Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys - a continuation by alighieri

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys - a continuation

Written by alighieri

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As I stood meekly at the shuttered exit, Asif ambled down the stairs.


"Memsaab, it will be easier if you don't resist"

My mind was in a turmoil as thoughts swirled in my head. What the hell have I done?! How do I get out from here? How do I negotiate with this brute?

In a flash, he was onto me. I tried to resist but my meagre strength was no match to his burly strength.

"Come memsaab, let's go to my room and have some fun". He grabbed my hand and dragged me.

"Asif, please, Asif..please let me go..please!" I begged and pleaded trying hard to wriggle out of his grasp.

He sniggered arrogantly. "Arrey memsaab do you think I'm a fool. After days I have seen a dick raising woman like you in town. Let's have some fun"

I kept pleading with him and managed to wriggle out of his grip"

Not taking any chances, he picked me up into his arms and carried me across the
store towards his room.

He saw my sweaty and distressed face and said "Memsaab relax, it'll be fun. Trust me. After seeing you getting banged doggy style in that video, your video has become my favourite video. I have jerked off to it so many times. In fact I jerk off to it more times than I have sex with my wife "

He carried me to a room at the back which had a bed and TV. It had no windows and was sparsely furnished.

He dropped me on the bed and started undressing. I sat quietly on the corner of the bed ruminating over my wretched fate as he removed his large, baggy kurta exposing his burly yet fit torso and hairy chest. He was powerfully built. A shiver ran down my spine as I took in the size of his body. This man was huge.

I stared at his body transfixed as he undid his pyjama and let it fall to the floor. I could clearly see the massive tent in his boxers.

"Oh my god!" I audibly gasped as he pulled his boxers off, revealing a rock hard 8 inch rod. It was thick and I could see pre-cum already oozing from the tip.

"Do you like what you see memsaab?" he smiled. It was the smile of a man who was confident of his physical attributes.

I averted my eyes and stared at the floor, emotionless. For this ordeal to end quickly, I needed to remain in control of my emotions. I had to be cold and calculated. I needed to get this man to cum with the least effort and involvement from my side.

"I never thought a day would come when you would be sitting on my bed in a slutty dress like this " he said, as he plonked himself next to me.

I shivered as his rough hands rubbed against my soft skin. His arm was around my shoulders, as he pulled me towards his naked torso. Our thighs touched as I was pulled closer.

He groaned in pleasure at the touch of my soft skin. He pulled the strap of my dress off my shoulder. When he had pulled it halfway down, I grabbed his hand and pushed it away.

He flew into a rage "Slut! I am treating you with respect and you have been behaving like a petulant bitch!". He grabbed my face into his hands and made me look into his eyes. "I just want to have some fun. If you choose to comply like you do with your other lovers, you will be fine. Regardless I intend to fuck you either way. Do you understand?"

I could see the rage in his eyes. I was sure to be taken roughly if I pissed this man off anymore. I had no option but to comply.

I nodded meekly.

"Good" he bellowed. "Now get down between my legs and suck my cock"

I slithered down from the bed and knelt down between his legs and wondered if it would have been better (even enjoyable) had I not angered him so much. He grabbed my hands and wrapped them around his dick.

It was a massive penis. My palm could barely wrap around it. Asif groaned in
delight when I touched it.

"Now jerk me off" he motioned waving his hand up and down.

I slowly pumped his cock as his pre-cum oozed onto my hands.
I jerked him off mechanically. He enjoyed it for a while and realised that I was just giving him the bare minimum. He pulled my hands off his cock roughly and seethed in anger

"Listen to me memsaab. This is the last time I'll tell you. You either willingly pleasure me or I'll strip your clothes off and fuck you in the ass like a street whore". He looked at me menacingly as I cowered on the floor.

"I know memsaabs like you very well. You go around fucking every Bengali worker on the street and pretend like a homely house wife with me?"

There was an awkward silence in the air after what he said.

Once again, he took my hands and placed them on his cock. This time I started jerking him off in earnest. I look up to see his expression as I pumped his cock and cupped his balls.

His face wore a relieved expression. "Mmmm....keep doing that" he murmured.

"See this is all I wanted. A little fun" and winked at me.

I felt hot, jerking off this hulk of man while crouching between his legs. Although repulsed by the rough treatment, the coercive aspect of sex after so long sent a thrill down my spine. After 10 minutes of pumping and fondling, my arms started paining.

Asif looked me with wary eyes as I removed my hands. Instead to his utter shock, I bent down and slid his penis into my mouth!

"Mmmm....your mouth is so fuckable" he groaned as I took half his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.

As I sucked on his cock, I looked up to see his expression. He was intently staring at my lips which wrapped around his thick rod as he thrust in and out. The thrill of taking such a thick cock inside my mouth ignited my senses.
With one final thrust, he pushed his entire 8 inches into my mouth. The tip hit my throat and I tried hard not to gag on it. He held my mouth forcibly in that position with his hands as tears started running down my eyes. It was for erotic for him as he groaned loudly but brutal for me. I slapped his thighs hard to let him know that I was choking and it was only then that he pulled out.

I wheezed and gasped for air as he leered at me. "What happened madam, none of Bajwa's boys had such a big cock?"

I blushed and shook my head even as I regained my breath. His cock stood proud and erect. I felt as if I had tried and failed to conquer it and it was staring at my face telling me I wasn't good enough. Ever the competitive one, I grabbed his cock and took it in my mouth again.

Asif moaned as he saw me take his cock in my mouth once again.

This time I let it slowly slide in and controlled my gag reflex. Once fully in I looked at him. He was in a pleasant state of shock as I started bobbing my head on it rapidly. Judging by his expression it was clear I was the first woman to have conquered his rod. I felt elated as I sucked hard on his dick. My pussy was getting aroused at the prospect of taking this rod inside.

He bent down and slid the straps of the dress from my shoulders. I helped him by moving my arms out of the way. He made me sit on his lap and started squeezing my tits as I sluttily wrapped my hands around his cock again.

"Your tits are just so big and juicy" he said as his rough hands fondled and squeezed them with gusto. He went wild with passion at the feel of my boobs and licked my bare back and bit the soft flesh underneath my arm pits.

"Ungh..what are you doing?" I moaned sexily. I took his hand and placed it on my crotch. He groped my pussy over my panties sending bolts of pleasure through my body.

"Hmmmm....."

After a few minutes of hardcore making out in his lap, he picked me up and rolled me onto the bed. I was topless with the dress collected around my waist. He pulled the dress off completely and threw it away. In a flash he grabbed my panties and tore them off. Fuck! In seconds I was completely naked.

"Slut! Wearing such tiny panties when you go out shopping!" he groaned in delight. He made me climb onto him in a 69 position and guided my head towards his cock again.

"I want to look at your jiggly butt while you suck me like a dirty slut". He grabbed and groped my butt assessing its size and firmness. He fondled my ass crack and buried his face in my butt in delight as I sucked him off enthusiastically. Men tend to get overwhelmed when they see my butt and it was a great turn on for me.

"Just like it was in the video" he whispered, as he nibbled on my ass.

"Ummmm..." I was wet from all the action that my ass was receiving and longed to be fucked by his supercharged cock.

As if listening to my wishes, he slapped ass and asked me to lie down.
"Spread your legs sluttily memsaab" he demanded, while kneeling between my legs. I blushed at his brazenness and shyly parted my legs. He leered at my exposed pussy.

"Mmmmm...fuck!" I couldn't help it as he grabbed my pussy and fondled it.
"So wet..mm" he groaned running his fingers over my clit.

"Fuck me!" I moaned. I couldn't wait any longer.
He quickly got between my legs and positioned his cock head at my opening.
The sheer size of it sent shivers down my spine. A part of me was excited by the possibility of it stretching and pleasuring the deepest corners of my cunt while a part of me was apprehensive of the pain this could cause.
Asif looked into my eyes as he pushed his cock in.

"Ungfh..." I gasped. "Slowly please"
He nodded and kept invading my cunt gradually.

"..oh fuck!" I was completely stuffed and saw that there was still some cock outside.

"Stop!" I screamed. "Stop!"

He stopped for a moment and continued without paying heed to my screams.

"Aargh...oh my god!"

His cock impaled me as a burning sensation washed through my vagina. I had never been this stretched.

He stayed motionless for a few second after he was fully in and gauged my expressions. After a while the burning sensation ceased and there was just a feeling of fullness like never before. He probably sensed that I was fine and slowly started thrusting in and out.

Oh fuck! This was bloody insane!

He gradually increased his pace and was soon fucking me properly. My whole body shook at the power of his thrusts.

"Mmmm....ah...ah.ah" I moaned.

Seeing that I was enjoying it now, he held my right leg up and placed it on his shoulder to give himself more room.
"Even in my wildest dreams I never thought I would be fucking a sexy memsaab like you" he groaned as his pistoned me with great intensity. My body was exploding in pleasure now. The air was filled with the sounds of sex. Skin against skin. His balls slapping furiously against my thighs. It was a lust fuelled frenzy.
After a few minutes, he slapped my thighs and flipped me over. "Arch your back memsaab" he said and patted my ass. "Its time to fuck you like a bitch"

He eased his cock in, feeling my tight pussy engulf his dick. Within second he was fucking me like a jack hammer with long and hard strokes.

I moaned continuously at the rough treatment I was getting from this burly Pathan.
He grabbed my tits from the side and groped them.

"I am surprised your husband even let's you out of the house. What will that poor guy think if he sees me fucking your broad ass and squeezing your tits like this" he groaned and slapped my rump. "Your ass is too good memsaab. I love how it jiggles when I ram into it just like in the video"

Pleasure surged through my body. I was giddy from the fucking and was moaning incoherently.

Asif kept fondling and groping my body as he rammed my pussy from behind. His hands wandered over my naked flesh relishing every curve. As sex went, this was a feast for him.

"I love your sexy body so much" he groaned as he squeezed my ass and cupped my tits.

