Adultery Kalpana & "Sir" by indian_exec2000

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"Let's wade in the water!" Kalpana pulled Shyam towards the sea. They were soon walking through ankle deep water. Kalpana paused to lift the hem of her sari to avoid getting it wet. For a while she walked awkwardly, holding her sari up in one hand. After a while she stopped again as her pallu started slipping off her shoulder. She pulled it tight over her left shoulder, wrapped it around her body and tucked the end into the waistband of her sari. Her right shoulder and half of her blouse was not covered by her pallu anymore. Shyam was delighted at the sight of her full bosom covered by her thin blouse. The large neckline of the blouse and the outline of her black lace bra under it was visible too. He pulled her playfully towards deeper water.


"Wait a minute!" Kalpana bent and lifted the hem of her sari and petticoat using both her hands, inadvertently allowing Shyam to peep deep into her cleavage. She tossed her head in mock anger as she noticed him eyeing her bosom. He admired her graceful movements as she tucked the hem of the sari and petticoat into her waistband. Her legs below the knees were now bare. She had shapely, hairless calves and slender ankles. The skin was a couple of shades lighter, since she never wore clothes that exposed her legs to the sun.

"Chaliye!"

"Let's go!" They waded forward till the water came midway up Kalpana's calves. After walking for a while they paused, looking out to the sea. The tide had started receding.

"Oooh!" Kalpana squealed as she felt the soft sand being washed out from under her feet. Suddenly feeling a little unsteady, she caught hold of Shyam's upper arm to support herself. Her bosom lightly brushed against his arm. A spark flew out from her breast to her pussy. Shyam too felt a faint stirring in his crotch. She continued to hold on to him as they walked through the calf deep water, her breast occasionally brushing against his arm. After a while, they came out of the water and she let go of his arm as they kept walking on soft sand. Their banter was still light hearted and casual, although there was now a distinct undertone of sexual tension. Kalpana told him about her participation in sports activities in college. He too shared his memories of playing badminton for his college team.

"I'll race you up to there! Let's see who wins!" He challenged her, pointing to the fallen trunk of a coconut tree about fifty meters away.

"Sir you're going to lose! Think again!"

"No way madam! Let's go! One... Two... Three!" They sprinted forward. Both were fit and active. Although Shyam was considerably older, he perhaps had more stamina, with the advantage of regular gym workouts, including cardio. He set the pace as Kalpana furiously tried to catch up. Realizing that she was getting winded, he slowed down a bit, letting her keep just a few feet behind him. When they finally reached the fallen tree trunk laughing and panting, he chivalrously let Kalpana beat him. They rested on the tree trunk to regain their breaths. Kalpana untucked her pallu, wiped sweat off her face and neck and fanned herself. She was fully conscious of his eyes staring at sweat trickling down her cleavage and dark wet circles of sweat under her arms. She pretended not to notice. She didn't really mind; she would perhaps have been miffed if he hadn't looked.

"Mera gala sookh gaya hai!"

"My throat is parched!" She announced.

They walked to a vendor selling tender coconuts in the distance. Kalpana asked the vendor to open a coconut with malai (coconut cream). They drank the cool, delicious water alternately, sharing the same straw, laughing at the gurgling sound that announced that the coconut was now empty. The vendor then cut the coconut open, fashioned a spoon out of the green outer skin and scbangd the translucent, jelly like cream into one half. They walked back to the fallen tree trunk. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth like a child, as Shyam fed coconut cream to her, using the spoon fashioned by the vendor. He didn't fancy the taste of the coconut cream, but still ate a few spoonful's, at her insistence.

A largish piece of coconut cream slipped out of her lips and oozed down to her chin. They both held still as it stuck precariously to her chin, unable to make up its mind whether to fall off or slide down her neck. Eventually, it slid down her neck, gaining speed as it reached her cleavage. Shyam deftly stopped it with his finger before it could disappear inside her blouse. Her body instantly reacted to his fleeting touch on her cleavage. Her breath caught, her heartbeat speeded up, her nipples stiffened and her eyes filmed over. She stared into his eyes, sucking on his finger as he fed her the piece of coconut cream. His cock too stiffened as he felt her tongue on his finger. He continued to feed her the remaining coconut cream, using his fingers. She closed her eyes and dreamed that she was licking semen off his cock as she kept licking coconut cream off his finger... He couldn't resist putting his wet finger on her stiff nipple as he spied it pushing up the thin fabric of her bra and blouse.

"Na! Yahan nahi!"

"No! Not here!" She whispered hoarsely.

The ambience between them was sexually charged as they walked back, unlike the light hearted and friendly atmosphere earlier in the morning. Her sari was once again deployed to its full length, covering her ankles; her pallu was demurely dbangd over both the shoulders. She walked a couple of steps behind him, sometimes struggling to catch up as he set a quick pace. They hardly talked.

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"Aaaiii!" Kalpana squealed when they were just about fifty feet away from the car. Something sharp had pricked her sole. Shyam held her by her elbow as she limped to the car.


"Dekhen!"

"Let me see!" He said as he knelt at her feet, after helping her sit on the boot of the car. He lifted her foot and gently brushed sand off her sole. He couldn't see anything.

"Let's go home. I'll be able to check better there." He said. She limped from the front porch to the living cum dining room.

"Theek ho?"

"Are you OK?"

"Thoda theek lag raha hai."

"I'm better." She was not in pain but wasn't sure whether she was fully OK.

"Chalo. Upar chalen!"

"Let's go upstairs!"

He guided her up the staircase. The staircase opened out into a large family room on the first floor. To the front were French windows leading to a sit-out above the porch. To the rear was a door leading to the bedroom with an attached toilet. The family room was furnished with a three seater sofa, two sofa chairs, a few pouffes and also an Indian style baithak (a large, stiff mattress stuffed with cotton; laid on the floor against a wall, covered with a clean white sheet and strewn with several bolsters and cushions).

