Fantasy Shanti's Tryst with Adventures by shanti2010-Completed

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Story :- Shanti's Tryst with Adventures

Written by shanti2010

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Shanti's Tryst with Adventures Ch. 01

The itch began near the back of her anus and wielded its way right on up and over her erected clitoris, and that certain itch that comes only to women in desperate need. Shanti was more than familiar with the lovely yet agonizing feeling. It was time yes... Shanti knew it was that time. She closed her eyes, not wanting to... but the demand was there, spinning in her brain, warming her body. She squirmed in her lonely bed and tried to resist the lusty thoughts that seemed to actually whisper about the room.

Shanti turned over in bed and reached out a slender, well- manicured hand toward the small paperback book in the drawer of the night table. She kept it there, knowing that Ratan would never see it. She was embarrassed at the very sight of it, but she had a need for it now... a need for the excitement to be found within its covers. She glanced nervously at the clock for what seemed to her to be the millionth time. It was eleven-thirty, and Ratan was not home yet.

It was the fourth night in a row now that he had not come home for dinner... not anywhere close to dinnertime. It was getting to be too much, every night later and later, and all because of that damned promotion. She cared about his getting ahead, certainly... but at what price? It was almost like not being married at all.

Shanti and Ratan got married six months back - after Sridhar passed away because of a prolonged cancer of the throat. She was relieved - he passed away with no knowledge of her infidelity.

Shanti stretched her long slim legs out under the covers, down to where the sheets were cooler and soothing. She felt overwarm. Even though she was wearing a very scanty nightgown, the transparent fabric clung to her voluptuous contours, as moisture from her nervous perspiration seeped through to the material. She adjusted her pillows, propping them behind her back, and with a quick gesture, brushed her long black hair from her eyes. Then she opened the forbidden book to the page she had marked with a small slip of paper.

"Salman began the steady back and forth motion that was a forerunner of what was to come. He placed the tip of his member to her moist, hair-shielded opening, then with a sudden thrust he pushed all the way into her and the entire bulk of his cock slid into her, creating a wondrous sensation that filled her with a steadily rising fire."

Shanti put the book down, her smooth creamy breasts heaving as she caught her breath. She glanced once more at the clock and listened a moment. Perhaps she would hear the car pulling into the driveway. But she heard nothing... only the sounds of crickets chirping in the warm night air of the comfortable Brigade Towers home. She had decided to wear the most alluring nightgown she owned that evening, one of Ratan's favorites.

She was determined that he would not ignore her tonight. She mentally

began to count days in her head... the days it had been since he became her husband had last made love to her. Yes, it was more than two weeks! In all of the five years including these 6 months as man and wife, they had been together there had never been such a long stretch between their lovemaking. A few days maybe, but nothing like this. She had always been secretly pleased that Ratan continued to show such an avid interest in her

body as the years of their association passed. But now it was different. He always seemed so preoccupied these days since it became known that he was in line for a promotion from Senior Art Director to the position of Account Executive at Reliance Advertising.

He had let her know in no uncertain terms that he did not intend to be stuck as an art director all his life... that wasn't where his interests lie. He wanted the big money... the big office... the best of everything.

Somehow Shanti wished that things could remain the same for them. She had considered herself very happily married up until this point. Now Ratan was hardly ever at home, and she missed him. Her body missed his touch. She wondered if he was bored with her... perhaps it was her fault somehow. But her mirror still reflected a splendid shape of which any woman would be proud, her dark hair reflected smoldering red highlights and her skin was fresh and clear. She had been a much sought after sex life before marrying Ratan, and she had lost none of her good looks since then. If anything, she had grown more beautiful than before. No, she didn't think it was her fault, and yet she had tried everything these last few days to tempt him and nothing had worked. Well, tonight would be different she thought. Tonight she would not let him ignore her. With a sigh, Shanti returned to her book.

"He wrapped his arms tightly about the young girl's willing body, pushing deeper and deeper until her moans and sighs filled the entire room. Suman had never felt anything like this before...!"

Shanti quickly closed the book. She could hear the sound of the Hyundai Elentra pulling into the drive. The wheels crunched over the fine gravel and then came to a stop. There was a moment of stillness after the motor was cut. The car door slammed and she heard Ratan's quick, heavy step on the walk. She threw the naughty book back into the drawer and jumped out of bed... so that she could examine herself once more in the mirror. After smoothing her hair and adjusting her gown, she applied a few more drops of "Nivea" to her earlobes, one more drop inside the deep cleavage of her breasts, and another to the soft vee between her shapely thighs. He simply could not refuse her tonight, she knew. Her lavender gown reached only to the tops of her soft pink thighs, but even if the gown had continued down to her toes, not one inch of Shanti's lush body would have been hidden from even the least curious gaze, for the material was of the sheerest available. It did not hide the shadow of her curly pubic hair that softly covered her sex mound, nor did it hide the brown tips that crowned her generously proportioned globular breasts. When she turned to hop back in bed, the mirror reflected two nether cheeks of ample size to fit, each one, the curve of a large masculine hand, as they gently bounced hythmically to each step she took.

When Ratan opened the door of the bedroom, Shanti was propped seductively back on her pillows, smiling pleasantly at him. "Hello, darling," he said, kissing her briefly on the lips and turning to go to his closet, where he promptly began to disrobe. Shanti watched him as he took his things off, his back to her. "Sorry I'm so late again," he continued. "Just couldn't be helped. Venkat wanted to go over some pointers with me about tomorrow's meeting of the big wigs. Could be very important." He was nude by this time... and Shanti admired his strong, muscular back, the firm, tight buttocks and the long tanned legs that had so attracted her to him five years ago when they had first met at Reshma's homech. She blushed and looked away as he turned to come toward the bed. A thrill ran through her at the thought that they could soon be making love. Her body longed for him... it was like a dull ache all over.

"God... I'm tired!" Ratan exclaimed, letting him fall heavily into the bed. He covered his nude body with the lightweight summer blanket. He could feel himself falling asleep as his head touched the pillow. But Shanti pressed her warm body against the hard flatness of his reclining form.

"Oh, darling," she said... "darling, I've missed you so much!" She kissed his shoulders with soft moist lips and wrapped one long silky leg around his.

Ratan wanted only to roll over and go to sleep with thoughts of the next day's meeting drifting through his head. But he felt the nudging pressure of Shanti's body touching him. One of her breasts brushed against his arm. The familiar scent of her perfume reached his nostrils just as Shanti slid her leg between his, and he could feel his penis involuntarily begin to rise in anticipation of what she would do next. Shanti could feel the shiver that ran through her husband, and encouraged by it, she placed her hand on his groin. She felt an electricity run through her as her hand touched the stiffness of his erect cock. She closed her hand around its girth, imagining the enormity of it plunged deep inside her, touching the very depths of her womb. She emitted a soft groan of desire as Ratan turned slowly toward her.

He gathered her trembling body against his, pressing his throbbing member against her soft, fleece-covered pussy as he did so. Shanti writhed against him in ecstasy. At last it was going to happen. It seemed like she had been waiting forever. Her body strained all its muscles tight, begging to be possessed by him. Clinging to his massive chest, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, letting her hips execute a slow grinding motion against his rock-hard cock. Ratan pushed up the fold of her scanty gown and felt the nakedness of her loins. He entwined one thick finger in the ringlets of hair surrounding her cunt and then teasingly slid it between the folds that covered the tiny ridges of her soft, quivering sex.

"Oooooh...!" she moaned. "Oh, darling don't stop... yes,

do that some more!"

Ratan continued to slide his finger back and forth, causing a delicious friction in Shanti's cunt as he flicked back and forth across the bud of her swelling clitoris.

"MMmmm... " she crooned, and Ratan felt as though his cock would burst, her sounds excited him so. He caught his hand up under one firm round breast and squeezed hard. He knew she liked that. "Aah!" she cried out in pain. But the pain subsided quickly as the fire built in her belly. Ratan's finger plunged on and on and then suddenly slid down to the opening of her vaginal lips and slid inside the smooth, quivering dampness. He inserted two fingers and then three, letting them twist around up and up into the clasping wetness of her pussy."Ooooh darling, darling! Yes, yes!" she cried, out of her head with bliss.

Ratan could feel her soft, yielding vaginal walls melting all around his hand, her body bucking under him. He pressed down on her so that she was lying beneath the full weight of his body, never ceasing his plunder of her flesh. He knew that he would have to enter her soon. His testicles were beginning to ache from the pressure building up in them.

Damn! He thought. She was sure hot for it!

Shanti moaned beneath his weight.

"Oh, darling, it feels so good... so good... please don't stop!"

Ratan looked down at his wife's lovely, passion-contorted face. It always excited him to look at her while he was making love to her, and this time was no exception. "Yes... " he said to her through clenched teeth, "I guess it has been a long time." With that he quickly withdrew his fingers

from the straining, palpitating slit between her legs. Shanti knew he was going to enter now, and she felt a rush of unbearable desire... so great it was almost painful; a desire to have Ratan's cock ramming into her over and over again. His hand ground persistently into her breast, and she wanted nothing better than to have him obliterate her, pound her into the bed, to be completely flattened beneath him.

Ratan pressed his lips to her and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Shanti writhed still more and pushed her hips up to meet his. The tip of his cock was pressing at the entrance of her steaming passage. Steadily, he pushed and the swollen prick slid smoothly into her like a slippery snake burrowing into its nest, stretching the pliant walls of Shanti's vagina as it sank deeper and deeper up into her warm, waiting belly.

"Aaaaah... Ratan... oh Ratan, darling!" Shanti was wild now, her arms alternately flailing out flat on the bed and grasping her husband about the neck. Then her nails were on his back, running the length of its arched surface, trailing tiny red lines along his skin. Her long legs snaked up around his back, and with her powerful thigh muscles she pulled Ratan still closer to her burning body.

Yes, this was what she had wanted! This was it! This feeling that she could live forever as long as Ratan was there above her, taking her, fucking into her with all his strength. Ratan rode her, pounding hard, slapping into her with all his might; he could feel his rod touching bottom each time he dipped into her. She was squirming wildly beneath him. He knew it would not be long now and he would have to let loose. He had to exert all his will just to keep up with her pace. Her ravenous body begged his for more with each churning movement.

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"Oh, harder! Harder!" she gasped, as her heels beat a wild tattoo on his back. He thought he would go mad if he didn't soon spurt his hot, scalding cum deep into her sex-starved chasm. "Oh... oh... oh!" She was gasping for air now as she felt her orgasm drawing near. It was almost there... almost but not quite. Just a few more seconds... Ratan felt it happening deep in the pit of his belly. Quickly he threw his hands down beneath Shanti's knees and pulled her legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft cushions of her smooth, gyrating buttocks tilted against his thighs and his cock slipped even further down into the slanted shaft of her pussy. Those few extra centimeters were enough to do it for him and with a cry of abandon he let loose a stream of thick sperm that shot like a ram-jet straight up into her wildly contracting womb.

But it was much too soon for Shanti. She had felt herself climbing toward the peak, and then just before she reached it and the blessed orgasm she sought, Ratan reached his own climax. His body slumped on hers as she clung to him, still hoping against hope that she could still make it. But his rapidly deflating prick slowly slipped from the heat of her unsatisfied cunt, and try as she might, she could get no more pleasure from it.

Ratan's deep even breathing, heavy and moist against her shoulder, told her that he was sound asleep. She lay there silently for sometime, and then gently pushed his relaxed form to the side, managing to wriggle out from under his weight. She lay quietly beside him, trying to fight back the tears forming in her eyes at the great disappointment she felt. But finally she gave up the struggle and let the tiny pools of water flow silently down her cheeks. To have gone that long without making love... and now to have this happen and it was too much, she thought bitterly, tasting the saltiness of her tears at the corner of her mouth. Her heart still beat wildly in her chest, sending her blood rushing through her veins. Her entire organism was set in motion for a climax that had eluded her.

Ratan lay on his back beside Shanti, a light snore issuing from his slightly parted lips. Shanti moaned softly and pressed her legs softly together, creating an increased sensation in her tingling pussy. Gradually her hand found its way to the soft folds of flesh hidden beneath the moisture-matted tufts of pubic hair. Her finger searched out the protruding nub of her clitoris. She sighed as she felt the rush of air over the tender exposed surface. It sent a delightful feeling rushing through her; from her quivering mound it rushed up past her belly button and over the taut erections of her nipples. Pressure built in her ears as the tension mounted and her fingers moved agilely among the satiny tissues of her cunt.

Shanti was embarrassed at first by what she was doing, but then Ratan's breathing continued to come steadily beside her and she realized that there was not a chance in the world that he would wake up, even if she were to make a lot of noise. Even so, she kept her moans low and soft although the self-induced pleasure was acute and maddening.

But, something about the secrecy of what she was doing gave her an illicit thrill and made her experience an even greater enjoyment. Her breath came in jagged uneven spurts as her hand roamed the terrain of her hungry sex. Furiously her fingers worked the tormented flesh, creating ever new patterns of excitation. Over and up they traced... back and forth and sometime sliding down and inside the hot tunnel of her pussy. She groaned and twisted her body quickly from side to side, raising and lowering her hips to meet her fast moving fingers.

Her tongue licked the corner of her wide-open mouth as she sucked in her breath at a new peak of frenzy. On and on she went, until she could bear it no more, and suddenly her orgasm burst upon her like a dam breaking, flooding her with a torrent of shattering emotions, racking her body with ripping spasms of joy. Shanti's eyes brimmed once more with tears, but this time they were caused by the dizzying heights of her solitary pleasure.

She lay back, exhausted... her body satisfied at last... but as the sensation slowly ebbed away, a great sadness enveloped her, as once more Ratan's slow, even breathing reached her ears. She became upset once more that her pleasure had not come from her husband, but from her own hand.

"Damn it!" she said to herself angrily... "Damn!" She turned abruptly on her side, and after a short while fell into a deep but restless sleep.

A few days later as Ratan pulled into the Venkat's driveway, he surveyed the sumptuous grounds surrounding the Chirayu House. This was just the way he wanted to live. There was a fantastic view of the Bay from the house which was perched on the top of a sloping hill. Every light in the house was glittering brightly... the party was a big one. The sound of music and laughter drifted from the open terrace windows that gave on to the grounds.

