Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

part2


A few days after running into Ravi in the mall, I got called into his office.
"It has been brought to my attention that a couple of your customers have complained about the level of service you have been giving them lately," Ravi said.

"What? I have never had a customer complaint before. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I did a follow up with the customers. In both cases the customers said that you have left out items that were supposed to be in the contracts that you sent to them for their signature."

"Ravi, you know that I have never screwed up on a contract before. This has to be a mistake. Who were the customers? I'll talk to them and straighten this out my self," I said.

"It’s fine really, I have already taken care of it. For now, I just want you to let me check over your contracts before you send them out. Don't worry, I have no intention of interfering with the good relationship you have with your customers."

"I don't understand what could have happened and why would they call in a complaint instead of calling me," I said.

"Actually, they did call in to talk to you but you were out of the office. In both cases, they left a message for you. Somehow I think we have to handle the calls as complaints. "

I wanted to argue that with Ravi but I knew there was no point. His mind was made up.

"Thanks, Ravi, I appreciate your support." I finally said.

When I left Ravi's office, I was as angry as I had ever been. I could not believe that any of my customers had complained. I had always prided myself on the rapport I had with my customers. On top of that, Ravi wouldn't tell me which customer complained because he was afraid that it might affect the way I deal with them in the future. The worst thing of all was that now I would have to suffer the humiliation of having Ravi looking over my shoulders.


"Did you have a bad day?" Monisha asked as I walked into the house that evening.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did but how did you know?"

"I could see it in your face as soon as you walked in the door."

I told Monisha what had happened and how Ravi had decided to treat the two customer calls as complaints rather than just let me handle them myself.

"So what happened? How did Ravi handle the complaints?" Monisha asked.

"I told you they weren't actually complaints. Ravi arbitrarily decided to handle them as complaints. He called the customers and took care of the problem," I said. "I still can't believe I made a mistake on those contracts. I proof read them before I mailed them out. Now Ravi wants to proof read my contracts before they go out."

"Isn't it possible that you missed something," Monisha said.

"I guess it's possible that I missed something but I have never made a mistake like that before and now I made two in the same week. I just can't believe it."

"Maybe it's not such a bad idea to have Ravi proof read your contracts," Monisha said.

"Whose side are you on?" I asked.

"I'm on your side, of course. I just think that having Ravi proof read your contracts with you before you send them out isn't such a bad idea."

"I can't believe that you actually think that I need help taking care of my customers after all this time."

"I know you are the best. I am just saying that you should do this, if for no other reason than to just to keep him off your back."

I was disappointed that Monisha didn't seem to be on my side of this issue but I could see the logic in what she said so I didn't argue about it with her. It was obvious that she was able to look at my situation much more objectively than I was.


For the next month I did as Ravi had ordered and had him proof read my contracts with me before I sent them out. Not once did we find a mistake. At the end of the month, I figured everything was back to normal but Ravi called me in for another chat.

"I am now comfortable with the way you run your territory and that any problem you may have had with any of your customers seems to have resolved itself," Ravi said.

"I never thought there was a problem to begin with," I said.

Ravi gave me a look that said he didn't agree with my assessment. "What I am saying is you no longer need me to proof read your contracts but I want you to keep me involved in any new contracts you are working on."

"Can I ask why?"

"I think we need to have better control of our business. I want to be involved in every significant contract to make sure we are doing the right things for our customers."

"Why am I being singled out?" I asked.

"You're not. I will be doing this with all of the sales guys. Don't worry about this. It's no big deal. It won't interfere with what you do; it's just more work for me," Ravi said.

Once again Monisha recognized that I was upset when I got home and I had to tell her what was going on and how much it pissed me off.

"Honey, you know it's just the way things turn out sometimes. Don't get mad because I feel Ravi is just trying to help you," Monisha said.

Monisha was right, of course, but it still annoyed me that she didn't show more support for me. I was angry and I expected that she simply agree with me that what Ravi was doing was an insult to me and he should just back off.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART3

It took almost two months before I started to see the problem. We were at party at a friend's place and it was getting late. I poured myself another drink, silently hoping the party would end soon. I enjoyed these parties, but tonight I was feeling tired and wanted to go home.

I looked across the crowded room and saw Monisha talking to one to her friends, Nisha. I was pretty sure Nisha hated Monisha. It always amazed him how catty women could be. The fact that Nisha’s husband always paid so much attention to Monisha didn't help things.

I walked around some more and saw that the crowd had thinned. "Maybe we can cut out and go," I thought, and went looking for Monisha. She was still talking to Nisha. Their backs were to me, and they hadn't noticed me. I was about to say something and then froze. What had Nisha just said? I stepped back into the shadows, and listened.

"Monisha, you're definitely in awe of this guy," Nisha said as she playfully nudged Monisha's side.

"What? Of course I'm not," Monisha replied.

I peaked around the corner to see who they were talking about. There was nobody.

"Anyway I don't think Rajiv likes him," she added.

"I don't blame him. I'd be mad too if my wife fancied the guy I worked for."

Monisha looked shocked. "I don't fancy Ravi!"

Nisha looked unconvinced. "Even gorgeous guys like Ravi? Come on, admit it, you have hot for him."

"Nisha, you're crazy. I'm married. I only said Ravi is good looking and sexy, this doesn't mean I have crushes on other men." Monisha scowled at her friend, and then laughed too.

I was surprised by these revelations. I never guessed my wife found my boss attractive. That night, when we went home, I recalled our meeting with Ravi at the mall and how Monisha had tried to convince me to invite him for dinner. Women can really be hard to fathom at times, I concluded.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER
part3


The following day I forgot about all this as a serious problem cropped up at work. One of my customers called to complain about some missing tasks in the contract I had negotiated with them. They asked me what I was trying to pull on them. I had to rewrite their contracts to include the missing tasks. I was confused as I was sure I had written the contract properly.

I later discussed the problem with Ravi.

"This is not good,' he said. "We have to keep the board from finding out about these mistakes or you'll be in serious trouble. I will keep quiet over this one, but promise me you will work out a solution. You have been doing this long enough that you don't need me to read your contracts before they get sent out but you have to make sure they go out right or it will be both of our asses. Besides, I wouldn't know if something was left out unless I was with you when you met with the customer to negotiate the contract."

Ravi seemed to be on my side but it didn't make me feel better.

That evening I discussed this new problem with my contracts and the conversation I had with Ravi with Monisha.

"How can you be so certain that you didn't make a mistake?" she asked.

What was I missing? Was Monisha beginning to think that I wasn't as competent at my job as she used to think I was? That was the impression I was getting from her.

"I don't know what's going on but I think someone is trying to make me look bad," I said.

"You can't be serious," Monisha said. "You just said that you mail the contracts as soon as you are done with them. No one has access to your contracts once your finish with them. If someone could get to the contract, who would want to do that to you? Who could possibly benefit by making you look bad?"

I thought about what Monisha said and realized I really had no answers.

"I guess you're right. Maybe I did make a mistake," I said but I didn't for a moment believe that.

"So what if you made a mistake," she said, "everyone does. Now that you know what happened you can take steps to make sure it doesn't happen again. Maybe you could ask Ravi to start proof reading your contracts with you again."

"No, I still don't believe I made any mistake," I said. "Someone is out to ruin me."

"Do you have any idea how paranoid that sounds?" Monisha asked. "I am beginning to think that you are just stressed out. Maybe all you need is a vacation."

"I am getting stressed out but that is not what is causing these problems," I said.

"I think you need some professional help, honey," Monisha said. "I am really beginning to worry about you."

"I am beginning to worry about us," I said. "Not once since this started have you taken my side."

"That's nonsense. Of course I am on your side. I just wanted to help you."

That was the end of the conversation for that night. Monisha went off to bed and I retired to the family room with a large glass of scotch. I wasn't sure if it was my ego but I just couldn't accept that my wife having doubts over my abilities. I recalled her conversation with Nisha, how she confessed finding Ravi good looking and sexy. Now she was taking his sides too.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER
part4




The following day, when I walked into the building, the receptionist told me. "Rajiv, Ravi is waiting for you in the office. I think he has a visitor." I thanked her and hurried to the huge office.

Ravi was there with a guy and a woman. The guy was M. Sharma who was one of my clients. They all got up to greet me.

"Rajiv, I got a call from Mr. Sharma, the CEO at Sharma Products. I have been working over this project personally for the last 2 months. He came here with his wife, Mona. Apparently they are interested in partnering with our company for a major assignment."

I wondered the possible reasons for this meeting. I have been talking to Mr. Sharma every month for more than a year. Over that time, Mr. Sharma and I had become friends and I had managed to sort of get my foot in the door. I wondered how Ravi has managed to get him to sign on the lines.

"Rajiv, good to see you again," Mr. Sharma said.
"Hi, nice meeting you," I said. "I guess I should congratulate you on your contract with Ravi."
"Hi, I'm Mona," Mrs. Sharma said.

She was dressed in a sleeveless white blouse that was tucked into a short black skirt, and it was difficult not to stare at the tremendous amount of thigh she was showing. She had sparkling eyes, a cute little nose, and wire frame glasses that only complemented her attractive face.

"Have you been working with Ravi for very long?" she asked

"A couple of months", I replied.

"Good, I'll leave you guys to finalize the technicalities. I'll just join Ravi in his office to sign a non-disclosure agreement. I am sure you understand," she said as she headed to the door. I found myself staring at her narrow hips as she walked away.

Ravi took me aside and said, "I hope you realize that there are a lot of companies they could have gotten these services from. He chose us, so don't let us down. Make sure Mr. Sharma gets what he needs, while I do the same with his lovely wife."

Then Ravi followed Mona out of the room, leaving me with M. Sharma.

"I have always liked you, Rajiv," he said. "I always felt that I could trust you and have never regretted dealing with you."

"Thanks a lot for your trust, M. Sharma."

"Actually we are about to announce the acquisition of two other companies that will at least triple the size of Sharma Products. My wife Mona met with your boss last month in New York and was impressed by his capabilities. Mona suggested we use a single source for all of our services and wanted to give you the first opportunity to put together a proposal for 5 years."

"Five years?" I could feel my heart rate increasing as I considered how much this contract would be worth.

I spent another hour with M. Sharma discussing the scope of the services he wanted our company to provide. Before I left we set up a schedule of weekly telephone calls to update him on the progress I was making.

On Friday, I managed to close one to the three cases I was working on and I was close to finalizing another. That night I stopped after work to have a drink with Shekhar Malik, to celebrate closing. We had a couple of beers and talked about work. Obviously the conversation was about the major deal we were signing with Sharma products. At some point, Shekhar asked about the lady. It took me a minute to realize he was talking about Mrs. Sharma.

"I know you worked a lot on this but there is something you need to know," Shekhar said.

"There is nothing you can say that would be any more upsetting than what I have already been through," I said.

"Okay then, I heard we got the contract because Ravi is nailing Mr Sharma’s wife who is said to be a real bombshell," Shekhar said.

"How do you know that?” I said.

"You know I accompanied them to one of the meetings. Ravi asked me what I thought over this offer. I didn't want to act too anxious so I said that it was definitely interesting but still wasn't sure if it would be worth it. Ravi then asked me what I thought about Mrs. Sharma. I said I hadn't got time to think about her, so I could not really say. He also asked if it would be worth it for the pleasure of working with Mr. Sharma's beautiful wife. At that point I could not make out if he was serious or just pulling my legs. I got the feeling that he wanted to accept their offer for more reasons than to sign the contract. "

"That son of a bitch," I said. "Who the fuck does he think he is?"

"He is one sleazy bastard. I still wonder how he would get a married woman agree to sign a contract with him just for the pleasure of giving herself to him."

Sitting across him everyday in the executive boardroom, it was easy to see why Ravi was so popular with the office females: he was in very good shape and his face was sexy, and he had an air of confidence and a strong dominant personality that really turned women on. I shuddered as it occurred to me that was probably what my own wife Monisha found attractive in him.

Despite his situation as an eminently dateable guy within the company, Ravi had wisely avoided the overt romantic advances of every woman at the office, though this only served to pique even greater interest and make him all the more desirable to them. As a senior guy at the firm, I tried my best to avoid office gossip. Yet, from time to time, rumors persisted that Ravi was seriously 'packing'; something the women all seem to agree was simply too good to be true, given his looks, personality, and the amount of sex appeal he had to spare.

Now the story that Shekhar has told me about him and Mona left me puzzled.
I remember a situation with one of the girls in the team. It was a few weeks back when Ritikha literally jumped up in the middle of a meeting and disappeared into the corridor, saying loudly that she was going to print out a document. Then, only a minute later, Ravi mumbled something and dashed off after her. It was all so sudden that the atmosphere was broken and the rest of the team sat there in stolid silence.

The hands on the clock crept slowly round, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen, twenty minutes. At this point someone glared at me and demanded, "Well, are we going to conclude this meeting or not?"

My mind was in a mess. As the length of their absence had grown, I had grown more and more uneasy. Luckily I was saved from taking action because at that moment, Ravi walked in followed by Ritikha carrying some print outs about a survey carried out by our company. I had completely forgotten about this incident until now when Shekhar made mention of his suspicions regarding Ravi and Miss Sharma.


Later that night, I told Monisha about the meeting with Ravi and Mr. Sharma and the contract signed, and she again asked me if I was ready to consider asking for help. I was so pissed I didn't speak to her for the rest of the night. The following day, she apologized to me.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings; it is just that there doesn't seem to be any logical explanation for the problems you are having," she said.

I chose not to tell her that I heard we got the contract because Ravi was sleeping with Mrs. Sharma.

"Anyway, why don't you forget about work now?"

That sounded like a very good suggestion. Monisha and I took our drinks into the family room and sat on the sofa.

"You have been down and grumpy for the last couple of weeks so this contract is a welcome change," Monisha said.

"Sorry, I was frustrated because I feel I missed out on this proposal that could turn out to be very big," I said.

"You were not the only one; Ravi did put effort on this on it, right?"

I snapped my head around and gave Monisha a stern look. "No."

"Don't you think that the client would not have signed if he did not intervene at some stage?"

"I am completely capable of doing my job without outside interference" I said.

"It is not outside interference. It still is your deal. I just thought that after the recent problems you have had that it was not a bad idea to get some help," Monisha said.

The problems I was having at work were a real pain but the fact that those problems were affecting Monisha's confidence in me is what really hurts.

"I don't need or want any help from Ravi or anyone else," I said. "So let's just drop this, okay?"

"Okay."
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER


PART5


To celebrate winning the deal with Sharma Products, Ravi informed us that he was inviting all employees of FutureMedia to a party at his house. Because there had been too many restrictions the year before on our company party, it had been decided to have it at a private house, that way it wasn't technically anything to do with the firm. It was up to each employee to decide if they wanted to bring their partner. Even though we had been married for a few years, Monisha had never before been to any of our company party or socialized with any of my coworkers. I decided to bring her along to meet my friends and colleagues.

On Tuesday evening, I arrived at Ravi's apartment, drove and parked my car.
With Monisha by my side, we walked up the steps and approached the door just as Ravi was coming out. He greeted me with a big smile, "Hey Rajiv, glad you could make it,"

"Hi Ravi!" I said, steeping forward to introduce him to my wife. "This is Monisha; I believe you’ve met before."

"Glad to see you again," Ravi said as he took her hand and politely shook it.

"Oh, thank you," Monisha answered.

"Monisha, we'll have to talk later," Ravi said, leading us inside. "I'd like to get to know you better."

I did not appreciate his choice of words, but Monisha didn't seem to notice it.

"Looking forward to it," she accepted graciously.
“Since I have a few minutes to spare, let me show you around,” Ravi said when we were inside.

Even from the doorway, I became aware of a subtle, exotic fragrance that permeated the entire condo. I had heard of the term ‘a captivating fragrance’ well that was exactly what this was. It was a pleasant scent throughout the condo and it grew even more obvious as we entered his house.

We strolled around stopping at various items as Ravi gave us interesting anecdotes about how he acquired some of the more unusual things. He had a way of telling enough to keep the listener very interested and yet holding back enough to peak one’s curiosity. Many of his decorative items were foreign things found on his trips abroad. It was obvious that Ravi was a man of wealth. His decorations, art work, and collectables exuded money.

