No Hard Feelings
A fter major events had happened in our life over the last 3 months and I knew that my wife Sanjana and myself needed to get away by ourselves for a while. It had been some time since we had taken a vacation, and we really needed time alone to rekindle the flame in our marriage.
We chose to stay at a vacation resort that had a dancing floor. Sanjana liked to dance and we looked forward to that. Outwardly we still were the ideal family, we were an above average looking couple, actually Sanjana was a lovely woman and we get along well together.
The first couple of days, everything were as planned. During the day we would lie lazily by the seaside or near the swimming pool, or go on site-seeing trips, in the evening we would have dinner together and dance. It was on one of those eveenings that I noticed a guy unashamedly ogling Sanjana. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She noticed too, and I caught her glancing at him once in awhile.
His interest didn’t seem to annoy her, and he didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that I was there. ‘Arrogant bastard,’ I thought to myself.
This man sat at the bar while we were at a small table nearby. Sanjana had her back to him, but I noticed that each time we came back to the table from the dance floor, she would glance up at him. They made eye contact several times, and she didn’t turn away until she sat down. I wondered how long this had been going on.
Obviously something about him had caught her attention; my guess was that it was his size and his rugged looks. He was a fairly big guy, probably in his forties. The fact that she had been maintaining eye contact for several seconds bothered me because she was, in effect, encouraging him. I kept my feelings to myself for the early part of the evening.
At one time during the evening, when I returned from a trip to the men’s room, Sanjana wasn’t at the table. I thought maybe she had gone to the ladies’ room, but then I noticed that the man wasn’t in his seat at the bar. I looked around the crowded dance floor and spotted them dancing. I immediately felt a shot of anger. I was however relieved that the song ended just then, and Sanjana broke away from him and came back to the table. He tried to keep her out there, but she probably felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that I’d be back to the table by that time.
I decided that now was the time to say something. “That was interesting, who’s your friend?”
“His name is Robert.”
“What made you decide to dance with him?”
“He asked me, and kept pleading, and I did not want to attract attention, so I accepted.”
“I don’t appreciate you dancing with men that we don’t know.”
“Oh please! There was not much else I could do, right?”
“I don’t know, but I’ve noticed the way he’s been undressing you with his eyes all evening. I’ve also noticed that you’ve been making eye contact with him far too often. You’re encouraging him, and I don’t like that at all.”
“I knew you would be suspicious, that's why I have invited him to join us so you can get to know him.”
I was taken aback by that bit of information, but didn’t get a chance to say anything. He arrived at the table with a new round of drinks for the three of us, and Sanjana introduced us, “honey, this is Robert. Robert, this is my husband.”
I rose from my seat and reluctantly shook his hand. He said, “please to meet you.”
I really couldn’t say that I was pleased to meet him.
‘******* show-off,’ I thought.
Robert smirked, looked directly at Sanjana and replied, “Isn’t Sanjana the most beautiful woman around here?”
She blushed at his compliment. I couldn’t help but wonder what he expected to accomplish, she was not only married, but I was with her. “I couldn’t agree with you more. She’s also a great wife.”
“I envy you, you’re lucky.”
He was really laying it on thick and continued complimenting and flirting with Sanjana at every opportunity. I was been getting more annoyed by the minute and knew that somehow I needed to get away from here.
When the band played a slow number, Robert asked Sanjana to dance again. Without checking with me, she got up and went with him to the dance floor. The band played several slow ones in a row. I noticed that as time wore on, Robert was pulling Sanjana closer to him. She seemed not to make a lot of efforts to ob
Sanjana was a little flushed, and it was obvious that she was not her usual self. She looked at me, I glared at her and she blushed. It must have just hit her that she had over stepped her line by carrying on with this stranger, much to my disapproval. She must have also realized that she may have been getting close to losing control. She stood up and said, “honey, I’m a bit tired, could we go now?”
I was more than ready to leave. I wanted to tell her off once we got to our room. But I never had the time to. The moment the door was closed, we were in bed making love like we hadn't in a long time.
The next day we had been lounging around the pool at the hotel when I spotted Robert. Sanjana was in the pool, I took advantage of the fact that we were alone to admonish him. “What the hell do you think you were doing with my wife,” I asserted.
“Sanjana is an adult!”
“My wife is a married woman.”
“She’s capable of making up her own mind about things.”
I stated in a harsh tone, “don’t you get any ******* ideas, you bastard!”
