Keerthi groaned in frustration, finding a dress for her date. No. Dinner.
A black dress caught her attention, as she took it from her closet. It was too bold for a first date, she thought.
But she wanted to look hot tonight.
She threw caution out, as she went to change. She was glad her parents in law and Vihan weren’t at home. It would have been embarrassing facing them with her attire.
She wanted to stun her husband though.
Keerthi stood in front of her closet too shy to go out, where Vikram was waiting.
“Are you going to come out today?”, Vikram hated waiting.
“Just a moment”, Keerthi shouted from inside.
She took a deep breath, walking out.
Vikram was speechless when he saw his wife.
She looked sensual.
She wore a black dress, with a round neckline, the dress black above her waist where it was tight, and flowed smoothly below it in a plum shade.
The area around her chest was tight, the fabric stretching everytime she moved, with a thin strap of sleeves resting on her shoulder. The dress stopped short a couple of inches above her knee. It was too revealing. Keerthi paired the with her boots and a black jacket to complete her look, she had applied eyeliner to her eyes and applied a brown lipstick.
Keerthi paired the with her boots and a black jacket to complete her look, she had applied eyeliner to her eyes and applied a brown lipstick
(Keerthi’s outfit)
Keerthi found her eyes involuntarily running over her husband’s frame. He wore a black shirt, the material over it fluttering softly to the wind, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, giving her a view of his chest hair, pairing it with grey pants, his hair gelled and looking hot.
He wore a black shirt, the material over it fluttering softly to the wind, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, giving her a view of his chest hair, pairing it with grey pants, his hair gelled and looking hot
(Vikram’s outfit)
“You look sexy”, words poured out of Vikram’s mouth without control.
Keerthi blushed. Though she wanted him to find her hot, him being verbal about it made her cheeks redden.
“Thanks”, she said shyly,”You look good too.”
“Come on. Let’s leave”, he held out his hand for her to take.
The drive took a long time, the place Vikram chose almost at the outskirts.
The couple walked hand in hand, taking a seat near the window, where the view was amazing.
“Looks great”, Keerthi commented , smiling at her husband next to her.
Though she’d been living in Delhi all her life, Keerthi had never been to the place. It was breath taking, calm and serene. The restaurant was big, running a few acres as she looked outside.
“I’m glad you like the view”, Vikram squeezed his wife’s knee.
“Let’s order something”, Vikram picked the menu.
They agreed on a starter, turning towards the main course.
“Pasta”, “Lasagna”
Vikram and Keerthi looked at each other.
“Pasta”, Vikram was firm.
“Lasagna is a a lot more better.”
“Let’s order both”, Vikram offered.
They quietly had their food, making mild conversation.
There was too much sexual tension. Both of them could feel it.
Keerthi had a good time, her stomach heavy, inspite of not having any dessert. She tardily followed Vikram in small steps, they had to leave.
It was nice spending time with her husband alone.
Vikram held Keerthi’s hand, taking her to the opposite side of parking.
Keerthi tugged Vikram’s hand when he led her through what looked like hotel suites.
“Where are we going?”
“I booked a room for us tonight. We can leave tomorrow evening.”
“Oh”Keerthi frowned. She hadn’t informed anyone at home.
She took her phone to do the same when Vikram held her hand,”I already informed Mom of our plans.”
“Okay”, Keerthi smiled shyly, walking hand in hand.
Vikram was aching to get his wife alone, quickening his pace. She looked like a snack.
Keerthi walked into a cozy looking hotel suite, the interiors rich. Her husband didn’t give her enough time to observe her surroundings when he shut the door and locked his wife in his arms, pressing his mouth to hers.
Keerthi was surprised at her husband’s sudden kiss, but she gave in kissing him back.
Vikram cupped Keerthi’s neck, angling her face more towards himself as he sucked onto her upper lip, running his tongue on the inside of her lower lip. Keerthi moaned when her husband bit the corner of her lip, parting her lips as he snuck his tongue into her mouth.
Warmth spread through the couple at the intimate contact, as their tongues brushed against each others. Vikram stroked the underside of his wife’s tongue, grazing his teeth against it, as he kissed her hard.
They looked at each other, desire and love evident in their eyes, as Vikram skimmed his hand over her dress, as he removes her jacket, not breaking eye contact.
Keerthi shyly looks down, it was not everyday she wore sleeveless dresses.
Vikram’s gaze darkened at his wife’s appearance, as he placed a kiss on her shoulder. He just couldn’t pull her sleeve down. He liked the dress too much on her to tear it.
Vikram picked his wife bridal style, smiling at her when she pulled her skirt down coyly.
Maybe they weren’t doing it tonight then, afterall.
But they could do other things, Vikram grinned.
Keerthi’s heart pounded in her chest when her husband placed her on the bed, hovering over her. She didn’t know what came over her when she bravely ran her hands all over his chest, her finger tracing his chest, where his button had opened.
He held his wife’s hands in one of his, kissing her hard, as his other hand skimmed across her waist. The material was too thick. He couldn’t feel his wife’s soft skin, he thought, as he moved lower, his hand on her bare thigh.
Keerthi moaned when she felt Vikram’s hand on her thigh, as she looked at him, her eyes hooded.
“Let’s get you out of these boots”, Vikram said, peeling her out of them.
Keerthi panicked, her legs were bare, mentally applauding herself for shaving her legs.
Vikram skimmed his hand on his wife’s bare legs, running it from her ankle to her knee, to her thigh, where her skirt had ridden up. He ran his hand over the inside of her mid thigh, pinching it gently as he kissed his wife’s neck.
Keerthi moaned loudly, she was going mad. She wanted something, anything. She let her husband kiss her, his hand resting on her hip.
Vikram wanted to tear the dress off his wife’s body, but resisted the urge. He didn’t want her to think he brought her to a hotel suite to fuck her.
He didn’t.
Well, that wasn’t the only reason.
He also wanted to spend some time together.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His hard-on was getting uncomfortable.
Keerthi let out a breath when her husband stopped, upset and relieved at the same time. Her husband was behaving too gentlemanly for her liking.
She stood up shyly, wanting to change, when her face fell.
She didn’t bring any clothes.
“I don’t have any clothes to change into”, she answered, when her husband gave her a questioning glance.
“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that”, Vikram scratches his stubble, his eyes falling on his wife’s legs.
Bare legs.
He quickly averted his gaze though, not wanting to make her feel uneasy.
“It’s alright, I guess. I can just sleep in them”, she gazed at her clothes.
She felt hot, sweat dripping the valley of her breasts inspite of the cool air conditioning, she wanted to change so bad, but realizing she had no option, she got back into bed.
Keerthi’s eyes widened when she saw her husband remove his shirt. “What are you doing?”, she squeaked , shutting her eyes tightly.
“I am not used to sleep in a shirt”, he shrugged getting into bed, with just his pants on.
“You can open your eyes now”, Vikram rolled his eyes.
Keerthi winked an eye open , sucking a breath when she took in her husband’s appearance.
Her husband was delicious, she thought, his broad shoulders and his chest making him look manly.
Though Vikram saw his wife checking him out, he let it be, deciding to not tease her about it.
Vikram turned towards his wife, who was already facing him, as he pulled her closer.
“Vik–Vkram”, Keerthi shrieked,”You’re not wearing your shirt”, she scolded, placing her hand on her husband’s warm shoulder.
“Why? You want to cuddle only with clothes on?”, Vikram teased.
Keerthi blushed, looking down at his chest, slapping it softly.