Erotica INNOCENT DIVYA'S DEGENERATION

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Divya did as was told. Her breasts swung forward straining against the fabric. Bashir appreciated the close-up look and rightly surmised that they were double D. He moved his eyes to her big round butt which was jutting out. The skirt fabric shaped the contours of her hips and buttocks nicely. And now that she was bent over, her ass looked even more inviting. Bashir felt a primal urge to just start humping her right there, but he stopped himself.

"Now make sure your knees are nice and limber. So you can move in either direction. Move your hips sideways to make sure. Yes good. Now your grip."

Divya felt a jolt of electricity surge through her as Bashir gently put his hand on her hand to correct her grip. His kufiya swayed above her head and she could smell the musky sweat of the lean tall old man. It had been months now since a man apart from her husband had come so close to her. Her body, on a diet of only Mayank, reacted greedily. But she controlled herself.

"Yes, this way. And hit the ball by moving your arm in the shoulder, not the elbow." the charming Arab felt the smooth skin of the nubile young woman's hands under the guise of correcting her grip. He had detected how Divya had reacted to his touch. He was pleased to note that she didn't seem to find his touch unwelcome. He spent a little longer than necessary touching her hands and arms to give her tips.

Mayank watched from the other side as the old Arab was authoritatively giving his wife tennis lessons. He could see that Bashir found Divya attractive. As someone who knew tennis himself, he saw that the advice Bashir was giving her was correct. In fact Mayank himself could have done all that. But he saw that the touching and stroking was a little more than needed. Anyone else in Bashir's place, Mayank would have ticked off. But the contract played on his mind. Besides, Bashir wasn't doing anything excessive or obscene.

The newly formed teams started playing. The game was indeed a lot more competitive this way. Musa was quite good and he and Mayank established a nice rhythm soon. Bashir kept saying positive things to Divya, giving her relevant tips, and her game also improved. After every few points, Bashir would touch her again on her arms to correct some technical aspect. Bashir was also loving the fleeting glimpses of Divya's panties and the look at her creamy thighs he got when she would run or jump in front of him.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Divya herself was having a hard time controlling her baser desires. Every time Bashir stood near her, touched her, spoke to her, something inside her cried out with happiness. He had a confident and charming personality. She could feel the strength in his arms every time he returned a shot or served the ball. And the worst part was, she found her eyes curiously wandering towards his crotch a couple of times and wondering what he was packing down there. She mentally kept scolding herself to focus on the game and not send any signals to the powerful old Arab.

"Let's take a break please." Divya said breathlessly. She had been sweating a lot under the hot Dallas sun.

"Good idea." Bashir said, and led her to the lawn chairs.

Mayank and Musa joined them from the other side. Musa left to fetch everyone some drinks.

"You're a very lucky man, Mr. Vyas. You have a wife who is not only beautiful, but also athletically talented." Bashir said, making Divya blush.

"Thank you." Mayank smiled politely. "Does your wife like to play tennis?"

"Which one? I have six wives." Bashir smiled. "The youngest is 25. She prefers art. The oldest is 63. She can't even spell tennis."

Divya wasn't surprised to hear that the Arab had multiple wives. She knew it was a custom in the community. However, she was a little surprised to hear that his youngest wife was 25. The old man looked fit of course, but to have a wife less than half his age seemed unusual.

As they all had drinks that Musa brought them, Mayank turned the topic to business again. Divya felt that he was making a tactical mistake. She felt he was over-selling the abilities and coming across as too desperate. She could see that Bashir was getting a little bored at the discussion. He kept stealing looks at Divya's ample bosom. But Mayank was too engrossed in his pitch to notice.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"What do you think, Mrs. Vyas?" Bashir suddenly said.

"About what?" Divya asked, taken aback.

"Do you think a relationship between us...I mean our companies...makes sense?"

"Of course."

"What about the specifics?" he asked.

"Whatever my husband says is right." Divya dutifully replied.

"Hmmm." Bashir said and took a long pause.

Mayank looked at the pondering Arab expectantly.