"Now, remember," Ratan said to Shanti who sat quietly beside him. "Remember, this party could mean everything! Ram Saran is

Venkat Household Products and if I land this account I'll be able

to write my own ticket... "

"Yes, Ratan, you've told me. My memory isn't quite that short. We've been over this several times before!"

"Okay... I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly, that's all. It's got to be perfect." He brought the car to a stop, jumped out and went around to the other side to open the door for Shanti. Shanti noticed how handsome her husband looked in his suit. She was proud of him, but she was worried tonight. He had scarcely mentioned the way she looked, and she had gone out of her way to make herself especially beautiful for the party. He had looked her over, but more as though to see her through the eyes of the guests at the party, than through his own. She felt vaguely dissatisfied as they walked up to the house. A staff at the house let them in and they were greeted by Ram Saran who was standing with a small group of people near the door. Shanti noticed him right away, for he was a good head taller than most of the men present, and wore a dark burgundy-colored suit. There were waiters scurrying about through the many rooms of the house, and each room was filled with well-dressed, good-looking people. Ratan introduced Shanti to Ram Saran, who smiled and took her hand, hesitated a moment and then placed it to his lips. Shanti blushed a deep scarlet.

"Why, Ratan," Ram asked "why didn't you tell me you had such a gorgeous wife stashed away at home?"

Ratan smiled broadly and put his arms around her waist, letting his hand fall almost obscenely just below her left breast. "I like to keep her for special occasions!" he answered almost suggestively and then excused himself leaving Shanti on her own.

A short while later she found herself abandoned. Almost everyone at the party was a member of Venkat Household Products or of Venkat products. Shanti knew some of the wives on sight and she had been introduced to Rani Venkat, a stunning beauty in a kurti dress, but apparently Sheena and Venkat hadn't arrived, since she didn't see them anywhere in the vast crowd of people that kept steadily growing.

Shanti sipped her drink and soda and glanced about her. She was very impressed with the opulence of her surroundings. She had never before seen anything quite like it. The house itself was a small mansion built in the Tudor fashion with beautiful hand-carved doors and stained glass windows framed by window nooks in the old style. The main living room was immense, housing a large stone fireplace, large comfortable leather chairs and terrace doors opening onto a sloping lawn. A huge tapestry hung from the ceiling, and up on a small balcony a colorful mosaic depicted a pastoral scene. A suit of armor stood at the entrance-way, causing most of the guests to do a double-take as they entered the room.

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It wasn't difficult for her to fend off the thinly veiled passes of most of the men she encountered at the party. Sometimes she wondered why they even bothered. Didn't they know she was a married woman?

She continued circulating from group to group, getting by with a few words and a smile to those she knew and then continuing on. She was in no mood to get involved in long conversations... it was too difficult when her mind was on other things. She wondered where Ratan was. She had already gone through most of the rooms without seeing him. She heard some of the men say that there was a billiard room upstairs, and she supposed that he was there.

A waiter appeared with a tray of fresh drinks and she took one, placing her empty glass on the tray. Just then, she spotted Sheena across the room and made her way over to where she stood.

"Sheena!" she called out. "I'm so glad to see you. What kept you so long?"

"Hi, sweetie... oh you know, that husband of mine. It takes him forever to get anywhere. And they complain about us women! Ha! Thank God we're here though... looks pretty posh. Where's that man of yours?"

"Oh, I guess he's around somewhere. I haven't seen him since we walked in the door to tell you the truth. Well,... "

"Well," Sheena went on, "we girls can have fun without them for a while anyway. Besides I see some pretty good-looking creatures here tonight. Speaking of good-looking creatures, what do you think of Ram Saran?" she said, a strange glint in her eyes.

"Ram Saran? Oh, he's all right, I suppose," Shanti answered

absentmindedly.

"Did you see that dress his wife is wearing? Well, I guess if I had a figure like that I'd wear a dress like that too. As it is, I'm constantly bordering on the stylishly stout. Lucky for me lot of perfectly divine people enjoy the motherly type." Sheena laughed good-naturedly, sipping her drink and looking about her with interest.

"Sheena, I just can't get over you. I feel just terrible," Shanti whined.

"Nonsense, that shouldn't last long. I insist that you cheer up! You hear me... I insist!" And with that, Sheena drifted off in the direction of a group of young men who were holding an animated conversation in a corner.

Shanti turned, feeling rather lost and lonely in the large crowd, and not seeing Ratan, wandered across the living room and out onto the terrace that overlooked the bay. The sudden rush of cool air wafting in from the sea water caressed her face in its brisk moistness.

"Mmmm... " she sighed as she felt the fresh air clear her head of the smoke and liquor from the party. Maybe Ratan was right, she thought. It certainly would be wonderful to live like this... to have the bay right out your back door... to be able to feel this wonderful breeze singing through your hair every night of the year. But Shanti's reverie was soon shattered. As she scanned the vast expanse of the surrounding grounds, her eyes focused upon two figures in the darkness... two figures in the clutch of a passionate embrace. Not wanting to embarrass anyone, she started to turn back when suddenly she recognized the woman as Rani Venkat, the host's wife.

Well, I never... thought Shanti. And in her own house. What kind of woman...? But her train of thought was interrupted when the last of the mist that covered the moon drifted away and the moonlight lit up the face of Rani's partner.

It was Ratan!

His one hand was around Rani's waist while his other fondled her breast through the sheer material of her dress. His mouth crushed against hers as her hands played with his hardened penis that was pressed against his Suit pants. Shanti's mouth fell open and her hand involuntarily flew up to her parted lips to muffle the cry she knew was about to escape. But even her clutching hand could not stop the flow of tears that began streaming down her cheeks, causing thin black lines to run from her mascaraed lashes. Not knowing what to do, she turned to run back into the crowded house, and slammed into Sheena who was standing directly behind her.

Sheena opened her arms and enfolded Shanti to her bosom.

"Come on, honey. Let's go up the back way," she whispered as she led Shanti around to the side of the house and entered through the kitchen which was filled with the house staff and the hired caterers.

"Is anything wrong?" the chef asked as the two women quickly passed by him.

"No," Sheena answered. "I am just feeling a little faint. Is there a way upstairs without going through the living room?"

"Sure. Just go through that door and up the stairs?" Sheena nodded her thanks to the chef and steered Shanti through the door and up to the second floor. They walked down the hall until they reached what Sheena knew to be a guest room and she opened the door and gently pushed Shanti in and closed the door behind them.

Shanti sat on the bed and her body shook as she tried to control her sobbing.

"Let it all hang out, honey," Sheena whispered, sitting down next to her. "You deserve a good cry." And Shanti released her deepest feelings as her body convulsed in hysterical tears.

"Oh God!" she cried. "Why... why... why?"

Sheena put her arms around her once more and gently rocked

her back and forth.

"Come on, honey," she said firmly. "I tried to tell you what this kind of life is all about. Don't think you're the only one. I've caught Venkat in the same situation many times."

Shanti's sobs subsided slightly. "What?" she asked incredulously. "Several times! What did you do?"

"Nothing, Sheena answered matter-of-factly. "Absolutely nothing. How do you think Venkat got where he is today? Certainly not on his talent!" she laughed. "You know as well as I do that most of the assistant art directors at the agency know more about the business than he does."

"I don't think that's true," Shanti started to say.

"Don't think just because we're good friends that you have to lie to spare my feelings. Venkat got where he is by being 'nice' to a lot of account's wives. And I don't mean like a boy scout. He's jumped into bed and given what they want... a good lay! That's the way it is, honey. And so, why shouldn't I have just as good a time. I've landed a few accounts myself, you know. How do you think Venkats got the Chemment Mittal account? Mr. Mittal is very fond of me... and believe me, it was worth every minute I

spent at it. I got what I wanted; Mr. Lauder got what he wanted; and Venkat got what he wanted; so everybody's happy. What's wrong with that?"

"But your marriage?" Shanti asked.

"My marriage," Sheena interrupted her again, "has never been better. Listen, you can get awfully tired of the same man after a while. The change is good for you. You learn quite a lot from some men and it only makes sex with your husband better for it. Not to mention some of the new tricks Venkat's learned over the past few years. I've never had it so good! Now before you go into some tiring speech about marriage vows and fidelity, let's get back down to the party before somebody misses us... we should be so lucky!"

Shanti quietly fixed her face knowing very well that her past was no lily white and infidelity was in her DNA and now when she trusted this bastard - that was the mistake and he will pay for it.

For a while Sheena waited impatiently for her to finish. As soon as she was done, Sheena ushered her out the door and back down to the party which was now at its peak. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Ram Saran was standing there drinking with another man.

"Excuse me," he said to his associate. "I'd like to have a word with someone in private." And turning around just in time to catch Shanti under the arm, he steered her over to the bar to get a fresh drink. Shanti turned her head around to get Sheena's help, but Sheena just smiled and turned to find someone for herself.

"Well," Ram started, "at last we have a chance to talk. Seeing as how your husband may well be handling my account, we should get to know each other better. You know, you can tell a lot about a man by the wife he chooses. I'm sure you won't be a disappointment!"

"A gin and soda, please," Shanti asked the bartender, ignoring Ram's last statement.

"Make it two," Ram added.

"Listen," he said to Shanti. "This is no place to talk, really and why don't you have lunch with me tomorrow?"

Shanti turned to face him, about to give him a piece of her mind when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ratan slipping in the terrace door and heading for a small group of men where he immediately jumped in the conversation, obviously trying to give the impression that he had been there quite a while. The quick vignette didn't pass unnoticed by Ram either, but when Shanti turned back to him, he had his glass up to his lips as if nothing had happened.

"Well?" he asked again, "How about lunch tomorrow dear?"

Shanti hesitated for just a brief second.

"Why, yes... I'd love it."

Shanti paused outside of the restaurant. She felt foolish, and for some reason she was trembling slightly. She glanced at her reflection in the glass of the entrance-way, and, with a sigh of resignation, entered the darkness of Marriott Renaissance, carved statues lined the stairway leading down to the elegant restaurant. Shanti descended slowly, trying to get a good grip on herself. She felt like turning around and going home. It seemed so silly. Here she was, a married woman on her way to meet a married man for lunch. Well, she thought, that's all it will be... lunch... no matter how I felt about it last night!

Shanti approached the headwaiter, hoping that perhaps Ram would not yet have arrived and she could take that excuse to leave. But when she asked the dignified Kannadiga for Mr. Saran, his face brightened considerably and with a smile he instructed a nearby waiter to escort Shanti to the cocktail lounge where Ram sat waiting for her. The bar was very dark, and Shanti had a hard time making out the details until her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She had never been there before and in spite of her nervousness at the idea of meeting Ram, she felt the beginnings of a sense of excitement and adventure at what she was doing. Ram sat at a small table in a far corner nursing a large drink. He rose as she reached the table and with an easy gesture, briefly kissed her hand, as he had when he first met her.

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Shanti blushed although she tried not to and sat down. Her eyes lowered as she recovered her composure.

"Shanti, how wonderful to see you. You look even more beautiful than I remembered from last night."

The words sounded familiar, and made Shanti recall the days when she was Mrs Sridhar and mating men of her choice.

But she was surprised at how much she enjoyed hearing them. It made her feel good. She settled down in the chair, more comfortable now, as Ram ordered her a Bloody Mary. He was awfully nice looking, she noticed again as she glanced across the table at him. And he wasn't really a bad sort.

By the time she had finished her second Bloody Mary, Shanti felt a warm glow caused not only by the potent drinks, but by a feeling of mellowness that was sneaking up on her. It seemed as though she hadn't laughed in months, and Ram was doing everything within his power to amuse her - and he was doing a good job. Shanti relaxed completely now with the comforting thought that she certainly deserved to have a pleasant afternoon once in a while, Ratan hadn't even asked her what she had planned to do that day when he left for the office. He obviously didn't care, so what did it matter? And what real harm was there in feeling beautiful and desired again anyway.

They had another drink in the bar, accompanied by flaming Sheek kabab on a tiny charcoal stove that the waiter placed on their table, and then moved to the restaurant dining room where they were to have lunch. When Shanti stood up to move to the other room, she realized that she was not too steady on her legs. She reeled slightly, but then Ram took her arm to steady her and it was all right. She was not accustomed to drinking much, and in the last few days, she had already consumed more alcohol than she would have ordinarily taken in several months. Ram ordered a light lunch for them, and they had wine with the meal. By the time they finished eating, Shanti felt a little dizzy but otherwise marvelous. Everything seemed so very suddenly simple. Things didn't have to be bleak and dull. She was really enjoying herself immensely.

Ram was very attentive and seemed to know how to go about doing things so that everything worked smoothly. It was reassuring to be with him. She didn't have to think about anything... and that was a welcome relief.

They left the restaurant and walked along arm in arm for a few blocks to the hotel. Shanti gazed about her at the busy streets of New York. It was a bright, sunny day, yet not so hot that it was uncomfortable. Everything looked rosy and hazy to her and she felt it was somehow exhilarating to be a little tipsy in the afternoon.

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Ram opened the door to the hotel suite and ushered her into a beautifully furnished living room. Shanti was surprised. She had not expected it to be so plush. "Why, it's really very nice," she exclaimed.

"Sure it's nice," Ram replied, going to the bar. "Nothing's too good for our clients. We can't make Venkat Household Products look cheap. Can we?"

"No... I guess not," said Shanti. She had never even thought about such things. She usually bought the products that Ram's company manufactured, but she had never connected them with such things as elegant suites, or even handsome account executives like Ram. It was hard for her to remember the connection between Ram and her husband, to Ratan, this man was only a symbol of getting ahead... a stepping stone to a promotion. It was all so

confusing. She decided to just forget about it. She didn't want to think about Ratan anyway. It only made her angry all over again.

She sank deep into the pillows of the long sofa in the middle of the room and shook her shoes off. They landed on the thick rug with a softened thud.

"Here we are... " Ram said as he set two frosty glasses in front of her on the cocktail table. "Try this. I think you'll enjoy it."

"What is it?" Shanti asked.

"Oh... it's a little special concoction of mine. It's got gin and bitters and a few other things... taste it!" He sat down next to her and raised his glass in a toast to hers.