It was on three levels with long halls and a good many rooms on each level. The third level was dominated by a large bar area. It looked like a very high end sports bar, complete with a high definition wide panel television over the bar. What an attractive interesting room, I thought to myself. Ravi indicated that his work required a good bit of entertainment so the bar area was used a good bit.

When Monisha and I took our leave from him, I couldn’t help realizing that previously I had been impressed with his business approach, now I was equally fascinated with the man and his lifestyle.

Monisha and I then walked over to the bar to pour ourselves a fruit drink. I greeted several of my coworkers along the way; remembering to introduce Monisha each time. We finished our drink and then made our way through the crowd of people. The party was pretty tame as these things go. There were some two hundred people in attendance counting employees, spouses and significant others. We had drinks and appetizers and then dinner. After dinner, there were more music and dancing. We were all having a good time in spite of the low key party going on around us.

Later, in the middle of the evening, I had gone to the men's room and when I returned I found Ravi talking to Monisha. I got pissed off when I saw that. I knew that I could trust Monisha but I didn't like the idea that Ravi might hit on my wife. It showed a lack of respect for me.

I didn't say anything as I was not sure I could tell my boss to stay away from my wife but and make a scene. After all, nothing had really happened. They were just talking. I thought that night when we got home I was going to have a talk with Monisha about Ravi. I had never told her about Ravi or his attraction to women. The problem was that I could not think of any way to bring that up in conversation without making it sound like I didn't trust Monisha. I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there and go home.

I tried to appear normal I did a good job of pretending to be tired and suggested we take our leave. I felt a shiver watching Monisha as she bent over and gave Ravi a goodnight kiss, and, strangely enough my cock began to grow.


The situation took a different turn the following day when I sat down with my wife at breakfast. "Ravi sure was a lot different than what I expected," Monisha commented from across the table. "I mean at the party, he just seemed a lot nicer than what you made him out to be."

"Ravi?"

"Yes. Ravi Sohay."

"Since when are you on a first name basis with my boss?" I asked teasingly.

"We are on pretty informal terms," she responded, jokingly.

I was a bit irate about her discussing our personal matters with Ravi. "He just seemed nice at the party," I spoke between mouthfuls of biscuits. "I promise you would feel a lot different if you had to work for him."

"Maybe," she agreed with a smile.

"I just think you would have a different opinion of the guy if you really did have to work for him."

"But since you are the one working for him, we'll never know how he would behave with me if I was working with him."

An erotic thought formed in my own mind. I thought of Monisha working for Ravi, and then wondered if he would ask for any sexual favor if he was her boss. But I shook the thought away and decided to pull Ravi down a notch.

"All in all, he hardly brings anything new to the company.”

"The women seemed quite fond of him, you know," she shrugged her shoulders.

I couldn't believe she was still talking about him! I wish she would drop the subject. I didn't know what to say and shifted my attention to the breakfast. It didn't take Monisha long to notice something was wrong.

"What's the matter, Rajiv?" Monisha asked.

"Something is bothering me but I am afraid that it will come out wrong and I don't want to upset you."

Monisha suddenly looked tense. "What's wrong, Rajiv?"

"I guess I'll just say what's on my mind and we can discuss it until I can clear up any misconceptions. It's about Ravi."

The expression on Monisha's face changed.

"What about Ravi?" she asked.

"I don't know if you know this about him but he has a reputation as a ladies' man."

Monisha laughed. "I know. I've heard all the stories about him at the party.”

"Monisha. This is not funny to me," I said.

"You can't possibly think I have any interest in Ravi," Monisha said with a tinge of anger in her voice.

"No. I am not worried about you. I trust you."

"So what you are saying is that you don't want me to talk to Ravi anymore, is that it?" Monisha asked.

"If you wouldn't mind," I said.

"Well, I would mind. I think he's charming and I enjoyed talking to him. I don't understand what you are worried about. I don't like it when you act this way."

I wasn't happy with her response but I didn't push it any farther. She hadn't done anything wrong and my reaction was probably out of line.

I was worried that Monisha was really pissed at me but when I tried to discuss it further with her, she cut me off. "I will let you know if he does anything that starts bothering me," she said.

The way she said it let me know that the conversation was over. I was a little upset with her unwillingness to even discuss further but I let it go.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART6



Staff meetings were never my strong point. Staff meetings on Monday mornings drove me to distraction. I could not concentrate on anything. To make matters worse, the intensity of pressure at work seemed about to redouble. FutureMedia had managed to get its hooks into one of the biggest and most important contracts in its existence, and we were going to have to pull out all the stops to bring it off.

The meeting had just started when Ritikha made her entrance five minutes late. People had just settled in, mugs of coffee positioned, piles of papers shuffled. Everyone stopped listening. Ravi continued talking for a sentence or two more before he stopped.

“Hi, Ritikha. Welcome. You look nice this morning,” he said.

“Sorry I’m late. Thank you.” She said briskly, avoiding his eyes on her.

Were they an item? Office rumors abound about that, I could now conclusively say something was in the air. I saw Shekhar Malik who was also in the meeting hide a smile. I made up my mind to have a lengthy talk with him on the subject.

The staff meeting was one of those nerve wracking battles where everything is happening at more than one level at the same time. I tried to focus on what Ravi was saying. Long-term relationship. Win-win situation. Security. It was unbearable. At last, with lunch in sight, the battle seemed to be won. We would go ahead with the deal. The final negotiations would be on Thursday and Friday, the signing would happen on Monday. Our key team would have to fly up north to our client’s head office to clinch the deal. Consensus was reached. college was out.

I went straight to the bathroom. I wanted to rest my forehead against the cool tiles. I tried to stay with my breath while I zipped myself up. Ravi came in while I was drying my hands. I saw him in the mirror.

“You all right, old chap?” It was Ravi. He came bustling in, laden with files, dumped them by the basins, and went over for a piss.

“I am fine,” I said.

“Tell me, Rajiv,” said Ravi from his place, “you have any idea how to present our proposal?”

“Sorry?”

"I was thinking that making a very nice document would help."

"What do you mean?”

"Why don't we hire a professional photographer to make a photo for the cover with a sexy woman model? This is the big game. Real stakes. I want everything to go all right for us."

I got a feeling that the fact that he was talking to me out of the boardroom meant something good. He fixed me with a penetrating, enigmatic stare. “Come with me to lunch. I want to discuss these negotiations.” And I had the distinct sensation he was escorting me out, making sure he did not leave me behind in the toilet…

Ravi heightened my anxiety at lunch. Midway through lunch he bent forward over the table and said, "I was thinking of proposing your wife on the cover of our proposal document."

I was wordless. What exactly did he mean?

"Your wife's really a lovely looking woman, she would be just fine on our cover!"

I immediately grew suspicious.

"Yes, she's beautiful," I finally acknowledged. "But I don't think she'll like that," I responded to his words.

"I'm serious," he changed his tone. It sounded like he really might be serious. "A friend of mine owns a photo studio. I talked to Monisha about it the other day at the party."

"Really," I briefly looked up, pretending to sound disinterested. I hoped the look in my eyes would drive him away. In truth, I felt anything but disinterest.

Monisha hadn't mentioned anything about Ravi's proposal.
"You mean she didn't tell you?" He questioned the surprised look in my eyes. "I'm surprised she didn't tell!"

I thought of Monisha's response to this proposal. An image formed in my mind. I pictured Monisha appearing seductive on the company document. I had a difficult time imagining Monisha talking to Ravi about this stupid photo session, yet I was beginning to have second thoughts. The fact that she chose to hide it from me made me suspicious. I remember how Monisha kept asking me about Ravi at breakfast the day after the party.

Further images formed in my mind. This time it was of Monisha in a photo studio. I imagined her on display. Then I thought about all the sensuous poses Ravi would ask her to do.

"Just an idea," he straightened back up and got ready to leave.

My heart was racing; I felt all of the energy drain from my body. "Who the fuck does Ravi Sohay think he is asking my wife to pose for the company document?" The more I thought of it, the more I found myself nervous. When I plucked up enough nerve to tell Monisha that night, I was surprised by her reaction. I expected absolute outrage. Instead, she said nothing for a couple of minutes.

Eventually she asked, 'What was your reaction when he said that?'

Perplexed by the calmness of her response, I said I thought it was a bad idea.

'It's flattering though, that he would have thought of me for the cover picture, isn't it?' She'd obviously had given it a lot of thoughts.

'Yeah .... But I really can't see you doing that."

'Oh yeah?' she said; and then after a moment's pause, she went on, 'God, you know I would never do something like that, it's just that a wife would love to know how much her husband values her ...'.

'Trouble is .... Oh hell darling, I don't want all the guys at the office leering at you.'

'Don't be daft, they wouldn't do that. At least I don't think they would; but you never know, do you?' she said teasingly after a moment's thought.

I was incredibly turned on by her suggestion and I think she was too, because her breathing was getting quicker. I decided to wind it up because I was beginning to noticeably shake and wanted to take her to bed.

'Wow ... that'd be terrible!' I said sarcastically, 'Look I'm sorry darling, but I reckon you quite like the thought of showing your pictures around to all my mates, despite what you say....'

"Oh what a crazy thought, other men staring at me...” Monisha said as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

"Really?" I said, "Of course. I often hear them talking about you and when I go up to them, they clam up and change the subject."

Monisha looked at me and I asked, "Does that make you hot knowing other men want me?"

We laughed together, but only for an instant. I threw my arms around my wife and kissed her with an eager hunger. Monisha was now worked up, and I was not about to let the moment pass. I had waited for this kind of passion and excitement that had been missing for some time. That night, sex was extraordinary between us.


The next morning I kissed Monisha as I prepared to leave for work. "You know I love you don't you? Last night was wonderful," I said.

"Remember you can't work late Friday," she said. "You have to be home in time to get ready for the party."
I remembered one of our senior directors Mr. Desi called me few days ago and invited us for a birthday party. He invited everyone in our office. Mrs. Desi also invited Monisha and other stuff member’s wife separately over phone.
"What time do we have to be there?" I asked.

“Mrs. Desi said the party will be starting at 6 o'clock. I want to be there no later than 6:30," Monisha replied. "So you need to be home by 5 o'clock to get ready."

"Okay, why don’t meet me at the office and we leave together from there."

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. But what puts you in such a jolly mood?”

“Our night of passion,” I said teasingly.


On Friday I had all but closed my last case. The problem was it was going to be very difficult to get everything done by five o'clock like I promised Monisha.

When I called my wife that I was going to have a hard time getting done by five, she was annoyed.

"You promised," she said.

"I know and I am sorry but I am so close I just have to close this before I leave."

She did not even reply.

"Monisha, you don't have to wait for me. If I am not finished on time, go without me." I said. "I'll get there as soon as I can."

"I don't want to go without you," she said. "I guess I’ll just hang around and wait for you at the office."

"I'll do the best I can to get done by 6:30."

Monisha didn't say anymore about it.

It was 7 o'clock when I finished the last of the reports. I immediately went looking for Monisha, knowing she would have to be waiting for me at the reception since most offices in the building were closed.

When I walked in the reception room, I saw Ravi was sitting with Monisha and seemed deep in conversation with her. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. I knew that if I said or did anything wrong, Monisha would be angry at me and accuse me of being jealous and she would be right.

Monisha immediately rose to her feet when she saw me.

"Oh, Rajiv is here to drive you to the party, isn't it?" Ravi said when he in turn saw me.

"That's right," I said. I turned and gestured to Monisha. "Honey, we better get going."

Monisha shook hands with Ravi, and we took leave from him.

When we came out of the building, it was raining. I had left my vehicle at the far side of the park, meaning both of us would be drenched by the time we reach the car. I was about to propose that Monisha wait for me right there while I go and pick up the car when Ravi wandered up. His car was parked right outside the door in the director’s reserved parking spot, one of the benefits of being the boss.

"No need for two persons to get wet,” he said, opening the door for Monisha. “Come on Monisha, I'll drop her at the place. It’s on my way. Rajiv, you don't mind if I steal your wife for this drive, do you?" he said.

"Not at all," I said with just a slight hesitation. Monisha seemed to hesitate, looked at me and accepted his offer out of kindness and got in the car.

"No need to worry, I'll keep your wife company," Ravi said to me as he drove off.

I rushed through the rain and got into my car, still puzzled by the turn of event. Driving out of the car park, I was surprised to spot Ravi’s car a couple of vehicles behind me, in the rear view mirror. Then when we got to the road that leads to the highway, he indicated and turned off. I was confused and could not tell for sure whether it was really his car or one that looked like his. Almost reluctantly I kept going, my mind wondering about the situation. Would Ravi really dare trying to seduce my wife? Whilst the thought certainly annoyed me, I was far from decided on how I would feel about the possible threat to my marriage.

After the half hour-long drive out to Mr. Desai's house, I arrived at the party. The rain had stopped and there were people all over the place. When I pulled into the drive I was quietly annoyed to see no sign of Ravi's car. I went into the house and looked for Monisha. There were several people in the house but Monisha wasn't among them, like I expected.

I was actually really worried when the missing pair had not turned up after twenty minutes. After three quarters of an hour I was downright fuming as I began to get more and more concerned. I begin ringing my wife's mobile every few minutes and making regular trips to gaze down the road in the direction from which they should appear.

Going inside I asked a girl I knew from the accounting department if she had seen Monisha.

"I saw her earlier," she said. "She was out in the yard talking to Ravi."

I immediately felt a knot in my stomach. I was going to have to talk to Monisha about Ravi again and I wasn't going to wait till we got home. I went out into the back yard and looked around but didn't see Monisha anywhere. I asked a couple of people if they had seen Monisha and one of them told me that they had seen her but that was more than 15 minutes earlier.

I was beginning to get upset. I was sure that Monisha wasn't doing anything wrong but not being able to find her was worrying me. I walked around asking people if they had seen Monisha and most said that they had seen her earlier but hadn't seen her in a while. I walked over to a guy who was standing watching people in the swimming pool and asked him if he knew Monisha and he said that he didn't. Then I asked him if he knew Ravi.

"Yes, I know Ravi," he said.

"Have you seen him?" I asked.

"I saw him heading to his car about 10 minutes ago."

I don't know what made me ask. "Was anyone with him?"

"Yes. He was with a very attractive woman," he said. "I think they came together."

Suddenly I felt myself begin to panic. Had Monisha really left the party with Ravi? I just couldn't believe that she would do that. Not Monisha. I spun around hoping to see Monisha somewhere in the yard but I didn't see her.

I felt all of the energy drain from my body and I felt like I just wanted to go lie down somewhere. I went around to the far side of my car where no one would see me and I slumped to the ground. I put my head between my knees and took deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. There had to be some other explanation for why I could not find Monisha. I knew she had come to the party because at least three people had seen her there. I also knew that she had been seen talking to Ravi Sohay. I also knew that Ravi had been seen leaving the party with a woman that fit Monisha's description. These things did not add up to a happy conclusion. Part of my brain was telling me that Monisha would not do that to me. She would not cheat on me. The other part of my brain was asking me how I could be so sure that she wouldn't cheat. I pushed that thought out of my head. It would not come to that. I refused to believe that Monisha would do anything that would cause me to leave her.

I knew that if she did leave the party with someone she would have to come back eventually because she knew that I would be there soon. The only thing I could do was to go back to the party and wait for her.

I walked through the house in a daze and went out into the back yard again. I needed to try and eat something to settle my stomach and get my nerves under control while I waited for Monisha to return. I was at the food table trying to decide what foods my stomach could handle when I heard a voice behind me. It took me a minute to realize the voice was directed at me. When I turned around I found Mr. Desai standing behind me.

"I see you finally made it, Rajiv," he said. "Where is that lovely wife of yours? I saw her here earlier."

"I don't know," I said. "I haven't been able to find her."

"Did you try calling her?"

"I forgot my phone so I wasn't able to call her," I lied. I did not want to tell him I have tried to call my wife and she was not taking my call.

Mr. Desai pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to me and said,
"Here, use mine."

I wondered if Monisha would reply to the call from a different number to mine. I punched in Monisha's number and waited nervously for it to begin ringing. I wondered where she was and what I would say to her when she answered, if she answered.

Monisha answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Monisha, where are you?"

"I am at Desai's where are you?"

"I am here in the back yard but I don't see you." I said.

Then I saw her as she stepped out from behind a large mango tree about a hundred feet away from me.

