The rough sand dug into Katt's knees as she painstakingly scraped away grains from what appeared to be a large, man-made vessel. Its meaning was clear. Dravidians had lived here. The bones had not been from some unfortunate wanderer. The vessel gave credence to the fact that sometime around the 3rd millennium, when the Dravidian's were invaded by other Indo-European tribes, some of them had fled to the Thar Desert. Here, they had lived primitively as compared to the near splendour they had enjoyed in the Indus Valley. She felt a sadness at their plight. How they must have suffered, before the elements finally killed them, or drove them away. Nevertheless, this had been their home.
Katt adjusted her position and let her mind wander as she worked.
She knew that Ted was aware that fellatio had been prevalent in India in ancient times. He also was aware that currently, sodomy was the favoured sex act. What would her husband say if he knew she had let herself be initiated into wanton lust last night, by Hunter?
Hunter… It was odd, this feeling she had about him. He had been a good lover. Not a great lover as she had expected. Just good.
At lunch time, Katt was eating alone, as usual, when Sandor approached her very respectfully. He bowed. She caught the whispered word, 'auparishtaka'. That was the word for mouthing a man's lingum, his cock, wasn't it? Sandor wanted her to go down on him? Then, Katt caught the word 'jaghana'. Sandor wanted to give her head!
Heart aflutter, Katt cast a sidelong look in her husband's direction.
He was out of sight, down in the trench.
Katt had her mouth open, ready to say no, but thought better of it. Why not? Ted wouldn't even notice her absence. She motioned for Sandor to follow her to the jeep and said, "Home."
It was a word that Sandor knew well, and when he heard it, he smiled broadly. The jeep roared to life and they sped away in a cloud of dust.
Upon arriving at the hut, Katt sent her ayah-female servant-to the communal well. Bhadra spoke broken English. But she understood perfectly that mem-sahib wished to be alone with Sandor.
Taking his time, Sandor removed her shirt. He kissed Katt's earlobes and neck. He licked her shoulders. The bra was cast aside. His kisses covered her breasts and he nibbled deliciously on her taut nipples. His hands rubbed the skin of her back as he gently continued to bite her flesh.
Reading the Indian sex guide, Kama Sutra, had hardly prepared Katt for the actual arousal of this simple act of nibbling and biting of the skin. Her whole being seemed to be filling with passion beneath his seductive foreplay. As Katt felt the eager affection coming from Sandor, she loosened up to him. Although his hands were rough, they gently caressed her.
Throat dry, Katt felt a dizzying current of desire race through her as Sandor's hand cupped her cunt. There was a practiced ease about Sandor that intensified her response. Katt arched her back beneath his strokes. Even the hot desert air seemed electrified.
Katt heard herself moan and felt Sandor ease her crossways of the bed, on her back. Her eyes followed him as he aimed his huge, pulsing erection directly over her head. He leaned over. Katt opened her mouth, expecting him to insert his penis in it, but it missed and bumped her neck.
Sandor's capable hands grasped her waist and lifted.
"Ahhhh," Katt gasped as she felt herself swept upward. Blood rushed to her head as Sandor once again stood upright, holding her upside down.
Automatically, Katt wrapped her legs around his head. His hardened passion pole bobbed squarely in front of her lips. Her heartbeat throbbed wildly in her ears.
Sandor lowered his head. His tongue began to lick the pink prettiness between her legs. The delicacy, he found meticulously clean, and spicy smelling. The tip of his tongue teased around the clitoris, sticking it with saliva and wetting the golden fringe above.
Excitement caused Katt's pussy to lubricate itself even more. It caused her nipples to stand hard and the surrounding flesh to pucker. It caused a delightful shiver of desire and her mouth to open and suck his member in.
Highly aware of the strength and warmth of the Indian, Katt felt a kindling of fire in her midsection as he used all his power and undeniable talent to arouse her to orgasm. She sucked heartily on the sweet, musky, intoxicating cock. Her limbs trembled as she clung to him.
