Unexpected Road Trip With Lakshmi And Her Cuckold Husband Part-3

I woke up to the scent of something warm—skin, shampoo, and woman. Lakshmi was nestled into my chest, one leg draped over me, her thick thigh resting precariously close to my morning erection. The sheet had slipped halfway off us, leaving her body mostly exposed. Her jeans from the previous day were discarded on the floor, a crumpled t-shirt beside them, evidence of the night's passion.

She looked peaceful, her lips slightly parted, her breath slow and steady, rising and falling with a rhythm that was oddly soothing. I wanted to let her sleep, but my cock had other ideas. It throbbed, aching for her touch, for her heat.

As I shifted slightly, my hardness brushed against her thigh. She moved instinctively, rubbing against it with a soft moan. Then, her hand slid down slowly, fingers curling around my shaft with a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine.

Still half-asleep, her voice was a whisper, “Already hard?”

“Because of you,” I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire.

She smiled, still not opening her eyes. “Mmm. Let me wake you up properly then.”

Lakshmi moved under the covers, her body sliding against mine as she kissed her way down my chest, my abs, until her mouth found me—hot, wet, her soft lips wrapping around my morning wood. It felt like heaven, her tongue playing around the head, teasing, then swallowing me deeper, inch by inch. I tangled my fingers in her hair and moaned, my hips bucking slightly to meet her movements.

She stopped suddenly, looked up at me, and whispered, “You want to cum in my mouth?”

I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

She smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Then don’t hold back.”

A minute later, I exploded into her mouth. She took every drop, swallowed it, and wiped the corner of her lips with her thumb like it was routine. “Good morning,” she said with a wink, her voice laced with satisfaction.

By the time I freshened up and got dressed, Bijesh was up too. He looked relaxed, sipping tea on the balcony, the morning sun casting a warm glow on his face. “Everything okay?” he asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

I nodded, still unsure how to behave. “Yeah, everything’s good.”

He gave a knowing smile. “You can keep her happy, bro. I’m happy too.”

His tone was open—free, even. It felt strange… but also strangely freeing. I realized then that he was enjoying this as much as we were, maybe even more. He was getting off on the power dynamic, on the knowledge that his wife was being pleasured by another man.

We got into the car by 10 AM and resumed our road trip toward Goa. The sun was up, and Lakshmi was glowing in a simple white t-shirt and tight blue jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her nipples were visible through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, hardening slightly from the cool air conditioning. My eyes couldn’t help but steal glances at her reflection in the rear-view mirror, at the way her jeans accentuated her thick thighs and round ass, at the hint of her cleavage when she leaned forward to adjust the radio.

Bijesh noticed my glances and chuckled. “Lakshmi likes attention. Don’t be shy. Compliment her.”

I played along, leaning in slightly so she could hear me over the hum of the engine. “You’re looking gorgeous today.”

She smiled, a coy tilt to her lips. “Only today?”

I shook my head, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror. “Every moment since I met you.”

Her cheeks flushed a little, but she didn’t break eye contact. The tension in the car was palpable, a mix of desire and anticipation that made the air feel electric.

Around noon, we stopped by a lesser-known waterfall. The area was mostly empty, just a few locals going about their day. Bijesh lit a cigarette and sat under a tree, content to watch from a distance, while Lakshmi and I walked toward the water.

She kicked off her sneakers, rolled up her jeans, and let her legs sink into the cold stream. The water was crystal clear, reflecting the blue sky above. “Come in,” she said, flicking water at me with a playful smile.

I joined her, the cold water a shock to my system but invigorating nonetheless. The moment our feet touched, her hand slid into mine, her fingers intertwining with my own. We were standing in knee-deep water, the falls behind us, trees all around. Hidden. Private.

She moved closer, her body pressing against mine. Her wet t-shirt clung to her curves, outlining every inch of her body. I could see her nipples hardening under the fabric, poking through the thin, wet cotton. My breath quickened, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.

“Touch me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the waterfall.

I didn’t need more invitation. I grabbed her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her. Our mouths locked, wet and desperate, our tongues dancing together in a frenzy of passion. My hands moved over her back, her ass, then under her t-shirt, feeling her soft, wet skin. She moaned into my mouth, her body pressing even closer, if that was possible.

“No one can see us,” she whispered against my lips, her hand sliding into my shorts, wrapping around my already hard cock.

I pushed her against a rock, the cold stone a stark contrast to her hot body. I lifted her leg, hooking it around my waist, and pressed against her soaked panties. “Take it off,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with need.

I pulled her panties aside and slid inside her right there—her back arched, nails digging into my shoulders as we fucked under the open sky. The rush of getting caught, the roar of the waterfall drowning out our moans, her wet body clinging to mine—it drove me wild. I pounded into her, my hips moving faster, harder, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.

She moaned louder than she should’ve, her voice echoing off the rocks, a symphony of pleasure that spurred me on. I had to cover her mouth with my hand as I pumped faster, her body shaking as she came undone around me. Her orgasm triggered mine, and I followed seconds later, grunting into her shoulder as I filled her with my seed.

We stayed in the water for a few minutes, breathless and stunned, our bodies still joined as we came down from our high. The waterfall pounded behind us, a fitting soundtrack to our passion. I held her close, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling as one.

When we walked back, Bijesh looked at us, a small smile playing on his lips. “Had fun?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement and something else—arousal, maybe.

Lakshmi didn’t answer. She just smiled—satisfied and glowing, her body language relaxed and content. We got into the car and drove on, but something had shifted. The dynamic between us had changed, becoming something more than just a trip. It was a fantasy we were all silently living, a secret world of pleasure and desire that we had created together.

And there were still four days to go.