She rushed into his arms and hugged him tight, burying her face against his chest, something she'd been wanting to do ever since she had set her eyes on him in the morning. Her body sagged as her knees buckled. He wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her to the sofa. He hoisted her up to seat her on the back rest. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Her soft breasts flattened against his chest as she tilted her head up, offering her half open lips for him to kiss. She moaned softly under her breath as Shyam took his pleasure, slowly licking and teasing her lips with his tongue, enticing her tongue out of her mouth and sucking on it, then chasing it back in. Once in a while he held her dainty chin between his teeth and nipped it lightly. His love play made her squirm with pleasure and heightened her arousal, leaving her panting. He slowly disentangled her hands encircling him, pulled off her pallu and wiped his sweaty face with it. He buried his face between her breasts and inhaled deeply, savouring the natural scent of her sweat. He was happy that she had followed his suggestion not to use any perfume or deodorant. As soon as he opened the hooks running down the front of her blouse, she reached behind and unfastened her bra, releasing her confined breasts and thrust them out. They throbbed and ached for his touch.

"Unnhhh..." She moaned, closing her eyes to savour the indescribable pleasure emanating from her breasts as he kneaded and fondled them to his heart's content. His fingers teased her nipples to full stiffness. Bending, he licked and suckled her nipples one after the other, occasionally holding them between his teeth and nipping lightly, eliciting little squeals of pleasure. Kalpana closed her eyes and panted, her arousal mounting by the minute.

He took her blouse off and held it against his face, sniffing and tasting the sweat soaked areas. He raised her arms above her head, kissing and licking her armpits one after the other. He was a connoisseur of female scent and was incredibly aroused by the ripe aroma of Kalpana's sweaty armpits, untainted by the smell of perfume or deodorant.

"Chalo bathroom mein. Tumhare pair mein kya gad gaya dekhte hain."

"Let's go to the bathroom and see what the matter with your foot is." Shyam whispered.

She shook her head in the negative; she guided his hand and pressed it on her mound, uttering a low moan. Her pussy was completely wet, inflamed with lust and impatient for Shyam's thick cock to stretch it open. She entreated him wordlessly with her lust filled eyes to fuck her there and then.

"Theek hai!"

"OK!" He grunted, realizing her urgency. His lust too reached a new high.

Kalpana placed her hands on the backrest and lifted her ass off, allowing Shyam to hike her sari and petticoat up around her waist, and then wrapped them around his neck once again. Her soaked panties were now exposed to his gaze. Her pretty camel toe was on full display through the translucent wet fabric. Hands trembling with passion, he struggled to pull her panties down but finally ripped them off impatiently. She stared greedily at his hard cock as he quickly stripped off his clothes. She spread her thighs apart and her fingers guided his drooling cockhead and seated it between her inflamed labia. Feeling the heat of her pussy on his cock, he gripped her hips and thrust in. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her hands around his shoulders, closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure as his cock lodged fully inside her. But Shyam slapped her cheeks and forced her to keep her eyes open.

"Dekh main kaise teri pyas bujhata hoon!"

"See how I slake your thirst!" He growled. She screamed in pleasure as he unleashed a series of hard pelvic thrusts, his cock reaming her cunt and his pubic bone stimulating her clit. It took no more than half a dozen of his powerful thrusts to trigger her orgasm, the first of many she was to experience that day. He held still and watched with great pleasure as she lived through her climax, her head tilted back, lips drawn back to expose her gleaming white teeth, her ragged, fragrant breath suffusing the atmosphere. He hadn't cum yet. His hard cock was still buried deep in her snatch when she finally came down to earth.

"Khush ho?"

"Happy?" He winked. She blushed and hid her face against his chest, rubbing it on his coarse chest hair. He could still feel her heart thudding. He waited a while for her breath to become normal again. Then with a loud sucking sound, he pulled out his hard cock, shiny with her plentiful secretions. Her juice continued to bubble out of her gaping pussy as they both stared, fascinated. He casually scooped out some of the fluid and licked it off his fingers. He really enjoyed the taste, scent and the sticky, gelatinous, lubricious texture of a healthy woman's secretions. He then offered some of it to Kalpana. She licked his fingers gingerly, not sure whether she would like it. She had tasted her own pussy for the first time in her life.

He pulled up a pouffe and settled down between her thighs while she sat on the back rest of the sofa. He then proceeded slowly and methodically to lick off her secretions. Shivers of pleasure continued to radiate from her pussy as he licked her inner lips. She ran her fingers through his short grey hair as he licked her cunt. Arrogantly self-assured about his own appearance, he never tried to hide his age by using subterfuges like hair dye. That self-assurance came through very naturally in his stance, the way he talked, the manner in which he conducted himself... That's what made him so irresistible to women.

"Itna bura bhi nahi lagta!"

"It doesn't taste too bad!" She thought, as he made her lick her fluids off his wet cheeks, her tongue making little rasping sounds against his stubble.

"Chalo. Ab meri safai karo!"

"Come. Clean me up!" He reclined on the baithak, and spread his legs apart. His hard, shiny wet cock beckoned her. She would have obeyed him even if she hadn't liked the taste of her own juices. How could she say no to her beloved "Sir"? She positioned herself between his legs and started licking his cock, starting at the base; first tentatively and then diligently, while he watched through half open eyes. She found that her juices tasted better off his cock. She continued to lick, suck and kiss his cockhead long after she'd licked him clean of her own secretions. She kept licking precum dribbling out of his pee slit. She enjoyed its taste even better than her own juices. For a long time, Shyam relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure of having his cock sucked by this sex crazed woman. The fact that the woman now totally in his thrall was the wife of another man made it all the more arousing. Occasionally, when he felt he was close to ejaculating, he pushed her head back to stop her for a while. He didn't want to cum yet...

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Over the years as Shyam had aged gracefully, his sex drive had remained high. However, his body hadn't been able to keep pace with his libido. He was no longer able to ejaculate every few hours as he could when he was young. Nowadays, once every couple of days was about the most that he could manage. However, with his good health and vigour, lovemaking skills honed over the years and supported by advances in medical science, he was able to maintain himself hard for long periods and extract the maximum possible pleasure, for himself as well as for his lucky lovers.


