her daughter rang from the hospital saying that BIL had taken a turn for the worse and she packed her stuff and left again.

“Then you called and I went to my office and I lied saying she had left but she was actually leaving. She passed the hallway waving and you saw her reflection.”

“Oh! All that happened and you kept quiet for so long!” I moaned.

“Yeah! Just like you.” He snapped.

“Was she wearing something Turquoise?”

“May be blue.” Men and their colour blindness.

“And she left you like that? I mean… excited and eh… erect?”

“Ah, actually… actually she felt sorry and hugged me. She encouraged me to, and I jerked off. I was in a halfway mood and had to try hard.” He snorted.

I digested all this slowly. Oh my gosh. We hid so much between ourselves. Amidst these waves of revelations and deep sharing experiences, I was being emotionally overhauled. I resigned to the truth and turned towards and I too smiled at him. I threw a naked leg over his.

“It’s OK.” I snaked my arm towards his groin and held his flaccid manhood. “Was it good? It’s my turn to ask. Was she good down there? Are you sure you did nothing else?”

He said nothing but turned and kissed me full and passionate on my lips. He fondled my breasts playing with my nipple. “Didn’t I tell you? You are the absolute best.”

“OK! Then show me again!”

He did. I mean we did. I fondled him to full hardness, sucked him tasting the dried cum stuff on him and then lay back spread-eagled to receive him. I had a naughty thought.

“Shall we roll play? I will be Nandini for you. After all you didn’t get to do it to her.”

“Hmm… that sounds tasty and you want to think of Phil?”

“Yeah, why not?” I stroked him with love and some regained possessiveness. “Take me from behind.” I cooed and went on all fours.

“You look so wonderfully fuckable looking at you in this pose. Just like that girl in the movie; only better.” He moved into position and I closed my eyes to think of the time when Phil took me that day, almost violently. I felt him falter at the entrance and then make a glorious entry. I searched between my dangling breasts to view the point of our union. I saw my bush and then his balls dangling as he began his slow pumping. I moaned softly and then searched for the Spanish phrase for ‘Fuck me deep’. My memory failed me, so I chose plain English.

“Oh gosh, I will. I am going to give you a big one this time.” He leaned onto my butt and massaged my back and sides and then held my boobs. His index fingers ran over my nipples in synchrony. I loved it.

“Do you want to come this way or is something else better?” I asked breathlessly.

“Is it good for you? Is this what Phil did?”

“Yes, he did it like this. Finish it. Finish me!” I hummed as I moved a step closer to heaven. I started rubbing my clit. This position was the best to do that.

Soon, he climaxed and I needed to ask him to stay, while I reached the peak myself. The ecstasy was magical and I realized that our new-found mantra had revitalized something in us and between us.

I was happy as I went to sleep. The horrors of the previous day were replaced with the opposite; pure bliss!

The Goddess of Oak Lam Droke

We woke up the next day to realize that we had a whole day at the Livera before we left and we had zero on our plans for the unexpected extended time. Jagath and I went for the walk that I was used to doing and also told him the story of Simon coming to escort me back under his umbrella; a tiny bit I had forgotten to relate to him. Something that happened centuries ago!

Over breakfast, the five of us discussed our options and we decided on berry picking on the hill. Jackie had some new-found managerial chores to complete but we were on our way soon. We had our own car now and were sort of a more closely-knit bunch of friends.

Ana jabbered along on some fancy fashion show, with Jackie chipping in occasionally as we sat behind with the men in front talking politics. I was in introspection mode.

Even in this non intimate rather bland setting, my secret senses were active. The lovemaking the previous night was exhilarating and special, though the real impetus for my weird horniness was externally imperceptible but nevertheless a rather real alteration in my internal milieu. Was it the hormones that went riot at my age or was it these few days of extreme sensual living with dicey stuff being said, erotic stories of cheating and memories being shared, juicy secrets being exposed, sensual events happening around us or a powerful combination of all? I couldn’t tell, But, oddly awesome it was!

As the lushness of the hills rushed by past the car window, the thoughts of the lovemaking of the previous night kept thrusting itself back into my thoughts. Jagath, who was seated just in front of me and was in deep conversation with his pal, was my one and only love and my sweetest husband. I liked the closeness that we shared and the profound physical intimacy that we experienced to be ultra special. But I also nurtured a spark of desire constantly and even at that moment I wanted or at least hoped for some sexual intimacy. This was not to the point of ultimate gratification but something that would sooth my sensuous soul. I longed for the masculine nearness that ushered in a sense of being looked after, a feeling of hardness against my body and the absorbing of copious male aroma. These backdrops gave me the high flow of my pheromones.

I had to join in the conversation without being looked at suspiciously. Jagath was within touching distance anyway! I cut in midway to say something about the fashion in our days in our twenties and managed to veer the backseat topic in that direction.

Soon we were at a farm at the foot of a wooded hill. Bright sunlight, filtering through shady trees and a soothing wind greeted us. The hill was on the right with the berry fields adjacent. I wasn’t interested in berry picking that much but was simply there to be together. So, when Krish said he would rather climb the hill, I volunteered to join him. I asked Ana, the sportswoman among us to challenge the slopes but she declined saying she wanted to take it easy.

We decided to meet after about two hours for lunch. Krish and I walked away to our adventure with assurances that it was a safe trail and instructions from the farm owners to follow the little rocks painted in bright orange and directions on blue arrow-shaped boards. Those would lead to a droke, a steep drop into a valley with a spectacular view.

Jackie yelled after us in typical élan: “Behave yourselves, you two!”

“You both take care of Jagath. Don’t do anything to him!” I couldn’t let that go and joined the banter.

The initial climb was a gentle incline and hardly challenged us. We skirted past rocks and kept to the prescribed trail path. Shrubbery and canopies were sparse until we were about fifteen minutes into a brisk walk of our expected hour-long trudge. Krish and I were pretty close for years and we had less mundane stuff to talk about and delved into work, family and friends while we entered the deeper and cooler wooded area. He offered me water and I had a few sips and he had too. I noticed that while I only touched the mouth of the bottle with my lower lip, Krish went the whole hog and covered it with his lips tightly. An innocuous happening but in my heightened awareness it sent a small chill thrill through my body. It was innocent but for me it was some vague and subtle sign of intimacy. It wasn’t his fault at all. It was all mine.

