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When I left the colonel's house, I was elated. I now had 3200 rupees. I could finally buy my beloved summer dress. I decided to go to Bandra right away, in case someone else bought the dress before me. As I got ready to go to Bandra, I paused awhile. There was going to be a rematch. And what if I lost? Maybe I should wait till the next week, I thought. But then horned and tailed little me on my shoulder reminded me that the boutique might sell the dress. So I could not delay buying it by even a minute.
Two hours later, I was back home, wearing my new dress and admiring myself in the mirror. The dress really suited my body well. And I thought it to be poetic justice that my chess earnings bought me the dress. Here's why. Growing up, I always was a bit of an ugly duckling. I was always tall for my age, but was very late filling out. My height also meant that I was very awkward, and everyone teased me about looking like a boy. To make matters worse, my mother always made me cut my hair short, to save money on frequent trips to the hair salon. And I got glasses at an early age, and given how clumsy I was, my parents got me thick plastic rims that I would not accidentally smash.
By the time I was 15, while other girls in my school started blossoming, filling out, and getting attention from boys, I was 5 ft 9, with short hair, thick glasses and an almost flat chest. My nickname was "giraffe", and no boys ever passed me any notes in class. I found solace in chess. The other girls were better at me in everything else, but no one could beat me in chess. I started taking chess really seriously, started practising for hours, and became the proverbial "chess nerd". My nerdiness and chess love fed into each other spirally. I was picked on by girls and ingored by guys even more at school. To the extent that I stopped even trying to look good. I was happy with my loose shirts and loose-fit jeans or salwar kameez.
College is when my metamorphosis started. I had started filling out late and filled out substantially by the time I was 18. Not many guys in my school realized it, but under my loose shirts and kameezes, were now hidden 38C knockers. And the rest of my body had also shaped up pretty well, I thought. Before college started, I finally pestered my parents into buying me contact lens. I put my foot down and refused to have my hair cut short. And I saved up my allowance to buy well fitting but cheap stylish clothes from the street side Linking Road.
And sure enough, in college, I turned many heads. I am not supermodel material by any stretch of the imagination, but I do look good enough to take a second and even a third look. My tops and dresses now accentuated my big boobs. The jeans, capris or dresses I wore fit well enough to highlight what a great ass I had. And my height, far from acting as an inhibitor, now actually started helping my looks. When the students council wanted to put on a fashion show to raise funds, they asked me to take part. I started getting hit on by all sorts of guys. The ugly duckling was no more. Coincidentally, chess was also no more. So in my head, I always thought of my chess-phase as my ugly phase, and my post-chess phase as my pretty phase. And now, I could have it both.
After preening in front of the mirror for a couple of hours, I changed into my usual jeans and started preparing for dinner. I was on top of the world today. A relatively hard chess win, followed by buying an expensive dress. What more could a girl want? Even Dhruv's bickering couldn't bring me down today.
The week rolled by slowly, and things between Dhruv and me actually seemed to be improving. We didn't fight too much, and he actually started keeping his stuff in the right place. He still worked late, but was at least not surly when he got home. The ceasefire might also have had to do with the fact that I was in a much better mood. I put on the dress everyday for a little while when I was home, and started making plans for spending the next 3200 rupees. Shoes, I told myself. Definitely shoes.
On Monday, an odd thing happened. I was sitting in the living room reading the paper when Ratna got done with her work. She walked to the door, put on her chappals, and then just stood for a while. I noticed her standing there and saw that she seemed nervous fidgeting with her sari in her fingers and looking down.
"What's the matter, Ratna?" I asked in hindi.
"Memsaab....." she started and trailed off.
"Yes, what is it?" I asked.
"Memsaab...I don't know how to say it...." she seemed uncomfortable.
"What is it? Do you need an advance on your pay or something?" I said, unable to think of anything else that she might want.
"No..it is just that...colonel saab..."
"Colonel saab?" I asked, puzzled.
"Memsaab, just stay away from him." she said, and started opening the door to leave.
"What!??" I said, surprised. "Wait!" I said and sprinted to the door. "What do you mean by stay away from him?"
"Memsaab, I think you are very nice. So I am telling you. Don't get involved with him." she said.... actually the exact words she used were - uske lafde mein mat pado. Now "lafda" could mean many things. It could mean mess, situation, issue, and very often, affair. I assumed she was implying I was having an affair with the colonel.
"What? How dare you? I am not having any "lafda" with the colonel. Who told you that?" I said angrily.
"Memsaab, you misunderstand. I didn't mean it like...." she started apologizing.
"I know what you mean. Okay, I go to his place to play chess some times. But come on, he is old enough to be my father. What nonsense is all this about a lafda?" I asked.
"Sorry memsaab, forget I said anything." she said, pulled door and almost ran out.
I was annoyed at Ratna. And I wondered....people in buildings like these have nothing better to do than spread false rumors and gossip. Maybe someone had seen me visit the colonel, and decided I was having an affair. And Ratna heard of it. Small minded people and their small minded mentality, I fumed. The next day when Ratna came to work, she stayed tactfully silent and I didn't bring up the topic either.
Finally, it was thursday. The day of my big match with the colonel. The day when I would get another 3200 rupees to splurge. I got up, took a shower and wore my designer dress. I decided that the chess match was a good occasion to wear the dress bought from the winnings of a previous match. I wore an apron while cooking breakfast to make sure nothing splattered on the dress. If Ratna, who was doing the dishes next to me, noticed my new dress, she did not seem to indicate it. I almost always wore t-shirts and jeans or sweatpants at home. Wearing such a pretty dress in the morning at home was rare. I was on cloud nine, wearing my new dress, and anticipating another big cash win. I was so excited that I didn't realize that my mind wasn't entirely on cooking.
I laid out the breakfast on the table and called Dhruv to join me. He walked to the table, and took no note of the new dress at all. He was always bad at these things, and I knew he would not notice it. He had some printouts in his hand, and a busy look on his face as he read them. Without saying anything to me, he sat down, cut off a piece of the omelette and put it on his mouth.
"Thoo!!!" he said as he spat it out. "What the fuck!!!"
"What happened?" I asked, worried.
"There is no salt in this omelette. It is completely tasteless." Dhruv said, in an annoyed voice. He then picked up the cup of tea, took a sip and made a face. "And there is no sugar in the tea!"
"Oh shit! I am so sorry, Dhruv. I was distracted." I said, running to the kitchen to get sugar and salt.
"Distracted? Hahh!" Dhruv said derisively raising his voice. "What the hell do you have to be distracted by? You sit at home all day doing nothing. And you can't even do simple things like adding salt and sugar where they belong."
"Shut up Dhruv!" I shot back, struggling to not cry in front of Ratna. "Don't make a mountain out of a molehill."
"Hmpff..mountains...molehills..." he mumbled as I walked out with the salt and sugar. "Let it be. I am leaving. I'll get breakfast on the way."
"Come on, Dhruv. I made it for you. Don't walk away from food."
"You're saying you made it for me as if it is some gourmet delicacy. It's fucking omelette, Prerna. Even kids can get it right, but you can't." he said, putting his shoes on.
"Fine, you don't want to eat? Don't eat!" I screamed. Ratna, who was standing at the kitchen door, looked surprised, and rushed back inside the kitchen.
"There comes another tantrum. I can't deal with this stupidity right now." Dhruv said, picked up his bag and started walking out. I got so peeved at his calling me stupid, I picked up the plate with his uneaten omelette and threw it at him. But he had already closed the door behind him and the plate hit the door with a loud clang.
As I saw the mess that I made on the floor, I sat on the chair and started crying, not caring that Ratna could see it. Ratna gingerly walked out of the kitchen after a while and went to the door. Although cleaning was not part of her job, she started picking up the omelette and toast pieces from the floor and put them on the plate. She then got a rag from the kitchen and wiped the floor. By then I had stopped crying.
"It happens, memsaab. This is what marriage is." she feebly said. I stayed silent.
"My husband also acts like this. And so I have made mistakes." she continued. "But you are intelligent, educated. You should not make mistakes."
"Mistakes?" I said. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Any mistakes. Just because our husbands act badly at times, we should not do something wrong." she said.
"Ratna." I said, pressing my forehead. "I am really not in the mood for this mumbo jumbo. Don't you have clothes to wash?"
"Yes. Okay." she went to the bathroom to wash the clothes.
I was feeling like crap. I thought of telling the colonel to postpone our chess match. But then decided against it. A game of chess and winning some money is exactly what I needed to get Dhruv's nonsense out of my head. I needed to unwind and chess helped me unwind. In fact I needed to unwind before I started getting weepy and upset again.
So I went to the sink, washed my face and wiped it. I then took off the apron, and went to the bathroom,
"Ratna, I am going out. When you're done with the clothes, just pull the door shut when you leave, and the latch will lock." I said, and turned to leave when,
"Wait!" Ratna said. "Where are you going?"
"What? it's none of your business where I am going. Focus on your work, Ratna." I said, pissed off at her nosiness.
"You are going to his house, aren't you? Don't go, memsaab. Just stay away from him." Ratna started saying. But I was already walking away. She was still saying something, but I was out of earshot, walking out of the apartment and closing the door behind me.
"You're early!" the colonel said with a smile when I walked in through his unlocked door.
"Yes. Let's get on with it." I said curtly and walked to the chair.
"No hello? No good morning?" the colonel said smirking as he sat down in his chair.
"I am really not in the mood, colonel. Let's just play chess." I shot back.
"Okay. Okay. But first, let me see the money." he said.
"What?" I asked.
"The money. The 3200 rupees. Let's have it on the table." he said.
"I don't have it with me right now." I said.
"Why not? And what do I get if I win, then?" he asked.
"Trust me, you won't win." I said arrogantly.
"Yes, but what if I do?"
"You won't!" I said.
"Yes, but what if I do? Why don't you just go to your house and get it?" he said. I stayed silent. "What happened?"
"I don't have it. I spent it all. On this dress." I pointed to it. "I bought this dress."
"For 3200 rupees? That's one heck of an expensive dress!" the major who had been silent until now piped up.
"So what? What is it to you?" I snapped at him.
"Okay, you don't have that money. But you must have some money at home. Get that." the colonel said.
"I... it won't be much." I said.
"Fine. Whatever it is, we'll play for it. But we're not playing unless you put some money on the table."
I looked at him angrily for a few seconds and then walked out of the apartment without a word. I went back to the house, into the bedroom and opened the cupboard. This is where we kept the money for our daily expenses. I could at least double that, I thought. I counted it - 2135 rupees. I grabbed the money, and went back to the colonel's apartment.
"Here." I put the money on the table. "2135 rupees. The money for daily expenses. Happy?"
"I will be happy only when I beat you, Prerna. But yes, for now, satisfied and ready to play."
And we started. I won the toss and picked black. The colonel started. He pushed the king and queen pawns ahead, and then brought his knights out to the middle rows. King's Indian Attack, I immediately thought. Not a bad choice. I responded with Caro-Kann's Karpov variation. We got each others pawns and then knights, and then I thought it would be a good time to bring out my bishops. But a queen push from the colonel made me change tactics. And I went into a more prolonged mode of defence than I had originally planned. the colonel had used the week well, I realized. I set up some traps to encourage him to go on an offence, and render his queen ineffective. But he stuck to defensive moves and did not take my baits. As the number of moves entered the 20s, the board had gotten really complex, with both of us focusing on defence. The major not pulled a chair from the dining table and sat close to us, watching in rapt attention. Our clocks were almost even.
I finally decided to throw caution to the wind and try a risky tactic. The risk was a lot if you were playing an accomplished player. Basically, it involved drawing out his kingside rook and the pawns in front of it by offering my queen as a sacrifice. If he took the bait, yes, I lost my queen, but it opened up his king to an attack from my rook and bishop that was almost impossible to stave off. I had tried this tactic in my competitive days and met with success more often than not. The risk was, I would have to execute the checkmate soon. If his king did find an escape route, then I was queenless, in a bad position, and basically screwed. As I thought about all this, the colonel said,
"This is the longest I have ever seen you think before a move." and he chuckled.
"Yeah well...." I started to say something clever in response but couldn't think of anything, so turned my attention back to the board.
And I made the play. Moved my rook, bishop and a pawn into position for an attack and then offered my queen in a vulnerable position. It wasn't a straightforward sacrifice. He would have to work through a few moves to get my queen. And he'd have to spot that opportunity. He did. And yes, he bit. In three moves, he took my queen.
"Wow, Sir, you got her queen!!!" the major said in amazement. But the colonel still had a serious look on his face. That was the first time I felt the fear of defeat flash through my mind. He was not elated at taking the queen. So he clearly knew what was coming next. I had to be swift and ruthless.
I pushed my bishop and rook forward. He brought his second bishop into play. And that's when I realized...FUCK!!! I had stupidly thought it was a black-square bishop, when it was clearly white-square. It was a silly mistake, with the potential to be fatal. It made one of my rook moves impossible. I tried a couple of moves to corner his king nonetheless, and was shocked when he managed to snag my bishop. I was now down a queen and a bishop, with no way to threaten his king effectively.
Immediately, the colonel went into exchange mode. And I watched, with a sinking feeling in my stomach, as the board started getting cleared up. I could feel defeat gaining on me when he forced me into a rook exchange that I did not want to do. It now left me only with a solitary rook and a few pawns, while he also had his queen and bishop. I looked up at his face. It had a broad smile on it. He knew he was going to win. And how he decided to gloat.
"I told you, major. A woman can not keep beating me. Now I have her figured out, and she can never....I repeat NEVER beat me." he said.
"I guess you were right, sir." the major said.
I should have kept my mind focused on the game and still tried to play for a mistake by him. But I let that gloating get to me. I glared at him angrily and said,
"Never? I can NEVER beat you? What nonsense. You got a lucky break this time."
"Your move, young lady." he responded.
"And stop calling me young lady. Who calls anyone that anymore?"
"Your time is running out." he said.
"You know what? Fine. You win this." I said, and flicked over my king with my finger. "But only because I made the silly mistake of confusing the square of your bishop."
"That helped, sure." the colonel said nonchalantly as he picked up my money from the table. "But I would have still beaten you."
"No way. Let's have a rematch." I said.
"With what?" he asked.
"With what? Double or nothing." I shot back.
"Young lady....sorry...Prerna... I don't think you realize how double or nothing works. In this situation, I have won. This was already a double or nothing game. Which means you owe me back the money you got from me. You are already about a 1000 rupees in the red." the colonel said.
"So? If I win the next one, I get it back." I said.
"Yes, but what do I get if I win the next one?" he asked, with a tone of finality. And he was right. I had no more money left. Heck, I had given him all the money for the month's expenses. What would I tell Dhruv?
"I can owe you." I said, almost pleading.
"Sorry, I don't deal in credit while betting." the colonel said.
"Come on, colonel." I said. "You have to give me a chance to win that money back. It is for day to day expenses like groceries and bills. My husband will kill me if he finds out I lost it all."
The colonel stared at me for a few seconds. He then picked up his pipe and took a puff.
"So let me get this straight. You are someone who has only over 2000 rupees for expenses, and nothing extra to spare. Your family income is that limited. And yet, when you got 3200 rupees, you spent it all on one dress? Doesn't that strike you as kind of irresponsible, major?"
"Very irresponsible, sir." the major nodded.
"Clearly that dress means a lot to you. Does it?" the colonel asked.
"Well, I like it." I said, sounding defensive.
The colonel chewed on his pipe and looked at the ceiling for a couple of minutes and then said,
"Here are your options, Prerna. Option A - you get up, leave, go home empty-handed, and explain to your husband why you lost all the money. And option B - we play. I bet your expense money, and just out of the goodness of my heart, another 1000 rupees from my pocket. And you bet something worth the same amount - your dress." he said.
"Okay, sure!" I said at once. That sounded like a good deal. I liked the dress, but I didn't mind risking it to earn back the money.
"Wait, I don't think you understand what I am saying." the colonel said. "If you win, I hand over the money to you, right away. If I win, you hand over the dress to me.....right away."
I looked at him, confused. Then I said,
"Yes, if I lose, I will go to my house right away, change into something else and give you this...." and I stopped when he started shaking his head.
"That is not right away. Right away is, well, right away. You lose, you take off the dress and hand it over to me." the colonel said. I think I understood what he was getting at, but I could not believe that's what it was.
"What he means is, you take off the dress in front of us." the major helpfully added. I stared at both of them for a while.
"You're crazy!" I said. "You expect me to get half naked in front of you? Are you insane? You're old enough to..."
"I am old enough" the colonel interrupted me. "to know that I will never get to see a beautiful woman your age in that state of undress ever again. So can you blame me for at least taking a chance at it?"
I shook my head in disbelief and kept staring at the board.
"You need time to think? I understand. The major and I will go the balcony for five minutes and come back. After that, let me know what you decide. If you're not here when we come back, I'll understand." the colonel and the major got up and went to the balcony. I sat there, wrestling with a major decision.
A part of me wanted to get the hell out of there. Yes, I had lost the money. I could just admit my mistake to Dhruv and maybe he would understand. On the other hand, he had been getting pissed at me for reasons as minor as forgetting to put salt in the omelette. Something this big, he would keep bringing up every time we had a fight to shut me up. But still, risking what the colonel was asking for? Of course, I was confident I could beat him. I just needed to play cautiously and avoid making the kind of silly mistake I had made in the last game. And if I won, I got the money back. And Dhruv didn't need to know anything. But what if I lost? But I could not lose. Five minutes ticked by and I was still in the throes of dilemma, when the major and colonel came back.
"So what is your decision, Prerna?" the colonel asked. I looked at his cocksure face. And I recalled his arrogant statements. He would be overconfident, and thus easy to defeat. And if I won, that was it. I take the money and go home. I finally made up my mind.
"Okay, I'll do it." I said.
"You will do what?"
"What you said."
"Spell out the terms of the bet so we all hear you say it." he insisted.
"If I win, I get back my money, plus an extra 1000 rupees. If you win, I will take off my dress in front of you and give it to you." I said.
"In front of me and the major. He is an old man too, you know." the colonel said.
"Okay fine." I said.
"Alright then. Let's play." the colonel said and took his positions. "You choose."
I opted for white. This way, I could set the tone and go on the attack straight away. And I decided on the aggressive Evans gambit to start with. The one made famous by Kasparov, especially when he beat Anand in 25 moves. Back when I played chess competitively, my opponents found it difficult to count my Evans gambit. And a few moves into our game, the colonel was having trouble too. But he was still managing to hold on. Knowing fully well the humiliation that was at stake if I lost, I played cautiously. The colonel, probably eager to win, played rapidly and riskily.
A couple of times, his rapid moves almost led him into my traps, but he escaped with minimal damage, a pawn and a knight. Something is better than nothing I though, and went into full scale exchange mode. First our queens went, then a knight each, and then two pawns. The problem was, I did not have a specific endgame in mind when making the exchanges. I was just focused on leveraging the pawn-and-knight advantage I had gotten. So once the board cleared up after the exchanges, I had to formulate my attacks from scratch. And be cautious. So it took up time.
"You know you have only four minutes left, right?" the major asked. And I almost twisted my neck as jerked it to look at the clock. Was that right? The colonel was always slower than me, and our games always ended before time ran out, so I never looked at the clock. But now I saw that I had only four minutes left, and counting down. While the colonel was sitting pretty on 9 minutes. The last thing I wanted to do was lose on time. I was about to bring my king's rook into play when at the last second I realized that there was a threat from a pawn 3 moves down the line. A silly mistake averted. But I had to play fast.
So I went for a defensive empty move to buy time. The colonel realizing I was buying time, responded with a rapid empty move of his own. I decided to parallel process. Think about a foolproof attack strategy as I made rapid safe moves to buy time. But the colonel matched my rapid moves. As I wracked my brains for a smart attack strategy, I realized with panic that the clock was now down to under two minutes. I had to stop looking for a foolproof endgame and go for a high percentage one. So I pushed two pawns and a rook ahead to corner his king, with the simultaneous threat of turning the pawn into a queen.
After three of my moves, the colonel paused. And he started thinking. He still had about seven minutes left, so he could afford the luxury. Almost two minutes ticked by for him as he thought. And finally he made a move that confused the hell out of me. He moved the rook behind this king, effectively restricting its movement. I tried to think about the implications of his move, and the major said,
"Under one minute now." The anticipation in his voice was apparent.
This was it. I had no choice but to go for it. I pushed forth. The colonel responded with an unrelated move that cleared the way for my pawn to become queen in three steps. He had decided to let me have the queen, and that puzzled me. As I turned my pawn into queen and moved my rook into an attacking position, I realized what he had been going for. He next forced upon me a rook exchange. With time running out, I took the exchange, hoping to nail him with my queen and the other pawn.
"Twenty seconds, Prerna." the major said.
After this, all you could hear was the thuds of me and the colonel hitting the clock buttons. I had to move fast enough to nail him. I was now in a position from where only I could win. If time weren't an issue, he would have resigned long back. I could see the moves in front of me. But time was the problem. I stopped looking at the clock and played frantically. He responded fast. I was almost there. Almost there. A few more moves and he was toast. But then,
"Time's up!" the major said, and then in a very uncharacteristic manner, yelled, "HURRAHHHH!!"
The colonel sat back with a smug smile on his face. and all I could do was stare at the clock, which, sure enough, had all zeros on my half. The two old men exchanged high fives with a youthful exuberance. And I just sat there, dreading the inevitable.
"Could I have my winnings please..." the colonel said, and then as if to emphasize his dominant position added, "young lady?"
As I look back on that moment, I realize I had options. I could refuse to honor the bet. I could just walk out of their house. What could they have done? Nothing. But at that time, my mind treated the next step as inevitable. Which makes me wonder now....maybe I wanted to do it. Given the long dry spell and constant bickering between Dhruv and me, maybe I was yearning for some male attention. And the idea of letting two old men get excited seeing me in a state of undress probably excited me. Maybe.
Silently, I got up from the chair. Reached behind my back and pulled down the zipper. Then, very slowly, more out of trepidation than with any intention to tantalize, I started slipping my dress down. As the dress dropped below my chest, a stunning realization hit the three of us. Their being stunned, which was obvious from their wide eyes, was not unexpected. How could they have known? But how could I not have remembered that the dress had a slim but sturdy padding support at the bosom that extended to the back. Which meant that you didn't need to wear a bra with the dress, even if you had breasts as big as mine. If you did decide to wear a bra, it'd have to be strapless, or the straps were visible in an ungainly manner near the shoulders. And in the morning, in the hurry to get ready and cook breakfast, I could not find my strapless bras, and had decided to go bra-less. The padding was good, so it's not like my nipples would poke through the front or anything. And obviously, I had not expected to take the dress off in front of two men.
"Oh wow!" the major said, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room since my breasts came into full view of the two men.
"Well, this is an unexpected surprise." the colonel said. "I thought I'd have to win another game to see that."
"I...I forgot...I am sorry" I weakly said, holding the dress around my waist. The two men stared at my boobs with hungry eyes, looking almost ready to leap at them. Luckily, they did not. They stayed where they were and kept staring. Finally, the colonel said,
"Well, you still need to give me the dress. So take it all off."
Reluctantly, I pulled the dress all the way down and stepped out of it.
"Aww, for a moment I thought she had no panties on either." the major said. Luckily, that was not the case. I did have panties on, although given the situation, I wish they had been more modest. They were black lacy panties that were partially transparent. Nothing of note was visible, but the meshed appearance did always send Dhruv's imagination into overdrive and I could see it was having the same effect on the two old men.
"Give it to me." the colonel held out his hand and I gave him the dress. He took the dress and walked to his bedroom. I heard the sound of a cupboard being opened, and then shut, and a jangling of keys indicated it had been locked. The major meanwhile walked past me and behind me, and I realized he was checking out my butt.
"Ohhhh...I can not tell you how much I appreciate watching you like this, Prerna." the major said. "I wish I could see your front and back at the same time. I am having a tough time deciding."
The colonel came back to the living room, and came close to me. He did not touch me, but looked at me carefully real close. He then gave a nod of approval, and sat down on his chair.
"So young lady, what now?" he asked.
"What now?" I dumbly echoed.
"If you're planning on going home...well... I say it'd be a bold thing to do, dressed like that, in the middle of the day." he said.
"What??" I said, and then it hit me. I had been so sure of winning that game and was so engrossed thinking a few moves ahead on the board, I had completely forgotten to think a few moves ahead off the board. Once I lost my dress, how would I go back home? I had not thought about it at all. Walking back in bra and panties would have been unthinkable enough. To do it wearing just these revealing panties with my tits hanging out?
"Come on, colonel." I said. "You got the dress. You got to see what you wanted to see, and even more. Now, just give me my dress back. Please!"
"You are right. I have gotten to see what I wanted to see, and more. But it has whetted my appetite. Hasn't it whetted your appetite, major?" the colonel said.
"It sure has." the major agreed, now standing behind me and checking out my ass again. "I'd sure like to get a look at that."
"So what do you say, Prerna? Another game?" the colonel asked.
"Huh?" I asked. Whatever was happening had still not sunk in fully. I could not believe I was actually standing, almost naked, in front of two men over twice my age. And I could not bring my brain to register what the colonel's suggestion was. That I wager the last piece of fabric separating me from complete nudity.
"Okay, the deck is really stacked against you. So let me even it out. If I beat you in 20 moves or less, you get naked. If you manage to survive past 20 moves, I give you back your dress and the money. And forget the timer. No time limit. Think as long as you want." he said. "Does that sound like a fair bargain?"
I stared at him dumbly and thought about what he said. It did sound like very fair, in fact very stacked in my favor. No matter how well he played, I could last more than 20 moves. especially with no time limit. If there was no time limit on the last game, I would have beaten him. There was no way I could lose. But still, the thought of putting on the line my nakedness was too much to swallow. As if reading my mind, the major said,
"Prerna, this is obviously a deal that you will win. You are only hesitating because you're scared of getting fully naked. But really, how much of a difference is there between what you are wearing now, and not wearing it? Think rationally? It's not like you can walk home wearing this"
I was about to say something in response, when there was a knock on the door. I almost jumped out of my skin with fright as I remembered, the door was unlocked like it always was. If the colonel yelled "COME IN!", whoever was outside would walk in and see me, standing there in just my black panties, and my tits swinging free. Fortunately, the colonel did not do that. He said to me,
"Go to the kitchen so you're out of sight. I'll see who it is."
I sprinted to the kitchen and stood leaning against a wall, my heart pounding as I wondered how this ordeal would end. I tried to listen to what was being said, but the voices were too muffled. About a minute passed and I heard footsteps coming in my direction. I assumed it would be one of the two men, so imagine my shock when in walked Ratna, holding a broom. I gave a start on seeing her and instinctively folded my arms to hide my boobs. She looked surprised, but not for long. Just a few seconds. Then she stared at me, shook her head sadly, and walked into the room.
"I told you. But you wouldn't listen. Now go. They're calling you." she said.
"What?" I dumbly said, my arms still crossed across my chest.
"I told you to keep away when you could. When you were still on control. Now, you can't do anything." she said as she started sweeping the kitchen.
"It's not how it looks. It's..." I struggled to find words to explain how I had ended up almost naked in an old man's kitchen.
"With him, it is never how it looks. Anyway, it is too late now. Go and face your fate. They're calling you." she said, crouching next to me as she swept the floor.
I stepped over her broom and started walking out, when she said,
"And memsaab..."
I stopped and looked back.
"Just remember. I am helpless. Whatever I will do, I rather would not. But now I have no choice." she said, looking at the floor.
"What do you mean?"
"Just go." she said.
I walked back to the living room, where the two old men were sitting in their positions.
Chapter 3: The Endgame
"So Prerna, what have you decided?" the colonel asked, chewing on his pipe, "If I can't checkmate you in 20 moves, in a no-time-limit game, you get it all back. If I can, you lose those cute panties."
I looked at him and then at the major, surprised that neither of them had thought it fit to explain to me why they had let the maid into the house where she could see me the way I was. But it was pointless now, since she had seen me anyway. The best thing to do now was minimize the damage. Win my clothes and money back, and go home. I knew there was no way he could beat me in 20 moves.
"Okay, you're on." I said, and sat down in my chair.
The colonel had white and I had black. Our first few moves were very rapid. And after 4 moves each, I was confused. The colonel was going for the 4-move-checkmate again. What the hell? Was this a trap? I knew of no way he could save his queen after I made those moves. And after that all I had to do was force exchanges and it would be impossible for him to beat me in 20 moves. Since there was no time limit, I though long and hard after his queen move, wracking my brain for any scenario I knew where he could beat me. I kept thinking.
Meanwhile, Ratna came to the living room and started sweeping it. She was not looking at any one of us, and nonchalantly sweeping. As if the room did not have an almost naked young woman playing chess with an old man. Her entry into the room made me think about the confusing things she had said about being helpless and having no choice. I started thinking more about it when I reminded myself not to get distracted and to focus on the game.
Finally I decided to make a move for his queen. By the 8th move, it was an almost exact replica of one of our earlier games when he kept trying that opening. At my ninth move, I took his queen and triumphantly put it on the side.
"Oh no, I lost my queen." the colonel said in a sad voice.
"Don't tell me you didn't see that coming." I said suspiciously. But the colonel ignored me and said,
"I am so sad. My queen is dead."
"You look sad, Sir." the major said, in a rehearsed manner.
"Won't someone do something to make me feel happy?" the colonel said, switching to Hindi.
And I watched, perplexed as Ratna dropped the broom, sighed and walked to the colonel. I went from being perplexed to shocked as Ratna started taking her sari off, with all three of us watching her. She put the bunched up sari on the couch next to the major and then unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her small but perky bra-less breasts. I watched, my mouth wide open, as she then got on her knees next to the colonel and started unbuttoning his pants.
The colonel kept staring at the chess board, feigning a sad face, as Ratna opened his pants, reached into his underwear and took out a semi-erect dick. I looked away, but even from the corner of my eyes, I could see that it was sizeable even in that semi-erect stage. What caught my attention was the thick bush of gray pubic hair around it.
"What the hell, colonel?" I said in an upset voice.
"Oh right, it is my turn to make a move." the colonel said as Ratna took his dick in her mouth and started sucking it hard, making audible slurping noises. He picked up a pawn and moved it one square ahead.
"Why is she....why are you....what the..." I tried to string together an outraged sentence, still averting my eyes from that debauched scene of our maid giving him a blowjob.
"Your move, Prerna." the colonel replied. "Don't pay any attention to Ratna. She does this all the time."
"Yes, she does it all the time." the major added, suppressing a giggle.
I considered my options. Whatever was happening in front of me was very wrong. But I figured he was doing it just to distract me from the game. I had his queen and could not lose in 20 moves. Maybe all I should do is keep playing, survive the 20 moves, get my dress back, and get the hell out of this bizarre place.
I turned my gaze back to the chess board, and focused on my next move, trying my best to ignore the slurping and gagging noises that Ratna was making. Both my knights were in a position from where they could wreak a lot of havoc. I moved one of them forward, threatening his bishop.
"Tell me when you make the movie. My eyes are closed." the colonel said in a voice that sounded as normal as if Ratna was doing nothing more than mopping the floor near him.
I finally turned my eyes towards him. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, and he had a peaceful smile on his face. Then, despite trying not to, I looked downwards, towards his crotch. Ratna's head was bobbing up and down, as she gagged and slurped, and between those bobs, I could see the colonel's now fully erect dick. It was reasonably big, maybe about 7 inches or so. But what caught my attention was how thick it was. Ratna lips were almost stretched to their maximum, wrapped around the dick. It was at least twice as thick as my husband's.
"Have you made your move?" the colonel asked as I was staring at his dick.
"Yes. Yes, I have." I said, and looked away. My eyes met the major's. He was looking at me with a wry smile on his face.
"Ok, hold on Ratna." he said, pushing her head away. He then got up, pushed down his pants and underwear and stepped out of them. He then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. And sitting down naked, reached for another pawn on the chessboard and moved it ahead, completely ignoring my threat to his bishop. "Your move."
I alternated from looking with amazement at the colonel's naked body and the chessboard. I was surprised at how fit the colonel was even at this age. Not an ounce of fat on his torso, although it was covered with thick gray hair. And I was surprised at his move, because he had now gifted me, not only his queen, but a bishop. How the hell did he think he would win from here, forget winning in 20 moves? Was there some trap? Meanwhile, Ratna got back to blowing the colonel, so I turned my focus to the chess board full time.
"Major, I am so sorry." the colonel said as I kept considering my next move. "Where are my manners? Please, help yourself."
I was puzzled and looked at the colonel and then to the major.
"Thank you, Sir." the major said, and got up from the couch. I watched in surprise as he started undressing too. He neatly folded every garment as he removed it and put it on the couch. As he took off his underwear, out sprang an erect, circumcised dick, about nine inches long, but not as thick as the colonel's.
I watched, spellbound, as the major then got on his knees behind Ratna, reached under her waist and untied the petticoat's knot. She kept on sucking the colonel's dick, and made no move to resist as the major started pulling the petticoat down. She had no panties under there, and in a few seconds Ratna too, like the other two men, was completely naked.
With my panties on, a few minutes back, I had been a ridiculously exposed woman in the company of three fully clothed individuals. Now they were all naked, while I still retained some shred of dignity. But far from feeling comforted by it, I was feeling alarmed. And honestly, a little turned on. The long-lasting arguments with Dhruv meant that I had been starved of sex for a while. And here, in front of me, fully naked were two men with really good bodies and impressive looking dicks. Yes, old men more than twice my age and with gray hair all over their bodies. But still, good fit bodies and impressive dicks.
The major then pulled his knees closer to Ratna's behind, and I wasn't surprised when he started inserting his long circumcised dick into her. Ratna let out a long moan as the major's dick slid into her gradually. And I felt a dampness developing between my legs as the major buried his cock into her completely and then started fucking her in a slow gentle motion. The major noticed me staring at what he was doing, smiled and said,
"Isn't it about time you made your move, Prerna?"
The double entendre in his question was so blindingly obvious, the colonel could not help let out a short chuckle. I shifted y gaze back to the chess board and took the colonel's bishop.
"Your move, colonel." As I said that, I was surprised at how hoarse and breathless my own voice sounded. Without realizing it, I had been breathing heavily, and my mouth felt dry. But if my voice gave something away to the colonel, he did not indicate it. His eyes were still closed.
"Did she take the bishop, Major?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Move the pawn to a3." he said. The major, without taking a pause from his rhythmic pounding of Ratna's cunt, reached over and moved the pawn.
Another move which made no sense whatsoever. If there was some crafty elaborate gambit that he had in mind, I could not see it. From here on, I could beat him within 20 moves. I tried to focus on a way to finish the game off as early as possible, and leave this bizarre scene. But what was happening near me was very distracting.
The major had now started hammering Ratna's cunt really hard, making her yelp with every stroke. Of course, her yelps were muffled by the colonel's dick which was still going in and out of her mouth. The muffled yelps soon turned into muffled grunts, and added to them was the sound of loud thuds of the major's thighs hitting Ratna's. As the perverted scene in front of my hit a higher gear, I could feel what was just a dampness in my pussy, turning rapidly into a wetness. Thankfully, I thought to myself, my panties were black, so it wasn't obvious. But nevertheless, I pressed my already closed thighs even tightly against each other. And just to make sure, no one was looking there, I looked around.
I saw the major's eyes, even as he fucked Ratna hard, were focused on me. But not down there. I followed his gaze to my breasts, which he was staring at. And I almost let out a yelp myself, as I realized why he was staring. My nipples were very visibly and completely erect. My nipples were always sensitive to any sort of sensuous stimulus, whether by touch, visual or even thought-based. Even if I got a little turned on, my nipples stood at attention. And now, considering the scene that was unfolding in front of me, obviously, I was beyond just a little turned on.
I slowly moved my left arm up to cover my nipples, and with my right hand, moved my other knight forward. I told myself that it was important that I finish this game fast and get out of this place. Not because I feared that either of the two men would force themselves on me. If they wanted to do that, they would have done that long ago. But because with each passing moment, I was losing the self-belief to stop myself from giving in to the situation.
"Your move, Sir." the major said.
The colonel opened his eyes, and looked into mine with a piercing gaze. A gaze to piercing that I was unable to look away despite wanting to. he then tapped Ratna on her shoulder twice. As soon as he did that, the major took his dick out of her cunt and stood up, his dick erect and tilted slightly upwards, glistening with Ratna's juices. Ratna took the colonel's dick out of her mouth and got up.
The colonel made a move on the chess board. But I was not looking at the board. Ratna, moving with an ease that suggested she had been doing this for a long time, straddled the colonel. She put her knees on the chair on either side of the colonel's thighs, and lowered herself, taking his obscenely thick dick into her cunt without needing her hands to guide it in. She then started moving up and down on the colonel's dick, and he wrapped his hairy arms around her back, hugging her tightly as they fucked. I wanted to look away. But I could not. I kept staring at them.
The colonel was still staring at me. He then smiled and said,
"Your move, Prerna." and then added, "You might want to just save everyone's time by toppling your king."
That second sentence made me jerk my neck and shift my gaze to the chess board. He was saying that he was so close to winning that I should resign? How did that happen? What magical move did he make? As I looked at the board, I saw that his move had been very benign. He had moved another pawn forward. There was not even a remote threat to my king. On the contrary, the pawn move had opened up his king and I had to just move my queen and checkmate him. There seemed no way he could avoid checkmate. I made sure there was nothing on the board that I had missed and looked back at the colonel, confused.
"Don't look so confused." the colonel said. "You know that you should just topple your king."
"But why.." I started saying when the major's voice said,
"Yes, just topple your king."
I hadn't even realized when the major had moved so close to me. He was now standing barely half a foot away from me, still naked, and his erect dick a few inches from my face. As I registered his presence so close to me, I also detected a musky scent on his dick, of his precum, combined with the bitter smell of Ratna's juices on it. From so close, it looked even bigger, with the thick veins running along it taught and visible, and its thick uncircumcised purple head staring at me like a one-eyed monster. I should have looked away, but I kept staring.
The major, realizing that I had been spellbound by his magnificent cock, took another step closer until it was barely an inch away from touching my lips. He then said,
"Topple your king, Prerna. Just give up already."
I looked up from his dick to his face and into his eyes. They had a fiery, almost animalistic look in them, the raw desire in them almost hitting me like a stream of bullets. He then put his hand on my bare shoulder, and squeezed it gently, his touch sending a bolt of electricity up and down my body, and making my legs part involuntarily.
No matter how much resolve I had been muster up until then, I could sense I was at a breaking point. I could hear the colonel fucking Ratna hard, and now that her mouth was unencumbered by the presence of anything, she was grunting loudly and passionately. The major's touch had made my body respond, and the goose bumps on it were there for everyone to see. And his big beautiful dick, so close to my face and shooting its scent up my nose, was adding to the effect.
All I had to do to get my dress and money back and leave this place with my dignity regained, was move my queen and checkmate the colonel. No other chess player in the world, even with a gun to their head, would play any other move. And there wasn't a gun to my head. No, not a gun, but something a lot more.....dangerous.
I looked away from the major and turned back to face the chess board. As I reached towards the board with my hand, the colonel stopped fucking Ratna and held her in place, his eyes following my hand. Ratna also turned her head and looked at the board. I picked up my queen, and as I did so, the major squeezed my shoulder with his hand. In response to his squeeze, my body shivered visibly, as if it were freezing. My hand shook just as I was about to place the queen next to his king and checkmate the colonel. And my hand paused.
I then watched, as if watching some other woman move, as I moved the queen back to her original place. I put my index finger on top of my king. I looked at the major's face, then his oozing dick. Then I let out a loud sigh and flicked the king forward.
It almost seemed as the king fell to the board in slow motion. Gradually. With each passing microsecond, I knew that I had resigned way more than just a chess game. From here on, nothing in my life would ever be the same again. Nothing.
If the falling of the king seemed to happen in slow motion, what happened after my king stopped rolling and lay there, resigned and humiliated, seemed to proceed in fast forward mode. The major pushed my chair behind with a firm shove, and moved in front, between me and the chess board. He bent down, dug his fingers into my panties and gave them a downward tug. I didn't even realize how or when I raised my butt off the chair to allow him to slip the panties down, and didn't even register the exact moment when I became fully naked. Like I said, it all seemed to be happening in fast forward.
The major then put both his strong rough hands on my waist and pulled me forward, so my ass was on the edge of the seat and my head resting against the back. He got down on his knees in front of me, pulled my thighs apart, and lunged forward, his long dick entering me in one swift motion. I was surprised that I had become wet enough for that big dick to enter me so easily. He took it out just as easily and rammed it in again hard, hitting spots inside me that Dhruv's average but respectable dick had never been able to.
As he kept fucking me, I heard a loud and high pitched moan which sounded nothing like Ratna, and it took me a few moments to register that it was coming from my mouth. The fire in my cunt was being stoked by the second as the major kept hammering it, and all I could do was look looking at the wild and resolute expression on his face. And moan. The major looked into my eyes for a few moments, and even as he kept pounding my cunt, bent down and kissed me. The gentleness of his kiss was in sharp contrast with the merciless fury with which he was shafting my cunt.
He took one hand off my thigh, and pressed it to the back of my head, making our kiss even more intimate and passionate. Our tongues played with each other and our salivas mingled and our lips kept wrestling with each other. The kiss made time slow down. Or at least it felt that way because the kiss seemed to last forever. My body, starved of any sexual contact, was enjoying the double pleasure of a passionate kiss and a primal fuck.
When the major finally broke our kiss and pushed his head back, I saw the colonel and Ratna standing next to the chair. The colonel had an eager and pleased look on his face, while Ratna's face was bathed in a mixture of sadness and arousal. She was clearly conflicted by how she felt about her memsaab getting fucked like this in front of her. Our eyes met and we stared at each other for several moments.
That intense mutual stare seemed to be saying a lot to each other. I tilted my head slightly and my lips formed a sad smile, as if to say that she was right, and had done her best to warn me from ending up where I had ended up - naked on an arm chair, with my legs pointing upwards, getting fucked hard by an old man I barely knew. And yet, Ratna seemed to understand that I did not regret it much, at least not at that moment. Her eyes conveyed a greater regret for my situation than I had been feeling.
Nevertheless, the aroused look on her face as she also smiled, showed that she was also pleased by this development. And it seemed like she was as aware as me, that the dick that had been ramming her cunt just minutes ago, was now pounding mine. That we were no longer in the memsaab-maid relationship, and were somehow bonded forever by being fucked one after another by this old man whom we were not married to, and who was about twice our age.
"Don't you have work to finish, Ratna?" the colonel said, interrupting our locked gazes.
Ratna looked away from me, and at the colonel. She nodded and said,
"Yes, saab."
"Major." the colonel pointed said, and immediately the major stopped fucking me and stepped away. I lay there, breathless with the shafting I had just gotten, each of my legs wrapped over the armrests, leaving my wet cunt open for everyone to see. I stared at the colonel as he took a few steps and was in front of me, and I expected him to now take the major's place and start fucking me. His thick dick certainly looked ready to do so.
But instead, the colonel grabbed my legs with both his hands and brought them down from over the armrest. He then put one arm under my knees, and another under my back, and picked me up effortlessly. My naked boobs pressed against each other as my body, bent at the waist, was suspended in the colonel's arms. My cheek was pressed against the thick gray hair on his chest. And I could feel his dick poking gently at my ass.
As I described before, I am not fat, but neither am I a petite little waif. My height combined with my normal non-skinny build means that I weigh enough for most men to be unable to just pick up easily. When Dhruv had wanted to ceremonially carry me over the threshold of our apartment after we got married, he had been able to hold on to me only for a few seconds, and had put me down almost at once.