"Aao, tumhara pair check karte hain."

"Come, let's check your foot."

He led her through the bedroom to the attached toilet. The bedroom was small, with just enough room for a queen sized bed, a small wardrobe and a dresser. The toilet on the hand was quite big. There was a bathtub big enough for two, two separate his and hers washbasins, a shower stall, toilet, bidet and also a men's urinal off in a corner. The owner's wife hated the idea of men splashing pee all over the toilet seat...

Shyam ran some hot water in the bathtub and seated Kalpana on the edge, immersing her feet in the water. He fetched towels, soap and a hard bristled nylon brush, then seated himself on the opposite edge of the bathtub. Resting her foot in his lap, he used the brush to gently scrub it clean of the sand and then washed it with soap and water. Peering closely, he saw a sharp little piece of seashell embedded in the ball of her foot.

"Ouch!" She exclaimed as he pulled it off with a pair of tweezers. There was no blood.

"Ab tumhare pairon ki achchi safai karte hain!"

"Let's properly clean up your feet now!" He murmured.

He soaped her foot and scrubbed it all over, first gently and then with increasing vigour as she wriggled and alternated between squeals and laughter, trying to pull her foot out of his grasp while he held on tightly. He even managed to pull off a silver ring wrapped tight around her toe. That act was so appropriate; the toe ring was a symbol of her status as a married woman...

Having thoroughly cleaned and dried one foot, he repeated the process with her other foot too. He paused to admire the small size, dainty shape, well-formed arches and neatly trimmed toenails of her feet. They could do with a pedicure though, he thought, feeling the thickened skin of her heels. He made a mental note to arrange her appointment at his spa. His own feet were always immaculately pedicured, nails trimmed and smoothened. He washed and dried his feet too. He kissed her sole and then pressed it against the underside of his by now semi-hard cock. She lost herself in the waves of pleasure washing over her, as he continued to play with her feet...

He made her lie on the baithak, her shoulders propped up against a bolster. She was dressed in her sari and petticoat, her pallu loosely covering her bosom. Her blouse, bra and torn panty lay discarded on the floor. Fully naked, he sat on a pouffe at her feet, a bottle of body lotion by his side. He rested her foot in his lap and slowly massaged it with body lotion, once in a while rubbing his cock on her sole. She luxuriated in waves of pleasure as he slowly worked his way up her ankles and then to her calves, stopping at her knees and then working his way back to her foot. He repeated the process with her other leg. He then started caressing her legs with his foot, starting at her calf and working his way up her thigh almost up to her pussy and then down again on the other foot. She started moaning again and her pussy once again flooded. He made her raise her sari to her hips and spread her thighs apart, exposing her drooling cunt.

Sliding his foot up her thigh, he paused at junction of her thighs and ran his big toe up and down her slit. Her labia parted a little and he stroked them with his toe.

"Nnnhh..." She moaned breathily as her pussy responded to the novel sensation of being stimulated by his toe. He even tried to fuck her with his big toe but just about managed to insert it an inch deep. He fed his wet toe into her mouth and made her suck it clean. He kept doing this many times. He also ran his foot over her torso, caressing her soft belly and full breasts. He tried to pinch her nipple between his toes but was not dextrous enough...

He knelt over her, his knees straddling her chest and fed his cock into her mouth. She held his shaft as her lips and tongue lovingly kissed and licked his cockhead till she made him fully hard again.

"Aao!"

"Come!" He lay flat on his back and made her straddle his hips. He held his cock and helped her to snag his cockhead between her inner labia.

"Aaanhh..." She sighed in ecstasy as she sank down and impaled herself on his hard cock. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, while he grasped her full breasts in his hands. She then started moving her hips forward and back, causing his cock to slide in and out of her pussy, igniting little sparks inside her. Once in a while she moved a little sideways too, making his cock rub against hitherto untouched areas of her pussy. Shyam kept kissing and licking her lips while his hands squeezed and fondled her breasts and once in a while pinched and slapped her ass. She started panting and perspiring profusely with her exertions. Although she was in a constant state of sexual arousal and came close to climaxing several times, she found that she just couldn't get off in the woman on top position. She was forced to pause.

"Aap hi poora kijiye."

"Please finish." She whispered.

Without disengaging his cock, Shyam flipped her over on her back and leaned over her. She placed her hands over her head and lay spread-eagled, wordlessly offering her body for his pleasure. As she bore his full weight on top of her and absorbed the force of his lusty thrusts against her mound and thighs, the act of surrendering her body to him triggered a massive orgasm. As was is wont, he paused for a while to enjoy her going through a convulsive orgasm and then resumed his hard thrusts, plumbing the depths of her tight, inflamed cunt, deriving utmost pleasure in the knowledge that he was ravishing another man's wife who had willingly offered herself to him. They lost count of the number of times she climaxed, until he finally allowed himself to go over the cliff and ejaculated deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, panting and completely out of breath. Both were perspiring profusely.

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After a long while, his cock softened and slipped out of her pussy. A flood of their combined secretions oozed out and further soiled the already damp sheet covering the baithak. Shyam lay on his back by her side, his eyes closed. He dozed off, savouring the memories of their coupling. He woke up a quarter of an hour later to find Kalpana wiping his face with her pallu. She had already cleaned herself up and put on her bra and blouse. Shyam got up and dragged her to the bathroom. He made her wash his crotch and thighs with soap and water. His cockhead stung when she soaped it. He splashed water on her as she rinsed him off with a hand shower. Her black lace bra and dark aureoles were clearly visible under her wet blouse. She pushed away his hands as he tried to grope her breasts and wrapped her pallu snugly around her, covering herself up securely. She looked at him admiringly as he dried himself with a towel and dressed.


"Bahut bhookh lagi hai."

"I'm very hungry."

"Haan. Chalo neeche jakar dekhte hain khane ka kya intezam hai."

