Previous Part: Breaking Free: Riya’s Journey – Part 1
Just to be clear: everyone in this story is over 19 years old. Everything that happened is true, except for the names of two of the people involved.
Nikhil (Me) – 40 years and married. In an (Ethical Non-Monogamy) ENM relationship. Based out of Bengaluru.
Riya – 40 years and married. She has a strong, perhaps even resilient, personality underneath. Based out of Bengaluru
We have both known each other long enough to have a comfortable, easy-going friendship at work.
I have called this experience ‘Breaking Free – Riya’s Journey.’ This isn’t a story focused on sexual encounters from the start. I hope you’ll be patient and read through the experience with an open mind.
Welcome to part 2
We decided on Wayanad. The plan was simple: we’d buy clothes on the way and skip going home altogether.
As we drove, we looked up places to stay and ended up booking a spot that looked amazing – it even had a jacuzzi and a private pool. We grabbed some breakfast on the road and took a couple of quick breaks. In about six hours, we reached Wayanad.
During the drive, both Rakesh and Riya called each other. They kept it brief. They just informed one another that they wouldn’t be around for the next couple of days. They agreed it was probably for their own good.
Riya even asked me about my journey into the ENM world. It was a long drive, so I ended up sharing my entire experience with her throughout the journey. That’s a story for another time.
“Thanks, Nikhil,” Riya said gently, looking at me. “Thanks for taking the time and coming with me on this totally unplanned trip. I really hope I’m not bothering you too much.”
“Don’t be so formal, Riya,” I said, giving her a gentle smile. “And no, you’re absolutely not bothering me. I hope this change of place helps you figure things out with Rakesh. May not be instantly, but hoping for positivity.”
Riya smiled with a hopeful look on her face.
In Riya’s words, from now on.
Once in Wayanad, we checked into the resort. I excused myself and quickly stepped into the warm shower. I let the water run over me, soaking into my skin, feeling the heat chase away the chill weather. Hot water felt like a luxury.
My mind, however, took me back to what Nikhil had said earlier. Both when we were at the pub and during our drive, especially about the ENM. That conversation wouldn’t leave my head. I grabbed some scented body wash, squeezed it out, and started to lather it all over my body. It felt good.
I started thinking about a lot of things. I even thought of getting into the lifestyle that Nikhil was in. I could not believe myself, I was actually thinking of having sex with Nikhil! I smiled. I was confused. I realised that the thought had made my nipples hard.
Nikhil is decent and is good in his own manner. I soaped my breasts, imagining him, and ran my hands down, between my legs. I couldn’t stop imagining Nikhil’s naked body going down on me and sucking me eagerly. That’s when I realised what a dripping pussy I have.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, imagining him. I applied more body wash and cleaned my butts, pussy and clits thoroughly. I was surprised by my imagination and how it was turning me on!
I inserted my fingers again inside, breathing heavily, “Oh yes, that’s so good, Nikhil,” I imagined, “fuck me, Nikhil – give it to me – harder – harder,” I was day-dreaming. I rubbed my pussy, imagining Nikhil slamming me hard, and I was about to climax.
That’s when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. The bathroom door opened instantly. I was standing naked in the shower and looked at Nikhil’s face, which was full of concern.
“You’re ok, Riya,” he asked.
Still recovering from the masturbation and the dream, I replied, “Yes… Yes… Nikhil.”
“I thought I was hearing you cry; now I realise it was not a cry.” He gazed at my naked body and smiled, and closed the door by saying, “Come soon, Riya.”
I let the shower run for a couple more minutes before shutting it off. I squeezed out water from my hair and reached for the towel. I was still shocked at the intensity of my cum, thanks to my daydream.
“What is this supposed to mean? Am I getting attracted to him?” I thought to myself and stepped out in the robe.
Nikhil was right there. Seeing him there, I asked, “How can you barge into the bathroom while I was having a shower?” Seeing me step out, he asked, “What was that all about, Riya?” he paused and came closer to me and whispered in my ear, “You know what I mean.”
He continued, “I was worried about crying, but when I knocked on the door, it opened, and what I saw, I must say, you’re pretty hot, Riya. I mean, you’re pretty. I mean, you looked good, Riya.”
I asked again, “So, is it true? ENM?” He responded positively by nodding his head.
I noticed he was trying to adjust his shorts. I responded, “I am a human. Am I not?”
I could see his cock was becoming hard. My hands were almost reaching his trousers, and he acknowledged, “Yes, you are!” and said, “You don’t have to be shit-scared like a cat, Riya.”