The colonel however, was carrying me with surprising ease. Holding my naked body in his arms, he quietly walked into his bedroom, the major following one step behind as if they were a 2 man marching formation. In the bedroom, he put me down gently on a big king sized bed with crisp and neatly tucked in white sheets. I lay there on the bed, my fingers playing with my hair, staring at the colonel.
He got on the bed on his knees, and then bent down and started roughly massaging my boobs. He then started biting my boobs all over as I felt his thick rough moustache rub against my nipples. I put a hand on his bald head and rubbed it gently. He played with my boobs for a couple of minutes, and then pushed on my back. As I lay there, he moved on his knees behind me, wordlessly, making it clear what was expected of me. I got on my hands and knees, my shapely ass pointing at the colonel.
The colonel's dick was rubbing against my inner thighs as his hands now started massaging my ass cheeks. He grabbed my ass, pinched it, fondled it for a while and then spanked both my cheeks hard a couple of times. The loud smacking noise of the spanks brought a chuckle out of him, as well as the major who was standing next to the bed in deference. As the colonel kept playing with my ass, I was waiting, on my hands on knees, desperate for his thick cock to fuck me. The ass foreplay was nice, but what I needed right now was a good fucking.
But the colonel was taking his time. After spanking my ass a few more times and admiring the way it jiggled, he put his thumb on my waist just above by ass. He then moved the thumb down, along my ass crack, parting my cheeks as I felt the flesh of his thumb and nail move downwards. The thumb paused just as it was at my asshole. He pressed it gently with the front of his thumb, almost inquiringly, waiting to see how I reacted. I did not react, just waited on all fours for him to finally get on with fucking me.
He then slowly inserted the top of his thumb into my anus without too much trouble, and I drew my breath in sharply. Dhruv liked to occasionally fuck me in the ass, and although I did not enjoy it too much, I let him. It had taken him a couple of years of convincing me to let him. Initially it had been painful. But by now, it was mostly painfree, and still not pleasant. But Dhruv's normal cock was one thing, and the colonel freakishly thick monster was a different matter altogether. I was about to say something to stop him when,
"Don't worry. Not going there." he said his first words since the chess game very calmly, "At least not yet. Just wanted to assess the possibilities."
"Please just...." I said and stopped.
"Just what?" he asked in a naughty tone.
"Please just get on with it." I said impatiently.
"Get on with what?" he asked, being a total brat.
"Just fuck me already, colonel." I said.
"As the lady says." the colonel said and thrust his dick into my cunt hard.
My cunt had considerably more discomfort at the colonel's first entry than the major's. The major's had been long, and although accommodating that length in itself was unusual, the colonel's girth was a different ballgame altogether. I let out a loud screech, as the walls of my cunt, even with the leftover natural lubrication from the major's fuck, were stretched to their limits. But the colonel paid no attention to my discomfort and started fucking me, although gently after the first hard thrust.
I let out a few more wails as the battering-ram that was the colonel's dick continued its assault on my cunt. But in a dozen or two strokes, my cunt walls seemed to have adapted to the girth, and the pain and discomfort subsides. Sensing that I had now gotten used to the colonel's dick, from the fact that my wails had turned into moans of pleasure, the major got on the bed on his knees in front of me.
The long uncircumcised dick that had been fucking me just minutes ago was now back in front of my face. The major did not need to spell out what he wanted, and I opened my mouth wide. The major grabbed hold of my hair, and then thrust his dick into my mouth very hard, much like he had done with my cunt. Almost at once, the dick hit the back of my throat and I gagged and tried to take it out. But the major, anticipating the reaction, had gripped my hair tightly and I was unable to move my head.
Instead of me sucking his dick, his dick started fucking my mouth. After that first thrust though, the major moved his dick and held my head in a way that did not elicit that big a gag reaction. The tip would slide down my throat, and it still felt weird but I got used to it very soon. The major had after all probably been fucking mouths since before I was born. After all these years, he had clearly perfected the art of mouth fucking.
As the gag reflexes subsided, or started seeming bearable, my brain now started registering the assault of the monster dicks on both my ends. A thick fat one hammering my cunt and a long one screwing my mouth and throat. Even in that state of unprecedented arousal, I could help but think "Laurel and Hardy". I chuckled to myself. Or rather, tried to chuckle, but could not, because the major's dick had invaded and occupied my mouth with the resoluteness of Hitler invading Poland.
I was getting fucked on both ends, or as they say spit-roasted, by two dicks that were sizeable in different ways. After I got used to the size of both those monster cocks in the two antipodal holes of my body, and also got used to the odd feeling of their big balls slapping against my thighs and my chin, the pleasure started seeping through. My increasing breathlessness was not only because of the workout their assaults were putting me through, but also because of my body reacting to them. From weeks, even months of minimal sex to such an arduous ménage a trois was a big leap that my body and mind both were enthralled by.
For ten minutes or so, as the men kept pounding both my ends, my body was building itself up into a state of sexual frenzy, until finally my first orgasm of the day...of the week..of the month..started bearing down on me like a hurricane. Just the initial rumblings were enough for me to realize it was going to be a massive one. I shuddered and shook a the approach, and the major, realizing what was coming, let go of my hair and didn't stop me when I took his dick out of my mouth.
I gasped for fresh air, but only momentarily, because the colonel, also sensing where I was, doubled the tempo of his fucking, and it pushed me over the edge very fast. I am always a noisy cummer, but the way I hollered and quaked at the orgasm was so intense, that Ratna came running into the room in concern. I grabbed on to the major's erect dick for support, making him yelp in pain for a change, arched my back and let the torrid orgasm sweep over me like a tsunami. My breasts swung back and forth like giant pendulums. If the colonel had not been grabbing on to my waist firmly, I probably would have been knocked off my knees by the sheer gale force of that orgasm. It hit, peaked, and continued at the peak for what seemed like ages.
Finally, when it started subsiding, I let go of the major's dick, much to his relief, my elbows gave way and my shoulders slumped to the bed. As my head was resting on my left cheek, and I realized that I was looking at the major and Ratna through a blurry vision. No orgasm before this in my life had been intense enough to make me involuntarily cry. The major and my maid looked at me with mouths open in amazement as I wiped the tears from my eyes.
And plop, I felt my ass hit the bed sideways. The colonel had taken his dick out from my cunt and let go of my waist. I lay there in a fetal position, breathing heavily, still moaning from the after-effects of the orgasm, and wiping my eyes as I tried hard to stop crying. My mouth was hurting and my cunt was sore. And the tears kept coming. And the possible reason for the tears made its way into my head belatedly. I realized, with an unbearably sharp pang of guilt, that I had cheated on my husband, and cheated quite earth-shattering. By being fucked by two old men.
And the events of the day cascaded through my head. I still could not believe that in the course of a couple of hours, I had gone from confidently going for a profitable chess game, to being fucked simultaneously by two men I barely knew. And my crying got louder.
My two lovers however, were not waiting around for my guilt attack to subside. Nor were they interested in comforting or consoling me. They watched me curiously for a while, and then let me lay there, squirming and crying, as they pulled Ratna on to the bed. After I finally got done crying, and wiped the last of my tears, I got an idea of how I must have looked minutes ago. Ratna was on all fours just inches away from me, the colonel fucking her in the cunt, and the major roughly screwing her mouth.
I sat up slowly, and stared at them, trying to decide what to do next. But the major made the decision for me. As soon as he saw me sit up, he took his dick out of Ratna's mouth, and crawled towards me. He took me into his arms, and kissed me, once more very gently and passionately, and the comforting passion of his kiss melted away any thoughts of guilt that I had. Within seconds, I knew it and he knew it, that I was ready to continue.
And there I was, laid on my back, perpendicular to Ratna, looking up at her face which was directly above mine. The major was continuing where he had left off, fucking me rapidly missionary style. Ratna and I stared into each others eyes, both of us moving in similar rapid rhythms being fucked by the two old army men. As I looked up and Ratna's face above me, my mind again made a symbolic note. Until a few hours back, in a sense, I had been above Ratna, her employer, her memsaab, several rungs higher in the socio-economic ladder. And here, as these men on the same bed were shafting both of our sweaty bodies, she was in a way on top of me.
As if to rub in the egalitarian nature of this orgy, quite literally, something else happened. Ratna's mouth had been wide open as the colonel fucked her. And a stream of spit came out of her mouth, and dropped down, splashing my nose, cheeks and some of it entering my mouth. Instead of being revolted, I felt a little turned on. I rubbed my fingers into her spit and licked them.
The major, who had noticed what had happened and my reaction to it, bent forward and pushed Ratna's head down towards mine. And the two of us kissed. And kept kissing. My maid and I were lip locked in a passionate kiss as two men who were not our husbands kept fucking us at the same time. Could it get any more perverted?
Ratna and I kept kissing on and off for about ten minutes when we both had an orgasm at about the same time, probably spurred by this taboo tongue tennis. My orgasm was not as intense as the first one, but was still pretty intense. Ratna's however, seemed more moderate. After that orgasm subsided, a realization struck me. These men were still going at it! Neither of them seemed even close to cumming. I had read that old men take a long time to cum, but this seemed unnatural. Surely, they had to cum very soon.
But forget cumming soon, the colonel decided it was time for a partner swap. Now he was fucking me in the missionary position and the major was fucking Ratna doggy style. That went on for fifteen minutes, and it was back to me and the major, and Ratna and the colonel, both missionary style. Both Ratna and I were exhausted by the multiple orgasms that had swept over us and were now just moving along to the thrusts of the men. Finally, after well over an hour, the colonel made a guttural noise. He took out his dick from Ratna's cunt and pointed it towards our faces. A thick stream of what seemed like a liter of cum rained on our faces and our hair.
I was too stunned to react for a few seconds, but Ratna, obviously used to it by now, first licked and swallowed the cum on her face and then started licking mine. A minute later, the major also did the same thing. This time, I reciprocated by licking Ratna's face clean.
I was tired and breathless, but Ratna looked positively beat. After I finished licking the cum off her face, she just rolled over, put a pillow under her head, and fell asleep almost instantly. She was probably used to doing it. I decided to get up, get cleaned and maybe head home, but as I tried to get up, I realized my thighs were hurting too much. So I lay back on the bed, with my eyes open. The major came over gave me a short kiss.
"Have some rest." he said, and walked out of the bedroom. The colonel too got up and left the room. It was amazing how the two old men had barely broken a sweat. I decided to rest for a while and then leave. But I had no idea when I also, much like Ratna, fell asleep.
I woke up, roughly an hour later according to the wall clock. And I was awakened by Ratna's grunts. I did not think anything else could shock me today. But the sight in front of me did manage to knock my socks off... or would have, had I been wearing socks. I had seen stuff like this occasionally in porn films. But I never thought people actually did this in normal life. Not that any of what had happened before was normal. Still, I was shocked to see Ratna, lying face down on top of the colonel as he fucked her cunt, and the major on top of her ramming her asshole. Ratna's face wore a mixture of pain and pleasure that was unmatched by anything I had seen earlier that day.
I sat up and stared at this unbelievable scene of double penetration in front of me. Ratna noticed me sit up and flashed me a smile. The two men ignored me for the moment. I watched them fuck her for a few minutes and then felt an urgent need to pee. So I walked to the bathroom attached to the bedroom to relieve myself.
When I walked out, the threeway seemed to have ended. Ratna was sitting on her knees in a corner of the bed. And the two men were sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom door. I walked out, thought of something to say, but words failed me. Wordlessly, the colonel took me by the hand and got me back on the bed. He lay down on his back and pulled me on top of him. I put my knees on either side of his hips and took his thick dick inside my cunt.
I knew what was about to happen. As I had watched them fuck Ratna, I had started off thinking, no way am I going to let them do that to me. But the look on Ratna's face showed how much she was loving it. That it was a completely different kind of a high from just plain anal sex, which I always found boring. And within minutes, I had changed my mind to, well maybe, if they try. As I fucked colonel in the cowgirl position, I knew that the major would soon make his move. He waited for a few minutes, let me get into the frenzy of the fuck, and then picked up a tube of lubricant that was next to the pillow.
He approached me from the back gingerly, expecting some resistance. But was delighted to find none. He then squirted a generous dollop of the lubricant on my asshole, smeared it all around, and pushed a finger inside. He seemed pleased to note that my asshole was not virgin. That I had done it there before.
It still hurt when he started pushing his dick inside slowly. I winced and moaned, but did not tell him to stop. The major poured some more lubricant around his dick and pressed forth. After about half his dick was inside my asshole, he decided that was as far as he would go. He poured some more lubricant and started fucking my ass with half his dick. As both of my holes down there were getting fucked, I could identify with the mix of pain and pleasure I had seen on Ratna's face. It did have the pain of anal sex, but the penetration seemed a lot more pleasurable when combined with cunt fucking. Ratna got on her knees next to me and started licking my nipples. And very soon, I was about to orgasm for the umpteenth time that day.
After ten minutes of double penetration, the men decided to have mercy on my battered body, and withdrew. The colonel thrust his dick inside my mouth, and the major put his inside Ratna's mouth, as we both sat next to each other on the side of the bed. We both sucked their dicks expertly, as if in a race to see who wins first, and Ratna got the major to orgasm a minute before I got the colonel to cum in my mouth.
After both of us swallowed their loads entirely, we all just sat there dumbly for a couple of minutes, neither of us saying a word. Even if I had wanted to say something, I would not know what to say.
"I have to go. My kids will be home from school soon." Ratna said and got up.
I got up without saying anything and walked to the bathroom. My thighs were still hurting, and I limped a little. I could barely recognize the person in the mirror. Hair disheveled and streaked with cum. Face covered with patches of dried cum and spit. But it wasn't just the physical appearance that made me unrecognizable. It was what I had turned into in a matter of hours.
When I washed up and came out of the bathroom, the bedroom was empty. I walked out to the living room naked, where the two old men, fully dressed, had started a game of chess. Uncertainly I walked up to them. My panties were lying on the floor. I picked them up and put them on.
"Another game?" the colonel asked.
"No thank you. I should get going." I said.
"As you wish." the colonel said. I stood there and stared at him pointedly. "What?"
"Can I have my dress back?" I said.
"Well... you know... you toppled your king. So technically, I did beat you in under 20 moves." the colonel said flatly.
I looked at him incredulously, my face going red in anger. I was about to open my mouth and scream something unintelligible when the colonel said,
"Just kidding, young lady."
I seethed in anger as he walked into the bedroom, unlocked the cupboard, took the dress out and handed it to me. In the living room, he also handed me the money. And without any sort of comment or discussion about all the sex we had been having, I left the apartment and went home.
The next morning when I opened the door for Ratna, neither of us could look the other in the eyes. She rushed to the kitchen to do her work and I went back to the bedroom. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep some more, but I could not. The events of the previous day kept repeating themselves in my head.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the bedroom door. I opened the door and Ratna was standing there.
"Where is saab? There are no clothes of his for washing." she asked worriedly.
"He left." I answered.
"Where?" she asked.
"I don't know. Maybe a friend's place." I said, staring at my feet and fighting back tears. Realization swept across Ratna's face.
"You told him???" she asked incredulously. I nodded. "Why???"
"I just had to." I said, fighting back tears. But instead of me, Ratna started wailing and crying. She sank to the floor and kept crying, saying,
"It's all my fault. It's all my fault."
"No Ratna." I consoled her. "It is not your fault. In fact you tried to warn me."
She cried silently for a couple of minutes. And then,
"It is my fault. It is because of me that all this started." she said. And then I listened with a combination of rage and amazement as Ratna told me the whole story. The pieces that she could not provide, fell in place later when I confronted the colonel and he confessed too.
The colonel had, often with the major, slept with at least half the women in the building. It was not too difficult. Most of those women were in their 40s and 50s, fat and frumpy, in loveless marriages with husbands who were either too busy or impotent. Showering some attention, and the occasional gift was usually enough to get them into bed when their husbands were away at work. Ratna too had been seduced similarly, with a combination of attention and gifts.
Then I moved into the building. I was not only much younger than any other housewives, but I was also good looking and educated. When the colonel saw me around the building, he had his sights set on me. There was also gossip in the building about how Dhruv and I had fights regularly, and neighbors heard us yelling at each other. So my marriage being in trouble was common knowledge. But both he and the major knew that the usual tricks would not work with me. they tried to discuss a few different plans to lure me in, but none of them seemed to be realistic. So they had decided to not even try, and be satisfied with the frumpy older women. The one day, after both men had fucked Ratna, they sat down to play a game of chess which they occasionally did. Apparently both men were really good at it. In fact the colonel used to run a chess coaching camp in the summers and often participated in contests. Ratna while leaving, made a comment in passing that she had seen some trophies in my house with chessboards or chess pieces on them. That intrigued the colonel.
He already knew my maiden name from the name plate. He did a google search and found my mention in newspapers and websites from the late 90s. But he also saw that for a decade or so, there was no more mention of me related to chess. Which meant I had probably given up chess. So he decided to try and use chess to draw me in.
The first day that I went to his place to inquire about Ratna, she had gone AWOL from work at his behest. And he told her not to tell me either. Ratna found the whole idea far fetched, but went along with it. Since he was the only other person in the building she worked for, he knew I would go over to ask them sooner or later. So both the men were waiting for me to turn up. In fact they had even laid out the game as a bait for me to interfere and suggest a move to the major.
That day, the colonel played like an amateur on purpose. Partly to lull me into a false sense of superiority, and partly to gauge my style. Ratna had also mentioned that Dhruv and I argued about money. So he put up cash as another bait, knowing how much it would mean to me. He also acted petulant on being beaten by me, to give him an excuse to take a week long break.
In that break, he really did some homework. But homework that was a lot more involved than I had expected. All chess tournaments keep archives of previous games. For the next week, both he and the major visited chess clubs and organizations that used to conduct the tournaments. They got copies of almost all my previous games. And pored over them to figure out my favorite openings and defenses. And gauged some recurring patterns they could exploit.
The game in the second week was for "data collection" purposes. The colonel played a few different moves to gauge how my playing style had changed, and ten years on, if I had kept up with the game or knew any recent variations. It became clear to them that although I was still damn good at chess, I had stayed abreast of the recent developments. It was possible to beat me with enough preparation and by emulating some grandmaster's recent game. Although I won that day, they got enough pointers about which tactics to employ. And figured out at least 4 recent games that they could replicate and have a chance to beat me with.
So the next week, they felt confident enough to gamble more money. It was still possible that I would win. And the colonel would lose more money. But that was their only shot and they had to take the chance. And the preparation paid off. He knew my queen sacrifice tactic and was able to counter it. I did make a mistake about the bishop, but without it, chances are he would have won. Not only did I lose all the money, but I also made life easy for him by buying a dress with my previous winnings and then wearing the dress to the game. Initially, they had thought it would take more games to get me to a place where I would bet my clothing. But one win did it.
After it, the colonel just had to challenge my feminist pride by acting cocky, and that was enough to get me to bet the dress. And of course, the accidental oversight of not wearing a bra made stripping me even easier.
The men were sure that even if I agreed to betting clothes on the game, I would never put sex on the line. For that I had to be enticed into it. They decided that once I was in at least partial state of undress, they would have Ratna come in, and have sex with them in front of me. It was a risky move again. I could have been scandalized enough to just leave. But again, a gambit they had to play. They had to bet that having sex with her in front of me, combined with the sight of their big dicks, would turn me on enough to go along. And it is turned out, every gamble they took paid off. And in bed, I had been more willing and eager than they had expected.
These revelations pissed me off no end. I fired Ratna, and had a big fight with the colonel. He and I were on the outs for a while. He tried to apologize, and coax me into spending time with him but I was too upset.
On the home front, honesty really hadn't turned out to be the best policy. Dhruv, who had packed up his stuff and left after I confessed everything to him. made up his mind to divorce me and never came back. His lawyer told me up front that since I had been unfaithful to Dhruv, I could not ask for alimony. If I did, they would bring up my infidelity in court, bring the two old men and Ratna as witnesses, and make a public spectacle of the whole thing with details. I agreed to a period of separation followed by a divorce without any demands.
A month later, I had no job, no savings, no husband, and an apartment whose rent I could not afford to pay. I could not go back to my parents. And I had no real friends left who could put me up. All of my friends were also Dhruv's friends who had decided to side with him because I was the one who had cheated. I was at my wits' end, with no actionable plan for my future except to move into a working women's hostel, and take up a low paid job as a receptionist or a secretary. It was in that desolate period of my life that the colonel came to my house again, saying he could help me, begging me to just listen to him. I let him in, and when I heard what he had to say, it seemed like a better alternative than anything else I could do.
He and the major had always wanted to start a chess coaching class. He had enough savings to rent a small room for it. And there was enough demand in Kanjurmarg for chess coaching. If I joined them, they would share the profits with me. I figured that making a living with chess, something I loved, was better than answering phones or making tea for someone. So after a couple of days of thinking, I agreed.
Ten days were spent working together with the colonel and the major on setting up the chess coaching, renting the space, buying the equipment and designing ways to promote and advertise our coaching. Both men knew I was still a little upset about their manipulating and hustling me, so they kept it strictly professional. On the eleventh day, a friday, when we got done designing pamphlets at 10 in the night, the major finally decided to make a move and kissed me. I did not resist. The three of us had sex all night. By 6 am, when the two men finally got tired enough to stop pounding my cunt and ass, I was too exhausted to even walk back to my apartment. I woke up in the afternoon to find a naked colonel next to me, his thick dick poking against my ass.
We spent the weekend just fucking, eating and sleeping, Ratna joining us on one of the mornings. When I finally went back to my apartment after a gap of 3 days, it was for the last time. I packed up all my clothes, books, and other things including my chess trophies. And I moved in with the colonel. No point in paying rent for two apartments when most of your days are spent in one.
It's not like the building wasn't already abuzz with gossip about us. After I vacated my apartment and moved in with him, the buzz reached new levels. Everyone started calling me the colonel's "mistress" which I guess I technically was. And I got thrice as many dirty looks from the building women than I already did. But I am sure at least half of those dirty looks were from women who were jealous that they could not fuck the colonel any more because of me.
Life hasn't exactly turned out the way I expected it to. When making plans in college, I had decided that my 30th birthday would be spent in some exotic foreign vacation spot, toasting expensive champagne with my beloved qualified and successful husband, maybe with a kid, in the company of my friends and my parents whom I could all fly over for the celebrations because I would be working in a great enough job to afford it. My husband would buy me expensive jewelry as the gift but the real secret gift would be a BMW he bought as a surprise.
Instead, on my 30th birthday, I was woken up, still in Kanjurmarg, by the major and the colonel both naked except for red ribbons tied in a bow around their dicks. That was their gift to me. Something I got everyday. Sex with them. Instead of toasting expensive champagne, we all got drunk on the godawful Indian made rum that they get for free from the army stores. And my parents, upset over "besmirching the family name by living like a harlot", did not even call up to wish me.
So no, life has not exactly turned out the way I expected it to. But it's still not bad. I make a decent living doing what I love, which is much more satisfying that earning a million rupees doing something you hate. I have two erudite, well-behaved and virile men to have sex with, without any pretense of love, which is better than being in a painful charade of a marriage with a husband when the love has long died. And the sex is better than it ever was.
I sighed as I finally walked past the gate of my apartment complex. It was an unusually hot day even for a city like Mumbai where the summers were cruel. The heat, the humidity, the fatigue was complimented by a heavy bag of groceries that I carried in my hands and also a big hand bag that was over my shoulder.
Drops of sweat were accumulating on my forehead as I awkwardly walked to my building. As I was walking, I noticed a cab standing below my building. It was a cab from one of those several cab hiring companies that had sprung up in the country in the last few years.
The trunk of the cab was open and I saw a couple of bags inside the trunk and I also noticed the driver sitting in the cab. He turned his head to look at me as I walked passed him, not failing to realize his lecherous stare.
'Asshole...' I thought about the cab driver and kept walking. I went over to the elevator and noticed that the 'out of order' board was hanging on the elevator door. Since my house was on the third floor, I never really needed the elevator. I had kept myself active enough to easily climb the stairs. But with all the groceries in my hand, my dehydrated body didn't have the energy to climb up the fleet of stairs which looked like huge challenge.
I cursed under my breath and started dragging myself to my third floor apartment via the stairs. I slowly and awkwardly labored my way over to my apartment and kept the bag of groceries on the stairs. I started looking for the keys to my house inside the bag when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
I glanced up to see a tall, lean man walking down towards me. Looking at his white complexion and blond hair, I realized that he wasn't from around; that he was a foreigner.
He stopped a couple of feet away from on the staircase. He was tall and the couple of feet added by the step made him look taller. I kept looking up at him, expecting him to say something. But he looked down at his feet and I followed his gaze to realize that my bag of groceries was in the way.
We both looked at each other and all I could do was smile awkwardly and move the bag to the side. He smiled at me, tipped his baseball cap and started walking down the stairs. I immediately picked up the bag of groceries and realized that he was staring me as he walked down the stairs. His stare wasn't as obvious and lecherous as the cabbie but none the less like a man checking out a woman. Being a woman, that too a beautiful one, I had become used to being stared and at times gawked at and didn't make much of it and walked inside my apartment.
I freshened up, had a couple of glasses of water and got down to cooking myself a meal. I was busy in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell. I wondered who it might be at the door in the middle of the afternoon. I walked over and opened the door to see my neighbor and friend Rupali.
"Hi Rhea..." Rupali said as she walked into my house.
"Hi Rupali..." I replied and closed the door behind me. Rupali and I had known each other ever since I moved to this place 5 years ago; she had moved here a year before I did. She and I were in our early thirties and we hit it off immediately and had been good friends ever since.
"We have a new neighbor amongst us." Rupali said as she walked behind me into the kitchen.
"I know." I replied.
"He's not from around here, you know?" She said as stood in the kitchen and I walked over to the kitchen counter to cook.
"I know." I replied.
"How do you know?" She asked with a sense of bewilderment, in her typical high pitched voice. Rupali, being the gossip monger of the neighborhood took offence to the fact that I knew the hottest piece of gossip before she could tell me.
"I saw him. He walked right passed me some time back." I told her, trying to pacify her dented ego.
"Ohhh...Do you know his name?" She asked.
"No I don't." I replied. As soon as I said that I saw her face glow hi delight. She finally was telling me something I didn't know.
"His name is Jacques. He is from France. His company posted him here at their office in BKC and he came to India a couple of days ago. He was living at the Marriott for the last couple of days. Mr. Mehra leased out his house to the company Jacques works in and they've giving him that place to live." Rupali said that in one breath.
I smiled in amusement at how excited she sounded telling me about a stranger from overseas who had moved in not more than an hour ago.
"How do you know all that? Are you a spy or something...like James Bond?" I asked her, wondering how she could gather all that information so quickly.
"Hahaha...No! I talked to him sometime back." She replied.
"Ohhh...You were welcoming him to the neighborhood huh?" I said and winked at her.
"Hehe...No No...just a courtesy visit; you know that I am a good neighbor." She replied, poorly justifying her walking up to a stranger and asking him a whole lot about himself.
"Hmmmm...righttttt..." I said and laughed and Rupali joined the laughter.
"What are you making for lunch?" She asked as she walked over to the counter and peeped inside on of the pots.
"Nothing special...just the usual." I replied.
"Your usual is also special for me. I love your cooking. I am not in the mood to cook today. I am going to eat here." She declared.
"Hehehe...alright..." I replied and we both got busy cooking.
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Another round of grocery shopping had come up a few days after. It had been days since Rupali had dropped by for lunch and we had talked about our new neighbor. This time I avoided going to the shop in the afternoon and opted for an evening excursion.
I walked over to the shop and heard some commotion. The shop keeper was talking loudly to a man whose back was towards me.
"No...I no Englisss...No...Vhaat you whaant?" I heard Ratichand, our neighborhood grocer speaking rather loudly.
I could hear the man speaking what was clearly not English. I walked closer to enquire when Ratichand saw me and turned to talk to me.
"Are madam...dekho na ye firang kya bol raha hai...kuch samajh nahi aa raha..." (Madam...look at this foreigner...I have no clue what he is saying). Ratichand said, sounding clearly agitated.
The man turned to me as soon as he heard Ratichand talk to me and I got a clear look at his face. It was the Frenchman from my building, Jacques. Amused at the cultural clash between the men, I smiled and walked over to them. Jacques gave me an awkward smile as I stood next to him.
"What do you want?" I asked Jacques in English which I thought he understood but I was clearly wrong. He looked lost, perhaps trying to figure out what I was asking him. I asked him again, this time tilting my hand in the typical Indian way when asking a question.
"Oeufs...Je veux des oeufs." He said.
"Huh...what?" I replied. I knew he was speaking French but at the moment I was as clueless as Ratichand.
Jacques thought for a moment and then tucked his hands under his armpits and started flapping hands like that of a chicken. He even went to the extent of clucking like a chicken and then made a circle with his index finger and thumb. I giggled when I realized what he wanted.
"Bhaiyya...give him a dozen eggs." I told Ratichand who look relieved and nodded his head in amusement when I solved the puzzle for him.
Ratichand came back with a dozen eggs and Jacques seemed elated to finally get what he wanted.
"Merci...." Jacques looked at me, gently nodded with a smile. Now I was no expert in French language but I knew a few words.
"You're welcome." I replied. Jacques picked up a loaf of bread, paid Ratichand the money and walked out of the store. I got busy shopping for my supplies and after a good fifteen minutes walked out of the store with a big bag of groceries.
As I stepped out of the store, I saw Jacques standing there, smiling at me. He had been waiting there all this while. I smiled back at him and he started walking with me. I didn't mind that. Perhaps he was showing courtesy to a woman who had helped him in this strange foreign land.
We kept walking slowly, not saying a word. I had the huge bag of groceries in my hand and was walking as awkwardly as the last time. He noticed that and promptly took the bag from my hands into his. I couldn't say much and I didn't want to either because it was a relief to have that bag off me.
"I...Jacques..." He said as he extended his arms for a handshake.
"Hehe...I am Rhea." I said, extending my hand and meeting his. The first thing I noticed was his hand was too large for mine. It enveloped my hand during the handshake. The next thing I noticed was how effortlessly he was holding the heavy grocery bag in his arm and walking with me.
"Nice...to...meet...you." He said and smiled.
"Nice to meet you too." I replied and we kept walking. As we walked, the other things I realized was Jacques was tall...really tall. I stand at 5 feet 7 inches, making me tall for an Indian woman but Jacques towered at least half a foot over me making him a 6 foot plus man. His lean frame accentuated his height but he wasn't skinny, not by any standard. I realized that when I saw his chiseled forearm and bicep as he carried the grocery bag.
He had blond hair, not unusual for a European and he was white...not fair...but white. Even the fairest Indian was dark compared to him. His blond hair and white complexion was complimented with light blue eyes which seemed as if he was wearing lenses but I was sure they were natural.
We walked over to our building and got into the elevator all the while making awkward small talk; him in his broken English and I trying to reply. In the closed, cramped elevator, I realized that he was wearing really nice cologne which just added to his personality.
We walked over to the door of my house, I opened it and welcomed him inside. He walked in and kept the bag on the dinning table and was about to leave when I asked him to stay. He smiled awkwardly and stood in his place.
"Would you like to have some coffee?" I asked him as I signaled him to sit on the couch and make himself comfortable.
"Café?" He asked.
"Yess...café." I replied.
"Yeah...yess...Merci." He replied with a boyish smile to which I smiled too and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. I returned a little later to see Jacques sitting in his place, still as awkwardly as he was before.
I placed the cups of coffee on a table and the snacks as well. I handed him a cup of coffee and sat on the couch in front of him and handed him a small dish of typical Indian snacks. He wondered what it was before I told him to eat it.
Jacques was pleasantly delighted to taste an Indian snack, perhaps his first time having one. The snacks weren't very spicy even for his pallet and he nodded happily as he munched on some more.
"What is this?" He asked in his thickly accented English.
"Chiwada." I replied.
"Huh?" He replied. The word I uttered must have been like a tongue twister to him.
"Chee-wa-daa" I replied before giggling.
"Ohhh...Chee-wa-daa is nice." He replied before laughing out loud.
He promptly took out a small pocket sized book from his jeans and started reading from it. I wondered what he was doing.
"What...do you...do Rhea?" He asked.
"I am a school teacher." I replied to a confused looking Jacques.
He buried his head in he book before he raised it again before saying, "Professeur?"
"Yess...Professor." I replied, for the first time understanding what he was saying without having him to act out for me.
"What do you do?" I asked him in response.
"ingénieur" He replied in a very French sounding version of engineer which I understood. Perhaps it would not be so difficult talking to him after all.
So for the rest of the time, I and Jacques indulged in such short and conversations and introduced ourselves. It wasn't long before the coffee was finished and the snacks had been munched on and it was time for him to leave. He got up and walked over to the door. He walked out as I stood there and said goodbye.
"Au reviour." He said as he gently waved his hand.
"Bye...Jacques." I replied before closing the door and moving on.
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Life had been pretty relaxed since the schools were closed for the summer vacations. I would spend my day doing chores at a leisurely pace rather than the hectic pace that I would do when I was working.
I had a good two months to go before the schools started and with my husband away on high seas till the end of the year, I had ample time at hand for myself. So, with that in mind, I would go for a morning jog every morning in and around my apartment complex. A few ladies from the complex would join me for a brisk walk but I preferred jogging rather than walking. Also, I wanted to focus more on the exercise rather than gossiping with the old ladies.
It was just another morning when I had woken up early for a jog around my complex. I wore my regular T shirt with a pair of yoga pants. I wore the yoga pants not to show of my butt, which frankly was worth showing off but I wore them because they were comfortable and provided me enough flexibility to run around.
I had gotten used to the other women gawking at me for wearing what they thought were revealing clothes and an unbecoming of a married woman in her thirties but fuck them, who cares, I thought.
The other ladies were done with a couple of rounds of the park before they decided to call it a day where as I had finished 5 and decided to go for another 5 before getting back home. Soon, the park was empty and I was the only person on the jogging track.
As I was jogging, I heard footsteps behind me. I could hear and feel them getting close rather quickly. I didn't bother to look back at who it was but I was aware of that person's presence and I thought it must be just one of the neighbors and continued jogging.
"Hello....Rhea..." I heard Jacques' distinct voice next to me. He was jogging right besides me and was flashing me his usual boyish smile. Startled at first, I smiled back at him when I realized it was him and we continued jogging.
"Today...Sunday...is holiday..." He said.
"Ohhh...I know...great..." replied.
"You jog everyday?" I asked him and realized he didn't understand what I had said when I saw a puzzled expression every day.
"This....you do everyday?" I asked, gesturing at him, hoping he'd understand.
"Yeah...yess...Wake early but today Sunday...So late." He replied. He must be an early riser because I hadn't seen him in the track at all in these days.
We slowly walked back to our building after we were done jogging. The summer sun hadn't been kind even in the morning and I was sweating. My wet T shirt stuck to my body, clearly outlining the curves of my well maintained figure. I had noticed him stealing glances at me when we were jogging but now that we were facing each other, he looked at me more openly.
"You...teacher eh?" He asked as he sipped Gatorade from his sipper before offering me a drink as well. I was tired and thirsty and with a delicious drink in front of me, I just grabbed it and started drinking.
"Yeah...." I replied after I gulped down a large sip.
"What you teach?" He asked.
"I teach English literature to school children." I replied.
"Hmmmm...tres bon. You teach me...how to speak English?" He asked.
"Meee...Uhh.... I don't know...I don't take private tuitions." I replied hesitantly. I barely knew the man and I had no experience in teaching English to foreigners. Due to the colonial past, Indians were fairly acquainted with English even if they hadn't received formal education so teaching them, especially young children was not that difficult. But teaching a man who had no connection to English...I just wasn't sure. Besides, I didn't expect such a request.
"Please...without English...uhh...Tres difficile...to live here." He replied, understanding my hesitation and persuading me to teach him.
"Uhhh...let me think." I said but he continued his persuasion. I hadn't taught a foreigner before but Jacques wasn't completely alien to English, he could speak to survive, so I didn't have to start from scratch. I thought for a moment more and then decided to go for it. It would be a new experience I thought.
"Ok Jacques. I will teach you." I replied to which he smiled sweetly. His dimpled cheeks, his smile showing the sparkling white teeth and his blue eyes made him look very cute and gave a glimpse of child in him but at the same time, his sweat soaked shirt and his chiseled arms gave a glimpse of his manliness.
"We start after lunch today?" He asked.
"Ummm...okay... "I replied. I had nothing else to do on a boring afternoon so I'd rather spend time doing what I do best, teach.
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"Come Inside. Please sit down." I signaled him to sit on the dinning table in the living room.
It was late in the afternoon when I had finished all my chores when Jacques came to my door. He was wearing a loose white T shirt and a pair of black shorts. His blond hair was still wet from the shower or perhaps the sweat from the unbearable summer heat. He had day a old stubble which complimented his well formed jaw line.
He sat at the dining table and I served him a cold drink and some snacks. He had brought some books along; they were mostly books for foreigners who wanted to learn conversational English, self help books. He also had brought English to French dictionary which would help a lot.
I knew Jacques didn't want to learn the grammar and all the technicality of the language but rather wanted to learn how to speak every day English. So I had to change my approach and focus on helping him learn the words, the pronunciation and some basic grammar to get the sentences right.
We were sitting just a couple of feet away from each other and I could smell the cologne he was wearing. The pleasant smell emanating from his body was a distraction. As my husband would be on the seas for months at a time, I would be sex starved at home and my starving body's heightened sense caught the aroma.
He was speaking after me, the sentences I taught him. He would smile cutely when he fumbled with the words or their pronunciations. He would refer to the dictionary if he didn't know the meaning and he grasped quite a lot for just one session.
"Are you married?" He asked as I placed a cup of tea in front of him and joined him on the dinning table.
"Yes I am. You see this chain on my neck, this is called a Mangalsutra. In India, this is a sign of being married." I explained, giving him a tit bit on Indian culture.
"He is in the merchant navy...uhh...ship..." I tried to explain him my husband's profession. He opened the dictionary and flipped some pages before stopping at one. After a moment, he raised his head and smiled at me, indicating that he understood what I said.
"He is in ship for months then, yes?" He asked.
"On the ship...not in the ship and yes...he is away for months." I replied at the same time being a teacher.
"Don't you get...uhh...bored?" He asked with a frown on his face.
"Well...I am used to it...what can I do? It's his job." I replied and sighed. My husband earned handsomely from his job but was away for long durations. I had been on his ship twice before but the high seas bored me completely.
It wasn't a cruise ship where there is so much to do. It was a oil tanker with a crew of 25-30 men who worked long hours. The only entertainment on board was a stack of DVD's which I watched over and over during the long, mentally exhausting trip. I never stepped on his ship again, preferring to wait for him to come back on land.
"Are you married?" I asked him.
"No...but have girlfriend." He replied before flipping his smart phone. He turned the screen towards me to show me his girlfriend. I saw a picture of a cute blond in her mid twenties, wearing a nice white turtle neck sweater. Standing next to the girl was Jacques and from the way the photo was clicked, it was evident that it was a 'selfie'.
"You must be missing her." I asked him.
"Yes...very much." He replied with a tinge of sadness or perhaps loneliness appearing in his eyes.
"She is very beautiful." I said trying to cheer him up.
He looked at me, smiled and nodded and said, "You are also very beautiful." I smiled and blushed which surprised me a little. It wasn't that I had been called beautiful the first time. I was surprised that I was blushing like a virgin teenage girl in front of a man over such a simple compliment.
"Thank you." I replied as I brushed aside my thoughts.
"I don't have friends here. Will you be my friend?" He asked and extended his hand at me.
"Yes Jacques. We are friends." I replied and shook his hand. We smiled at each other and continued talking for a while before he left.
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"Hi Rhea, I am sorry... I am...uhh...late." Jacques said as he walked over to me. I was standing near the jogging track of my colony waiting for him to join me for the morning jog.
It had been three weeks since I started teaching Jacques and we had become good friends. Apart from teaching him conversational English, we talked about a lot of things which not only ended in making us good friends but also improved his command over English.
Apart from English, the common thing about us was our fitness freak nature. I had seen Jacques just once on the jogging track but he told me that he woke up earlier than others to jog since it was calm and peaceful at that hour and that was the only time of the day he could tolerate since it was cooler in the mornings. He invited me to join him for his early morning jogs and I agreed and it had been a few days since we started jogging together.
"It's Okay Jacques. I just came here a couple of minutes ago." I replied as he stood near me. We walked over to the lawn in the middle of the jogging track to do some stretching exercises before we started running.
We were standing a couple of feet away, facing each other. We both started with rotating our arms and out wrists. To warm up my legs for the jog, I bent down to touch my toes and counted to five before standing back up. Till now Jacques was following me with the exercise but when I stood up I saw him staring at me.
I looked at him but didn't say anything. His behavior was a little strange as if he had stumbled upon something, something mesmerizing; it was only moments later I realized what he had seen.
I bent down again to touch my toes and this time I looked up at him to see what he was looking at. I saw him staring at me, rather my chest. My round necked T shirt gave way when I bent down revealing my cleavage. From that angle, he could clearly see my cleavage and the black bra which held them in place. Still looking up at him, I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention.
"Mr. Jacques...come back to earth." I said as I stood up. He was thrown out of his trance when he heard me and stumbled to say something. I was amused at his loss of words and giggled at the awkward moment he was facing. Was it his poor English or his loss of words and face that stopped him from coming up with an explanation but I didn't bother. It wasn't the first time someone had stared at my chest.
Depending on what kind of a person was looking at me, he would either notice my face or my breasts when he saw me and Jacques was no different. Other times I would stare angrily if I saw someone staring at me and my breasts like that but I didn't take offence at Jacques. I don't know what stopped me from getting upset.
After we were done with stretches, we plugged the headphones to our ears and started the music before we began jogging. We didn't talk much during the jog, rather saving our energy for chats before and after.
I was done with my fourth round of the track, focusing only on the music in my ears and the track ahead as I usually did. For a fleeting second I looked next to me and I saw Jacques jogging just a couple of paces behind me with his attention not on the track ahead but my butt. I looked at him for a few seconds before he saw me looking at him. This time, he didn't try forging an explanation but rather smiled cheekily.
Again I didn't get offended by his open staring at me and any upsetting feeling was shot down by his boyish smile and his dimpled chin. I smiled at him coyly to which he smiled even more, his smile showing a sense of relief and jubilation.
I looked forward and continued jogging but at the back of my mind, the first thought that came was that with that coy smile, I had just given him an invitation to check me out. A part of got busy wondering my reaction or the lack of it, another part of me felt a little offended but another part of me was enjoying the attention that a man was showering on me.
Confused and deep in thought, I didn't realize when I completed my usual 10 rounds of the track. While I was pondering upon the situation, Jacques had stepped up and had run besides me. Perhaps he knew that it wasn't wise of him to take too much liberty of the situation and he ended it.
We got in to the elevator starting our usual small talks but the moment the doors of the elevator closed, both of us kept quite, as if on cue. In the confines of a metal box, we were standing just a foot away from each other. Our eyes met as we faced each other. I smiled awkwardly and he smiled back with the same sense of awkwardness.
I saw his eyes, slowly gazing down my body from my eyes, slowly down to my chest, my stomach and then to my feet. My heaving chest, my sweat soaked hair must have been some sight to devour.