I could not believe the relief I felt when I saw her. I handed Mr. Desai his phone and headed back to where Monisha was waiting. When I got there I found that she had been sitting with two of the girls with their husbands and to my great relief there was no sign of Ravi. I couldn't believe that I had completely missed Monisha sitting behind the big oak tree with the other girls.
"I didn't see Ravi’s car out front when I got here," I said.

"You must have been getting worried," she said.

"Frantic," I told her but I was grinning, such was my relief at getting her safe and sound.

"Ravi had some mechanical problem with his car and had to stop on the way to see what was not working," she explained.

"Why didn't you ring me? I could have come back. I tried your number several times but you didn't answer".

"My battery's flat, it’s going on and off. I tried to call you when I reached here but it was not working. I've been meaning to charge it for a day or two," Monisha told me looking a little flustered. "Ravi came with me here but he did not stay long, he said he needed to get his car repaired and left."

"That was nice of him," I said. "Now let's get a drink and something to eat."

I was suddenly feeling much better but Monisha seemed a little uneasy. I asked her if she was all right and she said she had a bit of a headache. An hour later Monisha seemed to be feeling much better and we had a good time for the rest of the party.

On the ride home I started thinking about how I had felt when I thought Monisha might have gone off with Ravi and I felt my stomach start to tighten again. Then I remembered being told that Monisha was seen talking to Ravi at the party and began to wonder about the woman that was seen leaving the party with Ravi.

Could it have been Monisha? Had she gone somewhere with him and returned before I got to the party? I was starting to make myself crazy. How was I going to find out without causing an argument? I had to know.

I waited until we were home before I carefully broached the subject.

"Did anything interesting happen at the party before I got there?" I said.

"No. I just walked around talking to people for a while and then I sat with Nisha and Latika and their husbands.

"I didn't see Ravi at the party. Did he stay long?" I asked.

"No, he left soon after we got there. Why are you asking me about him?"

I was torn. I was angry with myself for even entertaining such suspicions but I was driven to pursue the answers to the questions that had been on my mind every since I had arrived at the party and couldn't find Monisha. I had been trying very hard to act like I was only interested in what had gone on at the party but my next statement gave away my real intent.

"I was just surprised that I didn't find Ravi at the party talking to you. That is where I usually find him if I leave you alone for a few minutes."

As soon as I said it I wanted to bite my tongue. I waited for Monisha's angry reaction but it didn't come.

"I told you he left soon after we reached here.”

There was something about the way she looked at me when she made that last comment that bothered me. It wasn't guilt that I saw. It was more a look of sadness.

"Really?" I asked.

Monisha's expression quickly changed and she laughed at me and said, "Really. I sense that there is something still bothering you that you are not telling me. You are not still worried that Ravi is trying to seduce me, are you?"

There was no anger in her voice as she spoke. It was more like she was laughing at me but then I saw that sadness again. What the hell was that?

"Rajiv, why don't you tell me what's really on your mind," she said.

"I'd rather not," I said, "I am ashamed of myself for what I thought."

"Now you have to tell me," Monisha said. "I am not letting you get away with a statement like that and not tell me everything."

"You have to promise not to get mad."

"I'll wait till I hear what you have to say before I make any promises."

So I told her the whole story about how I couldn't find her when I arrived at the party and how I was told that she was seen talking with Ravi. I told her that someone told me that they saw a very attractive woman leave with Ravi. I told her about the panic I felt and how sick it made me. Then I waited for the anger but it didn't come. Again, I saw the brief look of sadness but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. I wasn't even sure if I had really seen it.

"You thought I might have gone off somewhere with Ravi?'” Monisha said not with anger but with impatience. "I told you before Ravi doesn’t mean anything to me. It hurts me that you actually thought that I might leave with him today. I can't believe you don't trust me."

"You're right. I shouldn't have doubted you," I said.

"Have you said anything to Ravi?" she asked.

"No. You already accused me of being jealous and told me I had nothing to worry about. I am afraid if I keep bringing it up again, it will sound like I am telling you that I don't trust you and that is not the case. I would just like Ravi to stay away from you."

"Then why don't you just tell Ravi to stay away?"

"I thought of that but I am afraid if I did that he would make things even worse for me."

Monisha said, "I guess this is partly my fault. I should not have gone with him in the car. I knew you didn't like it when Ravi flirted with me. I did no want to rude and create a scene since he was proposing his help. Still I should have been more sensitive about your feelings. "

I decided that the next time that Ravi hit on Monisha I would have that talk with him and get him to stop, even if it meant I might have to lose my job.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART7


It was another Friday night and I was sitting at the gate in the airport trying to get some work done as I waited for my flight to Delhi. I had been working for about an hour and was just about finished updating my project plan when I heard someone say my name.


"Rajiv?"

The question made me look up from my laptop. I wasn't expecting to run into anyone as I knew I was at the airport that night. The man standing in front of me was tall and thin guy. Although I hadn't seen him for a number of years, it took me only a few seconds to recognize him.

"Kushal?"

"I'm surprised you remembered me," Kushal said.

"How could I forget my best friend?" I replied.

Kushal Arora and I graduated at the same time and took up work in the construction department at the same company I am presently working. However he was later moved to the Mumbai branch but the last I heard about him was when he left the company. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other since then.

"Best friend? If I was your best friend why haven't I heard from you in the last 2 years or so?" he asked.

"That works both ways," I said. "I lost track of you when you left the company. But you never tried to get in touch with me either."

"Pretty stupid, huh?" Kushal said. "So are you at the same company?"

"Yeah still at FutureMedia Delhi. The company is involved in a large city wide project out here and I am one of the sales guys. What about you?" I asked.

"Have you got time for a drink before your flight?" Kushal asked.

"Actually I have a few moments to kill. A couple of beers would help pass the time. How did you end up leaving FutureMedia?" I asked Kushal.

"You married?" he asked. "I remember that you always used to say you never would."

"Been married 3 years," I said. "What about you?"

"Me? Divorced. But I met someone recently and I think we might be getting married soon," Kushal answered.

"That's cool," I said. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, you and your wife Sanjana are no longer together?”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“And why is that?”

"Actually to answer your question, I left FutureMedia because I found out my wife was having an affair," Kushal said.

“Oh …you thought she was cheating on you?" I said.

"I saw them together at the Holiday Inn."

"Are you sure they were together? I mean maybe they just ran into each other there and were just talking. I mean could they have just been friends?" I said.

"If they were just friends, they were friends with benefits.”

“What do you mean, you saw them together?”

“They were making out in a hotel room," Kushal answered.

"Did you talk to her?"

"No, she was occupied at the time. I don't think they wanted to be disturbed and I didn't really want to talk to him anyway. I always thought he was kind of an asshole," Kushal said.

Something about the way he talked told me he was not pulling my leg.

“You mean he was a guy you knew,” I finally said.

“Yeah, someone from FutureMedia only, that’s why I had to leave. But why does that bother you so much?"”

"I guess it's because I would never have thought that Sanjana would cheat on you.”

“Me too”

Seeing my concern, Kushal took a deep breath and went on “See, this is something I never told anybody. It happened during a seminar we had before a major presentation, I suggested that Sanjana come along and stay at the hotel. I did not expect the guy to charm her off and take her to bed. The worst part is that it happened right before my eyes...”

“When was that?" I finally said.

"Last year. Second week of August."

“But …why didn’t you report the guy and get him fired ...instead of leaving I mean."

"That guy? Oh, I could not. He was the boss’s own son, that’s why," Kushal said.

“You mean your boss …Mr. Sohay’s son?” I said, my voice trembling.

“Yeah …Ravi Sohay.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART8



When the plane took off from Mumbai, I was still thinking about what Kushal had just told me. The rumor of how Ravi had seduced and enjoyed a guy's wife during a seminar had been going around since his first day in office. I did not know Kushal was the guy and Sanjana was the woman.

Kushal's wife Sanjana comes from a wealthy family and by all standards, she was soft spoken and well brought up. She has always been rather reserved about letting people get too close to her and does have that certain untouchable look, which often proves an irresistible challenge to people. I personally found her very attractive; and like most guys, secretly wished to seduce her, purely for the thrill of doing someone who looks, acts and is, so much the upper class girl.

I felt a very strange sensation imagining her with Ravi. Driving in a taxi back home, I felt a frisson of sexual excitement and realized that my own cock had hardened sufficiently to force me into making adjustments in order to get comfortable in my seat. For reasons I did not quite understand, I found myself getting horribly aroused imagining Ravi ravishing her right in front of her husband.

When I reached home, I hurried to the bedroom and locked the door. I opened the cupboard and slowly sorted through my wife's dresses, and lingerie. I found the black dress Monisha had worn the other night at the party at Desai, and brought it to my nose, smelling the familiar scent of Monisha's perfume. I felt my penis stiffen in my pants.

My mind couldn't help but think back to the journey Monisha had together with Ravi in the car, and that day at the party when I could not find Monisha and the feelings that went through me.

Then I found Monisha's panties, and my throat went dry. I fell into my chair, my body shaking, my heart pounding.

Thoughts of what happened between Ravi and Sanjana kept flooding my mind. But instead of him plunging into Sanjana, I found myself imagining what it would be like for Ravi to do Monisha. I imagined Monisha crying out with moans and multiple orgasms as he plunged into her, stroking in and out, going at it again and again, all night long. I pulled out my hard penis, and wrapped one of Monisha's panties around it. With a shaking hand, I began stroking myself. Within seconds I came, catching my sperm in Monisha's panties.
(To Be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART9


Remind me to tell you something later."
It usually started like this; in the middle of a work session, one of the guys in the department will whisper a line like this to the others, and I will know instantaneously that it is not work related.
Usually the turn of the conversation will be along the lines, "So, what is it I am supposed to remind you to tell me about?"
"I can’t really say now because it hasn't happened yet, and I don't want to start a rumor."
"What's it about?"
"Well, the boss came to see me today, and I didn't know anything about it, but he asked me about someone here...but I can't really say what it's about, because it hasn't happened...ask me later."

As a senior guy at the firm, I tried my best to avoid indulging in these types of office gossip. Shekhar Malik was on the other hand of the guys who made himself a reputation of always being the first in the know. If one of guys hears or sees things that happen here at the office, he always fills everyone in. Sometimes, if they bring up some drama, Shekhar will give his piece of the story, and they all share what they know, and together, they come up with the whole story.

A few days after my trip to Mumbai, I was in the boardroom with Shekhar catching up on the projects. For a couple of hours, we worked together on the analysis of a company we wanted to add to our portfolio. It is fascinating the way in which a company's secrets could be exposed by a proper analysis of their financials. We were interrupted by my secretary who dropped in to hand me a resume to look at. I had taken a quick glance at it and tucked the resume in my briefcase to have a thorough look later.

Without asking his eyes from his laptop, Shekhar said, “Whose legs are those? Never seen them before? “
“She's the new girl in accounts, ” I told him.
“Always nice to have an attractive girl around the office, isn't it?"
“How does that matter?” I said.
“She doesn't give you a boner?” was his answer.
“Sadly, I don't think I'm her type." I said
“It doesn’t matter, does it? These girals see the workplace as their hunting ground.”
“How can you say for sure?”
“You have a sexual urge every minute. It's a physical certainty. It's hard-wired into our brain. You can't fight it. Why would you want to? Live a little. Ten years from now you'll need a forklift to get a hard on.”
“Is there anything you don't know?”
“You have no idea. My nickname around here is 411.”
“I bet you know more about what happens behind these doors than anybody.”
“If you think you can pump me for information ...you're right.”

That was the opening I was looking for. Ever since that incident between Ravi and Ritikha, I knew that Shekhar probably knew more than anybody else on that matter.
“So tell me, how long have you known about Ritikha and Ravi?“
Shekhar hesitated one moment, but immediately saw that I was serious.
"Not for sure but I guess it was from the beginning."
"How did you find out?"
"Ritikha told me."
“This is very weird. Women don’t tell these things to guys they know nothing about.”
Something about the look on Shekhar's face got to me. “I had a thing with her.”
“You are amazing…. I mean the two of you were a pair?”
“Not really, let’s say there was the beginning of a spark… until that bastard came along. Then she had eyes only for him.”
"How do you feel about that?" I asked.
"I don't mind."
"Bull shit. I bet it's driving you crazy," I said.

"Well, I guess it bothers me a little. Maybe I'm just jealous that she went to him without a thought about my feelings. I guess it’s every girl’s dream to be knocked up by her handsome boss," he said.

"I still can't believe that it happened so quickly like that.”

“Let me give you a scenario. She’s at the beach, and Hrithik Roshan approaches. He tries to lean in and kiss her. She would definitely resist, at first. But if he was persistent, she might give in a little bit just to see what it felt like.“

What Shekhar said made sense but I did not really believe it.

"You mean he came, he kissed her and she was all for him?"
"Yes, he kissed her at any party”
"Did you talk to Ravi? Why didn't you just tell Ravi to stay away?"
"Do you really think I could do that? If he was hitting on Monisha like that, what would you do?" Shekhar said.

My imagination ran riot and I surprised myself at how immediately I was turned on. It took an effort to speak but I managed to ask, "I would just tell Monisha that I don't like him hanging around her like that. I would tell her about his reputation. I know Monisha would understand that and would let Ravi know in no uncertain terms that she was not interested in him."

“See, what was between Ritikha and I, was not really serious. I wasn't threatened by Ravi because Ritikha told me everything. She was immediately attracted to Ravi and told me in graphic detail all about their flirtatious conversations which often crossed the line. I started to look forward to hearing about their conversations.”

"What exactly is his big appeal?"
“Ritikha told me he is a fabulous lover. She said she never dreamed that it was possible to be made to feel that way."

Later when I went back to my office, I tried to work but couldn't concentrate on anything. I don't know why I was so worked up trying to work through my thoughts. By four o'clock I could no longer concentrate on even the simplest of tasks so I decided to take the rest of the day off. I called Ravi and told him that I had some personal business to take care of and I was packed and on the road.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART10


That night, after having dinner, my wife Monisha and I, retreated into the living room, each finding something to occupy ourselves.

I sat in my recliner chair, rocking a little. There was a news program on the television in front of me, but I wasn't really watching it. Monisha was sitting on the sofa, next to the end table with the light on it, looking very focused on the book she was reading.

As we sat I looked at my wife, marveling at how beautiful she was. She remained the definitive vision of feminine beauty to me.

It started with her feet, one of her finer features. I loved the high curving arch of her delicate foot that ascended to a slim ankle and above that the taper of her calf. Her hair was a shimmering shoulder length framing her delicate face.

Her torso, slim, but in perfect proportions, to the slightly smaller waist, and out again, slightly to her hips and her breasts that were large enough to attract attention, but small enough to remain firm. In almost every way, Monisha was a perfect wife. She had a sense of personal style that made me proud to be seen with her in public, and that style extended to our home, where her eye for decorating did marvels for our house.

Monisha seemed to 'feel' my stare, and she turned her face towards me and gave a little half-smile, and tilted her head, not speaking, but asking me: do you want to say something.

I looked at her for a moment, and finally said, "Tell me about the book. Is it anything like the cover?"
Monisha flushed. "I thought you were asleep?"
I laughed. "No, I'm not, I was watching you as you read."
"Well, it's about a married couple. They're been married for a few years and the wife has an affair."
"What happens next? Does she fall in love with the guy, and leave her husband?"
"No, it's much more complicated than that. You have to read the book."
I brought her closer and kissed her. "So, are you planning on letting another guy seduce you?"
Monisha playfully pushed her hand against my chest. "Hey, mister, are you trying to tell me that we have a bad marriage?"
I paused, "No, I'm just wondering why the book turned you on so much."
"That's for me to know, and YOU to find out," giggled Monisha.
I grinned knowingly. "I think I know. Remember when I caught you staring at that guy at the party?"
Monisha flushed. "I wasn't staring."
"Well, you were eating him up with your eyes!" I teased her, laughing.
"I was not!"
"Sure. It turned you on so much you practically assaulted me when we got back to the room."
"Well, I remember you were pretty horny too."
"Maybe I was," I replied as threw off my briefs. "Pretend like I'm that guy."
Monisha giggled. "Yeah, you are so handsome" she playfully cooed.

Our lovemaking was more passionate than usual. Afterwards, I lay in the dark, thinking. Finally I asked, "Tell me the truth, the idea of posing for the calendar and have the guys leering at you did turn you on, didn't it?"

Monisha didn't answer straightaway, pretending to be asleep. "Would it turn you on that your mates lust after me on the calendar?" she asked, after a long moment.