I was on the verge of an orgasm as he pumped me hard.

"Ah..ah...ah...ah..aaaaaah" I moaned as my body throbbed from an intense release. Asif didn't let go of me even though all I wanted to was lie down and curl up from the after math of that intense orgasm.

He held me in place and pummeled my ass. I could sense that he was close as his grunting became louder and louder. It was good we were in a windowless room in a shuttered shop. With one last thrust he came. He fell on me as my knees buckled and spurting gallons of cum deep inside me.

It was intensely erotic. He rolled away after flooding my pussy with the last remnants of his jizz. I got up without saying a word and started putting on my clothes which were strewn on the floor.

He gazed at my naked body, which he had taken forcibly, as I put on my clothes.

"You can keep the black dress" he said. The price of me sleeping with him. I just nodded. "Could you open the shutter please?" I asked, fully dressed.

"Sure, give me your phone number" he said as he put on his clothes. I took his phone number down and gave him a missed call. "I'll call you when I get fresh stock memsaab" he leered, hinting that this was possibly not the last time I would have to give in to his demands.

I sat on the bed as he put on clothes. His penis was huge even after it had shrunk to its normal size. I couldn't believe I took all of it inside me!

I couldn't walk straight from the fucking I had received. My knees had gone weak and my body was sore and drained of all energy. I walked straight to my car in a daze and drove home.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

For the next one week, I stayed away from sex. My encounter with Asif had left me sore and stretched. On the 7th day, I received a text from an unknown number. It said "Missing your sexy body" My pulse immediately quickened when I read it. "Who is this?" I replied tentatively. "Asif" was the one word reply. Oh thank god! I was worried it was some new tormentor who had somehow gotten access to my mobile number and had decided to blackmail me into having sex. I ignored the text.


After 15 minutes, my phone beeped again. "I'll send the sales boy away in the afternoon. Pls come to the shop". I decided to be firm and texted back "Asif, please stop contacting me."

Within seconds, I received a video with the text "Come to the store or I will release this online." My heart started thumping as I loaded the video.

It was CCTV footage from the trial room where Asif I had changed clothes! It was a 20 second clip of him zipping up my little black dress. The video continued to show Asif trail his fingers along my exposed back and ended with him grabbing my boobs. There was no audio. A sudden fear gripped me. The bastard had taped me while I was changing clothes in the trial room! What other videos did he have from the trial room? I was in a state of panic but I calmed myself and decided to be rational. The video itself was hardly incriminating. I hadn't removed my underwear inside the trial room anyway and the video was quite grainy as it was shot from a distance.

I mustered some strength and replied "I don't care. Stop texting me or I will have to block you."

It was a classic poker move. The chances of someone I knew recognising me in a low resolution, grainy CCTV video was very slim.

There was no reply for half an hour and I was almost relieved when my phone buzzed again. Curious to see if my moves had worked, I opened the WhatsApp notification. It was another video file with the text "Can I post this also?" followed by a wink smiley. A sudden fear gripped me again. Tensely, I loaded the video. And my heart sank when I saw it. It was a video of me on Asif's bed, moaning loudly as he fucked me doggy style. I was completely naked and my face could be seen clearly from the side angle as his long dick thrust in and out of my butt. My boobs were swaying lewdly from the force of his thrusts before grabbed them. The video ended there but I was sure he had taped the entire session on a camera.

I didn't know what to do. I was shocked. Anyone watching the video would know it was me. It would ruin my life if the video got out.

"This is just the teaser. I have the whole sex tape" he texted confirming my worst fears. "Come to the shop at 1’o’clock or I will send this to your husband and upload it on every porn site". This was the ultimate blow. I now had two videos of me having sex with nukkad guys and there was nothing I could do.

The texts continued. "Wear a sexy dress. Can’t wait to rip it off from your body and suck your big boobs."

Suddenly, I hated myself for going shopping. Life was peaceful and without complications. But suddenly I was caught in a whirlpool of blackmail and sex, once again.

I tried to focus on other things at home even though the tension was gnawing away inside me. Reluctantly, I put on an old summer dress that I had. It hugged the curves of my body and ended in a bunch of frills above my knees. As I combed my hair in front of the mirror, I could see that the dress showed off my curvy tits and bare arms. It was gifted by Vinay long back for casual outings in Bombay but it was obscene by local standards. So I wore a jacket on top to appear modest and drove to the shopping centre.

My heart thumped with fear and excitement as I made my way to the store. A few men stared at my legs as I walked by in my revealing outfit. But luckily, being a week day, there weren't too many people shopping.

Asif had an unmistakable grin as I entered the store. "Welcome Sheetalji, I was waiting for you only". As soon as I walked in, he made sure that no one was watching and pulled the shutters down. I was trapped again, physically and psychologically.

He guided me to the room at the back. "Good you came ma'am. I would hate to share your videos with online with other men" he said, as he pulled my jacket off.

"See how easy things are if you listen to me" he said, appraising my body in the sundress. He stared at my enticing cleavage approvingly as he took off his kurta.

I just stood quietly next to the bed as he undressed. I wondered why I always seemed to be in the grip of sadistic, blackmailing men in this town.

Asif lunged at me after stripping down to his boxers and started smooching me all over my face. "I couldn't stop thinking about you after you left the store. I had fitted the store with CCTVs so I could tape sexy women like you changing their clothes." he leered, as he sucked on my lips and licked my face.

I stood motionless as he grabbed the straps of the dress and pulled them off from my shoulders exposing my bra covered tits. I gasped at the suddenness of his force.

"I thought it would be a one time thing where I would fuck you and get it out of the system. But it has only made me lust for you more!" he whispered as he fiddled with my bra strap. He managed to unhook it and pulled it off roughly.

I stood topless, humiliated, as he ogled at my naked tits. He groaned at their sight and grabbed them immediately. "Mash,.' your tits are so delicious. I could play with them all day".

Unable to resist, I moaned softly as his rough hands felt up my boobs and pinched my nipples. The tent in his boxers poked against my thighs. I stood there, my sundress hanging from my hips.

He sat on the bed and asked me to remove the dress completely. As I stepped out of the dress, he grabbed my waist and smooched my midriff. His rough beard grazed against my soft skin, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.

Involuntarily, I guided his face as he left a trail of wet licks around my navel. " You have such a sexy belly button" he moaned,.

"Mmmm" I moaned and bit my lower lip as he erotically teased my midriff. He slid his hands under my panties and squeezed my flesh ass. Juices flooded my pussy.

I just stood in front of him as he pleasured my navel with his tongue and groped my butt. For a burly guy he was surprisingly good at finding a woman's sensitive spots.

"Oh fuck..mmmmm"

In a flash he pulled my panties down and trailed his tongue from my navel and onto my pussy! I was completely wet now and craving for action.

"Your cunt is so juicy memsaab" he said while brazenly licking it.

"Aaaaah...."

I gasped in pleasure as his wet tongue slithered against my clit.

"Mmmmmmm....oh my god!"

He licked me thoroughly and pulled out after a few seconds. "Doesn't take much to get you going eh?" he sneered.

"Now suck me off like a slut" he said and reclined on the bed.
His dick slapped against my cheeks I pulled his boxers down. It was as huge as I remembered it. Before I could think, he grabbed my face and shoved it roughly into my mouth.

"Aaaargh" a muffled scream came out of my throat as he started fucking my mouth violently.

"Mmmmm...you like that, don't you, you fucking slut!"

My throat ached as I deep throated his gigantic member. But slowly I got used to his size. He mercilessly fucked my mouth with long strokes, his pre-cum dripping into my mouth. It was repulsive but deeply arousing.

"Make an O with your sexy lips. I want to see my cock slide against your sexy lips" he groaned while lewdly rubbing the tip of his cock against my lips. Instinctively I licked my lips as his precum dripped onto my lips.

"I haven't seen a slut like you. Even a whore doesn't lick her lips after a man rubs his dirty cock on her lips like that. Now take it inside!"

Although his comments were meant to humiliate me, they somehow aroused me more and more. I slid his cock into my O shaped mouth and resumed the blowjob.

After a few seconds I looked up to see his expression and to my utter shock I saw that he was taking a video of me on his phone!

I immediately stopped sucking and covered my tits with my hands "What the hell are you doing?" I protested.

He calmly looked at me "You have two options Sheetal. Either you shut up and take my cock back into your slutty mouth or I'll release your sex video to the entire world".

Left with no choice, I got between his legs and started sucking his cock again. He started taping me again on his phone.

"Pull your hair back. I want to see those juicy lips wrapped around my cock". I complied by tying my hair in a bun. It was downright humiliating and yet I found myself getting turned on by the situation as Asif bossed over me and took my video. This was the kind of dirty sex I hadn't been forced into in a long time and I found my body responding passionately.

After a few minutes of cock sucking, Asif pulled me by my hair and asked me to stop. He folded his legs, placed a pillow under his ass and thrust his crotch towards me.

"Enough with my dick, now lick my balls"

Within seconds my tongue was lathering his hairy perineum and ball sack. His strong musky odour strangulated my senses as I found myself greedily sucking his balls.

"What a bitch you're Sheetal. Have you ever done this to any other man?" he asked as he guided my mouth to his asshole. I shook my head to indicate that I hadn't, although I had. I knew the answer would turn him on. His cock twitched visibly when I said that.

His butt was hairy and his asshole even more so. There was so much hair that my tongue could barely feel his puckered opening but going by his appreciative groans

I figured he was enjoying it a lot. Unasked I grabbed his dick and started jerking it off as I gave his asshole a thorough licking. His ass was sweaty and disgusting but nothing deterred me now. I sucked and licked like a possessed woman.

"Ungh...ooooh" his groans grew louder and louder. He was surely about to come and soon enough he grabbed my head and shoved his cock into my mouth splattering my mouth with copious amounts of cum.