"Yes. Let's go downstairs and see what's for lunch." He led the way downstairs.

The caretaker had withdrawn discreetly after placing lunch on the dining table. They washed down with ice cold beer a delicious, hot lunch of fried pomfret, prawn curry and rice and rounded it off with a dessert of rice payasam cooked with jaggery and coconut milk.

Although neither of them was accustomed to having a siesta, the morning's exertions followed by a great lunch made them so drowsy that they retired to the bedroom and slipped into a deep sleep, comfortable in each other's proximity. It was late in the afternoon when they woke up, refreshed.

"Time to go!" Shyam looked at his watch.

"Nnnn... Mujhe kahin nahi jana. Bas yahin rehna hai aapki bahon mein lipat kar."

"Nnnn... I don't want to go anywhere. I want to be right here, in your arms." She protested, snuggling up against him and tightening her arms around his neck. They continued to kiss and caress each other for a long time. At last, she released him reluctantly, satiated for now...

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This story is about an extramarital liaison between two consenting adults. There is no cheating involved, at least on the woman's part. Her husband knows about it; indeed initially he has instigated her and she has continued it with his passive acquiescence, if not his active encouragement. Those who are offended by this situation need not read further. This is a work of fiction based on facts. I leave it to my readers to sift fact from fiction.

I would like to tell my readers that those searching for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding.

Although I have tried to make this story self-contained as far as possible, I request you to read my Swati series to better appreciate it. To summarize: Swati is Shyam's childhood friend and is a few years older than him. She seduced Shyam when he was just nineteen and was his first lover. Their affair continued off and on for several years until he got married. They have kept in touch long after the affair amicably ended.

Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded in italics followed immediately with an English translation. Those familiar with Hindi may find it rewarding to read the original. Others can conveniently skip those parts.

Your vote and constructive feedback is appreciated.

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It was mid-morning on a Friday, several days after Shyam and Kalpana's last meeting in Alibaug. Her hubby Kapil wasn't yet back in town. His out station assignment had gotten extended by a week.


"Oh hello, Shyam! What a pleasant surprise!"

Shyam and Kalpana were sitting in the coffee shop of a downtown luxury hotel discussing the action plans of their marketing project when they were suddenly interrupted by a clear, high voice calling out to him. A smile broke out on his face as he rose to greet the owner of the voice.

"Swati! You look great! As ever!"

"You too!" Swati hugged Shyam and they rubbed cheeks and exchanged air kisses, while Kalpana looked on with an amused expression.

"Meet Kalpana, my business associate. And this is Swati, my childhood friend!" Shyam did the introductions and Swati graciously accepted his invitation to have a cup of coffee. The two women surreptitiously sized each other up while Shyam and Swati exchanged pleasantries.

Her observant eye caught Kalpana's dreamy sidelong glances at him even as Swati and Shyam chatted. She knew immediately that Kalpana was smitten by Shyam. She also noted from the sindoor in her hair parting and the mangalsutra worn around her neck that Kalpana was married.

"Hmm... how interesting!" Swati mused. But she couldn't be sure how much Shyam was into Kalpana. His bland, affable manner revealed nothing. Her protective, almost maternal instincts towards Shyam were immediately awakened. Although they had long ago ceased to be lovers, Swati continued to take an interest in Shyam's life. While Shyam was the last person to kiss and tell, he hadn't been able to hide many of his dalliances from her sharp eye and probing mind. She not only knew about his (s)exploits, she took pride in his many conquests, just like a mother or a coach would take pride in her ward bringing trophies home.

So, while ostensibly showing interest in the marketing project being discussed between Shyam and Kalpana, Swati set about unobtrusively to scrutinize her. It was obvious to her that Kalpana was infatuated with Shyam; but what kind of an animal was this young woman? Was she a mere gold digger trying to further her career by becoming intimate with him? Or was she perhaps an unstable, obsessive type who could lose her balance and thereby pose a threat to him? Above all, was she hot enough to sustain her Shyam's interest? She wasn't surprised at Kalpana's married status; she knew Shyam's penchant for married lovers. Nor was she shocked that Kalpana appeared to be young enough to be his daughter. She knew first-hand how irresistible Shyam was to women of all ages...

Swati noted Kalpana's down to earth attitude, self-confidence, articulateness and easy familiarity with facts and figures, all indicators of a sharp, lively intelligence. She also noted Kalpana's attractive features and well-endowed womanly attributes, well concealed as they were by her crisply ironed sari wrapped securely around her shoulders. No doubt Kalpana was dressing to please Shyam, Swati thought, knowing how much he appreciated sari clad women. She could see that Kalpana was just the kind of woman Shyam would be attracted to.

"Hmm... Not bad! " Swati mused. She found herself warming up to Kalpana. "Are they doing it?" She wondered. "Must find out!"

On her part, Kalpana had to acknowledge that Swati did indeed look great. Although she was in her sixties, the years had been kind to her (aided perhaps by the skills of an expensive plastic surgeon). Except for crows' feet at the corners of her eyes, her face was almost unlined and her complexion was clear; her eyes sparkled and she had a ready laugh, sounding like the tinkling of a bell. She wore an off-white handloom silk sari and an expensive pearl necklace that complemented her almost fully white hair, cut fashionably short. She wore no obvious makeup. She looked every inch the patrician, wealthy, successful businesswoman that she was. Kalpana too took an instant liking for Swati.

"Come, give me company while I powder my nose!" Swati invited.

Both women rose and proceeded to the ladies room, chatting amiably. Kalpana felt very comfortable in Swati's company. She told Swati about her education and career and was soon sharing titbits about her family. Swati too talked about her business and her family. She reminisced about her childhood memories of Shyam and about how she had witnessed him grow from strength to strength. On her part Kalpana described in glowing terms her association with Shyam.

"Is he a hard boss?" Swati enquired innocently. Kalpana's heart skipped a beat as the word "hard" conjured up some very graphic images.

