Chapter 6: Manori Belle

Jayant loved Anuja’s breasts. He loved the way they bounced when she moved, their shape and weight and form, the way they filled his hands when he cupped them, jutting proudly over her firm, flat belly, her nipples hardening immediately and readily at his slightest touch. He loved fondling them, kissing them, licking and sucking them, fucking them with his big, erect penis.

Anuja was elated by his devotion. His unbridled adulation and incessant adoration of her body, bordering on worship, were exhilarating. She loved the way he fucked her, moving from wondering awe as he fondled her breasts, to the eager frenzy of the callow adolescent and culminating in the gently reflective second round of sex of a man much older. She loved his clean, handsome features and masculine body, the smooth, hairless torso that swept in an erotically savage, slashing V from his shoulders to his hips.

Best of all was his cock, the thick, long mass of cartilage that filled her cunt or mouth or anus just so, hard and hot and throbbing hungrily in her flesh. It was perfect, just right, not too big to cause pain, yet large enough to stretch her flesh to its fullest, to probe the innermost recesses of her hungry orifices.

They missed no chance to fuck and explored each other’s bodies fully, to the minutest detail till there was nothing each did not know about the other. During that wonderful, erotic holiday in Bombay, they fucked more often and in more ways than they could remember.

Anuja enjoyed performing for him, and Jayant discovered that it excited him enormously. He watched her get laid by the servant, Baban, and other servants from the neighbourhood and shot several videotapes of her in action with them. Anuja congratulated him when she saw the results, saying they were the sexiest things she had seen in a long time. She wasn’t exaggerating. The footage was mind-blowing. Jayant had taken shots of Baban fucking her mouth, standing in front of her; of her going down on him, licking and sucking his penis wantonly; of him licking her slit, rimming her anus. There were lengthy sequences of Baban or another servant fucking her, standing or kneeling behind her or squatting deeply over her hips and, fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks, hammering his hips at her buttocks, plunging his swollen cock in and out of her cunt while Anuja moaned and cried out in pleasure, rocking and jerking under him. Her breasts wobbling and jiggling furiously, her long gold necklace tossing and flapping, she was the very picture of lust. There were other shots, too, of her astride a lover, jigging and bucking up and down on his rampant penis, her head flung back, her hands cupping her bouncing breasts, crushing and squeezing them in unfaked joy. And still others, of her on her back, her body rocking and jerking and thrashing and writhing passionately as a handsome man plunged his cock into her cunt, thrusting furiously in and out of her teenage flesh. Jayant even filmed her in ménages, two and even three men fucking her simultaneously in every orifice. Anuja was a delight to watch, lust and pleasure written in every line.

Inevitably, they fell in love. Jayant often said he wanted to marry only her. Anuja herself wanted nothing else. But they were first cousins, and matrimony was out of the question. They resigned themselves to the fact and continued their clandestine relationship. Except for the servants, no one in the family suspected anything unusual. Indeed, their parents indulged them, remarking how nice it was that the two were such good friends and so happy together.

As the years passed, both went through other lovers. They kept no secrets, and their letters, when he was in Aurangabad and she in Bombay, were full of lurid details of their sexual liaisons with others. Sometimes, she sent him photographs of her with her other lovers, and these he cherished.

The pressure to marry mounted. Oddly, she resisted longer than he. When they were twenty-two, he succumbed to family pressure and agreed to marry Vaishali, whom he had been seeing for several months. Both Anuja and Jayant were relieved at the family’s acceptance of his choice. Vaishali was a childhood friend, close to both Anuja and Jayant.

Vaishali knew nothing of Jayant’s sexual relationship with Anuja. Jayant suspected that she would not resent the truth -- he told Anuja that she was a tigress in bed, incessantly horny, hungry, and eager -- but, unquestionably, there was a risk if she refused to accept the fact. What Jayant did not know was that Vaishali herself had a colourful and rich sexual history and would not have minded in the least. Indeed, she found Anuja sexy, too, and while she, Vaishali, had previous lesbian experience, she was unwilling to risk her betrothal to Jayant by making any overtures in that direction.

On a hot May afternoon, a few months before his marriage, when Jayant was in Bombay for a few weeks to shop for his wedding clothes, Anuja and Jayant slipped away to a small beach hotel in Manori, a distant suburb, where they could talk things through without being disturbed. They lied smoothly to her parents, saying that they would be shopping in the suburbs and would dine out. They did not expect to return till late at night.

