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highway of desire ( part 1 synopsis) :
Madhu, 36, revels in exhibitionism and the thrill of being admired, while her husband Ravindar, 40, not only accepts but encourages her daring desires. During a trip to Kerala, he suggests an unplanned drive to Alleppey and chooses revealing outfits for her, fueling their shared game of temptation. In the hired cab, Madhu boldly flirts with the driver, gradually drawing him into her world of seduction while Ravindar watches with amusement. Their adventure escalates at a roadside tea stall, where Madhu also involves a young shopkeeper, taking her public teasing to dangerous new heights. The journey continues with more daring encounters, including Madhu pleasuring the driver even as he drives, while Ravindar enjoys the thrill of watching. By the time they reach Alleppey, the couple has already decided to invite the driver to join them on a houseboat for the night, sealing their trip as an unforgettable mix of passion, risk, and shared indulgence in their unconventional love.
Boat of desire ( highway of desire – part 2)
As we reached the boat terminal, my husband told me to go and find a two-bedroom boat for an overnight stay. He said he and the driver would join me in about five minutes after a smoke. I understood his cue—he wanted me to check which boat would suit our adventure, which boatmen might be helpful to us, and which ones might like me.
It was almost 3 p.m. Only about six boats were at the terminal. The agent, who seemed to be around 50 and was walking with me, said that most of the boats had already gone into the water since the packages start at 12 p.m. He added that only two boats with two bedrooms were available. He wasn’t paying much attention to me. I told him that I would check both boats before making a choice. He took me to the first boat. It got two rooms and a kitchen. The man on the boat, who must have been around 35, helped me board. He told me the rent and said that if I liked the boat, we could start in about 30 minutes since the cook still had to arrive. He, too, didn’t pay much attention to me.
We went to the next boat. It was a better boat, with a terrace area furnished with chairs and a table. The attender was much friendlier, around 30, looking smart with curly hair and a beard. At least he was smiling and talking to me, though I didn’t feel anything beyond that smile. He spoke to me while looking only into my eyes. He also said that if I agreed, he could have the boat ready in about 20 minutes, as the cook still had to arrive. Since it had a terrace and the attender was at least smiling, I decided to take that boat. After a little bargaining, the rent was finalized. I called my husband to the boat and told him the boat’s name.
I refreshed myself in the room and changed into the shortest cotton shorts and a sleeveless crop top made of delicate banyan material, without any inners. My husband and the driver were sitting on the top of the boat. I stepped out of the room and walked along the narrow path toward the steps to climb up. At that moment, a man around 50, wearing a dhoti and a shirt, was walking toward me from the boat’s entrance. The path was narrow, allowing only one person at a time. He walked up to the entrance of the steps leading to the terrace and waited for me to climb. When I reached the entrance, he greeted me with a smiling, “Good evening,” and introduced himself as the cook. I could see his eyes scanning me. I felt that the night was going to be much more interesting.
I climbed the steps, and he stood there, watching me without moving. His gaze lingered on my bum and the cleavage at the top of my shorts, which didn’t fully cover me. After I reached the terrace, he asked if I would like some coffee. I checked with my husband and the driver and asked him to prepare three coffees. He replied, “Within five minutes, ma’am,” and went away.
There was a round table with four chairs around it, all made of bamboo and made comfortable with red cushions. The driver told me, “You look very sexy.” I thanked him and asked him to sit a little away from the table. With a questioning look on his face, he moved his chair slightly and sat away. I sat on his lap and placed my hand over his neck. Even though he already knew all my naughty ways, this act of mine seemed to surprise him a little—and I loved that look of surprise. My husband was sitting opposite to us. I told my husband to come to the adjacent chair, and he did as I asked. As he moved, I placed both of my feet on his lap and asked him to press them. He began to play with my feet with a romantic smile on his face. They both were talking about the driver’s life and his experiences in Dubai as a driver. I could feel the drivers excited dick stirring beneath me.
Just then, from downstairs beneath the steps, the cook called out, saying the coffee was ready. I told him to bring it upstairs if he could. He replied that he surely would. The driver looked a little uneasy as the cook began climbing the steps. I told the driver to relax and act normal, and with a playful smile I added that I love shocking people. I touched my hubby’s dick with my feet, and as I expected, he got hard. I gave him a wild smile.