"Swallow it" he bellowed when he saw that I was about to spit it out. Reluctantly, I gulped it down and reached for my clothes hoping that this would be the last time I would ever have to service a ruffian against my will.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

One month had passed since the fateful day when I was taken by Asif. It was the day of the election results. Shakoor Haji had taken a lead from the beginning and was well on the way to retaining his seat. The frenzy was inescapable, even in the windowless room behind Asif's store.


The TV blared on with the news of how Shakoor Haji's campaign won the hearts of the people around the district. People were dancing on the streets.

"Hmmmm....aah..aah..aah" I moaned as I bounced on Asif's hard cock.

He coolly reclined against the headrest of the bed watching the news as I did all the hard work.

"Mmmmm Asif...your cock is so fucking big...aaah aaah" I moaned trying to draw his attention to me. I was so used getting complete attention from men that I felt a little pissed that he hadn't turned off the TV during sex.

"Aah aah aah" I moaned wildly as I fingered my clit and rode his cock.

Although it had started with black mail, the sex with Asif had become consensual very quickly. Asif was a strong man and he loved to dominate me during our sexual encounters. I was drawn to his body and we would end up meeting once or twice every week.

I had turned up at his store not knowing that the election results were being announced. There was a lot of commotion on the streets but I had somehow reached his store. He was glued to the TV screen when I walked in clad in a sleeveless salwar kameez with tight leggings. I thought he would be excited to see me in a cleavage baring kameez. But he just nodded and continued watching TV.
I was disappointed and got up to leave after 5 minutes.

"Sheetal where are you going?"

"Home. Clearly you're more interested in watching TV today".

"Arrey memsaab, Shakoor bhai is winning! Hence the excitement. Come sit" he said and patted his lap.

I sat in his lap and could immediately feel his hard rod against my butt.

"Mmmmmm....your body is sexy, how can I resist!" he groaned as he felt my soft butt rubbing against his cock. He made me raise my arms and pulled the kameez off. He scooped my boobs out of the bra and groped them.

Meanwhile I had tugged his pyjamas down and grabbed his rock hard cock. I jerked his cock lustily as he fondled tits and licked my bare back.

Within seconds he threw me on the bed and pulled my salwar off. I was wet from his aggressive demeanour.

"Fuck I love your slutty body" he screamed over the noise from the TV as he pulled my panties off and rammed his cock in. He fucked me with rapid strokes by holding my hips.

"Aaah aah aahh aah" I moaned as I got taken roughly. My boobs still restrained by the bra were jiggling due to the force of his thrusts.

I was so aroused that I flipped him over and bounced on his cock rapidly. He ripped my bra off and fondled my tits roughly.

"Mmmmmm Asif....your...cock....is...soooo....goodddd" I moaned lost in the throes of pleasure.

Cut to the present......

"What a cock hungry slut you're Sheetal" "I focussed on the news for one minute to catch the news about Shakoor bhai and you started moaning likea whore"

He came forward from his resting position and grabbed my ass with both hands and pistoned me harder.

"Oh Asif...Mmmmm"

"Do you like my cock Sheetal?" He whispered naughtily his face buried in my swinging tits.

"Mmmm....I do...I love your big cock inside me so much!"

"That's because you're a cock hungry slut Sheetal" he said, motioning me to get into the doggy style position.

He lined up behind my ass and rammed his dick into me.

"And a cock hungry slut deserves to get fucked like a bitch!" he grunted and grabbed my large swinging tits from behind.

"Your cunt is so tight and sexy" he commented, dropping a hand from my tits to finger my clit.

"Oh fuck! Mmmm" I moaned as pleasure flooded my senses.

"And your tits are just outstanding....I haven't seen a woman in the entire town
who has tits like this" he whispered into my ears as he continued groping my tits.

He pulled me up, his burly arms locked under mine his palms still wrapped around my knockers.

"So full and juicy" he groaned into my ears as kept thrusting rapidly.

I was hollering loudly. His raw strength was just incredible as he pounded me in a near standing position.

"Have you been fucked like this Sheetal?" he groaned as we built up to an orgasm

"Ummmm....ah aha...no!" "Your cock is just amazing" I said as I reached behind and fondled his balls.

He moaned in approval as I fondled his balls.

As we gathered pace, he let me rest on my elbows again and pounded me by holding my curvy hips.

"Mmmmm....I just love fucking your sexy butt Sheetal" he groaned and grunted wildly as his crotch slapped against my round ass.

As Asif humped me lustily, the pleasure overwhelmed me and within a couple of minutes, both of us collapsed on the bed quaking from our orgasms.

I curled up to the side as his cum oozed out of my cunt. He lay on his back panting.

"Soon Shakoor bhai will be throwing a party for all the party workers"

He began kneading my ass and continued.

"You should come"

I hesitated. Why would I go to a political event. "No Asif, I don't think I should"

"Arrey memsaab, don't worry, it won't just be for party workers. There will be government officials and their wives also. Your husband will also be there."

I felt awkward that he mentioned Vinay especially as I lay naked on his bed while getting my naked ass fondled.

"Okay, let's see."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A few days later, I found myself milling about on the sprawling lawns of a farmhouse owned by Shakoor Haji. The gathering had an odd mix of invitees. On the one hand there were the local bigshots and government officials and on the other hand, you had the core group of Shakoor Haji's men who were essentially local goons and enforcers. Both sides largely kept to each other as I made boring conversation with a group of government officer wives. As was fitting for the occassion I had worn a dignified peacock blue saree. Vinay had drifted away as I chatted with the ladies and was animatedly talking to a group of state cadre officers.


Asif spotted me from a distance and flashed a sign to suggest that I looked impressive. The whole event was awkward for me as I kept spotting men who had their way with me in the past. There was Jamal, my tormentor from the past and some of his stooges who had assaulted me in the SUV. Jamal flashed a dirty grin when he saw me. There was also Shakoor's secretary who made a brief appearance along with the big man. But luckily none of them dared approaching me when I was with the other women. There was a clear class divide at play here and I deliberately chose to stay within the safety that being in my group offered.
But this was easier said than done because the conversations were mind numbingly boring. It was either about being at home, or children, or in laws or clothes or jewellery. I also noticed that there was no interaction between the men and women at this party apart from an occasional "Hi" or "Hello". It was that conservative! All in all it was terrible.

Only half an hour into the party, Vinay came to me and told me that he had leave. Something urgent had come up. It was 7 PM. Why would he get work at this time? I wondered. Was he going to see Barkha?

"I think you should also meet Shakoorji before you leave" he said. And was off in a jiffy, promising that he would send the car back and I could leave whenever I wanted.

I really didn't want to stay either but the place Vinay was going to was in the opposite direction to our house from the farm house and I had to wait and endure some more boring conversation.

"That's a nice saree Sheetal. Where did you buy it from?"

"Oh this. This is a Lucknow Chikan saree that Vinay got for me when he had gone there"

"Very nice!" the others chimed.

The food wasn't bad but owing to the cold weather and the ample supply of drinks (which none of the women were drinking), I had to use the wash room. One of the ladies directed me to the attached bathroom of a room inside the farm house. Unlike the lawn, the house itself wasn't well lit. At least someone had switched off the lights everywhere except for a few rooms. One of the rooms had Shakoor Haji.

He was meeting with the guests who had come. I ran into Asif on the way who insisted that I should meet Shakoor and that he would personally introduce me to the big man.

So I stood in the queue with the other people to meet him. People took turns to enter the room and from what I figured either greeted Shakoor or sought favours from him. Shakoor was a huge man, at least 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and a gaunt face.

I stepped into the room which was bathed in a yellow light from chandeliers. Shakoor's secretary, Ali, immediately recognised me and gave me a dirty grin. He also whispered something in Shakoor's ears after which Shakoor gave me a knowing glance.

"Many congratulations, Shakoor ji, nice to meet you finally" I said, smiling.
He shook my hand firmly and said smilingly "Thank you, Sheetal". "The victory tastes sweeter when a beautiful lady like you wishes". " I hope you're enjoying the party"

"I am indeed. Your farm house is beautiful"

"It is, isn't it? If I somehow manage to get through all the people waiting to meet
me, I can give you a tour of the place"

"Sure" I smiled and nodded.

"Well I hope you don't have any favours to ask me!" he smiled.

"Hahaha absolutely not"

"Please do convey my regards to your husband. My people tell me that he's doing a good job"

"I will, thank you"

I stepped out into the fresh air thinking "Well that wasn't so bad". The men surrounding him may be thugs but Shakoor himself seemed to be a dignified man.
I went and joined the wives gang again and waited for Vinay to send the car back. The farm house was on the outskirts of the town and it looked like it would be a while before the car would be back. The crowd slowly dwindled as the night went along. Soon by around 10 PM there were only a bunch of people left. I was sitting in the lawn with a shawl wrapped around myself talking to the wife of the local district judge when the security guard came up to us and said that the car was here. I said my good byes and walked towards the driveway which was at the other end of the lawn. To my surprise, my car wasn't there. " Sorry ma'am galti ho gayi. This is Mishra sir's car" the guard apologised.

Left with no option, I turned back to go towards the lawn when I bumped into Shakoor.

"Hi Sheetal, you are leaving already?"

"Actually I'm waiting for Vinay to send the car back. Looks like it hasn't come yet"

"That's great, because I promised to give you a tour. Come let's go"

I hesitated. "Please don't bother. Its really late anyway."

"Oh its no big deal..come"

I followed him as he walked back to the house while talking on his phone. The lawn was to the side of the house, so we entered through the main door. The house was quiet as we entered through the hall. It was bathed in a dim lighting and the only sound was that of our footsteps and Shakoor's voice as he spoke on his mobile"

He got done with his call and said "So many people. They all call and come only if you win" and laughed. I smiled. "Looks like all these bloody fellows have drank themselves to sleep" he said referring to his party workers. There were some people left on the lawn who I could spot through the windows.

