10-01-2019, 04:52 PM
But that final revelation had soured her mood. How could she have been so naive as to think that some random woman she didn't know too well even in Meerut would be genuinely concerned about her well-being? How did she not see that it had been an elaborate scheme all along? Reena had betrayed her trust, and that hurt more than anything.
Then there was the growing self-realization that she had been deluding herself about what she really was. All along, she had fooled herself into believing that what she and Duttsahab had between them was something special. A forbidden kind of relationship, but real and passionate. She had often asked herself if she was falling in love with the man, and if he too was falling in love with her. In idle moments, she would daydream about being with him full time. Leave Amar, take Pinky with her, and spend the rest of her life with the charming suave lover who satisfied her in a way Amar never could.
But that day's events had shown her that she wasn't something special to him. How easily he had shared her with another man. And never spoken up to stop Bhaskar from doing whatever he wanted. She wasn't a mistress or lover that Dutt showered gifts on. She had been, all along, a whore to him. And now that she had willingly let another guy fuck her with him, she was just a whore. Full stop.
The lift stopped on one of the middle floors. The door opened and she immediately looked away. It was the waiter from before, pushing another cart. He smiled politely at her, trying not to laugh. Look at her, he thought silently. Looking so innocent and decent in this sari. And yet he remembered how she looked in that slinky dress up in the room. Sweaty and just-fucked. Dress stained with who knows what. And he remembered how sticky her legs looked. Must have been the old men's semen. He wondered how much she charged. Not that he could ever afford her, but it might be a good way to make some extra money.
"Excuse me, ma'am." he said.
Mansi kept looking away and pretended not to have heard him. It was embarrassing enough being in his company after how he had seen her. She did not want to talk to him.
"Ma'am...if you have a number or something, let me know. Lots of rich businessmen stay here, and they are always asking for good company. I could...ma'am ma'am?"
The lift stopped at another floor and Mansi just ran out and took the stairs. This was further confirmation that she was just another whore now. Yes, a well paid one. But a whore nonetheless.
-
Amar came home that day with his friends, but found his wife in bed. She said she wasn't feeling well. She had come home, showered again, and then after Pinky got home, given her some food and sent her downstairs to play without doing her homework. And she just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, letting her aching limbs rest. Her phone rang. It was Reena. She didn't answer. She assumed Dutt had told her everything by now. Reena tried calling her a few more times before giving up.
The exhaustion and tension was very clear on Mansi's face. So Amar didn't try to goad her into cooking anyway. He close the door of the bedroom and told his friends they should all go out somewhere else. She heard them all leave.
Amar got back late, and seemed tired himself. Mansi was glad when he didn't initiate sex. Despite being so tired, she slept fitfully that night. Events of earlier in the day kept appearing in her dreams and waking her up. Finally in the middle of the night, Mansi found herself in the bathroom, sitting on the stool and fingering her clit.
The next day she logged into the bank account from her phone. It was richer by 40,000 rupees. Just as she was looking at the balance, the phone rang. It was Reena aunty again. She pressed ignore. A while later, Dutt called. She pressed ignore.
"She ignored your call too?" Reena said angrily, sitting in the limo.
"Yes."
"Who does the slut think she is? I am going to send her an SMS. And then we will see."
Reena started typing. Dutt looked over her shoulder. It read
- Stop being so high and mighty and answer the phone. If not, I will go to your husband's college and in front of his students I will
"Don't." Dutt grabbed her phone and deleted the message. "Just let her be for a while."
"Duttsahab, her behavior is unacceptable. It's not like anyone held a gun to her head. And it's not like she has returned any of the money."
"I know, Reena."
"And you yourself said she enjoyed the sex."
"Very much."
"Then what the fuck is her problem? Useless little small town bitch, no qualification, no skills, always whining about her life. I showed her a new world. And helped her make money than she could ever dream of. And now..."
"I know. But just give her a few days. I know how her mind works. She needs to cool off and process her emotions. If you try to push her too hard right now, she might break. Give it a week or two." he said.
Reena sat in the car fuming. Dutt let her calm down and after a couple of minutes, said,
"It's not like you have no other sources of revenue. You were saying you had a new one for me?"
"Oh right. This Mansi nonsense made me forget."
She took the phone back from Dutt's hand and pulled up a picture.
"Gayatri. Age 36. A lawyer in Pune. Met her at a corporate event in the hotel. She's well educated and highly qualified, not like that small town bitch. But stuck in an unsatisfying job. Says she has hit the glass ceiling at her law firm. And her husband recently got laid off. They have a big mortgage payment that eats up most of the salary. I don't think it will be too difficult to reel her in. Seems like the flirtatious type already from what I saw."
Dutt looked at the picture.
"Not bad. I guess I could visit my Pune offices soon. And might come up with the need for a lawyer."
"Great." Reena said. "Umm...what about Mansi?"
"I told you, give her a few days."
"Yes, that is fine. But do you...I mean will you..."
Dutt shook his head.
"She's a sweet little thing, but I am done with her. No more challenge in it."