He was standing there in his white sleeveless T shirt, drops of tears pooled on his forehead and a couple of them were trickling down. A thin layer of layer of sweat covered his fair white skin, adding sheen and a glow to it. Dark green veins popped out of his arm as he squeezed the bottle of water he was holding. His black shorts gave way to hairless but very muscular thighs and a large calf muscles with very visible size and cuts.
The elevator door opened when it stopped at my floor and it brought us back. I said nothing and got off the elevator and walked straight inside my house. Once inside, I plunked myself on the couch, not believing what had just happened.
I recalled the entire time and with each flashing memory, I was in utter disbelief of my actions. I had let a man other than my husband check me out. I didn't say anything to stop when he stared at my cleavage and later when he openly glued his gaze to my butt. What was even more disturbing was that I liked it and silently gave my approval and the stare game in the elevator made things worse.
I decided to shake everything off my mind and get busy with my chores; perhaps they would distract me from the happenings of the morning. I walked in to my room to change out of my sweat drenched clothes and head into the shower. I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself. The first thought that came to my mind was this was how I looked to him.
Unknowingly, I bent down enough for my round necked shirt to part away enough and I saw the view Jacques enjoyed at the jogging track. I had been stupid enough not to wear a sports bra and co-incidentally Jacques saw me in that state on the day when I hadn't worn one.
I stood up and turned around slowly. My taut round butt protruded out of my body; the yoga pants clearly accentuating its curvature and also the under butt curves beautifully. No wonder he was staring at it lecherously.
I walked in to the shower before undressing and getting under the sprinkle of the cool water falling from the shower. I closed my eyes and recalled the morning again and again, each time the memory flashed slowly at those precise moments when he was checking me out.
Jacques in one of our conversations had told me that he was 28 years old and I was 34, a good six years older to him. Why was a handsome young European man interested in an ordinary Indian woman? With those thoughts and the recurring memories, I finished the bath and walked out of the bathroom with a towel tied around my torso.
I walked up to the dressing table and stood combing my hair. The thought was still lingering in my mind as I brushed my hair. I kept the comb on the dressing table before gently untying the towel and letting it fall to the floor. I saw my naked self in the mirror and that gave me the answer.
Standing at five feet seven inches, I am a tall woman by Indian standards. My black colored hair flowed down to the middle of my back. I have oval face with black doe eyes and a sharp, straight nose and full pink lips; a small jaw line and chin gave me the most feminine and graceful look.
I possessed a pair of a generous c cup breasts which had a very beautiful drop like shape. Chocolate pink areola crowned my breasts and nipples. a shape darker which would puff up like a tiny raisin when stimulated by a cold whether or by arousal. My long slender arms with delicate wrists gave way to perfectly manicured hands.
Years of regular work out gave me a strong but lean abdomen with just an ounce of baby fat which made it look cute rather than fat. My curvaceous hips led down to a perky butt. As I turned to my side, I saw its beautiful curvature, protruding out of my body. I turned around and looked back in to the mirror looked with pride the under curves of my butt. My 34 inch trousers would perfectly accentuate my butt. A pair of succulent thighs and slender shins paired with beautiful pedicured feet completed my lower body.
Add to all this, I was fair; fair not by any western standard but by the Indian standards made me a fair maiden. I followed a balanced diet and a carefully planned routine which gave my skin a healthy glow and a soft touch. Regular exercise had kept had given me good posture and my assets to add to it me a hottie. As I admired my body in the mirror, another thought came to my mind; of course Jacques was checking me out, any man would, after all, I am a stunner.
I gently touched my pussy and felt a damp spot and it alarmed me. I was aroused by thoughts of Jacques!
"Hi Rii..." Rupali waved to me in her usual high pitched squeaky voice and her usual enthusiasm.
She called me Rii, short for Rhea. I was walking back to my building from the nearest ATM when I saw her. Her demeanor always made me giggle; she was a 32 year old child.
"Hi Rups." I said, shortening her name like how she had mine.
"What's up?" She asked as we stood near our building.
"Nothing much; just spending the summer vacation, doing chores etc etc." I replied with a sigh.
"Apart from that you seem to be doing a little more?" Rupali said, her eyes displaying an intention of mischief.
"What do you mean?" I asked her, sounding puzzled
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"The Frenchman seems to be bowled over by your charm." She said before giggling.
"What...what are you talking about?" I asked her, trying to dismiss her.
"The English tuitions, the morning jogs...hmmmm...something's happening!" She said in a very childish manner. She was teasing me like teenaged girls teased each other.
"What nonsense. He requested me to teach him English because he knows I am a teacher and I've been telling you to come for the morning jog for the last 1 year but you're too lazy to wake up early. All the other women are also irregular. I know your husband leaves for work without a lunch in his hand and breakfast in his stomach you lazy bum." I replied, checkmating any further moves she had.
From having that smug, mischievous smile on her face, she went to a frown with my comment. All these years with her had taught me how to counter her and I was now an expert in it and I enjoyed it.
"Hehehe...relax; I was just joking. Nothing is going on between me and Jacques." I replied as I kept my hand on her shoulder to console her ego.
"Wanna join me for tea?" I asked her and she nodded silently to which I smiled and pulled her close.
"Hi Rhea!" I heard just as we were about to walk to my house. We both turned around to see Jacques walking towards us. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and stone grey trousers with a pair of black shoes. It looked like he had returned home after a day at work.
"Hii Jacquesss." Rupali said to her in manner which was not meant to be a greeting to him but a taunt at me.
"Hello" He replied smiling awkwardly, he too got a sense of her tone.
"Office done?" I asked him, brushing Rupali to the side in this conversation.
"Yes." Was all Jacques replied; I wasn't comfortable talking more in front of Rupali. As it is she was teasing me and I didn't want to give any more cannon fodder to go around, Jacques realized that too, nodded slightly and stood in front of us with an awkward smile.
"Good bye." He said.
"Bye." I replied.
"Byeee Jacquess.." Rupali replied in the same teasing manner, gently thrusting her elbow and giving me a mischievous smile. Jacques flashed an awkward yet cute smile before walking past us to the elevator.
"He's totally into you." Rupali almost screamed at me as soon as the elevator door closed behind Jacques. I winced hearing her squeaky voice so close to my ear and loud enough for someone else to hear.
"Shut uppp..Are you in for that tea or not?" I cut her down before she said anything. She nodded and we started walking to the elevator.
"You have to agree with me on one thing though; he's hot." She said as the elevator started moving up.
"That I will agree to." I replied and winked at her to which she winked back at me.
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A couple of weeks had passed since the day I caught Jacques staring at my assets at the jogging track. We would meet everyday in the morning on the track for some stretches and then a few rounds around the track.
I hadn't objected to him checking me out and everyday I thought I would say something about that to him but in the end I would say nothing.
He too didn't broach the topic but silently kept an eye on me. He didn't take my silence as an open invitation and wasn't a total jerk. A total jerk would've stared at me lecherously and perhaps taken liberties but Jacques didn't.
Even though I caught him stealing glances at my butt and my tits whenever I could, he would simply look away feigning innocence the moment I looked at him. I smiled at myself for indulging in such childish plays.
One day after the routine run was over I came back home and started my chores. I hadn't hired a maid and preferred to do everything myself; that way I could be used to working around the house and found another reason to burn calories.
I picked out the freshly washed clothes from the dryer and put them in a basket before walking to the balcony to hang them to dry. As I was busy putting the clothes over the line, I noticed someone on the balcony upstairs. I looked up to see Jacques standing in his balcony.
He was topless with just a towel tied around his waist and a cigarette in his hand. He leisurely smoked, looking in to the skyline of the city and occasionally down at the street. The first thing that I noticed about him was that he was fit. He wasn't pumped up like a body builder but had an athletic body.
Broad, muscular shoulders gave way to pronounced shoulder bones. His pectoral muscles were clearly out line with impressive cuts and even from a distance I could make out that they were hard. He unknowingly hardened his abdomen and his washboard abs became visible and his clearly cut hip muscles protruded outwards.
He had no hair on his chest and I was a little impressed by it. I always had a thing for men with shaved chest. I had asked my husband many times to shave his chest but he flatly refused.
He thought that chest hair was a sign of manliness and that the models were faggots for shaving their body hair. But from one look at him and I knew Jacques was far from being a faggot. He was one of the most beautiful specimens of man I had seen.
The balcony had two walls on the side but only railings at the front which didn't hide anything. He had tied the towel below his navel and it covered his body right up to his knees. I saw something protrude out of his crotch and gasped when I realized what it was.
Was he having an erection? If yes then that seemed impressive and If no, then even more impressive. I was sure that he didn't know I was down here looking at him in that state and there wasn't something so arousing about the skyline that his penis would poke out. So, in conclusion, I was impressed.
As I was dumbly staring at him, he realized my presence. He quickly burnt out his cigarette and threw it on the balcony floor and started waving at me with his usual boyish smile. His waving hand brought me back and I too smiled at him and waved.
We were at quite a distance so talking wasn't out of the question so we simply kept smiling at each other for the next couple of minutes. He gestured me that he had to go and I nodded and just as he was about to turn around, his towel fell down on the floor.
He was stunned at the sudden wardrobe malfunction and fumbled to pick up his towel. In a normal case, one would avert their eyes when such a thing happened in front of them but I shamelessly kept watching his failed attempts to save his modesty. I giggled and kept watching him.
He finally managed to tie the towel back around and looked at me. His cheeks were flushed and he was smiling from ear to ear albeit with a profound sense of shame and awkwardness. I kept giggling as he waved me goodbye and walked back inside.
I walked back inside my house, still laughing at the episode. My laughter died down when I recalled what I saw. For a fleeting second his crotch was open for me to see, and was enough for me to know what he packed under there.
I was sure that no one would have an erection at such an awkward moment and his flaccid penis was still bigger than the erect ones I had seen before. Just like the rest of his body, his crotch too was clean shaven which made his penis look even bigger. I brushed aside the thoughts of his manhood before I got damp again and got back to work.
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It was an unusually hot and humid summer afternoon even for a city like Mumbai. I had just finished eating lunch and was lazing on the couch watching TV. Afternoon programs on TV are far too boring with their talk shows, boring soaps and the repeat telecast of the far more boring soaps shown the previous evening. I was about to go to sleep when
I heard by door bell. Startled, I got off the couch and walked to the door and when I opened it, I saw Jacques standing there.
"Hi Rhea...can I...uhh...come in?" He said. I smiled at him and took him inside the house.
"What brings you here?" I asked him as I sat on the couch opposite to his.
"The office is closed today and I had nothing else to do. Uhhh...I have not seen Mumbai, the...Uhh...famous places...uhh..." He said in his thickly accented and broken English.
"Can you show me around? I'd love to see the city. I have not seen the city except on the way to and back from office." He requested, showing his usual boyish reluctance and charm.
I thought about it for a second. What important things did I have to do right now; none. What would I end up doing if I stayed here; nothing besides a nap? And the decision was made.
"Okay...let me get ready and I will meet you at the gate in half an hour." I replied. He smiled at me and stood up to walk out.
Half an hour later I was walking to the gate of the complex. I was wearing a white T shirt and faded blue jeans with inch high heels adoring my feet. I had put on some strawberry lip balm and a pair of sun glasses to protect me from the glare.
With a handbag in my hand I walked to the gate and saw Jacques who by some weird co-incidence was wearing a white T shirt and faded blue jeans, we smiled at each other when we realized that we were wearing the same colored clothes.
"I hope you have that jeans buckled tight this time. We don't want any embarrassment in public." I said before laughing. Jacques cringed as he remembered the balcony fiasco before smiling awkwardly. I continued laughing recalling the incident.
He called for a taxi and we were off to the Gateway of India. It was the most famous monument in the city, a strong standing symbol of India's colonial past and what better place to start the tour. Half an hour later we were at the Gateway and after paying the cab driver, we started walking to the monument.
"The British built this monument to commemorate the landing of the royal couple King George V and Queen Mary when they arrived in 1911." I said as I started telling him about the monument's history.
I told him about Taj Mahal Hotel and the history of Mumbai in general. Jacques listened to my speech intently, nodding his head very so often and looking at the places and spots that I pointed out to earnestly.
Once the history lesson was done, it was time for photographs. Jacques pulled out his cell phone and started clicking pictures of the whole place. Like any other enthusiastic foreigner, he went on a photography spree clicking pictures of perhaps the most irrelevant things.
"We should take photograph of us." Jacques said to me, beckoning me.
"Sure why not." I said as I walked to him. He stood close to me and raised the cell phone in his arm to click a selfie.
I could smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne mixed with his natural odour, making it a heady mix of masculinity.
He gently held my arm and said 'smile'. Just as we were about to smile and let the camera do its job, he squeezed my arm a little and pulled me closer to him.
I felt his touch and the squeeze as clearly as I heard the camera's click. He held me close to him even after the picture was taken under the pretext of showing me the picture. I silently stayed in my place letting him feel my arm.
"Let's take one more from your phone." He said and I couldn't refuse. I grabbed my cell phone from my handbag and handed it to him. He switched on the camera and again pulled me closer to him but this time he held my waist. He snuck his hand through the gap between my waist and my hand and gently held my waist.
We said 'smile' again before the camera clicked but this time, Jacques snuck his hand under my shirt and squeezed my naked waist. I jumped a little when I suddenly felt his hand just as the camera clicked and the photo was ruined.
"Ohhh...you moved..." He said feigning innocence. I didn't ruin the picture, he did by squeezing my waist but I didn't say that to him and simply blushed.
Emboldened by my reaction, he asked for another picture and asked me stand still, the sly little boy that he was, the whole time holding on to my waist under my T shirt.
We stood close again for the picture; this time he pulled me even closer to a point that I had to move my other arm to get closer to him. I moved my hand behind him and just as the camera was about to click, I smacked his tight little butt, making him jump this time. He looked at me, surprised at the move and the initiative that I had taken. From being such a daring woman a moment ago, I reverted back to being a demure woman when Jacques smiled at me.
We decided to go for one last picture and this time held grabbed my waist and I too grabbed his waist pulling each other really close and this time, the picture clicked perfectly.
We went to the Leopold café, a famous hang out amongst the locals and the foreigners. The moments at the Gateway had lightened the mood and we were chatting very freely. We had a couple of beers and some snacks before we headed out to the next location, The Marine Drive.
"This pace is called the Queen's Necklace." I told him as we sat on the platform on the side of the drive, staring at the sea.
"Why?" He asked me as he looked around.
"You should see this place after dark and then you'll know why." I replied and looked ahead at the sea.
At the back of my mind, I started recapping all the moments that had led up to this and wondered where was this going and was it the right thing. My chain to thoughts was broken when Jacques as where to next?
We took a walk up the Marine Drive before calling it a day. We decided to take a double decker bus this time, for it being a leisurely and iconic mode of transport other than the other most famous mode of transport in Mumbai, the local train.
I didn't want Jacques to be traumatized by the maddening rush of the trains but rather have pleasant memories of this city.
As we were travelling in the bus, I looked up from the window to see dark clouds gather. Just a few minutes ago the sun shinned bright over us but the clouds gathered so quickly and I realized that a heavy downpour would start any minute and it did.
The rains started lashing the streets of Mumbai.
Soon the bus arrived at our intended stop and we had no choice but to get down. With no umbrella or any other form of cover, we decided to walk home in the rains.
Running was futile because our homes were pretty far away and we'd still end up drenched and the trees wouldn't provide enough cover either; so why waste our breaths on running and risk slipping. We decided to walk home, completely wet.
I opened the door of my house and we both walked in. I rushed to the bedroom to bring us a couple of towels to dry our bodies. I started rubbing my hair off all the water and watched as Jacques did the same.
He was sitting on a dinning table chair and wiping his head when I reached over and took his towel from him. I sat on a chair next to him, facing him and started helping him with the drying.
I rubbed the towel over his head a few times, and he bobbed his head with my movement. I giggled at his childish behavior and continued rubbing it.
"Acchooo...Achoo..." Jacques sneezed. I realized that he was at a risk of catching cold and briskly pulled his wet shirt off his body, not realizing what I had just done.
I had partially undressed a man, a relative stranger in my living room. A part of me tried to justify that it was for his well being and I was just being a good host but a part of me knew what I was risking.
I sat there staring at him, pondering over my actions when I realized that he too was staring at me. He moved forward, bringing his face closer to me, his lips came an inch close to mine.
I kept staring at him as he moved forward gently. I felt his lips gently touch mine and I moved my head back. My heart raced as I realized what had just happened but didn't have the strength to the resolve to stop this.
He moved forward even more, touching his lips to mine so very gently but still looking at me for a sign. I didn't react but rather stayed still and perhaps that was the sign he needed when he closed his lips over mine.
I closed my eyes as I felt his soft lips on mine and his breath flow over them. A few moments of silence passed as we kept our lips locked to one another without moving.
He took the initiative and moved his lips. I didn't react and didn't move my lips as he kissed me more deeply. I was still, from the surprise, the fear and the awkwardness but all that flew away when he gently bunched the wet hair at the back of my head and pulled me close.
I kissed him back and our kiss started getting intense. Our lips munched on each other and our pulses quickened as our make out session played out in the living room.
Without breaking the kiss, Jacques pulled my chair closer to his; bring me closer to him before focusing back on the kiss. I placed one hand on his thigh, feeling the wet fabric of his jeans and the other on the arm rest of the chair.
He had one hand on my shoulder and the other behind my head, caressing the soft skin and the wet hair, turning me on even more.
He pulled me out of his chair and into his lap and I did so without uttering a single word and this time I grabbed him and kissed him. I held his head in my hands and he held me in his arms as we smooched like a newly dating couple.
I felt his hand gently cup my breast and I moaned in pleasure and protest at the speed and way things were heading. But I didn't say or do anything further and kept kissing him even more as his hand squeezed my breast before tweaking my nipple.
Jacques swiftly pulled my shirt over my head and I simply raised my arms to let him. Once the wet T shirt was off, we got back to kissing and he simultaneously started mauling my breasts.
His hand slowly creped up behind me and I felt it on the bra strap. He clicked it open and was about to pull it off before I heard my cell phone ring and pulled away from him to attend the call; thanking god for the timely phone call before things got out of hand.
"Hello..." I said still shivering from the cold and the proceedings.
"Hey baby...it's me." I heard my husband's voice at the other end. My pulse quickened as I checked his number, it was the one he used when he would be in India.
"I am coming home." I heard my elated husband on the phone.
"Where are you babe?" I asked him.
"I've landed at Cochin. I am getting a week's off so I thought I'll spend it with you at home. I'll be home by tomorrow." He replied. I walked back to the living room and stood a couple of feet away from Jacques who was still seated in the chair, looking at me intently.
"Okay baby...come home soon. I am waiting." I said before disconnecting the call. I kept the cell phone on the table and looked at Jacques.
I noticed he wasn't looking me in the eye and followed his gaze and he was looking at my bare breasts! The cell phone rang the moment he unhooked my sleeveless bra and in a hurry to get away from him, I didn't realize this and voila, he saw me naked, well partially naked but that is no consolation.
I was standing in front of him, talking to my husband with my uncovered breasts for him to gawk at without realizing it myself. That's some fucked up shit right there!
I ran back inside the bedroom and I heard Jacques laughing loudly. I looked around for something decent to cover myself and I couldn't find anything.
I simply grabbed a towel and tied it around my chest and walked out to the living room. Jacques was standing at the door, about to leave.
"Now we are even Rhea." He said before laughing out loudly. All I could do was cringe in embarrassment. He opened the door and walked out.
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"Have you taken the keys to the house?" I asked Varun, my husband as I stood outside out apartment.
"Yeah I have and also the keys to the car." He replied as he closed the door and locked it. We were going out for dinner and then a movie.
Whenever my husband came home after a tour, we would go out often, since that was the only time we could enjoy as a married couple. The evenings would be to go out for a movie, club or dinner and the rest of the day would be spent lazing around and having sex.
Varun still had 2 days out of the week's vacation left and he would leave day after on his ship and wouldn't return for months. I had been 5 days since the fateful evening when Jacques and I made out in my living room.
Even though, my husband's timely phone call had prevented us from going any further, I still cringed in embarrassment at the thought of him staring at my naked breasts but a part of me would smile recalling it.
Varun and I were about to get in to the car when we saw Jacques. He was walking into the building. He first smiled at me and nodded his head before stopping in front of us.
"Hello Jacques." I said and smiled.
"Hello Rhea." He replied.
"Varun, this is Jacques, our new neighbor I was telling you about the other day." I introduced Jacques to my husband.
"Hi I am Varun, her husband. It is nice to meet you." Varun said and smiled and extended his hand at Jacques.
"Nice to meet you too" Jacques replied and they both shook hands.
"My wife tells me she is teaching you to speak English; she is good teacher. But don't forget to pay your fees. Haha..." Varun said and started laughing. Jacques and I joined the laughter.
"No I won't." Jacques replied.
"Hey Jacques, since I am here for just a couple of nights more, why don't you join us for dinner tomorrow night. We'll have your company and you'd enjoy some Indian hospitality. How does that sound?" Varun said.
'What the hell??' Was my first thought when I heard my husband say what he said. He was inviting a man with whom I had a brief intimate liaison just a couple of days ago.
I couldn't blame him since I had not told him about it; I had only told him what he needed to know. But still the idea of having Jacques for dinner made me uncomfortable.
The idea that my husband and the other man would be having a cozy dinner that too in my company gave me a chill. Since both were men, a couple of beers would be obvious. What if Jacques spoke up or worse, what if he tried to do something after downing a couple of drinks. Not only would that end up in a violent altercation but spell doom for my marriage.
Just as I occupied thinking about ways to thwart the plan Jacques said, "Sounds good to me.", smiling at me and Varun.
'Shit.' I thought. How could I end this non sense? Jacques seemed more than elated at the invitation but tried curtailing his enthusiasm and my husband unaware of the past stood clueless.
"Ok then; how about eight tomorrow night?" Varun asked to which Jacques nodded before they shook hands again. The men were finalizing the plan without even asking me; Men!
"Thank you and Rhea you look nice today. The sari is nice." Jacques complimented me. I was wearing a blue chiffon saree with a black blouse. My hairs were tied loose and were flowing over my shoulders right down to the middle of my back. Varun liked when I let my hairs free and I would oblige him.
"Thank you Jacques." I said with a smile. What else could I say at that moment? It would be obviously rude to cancel the plan and giving the reason behind it would be even more difficult. I just smiled and kept my mouth shut as I felt my heart thump faster in my chest.
"Well...you haven't said anything about my suit." Varun said and they both started laughing. I just gave out a fake laugh trying to blend in without showing any discomfort. We bid goodbye to Jacques and headed out.
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"Good evening! C'mon in." I heard my husband from the kitchen. I looked up at the clock and it was five past 8 and I realized Jacques was here. I was busy cooking and didn't go out to meet Jacques.
I had been preparing for dinner since early evening. I was aware that Europeans have very less tolerance to spice and hence Indian food so I decided to tone down the true Indian delicacies that I had prepared for tonight.
After a while, I walked out to the living room to see my husband pouring a couple of drinks for him and Jacques. I smiled at Jacques and he reciprocated with a smile and a gentle nod.
He was seated on the sofa chair with his hands resting on the arm rests. Varun had put on some soccer match. I wasn't sure which teams were playing and I didn't care but the men seemed enthusiastic.
I excused myself back inside the kitchen. Since the drinks were being served, I was going to serve the appetizers. I poured some peanuts in to a bowl and some chicken tikka that I had prepared in a plate and walked back to the living room.
Varun was seated on sofa chair opposite to Jacques and both of them were looking sideways at the TV which was a few feet away. I placed the appetizers of the table before picking up the plate of tikkas and walking over to Jacques.
I bent down holding the plate in front of him, offering him the delicacy. Jacques looked up at me before lowering his gaze at my cleavage. He picked up a tikki with a toothpick but continued to stare at my tits.
"Those are really nice." He said and winked at me. I looked at him with wide eyes, knowing fully well what he was referring to. My husband who was sitting just a couple of feet behind me and this man was complimenting me about my boobs.
Outrageous! I was standing in front of Jacques with my back facing Varun and it prevented Varun from seeing what Jacques was looking at and what he was complimenting. I didn't hear anything from Varun so I realized he was just watching the match.
Shock gave way to embarrassment as I blushed and looked at Jacques who was now looking at me with a knowing smile, chewing on the meat. I turned around and went to Varun to serve him some tikkis, all the time worried that he might notice might flushed red cheeks but thank god he didn't.The men continued watching the game and I went back to the kitchen to look after the main course.
A few minutes later I heard footsteps entering the kitchen. I thought Varun had walked in and I turned around and was about to say something when I realized that it was Jacques. I was alarmed as he walked towards me; had my silence and blush encouraged him to do something more? I simply turned back to the kitchen counter and continued cooking. He stood at my side with his butt touching the kitchen counter and sipped on the drink.
"I just wanted to compliment you on this chicken you've made so I requested your husband if I could do it in person and he said okay." He said justifying his presence near me.
"Thank you." I replied as I looked at him with a feeble smile and then looked down at the counter.
He walked behind me and before I could look back at him, I felt his hand gently brushing away my hair over my ear. I gasped and stood still, scared to shit at what he was doing. He was touching me in a way he wasn't supposed to when my husband was just a few feet away from us.
I felt his breath on my neck and realized that how close he was to me. He brought his mouth to my cheek and gently placed a kiss on it before withdrawing.
I stood still; I could feel my heart beating faster and my pulse race as I realized what had just happened. Even though it was a peck on the cheek, it was highly inappropriate of him to do it to me.
He walked out of the kitchen and I stood still holding on to the edge of the kitchen counter, still trying to come to terms what had just happened.
A minute later I got back to cooking. I had to behave normal as if nothing happened because I didn't want my husband to suspect anything. Once the dinner was cooked I walked back to the living room and sat on the arm rests of the chair Varun was seated on and silently watched the match.
My mind was still recalling the incident in the kitchen and the football match was the least of my concerns. I could hear the men cheering occasionally at the proceedings of the match but I kept recalling the kitchen incident and also the incident that happened previously.
The match was over soon and Varun asked me to serve the dinner. I brought the vessels out to the dinning room and Varun got the plates and the cutlery. We all sat at the dinning table for dinner.
I had prepared Chicken Biryani which was Varun's favorite and I also knew Jacques would be aware of it since it was one of the most famous Indian dishes in the world.
We had a large dinning table with a capacity to accommodate 8 people. One chair each along the breadth of the table and 4 chairs along its length on both sides. We had opted for a sun mica coated wooden top instead of the glass one from the fear of the shattering glass.
Varun was seated on the chair along the breadth and I and Jacques were seated on chairs along the length, facing each other.
We all started eating and both men complimented me for the cooking. Jacques seemed to be enjoying the biryani and I was relieved since he didn't find it too spicy for his palette.
We all were talking to each other about random stuff; mostly it was Varun asking Jacques about his job and other stuff.
As we were enjoying the biryani, I felt a foot touch my leg. I instinctively pulled back my leg and continued eating thinking that it was accidental.
A moment later I felt it again, this time brushing against my foot. I thought it was Varun who was doing it and looked at him and smiled knowingly.
He smiled back and continued eating and I felt strange. His smile was normal like he didn't know anything. He was smiling because I smiled at him. Perhaps this was his way to keep Jacques unaware of the footie he was playing with me.
I decided to play along, knowing fully well that my husband had a habit of doing such things in public to tease me and make me uncomfortable. He knew it kind of embarrassed me and turned me on.
I felt the foot again, this time it slowly brushed against my foot, moving up to my ankle. My breath quickened as I felt it moving slowly on my ankle, gently tickling me. I looked at Varun who was silently eating the biryani.
I looked at him puzzled by his reaction. Usually when he did something like this he would smile at me slyly, enjoying the effect he was having on me but right now that sly smile was no where to be seen.
I also realized that the foot movement was funny. Varun was sitting to my left and his foot was brushing against my right foot which was facing away from him. From that distance, the angle of approach should have been different and that's when I realized it!
I looked at Jacques who had a sly smile on his face as he ate his meal. His head was down but he was looking up at me with a smirk. The angle of the foot was just right and I knew it was him. I looked at him, feigning sternness hoping it would stop him.
A while ago he kissed me but then my husband wasn't around but this time, Varun was sitting right next to us and I didn't want a scene.
That wasn't enough for Jacques as he moved his foot upwards, brushing aside my salwaar and brushing his foot against my shin bone. My breath had quickened and I hoped Varun didn't notice it and continued eating, trying to stay composed and normal.
I felt his foot on my thigh and I startled me and I started to cough. Varun was taken aback at my sudden coughing and immediately offered me a glass of water, thinking it was the food. Little did he know it was the food down my wind pipe but Jacques foot on my thigh that had made me cough.
When I started coughing, Jacques immediately withdrew his foot and acted surprised and worried. 'Little bastard' I thought as he smiled at me when I stopped coughing. For the next few nothing happened and I thought Jacques was done with his funny business tonight but I was wrong.
I again felt his foot on my thigh and this time I didn't react. He slowly moved his foot between my thighs and I unknowingly parted to allow his foot more access.
I felt his foot creeping up inch by inch towards my pussy and it was getting harder and harder to control myself. Jacques was smirking at me knowing fully well that I was aroused yet, I couldn't do anything about it. I on the other hand was fighting a two fronted war, to control my arousal and keep my husband from realizing what the foreigner was doing to me.
I gasped a little when Jacques hit the bulls eye. Varun looked up at me and I lied and told him that I chewed on some chilies in the biryani. He simply nodded and continued eating. I felt Jacques toe rubbing along the length of my pussy.
Even though there were 2 layers of clothing separating his toe and my skin, it still sent a chill up my spin.
The most amusing and scary part of this if I dare say was that we were all talking to each other normally as if nothing unusual was happening. I felt goose bumps on my arms as Jacques toe found my clit and started wriggling on it.
It was getting difficult to put up this farce. I was barely eating, I was shivering occasionally and I was controlling a moan from erupting off my mouth.
I could feel the wetness in my panties and I knew I was close to cumming. I was afraid that if Jacques didn't relent, I would end up moaning from the orgasm right in front of my husband.
Jacques started rubbing deeper and I with each swipe of his toe along my pussy, the orgasm drew close. I curled my toes as jolt after jolt of orgasmic pleasure surged up my body.
Just as was about to give in, Varun stood up with his plate. Jacques stopped and we both looked at him. Had he realized what was happening? I was shit scared and when I looked at Jacques I realized he was too but his foot was still resting against my pussy.
"I am done. The biryani was great Rhea." Varun said and walked inside the kitchen to keep the plate.
"What is wrong with you? Are you crazy?" I scowled at Jacques, pushing his foot away from me. He giggled and put his tongue out of his mouth tauntingly.
"Stop it." I said to Jacques and he simply nodded. I got up and walked inside the kitchen and got busy with the cleaning.
Varun & Jacques sat in the living room watching TV and chatting for a while and I decided not to go out lest Jacques tries something again. This was enough for tonight.
"Rhea...Jacques is leaving. Could you come out please?" Varun called me.
I walked back into the living room and saw Jacques standing near the door which had been opened.
"Thank you for the tasty biryani." Jacques said in his usual thick accent.
"The pleasure was all ours." Varun said as he and Jacques shook hands.
"Yes...but there was some pleasure for me as well." Jacques said looking at me. Only he and I knew what that statement meant.
"Good night." Jacques said before stepping out.
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"Ummpfff...Ummm" I moaned as I took in more of Varun's cock inside my mouth. After Jacques was gone, I went back to cleaning but Varun had other plans. Since he was leaving day after, he rushed in the kitchen, picked me up in his arms and walked to our bed to make the most of the little time he had with his wife.
It wasn't long before we were naked on our bed. I was lying on the bed to my side. My upper body raised by the support of my left forearm. My right hand was on Varun's butt, caressing it and occasionally scratching and digging its nails into his hard flesh. His right arm was caressing my head and his left was fondling my boobs.
I lowered my head, slowly licking along his shaft before licking his balls. He groaned as I sucked on each of his marble. With my head tilted to its side, I looked at him from the corner of my eye.
He was watching me, his wife of 8 years making love to him, pleasing him like she always did, with all her heart. I knew he missed me when he was on the ship and I missed him too and such nights were rewards to the patience we had shown over months of separation.
He brought his left hand over to my crotch and started caressing my pussy. My free flowing juices coated his finger in no time making it slick and smooth for penetration. I gasped when he inserted his finger into my hole and rubbed its walls.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the jolts of pleasure surging through my body and as I felt his finger completely go inside me, a memory from the evening flashed in front of me.
I recalled how his Jacques' thick toe rubbed against my pussy under the dinning table. How he had gently brushed aside my hair and how he had gently kissed me.
I recalled the fragrance of his cologne as his body came close to mine. I also recalled how on the very dinning table we were eating tonight; I and Jacques had almost broken all the boundaries just a few days ago.
I sucked on Varun's cock harder and deeper, bobbing my head up and down his shaft vigorously, letting my saliva flow over it freely accompanied by loud slurping noises.
He started moaning as I started going into overdrive; his fingers to started matching the rhythmic movements and the pace of my head.
My mind kept flashing every little incident between me and Jacques over the course of days like a slideshow and with each passing memory, my sucking became more frantic.
I was completely immersed in his thoughts, completely forgetting the fact that I was sucking on Varun's cock and not his but that very thought made me cum. I quivered and a then moment later, my pussy started convulsing from the orgasm. Seeing me writhe around in ecstasy, Varun immediately pulled out of my mouth.
"Wooww...Rhea...that was amazing." Varun said as he moved in between my legs. I just kept looking at me without a reaction or a comment.
I spread my legs letting him come between them. He raised my legs in his hands and guided his cock to the opening of my cunt. The wet, slick, freshly orgasmed pussy welcomed his cock and it went in completely in one stroke.
He let go off my legs and I locked them behind his back. He lowered himself over me, grabbing my shoulders from under my arms and started stroking.
In just a few strokes, he started thrusting harder and faster. I started moaning again as another orgasm started getting close and as I closed my eyes in pleasure, my mind started playing its games again.
I visualized Jacques in place of my husband; even though I tried banishing these thoughts, trying to focus on my husband, I simply couldn't. I could vividly smell the fragrance of his cologne which my mind had registered in the evening.
The thoughts started having their effects as I started cumming again. I bit into Varun's shoulder as I shuddered from the orgasm. My tightened pussy, my orgasmic screams and the hard bite on his shoulder was enough to push Varun off the edge and he came in thick spurts in my pussy.
As we both recovered from our orgasms, we looked at each other and finally, Jacques' thoughts were out of my mind. I could now clearly see and feel my husband.
I grabbed his face and pulled him for a kiss and he too enthusiastically responded. He spent the next several minutes in each others' arms, kissing and occasionally he would lower his head to suck on my breasts.
His flaccid cock had slipped out of my pussy after the orgasm but now was showing signs of revival. As it got erect, Varun adjusted himself and started rubbing it against my pussy. I raised my legs and put my feet firmly on his butt as we started another round of our love making.
Varun had been gone for 3 days now and I was back to the same old routine. I would go for a jog albeit a little late than usual.
I was trying to avoid Jacques after a series of incidences between us. The memories of the stormy evening and the dinner were still fresh.
Once home, I would get back to doing my chores and other work and in the mean time I would laze around.
The memories of the evening kept playing inside my confused little mind again and again. The way he remarked on my breasts, the way he kissed me and the under the table play; the kiss in the living room, the soft squeeze during the selfie and several other instances of our past lingered in my mind till the point I was only thinking of it.
What had emboldened him to do something like this? Was it his nature? When I had first met him he seemed to be a gentleman but now he seemed something else. Was he always like this or had I provoked him?
My silence, my blushes and my smiles perhaps emboldened him. I cursed myself for not stopping him and nipping the whole thing in the bud.
I don't know what came over me when I was with him. From the very first time when I caught him ogling at my cleavage to the evening in my home, I had silently let him, not at once stopping him apart from a rare feeble no.
The more I thought about it, the more I would get turned on. The attention Jacques showered upon me was something that I craved for. A husband away for months, a job that allowed a lot of free time and most of all...loneliness was what I had to deal with. Apart from the women in my building, I mostly had no friends.
Ever since I had moved to Mumbai from my native city, I lost touch with most of my friends. Most women I was friends with were older than me, whether they were colleagues at work or in the building.
Being a married woman, I never really had company of other men even if it was platonic. The Mangalsutra hanging around my neck was the 'Fuck Off' sign that all Indian men read. Jacques not only became my friend but kind of made me feel young again.
When I was with him I didn't feel like a middle aged married woman, I didn't feel like a typical boring school teacher. I felt like the same bubbly twenty year old that I was long ago.
His eyes displayed his craving and that made me feel wanted, desired. Being the object of his desire made my loins tingle. The idea that a handsome young man was attracted to me pushed me towards him. I had slowly started craving him too.
Not that Varun was bad in bed, he was pretty good but our passionate days on his short trips back home didn't compensate for his long absences. I am a woman and I want to feel loved, desired and touched and I want it often.
A couple of more days passed since Varun had left and I stuck to my routine of going late for jogging. After finishing my jog, I stood near the elevator as it came down to the ground floor. When the elevator arrived and the door opened, I saw Jacques standing inside. I was a little startled since I had been avoiding him every since and now he was standing in front of me.
Dressed in crisp formals, he smiled at me as he stepped out of the elevator. He stood in front of me. I wanted to avoid talking to him but one look into his expecting eyes made me stay glued to my position.
"Hi Rhea. I haven't seen you around." He said.
"Yeah....I've been busy." I replied trying to come up with an excuse to avoid him. I couldn't dare tell him why I was avoiding him and I didn't know why I couldn't.
"Your husband has left?" He asked.
"Yeah...been almost a week since he left." I replied to which there was no reaction from him. I was expecting the entire opposite or at least a smirk but got nothing.
"Hey listen; thanks for the wonderful meal the other night. I loved the biryani." He said. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, having an awkward conversation with him about the evening.
"As you invited me for dinner and served me a delicious Indian meal, I have to invite you for dinner to my place as well and serve you some French food." He said. I was taken aback, not from the invite but from his avoidance of any mention of our under table activities that evening.
"But...my husband had invited you and he isn't here." I replied, throwing a lame excuse to avoid going to his place.
"Well...then we will have to wait for months for that to happen. C'mon, just one simple dinner with a friend won't harm you." He pleaded, trying to coax me into agreeing.
I agreed that a simple dinner won't harm but going to his place and any pre or post dinner activities or initiatives by him could be harmful.
"C'mon Rhea...Tomorrow evening at my place." He pleaded again. I juggled with the idea in my mind for a couple of minutes and decided to say no, a firm no.
"Let me think about it." Was what I replied.
'What the fuck did I just say?' Was what I thought the next moment.
"Okay...if you decide to come, I will be waiting in my apartment tomorrow evening at 9. I hope to see you." He said ecstatically.
I didn't say anything further, bid him goodbye and got into the elevator. The whole way back to my house I kept thinking of what I just said. I cursed myself for betraying myself. I had decided to say no but ended up saying maybe. Fuck!
Now that I had said maybe, then maybe I won't go to his place. The rest of the day was spent in thinking of the same thing. What would this mean? What would happen if I go? What if something happens between us? What would be the consequences? The whole day I kept thinking of the same and by the end of it, I got a headache.
The sun rose the next day but even after a long night's sleep, the questions started pestering me the moment I woke up. I decided not to go for a jog, instead went back to sleep, hoping I would wake up fresh and perhaps all these thoughts would go away by then. I was damn wrong.
I went about doing my chores like cleaning, washing and cooking, checking my watch so very often, counting the minutes before I had to go to his place. I had to make a decision well before that.
If I didn't go then the signal would be clear. He would realize that I wasn't interested in taking matters any further and he'd stop. On the other hand, things could get very awkward between us after my snub and I'd end up loosing a friend, a good one rather.
Apart from Rupali, there was no one in the building of my age besides Jacques. Rupali was a typical Indian housewife who loved to gossip, watch soaps and gossip some more.
The other women in the building were far older than me. They were busy with managing their families, kids and jobs if they had one. With the end of summer vacation a good 4 weeks away, I ended up bored at home.
In spite of my repeated requests and even taunts, Rupali never showed up on the jogging track. The other women did show up but late and even then, they would walk around the track a couple of times before finding a bench in the garden and get busy gossiping and discussing their lives and TV shows.
Jacques was my age, he was progressive thinking and had been a gentleman most of the time. Since he started speaking decent English, our conversations had become meaningful. We would talk about a wide range of things.
He barely knew anyone in the building so we didn't gossip and he never occurred to me as gossiping sorts. We had many things in common like love for western classical music, Hollywood movies and other stuff. So, if I didn't go there tonight, I'd end up loosing all that and also a good working out partner.
I knew he wouldn't do something if I said no. I could go there, enjoy the meal and come back if I resolved and said no to any advances he made. I just had to say no when and if the time came but could I?
I had just a couple of hours to go before the clock struck 9pm. I decided to go for the sake of our friendship and act as I had resolved in the morning. I took a nice, long, cold shower, clearing my mind of all the thoughts.
I walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of the dresser. I untied the towel around me and started wiping my body dry. I unknowingly caressed my pussy. I had shaved it clean before Varun arrived and now a couple of weeks later I had a very sparse growth of hair. I dried and brushed my hair, letting them flow freely.
I picked out a pair of black thongs and a front open lace bra. I gently got in to the thongs and wore them. I turned around to admire my soft, fair buttock. I wore the bra and tied the hooks at the front, capturing my boobs in them and adjusted my boobs inside the cups a little.
I picked out a black chiffon saree with red and golden embroidered border. Accompanying the saree was a black blouse and a black petticoat. I stepped in to the petticoat, tying its knot just below my navel, just above from where my mound would begin. I wore the blouse and then the saree.
I put on some light make, mascara and a red lipstick and a light perfume. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my clothes a little. With the pallu resting on my arm, I looked beautiful, graceful yet very sexy.
I stepped outside my apartment and locked it. I looked around the corridors of the building through the duct to check if anyone could see me. Once I checked that no one was around, I walked inside the elevator. Throughout the short elevator trip, my mind kept saying 'don't go...don't go' and yet after the elevator door opened, I walked to his door.
I checked my watch and it was 9pm sharp. I rang the door bell and he opened it immediately. He smiled at me and beckoned me to come in. I stepped in his house, the first time since I had met him.
It looked like any other rented apartment with little furniture. There was a 3 seater couch and a TV a few feet away from it. There was a round dinning table for two or maximum three people. The lit candle on the table and some soothing instrumental music in the background did send alarm bells ringing in my head but I shut them down to let the evening proceed.
The curtains to the windows were white to match the walls and had been closed but the windows behind them left open to let fresh breeze flow into the room. All in all, the house looked neat and not cluttered.
"Hi Rhea...I knew you would come and I have prepared a very nice real French meal for you." He gently took my hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on it. I shivered as I felt his soft lips on my trembling hand.
I did feel like backing my hand out but decided not to do so. I didn't think he was doing anything wrong but was just showing off some European chivalry. Jacques signaled me to sit on the couch and I did before he sat next to me on the couch, just a foot away from me.
"You look really beautiful in that dress." He said as he continued looking at me from head to toe. The transparent black chiffon sari would easily give him a veiled view of my flat stomach and my deep navel.
"It is called a sari. It is a traditional Indian dress for women." I said, explaining to him what a sari is.
"I hope it's not a multi course meal because I don't have a big appetite." I replied.
"No...No...the meal is going to be small but perfect." He replied.
