Update 9
A week went by.
Nitesh’s new routine went well. HeHe got ahead in his work, hit the gym every day and tried not to eat complete crap. The house was eerily quiet, though.
The highlight of each day was my call with Tanya. They had a few nights when they just talked normally and for a while he was worried, he’d upset her, and that she wouldn’t want to show herself on camera for him again.
But on the third night, Nitesh was feeling horny again and so was his wife.
"Hi, baby," Nitesh said, his eyes glued to the computer screen. Tanya's image popped up, her face framed by the soft glow of the her room's lamp. "How are you?"
"I am fine, Nitesh," she replied with a tired smile. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, the distance between them seeming to shrink for a brief moment. "I've miss you so much."
Nitesh nodded; his voice thick with longing. "I've missed you too, Tanya”.
Tanya sighed, letting the bathrobe slip open slightly, revealing the curve of her breast. "Well, it was a busy day today but I've had a bit of downtime, but nothing quite as relaxing as being with you."
Nitesh's heart rate spiked at the sight. "You know what would help you unwind?" He raised an eyebrow playfully.
Tanya bit her lower lip, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "What's that?" she teased, her voice dropping to a whisper. She knew what Nitesh wanted. She was in a bathrobe anticipating what was going to come.
Nitesh leaned closer to the screen, his hand idly adjusting his own comfort. "A little... private show," he suggested, his voice low and seductive.
Tanya's smile grew mischievous as she glanced around the room, ensuring no one could see her and the door was locked. She reached for the tie of her bathrobe, the anticipation building. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
Nitesh's grin widened. "Oh, I've been handling it for ten days now. Just not quite in the way I'd like," he said, his hand moving more deliberately.
Tanya giggled, a sound that sent a shiver down Nitesh's spine, and slowly began to untie the knot of her bathrobe. The fabric fell away from her shoulders, revealing her bare skin, flushed from the warmth of the shower. She let the robe slip down her arms and pool around her waist, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she did so. Nitesh's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his wife's naked torso, the way the light played over her curves and valleys, creating shadows that only served to highlight her beauty.
Her hands moved down to the waistband, her eyes never leaving Nitesh's. With a tantalizing slowness, she pushed the robe down over her hips, her legs coming into view. Her skin was smooth and glowing, a testament to the luxurious hotel skincare she'd been indulging in. Nitesh's eyes travelled down her body, taking in every inch of her that he hadn't seen in far too long. The fabric hit the floor, and she stepped out of it, standing before him in all her glory.
His own hand had moved to his lap, and without conscious thought, he began to stroke himself, the sight of Tanya's nakedness driving his arousal to new heights. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath, her nipples peaked and hard, the same way they got when he kissed her neck and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
Tanya noticed his movements and a wicked glint entered her eyes. She mirrored his actions, her hand sliding down her belly to the juncture of her thighs. With a flick of her wrist, she parted her folds, revealing the wetness that had been building since the moment she saw his face on the screen. She began to circle her clit with her middle finger, the sound of her moist flesh against her finger sending waves of desire through the digital ether to Nitesh.
Nitesh groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to stroke himself more firmly. The sight of her touching herself was more arousing than he could ever have imagined. He felt a connection to her that transcended the distance, as if he could feel her touch on his own skin. His other hand reached out, as if to caress her, but of course, all he felt was the cold glass of the computer.
Tanya's movements grew more deliberate, her eyes darkening with desire as she watched Nitesh's hand move up and down his length. She spread her legs wider, giving him a better view of her slick folds, her thumb playing with her clit while two fingers dipped inside her. She gasped, the sensation of her own touch only heightening the ache she felt for her husband's touch.
Nitesh's strokes matched the rhythm of her hand, his breaths growing more ragged as he watched her. He could see the flush spreading across her cheeks, her mouth slightly open as she moaned softly. The sound of her pleasure was like a symphony, each gasp and whimper music to his ears. He wished he could taste her, feel her heat around him, but for now, he was content with the visual feast she offered.
