They got dressed in hotel robes and within a few minutes the meal arrived. It wasn't the same young man who had delivered fresh carafe of coffee and an orgasm this morning but he was definitely easy on the eyes and Deepika made no attempt to conceal her interest as he prepared the table and opened the wine.
"What was that about?" he asked, after tipping the young man and closing the door.
"What?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"The dude, I saw you staring at him. What's up with that?" he asked, sitting down to dinner.
"I don't know." she said, removing her robe to uncover the navy sarong before sitting down.
Her breasts were bare beneath the filmy cover-up, her engorged and swollen nipples were all but chewing their way through the fabric.
"It's just that he was a really sexy black guy." she paused briefly before continuing, "This resort is just full of them!" she said, placing her napkin in her lap avoiding his eyes briefly before looking up and staring directly into them.
Harsha smirked at her briefly and then shrugging it off, "I didn't know you liked black guys." he said, pouring the wine.
"You could build a healthy tourism business to accommodate women like me who want to come down here just to fuck the local men. They are HOT!" she said, taking her seat grinning at her husband who simply stared back her.
They enjoyed the meal and the wine making small talk, reminiscing about the wedding and talked about some of the gifts they'd received from members of her well to do family. After the meal was complete and the wine bottle empty, Harsha gathered everything up on a tray and placed it in the hallway. He asked Deepika if she cared to get dressed and take in some of the nightlife, starting in the hotel bar.
"Maybe in a bit." she replied, "I have something else in mind for you. I've been planning since this afternoon." She had gone to the closet where Harsha had hung his suits and removed a couple of neckties.
"Oh nice! What have you got Baby?" said Harsha, as his curiosity and his libido began to compete.
"I want to give you a little performance Harsha- but I know you. You'll get over excited and won't be able to let me finish the way I want. So I want you to get completely naked, then I'll tie you to that arm chair using these." she said, holding up his neckties and pointing to the upholstered armchair near the balcony.
"Oh wow-You must have something really hot in mind...okay let's do it." he said. His unsuspecting eagerness was a little amusing to Deepika. She never doubted for a second that he would go for it from the minute she conceived the plan. They'd indulged in some light bondage before so he probably thought he knew what was coming.
She had carefully tied his left hand to the chair making sure the knot was snug but not too tight or uncomfortable. She did the same with the right, making it just noticeably tighter. Then, using the waistband from the two bathrobes she secured both his ankles securely.
"Comfy so far Baby?" she asked, as she went through her own luggage and produced three scarves
"Fine." he said.
Returning to him she very tightly bound each fore arm securely to the arms of the chair, making certain that he could not escape her little trap. Up until now he had been sporting an erection but as she completed tying the second scarf, it began to fade.
"Deepika that's awfully tight." She could detect the nervousness in his voice now.
She kissed him gently on the lips and whispered to him slowly. "Relax Harsha, this will be a whole new experience. An awakening. I know it will be a ferocious turn on for you!" she said.
He began to relax and watched Deepika as she stood in front of him, removing her sarong. He noticed there was a large wet spot in her panties, spreading from her center. His eyes fixed on her pussy as she pulled them down her thighs and dropped them on the floor before stepping out of them. She picked them and waved them briefly under his nose.
"Do you want my pussy stained panties Babe?" she asked.
"Yes." He croaked.
"Open your mouth." she said.
He reluctantly complied and she very gently stuffed them in his mouth, before taking the third scarf and tying it in gag fashion, tightly across the back of his head. Now all that remained, was for her to redo the knots holding his hands to the chair and make them more secure, removing any chance of escape.
Harsha tried to tell her through the gag that he had changed his mind but the best he could do was make a pathetic muffling sound. Deepika wasn't interested in anything he had to say at this point. There wasn't any 'safe' word. It was going to happen. She had him completely rolled him into a little ball inside her web, like a hungry spider, preparing for the feast. She had full control over him now.
"Welcome to my parlor-said the spider to the fly!" she whispered into his ear, and then stepped back to look at her handy work, chuckling.
After testing every knot to her satisfaction, she slowly walked over to her cell phone. Harsha watched her as she removed a slip of paper from the reading desk, and began dialing a number. Deepika watched Harsha trying to determine his state of mind as she waited for Tyson to pick up.
