The Australian Summer

The Australian Summer - Chapter 12

Welcome dear reader! We've reached the final chapter of The Australian Summer.

Recap - The flannel shirt from the Blue Mountains gave Ankit the undeniable proof that he was looking for, forcing Isha to admit the affair with Cooper. To save his relationship, their marriage, and their families' reputation, a distraught Ankit came up with "the system". Initially resistant, Isha finally accepted it when she heard that Ankit was interested in pursuing Jihyun, his gamer friend. Isha thought it was a fair balance. Isha and Ankit got married. But it wasn't too long before Isha leveraged 'the system' to her benefit. On the wedding night itself Isha sent Ankit to play games, while she stripped her bridal ornaments for Cooper one by one. The marriage was consummated, but not by the groom. Let's see now what their lives look like now, two months into the future.

~BhagiRath

PART I - THE NEW NORMAL

TWO MONTHS AFTER THE WEDDING

Cooper's Apartment, Sydney, Australia

Isha's alarm went off at 5:45 AM. She reached over to silence it. She was almost out of the bed when she felt Ankit's fingers close around her wrist.

"Stay."

His voice was soft, as always. She looked at him. Her Ankit. Herhusband.

"But Ankit," she said, keeping her voice gentle too. "I have to get ready for the gym..."

"Please," he said. "Just skip it, na? Just for today."

Isha looked at him. He never asked...not this directly...not recently. It must've taken him a lot of guts to even do this today.

She continued looking at him, thinking about him. And then she leaned in and kissed him. Fully, on the lips.

"Okay," she whispered. "Let me text Coop."

Ankit smiled and nodded.

Isha typed up the text. [GM! PLS GO WITHOUT ME TODAY. ANKIT WANTS TO SPEND MORNING TOGETHER. SORRY!]

Three dots appeared immediately. Isha waited.

[FINE.]

That's all, nothing more. No warmth. She could feel his irritation through the screen.

She was tempted to write sorry again, promise to him that she'd make up for it. But she didn't.

She put the phone down and looked at Ankit. He was staring at her, patient expression.

---

Ankit was on top, moving slowly, kissing her shoulder. Isha ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes were closed...she was focusing on the warmth and the intimacy.

Ankit settled between her legs...familiar, comfortable.

"I love you," he whispered, and then he was kissing her.

Isha kissed him back, her hand sliding up his back. They kissed for a few minutes when Ankit moved his hand down, between them. She felt his fingers at her entrance, testing, checking to make sure she was ready. Ankit was always considerate like that.

Then he pushed himself inside her. Slow. Her body accepted him automatically. There was no stretch, no resistance. No shock of fulness that made her gasp. Just...Ankit. Inside her.

He began to move, his hips rolling in that gentle, recurring rhythm that she knew very well. In and out. He was kissing her shoulder again, breathing humid air against her collar bone. His breathing was heavy, but steady.

Isha tried to focus on Ankit. On the man she loved. And married. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, trying to feel more. Trying to feel something beyond the gentle, pleasant warmth that kept going up and down...but never peaked.

His pace increased slightly, his breathing was becoming heavier. She could feel the tension in his shoulders, his movements were becoming a bit more urgent. He was getting close.

Isha faked a moan, arching her back a bit. "Ankit..."

She hated faking, but since their arrival back in Sydney Ankit had been a bit...fragile.

The worst part wasn't the faking. It was how easy it had become. How her body knew exactly what sounds to make, when to arch, when to grip his shoulders tighter.

She suspected he hadn't fully realized what 'the system' would entail when he proposed it. And now that he was living it, every day it was a new shock for him.

That's why this sex was so important, and why she stayed back this morning. She wanted to give him the confidence boost.

The system works. It has to.

Ankit thrust deep one last time. The fake moan had worked. He groaned as he came. Isha felt the warmth spreading inside her.

He didn't pull out.

Isha wasn't mad at him. She didn't even mind, in fact. She was just surprised.

She looked at him.

"Did you just..."

"Uh...yeah," Ankit said, panting heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead. "We said we'd try, right?"

Ankit rolled off her, still panting.

Isha looked at the ceiling. Yes, they had talked about trying for kids. It was right after a video call with his mom was asking when they would give her "good news".