"Baby, tell me what you want," Tanya panted, her eyes glazed with lust.
Nitesh's voice was strained, his hand moving faster now. "I want to see you come," he said, his eyes never leaving the mesmerizing sight of her fingers working her clit. "I want to hear you scream."
Tanya's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure building within her like a storm. "Fuck," she moaned, her voice hoarse with need. "I'm going to come for you."
"Tell me, baby," Nitesh urged, his own voice tight with anticipation. "Tell me how much you want it."
Tanya's eyes snapped back to his, the hunger in them unmistakable. "I want you so bad," she breathed. "I want to feel your cock inside me, filling me up, making me scream."
Nitesh's grip tightened around his shaft as he watched her fingers move in and out of her wetness, her thumb circling her clit with a fierce determination. "Tell me what you'd do to me if I was there," he rasped, his own climax approaching.
Tanya's voice was a sultry whisper. "I'd take your cock in my mouth, baby. I'd suck you until you couldn't take it anymore," she said, her eyes hooded with passion. "I'd feel you swell against my tongue, taste you."
Nitesh groaned, his strokes becoming more frantic. "Oh, fuck, Tanya. Yes," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take it deep, baby. Just like that."
Tanya's eyes never left his, the connection between them as tangible as if they were in the same room. "I want to feel you come, Nitesh," she whispered, her own hand moving faster as she watched the tension build in his face. "I want you to fill me up."
Nitesh's breath hitched, his strokes becoming erratic as he felt the orgasm approaching. "Fuck, Tanya," he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut for a moment. "I'm going to come. I can't hold it."
Tanya's eyes widened, her own pleasure cresting at the sound of his desperation. "Do it," she urged, her voice a breathless pant. "Come for me, baby."
Nitesh's hand moved furiously over his cock, the head glistening with precum. "I'm going to fill you so full," he groaned, his voice a guttural promise.
Tanya's hips began to buck, her movements growing more frantic. "Oh, yes," she gasped, her voice a symphony of need. "I want it all."
"You're so fucking beautiful, baby," Nitesh murmured, his eyes locked on hers as he felt the pressure build in his balls. "You're going to make me come so hard."
"Yes, Nitesh," Tanya panted, her hand moving in tight, swift circles around her clit. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel your hot cum splatter across my face."
Nitesh's eyes widened at the vivid image her words painted, and his strokes grew more erratic. "Tanya, you're so fucking hot," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I'd fill your mouth so you couldn't breathe, and you'd swallow every drop."
Tanya's hand was a blur between her legs, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. "I'd swallow it all, baby," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "And then I'd beg for more."
Nitesh's hand was a blur on his cock now, his strokes rapid and erratic. "Oh, fuck, you're going to make me cum," he groaned, his eyes glued to her.
"Do it," Tanya breathed, her voice a siren's call. "Cum for me."
Nitesh could no longer hold back the tide of pleasure that crashed through him. He threw his head back and roared her name as he came, the warmth of his release spilling over his hand. His eyes snapped open to see her, her hand moving rapidly as she watched him, her own climax approaching.
"Yes, baby, that's it," she encouraged, her voice a mix of lust and love. "Come for me. Show me how much you've missed me."
Nitesh's hand was a blur on his shaft as he watched Tanya's beautiful face contort in pleasure. "Fuck, Tanya, I'm so close," he gritted out, his eyes locked on hers.
Tanya's own hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers dancing over her swollen clit. "Come for me," she urged, her voice a needy whine. "Show me how much you want me."
Nitesh's eyes never left hers, the intensity of the moment electrifying the air between them. "You're so wet, baby," he murmured, his voice strained. "I want to bury my face between your legs and lick you until you scream."
Tanya's hips bucked harder; her eyes fluttering shut as she chased her release. "Fuck, Nitesh," she moaned, her voice breathy. "I want that so badly."
Nitesh's hand didn't falter, his eyes never leaving hers. "And when I finally get to taste you again," he panted, "I'll lick you clean, baby."
