Adultery A married lady seduced and pounded

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"Goodbye Arup , have fun with Dadi and Dadu and behave for Daddy," Pink said into the phone before hanging up.

Arun , her husband of seven years, and their three-year-old son Arup  were away for a long weekend visiting his parents. Pinky  was supposed to have gone too, but she had been away on business and a canceled flight home had upset their plans. Since it was a five-hour drive to Arun 's parent's house, it was decided they would go on without her leaving her alone for the weekend at their home in the city.

Talking to her husband and son had made her feel a bit lonely. She had taken Friday as a vacation day and had nothing planned for the weekend since she was supposed to be away, so she resigned herself to reading and watching TV - maybe drinking a glass or two of wine.

Pinky  grabbed a book that had been sitting on her nightstand for months. She had been meaning to get to it and now seemed like a good time, so she poured a glass of wine and curled into a large leather chair with some soft jazz music playing in the background. An hour later she had only made it to page fifteen, and admitting to herself that trying to force her way through the book would be more work than relaxation, she dropped it and picked up a recent issue of Vogue. Unfortunately, the magazine offered no more escape than the book, and she soon tossed it aside in frustration.

It was mid-September and the evenings were quite pleasant, so Pinky  had several windows open and the curtains, drifting slowly with the soft breeze, had the effect of adding to her restlessness. She rose from the chair and began to putter around the house trying to think of something to do before finally deciding she needed to get out of the house; maybe go to the grocery store or perhaps in an indulgent trip to the ice cream shop.

She changed into a pair of jeans, a sleeveless blouse and a jacket then stood in front of the mirror to check her appearance before heading out.

"Not bad for a mommy," she said to herself.

In truth, Pinky  looked very good. She was a slender 5'7" tall weighing 126 pounds with raven hair, full soft lips and nice  B cup breasts. After having Arup , she was worried it would be a lot of work to get her body back into shape, but it had been quite easy and she was down to her pre-pregnancy weight in four months. If anything, the pregnancy had added to her femininity by making her less girlish and more womanly. Pinky  had long, shapely legs that ended at a nice butt that stayed firm due to a thrice weekly workout regime, but despite her looks, she always dressed conservatively due to her upbringing and her husband's tastes.

Thinking that she would only been gone for a short time, she left the windows open and headed out in her Alto. In seconds, she was out of the driveway and headed down the street towards the shopping district. Pinky  and Arun  had foregone the large suburban spread for a modest bungalow closer to the city center where they enjoy better dining and cultural events, rather than settling for strip malls and the fast food joints that were endemic to the "burbs".

As she drove, Pinky 's mind wandered, thinking about college and the fun she had in her sorority. In retrospect, if she could have changed one thing, it would have been the long-term relationship with Amit . Unlike some of her sisters that had played the field, Pinky  had started dating him her sophomore year and their relationship had lasted almost to graduation. They had split in the spring of her senior year, which had devastated her at the time, but now seemed like a blessing. She had been intimate with him, her first and only before her husband, but the sex had been unfulfilling, and it wasn't until she made love with Arun  that she realized how selfish a lover he had been.

Pinky  met Arun  at a charity event almost a year to the day after the split from Amit . In that intervening time, she had moved to the city, landed a job in marketing, and developed a network of friends. They began dating, hitting it off from the start, and a year later got married despite some minor concerns she had about things moving too fast. They had four great years of friends, fun and travel, as a young married couple, before they decided it was time to start a family. Pinky  got pregnant with Arup  almost immediately, a standard trait amongst the women in her family she was told.

Arup  brought a new dimension to their lives, and the world became almost exclusively about him. Being the first grandbaby on both sides, meant that family was always close by - too close sometimes which had taken some balancing at first. Also, like many couples in their situation, there was the occasional flare up about lack of intimacy, but usually it just took one giggle from Arup  to make them realize how petty they were acting.

Pinky  pulled into an empty parking spot at the grocery store and went inside, half-hoping she would see one of her friends, but after wandering the aisles for twenty minutes and getting a bag of carrot sticks and a bottle of nail polish remover, she was back in her car having not seen a single familiar face.

"Maybe I should just get drunk," she thought, frustrated but unsure exactly why.

When she got to the edge of the parking lot, instead of turning right back towards her house, she turned left. The restlessness she had been feeling all evening would just not go away and for some reason sitting at home, even with some good wine, was not appealing. She began aimlessly driving the streets telling herself she was being productive by exploring and finding new places for her and Arun  to check out, and she had to admit that it was actually a bit of fun to turn down a random street and see what she might find. It was certainly better than sitting at home in her current frame of mind.

However, as she drove the bright lights and fancy signs of the fashionable boutiques gave way to trade shops and warehouses. Likewise, the nice homes with well manicured lawns transitioned to unkempt ones, many with barred windows and broken down cars in front. Streetlamps seemed to be spaced further apart and the overall feel was darker and more dangerous.

"Better find my way back," she thought, while surveying the changed landscape.

She used a parking lot to u-turn and headed back the way she had come, her vehicle providing a certain sense of security. She knew vaguely where she was and knew that a nice well lit street was three blocks to her left, and this knowledge empowered her to stay on the street she was on and continue to explore. Passing where she had originally turned, she decided to go another couple blocks then take the left.

Ahead Pinky  could see neon lights illuminating the otherwise dark street. They were coming from the right and as she drew closer she slowed to see what business was being highlighted, and laughed when she saw the lights were coming from the Westside Adult Emporium, which had three older cars parked in the small lot on the side of the building.

"Well, I guess that's my thrill for the night," she told herself.

Pinky  had never been to an adult anything. She recalled some of the girls from work talking about their visits to the Megaplexx, which evidently had the best selection of toys. It wasn't like she was a prude about that sort of thing, but the idea of some device being rammed inside her just wasn't appealing. In her case, she had learned from a friend how to use a dripping water faucet in the bathtub or a Jacuzzi jet for self stimulation when she was a teenager and had stuck with it.

As she continued down the street though, she questioned why she hadn't at least gone inside such a store. Plenty of girls went, she knew that, and she had never heard of one being threatened. Pinky  was three blocks past the Emporium when she slowed then turned the car around, telling herself she wasn't going to go in, but wanted to take another look.

This time she passed more slowly. The building was long and low appearing to be made from cinder blocks and was painted a dark gray color. Besides the main sign, there was an illuminated "OPEN" sign in a window next to the door and lights on poles on either end of the parking lot. On the building in white lettering, were the words MOVIES, VIDEOS, MAGAZINES, TOYS and EROTIC ITEMS.

When Pinky  was several blocks past, she once more turned and headed back, this time telling herself that she was just returning to her route home. The traffic on the road was very light so when she got close she was able to creep past slowly.

"Well hell," she said out loud, and jerked the steering wheel guiding the car into the lot.

Just barely off the street, Pinky  stopped and stared at the building nervously debating whether it would be an adventure or stupidity to go inside. She realized this was definitely sketchier than the Megaplexx, but there was at least little risk she would see someone she knew. There was no question she was feeling some fear, although the fear also acted as an intoxicant. In the end, her annoyance at her nervousness was what pushed her forward and she pulled her car up next to the old dented Ford parked in front of the door.

Pinky  stared at the door and wondered what her friends would say if they knew she was sitting in front of this seedy place. She knew that Arun  would think she had lost her mind, as he had a bit of a Madonna complex about her which was sweet, but also occasionally frustrating.

"Just a quick look around," she said to herself, to bolster her courage.

She had to laugh when she caught herself checking her makeup in the mirror before getting out. She closed the car door behind her, clicking the lock button three times on the remote, then with five short steps she was in front of the heavy metal entrance.

Dinu  ,the cashier, looked up from his magazine when he heard the bell announcing a new customer, and seeing Pinky , he sat up quickly on the stool devouring her beautiful appearance with his eyes. Single women were rare in the Emporium, but there was the occasional visitor, and most had a nervous, self conscious looks just like Pinky  was now displaying. However, none that he had seen were as beautiful as her.

"Need help?" Dinu  asked, as she approached the counter.

"Uh, no. Not right now. I'm just looking," she replied, speaking too quickly.

