Wedding plans didn't go into full swing immediately. Carolyn and Kumar planned the event for late June, to make sure that the girls had finished their freshman year of college and could be on hand to participate in all the activities—the dinner for the family members the day before the ceremony, the rehearsal of the wedding itself, and all manner of other things. April flung herself fully into the happy tumult; and, after initial reservations, Melody did so as well.
Kumar's parents, flying in from Illinois, didn't have any suspicions about the roles that the two young women played in the household, figuring that April's presence—as Kumar's future stepdaughter—was only natural, and that of her best friend just as understandable. If they had any reservations about their son's bride being seven years older than himself, they kept them to themselves. And, to the relief of both bride and groom, the Mehrotras got along splendidly with Carolyn's parents, who came up from their home outside of Olympia.
The ceremony itself was charmingly conventional, and the girls in particular insisted that the newlyweds go on a formal honeymoon, even if it meant being separated from the man of the house for more than a week. Carolyn determined that they would go to Hawaii, which she had visited several times but which Kumar had never seen. They headed out almost immediately after the wedding was over, stopping at the house only to change into normal clothes.
Kumar seemed unusually excited, seemingly unable to keep his eyes off the woman he could now call his wife. Carolyn, for her part, put on a great show of taking things in stride, this being her second marriage; but secretly she was thrilled that she once more had a husband. In spite of their unconventional household, that still meant something to her.
Hawaii was wonderful, and the couple frankly indulged in all manner of corny tourist activities in a spirit of campy fun—going up to the top of Mauna Kea on the big island, lounging on the beach at Waikiki, doing some snorkeling off the shore of Oahu, and so on and so forth.
And, of course, they renewed their intimacy over and over again—and in a manner that seemed definitely different now that each of them was wearing a ring on his or her finger. The idea of lapsing into the stolidity of boring married life was anathema to them, and they made sure to bring passion and intensity to each of their lovemaking sessions.
One morning, after an evening of multiple climaxes for both of them, Carolyn crawled out of bed, put on a robe over her naked body, and drifted over to the tiny balcony of the hotel room they were in. It was, as always, a bright and sunny day, and the scent of exotic vegetation filtered even up to their second-story room. Carolyn was so wrapped up in the satisfaction of being happily married that she didn't immediately notice Kumar sidling up behind her, also dressed only in a robe.
"Oh!" she cried as he encircled her waist in his arms. "I didn't hear you get up."
"I can be stealthy as a cat," he purred, kissing and even licking her neck.
She gloried in his attentions—until his hands slowly slid up and seized her breasts over the thin fabric of the robe.
"Um, Kumar," she noted evenly, "we
are
in public, you know." There was in fact quite a hubbub down below. The balcony looked down upon the front of the hotel, where there was always a bustle of activity as people were arriving, leaving, or making plans with private vehicles for trips to various choice spots.
"Nobody cares," Kumar whispered as he continued to mold Carolyn's breasts in his hands while nuzzling the back of her neck.
She was willing to tolerate this degree of public groping—but when Kumar, while holding onto both breasts with one hand, took the other hand away and pulled up her robe from behind, Carolyn said:
"Kumar, what do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like?" he said blandly.
What does it feel like?
would have been a more pertinent query, for before she knew it Kumar had parted his own robe and inserted his member into her anus.
She gasped at the sensation, but also at the prospect of being a public spectacle.
"Kumar, for God's sake! People are watching!" In her confusion she wasn't absolutely certain this was the case, but a few heads were looking up at the cuddling couple.
"They can't see what we're doing."
"I think they have a pretty good idea!"
But Kumar was relentless. He had now returned both hands to her breasts, and in fact was making some effort to sneak his hands between the lapels of her robe in order to grab her naked bosom. Carolyn had to draw the line at that, pulling the front of her robe tightly around herself and actually slapping his hand away, crying, "Kumar, no!"
But that didn't stop him from pounding her posterior. He had already done that several times last night, so she was "open" and not experiencing any great pain. But the mortification of having sex in public—people were now definitely noticing what they were doing, some of them standing stock-still and gawking up at them—stunned her into a kind of immobility.
God, I just hope he finishes soon!
As a matter of fact, he did. The excitement of the whole scenario had stimulated him, and he shot his load into her after only five or six minutes. As he grunted in her ear, she did her best to look as if nothing unusual had happened.
But, as he pulled out of her, she couldn't help noticing a young woman in the balcony next to theirs, only about ten feet away, gazing fixedly at them. Carolyn observed absently that she was quite pretty—and she was also apparently wearing only a robe. That robe had parted a bit, as one hand had reached through the folds to rest between her legs.
Carolyn pushed Kumar back into the room and stumbled back in herself. Giving him her best schoolmarm look, she said severely, "That was
