"Meenakshi you are hotter than half the women here, why the hell will I ever cheat on you?" Jatin messaged when I became suspicious of his whereabouts.
We were married for 5 years and but hardly saw each other. Jatin had to moved to the Gulf soon after the wedding in search for better opportunities. We would only get to see each other once a year for a few weeks.
Months of pent up frustration would come out in those few weeks. We would go to a hotel and book a nice room, put 'do not disturb' sign on the door and stay naked all the time. Fucking and eating and then fucking again until we were numb and tired out of our minds. I looked forward to these few weeks all year.
I loved Jatin and never felt like cheating on him. I am sure he felt the same way. However, our lifestyle could not be sustained for too long. We tried phone sex and cam sex but it was just not enough.
I had a dildo and he had a flash light. We used our imaginations to the best of our abilities but it could just not replace the real thing.
Jatin was supposed to arrive soon and we had booked a nice sea facing hotel in Goa. We packed a large box of condoms and very few cloths. We arrived early and had to wait till the hotel cleaned and prepared our room. The official check in time was a few hours later. We decided to chill at the pool and start our vacation with a few beers.
I had to pee badly and did not feel like using the general hotel loo. "Can I use the washroom in our room, the staff can continue cleaning," I requested the receptionist.
I was wearing a jumpsuit and while it looks really nice and is very comfortable, it is not made for easy access while using washrooms. To pee you need to completely get it off and sit naked on the pot.
The receptionist agreed and a staff member guided me to our room. There were two men present in the room and they stopped their cleaning on seeing me. "Please continue the cleaning, I just need to pee," I told them and rushed to the washroom. They tried to tell me something but I had to pee badly and did not hear anything they were saying. I locked the door and quickly unzipped my jumpsuit and let it go.
I have a slim figure with a tight bubble butt and perfectly sized breasts. I always loved my body and I have seen the effect it has on people around me. Jatin could not keep his hands off my butt and my toned thighs.
Once I was done I stood naked in front of the mirror and admired my body. I had lost 5 kilos since last time and could not wait to show Jatin the results.
I had gone to the parlor and gotten a Brazilian wax. There was not a single hair on my body. I specially liked to see my pussy. Clean and shapely. I admired everything and felt a little sad that all this work and beauty only for one man. I wanted to be admired by many. I looked forward to trying out the new bikini on the beach!
Just then I heard something rustle behind the shower curtains. There was someone else in the bathroom. I froze in fear and rushed to cover my body. I did not have time to wear the jumpsuit so I used it as a blanket to cover myself. I did not realize that thanks to the many mirrors in the bathroom my butt was clearly visible to the man and there was no way to cover everything.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted at him. He was a young man, part of the cleaning staff.
"I was cleaning the bathtub madam. I am so sorry. I have not seen anything please don't complain or I will lose my job."
"Turn around I need to wear my cloths," I quickly stepped into the jumpsuit and zipped it up. "Why didn't you say anything when I entered?"
"You came in so suddenly I did not have time to react and then you started peeing so I thought I should not disturb you."
I was furious and embarrassed at the same time but the man was shivering with fear.
I calmed down and eventually felt bad for him. "Fine I won't complain but no one should find out about this."
I turned around to look at him one last time. He had a bonner which he tried to hide.
"Please clean everything properly."
"Yes ma'am. I will do a very good job. Thank you."
I opened the door and rushed out of the room. I was embarrassed to the core but at the same time I felt a wetness grow between my legs. The incident had made me feel very hot and horny.
When I was in college I had developed a risky and embarrassing exhibitionist streak. I used it strategically to get my crush to ask me out.
You see he was dating at the moment and I knew from the girls washroom gossip that he is a horny guy and actually quite frustrated with his current girlfriend.
She did not want to go to get physical with him. He was a handsome muscular guy and captain of the college cricket team. What a shame for such a guy to be left frustrated.
One day we were paired in a chemistry lab practical together and I used this opportunity to show him just what he is missing.
I shopped for a nice red bra for my 32C boobs and wore a low neck dress without a dupatta. Earlier in the day, I had adjusted it at different levels and checked my cleavage in the mirror to see how much I can safely show.
I bent over the lab desk and gave him a good view of my besties. He shamelessly ogled while I continued with the practical's. I still can't believe he though this is all happening by accident.
I shopped for many different kinds of bras and liked showing them to him. I made quite a collection while at it. One day I decided to wear a nude color bra. I still remember his expression. He was shocked out of his mind. He thought I haven't worn a bra that day.
"It is called nude or skin color. Don't worry, I am still wearing a bra." He got embarrassed and we started talking. We became good friends and he told me about his girlfriend and how she resisted his every move to get physical.
I gave him a supporting shoulder.
Eventually things moved ahead and from supporting shoulder and I ended up giving him my supporting breasts. He loved fondling them in his car and playing with them at every opportunity. Sometimes, even in the classroom while a lecture was going on.
This continued for a few months. My support kept increasing and progressed to giving him blowjobs while he drove me around the college.
His girlfriend eventually found out about us and decided to end her fast. Apparently she offered the same support as me only much better because, you see, she was much hotter than I.
I walked back to my husband who was still chilling by the pool with his third beer and already a little drunk. I told him about the little incident in the room and he smiled.
This was not a reaction I was expecting. He asked me to describe it in detail and listened excitedly as I repeated the entire incident. He asked me only one thing at the end, "did you enjoy it?"
"No," I said but my blushing face gave it away. He smiled even more and gave me a full blown kiss while squeezing my thighs.