I closed my eyes and placed head back on the pillow as I answered, "Ohhhhh, yes that would be SO HOT!"

At this point Monisha appeared a little bit confused. She seemed a little bit hurt and betrayed by my answer, I guess. "So you're telling me that you would like to see another man seduce me ?" asked Monisha, trying to be as specific as possible.

It was obvious by my wife's tone, that she was not overly pleased with me. I could tell she had some wrong ideas floating around in her mind, so I attempted to clarify them as good as I could.

"Oh Monisha, I would never actually allow some other guy to have his way with you! You are the most important thing in the world to me. This is nothing more than fantasy talk. In my mind, this is hot as hell. In reality, it would end my world," I explained.

"Are you serious? Do you mean that?" asked Monisha, her voice rising a bit as she hoped what I was saying to her was actually true.

"Absolutely! I like the idea of you dressing real sexy and flaunting yourself in front of someone. I like the idea of someone else getting absolutely insane with horniness ...only for you. Now that is closer to something I could get into."

"Oh yeah? How would we go about doing something like that?" asked Monisha, suddenly curious by the idea.

Monisha was trying to play it as cool as she could but it was pretty much obvious she was intrigued turned on by the whole concept of flirting with someone else, with my complete consent!

"But tell me honestly, would it really turn you on if I sleep with some handsome guy?"

"In fantasy, yes. For us to pretend it together, yes!" I replied.

"So, if I were to tell you that some guy made a pass at me, that'd get you hot?" asked Monisha.

"Again, as long as this is only fantasy. Who would be the lucky guy to enjoy my wife?”

“What if the guy is your boss, Ravi?”
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART11



I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins as the realization that my beautiful wife was living out one of my favorite fantasies!


“I would never really want you to have sex with Ravi," I replied. "But if you wanted to -- right now, you could close your eyes and pretend like you are having sex with my boss Ravi! Tell me what you would want Ravi to do to you now."

Monisha let out a soft moan and replied, "Oh god Ravi, make love to me now!"

I simply could not believe my ears. This was just too hot! My wife had always been way too conservative for me to believe that she would participate in this perverted little fantasy.

This pushed me over the edge. But for that brief moment, we were both quite lost in the fantasy. That night was the one that broke down some major sexual barriers between Monisha and me. We began a whole new world of role-playing and fantasy sharing in the bedroom.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART12



I woke up at daybreak the next morning because of an early appointment. I showered and was drying off as I walked into the bedroom. I smiled when I saw the recent pictures of Monisha on top of the dresser that were taken a month ago for our anniversary party.

I picked up the stack of photos and started looking through them. I always had a hard time taking my eyes off her, she was so pretty. Her appearance had barely changed since I had first met her. She still wore her hair just past her shoulders, and took care of her body. I put the photos down and opened the top drawer of her dresser and picked up a black bra and sniffed the aroma of her favorite perfume.

Monisha was still fast asleep. I loved her long slim legs that seemed to go on forever and ever. Her sexy ankles and lovely feet always drove me crazy. Monisha hated it when I tried to play around and kiss her feet and ankles but it turned me on.

That day at work, I found myself daydreaming, thinking about my wife with Ravi. It made me hard and I went into the bathroom to masturbate, and afterwards felt guilty knowing I might have trouble, but I couldn't resist.

However much I tried to separate fantasy from reality, I discovered that Monisha's and my fantasy-filled conversations turned me on; and the various possibilities entering my mind were erotic in the extreme.

But what was the thrill? After all, it wasn't a case of me getting excited over a new relationship with another woman. So why was I getting excited over a scenario in which Monisha might be seduced by another man who was my own boss?

I couldn't get my mind off Monisha and Ravi. I masturbated more than once fantasizing about them, and the next time Monisha and I made love, I came thinking of Ravi doing her.

With this new turn of events, Monisha and I found ourselves often discussing about Ravi and during our conversation she asked occasional questions about him.

“You certainly ask a lot of questions about him,” I told her once.
"No, of course, I don't ...."
“You fancy Ravi or something darling?”
“Come on…”
"He's quite good looking, isn't he? “
“Yeah, you could say that..”
“But then again, I suppose looks aren't everything, are they?”
“Why, what do you mean?”
"There is something I heard about him," I added after a moment.
"What did you hear?"
"It was something about Ravi."
"Yes," she prodded.
"Well," I tried to sound flippant and off-hand but really didn't succeed. "They sort-of said, well, they basically said he was .... "
"And?"
"He has got a big cock."

She was completely taken aback by the lewd directness just as I was more than a little surprised to experience a sudden thrill.

“And is that true?” she asked.

I was not expecting that comment and threw away a reactive answer that came out perhaps more sharply than I had intended.

"How the fuck should I know?"

Her face turned red. "I just thought you might know," she said.
"How should I know?" I refused to divulge anything.
"I mean sometimes guys talk about that sort of thing?"

There was an uneasy silence and I found myself trembling with sudden excited anticipation. Truth was, I had heard about it. But I wasn't about to tell Monisha.

"Do you think I go around looking at other guy's dicks while in the boardroom?" I asked.

"Never mind then," she said, appearing annoyed.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. For what reason, I didn't know! That happened a lot, I noticed. I often found myself apologizing for things I didn't understand.

Although I'd not actually seen Ravi's cock, I suspected it was pretty much larger than average. But I wasn't about to tell Monisha that. But I couldn't help noticing an air of sexual anticipation creeping in talking about another guy like that with my wife. I was intrigued to see how far she'd go with this new found interest and teased her.

"I don't reckon you want to know so much about his performance at work as the size of his cock! You really are quite a naughty little girl, aren't you?"

"No, not at all" she responded a little too quickly. After another brief silence while she gauged my reaction she added, "Although, thinking about it… yeah, it is quite a nice thought I suppose."

"Well darling, as I said before, I've never seen it. Sorry to disappoint you but I'll enquire if you like. Perhaps you'd like me to ask him 'Please Ravi, can Monisha have a photo of your cock? She wants to know how big it is'. How would that do?"

She realized I was teasing. There was a sudden air of anticipation between us and a further silence ensued. But her imagination was at an end on the particular topic of Ravi's unknown penile dimensions; and she refused to answer any more of my questions. Yet the seeds of fantasy had now been sown in my mind and I found them exciting.

I occasionally visualized the look on Monisha's face when she first discovered what he had to offer and it would make me unbelievably horny. Presumably there was no smoke without fire and he must have been fairly well endowed, or the others wouldn't have talked about it. Out of wickedness I even made up a story and told her that I'd been holding out on her and that yes, I had actually seen it. Yes, it was the most super cock ever, it was bloody big and she'd love it too. She knew I was fooling yet she appeared sufficiently interested in the game to play along, saying things like, "God darling, really? Is it honestly that big?"

Sometimes she'd whisper suggestions in my ear. The thoughts went on and it didn't take long for my wife to discover just how much she could excite me by talking about it. During such games she would frequently ask whether I would really mind if she did try to have it off with him, as if confirming that it really might be on the cards.

Things at work were progressing fast, in two and a half weeks we had finished most of the project. All of the other project managers had collaborated so I told them we should plan a get together after we close out the project.

On Wednesday we went out to a local joint for an inexpensive lunch with five of the guys. Some time during lunch, one of the guys, Amit, asked about the girls. It took me a minute to realize he was talking about Ritikha.

It's no secret that sometimes there happens to be discrete affairs between members of staff. But Amit wasn't the discrete type.

"I heard Ravi is nailing that little bombshell," Amit said. "They said the two are staying after work every night, fucking their brains out."

"How does she do it? She acts like the faithful wife. Won't look at another man, she says."

"Another cock tease wife, maybe," Amit said.

"Maybe her mouth says she's married. But her body doesn't know it. “

I did not quite like the turn the conversation was taking. I knew I needed to have a serious talk with Ritikha. As a matter of fact, I helped Ritikha get a job in our office at FutureMedia.

Looking back on it now, I have to say that I only have myself to blame. Ritikha called me and asked if there were any secretarial jobs open in the place where I worked. As it happened, there was an opening. I offered to set up an appointment for her. I put in a good word for her at the office.

She and I got together a few times after that. Our relationship remained entirely platonic, she side-stepped everything that could be remotely sexual relationship. She mentioned a few times that she was determined to be faithful to her husband.

“My husband gets jealous every time another man looks at me."

I now remember that after she'd been at work a couple of weeks, we got together for a drink. That day she looked worried. "Do you hear any rumors about me at the office?" she asked.

"No, not at all," I said. "I mean, a couple of guys talking about what a looker you are, that sort of thing."

"Well, you've got a horny bunch of guys up there. Not a day passes that I don't get hit on. And apparently some of the girls have been getting jealous. One of them has been saying I've been fooling around. You should know that I don't fool around. I just won't cheat on my husband, you know that. So don't believe any rumors you might hear. They're just jealousy - female envy or maybe male bragging. Maybe they don't believe a woman can be faithful, I don't know."

The next time we talked, I asked Ritikha if she had met Ravi. "That creep!" she said. "He thinks he's God's gift to women. I can't stand him."

That was then. But, now more than ever, it seemed that Ravi could get any woman he wanted, married or single, it didn't seem to make any difference. Whatever he had, it worked like magic on women.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, I was getting ready to go home and proposed to drop Ritikha to her place. I just drove grimly in silence until on a B road, I pulled into a deserted lay-by and stopped. Ritikha had not spoken a word since I pulled her from the house but now, without looking at me she said quietly, "You know, don't you?"

"Why?"

"I don't know," she said turning to look at me with helpless eyes.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Right from when I first met Ravi, it was very easy to see why he was so successful with women but I thought he was not my type. There was never anything between us except when for the first time I got the feeling that he was building up to make a pass at me. For those few weeks I got very agitated whenever I was in his company but I convinced myself that I had imagined it. But at last year’s annual office party when we kissed. I knew I had been waiting for that to happen. When he let me go, I hurried to the ladies room. I was shaking and unsteady on my feet. I gripped the counter and took deep breaths to try to calm myself. My entire body was tingling, on fire. I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry, embarrassed, outraged, and humiliated, all at the same time."

"I was also aroused. Ravi oozed confidence and charisma. I wasn't used to that. My husband is loving and sweet. But he isn't a man's man like Ravi. I scorned myself for thinking that. I felt I was betraying my husband."

"After that I was scared of being alone with Ravi ever again. If he came into a room where I was by myself, I immediately got up and left and I used to find something to do.”

I listened at her, unsure whether I should feel sympathy or anger or plain indifference.

Ritikha just wanted to talk it out, “For the last few weeks although everything seemed to be the same on the surface, there has been this undercurrent - I didn't know if Ravi was aware of it too or whether the whole thing was in my mind. Three weeks ago I was helping with the paper work when I got to fetch some papers from the boardroom. As soon as I set off I knew that I had done a stupid thing. All the way down I was on edge, always looking behind, intending to hide if I saw him coming. Coming back was even worse because at any minute I expected him to step out in front of me. When I got back to the office I was trembling all over. It was all so crazy because Ravi was not even around."

Ritikha shook her head ruefully. "After that I had a stern word with myself."

"Why didn't you mention it me? I could have protected you from him." I finally said.

"How could I? Imagine how you would have reacted if I had told you about the effect he had on me. I thought that I could handle it myself. That is when I was really lost. There was the temptation of having him in the office and the opportunity of being with him. At that point, I believed it was for only one time. I thought, "Just once, to see how it would feel, only one fabulous dream. Since then I've been cheating my husband every day. Did you know?"

I shook my head without saying anything. After a long pause Ritikha went on. "The girls around the office said Ravi was gorgeous, and they are right. But that's not why I was attracted to him, or at least not the only reason. The way Ravi put his hand on me, like he owned me. His take charge personality. The commanding way he spoke to me. For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like in bed with me. Would he dominate me? Make me do things ..."

The thought made me shudder. For a moment I was lost in imagination to the erotic thought of Monisha impaled on Ravi, with her legs wrapped around his back. My imagination ran riot and I surprised myself at how immediately I was turned on; just the same as when Monisha and I fantasized together in bed.

Immediately after I had left Ritikha and was driving home, my mind once more wondered about the situation. But it was Monisha I kept thinking about. She had looked incredible in that dress the other night at Desai’s. Maybe in the years of our marriage I had forgotten how sexy and pretty my wife was.

"No need to worry," Ravi had said to me as he waved us away. "I'll keep your wife company."

I could almost hear Monisha telling me with trepidation in her voice.
"I need to tell you something… that night ... while we were going to the party, Ravi made a pass at me."

Monisha would then describe how Ravi had kissed and fondled her, how he groped her tits, and reached under her dress. I could vividly see Ravi's mouth covering Monisha's, and his hand under her skirt, his hand pushing against her thigh.

I vividly saw Monisha as she moaned and arched back, as Ravi reached her panties and was fingering her. She writhed as Ravi played with her. Her body tensed as she had an orgasm from Ravi's finger fucking, at the same time as I convulsed and shot my load.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART13


I had been working at FutureMedia for about six years now; it was a company that had lots of exciting projects with some talented people doing the sorts of work that interested me. My career path hadn't exactly gone to plan since I graduated. Maybe it is the fact that I was ambitious, or that I had a firm belief in the integrity of my ideas that wouldn't allow me to easily compromise. I was starting to feel for the first time in my working life that I belonged somewhere. It was a good feeling.

This Friday however, as I stared at my PC monitor watching the numbers across that were not adding up, I was beginning to feel frustrated. I had added this spreadsheet up more times than I could count and I was still missing revenue.

It was 7pm, the office was silent and the lights were dim. There was only me and a couple of guys left in the building. I looked at the screen again. I had to get this report right by tomorrow morning.

I shook my head at the screen; I doubted it but if I looked at that flickering monitor any longer I would end up finding a solution.

Just then the door opened and I was startled to see Ravi.

"You still here, Rajiv?" he said.

"Yep, still here." I answered. I could hear the tiredness in my voice. I hope he missed it; the man was super human. He was here before me in the morning and left after me at night. He would not understand tiredness and that would be another thing he had better than me.

"I'm fine Ravi. Just having a small problem with the quarterly report but nothing I can't work out by tomorrow."

"Let's take a look at the report together and see what the problem is." He patted my arm and motioned to the screen. This concerned understanding made me nervous.

I nodded and moved brought up the report that was causing all my problems. I was very aware of him standing directly behind me, watching my every move.

"It's the inventory sold out vs. the sales reported, I just can't make it match." I pointed to the screen as I spoke.

Ravi leaned in closer to look at the screen. He took the mouse and highlighted the sum at the bottom of the column of numbers. "I can see where all the problems have been coming from. These figures have been averaged and rounded off, what is more an estimate of the relative risk figures, not a definitive indicator of risks for the specific project."

I could see it too. "You're right, I see what you mean now. Sorry about that, Ravi," I said. "Don't worry, I will fix it as you suggest."

"Good," he said. He got up to leave the room, but then he paused at the door.

"Things seem ok now at the office, right?" Ravi asked.

"Yeah, everything seems to have fallen into place now and there won’t be any more complaints with clients."

"Great." Ravi said. "How did your meeting go today?"

Relieved to talk business, I spent a few minutes describing the day long meeting at their office. The purpose of the meeting was to close a big deal for a client.

"In our business, if you want to close deals and get ahead, you have to charm her off her feet. You know how to flirt with women, don't you, Rajiv?"

"I'm married, so the only woman I flirt with is my wife," I said.

"You're right, what sane man would settle for another woman when he had someone like Monisha to come home to? “ he said as he spotted a photograph of Monisha on the table. It was of a shot in a kind of soft focus that gave her a dreamlike effect. Monisha looked magnificent, like a goddess.

"Stunning, isn't she?" he finally said.

"Er, yes," I said, "she's a very attractive person."

We were both looking at the picture. I felt impolite to turn away, but somehow also improper to be studying this somewhat intimate portrait of my wife with my boss.

"Yeah, but sexy, wouldn't you say?"

I knew this was a vicious mind game, bating me into saying my wife is a sexy babe. I knew I had to play straight and try to move the conversation back to work.

"She is attractive, yes."

"Don't you find her hot?"

This was getting exciting. I just knew this was going to end badly, but I wanted to keep it going.

"I'm sorry but I don't think it’s for to make that kind of judgment about my wife, after all she’s my wife."