"Come Sheetal, this way" he said, motioning towards the marbled staircase which went upstairs. I was quite apprehensive of this "tour". After all, his men had been anything but pleasant to me in the past and I was also taking a tour of a seemingly empty house from a man I had just met an hour back. He was also not any man but a man with considerable power and influence. I recognised the precarious position I was in.

"The entire house was designed by my wife and daughters. I had nothing to do with it!" he guffawed.

I smiled "Where are your wife and daughters?"

"They're in the US. My second daughter just had a baby"

So basically I was alone in this house with him and his goons. Luckily they were all passed out.

As he guided me from room to room, Shakoor kept resting his arm on my back. I didn't make much of it although it did add to my anxiety. I had taken off the shawl as it was not cold inside and his palm touched the bare skin on my back just below my neck which was not covered by the blouse.

It was a two storied house and we were moving slowly from room to room because he kept getting calls in between. During this time, I ambled around the room awkwardly not knowing what to do and examined the paintings or art pieces that dotted the rooms. It was a tastefully done house. Everything that I had imagine about this man had been turned on its head so far, I mused to myself. I had expected an uncouth, country fellow and a garish and ugly house. But instead I met a seemingly educated man with a decent house. Then why were his supporters such utter scoundrels? I wondered.

"Come Sheetal" he said interrupting my thoughts.

"This is my study"

This time as he guided me into the room, his hand touched my back right below where the blouse ended and a hint of bare skin was exposed in a saree. I shivered from his touch. It seemed deliberate enough.

"These are all the books I have" he said, pointing to the shelves.

It was a large room with windows facing the door and book shelves on either sides. There were nice wooden chairs all around to lounge and read. I loved it.
He had a lot of Hindi books.

As I stood in front of the shelves and examined the titles, he came and stood next to me on my left.

"Do you read, Sheetal?"
I nodded. "But books written in English"

"In that case you will like this one" he said as he pulled out a old looking copy of an English classic.

"I don't read it but my daughter raves about it" he said. He handed it to me but as he did so, he again placed his hand on my back. There was no mistaking the touch this time. It was firmly placed on my exposed waist.

I pretended as if nothing had happened and flipped through the book.

As I did so, his palm caressed my waist, gently. His intimate touch was ringing alarm bells inside me! Do I recognise it and make things awkward or do I simply ignore and quickly get through the tour. I chose to remain quiet and moved towards the next shelf. I hoped he would take the hint and drop the seduction.

But he didn't! He picked another book from the shelf, a book of RK Laxman cartoons "I find RK Laxman very amusing although a bulk of his satire is directed towards politicians like me". He guffawed loudly and I smiled courteously. His hand was back again and this time was stroking my waist more deliberately.

I flipped through the pages with urgency and moved away.

"Your library is well stocked, Shakoorji. But I'm afraid I don't have the time to go
through all the wonderful books you have"

"Oh please take your time"

I smiled graciously and said "My car should be here by now. You have a great house"

"That car can wait, Sheetal. Let me just show you the last couple of rooms and accompany you to your car. The rooms are this way"

This time he placed his hand right of my exposed hip.

Oh fuck! His rough palm lightly squeezed my hip as I walked out of the study room. Things were reaching a point of no return. I wondered if his Ali, Jamal or even Asif had told him about me. If they had, I was in a very precarious position.

To compound my trouble, the next room was a bedroom. I quickly looked around and was about to exit when he followed me in and insisted that I sit on the bed.Tensely I sat on the bed thinking of ways to leave the place.

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"My wife specifically got this mattress made. Sheetal, you must sit on it and see how good it is." he said in a confident, overbearing manner that seems quite common to politicians.


I sat on it. It was indeed very plush and cushiony. He immediately sat next to me and before I could notice, placed his hand nonchalantly on my thigh.

His touch was sending goosebumps through my body. I was torn between ignoring his hand and pushing it off. I still had not figured out whether this man took similar liberties with other women but in any case it was highly inappropriate. I prepared to get up and leave.

"Shakoorji I should really go now. It’s getting quite late" I said, as I got up.

He held my hand and pulled me back down! "Sheetal ji don't worry about the car. The security guard will call on the intercom if your car is here"

Damn.

His intentions were dangerously clear now. And my last excuse had also failed miserably. My thoughts were interrupted when he placed his arm around me and grabbed me by my waist. A frisson of fear mixed with excitement coursed through my body. Our thighs were now touching.

I had do something before things got out of hand.

"Shakoor ji, please..." was all I could muster as he silently snaked his left hand beneath my pallu and palmed my midriff.

“Shakoorji what are you doing!” I gasped and tried to wriggle away.

His hand was now openly stroking my midriff even as his other hand held me in place. His touch was igniting all my latent sexual feelings but it was now or never.

I firmly pushed hand away and said “Shakoorji please leave me alone…I am married woman…please don’t do this”.

"My boys have told me all about you Sheetal"

Fuck.

"I didn't believe them when they described your beauty to me or raved about your body"

His hand moved to the pallu on my shoulder. He deliberately picked it up from my shoulder and let it drop onto my lap. “They said your boobs are out of the world.
Tell me how can I resist when people feed you things like that?”

My upper body was now covered only by a modest blouse. Although no cleavage was showing, my large breasts were obscenely jutting out as I was breathing heavily. He gazed at them hungrily “The boys were right. These look incredible”
I thought he would grab them immediately but, he was content to play with my exposed belly button. "You know, I got busy with the elections otherwise I would have given you my attention much earlier. I couldn't also bother with what my boys say. They say all sorts of non-sense and sing songs of praise about all the prostitutes they sleep with. They are idiots so I thought they were exaggerating."

His dirty talk and slow tease were having an effect on me. I knew he was going to fuck me hard and I couldn’t wait any longer.

"But one day Ali came and told me about you. He described how slutty you were in the car with the boys. How you wantonly sucked all the men in the car while getting butt fucked."

At this, he moved his hand from my belly and grabbed my right breast. His other hand was drawing circles on my back. I was getting seduced badly.

He cupped my breast and continued "He said you were the wife of the local bank manager and had gained a reputation as a bit of a.....slut. I was shocked. Why would a bank manager's wife, that too an educated woman from Mumbai, wantonly sleep around with my boys who are like ruffians. So I was curious..."

His hand was openly squeezing and stroking my breast now. His other hand started unhooking my blouse from behind.

"Mmmmm" an involuntary moan escaped from my mouth. "Shakoorji please..."

“I asked my boys if they were forcing themselves on you. They are dirty thugs so I didn’t think you would sleep with them willingly. But imagine my surprise when they said you were blowing their cocks willingly!”

He unhooked my blouse completely. It hung loosely on my shoulders.

"And then this boy Asif came to me and said you were "maal". He said you were a wanton slut in bed and the best cocksucker he's ever seen. He said you were at the party. So I said bring her. Let me meet her. Who is this lady that everyone is going gaga about"

His removed his hand from my breast. I was momentarily relieved. But in a flash he climbed onto the bed and sat behind me. I was practically sitting between his legs now!

He swept my blouse off from my shoulders, exposing my bare arms, and continued
"But when I saw you walk into the room in this saree I knew they were right. I knew I had to fuck you". His obscene descriptions of me were so arousing.

"Mmmm.....look at these fair and smooth shoulders" he said fondling my shoulders and bare arms. "So soft and sexy"

"Mmm" I softly cooed as my body enjoyed what he was doing.
Without stopping for a second, he flicked open my bra strap and pushed it off my shoulders. "I fuck all the women I want Sheetal. I own this town" he whispered in my ears as he licked my neck and bare back. A shiver ran down my spine. There was something primal about the way he was treating me, as if I were his property. I was battling my inhibitions.

I desperately tried to hold the bra in place. This was my last chance to leave the place with my dignity intact. "Shakoor ji please don't do this. I'm a married woman…please..."

"Ah Sheetal….you may be a married woman but have you behaved like one, Sheetal? You've been a bad girl" he said, uncrossing my arms.

"And I know how to treat bad girls like you" he said and roughly pulled the bra off. I was topless now!

He quickly took off his kurta and vest. His hairy chest rubbed against my bare back when he pulled me closer and hugged me from behind. I could feel his dick poke against my butt. "Sheetal, I'm going to fuck you regardless of whether you want it or not. Now its up to you to make it easy or difficult for me."

He roughly cupped my breasts from behind. "Mmmm" a soft moan escaped from my mouth. My last resistance was broken.

"The boys were right. Your tits are just incredible" he said, as he fondled them aggressively. “So big yet firm”. He brazenly licked my bare back.

"Ow....mmmmm" I was mightily turned on by the way Shakoor ravaged my topless body.

His hard manhood poked me as a reminder of things to come.

After a while he bellowed, "Get up Sheetal"

I stood up obediently. He grabbed the pallu which was on the floor and unwound my saree while marvelling at my body throughout.

Only clad in my panties, I was again made to sit on the bed as he divested his pyjamas and boxers. He was hairy all over and had a small paunch. An erect 8 inch cock burst out his boxers and stared me in the face.

"Let’s see if all the hype is real" he said coaxing my head closer to his manhood.
"Show me how good a cock sucker you are"

Feeling strangely competitive, I grabbed his cock and slid it into my mouth.

"Hmmmmm…that’s it" he moaned as I took it in. I slowly licked and sucked his cock assessing its size inside my mouth. It was thick but not as long as Asif's so I slid it in completely and started bobbing my head on it.

"Aaaaah……nice" he moaned. "The boys were right. The bank manager's wife is a total slut!". He bellowed and laughed loudly.

Instead of feeling humiliated, this only made me suck harder. My instinct to please had taken over.

"Aaaah Sheetal...I love your sexy mouth so much"

He started groaning loudly as the blowjob progressed and just when I thought he was about to cum he pushed my head away and asked me to get into the doggy style position.

"Look at this sexy rump. No wonder the boys went crazy when they saw this." he said running his hands over my curvy butt as I climbed into position. He roughly pulled my panties down and teased my asshole. I shivered in anticipation and arched my back as he stroked my fully naked body.