"Not at all! Although Sir is very demanding, he is also very kind and considerate!" Kalpana responded after the briefest hesitation. Swati didn't miss the hesitation and the quick blush spreading on Kalpana's face. She was now certain that they were indeed having an affair. She was determined to probe deeper.

"Kalpana dear, I'm rather busy today, but I would love to have lunch with you tomorrow." Swati invited and Kalpana accepted. They returned to the coffee shop and joined Shyam just as he finished a long call and called for the check.

"I have to go now Shyam, but we must meet while I am in Mumbai. Do call me soon!" Swati placed a restraining hand on his shoulder as he started to rise to say goodbye. She then leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips. The kiss lasted just a little longer than the casual kisses that are often exchanged between high society men and women.

Kalpana's heart sank and the pit of her stomach knotted as she witnessed Swati kissing Shyam on his lips. Kalpana had become used to seeing cosmopolitan, upper class men and women in Mumbai casually hugging and exchanging air kisses and occasionally even locking lips. Although she knew that such public displays of affection didn't necessarily signify anything deeper, she nevertheless cringed inwardly whenever she witnessed them. And now, the brazen display of intimacy between Swati and Shyam left her aghast. Although Swati's kiss had been completely spontaneous, she did notice the look of utter consternation on Kalpana's face.

"Ciao! See you tomorrow!" Swati trilled, with a knowing smile on her face and then walked briskly away on her errand.

Spontaneous or deliberate, Swati's little kiss confirmed to Kalpana that there was indeed more than just friendship between Swati and her "Sir". She was taken aback by her own visceral reaction. She knew very well that Shyam was a worldly man; she was well aware of his reputation as a womanizer. She also knew that she had no rights over him; being married, he belonged to his wife, not to her. And yet, she couldn't suppress the sharp stab of jealousy and insecurity that pierced her heart.

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Unlike many men, Shyam had very sensitive antennae when it came to detecting women's moods and emotions. He immediately sensed Kalpana's turmoil, much as she tried to conceal it. He was simultaneously amused as well as concerned for her. He also felt a little uneasy; Kalpana's twinge of jealousy did not bode well for the future of their relationship. But above all, he felt a surge of pride that a hot young woman, half his age and married to another man should be so possessive about him. He also understood that Kalpana needed to be reassured.


"Swati is my childhood friend. Long ago, we were lovers. In fact, she was my first lover. But now, we are just good friends. Does that upset you?" Shyam asked, looking into Kalpana's eyes. She averted her eyes and remained silent. She was stunned by his directness but was nevertheless relieved that the matter was now out in the open.

"Kalpana, you are my lover now!" He whispered in her ear. A surge of happiness and pride coursed through her as she heard him describe her thus. She was not just a use-and-discard fuck-toy after all! She also felt an odd thrill that she belonged to a long line of women whom "Sir" had favoured with his attentions. She felt proud, almost honoured to be part of this privileged sorority.

"Yes... I... I was upset when I saw Swati Madam ki... kiss you... But now I am OK." She gathered her thoughts and responded after a long silence. She blushed, looking down.

"Yes, that was very naughty of her. I think she did it just to tease you!" Then he held her by her chin, raised her face and swooped down to plant a quick but intimate kiss on her lips.

"There! You are even now!" He exclaimed. Although it had hardly lasted a second, that kiss turned her topsy-turvy. She was simultaneously aghast at this public display of affection, thrilled at his affirmation of their intimacy, ashamed to be made a spectacle of and afraid that someone known to her hubby might have seen the act.

"Please nahi Sir! Yeh aapne kya kar diya!"

"Please don't, Sir! Look what you've done!" She protested in a feeble voice. However, she could not control her body's reaction to his kiss. She felt a surge of arousal. Her breath caught, nipples stiffened, and pussy gushed slippery fluid and moistened her panties. She broke into a sweat and clasped her hands tightly together in her lap, to stop them from trembling. She couldn't dare to look up.

His observant eye didn't miss her reaction to his quick kiss. He could almost smell her arousal, and his cock stiffened in response. He simply ignored her verbal protests. Being as always a man of action, a plan quickly crystallized in his mind. He called the hotel reception and wondered whether he could use his usual suite for a few hours. Being a powerful and influential man and a long standing patron of the hotel, he could always count on their utmost efforts to satisfy his sometimes quirky requests.

Their meeting that day was to be a strictly business affair. No hanky-panky had been planned. Kalpana was panic stricken as she heard Shyam talking to the hotel reception. She understood exactly what "Sir" had in mind. First the public kiss and now he was going to fuck her! She suddenly felt ashamed as she pictured herself walking with "Sir" to the elevators. The whole coffee shop would know what "Sir" was going to do to her, having witnessed their public kiss. And yet, underlying the fear and shame, she could not deny feeling a thrill as she imagined a dozen pairs of eyes looking at them with knowing smiles.

"Nahi Sir! Aisa mat kijiye. Mujhe ab jaane dijiye."

"No Sir! Please don't do this. Let me go now." She protested feebly. Her protests fell on deaf ears. Yet, she couldn't summon up the will to simply get up and walk away.

"I am very sorry Sir. Your usual suite is occupied. Would another suite be OK?" The girl at the reception called back shortly, naming a suite usually reserved for visiting high dignitaries. Upon getting his assent, she promised to have it ready for use in twenty minutes.

"You are so hot and sexy! Do you want to feel how hard you've made me?" His voice was low. She immediately shrank back, afraid that he might pull her hand on to his crotch.

"Don't worry! I'll never make you do anything you don't want to. But if you do want to do it, I won't stop you either!" He chuckled under his breath. She blushed as she remembered when once she had put her hand in his lap while they had been sitting in a restaurant.

"Sir, aap please mujhe jaane dijiye. Main sharam se mar jaungi!"

"Sir, please let me go. I'll die of shame." She entreated, to no avail.

