Andaman Trip That Changed All Ch. 02

The story so far (recap)

Amit and Sunita, a Mumbai couple, come to Andaman for a brief holiday. Amit harbors secret dreams under the surface of their marriage, while Sunita is emotionally detached yet silently watchful.

On their first day, Shiva, their upbeat local driver, calls and interrupts a passionate moment in the hotel room, leaving Sunita and Amit both in a state of arousal.

Later, on their first journey with Shiva, Amit--unable to resist--begins in the backseat, fondling Sunita in the moving vehicle.

Though she resists, her resistance is feeble. Her summer dress moves, revealing more than she meant, exposing her. The tropical air thickens with heat and unsaid tension, igniting something deeper between them.

Now the story starts

Chapter 5: A Fire She Didn't Start

They returned to the hotel room, and Sunita immediately entered the restroom. Her heart was still pounding. Amit's touch in the car and Shiva's sight of her both affected her.

The memories embarrassed and excited her. Amit lay on the bed with the remote in hand.

"Dinner's ordered," he remarked with a drowsy grin.

She didn't reply. Sat at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, legs tightly crossed. They dined in silence.

Her thoughts kept going back to the car: Amit's fingers inside her, Shiva in the front seat, and that climax she couldn't control.

Amit pushed closer after keeping the dish aside.

"Shiva, you know, couldn't stop complimenting you.

"Amit, please don't, she said.

"Do you know that he saw how tight your nipples were under that dress?" he said.

She shook her head in denial.

"I don't want to listen to this."

"But your body does, though," he said, fingers creeping up her thigh.

His hand brushed the moist cloth of her shorts, causing her to gasp.

He mocked, "No panties?" "Still damp from earlier?"

"Amit......" Her discomfort was evident.

"You moaned so loudly that Shiva probably couldn't decide whether to drive or just keep watching.

He pushed his fingers inside her shorts. "Dripping," he said softly, circling her clit.

"I didn't mean to..." she said, arching into his touch.

He pulled her shirt off. Her tight nipples spilled loose. His lips wrapped over one, gently sucking while he fingered her pussy steadily.

"You enjoyed being watched."

"No," she said breathlessly, yet her hips shifted by themselves. Kissing down her belly, Amit took off her shorts and buried his tongue between her legs.

Legs tightening around his head, she screamed as his tongue flicked her clit and his fingers stroked her deep.

Moaning his name, he climbed over her, cock stiff and pushing at her wet entrance. He entered slowly.

He said softly, "You are mine, whoever stares, no matter."

She encircled him with her legs. Her moans filled the room. Another powerful, louder orgasm came.

Later, resting on his chest, she said, "Don't mention his name again."

Brushing her hair back, he smiled.

"I know you will think about him all night."

She shut her eyes and knew that he was correct.

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Chapter 6: The Fantasy He Created

Shiva arrived at 9:00 a. m. and found the couple waiting in the hotel lobby.

Sunita was in the white chiffon kurta which Amit had chosen for today. It was soft, translucent, and light. It clung to her in sunlight, exposing her. She felt somewhat uneasy as she entered the car.

"Good morning, ma'am, sir. Hope you're ready for a full day of city sightseeing," he remarked, starting the car.

They drove along Port Blair's calm streets. The city was only waking up, but the calm didn't stay long.

"I must say, sir... Yesterday was a wonderful day. Your company made it special," Shiva said.

Amit chuckled and reclined.

Flashing a grin, Amit said, "Good company makes all the difference."

Shiva looked in the rearview mirror and murmured nonchalantly, "Madam, it seems like a dream today...... Some dreams are difficult to forget, particularly those right behind you.

Sunita moved in her seat, gripping the edge of her dupatta tighter. She smiled politely, but her eyes looked to Amit, wishing he would speak.

"Stop him from talking this way. This is unacceptable," she whispered.

He did not. Looking out the window, he pretended all was well, as if the double meanings in Shiva's remarks didn't exist. The journey continued.

His teasing continued.

When they reached the Cellular Jail, Sunita pulled Amit aside.

"What is wrong with you?"

She whispered calmly.

"Weren't you listening to how he spoke? Why don't you speak up?"

Amit shrugged as if it were insignificant.

"He's only appreciating you. Don't worry about it."

He stretched out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Earlier, it was a lovely action. But nowadays, it seems like a gesture of possessiveness.

Inside the Cellular Jail, the silence of history muffled her rising frustration.

The jail walls manifested our freedom fighters' suffering and efforts. In some way, they mirrored her own.

Later, heading to the next tourist destination, Sunita told Shiva to stop at a wayside cafe.

She said quickly, "I have to use the washroom."

Shiva indicated a little café-side bathroom. She moved fast, grateful for a few minutes alone. Though the outside heat was more, she could at least breathe.

Walking back toward the car, she overheard Amit and Shiva talking. They were unaware of her proximity. Instinct told her something was wrong, so she slowed down.

Shiva spoke softly, perhaps hesitantly.

"Sir..." Should madam be, you know, in that sort of line, do you believe I could enjoy her company? Just once, can I afford it?

Sunita stood still. For a second, her heart skipped a beat.

Then Amit spoke--in a calm and settled way. "She's expensive and chooses whom to bed with."

Sunita gasped. Her entire body became motionless.

Amit laughed once again.

"That sort of lady doesn't spread her legs for just anyone. You have to be influential and up to a class."

The words slapped her face, blurring her eyes out of shame and disbelief.