"Mmmm Shakoorji" I moaned as this 50 year old politician started fingering my asshole.

"Damn you're soaking wet" he said as he ran his hands gleefully along my ass crack and grabbed my pussy.

"Aaaaaah….fuck!” I groaned in arousal "Please put it in"

I turned around to see him line up his erect cock against my cunt. “Put it in" I moaned, louder. I was so aroused that I needed him immediately.

He held my hips and pushed it in. "Oh my...aaah" I moaned as his thick cock penetrated me.

"Your cunt…is….so tight Sheetal” he gasped in delight.

Soon we gathered pace. He thrust in vigorously from behind as I pushed my butt
towards him. “I want to open it up and fuck you raw" he said, as his thrusts became more vigorous.

I could only moan continuously lost in the throes of pleasure. "Ah ah ah ah ah" I hollered as his thick cock pistoned me coarsely.

He slapped my butt occasionally and laughed at how my curvy ass jiggled. I was incredibly turned on by the situation.

"Enough butt fucking” he said pushing me off his cock. “Now ride me me like a slut" he said patting my ass. He plonked himself on the soft bed. I climbed on top of him and slid his cock back in. I thought this would just be a quickie but clearly the man could last for a while.

"Your boobs are so obscene Sheetal" he murmured as I bounced on his cock carried away by my arousal. I saw my boobs jiggling lewdly as I pleasured myself.

He grabbed them and said "You don't look like a bank manager's wife. You look like a high class slut"

He kept uttering dirty stuff which made me hornier and hornier!

My ass was mauled and my clit was fingered as I rode him like a possessed woman.

"Come forward you slut. I want to suck your juicy tits!" He pulled me down onto my elbows and sucked my nipples aggressively.

"Mmmmm......aaaaaah….fuck" His aggressive sucking of my boobs was overwhelmingly pleasurable as I ground on his hard cock.

I was close to an orgasm.

Suddenly he flipped me onto my back and started pounding my cunt with fast strokes.

"Oh fuck oh fuck..aaaaah" I screamed completely lost in the pleasure his thick cock was giving me.

He completely enveloped my body as he fucked me in the missionary position. His paunch thumped against my soft belly. He roughly grabbed my boobs for support and fucked me with rapid strokes.

"Aaaaah aaaah aaah aaah" I screamed in pleasure. He pinched my nipples as he continued fucking.

"I love fucking a young wife's pussy so much" he grunted. "So tight and smooth"
I couldn't resist any longer and hollered through an incredible orgasm

"Oh fuck mmmmmaaaaaaah"

He kept pounding me relentlessly for another minute before spurting a gigantic load inside me.

He rolled over as soon as he was done and beckoned me to come closer.

"I just cannot get enough of your titties" he said, as he held them in his hands and squeezed them roughly. I blushed at his brazen comment.

After squeezing and playing with them to his heart's content, he asked me to lick his dick clean. "Go on, lick me off like a good girl" he said patting my cheeks.
I reluctantly took his cock which was smeared with his cum and my juices into my mouth to clean it off.

"That's enough" he said and got up to put on his clothes. I too got up to put on my clothes. There was an awkward silence as I collected all my clothes which were strewn on the floor.

"You have such an amazing ass Sheetal" he said as I bent down to pick up blouse.

My ass was directly thrust towards his face. Eagerly he fondled it and landed a slap.

SLAP!

"Ouch!" I moaned in pain as he roughly grabbed my butt and slapped it.

"Your husband is a fool, Sheetal. Who leaves such a sexy lady and runs away on work."

"But his loss is my gain" he patted my naked ass, winked at me and walked away.

I put my clothes on, still processing what had just happened, and showed myself out.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It was nearly a month after Shakoor Haji had swept into power. The incident at Shakoor's farm house did not change my routine. Although forcibly taken, I had reluctantly enjoyed the sex. I hoped it was a one off dalliance though as I knew the consequences of getting entangled with such a powerful political leader change my life beyond recognition. News travels very fast in the town and news of Shakoor's mistress even faster. But the incident itself had some repercussions. Birju stopped contacting me altogether because he now identified me with the Shakoor Haji camp. I had distanced myself from Ranjit after a torrid affair because I didn't want things to get too messy with Sarita and her mother in law. They were my neighbours and gossip so close home could ruin my daily life. Worse it could alert Vinay about the unending promiscuity of his classy wife.


Interestingly, Asif also cooled off after that night at the farm house. Although I didn't know with certainty, I presumed it was because I was now seen as Shakoor's lady and none of the people in his camp would dare displease him by making moves on me. Who would have thought that the easiest way to quieten the nukkad guys was to sleep with their leader! Nevertheless, the quiet and peace that this offered me was refreshing. I spent most of the time at home and tried to rekindle the spark with my husband. Vinay remained busy with the new branch opening but reciprocated to my overtures. Our sex life although still tepid was back on track.

Today was the inauguration of the new branch. Vinay left early in the morning and asked me leave by afternoon. The branch was far and the route had some difficult terrain. After Vinay left, I did some coding work and enjoyed a relaxed bath.
I picked a dark green silk saree with a sleeveless blouse. It contrasted well with my fair skin. Feeling adventurous I tied the saree below my belly button. Although the pallu covered my midriff one could get a glimpse of my tantalising curves from the side. I tied my hair up in a bun and finished the look with a gold chain and a delicate pair of earrings.

Ready, I got into the car with a book in hand to keep me company during the journey. The car trundled along the town streets before hitting the highway. However, soon we had to take a detour towards a bumpy country road. Try as I could, it became difficult to read due to the bumpy read. So I decided to plug in to some music.

It was sweltering hot outside. Thank god the car had AC. The journey was rough and slow. After a gruelling 3 hour drive, I was glad to get out of the car. I was dropped outside a modest one storey building which was festooned with flowers and decorations. I saw a lot of people inside including a large security officer contingent. I walked towards the building as the driver parked the car. By the looks of it a major dignitary must have arrived for the inauguration. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw the tall figure of Shakoor Haji standing alongside Vinay in his trade mark long kurta. My heart beat quickened as soon as I saw him.

“Come Sheetal, I was just going to call you” Vinay said, as soon as he spotted me at the entrance. There was a lot of commotion around us. People, bank officials and security officer rushing around to get things in order and looking over the arrangements. The blare of walkie talkies.

Shakoor smiled at me “I hope the journey was not too rough. Our country roads can be rough for people from the cities”.

I saw him check me out as I replied “It was quite rough hahaha but nothing I haven’t gotten used to”

It was only after I uttered those words did I realise the innuendo! Shakoor winked at me cheerfully while Vinay took pains to introduce me to Shakoor.

Shakoor brushed him off “I have already met your beautiful wife Vinay. I had the pleasure of acquainting myself with her at the farm house after my election win.”

“Oh right right, yes” Vinay beamed not knowing that the man he was trying to introduce to me had stripped me naked and known me in the most intimate way possible. I could feel the sexual frisson between Shakoor and I sizzle as images from that night flashed in my head.

As Vinay made small talk, I saw Shakoor’s eyes hungrily roam over my boobs and bare arms. I stood awkwardly as the sexual tension mounted. I was getting checked out shamelessly right in front of my husband although Vinay did not notice or pretended to not notice.

Once when Vinay turned his attention to some pressing matter I felt Shakoor's hand brush against my ass. Even though there was a lot of commotion around us there was no mistaking his touch. I was too intimidated to push his hand away without drawing attention.

I felt dirty standing next to my husband as another man brazenly palmed my ass. It was also strangely exciting and very arousing.

“Sir, the inauguration should be any time soon” Vinay said as Shakoor trailed his hand on my bare back fiddled with my blouse strap.

This was too much! I shivered from his touch even as Shakoor maintained his poker face. “Sure, no problem Vinay. I have no pressing commitments after this.” he said and smiled at me.

I excused myself as I couldn’t bear to be around Shakoor anymore. I asked Vinay where the wash room was and rushed in that direction. The wash room was at the back of the building in a deserted corridor. I splashed water on my face and was wiping my face when there was a knock on the door.

“Just a minute” I yelled. I composed myself and opened the door. In a flash Shakoor barged inside and locked the door. I stood there in shock and whispered

“What are you doing Shakoorji! Someone will see you. Please leave!”

He grabbed my arms and pinned me to the wall. “Don’t worry, I told my driver to stand guard near the corridor. He will tell us if someone is coming”

Without any delay, he started smooching and kissing me all over my face “I couldn’t control myself after seeing you in this saree.”

"Especially this curvy ass of yours" he said while patting my ass.

"If you would have stayed a minute longer, I would have done this right in front of your husband". This time his hands were kneading my ass cheeks over my saree.

His dirty talk was turning me on so much!

He held my face and started kissing my lips. I was already turned on and started kissing him back aggressively. My enthusiasm sent him into overdrive. He sucked on my luscious lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I didn't hold back and sucked on his tongue shamelessly. I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to grind against his cock. He groaned in delight as my boobs mashed against his chest. We were wildly making out like two hormonal teenagers in a parking lot.

He paused for a moment to pick me up and make me sit on the platform. The platform provided the ideal height to continue our lusty make out. Shakoor dragged the saree pallu off my shoulders even as I slid my hands under his kurta and fondled his hairy chest. It was hot and heavy with our lips and tongues sucking and mashing against each other.

After a few minutes, he pulled back and stared at my body. I was panting from the hot kiss. He untied my hair as we exchanged lusty glances at each other. If not for our location, we would have been fucking each other on the floor by now.

I grabbed his hands and placed them on my boobs. He started fondling them over my blouse and whispered into my ears “God, you’re such a sexy woman.”

"Mmmmmm" I moaned as he played with my boobs. Strangely not once did I feel guilty for cheating behind my husband's back while he was in the same building.
Shakoor licked my ears and trailed his tongue over my neck while uttering the dirtiest things he wanted to do to me. He sucked my neck and planted wet kisses right above my boobs. I was lost in pleasure when he slid my blouse strap down and licked my bare shoulders. I dug my nails into his back in delight and moaned in anticipation when he slipped his tongue between my cleavage.

