The Overzealous Hubby

The temperature in Cancun was a comfy 27 degrees Celsius. Ours was the last tiki hut facing the calm, glass-like waters of Playa Forum.

As seasoned vacationers, my girlfriend and I preferred the cool shade of a thatched roof to the romantic experience of Bali beds. My girlfriend was lying on her stomach, reading a girly romance novel. I took a break from my writing and strolled out to get a drink.

The couple in a Bali bed adjacent to us was constantly bickering since morning. When I passed them, I heard an Indian guy speaking, “Baby, I gave you the list to pack, but you forgot. Now you have a hangover. I knew this is going to happen.” I smiled to myself and dismissed them as a new couple.

Reaching the poolside bar, I ordered a pineapple juice and turned around to watch the crowd. A beautiful desi girl in an elaborate blue dress called for the bartender. Those red and white bangles, 9 on each arm, meant she was recently married.

She was looking for a remedy for headaches, with no luck. So I offered to help:

Me: I have Alka seltzer in my room. If you stay here, I’ll be back in 5.

Soon I returned with the antacid. She watched with wide eyes as the effervescent pill fizzled in a glass of water. I advised her:

Me: Works like a charm. I’m Dr. Jaidev, that’s my girlfriend under the grass hut.

She lifted her pretty hand to shake, said quick thanks, and introduced herself in a husky voice as, “Gehna.” I checked out her fine booty that looked very tempting to touch at close quarters. The makeup was overkill for the beach. But for her bangles, people would consider her a stripper from a local tootsie bar.

She had long layered hair hanging over one shoulder, covering her boob and touching her waistline. It was silky and wavy, though colored over a few times. Shades of burgundy, ash brown, and black stood out in those sexy tresses.

The mascara on her eyelids looked freshly drawn, along with the pink lip paint on her lush lips. She had one long earring dangling from each ear. The golden-white complexion of her tight skin could never get tanned. An opening in her dress exposed her flat belly and a sexy navel stud.

She was a tall girl, almost reaching my nose, standing with bare feet. I’m a hair short of 6 feet, so I guessed her height around 5’7”. A 36B bust hit the sweet spot for cuteness. The seductive 26-inch waist accentuated her V-shaped structure. Her 35 inches oval booty took the cake for sex appeal.

I stood there enjoying the back view of her waxed thighs when she suddenly turned. A notification bubble popped up on her phone, “All ok?” She spoke to me:

Gehna: That’s from Raghuveer, my hubby. See you, Dr. Jaidev.

Me: Call me Jai, actually I’m…

I was still talking, but she brushed past, leaving her sweet smell hanging in the air. Turned on by Gehna’s oomph, I called my girlfriend for a quickie. The beauty of a long-term relationship is that there are no pretenses.

If one of us needs a fuck, the other plays along without expecting foreplay and the whole 9 yards.

Late afternoon, I was back at the poolside bar, with my shirt open and standing in knee-deep water. This was my daily routine during the ‘staycation’ (long-stay vacation). Someone was calling my name:

Gehna: Jai, hi again, thank you so much

I turned around. There was a sea of change in her personality. She appeared bubbly and energetic. Her dark dreamy eyes shone when she smiled, and her lips curled upwards. I gave a high five and asked.

Jai: Martini?

Gehna: Sure, make it strong, please.

Jai: get the buzz before your hubby comes

I winked at her, and she laughed.

Gehna: Raghu likes to pamper me.

Jai: All right, I believe you

Gehna told me that her husband worked in Bengaluru, and she had recently quit her job in Delhi. I told her we’re visiting from Jersey City and I’m a hobby writer. She joked.

Gehna: So we have zero things in common.

Jai: We should keep meeting to find out.

We had a good laugh. Staring at her suggestive smile and pouted lips (that were always parted seductively), I realized I had a crush on her already. The next day we were back to our respective spots on the beach.

Once again, while passing by their side, I overheard Raghu complaining about trivial things. He seemed like a control freak, trying to plan everything for his young bride. By the second day, Gehna and I were like old friends. She would easily second guess me, and I felt like we were soul mates.

Her only respite from the pestering hubby was the time we spent in each other’s company. My girlfriend didn’t mind and cut me loose for the remainder of our vacation. She was cool that way.

By the third day, Gehna was at her wit’s end. She waded into the shallow pool in a knee-length, black lace dress. It looked sexy with an inner satin lining from boobs to hips. We hugged, and she started bitching:

Gehna: Raghu is testing my patience yaar (friend).

Jai: I guess he likes to micro-manage.

Gehna: At first, it was cute, now he’s getting over possessive.

Jai: I can’t blame him. A vixen like you needs special care.

She looked at me with her mouth open in mock anger, obviously enjoying the compliment.

