Adultery BLACKED IN GOA (FULL COMPLETE STORY FROM OLD XOSSIP)

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

BLACKED IN GOA - CH. 01
The Sun...The Sand...The Sea And a Lonely Wife...​

"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 she 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 her 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 was still vacant. She hoped and prayed for a good traveling 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, she 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 innovativeness 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 her to the States and she wasn't getting a work visa there, her hopes of living with her 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 her 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.

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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 India. 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 Goa 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 her 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 her move the phone away from the ear.

Mira didn't say anything and started crying. She just couldn't control my tears anymore.

"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 her face with her 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 free internet connection. But most of all, the reviews she read about the service in this hotel drew her to it.

The hotel was a single story 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 the 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 her 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 bathroom was huge with a bath tab and a separate shower compartment. Mira had booked this room after seeing the pics of the tub and the shower compartment, fantasizing about how she and Raghav would 'use' 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 her 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 man 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. Mira 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. She 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. She 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. She 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.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

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.

"Uhh...no...thank you." She stammered.

"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.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"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.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

BLACKED IN GOA - CH. 02
He Seduces The Lonely Wife...​

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 rape 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 travelled man and he told Mira many of his stories but he explicitly omitted the parts where he had bedded many women, wherever he travelled 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 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 realised 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 ambience.
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 fervour which provoked him as well. The sounds of frantic kissing enveloped the room.
The smell of his cologne mixed with his natural odour 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 lobe 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 chiselled 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 realised 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.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

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 husbands.

"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 realised it wasn't spongy like her husbands, but hard as a rock. As she touched it, she realised 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.

She 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.

"I'll be right back baby..." He said as he stepped out of his shorts and walked inside the bathroom.

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'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 chiselled 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.

As his thick chocolate brown lips munched on hers, she slowly slid back into the erotic trance, waiting for her new found lover to take her to new highs of erotic pleasure. James was so engrossed in kissing this beautiful woman under him that he almost forgot the task at hand.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

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, chiselled 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.

Gingerly Mira reached out and held the tip of the condom with two of her fingers, and started pulling its base down his length. The condom snuggly fit onto his cock and he was now geared up.

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.

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"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 in the condom. 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.

Mira just got a couple of hours of sleep after that exhausting session but after that she lay wide awake in her bed. James was next to her, hugging her from behind, spooning her. They both lay naked and had not bothered to dress after sex.

She pondered what all this meant; for her life, for her marriage. She questioned her own morals and how she had fallen when she herself had many times proudly claimed that she was a staunch believer of monogamy.

She thought of just leaving and going back to her room. All she had to do was to stay put inside all night and then simply check out of the hotel in the morning. But even if that did help her avoid cheating again, it definitely didn't wash away what she had already done.

She didn't know how to react. On one hand she felt like crying, on the other hand she felt disgusted at her own self but there was a part of her, a part of her she tried to desperately supress that told her that she didn't have to regret or worry about anything. She had the most memorable night with this man. This was the first time she met him and perhaps she would never see him. This was a wild night that would be forgotten and there was absolutely no need for a confession.

She slowly turned around, being careful not to wake him up. She was startled to see that he was wide awake. They didn't speak but simply kept looking at each other. James had been awake for a couple of minutes and had soon realised that she too was awake. He knew what was going through her mind and didn't bother to disturb her. He had bedded far too many women to know the process.

He kept staring at her, deciding to make a move. Was she in the right frame of mind? Was she still reeling from the guilt? All these thoughts came to his mind but just looking at her beautiful face. The room was pitch dark and a ray of light from outside fell directly on the bed. They could clearly see each other in that light.

He smiled and she could see his pearly white teeth, his radiant eyes. She smiled back. She felt him get closer to her, his hand snaking behind her to pull her close. She thought of resisting but finally relented.

He pulled her close and they kissed with the same passion they displayed a couple of hours ago. He moved lower, placing a kiss every inch. He moved between her legs and she willingly spread them. He nuzzled her wet cunt and inhaled a deep breath, taking in her aroma.

He drew his tongue out and flicked her clit. She jumped as he did that and he truly enjoyed her reaction which encouraged him to do it again. She jumped again and settled down with a sigh. He wasn't going to give her a break. He latched his mouth on her clit and sucked hard.

"Aaaiiii..." She screamed. He sucked on her swollen clit making her writhe in pleasure.

He licked along the length of her aching cunt and repeated that action. Mira whimpered and those whimpers turned in to long moans when he pushed his tongue inside her. She spread her legs and raised them allowing him more room. He swiftly pushed her legs against her body, raising her butt.

He continued his frantic licking, lapping up her flowing juices.

Mira's kept her head firmly on the bed and her eyes shut. Her hands were clutching the bed sheet and all she did was moan. When she finally raised her head to peek, she saw his face buried in her pussy. Her hand slowly reached out and touched his head. He stopped and looked up, their eyes met for a moment. Even though her mouth did not convey her feelings, her eyes gave a tacit approval for James' actions. This shy wife was slowly but surely turning into a cheating hot-wife and James was loving it.

Keeping his eyes locked with her, he continued to lick her, paying extra attention to her swollen clit. Mira had shaven her pussy for her husband but right now, James' raspy tongue devoured it.

"Aaahhh...yeah...Fuck Me!!" Mira moaned as her pleasure reached a crescendo. This was the first time a shy and well cultured Mira had so openly used foul language. Even in bed she never used profanity and was submissive. She was surprised by herself that she was using such language. What was James doing to her?

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.

That tingling feeling started growing her in stomach and she realised and orgasm was on its way. She was impaled on his cock and she could feel it slide inside her. She started shivering and screaming. Sensing her impending orgasm, James fucked her harder, making her screams reverberate through the dark room.

"Ohhhh... Gawwwdddd..." She screamed from the orgasm.

"Yeah...yeahhh...scream like that" James moaned seeing her cum.

"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 mesmerising 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 fervour 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. 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 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 realised that his hand had stopped moving and looked up to him. He was deep asleep. She smiled knowing well he needed the much deserved rest after putting up a performance of a lifetime. She moved up to him and gently kissed his lips before embracing him tightly and drifting into a deep sleep.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