“Sshhh…be quiet” he said and put his left hand on my mouth.

I was so horny that I took his fingers into my mouth and sucked on them seductively.

Shakoor looked up in surprise as I sucked his calloused fingers. "God I love how raunchy you are Sheetal" he whispered and slid the other strap off. He pulled the blouse down completely and scooped my breasts out of the bra.

I heard him groan in delight as soon as they were exposed.

He wrapped his palms around them and fondled them appreciatively as we sucked on each other lips once again.

I gasped in pain when he pinched my nipples. I was getting aroused by his fondling.

So I grabbed his head and pushed his face towards my breasts. He was overjoyed and took a hardening nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it. It was amazing!

He alternated between my breasts fondling, sucking and licking them all over. The pleasure was overwhelming. As Shakoor pleasured me, I reclined against the wall behind the platform and guided his mouth across my breasts. My thoughts drifted to my situation.

Here I was, the highly qualified and urbane wife getting my breasts squeezed and sucked by a local politician in a dingy washroom. I turned to look into the mirror behind me. The fair expanse of my back was exposed except for the thin strap holding the blouse. I looked down to see the contrast between Shakoor's dark face and the fairness of my topless body. I moaned in pleasure as he naughtily kissed my midriff and licked my navel. He may be a politician having a lot of power and capital but in society I would be considered to be from a higher class. He was a '.. I was a *****. He was uneducated. I was highly qualified. For me all these social distinctions did not matter at all. But subconsciously I was affected by the taboo nature of our intimacy. It was incredibly arousing to see his dark face lick the fair skin of my navel.

I moaned in pleasure when Shakoor's bearded lips moved to my right breast and latched onto my nipple. My pussy tingled in anticipation as he sucked the nipple forcefully.

"God your tits are just heavenly. I could spend all day licking and playing with them" he muttered while running his tongue around my aroused nipple in circles.

His tongue was magical and I grabbed his head and mashed his face onto my breasts in pleasure.

"What would Vinay think if he saw me like this?" I thought, as Shakoor's gruff beard grazed against my ample cleavage. "His sexy wife of 5 years, enthusiastically letting another man play with her curvy tits and rub his face in her cleavage" The thought aroused me even more.

After a couple of minutes, we were rudely brought back to reality when someone knocked on the door.

I panicked and quickly started putting my saree in order.

"Saab they're looking for you!" someone yelled from outside. Presumably, Shakoor's guard.

"Tell them I'm coming" Shakoor yelled back without a trace of tension or guilt in his voice. "Don't worry. Just put on your clothes quietly." he said, as I frantically re-arranged my bra. Shakoor calmly buttoned up his kurta.

My panic subsided due to his calmness. Oddly, I felt shy as I pulled the blouse up and arranged my pallu. I was still not used to the gaze of a man other than Vinay while I was exposed.

I looked so trashy, my hair dishevelled and my saree crumpled in places when I looked into the mirror. "I'll leave now. You come after five minutes" Shakoor said and walked out. I could see that he was disappointed too. I was still very aroused from the make out as I quickly brushed my hair, straightened my saree and joined the commotion after five minutes.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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After Shakoor left, I rearranged the pleats of my saree and combed my hair. When I rejoined the gathering, my heart thumping and fearful of being discovered, no one, including Vinay, noticed. I quickly slid into an empty seat next to the exit. A make shift stage was arranged where Shakoor, Vinay and a group of other dignitaries were sitting. The inauguration progressed quickly and without any event. Shakoor spoke first after being garlanded by my husband. Soon after while the function was still going on, Shakoor got up to leave. Vinay and I accompanied him to the exit.

As we walked, Shakoor bent down and whispered in my ears "Come with me". I was still disappointed that we had to stop our sly make out session midway and hearing his blatant demand got aroused, once again. I desperately thought of ways to leave with him. As we reached the exit, I told Vinay that I had a head ache and would like to leave early. He unsuspectingly agreed and said that I should leave immediately. I felt guilty for lying but I couldn't resist the prospect of having sex with Shakoor again.

"Let me see if I can arrange a car for you" Vinay said, wracking his head for options.

Shakoor quickly jumped in "If its not an issue, I can drop her home. I'm going to the town anyway".

"That would be great, thank you, Shakoorji. Sheetal is that fine?"

Both of them looked at me. I nodded my approval, hesitatingly. A part of me was guilty that I was so obviously cheating on Vinay. In any case, my own husband had unsuspectingly paved the way for my infidelity.

There was no change in Shakoor's demeanour as I walked with him to his car. As with most Indian politicians he had an entourage of security officer vehicles lined up behind his car. He walked purposely to his SUV, a Ford Endeavour, and got into the middle seat. I got in from the other side and sat next to him.

To my utter disappointment, Anees, Shakoor's personal secretary, was already sitting in the last row of the car. The car had a partition between the driver's seat and the passenger cabin. I half expected Shakoor to ask Anees to sit in another vehicle and continue where we left off but, to my disappointment, he didn't say a word. Instead he just instructed the driver to take him back to town and chit chatted with Anees.

I reconciled myself to the fact that nothing was going to happen on the way. The car started moving. Shakoor pulled up the partition between the driver and the passenger area and for the next few minutes, the two men discussed office matters. The car slowly moved through the bumpy terrain, kicking up a plume of dust. The landscape was barren and filled with wild shrubs and thorny vegetation. However we were cocooned in the luxurious seating of the car. I was thankful that if not anything, I was getting a better ride home instead of the ramshackle Ambassador.

Once in a while I tried to catch Shakoor's attention to gauge his mood but he betrayed no emotion and continued talking to Anees. I was lulled into a bout of drowsiness by the slow car ride and must have dozed off.

I may have been sleeping for only a few minutes but after what felt like a long time, I woke up with a start when I felt someone place their arm around me. Startled, I awoke to see Shakoor smiling at my reaction.

"Its just me Sheetal. Did I do something wrong?" he demanded playfully while pulling me closer. He was slowly caressing my bare arm. I was taken aback by this sudden show of intimacy.

"I...I...no nothing wrong. I must have slept off..." I replied, still dazed. My pulse was racing because I was suddenly aware that Anees could see everything that was happening.

I turned around in panic to see Anees's reaction. He nodded and gave me a lecherous smile. Before I could say anything Shakoor confirmed my suspicions.

"I was just telling Anees about what we were doing earlier in the washroom" he said. "This poor guy is besotted with your shapely body ever since he saw you in the function today." While talking, he dropped his hand lower and fondled my waist. I squirmed at his touch. He continued "I told him how I seduced you at the farm house and, again, today. Pity we couldn't finish off what we were doing" he winked after this. Meanwhile, his hand still rested brazenly against my midriff stroking my soft, toned flesh.

That explained everything.

I was lost for words. However promiscuous I may be, I didn't want my relationship with Shakoor to become public.

Shakoor continued talking, his hand now wandering over my blouse strap which he pulled aside, "I believe in sharing good things in life, Sheetal. Anees is a good guy who has been with me through out. And we have always had a fascination for beautiful women like you." He winked at me and continued "Of course none of the ones we have shared before were as beautiful as you. Half of them were hookers".

Both of them laughed as I wondered "Is he calling me a hooker?"

Anees said "Bhai, its been a long time since we fucked a woman together. This memsaab is one sexy item!"

I froze in my seat at this coarse language. Sleeping around with a powerful politician was a big problem in itself. The talk of Shakoor sharing me evoked conflicting emotions in me. The cheap talk was turning me on. I craved for the sex even though I was fearful of the repercussions.

The men exchanged leery glances and got to work. They pushed the middle seat back to combine it with the back seat. As they joined the two seats, I checked out Anees. He was also a tall guy with a regular, weather beaten face. Although he had a paunch, he seemed well built.

Once the seats were joined, the passenger area of the car now had a full fledged bed! It had been a long time since I was fucked by two well built men and my body shivered with anticipation.

Shakoor climbed onto the makeshift "bed" and immediately pulled me into his lap. I straddled him and we started kissing frantically. His hands were all over me. He squeezed my breasts underneath the pallu and grabbed my ass. I moaned at this rough treatment and sucked his ear lobes in arousal.

Both of us were horny from our washroom encounter and it was not long before we began undressing each other. I pulled his kurta off and played with his hairy chest.
Anees's expression turned from disbelief to glee as he saw me making out with his boss. A memsaab like me would never behave so uninhibitedly. Looking at me moaning and writing in Shakoor's lap, he also joined us.

Anees sat directly behind me and began exploring my body. He pulled my pallu off and began unravelling my saree. Having removed the saree from my upper body, he tentatively placed his hand on my midriff. I shuddered at his touch. Growing in confidence, he raked his fingers across my sexy midriff. The touch of his coarse fingers was sensational and sent a wave of pleasure through my body. "Shakoor bhai, what a sexy lady you've seduced" he whispered. Seeing me enjoy, he gathered courage and started fondling and stroking my waist and midriff.

I was delirious with the pleasure as Shakoor kissed passionately and Anees touched me intimately. Sensing an opportunity, Anees ran his hands from my waist to my back and unhooked my sleeveless blouse. He roughly pulled it aside and gasped as soon my sexy and fair back was exposed.

Soon I could feel his hands begin to stroke my back. After a while, he bent down to lick my bare back. Anyone watching this scene would have found it obscene.
Here I was, grinding on the lap of a local politician, the pallu of my elegant saree pulled aside and my sleeveless blouse hanging from my shoulders as another man was playing with my midriff and licking the sultry expanse of my bare back. In the heat of the moment, I put my bare arms around Shakoor's topless torso and eagerly pushed my tongue into his mouth.

After a few seconds, between kisses, I heard Shakoor order Anees to remove my bra. "Remove her bra and free her tits. They are just incredible". In a flash, I felt Anees unhook my bra and pull it aside to reveal my firm and beautiful breasts. Anees immediately cupped them behind.