"To us!" he said, letting his free hand drop to Shanti's knee.

Shanti hardly noticed his hand was there, for at first he didn't move it at all, just letting it rest there casually. The drink was potent but smooth and since Shanti was slightly warm after their walk over, she drank it down thirstily. Ram drained his own glass and set it down on the table and then he encircled Shanti in his arms and before she could object, kissed her fully on the lips. Shanti tried to turn her head away, but he held her firmly. She realized that things were going a little too fast. She hadn't really thought about anything like this. She just hadn't thought at all actually. She tried to squirm away, but he held on tighter still, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. His hot tongue pushed deep inside her mouth, searching out all the secret, wet corners, flicking against and around moistly and persistently. "No... no... " she tried to cry out... but he continued his plunder of her mouth, pushing her head far back onto the back of the sofa so that her body arched against his; her full, soft breasts pressing into his chest.

Shanti kept her eyes tightly closed and tried desperately to pull away from him. But it was impossible, and in spite of herself, she felt the spark of a tantalizing desire mounting inside her. Suddenly a picture flashed in her mind. It was a picture of her husband kissing Ram's wife, Rani. She felt sick inside again for a moment... sick and disgusted with what she had seen and with herself, and then in an instant it all changed and her anger returned. That bastard! She would show him. He thought he could make a fool of her, but she would show him it wasn't quite so easy.

Ram's hands roved up and down her back and she felt one slip to her soft, smooth, rounded buttocks, where he began a slow massage that sent tingling pinpoints of pleasure racing through her, suddenly it was as though Ram's tongue were a burning torch, shoving into her mouth... and everywhere that his body touched hers, she felt as though she were on fire.

She uttered a low moan of passion that was lost in the soft sounds of his mouth on hers. What am I doing? she thought. Oh, God... what am I doing?

But it was too late to stop, even if she had really wanted to. Her body craved the hardness of a man against it, and its lustful signals were too strong to overcome any mental objection she might have had.

She felt herself sinking rapidly as the warm moisture of his breath brushed against her ear.

"Shall we go into the bedroom?" he whispered. The words resounded in her head, and instead of creating the effect that Ram had expected it was as though someone had thrown cold water on her. She felt cheap and dirty, like a common whore he had brought up from the street for an afternoon's entertainment.

"No!" she said suddenly, loudly. "No... " and abruptly wrestled herself free from his embrace.

Thinking that the battle was won, and that Shanti was more than ready to go into the bedroom with him, Ram relaxed his strong grip on her body, so that it was easy for her to break away.

Shanti jumped up, her face flushed and her hair in disarray. "No!" she cried. "Ram, I'm afraid I have to leave. I'm really not cut out for this... I'm... "

"Now wait just a minute," Ram said, his face reddening in anger. "Just who in hell do you think you are, Miss High and Mighty?" He reached up and pulled her roughly down on the sofa beside him. Once more his arms went around her and he began to speak to her in low, menacing tones, through clenched teeth, holding her tightly against him while he spoke.

"Now you listen to me, sweetie. You don't just run around drinking in hotel rooms with a guy and then think you're going walk out when it gets down to the nitty-gritty. You're not a teenager anymore, baby, and neither am I! Don't be fooled by the fancy fixings here. It may be pretty, but when you take all this stuff away it's just another hotel room... and I'm in it... and that adds up to just thing in my book."

The words stung her ears... and she tried desperately to get away from him, or at least to cover her ears so that she could not hear the ugliness of his words. He seemed different. His entire manner changed from that of a perfect gentleman to a coarse, crude longshoreman.

"No... no... " she screamed, "I've got to go. Please let me go!" But his strength was too much for her and he continued his cruel taunts, his eyes glinting fiercely and his handsome face distorted by a mixture of lust and anger.

"Listen, honey... I don't know if it means anything to you or not... but either you calm down and act sensibly or Mr. Saran... that is his name isn't it? Ratan Saran? Well, Mr. Saran won't get to be the big time exec at Venkats. As far as I'm concerned it's a toss up between Venkats and whatever for my account. And I tell you what. Mrs. Saran is the one who gets to make the decision with that hot little pussy of hers, How about that?"

Ram chuckled to himself and once more covered Shanti's lips with his. He was determined to get into this little bitch's panties now, no matter what. He had been speculating too much, ever since the party last night about what it would be like to feel his prick between her legs in that warm little pussy. To let her walk out the door now... just because she was new at the game was impossible.

She'd just have to catch up fast, he thought. Shanti felt his cruel lips bruising hers, his tongue once more forcing its way lewdly into her helplessly resisting mouth. She could hardly believe her ears. It seemed impossible that this man was saying such things to her. The very fact that she was there alone in a hotel room with him seemed unreal to her, and she could not even imagine how it all had come about. Then suddenly she remembered. Her own husband and Ram's wife! Ratan and Rani and it was all his fault.

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He had been neglecting her all this time; probably out making love to other women every night. All those nights he had refused her. She felt hysteria rising in her at the ludicrous position she was in. She didn't care about the damned promotion... all she cared about... all she could think about was the image of Ratan making love with another woman, probably hundreds of other women... and she, playing the foolish little housewife. She was a woman, with a woman's needs.

As Ram's body ground against hers, it felt as though something had snapped inside her. She hated this man and all he stood for, and yet, there was something exciting about him. A perverse pleasure began to expand within her at the evilness of what was happening. It was horrible, the feel of Ram's tongue lashing inside her mouth - horrible and yet strangely wonderful. It was becoming more and more wonderful as she thought of what

Ratan would think if he knew. It would serve him right!

Ram ground his hand into Shanti's breast, enjoying the feel of the pliant flesh beneath his hand. His fingers found her nipple and gave it a vicious twist.

"Oooooh!" Shanti groaned. But unwittingly Ram had done the one thing that would make her melt in his arms. She felt a return of the dizziness she had felt before as the gin swirled through her bloodstream, and a piercing sensation raced through her body from the tip of the nipple that Ram continued to torture, to her belly where she felt her vaginal muscles contract strongly in aching anticipation of being filled by a strange, hardened cock.

She felt the obscene touch of his other hand on her leg rising slowly under her skirt, crawling along her thigh, tracing rippling feelings of desire on her smooth, brown skin.

A tremendous shudder racked her body as Ram's fingers reached the soft vee nestled between her shapely thighs. He rapidly slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties,her saree was lifted strewn and stripped and parting the soft fleece of pubic hair, plunged them into the wetness of her pussy. The thick fingers brushed harshly against the nakedness of her flesh, thrusting into the crevice of her sensitive slit, where they toyed with her now throbbing clitoris, sending delicious sensations to every corner of her brain, making her squirm and whimper with a desire that was rapidly building into an uncontrolled inferno of naked desire.

"That's more like it, baby," Ram said, panting now that his fingers had found their mark. "You catch on pretty fast."

Shanti barely heard the words as her legs spread limply apart. It did not seem to matter anymore what Ram said to her. There was nothing to do now but respond to his touches. She wanted him to continue his fumbling between her thighs, and involuntarily she began to shift her hips so that he could have better access to her hungry, tingling cunt.

"Ah... that's it... that's it," he rasped lewdly. "Now open up those hot little thighs a little wider for me, honey. Come on, I want to play inside a little!"

The obscene words reached Shanti's ears and instead of decreasing her pleasure, she felt a wonderful sense of wickedness, and before she even realized that she had done it, she parted her thighs wider at his command. Ram screwed his entire hand down between her parted legs, and with a grunt, shoved three large fingers into her pulsating pussy.

Shanti cried out at the impact as the blunt edges of his fingers hit against her sensitive cervix, deep in the secret confines of her cunt. It felt unbelievably good.

"Ooooh!" she moaned, and for the first time she responded with her entire body to Ram's advances. She pushed up from the sofa, up against the flatness of the large frame that hovered over hers. Ram began a back-and-forth motion with his hand in an imitation of intercourse that rocked Shanti's entire body each time he reached the farthest depths of her smooth cunt passage.

"Ooooh... aaah... oooh!" Shanti moaned over and over as

Ram's hand pummeled into her.

"Ready for the bedroom yet?" Ram asked. "Just tell me when

you're ready. Come on... I need a lot more room with you than we

have here!"

Ram unceremoniously withdrew his hand from between her thighs with a wet, sucking sound, and stood up. Shanti lay there stunned, and it was a moment before she could gather her thoughts together.

"Come on!" said Ram, "I think you want it as much as I do."

Good God, she thought, what was she doing with this crude man? And yet, when he reached down to help her up, she let him pull her into his arms, where he pressed her so tight that she could feel his stiffened member throbbing against the material of his pants, pushing into her fluttering belly. He kissed her lightly and then led her by the hand into the bedroom.

The bedroom was cool and the blinds were drawn. There was a huge king-sized bed taking up most of the room. At the sight of the bed, Shanti had a wild moment of confusion. The whole thing seemed so tawdry... and the spread was disturbingly similar to the one that covered her own bed at home. But Ram stood behind her and, cupping her heaving breasts in his two hands, kissed her on the neck. Her head swam, and it felt as though her knees were going to buckle under her. Ram's long thin cock was pressing into the cheeks of her buttocks through the material of her dress.

"You're going get one good fuck thrown to you, honey. I don't know how good that husband of yours is, but I can tell you one thing... I'll give him a run for his money! Now come on, let's get those clothes off!" Ram's hands worked on the long zipper that ran the length of her blouse on the back and pulled it all the way open. He pulled the soft lightweight material of her dress off and let it slide to the floor. Shanti stood there in her bra and panties, trembling at the lewdness of his last statement.

The coolness of the air-conditioned room reached her shoulders and arms, and she felt goose pimples break out on her exposed flesh. Ram ran his hands up and down her arms, still pressing himself into her from behind. He let his hands roam over the slickness of her slip where it stretched across her gently rounded belly, then slid on to her unresisting loins, where he rubbed her teasingly, sending vibrations of lust through her sensitized pussy.

Shanti moaned softly - the adulterous was returning to her pet avocation - please her lust with men who were others' husbands as Ram turned her around to face him and then walked her backwards to the edge of the bed. He let her fall softly to its surface, and then stood above her while he removed his clothing. It only took him a few seconds to take everything off, and he was standing naked before her. Shanti looked up at him and saw his long, lust-hardened prick sticking straight up in the air. Ram's muscular body stood tall and tense above her, filled with an urgent desire for her. A shiver went through Shanti's limp, yielding body as she saw him take his cock into his hands, fondling it almost absentmindedly, as he gazed down at her. She could not help but imagine this strange man's obscene tool plunged inside her, and she realized that she wanted to know what it was like. Then why couldn't just relax completely, she wondered. Why was she tormented by these conflicting emotions after what she had seen her own husband doing with this man's wife?

She did not have long to think about it, for Ram knelt down beside her prone form and reached under her brief slip to her even briefer panties, where he hooked his thumbs into their elastic and pulled them down over her hips and her round, full buttocks and threw them on the floor. Then he pushed her slip up and pulled it off over her head. Shanti felt as though she were in a dream. Here she was, lying passively on the bed while a strange man removed her clothes. There was something terribly evil about it, and it was that very evilness that began to permeate the core of her being with a heat that she could no longer deny. Any last remaining thoughts about getting away were now gone, as she felt her bra being ripped away from her firmly rounded breasts, exposing them to Ram's avid stare, and to his grasping hands.

Shanti lay completely naked on the bed. As Ram looked down at her, he appraised her exquisite beauty. He looked at her full- blown hips, tapering gently up to the small waist then followed he curves up to her soft white breasts, which he kneaded greedily with his hands. His thumb and forefinger tweaked the rubbery nipple of her right breast, then his left hand mimicked his right, and on either side he held firmly in his grip the small twin peaks of Shanti's easily aroused bosom.

Shanti writhed beneath the tortuous feel of his fingers rolling the ball-like buds of her nipples... back and forth, round and round, until she thought she would lose her mind.

"Oooooh... no... no... " she moaned, knowing that in a moment she would be clawing at him, begging him to enter her, if he did not do so quickly.

But Ram was in no hurry now that he had her nude and helpless in front of him. He wanted to savour every moment of this conquest.

She was far more good-looking and sexy without her clothes than he had thought.

It was like taming a wild filly, he thought, and he intended to bring her to full submission. He wanted her to remember this afternoon's adventure for a long time. He lowered himself slowly so that his body gradually lay flat and hard on top of her wriggling form. His penis jumped as it contacted the smoothness of her warm feminine stomach. His chest hairs pressed into her breasts now, and he felt the erect nipples pointing into

his skin. This was really going to be good, he thought. He felt nervous perspiration starting up all over his body as the tension mounted and his lust grew.

"God, you're really stacked, sweetheart. I hope old Ratan appreciates what he's got here!" he laughed sarcastically.

The words hurt; Shanti in the midst of her building excitement felt another rush of bitter resentment against Ratan. Well it would be tit for tat now. At least there was no question about Ram's appreciating her, no matter how crude he was.

Ram pressed down on her harder, making it difficult for her to breathe and Shanti felt as though she were suffocating. Ram's wet tongue brushed across her lips and then thrust its way into er mouth where it rotated about lewdly. His breath came in heavy, uneven gasps as he began a slow grinding movement against her flattened belly. She was being ground down into the mattress, and she could feel Ram's leg part hers with one sudden movement, opening her thighs wide and the throbbing vee of her cunt.

She felt the tip of his penis push against the entrance of her secret passage, and as his hands continued to work steadily at her breasts, she slipped into a trancelike state of ecstasy. All sense of reality was gone. There was only the feel of the smooth, rubbery head of his blunt shaft as it pushed against her hair-lined slit, combined with the electricity of his hands on her breasts.

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"Nice tits you got, sweetheart," Ram said wetly into her mouth. Shanti scarcely heard what he was saying. Still, he was poised at the moist pink opening between her legs, hovering there without entering her. Shanti began to feel as though she would burst into a million pieces if something more did not happen soon. She began to push her pelvis up to meet his hard teasing cock, hoping it would slide of its own volition deep into her wet, tortured pussy. Wildly, she spread her legs and pulled them up, one on either side of his back, hooking her heels against him. The round head of his rod lodged a moment just inside fleshy cunt lips and then parting the softness of her pubic hair, rammed fully up into her heat-filled cunt.