"Well, what if she wasn't your wife? What if she was just someone you met on the street? Would you think she was sexy then?"

Damn it, he just wasn't going to let go of this.

"Well," I said, taking a deep breath, "if you're speaking hypothetically, then yes, she is sexy."

"Hmm, I thought so - I would myself!" he said, with a little chuckle that seemed to invite me to join him in a little male camaraderie as we discussed the virtues of the female form. This was starting to get a little on the weird side.

"I am attracted to your wife ," he said.

I was shocked at his words. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Ravi's tone became serious. "I said I am attracted to your wife. Really attracted."

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing how stupid I must sound. "So ... you'd want to sleep with Monisha?"

"It's okay Rajiv," he said, still smiling. "Hey man, it doesn't have to be that way. No need to worry, I'm cool. What I'm saying is ... look, Monisha's a gorgeous woman. She's very nice looking, and her secret assets may turn anyone’s heads. And I'm attracted to your wife. Any man will."

I was momentarily speechless. Monisha was really a great looking woman. But how could he know? Unless, of course, he happened to see her without a bra or panty! I wondered if he might have seen her naked or something. I knew that thought was far-fetched. Still, it made me wonder. The thought of Ravi seeing my wife naked gave me a rush.

"Would you get jealous? Your wife having sex with another man?"

I thought a moment, thinking about what to say. I knew Ravi might be using me to get into Monisha's panties. But then, isn't that what I wanted, to see Monisha sleep with Ravi?

Ravi laughed. "Hey, man, I'm teasing you. It's cool. Like I said before, when I get married I hope I'm as lucky as you, to have a lovely wife like Monisha."

I felt awkward around Ravi.

"Everything is fine with Monisha?"

I hesitated, suspecting Ravi's intentions. "Yeah, everything is ok, thanks for asking."

Ravi shrugged. "That's cool. Just let me know if there is anything I can do for both of you."

And then he walked out.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART14




After 2 months of that incident We came to Mumbai to attend a company meeting. The company was treating the high performers from the different branches across the country to a week of meetings and entertainment, with their spouses. Monisha and I had booked into a beautiful hotel close to the action. Ours was a large room, spacious and well appointed with a settee and two armchairs along with a huge double bed and two large antique dressing tables and wardrobes.

After unpacking and showering away the weariness of the flight, we planned to go out for dinner. I was watching Monisha drying off her hair when suddenly I was startled by the ring of my cell phone. “It must be important” I said as I looked for my phone in the bundle of clothes scattered across the room.

"Hello Rajiv," I heard Ravi say when I picked up. "I hope you like your room. I am in the lobby right now, I would love to stop by to say hello. There’s something I need to discuss with you."

I put my hand over the phone, my heart racing. "It's Ravi," I said to Monisha, trying to hide my excitement. "He is in the lobby, and asked to stop by."

Monisha looked like a deer caught in the headlights, her face a mixture of surprise, apprehension, excitement and fear. "He's just down there. We don't want to be rude." I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Monisha started to say something, and then shrugged, looking resigned. I smiled excitedly, and told Ravi to join us in the room, happy that Monisha had agreed to Ravi's coming to meet us.

Soon the door bell rang and Ravi walked through the door. He shook hands with me, and then he passed me to greet Monisha.

"So there's your lovely wife? Monisha, isn't it?" he said, pretending to meet Monisha for the first time.

"That's right," I said. "Honey, this is Ravi."

"Monisha, do you like the room I chose for you?"

"Yes, it’s lovely," she said.

Ravi then explained that he had the presidential suite with a communicating door to our room as he wanted us near to hand in case any problems cropped up overnight.

After making sure we were comfortable and in need of nothing, Ravi finally told us the topic of his visit. "Do you know any single girls?" he asked. "I need a date for tomorrow."

"What's up?" I said.

"You are aware of the deal we are trying to snatch with the guys from Japan. We're having a reception with them here tomorrow night and a small dinner party to finalize everything. I’ll need a lady hostess by my side for the evening." he said.

“Actually Ritikha was supposed to be the one, but she just informed me that she will be up on a last minute assignment. The last thing I want is to go there alone. They'd be laughing behind my back all night long." He said after a pause.

"You don't have a girl friend?" Monisha asked smiling.

"No," Ravi said, looking into Monisha's eyes. "All the good ones have already been taken."

Monisha blushed, looking away.

"Well ... you must know some friends here and they may arrange some girls. Can't you ask them?" I told Ravi

Ravi shrugged. "She's got to be beautiful. A real knock out. I want to impress the clients." Ravi smiled. "Monisha, you don't have a twin, do you?"

Monisha blushed again, and laughed nervously. My cock twitched as I watched Ravi flirt with my wife.

“How can I help” I finally said.

He smiled. "Okay, you're going to think this is crazy. But I was hoping that Monisha could be the hostess for the evening” he said.

My jaw dropped. "What?"

He shrugged, still smiling. "It's just an idea. Monisha will only have to be at my side at the reception, nothing more."

I nodded. "It's all right by me. You'd be the prettiest girl there, by far. All our clients would be envious."

Monisha was flattered by the compliment.

"Monisha, what's the harm? You'd be helping Ravi out." I said

Ravi nodded in agreement. "You'd really be doing me a major favor."
Monisha gave a nervous smile and looked at me with anticipation and then whispered "Ravi, I.... Okay,"

Monisha finally said. "I guess I'll do it. How can I say no to my husbands boss"

“It’s not like that Monisha. Anyway you people take your time, think about it and let me know.” Ravi added, as he took his leave.





When I woke up in the morning, I had a bad feeling about what was going to happen tonight. I couldn't think about anything else. I remembered the first time when Monisha and I met with Ravi in the mall and the flow of events that followed after that. I remembered how Monisha wanted to invite Ravi over for dinner and I was against the idea, how I started having problems at work, Monisha’s doubts about my competences, Monisha’s confession to her friend Nisha that she found Ravi good looking and sexy, Ravi clinching the Sharma deal from under my nose, my learning about Ravi womanizing ways, first with Mrs Sharma, then Ritikha, Monisha’s disappearance with Ravi at the Desai party, my meeting with Kushal informing me how Ravi seduced and enjoyed his wife Sanjana, my haunting fantasies about Ravi doing my Monisha, Ravi telling me he fancied my wife. It seemed to me that all these events were connected in some way and were about to play a part in what was to come next.

I couldn't believe I had actually accepted that my wife accompany Ravi to the dinner party knowing that, before the night was over, Ravi would most likely be trying to fuck Monisha and I wondered if she would let him do it.
I asked myself what the hell was wrong with me. Why did I do it? I had no answers only more questions. My head was hurting and my stomach was doing flip-flops.

I said to myself one minute I didn't want to go ahead and I would tell Ravi that tonight when we meet. Then a few minutes later I became excited thinking what my brain was showing my eyes. It was a picture of my beautiful wife opening her arms and legs and offering her body completely to this man so he could fuck her with his big cock. I closed my eyes and could literally see Ravi’s dick going in and out of my wife's pussy. My cock was hard as hell thinking about it. I could almost hear her moans of pleasure and her grunts as Ravi buried his cock completely in her body time after time, over and over again. The idea thrilled me outrageously.

That evening my cock was so hard I had to adjust my pants as I got myself a drink while I waited for Monisha to finish getting ready. It was then that I knew I couldn't decide to stop this; I had to see how far it would go. Finally Monisha came into the living room, making me stop in my track, taking in her beauty.

Monisha wore an off-the-shoulder, black satin dress that ended at her knees. The dress hugged her body like a second skin while leaving her back bare. Her makeup was perfect, and she wore her hair up, revealing her elegant neck.

"My god, Monisha, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I marveled.

Monisha blushed, and shyly looked away.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Almost," Monisha said. "Can you zip me?" She turned so her back faced me.

"Sure, of course," I quickly said, and zipped up her dress.

Later in the taxi, I kept hold of Monisha's hands, and after arriving at the club, I got out and held the door open for her. Ravi was already there. He shook my hand, and then held Monisha in his arms as he kissed her on the cheeks. I felt a tingling in my crotch as I watched Ravi kiss my wife, not two feet in front of me. Ravi put his arm around Monisha's waist and led her. Tonight Monisha was his date, and I was the willing third wheel.

Monisha spent the evening circulating among the guests while Ravi assigned me a table with a couple of the clients of lesser importance. Everybody was sociable and the conversation over the dinner table was friendly and amusing. At Ravi's prompting, Monisha spent much of her time talking to the Japanese clients specially. She led the ladies into the lounge and arranged for the waiter to see to their orders for drinks.

Since she was pretending to be his date, Monisha let Ravi hold her arm as he introduced her to his clients, and let Ravi put his arm around her. When the music started, they danced along with all the other couples. Ravi put his arm was around Monisha, his hand caressing her bare shoulder. My heart pounded. To see Ravi fondle my wife so openly in front of me was incredibly thrilling.

My ultimate fantasy was going to come true tonight. I was going to watch another man enjoy my wife. I couldn't help noticing how handsome Ravi looked in his expensive tailored suit. The single girls in the office described Ravi as gorgeous, and they were right. Monisha's reluctance was apparent, but her attraction to Ravi was clear, and that was part of the turn on. She was guarded, but I knew the effects Ravi's constantly touching and holding her were having on her.

The dinner music was loud and they had to speak into each other's ears. I shivered each time I saw Ravi's mouth close in on her ear. Since they were pretending to be a couple, Monisha didn't object but her cheeks were flushed.

Finally the reception ended. The enlarged group remained together for about another hour and several of the men talked to Monisha, one or two of them made a point of chatting to her only when they were sure they were out of earshot of their wives.

The party began to break up and Monisha came to join me at my table after the clients at my table had left. Ravi thanked me again for helping him out. Monisha told him she had enjoyed herself and let him kiss her on the cheek.

"I've got an idea," Ravi said. "Why don't we all meet for a night cap at the hotel lobby before going to our respective rooms?”

I looked at my wife. Monisha didn't say anything, but her face was a mix of anxiousness and uncertainty. "It might be fun," I said to Monisha, trying to keep my voice steady.

Monisha wore an "Are you sure? Can you handle the situation if it goes beyond the limit" expression on her face.

"It will be just a few moments," I said, dismissing her unspoken concerns.

Monisha looked very very excited from inside, and she turned away from me. "Whatever," she said with a quiver in her voice. She looked so hot tonight. Could this sexy, alluring woman be my wife? I almost wished I should stop them right now. But it was too late. As soon as I said yes for the night cap proposal of Ravi they became very excited from the inside. They sensed that somehow there is a small possibility of having sex. Monisha hesitated a bit but then she walked by me and we left the building and walked to the waiting taxi. I wanted to tell Monisha she looked gorgeous, but she seemed stand offish so I didn't get a chance.

Monisha and I sat together in the car. I couldn't get over how stunning she looked. I had never seen her show so much legs, and they looked more fabulous than ever.

Moments later we walked inside the hotel and found a table. I stepped to the bar and ordered a drink, then turned to watch the action on the floor. Ravi was nowhere to be seen. Monisha looked at me and asked where is Ravi? I said he must be around. Monisha turned her head away and just then we saw Ravi walking in towards our table. We chatted a little and then Ravi finally said, "Come on Monisha let's dance." She looked at me and I smiled.

She slid over and took Ravi's hand and they moved to the dance floor. It was a fast song but that didn't stop her. She started moving with her partner and shook her body against him. I felt she was so damn sexy the way she was moving her body. They were merged tight with Ravi behind her thrusting his pelvis into her. Ravi held her hips moving his lower body with Monisha's as she lifted her hands over her head and with her back towards him wrapped them around his neck. As he moved in tighter against her, he bent over her so their lower bodies were pressed firmly against each other. Monisha put her hands on her knees now and pushed back into Ravi. Her hips swayed and pumped against him as she pushed her ass hard into Ravi's cock. He was running his hands up and down Monisha's sides close to her breasts. Ravi moved his hands over Monisha and come to stop over her breasts a few times. Monisha didn't stop him and used her hands to hold Ravi's in place. She threw her head back and rested it against Ravi's chest as they continued to dance.

The song seemed to play a very long time and Monisha didn't stop working her body on Ravi until the song came to an end. But it just as soon faded as another song started and this one was a slow song. I watched as my wife took Ravi in her arms. She put her arms around Ravi neck and merged her body into his again arching her back a little and pressing her lower body into his.

I saw her look up into Ravi's eyes and said something. Ravi smiled before he bent down and kissed her. They merged against each other and began to sway together. She looked up into his eyes and he bent down and kissed her again much longer this time. Monisha was hot, passionate and so worked up. They began to slowly dry humped each other on the dance floor but now Ravi had moved them to within a few feet away from my table. I watched as Ravi rocked his hips into Monisha over and over again until the song ended. Then they walked to the table. Ravi said, "Wow that was some dancing your wife did out there with me!"

Monisha looked at me and said, " Ravi is a very good dancer Rajiv. And he knows how to help his partner while dancing”.

I was speechless. I couldn't say anything. I wanted to say a lot but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth.
Then I felt an urge to go to the wash room. I excused myself and went to the wash room. When I cam back to my table from the wash room, I found our table was empty. I waited more than 5 minutes over there thinking they ware in the dance floor or somewhere near. But when I saw there was no sing of Ravi or my wife after 10 minutes, then, I tried to find them in the dancing crowd. But no….. They were not there. I came back and sat on my table quietly and tried to think where they can go. 15 minute passed by. I rose from the table and moved down the little hallway but they were nowhere to be seen. I found a line of people waiting for the bathroom. I waited to see who came out. They weren't there. I checked in the kitchen and other rooms. They weren't there either, so that meant they must have gone upstairs. My brain was going nuts. I wondered if my wife would be going in Ravi's room and staying with him tonight.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART15



My eyes scanned the lobby as I waited for the elevator. Moments later I quickly walked down the hall to my room. Monisha was nowhere to be seen. I went to the communicating door and pressed my ear against the door but it was all quiet. I then realized that the door has been left open. With a mixture of dread and anticipation, I realized Ravi wanted me to see what was going on. He wanted to show me he could make love to my wife right there with me watching. My heart pounded. Ravi was going to have his way with my wife, or at least try to. He wanted me to be witness to that. I was shaking, from excitement. I quietly opened the door slightly, not wanting to draw attention on me.

Monisha was in the room with Ravi. He had reached for her hands and was holding one in each of his.

"You're nice to be with, you know. I really enjoy your company."

Monisha seemed to blush at his words. "I'd better be going."

He leaned forward to stroke her cheek. "You're lovely, so beautiful."

Monisha froze and held her breath.

"You shouldn't ..." she said as Ravi ran the tip of his finger along her neck and down her chest.

"... please ..." Monisha whined as Ravi's finger neared her breasts, her heart pounding in her chest.

"...You know I'm married ..." Monisha begged, a moan escaping her lips as Ravi's finger traced a circle around her breast.

Ravi finally raised an eyebrow, looking amused and pulled his hand away.

Monisha blushed again, her heart pounding even harder. "I better go ... Rajiv is waiting for me," she said nervously.

Ravi looked into Monisha's eyes. "Would it be too forward of me to say I'd love to see more of your wonderful legs? Why don't you raise your dress for me?"

"No…. not again…. I don't think so," Monisha said, putting as much indignation into her voice as she could.

Ravi moved his hands down her sides until his fingers rested just below her skirt. He clutched the skirt's hem and slightly raised it. "Your husband would like this, don't you think? He'd want me to pull your skirt up."

"Stop it."

"Come on, just a little bit," Ravi said almost playfully, raising Monisha's skirt another inch, his fingers trailing on her silky thighs. "I didn’t forget what you have told me earlier about your husband’s fantasies. We both know Rajiv would want me to……."

"Please stop," Monisha said, her heart pounding, feeling trapped and helpless as Ravi slowly raised her skirt, slowly exposed her, his fingers tracing circles on her thighs.

"Your husband wants me to make love to you," Ravi completed his sentence this time while his fingers continued their upward climb.

"Stop," Monisha pleaded again, her breathing rapid as Ravi continued to caress her legs, his fingers only inches from her sensitive bare thighs, just inches from her panties.