"Ms. Deepika?" she heard, after the fourth ring.
"Please come up now Tyson. You'll notice Mr. Harsha is tied securely to a chair when you come in. Just ignore him. I want you to fuck me in front of him. Show him that you own my little white pussy." she said, before dropping the call and placed the phone down slowly on the desk. She stared intently at Harsha. After a moment she walked over and opened the hotel door and propped it slightly ajar using one of Harsha's shoes
Harsha was in shock. He didn't know what to do. He was helpless, tied to the chair, unable to even talk or scream for help. He could do nothing but watch and let things unfold. If he heard Deepika right, he was about to witness his wife of two days give herself to another man.
Deepika walked over to him, hips swaying gently, and got down on her knees in front of him, arranging her hair into a tight ponytail as was her custom before sex. Holding his gaze she started to explain, "I have been attracted to athletic men all my life Harsha. But when I became a cheerleader in college, I realized that what I really yearned for was tall athletic black men. I didn't know that until you and I had already started seeing each other seriously, so I was never able to realize my fantasy. Until now." she said.
"Today I had two of the sexiest men I have ever encountered. Both were black, very well endowed and the most talented lovers! I've chosen one of them to be my Bull and fuck me senseless for the rest of our honeymoon. I don't practice catch and release Harsha, and you'll soon see why!" she said, and paused before continuing.
"While you are my husband, and soon to be an associate at Daddy's law firm, I've decided that you're not enough man for me sexually. I enjoy having more- a lot more. We can remain married and live an outwardly normal life together for the sake of our respective families and your career, as long as you can accept that from now on I will freely have sex with black men of my choosing." she said, then paused again.
"Now I've arranged a little demonstration to show you exactly why I've come to this decision. Afterwards I will let you decide whether or not we continue as man and wife but be aware if that is still okay with you I have one additional condition for you to consider." she finished, rising to her feet.
She walked the ten steps to the edge of the king size bed and sat waiting for Tyson. Spreading her legs and inserting two fingers into her moist center, she masturbated, holding Harsha's wide eyed stare. Within minutes there was a quiet knock on the door.
"What was that about?" he asked, after tipping the young man and closing the door.
"What?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"The dude, I saw you staring at him. What's up with that?" he asked, sitting down to dinner.
"I don't know." she said, removing her robe to uncover the navy sarong before sitting down.
Her breasts were bare beneath the filmy cover-up, her engorged and swollen nipples were all but chewing their way through the fabric.
"It's just that he was a really sexy black guy." she paused briefly before continuing, "This resort is just full of them!" she said, placing her napkin in her lap avoiding his eyes briefly before looking up and staring directly into them.
Harsha smirked at her briefly and then shrugging it off, "I didn't know you liked black guys." he said, pouring the wine.
"You could build a healthy tourism business to accommodate women like me who want to come down here just to fuck the local men. They are HOT!" she said, taking her seat grinning at her husband who simply stared back her.
They enjoyed the meal and the wine making small talk, reminiscing about the wedding and talked about some of the gifts they'd received from members of her well to do family. After the meal was complete and the wine bottle empty, Harsha gathered everything up on a tray and placed it in the hallway. He asked Deepika if she cared to get dressed and take in some of the nightlife, starting in the hotel bar.
"Maybe in a bit." she replied, "I have something else in mind for you. I've been planning since this afternoon." She had gone to the closet where Harsha had hung his suits and removed a couple of neckties.
"Oh nice! What have you got Baby?" said Harsha, as his curiosity and his libido began to compete.
"I want to give you a little performance Harsha- but I know you. You'll get over excited and won't be able to let me finish the way I want. So I want you to get completely naked, then I'll tie you to that arm chair using these." she said, holding up his neckties and pointing to the upholstered armchair near the balcony.
"Oh wow-You must have something really hot in mind...okay let's do it." he said. His unsuspecting eagerness was a little amusing to Deepika. She never doubted for a second that he would go for it from the minute she conceived the plan. They'd indulged in some light bondage before so he probably thought he knew what was coming.
