Indian Wife Blacked in Goa

 “Seat number 50....seat number 50....” Mira mumbled as she walked through the narrow passage in the train compartment. “Aaahhh...seat number 50...” She said triumphantly as I found her seat but was a little disappointed seeing another man sitting on it. The middle aged man looked up to her and was a little startled to see a young woman giving him a nasty look. He realised that he was in her seat as she waved my ticket in his face. Grudgingly, yet lazily he stood up and walked away.

She continued staring at him till he walked out of sight. She threw my backpack on the berth and made herself comfortable next to it. She was the first passenger to enter the compartment. The train started from this station and she knew it would fill up completely within no time. She pushed her back pack under the lower berth which had been allotted to her. She always preferred the lower berth as it offered her the flexibility to move around instead of clumsily climbing down from the upper berth. The air conditioners of the compartment had just been switched on and it was still hot inside. Mira wiped the sweat off her neck and forehead and just sat back and waited for the journey to start. Slowly, more and more passengers started coming in and in no time the compartment looked full.

They had been planning this trip for months. They as in Mira and her husband Raghav. Raghav was stationed abroad and she was back here in India. They had been married for six years of which Raghav spent 4 years abroad. She noticed the one berth in front of her were still vacant. She hoped and prayed for a good travelling companion; someone who wouldn't be a bore like a typical Indian family or some creep. She gazed out of the window, watching trains slowly chug past, people walking on the platforms further. The rumbling of the train air conditioner, the sounds of many passengers talking, babies crying, the stench of average Indian train station. Alas....her vacation was starting.

As she looked out of the train window, she recalled how her marriage to Raghav; arranged by their parents, as it happens in most cases in India. Raghav was a couple of years older than her at 26 years old. He graduated from a prestigious engineering college and India and landed a lucrative job in software company. Mira had just finished my MBA and was fishing for a job when her parents told her about Raghav. The match was too good to be denied, her parents claimed and a year later, she was married. Raghav was a good husband. Kind, supportive and good looking. Mira too landed a job and they both set out to build our dream world together. They bought a house, two cars and were steadily building a great financial portfolio.

Their sex life was great. She was a virgin on her wedding night and the moment Raghav deflowered her, she fell deeper in love with him. The moment he made his first move on her, I knew Raghav wasn't a virgin. She wasn't bothered about it but rather was happy that she didn't have an amateur to make love to. The next couple of years they fucked like rabbits. Spontaneity and inventiveness was Raghav's forte which made her toes curl so very often. However, as years passed staleness set into the marriage and things slowed down as they usually do. They both got busy with their respective careers as the responsibilities at work grew. Raghav started gaining weight and his hair line starting to recede. Mira joked once that before the wedding, Raghav’s stomach was in and his hair was out and now after years of marriage, his stomach is out and his hair is in.

Mira too on the other hand had gained weight but she made it a point to work hard to keep the weight to a minimum. Her waist size, though had grown by a couple of inches but her breasts and her butt had gained quite a lot. From a modest B cup, she was now a proud owner of large C cup. Raghav's onsite posting to the United States slowed things down a lot. She wanted to go with her husband but since her company wasn't sending me to the States and I wasn't getting a work visa there, my hopes of living with my husband were dashed. They visited each other twice a year and she counted the days before his two-year stint abroad would come to an end.

This trip was just another visit Raghav had planned. But instead of going through the same routine of meeting family and friends on his whirlwind trips, Mira suggested, in fact she put my foot down and demanded that she and her husband must take a holiday; just the two of them alone for a fortnight that he would be here. So, she was in the train on the way to Goa and Raghav would join me the next day when he'd land at Dabolim Airport in Goa. So here she was, on her way to a vacation with her husband. A while later, she felt a light jerk and I realised that the train was moving. Her week long journey was starting as the train slowly chugged out of the station. The train driver honked the horn as is customary at the beginning of every journey.

As the train slowly picked up speed, moving passed the platform, she realised that the berths in front of her were still empty. Perhaps she wasn't going to get any company or maybe someone would join later on. For now, she was happy to be alone.

The next morning, after an uneventful journey, the train pulled in to Madgaon station and everyone started getting off the train. She saw her fellow passengers with their bag packs on their backs as they walked away towards the best time of their life.

Meanwhile, Mira boarded a cab and head straight to the hotel at Morjhim beach. She had meticulously researched everything for this trip to make it a perfect get away for her and her husband. The hotels, the sights to see, the places to visit, the whole itinerary was planned with precision. She wanted this vacation to be perfect. Only thing missing was Raghav who was on his way to Dabolim airport and would arrive soon.

'Still stuck here' Raghav's message read. Mira was surprised to get his message. She thought he would be on his flight to Dabolim. The moment she read it, a sense of dread filled her heart. What did he mean still stuck here! She had to find out and I called him. A couple of rings later he picked up the call.

“Where are you?” She asked him.

“Still at Heaththrow.” He replied, sounding dejected.

“What! You're still there? You were supposed to land here by now.” She replied. Raghav was to fly from London to Dabolim and should have been here by afternoon but he was still there.

“The damn volcano in Iceland erupted and the flights across Europe are delayed. I've been stuck here at the airport for a day now!” He replied.

“When will the flights resume?” Mira enquired.

“Looking at the news report and the rumours going around; I don't think I will be able to get out of here for at least.... 2 days.” He said, especially hesitating to say '2 days'

“2 Days....What the hell!!!” Mira yelled. She yelled so loud that the cab driver turned back to look at her in surprise.

“Calm down honey...” Raghav tried to calm her down.

“Calm down...Calm down...How the hell am I supposed to calm down?” She yelled again. This was supposed to be their time together after almost a year and now that 2 days out of a week were supposed to go waste, she was in no mood to calm down.

“You only got an 8-day vacation sanctioned, of which you would be travelling for 2 days and I get barely 6 days with you and now this!!!” Mira said as tears welled up my eyes.

“Honey...relax...it is just a vacation...we can go later.” He said and that pissed me off even more.

“Just a vacation!!! You and your stupid on site friends are having a blast over there. Your project gets delayed every time and I end up just seeing your weekend getaway pics on Facebook. When will I have my own getaway pics!!!” She yelled at him.

“Ohh C'mon” He said raising his voice a little, “It's not that I am having a blast over here...It is not my fault that the project deadline gets extended every time. I am suffering here too.” He said in a tone of defending himself.

“Yeah....that is some suffering you've got!! Your trip to Florida last month was torture wasn't it and the trip to Atlantic City and Aspen and god knows where else...all that was so excruciating wasn't it!”

“What can I do then? Sit at home and weep? The company isn't ready to sponsor your visa and you aren't willing to leave your job to join me here! What the fuck do you want me to do Mira?” He shouted in the phone. His voice was loud enough to make me move the phone away from my ear.

“Hello....Hello Mira...” She heard Raghav's voice from the phone. She was by now angry, dejected and depressed knowing that the vacation that she was so looking forward to was destroyed. She just didn't feel like continuing the argument and cut the phone call.

She covered my face with my hands and wept. She didn't want to fight with her husband but these fights had become a regular affair these days. She missed him and she was sure he missed her too but the distance, the different time zones and all the time apart was taking its toll on their relationship.

“Madam...we have reached the hotel.” The cab driver said. Mira opened my eyes and looked out of the window. It was indeed the hotel she had booked rooms in.

The driver carried her luggage to the reception and left after him paid him the fare. The hotel receptionist checked her in and she was soon walking to my room. The hotel was a small property. She had read about it on the website. It had just 10 rooms but had every other amenity. It was very clean, very centrally located and had everything that a guest could want including a swimming pool and 24-hour internet connection. But most of all, the reviews she read about the service in this hotel drew me to it. The hotel was a single stories structure spread out over a couple of acres of land. The facade of the hotel was made of beautiful red sand stone which is available in abundance in costal India. The outer corridors were lined with green plants and a few coconut trees.

There was a porch in front of my room where a coffee table with two chairs were placed. The door of the room was antique styled, with designs carved beautifully on it. The hotel had a nice antique, old school look but the room inside were as modern as they could be. There was a large king size bed in the middle of the room and two lamp tables on its either sides. A small fridge was kept in one corner of the room.

There was also a table to keep my things, a large wooden cupboard, and a large flat screen television. Needless to say there was also a large split AC to cool the room. 3 walls of the room were painted white and one wall, right behind the bed was painted cyan blue with a painting hanging on it. There was also a table to keep my things, a large wooden cupboard, and a large flat screen television. Needless to say there was also a large split AC to cool the room. 3 walls of the room were painted white and one wall, right behind the bed was painted cyan blue with a painting hanging on it.

The bell boy walked away after keeping the luggage in the room. Mira just collapsed on the soft bed. It had smooth, sparkling white sheets with few blue pillows. She checked my cell phone; there was no call, no message from Raghav. She was disappointed and rather angry. The way he yelled at her during the call was really uncalled for and now that he hadn't even called me made her angrier.

'Fuck it' She said to herself. She resolved to enjoy the two days before Raghav arrived. She decided that she won't lock herself in the room and sulk over her ruined plans. She would go out, see places and enjoy even if she has to do it alone. She walked out of the room after a shower. Wearing a long floral skirt and a top, Mira walked to the hotel reception. She asked the manager to arrange for a rental scooter which she would travel with. She went to the dining room of the hotel and ordered a large breakfast for myself.

Mira was a very diet conscious person and had small meals every day to keep herself in shape but right now, she did not care. This was a vacation she wanted to let loose. As she was waiting for the breakfast to be served, she saw a black man walk into the dining room. He was tall and large. Easily six feet plus, he was lean and muscular. Wearing a white sando and black shorts, his chiselled body was clearly visible. Especially his chiselled bicep, large muscular forearm and the sando stuck to his body clearly outlining his muscular chest and wash board abs.