Gehna: He loved me for my chirpy nature but changed so soon.

Jai: Hmmm, show him that you are in control, and then he’ll calm down.

Gehna: Like what, how should I show him?

So I explained to her to be a bit pervy so that Raghu would be on his best behavior. Then she could ask him to be chilled out like he used to be before marriage. She got the idea and said to me:

Gehna: There he is on the 4th-floor balcony, keeping an eye on me. Now act like we just met.

She opened her arms dramatically and came to me, jumping with joy like she was meeting an old friend. Then she threw her long arms around me. I hugged her soft body, caressing her silky hair, and touched her cheek. She spoke in my ear:

Gehna: Any reaction?

Jai: No, I think we’re too far. He can’t see us clearly.

Gehna: Then kiss me

She wanted to make him jealous, and I didn’t mind kissing those lovely pink lips. I put my hand around her waist and pulled her close. With my fingertips in her silky hair and palm on her baby-soft cheek, I gave a peck on her closed lips.

She joined her hip to my pelvis (and probably felt the pressure of my hard cock on her pussy). I pressed her to the bar counter, mashing her breasts into my solid body. When I looked up, Raghu wasn’t there on the balcony, so I released her reluctantly, saying:

Jai: He’s not there, probably headed down.

Gehna: That was so much fun. Wait, come here.

She didn’t want to be left half-kissed and pulled me back by my shirt collar. Without wasting precious time, I held her by the midriff, half cupping her boobs from the sides, and circled my thumbs on her tits.

She kissed fervently, standing on her tiptoes and holding my neck for balance. After tasting her tongue, I stepped back. Her nipples had become erect and poked through her dress.

That evening the sex was explosive. My girlfriend was impressed with my performance, and we skipped dinner for more sex.

The next day I was at the small ocean-facing barbershop, getting my weekly shave from the sexy Latina barber.

Just then, Gehna walked in with her husband in tow. Finding me in the most unlikely place, she made her eyes bigger to shut me up.

Luckily I had shaving foam on my face, and I started flirting with the Latina girl. She provided the perfect cover by showing her cleavage and swinging her hair into my face while I planned to make love to the beautiful stranger.

Raghu did all the talking with the other barber, using an app to translate words. He said something about ‘Quatro, Cinco,’ meaning 4 and 5. The male barber started shampooing Gehna’s hair, and Raghu left. Bursting with curiosity, I asked:

Jai: What’s the scene, babe?

Gehna: I had extensions for the bridal look. He wants them off, along with the multicolor layers.

Jai: Aww, should’ve kept it long for a while, looked slinky.

Gehna: It’s ok, babe, you know him, right.

We heard the ‘shick’ sound of sharp scissors going through her thick hair. The barber pulled another big chunk between two fingers and cut it off. She brought her hand out of the cape and petted my wrist.

Gehna: We’ll go for a drink after my haircut. Raghu is busy today.

Jai: Are you old enough to drink?

Gehna: So smart! I’m 23 and you?

Jai: Add 3.

My shave was over, and I wanted to leave before Raghu came back. Gehna’s new haircut was simply too sexy, like foreplay material. It gave me an instant boner when I ruffled her neck length layers. The barber had measured 5 inches from the scalp and cut all around into a glamorous shag hairstyle.

Her sides were tucked behind her ears, and back layers slicked back. I wished for another chance to kiss her. She read my emotions and smiled like a slut while fluttering her long eyelashes. I ran the back of my hand on her silky neck and said:

Jai: Babe, your eyes are looking so big.

Gehna: Umm, stop silly, you’re turning me on.

I joined my girlfriend in the salsa hut. We were dancing slowly to Spanish music when I noticed Gehna and Raghu. They had joined the same crowd of dancing couples. I caught Gehna’s eye and winked. She sent Raghu to the busy bar area.

I went and caught her waist. She put her arms on my shoulders, and we moved further away into the crowd. She was almost in tears. I enquired.

Jai: How’s your man?

Gehna: Sulking; says my hair is too short. He wanted it 5 inches down from the shoulder.

Jai: Big deal, you’re looking fuckable right now.

Gehna ran her long fingers upwards along my zipper and whispered:

Gehna: Your girlfriend is lucky. I’m guessing she’s not uptight.

Jai: O ya, we give each other space.

We had early supper at the buffet, and my girlfriend went back to the room. I went to the pool and asked for some coconut water. Someone patted my bum, and I turned to see Gehna next to me.

She looked like a teenage girl in her red tank top and white miniskirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off her chest. Her push up bra created a perfect cleavage. We stood quietly, letting the ocean breeze soak in. Then I spoke first:

Raghu: You need to chill, get these off (bangles)

She got a plastic bag from the counter, took off her bangles, and then left them with the bartender for safekeeping. She massaged her hands and said:

Gehna: Feels so much better. Get me something strong.