BLACKED IN GOA - CH. 03
She Gets Addicted...To Him...​

Mira cried her heart out, still laying in the bed; the same bed where she had committed the ultimate sin of adultery.
As the sun rose, the high of lust wore off and she realised the gravity of the situation at hand. How was she supposed to face her husband? How was she going to live with this? How could she have done something so terrible? All these questions flooded her mind.
When she woke up from the deep post sex slumber, James was not in bed. She looked around and when she found herself naked in his bed, the events of last night played in her mind.
She then realised what she had done and she curled up in the foetal position and started crying. She had just put her marriage, her life and everything she had built up to that moment, on the line in a blinding moment of lust.
She spent several minutes crying and yet there was no sign of James. She was in his room and it was strange that he wasn't there. After she had finally cried her eyes out and the tears ran dry, she pulled herself out of the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. On the way she saw herself in the mirror. She was a mess!
Her hair was a mess, her tits were sore from all the sucking, squeezing and pulling. Love bites riddled her body, especially her breasts. Her eyes were red and swollen, her mascara smeared all over and so was her lipstick. She limped visibly as her cunt was sore from being fucked by the massive rod.
She walked inside and sat on the commode to relieve herself. She heard the shower start and looked towards the shower compartment.
The glass of the compartment was steamed up and she could clearly see the contours of James' dark body. The glass seemed be magnifying his muscular form but instead of marvelling at his body, her focus was only on the cock that stood out.
'Is it erect?' She wondered as she saw the massive appendage pointing towards the shower wall. It indeed was erect and she gasped when she saw James playing with it. He came thrice last night and he was still erect was something Mira couldn't get her head around. She saw his hand wrap around the base of the cock and slowly push forward.
The deep sense of guilt and shame that had enveloped her just a few minutes ago was slowly draining out with her urine as she saw his body through the glass. Her heart skipped a beat, her breathing got heavy, her pussy spasmed and a sharp chill ran up her spine.
This reaction had got her in trouble before and she thought of moving out before he noticed her presence. She got up and as she did that, she heard the shower door open. James stepped out of the shower; water dripping of his naked body. His perfect muscular form in that state made Mira stand in her place as if she had been hypnotised.
"Good morning" James said as he stepped towards her.
"Hmmm..." Was all Mira could muster as she continued staring at him, especially his groin from where his magnificent cock stood out; erect and proud.
He stood in front of her and continued staring down at her. Seeing her naked body which carried the marks of his conquest made his cock strain out in erection. Her luscious lips and the small black mole above her lip was just too enticing for him.
As he towered over her, he brought his hands to her shoulder and slowly pushed her down on the commode. As if spellbound, Mira complied sitting on the covered toilet. From looking up to him, her attention was focused now on his cock that pointed straight at her and was just a couple of inches from her mouth.
It was as if the cock had some magical powers that clouded her thoughts and shrouded her judgement. She knew she had already created a lot of trouble for her and the way things were going she was inviting more of it. She wanted to leave, she wanted to sort herself out before it was too late but this man and his sheer erotic charisma simply wouldn't let her loose.
She felt her hair being clutched in his strong hand and his groin gently moving towards her mouth. She looked up to him as a final yet weak show of resistance which failed miserably when her mouth opened wide and her tongue came out, as if it had a mind of its own.
James stepped forward, placing the hard knob of his cock on her tongue. As soon as it touched her tongue, it spewed a glob of precum which pooled on her tongue. As if on cue, she closed her lips around the cock head and sucked on it gently, pulling out more of his precum which she promptly swallowed.
As she pursed her lips tightly around his knob, he grabbed her hair in both his hands and slowly thrust his shaft inwards. The tightness of her pursed lips, the softness and warmth of her mouth was pure bliss.
"Aaaaahh..." He groaned from the tightness her pursed lips as he pulled out slowly. He pulled out till just the tip was resting between her puckered mouth. His body visibly shuddered as his cock pushed its way back inside through the tightly puckered mouth.
Mira felt a sense of elation seeing him react the way he did. She knew she was pleasing him, just the way he had pleasured her last night.
Her hands which till now were by her side slowly came up and wrapped around his shaft. She watched cross eyed as her eyes focused on his shaft. She slowly started jerking his shaft with both her hands, her slender wrists rotated and her hands slid up and down his long, thick shaft. Even though both her hands were wrapped around his shaft and her mouth had engulfed the head, there was still a good three inches or so of his cock left in the open. The magnificent pole of meat throbbed and pulsated, remnants of his spunk and her saliva dripped down to the shaft, thick blue veins criss- crossed the shaft.
She opened her mouth wide and pulled more of him inside her. Her mouth was completely stuffed yet not even half of it was inside. She tried pulling in more but then the cock head hit the back of her mouth and she gagged. She abruptly pulled back and started coughing.
"Haha...you tried...I like that..." James laughed as he watched this amateur cock sucker try to master the art of the deep throat. Not many women had been able to pull it off and Mira seemed to be just another in the long list of women who failed.
"Looks like you not used to sucking cocks..." James trailed off as he saw Mira's swollen red, teary eyes.
Mira shook her head at what was true. She was not an expert in oral sex. She did perform on her husband but it was more of a duty than to her liking. And the blowjobs were restricted to special occasions like his birthdays, vacations and so on.
She wrapped her lips around his cock and again mounted an oral assault, this time managing to take in a couple of inches more than before gagging again.
"You've never sucked one this big before have you?" He asked.
"Hmm...This is the biggest penis I've ever sucked." She replied as her hand slowly curled around his shaft while the other fondled his massive balls.
"This ain't no penis babe...this is a cock!!" He exclaimed as he pulled her head towards his cock.
"Hmmmpfff.." She moaned as the thick shaft slid down her mouth, his assistance had managed to get another inch of him in her mouth.
"This is a big black cock!!" He said as he fucked her mouth. She nodded as he mastered over her.
"Say it." He said before pulling out of her mouth.
"Big Black Cock." Mira replied in perhaps the most submissive way she could. As she emphasised on the word 'cock', his cock twitched visibly. It was perhaps the most arousing sight to see this submissive wife utter a word so vulgar. It was going exactly the way he wanted it.
"You love sucking ma big black cock?" James thundered.
"Hmmpfff..." She bobbed her head in agreement.
"Naaaahhh girlll...I want you to say it!"
"I love it..." she replied in visible embarrassment but trying to take him in her mouth.
He pushed her head back and held it in his hands.
"Looks like you don't wanna suck this cock nomoe." He said in his thick ghetto accent. The usually suave and well-spoken James suddenly seemed like a thug.
He was forcing her to behave in a way she had never done. Even though this was not the way she would speak even in private, the idea of uttering such expletives and talking so dirty was so arousing. She tried to take him in again but he pushed her back.
"You ain't getting this cock till you say it... Say it bitch!" He grunted.
"I love it...I love sucking your BIG BLACK COCK!!. Now please give it to me!" Mira moaned reflexively. She finally admitted it. She had spelt out what she was thinking since last night. He had called her a bitch which should have offended her beyond means but right now it was strangely arousing her.
"Good Gurlll...Now open yo mouth wide." He instructed and she complied. The sense of relief that she felt the moment his cock stuffed inside her mouth was sublime.
She grabbed the base of the shaft along with the massive balls sack in her hand and started bobbing her head up and down rapidly. She switched from sucking to licking his shaft before burying her head in his balls. She had them wet and shiny in no time as her tongue swirled around his golf ball sized nuts. She even made a futile attempt to take them inside her mouth at once but failed. Her mouth just couldn't open wide enough for both his balls to fit in. But James was pleased. What she lacked in experience, she made up with enthusiasm and the willingness to learn.
Mira was mixing her moves rather well and was paying attention not just to the tip but to the entire cock. She was sucking and kissing the cock head, licking the shaft, licking and sucking on his balls and shuffling her moves.
"How big's yo husband?" He asked.
Mira was ashamed at that question. She knew Raghav didn't even come close to James; not in length, girth or even the quantity of cum ejected. In fact, James was ejecting far more pre-cum than what Raghav did with his ejaculation.
