Khushi's REVENGE - ASR's Seduction Day Four

Khushi needed to recover her clothes from the room. She was afraid she had pushed ASR over the edge this time, with her naughty note. As she walked out to the pool to gather her clothes that were drying on the clothesline, a strange idea struck her. The pool was only 3 feet deep but the water looked amazingly inviting. HP had just cleaned out the pool and refilled it with fresh water and there were rose petals thrown in as part of holi decor.

The stairs from the terrace leading to the pool was rarely used. Most members used the stairs from the main foyer to the terrace. The pool was also next to the living room on the first floor, with large windows, in plain view of everyone. And somehow, the pool also ended up attached to ASR’s room, which was on the second floor. And it had a balcony adjacent to it, which led to mamiji’s room, but mamiji’s room was on the mezzanine floor of the house. She marveled at RM architecture, all passageways led to the pool.

Khushi checked around the pool to ensure that no one was watching. She locked the room door, pulled the curtains over the large windows by the pool, and undressed completely. With her soft creamy toes, she tested the water temperature; it was deliciously cold and inviting. She descended into the pool and let out a satisfying sigh of relief, as she let her body submerge in the astringent cold water, keeping her face and neck just about the brimming surface. She pulled up her knees to her chest and made herself comfortable under the water. Rose petals separated where her knees jutted out of the water, revealing a creamy ivory contrast to the redness of the petals. A few petals floated about her, touching her around her beautiful body. She closed her eyes in relief.

ASR climbed down the stairs from the terrace. He reached the landing by the pool and saw khushi. His heart stopped. Was she trying to kill him? Why would she be so brazen as to sit in the pool, with not a stitch on? Didn’t she know that anyone from the terrace could walk in on her, or she didn’t care? She was caressing her own arms and legs as if soothing out all the pain of her recent past. Her sensuous, languid movements mesmerized him, causing a stir in him. For a brief moment, he felt proud to be her husband. She was beautiful. A work of art, made when, he was sure, the God's were happy, perhaps, after a post-coital glow of their heavenly pleasures. And they had not spared any details with her. She was picture perfect. 

He crouched closer to the pool, lowering himself on his knees, still mesmerized by the sight of his beautiful wife, sitting in her resplendent beauty, oblivious to his aroused eyes. He paddled some water gently towards her. The ripples separated the rose petals, revealing more of her. Her eyes flung open!

Khushi – You??!!

ASR – Yes, me

Khushi  - what are you doing here?

ASR (bemused) – In case you forgot, it’s still my room

Khushi  pulled her  knees closer, crossed her ankles in front of her and covered her bosom with her hands.  

Khushi – in case you forgot, the poolside is my room. So technically, you are invading my space.  Please leave so I can get dressed.

ASR – No, I wont

Khushi sat there in the pool, desperate to cover her bareness. ASR was riveted with barely concealed admiration. She considered her options and the shortest route to the bedroom. 
ASR - Kya hua? you thought you got me, didn't you.
Khushi - Turn your face. 
ASR - Nope. Now, do you plan to sit there all day?  
Khushi - Maybe, if thats what it takes. 

A few more minutes pass. Hazel eyes battled caramel ones, challenging,  confronting, facing up and fighting for control. Caramel eyes did a Mars Rover 1 & 2 at once, daring, probing the terrain, finding surprising little secrets, discovering unforeseen treasures and sending images and signals to his control center, which in ASR's case was also down south...in Houston, of course!


ASR - I am waiting.

Khushi – Suit yourself

With that she rose, turned her back to ASR and got out of the pool. Water drenched body shivered at the sudden onslaught of air giving her goose bumps, enhanced in no small measure by the knowledge that a pair of caramel eyes was inspecting every inch of her lovely back as it receded from the pool. She picked up a towel to drape around herself, when she felt a pair of strong arms hold her like a vice around her waist. She got roughly pulled against his chest, her ribs aching to set themselves free, her bottom pinned against strong muscular thighs and the small of her back feeling a strange hardness emanating from him.

Khushi – What are you doing?

ASR – Claiming my wife

Khushi – this is not part of the contract.

ASR felt like he was slapped. And then it happened.  

The terrace scene flashed through his mind, once more rearing its ugly head, and reminding him of his running saga of hurtful past, his solemn duty to his sister and his revenge on his BIL.

No No no, he thought. That's not what he had in mind. Everything about the terrace scene seemed wrong. 

Khushi was still encircled in his arms, her wet body completely drenching his pants and green t-shirt. She asked in a sultry voice

Khushi – Aap kya soch rahe hain? What are you thinking; I told you this was not part of the contract.

Unable to control his urge, ASR involuntarily nuzzled into the crook of her wet neck and exhaled her name – Khushiiiiii, pleeaaase

Khushi – Are you changing your mind about the terms and conditions of our marriage?

ASR felt like a helpless puppy, completely besotted by his wife’s breathtaking beauty and incredible body. He was a man of voracious needs, always had been. And he had a temptingly sweet nymph right here in his arms and he couldn’t think of doing anything better than sink himself in her and lose himself completely. The past three days had been sheer torture. All the self-help in the world did not take away his sore need for her. 

He had been to his shrink twice already and each time the shrink recommended he talk to khushi to clear the misunderstanding. Talk! Each time he tried, the terrace scene flashed through his mind, once more rearing its ugly head, and reminding him of his running saga of hurtful past, his solemn duty to his sister and his revenge on his BIL. 

He wanted to chew his BIL alive for destroying a beautiful vision he had begun to form of khushi before he saw her on the terrace with Shyam. Darn the terrace scene and darn the contract marriage!

Khushi – So? Do you want to amend the contract?

ASR – What do you want Khushi?

Khushi – I want to know if this will be included in the contract.

ASR – what will be?

Khushi – ummm, making love to me. 

ASR’s shocked hands loosened their grip on her waist. He hadn't expected such a brazen response from her. She found the perfect out to run into the room and shut the sliding door to the pools. She stuck her tongue out at ASR and disappeared into the bathroom.He spent a few moments recovering from this light headed feeling. He needed to get his arms around her, he needed her, he wanted her.

And then it happened, again. 

The pool scene flashed through his mind, once more rearing its sensual head, and reminding him of his running saga of constant arousal, the painful state of his body with the self-administered help, his solemn conjugal duty, heck, need as a husband and his desire to completely possess his wife.  

Where did this come from? What the! 

He decided it was time to create a contract and lay out the terms and conditions clearly. Conjugal rights would definitely fare very high on that list. If he were to operate for another 6 months with this minx in and about his personal space, he might as well seal the deal and get the clause added to a formal contract. 

To hell with the terrace scene, the pool scene was much better, he concluded.