As they waited, he described in a low voice, using explicit language what he intended to do to her as soon as they were alone. Her ears burned in embarrassment as she listened to his crude language. "Why am I still sitting here and letting a "paraya mard" (forbidden / illicit man) take such liberties with me when even my hubby has never talked to me thus?" She asked herself. And yet she couldn't deny the exponential rise in her sexual arousal as her body responded to his whispered words and the manly scent of his body as she sat close to him. "You need his cock in your cunt right now!" The Devil whispered in her ear as she pressed her hand on her wildly fluttering heart...

As soon as he got a confirmation that their suite was ready, Shyam wrote down the number of the suite on a card and gave it to her. "I am going up to the suite. Why don't you take a stroll in the shopping arcade and then come up in a quarter hour?" He suggested as he helped her out of her seat. He knew she would be embarrassed if they were seen walking out together by the people in the coffee shop.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"What a hot little wench!" He mused as he walked away. "Isn't she a bit of an exhibitionist?" He wondered, recalling how she had responded in the past when he had fondled her breasts in a restaurant, or when he had stroked her naughty nipple at an open beach as it poked out of her thin blouse, made translucent by her sweat... On both the occasions, although there was no way anybody could have actually seen their love play, he had stopped as soon as she had told him to. But the mere possibility of discovery had been enough to ignite her passion and boost her arousal sky high! The sex they had had thereafter had been amazing! And today, after seeing her hair-trigger response to his fleeting kiss in public, he just couldn't wait to meet her in his suite.


***

Kalpana shook her head in anger and disbelief as she watched him walk away. "What an arrogant bastard! How dare he expect me to follow him whenever he crooks his finger! Like an obedient bitch!!" Her anger flared as her arousal waned. He was no longer near her to keep it stoked. She was angry with "Sir" for treating her like his plaything, available at his beck and call. But more than that she was angry with herself. "Why have I let him dominate me so? He keeps popping up into my thoughts all the time! Why have I let him hold such power over me? I have to shake off his hold and breathe free!" She kept thinking as she repeatedly splashed cold water on her face in the ladies room. "Must go home." She decided. She stepped out of the hotel and started walking towards Churchgate station, a good twenty minutes away. "A walk in the hot Mumbai sun will clear my head." She thought.

As she walked at a brisk pace in the hot and humid Mumbai air, she soon started sweating profusely. Memories of her association with Shyam welled up before her mind's eye and her pace gradually slowed to a stroll. She remembered the long hours she'd spent with him in the Trident office. She acknowledged how much she'd learnt from him professionally, during their long interactions late in the evenings. She remembered his glances at her: they had never felt intrusive, instead they'd felt more like gentle caresses. She recalled how much she used to look forward to meeting him and how she used to freshen up her makeup and spritz eau de cologne on her clothes, just to make herself more attractive for him. She had to admit that there was truth in her hubby's observation that she was perhaps falling for "Sir", although at that time she had angrily denied it. She also recalled many incidents that demonstrated how considerate he always was...

And the sex! It had always been mind-blowing! Her heart somersaulted as she recalled the many passion filled hours she had spent in his arms... He had always ensured that she climaxed at least once, even while he used her to satisfy his own cravings, kinky as they sometimes were. Even her hubby had sometimes left her high and dry, although they had generally had a pretty decent sex life. But sex with "Sir" had been on a different plane altogether! Although initially he had used a bit of coercion, she had forgiven him, knowing that he had done it only to break through her resistance and shake her out of her ambivalence - a part of her was wildly attracted to him while another part simultaneously tried to distance herself from him, in an effort to preserve her virtue. On her own, she would never have been able to confront her ambivalence and make a hard choice. She accepted that she had no regrets for what they had experienced together and for that, he deserved the credit. Although she would never admit it even to herself, the fact was that her submission to his will relieved her of the burden of responsibility for her affair and salved her conscience, thus freeing her to enjoy the carnal pleasures he so generously shared with her, without any guilt! Her anger slowly subsided and she gradually regained her equilibrium. While she was still firm in her resolve to break off their affair, she realized that it would be extremely rude and churlish if she were just to walk out on him. At the very least, she owed him an explanation and a decent goodbye...

All of a sudden she realized that she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going. Lost in her thoughts, she had missed a couple of turns and walked rather far from Churchgate. She hailed a taxi.

"Kahan jana hai madam?"

"Where to, madam?" The cabbie asked.

"Hotel XXX." She responded unthinkingly. She could very well have conveyed her farewell message over the phone and gone home, but her subconscious mind had already decided to meet him face to face. More than an hour had passed since Shyam had taken her leave in the coffee shop. Her pulse started racing as the cab approached the hotel...

***

Shyam could imagine what must have been going through Kalpana's mind. So he was not too surprised at her tardiness. He made good use of his time, making several business calls and applying his mind to the many issues that needed his attention. He never had a doubt that she would show up eventually. Even so, his heartbeat quickened and he felt arousal course through his loins when he heard a timid knock on the door.

"Ah! You must've been out in the sun!" He greeted her as he took in her visage. "Do come in!"

In her rush to meet "Sir", she hadn't even stopped by in the ladies room to freshen up. She was sweating profusely. Rivulets of sweat trickled down her face, down her throat and under her pallu. Strands of her dishevelled hair stuck wetly to her forehead and cheek. The heat of the sun had reddened her face and she was panting. Her eyes had a peculiarly intense look in them. He on the other hand was cool as a cucumber. His sensitive nostrils flared as they picked up the feminine scent of her sweaty body. He offered her a cold glass of water and watched her gulp it down thirstily. She looked so attractive, sexy and vulnerable that he forgave her for the delay, forgetting the little annoyance that she had caused him. While still firm on her resolve to tell him her decision to end their affair, she couldn't suppress an involuntary shiver of excitement and fear as he loomed over her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He cut her off in mid-sentence and pulled her to him. She lost her balance and crashed against him, her handbag flew off and landed heavily on the carpet.


"Chhodiye... Chhodiye mujhe..."