"Look Monisha it’s you who told me that you and your husband often enjoy role playing about me.
I have tested it with Rajiv also. When I told him that I am very much attracted to you, he immediately became excited. Don’t worry I have not told him anything about the role playing fantasies of him that you have informed me earlier. Do you know what he wood want? He'd want me to pleasure you right here”. His finger was indicating Monisha’s pussy.
Ravi knew Monisha was close to surrendering her body to him, but he wanted my wife to beg for it.

Ravi didn't say anything more, but his eyes never left Monisha's. I felt Monisha wilting under his intense gaze. Flustered, she broke eye contact and looked away.

She sighed and said, "Ravi!! Stop! That's not why I came here!!"

“Monisha, you want me, I know that. There’s nothing you want now more than that. Why are you lying to yourself?”

She said, "I came to tell you to stop all this. No Ravi. I can't do it anymore. I'm married and I can't afford to fool my husband and loose everything for you.”

Ravi laughed. "Monisha, you know that's not true. Rajiv wants us to have sex.”

“He’s going to be terribly hurt, he doesn’t know. I'm sorry. You know how much I like you but no.....I can't do it again! It won’t happen again."

She then moved away and said she had to go. I watched her walk away as the door closed behind her.
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I staggered backwards in the darkened area behind communicating door, my knees weak, trying to process what I had just seen and heard. “IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN.... IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN... IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN...”
I stood there repeating Monisha's words in my mind as if somehow the hidden implications would suddenly appear in front of my eyes. I really wanted to get the real story here.

I heard the door open and Monisha come in and toss her keys onto the counter, but my mind didn't register anything. I heard her heels click on the hardwood floor as she made her way in the room. I was completely shaken by the scene I had just witnessed and the words that Monisha had just told Ravi.

Monisha hurried into the room and didn't glance in my direction. Her face was flushed. She didn't even realize I was there. It was as if she forgot I existed. From her movements, I was pretty sure that she was shaking and seemed unsteady on her feet. She gripped the table in front of the mirror and took deep breaths to try to calm down. She seemed troubled by her interaction with Ravi and the way the evening had turned out, her hair was disheveled, her cheeks rosy, her chest heaving. She was going through a mix of emotions, probably angry, embarrassed, outraged, and humiliated, all at the same time.

I wanted to say something, but when I wanted to move from my hiding towards her side of the room, something seemed wrong. I couldn't move. My legs wouldn't work.

Monisha stood in front of the mirror and closed her eyes as she took a couple of deep breaths. I looked at Monisha’s face and started to feel something wasn't right. Slowly I unexpectedly saw her hand move towards her bosom. She trailed her fingers across her breasts and she caressed herself. Her eyes were closed in front of the mirror she rubbed her nipples and let out a slight moan. It took a moment for me to catch up.

Her left hand began to drift downwards towards her abdomen; then further down. She reached down and gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it up her legs, not stopping until it bunched around her waist. With one hand on her breast, she extended the other and touched her panties. She spread her legs, her heels dragging across the floor.

At that moment my heart stopped beating. The whole world froze. I was shell shocked, but managed to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want to humiliate Monisha further by appearing in front of her just now.

Monisha’s reflection in the mirror looked incredibly wanton. Beads of sweat formed on my brow as I saw one of her fingers slowly disappear. I almost lost it when, a moment later, I heard Monisha, my loving Monisha, moan, and I knew her finger had found her clit. This blatant behavior made me uneasy. I'd never before seen my wife behave this way, and it disturbed and excited me at the same time.

I stared at Monisha, unable to take my eyes from the incredibly sexy sight in front of me. It was hard to believe this was the same woman I married and lived with, every day of my life. I couldn't believe the transformation.

She moaned under her breath as she began rubbing and massaging her clit vigorously. She had to take her left hand away from her breast and steady herself with it on the table as her knees became weaker. She closed her eyes and let out a deep moan. All her leg muscles tightened and she found herself standing on her toes.

I gaped at my wife's performance. Monisha sighed and gasped, wanting a man’s hands on her. Her body burned, she was so hot and she needed a guy to put out the fire. I knew it was not just any guy. There was only one pair of hands she wanted. One mouth. One body. One person she visualized as she closed her eyes and touched herself even more intimately, acknowledging, at least here in the privacy of her room, how much she wanted the hand on her body to be Ravi’s.

Ravi had aroused her. Tonight he had fueled the fires inside her. She could not deny her body, she was attracted to Ravi. He was gorgeous and so handsome and his openness disarmed and charmed her. After being so close to him, dancing with him, his fingers touching her, she now needed some kind of relief.

In her mind, the touch was all his. And the possibilities playing in her mind had her thrusting against her own fingers, longing to be filled but taking the only form of pleasure she could manage at the moment.

Suddenly, there was again a knock on the room door and it opened on Ravi. "Monisha, are you alright? I thought ..."

Ravi's heart leaped as he gawked at the sight before him, Monisha's dress bunched around her waist, her legs exposed and spread wide, a hand holding on the table, the other down her panties.

In two graceful strides Ravi closed the distance between him and Monisha. There was no one stopping him. Monisha had bewitched him. He wanted her more than life itself. The concept of deferred satisfaction was not for him. He wasn’t used to waiting for a woman.

"Ravi, no," Monisha protested, pushing down her skirt. A muffled gasp of fright escaped her just she was silenced by Ravi's hungry mouth. He crushed her full, soft lips with his and plundered her mouth with an explicit sensual force that left her trembling. That kiss stole her words, her breath, her ability to think and her legs threatened to buckle under her with the shock of it.

Ravi backed Monisha up and pressed her against the wall. He continued kissing her, his passion was raw and thrilling and terrifyingly new to her. Monisha appeared to be in a trance. Firm hands lifted her off her feet into stirring contact with him. She squirmed against him, her fingers roving over his shoulders.

Finally, he released her lips, leaving her gasping for air and yet stricken at that loss of contact. “I’m sorry.” Ravi purred.

“Sorry you kissed me?” she couldn’t help asking.

He shook his head. “Sorry I had to stop.”

“Oh.” Colour washed through her beautiful cheeks. Ravi started kissing her again and she stopped wondering. He kissed her until she couldn’t think anymore. She didn’t want to think, she refused to think.

"Ravi, we have to stop now. You agreed to stop. Anyone could catch us here."

"Monisha, I don't care anymore what we agreed upon, you know you want this,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair, spreading it across her shoulders.

“Don’t stop me,” he whispered hoarsely as his mouth glided down the extended length of her neck. He tasted her soft earlobe, moving slowly down the long line of her delicate neck, nibbling lightly, savoring the unique flavors of skin and woman.

He closed a hand to hers in an imprisoning gesture. “You haunt my dreams,” he said. “You could be seriously bad for my health. Right now I think I could die from wanting you, Monisha.”

Monisha could see the lust in his eyes. Pure and undisguised, unhidden by social demands or proper breeding that insisted it wasn’t polite to visibly covet a woman. He was coveting. She was being coveted. They were both caught in the tension of it. Her body couldn’t help responding. In a matter of moments he had rewritten her knowledge of herself. Her body was crying out for him and she was shocked. She wanted him. He had made her want him.

Ravi bent down and scooped my wife into his arms as though she weighed nothing. He kept kissing her all the while walking towards the bed. He finally broke the kiss and stared at her as he dropped her down on the bed going down with her. He spread one hand in the back of her neck and swooped down to kiss her again. He feathered tender kisses on her lips for a while. He then kissed her with a deep urgency, ravishing her mouth.

Almost roughly he hiked her dress up to her hips and kissed her panties with a feverish lust. A sensation like a frisson of delicious heat darted through her pelvis and she shivered.

"Oohh..." she moaned softly. The look in her eyes confirmed what I had always suspected. She could never give herself to him by her own free will. I watched in amazement as my handsome boss broke down my wife’s defense and had his way with her.

While she struggled to catch her breath he lifted her leg and peeled off her shoes slowly and provocatively. He punctuated each and every action with the drugging demand of his lips on hers. So aroused was she by this treatment that when he attempted to step back she automatically put her arms out to prevent him and stretched up to find that taunting, teasing mouth of his for herself. She was a wreck. She wanted him to kiss her in every way a man could kiss a woman. And in every place on her body.

She watched as Ravi cast aside his clothes in a series of brisk movements. Impatient fingers moved to release the buttons on his shirt. The fabric edges parted to display the sleek expanse of his chest and flat abdomen. He then pushed Monisha’s dress back up her legs, and wrought her panties off with more impatience than cool. She hastily looked away, her senses quivering. She seemed suddenly aware that she was actually about to have sex with a man she barely knew. She appeared shy and shamefully aware that she had just pulled him back to her, desperate for another kiss.

"Ravi, please, stop," Monisha begged, trying to squeeze her legs together and push Ravi away.

"Shut up and kiss me," he said, as he brought his lips to hers again. Monisha tried to turn away, but he held her still, wrapping his fingers in her hair. He edged his tongue into her mouth, overcoming her resistance, and danced his tongue around hers.

Again Monisha's body betrayed her. She began to return Ravi's kisses, pressing her lips against his, opening her mouth, allowing Ravi's tongue to roam freely. Their mouths kissed with fever. His tongue curled against hers as her hands moved against his cheeks. Already her hips were moving toward him in a simulation of sex. Her hands reached for the buckles of his belt, but he held away from her, whispering urgently, “Please say yes. For no other reason than that you want to.”

And she moaned "please". She was shaking all over. The moment of truth had passed. My lovely wife Monisha was going to have sexual intercourse with my boss.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART16



Ravi clumsily opened his zipper and took out his cock. Monisha's eyes grew wide as she saw Ravi's cock. He was huge, the shaft was thickly veined, and it curved slightly towards his hard stomach. The bulbous cock head was enormous and leaking pre-cum. The skin was soft and completely unblemished.

Her body trembled as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Ravi's hands gripped Monisha's silky thighs. He pulled her towards him, his cock head dangerously close to her pussy. Monisha covered her bare pussy with her hands. "Please Ravi ... I don’t want to cheat on Rajiv again."

But, in truth, she didn't resist. Her aching body was beyond that now. She was afraid of what was going to happen next but she wanted it more then anything else that she wanted in life. She felt that she didn't belong anywhere but with him.

"Monisha, this isn't cheating this time, and you know it why. Rajiv now wants you to do this. He is going to enjoy every moment of it. You know he does. You have very cleverly made him a cuckold by constantly provoking him for role playing and making him attracted towards the wife sharing fantasies. Now it’s time for our union. Let us enjoy all the fun of our mating without worrying for your husband.”
”No Ravi It’s not true. I never did it consciously”.
“Oh come on Monisha. You saw it coming. You knew very well that this is going to happen one day and that’s why you made him ready. You made him prepared for our mating. It does not matter that you did it consciously or unconsciously.
Ravi took Monisha's hands and gently, but firmly, pulled them above her head and held them there. With his other hand, he guided his cock towards Monisha's pussy. "You know Rajiv wants me to do this, so please don’t resist" Ravi said, looking into Monisha's eyes.

Monisha felt helpless, with her hands pinned above her head, and her legs spread wide apart. Monisha moaned as Ravi positioned his cock at her opening, his thighs tensing. Then he slowly massaged his cock, preparing himself to penetrate Monisha.

"No, Ravi, please. I'm married. What we did before was wrong. I don’t want it now" She said, watching him intently, as if still needing to be sure. I could watch her primal side take control. Her body was ready for the taking.

"No it's not. We have done it before and we have both enjoyed it very much," Ravi assured her. He gripped Monisha's and spread her legs as wide as possible, then pushed his thick shaft into her.

"No, no," she whined, but her protest came out like a moan. She gritted her teeth to stifle her moans, but soon she couldn't help herself. Ravi pulled out then he pushed in again, this time not stopping until burying further inside her. Monisha whimpered but her protests were half-hearted. She writhed under Ravi's cock. Then he pushed in again. Tugging her up for a nicer fit, he rocked into her, letting her feel his throbbing erection, getting off at the pleasure of sex against sex.

"God, oh god," Monisha whined, biting her lip as, suddenly, a bolt of pleasure shot through her body. Ravi slowly pushed deeper and deeper into my wife. His body glistened with sweat. He dug his feet into the floor and, with a powerful lunge, shoved the final inches of his cock into my pretty wife.

"Ugh, god!" Monisha grunted at the sudden and deep invasion. She gritted her teeth. Her heart pounded and her breathing came rapidly as her body processed the sensations of being so completely stuffed, so full, so impaled by something as thick and long as Ravi's hard cock.

Ravi held still for long moments, allowing both to catch their breath. Then he began to slowly rock, moving in and out, just a little at first, letting Monisha get used to him. Gradually he pulled out more, and pushed in deeper, slow at first, then faster, deeper, deeper, faster.

I felt a mixture of jealousy and arousal as I watched them. Their movements were so intimate. This wasn't just sex. It wasn't just fucking. It was making love.

Earlier that evening, I had noticed how sexy Monisha looked. Now, as I stood in the shadows watching them fuck, I couldn't get over how desirable my wife looked. A part of me wanted to pull Monisha away and take her back. But even as my jealousy increased, my excitement grew so much that I felt lightheaded. Somehow, my jealousy feed into and increased my sexual excitement.

Ravi shifted Monisha so her legs pressed against his chest. He thrust back and forth, each time pulling all the way out except for his wide cock head, and then savagely pushing back in. His pace quickened, and soon he was frantically ramming his cock into my pretty wife.

"God," Monisha groaned. Her body burned with passion and desire. Ravi pushed even harder, faster, grabbing Monisha's thighs and pulling her towards him so every thrust he penetrated her even more. Monisha began to rock with Ravi, back and forth, in and out, meeting his thrusts, tentatively at first, then faster, with more passion, faster, with greater urgency, her passions growing.

She dug her feet into the floor, pushing up to meet Ravi's thrusts, and then rocking back as he pulled out, opening her legs wide to let Ravi go deep inside her.

I watched with masochistic fascination as Monisha slowly rose until only Ravi's cockhead remained inside her, and then slowly lowered until fully impaled on his rod. She did this over and over, moaning with pleasure as she pulled up, and whining in discomfort as she pushed down, her pretty face initially contorted in a grimace of pain before transforming into a glow of pleasure and fulfillment.

Monisha was moaning continuously. Ravi stroke into Monisha's pussy, each stroke incredibly long, each powerful thrust pushing Monisha against the headboard. Monisha's legs were wrapped tightly around Ravi's waist. Delirious with pleasure, she abandoned herself to his dark, driving passion.

Suddenly reality hit Monisha and her eyes grew wide in alarm. "Ravi, you have to pull out!" she screamed. "Pull out! I'm not on the pill!"

With a start, I realized Ravi wasn't wearing a condom. Even though I knew he was fixed and clean, it bothered me that he was fucking my wife bareback. Was he going to cum inside her?

"No, no," Monisha cried. "Not inside me!"

But Monisha's warning came too late. Ravi grunted and roared, and then lurched violently forward. I knew he was coming inside my wife. He pushed deep inside Monisha and didn't pull out for what seemed like minutes, the muscles in his back and ass repeatedly convulsing as he shot what must have been gallons of his sperm inside my wife's womb. Again and again Ravi rammed his cock into my wife, his cock flooding her with his seed.

"Oh god, oh god," she moaned as she felt Ravi's sperm explode inside her. Ravi's powerful, orgasmic thrusts pushed Monisha over the edge. Then something happened. Something Monisha hadn't expected, and wasn't ready for. Her head tossed from side to side, her back arched and her toes curled. Pleasure exploded through her body, and as she came. Intense pleasure, like a tidal wave from her clit to all parts of her body. The pleasure was so intense her body shook, and so overwhelming she almost passed out.

It was like a dream come true and a nightmare to me both at the same time. I watched Ravi bring Monisha to climax. It's funny what draws your attention at times like this. What things burn into your memory. It wasn't so much Ravi's cock moving in and out of Monisha's pussy. But the sparkle of her wedding ring as her left hand clutched his chest. And the look on Monisha's face, a mixture of pleasure and bliss so intense, it seemed almost religious. She enjoyed fucking Ravi. He gave her pleasure, and she loved it. It sent a dagger through my heart, and I tried to remember if she had ever looked the same way with me.

Monisha came on Ravi's cock, the experience and pleasure so intense that she reflexively wrapped her legs around him, digging her feet into his thighs, urging his cock deeper inside her. At the height of a shattering climax she screamed in ecstasy before she tumbled down and down and down in a release from her physical body that was so powerful that she was not quite sure she was conscious for several minutes afterwards.