Even though deeply embarrassed to answer him, she was so spellbound by him and so much in his control that she felt compelled to answer him. She took the cock out of her mouth and placed her finger an inches short of his halfway mark. She was silently answering his question by comparing Raghav, her husband to James, her lover.
"And how thick?" He enquired.
"Not even close." She curtly replied realising how futile the question was. She had told James what she had never told anyone, even her best friend. She never thought it was even an issue and to her, Raghav's cock was the biggest it ever was but she now realised how blind she was and how her eyes had finally opened.
It was worthless even to compare the two. James cock was so big, so thick and felt so hard in her mouth whereas Raghav felt relatively soft even when he was the most aroused. James tasted so good, whereas she had never bothered to taste Raghav.
"Haha...so you admit...you finally being taken by a real man!" James said. She bobbed her head in agreement as she sucked his cock. Her hand slid up his thighs to his abdomen and caressed his washboard 6 pack abs. Unbelievable! Her hands travelled from his abdomen, slithering behind his back and then to his butt. She caressed his hard, taut ass buns before digging her nails in its firm flesh.
"Aaarrgghh.." He groaned pushing his cock deeper in her mouth. She willingly accepted him and didn't gag this time, her throat had gotten used to his thickness.
"Lemme help you take it all in..." He said as he grabbed her head in hands. Her head almost fit into his freakishly large grip.
"Now relax baby and focus..." He instructed as he started pushing his cock deeper inside her mouth. The cock was already halfway in her mouth and she took in a couple of more without gagging. He pulled back a little and pushed back in, this time pushing another inch inside.
"Relax yo throat babe." He encouraged her. She followed him to the word and relaxed her contracting throat and voila...another inch was in.
When he pushed further, she gagged and started couching. He was about to pull back thinking that this was her limit but then Mira pulled him in, this time taking the last couple of inches.
"Ohhhhh Yeaaahhhh..." He groaned in approval as this fresh bitch had just achieved what many seasoned bitches hadn't; she had deep throated his monster cock!
He held her head firmly against his crotch. She felt his balls touching her chin, her nose brushed against his lower abdomen.
He held on for a couple of inches and then released her. As soon as his cock sprung out, she inhaled sharply and loudly. A thick rope of saliva connected her lips and his cock. The organ was covered in a thick sheen of her saliva. James watched proudly as his new conquest was shaping just the way he wanted her to.
He thought she had enough but then he was pleasantly surprised when she pulled him back and took him in her mouth again. He put his foot on the commode next to her and allowed her to take charge. She sucked eagerly, yet leisurely her new found toy...her new found obsession. She confessed to herself that she had never enjoyed a blowjob as much as she was doing at the moment.
He pulled back and pulled her up. Mira whimpered in protest as she was too caught up in sucking and pleasuring his cock. She embraced his large, wet body tightly; his cock snuggled between their bodies. He pulled her chin up and started kissing her and she kissed back. Their kiss grew intense and passionate.
The loud smacking sounds made by their intense and deep kissing resonated through the tiny bathroom. Mira raised herself on her toes to meet her lover and James squeezed her supple butt to prop her up.
It was so much in contrast to last night. Last night was full of uncertainties, hesitation and resistance. She was a bit of a resistant partner last night but just in one night, it all seemed so natural. The resistance was broken down, the hesitation had vanished and now Mira and James were making love like they had been doing so for ages.
He squeezed her tit and pinched her swollen, turgid nipple to which she squealed in his mouth. She still hadn't let go of his cock and stroked it. He cupped her large, soft breast in his hand before lowering his mouth on it.
Mira threw her head back in ecstasy as his mouth pulled in her swollen nipple and the tongue rolled on to it. He sucked on it hungrily, leaving bite marks all over. He moved from one nipple and latched his mouth on the other but not before kissing and licking her entire chest. Mira moaned and sighed, cooed and winced as James' mouth cast its magic on her eagerly waiting breasts. Her one hand was till stroking his slick cock while the other was loving caressing his bald head, encouraging him.
He pulled her in front of the mirror and stood behind her. He cupped her luscious breasts in his hands and gave them a firm squeeze. She shuddered not just from the squeezing but also from the fact that his thick cock was now snuggled in her ass crease.
He pushed her smooth hair aside and started nuzzling her neck. Her large breasts were a perfect fit in his large hands and he squeezed, pinched and played with her breasts. She tilted her head a little to allow him access to her whole neck. He expertly licked her ear, kissed her neck, making her moan with her eyes closed.
He pushed on her shoulder and made her bend over. She shuddered when her breasts touched the cold basin tile. He stepped back and watched her glistening pussy and chuckled. She buried her head in shame as James openly ogled her cunt.
She felt his hand on her smooth, curvy ass before it slid down between her legs. She trembled and moaned as his fingers slid down the length of her pussy and settle on her engorged clit.
"Aaaahhh..." She moaned as his finger flicked her clit. She buried her head between her arms and continued to moan.
She looked up in the mirror but couldn't see James behind her. She turned back to see him kneeling on the floor behind her, his mouth closing in on her cunt. A second later, she sighed as she felt his mouth sucking on her wet nether lips but moaned a second later when he drove his tongue inside her pussy. He grabbed her thick ass and pried open her pussy with his thumbs before burying his face inside her.
"Aaahhh...James...iitt...feels so good...ohhhh.." She moaned. She was impressed by his oral skills last night itself but this was just another endorsement for it. James slurped up her flowing juices as eagerly as she had his just a few minutes ago.
She could feel a strong orgasm forming up inside her. She was now visibly shaking, her moans were louder and it was approaching rapidly. She didn't want him to stop and she said so between those long drawn out moans.
Just as the orgasm seemed to arrive, James abruptly pulled back and stood up.
"Noooo...Please don't stop... Why did you stoppp????" Mira wailed in disappointment. She was so close to the ultimate release.
"You don't ask questions... you just do what I want..." James commanded before slapping her protruding butt hard.
"Aaaahhh..." She screamed. The slap stung her sensitive skin and turned it red. It was definitely harder than the spanking she got last night.
James derived a kind of demonic pleasure out of seeing her wail in pain. He raised his hand high and landed another tight slap on her already stinging butt. Her moans were a mix of pain and pleasure but it was obvious that the pleasure was much more than the pain. The louder she moaned, stiffer he got and his cock twitched wildly.
"You like that?" He asked as his thick finger probed the insides of her sloppy cunt.
"Ummmmmm..." She replied with her eyes closed.
"Look at dat ass...just so fine..." He said before slapping it again.
"Ohhh yeaahh..." She replied. Those 'Aaahs' had been replaced by 'Ohh yeahhs' which meant this was clearly to her liking.
Mira being a natural submissive lover meant she loved being dominated and James being a natural dom, they both were just meant for each other.
He bunched her long flowing hair in his hand and started raining hard slaps on her already red and stinging ass. Mira squealed, moaned and screamed as he spanked her. She had never been spanked and the pain felt surprisingly good.
James bent down and bit her butt and she wailed in pain. Her hands grabbed the edge of the basin as the pain surged through her body but a moment later, the sharp pain was replaced by his soothing tongue as he licked and sucked on her bare butt cheek.
He slowly lowered next to her ear and whispered, "You want this nigga cock?" All the while caressing her pussy.
After an audible gulp Mira said, "Yesss..."
"You like this nigga cock?" He coaxed her before pushing two of his fingers inside her.
"Yeeahhh...I...love...yoourr..aaahhh..." She struggled to reply.
"Say it...say it you nigga cock lovin slut..." He commanded as he drove his fingers completely inside her.
"Yes..Yeessss...I love your big black nigga cock..." She replied as she felt his cock head touch in pulsating cunt.
"You want this nigga to fuck you??" He teased her. She was losing it...she craved a hard fuck to give her the orgasmic release she desperately needed.
"Yeessss...Fuck me Nigga..." She said. She was aware how offending the N word was but right now it seemed so right.
"Say dat again..." He ordered. The tip of his cock was about to pierce her cunt.
"Aahh..Fuck Me Niggguhhh...Aaaahhhhhhh..." She moaned as he drove his cock into her cunt in one smooth stroke.
"Keep sayin it bitch...keep beggin fo dis nigga cock..." He said as he pushed his cock in completely inside her.
"Ohhhh yeaaahh...FUCK ME NIGGAA...Aaahhhh..." She screamed. Every time she uttered those words, he'd pull back and ram it back inside her.
He grabbed her waist and started hammering her cunt. She wailed and moaned as the long awaited orgasm hit her...
"Aarrggghhh...Fucckkkkkkk..." She screamed and her hands gripped edge of the basin tightly. Even though the orgasm peaked, he didn't slow down which made her scream louder.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

