Gripping my waist with her legs, my beloved bounced up and down on me causing the water to boil around us, sending small tidal waves across the pool. Maya was hugging me around my neck, her head bent forward, her lips locked onto mine forcing my head back, her tits rubbing on my chest. We were both grunting and moaning as we neared our climax.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you cum inside me, but I don’t care any longer because I want your baby, I want you to make me a mommy again.”
Still wrapped around me I carried her through the water and laid her down in the shallows on one of the wide steps. Releasing myself from her we both stretched out, facing each other our lips and bodies pressed tightly together. We continued to kiss and make love until the heat from the sun began to fade, forcing us to take our romantic interlude up into the bedroom.
Monday morning when I came down for breakfast, Maya was still in her short satin nightgown. I put my arms around her waist and as she inclined her head so that I could kiss her neck. I moved my hands up to her breasts, she turned within my arms and we kissed passionately. The rest of the week was similar, I would kiss and fondle her in the morning, at night we would sleep together and make love.
Friday, our last evening together, we lay on the sofa making out when Maya excused herself saying.
“There is something I need to do upstairs, I’ll be back shortly.”
It was some thirty minutes before I heard her coming back down the stairs and when she entered the room I was shocked beyond belief. Maya was dressed in her silk wedding saree, the complete outfit, jewelry and all, exactly as her wedding photograph showed. I had never seen her wear this saree before, in fact I didn’t know she kept it. The jewelry now that was a different matter, she must have taken the case from my father’s drawer and was wearing all of it. Every piece was gold, loaded with precious stones, I have never seen jewelry like it. Literally adorned from head to toe with a massive necklace set, nose rings, bracelet and bangles up both arms, with a ring on every finger and toe.
Bare footed she walked across the room, turned on the CD player with the strains of a sitar she began to dance. Gracefully she began to remove her jewelry, the nose rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings and the rings from her fingers. Only the toe rings remained. As she continued to dance Maya began to unwind her saree wrapping it across her arm as she took up the slack until the saree was completely removed. Beneath she was naked and continued to dance erotically in front of me until the music stopped. Maya sat on my lap placed my hand on her breast, kissed me passionately and said.
“Now I belong to you, do with me as you wish.”
The whole sequence was strange, but in her mind I think she was, not divorcing my father, but un-marrying him, acting as if they had never been married in the first place. Maya considered she was throwing the jewelry back in his face, and discarding the ceremonial wedding dress she wore on that occasion. In the bedroom we spent our last night together, not knowing when our next opportunity to be together this way would arise. Our fate was in the hands of the gods.