"Mmmmm" I moaned loudly as my breasts were felt up. The touch of my gorgeous breasts sent Anees into a tizzy. He groaned in utter delight "Holy shit! Shakoor bhai, you're right. Her tits are mind blowing. So large..mmm....and firm." Shakoor pulled out of our kiss and watched my tits get fondled by his lackey.

Anees's touch was magical. My nipples hardened with arousal as he caressed and stroked them ardently. I could hear him groan softly in pleasure as he fondled my topless body. As he licked my back and suckled on my neck, his bare chest rubbed against my exposed back and sent a surge of arousal through my body.

One such time, overcome by passion, he whispered "Mmmm this woman's back is so fair and sexy. I can't wait to see her ass". Shakoor laughed loudly at his cohort's enthusiasm and replied in the local dialect "All in good time my friend. We will undress her and fuck her so hard that she won't be able to walk straight for a few days. Look at her enjoying all this as her poor husband is working in that godforsaken bank." He probably assumed that I wouldn't understand but I did and his words sent an erotic shiver down my spine.

The car was moving slowly through the barren countryside. It was as if the driver had been instructed to drive slowly while the two men enjoyed my naked treasures.

A few minutes later, Shakoor asked me to get up from his lap "Time to fully undress her. Anees! the lady needs your help." Anees was salivating at the prospect of seeing me fully naked. He quickly pulled the pleats of my saree off and unravelled my saree. With a flourish of someone enjoying stripping me, he pulled the string of my petticoat and let it drop to the floor.I was now clad only in my skimpy black panties.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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Shakoor reclined against the back seat and beckoned me closer "Suck my cock Sheetal." Although I was a fiercely independent woman, I was thrilled to be submissive to a powerful man during sex. Anees watched me intently as I obediently knelt in front of Shakoor and took his thick cock in my hands. Shakoor sighed loudly. His cock twitched in pleasure as I fondled it. It was just as I remembered it. Magnificently thick and long. And dark. My pussy became wet from just looking at its sheer size.

Shakoor ordered me again. "That's enough Sheetal. Take it in your mouth" he said, coaxing my face towards his cock. He groaned loudly as I bent down and wrapped my lips around it.

"That's it", he muttered as his cock stretched my mouth. "God I love your mouth Sheetal." he groaned, parting my hair to look at my face as I took his manhood inside. I could see Anees watching me from the side from the corner of my eye. He was probably shocked by how debauched the sexy memsaab was. I looked up to see Shakoor's face contort in pleasure as I lapped up his shaft.

"That's it Sheetal. Suck on it like a cock loving slut" he whispered. I slowly started bobbing my head up and down. The musky odour of his pre-cum assaulted my nostrils.

Shakoor egged me on as I sucked his cock. I sucked him like a wanton slut. I took all of it in my mouth and deep throated it, I tongued the crown of his cock while looking into his eyes, I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft as he grabbed my hair in delight, I fondled his balls as I bobbed on his cock, I even bent down to take his balls in my mouth to slowly suck on them. Through out the blow job, I made sure that my hands were either stroking his balls or playing with his chest hair and nipples. I sucked to give him utmost pleasure. Like a cock loving obedient slut would.

Shakoor was overwhelmed by my performance, he kept groaning and bellowing dirty words of encouragement as I pleasured him to the hilt. From my earlier experience I knew Shakoor liked long blowjobs and was determined to pleasure him till he came.

As I blew Shakoor, I felt Anees grab me from behind and pull my panties down. After a brief pause, as the anticipation was killing me, he ran his hand over my crotch and grabbed my pussy. "Oh my god! Fuck!" I mewled in delight. Encouraged by my slutty reaction, Anees ran his fingers across my slit and pushed a couple of fingers into my pussy. "This bitch is so wet!" he groaned appreciatively and started fingering my cunt. As the pace of his fingering increased, I was so awash in pleasure that I stopped sucking Shakoor.

I looked back over my shoulders to see Anees staring at my ass lustily as he fingered my pussy. I had a fairly large and shapely ass that was an object of lust for not just the nukkad guys, but even some of the so called sophisticated men in Bombay. And when I wore a tight pair of jeans or skirt I got visibly stared at. My toned butt could turn on any man even when it was clothed. So it didn't really surprise me that Anees found my butt so enticing. After all, I was on my knees, my thighs spread apart sexily and my curvy ass exposed in all its glory.

Shakoor didn't mind one bit that I had stopped blowing him. He was enjoying the sight of his secretary finger fucking me and turning me into a hot, moaning mess. Anees's confidence grew as my moans became louder. Looking at me moan for his touch, he used his other hand to squeeze and fondle my ass. He was finger fucking me and kneading my ass at the same time. My senses were overwhelmed and I hollered to an orgasm.

"Saw that? The slut loves you" Shakoor guffawed loudly. "Look at her thrust that magnificent ass out. You must be getting a great view."

Anees was not done with me. He parted my ass and ran his fingers naughtily over my asshole. Still panting from my earlier orgasm, I moaned in delight at this kinky gesture. This emboldened Anees to properly start playing with my asshole.

"Her gaand is amazing. So big and juicy. This slut is so horny that she will let us do anything. We should fuck her in the ass" Anees replied to Shakoor's earlier remark. He had also used the word gaand to describe my ass. I somehow found their descriptions in Hindi dirtier and more turning on.

I started thrusting back against Anees's fingers as he pleasured my ass.

"Enough of that, now suck my cock Sheetal" Shakoor said impatiently. I wrapped my lips, once again, around his cock as Anees stimulated my asshole. Carried away, I heard him praise my ass loudly as I lapped my tongue around Shakoor's cock.

Soon the groans of all three of us filled the air. I came loudly once again.
The fondling stopped and I felt Anees press his dick against my opening. He was about to fuck me! I thrust my ass back eagerly. Anees groaned at the enthusiasm of the sexy bank manager's wife and slid his cock in. Anees's cock was thick but I was so aroused that it slid in smoothly. After entering me completely, he grabbed my hips and slowly started fucking me. My tits swung due to the force of his thrusts and rubbed against Shakoor's hairy thighs. I sucked Shakoor more aggressively as Anees heightened the pace of fucking. I could feel and hear the sound of his thighs slamming against my ass. The cabin of the car was filled with the scent of sex.

The frequency of dirty talk between the two men increased as all of us were in the throes of pleasure. Shakoor became boastful "All these city born sluts are like this. They act all demure around their husbands in their pretty sarees but once you take them to a corner and pull their pallus aside, their true nature comes out".

I moaned loudly at this dirty talk and lapped my tongue vigorously around his cock.

Shakoor continued "You just need to finger these sluts a little bit and they'll let you play with their gorgeous breasts. You finger them a little more and they'll spread their legs for you and beg you for a good fucking. Isn't it Sheetal?"

"Mmmmm" I moaned in pleasure although I knew it was blatant misrepresentation.
Shakoor was now on a roll what with a pretty face like mine sucking him off passionately. "Do you know what these sluts do in Bombay. They all wear tiny clothes and go to pubs without their husbands. There they find hot men with cocks bigger than their husbands. These sluts cling to such men, dance with them and eventually end up sucking their cocks in a bathroom or get bent over and fucked doggy style".

Anees replied "Bhai our Sheetal bhabhi is a different level. Not only did she let you play with her tits in the bathroom, she is also getting fucked like a bitch right now". Both of them laughed.

The dirty talk aroused me even more as I sucked and thrust my ass wildly. Shakoor started groaning loudly as he approached his orgasm. I bobbed my head on his dick rapidly even as Anees was humping me wildly. I was delirious with pleasure as I got fucked from both ends. Shakoor was the first to cum. He grabbed my head and buried his cock inside my mouth as he ejaculated. In the heat of the moment, I swallowed all of his cum, which delighted him greatly and even licked his dick clean as he slumped against the back seat, spent from the blow job. After Shakoor, I also orgasmed loudly. Anees was nowhere close to coming and he kept fucking me. His staying power was insane. Very few men I had slept with could resist my beauty and prolong their erections.

Done with the blow job, I was now focussed on the pleasure that my pussy was receiving from Anees's relentless fucking. He fucked me with long and hard strokes. I asked him to pause for a while and positioned myself again by holding onto the back rest for support. Anees groaned loudly every time he thrust in.

"God you've such a tight pussy" he said loudly. "Do you like getting fucked hard?"

"Mmmmm...aaaah...aaah...I love getting fucked hard" I screamed.

The dirty talk continued. The sex was mind blowing. Anees was squeezing my butt as he fucked me with long and hard strokes.

"Do you like my cock inside your tight cunt?"

"Aaaah aaaah I love your cock inside"

Shakoor who was slumped against the back rest I was holding onto was staring at my breasts as they swung wildly from the impact. I screamed and moaned as Anees's magnificent cock stretched and stimulated the deepest corners of my pussy.

Between groans Anees kept whispering, "God I just want to keep fucking your tight pussy all day".

After a few minutes, Anees fell on my back and grabbed my breasts from behind. He changed his pace and humped me slowly from behind as I held onto the back rest for support. As if it was possible to get more turned on, I shuddered with pleasure when he cupped and fondled my hanging boobs with his rough hands. He drew closer and rested his face against my sweaty shoulders. His hairy chest tingled my bare back and his rock hard shaft was embedded deep in my pussy. I loved the feel of his hairy crotch rub against my butt every time he humped me slowly. Blinded by passion, I grabbed and massaged his balls.

"Do you like it when I grab your titties like that?" Anees whispered in my ear.

"Mmmmm yes...sooo good" I moaned back while playing with his balls. He clearly enjoyed my slutty response. His cock twitched inside my cunt and he squeezed my boobs harder. With one hand he swept my hair away from my shoulder and traced his hot tongue along my neck. I moaned loudly as he licked and kissed along my shoulders.