He pulled her up and hugged her tight. She turned her head to kiss him even as his thick cock ram rodded her.

"Ohhhhhh...Jamessss..." She moaned in the throes of pleasure.

"Daaammnnn yo pussy's so tight...feels so fine..." He moaned as he grabbed her shoulder and kept on hammering her cunt.

'Plock Plock Plock Plock' his balls slammed rapidly yet rhythmically against her cunt. The small, congested bathroom was filled with the noises of her moans, his grunts and the very loud smacking of his balls.

"Fuu...cckk Meee...ee...yeea...aaahhh" She moaned between those incredible thrusts.

"Take it...Take it like that you bitch..." He smacked her luscious butt.

The smack talk was strangely turning her on beyond her imagination. The use of the choicest abuses and especially the N word was acting like an aphrodisiac.

With her half open eyes she looked in the mirror and saw her lover standing behind her, thrusting his pelvis into her. Drops of sweat pooled on his bald head, his chest heaved rapidly as he fucked her. He looked up and into the mirror to see her in the highest state of arousal. Her messy hair, her parted lips, her half open eyes and those guttural moans just encouraged him to fuck her harder; just the way a slut does...he knew those kind.

Their eyes met through the mirror and locked in to a stare. Everything seemed to slow down as a mutual stare game ensued. His face was so resolute, his jaws clenched, his eyes red...there was something so animalistic in that stare she thought.

His hands roamed on her naked back, caressing her flawless fair skin. HE lowered his hands and cupped her breasts, pinching her swollen nipples. He brought his hand over to her face and caressed her soft cheeks. She closed her eyes and kissed his hand as it roamed all over.

She felt his fingers on her lips and she instantly opened her mouth. She sucked and licked on them just the way she did his cock; slobbering and drooling over them.