Hands clamped on his buttocks, Katt pulled on his hips, taking Sandor's entire pulsing length down her throat. At first, she gagged, but she kept trying.
Sandor found it difficult to hold onto the squirming mem-sahib. Her golden muff tickled his nose. Her pussy nectar was unsurpassed. And now her untutored mouth was running mad on his prick. Her fingers worked his nut sacs. She would be fabulous with a little training. As it was, she already had his cock dribbling pre-cum and he was ready to splash tartar sauce in her mouth!
Wrought up, Katt felt a steamy heat permeate her. And then, her clit went forcefully twitchy. Unable to do anything but enjoy her own pleasure, Katt pulled her mouth off Sandor's big prick.
Sandor, in turn, pushed his tongue into her hot pussy and twirled it around, tasting her juices. They were sweet and highly arousing. Due to long training in the sexual arts, he held off his own orgasm. Her exclamations of delight and her wildly twisting gyrations pleased him.
He ate her out until the passionate fluttering of her clit stopped altogether.
Oddly gentle and caring, Sandor lowered her down on the bed.
Katt looked at Sandor and spoke to him, even though she knew he would not understand. "When I read the Kama Sutra, I did not understand why you people of India seemed to have so many standing positions for making love." Her lips bowed in a satisfied smile. "Now, I understand."
She raised her arms to him. "You didn't climax."
Sandor came down on the bed beside her, his throbbing cock incredibly stiff and seeping juices. He stretched full length on his back, his legs only inches apart. By gesture and pressure on her body parts, he indicated that he wished her to mount him.
Unlike most American males, Indian men supposedly appreciate the aggressive female. Feeling undue excitement, Katt crouched above her Indian lover.
Copious juices flowed from his manly cockhead now. She reached down to steady it.
His dark eyes had a blazing, faraway look in them.
She could not help but wonder at her reasons for enjoying this man so much more than she had enjoyed Hunter. Sandor had neither the athletic body of Hunter, nor the handsome features. But he sure knew what to do to please a woman-a pussy. Not that Hunter hadn't been good. He had, but Sandor was excellent. He seemed to ooze sexual excitement, while at the same time was gentle and considerate, caring for her pleasure before his own.
Slowly, Katt lowered herself over Sandor's thick-stemmed prick. She did not realize that it was her own look of enthrallment that was mirrored in her lover's face.
An electric shock scorched through his loins when her tight cunt sank down over his meat. As if she knew the position well, the mem-sahib's knees bent parallel to Sandor's sides, and without any assistance from him, she began to ride his cock. Sandor uttered a groan of desire, placed a hand at each side of her narrow waist and assisted her in gliding up and down his iron prong.
Not worrying if she was doing it right, Katt simply rode him to please herself. His bulky prick made her flesh throb. Her syrupy cunt clutched at his dick. She began to roll her hips on his big phallus as she bounced up and down. Good Lord, how she loved to fuck!
Beneath her, Sandor breathed harsh and heavy, his chest rose and fell at a rapid rate. His hips thrust as he drove up into her descending, superslick pussy. Her own body movements became more frantic.
Of a sudden, Sandor's hands left her hips. One stroked and fondled her breasts and gently pinched her passion-swollen nipples. The other manipulated her clit.
"Aaahhhh! Oh, God, do it… Make me cum! Fuck me! Drive it in me! I love your cock, Sandor! Give me all of it!"
Her back arched, her head flew back; Katt strained for her orgasm. Her face was a twisted mask of passion.
Sandor timed the squeeze of her nipples and her clit at the same instant as he felt his balls explode in ecstasy. His prick powerfully hammered her gyrating, sucking cunt.
"Quite a show."
Cumming, choking with surprise and passion, the heat of fear in her jerking body, Katt whipped herself off Sandor's cock to squarely face the intruder.
"Hunter!"
"In the flesh," he drawled, regarding her from deceptively lazy-lidded eyes.
"Get out of here!"
