Shanti looked down at the clutter on her nuptial bed. Over a dozen dildo, vibrators and sheaths of different shapes, colours and sizes were scattered across its expanse. She looked at her handsome bridegroom waiting expectantly at the foot of the bed.
"So, let me get this straight. You want to watch me masturbate."
Her voice was flat and even.
"Yes."
"So that you can video-tape me."
"Yes."
"On our wedding night. On our honeymoon."
"Yes."
Shanti smiled sarcastically. "Tell me, what shall I use? A dildo? A vibrator? Or just my fingers?"
"Whatever you like."
"Anything else you have in mind that I should know about? Tell me now before I get my hopes up."
"Don't get your hopes up."
"Not much chance of that now, is there?"
Shanti tossed aside the sheaths. That left her with four dildo of different sizes, the smallest not less than eight inches long, and three large vibrators. She looked up at Sridhar, arching her eyebrow questioningly. He nodded.
"Yes. Fine. Begin on my call. Take your time."
Shanti closed her eyes. She could hardly believe what had happened.
They left for their honeymoon right after the rituals, a prolonged lavish affair that, at his instance, was crammed into one hectic day with the marriage and the reception both spread over a Sunday lunch. He said he hated large weddings. They flew south to a beach resort. The flight was a short hop and, after a half-hour drive, they arrived at the resort. It was a swanky five-star deluxe hotel. They were expected and had confirmed reservations.
All through the wedding and reception, and on their trip down, Sridhar was suave and polished. In the hotel, he was devastatingly charming, and Shanti smiled to herself as she watched the female receptionists trying to catch his attention, not missing the envious looks thrown in her direction.
Sridhar was evidently well-known at the hotel. He greeted the concierge and the lobby manager and the guest relations lady by name. He introduced Shanti and they were congratulated warmly. He had told Shanti that this was he came here frequently, when he wanted to get away for a few days and just relax. The check-in formalities were waived and the receptionist handed them their key on a large brass tag.
"Your usual suite, sir," she said with a smile, her eyes devouring him.
"Thank you," Sridhar smiled, flashing his perfect smile. "Is everything ready as I had asked for?"
"Yes, of course, sir. If you need anything, please let me know."
She sounded as if she expected him to call her to spend the night.
"We will, thank you," he said and took Shanti's arm. "Come, Shanti. You're going to love this." He hoisted his large camera bag on his shoulder.
The suite was truly spectacular, with a huge living-sitting-dining area, a fully equipped kitchen, and two bedrooms, one larger than the other. It had a huge balcony overlooking lush tropical gardens that stretched to silver sands and the vastness of the ocean. The furnishings were elegant, quiet and very, very expensive. The bar was fully stocked, there were flowers and fruit everywhere, and a bottle of champagne nestled in its bucket on the balcony with two crystal flutes. A card hung on a thread around the bottle's neck. With our compliments, it said. The champagne was Dom Perignon.
Sridhar smiled.
"It's incredible!" Shanti gasped. "Do you always stay here?"
"Always," said Sridhar with a smile. "Why slum when you can lord?"
He led her to the balcony. The moon rose in a cloudless sky, and they could see the white tops of the waves and hear the wind in the trees and the crash of the surf. The lights glimmered in the huge azure pool.
It was breathtaking. Shanti hugged herself with excitement.
"Happy?" Sridhar murmured, close behind her.
Shanti nodded. She could smell his musky cologne, deep, masculine, erotic. He brushed the back of her neck with his fingertips. Shanti shivered. Her long hair was in thick, single braid down her back and she was dressed in a simple printed *sari*.
Sridhar drew her against him. She nestled against his broad, deep chest. Her groom was incredibly sexy. He put his arms around her. She thought he might touch her breasts. His fingers brushed her arms and her naked midriff and she tensed. Her breasts grew hot and swelled and her rigid nipples ached for his touch.
"Tonight will be special," he murmured as his lips close to her ear.
She turned around in his arms. He pressed his lips chastely to her forehead. Shanti closed her eyes and waited, her lips fluttering expectantly.
The kiss never came. He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertip.
"You are very lovely," he said, kissing her eyelids.
Shanti's hands slid up his arms. They were thickly muscled. Her fingers rested on the deep swell of his chest.
Sridhar stepped back smoothly, sliding his hands down her arms and locking his fingers in hers, arms stretched.
"Very lovely and very sexy," he smiled. "Will you do something for me?"
Anything, she said to herself, my god, anything, but take me, darling! Take me hard! Her cunt was already tingling in anticipation. She nodded with a bright smile.