We negotiated the steep footholds on loose dirt and firm stone with help from each other’s helpful hands and I was often being held with his arm around me. Now Krish was a sweet and polite kind of a guy. He had regular facial features, a fashionable beard, moustache and a modern hairstyle. He was lean enough with enough masculinity and well groomed with good manners to be cute and that was the problem here, as my new-found freedom from my old self, was starting an unhurried flicker of forbidden excitement. I felt it without comprehension. Earlier, I might have shunned it decisively or recognized it to admonish myself. Now I did nothing and critically, I felt no guilt!

As karma would have it, more had to come to pass. I was taking a steep step holding on to a branch and hauled myself up about three feet and as I successfully hoisted my weight and landed my foot at the top, I tripped on ground shrub and toppled over. That wasn’t so bad as I wasn’t even slightly hurt, but I felt a sharp nudge and heard something rip. On picking myself up, I noted with horror that a sharp end of the branch had made a V shaped tear in my shorts. It was about eight inches in length but thankfully it was around my right hip area. The loose flap of flimsy linen fabric was hanging downwards and my black panties and good part of my skin above and below my undergarment was visible.

“Are you OK?” Krish asked from below while he followed me but stayed on his feet. “I am OK. Only my shorts are torn.” I held the torn flap against me as I smiled through flushed embarrassment.

“Here take this.” He took off his T shirt and tossed it to me. Wearing a short shirt, I realized that a larger upper garment would hide the damage and preserve my modesty. I wore the soft cotton cream Tee and couldn’t ignore the manliness that it emanated. I am crazy, ain’t I?

An adventurous hike had transformed into a sensual journey; for me at least. We had turned our focus into topics of relationships and infidelity and exchanged views on rarely spoken of borderline controversial subjects. We didn’t speak of personal experiences, though and kept the scope very generic which was comfortable. The physical closeness with me wearing his T shirt and he with his bare chest had its share of narrowing the spiritual gap between us. It was more than a bit arousing for me and I felt the unmistakable feeling of moistness down there.

I assured myself that this was just a fantasy experience and nothing will happen when he broke into my thoughts. “Sorry, I want to pee. I’ll just go into these bushes.” He walked away and just before he disappeared he asked: “Do you want to?”

“No, no. I am OK.” I sort of panicked for some obscure reason. I looked away to give him his privacy.

But I sneaked a look back again. He walked past some dense vegetation and I could still see his ankles when he turned away and then soon I heard his stream hitting the dry rock and sand. Somehow it sounded in harmony with nature and I even desired to go and see him doing it. I imagined if I should have also agreed to go with him to pee together. Oh, my god what a depraved thought!

Whatever obstacles we endured (or the thrills I enjoyed) the view from the top of the droke that we eventually reached was simply gorgeous. We stood there assimilating the beauty of the valley opposite with its rocky scape dotted with trees and interrupted by bright green tea gardens. What added to the romantic atmosphere was the view of a frothy waterfall creeping and splashing between two rock faces apparently silently. At the bottom of the valley, human habitation intervened rudely with a few cottages with crimson roofs sitting around a small body of water.

He offered me some water again and I drank with my lips circled over the mouth of the bottle, like he did. He did the same again. I saw that with that heavenly warmth somewhere deep in my pelvis.

Nature’s enchanting beauty and the gentlest of breezes that caressed my cheeks took me to another world; a planet of perfectness and harmony. We were half sitting on a large rocky shelf. It was most natural to lean on my friend Krish and he sent his naked arm around my waist. “It’s fabulous, isn’t it?” I stated the obvious. “The others should have joined us. Or may be not!” I giggled.

“No, this is special, just you and me.” I wasn’t sure what he meant but I took it the way I wanted to.

“Yeah, very peaceful and romantic… I am sorry I get carried away sometimes.” I too wrapped my arm around his sweaty back.

“I agree. We are allowed to experience that romantic feeling with others too, right? I mean, not anything physical with that person but breath in the air of that dreamy fragrance; the mood, the aura. Am I making sense?”

“I understand.” I thought for a while. I needed to be very aware of my words and be conscious of the consequences. “Love and attraction are fascinating bits of humanness that are often difficult to describe.”

“True. And men and women are so different; often wanting different things.”

“Jagath tells me that men can easily have sex with any woman without an emotional attachment and if she is willing. I had disagreed with him saying that they think they can because their arousal is quick and easy. Just being excited does not mean you can go all the way.”

“That may be true for some guys; not all, I think.” He became thoughtful too and I joined him. Almost imperceptibly we stood there like lovers and I blamed the balmy milieu for ushering that in. If I had to take some blame, I was not alone. Krish had to too!

“What are you thinking?” I asked as I felt his arm tightening around my waist.

“Nothing I should be telling you at the moment.” He looked straight ahead. A tiny smile curved the corners of his mouth downwards. I shuddered internally.

“Try me out. I might like it.” An open invitation to say almost anything.

He said nothing for quite a while. I thought he was finding a way to verbalize his thoughts. “We’ve been friends for a while now,” he began, “our spouses are good friends too. But I have always felt a flutter in my chest when you were near. Now this is a special place; the atmosphere and your nearness are super electrifying.”

“I looked up at him and softly rubbed the side of his sweaty back. Man smell crept into my nostrils. “Me too!” I whispered, needlessly keeping my volume low. The unmistakable wetness down there embarrassed me as if someone would know. I looked at myself to assure me that It wasn’t evident then stealthily looked at his crotch for any signs of reciprocation. I didn’t see any. Contrary to what you often read in steamy prose, you don’t see that bulge in real life.

My reply in the affirmative suddenly hit home. “Really!” He looked at me searching for something that I couldn’t fathom. “You mean that?”

“I guess I do. Depending on what you mean by ‘that’.” My face displayed coyness while I put on a bit of a trampy facies, wetting my lips and then pursing them.

Krishna turned towards me and our faces were inches apart. I turned up towards his mouth and our arms went around us. I felt his breath and the heat of his body. My eyes were half shut and waiting to be shut tight.

Then something snapped within me!

Jagath’s sweet face ran passed my retina, followed by Jackie’s mischievous grin. I pulled away and gently shoved myself apart.

“We can’t do this. I am sorry. It’s wrong. It’s our partners we are hurting. Please, Krish.” I was begging.

“No, it’s not wrong. Our feelings are genuine, no? He moved even closer. “You are so beautiful and sexy. I have told Jackie that I am attracted to you.”

“And she said?” I was curious.

“She agreed that you attracted guys everywhere and made all the women jealous. It is not glamour it is plain and simple loveliness.” He got even closer mesmerizing me with his manliness.

“I love your smell.”

“My deodorant?”