"Mr. Vyas, I am quite impressed with your pitch. And I also get a good personal vibe from you, which I consider very important. I see the potential, not only of giving you the maintenance contract, but I might also be interested in investing in your company and helping it expand into other markets like California and Florida."

"That...oh my god...that would be fantastic!!" Mayank stood up, excited. This was an additional bonus.

"Yes, but I still have to do all the due diligence. It's not a done deal yet." Bashir cautioned him.

"Of course." Mayank said.

"How about this?" Bashir said. "I plan to spend the weekend at my lake house about an hour away. Some of my managers and accountants will be there. Why don't you and Mrs. Vyas join us?"

Divya's sixth sense flared up. She had no say in business decisions. Why was she expected to go along?

"What will I do there?" she politely said. "Besides, I will have chores to do at home."

"I insist, Mrs. Vyas." Bashir said. "It's a lovely lake house. I promise you that you will have a good time."

"We'll both be there." Mayank replied, not wanting to let this opportunity slip because of something minor.

"It's settled then!" Bashir said, getting up. he shook hands with Mayank.

He then offered his hand to Divya, who politely shook it. Even as she did, she felt another tiny jolt pass through her entire being.

That Saturday morning as Divya drove with Mayank to Bashir's lake house, she felt an uneasy foreboding. She was wearing another elegant but simple sari.

Just in the couple of hours at the country club, there had been palpable sexual tensions between her and the lanky old Arab. He was clearly a very charming and skilled man, well-versed in dealing with women. After all, he had six wives! Even without doing anything explicitly erotic, he had managed to get Divya's engine running. She felt really paranoid about what would happen spending an entire weekend with the man.

Mayank though was excited like a little child. His original plans had been to just lock up a lucrative contract. Now the old Arab had gone ahead and expressed interest in investing in his company. He knew Bashir was a billionaire. If he wanted, he could easily transform Mayank's company into a global force to reckon with. Mayank had brought all the relevant account books and other records, in hard copy as well as on his laptop. He was hoping to seal the deal as soon as possible.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

The Indian couple were very impressed at the lavishness of the lake house when they reached it. Musa met them at the door, and after handing off their keys to a valet to park, they followed him to their room.

"The Sheikh would've loved to be here personally to receive you." Musa said, focusing his gaze at Divya. "But he is busy with a board meeting."

"No problem." Mayank said.

They put their stuff in an elegant bedroom and then followed Musa as he gave them a tour of the property. It wasn't just a "lake house". It was a sprawling house with extensive grounds on the banks of a big lake. The house had over a dozen rooms, and the grounds had huge lawns, woods, a stable of horses, a couple of swimming pools, and of course, a tennis court.

"The Sheikh asked me to tell you that he hopes you would enjoy playing tennis with him today as well. He has procured tennis clothes for the two of you."

"We'd love that." Mayank answered.

Again, Musa had directed this statement primarily at Divya. And she started feeling nervous. She couldn't help but sense that Bashir planned to make a pass at her over the weekend. Would he do it in front of her husband?

Musa took them back to the house and to a dining room for brunch. A couple of attendants in crisp uniforms brought delicious Indian food for the young couple. They were halfway through the meal when the booming voice of Sheikh Bashir broke the quiet.

"Mr and Mrs. Vyas! So good of you to come!" he walked in.

Divya looked at the wiry Arab. He was wearing a tailored suit and on his head was his signature kufiyah. He gave her a warm smile and pressed her shoulder gently. He then shook hands with Mayank and joined them at the table.

"I hope the food is okay. I told our chef to make the best vegetarian Indian dishes he could."

"It's very tasty." Mayank said.

"And you Mrs. Vyas? Do you like the flavors of whatever you have tasted so far?"

"Yes." Divya shyly said.

"I hope you are ready for a lot more tonight. I love the taste of Indian."

Divya thought she detected a double meaning in the sentence but Mayank didn't seem to have noticed.

A waiter brought a plate of fruits for Bashir. He chomped on apple slices as he talked to them.