They talked later and Ankit thought it was a good idea, but Isha certainly did not want to bring a kid into this messy equation between her, Cooper and Ankit. But she didn't say that to him. She was too scared to rock the boat too much.

And now, Ankit seemed to be assuming she was ready to have kids. Isha made a mental note to take her pill this morning, she'd been a bit inconsistent for the last few weeks.

After a few minutes of silence, Ankit spoke again.

"Did you come?" he asked.

Isha thought about telling him the truth. But then chose to make him happy.

"What do you think?" She rolled over to his side and put her hands around his neck and gave him a deep, wet kiss.

Ankit got the answer he was looking for.

After a few minutes he kissed her forehead and headed to the shower. "Need to get ready for work."

She lay there, staring at he ceiling, listening to the shower run. She picked up the phone.

No new messages.

---

About an hour later, Ankit was ready to head out.

He and Isha had a pleasant breakfast. A healthy one. Isha had gotten him to agree to try improving his food habits. Got him to promise to reduce take out. And to eat what she made for him. He was reluctant at first, but Ankit finally agreed to her terms.

So after a breakfast comprising masala oats and two boiled eggs, fruit and then a cup of coffee, shared with his beautiful wife, Ankit was ready to leave for work.

As he was about to leave, he turned back at the door and leaned in to kiss Isha on the lips.

"Thanks for this morning, babe," he said. "It was...nice. Wasn't it?"

"It was," Isha said, and meant it.

He lingered for another second, like he wanted to say something else. But he stopped himself.

"See you tonight."

The door clicked shut. The apartment was quiet.

Isha looked at her phone. Cooper was supposed to have been home by now.

She decided to take a quick shower before Cooper returned. She wanted to wash away the morning's activities.

When she stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around herself, she heard something out in the hallway.

Coop's back.

She stepped out, still in the towel. She looked for him, he wasn't in the kitchen or in his room.

The Sauna

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Isha stepped in. Cooper was inside. Nude and sweaty...his muscles rippling and bulging after the gym.

He looks so...

Isha was getting that irresistible pull again...that tension low in her belly. She bit her lip and looked at his cock without any shame or hesitation.

She closed the door behind her, took off her towel, and sat across from him. The only thing on her body was her mangalsutra, the black and gold necklace which symbolized her marriage.

Neither spoke for a while.

"You cancelled on me," he finally said. "Last minute."

"I know," Isha said. "I'm sorry." After a brief pause she continued. "He asked. He never asks."

"You couldn't say no?"

"Coop, you know it's complicated," Isha said.

Cooper looked away, his jaw tightened.

Isha looked at him.

"Coop...he's my husband. I can't just..."

"And what am I to you, Isha?"

"You...you know what you are to me."

"I want to hear you say it."

She was silent for a long moment. Then she stood up, came closer to him, knelt on the bench in front of him. She put her hands on his thighs to steady herself...on him.

"You're the one I think about," she said quietly. "When I'm with him. When I'm alone. When I wake up and when I fall asleep. You're..." She stopped. Swallowed. "You've taken over my mind...and my body."

Isha took his cock into her hands. Gently. Not teasing...more like...worshipping.

"He may have the title of husband," she said, stroking gently. "But you have everything else."

Cooper was silent. His jaw was tight, still.

"I don't like sharing you," he said, his voice low. "I know he's your husband, and I'm not asking you to leave him. But I don't like it."

"I know."

"Then why does it feel like I'm always waiting for my turn?" he said.

"I'm sorry you felt that way. You don't have to wait now. I am all yours."

Cooper seemed satisfied. Or he was enjoying her show of surrender a bit too much. He wanted more.

"Then show me."

Isha smiled and took him in her mouth without hesitation. No teasing, no build up. Just her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, her tongue sliding along the underside, taking him deep in one smooth motion. Like she'd done multiple times.

Cooper's head fell back against the sauna wall. "Fuck...Isha..."

She'd been thinking about this all morning. Through Ankit's gentle thrusts, and his wet, sloppy kisses. This. This is what she was craving. Cooper's cock in her. That sensation of being filled...both in her mouth and in her pussy. Making him groan like she was doing right now.

She worked him slowly, one hand reaching up to fondle his balls, and the other brushing against his inner thigh...she knew he liked that. Her tongue was circling the ridge and then licking the underside of the head, the sensitive spot where the head met the shaft...a strip of skin. The frenulum.