“No silly. Your man aroma.” I gathered some courage to say that. I was the silly one as that urged him on.

“I want your fragrance too.” He sighed. As I wondered what that meant he lifted my arm brusquely vertically and sniffed my underarm. “Ooh! Heavenly. That would be like, you know what!”

He got so close and whether he pushed his pelvis forward with intent I didn’t know but his hardness touched my lower abdomen. I had dropped my arms but his were still around my waist. The moment was too overpowering. I put my hand down without a thought, to feel his manhood and he flinched with a sharp intake of breath. My raging middle age hormones had taken control of my skeletal movements. I didn’t seem to have control of my actions. I rapidly withdrew.

What was wrong with me?

He now went for my lips and I had to pull back. “That was an accident.” I blabbered hollowly.

“Accident?”

“No, I mean I didn’t mean to. It just happened. Please. I am sorry. Let’s go back they’ll be waiting for us. I don’t want to do this again.” I bit my lip as I let that slip.

“Again?”

“Nothing… I meant I don’t ever want to feel like this again.” My swift get out of jail statement went unheeded.

“No, we came up here in forty minutes and we still have fifty-five minutes left and going down is faster.”

“Please, Krish. Let’s go back. We don’t want to do anything stupid. I like you and I would like to do it too. Don’t push me over the brink. I am with you in wanting more but it is wrong. Please, let’s get back to our senses.”

“But you owe me one. You touched me. Let me ask you for one favour.”

“What? Don’t ask me something difficult. Please.” I was almost crying as more and more awareness and reality hit me as I shook myself off some weird sexual trance.

“OK. This is easy. Give me my T shirt.”

That was indeed quite easy. He just wanted to see the exposed part. Without taking it off, I lifted the T to show him my right side and he looked with eyes that were lit up with wanting. There was nothing that was overtly revealing but I guess that kind of a peep show is always titillating. I looked away but I thought I saw him touching himself. “OK, let’s go now.” I sounded like it was final.

He somehow complied, to my unconstrained relief.

I started walking towards the footpath down then stopped. “Hey Krish, give me a good friendly hug and we can be back to our old selves.” I had my arms open.

He came up with that resigned look that jolted lovers had when they meet their would’ve been partners. It was a warm and tight hug until he let his hands stray down to my bum. He was gentle with harmless pats that became quite intimate soft fondling. It was rather arousing when he ran his fingertips down my cleavage there. I was getting carried away again.

“Aha! OK. We are even now. That’s done.” I slipped away.

“You are so soft, smooth and delicious all over!” I ignored that last compliment.

Our walk back was brisk and quiet. For some odd reason Litty and Scott from that porn we saw came back to me. Their intimacy was pure and well portrayed. Their actions to please each other seemed embedded and rooted in love. I didn’t know why I was thinking about it. Is there always a reason why you think about random stuff?

About half way down I asked hesitantly: “No one will… will know about this, right?”

“No. Why would I tell? I was the naughty one.” He admitted. “It’s not good for us both, anyway.”

He was right. I had a significant part to play with the induction of the mood.

When we reached down we had to explain why Krish was shirtless while I wore his. We laughed. Jackie was the first to tease. “I thought you forgot to dress afterwards!” She grinned towards her hubby.

“By the way, you know what that hill is called?” Ana interceded. “It’s called ‘Oak Lam Droke’ and that is something spicy in the local jargon. I believe folks that go up there end up having sex. There is some goddess that does that to you.”

They had picked up two baskets of a variety of berries. We carried them up to the car and we were on our way for lunch.

Sitting again behind my beloved in the backseat, I pretended to be tired and wanting a nap for a bit of introspection in eyes-shut solitude. What had happened to me? Did I have to see a shrink? Just in a few days I had become this male flesh hungry monster. I only strayed once and I regretted it, came clean with hubby and now so quickly, within twenty-four hours I was ready to cheat again; with a friend and a friend’s husband, for god’s sake. It was serious as I definitely wanted, no craved for sex. Some vestige of my former self intervened and salvaged me. If I had succumbed I would have had sex with all three husbands of my friends, much like Phil had with us! Frighteningly awakening it was.

Or there must have been a goddess of sex on Oak Lam Droke!

Filled with Pink

Ana and Jackie convinced me that Krish’s huge-for-me printed T shirt looked quite fashionable, with only the hem of my gray shorts peeping below.

We drove up to a lovely patio place for lunch. Everyone was chatty about the morning ventures and Krish described our little hike, keeping out the juicy stuff well. He gave it such an ordinary flavour that even I could believe that nothing untoward really happened. For instance, he described my shorts ripping as if it happened miles away from him and that he threw his T shirt down to me from some distance so that the proximity that might have caused some thoughts, didn’t have a chance.

Talking of the torn shorts, I had to wear something else instead of an oversized top and we decided that I could step into the shop that we had visited earlier. Krish had some kind of grease smeared, oil soiled work shirt in the trunk that he changed into. The patio was causal enough for us to feel comfortable in our unconventional garb.

I placed the lunch order and ran down alone to the shop that was just opposite. I quickly found a loose-fitting skirt with an elastic waistband, paid for it and crept into the dingy changing room. The place reeked of a shady atmosphere where peepholes and cameras would find utility value, so I just wore the skirt over my damaged shorts and didn’t even take off the T shirt. I had fleeting naughty thought, though. I could have entertained the peeping toms if there were any.

I was done so quickly that I had this compelling thought. I went upstairs using the creaky stairs to the adult loft shop. I went straight to the natural looking dildo I had seen. I asked the same girl if she had the same thing in a smaller size and the old ass from behind chirped: “No, madam. It’s compressible so it will fit.”

“It’s not for me!” I snapped. “I was asked to get a smaller one, OK?” Not sure if my fib worked but a sharp word and a stern stare shut the bloke up.

I paid the thousand odd bucks for the buff coloured version, stuffed it in my handbag and rushed back for lunch. We were being served and I was seated between Jagath and Krish which was an odd coincidence. If at all, I was the fidgety one keeping my hands under the table and ensuring I had a healthy gap between both men. Yes, the distance between both and for what reason I couldn’t fathom. The east-west fusion lunch was interesting and we were done soon enough. On our drive back, we wondered what we should do for our last evening. We said we would decide after a short afternoon siesta.

When we reached the Livera foyer, there was a smiling older smart looking Caucasian gentleman who greeted us. He was tall, wearing khaki shorts, a sports shirt and a baseball cap and had a professional looking camera slung round his neck. His features were sharp accentuated by a fashionable pair of spectacles and he had a gray beard and mustache perfectly groomed.