Man, what a hot little number! Ram thought to himself. Man oh man!

He let his blood-filled member shove all the way into her, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt muscles jerking madly around his cock. It felt incredible, and he decided to fuck her now without mercy. With all the strength he had he barreled into the tenderness of her flesh, ramming his tool into her unprotected cervix. Shanti thought he was going to split her open, and she screamed with pain. But nothing could stop him now as he continued like an enraged animal rocking the full weight of his body deep deep into her upturned pussy. She had never felt such pain before and she fought him, panic-stricken. But it was to no avail. He was too strong for her, and she was helpless beneath his perverted attack.

On and on he went, slapping his sperm-filled testicles against her quivering white buttocks. Shanti could not believe what was happening.

It was like being banged. There was nothing she could do to get away from this brutal man. But after a moment harsh sensations struck her on another level, and suddenly each blow of his surging cock slithering inside her cunt, brought an unexpected pleasure.

She wanted it to hurt! It hurt and yet it felt good at the same time. It was more acute and more exciting than anything she had ever felt before. On top of her, Ram could feel his cock expanding more with each giant, cunt-splitting thrust. Her cries only served to excite him more, and on and on he rode, feverishly screwing into her upturned cunt. Shanti's torment grew into a greater and greater masochistic pleasure that enveloped her being, cloaking her in a thick veil of wildly abandoned sensuality.

"Is it hard enough for you, you little cunt!" Ram snarled. "Is it hard enough for you?" It felt to Shanti as though her cunt were filled with a hot, burning ramrod.

"Oh, yes, yes," she cried, "it's wonderful... wonderful!"

Her eyes rolled crazily back in their sockets, and her head swung from side to side as she felt wave after wave of passion mount within her.

She began to babble incoherently as the long, smooth strokes of his hardened cock invaded her womb deep and deeper. She sucked hungrily on Ram's flicking tongue, hardly aware of what she was doing. Her loins gladly sustained the delicious torture of Ram's large rampaging cock. She was completely out of control, wiggling and jerking shamelessly under his savage blows.

Ram gloated to himself as he continued skewering into her.

She was just the way he had pictured her... no longer the smug young faithful housewife but a wanton slut under him, crying out for more, loving every minute of her degradation. He liked that. It made him feel good. His cock was about to explode with a stream of sperm, but still he held back... he wanted to hear her screams a while longer. It was like music to his ears.

"Is that better than Ratan gives you?" he yelled at her breathlessly, almost bending her back over double with a fierce and powerful strike against her ravaged secret parts.

"Oh, yes, better, better... " Shanti babbled back. "Much etter!" and as she said the words she felt the beginnings of an orgasm starting in her, right where Ram's obscene cock struck, causing the prickling needles of fire that danced along the inside of her hot, desperately clasping pussy. It started at one spot and then as the thick bulbous head struck again, the spot enlarged, growing rapidly with each glancing blow... until finally it became a raging fur of untamed lust, climbing ever higher in her wildly clenching belly. She struggled and gasped for breath.

It was coming fast now. A lewd moan escaped her lips, like the mating cry of an animal, and then it was there, crashing all around her.

Every muscle tense, she arched her back and let out a piercing shriek of pleasure as the climax controlled her, taking her over completely, wracking her body with the white heat of torrential starbursts. Ram felt her cumming beneath him and began to work faster and faster, increasing his strokes to bring her to greater climax. Then when he felt it was there, he let loose his hot jet of jism, spewing into her womb like an erupting volcano. The semen hit the tip of her cervix, and slid back down her steaming vagina, mingling with Shanti's own juices, flowing slowly out of her passion-quivering vaginal lips.

As the violent waves of her orgasm subsided, Shanti whimpered and collapsed limply under Ram's sweating body. She felt used as she had never been used before but her entire being was for the first time in a long time flooded with the joy of complete release.

For those few moments she felt light-headed and without a care in the world except the still lingering shadow of guilt that flickered momentarily through her lust-dulled mind.

Shanti dressed hurriedly in the bathroom. She washed as best she could and longed to be home where she could take a hot bath to thoroughly cleanse herself of the traces of Ram's lovemaking. She felt shabby and dirty, and even though she had been plunged to the depths of ecstasy, now she wanted nothing more than to get out of there as quickly as possible. And, if possible, to forget all that had happened. Even though she seemed to look all right in the bathroom mirror, she could not imagine that there were no traces left on her of her shame and embarrassment.

This was a new Shanti - post her marriage to the infidel Ratan.

She emerged from the bathroom, and scarcely looking at Ram told him she was leaving immediately.

"Well, I don't know why you're in such a hurry to leave, but I'll take you to the stand if you're taking the cab home." He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, drinking another of his special drinks.

"Sure you don't want another drink?" he asked.

"No... I just want to leave... and you don't have to go to the stand with me. I can make it all right by myself. I ..I'm really in a hurry. I can make it b two-forty if I leave right now."

"Anything you say," Ram answered her, draining his glass and standing up. "I guess I'll be getting home, too!" Her rush to leave amused him. She wasn't in such a hurry to leave a few minutes ago, he mused.

"Okay, sweetheart... let's go," he said, taking Shanti by the

arm and leading her to the door.

He was just about to open it, when the sound of a man's and then a woman's laughter came through from the other side of the door, followed by the unmistakable noise of a key in the lock.

Ram moved quickly, pushing Shanti back into the bedroom and closing the door rapidly behind them. Shanti's heart beat wildly in her throat, and her eyes were wide with terror.

"Oh, my God!" she whispered hoarsely. "Someone's going to find us here."

"Don't worry," Ram calmed her. "Whoever it is, they'll leave in a few minutes." But now they could hear the man and the woman clearly in the next room. Footsteps approached the bedroom door and the handle began to turn.

"Seems to be locked, Rani," the voice in the other room said. "Guess we'll have to make do with the facilities out here."

The two voices combined in laughter, and Shanti was horrified to realize that the man's voice belonged to her husband.

Shanti reached out to open the door, but Ram grabbed her arm and put his hand roughly over her mouth.

"Don't be such a little fool!" he whispered to her. "Do you want him to catch you here? How are you going to explain that? Besides, he's with my wife, and I'd be very interested to hear what goes on out there. Just sit tight, sweetie."

Ram released the grip on her arm and removed his hand from her mouth. Shanti stood there, shocked and motionless. She felt paralyzed. What could she do? He was right; she couldn't go running out there. She would never be able to explain to Ratan what she doing there with Ram, even though he was out there with Rani. She still loved him, and she knew that he would never forgive her sleeping with another man, no matter what he himself had done. She knew it was different for men. It sometimes was as if they could do anything they wanted, whereas, if a woman did the same things, it would be considered a different matter entirely.

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She was trapped and there was nothing she could do about it, but stay behind that door and wait until they left. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing and the rustle of material against material accompanied by Rani's soft laughter, as she realized with a jolt that they were actually going to make love right there on the living room sofa, and that she would be forced to listen to every disgusting sound they made.

Ram stood with his ear pressed against the door an expression of delight on his face. He held Shanti firmly around the waist so that she would have to listen, too. Shanti slumped against the door, half supporting herself, half supported by Ram's arms.

She could not recall ever being so upset. Why had she ever come to the hotel with Ram Saran in the first place? It was all too much for her to comprehend. What kind of a man was he, anyway? She had never dreamed that a man like him existed. First his civilized veneer had suddenly vanished once she was alone with him, and now here he was, listening intently to the sounds of his wife making love with another man. It was ghastly, and yet, she too found herself suddenly breathing softer in an attempt to hear just what was going on out there.

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Shanti's Tryst with Adventures Ch. 02

"You're so beautiful," Ratan said to Rani on the other side of the door. "So beautiful ..." he kept repeating as he pulled her down on the sofa beside him. He let his hands rove over her slender body, stopping at the pert upturned breasts whose nipples were clearly outlined against the soft material of Rani's dress, then circling her hips with his arms, he gripped her buttocks, pulling her closer to him.

Rani's breathing came heavily and her face tilted back on the sofa wore an expression of the pain of waiting for the lovemaking that was to come. Ratan undid the buttons at the front of her blouse and saree was strewn on the sofa already removed while he put his hands inside. He could feel her trembling slightly, and when he touched her breasts, she uttered a low groan. He reached behind her and undid her bra so that the rounded orbs were free for his fervent touch. With one hand, he toyed with her nipples and weighted the soft mounds in his palms enjoying the luxurious silky feeling of Rani's skin against his hand. With his other hand, he fumbled at his zipper and gradually released his throbbing member from his trousers.

Rani heard the sound of the zipper and knew what he had done. She reached down and boldly grabbed hold of his giant cock. "Oh, my, that feels good," she said. "You're quite a big boy, aren't you?"

"It'll get even bigger when it gets where it wants to be!" Ratan said, placing his hand over hers and moving it up and down over the bulging tip of his penis. She felt the stickiness of the pearls of liquid that exuded from his excited member and with expertise, began to stroke and caress it. She felt wildly aroused by the feel of his blunt member in her small hand and could begin to imagine the wonderful feel of it sunk deep between her legs.

Ratan returned to her breasts with both hands now. First he touched them softly, and then more roughly as Rani's hand on his cock began to send maddening thrills throughout his system. He kissed her wetly on the mouth and then let his mouth slide down her chin, then her throat, covering her with tiny kisses wherever it passed. Then he was inside her blouse, pushing the limp bra cups up and sucking noisily at her nipples. He sucked and bit at them, pulling the tender flesh with his teeth, then surrounding and soothing the tortured flesh with the flat wet smoothness of his tongue.

What he was doing hurt Rani briefly from time to time, but then he would do something else that would completely unsettle her so that she could hardly bear the pleasure. She had heard of people who could cum like that, just by having their breasts sucked. No one had ever done it to her quite this way before, and she was sure that if Ratan continued, she would have an orgasm. Her hand continued working in a steady up-and-down motion at his enormous cock, pulling the loose foreskin up, then sliding it back, releasing the glistening head to the air. She shifted her buttocks back and forth on the sofa, feeling an insane tingle between her legs.

Ratan put one hand down to her quivering thigh and slowly stroked the full roundness of it, digging his thick fingers into the silky petticoat flesh, then smoothing the area he had just probed with a gentle circular motion. He let his hand travel up to the warmth high under her rumpled petticoat, where his fingers stretched out to meet her moist pulsating vulva.

Rani gave a tiny shriek of pleasure as he pushed under her panties and entwined his fingers in the dampness of her waiting pussy. Ratan's cock jumped about wildly in her hand as though it had a life of its own. He felt as though his lungs were going to burst any minute from the effort of his harsh broken breathing, but on he went, jiggling his fingers about in her crotch among the secret joys of her cunt.

Rani began to call out his name hoarsely. "Oh, Ratan ... Ratan ...do it to me ... yes, do it to me!" She screwed herself down so that his fingers could push far, far up into her satiny vagina, squealing when he reached her cervix. She kicked off her designer slippers and tried desperately to get her blouse and petticoat off, while jerking spasmodically at Ratan's convulsing prick. She was jumping around all over his hand, wiggling herself back and forth and up and down, completely out of her head with passion. She began to babble, muttering snatches of words and sentences in an incoherent wail.

"Oh yeah ... oh Ratan! Oh baby, baby ... honey do it ... oh fuck me now ... now ... oh Ratan, baby! It's sooooo gooood."

He tugged at his pants, trying to remove them.

"Come on ... let's get everything off!" he said, panting. They both stood up hastily and removed all their clothing, letting them fall to make an obscene pile in front of the sofa. Then they collapsed into each other's arms on the sofa and he was at her from all over, grasping at her buttocks, letting his hands cover every inch of her shapely naked body. They were both hot and flushed and moisture formed wherever their bodies touched.

She reached down and touched the fullness of his balls, cupping them in the palm of her hand, then once her hand was at his penis, pulling at it and teasing it and urging it to enter her.

"Oh, Ratan, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, letting her head roll from side to side. She felt as though someone had drugged her, so great was her desire for him. If she could just have that beautiful cock plunged into her to the hilt...

Suddenly Ratan got up from the couch and knelt down on the floor in front of Rani. He separated her knees with his hands and gazed hungrily at the sight of her parted sex before him. The brownish interior of her pussy peaked out temptingly from between the surrounding soft blonde hair, and her smooth, trembling thighs extended limply on either side of Ratan's body. He bent down and after taking a deep breath, pushed his face into the opened crevice. Rani gave a gasp of delight and entwined her fingers

in Ratan's hair, pulling his face forward even farther into the moisture of her loins. She ground her hips up slowly into his face, wriggling like a snake so that his tongue could sink deeper into her clasping orifice. She melted as she felt the cool wet of his mouth meet the fire of her pussy. His tongue darted in and out, then smoothly up and down, in her cunt, probing every dark corner.

"Oh Ratan ... you're sucking me ... suck me good, honey, suck me good!" she gasped.

Ratan groaned and continued his oral exploration of her twitching sex, unaware that his own wife was a scant few feet away...

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Behind the bedroom door, Ram stood tensely, with his ear glued to the wood. He could not take more of it, he knew. The lewd sounds were exciting him beyond all measure. Just the idea of his wife out there getting it from Ratan made his cock jump jerkily to a full erection. He would have to do something about it pretty soon. He still held Shanti fast, although she had made no motion to move or get away from the door. She seemed to be listening intently too, but there were tears streaming down her cheeks, and every now and then she emitted a soft sob of pained emotion. Ram looked down at her, and pulled her even closer to him, forcing his hands up under her salwar, so that he could feel her smooth, cushiony behind.

Shanti realized what he was doing, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him. He was much too strong for her - that had already been proven - and she could hardly scream under the circumstances. She felt his impudent hands pushing down beneath the salwar and the elastic of her panties and grabbing the bare flesh of her bottom. He held one plump cheek in each hand, pulling her tightly against him so that his cock shoved rudely into her stomach.

"Doesn't that do something to you, slut?" Ram whispered to her, slipping his tongue wetly into her ear as he did so. Shanti didn't bother to answer him. Yes, it was doing something to her all right. It was almost killing her to have to listen to the obscenities going on in the next room. Her husband was making love to that horrible woman. She was every bit as horrible as Ram. They were well-matched. Shanti just wanted to disappear. She thought briefly about jumping out of the window ... and that would be one way to solve everything. But she knew that she could never do that. There was really nothing she could do but suffer.