Pinky  could only see the top half of Dinu  since he sat behind a waste high wall on an elevated platform, but from what she could gather he seemed young, maybe early 20s, and was short and obese. He had thick glasses that made his eyes looked crossed, a double chin, and his complexion was a sickly pale. Stringy hair was stuck to his head like it had not been washed in some time, and she suspected that if she got close she would be rewarded with body odor.

Dinu  just nodded in response but continued to stare while Pinky stood still for a moment and surveyed the room. The door and cashiers box was at one end of the long building, separating the door from the store's contents. In front and just past the box were shoulder high magazine stands and past these were the higher DVD racks which blocked her view of the rest of the building. Behind Dinu , she could see a hand drawn sign made from poster board that said "Video Arcade - Tokens Required" with an arrow pointed towards the back.

Pinky  forced herself to move past Dinu  towards the DVD section. He watched her ass as she passed admiring how firm it looked and the way her shoes forced it up slightly. He reached down and stroked his cock through his pants, then used his other hand to push the small button under the counter.

Sid   heard the buzzer and turned his attention from the baseball game on the small TV to the closed circuit monitors from the store.

"Well what do we have here?" he said to himself, hopefully.

Sid  watched the screen intently following Pinky 's movements until she left his vision then stood and straightened his shirt.

Each rack of DVDs was about twenty feet long and six feet high and she guessed there were a dozen or so of them. Pinky  quickly discovered that the DVDs were organized by category - Bondage, Threesome, Interracial, Gay, Lesbian, etc., and she wandered between the sections scanning the boxes and titles, too nervous to focus on any single one.

Once past the last rack, Pinky  found the toy section where shelving held a variety of products from small vibrators to life size dildos. She could also see there was some lingerie for sale as well as bondage gear. Pinky  was worldly enough to know these items existed, and that she would likely see them in the store, still she found her hands shaking with nervousness as it all seemed so taboo. Part of her wanted to turn and run out the door, but there was also an undeniable excitement she was feeling from doing something naughty.

She decided to check out the rest of the store then maybe come back and look at the toys, so she continued deeper into the building, past a last set of shelves holding more toys, until she found a series of doors along the back wall marked 1 - 8, and like the sign up front, there was one here saying "Tokens Required"

Three of the doors were missing knobs and two more had large pieces missing from there bottoms. Of the three intact, two were open and Pinky  walked closer to the open No. 5 and looked inside. She could see a machine that looked like a TV with a set of controls and a coin slot to the right that she assumed was for the tokens.

She was about to go back to the toys when the door to room No. 2 suddenly flew open and an old man burst forth with his shirttail out using his right hand to push his cock back into his pants.

"Huhhhh," she exclaimed, with a combination of fear, surprise and shock.

She in turn startled the old man momentarily, but he quickly recovered his wits and finished his task while cackling with laughter at the young mommy's expense.

Pinky  was stunned, but her eyes still watched him in his efforts, for some reason not being able to look away. They stood a few feet apart from each other for only seconds, although it seemed like forever to her. He was old, close to sixty she guessed, and skinny with close cropped gray hair. In addition, his clothes were baggy, and she thought he looked one level above homeless. Finally, with a smile, he wandered away disappearing from her view behind the shelves.

With that, Pinky  concluded that she had definitely had an eventful evening, but it was now time to go. However, turning to leave, she came face to face with Sid .

"Good evening my lovely lady. I'm Sid  . The owner of the place," he announced, extending his hand.

As a matter of habit, Pinky  shook his hand which he then tried to hold a bit too long until she pulled away. Sizing him up, she could see that he was swarthy, about 5'10" tall and 200 pounds with thick shoulders and arms. His hair was black with a few streaks of gray and was pulled into a short ponytail. His face was ruddy and pock marked and he had a nose that appeared to have been broken at least once. She thought he looked to be in his mid-40s and he was dressed in too tight jeans and red silk shirt. The only thing missing was the gold chain, she thought to herself.

"Will you allow me the pleasure of showing you my shop?" Sid  asked in his most charming voice.

"That's kind of you, but I'm just leaving," Pinky  replied in a shaky voice, still impacted by the old man.

"I promise you it will just take a moment and if you see something you like I'll give you half off," he announced.

Sid  had seen Earl, the old man and steady customer, startle the young woman. He had been watching discretely from behind a rack and had bolted to head her off expecting her to react badly.

"No really. I must go," she said, and went to step around him.

Sid  turned with her and keeping several steps ahead got to the toy section first where he quickly took three boxes from a shelf and turned in front of her.

"Let me give you one of these as a gift from me for coming in," he said, blocking her exit.

"Okay give me that one," Pinky  said, hoping to end the discussion and leave.

"Oh that's a good choice. A nice butterfly. It's rated very highly. It fits around the pelvis with a hand held remote that can be operated by either you or your husband. My customers have reported that it brings on a sensational orgasmic feeling," Sid  described, before opening the box.

Sid was a part time crook, a full time jerk and a captivating pitchman. He had learned the trade doing everything from selling used car sales to fraudulent land deals and securities transactions. If he could get the hook set, just a little, he would always land his fish, and this was a beautiful fish he wanted badly. Sid  knew he needed to get her talking.

Sid  placed the contents of the box on a display case and described in detail how the device worked always making sure he used proper terminology and avoided any crude slang. Pinky , trained in good manners, struggled to end the interaction despite her embarrassment which the older man used to his advantage. Sid  knew how to work his mark and as he continued to talk he could tell she was beginning to feel less threatened.

"Now I would be happy for you to take this but why don't you let me show you the other two," he proposed, sensing he was making progress.

Pinky had indeed relaxed some and was now feeling she was getting back her control. She knew that Sid  was playing a game, but it was entertaining, almost comical in a way, and rather than feeling threatened by his actions she felt empowered by her understanding of his intentions.

Unfortunately, there was much that Pinky  didn't understand. Sid  existed on the fringe of society, vacillating between criminal activity and shady albeit legal business. He had been to prison twice and if Pinky  could see beneath his shirt she would see the prison ink that memorialized those visits. Currently, besides his ownership of the Westside Emporium, he had a minority interest in two bars and a majority interest in a seedy massage spa. Through these ventures, he operated side activities selling drugs and dabbling in prostitution. He could be utterly ruthless in getting what he wanted, which his victims often realized too late.

"Well if you can do it quickly," Pinky  told him, playing the game of control.

Sid 's experience told him she was beginning to get cocky, but he didn't mind. In fact, he intended to use it to his advantage at the right time.

Dinu  watched the interaction from a distance, wishing he could hear, and marveling at Sid 's ability to engage the lovely woman. Five minutes later, Sid  had described in detail the workings of the butterfly, a small pen vibrator and a remotely operated egg that was meant to be inserted in a woman's vagina. He had worked hard to describe them as toys for the husband and wife to use together, and to give the descriptions professionally.

"Which one are you going to go for?" Sid  said with purposeful excitement, as any good salesman would.

"I think I'll go with the first one. The butterfly," Pinky  replied, using the trade name for the device, and mocking his enthusiasm with her voice.

"A good choice. Would you like to try it out?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" she instantly replied.

"Yes, I'm suggesting you could try it out before you leave to make sure it's to your satisfaction," he said, waving to the rooms in the rear.

"Uh, no," she answered, suddenly annoyed with his rudeness, "I must be going."

"I understand. It was just a thought. But if that's the case, I suggest you take all three and return the ones you don't prefer," Sid  announced with feigned graciousness.

He realized he had pushed too hard, too fast and was talking rapidly to try to get back in control.

"Never mind, I'll just leave," Pinky  said, and started to move towards the door.

"Please my dear. I would be a lousy business man not to give customer choices. Take them and just drop off the ones you don't like. As a favor to me, please. It was an honor having you stop by," he offered, again rushing to move ahead of her and get her to stop at the next counter.

"Okay, thank you," Pinky  said, with a sigh while accepting the boxes, as she had decided she would rather just take his offer than argue further.

"My pleasure," Sid  responded, and followed her to the door watching her lovely ass along the way. Arriving, he opened it for her and said, "Thank you so much for dropping by. I certainly hope we'll see you again."