“Hey! You’re already back here!” chirped Jackie.

“I had to pick some thing I had forgotten. I am going back to town now.” He replied in an American accent. He was gorgeous to look at and while I was devouring him visually the others were chatting with him. Who the hell was he and how did these guys know him?

Noticing that I had a perplexed look, Ana helped out. “This is Jake. Jake, this is Yash, Jagath’s pretty wife. Jake is a Polish artist and he is here to paint landscapes.”

“Nice to meet you.” We shook hands. I reciprocated the greeting. The grip was confident and strong, consistent with a man about six feet two inches tall. “I am also interested in portraits of people.” He explained.

“Sorry but where did you guys meet?” I was completely mystified.

“Oh sorry.” It was Jackie. “We met Jake when we were at the lunch place. You had gone to the shop.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I heard there’s a swimming pool here, right?” Jake asked.

“Oh yes. Just to the left here on this floor. It’s indoor. Oh guys, why don’t we do a swim in the evening?”

All were in agreement, so that was settled. Now even Ana had a male friend if that guy Jake was alone. It will be interesting to see then together.

We went up the stairs and Jagath was dragging himself slowly. I got close to his ear. “Hurry up, Jags. I want to do something.” All the pent up juices needed some serious release.

“Oh my gosh! You are something!” was his hushed response.

I decided that I won’t spoil Jagath’s relationship with Krish. At least for this trip. I took a leaf out of Ana’s book and dug into how I can make the day’s amorous thoughts into positive energy in our marriage. Hurting my husband was not an option and I had to tread through this with abundant caution.

In the room I took off my new skirt and gave Jagath a hilarious catwalk kind of display of my ripped shorts, complete with that classic professional gait. He laughed while undressing and noted again that this was not me. I took off my top and when I was walking to hang it past him he held on to the torn part of my shirts and ripped it off violently. The band still held as I regained my balance.

“What, you want to rape me?” I undressed and fell into his arms. When he took his underwear off he was not hard yet but I was wet as hell. Getting a man hard is the easiest thing and I shuddered to realize that I had done that to another man the same day!

We had sex in the usual unhurried style in the missionary position. I took the liberty to add soft moaning into the mix but he was anxious about being heard and covered my mouth once. I was genuinely enjoying the lovemaking. Faithfully when he climaxed he held my butt and drew me even closer. I didn’t cum but his ejaculation often caused a sympathetic mental orgasm in me, which is often what women experience.

We slept side by side, with his cute soft penis inside me.

We woke up to Ana’s voice and knocking. “Enough honeymooning. We are going swimming in fifteen minutes.”

“No tea?”

“We’ll have a tea break. Jackie is getting them to serve it poolside, Yash.”

Jagath had not packed his swimming stuff but had a pair of shorts with a flowery print that could pass off for one. We were down in the pool in minutes, changed, had the mandatory shower and dived in to join Ana.

I had learnt swimming as an adult and loved it. Regretted often that I didn’t enjoy it in my early youth. Ana was of course a professional swimmer and it was a pleasure to watch her slim body slice through the water with supreme elegance and speed.

“Did you see that gorgeous?” She said swimming up to me. Obviously, she meant Jake.

“Yes. He is quite old, isn’t he?”

“He is fifty-six and sexy.” She glowed. “I am going to wear my flirting devil horns.”

Soon Jackie and Krish accompanied by Jake arrived with the tea trolley. “Tea is served!” Jackie called.

We pulled chairs around the poolside table and sipped the delicious factory fresh tea dust. There were cookies to munch while Ana made herself comfortable next to Jake. The rest of us jumped back in and giggled at Ana’s frisky postures and coy expressions as she chatted god knows what to Jake. He was very correct and polite and it looked like he had dealt with many such hit upon encounters. Krish was obviously a bit uncomfortable around me and kept away. Surprisingly, I wasn’t for some obscure reason. I wanted to be as normal with him as possible but he gave me no chance.

They too joined us soon, Jake wearing a competition style trunks that made him look like a swim pro if not for his balding pate. Ana and Jake swam together may be ten lengths without stopping and then stopped to chat again at the deep end.

I did my backstrokes and relaxing floats when Ana was in my ear again.

“Oh gosh, did you see his muscles? He is a swimmer too. Non-competitive but has to swim daily like a prayer.” She looked at me for any reaction and got none. “He likes you, you know.”

“Rubbish.”

“He asked. Who was that who wasn’t there at the lunch place. I told him your name again and said it was an unusual name but as pretty as the person.”

“OK. Polite talk.”

Ana went back to her flirting while the rest of us did our thing by ourselves. It was relaxing and refreshing and almost like a wind down to our stay and departure the next day. Nothing exciting except to watch Ana’s seduction game that was almost hilarious.

She came back again and announced the earth shaking news that Jake was single and how he was married twice and had split from his girlfriend of eight years, just at the beginning of the year. He isn’t seeing anyone at present and dating nature and its awesome wonders. “He’s cute.” She concluded.

“Nice, but is this all you think of, you idiot?” I scolded Ana.

“Oh, by the way he thinks Yash, you are in your late twenties!”

“Bullshit!”

“I promise. He said he had kids in the thirties and I told him we all had teenagers and he couldn’t believe it. He said he thought Yash was max early thirties!” She winked. “Come talk to him. I am sure Jags won’t mind.” I was more than a bit perplexed as to why he was talking about me. Was Ana pulling my leg?

When Jackie moved away I said: “No. You carry on. He’s on your radar. Good luck! You’ve only one night left!” I sounded a bit coarse and smiled apologetically.

“You think I should go for the kill?” Her face was flushed. “Oh gosh! It would be nice to organize a one-night stand. A good hearty screw!” She made the sound of a moan of ecstasy.

“Urgh!” That was an involuntary expression of disgust from my previous avatar. The new me was excited for her and silently wished her luck.

As we finished our swim and were lazily ambling to the change rooms, Jake who was alongside looked at me right in the face. Oh my god, I thought. He is hitting on me. A further few steps and he spoke.

“Excuse me. I couldn’t help notice…” My heart raced. “Did you lose an earring?”

I clutched at both my earlobes and yes, the right one was missing! It was my mother’s gift to me and her prized possession, of a brilliant diamond affixed on a golden star.

I panicked! “Oh, my goodness!” I moaned. I mumble-moaned it’s actual and sentimental value. I looked at the floor around me.

“Are you sure you wore it? I always say you should take it off when you went swimming.” Jagath was being himself.

