Special thanks to octofly for editing the story.
It was very late in the night when Kayal felt someone tapping her legs. As she opened her eyes, she saw it was the same short, wirily built old guy she had met earlier, with shiny eyes and white teeth framing his dark body. As he signaled quiet with his finger across his lips, he showed the open back door, beckoning her through as he walked towards it.
Kayal was deeply intrigued, with a sudden sexual arousal. This fellow was the head of the tribal gang that had performed a tribal group dance for Kayal and her group staying in the hill resort. Kayal looked at her husband Anand, who was in deep sleep, snoring loudly on the other side of the bedroom. She signaled to wait one second as she went to the washroom, then followed the man out the back door.
He took her arm and marched her through some trees and thick covering to a small hut. He opened the door of the hut, beckoning her inside. It had a kerosene lantern, a sweat-stained mattress nicely spread, and a jug of water. The middle-aged guy was bare chested, wearing only his trousers. Kayal walked inside the hut, and he closed and latched the door.
The demure Brahmin housewife was astonished by her own irrational, risky, raunchy behavior. Just a few hours ago she had landed at the nature resort with her husband Anand, finally taking a break from his non-stop office grind. Of course, she didn't mind it, as she had Selvam the milkman filling her during the absence. She was slightly disappointed having to spend three days without sex due to her husband's condition.
Kayal however did not know she would get more than she wished for!
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After a day of sightseeing the group assembled with all their families at the resort garden. There were many North Indian and foreign guests among them. Some of them eyed her because she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans for the first time, and there was no way her heavy breasts could be hidden.
A bonfire was lit in the grass laden garden for dinner. The surprise of the evening was folk dancing by a village team of tribal men and women. The men were pretty, dark, and short in stature with a strong, wiry build.
The tribal concocted moonshine was stronger than regular branded ones, and after some drinks, a lot of the guests started dancing along with the tribals. Some of them were openly gyrating their groins on their partners. Anand was a teetotaler and never liked such vulgar behavior, so he sat watching them with disdain until a couple of tribal ladies pulled both Kayal and Anand out to dance.
Kayal was initially reluctant, fearing her husband might say something bad, but Anand was non-confrontational so he tried making tiny steps just so that they wouldn't make a fuss about it. He slowly tried to leave but got pulled back again. After some time, Anand showed the tiny finger for a restroom break and left. Kayal didn't know what to do, but seeing him disappear, thought it's better to dance.
An older man joined in and started dancing nearby, looking toward Kayal. He was a dark, middle-aged guy, dressed and behaving like a tribal chief, and looked totally besot with her looks and sexy body. With all their group members in their own world, the guy, even in this non-contact dance, had his hands all over her hot spots, creating sexual energy unnoticed by all.
Kayal was shocked by the aggressive and bold act of this man and her own surprisingly passive non-resistance to his bold acts. He even pressed his hardness against her as he stood close behind her during one dance sequence.
Finally, the tribal team finished their dance and was leaving and thanking everyone. The old guy who danced with her walked boldly up to a thoroughly sexually aroused Kayal.
"Madam, I know you are staying in C22. I will meet you in the night. Leave the back door unlocked." he told her, with a flashing smile to her utter shock.
Kayal was thunderstruck and stunned by the course of events. She did not utter a word, keeping all to herself as she had food along with the ladies and then she returned to her room in the resort. "Well, interesting." she thought when she saw their cabin number was C22.
It was a two-room cabin with a small seating area on both ends with a front door towards a garden and the back door facing the wall. Her husband had slept immediately, tired after the trip. Kayal had a look around the back door. There was thick grass and trees in front of the wall as she just closed the door and left it unlocked.
Kayal went to the washroom and changed into her night dress. She just wore an inner petticoat, but no bra or panties.
Kayal was in a heightened sexual tension wondering whether that guy would really come in the night and what would really happen if he did. Kayal was excited and fearful, but truly she was more sexually intrigued and absolutely was like a bitch in heat. She clearly did not mind getting fucked in this remote location by a total stranger after so much happening in the last few hours.
With all these thoughts in her mind she closed her eyes lying beside her husband and drifted to sleep.
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Her trail of thoughts was interrupted by the tribal guy who signaled Kayal to sit on the mattress, then coolly removed his trousers and walked naked towards her with shiny white teeth. He was really dark as he sat on his haunches close to her.
"Madam please be comfortable removing your dress."
Kayal knew this was so unreal and utterly daring and wrong, but she was excited by the prospect of this unknown dalliance and unholy sex with this old guy. In a fever pitch, she obeyed without a word. She just stood up and removed her nightdress and petticoat, and then she was naked.
The guy came and hugged her, his hands on her big butt, his head almost at her navel.