She had carefully tied his left hand to the chair making sure the knot was snug but not too tight or uncomfortable. She did the same with the right, making it just noticeably tighter. Then, using the waistband from the two bathrobes she secured both his ankles securely.
"Comfy so far Baby?" she asked, as she went through her own luggage and produced three scarves
"Fine." he said.
Returning to him she very tightly bound each fore arm securely to the arms of the chair, making certain that he could not escape her little trap. Up until now he had been sporting an erection but as she completed tying the second scarf, it began to fade.
"Deepika that's awfully tight." She could detect the nervousness in his voice now.
She kissed him gently on the lips and whispered to him slowly. "Relax Harsha, this will be a whole new experience. An awakening. I know it will be a ferocious turn on for you!" she said.
He began to relax and watched Deepika as she stood in front of him, removing her sarong. He noticed there was a large wet spot in her panties, spreading from her center. His eyes fixed on her pussy as she pulled them down her thighs and dropped them on the floor before stepping out of them. She picked them and waved them briefly under his nose.
"Do you want my pussy stained panties Babe?" she asked.
"Yes." He croaked.
"Open your mouth." she said.
He reluctantly complied and she very gently stuffed them in his mouth, before taking the third scarf and tying it in gag fashion, tightly across the back of his head. Now all that remained, was for her to redo the knots holding his hands to the chair and make them more secure, removing any chance of escape.
Harsha tried to tell her through the gag that he had changed his mind but the best he could do was make a pathetic muffling sound. Deepika wasn't interested in anything he had to say at this point. There wasn't any 'safe' word. It was going to happen. She had him completely rolled him into a little ball inside her web, like a hungry spider, preparing for the feast. She had full control over him now.
"Welcome to my parlor-said the spider to the fly!" she whispered into his ear, and then stepped back to look at her handy work, chuckling.
After testing every knot to her satisfaction, she slowly walked over to her cell phone. Harsha watched her as she removed a slip of paper from the reading desk, and began dialing a number. Deepika watched Harsha trying to determine his state of mind as she waited for Tyson to pick up.
"Ms. Deepika?" she heard, after the fourth ring.
"Please come up now Tyson. You'll notice Mr. Harsha is tied securely to a chair when you come in. Just ignore him. I want you to fuck me in front of him. Show him that you own my little white pussy." she said, before dropping the call and placed the phone down slowly on the desk. She stared intently at Harsha. After a moment she walked over and opened the hotel door and propped it slightly ajar using one of Harsha's shoes
Harsha was in shock. He didn't know what to do. He was helpless, tied to the chair, unable to even talk or scream for help. He could do nothing but watch and let things unfold. If he heard Deepika right, he was about to witness his wife of two days give herself to another man.
Deepika walked over to him, hips swaying gently, and got down on her knees in front of him, arranging her hair into a tight ponytail as was her custom before sex. Holding his gaze she started to explain, "I have been attracted to athletic men all my life Harsha. But when I became a cheerleader in college, I realized that what I really yearned for was tall athletic black men. I didn't know that until you and I had already started seeing each other seriously, so I was never able to realize my fantasy. Until now." she said.
"Today I had two of the sexiest men I have ever encountered. Both were black, very well endowed and the most talented lovers! I've chosen one of them to be my Bull and fuck me senseless for the rest of our honeymoon. I don't practice catch and release Harsha, and you'll soon see why!" she said, and paused before continuing.
"While you are my husband, and soon to be an associate at Daddy's law firm, I've decided that you're not enough man for me sexually. I enjoy having more- a lot more. We can remain married and live an outwardly normal life together for the sake of our respective families and your career, as long as you can accept that from now on I will freely have sex with black men of my choosing." she said, then paused again.
"Now I've arranged a little demonstration to show you exactly why I've come to this decision. Afterwards I will let you decide whether or not we continue as man and wife but be aware if that is still okay with you I have one additional condition for you to consider." she finished, rising to her feet.
She walked the ten steps to the edge of the king size bed and sat waiting for Tyson. Spreading her legs and inserting two fingers into her moist center, she masturbated, holding Harsha's wide eyed stare. Within minutes there was a quiet knock on the door.