Jake was the one to offer to help. “OK, guys,” he seemed to take charge. He patted me softly on my shoulder. “Let’s have all the lights on. We can split into six sections, there’s six of us, and comb the floor every inch; like go right across the breadth and then advance six inches at a time and cover the breadth the other way.” He demonstrated and also pulled out a flashlight form his bag.

Then he did something innovative. He came to me and ran the flashlight beam across my left earring to see at which angle the piece of jewelry reflected the light most or indeed if it shone at all. He held my head and tried all around along the diameter of the base and then declared: “It sparkles back in all directions, no doubt. We can find it.”

“What if it is in the pool?” I was so upset with myself.

“Then we won’t find it now. We need to empty the pool and use a filter. We must look outside first.” He seemed so sure and confident in his method. “You see, I was called the finder in the family. They always look to me when something is lost or misplaced.”

With two brooms and a flashlight and six pairs of eyes it took Jackie just under fifteen minutes to find the damn thing on the far end of the pool just outside the change room. It was a miracle with regards to the chances as I spent most of the time in the water.

“Thank you so much, Jackie and all! Thanks Jake, and sorry to make you guys toil because of my carelessness.”

We finished our last swim at the Livera and went up to our rooms, got changed and dressed and came down for our last supper and we were promised something special, again by our new CEO of the facility, Jackie. There were a few more guests and we were all seated together on the massive and magnificent dinner table. Our group and Jake were together in one section. Jackie took the head of the table with Krish on one side and Ana on the other. I was sandwiched between Jake and Jagath to Ana’s left.

Mary was back taking our requests from the bar and then our four course dinner was served.

Jake divided his time courteously between Ana and myself. He spoke of jewelry since mine was the centre of our devoted attention in the evening. He spoke of Polish jewelry especially his liking for the precious stone, zincite as a beautiful though apparently crude and random shaped treasure. I said I’d like to take a closer look at those.

He generally sounded very kind and respectful and observing him gave me another take on his sharp features and even teeth; so regular I thought he wore dentures until I dispelled that when I noticed some imperfections. He patted my hand once or twice when he spoke and for some mysterious reason I was reminded of Phil doing the same. His nearness was enchanting as well as educating. I can’t deny the feeling of some secret closeness that blossomed during dinner and a quiet melancholy regret that we will be departing the next day. I had begun to like Jake.

We also heard from Jackie that uncle Ollie was arriving by train and bus the next day and would Krish pick him up. Jackie had to stay to do some paperwork and Krish asked Jagath whether he would accompany him and he agreed. We walked up the stairs after a rather sumptuous dinner feeling a bit blue that our reunion was about to conclude. When Krish and Jagath come back with uncle Ollie we should be all packed and ready to go. It was a two-hour journey up and down to the bus station which was a little closer than the railways. We should be off around ten, we decided.

Through the corner of my watchful and jealous eye, I saw Ana walking away with Jake, and who knew where they were going!

Back in our room, I was longing for another session of intimacy and Jagath went: “Again?”. Yes, I was needy now and quite different but I had discovered my true self on this trip.

“Come on. You can do it, darling.” I took off my clothes and slipped in under the sheets. Jagath was still fiddling with his underwear and I knew how men felt afterwards. They had a refractory period after ejaculation when drive and desire dipped to a low and things don’t work in the love making department.

However, he reluctantly got under the covers nude and I tried my fondling but he remained soft. I kissed him passionately until he was breathless but he was still physically unresponsive. Then I decided to put my afternoon purchase into good use. I got out of bed and picked up the dildo I had bought and ripped the packaging to bring out the realistic beast for its first performance. I was thankful that the thing came with preloaded three AAA batteries.

“What is that?” asked Jagath, I guess squinting through the dim light.

“A substitute for you, my dear.” I retorted curtly.

I put the thing close to his face and drew back the life like foreskin to attempt him to get jealous.

“Wow!” he went. “You really bought a dildo?”

“Yes, I did. I realized that there will be days when you won’t feel up to it and I am sure you don’t want me to go around asking men to fuck me, no?”

“Geez! I am truly amazed how a few days can change you like this.”

I switched the dildo on and a healthy whirring filled the air. I applied some lubricant and I was all set to go. This was a first for me and this gadget was huge, both in girth and length. But that’s what is good about it. It will give you a better than life experience. The toy was complete with balls and short pubic hair so the experience of touching and feeling it was real especially because the batteries also brought the thing to a realistic body temperature.

I took the curved shaft softly into my folds and felt the thrill engulf me. I consumed the whole hugeness with not much fuss. I tried to touch what I thought was my G spot but I was already on a high. My right hand went to my clit and my eyes were shut tight.

I felt Jagath moving closer and then get a view of what was happening at the business end. I was moaning and he asked: “What are you thinking of?” There was a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“Nobody but you, sweetheart. Can you do it now?”

“No, my thing is tender and it will hurt if I get hard.” He placed his hand on my flexed thigh. “Couldn’t you get one in our colour?”

“What?”

“This thing; the artificial prick,” he almost spat that word out, “do they not make it in anything else other than this ghastly pink?”

“I can’t see down there, hon!” I giggled. “It feels like a real penis and like you pretty much.”

Not sure he accepted that consolatory statement, but he did turn back to me and kissed me on my cheek. “I like you like this but I get worried that what happened in the US will happen again.”

“Same fear for me, babe. I will never stop loving you. Please remember that.” I declared through heavy breathing. “That was a chance and emotionless occurrence due to my extreme vulnerable status.”

I felt his hand edging my hand off myself and take over rubbing on my clit. He was participating and that was nice. “Why aren’t you shoving that thing in and out? You’re just holding it.”

“It’s vibrating, you silly. You want to take over and move it in and out? Do it!”

He took over, handing me back my clit duties. “Wow! It looks so good to see it. Never seen this happening to your pussy. And listen to the slurping!”

“That happens when you do it too. Oh god! It’s So good. Do it. Faster. Faster!” I groaned and then grunted long. I had a free hand and went to caress him. I saw faint stirrings of an erection. “Oh, make him big and put him inside me. I want that not this.”

He got himself to maximum hardness and with a bit of a wince here and there he managed to do it. I threw the whirring dildo aside and climaxed before him as I was super excited. I stayed with him and then had that compassionate spasm when he pumped his man juices into me; the second time for the day and that was pretty rare recently. I switched the vibrator off as it was still alive and thanked it mentally for getting all this started.

It looked innocent lying there like a real piece of manhood amputated from some unfortunate white person. I wished there were the choice of colours; an olive hue for Jagath or even a chocolate or caramel like Phil.