"Uh uh!" He shook his head. "Send your lover away. I want to talk to you."
An icy fear overcame her and spread through her as Hunter spoke sharply to Sandor.
Sandor replied just as sharply, got off the bed and stepped forward to confront Hunter.
Menacingly, Hunter shoved away from the wall. They stood nose to nose, toe to toe, one fully clothed and devastatingly handsome, one naked and common looking.
For one insane moment, Katt thought the two men were going to come to blows. Grasping the sheet around her, she bounded off the bed and grasped Sandor's arm, pulling him away from Hunter. She handed him his clothes and motioned that he should go.
Katt could tell by his dark scowl that Sandor didn't like being sent away. Still, she didn't see what else she could do. But when he left the room, she turned her anger on Hunter.
"How dare you walk into my home without knocking!"
"You forget that my money is paying for this roof over your head," he replied with maddening calm.
"That doesn't give you a right to…"
"Shut up!" He eyed her for a long moment. "Ted know you have a thing going with his servant?"
"No! And he doesn't know about my affair with you either," she said defiantly.
Sandor hovered just outside the doorway, ready to intervene if the sahib raised a finger to the mem-sahib.
"Maybe he should."
"You can't!"
"Can't I!"
"If you want to take revenge on me-because of Sandor-then do it, but have the decency to leave Ted out of it."
"Why should I? Ted can't get verbal with me. I'm his only financial source, and he will never do anything to jeopardize the dig."
Katt that what Hunter said was true. Ted would never jeopardize the dig. It was not wounded pride, or even the embarrassment of facing up to what she had done that made her beg. She loved Ted, and she did not want him hurt by learning of her cheating. Not from Hunter. Not this way. If he had to know, she wanted to be the one to tell him. Terrible regrets assailed her.
"Please, Hunter… Don't bring Ted into this. Let it remain between you and me."
Lazily this time, sure of himself, he pushed himself away from the doorway and with two strides was standing before her. He jerked the sheet away from her body.
Sandor was through the doorway in a flash. Katt gasped, tried to cover herself with her hands and wave Sandor off at the same time.
Hunter, although he ignored the servant, took a couple of steps back from Katt. He eyed her dispassionately. "I've already seen all you've got." He tilted his head. "So has he. Ted would be interested to know that we have fucked you," he added nastily.
Shaking her head vigorously, her face pale, Katt felt a lump in her throat choke her. Her pleading eyes filled with tears.
Immune to her humiliation, Hunter's eyes held an expression of satisfaction,. His voice was stern, with no vestige of sympathy in its demand.
"Ted is onto a major find. You will turn over to me all artifacts you uncover-immediately."
"I can't do that!"
"You will!"
"The Indian government…"
"Does not need to know exactly what you find. Lie to them! Give them just enough to keep them convinced that they are getting it all. If you don't, I will have nothing to lose by telling Ted how his loving wife spends her lunch hour."
Katt began to shake uncontrollably. Hunter was blackmailing her!
"You deliberately set me up for this, so I couldn't refuse to help you steal from my husband!" she charged bitterly.
Sandor? Was he involved? She looked at the Indian. No. She could never believe that. Everything about him said that he wanted to grab Hunter and throw him out.
Hunter grinned. "That's right. Now get dressed. I'm going to drive you to the site and you are going to tag the three items that were found this morning. Then, you are going to place them in my hands for safe transport to-Delhi."
The way he stressed Delhi told Katt that they were not destined for the capital at all. What was he going to do with them? Smuggle them out of India? Sell them to museums and pocket the money?
Ted-all his work, all recognition for his two long years of struggle, of untold hours of searching-gone! He'd be wiped out by this man standing before her. Why had she not listened to her instincts before jumping into bed with Hunter?
"Is this why you popped out of nowhere to pick up the financing of the dig when the grant was up? So you could smuggle the artifacts out and make a fortune selling them? Hunter, please don't do this. Ted has worked so hard. He at least deserves credit for his discoveries. Some of these things are priceless. You can share the credit. Just don't deny him, not when he is so close…"
"Charming, the caring wife pleading for her husband," he taunted sarcastically. "Why should you give a damn?"