“Be back by midnight,” her mother said.

“Oh, ma,” Anuja pouted, pretending exasperation. “We’re not children any longer. Honestly.”

“Anuja.”

“Oh, all right, all right.”

Her mother smiled to herself. It was good to see the two young cousins so close to each other. Just like brother and sister.

The two lovers hurried to the hotel, impatient and hungry. Jayant drove her father’s car, cutting recklessly through the traffic. Avoiding the ferry crossing, which would have meant dumping the car on the far side of the creek, they took the considerably longer road route, looping around the northern suburbs and then heading south-west. They arrived at the hotel just before lunch.

They had used the hotel frequently, on Jayant’s previous visits, occasionally staying overnight. Set in several acres of beach-front property, it was a pleasant place, with little shacks and villas turned into guest rooms. It was quiet, comfortable, secluded, and safe: every visit, Anuja fucked the resident manager to ensure silence. They checked in as husband and wife. The resident manager came out of his office to greet them personally.

“Hello, hello,” he beamed. “It’s nice to see you again. Long time.”

“Too long, Osmond,” Jayant grinned. “Much too long.”

“You know, just the other day, men, I was thinking, hey, man, I haven’t seen these two in such a long time. And what do you know? The next thing, the telephone rang and it was you!”

“A miracle,” Jayant murmured.

“No man, really. It is always a pleasure.”

“You can say that again.” Jayant stifled a grin at the man’s peculiar accent, typically lower-middle-class Catholic, and earned a sharp elbow in the ribs.

“And how is the young lady?” Osmond leered at Anuja as he ushered them out of the reception office to a little villa set back from the others.

She forced a smile. “Very well, thank you.”

“Good, good. That is good. You know, men, this is just the place for young couples like you. You must come more often. Come and have fun, enjoy, just relax, eat, drink, dance, and --” He looked sidelong at Anuja, his eyes glittering. “-- and you know what else. Oh, yes, here we are. Please. After you.”

They stepped into the villa, and he scurried around, switching on the lights, fan, and air-conditioner, running the water in the taps, checking the mini-bar, and fridge. A young bellhop came in with their small travel bag. It held only a change of clothes, swimsuits, and a few odds and ends. They used it more to lend respectability, since they hardly needed their clothes. Anuja noticed that the bellhop was an attractive lad, lean and muscular, with a handsome, clean-shaven face. She caught his eye and smiled, and when he smiled back, decided that she would have to find some way to get him into the room to fuck her. Very sexy, she thought, looking him up and down, not missing the interesting bulge in his crotch. Definitely very sexy.

The manager bobbed and weaved around the room, and Anuja sighed in exasperation. He really was a nuisance. Thick-set, now running to fat, with a dark, shiny body like an eel and a fleshy face that spoke of too much food and drink. She knew that he would fuck her later that day, extracting the toll for his silence. Anuja didn’t enjoy sex with him at all, but at least he had a decent cock, fat, thick, and long. If she let him fuck her from behind or in the ass, she could close her eyes and imagine him to be someone else. Fortunately, he liked fucking her like that, so there was never any unpleasantness.

“So,” he said, rubbing his hands. “Everything is okay? Good, good. Then I will leave you now, men. If you need anything, please call me on my direct line, okay? Direct line. Straight hot line, hanh, it will ring me up on my desk, okay. Happy to help, boss, happy to help.”

“Thank you,” Anuja said, forcing another smile. “That’s very kind of you. Perhaps you might join us in an hour or so?”

That was his cue. He beamed. “Oh, yes, yes, definitely yes. Pleasure, pleasure. Certainly I shall come. At one o’clock.”

“Yes, that’s fine,” Jayant said quickly, and, to Anuja’s relief, ushered him out.

She sighed as Jayant closed and locked the door behind him. “Honestly, then, man. He’s so tiresome.”

Jayant chuckled as he came back to her. “Well, that’s Osmond for you. Don’t let him get to you, love.”

“I just wish he wouldn’t go on and on and on so.”

“Personally, I can’t blame him. He genuinely wants to please, and then there’s you.”

“Meaning what?”

“Well, just think. How often does he get the chance to fuck someone as lovely as you? For free? No wonder he wants to ingratiate himself. He likes to feel important, that he’s liked, that he has friends who want him. He’s lonely.”