"Release me... release me..." She kept protesting as she struggled to free herself from his tight embrace, her hands trapped between their bodies. He was too strong for her and she eventually stopped her futile struggle. As soon as he loosened his hold, she started hitting his chest with her fists. He just stood there with his arms on his sides, letting her vent her anger. Soon, all her anger had drained away and she just stood panting heavily, her face red with exertion and a wild look in her eyes as she stared at him. Her pallu had fallen off her shoulder and her heaving bosom was on full display. The tops of her plump breasts and the deep cleavage between them peeped out of the neckline of her white cotton blouse. Her defiant show of resistance had merely succeeded in awakening the devil in him. He chuckled under his breath as he took in her visage.

"Na... na..."

"No... no..." She kept whispering, her eyes closed, as his finger traced a line across her face, slowly caressing her forehead, cheek and chin, then running lightly over her parted lips. She opened her eyes and lightly held his finger between her teeth, gazing at him. She shivered as his finger continued its leisurely trace down her throat and on to her exposed chest, briefly dipping into her sweaty cleavage.

She summoned up her last reserves of resistance and pushed him away, realizing that she was once again falling under his spell. But he was prepared for this. He quickly spun her around so that her back was now towards him. He easily forced her hands behind her. He threaded his forearm between her back and her arms and locked both her elbows together, using his elbow. Although she struggled to free herself, her hands were now locked helplessly behind her and her beautiful, full breasts were thrust out for him to do as he pleased.

"You are a real wildcat today aren't you? What are you going to do now, eh?" He taunted her as he thrust his hips forward and let her feel his erection brush against her. He then slowly walked her forward till they stood before the dresser mirror.

"See what a sexy, hot little bitch you are! You think I am going to just let you go after you've walked into my den and provoked me so?" He whispered into her ear as his hand lightly caressed her out-thrust breasts. Still holding her arms behind her, he turned her head sideways and captured her full lips between his.

Locked helplessly in his grip, the last vestiges of her resistance dissolved. She felt a load lift off her shoulders as she submitted to his will and lost herself in the waves of pleasure welling up in her body due to his persistent sweet onslaught. She opened her lips and let his probing tongue invade her mouth to play with her tongue.

"Nnnhh... Nnnhh..." She moaned softly as he fondled her breasts. She could see in the mirror everything he was doing to her. Soon he had opened the hooks running down the front of her blouse. His hand thrust into her bra and kneaded and fondled her bare breast. She slowly slumped against him, as her arousal mounted. He released his grip on her arms -- it was no longer necessary. He unfastened her bra strap and pushed the cups up, freeing her heavy breasts. Although her hands were now free of his grip, they were still were trapped between their bodies behind her. He guided one of her hands to his crotch and she was soon caressing his cock over his trousers.

"They are mine! I can do whatever I want with them!" He whispered in her ear as his hands kneaded both her breasts. He rolled, pinched and twisted her stiff nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.

"Yess!" She responded breathily as he nipped her on her jaw line, her eyes looking at their reflection in the mirror, her arousal rising further.

"Let me see if your cunt is ready for my cock!" He whispered lewdly. He raised the hem of her sari and petticoat with one hand, till her panty covered pussy was uncovered. She blushed with shame as he cupped her mound with his other hand and then ran his finger up and down her slit, driving her panties between her outer labia. Her panties were soaked with her secretions and her crease clearly showed through the translucent wet fabric.

"Hmm..." He appreciatively sniffed his moist finger and then held it in front of her mouth for her to lick. He eased her panties down her legs and exposed her shaved pussy. Her hairless outer lips glistened with her secretions. He nudged the dresser stool near her and placed one of her feet on it. Her outer lips spread apart and her inflamed red inner labia were now on full display. Her hands were loosely dbangd around his neck and she leaned back on him for support as he stood behind her. He started sliding his forefinger up and down her slit and then thrust it into her vagina.

"Ahh... Ahh... Unhh... Unhh..." She moaned, pushing her pelvis to meet his thrusts as he fingered her. Soon his middle finger joined his forefinger and she hit the first of her many climaxes as his thumb rubbed against her clit. He twisted his middle finger around his forefinger and continued to finger fuck her vigorously.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Aaaiii... Uiimaaa..." She kept moaning as his twisted fingers produced the most extraordinary sensations she had ever experienced as they continued to ream her cunt. She lost count of how many times she climaxed. In the beginning, she had stared in fascination at the mirror, witnessing how his fingers were ravishing her pussy. But the waves of climaxes rolling in one after the other had robbed her of the strength even to keep her eyes open. Finally, she had had enough and pulled his fingers out. Tears streamed out of her eyes and quiet sobs wracked her frame as she slowly recovered from her orgasmic high. She opened her eyes and smiled shyly as she saw him looking at her through the mirror.

"I am ready to fuck you now!" He whispered.

"I need to go to the bathroom!" She suddenly realized that her bladder was full. He placed her raised foot down on the floor and then released her. But her knees buckled and she started to slide to the floor. Her legs had lost their strength due to the intense climaxes she had just experienced. She was in no condition to walk on her own. He supported her under her armpits and walked her to the bathroom. She barely had the strength to hold her sari up as she slumped down on the toilet seat. He stood around in the toilet, not sure whether she would be able to manage on her own. He heard a hissing sound as she emptied her bladder, great relief washing over her face. She let him dab her pussy dry, spreading her legs apart to give him access. He helped her up and she stood on her feet, still a bit wobbly.

"Mai ab theek hoon!"

"I am OK now!" She said shyly.

"Suck my cock and make me hard again!" He commanded her as they returned to the bedroom.

She unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers and boxer shorts down his legs. His drooling cock had lost some of its hardness. He sat on the dresser stool, sitting at an angle to the mirror. He wanted her to be able to see herself sucking his cock. He pulled off her open blouse and bra, so that her upper body was completely naked. He then seated her on her knees between his legs, wrapped her hair around his fingers and guided her mouth to his cock as she held his shaft in her hands. She had grown to love sucking his cock. She leaned forward, breathed in the intoxicating male odour of his crotch and began by planting little kisses and licks on his cock head.