"Ummm..." She moaned as she bobbed her head back and forth on his fingers.

James stopped stroking but Mira continued to slam her pussy into his crotch. He knew how addicted to his cock she had gotten. He was elated; just last night, this shy reluctant wife went with the flow but now she was taking initiative.

It took Mira a few moments to realise that James had stopped moving and she was fucking him and not the other way round. She stopped, looked back at him and a moment later he started laughing. She blushed and buried her heard between her arms but started grinding her loins against his.

He raised her leg and placed her knee on the basin counter before bunching her long flowing hair into his strong hand. Once she had assumed the desired position, he started hammering her again, this time harder than before.

Mira hollered as the cock pushed against her cervix. Raghav's cock had not been as deep as this. James' cock probed her depth, charting unexplored regions of her cunt.

"Aarrgghh..." She screamed as he yanked her hair, pulling her head behind.

"Yo husband hasn't fucked you like dis I bet..." He grunted in between those incredibly hard thrusts.

"Uhh hhuuhhh..." She managed to moan in response.

"What a wimp...wasting away such a fine pussy...You need a real man...a real man..." He grunted.

"Aaaah...Yaaa...I need it..."

"You got a real man to fuck you now..."

"Yeess...Fuck Me...Aaahh...Ohh yeah..."

She twisted her torso and pulled him close to kiss him hard. Their tongues duelled even as he hammered her below. The kiss was so delicate, in sharp contrast to the ruthless fucking.

"Faster...Faster...Faster...Yess... Harder...Aaahh...yeeahhh..." She screamed and he complied. She started bucking, thrashing and her eyes rolled up as a massive orgasm swept over her. She collapsed on the basin counter with her cheek resting on the cold tile. She thought she would pass out from the relentless streams of orgasms she was having.

James stopped and let her recover. He pulled out of her with her with an audible 'plop' and stood back admiring her nakedness. His hard cock was aching for release but he wanted to go on as long as he could. This bitch was finally his and he had to seal the deal by fucking her till she could take it no more.

Mira stood up and turned around to rush in to his arms. She rained kisses on his face, slobbering him. She was thanking him for the incredible orgasm he gave her. He lifted her off her feet and placed her on the basin. She shivered as her soft skin touched the cold, damp basin causing goose bumps.

Sitting on the basin, she caressed his cock gently, feeling the thick nerves that ran along its length. She teased the tip with her finger and a thick drop of pre cum oozed out of slit which she promptly spread over the tip. Above, James caressed her cheeks as he kissed her while his other hand locked behind her head, pulling her deeper into the kiss.

He broke the kiss and gently pushed her head back against the mirror. He raised her left leg and placed it on his shoulder and spread the other leg wide opening her up for penetration. She watched intently and silently as he prepared to go in again.

He slapped his cock on her swollen clit and she bit her lip and inhaled sharply. Her eyes were fixed on the tip which was poised at her gaping hole.

"Aahhh..." She sighed as the tip slid in and watched mesmerised as inch after inch of the thick shaft slid in slowly. She was still surprised how could her tiny cunt take such a massive cock. She felt stuffed with Raghav but after this, her definition of being stuffed had changed and so had her understanding of her own capabilities.

She gasped when the cock touched her cervix and his balls touched her pussy. James too watched in awe as his cock went in to the hilt. He had never seen a woman take his entire length as easily as Mira had, even the most seasoned sluts he had fucked struggled to accommodate him. This woman was different and this realisation was dawning upon her too.

James started stroking her pussy albeit slowly, building up the pace after every few strokes. Her sighs were now slowly turning into moans. He held her thigh with one hand while the other rested on his butt, pushing it. She held the edges of the counter with both her hands as she braced for another session of ravishment.

And soon enough he was fucking her as hard as before. She had closed her eyes and had thrown her head back as the orgasm started building inside her. The bangles on her wrists clinked and her mangalsutra slithered on her ample bosom.

She had tossed away the last ounces of morality in her when she hungrily devoured his cock a while ago but now there was an utter disregard for her marital vows even though the sign, the witness of that marriage, her mangalsutra slithered and snaked between her milky white breasts.

His hands slid up her thigh, to her waist, to her stomach and then cupped her breast. Holding her soft delicate breast for support he pounded away. His hand then slowly slid up her chest, caressed her small chin and caressed her juicy, full lips. His fingers soon started probing the inside of her mouth as Mira hungrily sucked on them.

James varied his speed and depth of penetration. He fucked her fast and hard, bringing her tantalisingly close to an orgasm before abruptly slowing down, letting the orgasm recede hastily. When he fucked her hard, she would scream in ecstasy and moan in disappointment when that elusive orgasm would recede. James was deriving some devilish pleasure out of seeing this demure Indian wife writhe and buck, craving for more.

"Pleaseee...Pleaseee give it to me...Pleaseee..." She begged her lover to give her the orgasm she so rightly deserved.

"Aaahhh...Aaaahhhh... Ohhhh..." She started moaning louder as his saliva drenched fingers started wriggling her clit. Her vaginal orgasm had just gotten a clitoral impetus as she hollered away to another mind shattering orgasm.

As soon as she had recovered from the orgasm, he pulled her up, locked his hands behind her neck and started hammering. She grabbed his muscular arms tight as her body shook vigorously from the ruthless fucking.

"Yes yes yes yess... Ohhh Gawwdddd... Yessss..." She screamed as yet came yet again. She hugged him tight as he finally stopped.

She could feel his thick pre-cum trickle down her cunt. She wasn't on the pill and recalled that James had been cumming inside her since last night. Its consequences weren't lost on her but even a twitch from his hard, leaking cock would push away any rational thoughts that came to her mind.

She kissed him on the neck, slowly kissing her way down to his chest. She felt the contours of his muscular pecks before tracing the outline with a spate of light kisses. She closed her eyes and engulfed in her mouth, the dark turgid nipple that crowned her chest. She could distinctly feel his thick cock twitch inside her as her mouth eagerly sucked his nipple.

James grabbed her hair and pulled her up. Mira looked like a ravaged woman; her hair dishevelled, her eyes swollen from crying and staying up all night, traces of smeared mascara under her eyes and traces of smeared lipstick on and around her lips. Her eyes were half open and so was her mouth. This woman was in a different state of existence.

James' cock was firmly lodged inside her, as if it always belonged there. He slowly pulled back half the way and then slid back in. Mira gasped; even in that delirious state, her body responded to each of his thrust. As he picked up pace again, her hands slid down his back before settling on his taut butt and squeezing it.

She squeezed his butt hard, grabbing it like support as he pounded her. Their mouths met and a vulgar dance of their tongues ensued. James could now feel the jizz in his balls starting to rise up. A part of him didn't want to the release but another part of him was dying for it.

Mira could feel his cock swell inside her. It twitched more; the stroking getting erratic. She embraced him tightly and let go off herself, only moaning and bellowing as her lover fucked her. James too was now grunting louder than usual. He fucked her hard, harder and harder.

"Aarrggghhh.." She screamed from that one last orgasmic peak. Her clenched pussy triggered his own impending orgasm.

"Aarrggghhhhhhh..." He thrust his cock to the hilt inside and moaned loudly, closed his eyes and threw his head back. His cock spewed out streams after streams of cum inside her waiting pussy. The orgasm was so unreal, she felt just like everything that had happened in the course of the last one day.

The orgasm subsided and their trembling bodies relaxed. They were in a tight embrace, not a work spoken. Their breaths and their beating hearts were the only thing they could hear.

Mira relished the feeling of his softening, spewing cock inside her. Even though it was receding in size, she still felt stuffed. The flaccid cock slid out of her as Mira and James exchanged a battery of passionate, post orgasmic kisses.

He broke the embrace and pulled back, walking back inside the bedroom to get a towel. Mira was still on the counter, waiting for her lover. She looked down to see a thin stream of cum, trickling down her gaping vagina; some of it had pooled down on the counter and some was smeared around her pussy. She gingerly scooped some of his cum with her finger and curiously tasted it. She smiled to herself for doing that. It felt so weirdly kinky but so wonderful.

She got off the counter and walked inside the shower compartment. She sighed as the warm water trickled down her ravaged body, giving her a sense of relief like never before. She caressed and rubbed her body, washing off the thick stains of cum on her body.