And now this monster had hold of her again. His rough hands pawed at her behind. The feel of them sickened her even more than the lewd sounds of sex emanating from the next room.

Ram pulled her down to the floor with him, right up against the door, where the loud wet sound of Ratan's tongue in Rani's cunt and Rani's cries permeated the thin wood. Ram stretched his body flat out on Shanti's and holding her pinned helplessly beneath his weight, slipped her panties down. Then with one deft move, he unzipped his fly and freed his cock, letting it spring out like a jack in the box. It stood hard and proud projecting through the open fly surrounded by tufts of his pubic hair that were visible around the edge of its thick base.

Shanti groaned softly beneath him, "Oh dear God, no. Don't let this happen again. Not again. Please not again!"

She felt the blunt end of his thick cudgel pressing against her defenseless vagina. All the hurt and humiliation she had felt were nothing compared to this final debasement. She let her body go limp, no longer caring what happened to her. Her life and her second marriage were ruined; she thought nothing else really mattered.She turned her head to the side, hoping to escape the sound of her husband's pleasure and closed her eyes tightly. Ram could hardly wait to fuck her again. What had gone before he considered just a taste of the Tamil slut whose history he was not aware of - her escapades of the past would make his cock suck vacuum but as of now he was not in the know-how and at this moment, he really wanted to make Shanti squirm beneath him. There was just something about her maddening young innocence that made him want to fuck her. He looked down at her tightly screwed-up face, her beautiful body beneath his body, trapped, waiting helplessly for him to do whatever he wanted to her. And then he thought of the two of them out there, Rani and Ratan. That was some little bitch he had for a wife, but he had to give her credit. She really had the right attitude about things, letting him have as many quail as he wanted as long as she got what she wanted. And she sure had some appetite he had to admit. Her needs even seemed to surpass his own. Before he was through, he could make this one like that too -maybe. He heard Rani crying out for Ratan to fuck her, and without waiting any further, Ram thrust into Shanti's still moist passage, skewering her to the floor like an impaled butterfly.

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"Oooomph ..." Shanti responded, the wind temporarily knocked out of her. And then, "Oooooomph!" again as he plunged again deep into her cunt. He spread into her pussy mechanically, with long even strokes, his handsome face reddening with each blow. Shanti lay quietly at first unfeeling, but then, against her will, something caught fire deep in her belly and the smooth hard cock began to arouse her once more. She began to push her hips back up to meet the maddening onslaught of Ram's lust-hardened prick. There was nothing more to lose, she knew that. She had lost her husband,

her dignity, and her self-respect ... she might as well act like the slut she had suddenly become. A tide of desire went rippling through her and suddenly she thrust her hands up into Ram's thick hair and pulled his head down to meet hers. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth and held on to his hair while her rekindled body strained and pushed under him. She felt the hardness of the floor underneath her involuntarily grinding buttocks, but it did not take away the wonderful feel of Ram's swollen member touching her inflamed genitals.

She felt the cold wood smacked against the nakedness of her gyrating bottom. Her loins felt warm like butter left on a stove to melt. She was ground down to the floor with each glancing blow of Ram's penis. Her entire being was filled with the prick that was beating against the smooth sensitive walls of her cunt. Ram's balls slapped rhythmically against her wet buttocks and finally the sounds of their own lovemaking drowned out the lustful noises of their spouses.

"Aaahhh! Yes, sweet bitch ... shake those hips, give it to me baby, give it to me!" Ram bent her backwards so that she was almost bent over double. The pleasure was too intense for Shanti to deny, and all her pent-up anger and hurt combined in a great release of tension as her sex juices flowed freely around Ram's surging prick. He dug his fingers into her firm breasts, and holding onto them he continued rocking her thrashing body back and forth. She felt her kurti clinging to her skin moistly from their combined sweat, and she knew it would be crushed, especially where it was bunched up around her waist, but she could not even begin to worry about it. She was only aware of the long cock inside her. Her mouth hung open and she felt as if she were no longer a human being, but a twisting turning object, totally mindless. She was nearing an orgasm, and that was all that mattered. It was going to be incredible, better than anything else she had ever known.

Ram watched her contorted face avidly, waiting for the moment when she would want to cum and would scream out for him to make her do it.

"Tell me when you're cumming!" he called out ... massaging her breasts wildly and pressing with his thumbs as far as he could into the delicate spongy flesh.

"Oh Ram ... yes ... yes ... now ... now! Now!" And with that Ram rammed harder and released a gush of hot, boiling sperm deep into her wildly twitching cunt.

"Oh, ohoohooohh ... Shanti wailed as the culminating orgasm spiraled round and round inside her pussy and rapidly spread its delicious sensations to the rest of her body.

"Man ... you sure fuck good, honey ... you sure fuck good!" Ram grunted.

* * *

Rani lifted Ratan's glistening face up from between her legs.

"Oh Ratan," she cried. "Please fuck now ... fuck me now!"

Ratan looked up at Rani's sex-tormented features ... her brownish dark hair hung down in her eyes and her mouth was slack and full. He stood on his knees and deftly parted the lips of her soft, fleece-covered cunt with his fingers. He saw Rani's belly quiver at the touch. Then he touched his penis to the opening of her vagina. She was small and he knew that he would have to push his way into her, because of the dimensions of his cock. He placed his palms against the flat sides of her thighs and slowly pushed them even wider apart. Then he began to press into the moist flesh of her pussy. He met resistance at first, then the ring-like muscles gave with a slight pop and admitted his enormous cock, slowly but surely into her very depths.

"Oh, Ratan ... fuck me good ... fuck me good." Rani's legs splayed out wide on either side of his muscular torso ... her body slumped down on the couch, pointed breasts shaking as she jerked and slid her further down in an attempt to accommodate even more of Ratan's cock. The thick head buried itself in the tight folds of vagina ... sinking steadily deeper and deeper, creating an increased pleasure for both of them with each centimeter it sank. A long low moan escaped from Rani's lips as she felt her inner passage stretching to surround the huge cudgel being implanted in her loins. It was maddening, somehow indecent to feel Ratan plowing her like that, down on his knees in front of her, while she lay naked in the company's hotel suite. But, it was wonderful. It gave her a sense of wickedness that heightened her excitement. This was certainly by far the best of Ram's clients ... and the most interesting from several points of view. She must make sure that he got the account so that she could see a lot more of him. She knew that it would take more than once for her to get enough of this one.

Ratan rammed his penis into her with all his might now ... touching the end of her narrow cunt. He felt her jump and then groan with pain as he hit her again and again with the full force of his loins. It was quite a bonus to be fucking Ram Saran's lady, and to have her look like a bathing beauty and screw like a professional.

"Aaahh!" she cried out ... and then again ... "Aaahh! OH it's too good. It's too good ... oh God ... oh God ... I'm cumming already ... I'm cumming ... ohhhh!"

Her legs and thighs shook uncontrollably and her arms thrashed out from side to side. Her belly rose and fell rapidly as Ratan grabbed her around the waist and pulled her crotch forward with a strong rapid motion, impaling her pussy on his lust-crazed cock. He ground her hips down on his member, using the lower half of her body like an object made only for his gratification. As the bulbous head of his cock struck brutally and he felt her jerking spasmodically around his cock, he felt his own orgasm start and gave her three fast hard blows. On the third he flooded her pussy with his cum and gave a great cry of joy and relief, while Rani jerked and flailed about in her final spasms.

The heat of their passion slowly subsided and Ratan fell forward onto Rani's spent body. They lay there for a few moments and Ratan's prick gradually deflating, until it slipped softly from her exhausted cunt.

In the other room Ram and Shanti lay limply on the floor. Neither couple had heard the final spasms of the other, so overcome with their own emotions.

Ram lay sprawled out on Shanti's voluptuous shape, while she lay almost unconscious beneath him. As he began to get his breathing under control again he listened carefully to see if he could hear what was going on in the living room. But there was no sound at all.

Both couples had reached simultaneous orgasms.

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Shanti's Tryst with Adventures Ch. 03

Ratan stood in front of the full length mirror in the living room of the suite adjusting his tie. He ran his hands through his tousled hair in an attempt to smooth out the tangled mess. "I sure as hell wish I could get into the Toilet!" he called over his shoulder to Rani, who was still lying naked on the sofa. "I have to get back to the office for an appointment."

Rani smiled and looked up at Ratan. "Relax, honey. You can fix yourself up in the men's room downstairs in the lobby."

"But why," Ratan asked, "would the bathroom be locked?"

"Oh, who knows?" Ram probably has something in there he doesn't want anyone to see..."

Ratan took one last inspective look in the mirror, checking for any obvious signs of his afternoon of sex and turned back to Rani. But before he could get his mouth open to speak, Rani was up from the sofa and pressing her warm, naked body against his suit. Her mouth reached up for his, pulling his head down to hers. She kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue deep into his throat.

"You're quite a man," she sighed, tracing a trail with her tongue from his mouth to his left ear. "I am quite a man."

"I do my best..." Ratan answered, trying to be nonchalant.

"And I get better as I go along."

Rani threw her head back, her long hair billowing out behind her, and laughed. "I bet you do."

Ratan's hand fell down to the still hot damp between her legs and sent one finger up into her well-stretched pussy.

"OOoooohhh..." Rani cooed at the unexpected intrusion. "I thought you were in such a hurry to get to the office." And grabbing his wrist with both hands, she held his hand steady while she slid back and forth on his probing index finger.

"Oh, yesss ... yesss," she hissed, her passion reigniting.

She was ready for more.

"Sorry, baby," Ratan said, freeing his inserted finger from her grasp. "But this man's got work to do. Not that I wouldn't rather be here, but that's life."

"Well," Rani answered. "Since we'll be seeing a lot more of each other..."

"What makes you so sure of that?" he interrupted her.

"After all, you will be handling Venkat Products, won't you? And, I mean, I am Mrs. Ram Saran!"

"I thought that decision was yet to be made by your husband. I understand I'm not the only candidate in the running!"

Rani reached out and squeezed the bulge in his pants.

"As far as I'm concerned, you are!" she said, fondling his growing tool. "Now get going, before I can no longer control myself."

Ratan walked across the room to the door, picking up his coat from the chair on the way. "Shall I call you?" he asked, turning to stare at her firm, ripe body once more.

"Don't bother," she replied. "I'll call you."

No more than five seconds after Ratan had closed the door behind him, the door to the bedroom swung open and Ram stepped out into the living room. Rani spun around to face him and, seeing it was her husband, burst into gales of uncontrollable laughter.

"Oh, nooo..." she laughed. "You mean to tell me that you were in there all this time! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. You dirty old bastard! You mean you listened while another man fucked the stuffing out of your wife. You must have had a hard-on the size of a silo! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

Ram grabbed Rani in his arms and crushed her body to his.

"You horny little bitch!" he said, his laughter mixing with hers. "You just couldn't wait to get into that young stud's pants, could you? What is the matter? I'm not giving you enough at home?" The two of them rocked back and forth in laughter, barely able to stand in an upright position, and finally, they fell into a playful heap on the sofa.

Listen," Rani managed to say through her laughter. "I'm not the only one. I saw the way you were ogling that little snip of a wife of his last night. I'm surprised I didn't find you in here with her. What's wrong? Losing your touch?"

"Not at all, my dear, not at all, Wait right here. I have a little ... no, make that a big surprise for you!"

Rani stretched back on the sofa, letting her hands fall on her moist, open pussy, giving herself a soft massage. "Mmmm ...!" she sighed, knowing that Ram would be back in a few seconds with a raging hard-on and she could continue her afternoon of sex.

But Rani was not at all prepared for his surprise.

"Ta Thaaaa!" Ram's voice imitated a heralding trumpet. "Ta, ta, ta, taaa!"

Rani looked up from her reclining position and there, standing before her, was Shanti. Ram stood directly behind her, his hands around her chest, resting on the heaving twin mounds of her breasts.

"Why you old son of a bitch Ram you got this slut- Tamil Iyer!" Rani yelled at Ram. "What is this poor bitch going to think of me?" she asked sarcastically.

Shanti was mortified. How had this happened to her? She tried not to think of anything. Her eyes remained closed as she heard their voices trading wise remarks and then breaking into raucous laughter once more. How could anyone be so crude? She tried to twist away, but Ram's hands were working on her breasts and she could not stop the continuous waves of pleasure that coursed through her loins.

"Oh, God," she moaned softly. "Oh, God!"

Both Ram and Rani mistook her cry for help as a sign of her interest and began to take full advantage of the situation. Rani got up from the sofa and walked over to where Shanti and Ram stood.

"I'll have to admit," she said to Ram, looking Shanti up and down with an appraising eye, "she's as good a catch as her husband. I trust you've shown the young lady a good time?"

"She is the best!" Ram answered. "Would you expect anything else from me?"

Shanti's body stiffened as she felt another pair of hands begin searching out her body. Oh no, she thought. They wouldn't. They couldn't. This is a civilized society. Things like this just don't happen. But suddenly Rani's hands reached under her salwar and traveled up the length of her long thighs, not stopping until they reached her abused pussy.

"Why, Ram!" Rani cried out in mock concern. "This young lady hasn't any panties on. What have you been doing to her?"

Shanti opened her eyes slowly. As she bent her head down, she saw first Ram's hands still kneading her breasts and just below that, the top of Rani's head, her arms were hidden beneath the folds of her skirt.

Shanti's reeling mind tried to find a way out of this obscene predicament but she knew there was no answer. A word from either of them and her marriage was ruined. And her marriage was all she had, bad as it as; she had to hold onto it at any cost. And right now, the price was total submission to the depraved demands these two were making on her. And with one great sigh, Shanti forced her tense body to relax.

Ram's hands stopped their attack on Shanti's breasts and slowly went around to her back, unfastening the catch at the top and in agonizing slowness, pulled the zipper as far down as it would go. His nimble fingers quickly released the clasp at the back of her bra and he slipped it out the back of her dress. The top of her dress fell down to her waist and Rani, still kneeling pulled the rumpled garment down to Shanti's bare feet.

"My," Rani purred. "She is a beauty, isn't she?"