"Thank you," she answered, and exited into the parking lot.

Pinky  quickly opened the door to the car throwing the contents she held onto the passenger seat, and for some reason, she felt more nervous in the parking lot then she did in the store.

"Wow, that was strange," she thought as she drove away, with her body still trembling from the nervousness and excitement of the experience.

"You just gave her over a hundred bucks worth of stuff!" Dinu  said, as Sid  came up to the counter.

"Shit asshole. That stuff cost me maybe 500/- bucks tops. What do you think it's worth if she comes back?" his boss replied, as he started to laugh.

"You think she'll come back?" Dinu  asked, a bit in awe of Sid 's ways.

"You never know kid, you never know," he answered, as he turned and walked away.

Pinky  had calmed down by the time she pulled into her driveway. She was now feeling guilty for going into the store and for taking the gifts offered by the disgusting owner. Going inside, she threw the packages on the kitchen counter vowing to throw them away then poured herself a large glass of wine which she quickly downed.

The wine calmed her nerves and she began giggling at herself and the comedy of the encounter while she poured another glass. Feeling the start of a buzz, she caught herself looking at the packages which held the strange devices. It was so unlike her she thought, but the naughtiness continued to be exciting, and the wine was keeping the "good girl" away.

"What the hell," she suddenly announced as she drained the second glass, "Maybe it's something Arun  would like."

Pinky  gathered the packages and went to the bedroom. She took her time undressing then put on her robe before sitting on the bed. The first package she picked up was the small vibrator. It looked simple enough. It was about the size of a high quality pen, held two batteries and had three settings. Taking it from the box she examined the plastic and then unscrewed the top finding the location for the battery.

Realizing that all the devices needed batteries, she decided to examine them all first. Fortunately, Arun  was a gadget freak and kept a large supply of batteries in the utility room, which made her fairly certain they had the appropriate sizes.

Pinky  next looked at the butterfly. It took a few minutes but reading the instructions and examining the device she learned that it had two leg straps witch held a vibrating device against a woman's vagina. It had a hand held control device which held the battery with a wire that connected to the vibrating mechanism.

The last device was an egg which adequately described what it looked like. The device was the size of a small chicken egg with a six-inch wire protruding from one end. It was to be inserted in a woman's vagina, and the illustration on the package showed a man furtively working the remote while the woman reacted in pleasure.

Pinky  went to the drawer in the utility room that kept the collection of batteries and found the sizes she needed. Returning she loaded the batteries in each device then decided to start with the hand held vibrator. Pinky  had never had any sex toys before so she was entirely green on what to expect, and it was with some trepidation that she flicked the device to low.

The device immediately came to life humming in her hand, which made the young mommy start to giggle recalling her friend's descriptions of their "battery operated boyfriends", and feeling very naughty to be now trying these toys. She lay back on the pillow, letting her the robe fall open, and holding the vibrator in her right hand, she used her left to spread herself open feeling the wetness already starting from the anticipation.

"Ohhh..." she gasped, as the device contacted her nub.

The feeling was so strong that she realized she needed to go slowly and build up to any direct contact. She worked the small vibrator along the sides of her smoothly shaved vagina, occasionally touching her labia before finally getting bolder with small insertions. She kept the touches light and the movement rapid, but she could feel herself getting excited and very wet.

"Damn, my friends were right," she said to herself, feeling her body responding.

She began letting the tip brush gently over her clit which made her body jerk in response and forced more gasps from her mouth. She realized her legs had spread wide and her body was writhing a bit on the bed, and as she learned how to use the device, she became more adept with her touches finally moving the setting to medium.

"Ohh... ohh...mmm...this is good," she whined, as she continued her play.

Pinky  knew she was close to cumming and with an impressive display of willpower, she stopped the vibrator.

"Well that one's a keeper," she laughed, feeling her body now damp with sweat.

Placing the device on the bedside table, she picked up the egg. The package had recommended using a lubricant to aid insertion, but she was so wet she only needed to rub it up and down her slit once then push gently and it popped inside. Looking down, she could see the wire hanging between her legs. Holding the remote in her hand she turned it to low and felt a slow vibration inside her body. It was an odd feeling and mildly arousing but nothing like the vibrator. She stood to see what effect it would have, as the woman on the package was dancing while her lover manipulated the controls. Pinky  found it difficult to stand still, and it certainly kept her attention, but it was not that arousing.

"Guess that's a return," she laughed, turning it off and reaching inside to pull out the device.

Pinky  was now eager to get back to the vibrator, but decided to try the butterfly quickly to get it over with. She lay back on the bed and pulled the straps up her legs adArup g the bands until the vibrating device was snug against its target.

"Ohh... ohh... oh my God!" she exclaimed, as the device buzzed to life, and quickly realizing she had started on high, she used her shaking hands to turn it down.

The device slowed markedly and it now felt like she was being pleasurably rocked in a sexual cradle. Pinky  closed her eyes and rolled her hips to the wonderful feeling. All the good feeling from the hand held vibrator came rushing back and she found herself on a nice erotic plateau. She thought about staying there, but this night was about experimentation so she flicked the control to medium.

"Mmm... ohhh... ohhh... nice," she declared.

Pinky 's realized her hands were now massaging her tingling sweaty body, and soon one hand was kneading her firm breasts while the other was pushing two fingers inside her wet pussy. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching and she remembered the vibrator on the night table, so quickly grasping it and turning it to high, she ran it over her sensitive nipples while the butterfly assaulted her clit.

"Yes, yes...oh yes!" she gasped, as her body moved beyond her control.

As her orgasm washed over her in waves, stronger than anything she had experienced before, she saw Sid  at the foot of the bed watching her cum. He was looking down at her with an odd grin and she knew that he knew what she would be doing that night. However, the knowledge that she had been manipulated only seemed to heighten the experience, and she enjoyed the sensations until she became too sensitive, finally using her hand to push between her clit and the butterfly as her fingers were shaking too much to operate the control.

The next day the guilt crept in and Pinky  felt ashamed by the whole prior evening; from the visit to the store to the orgasm she had experienced with the toys. She was a conservative married woman, a mother for Christ sakes! Sex was supposed to be shared with her husband as an act of lovemaking. She thought about taking the toys and throwing them away, but just couldn't make herself do it. Deep inside she knew the real issue, the real dilemma, was how powerful the experience had been.

Pinky  worked out hard that day like an act of penance for her acts. Her normal routine lasted an hour, but this one went two and afterwards she did errands then went shopping for the baby. Mid-afternoon, her best friend Mili  called, and they decided to go to a movie that evening.

Pinky  normally shared everything, or almost everything, with Mili , but this situation was causing so much turmoil in her head that she decided to remain silent for the time being. When she got home after the movie, she called Arun  and got caught up on their day then fell into a fitful sleep while watching TV.

Saturday was more of the same. Pinky  tried to find things to keep busy, but was bored and missed her baby. Plus, since she was supposed to have been gone with her family, all her friends had made plans, so there was nothing to do. Finally, she whined enough that she convinced Mili  to meet her for an early dinner. Mili  had made a commitment to her husband to be home that evening, so they had to be finished by eight.

Her close friend could tell something was on Pinky 's mind, but despite her efforts to ferret out the information, Pinky  wouldn't open up. However, Mili 's attempts resulted in them drinking a lot of wine, so by the time they left the restaurant, both girls were feeling quite good. When Pinky  got home, she poured another glass and sat down to watch TV, and during a break she went to the bathroom and saw the toys still sitting on the vanity where she had left them. She thought about returning them, but decided to stick to her original plan of throwing them away.

"God, anything is better than this," she exclaimed, after watching another mindless show and finishing her glass.

Pinky  went back to the bathroom, and after several minutes of looking at the toys with her mind telling her not to do it, she suddenly grabbed the egg and its packaging leaving the other toys alone.

"How am I going to hide them from Arun ?" she thought to herself, as she turned and left.

