Hello, readers. Jessy from Chennai is here. Like all South Indian women, I come from a conservative family. An older brother is mine. Dad worked for the government, while mom taught school. At the age of 26, I tied the knot. I have two children, have been married for 12 years, and have settled in Chennai.
Talking about sex was taboo back then, and it still is in every middle-class family. I was afraid to try anything because I had a slight attraction to sexual feelings. As a result, I came to the conclusion that my wedding was my only option. I made the decision not to take a job.
Returning to the story.
Nancy, my cousin, was getting married in 2015. She worked with Titan and was five feet four inches taller than I am. She had a decent figure. My house was where she and her parents were staying. She was going to be visited by the groom and his parents. I was taken aback to see the boy, whom I had not previously seen.
He had a good appearance, was athletic in build (like a football player), had his hair neatly cut, and worked for an IT company. Because she had such a handsome husband, my cousin made me feel a little jealous. Jeremiah is his last name. After three months, a wedding date was set.
My cousin was wearing a wedding dress, and the boy was wearing a suit with a nice taper. The suit fit him perfectly. He resembled Harvey Spectre from the web series Suits. I could not look away from him.
I made it a point to stand next to him while I took a photo at the reception after the wedding. Throughout the reception, I kept gazing at him and, whenever I had time, I would look at his photo, which I only had on my phone.
They spent their honeymoon in the Maldives following the wedding.
We planned a trip to Goa with the family seven months later. As a result, the entire schedule was planned. We checked into our respective rooms when we got there on Friday afternoon. We ate a light lunch and then slept until it was evening when we got up.
Since Baga Beach is the most happening location, we all agreed to meet in the lobby at six and go there. I went with a denim shirt and a knee-length white skirt. My new appearance wowed my husband. Nancy and Jeremiah were amazed to see me in such a makeover when we all gathered in the hotel lobby.
Nancy stopped by, gave me a big hug, and said that I was looking good. She wore a maxi dress with no sleeves. Jeremiah came over, gave me a cute wink, thanked me for looking nice, and shook my hand. He was sporting sneakers, a white shirt, and sky blue shorts. That outfit made him look so nice.
We went to Tito’s and found a nice spot. Even though we were having a great time, I kept looking at Jeremiah. I couldn’t stop looking at him. He also noticed, and while he did not react much to that, it made him feel uneasy.
My husband did not introduce me to wine until after we got married. In addition, I was drinking the same thing in the club. Beer was in my husband’s drink. Jeremiah was sipping a JW Black Label, while Nancy was sipping a mocktail.
I was feeling a little more high than usual because we were down at least four rounds. After finishing dinner, we made the decision to return to our rooms. Jeremiah said he would be a little late because he wanted to spend some time on the beach while we were moving to our rooms.
I felt compelled to remain, but I reluctantly entered the room. My husband immediately fell asleep on the bed as soon as we arrived. I hoped to get some attention, but I got nothing. I locked the room and went to the beach in search of Jeremiah, disappointed.
I searched for a while before finding him on the shore when I got there. I approached him slowly and asked if I could join him. His face showed that he was somewhat reluctant. This was because I kept staring at him in the club all the time.
In the end, he agreed. We got into a routine conversation. Until we realized it was past midnight, we felt at ease with one another. I purposely began to walk close to him as I returned to the room to feel his heat, scent, and body.
The road had to be crossed. I didn’t notice that a few bikes were coming. I collided with him as he pulled me back. He saved me, so I thanked him. We sat down for a while, took a sip of water, and then returned to the hotel.
I experienced a strange sensation inside when I collided with him. I felt like I wanted to get closer to him but was afraid to. I was aware that he would not act. However, the odd desire to feel him more intensified. As a result, I had to take action.
My room was the first, followed by Jeremiah’s, because our rooms were next to each other. At close to midnight, the hotel room passage was dimly lit. I referred to him as “Jeremiah” because I thought this was the ideal time, place, and opportunity. He asked, “Yes?” when he turned to me.
I gave him a generous kiss on the lips after gently grasping his face. There was no tongue involved, just a deep kiss. I was awoken by the aroma of alcohol, his perfume, and my post-wine high. He was shackled to the wall when I pushed myself onto him.
I imagine he was stunned and remained motionless. We continued to be in that position until we realized what was happening. We came to our senses and, unsure of what to say or do, looked at each other. He simply said “Good night” and left. I also responded, and I went to my room.
I rushed to the bathroom as I returned to my room to relieve myself. I sat down, pulled down my pants, raised my skirt, raised the toilet seat, and closed the door. The warm urine was leaving my body, and I could feel it. When I looked down, relieved, I saw a large wet spot on my pants.
I was fairly certain that it was caused by the kissing. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t. I was getting nervous about the possibility of him saying that to Nancy. I finally fell asleep after an hour of insomnia.
The following morning, I woke up with a mild headache. To relieve myself, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I took a bath, and when I got out, the bathrobe was on me. On the phone, my husband was reading something. Tea had been one of his room service orders.