“You’re right,” I confirmed and pushed him to the couch and in a hushed voice, I said, “I’m sure we can think of something.”
I undid my robe and let it fall on the floor, and moved closer to him and sat on his thighs and whispered in his ears, “Now, who’s a shit-scared cat, Nikhil?”
He started to kiss me and started rubbing my shoulders and legs. I let my hand remove his t-shirt. Meanwhile, his hands moved to my right breast and started caressing it.
In Nikhil’s words, from now on.
Without a doubt, for me, Riya was one of the hottest co-workers in the office; she was absolutely stunning. Her sweet, innocent face made her seem a little younger than she was. Her long, silky black hair stood out against her pale, milky skin.
As we started to kiss a bit more passionately, Riya pressed her hand further and harder between my legs and grabbed my boner. She broke off the kiss with a mischievous smile and whispered, “Nikhil… ooh, you are… Oh my… that’s really nice.”
With that, she suddenly got up, swung her leg over mine to sit facing me on my lap, and settled down. She brought her face down. I moved my hands to her right breast, looked into her eyes, and we started kissing passionately. My hand went to her left breast.
My other hand continued to rub her shoulders and neck. I pulled her close, kissed the nape of her neck and the clavicle area of her shoulders.
“Oh, Nikhil! This feels so good. I am liking the naughty you. Are you naturally this naughty?” I moaned.
With my fingers, I traced her pussy and slowly inserted them in it.
“Riya, you are so wet,” I said and slipped 2 fingers inside and told her. “It feels so good in your hole. It’s damn slippery. I can shove my cock inside and it’ll slide so easily.”
“I can feel your fingers moving inside my pussy, Nikhil,” she told me and continued,” It feels so strange to have someone else’s finger inside, other than Rakesh. But I am enjoying this, Nikhil.”
These words encouraged me to explore deeper into Riya’s hole with greater strength.
“Oh, Niks!” she panted, as her body responded to my fisting of her glory hole. “That feels so out of the world.”
Riya started enjoying my testicles, which were cum-heavy inside. Quickly, Riya helped me to get out of my trousers and jumped from my lap back to her seat. She rubbed the head of my cock and spread the slit on its top. Just like her wet pussy, I was wet and leaking stuff too.
It was so hard, but the cock-head felt so soft and warm. We adjusted our positions a little, and I began to increase the strokes in her pussy. Riya increased the strokes on my cock, and we were about to have our first climax together.
Our breathing became heavier, and we panted due to the sexual tension building inside us. I moaned loudly, without warning, I cum and some cum shot on Riya’s breasts. But most of it was on her hands.
With this, I intensified my strokes, and that triggered a shock in Riya’s body. She cried out loud; this time, she had her pleasurable moments.
“What in the world has happened between us?” Riya asked me.
Our hands, soaked with each other’s cum were the answer. Riya pushed me on the bed. The next moment, I realised she had my limp cock in her mouth and closed her lips around it. It felt warm and wet, and Riya made my cock hard again and pushed it further into her mouth.
I felt this was one of the best blowjobs I have ever received. She looked like a pro. At one point, she pulled out my cock, looked into my eyes and sucked my balls. I was moaning like this after a long, long time. While I was still recovering from my moans, she took my cock again inside her mouth.
This time, she was pretty much getting gagged. She had pushed my cock deep inside her throat for a few seconds, took it out, looked into my eyes and again got herself gagged for the second time.
This time, I held her by her hair and pushed her deeper and at one point, she wanted to let herself loose, and I let her relax.
“That was great,” she panted,” don’t stop.” With that, she thrusted my cock back into her mouth. I started fucking her mouth and throat for the next few minutes as Riya was moaning with pleasure. I spanked her butts, pinched her nipples whenever I was able to.
“I cannot hold any longer. I am about to cum,” I said.
“Cum in my mouth, Niks,” she panted.
I shot my cum inside her mouth again. Riya looked into my eyes and hugged me tight and asked, “Did you like it, Nikhil?”
I looked into her eyes and said, “This is incredible.”
“Did you plan all this when you asked me to come with you, Riya?” I asked in a soft voice, but direct.
“No,” Riya said, shaking her head. “All of this just happened. It felt natural. When you just barged into the bathroom while I was in the shower.”
We didn’t talk about what would happen next, but looked at the menu. “Drinks and food?” I remember Riya asking, looking at me. “Let’s just get it served here in the room?” I nodded.
We ended up ordering whiskey on the rocks, along with some eggs, fries, and a little bit of a main course. By the time our food and drinks arrived, we had refreshed ourselves under the shower – together this time.