I ordered a rum punch and looked at her. She gave a pregnant pause till her drink was served and then drank it bottoms-up. I glanced around nervously to see if Raghu was following her. Gehna spoke rapidly.

Gehna: It’s been a week since our wedding. We haven’t screwed

(The plot was thickening. I wasn’t so sure what I was doing there with the married chick.)

Raghu: Due to periods or something?

Gehna: No, no. He wants to do it without condoms, in my safe days.

Raghu: Hmmm, but why?

Gehna: As a honeymoon present, to remember.

Raghu: Are you a virgin?

Gehna: Hahaha, not at all, I had a lover, and I guess Raghu was also sexually active

I advised her to go cold turkey on him:

Jai: As a friend, I say enjoy your holiday. Do your own thing, as you did before marriage.

Gehna: Muah!

She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. I lifted her chin and kissed her sharp nose. We sat on the pool’s edge, in a shadowy corner, dangling our feet in the water. She threw a toned buttery leg over me. I grabbed her ass and asked her:

Jai: Can you take off the push-up bra?

Gehna: Why not! So desperate to see my tits.

She slapped me playfully, then took off her tight push up bra. I held her firm jelly-like boobs in both hands and started sucking her reddish-pink tits. She lifted her miniskirt and circled her clit with her middle finger.

I nuzzled into her neck, and we made out, kissing and fondling with no track of time. She left just before midnight, and I immediately regretted not fucking her. I returned to my room and mounted my girlfriend like a horny bull.

The next day Gehna threw a paper ball into my hut and started walking along the beach. She was in a beautiful white mini dress with an orange floral print. I followed her to a nearby tattoo studio. She was holding a printout of 4 roses in her hand. She explained.

Gehna: Raghu told me to get my old tattoo covered up.

She turned to show me a faded heart tattoo with two initials and an arrow. Before I could speak, she held up her hand. The girl with the tattoo continued.

Gehna: I know. He’s jealous

Raghu: Don’t do it, babe, it’s hardly noticeable

Gehna: I have a better plan. I always wanted a sexy shoulder tat.

So she gave the template and got it enlarged 3 times. The new outline covered her shoulder from the end of her collarbone, going around the upper arm and the last leaves ending in her inner arm.

The artist used a new needle and started inking the outline. It was just the right size, not too big or too dense. The vibration and constant buzzing of the tattoo gun aroused Gehna.

When it was filled in, the new tattoo looked sexier than we’d imagined. It’s delicate feminine lines, the hues of blue and pink, blending into purple, looked deeply erotic.

Gehna started a video call while the artist was giving her finishing touches. Raghu cried out in despair.

Raghu: Holy shit, that’s too big!

Gehna: Jaanu cover-up has to be bigger than the original.

Raghu: Tell him to stop now at least.

Gehna: It’s over, jaanu. He’s just shading it.

We got chilled beers and started walking towards the resort. Gehna has her hand in my back pocket, and I threw my arm around the arch of her waist. I told her seriously:

Jai: Babe, no more games, sort it out, please.

Gehna: I can’t confront him, yaar. He’ll spoil the holiday mood.

She was right. I realized what was coming next. We stopped, and I looked at her. She smiled shyly as my eyes stripped her nude. In my mind, she was buck naked, like the day she was born. I looked around desperately. There was a narrow shaded corner between the resort wall and a 6 feet stack of sun loungers.

I held Gehna’s hand and pulled her there. Without wasting a second, she took off her panty. I mounted her in a missionary position and started pumping right away. Her hungry vagina constricted my big dick like it was a virgin cunt.

I ran my fingers in her hair and locked them behind her neck, clutching her hair tightly and kissing profusely. She bounced her pussy up in sequence with my grinding to get deeper penetration. I said a couple of sweet nothings in her ear, “Gehna, sweetie, you’re so yummy, love.”

She orgasmed rapidly and started talking dirty. “Oh, Jai, fuck me, fuck, give me that.” Towards the end of her orgasm, she squirted. I creamed her pussy without changing positions. We kept fucking slowly and kissing long after cumming.

I couldn’t keep my hands out of her short hair and finally sat up with her back resting on my chest. She spoke in an elated mood:

Gehna: My periods finished yesterday, so is it should be safe to screw today, right!

Jai: Babe, I’m not that kind of doctor. I did my research on teaching and curriculum

Her phone beeped, but she put it on silent mode and started humming a sweet tune. The ocean looked crystal clear, and a fresh breeze dried our sweat. The sound of crashing waves was making me drowsy. Before dozing off, I saw the last message on her screen.

“Jaan, today is your safe day. I hope there’s no fuckup.”