Keerthi woke up to find herself nestled in her husband’s embrace, one broad arm around her shoulders, and the other under his head. Their bare legs were tangled under the sheets, making Keerthi’s cheeks flame. Her skirt had ridden up, making her almost naked below waist, save her panties and the sheets covering her.
Her hand disappeared under the covers, to pull her skirt down only to realize it had turned upwards , with Vikram’s hand resting on it.
Keerthi’s heart hammered at their position. She strangely felt fine though, just shy.
Throwing her inhibitions away, she traced her husband’s chest with her palm, his chest hair tickling her palm, feeling the smooth dip above his chest, just below his collarbone, going up tracing his neck and sharp jaw.
“What are you doing?”, Vikram blinked, his voice laced with sleep.
“I didn’t do anything”, Keerthi said innocently.
“Uh huh. Sure”, Vikram said, squeezing his wife’s hip, freezing when his hand came in contact with bare skin.
Vikram looked at his wife, surprised, to find her staring at her chest, her cheeks pink. She looked amazing. Vikram had a beautiful wife, he thought.
Keerthi blushed , too awkward.
He turned to his side, facing his wife, looking for signs of discomfort. Logical thing to do would be pulling her skirt down. Vikram did the opposite though.
Keerthi closed her eyes shut when she felt her husband’s hand holding her bare hip over her panty firmly, his hand moving lower on her side. She moaned when Vikram pinched her butt cheek peeking out of her panty, as she clutched onto his shoulder burying her face in his chest, breathing heavily.
Vikram willed his wife to look up, to kiss her. His hands were busy, one under her neck and the other on her ass. He squeezed it hard, expecting a reaction, grinning when he got one.
Keerthi jumped when she felt her butt cheek squeezed, looking up at Vikram.
She smiled coyly, as Vikram pressed his mouth to hers, shifting closer to him when he ran his hand from her ass to the back of her thigh, lifting it, as he sandwiched her leg in between his legs.
Vikram’s hand squeezed his wife’s panty clad rear another time, as his hand moved upwards.
He was waiting to grope her bare ass though.
Keerthi gasped when she felt Vikram’s hand go inside her dress, to her front.
She was glad they were still under the sheets.
Vikram’s hand ran over his wife’s stomach, fondling with her navel a bit before ascending up.
Keerthi shot up when Vikram cupped her breast , over her bra, breaking their kiss.
They were breathing heavily as the couple stared at each other, Vikram’s hand still on his wife’s breast.
Keerthi tucked a strand behind her ear, feeling too shy.
Vikram waited for his wife to push his hand away. He ran his thumb over her strained nipple when she didn’t, making her gasp. His hand went behind her chest, as he felt around for the hook of her bra.
Keerthi stiffened when she felt her bra hook loosen, her husband’s eyes holding hers’ captive.
Vikram heard his wife’s sharp breath when he pulled the material covering her breasts lower, freeing them. He changed positions, turning her a bit so she lied in her back.
Vikram pressed his lips to his wife’s as he gently cupped her breast in his hand, devoid of the bra. Vikram moaned when his wife ran her hands all over his back, settling around her neck as she pulled him closer.
Keerthi felt pleasure coursing through her veins when she felt Vikram run his thumb over her bare nipple, pinching it between lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
“Ah… Vik.. Vikram”, she moaned, crying out his name, when he squeezed her breast.
Vikram wondered what his wife’s reaction would be if he pulled her dress over her head. He barely saw her, they were under covers. He had only felt her.
It was broad daylight. He didn’t know if his wife was comfortable with the idea.
Vikram changed course, kissing the corner of his wife’s mouth upto her jaw, going downwards. He flicked his tongue below her collar bone, sucking on it softly, as his hand cupped her right breast, giving it his attention.
Keerthi moaned, her chest heaving up as her back arched. She stiffened when Vikram’s mouth continued downwards, kissing her breast over her dress which had ridden up, the hem resting just below her breast on the right side while her left side was covered.
Vikram placed light kisses on his wife’s breast, it’s twin in his palm.
Vikram moved lower, placing a kiss on her nipple poking through her dress, taking it softly into his mouth. He couldn’t make out much though, the material of her dress to thick. It was only when he opened his mouth wider that he could feel her flesh under the dress.
Keerthi moaned loudly, clutching onto the sheets next to her tightly, as she felt Vikram suck onto her breast, at her nipple area.
Vikram’s hand moved to the hem of her dress, about to pull it up when they heard a knock.
He cursed at the missed opportunity of seeing his wife in ber bare beauty, gently untangling himself from his wife, finding her awkwardly adjusting her dress.
“Go freshen up. I will check who it is.”
“Okay”, Keerthi shuffles to the washroom.
Vikram puts his shirt on, as he opens the door.
“Room service Sir”, the guy announced politely,”What would you like for breakfast?
Vikram murmured a random breakfast dish, shutting the door closed.
He sighed, shutting his eyes, as he leaned against the door.
What a fantastic morning. He had to take a cold shower though.
He searches for his mobile when he opens his eyes, checking if he has any important mails.
Keerthi took in a deep breath , her heart still pounding even after the shower, the steamy encounter with her husband replaying in her head.
She thanked whoever that knocked the door.
What was she thinking?
She was so lost in the moment. She didn’t know if she had the guts to be naked in front of him in broad daylight.
A tiny part of her was upset though. Her husband had the entire night yesterday.
The rate at which they were progressing made Keerthi nervous.
She knew it was natural, but needed some time to process it.
Keerthi grimaced when she glanced at her dirty underwear, making a face as she wore it again. Wearing a dirty panty was better than no panty.