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We had been wanting a break from the daily grind for a while, so after some random late-night discussions, me and my wife Ankita decided on a 10-day Goa trip. We’ve been to Goa before, but this time the plan was simple — drive down, chill, do some clubbing, beach, pool, and avoid overplanning.
The first couple of days were peaceful. Slow mornings, lazy swims, small drives around. On day three, just as we were about to head to the pool, I got a sudden work call. Had to open the laptop and send reports. I told her to go ahead, promising I’d join her soon… which turned into almost two hours. When I finally reached the pool, she was chatting with a guy — Nick. First time visitor to India, from Canada, solo trip, Goa as his last stop. He was friendly, harmless-looking, and honestly just seemed happy to talk to someone. She introduced me and we all got along smoothly.
He asked about nightlife, so we told him to tag along in the evening. The club was packed. He jumped straight onto the dance floor while we grabbed drinks. I’m not a dancer, so after a bit I stepped aside. He asked Ankita to dance, she agreed, and they kept going back and forth between us and the floor. She got tipsy pretty fast, so we left. In the cab she sat in the back with him, and I took the front. Didn’t think much of it.
Next morning at the pool, he was already there. He came over as soon as he saw us. Hard to miss the bulge in his swim shorts. I’m sure Ankita noticed too. She apologised to him about the previous night and all three of us ended up spending the day together again. Another night, another club. Nothing dramatic happened.
Day three and four went the same — pool/beach mornings, clubbing nights. Nick started opening up more, getting a bit playful with her while dancing. Nothing over the top, but noticeable.
On the fifth night things shifted a bit. At the pub he was being more… close. Holding her by the waist, pulling her a little nearer on the crowded dance floor. It was late when we decided to leave and cabs were impossible to get. When we finally got one, she again slid into the backseat with him, and I sat in the front. During the ride, every now and then I turned around. At one point I saw her hand just… resting casually on his thigh. Maybe a bit higher than usual. Nothing wild, but enough to make my thoughts wander. And if I’m honest, it weirdly turned me on.
Later that night, when we were back in the room, I asked her about it. She acted surprised at first, then slowly admitted that yes — she had noticed him earlier at the pool, and yes — while dancing he had been brushing a little too close. She said the drinks probably made everything feel more “charged,” and in the cab she just wanted to… test the moment a bit, and ofcourse he didn’t mind it.
I asked her if she ever felt like seeing where things could go, and instead of denying it, she just quietly nodded. Said she wasn’t sure she’d actually go through with anything, but the idea was definitely in her mind. Talking about all this got both of us strangely worked up. I joked — half serious — asking if she wanted to check on him tonight. She hesitated but eventually agreed and went to his room. About thirty minutes later, she texted saying, “All good. I’ll see you at breakfast.” No details. Nothing more leaving me lying in bed alone wondering what exactly “all good” meant