Ram lifted Shanti up from the floor so that Rani could throw her dress across the room and take her high heels off, throwing them in the same direction. Shanti now stood completely naked before their lustful gazes. Her voluptuous dusky body glistened in the artificial light of the large room ... beads of nervous perspiration popped out all over her skin. Her figure was perfect. The rib lines above the waist where the skin pulled under the bulge of her breasts. The navel with the thin line of down ran down like a pointer to the sleek curls of black hair against which the tops of thighs pressed in an unsuccessful effort of concealment. She was all breasts, hips, and thighs, ready to be loved ... and Rani could hardly wait.

Rani turned Shanti around and gently pushed her into the bedroom. "Onto the bed, dear," she said quietly. "And open your legs wide. I want to see how big you've been stretched by my Ram's cock."

"More than that, dear," Rani ordered softly. "More than that!"

Shanti sobbed, her eyes clenched tightly shut and helplessly spread her legs as far apart as was humanly possible, trying somehow to get this over with as fast as possible.

"Don't cry, my dear," Rani said. "It's not as though I were going to ram a huge, vile prick inside you!"

Ram laughed coarsely.

"Don't you wish you had one to do it with," he jibed at Rani. "Don't you wish!"

"Why, Ram ... you may be giving Shanti the wrong idea. I only occasionally dabble in these things. Generally I am strictly interested in the stronger sex. You know that."

Shanti felt herself get dizzy again. It was unbelievable. The mere thought of being touched by another woman was enough to make her skin get goose pimples she had fucked her own sister Chitra, but here she was in a different situation she did not like this lady, lying naked with this perverted, fiendish woman. It was all so perfectly awful.

She was going to have to submit to the disgusting indignities that this deranged couple was going to inflict upon her. It was not enough that she had already been through so much with Ram, and had also been forced to listen while her husband made love to Rani. No. That wasn't enough. The fates had more in store for her. She wondered what she had ever done to deserve being in such a position.

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I just can't do it, she thought, suddenly. But Rani's hands were now reaching around her waist, and slowly worked themselves up to the tips of her breasts, tracing light fingernail lines along her white, creamy skin as they went. Ram sat on the bed watching them, a broad smile playing lustfully on his lips. This was even better than he hoped. It wasn't often he got a chance to see his wife go to work on a chick, but it was certainly well worth waiting for, he knew.

"Go ahead, baby. Let's see a little action." He could feel his penis rising once more at the sight of the two naked women on the bed.

Shanti's nipples became harder and harder under Rani's manipulations. She tried desperately to fight the feeling of excitement racing from the pointed tips to her already well-lubricated sex. But it was too much for her, and even though she hated the insidious woman's touch on her skin, it was unmistakably beginning to arouse her. "That's it, that's it," Ram said. "She really digs that. Look at her."

Rani continued her massage as Shanti lay there with her legs spread, feeling more ashamed than she had ever felt before. Her pulse raced and her lips trembled uncontrollably. She knew that Ram was sitting there staring into the unprotected wide-spread lips of her vagina while his wife was violating her. All the images of kidnappings and rapes that she had ever had flashed through her mind. She would never have dreamed that she would ever find herself in a predicament as depraved and hopeless as this one.

She cried out as Rani's hands drifted down to the sensitive crevice between her legs. Rani's breast brushed against Shanti's side as she pressed closer still, in order to position herself better. Her fingers brushed inside the tender outer lips of her pussy. Shanti jumped, startled by the touch.

"Mmmmm. She's very sensitive, honey. I'll bet you had a high old time with her." Rani smiled suggestively at Ram.

"Yeah, she's a hot one, all right, but she still has to get over a few hang-ups, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, I know what you mean ... just a sweet little housewife,

eh?"

"She says that this is her first time out ... so it might as well be a good one. She'll thank us for it later when she sees how good things can get once you let yourself go and forget everything but your body."

That was a lie Shanti wanted to live with - and hope Ratan would not fix the lie with his new found love.

Rani's fingers continued their nervous fiddling in the narrow confines of Shanti's pussy, causing Shanti to begin to moan softly and toss her head from side to side, while her thighs quivered gently.

"Oh no ... oh no ..." she cried. "Please don't touch me there. Stop, please."

But her cries went unheeded as Rani slipped one finger down into the smooth wet cavern of her vagina. Shanti jumped as Rani's nails scraped the side of her soft, hairline entrance, then the pain was gone and she felt the nudging of the other woman's fingers inside her. She realized that the sooner she gave in to them the sooner it would be all over.

Rani's fingers circled around inside her warm, fleshy passage, while with her thumb she flicked at Shanti's clitoris. Slowly the sensation built as the expert caressing went on and on. Ram moved in closer, almost drooling now from the excitement of watching them. He slipped one of his large hands under her soft, trembling buttocks and squeezed.

"What a great ass," he said. "Did you see her behind, Rani ... almost as nice as yours."

"Almost," Rani laughed.

Shanti tried to block out their obscene conversation. Their coarseness was staggering. Her mind boggled at the unreality of it all. This was the kind of thing that happened in books or in dirty movies. How could it be happening to her?

In spite of herself her vagina was moistening around Rani's working fingers and her hips began to move in a tiny, involuntary rotating motion. She realized that nothing would ever be the same for her. This shame would haunt her forever. Then Rani made a sudden movement and pushed her fingers up to the very end of Shanti's widely stretched pussy. She cried out at the searing sensation of pain that accompanied the violent thrust, straining to get away from the hideous feminine touch, but Ram pushed her

buttocks up, preventing her from squirming backwards.

"She's a nice size. Still tight. I'll bet she's never had anyone before her old man. It's a wonder his cock hasn't stretched her any wider than that. I hate to tell you, but he's got one big cock ... even though you are the champ in my book. Or should I say in my ..."

"Oh stop rapping and let's get on with it." Ram was becoming impatient. He wanted to get into Shanti again, but first he wanted to see a good show.

"Look at her wiggle. I'll bet she didn't know she'd enjoy a woman's touch so much. In a few minutes I'll have her exactly the way you want her. She'll be begging you for it."

Shanti sucked in her breath. A perverse thrill ran through her. After all, she was being used against her will by these people and in a weird way it began to make her want to wallow in the obscenity of it all. Let them give pleasure. She would accept ... and enjoy it! If they were evil, she would be even more evil. She would not let them get the better of her. Her legs began to slide up and down with each twirl of Rani's fingers inside her pussy. Then, perversely, she spread them out even further.

"She's really getting excited now," Ram said, pinching the smooth white flesh of Shanti's slowly rotating buttocks. His breathing came in short heavy gasps, and he could feel his prick stiffening to its fully erect size.

"Yes, look at her spread them wide," Rani smirked. "I told you she'd really come around!"

Shanti let herself go ... the kneading of Ram's fingers at her bottom combined with Rani's thorough explorations. Her cunt seemed huge to her, and she wanted to have it filled even more than it was being filled by Rani's slender hand. She pushed her buttocks lewdly against Ram's hand, squirming and moaning with abandon. Anything they would say now would only make her more excited, she knew. She was completely ready to be an object for their lust and for her own now rising desires.

Then Ram's lips were at her breasts, pulling and twisting the stiffened nipples. She felt wetness seeping from her stimulated pussy.

"She's very, very wet, love ... sure you don't want to put your prick in there now?"

"Yes, in a little bit," Ram answered. His hands had found a new occupation. He slipped into the open crevice of her buttocks and poked one finger into the tiny puckered opening of her anus.

"Nice little ass," he said. "I haven't explored this yet." He jiggled his finger tentatively at the entranceway. Shanti cried out in pain. She was shocked back to the awful reality of the situation. Oh no, she thought. They're not going to do things to me there too. It was quite a while she got some ass drilling - at least 4 weeks or more since Ratan had stopped taking her there.

"I think she's a virgin here." Ram grunted, and with that he thrust his finger in up to the first knuckle joint.

"Aaaggg!" Shanti screamed with greater pain and indignity, arching her back, trying to move her buttocks away from his attack. But Rani pushed even harder into her vagina ... forcing her back down onto Ram's solidly worming finger.

"Nooo!" she squealed.

"Oh yeess," Rani crooned down at her viciously. "Yes."

The pain rose deep inside her burning anus. She could think of nothing but the thought that she just couldn't stand it. It was the most awful pain she had ever felt. She had to get his finger out of her. But pull and wiggle as she might, she could not free herself from the dual pressures being exerted on her. Then in her efforts to escape the unwanted advances she herself created a friction that turned the two slithering hands into instruments of joy. She was lost then, completely lost to them, and wave after wave after wave of sudden uninvited ecstasy swept over her. She was a circus performer walking a tightrope. She was falling. She was a skydiver floating free. She was inside a giant bubble and it was inflating more and more. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurting sensations to get to that point high up inside her pulsating vagina. Then it all came together and ...

"Aaaah!" Shanti was released.

She choked and sputtered and wailed her happiness. It was the most potent climax she had ever experienced. Ram watched Shanti cum and he realized that he had never before seen anything quite like it. His penis struggled

in his pants with the full intention of getting out to ram up inside Shanti's turbulently clenching pussy. He felt somehow frustrated at this spectacle, wanting to have been inside her when she came like that. Both he and Rani sat back panting, a little stunned at the tumultuous climax they had caused. Ram looked down at the wet, glistening hairs of Shanti's vagina, thoroughly drenched by her own sex liquids. What a sight! He thought. What a gorgeous creature she was. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of a completely satiated female, he realized.

He motioned to Rani in such a way that she realized he was ready to mount Shanti's worn-out body. He knew that he could bring her back to life with the rod that he now fumbled almost absentmindedly in his hand.

Rani got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. She was exhausted and was more than happy to let Ram have his way with Shanti. As for her, she intended to take a nice long shower and freshen herself up while Ram had his fun.

Ram sat for several long minutes gazing down at Shanti's splendid nakedness. Shanti lay motionless, almost in a trance state, eyes tightly closed, limbs limp, spread obscenely wide for the world to see. Ram's hand worked up and down the thick shaft of his cock, while he looked at her. The bulbous red tip shone with moisture ... and he stroked the foreskin all the way back, so that the straining member stood taut and tight. He had intended to fuck her, but the action of his hand had set in motion a wonderful warm sensation that felt so good that he could not stop.

His eyes were glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead as his labored breathing filled the room. Soon his face had turned a deep scarlet and his eyes were closed in an expression of utter bliss. Shanti stirred lazily on the bed, for these few brief minutes, unaware of the obscenity around her. She heard the peculiar noise of Ram's hand slapping up and down on his own big lustful flesh, but she did not dare open her eyes to see what was going on. Suddenly she felt wetness all over her body ... on her face, running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her stomach, inching down her still spread thighs. She opened her eyes with a start and saw Ram kneeling above her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain the hot, white liquid of its ecstasy.

Ram uttered loud grunts and moans as he jerkily manipulated his fingers, and the last lewd drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto Shanti's smooth, contorted features.

Shanti clenched and drew herself up into a ball, turning her face to the crumpled sheets in an effort to wipe off the ugliness that had been inflicted on her.

Only one thought ran through her mind. Her husband!

This was all Ratan's doing. All his fault that she had been put through this torment with these maniacs. The sound of her anguished sobs filled the room as Ram left the bed to join Rani in the bathroom.

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Shanti's Tryst with Adventures Ch. 04

When Shanti arrived home, it was already dark outside. She noticed with surprise that there were lights on in the house. Ratan was home already. She had counted on his not being there. On the one night when she would have wanted him to stay out, he had come home for dinner! She felt weak and bedraggled and she had no idea how she could cope with his presence. She had not even been able to think out the full ramifications of what had transpired that afternoon. Every inch of her body ached from the horrible body-wracking positions she had been put through. Now, she couldn't bear the thought of looking at her husband's face. The very idea disgusted her.

She opened the door to the house and seeing that Ratan was in the living room looking at television, she tried to quietly make her way to the steps where she could get to the bedroom and at least attempt to get herself together before having to make dinner. But Ratan had been listening for her and he heard the key in the lock. He came to the living room door and called to her as she was halfway up the stairs.

"Hi, jaaneman! I'm home ... where've you been for such a long time?"

Shanti turned and looked at him. She felt like spitting in his face.

"I've been shopping," she said slowly, barely managing to control herself.

"Oh? What did you get? Where are all the packages?"

"Being sent. I'll be down in a few minutes to fix dinner," she answered and turned her back and continued up the steps.

Ratan stood watching her. Her round firm buttocks moved slowly as she climbed the stairs, and Ratan, still stimulated by his workout with Rani, felt the stirrings of his dormant member at the sight of them.

It had been a while since he had made love to her. She would certainly be ready for a little tonight, he mused as the provocatively swinging hips disappeared from his sight, and he turned and went back to watch the news on television. Shanti closed the bedroom door behind her with a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed. She felt like she was having a nightmare of gigantic proportions. She lay still, hoping her nerves would stand the strain. Suddenly, she laughed when she realized that her mind was pondering what to fix for dinner, making a mental list of what was in the freezer. At a time like this ... she still responded with the same old reflexes. She laughed again bitterly and got up to run herself a hot tub.

The water filled up to the brim and she plunged her body into it with a groan. She lay motionless, letting the warm water caress her skin and slowly seep into her abused crevices. Her tears returned as she thought with fury of Ratan downstairs ... just sitting there looking at television ... waiting for her to cook him dinner, when only a few hours ago he had been talking sweet talk to that bitch Rani ... telling her how beautiful she was ... then kissing her ... making love to someone who was almost a stranger in a way he hadn't made love to her in a month!

Well, he could fix his own dinner, she'd be damned if she'd go downstairs and cook for him. She began to scrub herself vigorously.

She felt so helpless. If only there was something she could do. Divorce? No, but there had to be some way to bring him back to his sense, she thought. It seemed as if the whole world had gone crazy.

Her nipples smarted from the rigorous pinching and squeezing they had undergone and the delicate tissues of her vagina felt raw. Her stomach felt queasy at the thought of what she had gone through that afternoon.