His tone was nasty, and perhaps she deserved it, but in her eyes, his remarks made the man into a mouse. Curiously, Katt eyed Hunter. This was what she had sensed about him deep inside herself. There was nothing about Hunter now that appealed to her in the least. She did not think he was handsome. She didn't admire him. She didn't respect him.
And she did not fear him. However, there was a cold, terrible anger building in her.
She began to pull on her clothes. "If you want everything dated, tagged and treated, it will take me well into the night. No reputable museum will deal with you unless you can tell them how old the artifact is."
"I have some important calls to make. I'll be out first thing in the morning, and I'll expect everything to be ready."
Katt gave him a curt nod and strode past Hunter, caught Sandor by the hand and walked to the jeep with him.
Thinking, Katt was silent on the drive to the dig. Sandor kept muttering to himself and patting her leg. When the jeep stopped before the tent, she gave Sandor a pat on the shoulder to let him know she was all right. Then she got out.
Katt sprinted across the sand and jumped down into the trench.
"Ted!" She ran toward her husband, and saw him glance up with a surprised look on his face.
Ted knew she was not the kind of woman to show alarm. His wife's face was flushed, and there was a wild look about her eyes.
Heart hammering in her chest like war drums, she said, "Come with me!"
Without one word of argument, Ted rose and followed her. She led him back to the tent.
"Tell Sandor to stand guard and let no one in," she said.
Ted, never having seen his wife so distressed, so worked up, did as she asked, wondering what the hell was up.
There, in the heat of the desert, beneath the shade of the tent, Katt quietly told her husband about her sexual escapades, leaving nothing out. Her voice breaking now and then, was the only sign of her emotional despair.
Ted took her in his arms and held her. Was he dreaming? God, how he wanted to make love to her now-right now!
Katt clenched her jaw to kill the sob in her throat. Through her tangled black misery, she realized that her husband's cock was rock hard and pressing against her belly. Then, Ted was speaking.
"Darling, there has been such a dreadful misunderstanding between us. I believed you wouldn't understand my driving need for sex. And all the time, you were wanting it as badly as I. How unhappy, how miserable you must have been all this time! I'll make it up to you, I promise." He rocked her in his arms.
Katt began to cry softly.
Suddenly, it struck the professor that something else was dreadfully wrong. He held her slightly away from him, gazing down at her. "What drove you to confess this now, darling?"
Katt swallowed hard and wiped away the tears with the back of her hand.
Her surprise and admiration for Ted veered sharply to burning anger for Hunter.
She spat out the word, "Hunter is blackmailing me! He is not going to get away with it!"
She regretted her words, because Ted lost his erection. But she was determined to leave nothing out.
"That bastard!" Ted flew into a rage. He paced back and forth in the tent with a vicious look of anger contorting his face.
Seeing this side of him scared her. It was a few seconds before she ventured to speak. "It was Hunter's own suggestion. He said that if we make a major find, I should lie to the authorities, tell them it was some minor thing. I plan to do the same thing to Hunter. If he comes around, don't tell him the truth about what you might have discovered.
In that way, we'll be able to hold him off until we decide what to do."
"He won't know that I know about any of this, so he won't suspect me of holding out," Ted said thoughtfully. "However, he could question the workers."
"They are loyal to you. Speak to them! Tell them what we suspect, if you have to, to gain their cooperation."
Still angry, Ted nodded, his fists balled at his sides.
"This is all my fault. I'm sorry Ted-so sorry," Katt said with deep regret in her tone.
"It's my fault too," Ted declared. "I should have understood your needs better." Ted came to her then and took her in his arms again. "I'm not angry with you for doing it with Sandor-or even Hunter. While you were in the states, I fucked Bhadra."
"You did?" Katt's eyes were wide with astonishment.