They were the only people in the room. Since it was off season in Goa, the number of tourists coming to Goa was far less than usual. The hotels would be mostly unoccupied during this time of the year so it wasn't surprising that she and this stranger were alone in the large dining room. The ma noticed her, glanced at her for a second and went and sat at a table in a corner of the room. Soon, her breakfast arrived and she dug in. She was so hungry after a long train journey, a long argument with her husband that she did not pay attention to the man for the next few minutes, focusing only on eating.

After she was done eating she walked back to the hotel reception. She walked out of the hotel where the scooter was waiting for her. She got on the scooter and headed to the beach. The wind was in her hair and the sun shined bright. I was wearing a pair of sunglasses and was enjoying the bike ride through the narrow roads of inner Goa.  Just then the scooter started sputtering and started losing speed. She tried to race it but the motor continued to sputter. The scooter slowly came to a halt a few meters after the engine died. Neha was now stuck at the side of a narrow in country road of Goa.

Since it was off season, the traffic was thin. She had barely seen any vehicles on the road since she left the hotel; Maybe one or two. She took out her cell phone and was disappointed further when she saw there was no coverage. She cursed the network operator first and then the scooter. She had no choice but to wait for someone to come. She knew she was quite some distance away from the hotel and the beach which she was supposed to go to was also far away. She was stuck right in the middle of nowhere. She knew she couldn’t push the heavy scooter all the way back. Her petite frame could never handle the heavy scooter. She had once encountered a similar situation back home when her scooter broke down. She simply parked it at the side of the road and hired a cab. She returned with a friend who pushed her scooter back to her house.

But right now there was no friend around; in fact, there was no one around. She was standing under the blazing sun of Goa, sweat trickling down her forehead as she waited for someone to show up to help. She checked her phone again and again but still there was no signal. It had been several minutes since Mira had been standing on the road, getting desperate for someone to help her. The stretch of the road was almost half a mile long with each. One end of the road cut through a thick cover of trees, making it almost impossible to see an approaching vehicle and the other end of the road turned to the left behind a hillock. She was looking at both sides of the road, waiting for someone to show up. She heard a faint sound of a vehicle approaching. She looked around but could see no one. Just then a man appeared from behind the thick trees that covered the road at one end. He was on a motorcycle but she couldn’t make out anything else about him other than he was dark complexioned. 

The man rode in her direction and Mira raised her hand for help. She spotted her and he slowed down, stopping right in front of her. She recognised him immediately. He was the man she saw at the hotel. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and the same clothes she had seen him in.

“My scooter broke down and I don’t have cell phone signal. Can you please help me? Mira pleaded to him.

He nodded in affirmative and took off his sunglasses. Mira immediately noticed his black eyes, piercing gaze that she had not noticed at the hotel.

“Yeah sure.” He said as he got off the bike. Mira recognised his accent. It was a typical American accent. She had heard enough Tupac and Snoop Dogg on Raghav’s playlist to recognise that typical African American accent.

He tried to start her bike but to no avail; It simply refused to start. Mira had the scooter owner’s number with her. He gave her his cell phone and she called him up. She tried calling him up a couple of times but he didn’t pick up. She cursed under her breath. She finally had help but was sure it wouldn’t be there for long. After all, this man was going somewhere and she had stopped him. They both stood quietly at the side of the road. Mira was looking down at the cell phone screen, dialling the number again and again.

“I am James by the way.” He said to her. Mira looked up to him and smiled.

“Mira.” She replied. She was a bit embarrassed that she had hardly talked to him, a man who had been courteous enough to help a stranger.

She called again and this time the owner picked up. She stepped away from James to speak to him. James looked at her and kept looking at her. He too had noticed her back at the hotel and was now getting a proper look at this stunning Indian woman. She was a petite bombshell he thought to himself.

Mira was 5”1’ but she claimed she was an inch taller. She was a slender woman by any standard. She claimed she had put on weight. Of course she had; from the skinny woman she had grown a little chubbier but no one dare called her fat. When she was younger, she was nothing more than a flat chested woman with skin on bones but now, she had meat on her, in places that needed to have meat. From a dismal B cup she had moved to a envious C. From a 26-inch waist, she had now grown to a 30-inch waist. Her ass, though was the pride of her body. It had grown into a curvaceous little piece of meat that men and at times women to stared at. Nice curved, appearing like a perfect ‘C’ from the side and a perfect ‘O’ from behind, her complimenting waist made it look alluring. The under ass curves curved right back up. Her butt was made by god her husband claimed at times when they made love. Under that floral skirt, she packed a nice C cup pair. Inch wide, chocolate brown areola were crowned with a half inch long nipples which got tight and turgid with cold or arousal. The breasts gave way to soft stomach which had a layer of baby fat at its base. Raghav would spend hours resting his head on her stomach after they made love, he called it the softest pillow in the world. As the hips gave way, her shaved pink nether lips came into view. Mira always kept it shaved as she liked it that way. Soft skin of the labia hid the treasure that was underneath; a tiny clit and a pink cunt which would be any man’s delight. Her thighs, her calves and her pedicured feet made completed and complimented the rest of her body.  The most beautiful part of her body was her face. It was a small baby face; innocence was the hallmark of that face. A small chin and slightly chubby cheeks gave her the most innocent look. Along with those doe-shaped brown eyes which were lined with mascara gave her the most gracious look. Her lips were full and flushed with blood, appearing naturally red. With a dash of strawberry lip balm, Mira’s favourite, they looked even more alluring.  Long and straight, naturally brown hair flowed down to the middle of her back. She tied it most of the times but it was only in the confines of her house, when alone or with her husband did she let them loose.

James didn’t need to imagine how her hair would look once the clip was removed. He could get lost in those locks he thought. He had bedded many women, of many races, of many countries but this his heart had set itself on this little tart. He wanted to hold those arms, those slender arms which would his hands could completely wrap themselves around.

The owner refused to come to her help saying he was busy someplace else. Mira argued with him but to no avail. She then called the hotel manager who said he would send help immediately. She thanked him and disconnected.

“Help will arrive in a while. Thank you so much James for stopping and helping me out.” She said.

“No problem Mira. A pretty lady like you shouldn’t go through so much trouble.” He replied.

Mira blushed, though slightly. She herself was a little surprised at how easily she blushed at a line that was not even great. It was perhaps that the word pretty lady was coming from the mouth of a man who was a complete stranger, someone she had met a few minutes ago and had first come across not more than an hour ago. It had been years since she had been called pretty, even Raghav didn’t mention that word anymore.

James noticed those dimpled cheeks flush with blood. He smiled at himself seeing that effect on this fair maiden. He knew this woman would be an easy prey. He had not even started the charm offensive on her and still she was blushing like a teenage girl. He offered to stay till the help arrived. Mira was a little relieved and a little ashamed. Relieved that she had someone to help her if even the hotel staff did not show up and upset because James had to wait for her. He was clearly going somewhere and she made him stop. A few minutes two men on a bike came, they were from the hotel. They offered to drop Mira back at the hotel and take the scooter back. Mira was reluctant about going away with two strangers. She didn’t know them, hadn’t seen them and from the looks of it, she wasn’t comfortable going with them. She had read numerous news reports of how tourists were assaulted and mugged here. But James too was a stranger. She didn’t know him either but he had taken the effort of stopping and helping her. He gave her his cell phone so she could call the hotel, waited for her and even had tried to start the broken down vehicle. If he wanted to do something untoward, he could have done it already. He was suave, well behaved man and Mira decided to choose a known devil rather than two unknown, even if she had met the devil just a few minutes ago. James sensed her hesitation too and spoke up.

“Where are you going?” He asked her.

“Anjuna beach.” She replied meekly.

“Aahh. I was going there as well. I can drop you there if you want to. There is a place for one more on my bike.” James offered her a ride.

She thought for a second before handing the keys of the scooter to the hotel staff. She called the hotel manager to inform him that she had handed the bike to his men and would return later. With that, she got on James’ bike, sitting behind him.

James started the bike and it thundered down the narrow lanes of up country Goa. Sitting behind him, she felt comfortable. The wind was back in her hair and she held on to her hat with one hand and the back of the bike with the other. It was a rather uncomfortable position to be in, flexing her arm awkwardly to hold the back rest of the bike. She hesitated for a second and then placed her hand on James’ shoulder. James smile faintly as he felt her small, warm hand on his shoulder. He sped up the bike on the clear road and felt her hand holding on to his shoulder tighter. He saw a pot hole approaching and braked right before it. Mira jerked forward, her full breasts rubbed against his back form the inertia.

“Sorry…Didn’t see that one.” He feigned innocence. Mira did not reply but it had dawned on her that it was on purpose. She too had seen the pothole from a quite a distance but chose not to say anything.

James was sporting an erection under his shorts. The feeling of her soft breasts rubbing against his back was divine to say the least. He thanked god, he wasn’t facing her, or else his obvious erection would have been awkward and perhaps repulsive to this shy young woman. James was floating in his own little wonderland, oblivious to the fact that Mira, sitting behind him was blushing. The feel of a hard, muscular, manly back against her soft breasts was something she hadn’t felt in months, a year to be precise. She knew James did that on purpose and a part of her wanted to be angry but she simply couldn’t. His Adonis like body, his magnetic personality, his raw masculinity was something that was knocking down the walls of her conscience. She hid her face behind him, careful enough not to be spotted by him in the rear view mirror of the bike. She thanked god she wasn’t facing him or it would have been very awkward to blush in front of him.

Twenty minutes later they were at Anjuna. James convinced Mira to be his company. She resisted at first, knowing she was in company of a stranger but his persistence paid off. Mira was new to the state and had no local connections. She had planned to be with her husband with no other company and since her plans had gone for a toss, she had a good two days at least to spend alone. So instead, she decided to stick around with a man who seemed harmless at the moment.

“There isn’t a lot going on at Anjuna. This is it.” James said.

“Um Hmmm.” Mira listened intently.

“Vagator beach is far better. Good beach, better shacks and the crowd is better.” James informed her.

“How far is it?” Mira asked.

“Not more than 10 minutes from here.” He replied.

“Hmmm...alright.” Mira replied. James seemed to be a regular around here and she asked him. He told her that he visited this place once every two years when he was bored and tired of the hectic life he had back in the states.