After a long while, she stepped out onto the bathmat and toweled herself dry. She went to the medicine cabinet and took out a small brown bottle. She shook out two green pills and popped them in her mouth, swallowing them without water. She thought a moment, and took another pill. After putting on a warm nightgown, she creamed her face and got between the sheets of the

big double bed. She knew the sleeping pills would work almost instantly. That was what she wanted, complete oblivion, escape from the burning shame and anger that continued to taunt her. As she slowly slipped into unconsciousness; one final image of Ram Saran kneeling over her, his huge penis grasped firmly in his hand, filled the screen of her mind and then there was nothing but blissful blackness.

* * *

Downstairs, Ratan sat watching film clips of the war. The sound of mortar shells and machine guns filled the living room. He was sitting in his favorite comfortable chair, a gin and tonic at his side. He watched the jungle scenes, the killed and wounded men with an air of detachment. He was thinking about Rani and what she had said about his getting the Venkat account, if she had anything to do with it. At least that's what he seemed to remember her saying.

He felt elated. It gave him a real sense of accomplishment to know that he had made the right move when he followed through on Rani's first blatant pass at him at the party. Hot little number, he thought to himself. He wondered how soon she would call him.

As he downed his second drink, his stomach growled. H realized that he was starving ... where was Shanti anyway? She certainly did seem to act rather strangely when she came in. I'll bet it's because she hasn't had any in a while. Well, I'll see she gets some tonight! The thoughts passed through his mind as he fixed himself another drink.

"Shanti!" he called in the direction of the bedroom. "Shanti! What are you doing up there? How's about dinner?"

When he got no answer, he figured she was probably still in the tub making herself pretty for him. Well, he'd just have to have another drink and wait for her to come down.

As he sat back down in front of the television, his mind turned back to his obsession. Ever since he had been a young guy in college, he had decided that the world was made up of two kinds of people, the smart guys and the fall guys. He had set about to get to the top as fast as he could and by any means necessary. Now, he was just getting a taste of the rewards of that point of view. It was all beginning to pay off, and once he got this account, there would be no stopping him ... no more crummy jobs . no more fawning over agency big-wigs. There were quite a few eople he was going to have scurrying about for him once he got his promotion. He downed his drink and got up to fix himself another.

The television continued to blast out an incessant stream of

news which Ratan watched without paying any attention to what was

being said.

"Shanti! Shanti!" he called out. Where the hell was she, anyway? This was getting a little ridiculous now. He made a mental note to take a firmer stand with her. This was the first time he'd been home for dinner in days, and there was no dinner. He stood at the bar in the living room finishing off the last of the gin and then started up the stairs with a determined step. When he reached the top step, he noticed with surprise that the bedroom door was closed. He opened it and after his eyes became accustomed to the darkness, spotted Shanti lying face down on the

bed in a deep sleep.

Ratan approached the bed slowly, hardly believing his eyes. He sat on the bed beside her and shook her arm. But she made no visible sign of awakening. He shook her harder still ... and she moaned something incoherent and tried to bury her face in the pillow.

Finally he realized that she must have taken a sleeping pill, but he was at a loss as to understand why. He sat there, looking down at her sleeping form, completely puzzled and vaguely annoyed. Shanti stirred slightly and he took note of the bulge of her buttocks once more. Slowly, he pulled the sheets back, uncovering first her back and then the protruding mounds of her soft, brown behind. He pulled her nightgown up so that the whiteness of her whole ass was exposed to his view. He felt his prick stiffen at the sight of it. He pulled the gown up still further, tugging and turning Shanti's lifeless body so that the material could slide easily over her jutting breasts.

Shanti slowly became aware of the fact that something was happening. At first it seemed like a dream, and then through the haze of her drugged state, she realized that it was not a dream at all ... it was real.

Ratan had taken her nightgown off completely, and was now massaging her breasts with his firm, familiar touch. He was really excited now. She seemed so helpless because of the pills she had taken and something about the way she looked made him want to fuck her. He knew it was partly because of his afternoon with Rani that he was still horny. He chuckled to himself. Shanti was going to get her share too!

Shanti struggled to return to a fully conscious state, but the strength of the pills worked against her. She could only reach a kind of limbo in between, in which she was aware of what was going on, although it was all somewhat distorted; and yet, she could do little to prevent it, except to feebly twist and turn her in an effort to avoid her husband's intimate touches.

In her twilight world, she felt her tender vaginal lips being opened and invaded once more by several blunt objects ... candles perhaps. No ... she finally recognized them as someone's large and elongated fingers.

"Uuuunnngggg!" she cried out from the depths of her throat."Nooo ... nooooo..."

But Ratan had no intention of letting her loose now. His fingers worked in the wet elasticity of Shanti's defenseless cunt, exploring all the hidden folds and recesses as though he had never been there before. Shanti groaned as she felt the forceful plunder of her pussy continue even more vigorously. Fingers moved back and forth, around and sideways, up and down within her secret passage.

Ratan sat beside her on the bed watching her face as she began to react to his searching thrusts. His face was flushed from the liquor he had consumed and was beginning to feel a whirling sensation in his brain that prevented him from thinking clearly. His features took on an evil cast as his lust continued to grow in measure with his enormous swelling cock.

"Oh, baby!" he said aloud. "Have I got something for you!"

Shanti's eyes were half opened, but Ratan was only a blur to her. She imagined that it was Ram again and seemed to see his lewd face leering at her. It was too much to take ... not again!

She tried to scream, but the sound she made was only a low moan, although to her distorted mind, it seemed that she filled the room with her cry for help.

Ratan only mistook the moans as a sign of her arousal and

her desire for him to continue.

"Yeah ... that feels good, baby... doesn't it?" he whispered, jiggling his hand up still further into her warm vaginal canal. He leaned over and cupped his mouth over one of her hardened, rubbery nipples. Taking the tiny cone between his teeth, he began to flick at it with his tongue.

Shanti abruptly stopped what she thought was her screaming. It wasn't Ram who was doing this to her... she knew that now, but who was it? The biting sent tremors of delight through her system. She seemed to imagine she was with Ratan ... long before any of the problems had begun ... long before they were married.

They were in love and he was kissing her breasts.

She arched herself up and the sliding fingers in her vagina sent a shock wave of pleasure up into her belly ... a pleasure so great that all of her muscles contracted violently.

"Ratan!" she cried out, still unaware of the exact circumstances of the situation.

Ratan thought his fingers might break inside her tightened cunt as Shanti squeezed her legs together in an effort to increase the incredibly wonderful heat in her loins.

"Yeah, baby ... daddy's here ..." Ratan replied. He got up on his knees on the bed and placed his throbbing cock at the slit of her twitching pussy. Shanti writhed maniacally beneath him, her large white breasts Ratanbing up and down as she moved. Her hips squirmed from side to side and pushed forward to meet him.

He loved her and she loved him. It was all so simple in her drug-deceived mind.

Ratan couldn't hold back anymore. He flung his whole body on top of hers, letting his rocklike cock ram into her contracting vagina like a piston in a combustion engine. The thick round head burrowed deep into the softness of her womb, pushing in ripples the wet walls of flesh before it. A searing pain exploded inside of Shanti's pussy, bringing her to a conscious state with a startling jolt.

She let out a scream of pain and anger. She knew exactly what was happening now, and she remembered that she wanted nothing to do with her deceiving husband. She didn't want him to touch her after what had happened that very afternoon.

"Get away from me! Get away!" she yelled, trying to push him

off her naked body.

But Ratan was like a madman now. His powerful thrust had ignited a flame of brutality inside him and he held onto his wife with a fierce grip, pounding her with strong and heavy blows. He pushed Shanti deep into the springy mattress of their bed with each thrust, enjoying the feel of her against his chest, ignoring her screams.

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What the fuck was the screaming about anyway, he thought. She was always begging him for it before. And now, her screams only served to make him angrier and he decided he would do whatever he pleased with her. The hell with her, he figured ...going to bed without saying a word ... without even fixing dinner for him. She needed a good straightening out anyway.

Ratan felt godlike - taking her this way. He had always been impressed with the old Greek myths about the gods coming down to earth and taking any mortal woman they fancied.

He knew it was going to be a long time before he came. Sometimes it was like that. He was glad, because he wanted this to last as long as possible.

"What's the matter?" he yelled above Shanti's cries. "Don't you like it? I thought you liked it a little rough!"

He panted heavily and suddenly pulled out of her. Shanti, terrified, tried to scramble away, but he pulled her back on the bed and slapped her hard across the face. He had never hit her before and had not even known he was going to do it.

She collapsed on the bed sobbing.

And Ratan decided to play it straight through like that. He was enjoying it immensely. He looked down at his wife as she lay face down on the bed crying ... her firm ass juggling up at him in the darkened room. His hand went down and his finger probed at the entrance of her virgin back passage.

"Spread your legs!" he ordered.

Shanti, too frightened to disobey him, spread her legs out so far that her toes touched the edge of the bed on both sides. His finger prodded. She winced in pain and tried to prepare and suddenly it was inside her. She was surprised when it didn't hurt very much at all.

He moved it around in her tight rectum, trying to stretch the rubbery muscle further apart. After just a few seconds of this, he dug another finger into the tiny hole. "Aaaarrrgggg ... she cried out, but Ratan pinned her down on the bed with the palm of his hand on the small of her back and continued his attack. She felt like an impaled collector's specimen.

His fingers remained still for a moment, but then once again began their probing attack. Shanti tried moving in some sort of pattern to perhaps alleviate the sharp pain and soon, she began growing accustomed to their intrusion. Then somehow, the pain subsided and in its place, the subjugation of it all began to give her a dull pleasure in the same mysterious way it had this afternoon. She could feel him deliberately stretching her tiny, puckered rectum and it hurt a bit every time he made a sharp sudden movement. In spite of her growing desire, she wanted him

to do it to her there and get it over with.

"Take me, Ratan," she cried out to him, calling him Ratan for the

first time in weeks. "Take me now."

As he pulled his fingers out, the rubbery muscle clung to them, reluctant to release them from its grip. They came out with a loud, lewd sucking noise.

She felt his hot body come down on hers and stretch out along its length. She shivered with anticipation, but he lifted himself back up from her and kneeled between her wide-stretched legs.

"Kneel up!" he commanded.

She followed his instructions immediately, presenting him with the stretched moons of her buttocks, bending away before him, resting her hot, flushed face on the pillow.

"Tickle my balls!" he ordered.

Shanti reached submissively behind herself and gently stroked at the hairy testicles dangling down between her thighs. She touched them gingerly, as if they were delicate eggs that might somehow be broken.

"Now put it in!"

Her hands moved hesitantly from the softness of the balls and grasped his huge rock-hard cock. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and realized for the first time how big her husband really was. But, she clenched her eyes tightly shut and masochistically placed the tip of it against the tight hairless opening.

Ratan leaned back so he could watch his cock enter into her asshole. He watched as it began probing and working against her anus, the muscles of his stomach standing out. As it wormed its way into her, it looked like a giant battering ram trying to force its way in. And suddenly, the straining nether ring gave way and the swollen tip of his cock popped inside with a sudden rush. Shanti hopelessly tried to pull away, but he held her tight.

"AAaaarrrggg!" she screamed in pain, her face contorted tightly from the ravishment of her tight defenseless asshole. It was like having a log rammed into her back there and her mouth dropped in helpless torment.

Above her, Ratan, crooning with delight, pushed his way in until the flat hard surface of his stomach slapped against the protruding cheeks of her upraised buttocks.

"OH! OOOHH OOOOHHHH!" she gasped as he pushed further and further into her.

Gasping for air, Ratan began sawing rhythmically and without the slightest mercy, deep up into the soft confines of her back passage. Gradually, her pain eased a little, though it was still a mixture of perverted pleasure and humiliation at the same time. She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his loins and began to undulate her body, moving her buttocks in tiny sensuous circles.

Kneeling above her, Ratan watched the reddish skin of the little hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. At first, the pressure on his cock had been almost unbearable, but now it was exhilarating. He watched as his white penis disappeared right up into her ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not half an inch of it showed, the straining cock reaching far up into her shaking belly.

His balls ached and his penis danced with a thousand hot sparks every time he surged into her. And she herself was moaning and adding to his pleasure by the movement of her bottom.

She was really his, now. A slave submitting to his pleasure.

He could do anything he liked with her ... and now, he did. Digging his giant cock into her ass and leaving it there, he listened to her groan while he simply joggled his loins and moved it gently around in her channel like a probing snake. He slipped it back out until just the head remained buried in her and then plunged it right in again in one long slow stroke. His prick tingled, his balls alive. He knew he could cum anytime now, but

he wanted it to last just a while longer before he felt the rush of sperm emptying deep into her quivering little ass. He began to rub rapidly in her, hard and fast, battering her shaking buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his hands, digging his fingers into her flesh. His breath whirled in and out of his open mouth in broken gasps. He pulled her cheeks further apart with his hands, his fingers scratching at the soft skin.

"Oh, God!" she cried out as his straining cock pushed the last fraction of an inch of its long shaft in so that the swollen head pressed hard against her insides. He touched her anus with his fingers, feeling the heat of friction where his cock slipped in. Shanti mumbled incoherently, her head flailing from side to side on the pillow. He pulled her back onto his rod like fitting a boot, his prick swollen beyond anything he had ever experienced before.

"Ohhh, baby ... ohhh, baby ... daddy's cumming ... daddy's cumming ... screw back ... FUCK BACK!" he gasped as he gave one last spine-chilling ramrod thrust and shattered his sperm in wave after wave far, far into the depths of her wildly clenching behind. It seemed as if his balls had never been so emptied before. He groaned and almost cried out in delight as Shanti collapsed on the bed in front of him and his still stiff prick slipped out lewdly with a wet popping noise, the last few beads of cum dropping obscenely from the tip of his prick onto her sweating back.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he crooned down at her unconscious form.

"Let's do this more often! Let's do this more often!"

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Shanti's Tryst with Adventures Ch. 05

Rain streaked down the large picture window in the living room as Shanti sat having her morning coffee. The wet, humid day seemed to fit her mood to the letter. She couldn't remember ever being so low in her life. She had to do something ... something drastic to alter the situation she now found herself in.

But what?