He nodded. "This is erotic India, Katt. Surely you know of the Kama Sutra, even if you haven't read it."
"I know it." Katt admitted huskily. "I've read it from cover to cover a few times."
His expression softened and his eyes began to sparkle. "Sandor is into the Kama Sutra pretty heavily. Which position did he use with you?"
Katt blushed nervously. "Reciprocal oral sex, I think it's called, in a standing position."
"I'll bet that was something to see! Did you lick his cock, suck it until he came in your mouth?"
Astounded to hear her husband speak so openly about the intimate details of her trysts, Katt felt his cock grow hard against her belly again. Ted was becoming aroused!
She whispered, "Yes."
"Did Sandor eat your pussy until you came in his mouth?"
"Ted, why do you want to know?" she asked with a groan of remorse.
"Feel." He drew her hand down to his crotch. "Tell me all about it, darling, please. How else did our Sandor fuck you?"
Despite her rattled state, Katt felt her pussy respond moistly to her husband's stiffness and to his intimate questions.
"On the way from the air strip, we did it doggy-style."
Quickly crossing to the door of the tent, Ted took the flap down and lashed it in place. Then, he turned back to his wife.
"Pull your pants down. Show me how you bent over and spread yourself for Sandor. Bend over the table."
With unreasoning excitement, Katt eagerly complied with her husband's wishes. She could not believe that Ted was being so open-minded about her affairs. Open-minded hell! He had gotten so horny during her "confession" that it appeared he was going to fuck her himself.
Just before Katt turned to drape her torso across the table, she had the exciting thrill of seeing Ted pull his prick out and stroke the big tool with his hand.
Ted's lust-filled gaze impacted with her pouty, sexy pussy, which was enticingly cupped between her velvety thighs. The labia were closed, but he could see lovejuices glistening on them.
Katt felt her husband move up behind her. His big finger touched her lips, opened them wide. "God, baby, you've got a tempting cunt." He slid a finger into her moistness.
"Did Sandor lick your pussy before he fucked it?"
"Uh…" Katt could not remember if he had or not. But, she wanted her husband to do it, so she replied, "Yes, he did!"
"Baby," he groaned. There was a shaky intensity in Ted's voice. "Did he lick your sweet pussy like this?"
"Oh, God, yes, darling." Katt's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her husband's warm breath on her flesh. When his broad, wet tongue took long laps, making obscene licking sounds, Katt grew tremendously excited.
"I'm going to tongue-fuck you. Cum in my mouth, baby," the professor moaned as he stabbed his stiff tongue into the saturated slit. His long nose pressed against her anus; he sniffed the heady aroma of his wife's asshole. God damn! How many times had he dreamed of eating her sweet pussy out like this? He had been an idiot to believe that she would be shocked and repulsed. His love for her had held him in check.
Now, Ted's tongue went wild on her cunt. He shoved his nose against her asshole, and his tongue up her twat. Manually, his fingers stimulated her clit. A pussy epicurean, Ted munched her cunt until she came. Then he devoured her juices greedily.
"Eat me." Katt begged, her fingers digging at the wood of the table.
Her ass went into perpetual motion like Ixion's wheel.
Unable to deny himself, Ted pulled his nose out of her ass and his tongue out of her cunt.
"Baby, I've got to screw you!"
"Do it! Fuck me, darling!" she cried, wanting her husband desperately.
Much as Katt had learned about her husband in the last few minutes, she was nevertheless staggered to feel his cock head press against her lewdly. Yes, her own husband, was going to take her!
He grasped her by the thighs, stretched her apart, nearly lifting her feet off the ground.
Taking her breath away, Ted slid the head of his cock into her open gash.
"Ahhh, darling… oh, yes, fuck me there, like that, like Hunter did."
She felt her husband's cock jerk in her hot pussy as he steadily drove it into her. Ted definitely got aroused whenever she mentioned what she had let other men do to her.
"Oh, God, Ted, the way Hunter fucked me was such a delicious pleasure.