James started his bike and they were off to Vagator. As James had said, they reached the beach in 10 minutes. He parked the bike and they walked off to the beach. He showed her around big vagator first and then they walked off to little vagator. On the beach, Mira noticed other people, especially her own countrymen staring at her. They were perhaps aghast seeing an Indian woman, that too a woman as beautiful as Mira walking on the beach with a foreigner that too a black guy. Mira noticed those wide eyed stares and for a moment felt awkward. She knew how people were quick to make assumptions and jump to conclusions. Yet a minute later she felt different. There was nothing between her and James but the way people were looking at her, made her feel so slutty. Men walked passed her and as they did, they ogled at them and later smirked. She was sure they whispered to each other. Women who passed by would stare at James’ Adonis like body and then give her those jealous stares that only a woman can understand.

A part of her was enjoying it and a part of her was a little ashamed. She was supposed to be here with her husband. No one was supposed to notice them, let alone stare at them. Even with Raghav absent, she was just supposed to walk on the white sand by herself. But here she was, with a black guy she met not more than an hour ago, strolling on the beach. They walked from Big Vagator to Little Vagator which was separated by just a small hill. James held her hand as they navigated through the ankle deep water and slippery stones. They walked further and found a shack. They walked in and Mira noticed there were no customers, just them. Music was playing but the sounds of the waves and the strong sea breeze drowned the music. James found a cosy corner at the front of the shack facing the sea.

The waiter brought James a beer and Mira her non-alcoholic beverage. Their glasses clinked and the first sips of the cold drinks went down their throats. Mira and James stared at the open ocean for a while. She took of her hat and kept it on the table in front of her. The sun light kissed the calm ocean. The cool breeze from the sea ran through her hair and Mira felt so relaxed that she would sleep; the comfort of the lounge chair added to the feeling of absolute relaxation.

“So where are you from James?” She asked.

He took a sip of beer and placed the bottle on the table. He looked at her, nothing lecherous, nothing vulgar but just a plain simple look one gives to another when speaking. But Mira gently shivered. This was the first time she was actually looking into his eyes, now that he was facing her and sitting just a foot away from her. His deep brown eyes were magnetic to saw the least. He had a beast of a body but those radiant eyes were so calming.

“Chicago.” He replied after what seemed to be minutes but was nothing more than a couple of seconds. She noticed the beer flow down his throat and noticed his thick neck and the broad shoulders that it led down to.

“Ohhh…” Was all she could say in return.

“You also seem to be a tourist around here.” He said as he rested his back against the chair.

“Yeah..I am from Mumbai…uhh…Bombay.” She replied.

“Aaahhh…I landed in Bombay a week ago.” James replied. Mira had been a well-read girl all her life. She knew Chicago was cold and the sunny sands and the hot sun were something these foreigners craved. The cruellest of winters in India were warm summers for America.

James went on to tell her how he was a lawyer back home. He’d work hard all year to take a two-week break. He came to India for the first time 2 years ago and simply fell in love with the place and since has returned every year. Mira too opened up a little, telling her about herself but not too much in detail. She was still on guard even though James had been nothing but a gentleman. It had been the way she was nurtured. Men are lecherous beasts and a woman must never trust their intentions was the philosophy of over protective Indian parents. Mira wanted to say more, speak more but somehow, the docile woman inside her wouldn’t allow her.

James ordered another beer and Mira was still drinking her first drink. They spoke, laughed and things were now getting comfortable. Mira was glad to find company with a good sense of humour, no cheap jokes and pot-shots; plain, simple humour. She was liking his company. James too was liking this woman. He did not fail to notice how she stared at him blankly when she first spoke. He could see her gaze running from his face to his neck and then to his shoulders. He smiled as they spoke but he was actually smiling at how this woman, Mira was slowly falling for the bait. He too had stolen glances to check her out, carefully sizing her curves and contours. He suddenly had an idea and decided to act on it.

“Wanna come for a swim?” James asked he stood up suddenly. Mira was taken aback by his sudden request and took a second to recover.

“C’mon…the water’s nice and warm…it’ll be great.” He tried to persuade her.

Mira thought for a second. The water was really tempting; it would be perfect to just get into it. She tinkered with the idea of going into the water for a few seconds.

“No... thanks…I don’t have a spare set of clothes…You go. I will wait for you right here.” She replied.

James was disappointed that his move did not work but he recovered before his face showed it. He knew pushing this pretty, young thing too much could spoil everything. Keeping that in mind he decided not to insist.

“It’s cool.” He replied before ordering Mira another drink. He stepped back and took off his sando and Mira gasped. She hoped to the dear lord he didn’t hear that and seeing him simply move without even much as a stare, she hoped the sounds of the sea were louder than her gasp.

It was obvious why she gasped. Even though she had an idea of what lied under that thin piece of cloth, she was still surprised when he took it off. He possessed a body to die for. Broad shoulders which she had seen earlier gave way to a pair of thick, muscular, well defined chest. The dark complexion of his skin made those muscles appear larger and more alluring then they already were. A perfectly V-shaped torso led to a muscular hip. His stomach was flat like a washboard and she could clearly see a couple of pair of abdominal muscles. He hadn’t missed her gasp. No matter how loud the see was, his ears were fine tuned to catch every moan, gasp, shriek from a woman he targeted. From his numerous conquest, he knew each tone of a woman. He knew his body had an effect on her and he smiled ever so faintly, being careful not to get caught smirking. He decided to further up the ante by taking off his shorts. He wanted to laugh out so loud when he saw Mira’s reaction. She simply turned her head away when he slid his shorts down. Even though he was wearing underwear underneath, it was far too awkward for Mira. The only man who had ever taken off his shorts so nonchalantly was her husband of so many years. With that thought, the comparisons began. While Raghav had been a fit man in his youth, years of complacency after marriage had made him lose focus of his body. She remembered how she had gasped similarly when Raghav took of his pants in front of her when they first made love. Even though the situation was similar, the persons weren’t.

Raghav had a hairy pair of legs. His thigh muscles then were large but James had larger and far too well defined thighs and a set of calves which looked more like a large piece of meat. What was even more intriguing was the thing between his legs. James was wearing a jock, which barely hid his crown jewels but the bulge under his jocks was shockingly large. Mira had noticed all this in just a second before she had turned her head away in shame. She didn’t glance back at James for a minute and when she did, he wasn’t there. She looked around to see him walk toward the water. As noticed before, he had a perfectly V-shaped back and his back muscles flexed with each step. She could see his taught, round butt which flexed and relaxed with every step he took. The waiter kept the drink on the table but she didn’t pay heed. She had a better view and something much better on mind to notice him.

The waiter quietly walked away as Mira kept staring at James. It wasn’t long before James walked in to the water and then lunged forward to dive in to the waves. She watched as he swam up and dived down every now and then and a part of her wanted to join him as well. She had always been fond of the water and loved to go to the beach but never had the opportunity to learn how to swim. The heat of the coast was unbearable and a refreshing dip in the water would be such a relief. But holding her back was the fact that she didn’t have a spare set of clothes but that was just an excuse. The real thing holding her back was the thought of getting into the water with a stranger. She couldn’t risk getting too close to him, knowing how vulnerable she could get. She couldn’t risk getting her clothes wet, not because she didn’t have a spare set, but because the wet clothes would stick to her body and the outlines and contours of her delicious curvy body would be all for him to see. She was far too modest to risk all this.

A few minutes later James walked out of the sea. She stared at him without blinking as she took in every moment of the visual delight that was on offer. The chocolate dark complexion of his skin shined in the bright sun and the sheath of water on his body added to the sheen. It appeared as if his body was made of bronze. He waked with a gait of supreme confidence, knowing very well that he had the physique women would throw themselves at and men would cower in shame. He walked to the table and sat on it without even an ounce of awkwardness. He was sitting almost naked in front of a woman who he had met just an hour ago and he was shamelessly showing off his body. That’s exactly what he intended to do. This had been his patented move, especially when he was out in the tropical countries where he could take off shirt on a whim. Back home he had to find an excuse to take his shirt off for the fear of being caught in the cold. Mira could barely keep herself together. She was very awkward which was clearly showing off from her blushing cheeks. She dared not to look him in the eye and kept stealing glances at the hunk of a body that was just a couple of feet away from her.

The waiter brought a dry towel and now James had no excuse to stay like that. He wiped himself quickly and wore his shorts and the sando. Another round of drinks followed before Mira asked to go back to the hotel. He agreed and soon they were on the bike riding back. Now that she had seen in almost full glory, she kept recalling those moments again and again. Sitting so close to him on the motorcycle was turning her on even more as the most desirable body was just a couple inches away from her. James on the other hand was day dreaming. Even though he hadn’t seen her body, he was clearly imagining how it would be once that delicate dress came off. He visualised how succulent her breasts would be, how curvaceous those hips would be and how taut, round and curvy that ass could be. He was already taken by the grace and beauty of her face with succulent pink lips, deep black eyes, a sharp straight nose, pink full cheeks and the long flowing brown hair. He wondered if she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even though he had bedded score of women before, James seemed enamoured by this shy, young woman. She was like the ultimate prize, difficult to get yet so good once he had he. He had never encountered a woman who was so shy back home. He had read and had been quite familiar with the Indian culture and how generally docile Indian women were. Most women he had slept with usually threw themselves at him but he knew Mira wasn’t one of those women. He had to work hard to get her and he resolved to do so!

They both retired to their respective rooms which were adjacent to one another. Mira had a cold bath to cool her nerves and her loins whereas James simply collapsed on the bed with his thoughts solely focused on Mira. Mira had never felt such instant attraction in her life. Even with her husband, attraction, love and any other similar feeling happened after many dates. But here she was, attracted to a man who she hadn’t even known existed in a matter of hours. James too was feeling similar. Even though he had been attracted to many women the moment he laid his eyes on them, with Mira the attraction was far stronger. It was the reluctance in those eyes, the shyness in her body language that was far more appealing to him. He enjoyed the fact that her mind was forcing her to keep her eyes away, but her eyes simply betrayed the mind and got an eyeful of James’ body. The conflict of the mind and the body was simply superb and so erotic. They didn’t come out of their respective rooms for the rest of the afternoon. Mira finally managed to get a nap and James watched TV but the pictures on the TV weren’t his concern, the pictures of Mira were playing at the back of his mind the whole time.