She peeked out to see James standing in front of the commode, with one hand gently holding his cock while the other rested on his hip. A thick, steady stream of piss landing inside the bowl of the toilet. The sight in itself triggered something in her. The stream slowly receded and after a couple of shakes, was over.

She caught her lover's attention and extended her arm towards him. She pulled him inside the moment he held her.

----

The receptionist was on her final round of the hotel property before finishing her shift for the night. She would take a round of the hotel before reporting back to the next girl on the shift.

Just as she passed in front of James' room, she recalled the incident last night. She stopped in her tracks and smiled. Just as she was about to walk away, she heard the moans coming out of the exhaust outlet of the bathroom.

"Ooohhh...James!! Yess...Fuck me!"

The receptionist blushed and giggled before walking away.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

BLACKED IN GOA - CH. 04
Mira gets Double Blacked on the Beach. ​

"The volcanic eruptions in Iceland have stopped but the smoke still covers the skies over the continent. Flights out of Europe are still cancelled and the stranded passengers have been accommodated in hotels by the respective airlines. The forecast is for the skies to clear in two days, and normal flights should then resume."

Mira was watching the news on the TV. She was keenly interested in the news affecting her husband's flight. She had received a call from him telling her the same - that he would be stuck in London for another couple of days before the volcanic ash cleared out.

Her vacation was not going as she expected it to be. Her husband was supposed to be here, right next to her. She was supposed to have a good time with him but alas, that wasn't happening. She was having a good time alright but not in a way she had imagined.

A pang of guilt would strike her every now and then. Mira would freeze and contemplate her actions and the possible consequences but as the guilt subsided, she would recall the most intense, unbridled, passionate moments with James, her newfound lover. Perhaps her conscience was trying to justify her infidelity by recalling all those moments.

She was seduced so smoothly and stealthily that she couldn't herself believe it had happened. Just two days ago she landed in Goa for a mini honeymoon with her husband and in just one day she was in the arms of another man. And what a man!

If the first night was amazing, the day after was far better. The hectic bout in the bathroom continued on to the bed. The deep, passionate kisses, the firm caresses to her soft body, his thick rough lips planting kisses all over her body from her head to toe. His rough, raspy tongue flicking her nipple and then the same tongue probing the insides of her waiting pussy.

Impressed as she was with his stamina and staying power, she was also impressed by how much and how long she could take him. Before James she had only experienced the regular acts; the missionary, the doggie and an occasional cowgirl but ever since yesterday, her repertoire of sexual positions had grown exponentially. It was as if they were trying every position out of the Kamasutra!

In the shower, her luscious heavy breasts were pressed against the cold, wet glass as she was taken from behind, the hot water flowing down her ravaged body. On the couch, she was bent over the armrest before being laid down on the seat. On the bed she was subjected to a plethora of positions; missionary, doggie style, cowgirl, spooning and all the variations that came along. And not just these; he took her standing, against the wall from behind and from the front. Her petite body was like a toy which he loved to play with.

The marathon coupling main courses were preceded by the tasty appetizers. They ate each other hungrily! She grabbed the pillows, the bedsheet, whatever she could find as her legs clamped around his head. Her head tilted back as she writhed and screamed from the orgasms he gave her with the mere use of his tongue. Here too, James used his expertise and devoured her in various ways.

Mira reciprocated; engulfing his massive organ whenever she had a chance, and James gave her plenty of opportunities to swallow him. Whether it was lying between his legs or kneeling in front of him, she sucked his cock with the enthusiasm of a first timer and the urgency of a slut. She loved how he took control of her; grabbing her head and pushing it down on his organ. In a very short time she had mastered the art of deep throating his massive cock, and every time she took him all in he would grunt in wonder and appreciation. She loved his acknowledgement of her new skill and that encouraged her to muster on.

The man was a sex machine; absolutely unstoppable! And he was turning her into a sex machine too. The only fuel that these two sex machines ran on was food and beer which was promptly left by the hotel staff outside their door. This was not just because of the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging on the knob, but also because anyone who came near their room could hear Mira's muffled yet passionate moans and screams making it amply clear that they were not to be disturbed. It was always James who stepped out to take the food inside the room as Mira was either lying naked in bed in post-coital bliss or was cleaning herself in the bathroom.

The only rest they had was in the short breaks that they took after each session. The morning event was followed by a light breakfast of bread and scrambled eggs, interspersed with pints of beer. During their two-hour long siesta after lunch their bodies intertwined like lovers. The nap allowed them to recharge their batteries after a long and intense bout before lunch.

Even the evening was spent in the confines of his suite. Both of them had taken long relaxing showers and were now lying in bed. Both had bathrobes on with their fronts open. He had a beer in his hand while she was holding a red wine. They spent the evening relaxing, sipping on their drinks, talking, kissing. It was just a matter of time before he had downed a six-pack and she held the empty bottle of wine in her hand. With nothing else to do for the evening, both of them lunged at each other.

The rest of the evening was spent making love. A stark change from the ruthless, hectic fucking that they indulged for the entirety of the day. Light and deep kisses replaced the tight and hard ones, tight grips of the skin gave way to delicate caresses. There was not an iota of care for the world or time.

She turned around, placing her knees on either side of James' head and he pulled her down on him. The sixty-nine allowed both of them to pleasure each other's genitals which they had come to love so much. She showered his cock with all the love and admiration she could muster. Gentle stroking was accompanied by soft yet deep sucking of the large, mushroom like purple glans interspersed with long licks to the organ and rolling of his massive nuts in her mouth.

Occasionally her sucking would be interrupted by her passionate moans as James expertly licked her flowing pussy. His mouth was latched on to her engorged clit while his thick thumb fingered her pussy and the index finger fingered her butt hole. In that delirious state Mira would smile as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm but not cumming even once himself. She was beginning to worship this man and his phallus.

He pushed her backwards and within a few moments, Mira arched her back and gave out a long moan as he entered her. She kept staring at the ceiling fan that creaked and hummed above them. The monotonous humming of the fan made her dizzy.

Her left hand was across his back while the right rested behind his head as he nuzzled her neck and licked her ears, all the time showering praises on her beautiful body. Her heels were placed firmly on his butt. His strokes were slow but deep. He would pull back almost all the way before pushing back completely in a smooth yet gentle stroke.

He broke the kiss and looked at Mira, his hips still working on her slight body. Watching her in that state of ecstasy worked like a drug. Her ruffled hair, her delirious stare, her slightly open mouth turned him on beyond imagination. He lowered his mouth onto her soft, wet lips and kissed her, while his hips steadily started moving faster. She moaned in his mouth as the stroking got faster. She pushed the back of his head towards her, intensifying the kiss while her other hand roamed down his back and clutched his tight butt.

The evening ended after several minutes of intensely passionate lovemaking. The passion hit a crescendo when he groaned and pushed his twitching cock completely inside her; spurting copious amounts of thick, virile cum inside her wet, waiting and fertile pussy. The twitching cock triggered Mira's orgasm and she arched her back, pulled him closer and allowed him to cum deep inside her just the way she had allowed him to do all day.

The night was spent in each other's arms, spooning; his flaccid cock snugly fit inside her butt crack. Her head rested on his bicep while his arms embraced her tightly as they slipped into a deep and well deserved sleep.

Mira had tiptoed out of his room early in the morning. She was wearing the same clothes she wore two nights ago when they went out. She went back to her room and collapsed on the bed and slept for another couple of hours.

They had made plans to go to the beach and relax. Relaxation was necessary after such a hectic day yesterday. She had a full breakfast after a long shower and was now watching the news for any reports of the volcano.

Her husband, Raghav, was still stuck in London and had called several times yesterday. She finally answered his calls. "Hey sorry, I forgot my phone in the room yesterday. I went out sightseeing all day and was too tired when I got home and just slept," she lied to her husband.

"The volcano has stopped erupting now but the flights won't resume for another couple of days. I have spoken to my boss and extended my leave for a few more days, baby," Raghav said.

"It's ok Raghav. I am sorry for being so rude to you the other day. I know there is nothing you could do... it was just nature taking its own course," Mira said. She couldn't be angry at her husband now, especially after she had cheated on him.