I took a good, big sip, and the headache slowly went away. I paired a light pink t-shirt with knee-length jeans shorts. For the free breakfast, we gathered in one of the restaurants. I was eager to see Jeremiah but was waiting for Nancy. I was anxiously awaiting his response to my stupidity.
They arrived rather late. I was wondering if Jeremiah told Nancy that I had kissed him, and my heart was pounding. Nancy is someone I know who can be possessive. She would immediately humiliate me if she learned about this. Within the family, she would act similarly.
However, she entered with her usual cheerful disposition and wished us all a happy morning. Jeremiah also showed up to wish us all well. The fact that she was unaware of this somewhat comforted me. I attempted to stand next to him while eating breakfast under the guise of ordering.
But I wanted to say sorry for being stupid. I quickly checked my surroundings to see if anyone was nearby when I was able to stand next to him. He inquired, “What was that last night?” I was dazed by it. However, I ended up smiling and blushing.
I apologized and said so. He stated, “When you were staring at me throughout yesterday evening, I knew something was wrong.” Everything was altered when he said something. “All you had to do was ask,” he said. I shocked me beyond belief. I continued to stand close to the coffee maker.
The only chair that was available was between Jeremiah and my husband, and they were all seated. Jeremiah moved closer to me and adjusted his chair after we started eating. He put his left hand on my right leg out of nowhere. I could not eat and immediately felt myself go numb.
That was noticed by everyone, and they inquired about my condition. I was unable to respond with his hand on my thigh. I said I bit my tongue when he took it out. He kept the water again after I had a sip. I wanted to catch him in the handwashing area after breakfast.
He laughed rudely and said, “That was for yesterday,” after noticing that I washed my hands as well. After that, I felt kind of horny. He slapped my a** as we were leaving the hand wash area. I was greatly shocked by this. He giggled once more.
That day, we planned to visit Anjuna Beach and take advantage of the numerous water sports and other activities. The banana boat ride was our first ride. My husband, Nancy, I, and Jeremiah were the first to be instructed to sit in a particular manner by the instructor. After receiving life jackets, we set off.
We each fell into the water after hitting a particularly powerful wave. I could feel Jeremiah’s hands all over my ass while submerged in water. I saw him grin at me as I stood up to take a breather. I was at a loss for what to do. I just cooperated.
He grabbed both of my ass cheeks and pushed me onto the boat under the guise of pushing me back onto the banana boat. I was very enraged by everything. We relaxed in the cool breeze after eating lunch at the local shack. It was nearing sunset. After dinner and a good night’s sleep, we returned to our hotel rooms.
We had planned to visit a few additional locations the following morning. Jerry was not present when I went to the restaurant for breakfast. Nancy informed me that he woke up late when I inquired. The devil in me, I’m not sure how, asked Nancy for sunblock. According to her, it was in the room.
I inquired if I could acquire it. She requested that you bring it along. She advised Jerry not to be disturbed while he was sleeping. Knowing that Jerry would be alone, my heart was pounding as I entered the room. He wasn’t in bed when I came in. I thought he might have gone somewhere.
I searched everything in her bag, but I couldn’t find the suntan lotion. I went to the bathroom to check. Jerry was nude and standing under the shower when I barged in. His stance in that manner shocked me. However, he asked, “You want anything?” in a casual and shameless manner.
I mumbled, “I need the lotion for my tan.” He made his way toward the sink to get the lotion and give it to me. I couldn’t look away from his hanging cock. The cock was mostly hanging below his balls. Just by looking at his limp cock, I could feel myself getting wet.
He gave me the lotion after taking it. He wasn’t telling me he was giving me the lotion. I was completely perplexed as I stood at the door to the bathroom. I was admiring his limp, dangling cock more than anything else.
After he sprayed me with water, I realized what was going on. I was exclaiming, “sorry, sorry,” repeatedly. To get the lotion, I extended my hand. He pulled me close to him, which added to my shock. I landed on his chest, pressing my breasts together.
To keep from falling, I had to wrap my left hand around his waist. We ended up staring at each other’s eyes continuously. “You like my cock?” he asked. I didn’t say anything and kept eye contact. He was using his left hand to hold my right hand.
My left hand was slowly slipping in his direction as I wrapped it around his waist. His right hand had a semi-firm grip on my left hip. He kissed me after leaning in and taking a moment to look into my eyes. I did not raise any sort of objection.
I also leaned into him and gave him a kiss back. A passionate, tongue-in-mouth kiss was developing from a gentle beginning. When Nancy’s phone rang, this intense kiss was broken. I informed her that I had discovered the lotion and needed to change into my room to do so.
I was still in Jerry’s arms as this conversation took place. His kiss was on my neck. We let go of the embrace, apologized to him, and left for my changing room. I changed and went to breakfast at the restaurant. Jerry had not yet arrived.
He arrived 15 minutes late and offered an apology to everyone. He was looking at me, I noticed. However, following our most recent encounter, I was unable to make eye contact. However, I desired to be beaten at the resort by the husband of my cousin.