When the sun finally started its downward journey after 5, Mira stepped out of her room. Just beyond her room, was the hotel’s swimming pool. She heard someone in the pool and decided to enquire. She walked to the side of the pool and saw James swimming to the other end. She felt a tingling sensation in loins, something which had almost become alien to her till this morning. James reached the other end of the pool and turned back to see Mira. He smiled and she smiled back before he dived back in to the water and swam in her direction. Mira stood still watching the contours of his lovely body cutting through the blue water. He came up to her and pulled himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the swimming pool.

“The water is perfect…you should join me.” James offered.

“No…I don’t know how to swim.” She replied meekly. She thought this was her best defence of not getting in to the water, close to his near naked body. But James was prepared for this line.

“Don’t worry…I will teach you…” He replied with a glint in his eyes. He knew if she accepted his offer, he could touch and feel her soft body under the pretence of teaching her how to swim.

Mira was reluctant, hesitant but James managed to pursue her. She said she will be back and went bac to her room. She had carried with her a two-piece bikini and for a moment even thought of wearing one but she simply couldn’t come to terms with it. But she had also carried a rather conservative one-piece swim suit. The swim suit was for when she would step out on the beach with her husband but the two-piece bikini was for the moments they would be confined to their room. The two piece was rather riske considering how James had been eyeing her. She at one point even thought of wearing a T shirt and a pair of shorts but then she was worried about being asked to leave the pool as the rules of the pool were very specific that patrons wear a swim suit when entering the pool. She wore one piece and tried to dress as modest as she could to avoid giving James a boner. She walked back to the pool with a towel. She tossed the towel on a lounge chair and looked around. James was in the water, waiting for her and there was no one else in the pool or nearby. That made her question her choice but seeing James gesture her to get in encouraged her. She thought the swim suit was modest and to an extent it was as it covered her skin rather well but what she hadn’t noticed and which James did not fail to notice that the suit stuck to her body and accentuated her curves very well. The contours of her body were so clear that James got an underwater boner even though Mira had tried so hard to avoid it. She gingerly stepped into the pool using the metal ladder on one side and trembled as the cold water touched her skin. Her legs, then her thighs, followed by her entire body, right up to her breasts were submerged. 

James was standing in the middle of the pool, encouraging her to walk to him. She prodded her way towards him and he gently held her hand to bring her a little closer to him. He walked her around the pool, hand in hand, trying to make her comfortable with the water. Mira noticed how small her hands felt in his. She was aware that he had large hands and she had tiny, delicate hands; his hand almost engulfed hers. She also noticed the contrast in the complexion. She had milky white skin and he had a dark chocolate complexion. The contrast made her shudder. They prodded through the water and James took her to the edge of the pool. He asked her to hold the railing with both her hands and she did. She grasped them tighter when she realised that he placed his hand under her thighs and raised her lower body to the edge of the water.

“Now flap your feet…” James instructed. Mira did as was told and did so obediently. Her only intention then was to flap her feet and to stay above water. James on the other hand was enjoying the feeling of her smooth thighs on his arms. The wet suit stuck to her body like a second skin and James noticed how perfect her butt was. Her shapely legs, slender waist and those delicate shoulders made James’ erection harder. He knew he had to have this woman at any cost.

For the next half hour, James taught her how to swim and did not leave any chance of touching Mira, whether it was holding her stomach as she tried to stroke through the water or holding her hand to show her how the breast stroke is done. Mira hadn’t failed to notice how he took every opportunity to touch her and a part of her wanted to stop him and leave the pool but she simply couldn’t muster the strength to do so. Her body which had been starved off any intimacy in more than a year was reacting to its natural instincts. Her nipples were harder than they ever were, she was breathing heavier in part from swimming and largely due to arousal. There was a battle between her bodily instincts and her morality. Morality won for the moment when Mira stepped out of the pool. James was clearly disappointed but he decided to keep it to himself and followed her. She walked to the lounge chair and picked her towel to wipe her wet body.

“Lemme help you…” James said as he pulled the towel out her hands and started to rub it all over her body. Mira tried in vain to stop him and just a couple of no’s later, she was silently letting him wipe her wet body.

He gently placed the towel in her shoulder and rubbed her soft skin, as if massaging them. He stepped around her and swiped the towel along her back in a one smooth stroke before moving on to her hands. Mira wanted it to stop, she wanted to say it yet she couldn’t. She couldn’t believe how easily her body was betraying her. James placed his hands on her shoulders and for a second was tempted to peel off the straps of the swim suit off them but strongly resisted. Her breathing was getting heavier by the second and her nipples seemed so hard, she feared they’d rip through the suit. James noticed how her nipples were pressing against the fabric of the suit and were so clearly visible. He knew the woman desired him but he knew he couldn’t act in haste. The fish had taken the bait but the pulling in had to be done patiently.

With the towel still in his hands, he slowly moved down to her waist and then to her ample and supple butt. The swim suit was still wet and sticking to her body which made her fleshy butt appear more prominently. The under curves of her butt and the outline of her butt crack were so clearly visible that James just wanted to bury his face into it. He grabbed her by her waist and turned around. Mira gasped loudly but let him continue. She had closed her eyes in arousal and shame but did nothing to stop this young black man from touching her. He started wiping her feet, then the ankles, the shins and calves and soon he was above her knee. Alarm bells started going off her head as he approached her vagina. She was now visibly shaking and trying her best to muster some resolve to resist him. No... No…No… she screamed in her head as the towel swiped her inner thighs. Yess...Yesss...Yesss…James thought as his hands got closer to her vaginal mound. A couple of inches more and he’d touch it. But just then Mira pushed him back and rushed to her room without saying a word.

Mira rushed inside her room and closed the door behind her. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was. She had never experienced this level of arousal in her life, even with her husband. She had let James wipe her body and almost ran back to the room when she couldn’t handle it anymore. She rushed into the bathroom and parted the swim suit over the crotch. She gazed in amazement how wet her pussy was and how beautifully parted the lips were. Two of her fingers plunged inside her pussy while her thumb furiously tweaked her clit as Mira moaned to an instant orgasm. She shivered and writhe from the overwhelming orgasm. She collapsed to the bathroom floor, still trembling from a massive orgasm she had just experienced. She opened her eyes; she was still dazed from the massive orgasm she had seconds ago. She had discovered masturbation just a few months ago and that too by accident. One night when her arousal was too much to handle, her hand unknowingly went under her panties and the tingle she felt when she touched her swollen clit was something she wanted to feel again and again. That night she masturbated 4 times; each time the orgasm was massive. But then her thoughts were about her husband and now her thoughts were of a man who she wasn’t married to and had met just a few hours ago. She felt a tinge of guilt knowing she had shamelessly fingered herself to the thoughts of another man but when she pictured the other man, her guilt was swept away by a tsunami of arousal. She was still lying on the floor, her swim suit still parted at the crotch. She scooped her breasts out of that swim suit and pinched her nipple. She groaned in pleasure and those moans grew louder and louder with each stroke of her fingers.

James was quite shocked and disappointed at how Mira had scrammed back to her room. She didn’t utter a word or had looked back. She had given no signal but he knew he didn’t need any direct cues from this docile Indian woman. Just the fact that she had let his hands roam on her supple body without a meaningful resistance meant the oven was warm and the meat was marinating. He walked back to his room, his cock bulging out through the swimsuit, pushing the fabric to its limit. He caught a woman passing by staring at his crotch and giving him that knowing smile but he wasn’t interested. Any other day he’d have been inside her wet cunt in minutes but right now, his mind was only fixated on Mira and the plans to conquer her body. He walked inside his room and closed the door behind him. He stepped inside the bathroom and took off his wet trunk and his massive 10-inch cock sprang out. It was thick, erect and was pointing straight out towards the wall. His cock was wet and ready but he knew he couldn’t do anything but jack off. But he knew…he knew this gigantic piece of meat would be inside that woman’s waiting cunt soon. He grabbed his thick spear like cock in his hands and started stroking it. HE closed his eyes, visualising every curve of Mira’s hot body. His stroking got frantic as he moaned her name in that thick American accent. He knew he was close to exploding and a moment later, ropes after ropes of thick cum shot out of his cock.

Mira hadn’t dared to walk out of her room. Instead she stayed in, had a shower, watched TV and then called her husband. She hoped he had flown out of the airport by now and would be here soon. She knew she was slipping and the only way to stop that was to have her husband by her side. But alas, the volcano was still spewing and the runways were still closed. Raghav wouldn’t be here for at least a couple of more days.

James watched the news on the TV. He recalled Mira telling him about her husband being stuck at the airport. When the news anchor said the airports would be closed for at least a couple of more days, he smiled to himself, knowing that someone up there had thrown him a rope. He now had a couple of days to seduce and conquer Mira’s mind and body.

After spending several hours inside the room, Mira was bored to death. She had resisted the thought of going out from the fear of running into James again. Just the thought of him had a pulse racing and she knew if she came face to face with him, she’d be panting like a dog. But now the sun had set and she could hear sounds of music coming from the surrounding clubs. She so wanted to go out on the town. She had planned to do so with her husband but he wasn’t there. Not that it was his fault but when she recalled how rude he had been with her in the morning, sympathy was giving way to resentment. Just then she heard a knock on her door. Her heart skipped a beat, as she wondered who it could be. Perhaps it was the hotel staff she thought or perhaps it was James. She gingerly walked to the door and gazed through the peep hole. She gasped as she saw James on the other side. She toyed with the idea of not opening it but then thought it would be too rude to do so. She opened the door and stepped back as James walked in.