"Here's the plan I have in mind. After you're done eating, Mr. Vyas, you can come with me and my team of managers and accountants will go over the details of our deal. In the meanwhile, Mrs. Vyas, you have free rein of the house and the grounds. You can take a walk, swim, watch movies, or anything you like. I expect the discussions and negotiations to take all day. After that, we will have a dinner party and cocktail reception with some of my colleagues."

"Sounds great." Mayank said.

After the meal, Mayank carried his laptop and books and went with Bashir. Divya decided to take a walk around the property. It was huge. She loved how well-maintained it was. She took a long walk along the lake. She sat by the pool for a little bit, reading a book she had brought along. She visited the stables admiring the pretty Arabian horses. She walked a little more. Before she knew it, an hour had passed and she was still on Bashir's property. She decided to turn back.

Divya was about ten minutes from the house when she heard the sound of hooves behind her. She turned around and saw a young Arab woman riding the horse. She was dressed in expensive looking riding clothes. When she saw Divya, she reined the horse and stopped.

"Who are you?" she asked, a slight edge to her voice.

"My name is Divya Vyas. I am here with my husband who has some work with Sheikh Bashir."

The woman snorted derisively.

"So you're my dad's whore for the night?"

"Excuse me?" Divya responded angrily.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"Oh stop pretending. You know what I mean. You look just like his type."

"Please mind your language. I am here with my husband who is a businessman."

"They all come with their husbands. They all have businesses. They all need money. I have seen this game many times before. Anyway, have fun. Hope your husband gets enough money for pimping you out." the woman said and rode off.

Divya stood where she was, shocked at how rudely this woman had talked to her. But she wondered if there was some truth to what she had said. Was this Bashir's plan? To make an indecent proposal of giving Mayank the contract and the money in exchange for a night with his wife?

Divya walked back to the house in a state of mental anguish after her encounter with the woman claiming to be Bashir's daughter. On the one hand, she could have been just lying and making stuff up, lashing out at her father as a rebellion. On the other hand, what need did she have of lying to a perfect stranger?

"Hello Mrs. Vyas."

Divya was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even realize when Musa materialized next to her.

"Sorry, you gave me a start." she said.

"I apologize. The sheikh wonders if you could head to the tennis court for a game." he handed her a plastic bag. "This has the clothes you need."

Divya took the bag from him.

"The sheikh asked me to tell you that the bag also has a sports bra. For women with generous bosoms, it is helped to make movement easier while playing sports."

Divya went to her room. She changed her bra. And instead of the sari, wore the shirt and the skirt. She noticed that the skirt was a lot shorter than the one at the country club. Divya considered refusing to wear the clothes and even turning down the offer to play tennis. But she didn't want to upset Mayank, who would probably be waiting at the tennis court with Bashir.

So Divya changed and walked out of the room feeling very self-conscious. The skirt had extra pleats and it ended halfway down her thighs showing a lot of skin. Even the shirt had a lower neckline than usual. She was convinced that this was Bashir's ploy to get her to expose herself more. As she passed a mirror, she jumped practising a tennis shot, and sure enough, the back of the skirt flew high showing her black panties.

Divya walked to the tennis court lecturing herself to not lose self-control. She had been living a chaste life for several months. No matter how much she felt attracted to Bashir or how important this deal was to Mayank, she could not allow herself to slip back into her wanton ways.

At the tennis court, she was surprised to find that Bashir was alone. He was dressed in tennis clothes and his usual kuffiyah.

"You look gorgeous, Mrs. Vyas." Bashir said, smiling wide.

"Where is my husband?" she asked, looking around.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"Oh, he is still with my accountant going over the books. It will take him a couple of hours. My part of the work was done so I thought I'd come here and keep you company."

Divya nodded, but was worried. Was this the time he'd try to seduce her?

She picked up the racket set aside for her and started playing with him. Bashir kept his distance, staying on his side of the court. But he loved watching this young Indian woman run around and jump, showing her panties and letting her boobs swing.

Divya for her part was getting relieved with every passing point that Bashir wasn't trying any hanky panky.