Anuja smiled. How typical of Jayant, she thought, uncritical, gentle, considerate, always putting himself in another’s place to see his point of view. Holding her in his arms, he smiled tenderly at her now. Anuja’s eyes locked with his and she felt herself drowning again, as she always did with him.

“Too long, love, too long,” he murmured. “I’ve missed you.”

Anuja tilted her face to his. “Jayant,” she whispered. “Please -- take me --”

His lips met hers, and his hands slid over her body, under her shirt, and over her breasts. The fever rose, and her desire grew and spread through her body, pulsing in every vein. She felt his hardening hunger. The long separation sharpened their lust, and within minutes, they were struggling out of their clothes. She was sliding to her knees, moaning and whimpering, kissing and licking his body, going down to suck his already rising penis.

They fucked feverishly on the floor, each wanting to devour the other utterly and entirely. She sucked his cock, and then he licked her slit furiously, finger-fucking her at the same time. When he had her thrashing and heaving on the brink of an orgasm, he fucked her on her back, bending over her and thrusting his hard flesh deep into hers, ramming and reaming like a man possessed. Anuja gasped and cried out, rocking and lurching under his thrusts, her cunt convulsing in a frenzy on his plunging, pistoning penis, her breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously. On and on he went, and despite the air-conditioning, they broke into a hard sweat, and their bodies squelched together. She came violently, and he gasped, arching his head, grinding down deep into her, slid slowly outward, rammed into greedily again, and yet again, each thrust drawing a choking gasp of joy from her throat.

He paused, slowed, slid out of her, turned her onto her front on her hands and knees, and fucked her again from behind, taking her rapidly and for his own pleasure, gripping her hips and jerking her body swiftly back and forth under his, moving her cunt up and down the length of his throbbing penis. Anuja whimpered and gasped, lurching and jerking and rocking under her cousin, her swollen, pendulous breasts bouncing back and forth, her gold necklace tossing and swinging. She came again and yet again, and finally, with a shuddering gasp of relief, he thrust deep into her and exploded, making her moan in joy when she felt the sharp, stinging jets of jizz spume into her hot, wet slit. Groaning, he bent over and squeezed her hot breasts, nuzzled the nape of her neck, still rocking gently in and out of her cunt.

Anuja turned her face over her shoulder to his, and he kissed her slowly and deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She squirmed her buttocks against his crotch. His cock was still hard and thick. Nothing had changed. Jayant was still a magnificently powerful lover.

“Fuck me again,” she murmured as he tongued her ear.

“Yes,” he whispered, kissing her again. “God, yes.”

Slowly, they broke apart and lay on the cool tile floor, kissing and caressing each other. Jayant stroked her curved, smooth body, cupping her breasts, which were still turgid with sexual tension, tweaking her thick, rigid nipples. She stroked and fondled his erection, raking the shaft with her shapely fingernails. Jayant loved her body and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her long hair was tied in a braid that hung down to her waist. She wore two earrings in each ear, the lobes pierced twice. Her small nose-stud winked at him. The gold necklace lay cool between their fingers and her beautiful diamond and gold finger-rings glittered on her long, shapely fingers. Her skin was like deep honey, soft, yet firm like a ripe grape, smooth and silky, without a trace of body hair. The delicate birth marks on the side of her face, the inside of her left breast, and on her midriff were intensely sexy. She smiled gently at him, her teeth very white. The leading edges of the two canines were bent forward over the incisors, another small irregularity that he found enormously attractive.

“What’re you gaping at, silly?” she murmured.

“You. I like gaping at you.”

“Now I wonder why?”

“Because you’re lovely and stop fishing.”

“I happen to like fishing, especially with this wonderful rod of yours. And you’re lovely too.”

“Handsome.”

“What?”

“You’re lovely, I’m handsome.”

“My, my, such conceit. Lovely, handsome, a distinction without a difference. Same thing.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No.”

“Oh, god, all right. You’re handsome.”

“Good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. But your cock is still lovely.”

He laughed. “If you say so.”

“I do say so. And I also say I want to suck it and be fucked by it again and again and I want it in my cunt and I want it in my ass.”

“My joy knows no bounds.”

“What a coincidence. Neither does mine.”

They laughed, and Anuja pushed him on her back and, bending over him, her body moist and soft against his, kissed him slowly. Her breasts were hot and heavy on his chest. Her cunt writhed against his crotch. He fondled her gently.

“C’mon -- suck me, Anji. Suck my cock hard.”