It seemed forever while I watched the primal coupling in front of me. I watched their mutual climax as he pushed himself as deep into Monisha's body as possible. I watched Monisha clinging to him while willingly taking his seed into her fertile body. Finally Monisha's moans subsided and her body relaxed. She collapsed into the bed, her chest heaving, her breathing fast. Monisha lay panting for long moments, basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Even after Ravi relaxed, signaling the end of his orgasm, he kept his cock planted deep inside my wife.

Monisha's face was a picture of complete, post-orgasmic bliss. Slowly, her legs relaxed and I watched her foot land on the floor. They stayed joined together for a long while then he kissed her gently and got off her.

Eventually Monisha came back to her senses, and the reality of the situation hit her. She could only imagine how obscene she looked, with her dress bunched around her waist, her legs spread wide open, and her panties lying someplace on the floor. She suddenly felt shy. She pushed her dress down and tried to squeeze her thighs together.

Ravi picked up her panties and handed it to her. Silently she put it on. “I saw you and I wanted you before you even spoke. One look and that was that.”

"I told you to pull out! I'm not on birth control!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Ravi said honestly.

"You better get going, now."

Ravi got up and picked up his shirt and walked to the door, intending to dress in the hallway. He looked at my freshly fucked wife and appeared uncertain. He seemed to have an overwhelming desire to back and cover her pretty face with kisses.

"Please leave now. We …we’ll talk later," Monisha said, seeming to read his mind.

After Ravi left, Monisha locked the door, straightaway crawled into bed and started to cry. She felt horribly emotional and tearful. She felt guilt to have let herself enjoy it again. She was attempting to block out those disturbing thoughts this time. As a final act of betrayal, she had let Ravi cum inside her.

Disheartened, she sobbed into her pillow, and eventually fell asleep.

I don't know how long I remained behind the door. I don't know how or when I got out of my hiding and went into the bathroom. I don't know how or when I removed my clothes. I don’t how and when I took out my cock and wrapped my hand around it and masturbated, the images of Ravi between my wife's legs playing through my mind. I stroked my cock faster as I remembered how Monisha had wrapped her legs around his waist, how her toes had curled as she came on Ravi's cock. I quickly came, but then I immediately felt disgusted with myself.

I went back to the bedroom and climbed next to Monisha on the bed, feeling a mixture of regret, sadness, and excitement. I felt sick as I remembered the way my wife moaned and writhed under Ravi as he fucked her with his cock. We were planning on starting our family this year. Monisha had already stopped taking her pills. She was now fertile and unprotected. I knew I had utterly failed in my responsibilities to my wife. I hadn't protected her from becoming pregnant with another man's child. Then I fell into a restless sleep.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART17


I slowly woke as a soft hand gently nudged me. I turned to see my wife Monisha snuggled against me in bed. It was 2:30am. We must have slept for three hours. She opened her eyes, looked at me, smiled, and just lay there for a while.

Suddenly a light went off in my head! Deciding this could be a good time to talk about it, I said the first thing that came into my mind, "Ravi’s car didn’t have a breakdown that day, right?"

I believe I was more surprised by the directness of the question that Monisha was. She froze for a moment and then put her hand up to her face.

"No, I lied to you" she said.

"It's time you tell me the truth. You understand that I need to know what happened between you two that day."

"Rajiv, I will tell you everything. I promise that I will answer truthfully."

As annoyed as I was feeling toward her I couldn't help but admire her strength at that moment. She held my eyes with hers. Her looking at me that way was not an act of defiance; she wanted me to know that she was prepared to tell me the truth. There was no deception in her eyes.

“I want you to know that I am sorry for what I did," Monisha said.

"So are you ready to tell me about what all happened?" I asked, getting impatient.

"That day when we were going to the Desai party, I knew that if I went into Ravi’s car, something was going to happen. And it made me feel terribly excited. I agreed without much thought about you. I was finally getting my chance to be with him. I didn't care that he is your boss.”

"What do you mean ‘finally’? Was there something going on between you two before?" I said.

"No, nothing really. Actually it was only the third time I was meeting him."

"Then?" I said.

"But all these three times, every time we met the attraction kept building up. It was like nothing I ever felt before. The pure magnetism and vibes were thick and stifling when we were in the same room. Whatever we did not say with our mouths, we spoke with our eyes. It was obvious, there was a connection. I wouldn't have been surprised if you could feel it."

"So, are you trying to tell me that Ravi seduced you? That his charms were just too much for you to resist?" I asked.

"No. He didn't seduce me."

"Okay, Monisha. I don't know what you are playing at but you are confusing the hell out of me," I said.

"It started the day we met him in the shopping centre," Monisha started. "I saw this very attractive man and noticed he kept looking at me. I would catch him out of the corner of my eye watching me while I was trying out shoes. He couldn't keep his eyes off of me and was eyeing me up whilst a saleswoman was talking to him, in fact he was staring at me whilst talking to her! I looked back and he wouldn't take his eyes off of mine. There was a mirror on one side of the room and he kept passing glances at me through the reflection. At that time you were outside. Later when I came up looking for you, I was surprised to see him talking to you. I was further shocked to hear you introduce him as your boss. I felt a sudden flush. From guilt or excitement, I couldn't say. He is the most beautiful man I've ever seen, I thought to myself.”

"So I was a fool, not even aware that you two were playing games behind my back all this time?"

Monisha didn't look away from me. "You are not a fool and never have been one. Nothing further happened that day, though I tried to convince you to invite him for dinner.

"Then how did it get to you getting into his car?"

“The days after that, you kept bringing him into our conversation. You would often say ‘Ravi will be angry’ when your projects were not turning out well. I often wondered what type of man he was who could cause such trepidation in another man. As you talked, I found myself becoming growingly interested in knowing about him and what in him held my own husband in so much fascination.”

At that moment, I was completely oblivious to anything around me.
"You mean that’s why you kept taking his sides."

“No… I was impressed with him, with the way you seemed in awe of him. I thought he was highly intelligent... Then the day of the party at his house, we talked as if we knew each other for a long time. As we stood there chatting, he kept praising me and made me feel incredibly special. He told me that he found me very attractive on the night and didn’t even want to go to the bathroom because he was afraid he wouldn't find me again. It was so refreshing to have a man that actually made me feel so beautiful, while he himself oozed masculinity, promiscuity and excitement. I felt bad when the time came to leave the party and go back home. In the few moments before I got into the car, we spoke as if we were going to meet again. That night, when you fell into a heavy sleep, my thoughts raced around with the excitement of the evening. I thought this guy is a completely different person to the man he is made to be. I also overheard some women praising his bedroom abilities.”

I suddenly felt my cock stiffened. She totally had my full attention now.

“Who said that?” I asked.

Monisha continued. "I think it was some woman called Latika when the women were together. She said excitedly, ‘Guess who I saw at the pool yesterday? Ravi!’ And she leaned over the table, and whispered 'Guess what he was wearing?’
‘What?’ everybody said, leaning conspiratorially over the table.

‘That new bathing suit -- the one that's like a tight boxer. And ‘she paused dramatically. ‘His thing was outlined in the suit.’

"His thing?" the girls laughed.

Latika playfully scowled at us. ‘You know what I'm talking about. His penis, his pole, his cock!’, looking around to see if anyone had heard. She was obviously worked up about it when she told us about it. I have to admit, as she described him, I got a bit aroused myself!" confessed Monisha.

"You're kidding," I exclaimed, completely amazed at the idea of the wives of my colleagues would openly talk and fancy their boss’s cock.

Monisha nodded. "Yeah, they did …… I learned from the girls that Ravi had slept with one of the guy's lovely wife. Her name is Sanjana.”

"Was it when he asked you to pose for the photo shoot for the calendar project?"

“No, he did nothing of that sort. But he told me he had to know more about me and wished he could scheme a way to meet me again later.”

“So he told me about this just so I come straight away and talk it out with you.”

“Yes, he told me when he called me the following day.”

“He called you here?”

Monisha nodded. “Yes, he told me he had enjoyed my company very much the night before. I told him I felt the same way. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I felt that hot flash you get when you are nervous. He then told me he was with other people and would call me later. I suspected you were the ‘other people’.

I was unable to contain my anticipation of his call and my excitement slowly turned to nervousness. The thought both excited and frightened me, so much so that all that time I did nothing but relish it. Thirty minutes later, to my amazement, he called me and we talked. Once again I felt tongue tied. I knew I had no right to be talking to him without your consent, yet his words to me made me tingle inside like a teenage girl. After that, everyday I had thought about Ravi. Everyday as you left for work, I longed to be alone with my thoughts. ”

I was on the edge of myself taking in Monisha’s every word. "I can't believe you kept that from me." I said.

"I reasoned there was no need or point in telling you. As far as I was concerned, it was innocent and did not worth mentioning. I couldn't believe how easy it was to have a secret for myself that absolutely no one had known about it. This man, our conversation and our flirtation were at the back of my mind continually as he kept me in an almost permanent state of subliminal excitement."

"Then how did it progress from that?"

"I didn't meet him in person until several weeks later. That was the day when I came to meet you at the office before going to the Desai party. That day, when I called, Ravi asked me if I was wearing a perfume which was his favorite. My reply was "Of course." In the back of my mind I knew this was so wrong. But I'd never had anyone treat me this way. It was such a great experience, knowing that a man's face would light up just at the thought of seeing you. It gave me so much confidence. I felt a little tinge of excitement imagining the way that Ravi looked at me, always in a seductive and playful manner. It would be nice to have him look at me again, with his expression of admiration tinged with some kind of amusement. I was already tingling in anticipation of a secret encounter with this man. I kept telling myself, ‘Its innocent fun and nothing else.’

Hanging on my wife's every syllable, I listened in fascination as Monisha recounted the details of what had happened that day.

“When I showed up in the reception, Ravi was there waiting for me. He looked so good standing there. I thought he had to be aware of how he looked: the perfect proportions of his body, the fine autocratic features, the way every physical element had been put together with a degree of care about the appearance of the finished product. He was perfect. Yes he had to be conscious of what he was. And yet there was some aloofness about him, a way of making me feel he had never been enslaved by his beauty nor would be.

Modesty told me that I should really cover it back up but I didn't want to. I wanted Ravi to notice me. He turned and drew in a breath, his eyes widening slightly as he saw me. We stared at each other in silence, both nervous about the situation.”

"So Ravi also harbored a liking for you?" I asked, correctly guessing what it was all about.

Monisha looked closely at me and continued, deeply debating whether or not to fill me in.

“Gazing into my eyes, Ravi took me by the hand and said, half whispering, ‘That's a beautiful dress.’ I quite liked the dress I was wearing that evening. But hearing it from him was flattering. ‘You are really attractive, Monisha, a really stunning beauty’.

Despite his obvious come on, I found myself almost at a loss what to answer back. "Well Ravi, you're not so bad looking yourself."

This actually gave me quite the rush. "Wow, so you really were into him," I said.

Monisha continued, "He had a look in his eyes, as though he was saying 'I'm the man for you. I am the one who can make you happy.' Very quickly it was just him talking and me eating up his every word. All through the interaction, it was obvious he was expecting something to happen between us. He was very attentive and flirtatious and from time to time would find an excuse to touch me. But the thought of infidelity never seriously crossed my mind. When you came in the reception to meet me, it caused a sense of guilt. I don't think you suspected anything."

"Yeah, I did not catch anything," I said, remembering the encounter in the reception room.

"I should have seen this coming at this point, I should have recognized where it was all going, but I was so excited I accepted to go with him in his car before thinking twice!" Monisha said.
(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART18


I definitely knew this story was going to be interesting now. All this time, I had wondered and fantasized about what had happened between my wife and my boss, on the day of the party. I couldn't have imagined a better scenario in my wildest dreams!

I knew I should have been pissed off with both Monisha and Ravi yet I felt the words she said painted images I had never before stopped myself from visualizing. The tent forming in my pants was a testament to this.

I had moved to the room bar to fetch myself a Scotch, but I opted for coffee instead. When I came back, I sat on the sofa. "Monisha? Look at me. What happened there in the car?" I asked her. I realized the words were coming out a bit louder than I intended. She flinched slightly at my voice.

Monisha started to speak then stopped. She tried again. Monisha found her voice this time. "Rajiv, I am so, so sorry. You know I completely love you, and I want you to know how I felt that day. I am going to be honest with you as I tell you everything that happened.”

As I listened, I was too stunned to think straight. "Okay, tell me, where did you go with him?" I demanded.

Monisha stared at me for a moment; then she continued. “Once I was in the car alone with Ravi, my mind raced wildly. I was nervous and the first few minutes of conversation were very awkward. He started off, without much being said yet both could feel the tension that was between us. It was scary and exciting. Then Ravi said ‘If I were your husband, there's no way I'd let you alone with another man.’ ‘Well, you're not my husband,’ I told him. I knew I was exposing myself to tremendous risk by playing into his game and yet I couldn't help it. ‘You are lovely, Monisha’ he said softly. ‘You are handsome too,’ I surprised myself saying. My cheeks burned in shame. I could lose everything, just to satisfy, what? I wondered why I was here. Soon, I could barely breathe, the sexual tension was so thick. Inevitable, was the only word to describe the outcome. ‘Would it ruin our friendship if I kissed you?’ he said. He didn't let me answer, telling me to think about it. I had been thinking about it! “

"So, did he go ahead and kiss you then?" I said, clearing my throat louder than I meant to.

Monisha took a deep breath. She appeared to be bracing herself for something. “Yes, he did. I did not realize he had taken another route and had stopped the car on the side of the road. Without asking for approval, Ravi he took my face in his hands and kissed my lips ever so gently I thought I'd melt. Rather than pull back, I let him kiss me. I was so startled, like a teenager who had been kissed for the first time on her first date. My heart was racing and I found myself drifting further off into the moment. When he stopped, I longed for him to kiss me again, to leave me breathless and light-headed. After a pause he again kissed me, this time fiercely, almost savagely. I found myself responding in the same way. One of his hands was locked in my head, holding my head back. The other hand gripped my body tightly. The thought flitted across my mind that I must stop the madness now. But intense, irresistible desire surged through my body and I clutched him as if I was drowning.”

What Monisha had just told me, was astonishing. I waited to see if Monisha wanted to say anything more but she didn't. I was unsure of what else to say, but seriously hoped Monisha would continue telling her story, and not leave out a single detail.

"Monisha, whatever you say from now on will never change how I feel about you. I love you and always will. But please tell me if this is what all happened between you that day? I need to know.” I said.

Monisha looked away from me. Her head dropped and she stared at the floor for a moment. Finally she calmed down and took a sniff, and a deep breath then let it out. “No,” she replied. “At that point, Ravi said something, ‘Why don’t we step outside for some fresh air?’ Overcome by the intoxication of my passion, I said, with a tone of desperation in my voice, "Let's go."

For a moment I was stunned by what she had said. "Rajiv, believe me at the time it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do.”

Even as I listened to Monisha, I was aware of the lustful thoughts racing through my mind. I no longer recognized the old Monisha: the one who used to make love with a deliberate quiet reserve: the pretty, honorable wife who used to lay nearly motionless, not wanting to appear too eager as I thrust inside her.
Listening to her, I realized that she had turned into a woman intent on satisfying her physical urge, no matter how deceitful. Yet I found myself squirming as I listened to her story and could feel my erection throbbing! I had the craziest desire to sneak my hand and stroke myself.

“Ravi immediately grabbed my hand and began to lead me outside. I followed him to a somewhat secluded area off of the beaten path behind a large clump of shrubs and trees, some way out of the road where we were unlikely to be seen. I couldn't exactly explain why I followed him. My heart was beating fast in my eagerness; my body ached with need. I inhaled deeply, trying to hang on to sanity. I stood there, trembling, eager to find out what was going to happen next. He smiled slightly and pressed me against a tree. I stiffened, knowing his intentions, but it was to no avail. My heart raced and my legs became wobbly as I realized this was the moment of truth. ‘He certainly knows how to take charge of a situation,’ I said to myself as he held me to him.

"Yeah, Ravi really knows what he wants," I said, even as I felt my arousal increase. I looked over at my wife and saw that she was blushing profusely as she looked back at me and continued the story.