The cook came up carrying three cups of coffee on a tray, and the moment his eyes fell on us, he froze. His face showed pure confusion, as if he had stepped into a dream he couldn’t quite believe. Still, he carefully placed the cups on the table, his hands moving slower than usual, his eyes darting back at me again and again. With a mischievous smile, I broke the silence. “This is my hubby,” I said, pointing at my husband. I didn’t introduce the driver—I let the silence hang there on purpose. The cook’s curious eyes shifted toward the driver, trying to make sense of it. My hubby casually shook hands with him, but the cook’s attention was still stuck on the unanswered question.
Finally, with obvious inquisitiveness, he asked me who the driver was. I laughed and told him to guess. More confused, he admitted, “I can’t make it.” Smiling, I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll explain later. We’ve got a whole night to talk.” As I said that, I slowly guided the driver’s hand to my breasts. The cook’s eyes locked on me, his look turning heavy with lust.
The cook cleared his throat softly and asked if we wanted some snacks for the evening. I asked him what he could make. In a low voice, he replied that he could make either onion pakoda or egg bajji. As he spoke, I leaned toward the driver and murmured, just loud enough for the cook to hear, “Press my boobs harder.” Without hesitation, driver’s hand tightened around me, and I let out a faint, deliberate sigh.
The cook’s eyes betrayed him—he was caught in the act of watching, his face frozen somewhere between shock and fascination. For a moment he stood there, completely still, his words hanging unfinished in the air. I looked at him with a teasing smile, pretending as if nothing unusual was happening. “What were you saying?” I asked sweetly. Almost startled back to himself, he swallowed hard and repeated, “I… I can make onion pakoda… or egg bajji,” his voice thinner this time, as though every word cost him effort. I told him if we needed we will let you know. I felt his hard-on dick behind the fold of his dhoti. The way he climbed down made it clear that he was struggling hard to hide his erection.
As he climbed down, I got up from the lap of the driver and removed my shorts. I was standing in the grey daylight, half nude, with my wet pussy. I told the driver to lick me as I climbed and sat over the table. The driver was all hungry, licking me so wildly; again, he proved that he is a pro in that. My hubby started to suck my boobs. They both were doing it in great harmony. The boat went into the canal. My trip on the backwaters started as I got a new mouth under my pussy and the known mouth of my hubby over my boobs.
I reached my high — that was the second time since noon. The driver tasted me fully and got up, saying that he would refresh and come. He climbed down the stairs to the room. I got up from the table, kneeled before my hubby, unzipped him, and looked deeply into his eyes. I locked his eyes with mine as I slowly began to suck him sweetly. The evening breeze was flowing. I could see the high in my hubby’s eyes. I teased his dick, bit it lightly, and licked it slowly. I found his asshole and started to finger him as I sucked him more deeply. He was holding my head so tightly. He started to fuck my face, calling me all kinds of bad names. I drank him fully and got up. We had such a lovely kiss of our life on that terrace of that boat.
Hubby asked me to join him for a bath, but I said I’d take it later and told him to go refresh himself first. We both came down from the terrace. He went into our bedroom while I wandered to the front side of the boat. To my surprise, there was a new guy at the wheel — maybe in his early twenties. The man I’d paid earlier was nowhere to be seen. This new guy greeted me with a smile. I sat on the side bench near him and asked about the person I’d given the money to. He told me that was the owner, and he had gone home. Usually, the owner doesn’t come along for boating — someone else always drives. He said there are plenty of boat drivers in Alleppey like him.
He looked thin, wearing a loose shirt and pants. His hair was long, and in the breeze it flowed wildly. Suddenly, the sun broke out of the clouds — the first sunlight I was witnessing from the morning. The yellow rays gave his hair and face a soft glow. He had a sharp, long nose and a clean-shaven face without a trace of hair.
I broke the silence by asking him more about himself. He introduced himself as Mathew, said he did this job part-time, and that he was in his first year of undergrad. So I asked, “Are you twenty-one?” He laughed and said, “Yes, exactly twenty-one.” Once again, I caught him looking at me with a lot of desire. This time he quickly said sorry and turned back to the wheel.
I told him, “It’s no issue… actually, you’re fifteen years younger than me, so I really felt happy that someone younger is admiring me. You can look at me, no problem.” He turned towards me and said, “You’re broad-minded,” and reached out his hand for a shake. I smiled and said, “I’ll shake your hand if you let me touch your hair.” He smiled shyly and said, “Sure… why not.” I then shook his hand and got up from the bench.