She slithered downward, kissing and licking his body wantonly, tracing the contours of his deep chest and hard, muscular belly with her tongue, going lower, tonguing his belly and nuzzling his crotch. His penis was thick and hard between her breasts, and she squeezed them in a delightfully warm sheath over the shaft and tit-fucked him for a few minutes. He loved the touch of her lips and tongue on his body, the hard scrape of her nipples on his chest. She slid lower, and he gasped softly as her lips slipped around his cock-head, and she engulfed him in her moist, warm mouth once more.

They fucked slowly and gently this time. He sat on the floor with his legs spread wide, and she sat astride his lap, her legs on either side of his hips, her cunt impaled deeply on his penis. Slowly, they rocked back and forth together, the gentle motion serving to keep them both stimulated and aroused while staving off their orgasms. It was an easy, comfortable position, one they enjoyed for it allowed them to fuck at length. She cupped the side of his face in one hand and kissed him tenderly, while he fondled her large, swollen breasts, twining his fingers in her long gold necklace and scraping the hard metal over her nipples, making her shudder in pleasure.

“How’s Ramu?” she murmured, her tongue in his ear.

“Fine,” Jayant grinned. “He misses you, too. So do the others. They keep asking when you’ll visit.”

Ramu was his servant, a hard-bodied, muscular, handsome youth who fucked her demonically whenever she visited Aurangabad. They usually stole away to the gardening shed at the bottom of the large garden where, on a rickety charpoy, Ramu fucked her demonically, taking her repeatedly in every orifice, while Jayant stood guard. When the servant was done, the gardener took his place and, after him, it was the family chauffeur. An hour later, it was the young cook, the last of the family retainers, and Anuja was tired and sweating and delirious with pleasure.

“And the golf caddies? Do they remember me, too?” Anuja grinned.

She had happy memories of Jayant’s hometown. It was quiet and pretty with lots of places in which to disappear and fuck. Once, she had been fucked by a gang of caddies and the young course ballboys, in a copse of trees bordering the golf course for over three hours while Jayant and his father played a full round of eighteen holes. Half as many men fucked her in the meantime, plunging and pistoning in and out of her flesh, taking her on her back, on her front, sitting, standing, and lying down, in her mouth, in her cunt, in her anus, two and even three guys fucking her simultaneously at one point. On the turf, Jayant struggled to focus on his game against his father.

Jayant laughed softly. “Oh yes. All of them remember you. Every time I hit the course, they come around and ask about madam. Madam hasn’t come? Madam isn’t here? When will she come back? One would think they’d never fucked a dame before. You should see them grin and snigger when we drive past that clump of trees where they gang-banged you.”

Anuja giggled. “It wasn’t a gang-bang, you know, at least not rape. Okay, it was a gang that banged me, but I wanted it.”

“Whatever.”

“It was wonderful,” she murmured. “They just kept going on and on. I couldn’t get enough of it. There was that man, remember, the one I told you about. What was his name? Suhas, eighteen years old and thin as a stick with a cock like a stallion’s. Oh god, Jayant, it was fabulous! He just kept shoving it in and out of my cunt, fucking me again and again. I came so hard and so often I almost passed out.”

“You crazy, horny bitch,” Jayant chuckled. “You could have gotten hurt.”

“Not a chance,” Anuja giggled. “Don’t forget you threatened to cut their cocks off if there was so much as a scratch on me.”

“You made me do that.”

“You didn’t mind. You wanted to. You were so worried.”

“I always worry about you with other guys.”

Anuja smiled tenderly, her arm on his shoulder, as they rocked gently to and fro. “Is my lover jealous?”

He smiled thinly. “A bit. I’ve always wanted to be the only guy you fuck.”

“That’s not fair. You want to fuck other women at the same time.”

“I agree. That’s why I don’t say anything. But it doesn’t mean I don’t feel possessive about you. Aren’t you jealous of my girlfriends?”

“Honestly, no. I like to think you’re enjoying yourself. You should. It makes you happy and that makes me happy.”

“I could never think like that. Not entirely, anyway. I try to, but sometimes it becomes too much.”

“What do you do then?”

“I find a girl I can fuck hard and I do, really hard, and I close my eyes and think of you.”

“Oh, Jayant, you’re such a sweetheart,” Anuja said, bending her face to his and kissing him deeply, her tongue slipping in his mouth. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Anji,” he murmured, gently fondling her breasts.

“Oh god, Jayant, Jayant -- what are we going to do without each other?”