He went into the kitchen and brought two bowls and placed them on the dinning table. I walked to the dinning table and sat in the chair. Jacques joined me at the other end.
"This is shrimp bisque or what you would call a shrimp soup." He said and then went on to explain how it is made.
I nodded as I listened to him. The bisque looked delicious and the aroma wafted through the room. We were both hungry and dying to dig into the food I think and moved our hands to grab the spoons at the same time. I backed my hand away from his the moment they touched and he smiled at me to which gave a faint smile. He picked out his spoon before signaling me to pick one for myself.
I gently picked up some of it on the spoon and ate it. I tasted French cuisine for the first time and it tasted great. The flavors mild and the shrimp were fresh and its creamy texture added to its character. He was looking at me expectantly waiting for my opinion on his cooking. I looked at those puppy like waiting eyes and smiled gently.
"Ummm...did you really make this or just ordered it from a hotel?" I asked him not believing he cooked it.
"Hahaha...I really made it. I've cooked since I was a...uhhh...teenager so I know something about cooking, though not as much as you though." He replied. Once he knew that I liked it, he too started eating it.
We talked about some random stuff over the bisque and it was over in minutes. We continued talking some more before he asked me if he could serve the main course and I agreed. I slowly let down my guard as we engaged in conversation. My giggles, his laughter and small sips of the soup set the mood.
The engaging conversation was abruptly halted when I felt his foot brushing against my leg. I immediately backed my leg; I wanted to avoid a repeat of that evening that too in his house. Seeing me back off, he too retreated, his eyes showed a sense of apology. He stood up and walked to the kitchen to bring the next course.
"This dish is called Steak Frites." He said as he kept the plate in front of me.
"Uhhhmmm...I don't eat beef." I replied, sounding a little hesitant to try the main course.
"I know Rhea...its mutton, goat meat." He said before handing me a fork and a knife to cut the meat.
"Well...okay." I said as I looked at the plate. It was a steak with potato fries and some kind of gravy. It looked tasty and tempting and I decided to dig in.
After tasting it, I nodded in approval to which Jacques smiled. The evening was going nice at lease the meal part he must have thought. He went on to explain the ingredients and the recipe like he did with the previous course and soon we were back to talking normally.
"How is your girlfriend?" I asked him as we continued eating. I had no clue why I referred to her. After that one time when he showed me her picture, I had never asked him about her. Perhaps it was a sub conscious defense mechanism to guilt him into not making a move on me.
"She is fine." He replied before he put a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed on it.
"Have you told her about me?" I asked, getting curious at the lack of response or enthusiasm from him.
"Yes." He replied in one word.
"Hmmm..." I said, preferring not to broach the topic anymore as he seemed reluctant.
"I have to tell you something. She is not my girlfriend anymore." He said after a minute's silence.
"Ohh...that's sad. What happened?" I asked sounding concerned.
"India happened." He replied.
"I am going to be here for at least a year before I can even ask them to send me home. The distance, the different time zones...it just got too complicated." He replied, sounding genuinely disheartened.
Seeing the disappointment on his face, I extended my hand and placed it on his. He looked at me and smiled. He gently placed my hand in his and held it; all the while we were looking at each other.
This was a moment between us and we were lost in each other but better sense prevailed when I withdrew my hand, albeit gently, making him snap out.
"Ohhh...I forgot to serve you the red wine." He said as he got up from his chair.
"Jacques I don't drink." I said trying to stop him. I did drink very little on occasions and I definitely didn't want tonight to be an occasion.
"But it is supposed to be served with red meat. They both compliment each other. Try it...just a little." He said before walking in the kitchen. He walked back with a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine.
"Taste it...its nice." He said as he handed me a half filled glass of wine. He poured him one too and then we clinked the glasses before sipping on the wine. He was right, the wine tasted great with red meat.
We continued talking, eating and within no time, the food was over but we weren't done with the wine. We were soon into our spirits and started talking like we usually used to. We poured small drinks for us and continued talking.
Jacques with his sense of humor and boyish charm made me giggle and laugh with his jokes. It was turning out to be an entertaining evening.
I finished my second drink, a larger one than the first and kept holding the empty glass in my hand. Seeing that, he gently placed his hand under mine, holding the glass and then poured some more. Before I could stop him, the glass was almost full and I just kept quiet.
"Rhea...I like you...." He said as he sipped on the wine.
"I like you too." I replied, my tone indicating my casualness about the word 'like'.
"Umm...No...I meant I like you." He said before gently holding my hand.
"Jacques...No...I am married. You know it is wrong" I replied as I turned my face away from him.
"I know...perhaps that's what is stopping you..." He replied.
"I have liked you ever since we first talked outside the store. We've bonded so much ever since. We might be from different worlds but the connection we share is far stronger and far beyond that." He said as he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of his hands.
"That rainy evening was special for me and I will cherish it and all the moments I've had with you. I know you like me too Rhea...just say it." He appealed to me.
"This is not right Jacques....I can't do this." I replied, putting up a feeble resistance.
"What seems wrong isn't necessarily wrong." He said.
"I think I should leave." I said as I backed out my hand. Just as I said that, the music playing in the background stopped, adding to the tension in the atmosphere which was so thick, one could cut it with a knife. I kept staring at him, wanting to say more, much more but just couldn't muster the strength to do it.
With two full drinks down my stomach and a half of the third, I started to get tipsy just a little bit. I knew this was my limit since I didn't have tolerance for more.
I realized it was time to leave not only because of feeling high but also the few tense moments that happened between us.. He requested me to sit for some more time but I decided to go now before things changed.
He agreed but with reluctance. He carried the dishes and I carried the wine and the glasses in the kitchen. He walked me to the door and I thanked him for the evening. Just as I was about to open it, I felt his hand on my shoulder and I froze. He gently pulled on my shoulder turning me around to face him.
"I forgot to serve you the dessert." He said before he placed his one hand on my right arm and his other sneaked to my waist and gently held it and within a second his lips were on mine. My eyes stayed open from the shock from the abruptness of his move. I thought I would leave this place unscathed with my morality intact and if he wanted to make a move, he would've made it during the dinner.
All these thoughts started vanishing when he closed his lips on mine and started kissing me. He gently squeezed my waist, tempting me to respond and I did when I closed my eyes and kissed him back. He grabbed my waist tighter, pulling me closer to him and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeper.
I could hear our breaths quicken as we both embraced him for the steamiest kiss I had ever received in my life. Still kissing me, he pulled me away from the door and took me to the couch and I could feel my chance of being a faithful wife slipping away.
"Ummm...No...Please don't...Please...Ummm." I said, trying to break the kiss, trying to get away from him. My words said one thing but my body didn't; as much as I tried getting away, I didn't move an inch. My inner turmoil was manifesting physically as I just couldn't withdraw.
All the thoughts I ever had about this came rushing into my mind; my marriage, my life, my beliefs and my needs; needs of a woman. I felt his hands on my cheeks, pulling me in for a kiss and at that moment I felt like I was sinking.
'This is wrong...this is wrong...this is wrong.' I kept telling my self as I felt his face drawing closer to mine.
'Ohhhh...that was so right....' I thought as I felt his lips on mine. He kissed me gently on my forehead and then on my cheeks as I felt my moral compass point in ten different directions.
He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer to him, pressing my breasts against his chest. I buried my head in his chest and closed my eyes in a desperate bid to preserve the last bastion of my shame.
I felt his finger on my chin before he slowly lifted it. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. Apart from the boiling lust, I could also sense a deep feeling of affection in his eyes.
I saw him lowering his head before stopping just an inch away from my mouth. I could feel his breath on my lips as our noses brushed gently against each other. I felt his hand moving up my back to the back of my head before clutching to my hair. I stood there silently, staring at him blankly as he tore down the last walls. I closed my eyes and moved to kiss him. As our lips met, I felt his hand grip my hair tighter and the other hand pulling me in to an embrace.
We stood next to the couch, kissing like two long lost lovers who had found each other. I opened my mouth and he sneaked his tongue in, making the kiss even more passionate. I felt his hand sneak passed my pallu and squeezed my naked waist. I moaned in his mouth as I felt his warm hand on my trembling skin. The gentle squeeze reminded me of the evening at the Gateway of India.
We sat on the couch, our mouths still glued to each other as our tongues danced beautifully and our lips munched rhythmically. I felt his hand gently cup my left breast and I moaned in his mouth. He gave it a gentle squeeze once before squeezing it a little harder, making me moan even more.
The pallu was a hindrance and he brought his hand over to my shoulder and tried to pull it away. The safety pin tied the pallu to the blouse made it difficult to remove. He pulled it harder and I broke the kiss. I smiled at his failed attempts to disrobe me and decided to do it myself before he ripped my blouse and the sari.
I stood up before removing the safety pin. I took off the pallu and handed it to him and asked him to pull. As he did, I turned around, unraveling my sari with each turn. He pulled out the last of my sari which was tucked inside the petticoat and let it fall to the floor.
The sari symbolized my loyalty to my marriage and as the sari fell, so did I. I stood in front of him in a black petticoat and a black blouse. He kept staring at me, looking at me from top to bottom, drinking in with his eyes, every inch of my body.
He pulled me down to him and I readily went into his arms as we indulged in yet another passionate kiss. He was wearing a black shirt and a pair of blue jeans and I decided to undress him too. I broke the kiss and slowly started unbuttoning the shirt. Once the last button was untied, I parted his shirt to see his white vest inside. I lowered my head down to place gentle kisses on his chest and shoulders before moving up to kiss him.
I removed the first hook of my blouse and let him unhook the rest and soon my blouse was lying on the floor with my sari. Now, my modesty was reduced to just a bra, a petticoat and a pair of thongs which I was sure would be gone soon looking at how things were going.
I placed my hands on his crotch and gave it a squeeze. The hard and rough fabric of his jeans prevented me from making out the real size of what hid beneath but from one touch and a previous glimpse, I knew I wouldn't be disappointed.
I unbuckled his belt and threw it away before I started unbuttoning his jeans. After I had pulled down the zipper he gently lifted his butt a little, allowing me to pull down his jeans. Once his jeans was pulled down to his knees; his underwear to found its place next to the jeans.
I watched in amazement, a toned down sense of joy and some fear as his cock dangled in front of me, completely erect and twitching every now and then. Standing erect at least 7 inches and an equally impressive girth, the whitish pink foreskin had retracted a little to let the pink cock head peek out with its glistening head. Just like the rest of his body, his crotch was clean shaven which added to its allure. The hairless, pinks sack of balls which were beautifully in proportion to the shaft above it hung majestically.
"You like it?" He asked me with a grin on his face. I nodded absent mindedly as my left hand wrapped around its girth and my right hand cupped the balls.
I gently pulled back the foreskin all the way to the shaft, unraveling the large mushroom like cockhead. I squeezed the shaft gently, letting a drop of pre- cum come out of the slit before spreading it all over the head with my slender finger. I fondled his balls gently, feeling the soft skin and the marbles that it encased.
I slowly started jerking the cock and fondling the balls, all the while staring at it. I felt it beckon me to taste and I slowly started lowering my head towards it. I gently scooped up some pre-cum on my tongue before tasting the salty, tangy juice.
"I always thought...Indian women...don't like sucking...uhh...penis." Jacques reacted to my cum scooping.
"First...for now...refer to this as a cock." I said as the teacher in me manifested and waved his cock gently.
"Second... sucking a cock is called a blowjob. So...let's call it that." I said continuing my monologue.
"Third....you are wrong about at least one Indian woman." I said as I lowered my head down to engulf his cock.
"Aaahh...Oui Professuer..." Jacques moaned as he felt my tongue swirl around his cock. I lay down on the couch on my left side, letting the left side of my face rest on his hard stomach. I pulled his cock backwards making it face me before I started sucking it.
I felt the hardness of his knob with my tongue, swirling it around to scoop up the pre-cum over it. I inhaled his musky manly aroma which compelled me to suck harder. He threw his head back as he wandered into the land of ecstasy, placing his left hand on my head, caressing my hair so very gently.
I felt his right hand, fumbling with the knot of the petticoat. My hand joined him as we both removed the petticoat and let it slide over my legs all the way to my feet. I felt his fingers move to my crotch and I slowly parted my legs to allow him. He slipped his hands inside the thong and I moaned as I felt his fingers caressing my womanhood.
As his fingers rubbed my clit harder, my mouth engulfed more and more length of his cock. He removed his hand from under my thong before parting the crotch of the thong. He pried open my nether lips before letting a finger slip inside my pussy and the knuckle of his thumb wriggle on my clit. He removed his finger from my pussy and licked its whole length, tasting and savoring my juices.
"You taste good...the spice is just right." He said and squeezed my bra clasped breast hard.
"Ummpff...hmm...hmm...hmm" I giggled with his cock still in my mouth.
He pulled my mouth away from his cock and stood up. As he stepped out of his jeans and underwear I sat up, resting against the backrest. He kneeled on the floor in front of me and dug his fingers in my thong at my waist. I raised my butt off the couch and let him pull it off. I spread my legs to let him watch my pussy.
He lowered his head between my legs and I jerked my hips upwards and moaned as his mouth latched on to my clit. He kept my writhing body down with his hands and kept licking my pussy. I ran my hands through his thick blond hair, caressing and encouraging him to devour me.
He raised his head from between my legs and stood up. Just a minute of licking had me swooning a bit and I lay down on the couch. Jacques stepped forward, placing his right arm under my knees and his left arm under my back and lifted me off the couch. He carried me to his bedroom, all the while, our eyes locked onto each other. The passion and the heat of the moment were obvious but not a word was spoken.
As he walked inside his bedroom, I started looking around. It wasn't very different from the rest of his house, plain and simple; a bed in the middle of the room, a sofa chair near the window, a TV opposite to the bed and a side table with a night lamp along with a closet against a wall.
He gently placed me on the bed before walking over to the window to close it. I gazed at his tight butt and its muscles tighten and loosen as he took each step. He closed the window, turned around and walked towards me, his hard cock pointing straight at me like a sharpened spear.
He stood next to the bed and I moved inside a little to let him sit besides me. He lowered his head to kiss me. I slipped my hand to grab his cock and jerk it, all the while as our tongues clashed above.
He broke the kiss and brought his hands to unhook my front opening bra. I saw in slow motion the last piece of my clothing came apart hook after hook. Once it was opened, he parted it to unravel my boobs.
My nipples were erect from all the action in the living room and the blood surge to my tits made my nipples pinkish and enticing.
He cupped my breasts, one in each hand and gave them a squeeze. My enormous globes seemed like small oranges in his large, strong hands. As he squeezed them, my puffed up nipples protruded further out. He lowered her head to suck on my protruding nipple. He licked the areola around the nipple, making it wet in his saliva before clasping his mouth over my nipples.
I moaned an arched my back, letting more of my tit slip into his mouth. I felt my nipple being sucked into his mouth. He sucked on it a little hard, causing a little pain before letting go off it to do the same to the other nipple.
I pulled his head further more to let him suck my breasts. He continued with his oral play with my tits, sucking on one and squeezing the other, not letting any be deprived of attention. With one hand curling a strand of my hair and the other resting on his head, I watched in erotic daze and complete arousal as he sucked on my nipples, pulling them all the way till they slipped out of his mouth. He repeated it a few more times before lashing and wriggling his tongue on it.
He released his grip over my breasts and licked around the entire breast, moving to my underarm, sniffing and licking it before moving back to lick my nipples. His twitching cock caught my attention and I craved to suck it again.
I pulled him over me and he rolled over to lay to my side. He moved up the bed, resting his head against the head board, bringing his cock to my eye level. I turned to my left and grabbed his cock.
I started jerking it before popping his balls inside my mouth and sucking on it. I heard his deep sighs as I jerked his cock and my tongue sucked on his balls and licked on the perineum. As
I looked up at him, I saw a face which showed a prevailing sense of satisfaction and a very high level of arousal which in turn aroused me further. He beckoned me with his finger and I knew very well what he wanted. Without taking his cock out of my mouth, I moved my lower body towards him. I swung my left leg over his face and placed it next to his ear, my right leg placed next to his right ear, positioning perfectly for 69.
I felt his fingers pry open my butt and then my nether lips. He then gently caressed my pussy along its length with his finger making me moan and suck him harder and the next moment I sucked harder and moaned louder as I felt his mouth on my cunt. His tongue darted inside my love hole, stimulating its nerve endings, sending jolts of raw pleasure through my body.
He inserted a finger inside my pussy, latching his mouth on my clit and sucking it and a moment later, inserted the tip of his other finger inside my butt hole. He slowly started moving his fingers in and out of my holes. The whole time I had been sucking his cock frantically but his recent move made me stop sucking and howl in pleasure as my orgasm approached.
"Ohhh...Aaahhh...yeaaahhh....Fucckk!...Aahhhh.!!" I screamed as the orgasm fast approached against his unrelenting fingering of my holes. I screamed louder, my body thrashed around as the orgasm swept over me. He withdrew his fingers from my holes, locked his hands over my waist to hold me down and latched his mouth on to my pussy as I squirted my love juices, for the first time in my life.
I had never squirted in my life, not on my first wedding night, my honeymoon or during all these years of marriage. The heady mix of taboo and his expet cunnilingus skills made my juices erupt. I could feel his mouth sucking on my convulsing pussy, swallowing the love nectar emanating from it.
"Ohhh yeaaahh....haaaaa..." I moaned and sighed as the orgasm subsided. I grinded my pussy in his face as he moaned and gulped down my cum like a hungry dog.
Once my orgasm was over, we both started to suck and lick each other's genitalia, but a lot leisurely this time. I licked along the length of his shaft before popping the cock head back in my mouth and suck it slowly where as he focused his tongue on my butt hole, rimming and lubricating it nicely while his hands squeezed my breasts which were sandwiched between our bodies. My long black hair spread over his lower body, covering me but my bobbing head giving away my filthy act.
I gently placed his cock between my tits before spitting a large glob of saliva between them to make it wet and slippery. He started thrusting his cock between my tits which had so snugly fit amongst them. His hard thrusting hips, pushed his cock against my face, hitting my chin and I simply lowered my head, opened my mouth and let his cock slide in and out of it.
He patted my ass signaling me to get off him and I did. He rolled over, lying on his stomach and extended his arm to the side table and opened the drawer to take out a condom. He was prepared for the night I thought; how I had been seduced and exploited into getting here. But I didn't care about all that at the moment.
He was lying on his stomach and his tight butt was a visual delight I enjoyed. I moved closer to him and bit his butt making him moan. I did it again, feeling the hard muscles clench against my teeth which I buried inside his skin to which he moaned louder leaving behind very visible teeth marks. I parted his butt cheeks to see a light brownish asshole. I spat a thick glob of saliva on it before lowering my head to lick it.
I made him get on his fours and got in the same position behind him. His protruding butt opened up his asshole for my oral assault. I started licking his butt hole and the perineum alternately where as my hand milked his cock expertly. I moved lower from his perineum and licked his tight balls making them wet and sticky. I slowly scratched his smooth white ass buns before spanking it hard. A loud yelp of pain and pleasure from him followed the slap.
With him still on his fours, I lied down on my back and slipped myself between his legs. His twitching cock dangled inches above my waiting mouth. He looked down at me and slowly lowered his hip, letting his cock into my wide open mouth. He slowly inserted his cock inside my mouth, inching it forward and deeper.
I gagged as it touched my throat and he immediately pulled back. I coughed a couple of times before composing myself. He again pushed his cock inside my mouth and this time, my relaxed throat took in more of it. This time I didn't gag as his cock touched my throat but it slid an inch further before pulling out.
I exhaled loudly as he withdrew and sighed trying to catch my breath. His cock found its way back into my mouth and I saw him slowly move his hips back and forth as he started fucking my mouth. I just couldn't get enough of his cock; the more I sucked it, the more I craved.
I pushed him back, letting his cock rest on my lips. I grabbed his balls and the base of his cock in my hand and started sucking his cock head. My upper lip massaged the head while my tongue licked the underside. A few soft licks later, I gently bit his cock, making him groan in pain but the very next moment I gently sucked it making him moan in pleasure.
This unexpected and perhaps an extreme move on my part made his cock quiver and I realized he was close to cumming. I didn't want him to cum so soon and immediately let go off his cock and withdrew from his rear, lying back on the bed.
I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had only been with one man before and that was my husband. We had a good sex life and tried to keep things fresh in the bedroom but I always played the role of the submissive partner and him the role of dominance.
Even though I liked being dominated in bed, a part of me wanted to take charge for once at least and I did in a way now.
I had never bitten my husband's butt, never licked his asshole and had never spanked him but with Jacques, I did all that and his moans of approval encouraged me to carry on. The satisfaction of taking charge was not only physical but mental too.
He immediately lied to my side, embracing me in a tight hug before kissing me deeply. I could taste my slimy juices on his lips and I was sure he could taste his own on mine. He broke the kiss, took the condom and handed it to me. He kneeled near my head and I turned to my side before giving his cock a few short sucks. He lowered his head to my tits and sucked on them.
I took out the condom from the pack, pinched its tip and then rolled it over the length of his cock, making a snug fit. I lied on my back, spreading my legs to allow him access. He got between my legs and I spread my legs and pulled my knees closer to my chest, inviting him to plunge his cock inside me.
He placed his hands on my thighs and pushed on them, pushing my knees further into my chest, raising my butt a little and exposing my glistening, gaping pussy even more.
His cock was an inch from my pussy, the white, thin and almost transparent condom glistening with its lubricants. The pink bulbous condom covered head swayed and throbbed as it waited to pierce my insides.
I watched in absolute amazement as his cock head slowly spread open my pussy and its tip going in just a little before he stopped, which made me look up at him.
He winked at me and I saw a big glob of saliva falling from his lips right on his cock, exactly where it met my pussy providing his cock and my pussy the extra lubrication it needed for what was to follow.
The shaft followed the cock head smoothly before starting to come back out all the way. He pushed his cock back in, just the half of it before pulling out. He repeated the partial penetration and soon settled in to a comfortable and leisurely rhythm.
I was feeling stuffed with just half of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I caressed his strong arms before slowly moving up to his shoulder, feeling his soft skin before slowly moving up to his face. I caressed his rough cheeks, my soft hands feeling the prick of his day old stubble. I ran my head through his thick blond hair and I looked down to see him still thrusting just half way through before pulling out. I felt his hands grip on my thighs tighten before he plunged his cock completely inside my pussy.
"Aaaahhh...haaaaa..." I screamed as clenched the bed sheet with my hands and threw my head back at his abrupt shove.
He stayed still with his cock buried completely inside my cunt. I sighed as I felt my pussy being stuffed and stretched, feeling his cock twitch against the deepest points of my pussy I had ever felt.
He moved a little, adjusting himself in preparation to fuck me hard. I looked up to him, and then to down, anticipating him to move any minute and he did. With his hands gripping my thighs, his nails digging into my fair, soft skin, he started pummeling my pussy.
"Aaaahh...Haaaaa...Haaaaaa....Aaahhh..." I screamed as little orgasmic bombs exploded in my head as he rapidly thrust his cock in and out of my pussy. His balls slapped against my puffed up wet pussy making the lewd slapping noise. My moans, his grunts and the slapping noises of our genitals reverberated across his small bedroom.
I locked my fingers around his neck and looked at him, hollering as he fucked me senseless. From his point of view, he could see my orgasmic face, with wide eyes, a gaping open and loud screams coming out of it.
"Yess...Yess....Ohhh yesss." I moaned as Jacques continued drilling me, making me orgasm so soon. With two back to back orgasms, I was dazed and amazed at his skill and the way he was fucking me right now, I knew I had to brace for several orgasms more.
He let go off my thighs before pulling out of me. He straddled my chest before slapping his cock on my breasts a couple of times before wriggling its piss slit on my nipple. He placed his cock between my boobs and I pushed them together.
The slimy coat of the lubricants and my juices made his cock slide back and forth smoothly. He pulled on my nipples, making me squirm and moan as he kept fucking my tits. I had rarely been tit fucked by Varun since he preferred either a blowjob or my pussy and Jacques' fondness for my tits and the novelty of the position turned me on even more.
My open and parted bra flapped around my tits as he thrust his cock hitting my chin with each forward thrust. I felt so dirty at the moment; lying on my lover's bed, completely naked except for a bra which was a namesake piece of clothing on me.
I was in bed with a foreigner from half way around the world in his house which was just a couple of floors above mine in a building that I had lived for the past 5 years. I had tossed my fidelity, my reputation and my ethos down the very window that Jacques closed a few minutes ago before he started making love to me, rather fucking me. I pushed aside all rational thoughts and focused completely on our bodies.
He grabbed my head and raised it before pushing his cock inside my mouth. I gagged as I felt the bitter lubricants and wanted to pull his condom out and throw it away but I knew this was only momentary as his cock would find its way back into my pussy soon.
He grabbed the head board of the bed, as he thrust his cock in to my mouth, fucking it. I had my pussy, my tits and now my mouth fucked in just a matter of minutes and did I enjoy it or what! He pulled his cock out of my mouth, moved forward a little till his balls hung right above my lips.
I opened my mouth before he placed his nut into it and I began sucking it. I swirled my tongue around it, making his soft little marble roll around in my mouth. I opened my mouth wider trying to fit the other one. My mouth sucked on his balls while my hands caressed his smooth, taut butt. I sneaked my middle finger in to his butt crack and gently massaged his asshole, making his cock twitch above my face.
He pulled out of my mouth and got back between my legs to continue where he had left off. He pushed my left leg away, widening the gap between my legs. He raised my right leg and placed it on his chest before slowly pushing his cock back into my gaping cunt.
He started fucking me, this time slower than previously. My foot was resting on his chest and my toe was just a couple of inches away from his mouth. I teasingly wriggled my toe in his face and he immediately popped it inside his mouth and started sucking it.
"Ummmm....haaaa..." I moaned as the never teased before nerve endings of my foot got active from his erotic stimulation. He ran his tongue along the length of my foot, before sucking on each of my toe; the whole time looking at me with maddening lust as his cock pistoned in and out of my gaping cunt making filthy slick noises.
He put my leg down and pushed on my back making me turn to my left side. I pulled my knees closer to my body getting into a fetal position. Still kneeling, he positioned himself behind my butt and then again slowly pushed his cock back inside me.
"Aaah....yeahhh...tight." He grunted as my closed legs added to the friction. He grabbed my butt for support and started fucking me again. His grunts grew louder with my moans as we indulged in a bout of frenzied coitus on his bed. The wooden bed started shaking and creaking loudly as me and my lover fucked on it.
Jacques raised my leg a little, sneaking his hand in between my thighs to find my clit. I moaned louder and my body shivered as his fingers toyed with my clit and his cock stimulated the nerves inside me.
"Aahh...No....ohhh shit...ohhh..Naaaa..." I moaned as I felt the orgasm surge in me. I couldn't recall the last time I had cum so soon and so many times in just one session. He slowed down as my pussy tightened for an orgasm. He stayed still with his cock still buried inside my pussy as I shook and shivered from the orgasm.
I let out a long sigh as the orgasm ended. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me. His beautiful disarming smile was in stark contrast to the animalistic lust with which he had taken me. Small droplets of sweat had accumulated on his forehead, some trickling down his cheek. A thin layer of sweat covered his heaving chest adding sheen to his fair white skin.
Seeing and feeling him so close to me made me realize the contrast between us. Two continents, two nations, two languages and two distinct cultures and yet we both so well understood each other's bodies.
Since we had started making love, very few words had been spoken but we made sweet love like a beautifully choreographed dance, a well oiled engine, a well gelled team; it felt as if we had been doing this for ages. I felt so comfortable in his presence, not just in bed but otherwise too. There was no shame, no inhibitions, no hiding but just pure, unbridled lust and pleasure.
He lowered his head on my tit and slowly and gently sucked on it. I pulled him up to kiss him, wriggling and rolling my tongue around his. He moved up to my forehead and gently scooped a drop of sweat pooled on it with his tongue. He smiled at me as he relished it before lowering his head towards my mouth. I too reciprocated my gently licking off some of his sweat before kissing him.
As he slowly withdrew from my pussy, I turned on my back and straightened my body before spreading my legs. He got between my legs slowly placing his cock at the entrance of my hole. He lowered his body on to mine, grabbing my shoulders from under my arms.
He lowered his mouth on mine to kiss me as I wrapped my arms around his neck to welcome him. As we kissed gently, I felt his cock twitch against my waiting cunt. Without breaking the kiss, he moved to align his cock and my pussy before pushing the head and then the shaft inside me.
"Haaaaa..." I gasped as his thick, long rod stuffed me yet again. In spite of taking him inside me so many times in the last few minutes, I still didn't seem to be getting used to his cock.
As I threw my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out, Jacques focused his attention to my neck; gently kissing and licking my nape before coming back up to kiss me. My hands caressed his butt, pushing it further into me.
Just a few minutes ago we were fucking like a couple engulfed by maddening lust but right now, we made love like a couple madly in love with each other; stealing short, tender kisses. I just loved the tenderness of the moment and the change of pace.
He lowered his hands to my butt and grabbed it and started stroking harder. He grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them hard as he pounded my pussy hard. My hands scratched his butt, digging into his flesh, pulling him closer.
"Aaahhh...Haaa....Aaaahh..." I screamed, pushing my legs straight up and curling my toes. My hands scratched his back making him grunt in pain and forcing him to thrust harder, pushing his face into my neck.
He slowed down before stopping. He raised himself and rested on his knees, letting my legs rest over his thighs before resuming stroking me. He brought his hand over to my face and gently pinched my nose, making me giggle.
He gently caressed my lips with his thumb a couple of times before inserting it in my mouth and I hungrily sucked on it. He removed his thumb out of my mouth and wriggled it over my clit. I moaned and arched my back as he stimulated the most sensitive part of my body.
He lowered his head down to my breasts and sucked on each of my nipple before coming up and kissing me.
He broke the kiss, disengaged and then patted on my butt and said, "Doggie".
"Ohh...so you know that word." I said, smiling devilishly at him.
"Everyone knows that word." He said, smirking at me before sliding my bra off my shoulders. I pulled it off me and threw it away.
I was pleasantly surprised, impressed and amazed at how well he was mixing things up. I had always thought that a couple of orgasms and two at the maximum three positions were my limit and Varun lasted equally long.
But this young lad had survived my two long and two short blowjobs and had fucked me hard in 4 positions besides the foreplay without cumming even once and was still going strong. I on the other hand had 3 or 4 orgasms, frankly I stopped counting. The score was heavily tilted against me but I wasn't complaining.
I got on my fours, spread my legs, jutting my ass outwards. I lowered my butt and arched my back beautifully getting in to the position perfectly. He kneeled next to me on the bed and started caressing my butt.
He lowered his head and placed gently kisses my soft, tender butt cheeks. He slid his hand between my legs and caressed my pussy, gently moving his hand up and down the entire length of my nether lips.
"Ummmm....." I sighed as I felt his two thick fingers slid inside my pussy. He moved them in and out, side to side and in circular motions, caressing every sensitive nerve inside me. I felt his thumb gently caressing my butt hole making me moan louder.
With his other hand, he slapped my butt, at first gently to gauge my reaction. My small moan in response to the slap encouraged him to slap again, this time a little harder deriving a proportionally loud moan from me. Seeing me enjoying the spanking, he continued slapping my ass as he intensified his fingering.
His fingers were probing my insides thoroughly and his thumb was caressing and fingering my butt. My head was hanging low, deep long moans were escaping from my mouth which grew louder as I felt his tongue circling on my ass hole rather than his finger, which he shoved inside my pussy.
I jumped and yelled as Jacques found my g-spot and he too realized it. Focusing his attention on it, he fingered me hard, rubbing against it. His other hand moved under me and flicked and pinched my clit and his mouth kept rimming my butt hole.
The perfect oral and manual stimulation brought me my nth orgasm of the night. Rather than slowing down, Jacques continued fingering me as my body turned and twisted from the massive orgasm.
"Jacques...baby...pleasseee fuck me...!" I pleaded to him as my orgasm ended. I wanted more...more...and simply more.
With me still on my fours, Jacques stepped behind me and grabbed my ass before penetrating me. He held on to my butt and started fucking me in deep medium paced strokes. I heard him spit and a second later felt the warm, slick glob of saliva falling on my butt hole and trickle down to my butt as he picked up pace.
I pushed my ass back towards him as we fucked in unison, synchronizing our strokes perfectly. I had closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling his cock gave me. I moved my hand below me, sneaking up between us and started fondling his balls as they moved back and forth along with the shaft. As
I continued fondling his balls, I realized that he had stopped moving and it was I doing all the moving. I pushed backwards harder and faster with each passing thrust, making my bangles cling rhythmically and his balls slap harder against my swollen pussy.
He placed his left foot flat on the bed, grabbed my waist tight and started fucking me faster. My head hung low and my sighs turned to moan as Jacques turned on the heat.
In between his rapid thrusts, he jabbed his cock inside me to the hilt. The sudden jab shocked me as I threw my head and my long lustrous hair back. Seeing the opportunity he bunched my hair in his hands and started pummeling me as ruthlessly as before.
My back was arched as he pulled on my shoulder with his hand, my head was pointing upwards as my hairs were pulled back hard. My fingers were resting on my bed as I tried to support myself and my entire body shook with the hard and fast strokes of my lover. My eyes were closed and my mouth was wide opened as I moaned 'Ahh..Ahhh...Ahh' rhythmically with his hard strokes.
He pushed me down making my left cheek rest on the bed, making my ass prop upwards. He fondled my fleshy butt as he moved in and out fluidically.
"Spread you ass Rhea...Spread it baby." He moaned as he drilled me. I complied, brining my hands to my butt and spreading my ass cheeks. I felt like a filthy bitch and rightly so because I was being fucked like one at the moment. He gently caressed my butt hole with his thumb before inserting its tip in to it. I squirmed at the anal invasion but he wasn't done yet. He lowered his hand between my legs and pinched my clit making me howl.
He had both my holes plugged, one with his thick cock and the other with his thick thumb, both moving in and out at the same time. He had awkwardly positioned himself almost like a crab as he drilled my pussy, fingered my butt and pinched my clit but he made it look so easy.
My orgasm was drawing close and I pushed my butt harder against his crotch, making his balls slap violently against my pussy. I felt my Mangalsutra prick my soft breasts as I pushed my chest further down to prop up my ass further more.
"Aaaaahhh......yessss...huhhhh...." I moaned as I came again. Even after cumming so many times, the intensity of each subsequent orgasm hadn't waned even a bit.
After such a long and furious bout of sex, I was reduced to a pile of sweating, moaning mess and I wanted to stop but Jacques' unrelenting assault encouraged me to carry on. He had unleashed the insatiable bitch inside me.
He pulled out of me with an audible 'plop' and moved forward. I crawled back a little, making room for him between me and the headboard.
He kneeled in front of my face, his cock touching my lips gently. I knew what he wanted but the condom was a hindrance. I didn't want to taste the bitter condom lubricants but wanted to savor the flavor of his raw cock. I pulled the condom off his cock and threw it away before opening my mouth.
His cock pushed aside my lips, passed my teeth before sliding down my tongue and hitting the back of my mouth before pulling back out.
He bunched up my hair in his hand as he fucked my mouth. I savored the salty pre-cum as his cock oozed more and more of it. I was still on my fours as I had been minutes ago but now Jacques had changed places, from banging me from behind, he was banging me from the front. His balls were slapping against my pussy moments earlier but they were now slapping against my chin.
He pulled out of my mouth, pushed on my back and got between my legs. I raised my legs and spread them wide as he pushed his cock back inside again, this time without cover. I felt no sense of alarm, no fear of the consequences as he fucked me raw.
He placed my legs on his shoulder, grabbed my waist and went to town with me, fucking me harder and deeper than ever. I felt his strokes getting erratic, his cock twitched inside me and I felt his body get stiffer with each stroke. Finally...Finally my lover was reaching his destination.
He pulled out of me and kneeled over my stomach and stroked his cock violently over my tits. I pushed them together waiting for his release.
"Aaahhh.....yeaahhh....Rheaaaaa" Jacques grunted loudly as he came, ejecting his load over my tits; his cock squirted rope after rope of thick cum which pooled over my tits. As his body jerked violently, some of his cum flew straight into my face.
"Yeaahh....Aaahhh...Haha..." I reacted to the cum shower. I looked down at myself to find an unbelievable sight. My tits were covered in a coat of thick cum, trickling down the side of my tits. Just a couple of inches above my breasts was his cock, still spurting cum. I could feel some cum trickle down my cheek and also a small glob on my lips. I licked it with my tongue and savored its salty tangy flavor.
"Haaaaaa...." He sighed as his orgasm ended. He looked down at me with a smile on his face which displayed pure orgasmic bliss. He stepped forward, bringing his cum leaking cock closer to my mouth. I opened my mouth and popped his cock inside, savoring his thick ejaculate. I sucked hard, sucking out the last drop of cum from his balls. I scooped some of the cum pooled on my tits with his cock and licked on it like a dirty whore.
I placed his slowly shrinking cock in between my cum covered tits and stroked it a couple of times, coating his entire cock with cum before sucking and licking it completely.
Jacques got off me and walked over to the bathroom. I stayed there, spreading the cum on my body with my slender little finger, waiting for him to come back. He came back with a towel and stood next to the bed, near my head. He started wiping the cum off my body with towel, rubbing it a little deeper on my nipples.
I noticed drops of cum pool on the tip on his now flaccid cock and some cum stains on its side. Instead of using the towel, I decided to use my mouth and moved forward and started sucking his soft, shrunken manhood, sucking out the last drops of his nectar and cleaning it nicely while he rubbed the towel on my pussy harder. I was sucking his limp cock but it still felt great in my mouth.
He walked out to the living room and fetched my clothes. I in the meanwhile picked up my bra which had been thrown in one corner of the room in the sexual frenzy and wore it. I picked up the panty and wore it before fetching my hair brush.
I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my dishelved hair wearing just my lingerie. Jacques stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and gently kissed my neck and cheeks. As he stepped away and sat on the couch completely naked, he watched me get dressed as I draped the sari around my body delicately and gracefully like an Indian woman does.
When I was done dressing up, he wrapped the cum soaked towel around his waist and stepped in front of me. He gently held my face in his hands and raised it to kiss me. I stood on my toes trying to stand up to him as I experienced the best kiss of my life. As we broke the kiss, Jacques placed his arm on my shoulder, pulling me towards him and we walked slowly to the door.
"Can you please check if someone is standing in the corridors?" I asked Jacques as we stood behind the door.
He nodded before opening the door and walking out. I saw him look around and the peep on the lower and the upper floors before walking back inside.
"There is a man on the lower floor talking on a cell phone." He said as he closed the door behind me.
There was no way I could risk being seen coming out of Jacques' house at that time of the night and as much as I tried covering up, I still had the freshly fucked look on my face which even I blind man would make out.
"I guess I'll just wait here for ten minutes before I can go back home." I said as I sat on the couch, fidgeting with my fingers.
"Hmmmm...then what do we till then?" Jacques asked. I looked at him to see him smile faintly.
More than 10 minutes later....
"I have to go home....Aaahhh...." I moaned.
"Hmmmmm....." Jacques replied as he sucked on my nipple. My clothes and his towel were back on the floor and we were naked on the couch. I was on his lap facing him, with his cock buried inside my pussy. I gently rocked back and forth making his uncovered cock rub against my pussy walls; his large hands were placed flat on my ass, pushing me back and forth where as his mouth sucked on my hard stubby nipple.
"Jacquess....I have to...ummppfff...Hmmm..." I tried to say before he latched his mouth to mine to kiss me, silencing me.
With his mouth still glued to mine and his cock still buried inside me, he stood up, picking me up along with him. He placed his forearms under my knees before I locked my fingers behind his neck and lowered my body towards the floor, almost getting perpendicular to his body, pushing his cock deeper inside me. He started stroking, slowly at first and gradually picking up pace.
I was suspended in the air with his arms, my slender fingers and his thick cock for support as he fucked me in his living room, filling it with the resonance of his balls slapping my cunt. I was sure that the man in the corridor was gone and I could go home now but those thoughts were being shoved aside as Jacques slammed his cock harder into my pussy. He stopped fucking me and started walking towards the bedroom.
"Jacquess....I have to go home." I protested feebly as I felt his cock move inside me as he walked.
"Yeahh...you will but not now..." He said as we walked inside the bedroom.
Few weeks later....
"Baise Moi...Aahhh...Baise Moii....Yeaahhh....Fuck me harrdddd....Ouiiiii" I screamed as Jacques banged my ass hard. The sheer disbelief that I could take his monster cock inside my tight little asshole made me scream louder. He was crouching behind me as I was on my fours.
My hands had been pulled back and were firmly gripped by his right hand where as his left hand pulled my hair hard as he pummeled my butt.
"Ahhh...Rhea...you;ve learnt so much and so well...yeaahhh." He grunted as he fucked my hard, stretching the thin membrane of my butt wide. I wasn't sure whether he was referring to our sexual escapades every night or my spoken French but who cared at that moment.
His twitching cock signaled his approaching orgasm and he pulled out, I swiftly kneeled facing him and a moment later, thick ropes of cum splashed on my face.
I stepped out of my lover's apartment in broad daylight which I had avoided all these days. I had always made sure that our rendezvous always happened in the quite of the night for it provided us secrecy; whether it was in my house or his. But ever since the school had started, I had to wake up early and as much as I loved our all nighters, it had become difficult to keep up with my routine.
Our routines had prevented us from being together for almost a week now and one Sunday afternoon I got a message from Jacques and I was soon naked on his bed with him.
I stepped out late in the afternoon still dazed from the mind blowing sex I just had and I carelessly started walking down the stairs, not even checking around.
As I walked down, still recalling the fuck and enjoying the trickling juices down my leg, I realized some one in front of me. I looked at the person and stood completely frozen in fear.
The happy erotic thoughts vaporized in a second and were replaced with a complete blank space. I started trembling and my heart beat faster. I gulped down audibly as I stared at the person in front of me.
That person was Rupali and she stood down a few stairs down from mine. She had a very devilish grin on her face as she looked in to my eyes.
Written on:30th August, 2017And29th January, 2018 (in Two Parts)
Malti Babbar stretched her body and glanced towards the screaming alarm clock, 5.30 AM it's time to get up, lazily she reached for it and punched the stop button. The early morning sun was pouring in through the window and she slowly slipped out of the bed. Without disturbing her sleeping husband, she quickly freshened up and before six o'clock she was out of the house for her regular jogging.
Outside her small bungalow was a vast stretch of greenery as they were residing in FRI complex (Forest Research Institute) at Dehradun along with her husband and a 6-year-old daughter. Her husband Ravi, a botanist was working with FRI for last six months. Malti loved the place which is full of 450 hectares of forest all around and colonial style main building at the center. In front of the main building lies a large lush green field and on sides were several offices, staff quarters and bungalows, one of which was occupied by them.
She wore a tight-fitting track pants with matching top and tied her shoulder length hairs in a ponytail. Adjusting her headphones and tuning in her favorite music she started to run towards the field. She saw the usual people walking or jogging and greeted the uncles and aunties from neighborhood. Two rounds of the large field were enough for her regular exercise. She whisked past several people out for morning walk and even the grandpas in the lot couldn't help but stare at the perfect round ass in those tight slacks. As she jogged, the round shapely ass produced an exotic view when they sway with every step she took. Malti have kept herself in a great shape with this daily routine, a 34C breast, narrow and flat abdomen and a round 36 inches of meat below her waist.