She moved towards the car, shocked.

Then, without saying anything, she got up and moved inside the car. They stopped laughing the moment they spotted her. She avoided Amit's gaze.

"Is this the way he thinks about me?" she asked.

The rest of the drive was in silence.

Amit was talking at the Naval Marine Museum as if nothing had happened.

"Are you all right? "he inquired.

"I'm okay," she said, almost whispering.

The museum's interior was calm and cool. The walls were lined with displays of ancient ships, shells, and corals, but none interested her. Those harsh, thoughtless comments occupied her mind.

That sort of lady doesn't spread her legs.

As the madam is in sort of line,

Each line was hitting her dignity.

She was distraught, but something came into her mind.

" Why should I not behave the way he presents me in front of others? Now let me show him what I can do."

Amit nudged her. "You're quiet."

I'm just thinking," she said, coolly and calmly.

"Don't overthink. Enjoy the trip."

She smiled at him, looking not the way she used to.

"Sure, I will, she answered gently.

"From now on, I intend to enjoy everything... completely."

He grinned back, completely misunderstanding the significance.

But something in her had shifted. She felt an odd calmness as they left the museum.

"If Amit desired a fantasy, she would provide him one. But this time, it would be on her terms".

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Chapter 7: The Price of Fantasy

Running along Port Blair's sun-drenched roads, the car slowly approached Cove Beach.

Shiva's palm rested carelessly on the steering wheel, and his mischievous eyes repeatedly flicked to the rearview mirror.

He saw Sunita leaning forward slightly, her summer dress shifting with every breath, every motion.

Shiva's eyes lingered, mouth twisting. "Some views, sir," he continued, his voice heavy with laughter, "are better enjoyed while in a car."

Amit cleared his throat. "Shiva, eyes on the road.. You are with us to drive," Shiva grinned.

"I beg your pardon, sir. With such heavenly distractions in the backseat, it's difficult to concentrate on the road."

Sunita's voice was gentle but dangerously provocative. She pushed somewhat forward before Amit could jerk back.

"Amit, it's not his fault. Some things are not meant to be overlooked. Like side views... or sunsets".

Maybe he's just appreciating what has been willingly exhibited. Shiva chuckled. "Sir has great taste."

There was a pause.

They came to Corbyn's Cove. The beach glimmered gold under the midday light; nevertheless, Amit understood things were falling apart.

But he was not sure about the sudden change in her behavior.

Sunita's dress fluttered in the sea breeze, and her golden skin shone under the sun.

Turning to Shiva, she spoke gently.

"Why don't you two join us?" she proposed. "You have been... fascinating company."

" I don't know if Sir will mind."

"Why should Amit mind?"

She looked back over her shoulder.

"He is not here with his wife. He is just with a woman companion--engaged for the holiday.

It was a jolt for Amit. His throat dried. Now, he was sure of the reason for the sudden change in her behavior.

It means she knew the lie he told Shiva yesterday to spice up his sexual fantasy of seeing her in a call-girl role. It had come full circle.

Had Shiva told her? And yet, she wasn't yelling.

She was taunting, mocking, and taking revenge.

She was wearing the mask he'd designed for her--but now she was in control of it.

Amit stayed mute, not knowing how to react.

They strolled down the beach. Sand swirled across Sunita's toes as she stepped closer to Shiva and away from Amit.

She asked him casually, "You think I should stay back a few more nights here in Andaman?"

Shiva seemed ecstatic.

"You should! Andaman has a lot more fun with you around."

Her voice grew thick and hoarse.

"Of course... but I'll need the right arrangement, hotel, food, care--and a little compensation. Do you know one in Andaman who can take care of it?"

Fumbling with his phone, he instantly said

"Yes, I know some of the guys who will

be willing to take care of this."

"Just a minute, madam."

He moves slightly away from Sunita.

He tried to talk in a low voice, but Sunita could still make it out. Sunita's hearing was also sharp; the ocean breeze caught every horrible phrase of his.

"Yes, she is still here, sir. What an item! Bilkul high-end maal hai. (Total high-end products). Full VIP experience. Rich-wife, clean, classy vibes--one night will set her straight."

Though her hands were tight, Sunita's breathing remained steady. She was no longer a lady but a commodity; he was advertising her. She was available for a price.

He returned smiling.

"He wants to see you at the coffee shop on the jetty at 8 o'clock tonight."

She said slowly, "I'll do my best to meet his expectations."

Back in the car, there was palpable tension in the air.

Sunita was silent and looking out of the window.

Amit exploded, "What the hell is going on between you two?"

She slowly turned to him, her eyes glimmering with something dangerous.

"Amit, she continued gently, "this is what you desired. A fantasy. An exhibition. You lied; now I'm only playing the role you gave me."

"I am being offered 2 nights from a rich man at a good price."

He grabbed her arm.

"A rich man? You know who he is?"

She freed herself from him.

"How does it matter? He believes I am for sale."

He hissed, "You're not going to him." Sunita smiled, lovely and deadly.

"Why not? You told Shiva that I was available at the right price. Now, I want to make your fantasy real.

"Sunita," his voice broke.

" I am sorry. I did not mean that.

Please stop doing this."

"Amit, I will surely go tonight. You, too, check how much your wife is worth here in Andaman."

She settled back in her seat, calm and radiant.

Shiva glanced at her again. "I wish I was that lucky man tonight."

Sunita didn't answer. But her silence was the most remarkable thing in the car.