Girls Just Want To Have Fun Ch 07

Ch. 7: Epilogue

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The sun had turned golden yellow through the afternoon and the shadows had lengthened as Erika came to the end of her story. Halfway through her monologue, I had got up and moved my chair to stay in the sunlight. I had glanced over the lawn and noticed a man sitting alone not far behind us. I recognized him as a politician who was making quite a name for himself as a future national leader. He was also reputed to be one of Delhi's more attractive womanizers.

Erika continued speaking. She had kept crossing and uncrossing her legs through the afternoon, and I wondered if the man behind had been able to catch the flash of her panties, as I had been able to repeatedly do.

"The next morning Poonam flew back to Cairo as planned. I remained behind and completed the cruise, and collected a lot of useful information for my documentary by getting to know some of the other women and couples. Would you like to hear of what happened on the next two days?"

"No." I said, with a rather thick voice.

"I thought not. You're looking very turned on. So am I, by the way. I get very turned on every time I remember the cruise. I have a feeling I'm going to have to fuck someone senseless very soon."

I was about to respond when I heard a voice behind me. I turned round and saw that it was the politician.

"Excuse me, but are you by any chance Erika Meyer, the film maker?" He had a beautifully modulated, deep voice and spoke very courteously with a natural charm.

"Yes" said Erika, rewarding him with a dazzling smile.

"What a coincidence." he said. "I was in Berlin for the launch of your documentary on - what was it called - Female Romance Tourism. A fascinating piece of work. Congratulations."

"Thank you." said Erika, once again flashing a blinding smile.

"May I join you?" he asked.

I rose to my feet.

"I was just about to leave, as a matter of fact." I said.

"Yes." said Erika looking straight at me. " Your wife must be getting quite impatient by now. You mustn't keep her waiting any longer."

I looked at the politician.

"Why don't you take my chair?" I said with a smile that included them both, and then turned to leave.

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"Would you like to join us on our all girls cruise, Ashok? Are you sure your ego can take it?" asked Riya again teasingly.

"Hmmm." I said. "Maybe I will. A Mediterranean cruise with an a lot of lovely women sounds very - how should I put it - romantic. Yes, that's right. Romantic is the word."

Poonam didn't say anything, but her hand reached out and held mine. Riya laughed, a rich deep sound in her throat.

"Better drive faster, Ashok" she said. "Poonam and you seem to have a lot to, err, talk about."

Poonam seemed in a pensive mood when we reached home. We lost no time in getting naked, and our first rule of married sex, to have me enter her, was quickly complied with. As was the second rule.

After a couple of minutes of cuddling and slow, gentle movement, she asked,

"So what should we talk about tonight?"

"Did you have Speedos in mind?" I asked her with a chuckle.

"No." she said, surprising me a little. "It's been a long evening, and I'm feeling nice and relaxed. No kinky stuff."

"So tell me then." I said.

"Let's talk about movies." she replied with a chuckle of her own.

"You go first." I said.

"Do you know which my favourite movie is?"

"Yes." I answered. "It's everybody's favourite. Casablanca, with Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman."

"Right you are" she said, biting my nipple gently. "And my favourite scene?"

I thought for a moment.

"Let me take a chance" I said. "Is it when Victor Laszlo asks Ilsa if she had been lonely in Paris while he was in the concentration camp?"

"However did you guess." she murmured, biting my other nipple. "Do you remember what she replied?"

"She said, Yes Victor, I was." I said into Poonam's ear, pulling her body close.

"And Victor replied." I continued. "I know how it is to be lonely. Is there anything you want to tell me? That's what Victor says. Do you remember what Ilsa replies Poonam?"

My wife raised herself to look at me and smile. Then she kissed me softly, her breasts on my chest.

"She answers, No, there isn't."

"You know how that conversation ends," continued Poonam. "After that she says, Whatever I do, will you believe that I...?"

"Yes." I said. "And Victor replies, You don't even have to say it. I'll believe."

My wife rolled onto her back and pulled me in on top of her.

"Make love to me like Victor would have loved Ilsa, Ashok."

And I did.