The business tour to Mumbai was the perfect cover—meetings with investors, site visits to potential acquisitions, all while Alya tagged along as his indispensable secretary. Manik barely glanced at his phone when Nandini's messages pinged about her day at home; her sweetness felt like a distant echo compared to the raw heat Alya ignited in him. They checked into the luxury hotel suite overlooking the Arabian Sea, the room sprawling with floor-to-ceiling windows, a private infinity pool on the balcony, a bubbling jacuzzi nearby, a plush sectional sofa in the lounge, and a king-sized bed dominating the bedroom. The sun dipped low, casting golden hues over everything.
Alya dropped her bag and stripped off her travel-worn blouse and skirt, standing in just her heels and lingerie. 'Finally alone,' she said, her voice husky from the flight. Manik watched, his cock hardening as she unclasped her bra, letting her heavy breasts spill free, nipples tightening in the cool air. She shimmied out of her panties, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy. 'Join me in the pool?'
He nodded, shedding his clothes quickly. His thick cock stood erect, veins pulsing. They stepped into the warm water of the private pool, the city lights twinkling below. Manik pulled her close, water lapping at their waists. He started with her neck, kissing the sensitive skin, sucking lightly until she shivered. His hands roamed her back, fingers tracing her spine down to her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks and spreading them slightly.
Alya turned in his arms, pressing her tits against his chest. Manik cupped them, thumbs flicking her nipples before pinching hard, rolling them between his fingers. She moaned, arching into his touch. He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply while his tongue lashed the peak. His other hand slid between her thighs, fingers parting her folds to stroke her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Alya gasped, her hand wrapping around his shaft, pumping it underwater with firm strokes.
He explored lower, kneeling in the shallow end so the water hit his shoulders. Alya leaned back against the pool edge, legs spread. Manik kissed down her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel, then trailed to her inner thighs, nipping the soft flesh. He spread her pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing her pink core, and licked from her asshole up to her clit in one long swipe. She bucked, fingers tangling in his hair. He sucked her clit, alternating with thrusts of his tongue inside her hole, tasting her tangy arousal mixing with the chlorine.
Manik stood, lifting her effortlessly onto the pool steps. He positioned her on all fours, water dripping from her body. His mouth found her ass, tongue circling the tight ring before pushing inside, rimming her deeply. Alya pushed back, whimpering as he fingered her pussy simultaneously—two digits curling to hit her G-spot. He switched, lapping at her pussy while a finger probed her ass, stretching the entrance. Every inch of her quivered under his attention: he sucked her toes, licked the soles of her feet, bit her calves, and massaged her thighs until she begged.
'Fuck me now,' she panted. Manik obliged, gripping her hips and sliding his cock into her pussy from behind. The water sloshed as he thrust, deep and steady, his balls slapping her clit. He reached around to rub her swollen nub, building her pleasure. Alya came first, her walls clamping down, juices flooding out. Manik pulled out, flipping her over to straddle him on the steps. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, until he groaned and filled her with cum, hot spurts coating her insides.
They moved to the jacuzzi, bubbles churning around them. Alya sank into the jets, the water massaging her skin. Manik joined, pulling her onto his lap facing away. His hands soaped her body—lathering her breasts, sliding between her legs to wash his cum from her pussy. He fingered her clean, three fingers now, stretching her as the bubbles tickled her clit. Alya ground against his hand, then turned to kiss him, tongues dueling.
She dropped below the water, taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth. Bubbles burst around her as she sucked, cheeks hollowing, hand twisting the base. Manik held her head, guiding her up and down until he was rock-hard again. He lifted her, impaling her ass on his length—the water easing the entry. Alya cried out, the fullness intense. He bounced her slowly at first, then faster, one hand on her pussy, thumb pressing her clit. The jets pulsed against her back, heightening the sensations. She clenched around him, anal orgasm ripping through her, and Manik followed, pumping cum deep into her ass.
Dried and flushed, they collapsed onto the sofa in the lounge. The leather was cool against their heated skin. Alya pushed Manik back, climbing over him to lick his chest, sucking his nipples while stroking his cock back to life. She kissed down his abs, then took him deep-throating, gagging as she swallowed every inch. Saliva dripped down his balls, which she fondled and sucked one by one.
Manik flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. He ate her out ravenously, tongue fucking her pussy while fingers twisted in her ass. Alya writhed, hands clutching the cushions. He mounted her, cock slamming into her pussy missionary-style, knees pinning her thighs open. He pounded hard, the sofa creaking, her tits jiggling with each impact. Reaching down, he sucked her toes again, the mix of dominance and worship driving her wild. She came screaming, nails raking his back. Manik thrust through it, then pulled out to cum on her stomach, ropes painting her skin.
Finally, they tumbled into the bed, sheets silk-soft. Manik tied her wrists to the headboard with his belt, her body splayed for him. He explored once more—kissing her eyelids, ears, the crook of her elbow, every curve and crevice. His mouth latched onto her pussy, sucking until she squirted, soaking the sheets. Untying her, he entered her slowly, savoring the connection, then flipped to doggy, spanking her ass red as he fucked her deep.
Alya rode him reverse cowgirl, ass grinding down, his hands spreading her cheeks to watch his cock disappear inside. They switched to spooning, his arm around her, fingers on her clit as he thrust lazily, building to a frenzy. She orgasmed again, pussy pulsing, and Manik buried his face in her neck, cumming inside her one last time, their bodies slick and spent.
As they lay tangled, the city hummed outside, Nandini a forgotten shadow. This affair was Manik's world now—endless, insatiable exploration with Alya.