She grabbed her purse and keys, went out to her car and fifteen minutes later she was cruising back and forth in front of the adult shop debating whether or not to go in. It was so crazy she thought, certainly the owner didn't really expect her to return them. Still, the nervousness and excitement were there pulsing through her body like the previous night. She could feel it between her legs too, in a way she didn't completely understand, and it along with the liquor was driving her on against her better judgment.

Finally, she convinced herself that she would walk in and drop off the egg, pay for the vibrator and leave.

"Five minutes at most," she rationalized.

Dinu  looked up when the door opened.

"No fucking way," he said to himself.

Pinky  was still wearing her clothes from dinner - a jean skirt that reached mid-thigh with low heels and a sleeveless sweater top. Dinu  began frantically pushing the buzzer hoping that Sid  was in the back office. He was in fact there having returned shortly before from the spa, and he smiled when he looked on the screen and saw Pinky  at the counter.

"I want to return this and pay for the other thing," Pinky  blurted out nervously, with a slight wine induced slur.

"What thing?" Dinu  asked, stalling for time, but he needn't have because just then Sid  walked up.

"Good to see you back!" he said to her, with a toothy smile. "Did you make your decision?"

"Yes, I want to return this and pay for the, uhhh...vibrator," she responded, feeling shame knowing that they now knew she had used the devices, but for some reason, the shame also came with an excitement that made it difficult for her to focus.

"Of course, not a problem. With the discount the vibrator is 500/-," Sid  replied, quoting her a price one fourth of the tag, "But, before we settle up let me ask a few questions."

"Questions?" Pinky  replied, with a pained look.

"Yes. You know so I can improve my customer service," he responded.

"Well I'm kind of in a hurry," she answered, feeling uncomfortable with the direction he was going.

"It won't take long," Sid  replied.

"Okay, go ahead," she relented, once more thinking acquiescence was the easiest path.

"Let's step back here," Sid  said, motioning towards the back of the store away from Dinu , rightly sensing that she might be more comfortable in a one on one discussion.

As Pinky  passed, Sid  could smell the alcohol on her breath which gave him greater hope that he could talk Pinky  into getting dirty. There were two other customers in the store so Sid  moved to an aisle that gave them good separation.

"Now it seems like you liked the butterfly and the small vibrator, which are very good selections and quite popular, but can you say what you didn't like about the egg?" Sid  asked, phrasing it open-ended on purpose.

"Well, uh, I don't know I just didn't," she answered, feeling herself blush.

"Well some women feel not knowing when it will be turned on creates an erotic anticipation. You didn't find it that way I guess?" Sid  asked.

Since she wasn't exhibiting and of the cockiness she had the other night, Sid  was unsure of the best way to play her.

"No, well I don't know what you're saying," she asked, confused.

"Did you use it with your husband? With him in charge of the control?" Sid  followed.

"Uh, no," Pinky  said, giving Sid  the answer he wanted to hear.

"Oh I see. Well I think you missed the value of the toy," Sid  told her.

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Pinky  actually felt a bit naïve for not understanding the intent of the device and looked down at the floor.

"What about the other toys, did you climax?" Sid  asked, deciding to intentionally try to get her more off kilter.

"What, uh, that's uh none of your business," she answered, stammering for words and looking at him with an attempt at defiance.

What she saw was that grin that had swept through her brain when she had climaxed with the toys, and it shook her and she felt a chill run through her body. In addition, her nipples suddenly grew hard, and she hoped they wouldn't show through the shear bra and top she was wearing. However, Sid  did in fact see them through the sweater which further emboldened him.

"Did you climax?" he repeated, his tone demanding.

There was a long pause. Pinky  opened her mouth several times but nothing came out. She knew he had no right to ask that question, but oddly she felt she needed to answer. It took her several tries before she answered in a soft voice, "Yes."

Pinky  immediately regretted having said anything and felt stupid for answering his question. She didn't know what had possessed her to share something so intimate with this shady stranger, but Sid  wasn't surprised. He had dealt with and manipulated women from across the spectrum - from ladies to prostitutes, and he knew that they were all very similar. Deep down they all wanted sex, but many hid behind a veil of self-imposed respectability. He sensed that Pinky  was one of these women and he knew that her return to his store was a sign, a good sign, that somewhere in her head she had an interest. He was going to do his damnedest to exploit it.

"That's very good!" I'm glad my products fulfilled their intended purpose. Did you prefer the small vibrator over the butterfly?" Sid  spoke rapidly, trying to keep her off balance.

"Uh, yes...well both really," she stammered.

"Good, good. I have some others I want you to try," Sid  replied in an excited voice designed to keep her interest, and before she could speak, he turned and began rummaging the shelves.

Pinky stayed frozen in place. For some reason, she couldn't make herself move, although she could feel her body become tense and start to tremble, while a dull throbbing started between her legs. She knew that beneath her thong she must be very wet and realized that the naughtiness of being in the sex shop, and speaking with Sid  about the effects of the toys on her body, was having an effect.

Sid  pulled a package from the shelf, brought it to her and began describing its function. "It's called a rabbit. It's like a combined dildo and vibrator. Of course this part goes in your pussy, while this part vibrates against your clit at the same time. I'm told it's very effective. You want to try it out in one of the rooms?"

Sid  had once more made a strategic error. Thinking he had Pinky  in an aroused state, he became less reserved and used bold language in describing the toy. However, it had the opposite effect of what he intended as she was startled back to the reality of the situation.

"You know I don't think so," she replied with clear disdain in her voice.

He knew he had screwed up, but Sid  was, if anything, resilient. So, with a barely noticeable shrug he replied, "Well it's not for everybody. Let's see what else we have."

The other customers, sensing something was going on, began drifting slowly towards them. Dinu  noticed their movements and to his boss' delight he left his post and nonchalantly moved in their direction blocking the path.

"Well I just wanted to drop off that thing and pay for the other. I must be going now," Pinky  informed him.

"A pity that you would leave so soon," Sid  replied, showing some desperation for the first time as he realized his fish had thrown the hook, and he searching for some way to reset it.

"It's late," she replied curtly, and turned to go.

"Let me give you a parting gift," Sid  said quickly, walking to the movie aisle then almost running to catch up to her before she got to the door. He grabbed a pen from near the cash register and wrote on the package before extending it to Pinky , "Here. I've been told this is quite good. After you have a look, text me and let me know what you think."

Pinky  took the package then walked outside while Sid  held the door.

"Goodnight. Return any time," he said.

"Goodnight," she replied, making the short walk to her car.

Sid  was angry with himself for over playing his hand. In retrospect, he realized he had taken too much comfort in the fact that she had been drinking, and he hoped he would get another chance, but knew the likelihood was low. Giving her the movie was a desperate act, although by then he knew he had nothing to lose. However, if he knew what Pinky  was thinking at that moment, he would not have been quite so hard on himself.

Pinky  was a bit upset with herself for losing her cool and leaving. Sid 's questioning had aroused her, and when he then started describing crudely the new toy it made her anger flash. Once she reacted, she didn't know how to turn back even though she really wasn't ready to leave. For some odd reason, it excited her to be in that seedy situation even though she couldn't explain it, and now, she was just going to go back to a boring empty house.

Even though she knew she would have a hangover in the morning, she poured a drink as soon as she walked in, took it with her to the bedroom, undressed and put on her robe. She lay back on the bed and turned on the TV then remembered the movie that she had thrown onto the passenger seat of her car. Leaving her drink on the nightstand, she made her way to the garage, collected the film and returned.

"Housewives " was the name on the box. Pinky  knew what a MILF was from conversation with her friends, and although there was no description on the packaging she suspected she knew what the movie was about.

She had only seen one porn movie in her life and that had been in a hotel room with her husband when they had been married just a few months. Actually, it had been only part of one as Arun  had started making love to her after about fifteen minutes, and by the time they finished the movie had ended. She remembered that she had become somewhat turned on even though the production and acting was poor.

Using her fingernails, Pinky  tore off the wrapper and opened the case then went to the TV and put the disc into the machine before returning to bed. The intro was starting on the screen while she arranged the pillows then took a sip of her drink.