She finished her jogging and reached home around quarter to seven and after relaxing a bit she set about for her daily routine. After the quick shower, she prepared the tea and went in the bedroom.
"Rise and shine," she cheerfully spoke and kept the tea on the bedside table. Ravi listened but feeling lazy he tried to ignore until Malti climbed on the bed and shook her wet hairs on his face.
"Um... no... let me sleep," he murmured as the small drops of water splashed on his face. Malti giggled and some more drops of water sprinkled on his face. He opened his eyes and in mock anger he tried to grab her but she slipped away.
"Get up and have your tea before its cold," she spoke, "I have to wake up Rini also."
"Yeah... but first wake me up," he spread his arms for a hug.
"Get up and don't be naughty early in the morning," she giggled but slipped in his arms for a quick good morning kiss.
She went about preparing the breakfast while Ravi run around getting Rini ready for school. The hectic morning came to an end when she packed Ravi's lunch and send him off to the office. Now she has ample time to relax till her daughter is back from school at around 2.00 pm. This is the time Malti is alone and free to do whatever she wants. This is the time she went for shopping to the city as the large complex has no shops but only some offices, some residences and vast area of forests. The back of the forest area stretches far and looks as if meeting the foothills of Himalayas. She loves to walk deep in the forest, all alone with her thoughts.
Today was no exception, she walked out of house and saw the gardener busy in the small garden of the bungalow. He was a boy named Langa Dorji, not more that nineteen years old and was son of the peon working in her husband's office. To help the family he use to work as part time gardener in the bungalows.
"Good Morning Madam," he greeted Malti as she walked by him.
"Good Morning Langa, what are you doing today," she enquired.
"Just watering these plants and then will mow the lawn," he answered respectfully.
She nodded and walked towards the forest area. She wore her favorite long skirt with a top and carried just the keys of the house. She walked admiring the nature and soon the offices and the bungalows were left far behind and what was around was just tall trees and small bushes. The April sun was not hot and cool shade of the trees was chilling. She admired the hills of Himalayas far away as the cool breeze blow her skirt. The jungle was quite except for some occasional chirping of birds. She stepped behind a large tree and rested her back on the trunk. Her heart beat increased and she glanced around the place packed with trees and bushes limiting the sight to a few yards.
She fumbled with the hook on the skirt and opened them letting the skirt fall to her feet. She was standing in middle of the jungle in just her small panty and top. With increasing excitement she stepped out of the bunched skirt and slowly pulled the top out and placed it over the skirt. A squirrel squeaked and looked at her from the top of the branch.
Malti felt aroused and her nipples were tout begging to be freed and that is exactly what she did and threw the bra over the rest of the clothes. The long and pointed boobs were standing proudly on her chest with nipples so erect that they started to give an itchy feeling. She grabbed one of the titties and massaged the erect nipple between her thumb and finger. The other hand she pushed between her legs onto the wet pussy which was starting to soak the panties. She quickly pulled it out of her slender legs and threw over the pile of clothes.
Malti, a wife of a respected scientist at FRI was standing nude in middle of the jungle. She understands the danger and the scandal it would be if someone found out but this was making it even more thrilling for her. She grabbed both her breasts and pulled the nipples hard.
She looked around and strained her ears to listen for any noises which would alert her of anybody approaching, but she heard none. She looked towards the pile of clothes then slowly walked ahead on the uneven grounds. As she moved farther from clothes the danger increases and so does her excitement. She reached behind bushes, far away from her pile of clothes. If someone happened to come by she will not able to get to her clothes immediately and she will be caught totally nude, the thought itself increased her excitement. She lies down on the soft grass still massaging her boobs and pinching her nipples. She moved one hand between her legs to touch the aching clit and a groan escaped her mouth.
She spread her legs wide as if opening up for an unknown lover to get between them and fuck her brains out. The danger of being caught in such a state was making her horny, the only thought in her mind was 'If someone caught me lying spread eagle, all alone in the jungle, he will not let me go without fucking me.' She shivered with excitement and rubbed her clit vigorously.
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Malti enjoyed exposing herself since a very young age. As soon as her body started developing the boys around her started showing special interest in her and she always enjoyed the attention. She soon realized the importance of her body and what effect if causes on the opposite sex, maybe sometimes to same sex also. She enjoyed knowing that a man is drooling over her and that she is giving him a hardon. In school itself she started enjoying 'accidently' exposing herself. She gave innumerous hardons to her teachers and fellow students and she loves the fact that she was the subject of thousands of masturbations. Whenever she had such an incident where she exposes herself and knew that someone is watching, she touched herself in privacy and bring herself to a massive orgasm. Today lying in the woods naked, she rubbed her pussy imagining someone watching her and stroking his large penis.
She remembered the incident when she was young and travelling with her parents in a train. It was an overnight journey and she was wearing a knee-high skirt along with a t-shirt. The t-shirt was tight around her bust and the shape of her round boobs were producing a mouthwatering scene. She was busy reading a book when she noticed a man in the opposite seat was checking her out. He was a grown-up man in his forties and she noticed that he was surreptitiously glancing at her legs and breasts. Malti felt a chill run down her spine and she looked at her parents who were busy talking amongst themselves.
She checked herself and found that her skirt has ridden a bit over the knees as she sat on the seat with legs pulled up and folded. She innocently moved her legs a bit giving him a better glimpse of her thighs deep inside the skirt and from corner of her eyes she watched for his reaction. The man saw the movement of her legs and the delicate thighs exposed for a split second giving him deep view upto her black panties and then they were closed again, but still the skirt rode higher and he was mesmerized by the sight of her soft and creamy legs.
Malti saw awe on his face and felt the tingling sensation between her legs. She continued flipping pages of the book and in between opened and closed her legs giving him fleeting glimpses of her gorgeous thighs. At one point their eyes met and he smiled but she looked away. The game continued till it was time to sleep and Malti was on fire. Her parents took the top berth while she occupied the lower one just opposite the man.
By this time, it was clear to the man that she was deliberately teasing him and the guy didn't mind the show, but he was getting greedy for more. In the light of night bulb, he could see her lying face up and the sheets not yet pulled up. He looked intensely in her eyes and mouthed 'please.' She knew what he wanted and she felt naughty pulling up her skirt inch by inch. She kept an eye on her sleeping parents and on anyone passing through the aisle and pulled her skirt high enough to expose the triangular black panty covering her pussy. She could literally feel his gaze on her pussy. She left it like that for a long time for him to feast his eyes and only pulled it back when she heard someone walking down the aisle.
Everyone in the carriage seems to be sleeping and Malti was getting hornier and hornier. This is the first time that she has done something like this, she has never gone beyond 'accidental' exposing but this time all barriers seems to have been broken, she was playing on the 'requests' of this man. She pulled her t-shirt up and exposed her bra covered boobs and then alternated between showing her panties and bra.
Suddenly she heard a loud noise, nervously she pulled down her skirt but then realized it was snoring sound produced by his father. She giggled and saw the man was also grinning. After couple of seconds he again gestured with his hand trying to communicate through sign language, asking her to continue with the show and reveal more. Malti was a bit scared that the noise might have woken up someone so she shook her head refusing to comply. The man made a bad face and continued to coax her.
When she started to pull the sheets over her body he desperately begged not to and started to point towards the aisle. Malti was confused as she was not able to understand what he wanted. He got up from his seat and stood in the aisle and signaled her to follow him as he walked towards the toilets. She now understood that he was asking her to come to the toilets at the end of the carriage and continue the show, maybe in the toilet. She felt scared at the prospect of being alone with him, but then the excitement overpowered her, the taboo nature of the act made her breath heavy. She peeked in the gallery and saw him standing at the far end. He signaled her to come to him when he saw her looking.
Hesitantly she got up and checked on her sleeping parents, when she was sure that they were fast asleep she walked down the aisle. Her heart started to beat hard as she reached the toilets.
"Why you called me," she whispered acting all innocent.
"I was not able to look at this beautiful body in the dark over there," he too whispered in a hoarse voice, "I want to see you properly."
Malti's face turned red and she looked down at the floor unable to meet his gaze. There was no one around and he slowly opened the door of the toilet. He held the door open and looked at her meaningfully.
"Come... here no one can disturb us," he whispered. Malti's was feeling excited and nervous at the same, however she hesitantly stepped in. He closed the door behind and they were cramped in the small space.
"Show me," his voice was barely audible.
Malti was trembling as she lifted her skirt and pulled it above her waist.
"Now the panty."
She shook her head.
"Please," he whispered, "you are so sexy... now don't hide yourself... I want to see all of you."
Her heart was beating so hard that she thought the sound could be heard by her sleeping parents. After he coaxed again she let go the skirt and put her thumbs in the elastic waist band. She pulled the panty down to her knees and then inched her skirt up to reveal the soft pussy mound partly hidden in small pubic hairs.
"Ah... wow," he gasped as the pussy came into view and Malti shut her eyes tightly. He looked fixedly at the swollen pussy lips which were pressed tightly leaving a line between them and he was sure that he was looking at a virgin cunt. His cock twitched and was rock hard.
"Now the boobs."
Malti let the skirt fall and started to pull back the panty.
"No... no... let it like that," he held the skirt up, "I want to see all of you."
"Leave it," she pulled the skirt out of his grip and looked alarmed.
"Ok... Ok... no problem... but I want to see you fully nude."
She relaxed a bit when he stepped back and then she held the skirt with one hand and with other pulled the t-shirt up. He waited patiently as she slowly revealed her slim and beautiful body. She finally pulled her bra above her boobs and he got the first glimpse of her pointed boobs and the erect nipples. Malti felt very dirty in exposing to him completely.
He watched in amazement at the young beauty just two feet away and then he wanted more. He wanted to touch them, he wanted to squeeze them. With a single step he was onto her and placed a firm hand on her left boob and his other hand went around her waist pulling her tightly against him.
"No... no... leave me," she panicked and tried to move back but there was no space.
"You are amazing," he groaned while squeezing the tits, he didn't seem to listen to her protests and moved his hands over her body mauling her tits and ass. Malti was terrified now and all her playfulness vanished, she never thought that if she is alone with him he will try to take advantage of her. She cursed herself for being so foolish and literally started to fight him away.
He was in frenzy and the protests hardly have any effect on him. He had her pinned between him and the toilet wall and the pointed soft orbs on her chest were repeatedly pumped and squeezed. He tried to kiss her on lips but as she violently shook her head he was only able to lick her cheeks.
"What!!!" suddenly he realized that she was crying and fighting with him for her dear life, "what are you doing," he looked puzzled.
"Leave me... let me go," she cried, tears flowing freely.
"Why!!! What is wrong!!!"
"Let me go... please... I don't want this."
"Ohh... common don't show the attitude now, I know you want this," he brushed aside her protests and once again tried to kiss her this time he managed to grab her lip in his mouth.
"Uggg... moo... uggg...' she tried to speak but her voice was muffled. Malti was now shit scared and tried her best to avoid him hands but met with little success, his hands were now probing her cunt and spreading the lips.
"Don't worry... don't worry," he spoke in a hoarse voice and unzipped his pant.
"No... no... mummy," Malti started to howl as she realized that he was ready to fuck her, the cock rubbed between her legs.
"Shhhh... keep your voice down."
"Mummy," she howled louder.
"What are you doing... do you want to wake up the entire compartment," he tried to calm her, "I will be real slow you have no need to worry."
"No... no... leave me," she continued to fight him.
"Bitch," he tried to turn her around in order to take her from behind but he met with bitter fighting and shouting.
"What do you want," he was now a bit alarmed himself and feared someone might hear her, "Shhh calm down I am not doing anything."
As his grip loosened Malti quickly pulled her panty up and arranged her clothes while he looked at her in anger.
"Bitch... cunt," he vented his anger while she quickly opened the latch and ran out of the toilet. She almost ran to her seat and pulled the sheets over her as she sat in the corner, still panting.
The man didn't bother her after that and was gone early in the morning. The incident left Malti really scared and she promised herself never to do this again. For next one year, she never thought of exposing herself not even 'accidently' but then slowly the incident started to fade in the memory and she was tempted again, however she was careful not to let herself into such a situation. Her exhibitionism remained 'accidental' and she never ventured further than that until she was married.
She was virgin at the time of her marriage at a young age of 21. Her family was orthodox and getting the daughter married quickly was the only plan of her parents, so once she finished the college they found him a suitable match. Although Ravi was eleven years older than her but he was well settled scientist in a government job so her parents have no objection and she was married to Ravi.
Malti never felt the age gap as a problem, she fell in love with the mature and calm nature of Ravi. The first year zipped past as both of them explored each other and before they know she was pregnant with Rini and she was busy with being a mother. The urge of exhibition didn't crop up until Rini was three years old and she found a shoe salesman peeping under her saree. She felt the excitement once again and she let him feast his eyes on her smooth legs in the pretext of trying the sandals. She realized how exciting it is and then she started creating opportunities to expose herself to strangers, salesmen, etc. however she always remained in control and never let herself get carried away. She had Ravi, her husband whom she would fuck senseless in night after she had one of her 'incidents.'
Ravi's job involves transfers and six month back they were transferred to FRI at Dehradun and Malti was in love with the place at the first site. The quiet and green environment around evoked strange sensations and she broadened her exhibitionism. The afternoons were her playtime and she use to go to city and wander around the shops exposing to salesmen. Then there was her tailor, who was more than pleased to take 'measurements' of such a young & sexy wife.
One day while she walked into the jungles she had the naughty idea of taking her panty out. In the deserted stretch of the jungle she removed her panty and touched her swollen pussy lips. She felt naughty doing that in open jungle and then she sat down under a tree and rubbed herself to an orgasm. Another round to the jungle, another day, she takes it up a notch and removed her bra and panty. Slowly and slowly her risk taking increased and today she was lying totally nude in middle of the jungle with her clothes lying at least 50 meters away.
She rubbed her clit spreading her legs wide, her finger moved in circles occasionally slipping in the wet hole. Slow moans escaped her mouth as she neared climax.
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Ravi was sitting in his office typing the findings on his latest research about medicinal fungi when he felt a bit tired and took a break. He called for his office peon Hemal Rai Dorji and asked him to bring a cup of coffee. He has little idea that while he was in his office his lovely wife was lying naked in the woods rubbing away his pussy.
He was a meritorious student throughout his life and was very shy around girls, so during his school and college he never had a girlfriend. He was more occupied with his studies to flirt with girls and after graduation he went on to do his Phd and then joined ministry of forestry as a scientist. He thought about his beautiful wife and wondered that if this arranged marriage thing was not there he would never have won such a lovely and lively girl.
Malti was everything to him now, she was his friend, lover, caretaker and a whore in bed. Even after eight years of marriage he never felt that their sex life has diminished rather it has improved during last three years. It was a bit low when Rini was born but ever since she started to go to school he has found a renewed energy in their sex life.
Malti has maintained her figure by regular exercise on one hand and on other she was experimental in bed. Every other night she will have something new to do, she would do a strip tease for him or dress up as a school girl. She will wear sexy lingerie and would make a show taking them off, she will do something or the other to spice up the things in bed and the result is sex, almost five times a week. Ravi was often surprised at her energy and the enthusiasm she shows. He was a bit skeptical initially that he was eleven years older to her but the age difference never proved to be a problem nor did the average cock size that he has, proved to be a problem.
He knew that she was a virgin at the time of marriage as she howled with pain even with the average size cock he had and she learned everything about sex gradually with him. Although he was also a novice but the two explored each other. Ravi always found her an innocent little girl and he had no idea of her fetish, even when he witnessed a salesman having a peek of her creamy boobs.
They were out shopping and happened to be in a shoe store. Malti was trying a sandal and Ravi was busy with his daughter who was running around the shop. He was at some distance and saw his wife sitting on the stool bending forward adjusting the sandal and the salesman sitting on the floor in front of her. Suddenly he saw the 'pallu' of her saree fall down and through the deep neck blouse her boobs were visible to great depths. Even though he was at some distance but he can also clearly see the cleavage deep down. He looked at the salesman and found him staring at the site before him in an awe.
'Oh my god' he was rooted to his place and watched Malti who oblivious to everything, was busy fiddling with the sandal. It looked like she was presenting her delicious globs on platter to the salesman. Ravi was mesmerized and his first thought was for the salesman 'lucky bastard' then he thought of warning Malti. But before he could act he saw her straightening and pulling back the saree on her breasts. Ravi looked around to see if anyone else was watching but found none as the only other shopper, a lady and was facing away.
He found that his heartbeat increased and he was feeling aroused. He was distracted when Rini pulled her hand and took him to a rack to point out at a shoe she wanted. For some time he was busy with her and when he looked again at Malti he found that she was busy with yet another shoe. He was able to see her back from this point and he found that her 'pallu' again slipped from her breasts. From the look of the salesman he was sure that he is getting a delicious view.
Malti kept on trying different sandals and shoes and continued to expose her boobs to the ogling eyes of salesman. Ravi wanted to warn Malti but he was feeling aroused watching his innocent wife unknowingly expose herself in front of this man. The salesman was happily bringing shoes for her to try and enjoyed the view.
Ravi never mention this to her as he felt ashamed of himself that he knowingly allowed to continue the show. Later in the night he was excited beyond control and mauled her tits, it gives him added pleasure that the salesman could only drool over them while he can have them.
"Saab," his train of thoughts were broken as the peon Hemal Rai entered with his coffee, "your coffee."
"Yeah... keep it on the table."
"Saab I want seven days leave."
"Why where are you going?"
"Going to our village I have found a suitable boy for my daughter, so going to meet his parents to finalize her marriage," he replied.
"Ohh, ok no problem."
"My son Langa would be around he will maintain your garden and if you need he can do other chores for you too."
"That would not be required, gardening would be enough."
Hemal Rai nodded and exited his office.
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Malti returned from her 'walk' in the woods, it was almost quarter past one in the afternoon and Rini was due to be back from school at two O' clock.
"How was your day dear," she enquired as Rini got down from the school bus.
Rini excitedly started narrating whatever happened at school and continued during the lunch also. After the lunch Malti put her to bed for the afternoon nap and she too slept for two hours with her.
Ravi returned around seven and Rini immediately jumped in his lap and animatedly started telling about her day. Malti was busy in the kitchen preparing the dinner.
"Hey don't bother your daddy let him relax," Malti peeped from the kitchen and scolded Rini.
"No... no... I will play with daddy," she shouted.
"Let her play I am not tired," Ravi replied.
"I don't want you to get tired now," Malti spoke meaningfully and Ravi felt a tingling sensation as he understood what she was hinting about.
Later in the night when Ravi came to bedroom after putting Rini to bed he found Malti was wearing a flimsy nighty which was reaching just below her knees. The material was so thin that he could clearly make out every curve on her body and can also see the bra and panty she was wearing. He looked at her admiringly while Malti has a mischievous smile on her face.
"This arrived today," she pointed towards the nighty, "and also what I am wearing inside."
Ravi remembered that they ordered a set of fancy bra and panty few days ago and she must be wearing the same under the nighty. Malti pushed him on the bed and stood beside with a naughty smile.
"You want to see," she asked. Ravi nodded eagerly feeling his blood rushing to his crotch. Malti stepped back a bit untying her hairs and shook her head seductively letting the shoulder length hairs fall on her back. She put on some light music and turned on the night bulb then sensually started to sway her hips. Ravi watched in dim light the little show she put up and felt his cock getting hard. Malti slowly pulled up the nighty to give him a peek at her creamy thighs and the purple panty, then quickly pulled it back. She teased him until she saw a tent building in his pajamas. She pulled the nighty all the way up and out of her head and stood before him in the purple bra and panty.
Ravi rubbed his crotch and saw that the material was so transparent that he could see the tout nipples and the fluffy pussy lips. Malti swayed and turned a full round displaying her body.
"You want more," she whispered, "then show me your hard cock."
Ravi quickly peeled his clothes off and rubbed the erect cock.
"Mmmm... lovely," she approached him and planted a kiss on his throbbing penis.
Malti continued the teasing by showing glimpses of her body and in between playing with his cock with her tongue until Ravi could take it no more and pulled her onto the bed. Malti moaned loudly as he quickly mounted her. The room was filled with the noises of lovemaking.
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After sending off her husband and daughter, Malti relaxed in the verandah enjoying the weather and a hot cup of coffee. The weather was romantic with clouds in the sky and she was feeling naughty, she thought of going to shopping mall and have some fun with the salesmen. Last time, she remembered the salesman got a deep look at her cleavage, today she thought of wearing a skirt and can let him have some view down her thighs. The thought sent shivers down her spine and she felt the familiar sensation building inside her. Then she thought of her tailor with whom she was so generous that she allowed him to have a feel of her boobs while taking measurement. She remembers that his hands were trembling and a big bulge was visible in his pants. She finished the coffee but was still not able to decide where to go.
Finally, it was late and she decided to have a walk in the forest. Wearing a jean and a top she locked the house. Langa was as usual working in the lawn and she enquired about his family etc., then she walked towards the woods.
The sky was partially filled with clouds and the sun was playing hide and seek in the clouds. Malti reached her usual spot and started to slowly undress, the cold breeze make her nipples stood erect. After keeping all her clothes below a tree, she walked naked on the grass slowly playing with her pussy and nipples.
She was lost in her fantasies, eyes closed, legs spread wide and two fingers buried deep in her pussy when she heard rustling sound close to her. She opened her eyes and saw a large snake was coiled between her spread out legs. Her eyes spread out in fear as she saw him brandish his tongue.
"Mummmmy...." She screamed on top of her lunges as her body trembled and she was unable to move. Her eyes were fixated on the creature which appeared to be looking at her cunt believing it to be the opening of his pit.
"Oh God help me... please go away," the creature was so close to her that she feared even to move a muscle.
Suddenly from nowhere a man appeared beside her, he was holding a stick with which he scooped the snake and sent him flying into the bushes.
"Oh God... Oh God," she was still trembling.
"He is gone," he spoke. Malti looked at him for the first time and her heart sank as she recognizes Langa.
"O my god... O my god," she trembled and tried to cover her boobs and pussy with her hand while he looked on at the naked wife.
"My clothes," she was barely able to say these words.
"I'll bring them," he said and ran towards where she has kept her clothes.
Malti was feeling numb and her mind was not working, 'he has been watching me,' was all that he could think.
Langa was quickly back with her clothes, but sitting naked in the woods it felt like eternity for Malti. She quickly got up and started to dress. In the haste she tripped while putting the panty on and fell face forward. Langa was standing in good position and he didn't let her fall on the ground and held her in his arms.
"Leave me..." she spoke in a wobbly voice as she felt his hands on her naked shoulders and waist. Langa let her balance herself and watched as she quickly dressed and rushed towards home.
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Malti almost ran to her home. She was looking behind to see if Langa was following her but he was not to be seen. By the time she reached home she was able to regain some of her composure.
"O God... O God," she was shaking as she locked the door, "What was he doing there... of all the people... this Gardner... Langa... how could I ever face him again."
She sat on the couch and tried to catch her breath. The more she thought about it, the more foolish she felt and she cursed herself for being such a stupid ass. Now the whole idea of getting naked in the jungle seems so absurd, she always thought that she would know if someone is approaching and could hide or something, but she never expected what happened today.
Malti spent the afternoon locked in the house and thinking about the incident. 'He came forward when she shouted for help, it means he was watching me masturbating all this time,' she helplessly crushed the cushion in her hand. She shivered at the thought that Langa must be boasting about this to his friends and that he has touched her naked body almost hugged her. She was lost in her thoughts and almost forgot to pick up her daughter from bus stop.
Rini was chirping as usual as she walked her home, however Malti was quiet and was looking around as if everyone around knows her dark secret. Everything was normal and she gained some confidence, 'even if he tells no one will believe him,' she consoled herself.
By evening she was restless again. It was time for Rini to go out in the park and play with her friends and Malti usually accompany her. While Rini played, she uses to chat with other ladies in the park. But today she was not interested in chatting, her eyes were looking for Langa. She knew he must be working in some other bungalow. She casually walked on looking into the lawns of other bungalows for any sign of Langa.
Then she spotted him cleaning a flower bed. Walking close to the fence she hoped he will look at her so that she can signal him, but he was busy and didn't raise his head.
"Langa," she called him after mustering enough courage.
"Yes Madam," he saw her and quickly came to the edge of the fence.
"I need to have a word with you."
"Sure madam," he looked on.
"Not here," she looked around, "over there," she pointed towards a deserted lane and walked on. After sometime she heard hurried footsteps behind her.
"What were you doing in the forest," she spoke as he came beside her. She cannot look him into eyes and continued to walk.
"I... I... was there," he stammered.
"I know you were there... but why?"
"I use to follow you."
"You mean earlier also you have followed me," she was terrified, "Why?"
"I saw you going into the woods and I was worried because it is not safe, we have often seen Leopards coming to these parts of the jungle... so I followed you... in case..."
'O God,' he has been watching her all the time and she has no idea.
"You mean you would have saved me if Leopard attacked," she giggled nervously.
"Yes sure... I would have," he replied confidently showing a machete hidden in his pants.
Malti didn't know what to say, she nervously fidgeted and kept on walking without realizing that they have walked into bamboo bushes which were hidden from the road.
"I never wanted to spy on you... I just followed you to warn you... but... but... when I saw you... I didn't... I don't want to interrupt," he spoke slowly while Malti looked at the ground.
"I hope you have not told this to anybody," she spoke.
"No madam... I can never do that," he quickly replied.
Malti relaxed feeling the sincerity in his voice and also that he was behaving respectfully as he used to. Not a cheap glance or a sleazy comment, as Malti was dreading.
"Thanks a lot... please don't tell anyone," she spoke meekly.
"I would never do that."
"You are so sweet... Madam," he spoke getting closer to her.
Malti first time looked at him closely and found him to be just about her height, a bit shorter for a man, but was sturdy built. He had strong arms and legs and the facial feature were of southeast Asian with short eyes and flat nose, looked sweet and innocent to her. His ancestors migrated from Bhutan long time back. The manual work he did showed in his physic and as she glanced down she saw a bulge in his pant.
'Is he having a boner,' she thought and realized that just couple of hours back she was totally nude before him and probably he has never seen another woman naked. The thought made her feel ashamed as well as aroused.
Langa was so close to her that he can smell her scent, he can feel the heat emanating from her body and he was not able to control himself. He moved one hand on her back and pulled her in his strong embrace.
"What... what," she was taken aback.
Langa had one hand on her ass and pulled her sharply into him. Malti felt his hard cock on her thigh and before she could react she felt his other hand on the back of her head.
"No... no... what are you doing," she squealed and shook her head left and right as he tried to kiss her lips. Her boobs pressed flat onto his chest.
"What do you think you are doing," Malti shouted and pushed him hard.
"Madam... Madam," he was in a frenzy and managed to kiss her cheeks.
"Let me go immediately," she started hitting him on chest.
Langa was startled and his grip on her ass loosened. Malti quickly pushed him back and looked fiercely in his eyes.
"How dare you!!!" she shouted.
"Madam..." he tried to speak but she cut him off.
"What do you think!!! If you have seen me naked, you have the right to fuck me?" she was panting in anger while Langa looked on like a scared puppy.
"No madam," he looked down.
"I will kill you if you ever touch me," and she stomped back towards her bungalow.
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"Today lot of school children visited FRI and I showed them the museum," Ravi was telling about his day but Malti's mind was still occupied by the thoughts of the day's events. She absentmindedly nodded to whatever he was saying.
'He must be thinking that I am some kind of cheap woman who will be willing to take any cock that comes her way or else he would not have dared to touch me,' she thought and continued to cook the dinner.
Malti went to bed after finishing dinner while Ravi was with Rini telling her some bedtime story. By now her anger was subsided and her mind was working differently, 'he has been watching me doing all those nasty things for so many days, OMG, I have masturbated several times,' she felt ashamed, 'he had a hard on and I was staring at it no wonder he thought I wanted him.'
When Ravi joined her in bed she was imagining Langa watching her hidden in the bushes and was getting excited. When Ravi put a hand on her back she snuggled close to him. He didn't have to ask twice for she was already wet. She put her face on the pillow and went prone asking Ravi to fuck her doggy style. At the peak of copulation, she felt as if Langa has a grip on her ass and when she had orgasm his face was in her mind.
They cuddled together after the satisfying sex when Ravi spoke, "You know my peon Hemal Rai, he will be on leave from tomorrow, he is going to his village to fix his daughter's marriage."
"Then?"
"Then... I have to run the household errands, he was a good help."
"Ohh... Ok."
"Although he offered that his son Langa can do the chores but I don't like this boy so I refused."
"Why? Langa seems to be a nice boy, why you hate him," she spoke cautiously.
"I don't hate him, but I have heard that he is not a nice guy, its only because of his father that I allowed the gardening job so that it will help him financially for the marriage of his daughter," he spoke.
"What have you heard," Malti was curious.
"I don't know if it's true or not but some of the staff said that he was involved with the wife of one of the FRI's officer and he even got her pregnant. It seems that the husband was not having good number of sperms to father a child and her getting pregnant made the husband aware of her relationship."
"Ohh... then."
"Then this officer got himself transferred to another place and I don't know what happened, but many neighbors got the whiff of the things before they left."
"Humm," that made Malti a bit nervous.
"I am not sure if it is true but people in staff swore... anyway I don't like his overall appearance either, so just want to have as little as possible connection with him."
Malti nodded but she lay awake for a long time and finally when she slept she had dreams of Langa impregnating her.
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Next three days went uneventful. Langa came for work as usual and stuck to his work only and didn't tried to come near to Malti or talk to her. Malti was apprehensive initially and was thinking of the ways to handle him if he tried to come onto her, but her fears proved wrong and Langa didn't tried anything. During this period she remained at home and saw him working in the garden.
She was very much relaxed now and felt that whatever her husband said about him must be rumors only, he looks so innocent. Although she has seen him checking her out whenever she was in the garden, but this didn't annoy her rather she felt proud.
On fourth day Langa was working in the backyard and collecting the home-grown tomatoes while Malti watched him working from the kitchen window. He collected basketful of tomatoes and knocked on the kitchen door to give it to her.
She opened the door, "put it in the refrigerator."
"I am sorry madam," he spoke putting the tomatoes in the fridge.
"Sorry for what."
"The way I behaved the other day," he spoke looking down.
"It's ok," Malti felt happy that he was behaving like a gentleman.
"Would you like to have some tea," she spoke happily as she felt a burden lifted from her chest.
"No... no... Madam, please don't bother," he spoke hesitantly and got up to leave.
"Sit down," she ordered, "it's no trouble I was going to make for myself."
"Thank you, Madam," he looked elated.
"Remember to always behave like a good boy... Ok."
He nodded and both of them continued to make small talks until the tea was boiled.
"Here," she handed him a cup.
"Madam can I ask you a question if you promise not to get mad," he spoke.
"What," she was a bit skeptical.
"Why you stopped going to jungle."
"Are you mad," she was furious, "after I know you will follow me, you think I am stupid to go there."
"Please madam don't get angry, I will not follow you."
"No need to be so generous," she scorned, "I am not going there."
Langa nodded quietly and sipped the tea. Malti was furious, ashamed as well as aroused all at once.
"You had fun watching me, didn't you?"
Langa kept quiet. Suddenly Malti had an idea.
"Ok now it's your turn to get naked."
"What?"
"Yeah, you heard me... get your clothes off... it is quite fair that as you have peeped on me now it's my turn to watch you."
"No Madam," he looked nervous.
"What no? Now get up and close that door," she pointed towards the kitchen door.
He looked unbelievably towards her but found she was serious. After Malti shouted at him he quickly closed the door. She made him follow her to the guest bedroom.
"Now off with your clothes," she spoke and sat on a recliner. Langa stood there looking at her sheepishly while Malti enjoyed his nervousness.
After Malti persuaded him couple of times he took his shirt off and his hairless strong chest came into view. She looked at the broad shoulders and fair smooth skin and was surprised that it looked good.
Next, he unhooked the pant and let it fall on the floor, inside he was wearing a home stitched long underwear. Malti smiled looking at the underwear and felt happy that he was embarrassed. He stood there motionless.
"Now take that thing off," Malti scolded. She was feeling like having a revenge of short, in shaming him.
He undoes the cord of the underwear and it fell on the floor.
"Ahh hum," she looked at the impressive cock and was speechless for a moment. The semi erect cock hung between his legs and it was thick. It looked like the rest of his body, strong and sturdy and was hanging between his legs, coming out of thick bush of black hairs with the big balls hanging behind. Malti was surprised to see his cock as she expected it to be boyish. She moved her gaze to his face as she felt embarrassed that she was staring at his cock. The idea was to make fun of him and not the other way around.
"What is this with the bush... can't you keep it clean," she taunted finding nothing else to say.
He nodded still looking at the floor. Malti's gaze returned to his cock, it was not erect but still looked impressive. She has not seen a cock other than her hubby except some in porn movies. She could not help but compare it with Ravi, 'It must be even bigger when erect,' she thought and immediately felt ashamed. What next, she had no idea what to do now. 'Must ask him to dress and leave,' she thought but didn't speak and kept on staring at his nude body.
Langa felt ashamed initially to be naked like this but slowly he lost his inhibition. He saw Malti looking at his cock intently and felt happy. He slowly caressed it and pulled the foreskin back.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat, "what are you doing."
He kept quiet but slowly stroked his cock looking at the hot wife in front of him.
"Is this what you do when you saw me in the jungle," she giggled.
"Yes Madam," he spoke in a low voice.
"Do it... make it big," she wanted to see the erect cock.
"Madam in jungle I saw you nude but now you are fully clothed, this won't get hard."
"Shut up.... Do you think I will get naked for you?"
"Please Madam... I want to see your lovely body.... You are so hot," his voice was hoarse imagining her naked.
"Shut up," she wanted to sound angry but was barely able to speak. Getting nude for an audience was her thing, a kink which leads her to do unthinkable.
"You will not try to touch or I will kill you," she speaks making up her mind.
Langa quickly nodded not believing his good luck.
Malti's heartbeat increased as she fidgeted with her long skirt. What is she doing? or why is she doing? she had no answer, all she could think of was, how hard this will make him. As she lifted her skirt above her knees she could feel the piercing eyes of Langa on her body and she felt very ashamed of herself.
Langa stroked his cock which was rapidly inflating as those two smooth pillar of thighs were exposed. He has never see another woman who has such an amazing body. Malti naturally has less body hairs and on top of it she also uses to have a bikini wax regularly.
She arched her body on the recliner and felt like a cheap whore and the look of pure lust on the face of Langa made her groan in pleasure. She wanted that her audience is aroused by her body. This is much better than doing alone in the jungle. She remembers the last time she deliberately exposed in front of a man in the train and he tried to rape her but today she is in control.
She looked at his fully erect penis. It was large and thick, like a log in between his legs. She cannot help but compare it with her husband's cock, while she never felt that Ravi's cock was small but looking at this large phallus she shivered imagining it stretching her tight pussy. While Ravi's cock was dark in color this one was white with pink bulbous head. The skin looked smooth and tight, the length must be an inch longer than Ravi but the most amazing part is the girth which must be double the size of Ravi.
"You want more," she groaned.
"Yess... yes madam."
She bunched her skirt at her waist and spread her legs wide, "Remember you cannot touch me," she repeated her warning.
Langa nodded, his face was a mix of pleasure and torture. He has looked at her nude body many times in the jungles but it was nothing in comparison to this, when this goddess of a women knowingly exposing herself to him. He wanted to take advantage of whatever she is willing to give and not to jeopardize his chances by acting against her will.
His gaze was fixed at the lovely mound between her legs covered by a red panty. He saw a letter 'R' engraved in the middle of the panty and just below the letter he could visualize the thick pussy lips. Precum oozed out of the tip of his cock as he stroked it.
She hooked both her legs on the arm rest of the recliner and spread wide. Langa noticed the damp spot on his panty,
"Take it out," he moaned.
Malti looked at him with her half-closed eyes and nodded. She caressed her pussy mound and then put both her thumbs in the waist band of his panty. She lifted her ass a bit and slide down the panty out of her legs and threw it on the floor.
Langa soaked in the sight of the beautiful and hairless pussy. The thick lips were sticking together hiding the labia within. Malti moved her fingers over the lips and parted them.
"Did you masturbated when you saw me in jungle."
"Yesss."
"Then do it now," she asked and watched him as he increased his pace of stroking. She herself inserted one finger and then the second, inside her pussy and started to play with herself.
Both of them watched each other pleasuring themselves and got more and more excited. Malti was pleased to watch the carnal desire on the face of this boy. The room was slowly filled with moans of Malti while he wanked without noise.
"Ahh... ssss...ouuu," Langa moaned softly as the first jet of cum landed on the floor. Malti also reached her peak watching him spurting cum and closed her eyes in ecstasy.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Langa standing with his cock in his hand and cum splashed over the floor. He was unsure of her reaction and looked sheepishly towards her.
Malti gave him a reassuring smile, "go and fetch the tissue box from kitchen."
She put back her panty and watched Langa get dressed. He looked very happy, like he has climbed Mount Everest.
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After Langa left she regretted for what she had done but the more she thought about it the more aroused she became and ended up masturbating again before her daughter arrived from school.
She had cum twice since morning, however when she was in bed with Ravi she was horny again and literally attacked him. Ravi was happy to find her so aroused, she climbed on him and fucked his brains out.
After the most intense cock breaking experience, Ravi was resting when she broached the subject of Langa.
"You know in few days his sister would be getting married and they would be having a function at home but he has no decent clothes to wear."
"Humm ok... you can give him some of my old clothes," he replied.
"What you want me to give him your old clothes and you expect him to wear them for the wedding," she spoke in an agitated tone.
"Oye... Oye, what are you getting so upset for, people always give their old clothes to their servants," he looked surprised.
"You said you wanted to help your peon for the marriage and this is not the way to help by giving out old useless clothes like people give to beggars, besides your clothes may not fit him," she replied.
"I guess you earn enough that we can spend few thousand rupees," she was still upset.
"Ok... ok... money is not a problem."
"Then what is the problem," she was adamant.
"Nothing, you buy him new clothes... ok."
"Humm, I guess it's because you don't like him," she spoke.
"Come on, you know it's not true," he somehow wanted to end this discussion.
"You know.... I talked to him about that officer's wife and him"
"What!!!" he turned towards her on his elbow, "you talked about his affair."
"Yeah and guess what? He didn't deny it but the truth is he didn't seduce her but she tricked him into this. They wanted fun that is why the wife fooled him, even her husband knows about it and was into this. Once she got pregnant and the relationship came to light she dumped him."
"O God!!! You talk to him about all this, are you out of your mind?"
"Why, what is wrong with it, at least I found out the truth," she looked at him in surprise.
He shook his head unbelievingly, "anyway it's true then that he made that wife pregnant and that's makes him a cheap guy who is willing to go after married women and I don't like this type of guys."
"Well it's your opinion but for me he is innocent as that woman used him."
He shrugged his shoulders and the conversation ended.
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Next day Malti tried to keep herself in control as she didn't want a repeat of yesterday. She knew that if she continues to expose to him things will go further and she would be tempted for more. Langa came to work at his usual time and looked very happy. He started his work in the backyard but was clearly distracted, he keeps on looking at the house to have a glimpse of her. He smiled when he saw her in a night gown but Malti kept a straight face.
She was having a hard time controlling herself as whenever she saw him looking at her in lust, she felt like teasing him and wanting to find out how hard he is. Langa was looking for an opportunity to talk to her and maybe more but she stayed reserved. Finally, he came to the kitchen door and knocked.
"What?" she enquired.
"Can I get a glass of water," he asked and Malti opened the door. She pointed at the fridge and asked him to help himself.
"Madam... today I have shaved... upto my balls," he spoke hesitantly.
"Ok, good for you," she replied but this was not the reaction he was expecting. He took a long time fetching the bottle and then glass, hoping for some encouragement from her. Malti knew what he wanted and it was turning her on. "I cannot continue this,' she thought, "I am a respected married woman and he is a low status servant.' But then, "I am not fucking him or betraying my husband... just some innocent fun,' she reasoned with herself.
"I haven't showered today," she spoke casually and Langa looked at her in a confused manner.
"So, I am going to take the shower now," she spoke and walked out of the kitchen looking him in the eyes.
"Lock the kitchen door," she shouted from the living room.
She knew he would follow her and she didn't lock the bathroom door.
Langa understood the signal and quickly closed the door and followed her to the bedroom. He heard the sound of running water coming from the attached bathroom and saw her gown lying discarded on the floor. He found the door slightly open and his cock started to grow in anticipation.
He pushed the door and his cock sprang to full attention at the sight. Malti was standing under the shower, fully nude. Her white body shining as the water ran down the smooth surface. He grasped in the sight of the most voluptuous woman he has ever seen, the pointed milky boobs stood straight with nipples protruding like pencil erasers, a toned flat stomach and round big ass. His eyes followed the droplets of water flowing down her stomach onto the perfect V between her legs and then running down those shapely thick thighs. He was desperate to feel those thick pussy lips between his palm, he so badly wanted to part them and rub between them. But he knows better not to rush or to lose whatever he is getting.
Malti saw him watching and felt the very familiar carnal desire to display herself, building inside her. She picked up the soap and started rubbing it over her body. She made an effort to make a show out of it by rubbing the soap all over her neck, boobs, abdomen and finally between her legs. Langa meanwhile got rid of his clothes and stroked his very painfully erect cock.
Malti saw the shaved pubic and felt that the cock looked even bigger now. She wanted to touch it, feel the girth and length between her hands but she immediately shook the thoughts out as she knew that if she touches him then he will also be encouraged to touch her and the things will be out of control. She didn't want to cheat on her husband, she does not want to fuck him, she reassured herself.
"Oops," the soap slipped out of her hand. She felt real slutty bending down with her back to him. Langa felt his heart will stop beating when he saw her bend down and her ass opened to reveal the soft puckered ass hole and pussy. He gasped for air, just two steps and he could grab that waist and pull it over his cock. The pussy looked so tight he was sure that it will milk him dry in no time.
"Madam," he groaned as if in pain and started to stroke in frenzy. Malti stayed in bending position longer that required and enjoyed the effect it had on him. She straightened and went under the shower and smiled seductively while rubbing around her tits.
After thoroughly washing herself she closed the shower and looked for the towel which was hanging where Langa was standing. She simply stretched her hand for it.
"Yes madam," Langa quickly grabbed it and try to give it to her.
"Good boy," she cooed and turned around presenting her back to him, "put it on my back."
"Yesss... Yesss."
Langa put the towel on her back with trembling hands and she started to dry herself. He watched in amazement as she rubbed her boobs dry and then her legs and pussy. Finally, after drying herself completely she hanged the towel on his erect cock.
Giggling, she walked out of the bathroom and went to the almirah in the bedroom to dress up. Langa followed her and watched her fetch clothes from almirah.
"Are you free today around three," she asked him.
"Yes," he looked at her questioningly.
"We will go to the market, I want to buy you some clothes," she spoke and pulled the panty up her legs.
Langa watched in awe as she looked all the more beautiful with the black panty over her white ass. "But why? I have clothes," he spoke.
"I know but I want to buy you some as your sister's marriage is in few weeks and I want you to have some new clothes."
"It's not necessary madam," he replied feeling shy in accepting gifts from her.
"Just shut up and be here at three," she shut him up.
Langa nodded in agreement and watched her put on a matching black bra over her pointed boobs. She walked to the dressing table and started combing her hairs. Langa noted that her black panty had a letter 'R' embroidered with white threads.