He was wearing a blue beach shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. The shirt was of a size bigger than the regular but still one could make out the pumped up body underneath. The massive calves behind the shin flexed with each step. Along with the attire, his radian brown eyes and the towering persona had its effect on Mira. She kept looking up at him and he kept looking down at her. She was wearing a round neck T shirt which was pretty loose and from his vantage point, James could see down into her cleavage. His cock started showing signs of life again and he had to resist the idea of picking her up, throwing her on the bed and ravaging her nimble body but he had no plans to bang her. He wanted it to be consensual, the way it had always been. Mira too had a hard time; first she had to resist looking straight in his eyes and then when she noticed the bulge under his shorts, she had to avert her eyes from there too. She simply chose the middle part and stared at his chest.

“Wanna go out on the town?” James asked.

“Uhh…” Mira replied. She so wanted to go out and enjoy the evening but she knew at the back of her mind, the result would not be good or maybe far too good.

“Of course you do. I’ll wait outside till you get ready and we’ll head out.” He said in his usual calm, yet confident tone.

He simply turned around and stepped out the room, pulling the door with him. Mira was dumbstruck. She didn’t say anything or resist his proposal. She simply couldn’t muster up words to say to him. It was as if she had lost her tongue or lost her entire vocabulary of words. She knew James was standing behind the door. She fidgeted with her hands, trying to come up with excuses to stay in the room but just couldn’t come up with something feasible. She sat on the bed, thinking and after a few minutes, she heard a knock on the door.

“Are you getting ready?” James asked from behind the door.

“Yeah...give me few minutes.” Mira replied and her reply surprised her. A few seconds ago she was pondering on ways to get out of this and now she had agreed to go out with him. What the Fuck!!! With that she was left with no choice. 

James was sitting outside waiting for his lady to step out. It had been quite a few minutes since she locked herself inside to get dressed. He was now getting quite restless but just then the door opened. He turned around and his jaw dropped the floor. Mira stepped out wearing a tank top and a pair of denim shorts. Nothing out of the ordinary when one imagines it but this was something different in real time. The white spaghetti strap tank top hugged her body so well, outlining her toned figure perfectly. The top hugged her breasts, fitting them snuggly in the bra that she wore underneath. All these clothes she had chosen for her to wear when she was with her husband. She had chosen all figure hugging, short and revealing clothes as she thought she would be on her second honeymoon but instead she was going out with a black guy she barely knew. Since, all her clothes were such, she had no choice but to wear them, howsoever reluctant she was. The denim shorts didn’t help either. They ended way up her knees, or rather just a few inches below her groin. She had taken an effort to get a bikini wax done a day before the trip and her fair, smooth thighs showed. She always wore a pair of delicate silver anklet on her and they would tingle at every step she took. James looked in awe, but held his jaw from dropping to the floor. He could feel his cock twitch under his shorts and had an overwhelming urge to just push Mira inside and fuck her and it took a lot of restraint from his side to not do so.

“Should we get going?” Mira asked breaking James from his trance. He fumbled for a second before he nodded and they both walked outside the hotel.

The sun was still setting when they made themselves comfortable on the seats at one of the many shacks that lined up on the beach. James ordered himself a beer and Mira being on alert as she had ordered a non-alcoholic beverage. She had made it a habit to drink only in her husband’s presence and now that she was not with him but rather another man, she specifically avoided alcohol. James was easy to talk to and it wasn’t long before he broke ice with her. They were soon chatting like two long lost friends who were catching up. James was sharing his experiences in India and abroad and she was listening to them intently, in amazement and awe at the life that he was lived and the experiences that he has had. James indeed was well traveled man and he told Mira many of his stories but he explicitly omitted the parts where he had bedded many women, wherever he traveled and wherever he lived. He didn’t want to get Mira’s guard up, knowing that her guard was falling.

Another round of drinks was repeated and this time Mira found herself looking at the setting sun. She wondered what was she doing her with James? This was meant to be a trip with her husband. It was Raghav who was supposed to be here and not James. As much as she wanted her husband to be around, there was now very little doubt in her mind that she was attracted to this man. He had gotten so close when he was wiping her body after the swim and she was still shocked as to how she had allowed him. The images flashed in front of her eyes; his shirtless, glistening body at the beach, those rippling muscles and most of all, his swag. Memories of the afternoon dip in the pool and the swimming lessons made her shiver lightly. James got up and walked to the bar and Mira watched mesmerised. She could visualise his taut butt flexing with each step. Just as she was watching him walk, a random yet the kinkiest thought crossed her mind.

‘I just wanna bite that butt.’ She thought and the very next moment, she cringed and blushed in embarrassment. She covered her mouth as if she had said it aloud and looked around if anyone was observing her. She relaxed a bit when she realised that she truly was alone in her thoughts.

Never in her entire life did Mira have such thoughts which was surprising but the provocation for those thoughts came from James and not her husband was shocking than surprising. It was not in her nature that she thought about someone like this. In fact, she was a docile lover to her husband. But she could feel something inside her change, some primal was transforming inside her. She could feel a damp spot on her panties and her elevated heart beat and breath confirmed her arousal. While James wasn’t looking, she quickly touched her crotch over her shorts to confirm the dampness.

James on the other hand had been switching between states of absolute erections to semi erections, both of which would be obviously visible, had he not worn that loose shirt that covered his groin. He was glad that Mira was opening up to him again after the swimming pool incident and he could notice her attraction for him. He also realised her inner battle to protect the sanctity of her marriage and a struggle to not stray from her marital vows. He had been to India several times before, bedded many women, especially married women and he knew that this was just a phase. James had paid the bill and walked back to the table and sat next to Mira. He suggested they take a walk on the beach. She simply shrugged and they walked along. They walked straight to the water line before starting the long walk along its length. The sun had now set; the twilight had given way to the night sky. The crowd which usually during the day time is near the waterline had now hobbled back to their hotel rooms before they came out to party all night. The shore line was quite; the lights from the night clubs and shacks barely reached them but the noise from the blaring speakers was rather unpleasant. James and Mira walked on along the shore, still talking and enjoying each other’s company. At times, her feet would get stuck in the soft sand and James would gently hold her hand and help her out. There was clearly a growing level of comfort between the two and James could feel it. 

They walked for several minutes till the shacks were almost out of sight. They stood facing the open sea and Mira closed her eyes to let the cool sea breeze sweep through her hair. The sound of the crashing waves was so relaxing, so calming. She opened her eyes when she felt James’ hand touch hers. He gently held it as he stood next to her. She looked at him blankly, her eyes had got used to the dark and she could see James’ radiant eyes and a sparkling smile. A few tense seconds passed before she smiled back and he felt her hand tighten its grip on his. They didn’t speak a word to each other for the next several minutes; just stood in silence enjoying the cool breeze and waves. Mira had imagined this scenario with her husband but alas, this was happening with James. She felt a tinge of disappointment and guilt but the moment he clenched his strong hand, those thoughts faded.

“Want another drink Mira?” James asked and she nodded. Still holding hands, they started their long walk back to the shacks. Still no words were uttered but the couple held on to each other’s hands as they walked.

Suddenly, they heard a massive roar coming from the sea. They had failed to notice the high tide and it came crashing towards them. The wave would easily reach Mira’s knee or maybe more and she squealed as she saw it fast approaching her. She tried to run ashore but it was too late, the water was just behind her and then she felt herself scooped up in the air. She shrieked in shock when she realised that James had picked her up in his arms. The water gushed over his shins and crashed into the shore ahead before slowly flowing back into the sea. She stared at James and he stared back. The water had receded now James was slowly walking back with Mira still in his arms. Mira was shocked at how quickly and easily he had picked her up as if she was a tiny raggedy Anne doll. She distinctly remembered her husband who could pick her up for not more than a minute before huffing and puffing. James kept walking with Mira in his arms. They were not speaking to each other and were now far away from the water. She knew he didn't need to carry her anymore but didn’t want to say it. She had kept her hands to herself till now but slowly she moved them up to his shoulders before locking them behind his neck. She was slowly surrendering to this man and despite her moral dilemmas and conflicts, she couldn’t help but give in. As the music got louder and the lights got brighter, they broke out of their trance and she slowly slid of his body.

They had verbally decided on another round of drinks but without a word been spoken, the plan had changed. He was holding on to her hand and she was silently following him. They walked over to their bike, and she quietly sat behind him as he started the bike and rode in the direction of their hotel. Mira felt like coming back to her senses. She felt like she had been in a trance, a high she had never experienced, perhaps she had blacked out but she remembered going through the motions. She was lying naked on his bed; a pair of thin panties was the last piece of modesty she had. Apart from the panties, the white blanket was covering. Her hair was loose, her lipstick smeared and she was sweating, even though the AC was at full blast. The bathroom light was on but the door was shut. She could her faint sounds coming from the bathroom and realized that James was inside. She contemplated escaping before he walked out. The dim night lamp saved the room from total darkness but it too added to the erotically charged ambiance. Her heart raced when she recalled how it all started…

He stopped bike abruptly in the front of the hotel and holding her hand, rushed into the lobby. The receptionist who was also on duty in the morning was startled as she saw this Indian woman holding tightly the large hand of a black man. Mira’s cheeks flushed with blood as she tried to avoid eye contact with the lady. The lady knew that Mira had made bookings with her husband but this black stud was not him. He was another guest living in another room. She tried to hide her surprise and contempt and acted as nothing happened out of normal.

“Here are your keys sir and these are your keys madam.” The receptionist said as she handed them the keys to their respective rooms.

“She won’t be needing hers.” James exclaimed as he picked up his keys.

Mira was startled at how blatantly this man was calling the shots. She felt offended but it also made her loins wet at how dominating he was. She loved being dominated in bed. The receptionist gave a wry smile which both of them didn't miss. 

“Thank you.” James said as he pulled Mira away with him. Mira chose not to say a word and didn't look back but she knew the receptionist was sniggering by now and the whole hotel staff would come to know about them before the shift ends.