It seemed no matter what approach she might take, she and her marriage were the losers. But she had to take some chance. There was no easy way out ... it was obvious that the situation wasn't just going to disappear by itself. An idea entered her head, but she dismissed it immediately. It wouldn't work. But search as she could for an answer, she kept coming back to the same thing. Maybe it might work ... it was a long shot, but what else had she? She walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa, lighting a cigarette from the box on the coffee table. Her hand reached out for the telephone and she let it rest there for a long time before she gathered the nerve to pick up the receiver. Her finger slowly turned the dial each number taking as long as possible as she mentally rehearsed what she was going to say.

"Venkat Household Products," the mechanical operator's voice on the other end of the line came in. "Good morning."

Shanti hesitated for a few brief moments, trying to find her voice.

"May ... may I talk to Mr. Ram, please?" she asked timidly.

"Just a moment. I'll connect you with his office."

The few seconds that passed seemed to last for hours. Shanti almost decided to hang up the receiver when a new voice jumped on the line.

"Mr. Ram's office. This is Miss Franks."

"Yes. I'd like to speak to Mr. Venkat," Shanti started to say.

"I'm sorry," the efficient voice came back at her. "Mr. Venkat won't be in today. May I take a message?"

Shanti was lost. She hadn't thought about anything going wrong with her plan.

"Uh ... no ... no message. I'll call tomorrow." And she hung up abruptly.

"Shit!" she said out loud, surprising herself with her profanity, furious with herself. She hadn't counted on anything like this. She couldn't call him at his house. Now she would have to wait until tomorrow and she knew that by that time she would have lost all her courage and sure to have backed down.

Riiiinng! The telephone shattered her thinking.

Shanti reached out for the receiver and tentatively picked it up.

"Hello," she said softly.

"Well, hello, Shanti. How nice to hear your voice again." It was Ram Saran. "I trust you slept well last night and are feeling fine this morning?" he asked smoothly.

"Yes, very well, thank you," Shanti answered, her voice picking up. "How kind of you to call and find out."

"Well, I also called to see if perhaps you might like to have lunch with me again, today," he suggested suggestively.

"I have an even better idea," Shanti answered, now completely sure of herself. "Why don't you stop by here this evening for dinner?"

"Oh?" said Ram warily. "Is my wife invited too?"

Shanti didn't hesitate for a second.

"I don't think so ... I mean, after all, my husband isn't invited."

"And where will he be?" Ram asked.

"He is working late on some sketches with another client. On nights like these, he doesn't get home until at least midnight. Shall we say about seven?"

"Seven will be just fine. Until then," and Shanti heard the line go dead.

Well, she had done it. And, suddenly, every doubt came rushing back at her, flooding her mind with all the reasons why this idea could not possibly work. But she fought them off - it had to work! Ratan would indeed be home that evening. She remembered his words exactly.

"I'll be home at eight o'clock. You better have my dinner ready from now on. I want the respect I'm entitled to around here!" he had shouted at her as he was going out the front door. Now, all depended on his reaction. Her desperate hope was that he would be so enraged at seeing another man with his wife, that beyond his anger he would realize that he was doing the same

thing and that it just didn't work. That indeed, "As ye sow, so shall ye reap ..." and she looked forward to the moment when she saw his face, just punishment for what she had been put through the last few days.

* * *

A quarter to seven.

Shanti paced back and forth across the living room, waiting. Each time she passed the large mirror behind the buffet table, she stopped briefly to look at herself. Her fingers adjusted a nonexistent flaw in her hair - or rearranged the sheer see through camisole she had finally decided on after more than an hour's deliberation. God ... won't seven o'clock ever get here? It was a thought as she paced, nervously smoking cigarette after cigarette.

And then it was seven ... seven-o-five ... seven-ten. When the doorbell finally rang, Shanti walked slowly toward the foyer, trying to make it seem as casual as possible ... that she was used to such things happening. When she opened the door, Ram walked right by her into the living room without waiting for her to invite him in.

"Nice little house you have here," he said without much feeling, taking off his coat and throwing it on a chair and settling on the sofa.

Shanti closed the door and followed him into the room.

"Well, it's nothing compared to yours, but we..." she started to say, but stopped herself. "Would you like a drink?" she offered, changing the subject.

"A lot of Scotch in a big glass," he answered, just as happy not to have to go through all the bullshit conversation.

Shanti walked to the small bar at the other end of the room, her firm, young figure swaying suggestively beneath the sheer material of her gown. But as she poured the drinks, her shaking hands revealed her inner tensions. Ram watched her little performance smiling to him, but said nothing. He knew when to keep quiet.

"Thank you," he said as she offered the full glass to him.

"Here's to us!"

* * *

Shanti let the sheer peignoir drop from her shoulders to the bedroom floor, exposing her voluptuous body to Ram's lustful gaze. His hands ripped at his own clothing, pulling his shirt, then his pants off as quickly as possible. As he pushed his shorts down over his legs, his now fully erect cock bed up from them, pointing straight out at Shanti as if it was a cannon ready to fire a barrage of ammunition at her. And indeed, he was ready to fill her cunt with the hot fire building up inside him. He walked slowly over to her, and grabbing her by the shoulders, lowered her to the bed directly behind her. Nervous perspiration popped out all over Shanti's body. She had timed their actions perfectly. It was almost eight o'clock and any minute now, Ratan would come walking in the front door, finding Ram and her in this adulterous situation. That would fix both of them.

Ram pulled her up on the bed until just her legs were dangling over the end, the back of her thighs resting at the edge of the bed. He pushed his hands between her thighs and forced them open wide until the lips of her cunt parted, revealing its soft folds of skin to his awaiting mouth. He dropped to his knees in front of her and grabbing her buttocks, thrust his face deep into her warm, waiting vaginal lips.

"Oooouuu..." Shanti cooed as she felt the first contact of Ram's hot, wet mouth against the soft, sensitive flesh of her pussy. She wanted to remain cool and detached from his lovemaking, but just this first contact seemed to throw a switch that sent the fires of lust and passion swirling throughout her waiting body. And as Ram's mouth began its exploration of her cunt, she completely forgot the reason she had invited him and became lost in her own sexual desire. It had been months since anyone had really treated her like a woman the way Ram did, and she was unable to pretend any differently. Although she hated this man with every fibre of her body, at that very moment, she wanted him inside her, plummeting into her until at last she would reach that delicious moment ... feeling his hot cum spurting into her, mixing with her own juices in one great, satisfying orgasm.

She pulled him up from between her legs until his body rested on hers, his cock hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow hair lined slit of her cunt. She arched up for a moment, levering them both up off the bed with a stretch of her back and reaching up under her buttocks, pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his cock smooth, moist contact with the wet, throbbing slit. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid member trapped tightly between her thighs.

"Oh, God you feel good," Ram grunted, his mouth gnawing at the flesh of her neck and shoulders. "... soooo goood ..."

Shanti's nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. Ram's hands pushed further down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her firm, rounded buttocks in the palms of his hands and pulled the wetness of her open crotch up even tighter against his. He moved up and down slowly, insinuating the hardness of his full hardened length of flesh up

and down the widespread slit, feeling it grow wetter and wetter with each second.

Her ass began a thrusting rotation up against his thighs until suddenly her legs kicked out and locked around the back of his, pulling him still closer to her.

"I'm going to fuck you ... NOW!" Ram growled, his body grinding into hers.

He started to move, but she beat him to it. Her hands came down between their pressed bodies and circled around his throbbing cock, guiding it between the soft, fleece-lined lips of her hot, palpitating pussy.

Ram groaned above her as he felt her move it up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her cunt again with the pulsating blood-filled head. Not being able to hold back another second, he flicked his hips forward and with a harsh thrust drove his cock crashing into the gaping hot mouth of her widely contracted vaginal hole. His long thick tool raced up her cunt like a freight train to the full depths of her belly, warm and tight at first, and then easier as the wetness of the passage surrounded him, lubricating the way. And then he hit bottom, his balls slapping hard against the upturned cheeks of her ass.

"Aaaahhgg..." Shanti screamed at the unexpected pain and twisted to escape slightly. But he thrust into her even harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for her.

Ram smiled and looked down at her trapped body. She was skewered good and he lay still on top of her in a moment of triumph. He enjoyed hurting her in this way, knowing that she was unable to hurt him back. He reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's reluctant wife impaled beneath him and flicked the head again, bringing another moan from between her tightly clenched teeth. He ground his pelvis into the smooth

flaccid flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts.

She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as he worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as man's world. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress, lost in the wild abandon of the delicious fuck he was giving her.

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Ram reached under her buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt and stretched the crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus. When he found it, a small rivulet of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he could feel his hard rod of flesh sawing into her. It moistened the tight

puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic ring gave way completely and his finger slid up to the first knuckle.

"Aarrrggg!" she screamed, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the first unexpected pain. But Ram pushed again, until the finger was in to the second knuckle, and in spite of the pain he knew he was causing her, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was sunk all the way in to the palm of his hand. He jiggled it inside, rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her and began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned under him, opening her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.

Ram could both sense and feel his cock growing inside her until he felt as though it might burst from the exquisite pleasure building up in his balls as they slapped against her upturned ass. Knowing that she could soon cum, he began ramming into her with long hard strokes in time with his finger digging into her asshole to excite her more. He knew she was near completion as she gripped him tight between her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts into her. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his might.

"Ohhhh ... yes ... fuck me good ... fuck me ... yes ...eeeessss ..." Shanti mumbled incoherently beneath him, wallowing in the obscene sound of the words coming out of her mouth. She jack-knifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into her breasts and offering him the full opening of her upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her

face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near. She mumbled on and on until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to her, she pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her stretched pink vaginal slit was pressed up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited

dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes gazed wide at the ceiling.

Shanti screamed suddenly, a low animal sound as she screwed her wildly clenching pussy hard up on his thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of the thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly. She held her breath for a moment and then expelled it as though hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing limply down into the mattress. She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his tortured prick.

He pushed deep into her and then lay quiet, allowing her to rest for

the moment. "Mmmmm ..." she cooed. "That was wonderful ..."

"You're not finished yet," Ram answered, pulling back and sliding his hardness wetly out of the warm softness of her pussy. As he rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin sticky trails of her orgasm followed his cock across her thigh. He lay with his rigidity pointed straight up at the ceiling and reached out for her, pulling her on top of him, forcing her down on the bed until her face lay directly over his cannon-like prick. She reached up with her hand and began to stroke him, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused

his ache to increase beyond endurance. She rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing moist head of his prick. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of both palms in a teasing up-and-down motion that caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.

"Suck it, baby!" he ordered. "Suck it good!"

Shanti had completely forgotten about Ratan now.

All she cared about was seeing that Ram got what he wanted.

Never had she been so satisfied before ... and now, she wanted to have his

cock in her mouth, swallowing him, filling her belly with his cum. Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden unexpected contact. Chills rippled along the back of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. She brought her mouth all the way down and enclosed the whole of the sensitive

head in a moist, warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, wrapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.

Ram lifted his head from the bed and looked down at Shanti's head. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her oval lips increased the sensations a thousand times. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the part she had not yet taken between her soft, moistened lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked

the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end.

He raised his buttocks, his head still raise watching the top of her head up and down below. The sight of her labors made it all the more exciting for him.

Great swirls of heat were building deep in his balls as he watched her face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing even further between her lips.

Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting cock.

Ram groaned above her flailing head and rammed deep into her throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her mouth. Shanti groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting

hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jerking instrument, swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, and his groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort. It continued for almost an eternity and she thought it would never end until finally the hands clamped at the sides of her face fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped.

She had sucked him dry.

And as his now limp cock slipped obscenely from her mouth, reality began to slowly creep back into Shanti's mind. She realized for the first time that she had completely given herself to this man just as he had wanted her to and gotten lost in it again.

But why wasn't Ratan home, she thought. Something had gone wrong with her plan. She got up from bed and wrapped the dropped peignoir around her shoulders and started out of the room.

"Going somewhere?" Ram asked.

"I ... I want to check ..." she started to answer.

"If you're worried about your husband, don't be. He won't be home for some time now. I made sure of that."

"I don't understand," Shanti said. "What do you mean?"

"Well, when you invited me here this morning, I made sure we wouldn't be interrupted."

"How did you make sure?" Shanti insisted, tired of beating around the bush.

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"Simple. Since you were kind enough to invite me over here for a good fucking session, I had my wife invite Ratan over to our house. So you see, everyone's having a good evening!"

Shanti was silent for a brief second and then the room was filled with the sound of her laughter.

"Oh, this is too much!" she shrieked, doubling over with laughter. "Too much!"

And Ram, mistaking her laughter for happiness, got off the bed and walked over to where she stood, and parting the sheer material of her gown, thrust several fingers up between her still moistened thighs.

"Come on, baby ..." he whispered seductively. "We're just getting started."

How many times and how many ways he fucked her that night Shanti couldn't later remember, but what the hell, she had asked for it.

She had really asked for it!

Shanti turned off the water in the shower and pulled on the white terrycloth robe that hung on the wall next to the stall shower. And grabbing a towel to wrap around her wet hair, picked up the ringing telephone.

"Hello, " she said, holding the telephone receiver between her shoulder and chin, wrapping the towel turban-style around her hair.

"Listen, Shanti," Ratan's voice came back at her. "Don't bother about dinner tonight. We're going out. Lay out my dinner jacket and wear something sharp. I'll be home at seven. Be ready, okay?"

Shanti felt a wave of happiness come over her that had been

missing for some time.

"Of course, Ratan," she answered. "I'll be ready when you get home. But where are we going ... and what's the occasion?" she asked, not really caring, just pleased that she and Ratan would go out together again.

"The occasion is my probably landing the biggest account of my career. We're having dinner with Ram Saran and his wife," the information landed on her disappointed ears.

"Oh, Ratan," she lied to him. "I don't know if I can. I don't feel very well and ..."

"Listen, I don't know what's wrong with you," he interrupted her.

"But you're going tonight whether you like it or not. I'm not letting you louse up my chances for this promotion. Now you be ready at seven!" and he hung up.

Shanti put the receiver back on the phone and walked into the bedroom. Oh God, she thought. She wasn't going to be able to go through with it. The thought of having to face Ram Saran and his wife again after all they had put her through made her tremble. She was sure Ratan would be able to sense something was wrong and that the evening would be a disaster, but when Ratan came home at seven, she was ready to go.

The End

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