"Madam, what is this 'R' on each one of your panties," he asked.
"R stands for Ravi, my husband and it means that this belongs to him," she pointed towards her pussy, "always remember it."
Langa nodded, however he didn't seem to agree with it, 'only a matter of time, very soon you will have my 'L' there,' he thought.
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Rini was jumping in joy as her mother told her they would be going to a mall and she finished her lunch quickly without any fuss. Malti drove to the city with Langa and her daughter and stopped at the largest shopping mall of the city.
"What kind of clothes you like," she asked Langa, but he looked confused.
"No problem, I will pick for you," she smiled as they enter a readymade garments shop. Langa was lost in that beautiful smile, the white teeth shine as she smiled and the dimples on the cheeks made her look the cutest girl on earth. She walked holding the hand of her daughter and Langa was wondering how on earth this elegant lady can behave like a slut when alone with him.
Malti was wearing a tight jean, equally tight shirt and high heels. The jean was so tight that it looked like a second skin and every curve of her body was accentuated. She walked into the shop with a slight sway of her hips, closely followed by mesmerized Langa.
She selected few pants, shirt, jeans and t-shirts and asked Langa to try them. He came out of the trial room wearing a pant and shirt.
"Ummm, looking good," Malti remarked examining him closely. She stood close to him facing the mirror.
"What do you say," she asked looking at the image of the two in the mirror.
"Yes good... but they are very expensive," he was hesitating.
"You are not allowed to look at the price tag, you just concentrate on the clothes," she put her arm around him.
"Now you look like my boyfriend," she laughed out loud while Langa's grinned.
She picked up three sets of pants, jeans and shirt and have him wear one of them while the old one's were packed. While making payment Langa noticed that she has also picked four trunk style underwear for him. He looked questioningly towards him but she just smiled.
Once they walked out Rini dragged them to food court for ice-cream. While having ice-cream she saw the poster of Angry Birds movie and started insisting for watching it.
"Mummy please I want to watch this movie, everyone in my class has," she started to throw tantrums when Malti tried to postpone it to Sunday. Finally, she agreed and asked Langa to fetch three tickets. Langa was very happy at the prospect of going to a movie with her.
When they reached inside the movie was about to start and it was dark, it took few minutes for the eyes to get use to the lights and Malti held Langa's hand as they walked towards there seat. The hall was mostly empty and their seats were at the far back corner of the hall. He continued to hold her hand till they reach their seats and even when seated he didn't let go.
"Now you can leave it," she whispered mischievously.
"Yes... yes," he let go her hand.
Malti sat in middle of both of them and found that there was no one nearby, the few other spectators were scattered in the large hall. Once the movie started, Rini was busy watching but she didn't enjoy watching animation movies so she started to look around and slid towards Langa who was also not interested in movie and was looking at her.
She felt naughty and whispered, "take it out."
"What," although he understood but he wanted to be sure that she meant that only.
"Your cock."
Langa felt a twitch in his cock and blood started to flow to his groins. He quickly opened his pant and pulled out the semi erect cock. Malti looked at the piece of meat lying on his thighs, she wanted to touch it, feel it in her hands. There was a voice in her head which warned her but she felt in control and touching it didn't seemed to be a big deal. She reached for it and grabbed it in her fist.
"Ohh," a low groan escaped Langa's mouth as he felt the soft hand gripping his cock. He was pleasantly surprised and his cock started to grow hard as he saw the slender fingers with red painted nails around his shaft.
It grew to its full proportions in seconds and filled Malti's fist completely. It felt so big, so thick, she was not able to close her palm around it. She admiringly moved her hand over the entire length. Malti kept her eyes on the screen and started to play with the cock.
Langa was in heaven as he enjoyed the sensation caused by her soft manipulations. Malti glanced around to see if anyone could watch what she was doing but found no one nearby who could notice. She squeezed the meat and saw a drop of precum oozed out, she moved her thumb over it and rubbed the liquid over the bulbous head.
She slowly caresses the balls and saw him getting impatient. He held her hand and tried to speed up but she pushed away his hand.
"Easy boy," she giggled, "do you want to cum," she asked.
"Not yet," but he held her hand again and asked to pump faster.
She started to give him a slow and sensuous hand job and enjoyed the feeling of warm and pulsating cock in her hand. Langa was now almost leaning onto her with his head resting on her shoulder. He had his hand on her arms and was caressing it slowly. He was apprehensive that she will push his hand away but when she did not he became bolder and started to move it further towards her chest. When he touched the breasts, she caught hold of his hand.
"No, someone may notice."
He was happy with the response, it was unlike what it used to be whenever he tried to touch her. He keeps on bringing back his hand to her chest and stomach.
"Wait," she pulled out a shawl from her bag and covered herself from neck and below. A part of the shawl also covered Langa's lap and hidden his cock from any preying eyes.
Langa almost jumped as he understood the meaning of her covering them with shawl, he quickly inserted his hand inside her top and cupped the soft balls on her chest.
"Ahh... slowly," she cried out but Langa was in a frenzy, he started to pump both the orbs as if there is no tomorrow. Malti quivered and pumped harder at the shaft. The two of them continued to explore each other under the shawl and Malti was getting carried away. She felt no control when Langa opened the button of her jeans and spread her legs to give him free access to her pussy.
Malti was breathing in short spurts as first time she felt his hard hands on her body. He was leaning so close to her that she could feel his hot breath on her neck. He rubbed his thick finger between her pussy lips and moved his head inside the shawl to take one of the tits into his mouth.
Malti felt him tensed and he sucked her boobs harder, she knew that he was about to cum. She increased the pace and Langa shivered as the first jet of cum went flying and landed on the seat in front. The other spurts landed on her fingers as she continued to pump and milk him.
"Here," she handed him her bag, "take out the tissues."
Langa fumbled through the bag while Malti squeezed the last drop of cum from his cock.
"Not this you fool!!! This is a sanitary napkin," she whispered and Langa again rummaged through the bag and found the tissues. --------------------------------------------
After reaching home Malti was again feeling guilty for losing control over herself and going too far with Langa. She was lost into thoughts when Ravi arrived from office.
"Daddy... daddy," Rini jumped into his lap and started narrating the day's events, "we watched Angry Birds today," she told happily.
"Ohhh no... you watched without me," he teased her.
"Yes, and Langa bhaiya (brother) also watched with us and you missed it," she spoke innocently.
"What!!! Langa watched with you."
She nodded and started telling him about the movie but his thoughts were focused on Langa and Malti. After playing with Rini for some time he went to kitchen to have a word with Malti.
"What is this Malti? You went out for a movie with Langa!!!" he sounded annoyed.
"Yeah."
"What do mean 'Yeah,' are you out of your mind going out to a movie with this loathsome creature," he was furious.
Malti was shocked with his sudden outburst and choice of words for Langa, she too got annoyed, "what is wrong with it he is a human being and it's not like I went out to fuck him," she shouted.
"Do you understand that if anyone known saw you with him, they will just say that."
"Ohh!!! So you are worried because of what people will say and have no problem if I actually fuck him, Ok darling husband I will do it very secretively," she spoke sarcastically.
Ravi rubbed his hands helplessly, "you are twisting my words, I didn't mean that."
"Rini was insisting to watch the movie when we went for shopping and I cannot just shoo him away... AND DON'T SHOUT AT ME," she stomped out of the kitchen while Ravi stood there not knowing what to do.
No one spoke after that and during dinner there was bitter silence between them. After Ravi put Rini to bed and reached the bedroom he found that Malti was busy with her stitching machine and was carving something on her panty. He sat down on the bed wondering what went wrong and how to end this stalemate.
Malti on the other hand was still mad at him, partly due to feeling that he is not trusting her and partly because it is true and she was guilty. She remembered what happened at the movie hall and felt ashamed, however she was too headstrong to admit that she is wrong. She continued to stitch.
Ravi waited for her to finish whatever she was doing and after sometime she got up from the chair and started to change her clothes for bed. She appeared before him in a white panty and bra, it was from the set they have ordered online few days back. Ravi was relieved when he saw her like this and thought she was ready to patch things, but he never thought what he saw.
As Malti moved closer he clearly saw what she was stitching on her panty, with red color thread an 'LD' was carved on the panty covering her pussy. His face turned red with anger as he understood the meaning of 'LD', Langa Dorji.
"Bitch," he groaned and jumped from bed to catch her but she was anticipating it and quickly ran around the bed and looked at him defiantly.
"Bitch... let me get hold of you," he ran towards her but she kept away from him by running around the bed.
"This is what you are accusing me of," she pointed towards the letters on her panty.
"I am not accusing anything but you are now acting like a bitch," he again tried to get hold of her.
"I never thought that you would be so narrow minded... from day one you don't like that boy because of some stupid rumor and you don't trust your wife."
"I am not narrow minded... I just told you that it will not look nice if people see you with him and there would again be rumors about you and him."
"I don't care," she shrugged her shoulders.
"But I do care," he raised his voice.
"Ok darling... then I will fuck him discretely," she spoke sarcastically.
"Bitch..." he cursed again and looked at the letters on the panty. Malti put one finger on it when she found him looking at the letters and pushed it in, the letters seemed to be pushed inside her pussy.
"Ummh," she made an animated moaning sound to further enrage him.
"Please don't make a mountain of a molehill," he spoke.
"I am angry because of your cheap thinking... and what if it's true... what if I am really fucking Langa... what will you do?"
Ravi did not know what to say.
"Well think over it and do whatever you want to do believing that I am fucking him, I cannot tolerate a suspicious husband," she spoke and climbed on the bed.
Ravi stood beside the bed for some time then he too sprawled beside her. Several minutes passed and no one spoke then he moved towards her and grabbed her panty and pulled it out of her legs.
"Take it out and you will never wear it again," he spoke while Malti had a victorious smile.
Next morning after Ravi and Rini left, Malti was alone and she thought about how she behaved with Ravi, how unreasonable she was. Although her hubby doesn't know what was actually happening between her and Langa still he was right in questioning her and her guilty conscious made her react the way she reacted. She kept on feeling guilty the whole morning.
But when Langa arrived for his work she again started to feel butterflies in her stomach. She remembered how big and hard his cock was and how it swelled in her hand.
"Good morning madam," Langa greeted her as he entered the kitchen. Malti just nodded in reply and noticed that he looked very happy and why not only yesterday she had given him a handjob. She saw he already had a bulge in his pant.
Her subconscious mind was warning her that she has already gone too far with this boy and she should not risk her marriage over some stupid fun. This isn't game anymore its serious adultery if she continues to play with him. Ravi is already suspicious, what if he finds out? He would surely be hurt and even her marriage would be in jeopardy. But then her evil mind convinced her that her husband would never find out.
She looked at Langa who was leering at her, "What are you doing in the kitchen, don't you have any work in the garden."
"I am admiring you," he had a disobedient grin on his face.
"I am noticing that you are becoming very bad these days," she spoke.
"All because of you," the grin never left his face, "why are you wearing so many clothes," he looked at the long gown she was wearing.
"Shut up, I am not here to put up a show for you every day."
"Oaa..." he made a bad face.
"I am not like the other woman you fucked and impregnated."
"Certainly, madam you are not like her... you are special... beyond words," he looked admiringly towards her.
She felt happy when he praised her. She walked towards the living room while Langa followed her looking at the round swaying ass, he could make out the panty lines under the thin material of the gown. He felt a strong urge to grab those soft globs and pull her onto his cock. Malti sat on the chair while he sat down on the floor beside her feet trying to look under the gown.
He gestured her to pull up the gown.
"You are totally mad," she giggled, "go outside and work in the garden."
"Please madam, I want to see those creamy legs."
"Shut up...." She felt the adrenaline rush and looked around the room as if to be sure that they were alone. She felt a bit guilty as she saw the picture of her husband in the photo frame on the side table, but then the lust took over. She saw Langa trying to peep under her gown and her legs automatically started to spread.
Langa was having a great view of the soft white thighs but he wanted more, he could not be satisfied with just the nude show. He let her spread wide and then he swiftly pushed his hands inside the gown and grabbed the black panty.
"Nooo... what are you doing," she was taken aback by his sudden assault.
"Let me take it out," he spoke in a shaking voice.
"No... no... leave it," she grabbed his hands as he tries to pull it down, "I told you never to touch," she tried to be tough.
"But I touched you yesterday," he pleaded.
"That does not give you any right."
"Please... madam," he didn't let it go.
A small scuffle broke out between them which eventually she lost and he peeled the panty out of her smooth legs. Malti let out a groan as he spread her legs wide by grabbing her thighs. Langa looked between the legs and saw the most beautiful sight of his life. The smooth shaved pussy was wet and glistering, the pussy lips were all swollen and spread giving a glimpse of pink labia. He pulled the gown upto her waist and pushed his face between her legs.
"Uggg...," Malti let out a low grunt as she felt his tongue on her inner thighs, "Noooo... please." He traced his tongue on her thighs moving forward and flickered his tongue on the wet pussy lips.
"Ogg... umm..." she grabbed his hairs.
He drove his tongue inside her causing her to moan even louder. The moaning sound felt like music to his ears and he knew that if he played it right he will have this woman to use as he pleases. The room was filled with the most glorious sounds, raw, intense and delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long high pitched squeal. She lifted her legs high and placed it on the shoulders of Langa and pulled her face into her crotch.
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Ravi was busy in his work for the about one hour or so but now he was feeling restless, an uneasy feeling like something bad has happened and he was not able to find out the reason. His mind drifted to Malti and the fight they had last night. He was sure that she would not fall for Langa, she is an educated and sensible woman, but then was the wife of other officer whom Langa had fucked. What if Langa is an asshole on lookout for seducing young and willing wives? What if Langa has already seduced her?
The though sent shivers down her spine. The picture of his wife with Langa made his heart beat faster. 'He has to do something about it,' he thought. 'After the marriage of his sister I will get rid of him.'
He walked around his office feeling uneasy and then he stepped out for fresh air. As he came out of the office building he looked at his watch, 11.30, its time for Langa to come for his daily gardening work, unconsciously he started to walk towards his house.
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Malti's eyes were closed as she was lost into the wonderful sensations emanating between her legs. She shuddered with multiple orgasms and held his head pressed between her legs. Finally she pushed him back, his mouth was glistering with her juices which he wiped on her gown. She looked into his eyes which were filled with joy.
"I want you to kiss me," she whispered. Without hesitation, he leaned closer to her and put his lips to hers. He felt her hands wrap in his hair pulling him closer and kissing him. He sucked on to the juicy lips and darted his tongue inside her mouth.
Her one arm went around his back pressing him closer to her and her other hand slipped lower and grabbed the bulge in his pants. Langa groaned in her mouth.
She fiddled with the buttons and pulled the pant and underwear down his legs in one swift motion. The thick cock sprang free and she grabbed it in her fist. Malti kissed him with open mouth and caressed the length of his manhood. At this point Langa felt the warmth of love, the desire by her, not just a pawn in the game of sex.
He grabbed the fabric of the gown and pulled it over her head. She was now totally nude, her milky boobs were proudly resting on her chest. Malti pulled his shirt away and caressed the hairless chest. Both of them started to explore each other, he nudged at the erect nipples and squeezed them between his thumb and fingers. She pulled him by his cock and nudged him to stand straight. As she was sitting on the chair his cock was in level with her face. She wiped the drop of pre cum with her thumb and kissed the head.
Langa looked at the beautiful wife kissing his cock and let out a groan. She rubbed the hard cock on her checks, nose and lips and looked up at him smiling mischievously.
"Yessss...."
"What yes," she teased.
"Please mam," he pleaded and moved his hand onto her head trying to pull her face over his cock.
"What please?"
"Please mam... suck it..." he moaned pulling her hairs sharply.
"Ahh, easy boy... easy." She opened her mouth and slipped the large head onto her tongue.
"Ahhh... Oh God... mmmm," Langa groaned loudly as he felt the hot lips wrapped around his shaft. She held the cock at the base and slipped in her mouth as she felt the pressure on the back of her head. She felt the thick cock swell even thicker inside her mouth and she has to stretch her mouth wider to accommodate him.
"Bllmmmfhh!" mumbled Malti as her mouth was filled with cock.
"Oh yes, that's it!! Your lips feel so good," moaned Langa in delight.
The wife of a respected scientist, bobbed her head on the cock at a steady rhythm. Her soft lips slid smoothly over the smooth skin of the erect cock causing Langa to moan in pleasure. As Malti licked, sucked and slurped with increasing pace, Langa held her head and started to face fuck her.
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Ravi reached the bend to his house and can clearly see the garden and locked doors beyond but Langa was nowhere to be found. He walked towards the house then suddenly remembered what would he say if his wife spots him, why is he wandering around instead of working at office. Last night also they had fight and if she discovered that he is suspicious and spying on her, she would definitely not be pleased. He paused for a moment to think of an excuse then marched towards the house.
He entered the lawn and saw the front door of the house was shut and the windows have curtains drawn. It was quiet, very quiet and he didn't feel comfortable, 'where is Langa.' He tried the front door but it was locked. 'Maybe he is working in the kitchen garden,' he thought and walked around the house.
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Langa meanwhile had spread Malti on the carpet in the living room and was on top of her. He had both her boobs in his hands and was squeezing them as if trying to milk them. Malti felt crushed under his tough body and his cock rubbed between her thighs.
For a fleeting moment her entire life flashed before her eyes, she remembered how she used to flash her body to strangers but was too scared of actually having sex. How she masturbated when alone thinking about those incidents and whished if she had the guts to actually go through with it. Face of her hubby flashed before her eyes, 'he would be devastated if he knew what she is doing,' she felt guilty for a second. Then the moment, when Langa saw her nude in jungle and how she was scared and how she enjoyed exposing to him. Now, Langa was spreading her legs, she is going to feel that thick cock inside her, she shuddered.
Langa looked at the prim and proper wife under him, all sexed up, ready to be fucked by him. He lifted both the legs in air and lined up his cock on the pink opening.
"Ouchh.... Slowly," she howled as he plunged in, and tried to push him back with both her hands.
"Ahhhhh.... Maaa," she wailed loudly and her eyes were closed as the entire cock was rammed inside her. The pussy was so lubricated that the thick cock slipped to the hilt easily, spreading her wide and hitting places that were never reached by her husband's dick. Langa's cock felt so big to her now.
Langa looked into her eyes for a few moments and bent down and kissed her on lips. He moved one hand behind her head to have her positioned better for a passionate kiss. Malti eagerly opened her mouth and sucked his tongue. With his mouth locked on her lips he started to fuck her. The large shaft swiftly moved in and out of the lubricated cunt. Malti opened her eyes and saw the wild and resolute expression on his face, and moaned.
As he kept fucking her, the fire in her cunt was being intensified and she thrusted her ass up to match with his strokes. Langa finding her so aroused, started to hammer hard.
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Ravi saw the kitchen garden all deserted and no sign of Langa, 'maybe he has not come for work today,' he thought. Then he heard a faint cry as if someone was in pain, he concentrated on the sound and found that it was coming from the house. His first reaction was whether Malti was hurt. He rushed towards the kitchen door and found it to be unlocked. The voice was clearer now as he entered the kitchen.
His blood froze as he glanced inside the living room. Right in the middle of the room, on the carpet, his innocent wife of eight years was spread naked. Langa was between her legs ramming his big cock in her cunt. The room was filled with muffled cries of Malti as Langa was sucking her lips while pounding her. Although Ravi had an intuition of kind and he was suspecting something, but was not at all prepared for what he saw. At the most he thought that Langa was trying to get into her pants and Malti being an innocent girl was unknowingly encouraging him, but he never thought that Malti would actually be fucking him.
'Why... why is she doing this?' He realized that he is now forty-one years old and she is just thirty, 'does she want a younger cock, am I not able to fuck her properly.' He felt his head spinning and held the door frame for support.
"Ahh... Ahh... Ahh... easy..." he heard her moan loudly as Langa released her lips and was now alternating between her titties, sucking, nibbling and biting them. He saw Malti raised her legs in air and scratched his back with her nails, encouraging him to be harder. He never saw her so aroused.
He wanted to barge in and kick this Langa's ass, but he stopped, he felt his self-esteem so badly crushed that he could not fathom the courage to stand face to face with the guy half his age. This guy has scored over his wife and his wife is happily presenting her cunt to him. He could not take it anymore and walked out into the kitchen garden.
The two, unaware of the presence of Ravi kept on fucking like bunnies. Every time Langa pinched her or bit her on boobs, she moaned loudly and squeeze her pussy around the fat cock, she knew that it will leave bruises but she enjoyed the rough treatment.
Ravi walked far away from the noises that were faintly audible outside also and stood motionless in the corner. He stood there for a long time not knowing what to do when he saw Langa walked out of the kitchen door, his wife was right behind. He ducked behind a tree and saw Malti smiled and closed the door as he bid good bye.
Langa walked happily not noticing anybody and without realizing Ravi picked up an iron rod and followed him in back alley. It was deserted in the afternoon and the sunlight was also dim due to thick cover of trees above. Langa walked oblivious to his presence and was whistling and jumping with joy. With every passing moment Ravi was losing his control, the naked image of him between the legs of his wife flashed before his eyes. Without thinking he raised his hand and swung the iron rod.
"Ahhhhhhh...." Langa's chilling scream shook the quite neighborhood and along with the scream he can clearly hear the horrifying noise of cracking of his skull. Langa fell face down on the road and blood started to gush out of the wound, spreading on the street.
"Oh God!!!' He realized what has happened as he looked at the motionless body of Langa, 'he will die,' he shivered. Then he heard a door banged opened and someone shouted, "What happened?" Ravi traced his foot back and ran in the opposite direction, as fast as he can. He didn't stop running until he reached the main road and threw the rod into the grasses. Without looking back, he walked quickly towards his office.
Breathlessly he took a glass of water and sat down in his chair. After couple of minutes he started to think about his situation, 'has anybody seen him hitting Langa? will he die?' He trembled with fear and remorse as he realized that he didn't want to hurt anybody but if he dies no one will believe him and also the infidelity of his wife will be known to everyone. He found his situation glum.
Ravi was still controlling his breath when his mobile rang, it was his wife. He felt his heartbeat increased and he feared for worse, nervously he took the call.
"Hello... Hello..." Malti's anxious voice filled his ears, "come immediately... someone has hit Langa and he has to be taken to hospital immediately." She spoke in one breath.
"What... Who has beaten Langa," Ravi was dreading that someone might have seen him hitting him.
"No one knows.... Don't waste your time come immediately," she shouted.
Ravi felt a bit relaxed knowing that no one knows about him. He then quickly informed other staff in the office that his peon Hemal Rai's son, has been beaten by someone and has to be rushed to hospital. Many of the office staff accompanied him. When they reached the spot, he saw a small crowd has gathered and someone has already tied a large cloth on the wound to stop the bleeding but Langa was still unconscious.
They put him in his car and two of the staff accompanied him to nearby hospital. Malti also insisted on accompanying and he could not persuade her otherwise. Someone from the office also informed the police.
In the hospital, the doctors took him into a room while they waited outside. Ravi now relaxed a bit and looked at his worried wife.
"How can someone do this," she spoke with a pain in his voice, "he is such a nice and obedient boy."
Ravi just nodded his head, he was no longer angry but was feeling remorse. His felt even more guilty when Langa's mother and sister reached hospital and were crying unconsolably. Malti talked to them and assured them, although doctors told them he was serious. Ravi while waiting with his other colleagues, just prayed that nothing should happen to him.
After sometime the doctors came out and everybody rushed to him for update, he informed that wound is deep but he has stitched it, the skull has a hairline fracture and could cause any damage which he cannot foresee now and have to pray that he regains consciousness as soon as possible. Mother and daughter again started to cry and Malti consoled them.
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It was five in the evening when Langa opened his eyes and everyone was relaxed. Ravi's other colleagues already left in the evening but Malti insisted on staying with his mother and sister as his father Hemal was still out of town and could come tomorrow only. Ravi has to stay back because of her and of course all the expenses of the treatment was paid by him, but he felt easy now after Langa was awake and told that he could not see his attacker.
Around eight in the night he could convince his wife to leave hospital, but only after doctors assured that he is out of danger and will be fine in a weak. He saw her talking to Langa and the scenes of the afternoon flashed before his eyes. He felt no anger, but his heart ached at how she cared him.
They picked up their daughter from neighbor's and went home. After Rini went to sleep, both of them lay awake in bed thinking about the day's events. Ravi was lost in thoughts about what he saw in the afternoon, it was not a bad dream it really happened. His innocent wife was actually enjoying another cock. Since when they have been fucking? Does he have a big cock or is he a better lover than him? Several questions clouded his mind.
Langa was sucking the very lips he uses to kiss so lovingly, Langa was pinching and biting the very boobs he so carefully loved and not only Malti allowed all this but she was actually encouraging it. Every cell in his body was charged and he was shaking with agony.
He didn't know what to do, he cannot talk to her about it, as she will immediately know that he was the one who attacked Langa. He actually felt sorry for that, instead he should have confronted Malti, but whatever is done cannot be undone.
'She is again going to fuck Langa once he is back from hospital,' he felt as if his heart was gripped by someone.
Malti was also thinking about how she committed adultery, the way she was going on with Langa this was bound to happen. She glanced at Ravi feeling guilty, 'poor Ravi, he has no idea that he has been helping the man who has fucked his wife,' she thought. She turned towards Ravi and started to caress his hairy chest and kissed on the nipples.
Malti's hairs brushed against his face and in order to brush them away, Ravi inadvertently started to stroke them. 'Has she also kissed Langa, the same way?' the question flashed in his mind and immediately blood surged in his groins and his cock was hard in record speed.
"You are mine," he grabbed her hairs harder and guided her head lower.
"Ahhh..." she groaned in pain.
"Tell me you are mine," he spoke loudly.
"Yes... yes... I am all yours."
He pulled his underwear down and pushed her head onto his hard cock.
"Open your mouth," he instructed.
"What's gotten into you," she giggled.
"Open it," he barked.
Malti felt strange at his rough behavior and then she saw the rock-hard cock staring at her face, 'Must be very horny,' she thought and quickly opened her mouth. Ravi positioned himself in front of her and pulled her mouth over his cock by grabbing her by hairs.
More than half the cock slipped in and Malti felt it filling her mouth completely, she tried to suck it by pulling in her cheeks and moving her tongue around its head.
"Amm... Ahh...," Ravi groaned softly as he felt the hot tongue and pulled her face to impale his cock completely in her mouth. The cock hit the back of her throat and she trashed her head and pinched his buttocks, trying to escape the onslaught but he held her tightly. Malti felt gagged and in order to control her reflexes she opened her mouth wide.
Ravi held her like that for a moment and then started to face fuck her by pulling half of his cock back and then ramming it back in. Malti was scared at the rough treatment and feared that his cock would push into her throat but it was not that big to reach deep and she managed to breath in between his thrusts.
"Gugg...aggg...uggg," Malti gurgled and squeezed his ass every time her noise was buried into his pubic and cock was touching the throat. Ravi was beyond caring, he was in a frenzy as he saw her sweet mouth stretched over his cock. He wondered if she has sucked Langa's dick and this made his cock swell even harder.
"Ahhh... ahhh," he moaned and increased his speed. Malti knew he was about to cum in her mouth. The first jet of cum hit at the back of her throat and she can feel it trickling down inside. The second jet of cum splattered over her spread out tongue and she can feel the salty liquid filled her mouth. She closed her eyes and breathed heavy, waiting for him to finish but he was still fucking her cum filled mouth and added more cum to it.
Malti let the cum dribble out of her mouth as soon as he let her go and gave a dirty stare to Ravi before running towards bathroom.
"You rascal, you almost chocked my throat... what is this?" she shouted as soon as she returned.
"Blowjob," he coolly replied.
"I know that...," she hit on his arm, "but is this the way to do it?"
"It was good."
"Must be for you but what about me," she frowned, "you should have at-least warned me before cumming."
She turned her back towards him.
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In morning things were normal when Ravi took her into his arms and kissed her slowly. After he went to office Malti went to Langa's house to meet his mother and found out that Langa's father had come back from village and was with him at hospital. His mother and sister were very thankful to her for taking so much care. She returned home afterwards but felt lonely.
Four days passed like this and Malti was missing some action, some kinky fun, she was missing Langa. During the period Langa's health improved and she visited him couple of times with Ravi. Fifth day she was alone in the house and it was raining since morning making the weather very pleasant. She relaxed in the verandah enjoying the weather and a hot cup of coffee and contemplated on visiting Langa. Ravi was busy at work so she decided to go alone. She changed into a tight jean and a white t-shirt, her ass filled the jeans nicely.
She picked the keys of the car and drove off. Instead of going directly to the hospital she drives around in the rain, enjoying the weather. Soon she was out of the city into a small road on the hills which head towards villages. The view from the hill was great and she can see the city spread out below. She stopped the car at a bend and walked out in the rain to look at the scene. Within minutes she was drenched as it was raining heavily, she enjoyed getting wet in rain like a kid. The white top was stuck to her body tightly and the bra was clearly visible, but oblivious to all this she enjoyed the rain.
It was hilly road with hill on one side and deep slope on the other. She parked the car towards the slope and watched the valley below. The road was deserted and no sole was visible. She rested her back on the car and slowly pulled her t-shirt up revealing the smooth and toned abdomen. She glanced around and found that she was hidden behind the car on one side and the valley on other, feeling safe she pulled it further up. She wished Langa was around to watch.
She exposed her abdomen for couple of minutes and then pulled down the t-shirt, wondering what she is doing exposing in middle of the road. But the kinky nature of the act aroused her and she unhooked her bra and maneuvered the straps through her arms so that without taking out the t-shirt she took out the bra and threw it inside the car. Now bra less, she pulled the t-shirt upto her neck exposing the perfect globs.
The water drops fall directly on the milky tits and she arched her body against the car. Feeling naughty she pulled down the zipper of her jeans and started to rub her pussy and pinched the tits. She imagined how hard Langa would have been looking at her.
Suddenly she heard the noise of a motorbike approaching. She quickly adjusted her clothes and stood beside the car waiting for the bike to pass. Two young guys were riding the bike and when they saw a sexy girl all wet in the rain standing beside the car, they stopped.
"Car trouble?" the pillion rider spoke.
"Hun... yeah," she cannot come up with anything else.
"Ohh... can I be of any help."
"No... no need really... I will call the garage," she spoke. She found that both looked young around 20 years old and the shirt they wore have an SPMG College embossed.
'College students,' she thought and found that they were checking her out. She realized that her wet top was sticking to her body and without bra her boobs were on display. She felt their gaze on her body, she enjoyed the attention but played ignorant.
"Hi... I am Manoj," the pillion rider introduced himself as he got down from the bike and looked at her expecting her to introduced herself, but Malti just smiled at his attempt to make conversation with her.
He didn't give up even when she didn't reply, "I am from SPMG college and you?"
Malti giggled as she realized that he is thinking her to be a college student, "I am not a student... I am married... a housewife."
"Ooo," he too smiled, "now you would say that you have two children," he did not believe her.
She laughed out loud, "not two but one child."
"No problem... you don't want to tell," he had a sheepish grin on his face as he thought that to avoid them she is making up to be married and all.
"But do you want to be standing here in rain, I can drop you to the nearby repair shop." "I will call the garage, don't worry," she enjoyed the flirtation and also that she is being mistaken for a collage girl.
"This is a secluded place and is not safe for you to be stranded here... you can ride with us."
"Ride with you, on this!!!" She looked at the motorbike, "all three of us?"
"Yes... yes... no problem we can," he looked expectantly.
Malti felt naughty as she saw them drooling over her and thought it would be fun to ride with them and tease them some more.
"Umm... I am not sure," she looked at the bike.
"We can easily ride," the driver spoke for the first time. He was not able to take his eyes away from Malti. Her athletic body was displayed at its best in wet t-shirt and tight jean.
"Humm," she pretended to be thinking while the two expectantly looked at her.
"Ok, drop me to the nearby garage," she spoke as if there is no choice. Their faces lit up as she walked towards the bike with swaying hips.
She climbed on the back seat and as there was no support she grabbed the shoulders of the driver. When Manoj climbed behind her she was cramped between the two as the space was limited.
"Ohh... I don't think we can all fit in," she complained.
"No problem we have been triple riding in the past too," he spoke and pushed his body into her making space. She felt tightly sandwiched between them, her boobs were pressed on the back of the driver and Manoj was holding onto her waist from behind.
Before she could complain again he started to move. Manoj was not able to believe his luck as he held onto the hottest waist. He saw the belt of the low-rise jeans of Malti was now pushed even lower in this position and he could see the white panty and the tip of her ass crack. He felt his cock grew hard.
Pressed between the two Malti started to feel horny, she felt the unmistakable hardness of his cock pressed at her ass. As the bike jumped on the pot holes Manoj took advantage and pressed his groin harder against her. She can feel his hands on her skin as the t-shit rode high.
They continued the ride and she observed that he was driving slowly, she smiled as she knew that the driver was also enjoying her boobs pressed on his back.
"Now at least you can tell me your name," Manoj asked.
"Malti."
"What a beautiful name and your collage."
She giggled, "I told you I am not a student."
"Ok then what do you do."
"I am a housewife."
"Please don't say that... I know you don't want to tell."
She laughed again and felt that his hands were slowly moving on her skin and around her waist. He reached around and caressed her stomach. Malti caught hold of his hands.
"Hey keep your hands in limits, you can hold onto my shoulders," she placed his hands on her shoulders.
"But this is better," he whispered and grabbed her waist. This time he held it hard.
"No," she also whispered and caught his hands but he held onto it. A small scuffle broke out between them where he moved his hands onto her waist and stomach while she tried to stop him. While trying to stop him Malti was not able to take any support as her hands were busy and when the bike jumped again on a bump she has to move her hands away to held onto the driver. Manoj's hands were free and in a flash of a second both his hands reached her bra less boobs and grabbed them.
Malti was stunned, she never expected that little bit of fun will lead to this. He never imagined that in broad daylight and on the middle of a road he could dare to grab her boobs. She glanced around and saw the road was deserted. Her t-shirt was riding high and she pulled it down but was not able to cover herself properly as his hands were inside it.
"Leave them," she whispered and tried to push his hands away but he pumped the globs between his palms. She tried to fight with him but she has to held onto the driver for support again and again so was not able to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. He pumped and squeezed the tits repeatedly.
Then she was alarmed when she felt him taking her nipples between his thumb and fingers.
"Don't.... don't you do that.... I will start shouting," she whimpered unable to stop him, her eyes ran around in her socket, trying to see if anyone is on the road.
"Don't worry I will not be harsh," he whispered into her ears. Her nipples were trapped between his thumb and fingers and he tweaked them hard, she bit her lips to control her groaning. She was unable to stop him and he alternated between squeezing, rubbing and pulling her nipples. She gasped for air every time he squeezed them hard. She felt a burning sensation between her legs and felt her nipple getting erect because of the treatment.
"I knew from the moment I saw you that you were not wearing any bra," he tweaked again, "these are really nice," he whispered. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and he licked her earlobes as he speaks.
"Please stop now," she whispered, "people are there on the road."
They were nearing the city and few vehicles crossed them. Then she saw people around the bend and she withered violently, "leave me."
Manoj gave a final tweak and then brought his hands down on her waist. She quickly adjusted her t-shirt letting out a sigh of relief.
"Shall we take another round upto your car," he enquired.
"No... not at all... drop me now," she quickly replied.
"Dileep turn around we have to go and check if Malti has left her car unlocked," he speaks to the driver.
"No... no... stop the bike now," she shook the driver.
"Stop now or I will start shouting," she spoke in a voice that he understood that he cannot take any more liberties with her. Finally, after she continued to pester them, they stopped at a crossing and she jumped out of the bike.
"Let us drop you to the garage," Manoj spoke.
"I can find my way," she walked away.
"Hey at least tell me your number... we can meet again," he followed her.
"Stop following me or you will regret it forever," she spoke in a mean voice and he understood better not to take any more chances. Malti took an auto and rode back to where her car was. She looked back and was relieved that they did not follow.
While driving back to home she relaxed and felt happy that she was able to stop it from going out of control. She got more than what she bargained for and can still feel his hands on her boobs. She realized that she has taken too much risk in allowing what happened but now she felt wet between her legs.
She headed straight to home as her clothes were still wet and she cannot go like that to hospital. She changed into a comfortable salwar kurta and found that she still has lot of time before her daughter comes back from school, so she decided to visit Langa.
"Hello," she spoke as she enters his room. Langa was alone in the room and was sitting in his bed. Malti kept the fruits she brought, on the side table and sat beside him on the bed.
"Why you taking so much trouble," he spoke in a humble voice, "you are doing so much for me."
"Hush... what am I doing... how are you today."
"Better, doctors are telling that they will relive me tomorrow from hospital but I have to take rest at home."
"You should rest properly."
"But I want to be back to work."
"Why?"
"I am missing you... miss seeing you," he spoke mischievously.
"Very naughty," she giggled, "you are seeing me every day."
"Yeah but not the way I like to."
"Ooo and how would you like to see me," she teased him.
He didn't reply but put one hand on her thighs and stroked it.
"Hey anyone can come."
"No one will come, mother and sister just went home and they will come back in evening and daddy is at office," he spoke and pushed his hand between her legs.
Malti enjoyed his touch after so many days and let him fondle her snatch. He rubbed her pussy over the clothes.
"Take it off," he whispered.
"Shut up... we are in hospital."
He guided her hand over his pajama and placed it over his erect cock.
"Look how hard I am," he spoke and rubbed her pussy hard. She stroked his cock for couple of seconds and when he started to get up she stopped him.
"No... you are in no shape to do anything," she giggled, "you must rest." He made a puppy face.
Then she made up her mind and got up to lock the door from inside. She returned back to the bed and caressed his bulge, "I will take care of this," she spoke with a mischievous smile and pulled his pajama to his ankles. She held the thick rod in her fist and stroked it.
"You relax," she pushed him back on the pillow and started to slowly pump his shaft.
"You have a fat tool," she admired the thickness in her hand, "very difficult to put in my mouth... you want me to suck it," she enquired.
"Yessss... please," he groaned.
She smiled and tucking her hairs behind her ears she bends down on him.
"Ahhh... Oh God... umm," Langa groaned loudly as he felt the hot tongue lick around the head of his cock. She smiled looking at his face and then licked the cock from tip to the base. Langa rested his back on the pillow and watched the wife of a respectable scientist, his father's boss, work on his cock like a slut. His cock twitched every time she moves her wet tongue from top to bottom. Soon his cock was wet and shining with her saliva. After licking it couple of times Malti held the cock at the base and engulfed half of it in her mouth.
"Yesss..." Langa moaned and bucked his hips. Malti has to stretch her mouth wide to fit the thick rod which filled her mouth completely. She took couple of seconds to get use to the size and then sucked in. She remembered how as a kid she uses to suck on the ice candies which were always thick compared to her small mouth. She felt the same way sucking his oversized cock except that this one was hot and the skin felt so velvety inside her mouth. She pushed it up on her tongue and squeezed it between her tongue and pallet. She wanted to squeezed out the nectar from it.
Langa watched her soft pink polished lips stretched around his cock and groaned. Malti bobbled her head up and down on his shaft and started to suck in earnest. Every time she goes down, the cock slips further in. She enjoyed the feeling of hot flesh inside her mouth and wanted to take every inch of it inside her. He softly moaned and bucked his hips as his cock rubbed against her lips.
Langa could not lie still for long time and sat on the edge of the bed pushing Malti on her knees beside the bed. He held her head in both his hands and started to guide her face onto his shaft. Malti felt his cock reaching at the back of her throat. Her husband never reached so deep and she feared that if she let him face fuck her he will even enter her throat. She held his cock at the base in her fist so that he cannot enter completely into her mouth. Langa increased the pace and tried to push her hand away so to enter completely but she held firmly.
"Madam... please remove your hand," he whispered. Malti saw an animalistic rage, a tortured look on Langa's face and knew that if she removes her hand he will enter her throat. She shook her head in no. Langa continued to fuck her face in long and slow strokes and whispering her to remove her hand. Her husband has never reached her throat and she was a bit scared what to expect. Even now when his cock touched the back of throat, her eyes widened and she has to control her gag reflexes. Couple of minutes passed and he continued to fuck her while she sucked and swallowed the saliva in her mouth.
"Ahhh...uggg..." he groaned and she felt his cock swell in her mouth. "Madam... AHHH," he groaned even loudly and she knew he was about to cum. Langa held her head with one hand and with other he removed her grip on the base of his shaft. As soon as her hand was removed his entire cock was impaled deep into her throat.
Malti shook violently and her eyes widened, she felt chocked onto the shaft but the next second he eased and pulled out. She was barely able to catch her breath when he was into her throat again. She scratched his legs in protest but it had little effect, he expertly slides in and out of her throat giving her time only to catch her breath.
Malti was very still now, trying to relax her muscles as much as possible, while Langa was not able to last any longer and started to pump his load inside her mouth. Langa emptied his load directly into her throat and she could do little but to swallow. He continued to twitch and jerk for some time and kept her pinned between his legs.
Finally, when he let her go she sat exhausted on the floor. She cannot believe that she was throat fucked just now and she swallowed every drop of cum. She never imagined that she would do this. Langa was lying on the bed, happy and contended.
She came out of the bathroom after cleaning and found Langa still lying in same position.
"You can now pull up your pajamas," she spoke.
Langa smiled, "don't want another round."
"Just shut up... my throat is sore, you were out of control and fucked my throat," she complained.
"It's so sweet I cannot help."
"Looks like you have lot of practice doing it."
"Yes... I have done it couple of times before and she liked it," he spoke.
Malti felt a pang of jealousy, she knew which women he was talking about, the wife of another officer from FRI whom he has fucked before.
She quickly gathered her purse and mobile, "Ok I will leave now, you take rest."
Later in night when she was having sex with Ravi she found that she was not able to enjoy it. She could not fathom why, maybe because she is tired, but soon she realized it was due to lack of excitement. She felt the urge only when the days event flashed before her eyes, the teasing with the boys and the hard cock of Langa in her mouth. She came hard imagining the muscular Langa between her legs. She even felt guilty afterwards.
After the sex Ravi lay awoke for a long time thinking about his wife and Langa. He knew that Langa would be fit and fine in few days and will be back to fuck his wife, little did he knew that he has already started with mouth fucking her. He cannot talk about this with Malti as it will reveal that he has attacked Langa. He tried to look for reasons for her falling for Langa but could not think of any. He has always found her actively participating in sex and even initiating it also and he always thought that he was good enough for her. Now after he has witnessed her with Langa his delusion was shattered and he realized that her libido cannot be satisfied by just one man. But he cannot just keep quiet and tolerate her adultery, he has to do something about it. He found only one option right now i.e. to seek transfer from the city. He remembered how the other officer whose wife Langa was fucking also did the same thing, he got himself transferred away. Maybe sometime later after they move away he can talk to Malti about this. After making this decision he felt relaxed and fell asleep.
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Next day in the office Ravi decided to talk to his boss Mr Raj Pratap Singh, he was the director of FRI and Ravi was having good relationship with him. He was the top boss at FRI and had good connections which could help him in getting transfer. Mr Singh was a senior IFS officer in his fifties and he also resides in a bungalow in the same FRI complex where Ravi resides but was still some distance from his house as the place is spread out in a very large area.
"What!!! You want to be transferred," he was shocked when Ravi asked him for help. They were sitting in Singh's office.
"Yes sir, actually I am not getting any good results in my research and I want to be transferred to some other place."