She watched as two men, one black and one white, dressed in work coveralls approached a suburban house and rang the bell. A slender house wife  with nice breasts opened it wearing saree and blouse and let them in. They started to work on her refrigerator, but in no time they were all on the couch making out. Pinky  watched as they stripped the woman then themselves, and while the black man kissed her the white man began licking between her legs. Soon they had a cock in her mouth and in her pussy, and Pinky  marveled at the size of their penis' which were much larger than her husband's.

Despite the corny acting, Pinky  was getting quite turned on and she jumped from the bed and collected her new vibrator. Turning it to medium, she put the tip on her left nipple while she watched as the men traded the blonde back and forth.

The woman in the film was moaning loudly and getting close to a climax when Pinky  began fingering her wet pussy with one hand while guiding the vibrator with the other over her clit. The woman onscreen came first, but Pinky  was close behind spreading her legs wide, arching her back and groaning loudly as it arrived, and as soon as the orgasm dissipated, Pinky  rolled to her side exhausted and drifted into a half sleep as the movie continued.

Sometime later she came back to life and saw that the movie had ended. She turned it off then placed the remote and the vibrator on the table and picked up her phone to check for messages. There were none and she was about to put it down, pull the bed covers down, climb under and go to sleep when she saw the handwritten number on the torn movie packaging. Pinky  thought for a moment, then with a wicked grin she typed in the number and wrote out "good movie" before hitting send.

Sid  was both surprised and delighted when he saw the text on his phone. This girl likes to play with fire he thought to himself and he wrote a response, "send pics".

Pinky  was expecting a reply from Sid , but not what he requested. She knew what he wanted and she recalled several of her girlfriends giggling while telling stories about sending their boyfriends revealing photos. The difference was Sid  wasn't her boyfriend. In fact, he was basically a stranger, but there was something interesting and exciting about replying to his text. She thought about it for several minutes then sat up, placed the phone about a foot from her chest and hit the button. There was a blinding flash and when she looked at the screen there was a nice picture of her left breast with the small pink nipple standing up.

"I'll be damn," Sid  smiled when he looked at the picture, "Nice tit."

"more," he texted her immediately, but she ignored his request and went to sleep.

Sid  knew that it was unwise to push, and he felt good that the fish was back on the hook, vowing that this time he would play it more carefully.

Pinky  did in fact wake with a mild hangover, but some coffee and breakfast made it disappear and by the time her husband and son got home she had washed all her things and hidden her new toys in her closet. She didn't feel as guilty as she feared, and was able to greet Arun  and Arup  in a way that didn't provide any hint of her adventures.

Life quickly returned to normal for her and with work and Arup  she was so busy that within just a few days she was no longer thinking about the weekend. Sid  was thinking about it though, and thinking about her. He knew it would be crucial to get her to engage with him with texts, but he wisely remained patient waiting two weeks before reaching out.

"how are things?" he sent to her during the middle of the afternoon, when he knew she was at work and hopefully not too busy.

Pinky  didn't recognize the number and it wasn't until she saw the message history that she realized who it was. She cringed for a moment thinking about how crazy it was to have sent the picture, but she rationalized that hers was indistinguishable from most any other breast.

"doing fine, thanks," she responded, after about five minutes.

This started an interaction that went on for weeks mostly initiated by Sid , but also at times by Pinky . Sid  made a point of keeping the messages benign hoping that an opportunity would present itself to probe deeper or get flirtier. He still wanted badly to fuck her, but he knew it was going to be difficult and he had to remain patient.

Weeks turned into months and the frequency of texts began to wane. Sid  was losing hope, not seeing any path towards moving things forward, and started to think about another bold approach as a last chance effort since he was growing tired of the pursuit. It turned out however that fortune was about to shine on him.

One of Arun 's closest friends had grown up in the country and his parents still lived there on a nice piece of property with horses and cattle. He had a son the same age as Arup  and the two men decided that going to the country would make a nice father-son weekend trip. Their plans were to leave on Thursday right after work and return late on Sunday, and although Pinky  feigned insult that the wives weren't invited, she in fact was looking forward to a weekend doing things with her friends.

An hour after the boys left, Pinky  was on her way to meet Mili  and another girlfriend, Preeti , for dinner. Preeti  was recently divorced and as the drinks flowed before and during dinner they listened to her tales of the life of a young attractive woman back in the singles world. Preeti  was having lots of sex and to hear her tell it, all good sex, so when she compared it to the routine and infrequent couplings while she was married, it made both Pinky  and Mili  wonder if they were missing something, although neither dared to speak.

It was ten-thirty when they finally left with plans to go shopping the next day after lunch. The closing conversation had been about the effects of all the sex talk and the plans Preeti  had to meet one of her new lovers, Mili 's return to her horny husband and Pinky 's upcoming lonely night.

"Thanks girls. Y'all are the best," Pinky  said sarcastically to roars of laughter from her friends.

Pinky  climbed into her car, pausing for a moment wondering whether she should be driving, before starting it up and heading home. She had made it two blocks and was at a stop light when a sudden urge hit her and she reached for her phone.

"what are you doing?" she typed out quickly to Sid .

The sex talk had made her a bit horny, and with her husband and son gone she had a strange feeling of freedom.

Pinky  was already home when Sid 's response came, "still working, you?"

Sid  was checking out a strip club he was considering buying, and the loud music had masked the arrival sound of Pinky 's incoming text. It was only when he noticed the light flashing on his phone that he retrieved the message and saw it had been sent twenty minutes earlier.

Walking into the kitchen, she paused and replied, "went out with friends but home now"

Sid  sensed that there might be more to it than just a casual text. Recalling that the time she had come to the store was when she was alone for a weekend, he decided to probe.

"where is your husband?" she read when the beep indicated a new arrival.

Pinky  wondered whether it was wise to answer the question but feeling secure inside her home she typed out, "out of town with our son for the weekend"

As soon as she hit send, she shivered from a rush of nervous energy that swept through her body from the realization that she had just told this course man, who in many ways was like a predator, that she was alone. She wondered if he would take it that she was available.

A smile crossed Sid  face when he read the message. He had felt that there might be something going on with her and now he had the confirmation. Certainly, she wouldn't have started texting him if she didn't have something in mind he thought. The question was what was it and how far was she ready to go. Regardless, he knew that this was the chance he had been waiting for and pressed on.

"come to the store," he texted her.

"can't drive been drinking," came a quick reply.

"get a cab," Sid  typed and sent in less than ten seconds.

This time there was a break in the rapid texting that lasted for several minutes. He was just about to ask her where she went when a message finally came through, "probably not a good idea"

Thinking a meeting on neutral turf might be more appealing, Sid  responded with, "lets meet for a drink"

There was another long break before his phone beeped and he read, "where?"

Sid  smiled broadly. Finally, some damn progress he thought. He knew the place he wanted to meet. It was an old school bar with no fancy accoutrements or kids for the wait staff, and was dark with small booths that were perfect for intimate conversations. It was also just a few blocks from the shop.

"merry time bar near mgf mall," he fired off.

Sid  was expecting a long wait for a reply so he was surprised when he saw the reply after only a few seconds, "okay"

After she sent the text, she set the phone on the counter and took a deep breath. She knew it was crazy, but she was dealing with a cocktail of confused feelings that included boredom, naughtiness and a need for adventure fueled by the alcohol she had consumed. The previous time with Sid  had been strangely intoxicating - such an exciting departure from the norm, and the fact that she had easily moved back to her wife and mother routine afterwards gave her confidence. But, even as she reached for the house phone and looked up the taxi number that was kept in the drawer, she debated whether to back out. However, when the dispatcher came on she heard her voice ordering the car for immediate pick up.

Sid  spoke to the club manager briefly before leaving through the back and jumping in his black Escalade. Even though it was only a fifteen-minute drive, he didn't want to risk her arriving first.

Pinky  was still wearing her work clothes having gone to meet her friends directly from the office. She was in a stylish, black pencil skirt that ended four inches above the knee, a white long sleeved shirt and open toe high heels. Accenting her graceful neck, were her grandmother's pearls that nestled in the shirt opening.