He cupped her face in his hands and looked at her. “You mean about Vaishali?”

“Yes.”

He sighed and touched his forehead to hers, kissing her briefly on her lips, toying with them with his. “I know, Anji. I’ve been wondering about that, too.”

“Have you told her about us?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Do you think she’ll mind?”

“I don’t know. Very probably.”

“She may not, you know,” Anuja said thoughtfully. “I mean, look at it like this. She’s perfectly willing to fuck you without a commitment. That should say something about her attitude.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I mean, if she’s open enough about that in a town like Aurangabad, she’s probably open to a whole lot more.”

“How can I chance it, babe? Would you, in my place?”

“I don’t know, Jay. I really don’t know. Isn’t there some way of finding out?”

“What do I do, just go up to her and say, look babe, I’ve been balling my first cousin since we were seventeen, and I want to keep fucking her and I hope you don’t mind?”

Anuja laughed. “No, silly. Something else. Some way of, sort of, testing the water, if you get what I mean.”

“Think of something.”

“We’ll have to, won’t we? Otherwise it’ll mean the end of this.”

“God, don’t even think it. I couldn’t give you up for the world, babe.”

“Mm. Let’s see. You can’t tell her so -- hey, slow down, stud, I’m not ready yet --”

“Fuck, come on, bitch -- I want to fuck you hard now.”

“A few minutes more. Please.”

“Okay. Just a few minutes.”

“Jayant, listen. You can’t tell, so --”

“So?”

“So why not show her?”

“What?”

“Oh god, don’t stop moving, damn it -- yes -- that’s it -- mm, yes -- oh god -- yes -- keep going -- there -- just like that -- ahh, yes -- yes, well -- since you can’t tell her, let’s just show her that we fuck and see what happens.”

“How does that solve the problem? She might still freak out.”

“True. But it’s sexy to see us, and if she’s as sexy as I think she is, it’ll turn her on and things might work out. It’s not as cold as just telling her. Words are difficult in these things.”

“True. It might just work. Still risky.”

“Aren’t I worth the risk to you, Jayant? That’s what you’ve got to decide.”

He stared at her. “That’s a horrid way to put it, Anuja.”

“It’s the truth. Face it. We can’t -- won’t -- do without each other. So we have to risk it. Granted that it’s sailing pretty close to the wind, but what choice do we have? Unless you can think of something else.”

“At this moment, bitch, I can’t think. Period. Come on, upsy-daisy!”

Jayant eased himself down onto his back, and his cock reared into her cunt, making her groan thickly. She knelt over him with her arms outstretched, her cunt deeply impaled on his cock, and smiled down at him. Her braid hung over her shoulder, and her hair swept over one side of her face, framing it sweetly. Jayant smiled and slid his hands up her body, cupping her full breasts. She moved slowly, grinding her hips in slow, tight, erotic circles on his cock.

“Well?” she murmured, smiling sexily.

“Well, what?”

“Thought of anything?”

“No.”

“Then shall we just decide to do it?”

“What’s the hurry, Anuja? Let’s wait, we’ll think of something.”

“No, Jayant. Decide now. Otherwise, things’ll just slide, and we’ll get stuck.”

He debated for a long moment, weighing the odds. She watched him think, moving gently and slowly, grinding her cunt around, mashing her cunt-flesh and clitoris with his thick, long, hard cock. He looked at her with a rueful smile and nodded slowly.

“Okay. I can’t think of another solution. This might just work.”

She smiled brightly. “Good. I think it’s nice and sexy, too. How do you want to play it?”

“Well, for one thing, it’ll have to be in Aurangabad. Vaishali’s not coming to Bombay before the wedding.”

“We could do it after the wedding.”

“No. Too traumatic. Let’s do it before. That way, if she wants out, she still has the choice without too much disruption in the family.”

Again, he was putting everyone else before himself. He spared no thought for the trauma that he might have to undergo. Anuja glowed with pride for him. Vaishali was luckier than she had imagined.

“Okay, so before.”

“In Aurangabad.”

“That’s not a problem. I’m coming to Aurangabad for the wedding anyway. I could come a little earlier.”

“Good. We’ll set it up so that she sees you and me, and I think, we should have a guy on standby if she gets turned on and needs to fuck.”

“Ramu? He’ll do it happily. I’ve seen him ogling her.”

Anuja giggled. “That’s wonderful. Ramu, then. He’ll fuck her nice and hard.”