"Rubbish, I know your research is going on right track, you only joined us this year."
Ravi made up some story about his work-related problems and asked him to help him in transfer.
"Ok, I will see what can be done, but before I forget I must invite you, Malti and your lovely daughter to our 25th marriage anniversary party this Saturday evening," he spoke.
"Ohh... congratulations sir."
"Thanks, and make sure you attend with your family, the party is at my bungalow and I am inviting few of my close friends only."
Ravi nodded and assured that he will be there. He came out of his office in deep thoughts and decided that he will get a nice gift for them for the anniversary and then he will again talk to him about transfer on Monday, he will definitely help.
At home, Malti was not feeling good as her mensural periods started and her back was paining. Next couple of days went by uneventful partly due to Malti's mensural periods and partly as Langa was recovering at home. Finally, Saturday arrived and Malti was not too excited about it as she had earlier attended Ravi's office parties and they turn out to be boring. She never enjoyed gossiping with the wives of other officers from FRI. However, she paid attention on dressing and wore her best salwar kurta. The kurta had a deep neck revealing a generous cleavage. She wore a light makeup and tied her shoulder length hairs into a bun. When she came out of the room Ravi's jaws dropped looking at the sexy figure.
Malti was feeling horny as her periods ended today and she always feel aroused during this time. She saw the face of Ravi and smiled,
"Be aware tonight," she whispered.
Ravi felt his cock twitch and he forgot all about her infidelity and wanted to grab her right then and there but then the face of Langa flashed before his eyes and all he could think of was that she is hot for her lover. Then his attention was diverted when Rini pulled his hands,
"Daddy let us go," she was ready.
Malti felt relaxed when she found out that the guest at the party were very limited and only one or two couples were from office. The party was stretched out from there drawing room to the back lawn. They settled down in drawing room while Rini ran around the house. Malti has met Mr Singh and his wife earlier also and she liked his wife, they go along well. As regards Mr Singh he always had a lecherous eye on Malti. She had felt it earlier too but nothing threatening.
Today also when he saw Malti he was mesmerized by her youthful yet fully developed beauty. He looked at the full ass which was accentuated by the tight dress, and felt his cock stir. Malti saw him leering at her and felt strangely aroused as if she is exposing herself. She congratulated the couple on their anniversary and Mr Singh held onto her hand longer than required, maybe fantasizing those soft hands wrapped around his cock.
They were still exchanging pleasantries when Malti saw Manoj approaching them.
'O my god this guy,' Malti recognized the guy whom she met couple of days back on the hills and she remembered how she travelled with them on the bike and how he felt her up.
'What is he doing here?' she thought.
As he approached closer he also recognized Malti and was startled.
"What are you standing there, come..." Mrs Singh hailed him closer.
"I guess you have not met our son Manoj," she introduced him, "he is studying engineering from SPMG collage."
Manoj looked at her dumb faced.
"Where are your manners," Mrs Singh scolded finding him looking blankly at Ravi and Malti.
"Ohh... sorry... "Namastay... uncle," he spoke to Ravi and then mumbled some greetings to Malti also, he was not able to bring himself to call her aunty as he has called her husband uncle.
Mrs Singh then went on to introduce them to Manoj. Malti understood his predicament and smiled inwardly, she knew that it's a shock for him as he believes her to be a student of his age.
Ravi noticed the strange behavior of Manoj and how he was looking at Malti, but he was not able to understand anything but then he also noticed his boss feasting his eyes on Malti. For a moment Ravi felt a bit proud that he had such a sexy wife which could stir lust in father and son alike but the next moment he was ashamed of himself for letting this kind of thoughts come to his mind.
Manoj soon excused himself and went away, while Mr Singh took Ravi away to the makeshift bar at the corner and they mixed with the other guys who were already drinking, the women were having fruit juice and were chatting amongst themselves.
Party was pretty boring; some music was played but nobody was dancing and guests made their own groups for drinking and chatting. Malti soon found herself alone and she wandered to the kitchen looking for some food but there was none.
As she was there Mr Singh walked in,
"Hey..."
"Hi," she smiled.
"I must say Ravi is a very lucky guy," he said looking at her animatedly.
She knew what he was getting at but she played innocent, "Why?"
"He has such a beautiful wife," he spoke.
"Ohh... come on you are just being nice," she pretended to be shy.
"No... no... you are amazing," he admired her body lewdly. Malti didn't knew what to say she just fiddled with the glass of orange juice.
"What are you drinking," he enquired.
"Orange juice."
"Why not spike it with some vodka," he spoke with a glimmer in his eyes and quickly produced a bottle from the kitchen cabinet.
"Oh... no... please," she giggled, "no lady is drinking."
"No one that you can find out," he smiled meaningfully, "why do you think I am came here looking for the bottle of vodka... there are ladies quietly mixing it with the juice."
He opened the cap and gestured for her glass. "This party is going to be interesting," Malti thought and let him pour some in her half-filled glass.
She sipped and made a bad face and he giggled, "perfect drink... no smell and goes perfectly with the juice."
"You wait here, I'll pass this bottle to my wife and will be back with some snacks," he left.
Malti gulped down the drink quickly and walked out of the kitchen. She joined the group of ladies and saw Mr Singh hurriedly going back to the kitchen to look for her, she smiled and felt the same feeling as she uses to get as a teenager exposing and teasing her teachers.
Malti was talking to Mrs Singh and other ladies when Rini returned to her side feeling bored.
"Mummy I want to go home."
"Why baby we just came," she asked.
"I am getting bored."
There was no other child of her age with whom she can play. Mrs Singh understood and called for her son.
"Hey Manoj what are you doing... take Rini to your room and give her some video games to play," she told him.
Rini was happy listening to this and quickly walked with him to his room. As Manoj guided Rini, he looked at Malti mischievously from the corner of his eyes. After the initial shock his confidence was back and he was happy to see her again. He was surprised to find that she was indeed a mother of a six-year-old girl.
Malti was also relaxed now and felt a fire building inside her remembering what happened that afternoon. She was already feeling horny and now after seeing him smiling mischievously and his father trying to sweet talk her she felt her pussy getting wet.
She saw her husband was busy with men and Mr Singh was going around from one place to another looking for her. He saw her standing with the ladies and wanted to come over when he stopped as he saw his son Manoj appeared before her side.
"So, you are really a housewife," he spoke.
"Ahm... yeah... I told you," she replied with a straight face.
"Are you angry with me."
"What do you think I should be... happy?"
"I am sorry for that day but I thought you to be a collage girl," he spoke but he never looked apologetic.
"You mean to say that if I am a collage girl you are justified in doing what you did," she retorted back.
"No... No... I didn't mean that.... But you are so beautiful and hot that I got carried away."
She didn't say anything and walked towards the food table.
He followed her, "I am really sorry for that day."
"I heard you the first time," she picked up some snacks.
Manoj looked expectantly at her and mouthed please. Malti enjoyed the situation and very well understood that he is just trying to talk her up.
"Where is Rini," she changed the topic.
"Ohh she is playing games on my computer," he pointed to the room upstairs.
"I better check on her," she walked towards the room with Manoj right behind her.
Rini was busy on the computer, "hey baby have you eaten anything," she enquired.
"No mummy I don't want anything."
"I know once you got hooked on games you will lose your appetite."
Malti looked around the room and found it look typically like a room of a college student, a single bed in the center, table with books scattered all over, she smiled examining it.
"Not tidy," he grinned sheepishly.
"What is there," she pointed towards a door.
"That's my sister's room," he opened the door, "she is now in Delhi, couldn't make it tonight for the party."
Malti nodded and stepped into the room and found it neat and clean, "see you can make out from the room that it belongs to a girl, I don't know how you boys can live in such a mess."
"Yeah girls are a beautiful specimen created by god... like you."
Malti giggled, "very philosophical."
"And you are the best of those creations," he took the opportunity, "it was not my fault that I mistook you for a collage girl." He was now animatedly looking at her from top to bottom.
"Ok... ok... now you have enough of eye feasting," she chuckled.
Manoj also giggled, "Common... I can never have enough... that day too you refused to take second trip to your car."
"Were you out of your mind... how could you dare such a thing in middle of the road," her face turned red but her heartbeat increased.
"Now we are in a room," he spoke meaningfully.
"Just shut up," she spoke in a hoarse voice. Manoj was looking directly at her lovely cleavage and Malti's breathing became heavy. Ever since she saw him she was feeling naughty and was reminded of that afternoon. She knew that given an opportunity he will try to take advantage and she too wanted to have some fun but she knew that if she continues now she will lose control. Manoj took a determined step towards her.
She gave him a stern look, "What?"
He stopped in his tracks and could not dare to touch her, "Umm... I... just wanted to look..."
"You already had enough fun that day," she spoke.
"Noooo...," he looked pleadingly towards her.
She enjoyed this and saw a bulge in his pants, "don't walk into the party with that bulge," she giggled and walked out.
As soon as she was back in the party Mr Singh magically appeared beside her,
"Where were you, I have been looking for you in the kitchen."
"Ohh I went upstairs to look for my daughter."
"Don't worry about her Manoj will take care of her," he spoke and called Manoj who was standing near the stairs.
"Take some food for Rini and go upstairs," he ordered him.
"It's no problem I will take it," she spoke but Mr Singh didn't want her to be busy with her daughter so he insisted on Manoj to take care of her. Once he left he offered her Vodka and asked her to come to kitchen to spike her orange juice. Malti was feeling a little buzzed as the first drink was kicking in now and kind of felt good.
On her way to kitchen she bumped into her husband,
"Hey how it's going I saw were talking to Mr Singh," he enquired.
Malti had a mischievous grin on her face, "Yup... your boss seems to be having a great time feasting his eyes on your wife."
"What!!!" he observed him to be ogling her but he didn't expect that Malti knew about it and was actually having fun out of it.
"Yesss and he is also trying to get your wife drunk," she showed the juice glass in her hand and gestured towards kitchen.
"You seemed to be already drunk," he spoke but Malti was already walking towards the kitchen. He watched as she disappeared behind the kitchen door. She walked back to Ravi after some time with the drink in her hand.
"See," she showed him the drink.
"Yeah, how many of those have you taken?"
"Just the second one, dear," then she came closer and whispered, "don't worry I won't let him take advantage of my drunken state."
"Yeah... yeah," he murmured while Malti giggled.
"Where is Rini," he asked, "we should be going home now."
Malti started to laugh.
"What!!! Why are you laughing?"
"You are so jealous and insecure, the moment you learned about your boss is goggling me you want to go home," she laughed again.
"No... no... it's not like that," he spoke sheepishly, "just go easy on them," he pointed towards her glass.
Just then some of the colleague called and Ravi got busy with them. Although he was with them but was not able to pay attention to what was the discussion as his mind was wandering to Malti and his boss. He watched from the corner of his eyes as his wife was again going towards the kitchen and Mr Singh following her. He felt a strange sensation... jealously yes but not like what he felt when he saw her with Langa. He saw his wife walking to the kitchen with a sexy movement of her ass, her hips were accentuated due to the tight Kurta she was wearing and he felt as if she deliberately swayed that voluptuous ass. He adjusted his cock which was getting hard every second. Then they disappeared behind the kitchen door.
Malti was feeling light headed after the second drink and was having butterflies in her stomach when Mr Singh commented on her being hot and sexy. Clearly, he was now getting bold in flirting with her. Last time when she was in kitchen with him he called her sweet and beautiful, but now he graduated to calling her hot and sexy.
As soon as she entered the kitchen he pulled out the vodka bottle from the drawer.
"No... no... I have had enough," she stepped back.
"Common... last one," he insisted and came closer.
"Are you trying to get me drunk," she giggled.
"Yes... that is precisely my plan to get you drunk and take advantage of you," he too laughed. As he tried to pour some vodka in her juice glass she pulled back her glass sharply and the juice spilled over her dress.
"Ohh shit," she exclaimed.
"I am sorry, I am really sorry," he apologized and kept the bottle on the counter and grabbed some tissues.
"Let me...." he started to wipe off the liquid from her abdomen area.
"I think it will leave a stain, where is washroom I should wash it," she spoke.
"Over there in my bedroom," he pointed towards a door. She rushed out and found herself in a passage. Mr Singh guided her to the room at the far end of corridor and pointed towards a door in the room. She entered the washroom and stepped behind the door. As she took a glance around she found a mirror on the opposite wall through which she saw Mr Singh standing uncertainly in the dimly lit bedroom.
Her heartbeat increased as an idea came to her mind and she felt nervously excited about what she was about to do. 'He can see her through the mirror,' she thought and left the door half open. She reached behind her back and pulled down the zipper of her kurta.
Singh always has a fascination for this lady, he has seen her on other occasions also and always found her to be dressed in clothes that highlighted her perfect body. Today was no exception the kurta was tightly hugging her shapely body and while he was brushing the juice off her stomach, he swore he felt the depth of her navel button. He always admired her from a distance and never actually thought of flirting with her but tonight one thing led to another and he was pleasantly surprised that she doesn't seems to mind the flirting. Suddenly he felt as if his heart will stop beating, he saw the reflection of Malti in the mirror who has taken out her kurta and was cleaning the spot with a wet tissue over the sink.
Malti watched from the corner of her eyes and saw him staring at her in disbelief. She felt the familiar adrenaline surge in her blood which she felt when someone watched her. She felt a strong desire to take off her clothes and expose herself completely, but she controlled herself and pretend to wash the kurta. Singh watched in awe the toned abdomen with deep navel button and the luscious looking boobs still clasped in bra.
He cannot believe his luck, he was glued to his place watching the perfect body of Malti, the lowers were still on and he wished to see more when she slowly untied the knot of her salwar and let it fall on her ankles. His mouth fell open and he walked closer to get a better look of her slender legs and the basketball size of the ass cheeks which were barely covered in the tiny skin-tight panty. He can now clearly see the white triangle of the panty and can also visualize the swollen pussy inside. He placed his hands on the door frame for support. He was so close to her that Malti can hear his hard breathing.
She bends down showing her round ass to him and slowly took the salwar out of her legs and hung it on the door. Now she was standing in just her bra, panties and high heels. Singh licked his dry lips while Malti felt her pussy dripping but she continued to pretend as if cleaning her dress.
Singh adjusted his hard cock and could not control any longer, he wanted to feel the softness of her body in his arms,
"Can I help you," he stepped in.
"Ohhh..." she pretended to be surprised, "what are you doing here."
"Thought you might need some help," he closed the door. Malti's body shivered as she heard the door lock, she remembered the time when she was in a toilet of a train in a similar situation and got frightened, but now she was not scared rather trembling with desire.
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Ravi was feeling uneasy as quite sometime passed and neither of them appeared back from the kitchen. He looked around and then casually strolled towards the kitchen. Inside he found nobody but saw the open vodka bottle sitting on the counter along with the two half filled glasses. He was puzzled, he never saw them coming out. Then he saw the other exit door and walked out of it into the corridor feeling scared what he might find.
He walked slowly and saw no one until he reached the far end and peaked inside the bedroom, he saw his boss standing at the door of the bathroom but he cannot find his wife anywhere. The room was dimly lit but the bathroom light was bright, suddenly he saw her, inside the bathroom in just her white bra and panties. Even before he could assimilate the situation, Mr Singh entered inside and closed the door. The room was even darker after the light coming from the bathroom door was shut.
His worst fears were coming true, her words rang in his ears "your boss is trying to get me drunk." Is she really drunk or is she just a slut, fucking any guy who cares to ask? He walked like a zombie towards the door and thought what should he do, should he barge in? But then he remembered what he saw that afternoon with Langa and shivered, he didn't want to see something like that. He sat down on the bed with his drink. He cannot believe that she can fuck a guy in afternoon and then without any hesitance fuck him in the night, no guilt, no remorse, like a casual routine. Just before coming to this party she was hinting for a night of hot sex with him and now she is having sex with a man she had just met.
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Inside the bathroom Singh grabbed her from behind, her bra was on the floor and her juicy white boobs were crushed by him.
"No... What are you doing," she murmured.
"Mumm..." he grunted something and squeezed them hard and pinched the soft areola.
"Ahhh... nooo..." she arched her body and her head rested on his chest when she bent backward.
For a fleeting second Malti thought what she was about to do, she would be cheating on her husband but then she has already crossed that line with Langa and now it seems easier. She felt the bulge and knew that he is going to fuck her and she wanted that to happen. She looked at their reflections in the mirror on the sink and saw the aroused face of Mr Singh on her neck, he was biting her neck like a vampire, his hairy arms were wrapped around her breasts and the thick fingers were pulling and pinching the soft flesh. She saw her own aroused face and could not recognize it as her, it felt as if she was watching some porn movie unfolding before her eyes with a 4D experience.
"Ahh... ugg... ohh... noo," she heard her own groaning.
"You have a lovely body that I love to explore but tonight we don't have much time," he spoke and pulled her panty down her slender legs.
"Ohh... look at these," he spread the ass cheeks and rubbed his thumb at the puckered hole. Malti felt the thumb spreading her ass hole.
"Ahhh.... Ohh," she squirmed. He inserted half of his thumb inside her ass hole and fucked her for couple of seconds with it.
"Ok... no time for these," he bent her over the sink, "I am going to fuck you," he whispered. He pushed upper half of her body over the sink's marble top, Malti felt the cold stone beneath her stomach and her legs leaving the ground.
"Ahh...," she tried to wiggled as she felt the cold but he kept her pressed hard. She could watch in the mirror as he opened his zip and fished out a thick looking cock.
"Stay......... don't move," he panted and spread her legs wide, she felt the thick rod finding its way and within no time he was buried deep inside her.
"Ahhh...," Malti cried out as she felt completely filled.
Singh grabbed her shoulders and started to fuck her hard and fast. The mixed animalistic sounds from both of them filled the small bathroom.
"I promise you Malti," he spoke while watching his cock slip in and out of her pussy, "we will do it again when I will send your husband away for work and fuck you all night."
Ravi had his eyes pressed against the small key hole in the door and could see both of them right in front of him. Malti spread out on the sink top while his boss was pounding her pussy by holding her waist with both hands. He was getting a 360 degree of panoramic view with there faces in the mirror and asses right in front of his eyes.
Singh was now pounding her in earnest and was smacking her white ass with each thrust. Ravi can see the look on Malti's face and knew how much she was enjoying this treatment. Ravi stayed glued to his place until he heard the loud grunting noise and saw him pumping his load in her pussy. The pounding stopped and the place was filled with the noises of heavy breathing. Singh pulled out his cock glistering in her juices and wiped the liquid on her ass, Malti stayed lying on the sink top, while Singh started to zip up.
Ravi quietly stepped back and walked towards the party like a zombie. He sat on the sofa and gulped down his drink watching his boss appearing from the kitchen. Malti took some time to arrive but when she was in the room she was dressed properly and nothing give away that she was getting her pussy pounded in the bathroom couple of seconds before.
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Ravi was sitting in his bedroom after they came back home from the party and his mind was still occupied with the thoughts of what he saw in his boss's bathroom. Malti came to the bedroom after putting their daughter away on bed and started to change into the night gown. Ravi felt his cock rock hard and he grabbed her from behind.
"Ohh...," Malti got startled but then she felt the hard cock poking on her bums.
"What!!! you are hard... its very late Ravi," she understands what he wanted and tried to avoid it but Ravi bends her on the bed and pulled her panty down.
"First let me get washed," she tried to get away.
"No," he patted her ass and saw red finger marks from the slapping Singh gave her. He caressed the marks on the butt and then he saw little teeth marks on her neck, his breathing got hard. He held her waist and thumped his cock into her well lubricated pussy.
"Ahhh..." Malti groaned as a hard cock entered her pussy for the second time tonight.
Ravi started to hump her hard, face of Mr Singh flashed before his eyes and he pictured him pounding his wife. It was too much for him and within seconds he blows his load inside her already filled pussy.
It was eight O clock in the evening when Kunal Jain entered in his five-bedroom penthouse in south Delhi locality and found his wife Neha Jain playing with their 3-year-old son Aryan. There full-time maid Nancy was also around helping Neha.
"What took you so long," Neha asked, "I called you around seven and you said you already left office," she looked at him questioningly.
"Insane traffic... don't know where from all these people came," he spoke helplessly taking out his tie.
Just then his driver entered with his briefcase and some files and stuff and kept it on the table.
"You can leave now but make sure you are here by 7 in the morning," Kunal spoke. The driver nodded and left.
"You have to leave early tomorrow," Neha enquired.
"Yeah," he replied catching the ball Aryan threw at him and threw it back at him.
"Catch it... tomorrow Roger is coming from USA, I have to pick him up at airport."
"Ohh gosh that means you would also be busy... tomorrow I too have a very important meeting, do you think you would be able to take some time out in the day and take Aryan to the doctor's appointment."
"Humm... I think I can squeeze some time."
"Great!! you are a darling, I was worried cause I know I won't be having time to even breath tomorrow."
Both Neha and Kunal were working at senior positions in multinational companies with high salaries and even higher responsibilities. Kunal was working head of sales, north India, with a medical equipment supply company while Neha was working with a leading finance company as AVP. Both have pressing schedules and often have to travel due to work. The work life balance was hard to maintain.
Neha was 35 now, a successful woman and due to her work, she was not able to have a baby until she celebrated the 30th birthday and have to decide before its too late. Now she was happy that she made the right decision and was a happy mother of Aryan.
Kunal was 38 years and with a MBA degree from a reputed institution and with the number of years put in by him, he felt he was not treated fairly. Some of his MBA batch mates are working as CEOs and he felt jealous. He sometimes even felt inferior to his wife as she was making more money than him. He wondered how she got promoted so quickly even though she holds a degree from a regular university, maybe hot women have an edge of their own.
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Neha was wearing a sexy night dress as she entered the bed and opened her laptop.
"You are not working now," Kunal complained.
"No work just checking the feeds of the day from the cams."
They have recently installed cams in their penthouse due to the full-time maid, they just wanted to be sure that she treats their baby well during their absence. She fast forwarded the feeds which are recorded for the day. The system keeps a backup of seven days and can be checked by them anytime on their mobile and laptops. Kunal also sat upright and looked at the recording.
"Hey stop... stop," suddenly he pulled her hand.
"What!! She is changing," Neha looked mischievously towards him but changed the feeds to normal mode.
Nancy, their maid, was taking off her clothes in one of the room before entering bathroom.
"What are you gawking at," Neha hit him on shoulder.
"She sure has nice boobs."
"Yeah you pervert... I feel so bad spying on her like that."
"But why is she changing in the room, she has her own room and we have not put cameras in her room," Kunal spoke.
"Yeah, but she doesn't know about cam and she think she is alone in the flat, I feel I should tell her about the cams."
"Don't do that the whole purpose of installing the system would be compromised, its better to be a little bad for the safety of our son, don't you read strange stories about maids," he reasoned and Neha just nodded.
"Ok now you stop ogling at her boobs," she again fast forwarded the feeds.
"Yeah, I have better," he looked at her meaningfully.
"Anyway, why is this Roger coming," she asked ignoring him. Roger was the big boss of the company located at USA.
"Review I guess, plus there is a rumor that our VP India is taking up a position in Europe and he would be looking for her replacement."
"Humm... you have a good chance this time," she assured him.
"Hope so but you never know, it's an animal kingdom in corporate world these days, you have vultures who thrive on other people's work, you have hawks who just steel," he seemed crossed.
"Yeah there are all kinds of animals and there are tigers also who can keep vultures and hawks away," she tried to make the mood light, "and I know you are a tiger."
"Tigresses too," he smiled, "and you know what other animals are present."
"What."
"Bulls.'
"And what do they do," she giggled.
"Nothing they just bully people and think their job is just to breed, like the bulls... they just go around sniffing for willing girls in office," he spoke.
"What a perverted imagination," she laughed.
"Its true every office has Casanovas."
"Who is the Casanova of your office," she enquired, she was able to sense where this was leading to as she knows his infatuation towards being naughty at office and was always interested if she has something to tell or he hopes there is something naughty to tell.
"Oh... we have few, I have told about them but you never told about who is the bull at your office."
"I don't know," she tried to avoid the question.
"Come on!! Every office has," he coaxed her.
"I don't pay attention to the office gossips, but if it has to be then I guess it's my boss Raman."
"I knew it," he spoke, "he looks like a lady's man, did he ever try with you."
"He better not, I will chop off his balls," Neha spoke angrily.
"Ohhh... don't be a killjoy."
"What!! You want me to flirt with him."
"Just a little harmless fun," he spoke shamelessly.
"You swine!!" She hit him with a pillow.
They exchanged some loving banter before going to bed, Kunal was horny and they got naked. Lately Kunal was having problems getting it hard but she has noticed that whenever they talk dirty like this, he gets ready.
He started to hump her and she moaned softly feeling his hard cock. She wrapped her legs around him and closed her eyes feeling the sensations building inside her. Its been a long time since they had sex and she cum almost immediately.
Kunal humped for some time and when he was ready to cum he took out his cock and aimed at her face and breasts. He loves to cum over her body, she hated it initially but over the period of time she has developed a liking for it. She wanted to feel the hot cum on her face.
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Kunal was sitting in his bed with his laptop trying to connect with his wife. Neha was in Mumbai for few days due to some office work and she was staying in their own apartment at Worli. They have bought this flat as both of them have to travel to Mumbai frequently and also because it's a good investment.
Neha entered the flat and turned on his laptop before heading for a quick shower. She came out of shower wrapped in just a towel and saw that her hubby was calling for a video chat. She clicked the answer button.
"Hi honey," she spoke as the call connected and she saw him sitting on the bed.
"Wow you are looking sexy," he exclaimed finding her in just towel which was struggling to cover her 36C boobs and barely reaching below her luscious ass.
She giggled and turned around to give him a 360-degree view, "I was taking a shower." She took another towel and started to dry her hairs.
"How was your day," he asked. She gave him a brief of the days event and they exchanged some mundane information about each other's work.
"What are you having for dinner," he asked.
"I don't feel like cooking or going out so I just ordered a pizza on my way back."
"Wow."
"What's so wow about it," she asked.
"Nothing, just thought how that pizza delivery boy will react finding you in just towel."
"Shut up!! I will be dressed in just a minute," she blushed.
"No... no... Neha wait," he shouted as she went on to pick up her clothes, "you can tease him a little bit."
"No way I am doing that," she pulled a panty over her smooth legs.
"Noooo," he howled, "please... it would be fun, just take the delivery of the pizza in this towel... I bet he will die with heart attack."
"I know you have a perverted mind but I am certainly not exposing myself to a stranger... how cheap it looks," she shuddered.
"I know... I know... you are always unsupportive of any fun," he spoke in a rather rude voice.
"This is your idea of fun!! Displaying myself like a cheap whore," she also raised her voice.
"What's wrong with it."
"I am not a slut," she retorted.
"Huh."
"What do you mean by 'Huh', she spoke.
"Don't act like a nun with me... like you have never been with any other men," he shouted.
"What other men," she challenged him.
"Your late-night meetings with your boss, getting away every month to different cities in the name of work... you think I don't know how you are getting promoted every other year," his voice was bitter.
"Ohhh... is it," she was shocked for a moment then spoke sarcastically, "you think I am fucking my boss to get promotion."
He didn't answer but both of them stared each other through the web cam. Neha slumped on the couch in front of the laptop, feeling dejected. She had known Kunal since her teenage but today she felt like she knows nothing about him. She is living with a stranger.
"Honey," Kunal called out but she was lost in deep thoughts.
"Honey I am sorry," he spoke, "I didn't mean it... I was just angry," but Neha was lost into deep thoughts. He tried again and again but she remained silent and Kunal knew he has spoken too much and he was not getting away easily. Neha was boiling with rage, she had been listening to her husband's comments and hints for last few months, but today he has openly accused her of cheating and that too without any substance in it. She decided she had enough.
Just then the doorbell rang and Neha looked in his direction.
"Must be the pizza," she spoke coolly. She took the laptop and placed it on the ledge below the TV.
"You can watch the couch clearly from here, honey," her tone was scaring Kunal.
"What... why," Kunal was lost for words. She checked in the open window that the laptop was placed at the correct place and most of the drawing cum living room was visible. She then moved her hand inside the towel and pulled out her panty.
"What are you doing," she heard Kunal's horrified voice.
"Nothing darling I am just taking pizza delivery... the way you wanted," she smiled. The doorbell rang again.
"Coming... Just a sec," she shouted and readjusted the towel and her curvaceous nude body was revealed in the process. She tied it back again.
"No... no... Neha... please," he tried to stop her feeling alarmed of what she might do.
"Shhh darling," she spoke melodramatically, "we couldn't let the guy know that you are watching, I'll turn the speaker mute," she spoke and along with turning the speaker mute she also minimized the window.
Kunal could not believe when he saw her walking towards the door. He knew that as she has muted the speaker she would not be able to hear his protests and even if she can hear he knew how stubborn she is. Now the idea of the pizza dare seems so stupid.
The doorbell rang again.
"Just a sec," she shouted and took a deep breath before heading for the door.
Kunal could hear the faint talking in the background as she was not in the view, then he heard the door closing. He took a sigh of relief that it was over quickly but his relief was short lived when he saw her returning and a man following her with the pizza box in his hands. His heart leaped to his throat when he saw him, he was no delivery boy but a grown up strong man who looked mean. He was clearly excited to see Neha wrapped in towel and was shamelessly leering.
"You are really impatient, could have waited couple of seconds, I was taking a shower," she muttered under her breath.
"It's good I was impatient otherwise I would have missed the chance to look at such a beauty," he grinned.
"Shut up and put the box on the table," she playfully spoke and pointed towards the side table.
"No... no... Neha... don't encourage this scum bag," Kunal shouted but then realized that she has muted him and cannot hear his voice. He squirmed in his seat and desperately watched his lovely wife displaying his half-nude body to a total stranger. His heart started to beat fast in apprehension of something bad.
Neha was nervous, she took this bold step without properly thinking over it. Before opening the door she felt confident and assumed that she can handle the situation, but when she saw the guy shamelessly ogling at her, she felt jittery. She pretended to look for her purse to pay him and can feel his gaze on her ass. From the corner of her eyes she can see a big grin on his face. She knew that her husband is watching and she cannot let her nervousness be seen by him.
"Where is my purse..." She murmured.
"No problem... take your time," the man spoke enjoying the long and slender legs of Neha.
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Tahir Hassan was a 32-year-old man who works as a peon for a local businessman and during weekends he also delivers pizzas to earn some extra cash. He was married eight years ago and was living with his wife, two children and parents in a two room chawl in DhaKunal slums of Mumbai. Today when he picked up the last pizza box of the day for delivery at an upscale flat in Worli, his only thought was to finish the job and head for the local bar for his regular drinks. Little did he know that fate had sometime else for him tonight.
When he rang the bell of the flat and it took time to open he got a bit impatient, but when finally the door was opened, he was shocked to find an elegant lady at the door, draped only in a towel. He looked in awe at the long and slender legs and the milky skin showing in abundance. The towel was hugging at her curves and he was lost into the depth of her cleavage, imagining the softness of her white boobs.
"Yes," the lady spoke and Tahir came out of his trance.
"Umm... pizza," he stupidly looked at her.
"Yeah... come." She kept the door opened for him. As he followed her to the drawing room he was surprised to note that she was acting so casual.
'These ultramodern wives of rich people are so fucked up,' he thought and then shrugged his shoulders and smiled looking at her narrow waist and broad ass, swaying seductively as she walked. He felt his cock twitching in his pants.
Neha saw her purse lying beside the couch and she has to bend down to pick it up. She knew that if she bends she would be revealing her nude ass to him, the thought sends a shiver down her spine. She could not bring herself to shamelessly expose and she put a hand on her ass to keep the towel in place and bends her knees to pick up the purse.
"Ahmm..." Tahir whimpered as his heart leaped with anticipation and got only a fleeting glimpse of her soft ass checks, but he was able to make out that she was not wearing any panty.
'Oh my god is she really so stupid to stand almost nude in front of a total strange,' he looked around and felt that she was alone in the flat which made him feel bold.
"Ooo... Nooo," he spoke aloud.
"What are you whining about," Neha looked at him. She saw an unabashed look of lust on his face and was surprised that she felt aroused. She could not believe that she felt butterflies in her stomach looking at this low class, rugged looking man.
"I thought the towel would slip and I don't have to imagine what's inside," he grinned.
"Don't act too smart," she spoke playfully which encouraged him further.
"I bet you are not wearing anything except this towel," Neha felt his gaze on her body and blushed.
"None of your business," she tried to show some anger, "just take the money and go," she rummaged through the purse.
"Your husband is lucky," he continued to speak, "he can take a peek inside that towel whenever he wants."
Neha felt nervously excited as she was reminded of her husband who was watching all this from the web-cam. She thought for a moment about the taboo nature of what she was doing. She realized that if she continued to encourage him he will fuck her on a drop of a hat. The thought sent a shiver down her spine and a tingling sensation up her fanny.
Tahir looked at the hot woman in front of him who was blushing and fidgeting with her purse to find the money. He could not believe his luck as he realized he had a chance at scoring. He looked at her outstretched hand holding a two thousand rupee note and instead of taking the cash he grabbed her wrist.
"Guess, who would be lucky tonight?"
"Leave me," he heard a feeble protest which sounded to him, 'please fuck me.' He looked around the empty house once again to be sure and then pulled her soft body into him.
Kunal was watching the drama unfolding before him. Initially he was angry when she brought the guy into the drawing room but soon he became worried that his innocent wife has acted in anger without thinking. He was worried that she might get in trouble with this kind of guy. He just hoped that his wife will realize that it's enough and will end it but he gasped when he saw him grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his strong arms. He saw his wife's petite body being hidden behind the large frame of the delivery guy.
"What are you doing," Neha was surprised, although she was expecting that he will try something. She struggled to free herself but he turned out to be very strong. He immobilized her easily and bending her over the back of the couch he pulled the towel, which was already threatening to fall down.
"Whoooo," he whistled looking at her smooth and creamy body under him.
"Easy..." he moved his hands over her belly and cupped the perfect orbs, one in each hand.
Neha's heart was beating fast, she could feel his arousal on her ass and was getting horny herself. It's been a long time since she felt being wanted by a man so badly. She dug her fingernails into his arms.
"You are out of this world," Tahir gasped and mauled both her tits. He moved his face adjacent to Neha's body and smelled her sweet sent. He planted his thick lips against her soft cheeks and Neha felt overcome with a desire coursing through her body. He traced his lips from her earlobe to her lips and found no resistance now. Pleased with himself Tahir turned her head and kissed her open mouth.
Neha shivered and felt so weak that she would have fallen if Tahir was not grabbing her tightly. She could not believe that she is so aroused, she stole a glance towards the laptop and looked straight into the eye of the camera, she knew that her husband was watching.
"Ugmmm," she groaned and closed her eyes, giving in to the sensations.
Tahir took his time, it's not every day that he gets to have a woman so pristine. He savored the taste of her lips and then moved his mouth to the tempting nipples. He smelled her arousal and started to tease her nipples with his teeth.
Kunal was breathing hard as if he has run a mile, he realized that this ugly man was going to fuck his sweet wife and he could do nothing. The realization hit him hard, the soft lips that use to kiss him so passionately will now be sucked by this man, the beautiful breasts which he used to caress so carefully will be mauled by this man and the stunning body of his wife will be used by this man for his depraved pleasures. The biggest blow to his self-esteem was when he saw her kissing him back eagerly, how can she be enjoying with this repulsive man, who is neither good looking nor socially equal to them.
His sweet wife was now unbuckling this stranger's pants. Tahir was thrilled that she was willing participating.
Neha pulled his underwear down and was thrilled to see Tahir's big circumcised erection. She looked into his eyes stroking the balls and then moved her hand slowly up his thick and solid shaft. She could not help but compare it with her husband's small organ and began to stroke it softly.
"Ahh," Neha moaned as he twisted her nipple painfully between his fingers, "take it easy," but he pinched the soft flesh again and enjoyed her squirming.
"You are too hot to resist!!" Tahir muttered under his breath, "a body like yours needs to be used properly."
Neha giggled, as she began to give in to the sensations of his hard touch, "my husband would be mad if he saw us."
"Where is he," he asked as he turned her over the back of the couch and lift one of her legs up on the edge, her butt crack sprang open and revealed her delicate puckered hole.
"In Delhi," she spoke feeling him rub his thick shaft all over her ass and pussy.
"Poor man has no idea what his naughty wife is doing," he laughed slapping his big dick on her wet pussy.
Kunal could hear every word of it as if he was present in the room and he cringed listening to the conversation. He watched as Tahir nuzzled her tout nipples between his thumb and fingers and how Neha responded by pushing her back into him.
"Ugg... ahh... not too hard," she hummed and kissed him on lips.
Kunal watched blankly the screen as she reached back to guide the huge cock into her dripping unprotected pussy. Kunal could hear his wife's moans of pleasure as Tahir slowly worked his full length into her, he was shocked that she could handle something so big. The moans of pleasure from his wife confirmed that not only can she take it but she was loving it.
This was heaven for Tahir, he has a dream-women under him. He has only seen these types of classy and hot women from a distance and have masturbated imagining about them, but to have one is totally out of this world. He dug his fingers into the plum white flesh of her boobs and enjoyed the painful groans emanating from her. He loved the way she eagerly kissed him back and started to bang her cunt feverously.
"Ahh... ahh... ahh..." Neha moaned with each thrust.
"You are really tight," Tahir murmured, "your husband has not opened you up."
"Ugg... ugg... ugg..." Adita continued to groan.
"Do you like it!!" Tahir spoke banging his entire length in and out of her dripping tight cunt.
"Yessss... fuck me."
He felt like his cock was milked by her pussy and knew that he cannot last long at this pace so he slowed down a bit.
"No... no... don't stop," Neha howled.
"I am not stopping but have to slow down or else I will cum and I don't want to end this so soon."
"Fuck me hard... and cum inside me," she nudged him.
"I don't want it to end."
"Do it..." she pushed her ass into him, "fuck me harder... I am so near... if you want we can do it again."
Tahir was thrilled to hear this and started to bang her in earnest.
"Yeahhhh... yessss..." she closed her eyes and was lost into it, "cum in my pussy... fil me up."
"Yess," Tahir grabbed her waist and pumped
Both of them cum almost simultaneously and Tahir filled her cunt with his load. The things then cooled down a bit.
Kunal was panting looking at both of them now cuddled on the couch.
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Neha pulled a gown over her nude body and watched Tahir still spread on the couch. He was looking meaningfully towards her as he was promised another round and was thinking whether to start now or wait for some more time.
Neha glanced towards his dark body and could not believe what she had just done. She knew that he is looking at her in anticipation of more and it made her feel slutty, she glanced at the black monster resting on his thigh and realized how big it looked even though it was not erect.
"What are you looking at," she felt shy when she found him looking mischievously towards her.
"Come here," he gestured towards the couch, "this time I am not letting you off so easily."
"Shut up," she felt strange sensations gripping her, "first go and wash yourself." She then pushed him to the bathroom for a shower.
While he was gone she glanced towards the laptop and thought about her husband, 'is he still watching?' she thought. She didn't want to face him as yet so she didn't touch the laptop. Suddenly she remembers something and picked up her mobile and got out of the site of webcam. She logged on to her home security system which they have installed to monitor the maid at their Delhi home. She checked the living room feed and found the maid with her son and also saw her mother sitting on the sofa.
'Ohh mom is visiting," she remembered that she was to visit today. Then she changed the cam to their bedroom and was surprised to note that it was empty, Kunal was not on the bed nor was there any laptop as she saw just few minutes back Kunal sitting on the bed chatting with her. Then suddenly she noticed the bed spread and realized, "Ohh my god, he was never here."
She glanced towards the bathroom and found that Tahir was still inside, she quickly walked towards the spare guest room and opened the door. There he was, sitting on the bed with the laptop in front of him.
She stared at him, while he was a bit shocked to see her.
"So, you were here all this time," she spoke bitterly and closed the door as she walked towards him. Kunal looked at her miserably. Both of them silently looked at each other for some time.
"You enjoyed watching."
"Why... why you did it," his voice was shaking, "I didn't really mean what I said... I was not thinking."
"Now I know that you didn't mean that I was cheating... you wished that I was cheating," she chewed each word as she speaks.
"You wanted me to have sex with other man..."
"No...no..." he mumbled.
"Yes," she spoke strongly, "you are a cuckold... you sat here and watched and never step out to stop me."
He didn't speak and looked down while Neha walked near and stood beside the bed. She put her fingers in his hairs and started to stroke them. Both of them stayed quite while she opened the gown from front and let his head rest on her navel.
Kunal smelled the sweet odor of fresh sex from her body and started kissing her belly, first hesitantly and then feverously. He caressed the tender skin on her boobs and sucked softly the nipples, like a baby. She felt his tongue lapping at her skin and inching towards her legs.
She grabbed his hairs and stopped him, "Not now," she spoke firmly, "he is waiting for more... you have to spend the night in this room only and I will keep the laptop at the right place for you to watch."
She pushed him back on the bed and came out. She found that Tahir was still in bathroom. She tilted the laptop towards the bathroom door and walked boldly towards it.
She opened the door and found him in the jacuzzi enjoying the hot water, she took out her gown and stepped in.
"What is taking you so long."
"You have so many amazing things in your bathroom, shower, tub, jet spray, I was enjoying them."
"What about me," she joined him and caressed the semi erect cock.
"Mmmm... you are the best," the cock rapidly started to inflate.
She was more confidante now, she sat on the edge of the bathtub and pulled him closer.
"Now its time to taste this," she caressed the balls looking up into his eyes.
"Ahmm..." he once again thanked his stars and looked at the sweet wife attempting to engulf his huge cock.
Ravi took the elevator for his apartment at the twenty first floor. As he punched the keys another white European women entered the lift, wearing a wet bikini. She punched the eighteenth floor and started rubbing her wet hairs with the towel hung over her shoulder. Ravi gawked her curvaceous body and watched her ample ass barely covered by the tiny bikini bottom.
"You must be a regular swimmer," he commented.
"Ahmm... No... Swims sometimes when I am free," she smiled.
"But your perfect body tells me that you are..."
She laughed out loud at the complement and Ravi also grinned. Soon they reached the eighteenth floor and bid good bye.
"Hey!! You look tired," Rita, his wife spoke as he entered his flat.
"Just a long day at work, but don't worry I am refreshed once I look at your lovely face," he smiled.
"Daddy," his five year old son rushed to him, "come I will show you my new workbook," he was all excited as he has recently started kindergarten.
"Sid..." Rita chided, "He is tired, let your daddy relax."
Ravi settled down on the sofa and took his shoes off while Sid continued to show him his work.
"What is this!!" Rita shouted at Ravi, "remove your socks from the table and put your shoes back on the rack."
"Ok... Ok... I am taking them away," he smiled sheepishly. Rita went inside the kitchen murmuring.
Ravi and Rita were married for eight year and were settled in Singapore for the last seven years. Both have degrees in Architecture and while Ravi was working as a Senior Manger at a construction company, Rita has given up her career to be a full time mom. After the birth of Sid she resigned from her job at Chang and Boon Architecture firm however she still continues to do designing job for them by working from home. She planned to start work once Sid is old enough to go to school. She is right now happy with the part time 'work from home' arrangement.
Both of them met at collage in Mumbai doing Architecture together. It was not a love at first sight, they fought a lot during the first year at collage but later as the destiny had it they fell in love. After completion of degree Ravi joined a firm in Mumbai and they decided to get married. After one year Ravi got a good break in Singapore and now they are well settled, even planning for a second child.