As we settled in, the conversation drifted back to my ENM journey. I shared more details, the ups and downs, the misunderstandings, and the moments of profound connection. Riya listened intently, sometimes asking questions, sometimes just letting the information sink in.
As I spoke, I could see a steady shift in her. The rigid tension that had held her all day seemed to ease. Her shoulders relaxed, her gaze losing that icy edge. When I finished, a comfortable silence settled between us. Riya took a long breath, a deep sigh that seemed to release some unseen burden.
“You know, Nikhil,” she finally said, her voice softer, a hint of something lighter in it, “hearing your story, it helps. A lot. Just talking about all of this, getting it out, and realising that, well, that life can be different. That people navigate things in their own ways.”
She looked at me, a genuine, albeit tired, smile finally touching her lips. “I feel lighter. Like I can actually breathe again, after days of just holding my breath.”
She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug, and then cuddled closer, resting her head against my shoulder. “I feel so light, Nikhil,” she murmured, her voice filled with genuine relief. “Truly, like a huge weight has just been lifted.”
As we talked, the long drive and the moments of the day caught up with Riya. She eventually fell asleep, still cuddling me, and just a few minutes later, I drifted off to sleep as well. I guess we’d slept for a good couple of hours. I woke up a little earlier than Riya.
Seeing us cuddled up together, I gently kissed her forehead, just appreciating how beautiful she was. Riya moved, becoming aware of our closeness. She quickly pulled away, a soft “Sorry, Nikhil, I was so tired, didn’t even realise when I fell asleep.”
She then got out of bed, went to the balcony, and ordered two coffees for us. A few minutes later, the coffee arrived, steaming and brewing hot. Riya handed me a cup, her fingers brushing mine lightly. We stood there in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee, just looking out at the green landscape of Wayanad.
I went behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her close. My chin rested on her shoulder. I felt the soft curve of her back against my chest. My hands instinctively found their way to her bare stomach. My thumbs gently stroked her skin as I leaned in.
My lips brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear. Her breasts were amazing; they weren’t huge, but they were firm and round, and her brown nipples were stiff.
As my eyes scanned her body, Riya turned around and asked, “What do you want me to do, Nikhil?” I replied, “It’s my turn to taste you.” I led her to my bedroom and lay her on her back as I kissed my way down her body and settled between her legs.
I fingered her gently and licked all around her pussy before pushing my tongue into it. After a while, she had a small orgasm, but I felt like she wasn’t really into it. She grabbed my head and gently pulled me up from between her thighs.
“Is everything okay, Riya?” I asked with concern if I had done something wrong.
“I have been waiting for this for a while now, Nikhil. Rakesh has never done this to me for ages,” she replied.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“You don’t mind?” She asked.
“Are you kidding, Riya?” I replied, “This is so hot. You ask me to keep licking you down, I am always ready.”
“Your wet pussy is asking me to lick it off,” I said. With that, I moved back between her legs and put my mouth around her pussy. She jumped a little at the sensation, and I continued licking her and sucking her while my fingers were deep inside her.
She started getting relaxed and opened her legs wide, and I went for it. She pushed my head with her thighs, holding onto the sheets tightly, moaning my name loudly. I kept going till her pussy juice began streaming down my hands. I showed her the pussy juice, looked into her eyes and licked it.
It was finger-licking good. “This was the best pussy juice I have had,” I told Riya.
She mischievously looked at me, “I want you inside me, put it inside my pussy, Niks,” Riya moaned.
I didn’t have to be asked twice. She was still wet. I gently pushed my cock, inch by inch. Riya groaned. I pushed again steadily… and forward… this made her scream, “I can’t believe you are inside me.”
I started thrusting her in the missionary position. She was clasping the sheets in her hands. “Yes,” she screamed. “Don’t stop. Just do it. Don’t stop fucking me, Nikhil!” she moaned.
I kept pushing in and out of her. Riya was getting wild. She was screaming and swearing, but never asked me to stop. I slowed down a bit and looked at her. Riya screamed, “Don’t stop, Nikhil, fuck me more.” It’s been a while since I have experienced anything like this “I need this. Don’t stop, Nikhil!”
I reached my arm, held around her neck, moved closer, while my cock was still inside her pussy, and kissed her. I couldn’t last longer in her wet hole and exploded inside her. Neither was in a position to speak.
I removed my cock from her pussy and collapsed next to her on the bed. I rolled onto her side, wrapped my arms around her, and we cuddled each other tight.
“Thank you, Nikhil! I needed this badly. Very bad. Tonight has been incredible for me,” Riya said.
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