Tanya's body tightened, the tension coiling in her belly as she listened to his words. "I'll ride you until you can't take it anymore," she whispered back, her voice a seductive promise. "You'll feel me coming all over you."
Nitesh's strokes grew more urgent, his breaths shallower. "Fuck, baby," he grunted. "I need you so much."
Tanya's eyes were glued to his face, her own body trembling as the waves of pleasure began to wash over her. "Come for me, Nitesh," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "I'm so close."
Nitesh felt his own climax approaching, the tightness in his balls growing unbearable. "Fuck, Tanya," he moaned, his hand moving faster and faster. "I'm going to come with you."
Tanya's eyes never left his, the connection between them stronger than ever. "Come with me," she whispered, her voice a sweet caress.
Nitesh's body tightened as he felt his orgasm approaching. "Oh, fuck, baby," he groaned, his hand a blur as he watched her.
Tanya's breaths grew more ragged, her eyes never leaving his as the pleasure mounted within her. "Cum for me," she urged, her own hand moving faster, her other hand playing with her nipples.
Nitesh felt the familiar tightness in his balls, the pressure building as he watched his wife's hand glide over her clit. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," he groaned, the tension in his body coiling tighter.
Tanya's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto his. "Me too," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. "Together, baby."
Nitesh could feel it, the tension in his body reaching its peak as he watched her. He stroked himself faster, the sight of her writhing in pleasure pushing him over the edge. With a roar, he came, his hot cum spurting out and painting his stomach and chest. Tanya's eyes went wide as she watched him, the sight of his release setting her off. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking against her hand as she reached her own climax.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her with a force that stole her breath. She cried out, her voice a keening wail of pleasure as she came, her hand working her clit in a frenzy. Nitesh's eyes were glued to her, his own release still pulsing through him as he watched her ride the waves of pleasure.
When the intensity of her climax finally subsided, Tanya's hand slowed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She collapsed back onto the chair, her legs wobbly and her skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat. Nitesh's hand had stopped moving too, his cock still erect but no longer spurting its hot seed.
“That was awesome, Nitesh.” She said panting “This is the best we could do right now given our current situation”
They both said their good byes and disconnected the call.
A few days later, she sent him some photos she’d taken of life around the island. For the first time, Nitesh got a feel for the vast size of the place, and the isolation. One picture showed the view they woke up to every morning: nothing but flat, featureless sea in every direction.
As if to compensate, the crew were clearly a tight-knit bunch. Nitesh noticed the way the guys all stood close together, without any of the artificial distance lawyers or doctors would have put between themselves. These were guys who relied on each other every day—working in isolation wasn’t easy work and, just like in the army, you need to know someone’s got your back as you are away from home for a long time. All of the guys were in good shape—Nitesh could see the difference between the “t-shirt muscles” he saw at the gym and the bodies these guys had, with thick biceps and broad backs built from hauling equipment around all day. They were in better shape than plumber—the one he’d caught Tanya eying up.
Nitesh thought ‘
Three weeks. She’s there for three weeks!’
There was one photo in particular—sort of a classic pose. Nitesh could imagine one of the guys suggesting it, maybe goading Tanya into doing it.
Six guys stood in a line, complete with hard hats, and Tanya was in front of them with everyone beaming at the camera.
Then there was one where she was surrounded by the men holding her hands.
Then there was two of the shore were the men lined up in just jogging shorts with rippling muscles. Each of them looked like they were in a Mr. India contest. In one of them she was posing with five of them on the shore wearing a sexy jogging outfit. Looking at those well-built guys made me squirm uncomfortably with the same old bad feeling that I kept having since the day she left.
Even with the bad feeling he was having; Nitesh was undeniably couldn’t help but notice that he was a little aroused by the current predicament his wife was in. he couldn’t reason with himself as to why he was having such feelings, maybe its just the teasing roleplaying sex that they were having since a year taking its toll or could it be something more corrupt, more primal.
Nitesh thought
‘Maybe I was paranoid….. Maybe………….’