After about half an hour of playing tennis, the two of them stopped for a break. Divya sat on a chair by the side of the court, wiping her sweat with a towel. Bashir came and sat next to her.

"You are playing really well now, Mrs. Vyas." he said.

"Thank you...please call me Divya." she felt really strange that a man almost three times her age kept referring to her so respectfully.

"As you wish, Divya." he said, admiring this young Indian woman's ethereal beauty.

Divya's t-shirt was half drenched with sweat and the little part of her chest visible through the neckline was also moist. She was breathing heavily, making her huge tits heave up and down. And her legs, peeking out from under the short skirt, made Bashir very happy too.

"Your husband is a very lucky man." he said, and put his hand on Divya's exposed left thigh.

Divya froze. Bashir's touch had sent a shiver up her spine and she instantly got goosebumps. Bashir noticed that and was happy that this young hottie was reacting to his touch.

But what was reacting was Divya's body. Her mind was still in self-control mode. Fighting away images of how great it would feel to be under this charming fit old man, Divya put her hand on his and moved it off her thigh.

"Please, Mr. Bashir. This is not appropriate." she said politely.

"Come on, Divya." Bashir kept his hands to himself but said. "I can see you are clearly attracted to me. I think you are gorgeous. Our companies are about to embark on an important relationship."

"I am married." Divya said, partly to herself and partly to Bashir.

"So you admit that you are attracted to me?"

Divya looked into the Arab's deep gray eyes and his chiseled face.

"That's irrelevant. I am married." she repeated her earlier point.

"So the only thing stopping you is the fact that your husband won't approve? What if I can get his agreement?" Bashir tried a different approach.

Divya laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I met a young woman on horseback who said she was your daughter. What she said matches with what you are saying."

Divya then narrated the details of the conversation she had with the woman. Bashir heard the whole thing with his face growing increasingly serious. After Divya finished narrating the story, he said,

"So?"

"So? You are saying she is right."

"What if she is? What if I say yes, I will invest a massive amount of money in your husband's company if you spend a night with me?"

Divya was taken aback at how calmly and blithely he had admitted his sleazy intentions.

"My husband will never agree. He is too proud." Divya confidently said.

"But you have no objections to doing the deal on his behalf?"

"What do you mean?"

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"I'll never mention it to your husband. You spend tonight with me. Just one night. And tomorrow, I will cut your husband a check worth 10 million dollars."

Divya was stunned at the offer. The total deal Mayank had been negotiating had been worth about half a million. Even with the new investment opportunity mentioned, Mayank had been thinking of 1-2 million. And here this man was offering 10 million.

"How can I spend the night with you if my husband is here too? Won't he suspect?" she asked.

Bashir was delighted internally but he kept a straight face. By asking the question about the practical difficulty, this woman had indicated that she was essentially okay with the arrangement.

"You leave that to me. I will come up with something that necessitates him being away. But he won't take you with him."

"How?"

"Leave it to me."

"I have still not agreed to this." Divya said. "I need time to think."

"Take all the time you want."

Bashir rubbed her bare thigh again and walked away.

Divya sat on the chair in the bright sunlight for a while trying to sort out her thoughts. She couldn't wrap her head around what had just happened. She was no stranger to attention from the opposite sex in the recent past. And she had come to realize that she was a woman with a high libido and got turned on easily by assertive old men. She had obviously felt an attraction towards Bashir from the first time she met him.

But after opening her legs wide like a wanton slut for Mehra, Chad, Isaac, Patel, and Jose, she had decided to reform herself and exercise self-control. She had made a vow to be a loyal dutiful housewife and not give in to the attention from other men. So no matter how much her body reacted to the flirtatious and charged touches from Bashir, she was sure that she wouldn't give in.

But this latest quid pro quo offer changed the complexion of things.

Divya was committed to spending her life with Mayank and that meant working towards building the Vyas family business and taking it to new heights. She admired her husband's enthusiasm and dedication but wasn't sure he had the canniness required to take the business to great heights. But the infusion of 10 million dollars in cash would certainly help. It came at a steep price though. Spending a night with Bashir and breaking her resolution of no longer straying outside her marriage.