Rita was a cute looking woman and at the age of 29 also she looked like a teenager due to her baby face. She had a slim body with long and slender legs which looks ever longer with a good height of 168 cm. After the birth of her son she got back in perfect shape of 32B 28 and 36 very quickly by following strict diet and excising schedule. The short hairs and spectacles made her look alluring. She always got attention from men and she enjoyed it but never let the things get out of limits.
"How was your day," Ravi asked as Rita was getting ready for the bed and Sid was already sleeping in his room.
"Ahmm... nothing special, I went for shopping with Deepa in the afternoon, then picked up Sid from school, since then was busy with him at home... you tell me why you are late today," she spoke.
"Was busy with a new client, showing him the drawings and all," he replied lazily, "how is Deepa and her husband doing, long time we have not got together."
"Yeah, we will draw out some plan during the weekend," she slipped beside him and found Ravi settling down comfortably for a good night sleep. She stared him meaningfully.
He smiled and held her hands, "Honey I am very tired today." Rita sighed and kissed his cheeks, "Good night darling."
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Ravi just finished his presentation to the client and picked up his mobile, he was late again and wanted to call Rita. He was frustrated to see that the phone was dead due to low battery. He smiled towards the secretary in the client's office and asked her if he could use her land line. She asked him to use one of the office phones on the other desk. He dialled his wife's mobile and waited for the answer.
"Hello... hello..." he heard her voice along with lot of other noises.
"Hi darling it's me."
"Hello... who is this..." she seems to be not getting his voice clearly. Must be in the market he thought.
"Sweet heart it's me," he spoke loudly and saw that the secretary was glancing towards him; he lowered his voice, "Darling..."
"Wrong number," she hung up the phone. "Shit," he cursed loudly but then remembers he was in his client's office so he redialled and spoke softly.
"Hey, don't hung up the phone," the line was still not clear and there was lot of noise on the other end.
"Why not, what do you want," she still could not recognise the voice and thought it was a prank call.
"I am your husband calling, sweet heart," he spoke with lot of patience.
"My husband is with me so don't make a fool of yourself and get lost," she replied still considering it a prank call. He looked at the receiver helplessly.
"Ohh... darling don't break my heart... you can't marry again," he spoke in a mocking voice. She giggled then hung the phone. Ravi put back the phone and didn't try again. He said thanks to the secretary and get back in the meeting room.
He returned late in the evening and found Rita in the kitchen, "change quickly and come to the dining table I have cooked rice 'pulav' today," she spoke in a busy manner.
"You know some idiot called me today, telling me that he is my husband," Rita spoke during the dinner.
"Ohh is that so, then what did you do," he smiled knowing who that idiot is but played along.
"Nothing, I bashed at him and cut the line," she spoke. Ravi wanted to tell her that it was him trying to call her but then he decided to have some fun.
"Too bad you must have broken his heart, you could have talked with him," he mocked.
"Yeah that is what he was saying that I broke his heart," she laughed out loud. Ravi also laughed and an idea started to form shape in his mind.
Sitting in his cabin the next afternoon he was fiddling with the SIM card in his hand. He had an extra SIM card which he uses to give to his overseas guests during their stay in Singapore for keeping in contact. After some though, he inserted the extra SIM card into his mobile which can hold two SIMs at a time. He called his wife using this new SIM so that she cannot find out who is calling.
Ravi use to participate in college dramas and was good at mimicking different voices. He can change his voice and knew that Rita could not recognize it over phone.
"Please don't hung up, it's me we talked yesterday," as soon as he heard her hello he spoke in a most polite and heavy voice with a South Indian accent.
"Sorry but I don't know, who is this," she spoke.
"Well let me introduce myself, I am Hari Krishnan, I called you yesterday and there was some misunderstanding, I didn't know but I called a wrong number and though that my girl friend is playing trick on me," he spoke.
"Ohh, so it's you," Rita spoke, "why have you called now."
"Umm... I realised later about my mistake and wanted to apologize for my rude behaviour... I am truly sorry," he continued to speak in an appeasing voice.
"It's OK, misunderstanding happens sometime," she spoke.
"Thanks a lot for understanding, by the way are you an Indian too, because you sounded like one."
"Yeah, I am Indian," she wanted to end the conversation but he dragged on.
"Good to hear that, I can make out from that lovely voice, I am Hari and you..."
"I am Rita and married and have kid and it's time for me to pick up my son from school... so thanks for calling... I have to go."
"Yeah Ok... I understand and I am truly sorry for yesterday and want to make up for it... can I offer you a coffee."
"Wow... I don't even know you and you are asking me out on a coffee... I have already told you I am happily married so I hope you will understand and leave it like that."
"Common!! I am not asking you out on a date."
"Enough... I hope I won't hear from you again," she hung up the phone.
She has no clue that it was me; Ravi smiled and was happy to have this little fun with his wife. He knew she won't just start affair with any stranger on the phone but still he felt proud of himself. He felt elated the rest of the day. As soon as he entered his apartment in the evening Rita got hold of him.
"You know that idiot called again," she was animated.
"Which idiot!!" Ravi pretended innocence and Rita narrated the whole conversation.
"I want to complain in police how can he flirt with me," she was agitated.
"Woow... Woo... take it easy darling," he tried to calm her down, "did he threatened you, did he used any vulgar words." She shook her head.
"Then why you want to take such a drastic step on that poor fellow," he spoke.
"Poor fellow!!" she snarled, "he was trying to flirt with your wife."
"You are such a sweet girl anyone would like to flirt with you," he tried to flatter her, "Ok... ok... don't get mad," he laughed, "if he tried to call again and you feel that it must be reported then we both will go to the police and he will be nabbed, police are very efficient in Singapore."
She nodded and Ravi took a sigh of relief but he was not worried because he knew that in case she really gets pissed off then he can always disclose everything to her. He didn't call next day as he did not want her to get pissed off thinking that he is stalking her. After the gap of one day he called her again.
"It's you again, why are you calling me," she was angry.
"Please don't get mad, I feel very stupid that I wanted to apologize to you instead created more misunderstandings," he spoke.
"You have no need to call me again, I don't have any misunderstanding and please understand one thing that if you call me again I will report it to police and don't you think that you can hide anywhere in Singapore."
"I understand that and I am not hiding, you have my number and I work for Chang and Chang law firm at 141 Robinson Road... I am a lawyer... you can check... I know law better than you and I know if you report I would be in big trouble but still I am taking this risk because I know I am not a stalker and I mean no harm to you."
"Then why are you calling me again and again."
"Well I can't stand that I have pissed off a sweet girl because of my stupidity of asking her out for a coffee and being misunderstood for a stalker for that," he spoke making it look like a very stupid thing on her part to think like this.
"Ok," she spoke in a soft voice now, "you have clarified that and I understood."
"Good... so now we are friends and I can call you again without the fear of being reported to cops," he laughed.
"Common!!"
"Ok... ok... just kidding, have a nice day," he hung up looking satisfied.
At home Rita narrated the entire thing to Ravi. He laughed, "so now you have dropped the idea of reporting it to cops."
"I have not dropped it, just deferred it, because I am having a feeling that he will call again and will definitely try to flirt with me," she looked determined and Ravi was happy as well as annoyed on how difficult it is to have some naughty fun with her.
Ravi continued to call her after giving a gap of two or three days and managed to survive her wrath by his sugar coated talks. He was getting frustrated the things were not moving in the manner he thought it should. She was totally faithful and uses to tell him every word of the conversation. Ravi was extremely happy that she is such a loving and faithful wife but to have some fun she needs to be naughty. He can't tell her to be playful with the caller as she will immediately smell something fishy.
However he continued to call her and hoped she will open up with him on the phone. He became so used to the changed voice that now he felt no difficulty in switching, it came to him naturally. Slowly and steadily he was gaining her confidence and the conversations got longer and the narration in the evening got shorter. Then one evening she didn't mention about the conversation at all. Ravi didn't ask and a week passed she didn't talked anything about Hari. During the week he called her almost every day and every time he switched to Hari he felt his ego boosted as he was able to seduce a faithful wife. He continued to work on his agenda and with each passing day she opened up more and more to him, talking about friends, family, her husband and sex.
"Rita, what happened to your friend Hari, haven't called for a while," Ravi spoke one night when they were in bed.
"Ohh... him... he called once few days back, nothing important to tell... I guess he understood that he is not getting anywhere with me so he stopped bothering," she giggled.
She is lying on his face and so confidently, almost believable, if he was not the one calling he could not have guessed otherwise. He felt sick at heart; Oh god. He managed to fake out a smile and then turned away from her to hide his feelings.
"Congratulation!! You have successfully created an evil twin of yourself, an alter ego," Ravi spoke to himself. Suddenly he laughed; he is the one who was working so hard on making her naughty. He wanted this to happen so badly, so what is wrong now, she is playing along. He was not able to sleep properly the thought that some Hari, a South Indian lawyer, has managed to seduced his wife was evoking strange feelings inside him, even though he knew that this Hari is none other but him. He glanced towards her and found her sleeping peacefully. So much of innocence on her sweet round face, he never thought she could fell for someone else even though that other person is his own shadow. This has to end, he thought, but first let me see how far it can go. Can she go to the extent of fucking him? He looked at her bosom rising and falling as she breath, the soft boobs partially visible. He felt his cock twitch and came to full erection. He moved closer to her and pulled her into his embrace.
He started to kiss all over her face and pushed his hand inside her bra. Rita squirmed still deep in sleep. He gripped the flesh in his hand and started to squeeze hard, digging his nails.
"Ummm..." Rita winced in pain and opened her eyes finding him all over her.
"Ahhh... what happened," she was surprised by the sudden aggression but he was not listening. He harshly pinched the nipples and sucked her lips.
"Take out your knickers," he panted. Rita giggled as his hard cock rubbed at her thighs.
"Oh my god, what made you so horny?" She whispered and quickly pulled out her night gown and knickers. He didn't answered and spread her legs wide.
"Ahhh, take it easy," she cried out as he pushed the entire length in one stroke.
"Ayee Mummy...ah...uggg... no," she groaned loudly as he started to bang her furiously. He didn't last long and pumped his load deep inside her.
She cuddled close and put her head on his chest, "What happened huh... dreaming of some porn star."
He kissed her forehead and before rolling over, whispered, "I love you."
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Next few days Ravi didn't call, he was struggling between the emotions of being a macho man seducing a prim & proper wife and a poor husband whose wife was ready to betray him. It was lunch hour but as he was not feeling hungry he stayed back in his office. Suddenly his mobile rang and he saw his wife was calling. He was about to take the call when he realised that the call was on his second SIM meaning she is calling Hari. He froze for few seconds, this is the first time she had called, and absentmindedly he answered the phone.
"Hey!! Where have you been," Rita's cheerful voice brought him out of his trance.
"Hi, how you doing," he was into the character.
"Long time you have not called so I was wondering if everything is fine."
"Everything is fine I was totally tied up with a new case," he spoke feeling the excitement creeping in, "I was missing your sweet voice." He heard her laugh at the other end.
"You are a smart talk," she giggled, "I hope I am not disturbing you at office."
"Not at all this is my lunch hour; I hope you could give company to me."
"Yeah... you wish."
"Common!! It's been more than one month since we became friends and I haven't even seen your face, maybe you are ugly," he provoked her.
"Yeah, you are right I am ugly," she laughed, "Ok seriously... you are my phone friend, a faceless friend and I want it to remain like that, sometimes meeting may not be a good idea."
"Ok we can do that; we can meet each other and still remain unknown."
"How is that possible?"
"We can meet on this Friday, 31st October, the Halloween night... you can dress as a cat women and I can dress as a batman," he explained.
"What is this?"
"It's a Halloween party and the masks can keep us unknown."
"Great imagination," she laughed.
"It's possible and if you feel comfortable we can take our masks off, we can have some fun at the party," he spoke.
"Humm... let me think... you know I have a son and husband... do you want me to bring my husband along," she giggled.
"I don't mind as long as he doesn't stop us from having some fun," he spoke in a mischievous tone.
"You dirty mind, what do you mean by fun?"
"Ohh, nothing just some dancing," he chuckled.
"I don't know, I think we should avoid meeting," she continued to play 'hard to get.'
After the conversation Rita put down the phone, she had an evil grin on her face, "He thinks I don't recognize my husband's voice, huh... having wild imaginations," she giggled. Humming her favourite song she opened her laptop and adjusted her specs to look for a store selling Halloween costumes.
Ravi was trembling with excitement, for last few days he was planning to ask her out in such a manner that he can continue the game and Halloween was a nice idea. He was surprised that she agreed so easily, he has no idea that Rita already knew his little secret.
He has already chosen the venue at beach side of Sentosa Island. It was a perfect place, large gathering and paid party organized by the Zaman bar. He immediately opened the net to buy two tickets online and arranged to get one delivered to his wife.
In the evening Rita casually asked him about his plans for the Halloween night and he told her a story of being busy with the client as it a working day for him. She told him that she is going out with one of her friends at a Halloween party, he never showed any interest in finding out which friend as he already knew where she is planning to go.
"By the way what costume you are wearing," he asked.
"I am planning to be Cat Woman."
"Woo... you would look killer in that dress... ask your friend to click a pic of you for me."
"Yeah sure, but it would be fun if you could join," she spoke.
"Yeah, sorry darling but we can go out of Saturday."
She nodded and the conversation ended with both of them thinking of being smarter than each other.
Friday evening Rita arranged for neighbours daughter as a baby sitter for Sid. She wore the Cat Women outfit, a tight black leather pant, leather blouse and long leather boots. She has chosen shoes with low heels as she was tall enough to give complex to any men. The tight pants hugged around her curvaceous bottom and the blouse barely reached her flat abdomen. She glanced in the mirror and was amazed to find how provocative the dress looked on her slim and slender figure. The blouse revealing an enticing cleavage. She was satisfied with the outfit and then wrapped the mask around her eyes and found that it's impossible to wear the mask with her specs.
"Hell!! I have to take off my specs to wear this," she put back the mask in her purse and decided to wear it at the party. After giving all the instructions to the baby sitter and asking Sid to behave, she left for the party.
The party was at Siloso beach at Santosa Island and Ravi knew the spot very well. Just opposite the beach was a narrow trail climbing upto the Tiger Hill through a dense jungle of bamboo and other bushes. It was a trekking path leading to the top of the Tiger Hill where other attractions of the Island were located and at night it was seldom used. Ravi had that place in his mind to have some fun if the things worked correctly.
They had planned to meet around 9 O Clock in the night and Rita reached early to the beach finding it flooded with people in various costumes. She was hit upon by several guys as she mingled with the crowd but she evaded each one of them and went around the area. The area was dimly lit and she realised that it would not be easy to find the 'batman' especially with her specs off.
She started to feel nervous as she thought about why she is in this party all by herself, will everything go as per plan and what her husband has in mind when he said about having fun. She squeezed past the crowd and suddenly saw the 'batman' slowly swaying to the music.
Ravi was franticly waiving for taxi in the street trying to jump the queue as the taxi stand had a long line of people waiting. He saw no point getting into that line because it's rush hour as well as festive time so finally after he was not able to grab a taxi, he reluctantly boarded the bus.
Rita went near the 'batman' and was surprised that he looked totally different or 'is it because I am not wearing my specs' she thought. She moved right in front of him and as their eyes met she smiled. He saw a beautiful girl in a sexy cat woman outfit standing right in front of him and smiling!! He smiled back, if he has met her somewhere before but found no resemblance to anyone know, 'what the heck'. He feasted his eyes on the long and slender legs, the leather pants tightly hugging and accentuating her round ass, the flat and soft abdomen with deep belly button. He shouted something of a greeting or a hello which was not heard over the loud music. As Rita got closer he pulled her into his arms and started to sway to the music.
Rita felt goose bumps as he pulled her tightly against him and moved a hand on her flesh just above the edge of the pant. The naughtiness of the situation turned her on and she moved her arms around his shoulders. The eagerness with which she clings to him surprises the stranger but he was not complaining. He danced keeping her close and slowly started to explore her hot body. He was encouraged when he saw her luscious lips painted in red were stretched into a smile. The red hot lips invited him and he supported her head with one hand and placed his mouth over them.
Rita leaned into him and opened her mouth letting him slip his tongue inside. He kept her head pinned and kissed eagerly as if afraid she might push him back. She felt his palm over her abdomen and sucked in air as the thumb explored the belly button. He quickly slipped his palm between the slight opening he got between his stomach and tight pants. She clutched her legs tightly as he reached over her pussy mound and struggled to free her mouth.
"No... no..." she panted and tried to push him. She looked around in horror and found no one paying any attention to them, but she continued to struggle. He put his ear near to her mouth to understand what she was saying.
"Not here... no...so many people around," she caught hold of his hand. He nodded and pulled his hand out and went back to kissing her.
Ravi cursed the traffic as the bus moved at a snail's pace. He glanced at his watch it was quarter to nine, 'I will make it on time' he thought. He changed the bus for Sentosa and at exactly nine he was at the beach. He walked quickly and saw the trail leading to the Tiger Hill almost hidden in dark and deserted, he smiled. Suddenly he notices a couple walking on the trail and disappearing in the dark. He got a glimpse only and wasn't sure if the pair were also dressed as batman and cat woman, 'bastard stole my idea' he giggled, 'no worry there is enough space in the bushes.'
With one hand around Rita's waist he walked her deep into the trail, the music could still be heard loud but was not disturbing. She leaned herself onto him and walked in the bushes. She was excited and knew what they are here for. As soon as he found a comfortable place he turned her facing towards him. He softly kissed her lips and started to unbutton her blouse. She trembled and looked around nervously as one by one he took off all her clothes and threw them behind her in a heap. It was a hot night and the breeze from the sea felt good on her naked body. He pushed her down on her knees.
It was so kinky having sex in open, she had a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. He didn't need to ask she felt for his zipper in the dark and pulled it down. The cock was hard and she heard him groan softly as she wrapped the girth in her hand, with one hand she rubbed the entire length and with other she fondled the balls. She kissed the bottom and flicked her tongue over the wrinkled skin of his sack. She inhaled the manly musk emanating from the cock and rubbed it over her face. Rita heard his groans as she kissed and rubbed it over her cheek and mouth. He spread his legs wide to balance himself and then held her head with both hands pulling it over his cock. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the head between her lips.
"AHHH... SHHH...Oh my god... you are incredible," he moaned and bucked "take it..." Rita felt it swell in her mouth and fill her completely; she never felt it that big. She stuck her tongue out and pushed her head down to take more of it inside her mouth. More than half of the length slipped inside her mouth when he started to guide her head up and down. Rita slurped as if trying to suck nectar out of it.
Suddenly Rita froze as she heard some voices. A couple of guys were walking through the trail talking loudly. She tried to pull out but he kept her head pinned. She nervously listened as the voices faded and relaxed. As soon as they were far away he pulled her up.
"No... no... Please it's dangerous... Someone might see us," she was concerned but he ignored her and turned her around grabbing the soft mounds on her chest from behind. He felt the tout nipples with his thumbs and rubbed his palm over the pink areolas. She gasped for air as he squeezed them hard. He pinched the nipples and pulled the boobs until she started to cry out.
"Ahhh, nooo, not so hard," she grabbed his hands but he continued with his attack on her boobs till he was satisfied and then pushed her on the ground and kneeled between her thighs. He grabbed her slender legs and raised them wide and high. Her sweet pussy was exposed glistering in her juices. He moved his palm over her flat stomach and traced it down over the neatly trimmed pubic hairs and onto the pussy lips.
"AHHM..." she grunted as the hard fingers spread the lips and rubbed the clit. He grabbed his erection in one hand and lined it against the opening.
"Are you ready," he asked rubbing it on her labia.
"UHMM... MAHH... push it in," she spoke bucking her hips. He eased his huge bulbous head onto the soft and moist pussy lips. She wailed as the tip pushed its way inside, her eyes widened as it started to stretch her pussy like never before. He took his time and let her get used to it before thrusting it inside in small strokes.
"Ahh, Mummy..." she squealed as the entire cock impaled her. He kept her legs on his shoulder and started to thrust in slow and long strokes.
Ravi wandered in the crowd looking for Rita but he could not even find a single girl dress as a cat women. He looked at his watch it was fifteen minutes past nine and wondered if she was late. He decided to give her a call.
"Ugg... Ugg... Ugg... Ugg... Ugg... Ugg..." Rita was feeling the big cock reaching deep inside her. Her eyes were half closed in ecstasy when she heard the familiar ring of her mobile. Instinctively her head turned toward her left where her phone was lying. The screen was lit up and the name 'HARI' was clearly visible. It took few seconds to register in her mind what it meant. She watched the screen in disbelief and then to the man banging her pussy.
She moved her hand towards his face but could not reach him, "Remove your mask," she spoke breathlessly. Without hesitation the man removed his mask and Rita saw a face came into view. A man of probably a European ethnicity, long face and hard jaws, as if the man is regularly hitting the gym. It was confirmed as he removed the dress covering his upper body, revealing a broad and muscular chest. He clenched her ankles tightly and continued to drive his cock deep into her.
Her mind went blank and she gasped for air feeling her lungs bursting. She kicked her legs in agony, her face was a mix of pain and shame. She felt so exposed and vulnerable with her legs spread and this man thrusting in and out of her. She realized in horror that she was grunting in pleasure with each thrust. Her pussy sending waves and waves of pleasure inside her body and in spite of knowing how wrong it is she was not able to control the waves of pleasure. Fireworks started to explode inside her pussy.
This was more than enough to set her off the edge, she clinched her fist and screamed as she had the orgasm of her life.
"Yeah baby... cum for me sweetie," he looked pleased with himself. He brought her legs down from her shoulder and spread his body over her. He grabbed her under his huge muscular body and started to hammer hard, his cock slipping in and out easily. As Rita's orgasm subsided her breathing returned to normal. She looked upon the man over her and knew she cannot move until he finishes. She hated herself for having such a huge orgasm with this man.
"Who are you?" she asked in a laboured voice but he didn't listen, she repeated her question louder this time and by grabbing his hairs.
"I am Richard," he panted, "this is hardly the time for introductions."
"Where is my husband," she felt she will start crying.
He gripped her soft breasts in his palms and pulled them, "Forget him... I am here your love," he grunted loudly and increased his pace.
"Please... please... don't cum in me," suddenly she realized that he was about to cum in her pussy. She grabbed his hairs and shook him, "take it out... don't cum in my pussy."
"I am going to fill your pussy like you have never filled before," he squeezed her boobs making her squirm in pain.
"Please... we are planning to have a baby and I am fertile, please," she begged.
He reluctantly slowed down and looked into his eyes, finally after giving a few long thrusts he pulled out, "happy now."
He quickly straddled her and placed his cock onto her lips.
"Noooo," she was aghast.
"What no," he looked angry, "you know lady that I also need to cum."
"Yeah, you can cum on my tits," she pleaded.
"Shut up and open your mouth or is it to be your pussy?"
She pleaded with him but he was firm, "quickly tell me what it would be your pussy or mouth." She resigned knowing that she cannot stop him and he happily drove his glistering cock inside her mouth.
"Suck it," he held the back of her head and pushed deeper. She rolled her tongue around it and sucked hard by pulling in her cheeks as she wanting to end it quickly.
"Ahhh...Mmmm, you are good," he moaned thrusting his groin. The cock reaching the back of her throat causing her to pull back but he thrust again.
"Do it... do it..." he murmured picking up a rhythm in fucking her mouth. She felt the cock swell in her mouth and twitched. Suddenly without warning the first jism of cum hit the back of her throat as he grunted loudly. She closed her eyes and clinched her fist hard as jism after jism of hot cum was splashed inside her mouth. He kept her head in place until the last drop was spent.
As soon as he let her go she looked for her clothes and started getting dressed. She couldn't find her panties but she didn't want to waste any minute longer so she wore her dress and almost ran out of the bushes.
Ravi was getting anxious as she was not taking his calls. He was getting worried when he saw her climb down from the Tiger Hill trail. She was in cat women dress, the mask in her hand and she was rushing towards the exit. He sensed something was wrong; he rushed behind her and shouted her name but she didn't listen. As he rushed passed the Tiger Hill trail he saw a man walking out from the same direction from where Rita rushed out. He stopped in his tracks and remembered the couple he saw earlier. He stepped towards the man and found him too in a batman costume. His heart palpitated for the fear of unimaginable.
As the man got closer he saw he had a panty in his hand which he was toying. He feared the worse but just hope against hope; he needed to know what happened. He suppressed his feelings and smiled at him.
"Had fun," he enquired.
He had a broad grin over his face as he showed him the panties, "She was looking for her husband... fucking stupid, can't imagine we still have such dumb ass bimbos in town," he laughed. Ravi felt a rage building inside him as he realised what could have happened.
"You son of a bitch," he jumped on him and landed a punch onto his jaws. He was taken aback by the sudden attack and fell back. He looked at the raging man towering above him in a batman dress and realised.
"Oh my god YOU ARE THE HUSBAND," he cannot suppress his smile which further enraged Ravi. He rushed to beat the shit out of him but he was ready now and as he swung the punch he easily avoided it and instead landed a blow just below his left eye. He was in great shape and probably knew how to fight, he easily countered him and before Ravi could realise what hit him he was lying on the ground clutching his stomach. He kicked him once more making sure he understands who the boss is.
"I am not at fault you idiot, she came onto me," he shouted. Ravi rolled on the ground in pain. He waited for few minutes and when Ravi didn't get up to fight he left for the beach. Ravi gathered himself somehow and rushed home, enduring the double pain of humiliation and beating that he received.
He entered the flat and found Rita sitting in the drawing room sofa. The baby sitter already left and Sid was sleeping in his room. He slumped in front of her on the floor and looked at her trying to get her reaction. He didn't know what to say.
"Did you enjoy it dear," she spoke in a cool and calm voice. He was confused what is she saying.
"What do you mean," he spoke in broken voice.
"I said did you watch the whole fucking or you missed it," her voice was sarcastic now.
"I don't know what you are saying."
"Ohh dear... now I have to explain... was it not you who was calling me every day trying to seduce me as a stranger."
He nodded.
"Did you think I would be fooled and fall for a stranger," she raised her voice.
"No darling it was just for some innocent fun," he manages to speak.
"I also thought so, that is why I went there thinking it would be you behind that batman costume, but you send someone else to fuck me while you watched and jerk off, you dirty swine," she shouted shaking with rage.
Ravi was taken aback, "no... no... that is not what I wanted, I was supposed to be there but I got late and you went with... with that man," he was on the verge of crying.
"You have fooled me," she sobbed, "tricked me into this... if you wanted something like this you should have the guts to talk to me."
"No darling... you are mistaken it was just because of similar costumes... I didn't trick you," he moved closer to her to comfort her but she backed off.
"Don't you dare touch me," she shouted in a tone which frightened him. He looked at her begging, trying to make her understand but she sat on the chair sobbing.
"He fucked me," she broke down, tears flowing down her cheeks. Ravi felt helpless she was not even allowing him to touch her.
"He cum in my mouth," she continued to wail, "and my husband watched all this, letting him use my body."
He felt as if punched in the guts. He cannot bring himself to hear what she was talking. He shook his head helplessly unable to make her understand. He felt disgust at himself, he blames himself for all this and wanted to comfort her in any way possible, somehow let her know that he loves her and has not tricked her, but she was not listening. All her pleading went to deaf ears, after all he cannot blame her for not believing in him as he was the one who was faking the voice and trying to fool her since months. He kept on pleading with her and she kept on crying.
"Ok... enough," suddenly she raised her hand, "I believe you, it was a mistaken identity, so you don't know this man and you have not send him to fuck me." He nodded quickly.
"I know him his name is Richard," Rita spoke, "so you don't know any man named Richard."
He thought hard and remembered no Richard, "no I don't know anyone named Richard."
"But I am sure if you have sent him then you must know him and you must be having his mobile number stored in your mobile," she stood up, "hand me over your mobile."
Ravi happily handed her his mobile, "you can check there is no Richard in my contacts."
"Let us see," she opened the search and typed 'Richard' while Ravi waited in trepidation. She smiled and turned the screen towards him. He almost fell on the floor when he saw a contact named Richard saved in his mobile.
"No baby... it can't be," he felt the room spinning; "I don't know any Richard."
She walked quickly towards the kitchen leaving a confused Ravi on the floor. She came back almost immediately and was carrying a large meat cutting knife. Ravi was terrified seeing the knife in her hand.
"Please put it down," he was barely able to speak in an audible voice.
"Shut up and sit down," she put the knife on her throat.
"No... no... please," Ravi was horrified.
"I want to kill myself," she cried.
"But before that I want to know the truth," she shouted, "I want you to do as I say or I will kill myself."
"Yes... I will do as you say... please put down the knife," he was trembling and could not understand what is happening.
"I want you to call this guy, from your mobile and tell him that everything went fine with your wife and she wants to meet you again tonight."
Ravi looked at her in surprise.
"Everything will be clear now," she sobbed but then controlled herself, "let me tell you if you try to act smart or try to convey anything to him, I will surly kill myself.'
Rita dialled the number and put the phone on speaker.
"Talk to him as I said, no more no less," she instructed again.
"Hello," the voice came over the speaker as the call connected.
"Hello," Ravi answered in a confused manner.
"Hi, Ravi how you doing," cheerful voice of Richard.
He fumbled and looked confused but when Rita showed the knife again he quickly spoke, "everything went fine with Rita, she is very happy and wants to see you again tonight."
"Ohh Wow!! That is great, I will be there in no time," he answered and cut the phone. Ravi stared blankly towards the mobile, he could not believe, everything seemed so surreal. He saw a broad smile on her face as if saying "didn't I say that."
"Well let me get ready for him," she smiled and went to the bedroom. Ravi sat on the floor unable to understand anything, how this Richard's contact is in his mobile and who is this Richard, the same person who met him at the Tiger Hill trail. He sat there dazed.
After sometime the door bell rang, he lifted his head and saw Rita emerged from the bedroom dressed in a babydoll lingerie and a flimsy night gown over it. He remembered he bought it for her on their last anniversary. She has washed her face and applied some makeup too. She went on to open the door and he saw Richard walked in. He recognised him as the same person who has earlier fucked his wife. He couldn't find any strength in him to get up yet alone fight him away.
"Hi," he cheerfully shouted before sitting on the sofa opposite to him. Rita stood there like a winner staring at Ravi who looked like a small kid lost in the woods.
"There was no need to do such an elaborate planning and playing tricks, you could have asked me," Rita spoke in a soft voice however her eyes were burning with rage as she caressed Ravi's head. She then pushed him resting his back on the couch, "relax and enjoy the show."
Ravi squirmed and tried to get up but Rita gave him a long and hard stare, "No Rita, please ... don't do this... you know I have not done anything wrong," Ravi was on the verge of crying.
"You have done everything, you have tricked me and now you have to watch this," she spoke in a firm voice and then bent down as if hugging him and whispered into his ears, "remember I have the knife hidden below the sofa and I SWEAR... I will kill myself if you even move an inch from here."
She walked towards Richards as Ravi watched helplessly not knowing what to do. He was in a state of shock and was unable to understand why all this is happening to him.
Rita looked at Richard and was hesitant for a moment rethinking about what she is about to do, then she gathered herself and took out her gown and threw it near Ravi. She walked over to him in just a flimsy panty and a matching bra, she spread her legs and straddled on his lap facing him.
"Don't you dare touch her," Ravi shouted.
"Just now you called me and said that everything is fine," Richard looked at him as if surprised, "Ohh... Ok," as if he understood, "first time you will have this kind of anxious moments... but relax everything will be fine... you will have such an experience that you will never forget and besides you are already a cuckold."
His calling him cuckold broke something in his heart and he slumped back still looking at them with the blood shot eyes.
Richard put an arm around her and caressed her smooth back and moved his hands over her lovely lips.
"Mmmm... Isn't she just adorable," he cooed, "she needs to be loved by a real man... you are doing the right thing," he glanced towards Ravi, "she deserves the best." He pulled her head and placed his mouth over her lips for a passionate kiss.
Ravi shut his eyes tightly, unable to bear it. He shut the eyes so tightly that it started to hurt and he opened it hoping that it is all just a bad dream and when he opens his eyes all of it would be gone. But he saw Rita bent over him kissing him with all she got, his one hand was roaming at her back and was slowly slipping inside her panty exploring the ass crack. He could not hold it any longer.
"Bastard," he shouted and rushed towards them as a madman. As he approached towards them with a tight fist, Richard pushed Rita to one side and grabbed his attacking arm. Ravi tried to fight with him but he easily immobilised him by twisting his arm around. He pushed him back to his corner and before he knew his one wrist was handcuffed. Richard pulled him and secured the other end of the cuff to the sofa leg. Ravi was baffled, he tried hard against the cuffs but was unable to do anything, obscenities started to flow from his mouth.
"It happens for the first timers, have to be ready," he smiled, "one day you will thank me for this," he spoke to Ravi who replied by another obscenity.
"Behave yourself," Rita admonishes him like a mother to his child.
Richard grabbed her in his arms, "sorry for the interruption," she giggled slipping into his arms. He quickly bends her over the sofa turning her ass towards Ravi and pulled her panty down. He grabbed both the cheeks in his hands and started playing with them, squeezing them, pulling them and spreading them to expose the puckered hole. All the while Rita wiggled her ass and laughed, encouraged him to be rough.
'Smack' He landed a hard slap onto the soft cheeks.
"Ouch," she cries out. He spread her legs wider exposing the swollen pussy lips.
"Mmmm... you are already wet," he moved his middle finger over the clit and pushed it in.
"Ayee," she squirmed and pushed back excitedly making a show out of it for Ravi.
Ravi twisted and turned in his confinement and knew he cannot stop them. He closed his eyes and looked other side but he cannot stop the noises from entering his ears. Both of them make sure to make lot of noises to humiliate him.
"Wow, you have such a lovely cock," Rita shouted and unknowingly Ravi's head turned towards their direction. He saw she was holding it at the base and running her tongue around it. He cannot help but stare at it; it was indeed a good specimen of manhood.
"It's soooo big," Rita licked her tongue happily, "what is the size."
"It's eight inches," he replied proudly.
"Mmm... Ravi had only six inches," she giggled, "but I don't know I have never measured it, he claims it to be six but now I feel it must be only four inches," she laughed.
"Look honey isn't it beautiful," she turned towards Ravi and he quickly looked the other way. Both of them laughed out loud humiliating him further.
"Let me get his cock out," Rita tried to get up when Richard stopped him.
"No I don't want you to be touching any other cock from now on... not until I ask you to," he grabbed her hairs and pulled her back.
"Ok bossy," she giggled and opened her mouth to suck the head in. They continued to fuck each other, humiliating Ravi and making it worst for him.
The cries of Rita and moaning of Richard fell into his ears as molten lava. He cannot help but turn his head towards them whenever Rita cried out loud and unwontedly watched Richard's big ass between her thighs pounding her pussy. He cannot believe how long Richard fucked her in various positions and how many times she orgasm or maybe faked it, at least he wanted to believe that she is faking all those loud orgasms. He tried to hold back his tears, trying to be a man but he cannot stop it and started to cry like a baby. But the biggest humiliation was yet to come when Richard announced, "I want to cum in your mouth sweetie like the last time."
Rita quickly sat on the sofa while he stood in front of him offering his cock. Ravi was disgusted listening to this; he could not believe it and actually confirmed it by looking at the glistering cock slipping inside her mouth.
"Ohh my god, you dirty bitch," he cried out in agony but none of them paid any attention. Richard bucked his groin and grunted like a pig while Rita sucked it deep inside her mouth.
"AHHHH... MMMM... UGG," he grabbed her head and jerked depositing his seed deep inside her mouth. Ravi felt like puking.
"Did you swallow," Richard asked and Ravi turned his head in horror. Rita shook her head in a no and Richard nodded knowingly. He approached Ravi and grabbed his free arm, twisting it back making him lie on his back. Ravi saw Rita approaching her with her mouth full.
"What... what..." he struggled as she stood above him and opened her mouth letting Richard's cum dribble out and fall drop by drop on his face.
"Nooo... noooo," he cried and fought with his restrains moving his head sideways but he cannot avoid it. She continued until the entire cum was splashed on his face. Richard let go of him and he fell face first on the floor, crying out loud, wailing in pain. He kept on crying for a long time until he heard Rita's voice.
"My sweet baby," she spoke caressing his hairs. He turned his head and found she was alone, as if understanding him she said, "Yeah he is gone."
He watches in terror as she placed the knife on the floor and sat beside him with a wet towel in her hand. She looked like a Physco queen to him.
"My sweet little cuck," she cooed and started cleaning his face with the wet towel.
"This is the way it should be done," she spoke. He kept quiet and she continued to caress him while also cleaning his face. She reached for his zipper and pulled out his cock. He tried to stop her but as she fiddled with the knife meaningfully he decided to stay quite.
She grabbed his semi erect cock in her hand and started to give it a soft hand treatment and within no time he was fully erect. Ravi was annoyed with himself for he didn't want his cock to react. She skilfully started to masturbate him.
"Richard asked me to give you a hand job, after all you too need some release," she spoke while continuing with her efforts. It took a little time but he was not able to hold back and jets of semen spurted out wetting her hands and his abdomen.
She threw the towel over him and left him still cuffed to the sofa.
The night turned into morning and suddenly he was awoke and found he was no longer cuffed. He got up, last night events played before his eyes; he looked around anxiously and heard some noises in the kitchen. He was surprised to find that Rita was busy cooking breakfast.
"Good morning," she replied cheerfully as if nothing has happened and then he heard his son's voice from his room asking for his shirt as he was getting ready for school.
"Go and help him," she pushed him and he walked in a trance not knowing what is happening and what to believe.
His son was at his usual mischief and he helped him bathe and dress up.
"It's Saturday, not a school day," he spoke to him.
"Yeah but don't you remember it's our class picnic today," he looked excited.
Sid soon left for school and Ravi confronted Rita, he stared at her trying to find out what is going on but she looked normal. He didn't know what to say the scene of the last night played before him and his face turned pale. He cannot believe his innocent wife behaved like a Physco last night.
"Why did you do this," he spoke trying to keep himself calm.
"Ohh... my baby," she was again sarcastic, "why did you start it if you can't handle it."
"I did not start anything and you know it very well, so stop this bullshit and tell me the truth," he shouted.
"Don't worry, it happens first time, Richard told me this," she fluttered her eyes innocently, "slowly slowly you will start enjoying it, just don't hold back your cuck feeling."
"Bullshit, I don't have any cuck feelings and for God's sake WHO IS THIS RICHARD," he was going crazy while Rita had a mysterious smile on her face.
"Why did you do this to me, what have I done to deserve this," he started to cry, "I was just trying to have some fun with you, you are my wife, was it so wrong?"
"It would have been ugly if I really fell for the stranger on the phone and went out to have sex with him, but I found out it was you, so not bad as a kinky fun," she replied.
He looked at him questioningly wanting to know the reason.
"Do you really think you got all this because of the phone drama you did," she chuckled and pulled out an envelope from the kitchen drawer and threw at his face. He opened it with trembling hands and found postcard size pictures inside. The bunch slipped out of his hand as he laid his eyes on the first one. The pictures were all splashed over the floor showing him in gory details having sex with other women.
"You have been fucking other girls regularly since long time," she spoke casually, "this one is your office assistant just nineteen years old and that one is an older women also working in your office," she pointed at the pictures.
Ravi was dumbfounded; he couldn't find any words to defend himself.
"You know when I first noticed something amiss I simply cannot think that you are cheating on me with these sluts, I thought you are overworked." Ravi kept his head down shaking from the shock he was getting since last evening.
"Every time you came home late and hit the bed like a dead bird, I though you are losing interest in me after the baby... you know how hard I worked to bring myself back in shape after the delivery," she continued.
"I have given everything for you, for our family, even my career and what I got in return... betrayal," anger was visible in her tone, "I learned that my entire life with you was a big lie. Do you remember once you told me that I could not give a good blowjob and I like a fool, put my heart into pleasing you never thinking that you are actually comparing me with the sluts you fuck."
"When I first found out I could not believe so I hired a private detective and he got me the pictures... look at your face in the pictures," she spoke with pain in her voice.
"Honey..." he started to say something when she interrupted him.
"Just shut up, if you want to know everything."
She composed herself, "After I got the pictures I went crazy and didn't knew what to do, I thought of killing you and killing myself, then I thought of getting a divorce but it would be too easy for you. In that frame of mind I just got out of the house not caring for my son, not caring for anyone," she sobbed.
"I walked on the beach at east coast thinking of avenging you..., avenging for the pain you have given me, avenging for making me care for you for so long... the first thing that came to my mind was 'tit for tat' and I grabbed the first willing guy, he was Richard. He took me to the dark side under the trees and fucked me. That was my first time with any other guy. I thought I was doing it for a purpose and I won't be enjoying it but it was pleasurable," she smiled admitting it.
"When I come back home I felt the rage in me and I wanted to confront you immediately but then I stopped, it was like letting you go too easily, I wanted you to feel the same agony, same pain that I have gone through. I was humiliated by your behaviour and I want you to feel the same humiliation. So I didn't talk to you and acted normal. I thought about what should be done. You would be surprised how many options I have considered, like chopping off your balls, consider yourself lucky I didn't do that," she picked up the knife and laughed.
She took a break and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water, she came back and glanced at Ravi who was looking miserable.
"I could not come up with a nice idea when suddenly your phone call started, I soon found out that it's you and then the plan hatched and I am happy it worked fine. You know as per my plan Richard would start visiting daily and will make you watch every day until you accept it willingly and then you would be sucking his cock straight out of my pussy, he would have made you his bitch," she spoke will all the venom in her voice.
With tears in his eyes Ravi spoke, "Rita you could have talked to me and we could have sorted it out, you know how much I love you."
Rita started laughing, "your love is of convenience, of getting a pussy when you don't get it outside, of getting someone to take care of your needs, to take care of the family while to play with sluts."
Ravi didn't speak and there was a silence for long time. Rita collected her thoughts and calmed herself before she speaks again.
"Now listen to me," she spoke calmly, "as per my plan this humiliation would have continued for some more time, but I decided to end it today itself, I feel this would be enough for you. Now moving forward I want you to pack your belongings and leave my flat. You remember the lease of this flat is in my name since the time I worked."
Ravi looked hurt, "you can't throw me out like this," he murmured.
"Yes I can and I am throwing you out, you will get a draft of divorce application, I plan to file it as 'irreconcilable differences' and divorce would be with mutual understanding unless you want to fight it in the court and one more thing Sid will be staying with me and you will get the right to visit him once a month."
Ravi looked at her in anger but Rita smiled, "no judge in the world would refuse me the custody of my child if these photographs are shown in the court and moreover your career in the company will be finished once they come to know with proof, that you are fucking co-workers and especially the nineteen year old office assistance."
"So consider yourself lucky I am letting you off so easily and before I change my mind pack your bags and leave," she spoke confidently.
Ravi slumped in the seat feeling totally defeated; he glanced towards Rita who was busy picking up the photographs from the floor.
"What about you, what will you do," he spoke.
"Ohh don't worry about me I am not asking any money from you I am going back to work with Chang and Boon, besides Richard and I have decided that he will move in with me, he is quite eager I hope things will work out good between us. "
As Ravi packed his bags, planning to move to a cheap hotel he heard Rita talking over phone making plans with Richard regarding his moving in. She met him at the door,
"For the record sake it's not because of his big cock there are other things also," she closed the door on his face.