“Your wife flirtations with me indicate that she would more than welcome my advances.” I did not know what to say. I really didn’t believe that he would seriously try to seduce Sanjana. He was anyway not paying as much attention to Sanjana today as he had the previous night.
That evening we arrived at the club to find Robert sitting at the same table we had shared the previous night. He motioned for us to join him. I was not really happy to do so, yet could not do so without being obvious.
I walked over to the table and said facetiously, “Robert, good to see you again.”
He glared at me and said nothing. He turned, smiled at Sanjana and said, “hello beautiful. I think you’re the most beautiful young lady that I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
She smiled back at him as we sat down. That evening was a repeat of the previous one. Robert dominated Sanjana’s time, and I only danced with her twice. Several times when they returned to the table I could see the flushed look on her face. They were obviously attracted to each other.
It was late and a slow song came when she was dancing with Robert, he motioned her to get off the floor but she said something and he stayed. I had seen them dance before but something about tonight made it so sexy, her little skirt and breasts pressed against him and her head resting on his shoulder. They danced very seductively to the last song of the evening, and I watched as they exchanged a kiss. They were on the far end of the dance floor and probably thought that I couldn’t see them. They didn’t seem to notice me; I think that they were too preoccupied with each other.
As soon as we were together, I berated Sanjana, “what the hell were you trying to do? Aren’t you aware that you’re married?”
“What does that mean?”
“That means that you’ve been flirting with Robert like you’re a single woman on the prowl. “
“I-I didn’t do anything wrong.” Sanjana seemed to be trying to sort things out in her mind. Maybe she thought she could do it and keep it hidden from me.
“ You’ve been behaving shamelessly. He obviously turns you on. You don’t even care that you’re humiliating me.”
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to humiliate you,” she finally said. “You know I love you very much.”
We stayed at the hotel a few days. The following day as we were dancing I said, “All the men are looking at you.”
“Yes, but I am all yours.”
“They all want you,” I said, holding her a little closer.
She giggled and said: “Let’s go to our room.”
“Ok, let’s go.”
As we walked past the tables, some guys leered at Sanjana but she averted their gaze. When she could talk again she said hoarsely:
“It upsets you, these guys looking at me?”
“Yes. But you, it gets you hot, being stared at, being wanted?”
“Yes, it did.”
“Robert was there too. His eyes never left you all the time we were there.”
“You thought about what it would be like to stay with him, when we were leaving?”
We were quiet for a minute. I said thoughtfully: “You will never know what it would have been like.”
Then I said: “We are still there.”
She did not answer for a while. “What do you mean?”
“Would you like to go back up there?”
She could not believe his question, or her answer: “Would you like to?” She did not want to be the one to stop the game.
I was quiet for a full minute.
“Yes,” I said finally.
“And then, what?”
“Meet him. Sit with him. Talk, flirt, whatever.”
Sanjana then realized it was no longer just a game.
“But, things could go too far.”
“No farther than anybody would want to.”
“I am not sure this is a good idea.”
“If you don’t want to go, all you have to do is stay where you are.”
She stayed there, trying to think and failing. Then, she looked at me in silence, her body shaking a little.
“You don’t want to go?” She saw that I did not seem to want to follow her and wondered, with mixed relief and disappointment, if I had changed my mind.
“You go first,” I said, “and meet him. I will join you in twenty minutes.”
Before leaving, she kissed me on the cheeks. Before disappearing in the corridor she again turned around: “Are you sure of that?” I nodded, unable to speak a lie.
I went to our room and waited sometime. When I looked at my watch, I saw that only five minutes had elapsed. Long enough that, if she had changed her mind, she’d be back. I began to think about what might be happening down there. Was it a good idea? Was I ready for it? What has led me into this?
I went down to the bar and entered through the other door. I saw her immediately, at the table with Robert. She was glancing at the other door, expecting to see me. I was about to join them when I saw that he had his hand on Sanjana’s thigh and that she was making no move to have him take it away. I sat at the bar and asked for a drink.
I watched for a while as the hand moved up and down my wife’s naked thigh, under the skirt. Robert said something and I saw her laugh. It was clear that some sort of proposition had been made. A couple of minutes later she looked impatiently at her watch.
I walked up to the table. Robert quickly moved his hand away, looking disappointed at my arrival; the fun was over. I then asked his wife to dance. Robert smiled, realizing he might not be taking away the pretty woman for good.
“I thought you would never come,” said Sanjana.
“I have been here for a while, I thought you needed more time to flirt and get acquainted. You seemed to be doing fine… What happened?”
“He saw me right away and asked me to sit with him and then to dance. I told him you would join us later. When you didn’t he started getting closer. You saw it.”