"Unkk... unkkk..." She moaned through her nose as she slid his crown into her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth. He started jerking his hips in step with her movements. He let her control his penetration with her hands. He didn't want her to gag. A sticky, lubricious mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum was soon oozing out of the corners of her mouth and trickling down her chin. A few drops fell on her naked breasts. He suddenly pulled out with a popping sound and held her face in his hands as she looked at him questioningly. He mopped some of the juice trickling out of her mouth with his finger and made her lick it clean. He then held his cock in his other hand and caressed her face with his wet cock head, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum on her forehead, closed eyelids, cheeks and chin and smeared her lips with his pre-cum before allowing her to resume pleasuring his cock. He was marking his territory, asserting his right to do with her whatever he wanted. She perhaps understood this and accepted it unhesitatingly.

He enjoyed the pleasure of her mouth sucking and licking his cock for a long while. Every once in a while, when on the brink of ejaculation, he would pull out of her mouth and make her lick and suck his testicles instead, before again thrusting his cock in her mouth. As she fellated him, she stared into his eyes and experienced a series of little climaxes, knowing how much pleasure she was giving her master. Once in a while she glanced sideways into the mirror to see a wanton woman kneeling before her lover in an attitude of total submission, her full lips wrapped around his thick glistening cock as it moved in and out of her mouth. Her surrender was complete.

He was at last ready to fuck her. He pulled out of her mouth and rose, helping her to her feet. He quickly stripped off her sari and petticoat. She was now completely naked while he still had his shirt on.

"Aao!"

"Come!" He whispered. He turned her around so that both faced the mirror. He sat on the dresser stool while she stood, her legs straddling him. He made her lean forward and lower herself on his cock. He supported her by her hips, taking some of her weight off her legs. She could see his hard cock within kissing distance of her open labia but her legs trembled so badly that she just wasn't able to take his cock in. Finally he made her stand and bend forward, resting her hands on the dresser for support. He spread her feet apart, bent his knees and lined up his cock with her pussy. She guided it in with her fingers and sighed with pleasure as he slowly thrust himself in, his thick cock finally stretching open her pussy deliciously. After thrusting into her pussy a few times in the standing position, he sat down on the dresser stool, pulling her into his lap, her legs splayed open to straddle his thighs. Both faced the mirror and could see his cock lodged inside her. He let her do all the hard work of rocking back and forth, up and down, as they both enjoyed the visual treat of his cock driving in and out of her cunt. He took pleasure of her lush body, kissing her mouth, biting her plump shoulder, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples at will. Her excitement slowly built up but her legs soon got tired and she just couldn't keep up. He then helped her by thrusting up from below and rubbing her clit with his finger till the dam finally broke and her orgasm spilled over. She collapsed against him, panting heavily and bathed in sweat. His hard cock was still lodged deep inside her cunt.

He let her rest and regain her breath for a few minutes. He then pulled out of her with a sucking sound and led her by her hand to the expensive silk carpet laid on the floor of the sitting area. He quickly fetched a sheet from the bed, spread it on the carpet and made her lie down on it. He fetched a pillow and placed it under her ass. He knelt over her and nudged his cock into her mouth again and made her lick it to full hardness. He then spread her thighs wide apart and knelt between them. Her labia opened up like the petals of a flower and clear, sticky liquid trickled out as she waited with bated breath for his cock to re-claim her cunt for itself.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." He growled as he thrust his cock in, guided by her fingers, lodging it deep inside her. She folded her legs at her knees and spread her thighs wide, her hips raised by the pillow under her ass, offering her most secret passage for his pleasure. She folded her hands over her head and sighed with pleasure as he slowly withdrew and then thrust in again, probing the depth of her cunt. She tightened her vaginal muscles to grip his shaft at the base as he thrust in fully and then relaxed as he withdrew. Having established a rhythm, he slowly increased the speed and the force of his thrusts until he was pummelling her pussy like a sledgehammer.

She winced in pain as the first few of his thrusts hit hard against her cervix. But soon enough, the pain subsided as her pussy stretched and moulded itself to accommodate his cock, and released more lubrication. She was delirious with passion as his rampaging cock ravished her defenceless cunt, his hands took the pleasure of her full breasts and stiff nipples, while his lips and tongue plundered her mouth. Both of them started panting and became bathed in sweat as he continued to fuck her hard. The room rang with the sounds of his grunts, her moans and screams and the obscene slurping and farting sounds emanating from her cunt. Slowly a tide rose in his loins as he continued to slam into her and then the surf broke as he finally spurted his thick spunk into her welcoming pussy. She kept experiencing a series of little climaxes as he fucked her energetically, until they merged with each other to form an almost continuous state of utter bliss. She was completely drained and spent when he finally unloaded his semen deep inside her. She was tired, happy and yes, relieved when it was over.

"Aaj ka maza kuchh aur hi tha!"

"Today was something else!" He whispered, as they cuddled together, pecking her lips. They had cleaned up and lay on the bed. She had dbangd her sari but he had refused to let her wear her blouse and bra. He wore only his boxer shorts. His fingers strayed under her pallu and played with her nipples.

"H'm..." She responded dreamily, running her fingers through his coarse grey chest hair.

"Kal Swatiji ne lunch pe bulaya hai."

"Swati has invited me to lunch tomorrow." She named the restaurant. It was not very far from the hotel.

"Achha!"

"Really!" He responded, intrigued.

"Mujhe mil ke jana."

"Meet me before you go." He was going to make sure that she was well primed for the lunch meeting.

"Ji! Kahaan?"

"OK! Where?"

"Yahin. Lekin merey hamesha ke suite mein. Hamesha ke waqt par."

"Right here. But in my usual suite. At the usual hour."

It was a Saturday the next day. She knew he would finish his usual Saturday workout at the hotel's health club by 8:30 in the morning. That would give him several hours to give her a proper workout, before her lunch appointment...

***

[Rajesh]

Gud story plzz continue

[koolme98]

this is so hot a story... thanks for sharing

[Mampi]

amazing story