It was forty minutes after the last text when the cab pulled up to the bar. Sid  had arrived twenty minutes earlier, and had scouted then secured a small booth in a dark corner. On her way to the bar, once again Pinky  questioned why she was doing this. She thought about all the men at work that had hit on her. Hell, even some of Arun 's friends had done so, and these men were all educated and professional and would likely come running if she gave them a hint of interest. Thinking about it all, she realized that at least part of what this was about was the departure from her comfortable, staid world.

When Pinky  entered the bar, she glanced at the 3-piece band playing a jazz song then saw Sid  rising from his seat in the booth. He walked towards her, dressed in dark slacks and a silk shirt like he had worn before, with a mass of dark hair protruding from the open buttons.

"Hello Pinky . So good to see you," he said, taking her hand in his and caressing it.

"Hello," she replied, her voice cracking as a sudden surge of anxiety engulfed her.

Sid  guided her into the booth and instead of sitting across, followed her in on the same side. Pinky  scooted further in trying to maintain some space, but Sid  trailed until they were positioned at the very back. A waitress appeared as soon as they settled, and they placed their order - more wine for her and a whiskey on the rocks for him.

"Well it's been a while, but I'm glad you could come out," he said to her, knowing she was nervous.

"Thanks. So what have you been up to?" she answered.

Pinky  was in fact very nervous and didn't want it to show, but her forced words were an immediate give a way.

"Oh just doing business. Trying to make some money and getting by," Sid  replied, intentionally giving a vague answer.

They drank and chatted for the next fifteen minutes on a broad set of subjects including her job, her background and the local sports scene. However, one subject both stayed away from was Pinky 's husband and son. As they talked, she began to relax until she found that she had sunk into the soft padding of the booth so that she was now looking up at Sid . It gave her a submissive feeling that caused butterflies to start moving in her tummy.

Sid  noticed it too and the change in the look in her eyes. Gone was the defiance, now replaced with a wondering, almost playful look, and he decided it was time for a bold move.

"You know I never thought you gave this a chance and I dropped by the store to get it on the way. Why don't you put it in and I'll show you how it's supposed to be used," he said to her, as his hand reached into his pocket and set the egg on the table.

Pinky 's mouth fell open and her eyes got big with her first thought that someone would see the sex device. After several seconds and a deep breath, calm returned and her eyes left the orb and turned to Sid . He was giving her the same silly grin that she had seen when she had fantasized about him while using the vibrator, and she felt her body flush.

"Come on baby. Have some fun," the rough man encouraged, with their eyes still locked.

Seconds went by without speaking and Sid  started to think he once again had pushed too much.

"I have to go to the bathroom. This skirt's too tight to do it here," she replied with a grin.

Sid 's hand immediately went to her covered thigh and stroked it, "That's fine baby. Just fine."

He slid out of the booth while helping the young wife and handed her the device. Just as she was turning to leave, he leaned into her and whispered, "Lose the bra too."

Without responding, Pinky  went to the bathroom and locked herself into a stall. She took her skirt down and peed then remained sitting and thinking. What had she gotten herself into? It was fun to play with this rough, vulgar man, but was she going too far? She knew the answer, although she still rationalized that she could leave at anytime and find safety at home, just like before.

Slowly, she took the egg and rubbed it along her wet slit watching it slowly disappear. With a final plop it was inside and she used a finger to push it into a comfortable place. Standing, she fixed her thong and skirt, feeling the wire against her labia, then took off her shirt to remove her bra. Looking down she was happy to see that the material was heavy enough that it was not possible to see that she was now braless, and leaving the stall, she dropped the bra in the trash then primped at the mirror for a minute before returning to Sid .

She had expected him to activate the device as soon as she appeared, but instead he stood and greeted her, helping her back into the booth where fresh drinks sat on the table. Pinky  was nervous with anticipation expecting at any moment to feel the vibration, and Sid , knowing that this was part of the fun, kept the remote out of sight and started chatting with her again. Sitting to her side, he could also see through the opening in her shirt, that her bra was gone and this pleased him greatly.

"You know I'm dying to see those breasts in real life after seeing the pic," he whispered softly into her ear.

"I can't here," she said immediately, giving a teasing smile. She was playing with fire but it was so exciting she couldn't stop.

"Just undo your top button," he instructed, then added, "For now."

With the alcohol helping to fuel the erotic thrill, she hesitated only for a moment before using her fingers to let go the button. Sid  stared at the opening created that brought to view the swell of her breasts, and just as her hand fell back to her side he pushed the button on the remote.

"ohhhh..." Pinky  grunted in surprise, and her eyes shot to his.

He smiled at her and she smiled back as the device, it's faint sound masked by the music, vibrated inside her soft tunnel. Her first reaction was to touch her thighs or lower tummy, somewhere close, but the tight skirt didn't allow this. Instead, she was left clenching and releasing her muscles and squirming into the padding of the seat.

"Feels good doesn't it baby?" he said, with his now trademark grin.

Sid  had been right. It was much different when someone else was operating the egg, and with a sensual look in her eyes and her mouth slightly open she nodded. Suddenly, it stopped and Pinky  was left moving her hips seeking out the feeling that had quickly vanished. Looking at him again, she could see he was still smiling, no doubt reveling in the power he held.

During Pinky 's riding of the vibrating egg, Sid  had put his arm on the back of the seat behind her. Now, he leaned in and with his left hand found the opening in her shirt and inserted his fingers until he found the rigid nipple of her right breast.

"Sid , no!" Pinky  gasped, as she suddenly returned to the world of conservative wife and mother.

"Don't worry. No one can see," he answered, thinking this was the motivation for her denial and let his fingers continue to tease her nipple.

"Look, you need to...uggghhhh..." Pinky  started to protest. As the words were leaving her mouth, Sid  activated the device again which caught her mid-sentence. Suddenly, the feeling was back with the radiating warmth and all she could do was whine, "Sid ...ohhh...mmm..."

Sid  moved his stroking fingertips between her breast and nipple, teasing it with a gentle tug and roll. Then pushed his hand in further, opening the shirt more, until he could cup and lift her breast with his hand. All the while, Pinky 's pelvis moved as if it was trying to dig through the padded seat.

"Do it right Sid , do it right and you'll be riding the beautiful young woman tonight," he coached himself, as he tried to arouse and seduce Pinky .

His fingers went back to her nipple and this time pinched it slowly with just enough pressure to make her stiffen and groan. He released the nub and waited a few seconds and did it again.

"Ohhh...Ohhh...Mmm..." the muted sounds came from her mouth, as she fought to keep quiet while she pushed her breast against Sid 's hand and squirmed in the seat.

"Baby you're on fire. Let it take you. Go with it. You look so beautiful right now," Sid  whispered into her ear.

Pinky  was as aroused as she had ever been, but the feeling, while glorious, wasn't completely fulfilling. She wanted to cum and needed to as well, but she knew the egg wouldn't get her there. She turned and looked at him with pleading, begging eyes letting him know that he had won, that she was his if he would just make it happen.

"Let's go baby," he said sliding out of the booth and pulling her with him. She didn't bother to button her top and Sid  left the device buzzing in her pussy while he pulled a 500/- from his wallet and flipped it on the table.

Pinky  could feel the eyes on her as they walked through the club, but rather than embarrass her it actually turned her on even more. Sid  helped her into his Dezire then turned and pulled her to him so he could kiss her hard on the mouth. She returned the kiss with passion while his hand once again snaked inside her shirt and fondled her firm breasts. Sid  thought about having her right there, turning her so that her long legs were on the ground and she was bent onto the seat so he could ram into her from behind. But, his place was a short drive away, and he relished the idea of having her in his bed where he would keep her for the night.
The drive took only a few minutes and Pinky  leaned over the console and held his bicep while he drove, looking at him with her big eyes and silently giving him the message to hurry. Sid  pulled into what looked like a small warehouse made from brick and hit a button on his steering wheel which caused a roll up door to rise. He pulled inside, turned off the key and moved quickly to collect his prize. Once up a set of metal stairs, Sid  unlocked a heavy door and they entered a loft-like space that had been converted to living quarters. He hit several switches and the space was filled with a very low light that illuminated his king sized bed at the far end.