He shoved his big cock into my love tunnel… took me from behind… fucked my lovehole like the very first time ever. But not as magnificently as you are, darling!"
"Keep talking, baby. I love it! I love sliding my prick in and out of your hot cunt, while you tell me how another man did it to you!"
Katt rotated her rear on her husband's tentpole; her head wagged from side to side.
"Hunter told me he found the sight of my smooth white thighs swallowing his prick, very exciting. Do you, darling?"
"How could I not," Ted groaned, and slid his finger down to circle her clit.
"This is a wonderful, wondrous fuck, Ted, and I love it," Katt gasped, feeling herself lurch closer to climax.
"Oh, God, baby. I've wanted to fuck you for so long." The admission was dredged from deep within Ted. He rammed and ground harder into her lovehole.
"I wish you had!"
"There were so many times-when you'd bend over…" He felt her ass cheeks squeeze around his dick and drove his huge cock deep into her hair-rimmed pussy.
"Ted!" Katt screamed, in raw passion.
As his explosive climax splattered inside her, he uttered a series of intense grunts.
Katt's cunt seemed to burst wide open in a series of hot sparks. Her pussy climaxed at the same instant, clenching Ted's dick in racking spasms.
Ted gave a deafening groan of erotic rapture and sludged her love canal with what seemed like barrels of sperm. Leaning over her back, he held her snugly as she continued to orgasm. Ted kissed her neck and nuzzled his face against her hair.
Panting, Katt finally quieted beneath her husband. "Darling… what on earth can we ever do to top this?" she asked.
He chuckled with sheer joy. "I'm looking forward to showing you!"
His mood was infectious. Katt's laugh was low, throaty. "I'm looking forward to finding out."
"I'll be home early," he promised, pulling his flaccid cock out of her juicy body.
Katt turned, slid her arms around her husband's neck and kissed him lovingly. "Darling, I want you to know how much this has meant to me.
The way you took it so well… the way you loved me. You aren't angry with Sandor?"
"No. He has better sense than I do apparently. And I'm not angry with you either. I'm just as guilty of cheating as you are," he reminded her. "Maybe even more so. I promise I will make a full confession later. Right now, I had better dispatch Sandor to Hydurabad with a cable."
At her puzzled look, Ted explained. "I'll wire the authorities in Delhi of our 'suspicions' about Hunter. Suggest they do a background check on him. If he does get away from here with anything, they will be able to pick him up at the airstrip or on the road."
"We won't have to tell them how we know of Hunter's plot, will we?"
"No. We'll simply word our suspicions strongly. The rest will be up to them."
"But… if they do arrest him, what will happen to the dig? He is financing it, after all."
Ted rubbed his day-old beard. "We have proof enough of a major discovery in the offing here," he indicated the glass case, "to warrant university interest again. There should be no question of another, larger grant."
"And if Hunter is arrested for smuggling artifacts out of India, he will be unable to protest our switching back to university funds."
"True."
"Then we have to wait to see what occurs with Hunter before we contact the university?"
Ted nodded. He gave his wife a long look. "What are you going to do if Hunter insists that you go to bed with him again?"
"I'm going to refuse of course!"
"If he threatens to tell me?"
Katt shook her head. "I don't think he will. He needs my cooperation to whisk the artifacts out from under your nose. Without it, you would soon become aware of their disappearance and begin to ask questions. He has no control over you, only me-he thinks."
"That's true." Ted gave Katt a kiss. "I love you madly. Expect me home at six on the dot. I have some exciting things to show you."
He grinned and lowered his gaze. "Would you look at that? The damned thing is going to be insatiable from now on."
Katt giggled. "Will wonders never cease!"
Ted playfully smacked her on the butt and reminded her that she had no pants on.
Swiftly, she pulled her trousers up and watched her husband raise the tent flap and step outside. For sure, Ted would have no trouble gaining Sandor's cooperation. The Indian had not taken kindly to Hunter.