"Oh, fuck!" Cooper's hand in her hair tightened, he pulled her up.

Isha released his cock from her mouth with a pop. She looked at him with confusion in her eyes, wondering why he stopped her.

"Climb on top of me," he said. "And face the other way."

She did as he asked. At first she thought he was going to take her from behind, but then he pulled her ass towards his face and bent her at her waist. She understood what he wanted.

Isha was straddling his face, facing his cock, her knees on either side of his head and her arms on either side of his cock.

The first touch of his mouth on her made her gasp. She simultaneously leaned forward and took him in her mouth again. The dual sensation was overwhelming.

His tongue was working her clit while she worked his cock. The wet sounds from their mouths and from their sweaty bodies filled the small space in the sauna. They were both moaning at the same time, sending vibrations down each other's bodies.

Then...suddenly, she felt Cooper's hand slide up her thigh, but it did not stop at her pussy, it went higher. His fingertip traced the curve of her ass, and found the tight entrance, and paused there.

Isha stiffened. His finger didn't move. It just rested there...waiting. She didn't do anything, didn't move.

Cooper took her inaction as an invitation. The fingertip slid in, just the tip.

A small sound escaped Isha, whose mouth was still filled with Cooper's cock. Her hips jerked.

Cooper pulled his finger out. "Sorry, I..."

Isha released his cock from her mouth. Turned her face back to face him.

"D...Do it again."

A pause. She saw him smile. His finger slid back in...deeper this time. Past the first knuckle. Entering her in way no one else ever had. Isha took his cock into her mouth again, she wanted to feel full again in her mouth...she wanted to taste him, smell him.

And while he was pushing his finger deeper into her ass, Cooper's lips closed around her clit, and sucked it again. Just the way he knew she loved.

Isha didn't last even ten seconds after that. The sensation of having her mouth full of Cooper's cock, his lips around her clit and his finger up her asshole overwhelmed her sense. She came...hard, sudden, her whole body was shaking...clenching around his finger, moaning around his cock.

Realizing what he did to Isha...and feeling her reaction in real-time, drove Cooper to his orgasm too. He spilled into her mouth, groaning. His finger was still inside her ass as they both went through aftershocks.

After they'd both calmed down a bit, Isha spoke.

"Coop..."

"Hmm?"

"I want..." She paused after that. "More."

Their eyes met. Both filled with lust.

"Let's go to my bedroom...I have lube." Cooper said.

---

Cooper's room felt cool after the sauna. Dimmed lights, curtains drawn.

He was patient, more than she expected. He positioned her on her stomach, kissed her shoulders, her spine...he lower back. Each kiss was making her shiver in anticipation.

"Relax, Isha." he said in a low voice. "I've got you."

She heard the sound of the cap opening. Then she felt his fingers...cool and slick...between her cheeks.

One finger first. Sliding slowly, stretching her. The sensation was strange...uncomfortable but not painful. Her body resisted at first...but slowly yielded to Cooper's gentle pressure.

"Breathe. Push out, don't tense up."

She did. Followed his instructions like she did countless times in the gym.

She felt herself open for him. Cooper must've felt it too...because he immediately inserted another finger. More lube. More stretching.

The fullness was different. Very different from when his fingers were in her pussy.

There was no play here...no space to move around. Even a small inch of movement from his fingers meant that Isha felt it. It was a lot more intimate.

Another minute of his fingers slowly moving inside her, but it felt like eternity to her. Still not painful, but the pressure was intense. The lube was helping a lot.

Cooper withdrew his fingers. She knew what was coming next. She heard the bottle cap again. She buried her face in the pillow, bracing for what was coming next.

"This might hurt at first. Tell me if it's too much."

"I will. Just...go slow, Coop."

He pressed forward. The head of his cock faced the resistance of her tight entrance. Slowly...inch by inch...he pushed inside.

Isha had never felt anything like this. Her body was fighting him as he was entering deeper.

Cooper put his hand on her lower back and caressed her gently.

"Relax..." her whispered. "Let me in."

She bent forward even more...felt herself open. Felt the head of Cooper's cock pop past the first ring of muscle and sink inwards. She felt relief, the rest of the shaft was sliding in smoother.

"Oh god...Coop..."

"You feel that? Feel how deep I am?" His voice was deep...possessive. "That's it. That's my girl. Taking me so well."