“At first I just felt the cool touch of his lips against my throat and I closed my eyes, feeling the now familiar pleasure his kiss brought to me. I could not breathe as I felt myself slowly drifting away. He continued to kiss my throat. I shivered in anticipation of the promises borne in his kiss. I tilted my head back in silent need as his mouth moved to my breast through the material of my dress, kissing both of them, taking turns between them. My back arched of its own accord and a moan escaped my lips. My body trembled with need, my veins making me ache with desire and wanting.”

“His arm encircled my waist, pulling me closer to him. His tenderness made me feel so secure and made me feel as though he was kissing me with his heart. Our passion was mounting and I literally throbbed for him. It felt as if my heart was beating between my legs along with a passionate burning urgency. I moaned and writhed with pleasure under his kisses and caresses. I could feel his equal excitement as his evident hardness pressed against my thigh.”

After a small pause, Monisha continued her story. “I am not entirely sure exactly what happened that day, as parts of it are a bit hazy. I remember Ravi kneeling down in front of me and removing my shoes, unbuckling the thin straps and sliding them slowly off my feet. He took one foot and bringing it up to his mouth. His lips caressed me all the way up my leg, stopping just to start with the other foot. I could barely stand what he was doing, and his name escaped my lips, a low whisper. As he made his way up my left leg, he conveniently brought one leg down so that my legs were on either side of his shoulders. I moaned loudly as his lips met with my soft inner thigh. His tongue slid in between me causing me to wriggle with delight.”

“His lips pulled at the soft folds of my skin. I was paralyzed by shock as his tongue began to probe in the crevices and then, as he parted my lips with his fingers, to thrust deep inside me. Finally his relentless tongue found a tiny, sensitive place, so sensitive that his touch was almost painful at first. I forgot my shock as I was overwhelmed by the most piercing sensation I had ever experienced. Unable to restrain myself, I moved my hips up and down, faster and faster, rubbing my slippery flesh over his mouth, his chin, his nose, his forehead, totally absorbed in my own pleasure. It built and built, feeding on itself, until I felt utterly possessed by joy and opened my mouth to scream, at which point he clapped his hand over my face. But I screamed in my throat as the climax went on and on, ending in something that felt like an explosion and left my so drained that I thought I would never, never be able to get up.”

I listened to her quietly with a curious lack of anger. I didn't know what to say. My attention was now on the bulge in my pants. My cock was tucked to the left and most of the way erect, but was restrained. I let my hand trail its way down my body, and through the fabric I shifted my penis so that it was now pointing straight up, but still restrained. I stroked up the shaft a few times, and felt myself get harder. I was pretty sure that my wife would not notice if I gently stroked my hand across my throbbing cock through my pants.
"Just keep talking," I said. I was listening to my wife who always wanted sex to be associated with love, relate to me about how she was ravaged by a passionate man who was not her husband. And though these thoughts sickened me, they also drove me mad with lust. I craved release, more than anything I'd ever experienced.

There is a pause and I wondered if Monisha has left me. After a small hesitation, she went on. “My mind seemed to go blank for a while. I knew vaguely that he still lay between my legs. I sighed. ‘I didn't realize it could be like that. It was lovely.’ My legs had turned to rubber and I slowly slid to the ground twisting to the side onto my back while Ravi wasted no time in pulling my panties completely off. As I spread my legs open, I reached to unzip his pants and take out his cock. I gasped once I felt it in my hand. Latika was right, he's really big, I thought with a start.”

This information took me by surprise. "So she already knew that he was well endowed. Why did she ask me during our fantasy games?" I thought to myself, but did not voice out, fearing to interrupt my wife.

Monisha continued her story. “’Quickly,’ I said, ‘quickly.’ Without hesitation, Ravi guided the head of his cock inside me. I held him tightly, and wiggled against him, encouraging him to take me while I leaned against the tree. And then I felt it, the gentle yet insistent opening: the exquisite moment of delicious penetration. I could sense the sheer size of the cock moving inside. And as he continued to move forward, I moaned my approval to him.”

Monisha was looking at me as she talked, “Ravi entered me slowly, perhaps even deliberately, increasing my need with every maddening inch. Finally, he hit bottom. I realized it was different from you. I never imagined a cock could stretch me this way. He must be massively endowed to create such delicious pressure inside me.”

Monisha paused for a moment and looked at me. All I could do was to stare at Monisha.
Even in these moments, I could see that Monisha was a very attractive woman. Her lovely features and slender body always got her a lot of attention from men. I had been proud of the way Monisha had brushed off these attentions. All her life she had been given the lustful look, but wanted the respectful thought. Responding coolly and politely with firmness, she had rejected every advance. She casually accepted the overtures, and just as casually ignored them, remaining serene and poised, even with those who made persistent advances towards her. Monisha wanted respect from men, not lust. “Ravi began to move. He slowly withdrew, taking his time to accustom me to his size, and once withdrawn, he began to push inside again. His thrusts increased in depth and intensity, pushing to the limit of my endurance. It was almost too much to take. But I needed it. I needed Ravi.”


“I tried to prepare myself for the impending orgasm, but the sheer force of Ravi's violent moves frightened me. And finally, it was upon me. My body shook as the contractions began to course through me. The muscles in my thighs betrayed me as we convulsed in hard jerks of pleasure. Ravi held me firmly by the hips, steadying my weakened body for the continuing onslaught. As my orgasm subsided, I began to wonder if he would ever relent.”

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and started to think of the sex between them, the feel of her clit rubbing against the top of his shaft. I rhythmically moved my hand up and down the shaft slowly, slowly. I began to breathe faster and harder, my reactions getting more and more out of my control.

“And as I tightened around him, I heard Ravi cry out, and with a last hard thrust, I felt him unload deep inside me. His cock pulsed and jumped, before softening to the point my continuing contractions forced it. This was how lovemaking could really be like, the wild, abandoned feeling of two people giving each other so much pleasure that at times it felt almost unbearable in its intensity.”

I could feel the condescending tone in her voice that came as a complaint to my own lovemaking skills. But I was speechless.
I thought she'd finished there, but I was wrong. Monisha continued her narration. “It took us a long time to catch our breath. I lay still, eyes closed, stroking the hair at the back of his neck, enjoying the rough tickling sensation on my hands. I did not feel the least bit guilty, just content and satisfied. Ravi raised himself on an elbow. On the cleft of my breast there was a bead of perspiration and gently he ran his hands over it and then over my breasts. ‘You are beautiful’ he said, kissing them, kissing me. ‘It's not very ladylike,’ I said, ‘but I want to say thank you.’ He reached out to touch my cheek, and smiled. ‘You're very ladylike.’ After kissing me for a few more moments, ‘What would you like to do now?’ he asked. I looked at him, my eyes wide and told him ‘I want to be with you, Ravi.’”

It took a moment for my brain to start working again and process what Monisha was saying. "Were... were you really prepared to leave the Desai party …leave me, leave everything…. and run away with him?" I stammered.

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. It seemed to me that Monisha was determined not to feel sorry for anything. "So you don’t feel guilty for what happened?” I asked her.

“No, Rajiv, at that time I did not. I felt desired, desirable and glad to be alive. And grateful to Ravi for showing me how lovemaking could be. Ravi knew more about my body than I did. His own body is very beautiful. Perfect. Just a few minutes with Ravi had been enough to arouse curiosities in me. What else could I experience about sex? What else could it be like? "

When I looked at Monisha I saw no sign of embarrassment on her part. I did not know what to make of the whole experience. “Why are you just confessing this now?" I insisted, relieved that my brain had started working again.

I saw Monisha's body stiffen and she hesitated a minute before she said, "That day when Ravi and I made love, it was so intense we lost track of time. Afterwards we settled into a post-coital embrace, but our tranquility did not last long. It started getting late and for the first time panic began to grow in my mind. Ravi urged me to phone you and give some excuse for not coming to the Desai party. But I would not hear of it. Quickly, my fear became all-consuming. I had to get back to you. My mind was too full of what I should do when I got home. Later when we returned to the car and drove to the Desai party, I felt very confused and nearly broke into tears when I saw how troubled you were inside the house.”

I gave her a look like I thought she was crazy. "Why that? You just said you could fall in love with Ravi, run off with him and marry him." I asked.

“Yes, at that time I was thinking only of myself. I didn't feel I was doing any wrong to you. The moment I saw you, I saw myself as I really was: I had just been an adulterous wife. I was no longer pure, no longer virtuous. I was an adulterer, a betrayer of my husband's trust.”

I tried to think of a response to what she told me but nothing came to mind. Women indeed were difficult to understand I thought.

"Rajiv, I know you may not believe me but I am truly sorry for what I did and have been so ever since it happened,” she said.

"But you should have told me then. You have kept this terrible secret from me for so long."

"I was trying to protect you from the pain I knew you would feel. I knew it would hurt you. All the while you were telling me how bad you felt when you did not see me at the party, and I kept replaying the day's events in my mind as we went home where I immediately undressed, washed myself thoroughly, then got into bed. I spent the night in bed trying to understand what had happened. I was overcome with terrible pains of guilt and regret as I considered how complete my betrayal had been.”

After this confession, Monisha didn't say anything so I knew it was up to me. “Did you two talk about it after that?” I said.

“I was determined to try every way I can to make it up to you but I didn't know how to erase what I did. Not only had I cheated on you, I'd done it with a man who was your own boss at work. The man would laugh silently at you, thinking you a fool for not knowing how deceitful your wife actually was. For some odd reason, I had trusted Ravi, but I now saw him as a man who would no doubt brag of his conquest to your friends and colleagues, laughing as he related details of the wife that couldn't get enough with her husband.” For a moment Monisha looked like she might start crying.

“You did not answer my question. Did you two talk about it after that?” I asked.

Monisha's face flushed red. "You promise not to get angry?"

"How can I promise that when I have no idea what you are going to say?" I said as calmly as possible.

“The following day, when you left for work, I phoned Ravi to try to repair the damage. He suggested I drop in at the office, I refused. I wasn't ready to face him again. I knew what he had in mind."

"Why the hell would he want to meet you at the office?" I almost yelled.

“He said you would be out of office the whole day. You were doing the formalities for your trip to Mumbai. Ravi had sent you there because he wanted time alone with me.”

"Yes. I remember that trip, it was at short notice." I answered quickly. It was on that trip that I met with my friend Kushal at the airport and he told me how about the sexual tryst that took place between his wife Sanjana and Ravi. It was also at that time that for the first time I jerked off to the fantasy of Ravi doing Monisha and got me to take the steps to humbly step aside and allow Ravi to have his way with my lovely wife. This was unbelievable. Never in my wildest dreams could I ever imagine that by that time Ravi had already fucked my wife a first time and was by then sending me away to Mumbai so he could get into her panties again.

"Later in the evening, I wanted to tell you about that, I found myself deciding not to. I did not want to place you in an embarrassing position with your boss."

I was now feeling so many conflicting emotions. I had not once suspected Monisha was having an affair with Ravi. I wonder how I would have felt then to see Ravi touch Monisha intimately; a quick caress of her knee or a mischievous smile followed by a brief grope of her breasts. Was this fantasy crashing out of control? This was a new twist, something I never anticipated.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART19


"The only thing I want to know is how many times have you cheated on me with Ravi?" I asked. I looked at Monisha to see if I could get any kind of hint as to what was going on inside her head but nothing in her expression gave me any kind of clue. I wasn't sure that it would have made any difference anyway.

"That was the only time but I wasn't really cheating. Not the way you're thinking," she replied. I didn't know what Monisha was trying to say.

“In what way was it different?” I asked.

“Ravi gave me that yearning of love and fulfilled that childhood wish that every woman has. To meet the man of her dreams and I felt in my heart that he definitely was the one. From my first sight of him there had been such magic that it made me weak. My body ached. Ravi was wonderful; he just could give me what I needed sexually. It wasn't just his size. He was a good lover. I know I am wrong but how can something that feels so right be so wrong?”

“Why did you not continue the affair with him then?” I said.

“I wanted to be faithful to you. I needed to find a solution to our situation. For it to work, I knew I had to never see him again.”

"But you failed again. Last night you could not suppress your attraction for Ravi".

“You saw us last night”? Monisha asked with a face mixed of surprise and shame.
"Yes….. I was searching you. I found both of you in this room".
Monisha became completely speechless. I saw tears in her eyes again.

"What are we going to do now?" Monisha asked, after a long silence.

"Monisha I think only you should decide what we are going to do. But if you ask me for suggestion I will suggest you to continue your affair with Ravi". Monisha's eyes opened wide and her face became complete white.

“Why are you saying this Rajiv”? “I told you that I want to be faithful with you. I want to repair the damage I made. I don’t want to see him again. Last night you shouldn’t allow me to go with him at the party.”

“Look Monisha I was listening your story very carefully. That day after having sex with Ravi you wanted to run away with him and may be you wanted to marry him. Do you understand what it means? It means you fall in love with Ravi.

“Yeas I said that but it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.”

“Monisha you said you felt guilty only when you saw me at Desi’s party. You felt bad because you betrayed your husband for having sex with the man you fell in love with. You betrayed your husbands trust and that’s why you felt sorry for me. But I think you should have been sorry because you fall in love again. How could you fall in love again when there is already a man whom you loved for all these years?

Monisha tried to say something but couldn’t counter my logic. She wanted to say that, “I am not ashamed because I fall in love again”. She wanted to say, “Just because I am married and you are my husband you can’t control my feelings”. She wanted to say; “because I loved you for all these years you just can’t force me to stop loving someone else”. But she couldn’t.

So I continued again “If you want to stay with me and stop seeing Ravi then you have to sacrifice. You have to suppress your true feelings for Ravi”. “You know Monisha I felt jealous and hurt after listening your story. I felt terrible when you said…… “From your first sight of him there had been such magic that it made you weak. Your body ached. Ravi just could give you what you needed sexually”. You also said “It wasn't just Ravi’s size. He was a good lover too.” And then you expressed your true feelings about your affair with Ravi when you informed me that you know you are wrong but how could something that feels so right be so wrong?”

“Now I understand that you preferred Ravi to me in bed. Your body was no longer exclusively mine. You had been fully satisfied by my boss. I could never pleasure you the way Ravi could. Monisha….you would never be sexually satisfied with me ever again. But instead of your sacrifice if I sacrifice, then you could fulfill the yearning of love that you were talking about. You could also fulfill that childhood wish which every woman has. To meet the man of her dreams and Ravi definitely is the one for you.

“Rajiv you don’t know how much I love you.” Monisha said almost crying

“Monisha….You don’t know how much you want Ravi".

"Yesterday when Ravi was fucking you in this bed I was watching your every movement very carefully. Your movements were so intimate that I was thinking It wasn't just sex. It wasn't just fucking. It was making love".

I again saw tears in her eyes. “Tell me what should I do then?” She looked totally confused this time.

"I think you should phone Ravi right now and tell him that you want to leave me. Tell him that you want to stay with him for the rest of your life. See what he says. Don’t worry Monisha, no matter what happens, I will be there for you".

“You don’t want me Rajiv?” I know you hate me for sleeping with Ravi.

“I still want you very much Monisha…….and I don’t hate you for sleeping with Ravi.”

“Now, I just don’t want you to sacrifice Ravi for me. If Ravi wants to take you as his life partner I am willing to divorce you happily. If he can’t take you for any reason then I swear I can be a perfect cuckold husband too.” “I just don’t want you to stop for me now.”

“Don’t say like this Rajiv. I never wanted to hurt you like this. I just couldn’t control myself”

“Monisha…. I know Ravi is better than me in every aspect of life. He is rich, attractive, smart and very very hard to resist. He is also a very special human being and I am just an average guy. From the first day at the shopping mall you and Ravi were attracted. I tried my best to stop his advances towards you. But I failed every time. I wanted to stop him because I herd rumors about Ravi doing Sanjana and Ritikha both. But last night I realized Ravi’s attraction towards you is very much genuine. Ravi’s search for a beautiful and capable woman will end if he can have you completely.”

“I can’t leave you like this Rajiv. I can’t be that selfish. How Can I forget all those good times that we spend together in our married life”

You know Monisha, I always knew that life is a game. There is wining and there is losing. I just lost the game and he own. You are his precious prize and he really deserves it. It’s the rule of Mother Nature, that only the alpha male has the right to mate with the best female. I lost you in the battle of sex but lost from a far better player than me. I will try to take our matter like this.

“But Rajiv I never ……” Monisha tried to say something desperately. I stopped her by kissing her on her lips.

Please Monisha…………….I know…………I understand. It’s all in the game

(End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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