The hardest part about planning the wedding was deciding which honeymoon package to buy. Kirpal and Neena spent weeks weighing their options between different locations. Finally they decided on a beach resort called The Coco Palm. Kirpal liked the pictures of the open blue sea and white sand. Neena was drawn by the resort’s tagline: Try Everything Once. This would be her only honeymoon and she was determined to make the best of it. She wanted to try snorkelling and deep-sea diving and all of the other offerings of this resort at least once.
When they arrived at the hotel, they made sure there was a king-sized bed as promised. The hotel receptionist gave them a list of places where they could dine and told them where the pool was, but Kirpal smiled at his wife, Neena, and said, ‘I think we’ll be spending most of our time indoors.’ Neena’s cheeks burned and, down below, a fire was raging. She couldn’t wait to be alone with him. For months since booking this honeymoon, she had sneaked glances at the brochure’s featured king-sized bed strewn with rose petals. She had imagined them falling onto the bed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, moaning loudly. This wouldn’t be possible after the honeymoon. Once they returned to his parents’ home, only a thin wall would separate their bedroom from her in-laws’. They would have to muffle the sounds of their sensual pleasures.
Kirpal smiled at Neena. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing. Then, as he reached for their bags, his smile disappeared and a flash of pain crossed his face. ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked. ‘It’s my back,’ he said with a grimace. ‘I’ve been having these awful pains since before the wedding but there was no time to see a doctor with all of the preparations. I think the celebrations just made it worse.’ Neena tried to hide her disappointment. What this meant, of course, was that they would not be able to make love on their first holiday away together. When would they get the chance then?
A bellhop brought their bags up to the room and received a generous tip. ‘Enjoy your stay,’ he said. After he left, it was just Neena and Kirpal, alone and together at last but unable to express their love. Kirpal fiddled with the zipper on his suitcase and then sat down on the bed. He slowly leaned back until he was lying flat. Out came a long sigh of relief. ‘I’d just like to rest for a while,’ Kirpal said. He closed his eyes, his face still faintly contorted in a remaining spasm of pain. Neena realized how much pain he had been hiding. Perhaps something could be done to relieve him.
She lay down on the bed next to him. His body was warm and hard, his breathing soft. His eyes were closed as if he was asleep but when she brushed her lips against his cheek, he stirred. She sucked gently on his earlobe. Although she didn’t know if this was what she was meant to do, her husband was enjoying it so much that she couldn’t imagine it was wrong. Small groans escaped his lips now and as she lowered her lips to his neck and his chest, she could hear his breath getting deeper and faster. She stopped there, considering her options. She had been warned before getting married that what a couple did together on their first night alone set the tone for the rest of their lives. He had a backache – yes, it was a problem for now, but if they were expected to grow old together, there would be many ailments in the future that could keep one or both of them bedridden for life. What would they do then? As much as she loved her new husband and enjoyed this moment, he needed to know that he had a duty to her as well. She repositioned herself so her head was facing his feet. Confused by suddenly seeing her bottom, her husband began to protest. ‘Why did you stop?’ he asked. He barely uttered the last word when Neena lowered her lips onto his precious organ. It became rock hard to her touch. She began moving her lips down, feeling every inch of him tense beneath her. She took care not to put too much weight on him because his back was hurting – her weight rested on her knees, which were positioned on either side of his chest. She arched her back slightly, putting her precious parts in his full view. He just had to tip his head upwards slightly so his tongue could tickle the ripe, throbbing bud between her legs …
‘Whoa!’ Olive cried, looking up from the page. ‘I was not expecting that. I thought these were going to be granny romance stories. These are all-out naughty.’
‘Sheena’s hardly a granny,’ Nikki said. ‘I think she’s in her mid-thirties. Her husband died from cancer several years ago.’ It was a mystery to Nikki that Sheena preferred the company of elderly and conservative women over those her own age.
‘There’s more.’ Nikki scanned the pages and pointed to a middle paragraph.
‘Don’t bite me there,’ he warned her. She obeyed him, but as her lips began to tire of those in-and-out movements, she let her teeth graze his skin and felt the ecstasy shudder through both their bodies like an electric shock. A sound which signalled pain and pleasure rumbled from his lips.
‘She’s got a flair for writing,’ Olive remarked.
Nikki flipped to another page and scanned it. ‘Hey,’ she said. ‘There’s a twist. She starts screwing the bellhop.’
Neena got onto her hands and knees and he stood behind her, placing his fingers into her wet lips. Her hips began to rotate in anticipation of his big, hard member. Usually Ramesh was too busy lifting bags and running hotel errands to notice his guests too closely but he had seen her getting out of the airport shuttle earlier that morning. The wind had picked up her skirt and revealed a glimpse of her lacy red panties, which were now crumpled near the bed post. He couldn’t believe he was entering her now. She moaned, ‘Yes, yes, oh that feels so good.’ Ramesh looked up, aware that he was making love to another man’s wife.
‘Go Neena,’ Olive said. ‘Try everything once indeed.’
‘Her husband’s watching though. And enjoying it.’
Ramesh made eye contact with Kirpal, who sat in the chair in the corner of the room. Gripping his own manhood, he watched his wife moan with raw desire as Ramesh glided in and out of her.
‘Are the other stories this naughty?’ Olive asked.
‘Pretty much.’
‘Those dirty little minxes,’ Olive said. ‘Who’s reading these, besides you and the widows?’
‘Nobody else at the moment,’ Nikki said. ‘But that could change. I’m thinking that once we have enough stories, we could try to get them published.’
‘Hmm,’ Olive said. ‘I don’t know. These are very intimate. The widows might be all right with sharing them with you but it might be another thing to get them out in public.’
‘These women are a lot bolder than I thought,’ Nikki said. ‘I could actually see Arvinder speaking at a Fem Fighters rally. Or Preetam doing a dramatic reading.’
Olive tipped her head and smiled. It was that you’re-getting-ahead-of-yourself look that Nikki was familiar with, except she was more used to receiving it from Mindi. ‘We could work our way up to it,’ Nikki conceded.
Suddenly there was a cry in the kitchen. Nikki pushed open the door and saw Sam hopping about, squeezing his left-hand fingers with his right hand. ‘What happened?’