“I saw him touching you.”
“What did he say just a minute ago?”
“He said we should go down to his suite and continue the party there.”
“Would you have gone if I hadn’t shown up?”
“I don’t think so,” she said without conviction.
“What did you say?”
“I told them to wait five more minutes.”
I recalled her looking impatiently at her watch.
“You wanted to go?”
She said nothing.
“If I had not interrupted, then at this moment he would be making love to you.”
She did not reply.
“How do you think it would be?”
“If I had gone?”
“If you had gone.”
“Great. He is quite eager.”
“Do you want to go ahead with it?”
She did not dare to say anything. What was ‘it’ exactly? What would we do? We had never talked about anything like that.
I asked again:
“How do you think it would be?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she managed to say in a whisper.
“Shall we sit with him after this song?”
When we went back to the table, it was awkward at first. Robert was happy she was back, but disappointed that my presence meant his hopes for access to her were dashed. But I pushed a chair for myself on the other side of the table, leaving Sanjana to sit across from him, where she had been before.
Before long Robert began testing the limits, first brushing his hand lightly against Sanjana’s knee, and when she, after glancing at me, made no retreating motion, letting it rest on her thigh. The hand moved up, looking for a stop sign and not finding it even as his hand reached up to her.
For the next few minutes, I watched with outward calm, but with racing pulse, as my young wife was being fingered, practically in public, by a stranger. It is hard to tell how long this would have lasted before somebody had to make a move.
“Why don’t we take a walk on the beach before we went back to our rooms,” Robert said to my wife.
Sanjana said: “I don’t know if my husband…”
After a while, I nodded, not finding anything else to say. I didn’t really know what to say at that point because I didn’t know what was next or what I wanted next. Then Sanjana gave me a look that said let’s see how far all this would go. The die was cast.
Except from us three, there was nobody else on the beach at this late hour. We walked for some time, the stopped and sat there watching the waves coming to splash on our feet. From where we were, we could still hear music coming from the hotel. Sanjana suddenly stood up and walked over to Robert and said: “I love this song, let's dance here.”
Robert was rather surprised at that point but he took her hand and stood up with her. She held him close as her breasts were pressed against him and his crotch rubbing her navel. I couldn’t believe it; it was so hot. They danced for a couple of minutes and a different song came on, she kept dancing. She looked at me. I didn’t say anything, part of me didn’t want to bl
As I thought about what to say, she took his hands off her back and placed them on her ***. He just held her *** for a bit but I guess not getting any stop from me and being very aroused at this point himself, he started to gently kiss her neck. She noticed his arousal I am sure and started to grind him more.
Meanwhile I was in another world, all different emotions were going on in my head. My brain was saying that I didn’t want him doing this with my wife. I just sat there and said nothing. I was not sure whether she was proving a point and wanted me to be the one to stop it or she was getting aroused.
She was the one to take the next step. She broke the dance and looked at me briefly as to give me a second to stop her and when I didn’t, she moved her mouh to his face and kissed him. That was the last time she looked at me, whether out of being daring or sheer sexual desire.
“I just wanted to get you here alone,” he said softly.
Sanjana breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought…”
He silenced her by moving in and softly placing a tender kiss on her lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said wrapping his arms around her.
“You kissed me, didn’t you?” she smiled as she ran her hand softly down his chest.
“Last time I checked, kissing wasn’t an offense,” Robert said, taking her hand.
“No, it isn’t,” Sanjana said, “But I’m married…” She wanted this, really, but she was afraid.
“And?” he questioned.
“And kissing another man isn’t supposed to feel this good,” she said as he moved in to kiss her again.
“Just go with it, Sanjana,” he moaned through strained kisses.
“I’m serious Robert,” she said, scrambling to break away from his kisses.
“Okay!” he grinned, moving in to kiss her again.
She leaned her head back and looked at him. She leaned in and kissed him.
I was confused. Her comment about her love for me made it clear that she didn’t want to go any further. Yet now her kiss was demanding that she wanted more than anything to do just that. She put her arms back around him and their lips joined eagerly.
“I really like kissing you a lot,” Sanjana smiled.
“Let me in,” he pleaded, his tongue softly trailing its way across her lower lip before parting hem softly, his tongue plunging between. Giving in to her desire, Sanjana allowed Robert full access to her mouth. She gently moved her hands to his head, her fingers caressing his hair.
“Oh…” she moaned as his mouth traveled down the corner of her mouth to her neck, lingering just below her collar, nibbling on the skin there. Nudging her legs apart with his thighs, he settled himself comfortably between, both savouring the closeness.