Both their hands went to the buttons on her shirt and within seconds it was off followed by her skirt as she unzipped it. Pinky  was left in just her panty and heels, without persuation she pushed it down her long legs and off her feet. Sid , still fully clothed, pulled her naked body to him and kissed her deeply while kneading her shapely ass. When they broke, he slid a hand down over her tummy and found her slit then, using the wire, he pulled the still humming egg from her and tossed it onto a stuffed chair.

"Damn, I'm going to enjoy you." he told her, as his hands started working on his clothes.

Pinky  stood still and watched as Sid  removed his clothes revealing a thick, hairy body with indistinguishable tattoos on his biceps and chest with one on his back that looked like a demon carrying a woman on his shoulders. Unable to look away, she watched as he pushed his boxers over his hips revealing a heavy cock nestled in a deep matting of hair. In fact, it looked like the hair extended half way up his shaft. Pinky  had not seen many penises in her life but she guessed he was about the same length as her husband, but was much thicker. It looked heavy to her and in that way was different than any she had seen before.

Sid  pulled her to him again and kissed her hard on the mouth. To Pinky , their naked bodies now forced together with his hair teasing and tantalizing her nipples and thighs was a powerful aphrodisiac. It wasn't like she needed one though as she had been wet and excited since the bar.

Sid  walked her backwards to the bed then pushed her shoulders forcing her to fall backwards until she lay before him. He stopped to feast on her beauty and felt his cock stiffen even more in anticipation.

Just as he climbed on the bed, positioning himself on his knees and pushing her legs wider apart, Pinky  had a vision of her son flash through her brain. In the vision, it was Diwali and along with her husband they were helping her in decoration.

"Sid , maybe this isn't a good idea," she said as a wave of guilt swept over her.

Sid  had been expecting some reluctance. In fact, he was very surprised he had made it this far without some push back. However, from experience, he knew that once he got inside a woman their reluctance always evaporated.

"Nonsense," he replied to her, and knee walked forward driving her legs back and apart.

Sid  took his cock in his hand and began rubbing his fat head along her slit smearing her juices until her whole pussy glistened. The electric feeling his actions produced coupled with the intense visual eroticism resulted in her body winning out over the reluctance her brain attempted to bring to fore. Really, she was being taken, forced, she rationalized to herself which helped relieve her of responsibility even though deep down she knew it was a lie.

"Mmmm...ohhh..." Pinky  heard herself gasp when Sid  pushed his fat cockhead between her lips.

"Yeah baby. It's going to be a good ride," he said, responding to her sounds.

Sid  flexed his hips driving his cock deeper into her tight pussy which brought more cries of passion from Pinky . It took him a good minute to work it completely in so that his thick matting of pubic hair was pushed against her pussy and his balls nestled against her ass. With a sigh of satisfaction, he fell forward onto his elbows so that his entire body was now in contact with hers.

Pinky  felt almost crushed and trapped by his body, but it was an intensely pleasurable feeling. When Sid  began thrusting into her with a steady, deep pace and his hot breath began to hit her neck she knew she was experiencing something completely different. This wasn't the gentle love making she received from her husband. Instead, she was being fucked and fucked hard - taken by this rough man for his own pleasure. The feeling emanating from between her legs, shooting out in all directions through her body, made it undeniable that she was enjoying it too.

Sid  knew she would be a good fuck, but it was still better than he expected. Her body was responding nicely too. He could feel her pussy juicing and coating his cock making it easier to drive into her and he could feel the small nipples that crowned her luscious breasts scraping against his chest.

"You like this?" he asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it.

"Yes," came a faint, whispered reply.

"Louder baby. I can't hear you," he demanded.

"Yes," Pinky  answered, this time in a clear voice.

"Good. I want you to like it. Now tell me to fuck you. Say fuck me Sid ," he said, intending to push her sensibilities. When there was no response after several seconds, he commanded again, "Say it baby. Say fuck me Sid ."

"Fuck me Sid ," Pinky  answered, and he felt a quick shiver in her body as the words left her mouth.

Hearing her say the words excited him too and he started moving even faster lifting up with his hips at the end of every thrust to go in as deeply as possible. He felt her legs, which had been at his side, circle his waist and as she locked her heels , her heels rocked against his back and her hands which had been on his shoulders drifted down until one was on the small of his back and the other was holding his ass.

"Say it again," Sid  grunted between thrusts.

"Fuck me Sid ," she spat out without hesitation, and her hips started pushing back into him.

Sid  took his right arm and looped it under her left leg opening her further then lifted himself on the other until he was resting on his elbow. In this position, he could drive deep and watch her face as he fucked her. Her eyes were squeezed shut which left a tension in her brow and her mouth was partly open. Overwhelmed by the pure sexual look she was giving, he leaned down and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and receiving hers back lustily.

"Fuck me Sid . Fuck me good. Ohhh...Sid ," Pinky  cried out without prodding, as soon as their kiss broke.

He knew she had never experienced sex like this and he wanted to make it memorable. He wanted her to be thinking about this encounter days, weeks and months later so that she would want more, need more and be ready to visit him when he called.

"You're the best fuck I ever had," Sid  grunted then slowed, unable to keep the torrid pace which brought a whine of disappointment from Pinky , as she had felt herself building towards something special and now it was drifting away.

Sid  took her arms and pushed them over her head, holding her hands in his. In this position, stretched out and bound, she felt out of control which brought a new wave of erotic feelings rushing through her body. Sid  moves now, slower but still deliberate, quickly brought back the feeling that had faded. She felt heat between her legs and an electric tickling that began to grow and spread through her body. When it hit her nipples, it became too strong to hold inside.

"OH SID . Almost...almost there...please don't stop," came her passionate, pleading cry.

Sid  concentrated on giving her a steady, consistent rhythm then said once more, "Say what you want again."

"Fuck me Sid . Fuck...OHHH...OHHH...OH GOD...PLEASE...OH PLEASE!" she cried out loudly, as her orgasm hit and Sid  rode her through it, feeling her body pulse and her pussy contract and release against his thick cock.

Pinky  had never experienced anything like it. First, her eyes saw stars exploding and her body had strong impulses wracking through it making her spasm. Then she began to float and drift in the most amazing way like she was on a soft cloud that was massaging her and bringing her deep satisfying pleasure.

When she finally came back to reality, how much later she wasn't sure, she could feel Sid  still moving inside her and when she opened her eyes she could see by the contorted look on his face that he was close to cumming.

He knew that Pinky  had experienced a huge climax, and watching and feeling her pussy milk him had pushed him forward too. He wanted the orgasm to be completely through her before he released, so with gritted teeth he had held back, but now it was time to let go. He hoped that she was not on any birth control, although he knew it was likely she was, as he would have liked nothing more than to have inseminated her. Their coupling had been so intense and pleasurable it seemed more like a mating than just sex.

"Can't hold it. Can't..." he said to her through gritted teeth, and when he felt Pinky 's fingernails lightly glide down his back, it was too much and his release hit with full force, "OH FUCK. FUCK YEAH! Take it baby...take it all."

His movements lost rhythm and Pinky  could feel his cock throbbing against her opening letting her know that he was releasing his semen into her married pussy. With a last, deep push, Sid  stopped then collapsed onto her. Together they struggled to catch their breaths, while they remained connected.

When Sid  rolled off of her, there was a momentary feeling of emptiness that made her squeeze her legs together. She felt his arm encircle her and pull her back against his hairy chest and his hand went to her breasts. She could feel his lips softly kissing the back and side of her neck which made her purr.

"Damn that was good. I haven't come that hard in forever. I think yours was big too," he spoke in low voice.

Pinky  didn't respond and now that it was over all her lust was evaporating rapidly being replaced by guilt. She thought of Arun  and Arup  and realized she was now a cheat - an adulteress. The thought was overwhelming, and she suddenly felt trapped like an animal, wanting to retreat to the safety of her home.

"I need to go. Please let me go," she blurted out while trying to work her way out of his hold.

"No Pinky . You're staying the night," the rough man replied.

His words weren't loving or angry, rather they were just stated in a matter-of-fact way.

"Really I have to. Please let me up," she answered, now fighting him harder.