"So once I bring her in line..."
"Yes, you may take her to others. In fact, here's a lead for you. Talk to Reddy from FineMedia. He was really ogling her at an event when she was with me."
"Reddy from FineMedia." she noted down on her phone.
-
Three nights later, Amar woke up to a strange sensation in the middle of the night. A hand was at his waist. Drowsily he opened his eyes. He was shocked to see his wife, completely naked, hunched over his crotch. Instinctively he looked to the right.
"I put her in the living room obviously." Mansi said, in a husky and almost hungry tone of voice he had never heard her use.
"What are you doing?" he said as she untied the pyjama and fished his dick out.
"Shhhh." she said.
And then Amar laid back and sighed happily as his orthodox wife started sucking his dick. He had seen it in porn. He had read about it. He had fantasized about it too. But Mansi had always been so old fashioned. All these years of marriage and he couldn't even bring himself to ask her about it. And here she was in the middle of the night, doing it herself. It was like a dream come true.
Mansi sucked the cock hungrily and it was soon fully erect. It felt strange to her that her husband's was the third cock she was sucked. How unfamiliar it looked from close quarters. How strange it tasted. Very different from Duttsahab and Bhaskar. She gently touched his pee hole with the tip of her tongue like Bhaskar had taught her. Amar visibly shuddered. Not wanting him to cum too soon, she immediately got on top of him.
Although feelings of betrayal and guilt had ebbed as the days had gone by, the one feeling Mansi could not shake off was horniness. She masturbated every hour, but her body craved something more. It craved actual penetration. It craved a man. By that night, her desires had reached boiling point. She woke up in the middle of the night from another sex dream. Then she had slowly picked Pinky up and taken her to the living room. And quickly stripping naked, joined her husband on the bed.
Amar got his second shock of the night. His usually shy wife was being really adventurous. With the grace and agility of a nymph, she got on top of him, and holding his shaft erect, lowered herself onto it. They had never had sex in this position before. And yet she was moving with so much...expertise.
"Mansiiiii!!" he moaned in confused delight as she started moving back and forth. He reached up and grabbed her boobs.
And was surprised again when she bent down and started kissing him passionately.
Amar didn't last long. How could he? As it is, he came pretty quickly. The pleasant erotic surprise of his wife attacking him like that, seeing her big tits heave and sway, all that was too much for him.
Even after he ejaculated inside her, she kept moving her hips. Kept moving them until his dick fully shrank back to normal. She felt disappointed. Dutt and Bhaskar had both made her cum before they came themselves. With Amar, she was just getting into the groove of things before it ended. But it was still better than nothing. She stayed like that on top of her husband.
Then there was the growing self-realization that she had been deluding herself about what she really was. All along, she had fooled herself into believing that what she and Duttsahab had between them was something special. A forbidden kind of relationship, but real and passionate. She had often asked herself if she was falling in love with the man, and if he too was falling in love with her. In idle moments, she would daydream about being with him full time. Leave Amar, take Pinky with her, and spend the rest of her life with the charming suave lover who satisfied her in a way Amar never could.
But that day's events had shown her that she wasn't something special to him. How easily he had shared her with another man. And never spoken up to stop Bhaskar from doing whatever he wanted. She wasn't a mistress or lover that Dutt showered gifts on. She had been, all along, a whore to him. And now that she had willingly let another guy fuck her with him, she was just a whore. Full stop.
The lift stopped on one of the middle floors. The door opened and she immediately looked away. It was the waiter from before, pushing another cart. He smiled politely at her, trying not to laugh. Look at her, he thought silently. Looking so innocent and decent in this sari. And yet he remembered how she looked in that slinky dress up in the room. Sweaty and just-fucked. Dress stained with who knows what. And he remembered how sticky her legs looked. Must have been the old men's semen. He wondered how much she charged. Not that he could ever afford her, but it might be a good way to make some extra money.
"Excuse me, ma'am." he said.
Mansi kept looking away and pretended not to have heard him. It was embarrassing enough being in his company after how he had seen her. She did not want to talk to him.
"Ma'am...if you have a number or something, let me know. Lots of rich businessmen stay here, and they are always asking for good company. I could...ma'am ma'am?"
The lift stopped at another floor and Mansi just ran out and took the stairs. This was further confirmation that she was just another whore now. Yes, a well paid one. But a whore nonetheless.
-
Amar came home that day with his friends, but found his wife in bed. She said she wasn't feeling well. She had come home, showered again, and then after Pinky got home, given her some food and sent her downstairs to play without doing her homework. And she just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, letting her aching limbs rest. Her phone rang. It was Reena. She didn't answer. She assumed Dutt had told her everything by now. Reena tried calling her a few more times before giving up.
The exhaustion and tension was very clear on Mansi's face. So Amar didn't try to goad her into cooking anyway. He close the door of the bedroom and told his friends they should all go out somewhere else. She heard them all leave.