Divya's decision making was further complicated by the fact that she felt so very attracted towards the charming lanky Arab. Something about his kuffiyah-wearing personality which was a combination of exotic conservatism and bold aggression made her feel something down there. The fact that he had six wives, including one just a couple of years older than herself, added further to the taboo allure of the man. She knew that if she had met Bashir six months ago during her slut phase, she would have been out of her clothes and under him within an hour.

But now things were different. The naked humiliation at the hands of Patel had made her rethink her ways. But this time, there was so much more at stake. Her family's well-being, her husband's dreams, possible lifelong prosperity. And the price was...just one night.

Divya kept weighing her decision all day.

After she returned to her room from the tennis court, she showered, and then lay in bed thinking. She closed her eyes and imagined how it would be to get fucked by Bashir. She found her hand moving inside her panties. But then she stopped herself. No, this was wrong, she decided.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Then there was our hero Mayank. He had been through a rough day. After Bashir's initial warm and friendly attitude, Mayank had expected the discussions and negotiations to go smoothly. He was surprised then when the whole process turned out to be a lot more arduous and challenging than he expected. Bashir's managers and accountants were very demanding and harsh. They almost shredded every aspect of Mayank's business plan, questioning his cash flow projections, risk assessments, cost estimates, and so on. Mayank felt like he was a student again, answering harsh oral examination questions.

To make matters worse, the affable Bashir had left the meetings in an hour or so, leaving him alone with the rude and hard-nosed managers and accountants. Mayank had been forced to make several phone calls back to his office for clarifications. And he had to work extra hard to even convey a sense of confidence to those vultures.

Finally at about 7 PM when the meetings ended, the managers and accountants looked skeptical. They said polite stuff but Mayank had no hope in hell of even getting the original contract, forget getting an extra investment.

As the tired young man walked back to his assigned room carrying his documents and laptop, he was met by Musa.

"Mr. Vyas, how are you?" the young Arab asked.

"Not bad." Mayank feebly replied.

"The sheikh has asked me to give you this to hand over to your wife." Musa said. "It's a designer sari the sheikh procured as a gift for your lovely wife in appreciation of how nice she has been."

"Okay, thanks." Mayank took the gift wrapped box.

"We will have a small dinner and cocktail party in the main living area in about half an hour. The sheikh hopes to see you and Mrs. Vyas there. it would be nice if she could wear this sari."

"Sure,sure." Mayank absent-mindedly replied, walking away. He was exhausted and hoped to be able to lie down for a while before the party.