He was standing before the wheel with the wide lake stretching out in front of him. I went behind him and combed his hair from the back. I noticed how smooth, curly, and brownish it was and told him it felt nice and gentle. He thanked me without turning around. I asked if I could comb it for a while, and he replied that I could as I wish till we came across another boat or if someone from inside come out. I asked if he liked it, and he said he loved it.
I kept combing his hair slowly, my fingers lingering as I gently massaged his head. As I moved closer, the space between us disappeared, and I could feel my boobs pressing softly against his back. Neither of us spoke, but the silence itself felt heavy and alive. He leaned back into me, letting his body rest against mine. My hands slid from his hair down to his arms, where I held him gently by the elbow.
I murmured in his ear, asking if I could kiss it. He murmured yes. I slowly started teasing his ear with my tongue and lips. He murmured that he was getting goosebumps. The way his body moved while I was kissing made me feel that he knew dance. so I asked him if he knew dancing. To my surprise, he told me that he was learning salsa in Ernakulam, with two classes a week. He said he had been taking classes for almost two years. I said I didn’t know anything about dance, but I loved it, though my hubby doesn’t know how to dance. He didn’t reply to that. I asked if he would dance with me. He replied that after it got dark, they would park the boat in a lane, and after that, we could give it a try. I said thanks and hugged him from behind.
He took my hands and kissed my fingers. I played with his face using my fingers. He asked me if he could kiss me. I told him he could, but I hadn’t washed my mouth after sucking my hubby, and asked if that was okay for him. He suddenly turned towards me and grabbed my mouth hard. He kissed me like a raging fire. It was a long, wild kiss. He was devouring my tongue, and I took his tongue fully. As I moved my hands down, I felt the strength of his cock. to his tiny body it is unmatchable. not a monster, but a thick one. His hand slipped lower, bold and searching under my shorts, and the heat of his touch over my pussy sent shivers through me. He brought his lips close to my ear and murmured, his voice thick with hunger, that he loved the bitch in me.
I asked him how he knew that I had a “bitch” in me. He murmured back that the cook had told him about me on the terrace of the boat. I felt a little scared and asked if he would tell everyone once we got back to land. He said he was from a nearby village, and no one would take his words seriously. Even he hadn’t really believed it when the cook told him, so I didn’t need to worry.
I asked him if there was no need to hold the wheel all the way across the lake. He said there was no need to hold it all the time and started to finger me deeply. He moved closer, and I could feel the heat of his presence. Every small brush of his hand sent shivers down my spine, and the air between us seemed to hum with tension. I held his dick more firmly, squeezed it, and told him that I might come soon and he should stop. He said, “Let you come—so what?” I said that if I come, it would be the third time for the day. The moment I mentioned the number of times, he went wild, pressing himself closer and kissing me with even more intensity. His breath was ragged and fierce. And he increased the speed of his fingers. I held his dick and told him that if I come, he would have to help me with bathing. He said, “For sure, after we stop the boat on the lane.” “Then kiss me more, my man,” I told him.
That was the first time someone so young twenty one years old had touched me and my pussy. His body was slight, but the way he held me , kissed me and fingerd me felt wild and new. The intensity of the moment left me completely overwhelmed. I reached my peak again. He took out his fingers and licked my juice infront of me. I kissed him patiently and told him, “You are mind-blowing.” That was the moment we heard the bedroom door open in the distance. He went back to the wheel, and I just sat on the side bench. The driver walked in.
The driver came and sat next to me. I took his hands and placed them on my bare left thigh. He told me that he was witnessing a special day in his life. I told him that it was a special day for me too. I asked the Mathew to get some tea for us. He went to the kitchen, ordered the tea, and came back.
My hubby, in his shorts and t-shirt, came and sat on the other side of me. I took his hand and placed it on my right thigh. Hubby looked at me in surprise and pointed at the boat driver at the wheels. I told him that it was already taken care of. He said, “You are really going crazy today, and I love it.”
The day was coming to an end, but the desire in me was growing stronger. The darkness of the night was slowly falling from the sky. I told them in general, “Guys, find some drinks; I will go and see what’s for dinner in the kitchen.” I walked toward the kitchen with a slow walk and a wandering, mischievous dirty mind.
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