"Be still," Sid  commanded, and pulled her more tightly against him.

Pinky  knew she couldn't fight him, so she quit struggling deciding to wait until he fell asleep to sneak out. However, the drinks, the sexual workout and the emotions had tired her and she was the first to drift off.

Sometime later, she awoke to find Sid  using two fingers to slide over and inside her pussy. Despite the tingling he was creating, she tried to resist at first by closing her legs and then speaking.

"No more. I've had enough and I need to go," she pleaded.

Sid  ignored her request, pushed her legs back open and rolled on top of her.

"I was waiting for you to come to life," he whispered to her.

She realized how wet he had made her when the head of his cock penetrated her easily.

"No, please," she implored him, but instead of stopping he pushed in deeper, and then he took her ass in his hands and with a final thrust he was balls deep.

"Love your pussy baby," he said to her, as he started moving very slowly in and out savoring the feeling of her hot, snug wetness.

At first, Pinky  was able to keep herself detached from Sid 's efforts but as his thrusting continued she found herself drawn in. Her reluctance waned quickly as Sid 's fat cock once again created great pleasure in her pussy, and after only a couple minutes she was once again moaning in time to his thrusts.

Sid  rolled onto his back, never losing the connection with Pinky , and pulled her up so that she was now on top. She was surprised to find herself suddenly upright, on display and looking down at Sid , but with his hands pulling on her hips she began to rock against his hardness. Sid  enjoyed the view he had of her almost perfect breasts and flat sexy tummy. In addition, her disheveled dark hair gave her a lusty, wanton look.

Pinky 's movements became faster until with a series of cries she came once again then collapsed onto Sid 's chest. Sid  tried to continue to thrust into her for a few seconds before giving up and contented himself with holding her against him while he stroked her hair.

Light was streaming through the gaps in the curtains when Pinky  woke to the sound of movement in the loft. Finding herself alone in the bed, she assumed it was Sid  that was making the noise, so she was shocked when a small, elderly Asian lady appeared at the foot of the bed.

"You get up...you go. You go now," the lady said to Pinky  in a loud voice, while waving her arms.

Surprised, Pinky  pulled the bed sheets up to her neck and held them tightly while wondering what was going on with this strange woman. The old woman continued her tirade telling Pinky  to go, and also pulled on the sheet ripping it from Pinky 's hands and stripping it from the bed until she was left naked, trying to use her hands to provide some cover.

"Stop it. Leave me alone," Pinky  yelled at her.

"Mr. Sid  want you to go. You get clothes on and leave now," she told Pinky , picking up her clothes from the floor and throwing them onto the bed.

Pinky  reached for her clothes, but evidently wasn't moving fast enough for the Asian woman who stepped closer, took her by the arm and began pulling her off the bed.

"Stop, damn it!" Pinky  cried out in anger.

"Mimi it's okay," Sid  voice called out from behind the old woman, and Pinky  looked behind her to see him standing there naked with a smile on his face.

Mimi turned and saw him, showing no surprise at his nudity, then left, going past him as she wandered to another part of the loft.

"What was that about?" Pinky  demanded, angrily.

"That's my housekeeper Mimi. She is a tad too possessive," Sid  explained.

In fact, he had trained Mimi to run off the women she found in his place after he had gone. Mimi had been unaware that Sid  was in the bathroom and that Pinky  wasn't one of his standard skanks.

Pinky  had continued to try and put on her clothes, but Sid  wasn't ready yet for her to go just yet. She was on her back in the bed about to put her feet through her skirt when he took the garment in his hand and began a tug of war with her before finally getting it away.

"I need to go." Pinky  said in a firm voice. Her guilt had come back again and Mimi's interference had insulted her. But, she could tell by Sid 's half hard cock, the look in his eye and his grin that he wanted more sex.

"One more time, baby," he told her.

"No Sid . No way," Pinky  replied, but already he was climbing on the bed.

"I'll make you feel good," he said as he took hold of her legs.

"Please no. That woman's here!" Pinky  tried again, but Sid  completely ignored her pleas as he spread her legs and moved between them, and he used his fingers to test her slit, pleasantly surprised to find it slick.

"Ummm...uhhh..." Pinky  moaned as Sid  inserted his thick cock in her for the third time, and while there was some soreness, there was also the same good feeling of fullness she had experienced before.

It wasn't long before she had her hands on his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her reluctance and embarrassment when they started had made her think there was no way she would be able to climax. However, it was beginning to felt very good, and the tingling in her nipples and groin made her wonder. Sid  had his head buried in her neck as he concentrated on the mating and he would occasionally nibble on her ear. His hot breath hitting her neck made it all seem very raw, but also very erotic.

Suddenly, she caught a movement in her peripheral vision and lifting her head slightly she saw Sid 's maid had returned.

"Sid , your maid is watching!" Pinky  said in shock.

"It's okay. She doesn't care," he replied, and showed no sign of stopping.

At first, Pinky  felt embarrassed and she closed her eyes to block out the sight of the old woman. But, when Sid  raised up on his arms and began pushing deeply into her, she looked up to see him staring intently into her face while the maid swept the floor just a few feet away. It was all so sordid, but it lit some strange, unknown fuse in the young wife and mother.

"Ohhh...ohhh...Sid ..." she moaned loudly, and something in her now wanted the maid to know how good it felt.

"That's it baby. Tell me how good it feels," he encouraged.

Pinky  was about to respond when suddenly her lover pulled out without warning then used his hands to roll her to her knees then quickly took her from behind.

"Ohhh...mmm..." Pinky  whined when he entered.

She loved the position although her husband, always the gentleman, rarely wanted to make love that way and Pinky  was too timid to demand it. Sid  wasn't a gentleman at all and knew from experience what women wanted.

"Now we can get serious," he grunted out, and holding her hips began to move fast with deep strokes.

"Ohhh...yes...ohhh...ohhh...it feels good..." Pinky  cried out.

She was getting very excited and she dropped her head to the mattress and grabbed the sheet with each hand squeezing tightly

"You ready to cum?" Sid  asked between breaths.

"Yes..." Pinky  whimpered in response.

"Tell me baby. Tell what you want," he demanded.

"I want to cum...let me cum...please..." she whined.

Sid 's movements went in to overdrive and he started thrusting like a jack hammer. It immediately created a wet slapping sound between their bodies and Pinky  felt the telltale tingling starting to build rapidly. Seconds, just seconds more was all she needed and then it happened. The tingling began to fire out like electrical pulses throughout her body with special focus on her pussy and nipples.

"Awwwhhhh...fuck...fuck me! Oh God fuck me," the young mother cried out and pulled even harder on the sheet.

It felt so good, and it immediately drained all her strength requiring Sid  to hold her by her hips to keep her from falling forward. He kept the motion as best he could against her limp body then finally let her go, but stayed connected and continue to fuck her while she lay prone.

"Here it comes baby. Here it comes. Hope you're on the pill," he grunted in time with his thrusts then he pushed deep and held himself completely inside her and let out a satisfied roar.

Sid  collapsed on her back and she could feel his heaving chest struggling to catch up. She felt strangely satisfied that he had climaxed inside her and she squeezed her muscles a few times to milk his heavy cock, which brought a deep sigh from him.

Opening her eyes, she saw that Mimi was looking down at her from the edge of the bed, and it took a second to register that she was looking at her wedding ring. She knew she was being judged, and once more a pang of guilt stated to form, but it was held at bay by the amazing way she felt after her complete climax.

Sid  tried to get her to stay and even offered to drive her home when she insisted on leaving. But, she was adamant about taking a cab, so thirty minutes later she allowed him to kiss her fully before she took the few steps from his door to the waiting car.

She hadn't had the opportunity to clean up much and she knew she looked a mess and probably smelled of sex. So, she wasn't surprised when the Indian cab driver repeatedly looked at her in the mirror as they drove. Her mind went to her college days where her friends would laugh about the "walk of shame". How ironic she thought that her first experience at it was as a wife and mother.
 
 
 Note : Copied from net "Orginal writer is J267" . Just adapted as per indian condition 
 

[RaviShikha]

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