Amar got back late, and seemed tired himself. Mansi was glad when he didn't initiate sex. Despite being so tired, she slept fitfully that night. Events of earlier in the day kept appearing in her dreams and waking her up. Finally in the middle of the night, Mansi found herself in the bathroom, sitting on the stool and fingering her clit.
The next day she logged into the bank account from her phone. It was richer by 40,000 rupees. Just as she was looking at the balance, the phone rang. It was Reena aunty again. She pressed ignore. A while later, Dutt called. She pressed ignore.
"She ignored your call too?" Reena said angrily, sitting in the limo.
"Yes."
"Who does the slut think she is? I am going to send her an SMS. And then we will see."
Reena started typing. Dutt looked over her shoulder. It read
- Stop being so high and mighty and answer the phone. If not, I will go to your husband's college and in front of his students I will
"Don't." Dutt grabbed her phone and deleted the message. "Just let her be for a while."
"Duttsahab, her behavior is unacceptable. It's not like anyone held a gun to her head. And it's not like she has returned any of the money."
"I know, Reena."
"And you yourself said she enjoyed the sex."
"Very much."
"Then what the fuck is her problem? Useless little small town bitch, no qualification, no skills, always whining about her life. I showed her a new world. And helped her make money than she could ever dream of. And now..."
"I know. But just give her a few days. I know how her mind works. She needs to cool off and process her emotions. If you try to push her too hard right now, she might break. Give it a week or two." he said.
Reena sat in the car fuming. Dutt let her calm down and after a couple of minutes, said,
"It's not like you have no other sources of revenue. You were saying you had a new one for me?"
"Oh right. This Mansi nonsense made me forget."
She took the phone back from Dutt's hand and pulled up a picture.
"Gayatri. Age 36. A lawyer in Pune. Met her at a corporate event in the hotel. She's well educated and highly qualified, not like that small town bitch. But stuck in an unsatisfying job. Says she has hit the glass ceiling at her law firm. And her husband recently got laid off. They have a big mortgage payment that eats up most of the salary. I don't think it will be too difficult to reel her in. Seems like the flirtatious type already from what I saw."
Dutt looked at the picture.
"Not bad. I guess I could visit my Pune offices soon. And might come up with the need for a lawyer."
"Great." Reena said. "Umm...what about Mansi?"
"I told you, give her a few days."
"Yes, that is fine. But do you...I mean will you..."
Dutt shook his head.
"She's a sweet little thing, but I am done with her. No more challenge in it."
"So once I bring her in line..."
"Yes, you may take her to others. In fact, here's a lead for you. Talk to Reddy from FineMedia. He was really ogling her at an event when she was with me."
"Reddy from FineMedia." she noted down on her phone.
-
Three nights later, Amar woke up to a strange sensation in the middle of the night. A hand was at his waist. Drowsily he opened his eyes. He was shocked to see his wife, completely naked, hunched over his crotch. Instinctively he looked to the right.
"I put her in the living room obviously." Mansi said, in a husky and almost hungry tone of voice he had never heard her use.
"What are you doing?" he said as she untied the pyjama and fished his dick out.
"Shhhh." she said.
And then Amar laid back and sighed happily as his orthodox wife started sucking his dick. He had seen it in porn. He had read about it. He had fantasized about it too. But Mansi had always been so old fashioned. All these years of marriage and he couldn't even bring himself to ask her about it. And here she was in the middle of the night, doing it herself. It was like a dream come true.
Mansi sucked the cock hungrily and it was soon fully erect. It felt strange to her that her husband's was the third cock she was sucked. How unfamiliar it looked from close quarters. How strange it tasted. Very different from Duttsahab and Bhaskar. She gently touched his pee hole with the tip of her tongue like Bhaskar had taught her. Amar visibly shuddered. Not wanting him to cum too soon, she immediately got on top of him.
Although feelings of betrayal and guilt had ebbed as the days had gone by, the one feeling Mansi could not shake off was horniness. She masturbated every hour, but her body craved something more. It craved actual penetration. It craved a man. By that night, her desires had reached boiling point. She woke up in the middle of the night from another sex dream. Then she had slowly picked Pinky up and taken her to the living room. And quickly stripping naked, joined her husband on the bed.
Amar got his second shock of the night. His usually shy wife was being really adventurous. With the grace and agility of a nymph, she got on top of him, and holding his shaft erect, lowered herself onto it. They had never had sex in this position before. And yet she was moving with so much...expertise.
"Mansiiiii!!" he moaned in confused delight as she started moving back and forth. He reached up and grabbed her boobs.
And was surprised again when she bent down and started kissing him passionately.
Amar didn't last long. How could he? As it is, he came pretty quickly. The pleasant erotic surprise of his wife attacking him like that, seeing her big tits heave and sway, all that was too much for him.
Even after he ejaculated inside her, she kept moving her hips. Kept moving them until his dick fully shrank back to normal. She felt disappointed. Dutt and Bhaskar had both made her cum before they came themselves. With Amar, she was just getting into the groove of things before it ended. But it was still better than nothing. She stayed like that on top of her husband.
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