Isha let out a moan. The mix of the pressure and the pleasure...and Cooper's words on top...Isha's brain and body were on fire.

He was all the way inside her now. Isha felt full, like never before. Claimed in a way she was never claimed before.

And then he started. Slow and gentle at first. Holding Isha by her hips, his fingers curling over her love handles, Cooper started fucking her in her ass.

Isha was holding her breath, anticipating the pain. But the lube had helped, more than she expected. The first few times it hurt, but then she quickly learned to relax her muscles.

Cooper increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and forceful. Isha felt every one of them differently. Pleasure had replaced pain. But the pleasure was of a different kind.

It felt private...like no one else should be seeing her right now. But she was being seen...by the man causing her this pleasure in the first place. It was messing with her mind. It felt intimate in a way she'd never experienced before.

"Coop..." his name from her lips sounded more like a moan than a name.

Cooper slid his hand around her hip, he leaned forward and found her clit.

And Isha came again...second time within twenty minutes.

Cooper followed seconds later. One deep, final thrust. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

They stayed like that for a long time.

---

Afterward, they lay in the bed. Tangled in his sheets. Isha was on her belly, Cooper next to her, resting on his side, propped on his elbow.

Isha looked at the clock. It was well past noon. They hadn't left the bed all day.

"You okay?" Cooper said, gently caressing her ass.

"That was..." Isha's voice was almost a whisper. "Intense."

"But you seemed to enjoy it, yeah?" Cooper was grinning.

Isha pushed him on his chest. "Shut up!"

She buried her face in the pillow.

After a few seconds she raised her head again.

"I loved it," she whispered.

Cooper laughed. "Good, I'm glad."

He patted her both her ass cheeks, one after the other.

"Now I have something that's only mine."

Isha looked at him. She understood. This was what he needed.

She kissed Cooper softly. "Only yours."

Isha couldn't help but think back to that first gym day with Cooper, all those months ago. When she'd admitted that she wanted a bigger ass, and he'd said "We'll start tomorrow."

And now they were here. Her, a married woman. In Cooper's bed. As he possessively caressed her freshly fucked ass.

---

That evening, Ankit came home late from work. He looked tired.

Isha was at the stove, cooking. Cooper was sitting at the kitchen island, a beer in hand, scrolling through his phone.

Isha looked over at Ankit, he looked exhausted and not in a great mood.

"Long day?" Isha asked.

"Dylan was on my case all day." Ankit dropped his laptop bag by the door. "Micromanaging every little thing. Wouldn't let up about my code. He was just...just so anal about everything."

Isha's hands froze on the spatula, her eyes flicked to Cooper, she couldn't help it.

Cooper was already looking at her. a small smile spreading across his face.

She narrowed her eyes at Cooper, and then turned back to the stove.

"Eat," she said to Ankit. "You'll feel better. I made your favorite."

She put the food in front of Ankit. Rice and Paneer-butter masala, the full fat version.

He looked at the plate with surprise.

"Thanks, Isha but..." he looked at her. "What's...why?"

Because I feel guilty about what I did today...

But Isha didn't say it out loud. Instead she came and stood next to him, rubbed his shoulder.

"I thought you deserved it today," she said, smiling at him.

Ankit looked at her, obviously pleased. And started eating.

Cooper abruptly stood up and went into his room, not looking back at them.

Isha looked at Cooper leaving, feeling guilty again, now for a different reason. For being the dutiful wife she wassupposedto be.

Cooper closed the door to his room behind him. Isha shifted her focus back to Ankit, who'd already finished half his plate.

She served him more food, sat next to him, listen him vent about work.

When she got up to clear the plate, she winced, rubbed her back.

"You okay?" Ankit asked.

"My back's been hurting all day. I think I pulled something at the gym yesterday."

"Want me to massage it?"

"No...I just need to sleep right...I think it's the mattress. Too soft, no support." She paused.

"Oh," Ankit said. "Should we get a new mattr..."

"No...that'll be too expensive," Isha immediately said. "Those extra firm orthopedic ones...they're super expensive. And our mattress is already new..."

"Yeah, we did buy ours less than an year ago..."

"So, Cooper was telling me," Isha said. "He has one of those extra firm mattress...you know, with good lumbar support."

She looked at Ankit, watching him realize.