As they approached the door of his room, he let go off her hand for a brief moment and then the first thoughts of backing out came to Mira’s head. The latch clicked open and he almost dragged her inside and those thoughts of backing out were perhaps left behind by her sheer inertia. The door closed behind her and James pushed her against it. He grabbed her shoulders and lowered his lips on to hers. This was too sudden, too direct and she didn’t know how to react. A part of her said push him away and slap him but she stayed still, not going by what her mind told her but to go by what her instincts told her.

Startled by how sudden and how fast things were moving, Mira froze, not moving her lips as James kissed her. Her heart was pounding and she felt dizzy and for a few seconds she was lost. Apart from the abrupt entry in the hotel and in to the room, James was soft and delicate. His kiss was the softest she ever had. His tongue slowly prodded her lips, provoking them to part. The first time, she didn’t relent, the second time she didn’t relent, the third time, the lips moved just slightly and it was enough. She moaned as his tongue sneaked inside her mouth and his lips closed on hers. Her hands which till now were to her sides, slowly moved to his hips and then slid up to his waist and then snaked behind him to meet at his back. As her hands gripped tighter, she felt herself being pulled into a tighter embrace by James. She finally reciprocated and kissed him back in equal fervor which provoked him as well. The sounds of frantic kissing enveloped the room.

The smell of his cologne mixed with his natural odor was so intoxicating and add to it the tenderness of the kiss made her weak in the knees. The thoughts of the sanctity of her marriage, the holy vows, her family, her core beliefs which she had held so dear hadn't yet occurred to her as her mind was still processing and recuperating from the erotic onslaught. Her fragrance, her soft skin, her delicate frame and the idea of bedding this incredible exotic woman was arousing James to a level he seldom felt. He kissed her, sucked her tongue, sucked her lips, kissed her chin, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead and then slowly slid down to her neck, evoking a loud moan and a sigh from her.

She tilted her head slightly to allow him access to her delicate neck. He dove in, kissing her ear love and then slowly dragging his lips down her neck. Mira moaned and sighed, approving of his moves. She didn’t say it in words, but James had just found her most erotic spot, her neck. Her neck was her weak spot, something her husband exploited during the first years of their marriage. But as time went on the passion and the intensity faded. On this vacation, she had hoped to rekindle the passion that they lost but it was not to be. It was James who had rediscovered the spot that she so loved. Hearing her soft moans was provoking James. The beast inside him was rearing to go; he just wanted to throw her to the floor and fuck her crazy but he knew this woman was too raw for something like that. He knew she was just getting a taste of black love and it would take a little more to draw her out to be the slut that he hoped she would be.

He slowly dragged his hand down to her butt and squeezed them hard. Mira moaned in his mouth, still kissing her. He squeezed her butt, pulling her groin into his. She moaned as he rubbed his engorged cock against the thin fabric of her shorts. She was trembling from the arousal and this was something she never experienced. They slowly moved to the, not breaking the kiss for even a moment. They broke, when he finally pushed her down on the bed and stood in front of her. She looked up to him, waiting for him to make the next move and move he did. She saw him slowly unbuttoning his shirt, button after button set lose, giving a peak of the beautiful body that hid beneath; something she had seen just recently at the beach. She couldn't believe that it took so little time for her to be seduced and she was confused as to if she was easy or he was the master seducer, the ultimate manipulator.The shirt was off in a few moments and was lying on the floor. She gasped she saw those chiseled pectoral muscles, that prominent set of abs and the strong shoulders from so close. What made her gasp louder was that he was unbuttoning his shorts too.

Alarm bells went off in her head as she realized she was slipping deeper into this. This wasn’t what she had planned, expected or decided to do. She had expected to spend a nice, quiet vacation with her husband but she was on the bed of this black man who she had never known or had hoped to meet. He dug his fingers inside the shorts and slowly tugged them down. She shuddered but didn’t say a word. She wanted to say no…she wanted to leave but she also wanted to see how it looked, how it felt in her hands…

James had his hands on the waistband of his shorts. He'd pushed them down just a little. "Tell me you don't want to see it?" he asked, pushing them down a little further. Mira gasped as the long tubular piece of black flesh slowly grew before her eyes. She could see four inches of it growing out from his pubic hair, but the shaft was growing and straining to rise. Many inches further down, a big knobby cock head was pushing against his shorts, struggling to get free.

 "I don't want to see it," she said, staring in awe down at the beast pushing hard against the fabric.

"Yes, you do," James said, pushing his pants down another inch. "Just tell me to stop and I won't show it to you."

Mira stared in horror, dismay, and disbelief as inch after black inch of the biggest blackest cock she could have imagined revealed itself. "Stop," she said, at six inches. "Stop," she said at seven inches.

At eight inches her pussy spasmed and she didn't say anything. "Stop," she said so softly he could barely hear her at nine inches. "STOP!" she said loudly trying to take back control of the situation. The fat shaft had tapered a little and the flare on the head of his penis was appearing.

"Too late, this thing needs some breathing room," James said, pushing his shorts down to his knees.

The cock sprang up violently, springing almost to his stomach before settling down, pointing straight at her. Mira watched cross-eyed at the monster just a couple of inches from her. It was the longest, thickest and the biggest cock she had ever seen. In fact, it was just the second cock she had ever seen after her husband’s.

“Never seen a big black cock…I assume.” James said to which Mira absently nodded. His utterance of the word black cock made her pussy spasm even more.

“I don’t believe it…” Mira whispered.

“It is in front of you…you better believe it baby.” James said as he stepped forward, inching his cock closer to her lips.

Mira brought her tiny hand up to the cock and gingerly felt it before backing out. She was scared, aroused and hesitant.

“Be my guest.” James said.

Encouraged, she touched his cock again, this time with two of her fingers. She realized it wasn't spongy like her husbands, but hard as a rock. As she touched it, she realized the cock was as thick as her wrist. A dark purple shaft gave way to a dark brown shaft with a tuft of curly, dense bush of pubic hair at the base.

She gently squeezed the head which made his cock spurt a thick stream of pre-cum. The engorged pee slit looked like an angry one eyed monster waiting to pounce. Thick black veins criss-crossed the length of the cock and pulsed at every heartbeat. It appeared as if his cock had a life of its own.

“It’s so hard.” Mira whispered, the urgency in her voice obvious.

 “Yeah…it becomes like that when beautiful women touch it.” He replied.

She didn’t know how to react. He was flattering her. Was she to say thank you or did he expect something else.

“Have you every sucked a cock before.” He asked. She nodded.

“My husband…but very rarely…” She said, revealing perhaps the most private things that a couple share, the things they do in the bedroom. She did perform oral sex on her husband but wasn’t enthusiastic about it. She did it as a duty and because it pleased her husband. She never let a drop of cum fall of her and made sure he ejaculated away from her.

“Good…now open wide.” James said as he stepped forward.

“No…I shouldn’t…please” Mira managed to say as the cock head touched her lips. Her lips parted after he pushed it again and it slowly slid inside her mouth.

The cock head snuck past her lips and snuggly fit into her soft mouth. James didn’t push any further and neither did Mira make any attempts to take in more. Having sucked a cock before, she knew the basics but it wasn’t easy sucking on such massive tool. It was almost filling her mouth and swirling her tongue around it was difficult. She sucked on it a little and closed her lips on it before pulling back till the cock popped out. She kissed it gently, licked the piss slit and then again started sucking on it. She was using her usual techniques which she employed on her husband.

James looked down at this beautiful Indian woman sucking his cock. He had wanted to see this sight from the moment he had stopped his bike in front of her. He was beyond satisfied and the satisfaction was more mental than physical. Even though, he hadn’t busted his nut on her, he felt an orgasmic bliss of having conquered her. She sucked on him in all earnest, brushing away any thoughts that came to her mind. Her jaw was spread wide trying to accommodate his huge size and it hurt after a while but she mustered on.

“Use your tongue…lick it…lick the sides...lick the shaft.” James instructed and she followed, kissing and licking the shaft, making it wet with her drool.

She pushed the cock against his stomach, the tip reached his navel which made her gasp. But as she did that, her eyes went to his balls and she yelped. The first thought that came to her mind was ‘Big Balls’. Their size itself was abnormal, in fact, abnormal was an understatement, they were absurdly large. At that moment she had an urge to something she had never done. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed his large testicle in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it making it roll around inside her mouth like a marble. Coating and wetting it with her saliva, she moved to the next one and meted out the same treatment to it as well. She tried but failed only to realise that his balls were just too big to be swallowed at once. Meanwhile, James was moaning, running his large hands through her hair. His eyes were closed, just occasionally opening to see his cock going in and out of her mouth. He had realised soon enough that she was an amateur in cock sucking but she made it up with a sense of enthusiasm. He realised that like many Indian women, she had always considered sex taboo and had not explored much. He decided that it was soon going to change for her. Clutching her hair, he slapped his cock on her lips a few times before she herself put her tongue out only for the cock to be slapped on it. Thick drops of his pre cum bounced off his cock and landed on her tongue which she reflexively swallowed.

Still clutching her hair, he slammed his cock inside her mouth and started fucking it. She gagged as the cock reached the end of her mouth and coughed but he maintained his grip on her, not allowing her to breath and take respite. She struggled at first, rather violently but soon gave up and stayed still as James fucked her mouth. His balls slapped against her chin, his pubic hair brushed against her nose time and again and James was now moaning rather loudly. Mira realised that he was about to explode and started pushing him back but James didn’t relent. He continued to fuck her mouth and she continued to push him back. It was a contest of who would relent first.

 “Mmmmppffff…” A loud muffled scream came out of her mouth. Sucking a cock was one thing, but taking his jizz in her mouth revolted her.