Jagath sighed his appreciation and said there was some pain and complained that it was unfair that women could go on and on. He was probably right about that.

Just as we were dozing off, I heard the ting of a text message. It was Ana and she said: ‘Shit show! The bastard says his apparatus does not work. Fucking waste of time!’

“What was that?” Jagath got curious.

“It’s Ana. She says something is not working. Never mind.”

I thought of another colour the dildo could be. It could stay pink and be like… like Jake!

I was woken up early as Jagath was moving around the room. It was 5:50 AM and he was getting ready to go with Krish to pick up uncle Ollie. He was almost fully dressed and I got up, looked at the dildo lying on the bed, remembered the night’s happenings and put the thing away before I forgot. Had a quick wash and was just coming out of the bathroom when Jagath was waving saying he will be going down for a coffee. I put out a desperate hand preventing him from opening the door as I was naked. He grinned and asked me to put something on and as I went away from doorway sight he stepped out.

I changed into my usual walk attire as I decided to do it one last time and instead of my torn shorts I wore my new gray skirt. I passed Krish and Jagath, wished them a safe drive and went through the glass doors to the welcoming shades of an orange dawn.

I skipped down the steps and walk-ran down the first few steps when I noted somebody in the gazebo. Who would it be but Jake wearing his rimless square glasses in a T shirt and surprise, in a green and violet lungi; the wrap around night and casual wear in this neck of the woods. He glanced back and then went back to peer through his camera, mounted on a stand. Of course, what Ana texted me flashed through my brain.

“Good morning. Up so early?”

“Ah yes. Good morning.” He looked towards me. “Yes, this is the best time for landscapes and I see some lovely birds here too. What are you up to? A run?”

“No, just a walk.” I may have caught him checking out my legs but that may be my brain working overtime with the humungous amount of recent environmental and social stimuli.

He picked up his camera stand. “I’ll come down with you to the southern border. There are lots of shoot opportunities there.”

He joined and me in the short walk he inquired when we were leaving, where I lived and whether we were regulars here. When we reached the bottom of the hill, he perched himself on a higher ground and set up the camera. The view was simply magical. The misty valley with the trees and meadows and the occasional rocks were just too beautiful to ignore, even for a not so crazy nature lover like me.

“See you later.” I said and continued my walk and he waved back.

I rushed up the slope with some kind of hidden energy, did the flat part at a brisk pace and then trotted down the slope to keep up my daily quota of calories expended. Jake was still engrossed in his capture and I went passed him when he called out: “After you do your exercise bit, can you stop here for a moment?”

I waved in the affirmative and continued. Maybe I burnt more than I usually did but I was quickly back with him after having done three and a half of my distance. I will anyway have to do the hike back to the building, so it was OK and Jake was charming to talk to, anyway.

He looked away from his lens and looked at me with a kind, friendly handsome face. He put his chin to the top of the cylinder that was his fist.

“Don’t know how to say it but I had a very creative moment.” He began, “Wondering if you would mind being the foreground of that scene beyond the fence?” then seeing the look of trepidation on my face, he added: “You will be facing away, so no question of being recognized, even if you care. I thought it would give life to the picture especially with the wind blowing. The scenery is captivating, no doubt, but a bit dreary for the ordinary viewer.”

“Sure.” I agreed without even thinking when I emerged out of my stupor.

“That’ll be great. Do you mind untying your hair, please? It would be nice to see it floating in the wind.”

“Oh, that would be fine, but I don’t have long hair. You should ask Ana. She’s got more than shoulder length” That was a wicked trick.

“No, this is not planned or important. I’ll just do with what’s here now.” That was either an insipid or clever reply.

I had to lean against the wooden fence with my chin and elbows on it and he waited for the wind and rapid fired shots at whatever speed to obtain the best shot.

“We’ll wait for another gust, please. They look good but can be better. I need to adjust my aperture.”

There was the wind again from the east, albeit a very week one but he got some shots while I maintained the same boring pose. I didn’t need to be told that was not sufficient and I was getting goosebumps thinking that I was the subject. Something I had never been.

Sure enough there was a healthy blowing in minutes and it went long and strong. Jake had a string of shorts taken. Secretly, I wished my new linen skirt would blow upwards to provide a good view for the camera. It was a slutty thought that, and again surprised my old self. Yet, that was me now.

Jake showed me the shots, about twenty or thirty of them on the tiny camera screen and promised to show them to me on his laptop before we left later that morning.

“I thought you were a painter. But you are a keen photographer as well.” I observed.

“They are both arts of visual creativity, aren’t they? One reflects what’s on your mind and the other recaptures what is the present. Yes, I do some photography for selected publications especially a group that publishes ‘The Gal Pal’ ”

“Oh, my gosh!” I exclaimed. “That’s the group I have a lot of contact with. They deal with issues related to women’s rights and feminism. I was in the US under their sponsorship two years ago!”

“Oh lord! I provided their cover photo that year. 2017, you said. Yes. I have that with me and a few more from the previous years. I can show them to you. I do a lot of photo and video work for them”

“Wow! That’s simply amazing that I meet someone connected with Gal Pal.”

“You can see my name on all their publications and most of their international photographs. In fact, I am their official photographer at all their international events.”

“Oh!” I was thoughtful and tried to dig my brain for names that were familiar.

“Jakub Gowkowski is my official name.”

“Oh my god! I remember that name. Did you not come to New York and Boston for the conference on Women’s Health and Reproductive Rights?”

“Yes, I was there! You were too?”

“Yes. I heard your name around but never met or even saw you! Or maybe I didn’t notice.”

“And I didn’t see you either, though you are difficult to miss!” He laughed mischievously. “It’s a small world, huh? Come up to my room and I will show you more photo and video clips form those meets.”

I glanced at my watch. It was six-forty and there was plenty of time. “Yeah. I’ll drop in. Now?”

“You are leaving this morning, aren’t you? Do you have time now or do you want to come later?”

“I’ll come now.” I was excited as I found someone who was part of my passionate journey of equality and progress for the global woman. I went happily with him upstairs.

Any red flags that may have fluttered in my foggy brain were obliterated by the tiny bit of news from Ana that his ‘apparatus’ was non-functional.

Jake’s room was typical of a man that was a zealous hobbyist. Books and papers strewn all over with photographic equipment mixed with easels and painting stuff everywhere. It was unbelievable that he had just arrived the previous day.