“You know,” Sanjana moaned as Robert stopped to stare into her eyes, “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have no choice but to let you take me right here.”
“This is something worth considering,” Robert said. Excitement threatened to overwhelm her as he ran his hands over her bare back, then up to work on the knot of fabric behind her neck.
He turned her so that she was facing away from him and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. It was so quiet that the small noise of the zipper being undone sounded to my ears like a runaway train.
She then stood before Robert as he used his thumbs to push the straps off her shoulder. She cooperated as he slowly gets the garment collapse to the ground, revealing her full glory.
The two strips of cloth were dragged away by the breeze currents, and with them went all barriers to intimacy. He slid his hands over her shoulder blades and under her arms. As he started stroking her breasts she squeezed the back of his neck, pulling his mouth against hers. Their tongues locked together as he kneaded her breasts.
I was frozen in time. This went on for a few minutes more and then she stopped grabbed his hand and went towards the sea almost as if I wasn’t there. She brought him in the water, lay down and pulled him toward her. Then she broke their kiss and said something to him. With that they flipped over and she got on top of him. He squatted on the sand, buoyed by the water as she wrapped her legs around his waist. In this position her head was above his and her breasts at the height of his shoulders.
He tweaked and pulled on her hardening nipples. Then, lifting her slightly with his knees, he brought her right breast to his mouth. He chewed gently on her nipple, then took as much of her breast as he could into his mouth. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling herself against him. She stroked his hair as he ran his tongue around.
I had followed and stood there watching. It was obvious by her moans that she was intensely aroused. Robert started kissing her all over and she quickly started to remove her panties. The sounds coming from her lips were unbelievably erotic.
Sanjana was still supporting herself by holding the back of his neck, and as he eased her skirt over her thighs she held him tight against her breast and sighed. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily.
As her arousal grew beyond control, she moaned loudly, then cried out, “Oh, yes! Yes!” Locking her face to his, she kissed him savagely,
Pulling hard on his shorts. He pulled away from her and leaned backwards. He slid his legs under hers; eased forwards and down, seeking entrance, then up, guiding himself in. Her eyes opened wide as she felt him enter her, but with no hesitation she hooked her legs around him and pulled him in.
Sanjana looked at me with a weird kind of look as she began riding his hard ****. Their moans were so loud, so erotic. She was in heaven. I was ashamed but I couldn’t remember the last time I had pleasured her like that.
Robert was in a hurry and he was rough with her, intent on gaining his pleasure. With his long strokes he took her deeply. I could tell that he was experienced and skilful in the art of pleasing a woman, and he ****** her for a long time and brought her, finally, to the point where her ****** began to build up.
Very soon she was rising to a climax. When she started to moan gently, climbing to a climax, she tightened around him. I knew they would not be able to keep from coming for long. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes; a look of intense pleasure, of affection, of longing as, hands behind his neck, she drew his face to her breasts.
Unable to hold back much longer Robert drove his hips against my wife, powerfully, holding her firmly by her shoulders and sucking on her breast. She was on her way to a magnificent ****** when finally Robert mumbled something. He was rewarded with a cry of delight as she was propelled towards another high. Her face was contorted with passion and her body was wracked by a continued ******. Both were gasping noisily as he exploded within her and she shuddered around him, collapsed on each other, sharing that most intimate of experiences as they came together.
Sanjana lifted his head from her breast, and they exchanged a sloppy, passionate, exhausted kiss as their pleasure descended to manageable levels as I stood there watching.
I was in my room for two hours when Sanjana joined me. The moment she saw me, she began to cry. I hugged her, reassuringly. “It’s OK.”
“Is it? Will it be?”
“Yes. It is and will be. You wanted it.”
“You wanted me to do it.”
“You liked it.”
She tried to swallow her tears and smile.
“Some of it.”
“Was he good?” I asked her.
“Yes, he was.”
“What did he do to you?”
“He ****** me again, on his bed.”
There had been no need for any further foreplay.
“Like he did before?”
“Yes. No. Not really, it was face down.”
“It was better that way?”
“It is deeper that way.”
She blushed because I knew the reason. “Yes”
“Did you come again, like the first time?”
“Was that all? You stayed there longer.”
“He told me to stay and, after a while, to suck his ****.”
“Did he come in your mouth?”
“Did you like it?”
“Right then, yes.”
“Will anything like this ever happen again?”
“No, not in the same way.”
“But, in some other way?”