“Yes, right. Nice and hard. Like I want to fuck you now. C’mon, bitch, move! Move! Take it! Yeh, that’s it! C’mon! C’mon whore, take my cock! Oh fuck yes, come on, come on, come on!”

And then they burst into a frenzy, bucking and heaving and tossing frantically on the floor, their lust rising to its final explosion.

“Oh Jayant-Jayant-Jayant-Jayunhhhhhhht uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHH uhhh OHHHH uhh yes! Oh god yes oh god oh god oh yes oh fuck yes oh ma oh ma oh ma uhhh ahhh uhhh ahhh uhh hanh!” she cried.

She rocked and bounced and jerked up and down on his cock, squeezing her cunt tightly around it, making him gasp at the hot convulsions of her flesh. Her breasts jumped and wobbled and her gold necklace tossed and danced on her smooth skin. He squeezed her breasts hard, pinching her nipples and she flung her head back and moaned as the orgasm crashed over her, making her cunt convulse feverishly on his throbbing penis. Beneath her, Jayant cried out and, gasping, arched deep into her, thrusting up again and again and then moaned in relief as the heat spewed from his loins and burst into her flesh, thick, sticky, hot jizz flooding her hungry cunt.

The sex made them drowsy, and they moved to the bed and snuggled, dozing lightly. Half an hour later, Jayant shook her gently.

“Anuja, wake up.”

She stirred in her sleep and burrowed into the covers.

“C’mon, Anji, it’s almost one. Osmond will be here soon.”

“Oh god,” she mumbled. “Tell him to come back later.”

“No. Finish it off now. Then we won’t be interrupted later.”

“Mm, oh, all right,” she murmured, turning on her back and stretching.

Jayant smiled and bent to kiss her, his hand on her breast. She caressed his hard back gently, and her hand slipped down into his crotch.

“Hello, beautiful,” she smiled. “How’s my alarm cock doing?”

“It’ll ring if you keep doing that,” he snorted and, springing out of bed, pulled on his trousers.

Anuja rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash. Jayant switched on the TV set and began munching an apple from a basket on the sideboard.

“Jayant,” she called from the bathroom.

“What?” he said with his mouth full.

“What shall I wear?”

“Anything. Nothing. Whatever’s easy. It’s coming off anyway.”

“Don’t be a pain, Jay. Something to turn him on quickly.”

“The nightie then.”

“Or the bikini?”

“The bikini’s fine. Very sexy.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. C’mon, hurry up, I can hear someone.”

There was a knock on the door. Jayant strolled to answer it, his muscles rippling smoothly, barefoot and clad only in his trousers. Osmond stood at the threshold, grinning from ear to ear.

“Hello, hello, good afternoon, sir, is everything all right?”

“Yes, fine, come on in, Ossie.” Jayant locked the door behind him.

“Are you having a pleasant stay, sir?”

“Oh, cut the crap, Ossie,” Jayant said with uncharacteristic terseness. “We’ve been fucking, and you know it. Now it’s your turn. Go fuck her.”

Osmond looked startled, and then grinned sheepishly. “I really like fucking her, you know.”

“I know. I can see. I have eyes. And ears.”

“You are angry about it?”

“No. I don’t care one way or the other. Just get on with it, would you?”

“She is hot and ready for me, then?”

“Presumably.” He called to her. “Anuja! Osmond’s here!”

“Coming!” she called back. “Be there in a minute.”

Jayant bit into his apple and flung himself into a chair, hooking a leg over the arm. He looked at the TV, bored. A silly chat show was on, a fat black lady firing questions at a particularly inane audience. Osmond shuffled his feet, sat on the bed, got up, fiddled with the air-conditioner, and sat on the bed again.

“Turn it down, Jay,” Anuja said, stepping out of the bathroom and looking at him sharply. She didn’t like it when he got brusque like this.

She turned and smiled warmly at Osmond. He tottered to his feet, sucking in his breath sharply through a gap in his front teeth.

“Oh my,” he said. “Oh my, oh my.”

Jayant grinned to himself and tossed the core of the apple into the wastebasket in the corner. He looked at them. Anuja was wearing her outrageous string bikini, and Osmond couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked devastating. The bikini bra had thin, fine strands, the cups little more than Band-Aids, narrow strips of cloth that barely covered her nipples. It was small and taut, and her heavy breasts strained at the cloth, forming a deep and enticing cleavage in which her gold necklace nestled.