I sat in the armchair in the corner that was offered to me. He hooked his camera SD card to his computer to browse the photographs and while doing that he passed a few Gal Pal publications with his photographs for me to see. I went through those with happy memories and familiar and famous faces of people I met.

I saw one with me in a group in New York! It was the day when I was with Phil and I looked very happy in spite of the turmoil at home. Jagath used to say that women get a ‘Fuck Glow’ after gratifying sex. That was me on that day.

“Hey! There’s one with me you took.” I held out the glossy page. He came over. “There were many photographers, I think. You were one of them.”

“I don’t remember exactly but it was taken by me.” He held the page, inspecting the picture closely. “You look very pretty.”

I blushed. I can’t deny that it felt good to have yourself being appreciated by someone you kind of like.

“Here, come take a look at today’s photographs.” He announced.

I glanced through the thumbnails that all looked essentially the same. The expanded view had the subtle differences and of the forty odd takes, all of them had my vanilla cream top and smoke gray skirt contrasting with the greenery in the background. Yet the gray clouds and the glow of daybreak gelled well with my clothes. My dishevelled hair was blowing to my right with strands taking various shapes through which the landscape peered. As I went further down to the last ones, when the wind was strong, I stopped at one that had me rivetted. The skirt was pressed against my left hip and thigh and instead of bellowing out, it was pushed between my legs and my crevice displaying my butt in an obscene way.

“That one’s possibly the best!” Jake broke into my thoughts and sliced through my embarrassment.

“What? It looks gross!” I protested.

“Are you crazy? Look at the scene behind you. Your flowing hair compares with the leaves and branches reaching out it seems, on the Neem tree behind. Look at that rock and the adjacent chunky tree trunk they match you below the waist. It’s a masterpiece, accidental, though it may be.”

I looked at the picture again. I tried in vain to wear the eyes of a connoisseur. I scanned the background and it looked nice but my backside somehow didn’t fit there. “I don’t know.” I said giving up.

“This photograph will fetch me some cash. My paintings I only manage to sell through my club ‘The Brushers’ and the prices are very modest. But if I make it big on the pictures, I get a couple of thousands if I am lucky. I will certainly share it with you.”

“Oh my gosh. I guess I am OK as I can’t be recognized anyway.”

Jake then showed me his entire portfolio of landscape photography and pictures of his paintings; most of them were of things like gates, wells, cottages and belfries with structures that enhanced a specific theme. He also had women paintings and they were from all parts of the world. Some of them were nudes.

In my opinion his portraits were more realistic and had more character embedded in them. The facial features of emotional expression were impressive and skin texture in relation to age and activity were starkly real.

“Are these real women?” I asked.

“Well most are out of photographs with some anonymized but a couple of them, they modelled for me.” He flipped through some and pointed to a few. “This is a woman from Ghana and this from Puerto Rico and this one is from Taiwan.”

The Ghanaian and Taiwanese were nudes. “Did these women sit in the nude to be painted by you?”

“Yes. That’s how it needs to be done.”

“Wow! How long does that take?”

“Many sessions. May be a total of about ten to twelve hours.”

As odd as it might seem, I felt happy for these women who sat or lay down while their intimate images were being appreciated and propagated for further sharing. Would I do that?

“I don’t know how to say this but…” My face went red, my heart was at a high clip and my body felt hot. I kept looking at the screen. “would you mind me… me make a painting of you?”

“In the nude?” I regretted saying that as I had jumped the gun.

“No, no. Oh, well if you are OK, we could do that as well. But as you noticed I have no one from this part of the world in my collection and people are not very forthcoming here.”

I went quiet. In fact, I was stunned into silence. I looked at my watch. It was seven-five.

“Oh, it may be time for you to go.”

“No, no.” I hurried to let him know. “But… but you said it takes twelve hours…”

“No, I can’t do the painting. I will take a couple of pictures and work on the painting without you.”

“Let me think about it.” I was actually thinking of posing nude for him when he hadn’t asked for that explicitly. “How do you want to take the picture? I mean…”

He thought for a while as he let his glasses dangle from his thumb and forefinger. “Come to think of it anything from you would be great. You are very beautiful to look at and you can pass off for a youngster too. You are in good shape and I can take a full length or just a bust or even a face.” He gave me some time. “Don’t want to force you and there may be money in it as well if I get a deal.”

I didn’t realize that I would ever face a situation like this in my entire life. But here it is and I couldn’t deny the thrill and secret excitement and indeed the arousal associated with being photographed and painted in the nude. As long as, I reminded myself very firmly, that I am not recognized and it became known. I had hubby, family and kid to worry about.

“I should not be recognized. In any photograph or painting. And you’ll delete the photograph after you finish?”

“Oh, for sure. I won’t even take your face. Deal!”

“Ok I’ll do it!”

“Naked?”

My nod in the affirmative was slow but deliberate and definite. The problem is that doubts surface a while later. Who was this man? I met him less than twenty-fours ago and I am agreeing to pose nude for him; something I have not even done for my husband!

I hardly heard him when he said: “Use the washroom and use this sheet as a wrap and I’ll get myself organized. Don’t worry. I am a professional. And you are free to pull out any time.”

In a trance of sorts, I looked up and took the sheet he offered and walked into the adjoining bathroom. I stripped naked and wrapped the white sheet around me as advised. I was not thinking clearly but there was a desire to be desired and appreciated and loved and made love to that was quite alien to me but was real and intense in the present.

I took my time to think it over and decide if I wanted to bail out. The longing for sexual intimacy in any form was quite compelling and I walked out. The bed was made and ready for me. I gathered I had to lie there to be photographed.

“Cheer up, Yash. You don’t have to do this if you don’t. I am not forcing you. Please!”

“No, you are not. I am sure of what I want.”

“But you look so tense and worried. You should be happy doing this or you shouldn’t” I thought he was being honest.

“I want to do it. It is my discovery of myself. The apprehension is that this is a first and I am not sure of the consequences of my actions.”

“I understand.” He reassured. “You are going to be totally anonymous. There are no identifiable features and I can give you a written statement that you are entitled to your right to sue me if I dishonour that.”

“I know.” I acknowledged and agreed and displayed a bright smile to prove it. “We must be quick as my husband will be back,” I looked at my watch again. “in about forty-five minutes.”

“OK let’s get started. Lie on your tummy, please. And take off the sheet. It’ll be quick; ten minutes, maybe.”