"That's okay baby... I'll be there soon and we'll have a great time. So what sights did you see?" he asked.

"Just the usual...beaches and churches," Mira replied, trying to suppress the smile on her face. The most consistent sight she had seen yesterday was the ceiling of James' room.

"Oh... we will see the other ones after I get there. The airline has checked me into a hotel so everything is okay here... no need to worry," he said, and the call ended.

Mira kept the phone on the bed and stood in front of the mirror. She had just walked out of the shower just with a towel covering her body. She untied it and let it fall to her feet. She examined the visible marks of ravishment left behind on her body by James. Her chest was covered with hickeys and there were a couple of very visible marks on her neck. She turned around to see her butt was still pink from all the hard spanking she enjoyed receiving yesterday. She had taken a lot of effort to clean away James' dry cum in and around her vagina. Her nipples were still puffy from being sucked all day.

After carefully inspecting her body, she opened her bag and fished out a black bikini. She had brought it for her honeymoon and hadn't worn it ever since. She had planned to wear it for her husband but now she was going to wear it for James.

She put on the bikini top and the fabric hugged her breasts tightly. Mira had grown a couple of sizes since her wedding but she had managed to keep the weight down in the right parts. As she slid the bikini bottom up her legs, she admired how smooth and unblemished her skin was. Apart from those areas that showed the results of James' attention.

She admired herself in front of the mirror. She twirled around a couple of times to check out her own beautiful petite body. She blushed at the thought of wearing a bikini for James, even though he had seen her completely naked and there wasn't an inch of her body where his hand or mouth hadn't been. She fished out a blue layered top and a pair of denim shorts and pulled them on. All this was meant for her husband to enjoy, but alas, it wasn't meant to be.

James had stepped out of the hotel for a while to fetch an icebox and a few beers for their beach trip. Suntan lotion, massage oils and some snacks completed his list for the journey.

When he got to the reception, he saw the woman they had encountered the other night - the hotel worker who had smiled naughtily at them.

"Good morning Mr James. Here are your keys," the receptionist cooed as she handed them over.

"I know you're having a wonderful time here at our hotel and I hope you continue to do so," she said, flashing another naughty smile as she emphasised certain words.

James was a little taken aback by her brazenness but he didn't show it on his face. He thought she was just talking about the other night in the hall, unaware that she had heard their loud love making the morning after.

"My name is Karishma and this is my card. If you need anything, please feel free to call." She said as she handed out her business card to him. Her fingers brushed against his hand as she gently placed the card in his hand, and that naughty smile flashed across her face yet again, "Anything at all," she repeated.

James knew she was game, but for now, he was not yet done with his first prey. Without saying a word he walked back towards Mira's room.

Mira rushed to open the door when she heard a knock. She knew it was him. As soon as he stepped inside, she pulled him towards her, stood on her toes and kissed him. She just couldn't get enough of him.

As they engaged in their usual passionate kiss, his hands grabbed and squeezed her soft butt making her moan in his mouth.

They broke the kiss and stepped back. James couldn't help but admire her beauty. Mira too was mesmerised by his sheer personality. He was wearing a blue sleeveless shirt; his dark muscular arms clearly visible. Below, he was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and flip flops.

"Are you ready?" He asked and she nodded an enthusiastic yes.

Within minutes they were off on the scooter heading towards the beach. Mira had to sit close behind him, her hands wrapped around his chest as he rode the scooter. Her hands occasionally roamed around his muscular chest. Unknown to her, James was getting a hard-on under his pants just like he did during their first scooter ride three days ago.

On the way to the beach, they stopped at a street-side market. Hand in hand they walked down the street catching the attention of all those who were around them. The men were jealous and so were the women! The men were jealous of James who was walking with such a gorgeous woman, and the women were jealous of Mira because she was walking hand in hand with such a tall, dark and handsome man.

It was not lost on anyone what relationship they shared; their body language made it clear. James was used to such stares but Mira wasn't. She had walked hand in hand with her husband but that relationship was socially legitimate and so it didn't scandalise anyone. But this relationship, the one she shared with James, was scandalous, to say the least.

She knew Indians are inherently racist even though they themselves are of coloured skin. The men were jealous but still scandalised because Mira was walking with a black man and Mira was aware the women were jealous simply because she was with a man who, as much as they might hate to admit, was better than their own. With that thought, Mira's initial apprehensions faded away and she held James' hand tightly as she walked through the crowded street.

After some trivial shopping, Mira and James were back on the road. He parked the scooter in the parking lot and they started walking towards the beach.

"I thought you were gonna wear a bikini?" James asked.

"I am wearing it! Under these!" Mira replied, laughing.

"What's the point of wearing it if you're not going to show it off?"

"But there are too many people here..." Mira replied nervously.

"This is India baby... there are too many people everywhere."

"B... But..."

"Mira baby... you have such an amazing body. It needs to breathe... there is no need to hide it under layers of clothing... C'mon... relax."

Soon James coaxed her into taking off her shirt and shorts. They found a shrub and hiding behind it, Mira took off her outer clothes, albeit reluctantly. She gingerly stepped out from behind the shrub and handed her clothes to James who promptly put them in his sack.

He grabbed her hand and with his reassuring touch, Mira's shyness dissipated to some extent. They stepped on the beach and started walking towards a shack.

Even here the scene wasn't different to the market. In fact it was actually worse. The men openly stared at her. Some stared discreetly from under their sunglasses and some took off their sunglasses and gawked at her.

Mira was to an extent used to seeing men stare at her. It happened to her almost on a daily basis but this was different. She was half-naked, the bikini barely covering her essentials. Her bulging breasts, her flat stomach, her luscious butt and her shapely legs were all there for one and all to see.

The initial reluctance and shame were slowly giving way to a certain degree of confidence. Mira was apprehensive about all the attention she was receiving at first. Looking around she could see the effect she was having on all the surrounding men and the reaction of their women were giving her a tingling feeling, a feeling of superiority. She felt a rush like she had never felt before!

She even saw some women scolding their men for gawking at her so openly. She found it difficult to suppress a giggle but walked on with her man. As if this wasn't enough, James snuck his hand down to her waist and gave it a squeeze. Mira jumped with an audible gasp but composed herself immediately.

Walking in broad daylight with James in full view of everyone had her pussy wet, but the moment he squeezed her waist her pussy started leaking. She was glad that her bikini was black, for had it been some other colour the dark wet patch on her crotch would have been clearly visible for everyone to see.

Her already high pulse rate was soaring now. She could feel and hear her heart thumping. The adrenaline rush, the erotic high was something she had never felt. Being the subject of everyone's voyeuristic pleasure was such a massive turn on.

Everyone had their eyes on her. Under her sunglasses, she discreetly glanced around to see that it wasn't just the people walking around them that were staring at her but also those lounging on the chairs and those beyond, sitting at the beach facing shacks.

All those Indian men and women must have also noticed the mangalsutra hanging between her ample cleavage. It would be clear to anyone that James wasn't her husband. It was a rush she had never experienced before.

James was enjoying every moment of this. He knew how conservative the people of this country were. He knew how scandalous it was walking with Mira.

Apart from her audible gasp and an occasional giggle, Mira was quiet. But James knew she was wet down there. He too was caught up in the rush and was sporting a hard-on which was quite obvious under the tight shorts he wore.

James decided to up the ante. He raised his hand high in the air and landed a flat slap on her butt cheek. This time Mira yelped and everyone saw that. James didn't take any effort to suppress his laughter. A visibly embarrassed and deeply blushing Mira could do nothing more than take it silently.

They walked half a mile down the beach and reached a shack. They made themselves comfortable on the wooden lounging chairs. Soon the beer arrived, and the first gulp of the refreshing drink made Mira relax and slouch further into the chair.

She could feel the eyes of every man present on her. She knew she was a beautiful woman and second glances were a regular occurrence, but this was a lot more than usual.

James was his usual self, cool and composed as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Maybe because from the part of the world he belonged to, wearing a bikini on a beach wasn't something out of the ordinary to him. But James was very aware that he wasn't in the US. He was in India; a deeply conservative country and he knew that a gorgeous woman like Mira in a skimpy bikini was creating a wave.