She finally managed to push him back, just in the nick of time. As the cock slid out of her mouth, her teeth grazed against its sensitive flesh triggering his orgasm. Throwing his head back, James moaned loudly before his cock started spewing ropes after ropes of cum, straight at her T shirt. Mira yelped in disbelief at the amount of cum his cock was throwing out. Her shirt was spoilt completely, stained by his thick cum, some of it soaked under the garment, touching her naked skin. Mira, breathing loudly, still watched in disbelief as it kept spewing cum. As the orgasm ended, the cock dipped lower, but kept ejecting little amounts of cum. Some fell on her stomach, some on her shorts and the last drop fell on her naked thighs. She looked down at her chest and saw her completely soaked T shirt. She ran her hand gently over it and felt the warm cum deposited on it before looking up to him. He stood before her shirtless, is pants down at his feet, his cock shinning from his cum and her saliva. Before she could react or utter a single word, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. Startled, she allowed it and the shirt came off in one smooth move. He pulled her up and simply dragged her shorts to the floor.

“Your clothes are soiled….” He simply said, justifying undressing her. She felt like giggling to that sorry excuse he gave for disrobing her but was perhaps too shocked about being almost naked in front of him.

he had always preferred a dark room even when having sex with her husband and now, she was a dimly lit room with a stranger and was naked. Reflexively her hand reached for her breasts and her crotch, covering them. He pulled her close into an embrace and she tightly wrapped her arms around her. It was not a loving embrace but a smart move on his part to unhook her bra. She gasped when she heard the snip and pushed him away to scamper on the bed. She swiftly got under the sheets, covering herself completely while James had a hearty laugh.

‘Save yourself and your modesty before it’s too late’ her inner voice pleaded and it did make her sit up to get out of the bed but then she heard the door creak.

She switched off the night lamp to avoid him from seeing her naked. The door opened and he stepped out. The bright light shining behind him and his dark skin made him appear like a shadow. Standing in all his bare glory, he truly was the most remarkable specimen of man she had ever seen. A toned, muscular, beautiful body along with herculean strength made him an Adonis like figure. From the shadow she could see his two large thighs and another thick slab of meat hanging between his legs. She had never seen anything like it before and she kept saying this to herself. Her husband had been enough for her and she considered him to be well endowed but her perception had definitely changed. James possessed a freakish, Chernobyl/Fukushima fallout like cock which aroused and intimidated her in equal measure. She recalled how her jaw hurt as she tried to fit him in as he fucked her mouth. What was far more impressive was that he seemed to have regained his erection, barely minutes after that explosive orgasm.

James watched from a distance, his beautiful, shy, reluctant prey. He knew he could do whatever he wanted to with this woman and that’s exactly what he intended to do; to turn her from a shy Indian wife to a black cock craving slut. He waked over slowly to the bed and climbed on it. He slowly pulled the blanket off her body and saw her covering herself again. He laid down next to her and pulled her close before kissing her. The soft kiss instantly broke her resolve and she grabbed the back of his head to kiss him back, using the same arm she had to cover her breasts. She gasped in his mouth as she felt his hand gently cup her breast and give it a squeeze. She shivered and moaned when she felt his hard cock graze against her stomach, leaving behind a stain of cum.

James broke the kiss and lowered his head to suck her engorged, turgid nipple. Mira gasped and threw her head back as she felt his thick lips and raspy tongue suckling on her erect nipple. She pushed her chest further towards him and he encouraged her by pulling him towards her. Their legs soon entangled and so did their arms. She moaned loudly as his teeth grazed against the softness of her teat. She dug her nails in his back and dragged them down, scratching him, making him moan as he sucked her nipple. She had seldom felt such a strong wave of arousal. James was taking his time, kissing, licking and sucking her tits which was in stark contrast to her husband who usually hurried through the foreplay. He laid her flat on the bed on her back and mounted her. He cupped her tits and squeezed them, making her turgid nipples protrude. He pushed her tits together and then went on to suck both her nipples at the same time.

Mira could only moan in response to his oral assault and watch in amazement as he pushed her towards an orgasm. Her one hand was on his back, caressing it while the other rested behind his bald head, encouraging him to suck. As his sucking got harder and more urgent, Mira felt a stirring in her loins. She had orgasmed before but this one was building up to a massive one. She started writhing under him, moaning loudly as he kept her shivering body in control. And when he bit her nipple hard, she screamed, perhaps the loudest she ever had. She felt her eyes roll up, her back arch and her tits push further inside his mouth. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably and she writhe like a fish out of the water. She shivered and trembled for a long time as the orgasm peaked. She moaned and moaned and then when it peaked, a scream failed to get out of her mouth. Finally, the orgasm subsided and she relaxed on the bed. She was still breathing heavy and beads of sweat covered her body. This was definitely the biggest orgasm she ever had and he had not even entered her. She incoherently moaned and occasionally shivered as the aftershocks of the orgasm ran through her body.

James on the other hand was proud of himself, having brought her to an orgasm just by sucking her tits. If she was so sensitive, then he would be opening a flood of orgasms when he truly got into his act.

As she calmed down from her orgasm, she found James still mounted on her, kissing her neck. She hugged him tight pulling him deeper into her body. He raised his head and found her lips just an inch away from hers. Their eyes met, and he saw a volcano of lust building up inside her. After the beach, this was the first time they were truly looking at each other so passionately. All this while, she had been reluctant to meet his gaze. Soon their lips met in perhaps the most passionate kiss they ever shared. Ever so reluctantly, Mira was getting comfortable to him as a man and James was more than reciprocating. Their arms entangled around each other as they embraced tightly.

After a kiss that felt like lasted an eternity but was just a minute long, James broke the kiss and started kissing his way down. Placing soft kisses, first on the shoulders, then each of her heaving breasts, then her flat shapely stomach, toying with her navel, his mouth stopped at her mound. Her panties covered that last piece of unconquered territory but James was undaunted. Out of shame, Mira tightly clasped her thighs just as his hands rested on them to part them. Tilting his head sideways, he smiled at her and got a smile of embarrassment from her. Placing his large hands on her thighs, he felt her neatly waxed, smooth skin. He started kissing down her waist, then slowly down her thigh, then her knee, gently caressing them as he went down. He stopped at her feet, first licking them and then gently toying his tongue on her toes.

“Mmmmmmmm….” Mira moaned as an unknown erogenous zone had suddenly been discovered.

As he continued licking her toes, she slowly relaxed, loosening and parting her thighs and that was the opening James was looking for. He didn’t want to force her to do anything but rather wanted to coax her into submitting to his will. And though it took time, it worked. The legs parted just enough for him to place his hand on her mound and she gasped loudly. He dragged his thick thumb down the length of her pussy; she trembled as he did that. She hadn’t spread her legs wide enough for him to do much and that’s when he decided to do a lot more. He dug his fingers in her panties and started pulling them down. He expected resistance but none came from her. The soft fabric of her panties slid down her equally smooth skin and was off her legs in an instant. Now there was some sense of equilibrium. He was already naked and now with the last piece of clothing gone, she was too. With her panties gone, Mira felt no need to resist and she let him do as he pleased. HE ran his finger up and down her pulsating cunt. She closed her eyes and sighed, cooed and moaned, much to James’ delight.

His thumb was toying with her clit where as his index and middle finger massaged her wet pussy. He tried to test her further and he inserted his finger inside her. She drew a sharp breath as she felt his digit move inside her. She closed her eyes and said nothing but responded in moans of approval. Even if she wasn’t a vocal lover, James was proficient in reading his lovers body. He could feel her pussy tightening around his finger and he knew she wanted it. He slowly pulled out the finger almost till the end before sliding it back inside, drawing an encouraging moan from Mira.

Soon they settled in to a nice rhythm with two of his fingers moving in and out of her and his thumb wriggling on her clit. Sitting between her legs, he fingered her while her right foot rested on his chest which James was busy licking and kissing. He changed his position and shuffled to her sides, not for once pulling his fingers out of her. In fact as he got to her side, he started fingering her faster. Mira was moaning till now but now she hollered. His two thick fingers were thicker than her husband’s cock and this was the widest she had ever been stretched.

“Mmmmyyyyy Godddddd I’m stretched” She screamed.

James wasn’t surprised as he knew this would happen as it did with most of his lovers, irrespective of where they came from. He knew if she felt stretched now, she would feel ruptured when he finally would fuck her. With that thought in mind, he continued to finger her, trying to get her used to even a thicker thing going inside her. Lowering his head down, he sucked on her nipples and Mira bucked and jumped as another strong orgasm hit her. This was the limit of orgasms she ever had in a single session but those weren’t as strong as these ones. He licked her juices off his fingers after he was done and relished them and watched her tremble from another mind numbing orgasm. She was ready he thought and got off the bed.

Mira was still reeling from that orgasm and her struggling to regain her composure. She heard the bed creek and she somehow managed to open her eyes to see James walking to the table. He looked so beautiful from behind too. A perfectly chiseled back with a nice V shaped structure led down to a thick strong butt which was perhaps as equally muscular as the rest of his body. His butt cheeks flexed one after another as he took his steps. She heard him shuffling through his bag and then heard it zip close. He turned around and she saw a condom in his hand. She shivered at the sight. At last it was happening. Something she so desperately tried to avoid. In spite of years of her husband’s absence, she had maintained her fidelity and the sanctity of her marriage. She was proud of not straying where as some of her friends had, intentionally or in the heat of the moment. She too thought this was just a spur of the moment thing and tried to calm her jittery nerves. She tried hard to get the thoughts of her husband, her marriage and everything else that was dear to her out of her head.

The naked black man with a monster cock pushed away any thoughts that came to her mind. The bed creaked as James crawled on it and soon his body was above hers. His large frame completely enveloped her petite body. James knew that she was completely under his control but he still couldn’t take things for granted. He gently kissed her, trying to make the kiss as passionate as he could so to wash away any last minute jitters she could have. He just didn’t want to ruin what he had finally earned. Somehow, with great effort, he managed to break apart from her loving embrace. He sat up between her legs, his cock pointing straight at her face. She too raised herself on her elbows to see and was mighty impressed with what she saw. Sitting up straight, James’ body looked really awe inspiring. Broad shoulders, chiseled chest, 3 pairs of washboard abs and a long thick cock. This is indeed the best sight she had seen in her relatively short life. He tore open the cover with his tooth and picked out the condom. This is it, Mira thought as she saw him place the condom on the tip of his cock. He stopped, looked at her and smiled.