I was relieved that I was doing that first instead of a frontal shot. Once I revealed myself to Jake’s camera, I picked up a pillow and covered my head. I was super nervous about being identified wherever this was going. Jake asked me to make some adjustments to my torso and limbs like a bend here and an extension there. Then I heard the clicks. Some of them came with a flash and my sensitivity and excitement was evident that with each sound, I was feeling that surge of good feeling travel all over my body. I am sure it manifested in widespread gooseflesh. I wondered if it would show in the pictures.

Jake was extremely professional and said nothing until this: “Beautiful. Now can you flip over, please.”

Wasn’t sure if the compliment was for himself or me. I kept the pillow on my face as I turned over. Contrary to what I had imagined, it was easier than I thought. Shyness had given way to pride and confidence in the way I looked and how I was now worthy of being a subject of, well, an art form. The only streak of doubt emerged from the fact that I was married and was doing this behind my loved one’s back.

Jake, though remained thoroughly professional and very correct.

“Nice.” He muttered and then the expected rearrangement of limbs positions He wanted most of my neck visible so I had to pull the pillow higher. He obviously wanted my thighs slightly parted as I had kept them together behind a final frontier of modesty! Then he said the first thing that was extremely intimate. “Lovely that you are wonderfully natural. Can you brush your hair towards the sides; like there is a central parting, please?”

I blushed, I was sure but I brought one hand down and used two fingers to comb the strands the way he wanted them. “OK?”

“The lower bit too.” He got closer and I thought he was going to help me do it. But he didn’t and to be honest, I was disappointed. He was happy. “Perfect!” he declared.

He then knelt on the bed beside me to take his shots. I didn’t see him but could hear and feel the nearness. The clicks done and then the time when he scanned the images and took a few more he said: “Done!”

I peered from behind my pillow and he was smiling down at me. He was still wearing his batik lungi and T shirt. I smiled back and we held that pose for a while.

“You are such a beautiful woman.” He said that so softly, almost a whisper and very, very slowly. I realized I was completely naked on his bed. I also recollected what Ana said, that he was impotent. I was not thinking that far. I just wanted him to hold me and be by my side for a few minutes.

“Thank you.” I beamed. “You are very kind.” Then my smile went away as I was overtaken with a strong urge to feel him against me. My actions became enslaved by my emotions. Almost involuntarily I pulled the top knot tucking down his lungi and it fell away. He was wearing classic style blue boxers underneath. “It’s unfair. You still have clothes on!” My tongue too was commandeered by my hormones. I hooked my fingers in the white elastic band. His smile had morphed into a look of lust or so I thought. He looked over my nakedness again and I saw an almost imperceptible nod.

I pulled his boxers down. My nails tenderly scratching his groin and his thigh slowly as his manhood appeared. He was a big man. He was big down there alright but what was captivating is the vibrant colour of his thing. It was a lively, lifelike and rich pink. Close to the tip on the left side of his shaft was an irregular brown-crimson raised area. “It’s a birthmark.” He explained.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, don’t feel it’s there at all.”

“Can I touch it? I mean…”

“Yes, please. But I am slow. I don’t react like younger folk.” He was being honest. Then he shared something. “Yesterday, your friend Ana wanted me to sleep with her. I mean, she was blatant. I had to tell her that my apparatus doesn’t work.”

“Let me try.” I touched his uncircumcised long and thick penis. It was soft, smooth and a shiny. “You are very beautiful!” I exclaimed. “Ana and her hubby are free and try out a lot of stuff.” I defended my friend.

“Yes, she said they were open.” He looked down. “Boy this is nice!” He was referring to my hand on him. I saw no change of turgidity, though.

“Shall I stroke you? Will that help?”

“Oh yes!”

Garnering and employing all my gotten knowledge on handling a penis, I went about as gingerly as I could. I drew that delectable skin away from the beautiful knob and then let it slide back into place. I repeated that holding it so gently as if it was fragile. A few minutes of this and what would have had Jagath hard as a rock was doing not much here. I felt his soft sac with my other hand and fondled it with caring. I don’t care much for the appearance of male junk but this was sculptured to perfection if there ever was one.

I had this irrepressible desire to feel him orally. My tongue longed for his taste.

“Can I kiss you here?”

“Of course. dear.”

Without the loss of a second, I took him in my willing mouth. I moved on his shaft in and out and then I felt some change of girth; the beginnings of a certain throbbing, though feeble. I went full clip with my lips, my tongue, my fingers of both hands and my soft moans of flattery. He did grow and was full blown.

“Hurry!” he cried, excitedly, “Can I go in? I mean into you?”

“Please!” I begged. “I want it.”

He knelt over me with me still caressing his now engorged massive organ. I spread myself open for him I was ready and wanting it.

“Do you think I am a slut? Cheap? A whore?” I panted.

“No, you are the most beautiful woman I know.” Exaggeration or not, I had brought him to where he was now and I ought to fulfill him. With my other hand, I raised his T shirt and ran my palm down his side and felt the muscles bunch and harden as he lowered himself. His tip touched my core with an impulse that made me jerk. He knew he had to be slow as I was relatively small for him. He did that with caring and I could feel the pleasurable piercing inch by inch; and he had plenty of inches. The deeper he went the more I soared. Now both my hands were on his back and felt the steel girder like muscles on either side of his spine control his plunge. He reached maximum with a synchronized sigh from us both. My legs went up to wrap him and he began his strokes. I was crushed by his enormous weight. His length hitting me deep in my pelvis was a new experience and it was an incredible feeling.

“I never felt this good.” He whispered through panting. His east European accent was percolating through, with his filters down with carnal excitement.

“Me too!” That was automatic.

The going was steady for a few minutes of enjoyment then I felt the grip was getting loose and he slipped out. “Sorry, I find it difficult to sustain my arousal.”

“No worries. Let me help you.” He hoisted himself on all fours and I milked his slimy member again to full hardness. It was one of the sexiest things I did, on my life list.

“OK. Let me do it soon.” The urgency denoted some anxiety and that was not good for ideal performance. I needed to keep him going. I rubbed his back and massaged his strong lumps of muscles in his buttocks and tickled his perineum and the back of his scrotum. He moaned his appreciation. There was sophistication even in his sexual vocalization. It was not overt and crass; instead it had dignified class!

He said he was close, but I, with my focus on keeping him going was far from cumming. “Me too!” I lied. With every stroke now, his breathing became longer and louder and he tensed for one last push and then climaxed. For such a large organ his squirting was small in volume and the expansions were moderate. I faked mine in synchrony. I had to and I thought he believed he had done it.

He grabbed some tissue and shoved it down there, like a true gentleman, as he slipped out of me and moved to my side. He was exhausted and I put my arm around him to feel his breathing to recovery.