They gulped down a couple of pints each and relaxed under the shade as the cool wind brushed through her hair. Mira had never felt so relaxed. She closed her eyes, just listening to the waves crashing against the shore.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

It had been a few minutes since she closed her eyes when she heard James talking. She slowly opened them and saw a man sitting next to James, talking. From their body language, she realized that they knew each other well.
She caught the man's attention and both of them looked at her.
"Hello... I am Jerome," the man said. Mira said nothing but smiled politely. He extended his hand towards her and Mira reluctantly shook it.
Jerome was a lanky guy. He too was black but a shade darker than James. Unlike her lover, Jerome had a head full of dreadlocked hair and a sparse stubble covered his cheeks. He smiled when he greeted her and Mira noticed that the new guy had yellow teeth unlike James, who had sparkling white teeth. Jerome reminded Mira of Bob Marley, but his voice was rough and deep.
Like many guys on the beach, Jerome wasn't wearing a shirt. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and flip-flops on his feet. His chest was covered with thick, black, curly hair which got sparser as her eyes went down. His legs too were skinny and his skin looked dry. He was a stark contrast to James. James was muscular, well-groomed and clean. Jerome was skinny and looked like a bum. Mira wondered how they were friends.
"Hey there... get a beer for ma friend aand his lady," Jerome called out to one of the waiters.
He got up and sat in the chair next to Mira. Mira was suddenly more conscious of her state right now with Jerome sitting so close to her.
James saw the confused look on Mira and said reassuringly, "We met last year when I was here. Jerome is a masseur and a real good one."
"Where are you from, Jerome?" Mira asked.
"Kingston Jamaica." he replied.
That explained his funny accent, Mira thought. "You're a tourist too?" she asked.
"Ya but I haav overstayed ma welcome," Jerome replied with a grin.
"Don't report him to the cops!" James interjected and both men laughed. Mira just smiled awkwardly.
Like every man on the beach, Jerome was ogling her. The others didn't make Mira feel awkward because they were at a safe distance. Jerome was right next to her and that made her a tad uncomfortable.
All three of them talked for a while and as time passed, Mira got a little more comfortable and let down her guard a bit. The beer helped with that too.
"The music here is too loud and irritating," James complained, referring to the loud Eurotrash music playing in the background. It indeed was loud; loud enough to make talking difficult without raising their voices.
"I have ma own shack down the beach. It's quiet there. Wanna come with me?" Jerome asked.
Mira glanced over to James apprehensively. Was he going to accept the invitation of a stranger? He did.
"Ya... That's a great place... It's quiet... Right in front of the water and comfortable. Hope you've got cold beer there," James said.
"Ya right mon... I haav it right der," Jerome replied with his regular toothy grin.
Mira was apprehensive about going to this stranger's shack but she was comforted by the fact that James was fine with going. She didn't voice any objections and silently accepted the plan.
James paid the bill and they started walking, just making small talk along the way. They soon had left the crowds behind them.
Mira looked back to see how far they had come. "Where is your place?" she inquired.
"Right over that hill." Jerome replied.
She looked at James and he nodded back reassuringly.
They walked to the end of the beach and reached a rocky hill. Jerome led the way up the hill followed by James. Mira held James's hand as he led her up the rough path.
As they reached the other side they saw his shack. It was indeed a beautiful place. The beach was small, maybe a few hundred meters long and very narrow. High tides would swallow up the entire shore. The beach was nestled between the rocky hill and the sea.
In the far corner of the beach was the shack. It was made of wood and raised on stilts to keep it above the rising sea. It had a thatched roof covered with dry branches from a coconut tree. Mira couldn't see anyone, which she found surprising being so close to the main public beach. She asked Jerome why.
"The rising waters keep people away," Jerome explained the absence of people. "It's like ma own private property."
They carefully walked down the hill and started towards the shack. Mira was in a way relieved that there would be no prying, hungry eyes on her here in this deserted area.
They slowly walked to the shack. Its stairs were made of wood, just like the rest of the structure. It had an open gallery at the front where a few lounge chairs were kept. A couple of tables stood in front of the chairs. Beyond the gallery was a room which was covered behind a curtain. Mira thought that was probably where Jerome slept.
They made themselves comfortable on the chairs and soon were enjoying the sounds of the sea and the cold beers that Jerome brought out.
Mira, a little hesitant till now, relaxed as she made herself comfortable on the chair. The place was amazing. The sea was much closer, and the cool breeze of the sea caressed her near-naked body. She rested her head back against the chair and let out a sigh. It was pure relaxation.
As she watched the waves crash into the shore, she was tempted to go into the water. The allure of the warm rushing water was too much for her to bear. She wanted to go in.
"I want to go in the water. Will you come with me?" she asked James.
"You go ahead. I'll join you after finishing this beer," he replied, showing her the half empty pint.
She nodded and stood up. She walked past Jerome and then went down the stairs and started towards the beach.
Both men sat in rapt attention, watching the petite Indian woman walk towards the water. Her ample buttocks swayed and flexed as she took each step forward. Her slender, beautiful waist swayed in time with her smooth straight Auburn hair. Their cocks twitched and they could feel their loins getting warmer seeing such a sexy woman in front of them.
They were undressing her with their eyes, though nothing much was left for imagination; the bikini hiding only her pussy and her nipples. "That's a fine woman, man," Jerome said thoughtfully.
"Umm...hmm..." James replied, sipping the beer but his eyes still drinking in the contours of her beautiful body.
"She's better in other things too..." James said, and looked at his friend knowingly.
Jerome grinned, knowing full well what his friend meant. He knew about James' adventures before this one.
Mira stood on the wet sand as a wave approached her. The wave crashed into the shore before fizzling out at her feet. The cold water gave her goosebumps all over her body. She slowly waded into the water till the waves reached her waist. She turned around to see where James was. She wanted him there in the water with her.
As she turned around she saw the most beautiful scenery she could have ever imagined. The rocky base of the hill gave way to a luscious green hillside. The hill was covered with a thick blanket of trees and sitting cozily on the hill was the shack. It was straight out of a fantasy world and she drank the wonderful sight in with her eyes.
James placed the empty pint on the table and got up. He looked down at his friend as he pushed his khaki shorts down before standing in his underwear.
"I'll see you in a while," he said and winked.
"I ain't going nowhere, ma friend." Jerome replied, saluting him with the bottle.
James smiled, nodded and got on his way.
Mira was elated seeing James walk down the stairs. She waved to him and he waved back. He strode confidently, as always, towards her.
Her heart fluttered watching her Adonis, the most spectacular specimen of a man walk towards her. Two days of sex with him had just whetted her appetite even more. His muscular chest, his bulging arms, those toned, sexy legs and the crown jewel that hid behind those tight jocks. The bulge in his underwear always gave an appearance that he had a boner, but she knew that the bulge was just his flaccid cock. His full erection would tent out obscenely.
He waded into the water and in a few moments and was standing right in front of her. Her radiant smile couldn't outshine the bright sun, he thought.
She splashed water on him playfully and giggled. James too, played along and soon they were splashing water on each other. Their dripping wet bodies glistened in the sun. They continued playing in the water, gleefully splashing water on each other. Mira felt as if her childhood had returned.
James lunged forward and embraced her. Mira tightly wrapped her arms around him in return. His hands moved to her butt and gave it a tight squeeze. Mira moaned in his mouth as they kissed in the water. Their tongues duelled and their lips smacked as the two lovers kissed under the sun. His hands moved under her butt and in a swift moved lifted her. Startled, Mira yelped but soon in an instinctive move wrapped her legs around his waist and continued kissing him. Grabbing her by the butt, her kissed her so passionately that she was lost in erotic bliss.
Jerome was watching from a distance, rubbing his hard-on from over his shorts. He had seldom seen a woman so beautiful and so sexy and was envious of James.
James was fully aware that Jerome was watching them. He broke the kiss and waved at him. Jerome sat up and waved back. Mira was taken aback by James' gesture. She wondered what he was doing? James beckoned him to join them in the water.
"Why do you want him with us?" she protested.
"I'm just asking him to come in the water. He is our host, isn't he?" James replied. Without saying anything further he went back to kissing her. The kiss blew away any apprehension Mira had, and she silently gave her approval.
Seeing James wave to him, Jerome instantly stood up and raced down the stairs and into the water near them.
He kept a respectable distance, not wanting to make Mira uncomfortable and stop their act. Mira was blissfully unaware that Jerome was standing near them. Her eyes were closed and lips were sealed with James.
Jerome was busy rubbing his hard-on under the water. Seeing James caress and squeeze her supple butt in addition to their frantic kissing was a tremendous turn on. Without caring for his presence the couple, filled with lust, continued making out and that scene just stoked Jerome's fire.
Mira felt a lingering presence behind her. She broke the kiss and looked back to see Jerome just a couple of feet away from her flashing his crooked tooth smile. She was a bit perturbed and before she could spell out her reservations, James pulled her back to kiss him.
As her mouth latched onto his, she was lost in ecstasy and Jerome's presence didn't bother her anymore. Their lips smacked and tongues rolled into each other's as their passionate make out session continued in the open.
Above, their mouths were clashing against each other and below, their genitals were rubbing against each other over their underwear. Mira could clearly feel James' massive erect organ sliding against her waiting cunt.
It was no surprise that Mira was massively turned on and wanted more... much more. She wanted to stop and head back to their room where she would allow James to take her in any which way he wished.
She broke the kiss and slowly whispered into his ear, "Should we go back to the hotel?"
"Naaa... What's the hurry? We have a lot of time." James replied.
She was a bit disappointed because she was hoping for a different response, but she thought this wasn't bad, kissing in the water.
James slowly eased her down on the ground and they started walking back to the shack with Jerome following. Mira was wet and horny and wanted more but she knew she'd get it in time. For now, she just went with the flow.
After wiping off their bodies, the three settled down on their chairs with another batch of cold beers. Like before, Mira relaxed again as the cold breeze flowed through her hair.
"You live here permanently?" she asked Jerome.
"No...Come by for a few months of a year and go back home," he replied before gulping down a sip of beer.
"Jerome is a masseur," James interjected.
"Ohh..." Mira replied.
"It's more of a hobby. Helps me get by when I am here," Jerome said.
"And he is good at his hobby," James laughed.
"You should try it once," Jerome interjected.
"Ya, I will next time, for sure," Neha replied. The sly smile on his face was discomforting and Neha felt it was time to leave. James though, was not interested in leaving so soon.
"What's the chance of us coming back? All of us will go our separate ways after this vacation is over," James argued.
"Yes, Neha. We might never meet again. And you don't want to regret losing the chance of a great massage," Jerome quipped.
Mira was clearly uncomfortable. Jerome, even if he was James' friend, was a total stranger to her. Apart from that, she was not comfortable having a stranger massage her almost in the open.
Mira hesitated but the men egged her on. They did not literally chase her but broke her resolve slowly. One smooth line here, a couple of jokes there would be followed by an attempt to convince her to get a massage. To help things along, they also handed her a new pint of beer as soon as she ran out of the old one. James knew her tolerance for alcohol was low, and she would soon be tipsy.
The men didn't leave out any chance to touch her. The touches weren't sexual or aggressive, but rather "friendly". A light touch to the hand, a caress on her arm, gentle squeeze to the shoulder. With each touch, each laugh, they managed to make Mira comfortable and shed her reluctance.
Jerome was eager to get his hands on this tasty Indian tart but knew for that to happen, patience was the key. James could see his friend eyeing Mira. He too was eager to make it happen.
Mira on the other hand was slightly turned on. Her make out session with James in the water had already done its job, and she was primed. Combined with the last couple of days of intense sex, Mira was now insatiable.
It wasn't long before the men had successfully persuaded her and she found herself lying on her stomach on the lounge chair. Her heart was beating so fast and loud, she could hear it. She was trembling in anticipation. James was still seated on his chair a couple of feet away from her while Jerome had gone to the back room to fetch the oil.
She turned her head to see James. He smiled at her and sipped his beer. Soon Jerome was back and kneeled next to the lounge chair. He took a generous amount of scented massage oil on his hands before slowly bringing them down to her back.
Mira shivered as she felt Jerome's sticky cold hand on her naked back. Her trembling skin soon broke out with goosebumps as his hand slowly circled her back. She simply closed her eyes.
Jerome's hands slowly moved in circles on her back albeit gently. He would start with the upper back and then slid slowly down carefully skipping her bikini string on his way down before stopping just before her butt. He knew she was falling under his spell but was also aware that a hasty move could ruin everything.
He could feel her goosebumps as his hands slid on her soft, smooth skin. Her sighs were audible. It was a clear sign she was enjoying it. After a few rounds of her back, Jerome slowly moved down, consciously avoiding her butt and starting from her upper thigh; his fingers stealing a few touches of her lower butt. He took his time, caressing and massaging her thighs and inner thighs, feeling the softness and the suppleness of her skin, enjoying this divine creation. Each of his gentle rubs, each careful caress was sending a shiver up Mira's spine. His hands were firm yet soft as he skilfully massaged her legs.
Slowly moving down her legs, he spent a generous amount of time on her calves and then her feet before starting his way back up. Again settling on her thighs, this time his hands focused on her upper area, precariously close to her vagina. In between the rubs, his fingers would steal a caress of her mound.
Mira shuddered visibly as his thick fingers gently swiped against her vagina. The bikini was flimsy and was more of an excuse to cover her privates. She could feel even the lightest of touches against her increasingly moist pussy.
Jerome was carefully reading her. Her sighs, whimpers and absolute lack of resistance was encouraging enough to move ahead. From her thighs, he moved his hands to her supple butt. He heard her inhale sharply and for a second thought she would object. He waited for a couple of seconds and on seeing no resistance, started moving his hands again.
A new wave of energy had swept through Jerome's hands as he went to work on her ass. He moved his hands expertly in circular motions, up and down and also took the liberty to squeeze and cup her butt. As he firmly squeezed and massaged her cheeks, he swiftly and expertly untied the string of her bikini but was cautious enough not to take it off. James was watching all this, sporting a massive boner under his shorts.
After he had his fill of her ass, Jerome then moved up her back before massaging her shoulders and arms. Gently pushing on her side, he asked her to turn over. Mira silently turned around. Her eyes were still closed. She was unaware that her bikini top string was loose and her bikini bottom was precariously positioned, barely covering her vagina. She was so lost in the sea of relaxation that she hadn't bothered to look at herself.
Mira was now lying on the chair on her back. Jerome tipped the bottle over her stomach and out poured a stream of thick oil. It filled her deep navel and overflowed on to her stomach. Jerome worked the oil overflow over her taut midriff.
James, who was watching, had sported a hard-on which was increasingly difficult to handle. He just wanted to pull his shorts down and release his monster out in the open. Not wanting to miss out on the action, James got up and walked to the chair. He took the bottle of oil and poured some of it on his hands.
Mira was confused when she felt two pairs of hands on her. She opened her eyes and saw Jerome standing near her. She raised her head to see James near her legs, massaging them. Relieved that it was James, she closed her eyes and again got lost in the sea of relaxation.
As if dividing her body amongst themselves, Jerome moved behind her head and massaged her upper body from her stomach up, while James massaged her thighs and legs.
Mira was now thoroughly enjoying the attention she was getting with the two men expertly massaging her body. But apart from relaxation, she could also feel her body responding to the touches and caresses. In the past, she had massages but they were always by women. She had never felt an unknown man's touch, and two men at a time? Never! She could feel her heart racing, her breath quickening and her pussy getting moist. The near erotic touches were turning her on.
James, after massaging her legs, had moved up to her thighs and was inching closer to her pussy whereas Jerome was inching down from her shoulders towards her heaving chest.
Mira wasn't unaware of the moves the men were making but her body simply wasn't allowing her to stop them. Her breath quickened as their hands inched closer to her privates.
James' hands finally reached her mound. He slowly massaged it, moving his index finger in circles just above her pussy. Mira squirmed as she felt James' finger dig deeper, trying to pry open her legs. She resisted since Jerome, a stranger, was right next to her. If he hadn't been around she wouldn't have thought twice before opening her legs to James.
Jerome now slowly moved his hands down from her upper chest to her cleavage. Her boobs were straining tightly against the thin fabric of the bikini. His hands gently started rubbing her cleavage mounds. Her chest rose as she inhaled sharply, reacting to Jerome's moves.