“Why don’t you help me put it on.” He said.

“Please don’t use the condom. I want to feel that big black cock in my pussy without condom. Please put in it like this,” Mira spoked out with urgent voice which surprised James very much.

Pushing her back on the bed, he raised her legs and placed them on his thighs, giving him room to move further in between her legs. His thick cock brushed against her pussy lips making her shiver and moan. He continued his tease, rubbing up and down her slit. Mira had her eyes closed and sighed in pleasure. But just then she moaned and her eyes popped open. She sat back up and saw the tip of his cock had pushed inside her. A truly magnificent sight indeed; she had finally been taken by another man. She had crossed the threshold of the sanctity of her marriage. She had not followed the God’s word but had chosen the path of the devil. She gasped and threw her head back as he pushed another inch inside her and each subsequent inch evoked the same reaction till just a minute later she thought he was all in. She felt so because he was way past till where her husband reached and felt stuffed like never before. She opened her eyes and watched wide eyed in shock that he was only half way through. She was sure that if he moved any further, he would split her open and pull out her entrails. James too realised this was going to be the maximum he’d push inside her at least for the moment. He pulled out slowly and saw a thick coat of her juices sticking to his shaft. He then pushed back, albeit slowly just to make her used to his length and girth.

“Aaahh…Uhhh…Aaahhh….” Mira moaned as he humped her. After taking a couple of minutes to set his pace and to make her used to him, he had picked up a notch. Her legs were on his shoulders which made him go a little deeper.

“Hmmpff…Huuhhh…Yeahhhh” He grunted as he ploughed into her soft, warm cunt.

Her eyes were closed, head thrown back; her hands clutched the bed sheet as tightly as they could. She was experiencing pure bliss, a state of sexual nirvana. He pushed her legs behind his back and lowered down to clasp her engorged nipple between his lips. Beads of sweat pooled on his head and trickled down as his body shook rapidly. She kissed the top of his bald head as a loving acknowledgement of the pleasure and the experience he was giving her. He slowed down just a little to move up and kiss her returning the gesture.

James slowed down just a bit to enjoy her wet mouth and the sloppy kiss. Their kisses were getting more and more passionate. From the reluctant kisser a while ago to a frantic kisser a few minutes ago, Mira was now kissing him like he was a long lost lover she had finally found. He pulled up to pick up pace and that gave Mira a chance to perk her head up to see below. She bellowed a moan seeing his thick cock piston in and out of her. What she also noticed was a Mangalsutra dangling and dancing from the hard thrusts her body was receiving. She was a married woman and was supposed to be faithful to just one man, her husband. But all that was irrelevant right now. Her husband was miles away waiting for a flight and she was here, in the arms of another man.

James for a second thought about changing positions. He so wanted to turn her over and fuck her like a bitch which was almost instinctive to him. But every time that thought was quashed by just a glance at her. Her beautiful face, her expressive eyes which winced and grimaced from each stroke. The straight nose which crinkled with the wince, its nostril flaring every time she inhaled sharply. The beautiful pink lips which always enticed him for a kiss, the small chin. The beautiful auburn hair and the dash of vermilion on the parting of her hair. She was so feminine, so beautiful that all he wanted to do was look at her, kiss her and fuck her.

James started fucking her harder, a change from the steady pace that was set. A few hard strokes inside her triggered the long awaited orgasm. She started moaning louder than she did, her body started shaking and shivering more than it did. Looking at her getting close, he hammered into her as hard as he could.

“Aaahaaaaa…. Haaa…yeaaaaahhh…” Mira screamed as the orgasm approached.

Seeing his shy, reluctant lover suddenly turn vocal turned him on a little too much, triggering his own orgasm. He bucked and moved faster and deeper. A few strokes and she was off the edge. She screamed as loud as she could before it turned into a whimper. She arched her back, her eyes turned as the orgasm hit her. She shivered and bucked like a possessed woman. Seeing in her state, James couldn’t control himself. A few hard thrusts later, he too grunted loudly, emptying his nuts inside her. He collapsed on her, heaving and panting while she too cooed and moaned from the aftershocks of the orgasm. He nuzzled her neck, placed soft kisses on her cheek and then finally looked at her after which another deep, passionate kiss followed.

James needed no further invitation. He sat up and simply flipped her over, giving another demonstration of the great strength that he possessed. He propped her up on her fours and in just a few short seconds, was humping her from behind. Grabbing on to her fleshy ass and the gorgeous, curvy waist, James pounded away. He was fucking her faster, deeper and harder than the last time, trying to push her limits and to open her up with each thrust of his pelvis. The feel of her soft skin, her moist cunt was pure bliss. Her moans, grunts and whimpers were like a beautiful symphony. He noticed the tiny gold waist chain on her. It was an anniversary gift Raghav had given her a year ago. She had worn it for this special vacation. It was just another thing intended for the one person and being enjoyed by another. He grabbed her by the shoulder and started hammering her cunt. She wailed in pleasure; her eyes closed and her head pointing down at the bed. He pulled her up and hugged her from behind, not for a second changing the tempo of his stroking.

That tight embrace and the kisses on her neck were so welcome to her. She turned her head towards him and they kissed. She grabbed his head from behind pulling him for a deeper kiss. He cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, pulling her erect nipples with is thick fingers.

“Ohhhh…. Gawwwdddd….” She screamed from the orgasm.

“Yeahhh…Aaaaahhhh…. Aaaaahhh…” Mira moaned as she started feeling another orgasm build inside her. 

It had been a solid twenty minutes since he was fucking her. He had not slowed down for even a second and maintained a steady rhythm. Mira wasn’t used to this; she was used to being fucked for 10 minutes at most which her husband did on his best day and if he did pull that off, a second round was out of the question. But right now she had been fucked for a second time in a matter of hours and the session was tiringly long. Even though she was exhausted, she admired her lover’s stamina and hoped he’d continue ravishing her aching body longer. The bed creaked violently and added to that, both of them screamed, moaned and grunted. She was sure that their loud love making would be giving their neighbours a sleepless night or perhaps encourage them to build up their own passion.

‘Phaat’ rang the loud slap through the room. James had just spanked her with his flat hand. The slap stung her and she moaned but did not stop him.

Encouraged, he spanked her again evoking another sharp moan from her. Her jiggling ass was so mesmerizing that he just couldn't stop himself. He slapped and slapped, increasing the force with each subsequent one and Mira did nothing but moan louder and louder with each slap.

“You like that…huhhh…” He grunted.

“Hmmmmmm….” She whimpered.

“Say ittttt…” He yelled before slapping her ass really hard.

“Aaaaaahhhh…Yesssss…. Yesssss…I loveeee itttttt...Aaaaahh...” Mira screamed acknowledging for the first time in words how much she was loving all this. Hearing her cum noisily, stirred his balls. HE could feel the jizz rising inside his balls.

She was well on her way to be the obedient slut he wished her to be. Her loud moans were just an acceptance of the fact that he owned her at that moment. Mira’s thoughts were clouded, all she could think of the unimaginable pleasure this man was giving her; something she had never witnessed, something she had so inertly craved all these years. And with the last tight slap on her ass, she came. She wailed, her scream muffled by the pillow in which she had dug her face. Her hands clutched the bed sheet as tightly as they could. Her body shivered with the same intensity and fervor as it did for the first orgasm.

“Aaaaaahh…. Fuckkkkk…. Jaaaammmessss….” She screamed his name as the orgasm swept over her. She collapsed on the bed while James continued fucking her as hard, though he too was close to finishing.

James had held on valiantly for his woman but now watching her scream his name while her body shuddered, made his dam burst too. The urgency of his orgasm was so intense that he never had the chance to pull out.

“Aarrrrgghhhhhhh….” He groaned as he collapsed on her, burying his cock deep inside her. His seed gushed from his balls and straight into her waiting womb. Even though she was in a state of sexual nirvana, Mira could clearly feel her pussy stretched and being filled up by his gushing jizz once again. Instead of feeling alarmed, she quietly resigned with a smile as she felt ropes after ropes of this thick cum spilling out of his cock and into her pussy.

His large body covered her tiny, naked frame. He parted her sweat soaked hair and buried his head in her neck and kissed it as lovingly as he could, in stark contrast to the relentless and savage fucking he had just given her. Their wet bodies embraced each other as they stayed still and silent, only hearing each other’s thumping heart beats and heavy breaths. She cooed as she felt his limp cock stroking inside her spasming pussy. 

Is this a dream? Mira thought, hoping that if it was, it never ends. James too had a similar thought. He had never thought that he’d end up bedding this very shy, fiercely conservative woman. Her reluctance, her fear and her amazing body had drawn him to her. He had fought her inhibitions, wrestled with her morals and broken down the walls of fidelity just to enjoy the bounties of her naked body. And by god had he enjoyed them. He knew he had a few days in hand till her husband arrived and resolved quietly to make the best of them.

He slid off her and laid down on next to her. She slid in to his arms, resting her head on his chest. Her hands caressed his flat stomach, his rippled chest while his large hand slowly ran though her hair and caressed her smooth back. Her eyes fixed on his glistening cock and she was tempted. She slid down popped his cock inside her mouth. As she sucked him, she tasted what was heady mix of their combined juices. She smiled to herself, making a note of how much she had changed in a matter of hours. What seemed impossible had just become a reality.

After sucking his cock clean, she laid her head back on his chest. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was dawn. A hint of sun light was creeping inside the room, the birds were chirping and she realised that she had just pulled off an all-night romp with her new found lover. Just another addition to the long list of her newly formed ‘first time’ list. She realized that his hand had stopped moving and looked up to him. He was deep asleep. She smiled knowing well that he needed the much deserved rest after putting up a performance of a lifetime. She moved up to him, sat over his cock by putting it inside her pussy and gently kissed his lips before embracing him tightly. She adjusted his cock inside her pussy well before drifting into a deep sleep.