Mayank returned to the room to find Divya taking a nap. He woke her up, and handed her the box, conveying Bashir's message.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"How did the meetings go?" she asked.
"Not good."
"What happened? Did they question your cash flow projections?" Divya had a good grasp of financial accounting from her college days and when she had heard the details of his proposal earlier, she had expected objections about it.
"What do you know about cash flow?" Mayank testily replied. He had been grilled for hours about that very point and was bugged that his small town Indian wife was also bringing up the same topic.
Divya felt hurt but said nothing.
"I am going to take a short nap. Why don't you get ready in this sari?" Mayank said, plopping down on the bed.
Divya took the gift wrapped box and went to the dressing table. She took the clothes out of the bag, and was a little surprised.
"Listen."
"Whaaaaat?" Mayank said, annoyed. he had just about fallen asleep.
"Are you okay with me wearing this tonight?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's a gift from Bashir. He'll feel offended otherwise. And it's a sari, not a bikini. Stop being such a prude and wear the damned thing." he almost yelled.
Divya was annoyed by her husband's testy attitude. She had been nothing but patient. But he kept snapping at her. And now, well, he was the one who usually had problems with revealing clothes. She had after all walked stark naked in the view of multiple people. If he felt this dress was appropriate, then so be it.
Mayank woke up after half an hour to the sound of the telephone in the room.
"Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Vyas, but the other guests for the party have arrived." Musa's polite voice said.
"Yeah, okay. We'll be down soon."
Mayank rubbed his eyes and sat up. And when he looked at his wife who was sitting on the bed next to him, he was taken aback. His mouth opened wide and his eyes almost popped out.
Divya was wearing a sari for sure. A bright red sari with sequins. But it was worn very low, just about resting on her hip bone, showing her navel and most of her midriff. And her red blouse had a very low neck showing about 3 inches of her cleavage. And the blouse was a backless one, with just 3 red strings holding the whole thing together in the back. her smooth creamy skin was on full display in the back.
"Wow!!" Mayank said, struggling with the conflicting emotions of pride and arousal at how hot his wife looked at conservative resentment at the fact that his wife was showing so much skin.
Divya saw her husband wake up and saw the look of fiery lust in her eyes. That made her feel admire and assured. A thought inside her head said, all you need to be happy is this man. Who cares if the business is worth 1 million, 10 million, or 100 million? At that stage, she almost decided to turn down Bashir's offer.
"You look so...wow!" Mayank reached over and embraced his wife, burying his face in her exposed cleavage.
"What are you doing?" she giggled.
"Tasting these lovely tits!" he replied.
Mayank made Divya turn away from him and stared at her bare back covered with just those few strings. He started kissing her back hungrily. Mayank felt an erection developing and was about to strip his wife naked when.
KNOCKNOCKKNOCK!
"Hello, it's me, Bashir." the voice outside the door said.
Divya hurriedly went and opened the door. She was met by the sight of Bashir dressed in traditional Arab garb. A white full length robe that reached down to his ankle, and a brand new red and white kuffiyah on his head held in place by a gold band.
"You look beautiful, Mrs. Vyas." he said politely and planted a peck on her cheek. Even that peck made Divya's pulse race.
"Sorry, Sheikh Bashir. I just got back from the meetings and took a nap. We'll get ready and come down soon." Mayank said, coming to the door.
"It looks like your wife is ready. With your permission, I will accompany her to the party while you get dressed." Bashir said.
"Absolutely." said Mayank, without suspecting anything.
The door closed behind Divya as she was led by Bashir to the party. In a low whisper, he said to her,
"So have you made your decision?"
"Yes. I think I am happy with my husband." she said.
"You think? You're not sure?" Bashir said and chuckled.
"You know what I mean. While your monetary offer is very generous, I don't think what you're asking for is something I can do." she said, steeling her resolve. Bashir was wearing an expensive cologne that was having an effect on Divya.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"Are you sure?" Bashir asked, running his fingers over Divya's almost-bare back. The goosebumps came out again, making Divya shiver.

"Please." Divya whispered, summoning every ounce of will.

"Okay." Bashir shrugged and said.

Downstairs, he introduced her to the dozen or so people who had gathered there. They included his managers, and a few other business associates. Musa was always around to check if Divya needed anything. Mayank got ready and came down wearing a suit in twenty minutes. He and Divya then circulated around the room, talking to a lot of hi-fi people.

Although there were a few other pretty ladies at the party, almost all male eyes were checking out Divya. The bright red sari contrasted her creamy white complexion very well. The backless choli drew many glances too. And the short petticoat under the sari meant it had to be worn low and Divya's smooth flat midriff and navel also drew many looks. Besides, there was her ample cleavage, which was visible no matter how she arranged her pallu. Only her mangalsutra was able to hide some of that alluring skin.

A lot of expensive booze was being served at the party. the sheikh himself wasn't having any, since he didn't touch alcohol. But Mayank was loving the endless stream of expensive single malt. Even Divya ended up having some booze without realizing it. She asked the bartender for an iced tea and he thought she was asking for long island iced tea. Divya drank it, assuming the weird taste it had was something herbal, not realizing it was alcohol. She had only had alcohol once before in her life.

At dinner, Divya was seated between Bashir and Mayank. Mayank was a little drunk and was flirting with a woman seated next to him, a manager from Bashir's firm. Bashir kept slowly caressing and touching Divya throughout dinner under the guise of conversation.

Finally, dinner ended, and the party moved to the lounge area for dessert and more drinks. As everyone got to leave, Bashir cast one long look at Divya's cleavage and said,