He trailed his hands onto my cleavage, across my chest and down onto my midriff. I writhed in delight at this delightful intrusion. Emboldened, he traced a circle around my navel teasingly. I moaned. Egged on he drop his hand further and traced my pussy. I moaned louder. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my clit which he started stroking. This proved to be too much and soon I had my third orgasm of the journey.

Dazed and overcome by emotion, I stared out of the back window at the plume of dust being kicked up by our car as it moved through the country side.

"You liked that, didn't you, you slut" Anees groaned, his cock still inside me.
I was amazed by the staying power of this man. "Let's try something else. I want to look at your tits while I fuck you".

He sat down with his back resting against the seat and asked me straddle him. I sat astride on his lap and guided his cock inside. He groaned as I sat on his cock.

My pussy had just recovered from an earth shattering orgasm but the pleasure slowly started radiating again as it got used to the new position.

I ground into his cock slowly. Anees grabbed my ass and started squeezing it.

"God, you have such a sexy butt. Firm and juicy...just like your tits" He was groaning noticeably with every time I slid in. His face was contorted in pleasure as I started bouncing on his shaft to heighten my pleasure. "Bhai look at this amazing slut" he said, staring at my large breasts as they swung irresistibly. Shakoor hungrily looked at my tits as I bounced up and down his secretary's cock.

"Incredible tits" Anees said almost like an after thought. He pulled me forward and grabbed my breasts as I continued to ride him. Noticing that I liked the boob action, he squeezed and played with them. After a few minutes, he grabbed one and started sucking on it. I hollered loudly as he sucked and lapped at my breasts. Stimulated and pleasured to the hilt I rode him like a slut. I bounced on his cock and rubbed his face between my breasts without any shame or care in the world.

Meanwhile, Shakoor, who we had completely forgotten about, had recovered from the blowjob. "Enough of your obsession with her tits. Fuck the slut hard and pass her to me quickly."

Hearing this Anees grabbed me by my waist and bounced me harder on his cock. He closed his eyes in pleasure and grabbed my breasts. I was very close to my orgasm. So was he. After a few seconds he started groaning loudly and finally came inside me. As he came, he hugged me tightly and buried his cum spurting cock deep inside me. Something about the position made it feel very intimate. I orgasmed with him and collapsed on him tired from the energetic fucking.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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I was panting from the energetic sex on Anees’s lap. In the throes of his orgasm, he hugged me tightly and buried his face between my breasts. We rested that way for a while before Shakoor made his move.

"I'm not done with you yet. Come here" he said and pulled me from Anees's lap. He laid me on the seat. I was tired and sweaty from the intense orgasm I just had even though the air conditioning was on at full blast. I looked up to see Shakoor fisting his cock as he surveyed my naked body which lay exposed in front of him.

"You're one gorgeous slut, Sheetal. I have seen many city women, but none as beautiful and sexy as you". I moaned at these words of encouragement and grabbed his cock. I jerked his cock as he straddled me. He brought the tip of his cock near my mouth. I parted my lips in anticipation but he only teased my lips with the end of his penis and before I could suck on it, he pulled it back! I was so debauched, that I moaned in disappointment as he traced his precum on my sexy lips. Shakoor probably couldn't believe his luck. The sexy memsaab from Bombay was completely naked in front of him and was moaning loudly for his cock.

After teasing me a couple of times, Shakoor dipped his cock into my mouth. I started sucking his fat, sausage like dick eagerly and even played with his balls. I lapped my tongue around the fat crown and licked along the length of his shaft. Shakoor pushed his luck and climbed onto my face, presenting his hairy butt to me. The sweaty and musky odour of his butt assaulted my senses. But in the heat of the moment, I parted his butt and ran my tongue on his asshole. Probably taken aback by my depravity, I could hear Shakoor groan loudly and talk dirty as I rimmed his hairy asshole.

Was I a dirty slut? I was a qualified and successful woman from Bombay. And yet why did I derive so much satisfaction out of pleasuring the cocks of the local men. No doubt the men found me irresistibly hot and sexy. I had a great body and was spectacular in bed.....but I had never done something like for my own husband.
My thoughts were interrupted when Shakoor climbed off my face and started fondling my tits. "God these titties are so awesome" he groaned. He straddled me and started sucking my boobs. I moaned in pleasure as Shakoor alternated between my breasts. His hard dick rubbed against my thighs. "Put it in" I moaned, as Shakoor sucked hard on my nipple.

Taking matters into my own hand, I grabbed his cock and guided it towards my pussy. "What a fucking tight pussy you have Sheetal! Does your husband fuck you at all?" Shakoor groaned as he slid his cock all the way in. I moaned as he filled me up. As he started fucking me with long and hard strokes, I continued my earlier thoughts......My voluptuous curves could make any man drool. I could seduce any man I wanted and yet I invariably fell prey to the crude advances of these nukkad guys. Worse I was now getting fucked by a notorious local MLA and his secretary.

Shakoor gradually increased the pace of fucking. He pushed my arms back and rested his face on my shoulder. I screamed as the pleasure started building up. Involuntarily, I wrapped my legs around my lover so that he could go deeper. "Aaaaah...aaaaah" I moaned involuntarily as Shakoor's thick cock pummelled my pussy. Shakoor buried his face in my arm pit. Although I felt tickled, initially, it was a great turn on when he rubbed his beard against my sensitive skin and took in my scent, audibly. Later, he did something even more erotic. He took his tongue out and started licking my arm pit. We were both completely naked, my fair body and his dark torso grinding intimately against each other. My breasts were mashed against his hairy chest, his paunch pressed against my toned midriff, his hands behind my back, his head buried in my arms and my legs wrapped around his hips. Anyone watching us would have thought we were lovers.

"Aaaah...fuck.....mmmmmm" I moaned. My moaning sent him into an animalistic passion. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, held me by my hips and started bouncing me on his cock. The sex was hard and frenetic. I was thrilled to see his thick cock fuck me rapidly. My tits were swinging wildly and the air was filled with the squelching noises of our thrusting and groaning.

In the midst of this, I Anees piped up with the ultimate kinky idea "Bhai do you want to double penetrate this slut? Let's fuck her from both ends" The words set off alarm bells in my head. I had never been double penetrated. From what I've heard, it could be painful. Yet....yet I was so aroused that I was thrilled by the idea.

"Why not?" said Shakoor, as he climbed off my body. Shakoor patted my ass and asked me straddle Anees who was lying back with his rock hard cock pointing skywards. As I climbed on top of Anees, I realised what made me such a slut for these men.

I straddled Anees like a porn star and buried his cock inside my ultra wet and aroused pussy. Shakoor pushed me forward and parted my butt. He fingered my asshole, preparing me for penetration. I kissed Anees passionately as I got fingered. He sucked and bit my lips. The fingering stopped after a while as Shakoor lined up his cock and slowly pushed it against my asshole.

"Unggh...slowly" I groaned. Slowly, Shakoor pushed the mushroom head of his cock inside my asshole. A mixture of pleasure coupled with a dull pain surged through my body. "Aaaaaa...slowly" I moaned. Once he entered me, Shakoor kept pushing his cock in.

"I thought her pussy was tight...her asshole is incredibly tight..fuck!" Shakoor groaned in pleasure as his cock was squeezed by my tight butt. I bit into Anees's shoulder to mask the scorching pain I was experiencing. After a couple of seconds, Shakoor exhaled in relief as he was fully in. He held my hips and tentatively started thrusting. Through the fog of pain, a slow pleasure emerged. I started moaning as Shakoor increased the pace of his thrusting. I was getting anal fucked! Shakoor grabbed my breasts from behind as he ground his cock into my ass. Not only was I getting butt fucked, I had a man underneath me stretching my vagina to the fullest. "God you're an incredibly slutty woman" Shakoor groaned as my tight asshole squeezed his cock to the hilt.

That's when I realised what made me such a slut for these men. First, I pandered to their image of a rampantly sexual and promiscuous woman from the big city hidden beneath the prim and pretty exterior of a dutiful housewife. Second, I was dirty and kinky in bed. Unlike their wives, I wasn't shy. I was uninhibited during sex which blew their minds. I could lick their cocks and fondle their assholes without flinching. In turn I found their fascination for my body and my sexual desire erotic. This symbiotic fascination was what attracted me to them and vice versa.

"Look at this sexy rump" groaned Shakoor, his cock buried deep inside my ass. "I could fuck it all day". He mauled my ass even as Anees latched onto my freely swinging breasts and sucked on them. As we fucked like this shamelessly, I heard the driver slide the partition and say "Shakoor Saab, we will reach the town in 20 minutes". I don't know if he saw he through the partition. I was too aroused to care.

"Harder" I moaned to both men. "Use your dirty cocks and fuck me hard" This spurred them on. Shakoor started humping me hard as Anees thrust into me from below. I shut my eyes as a never experienced before pleasure coursed through my being. I didn't know how loud I was or what I was doing. I grabbed and kissed Anees passionately. I was delirious with pleasure and oblivious to everything else. I lost count of the number of times I orgasmed.

After a few minutes Shakoor pulled out of me with loud groan. I felt him cum drip on my asshole. Anees continued to fuck me for a few minutes, before he drew me closer and hugged me tightly and came inside me. I shuddered with pleasure and lay on top of him, sweaty and tired.

After a few minutes I rolled over and just stared at the ceiling of the car. Shakoor was already dressed. Several thoughts crossed my mind. I realised that both men had sex with me for at least two hours. For those two hours I had been fucked senseless. I had moaned, mewled and hollered through multiple orgasms. All this happened while we travelling in a car. Two hours back when I was getting into the car, I expected to have a quickie with Shakoor. In the blink of an eye, I had become a willing participant in a full blown threesome.

A year back, I shyly averted my eyes whenever men gave me lecherous looks. Now I lay naked in the back seat of a car, shamelessly basking in the warm after glow of sex. I was the wife of a respectable bank manager in the town and Shakoor was an MLA with a wife and two grown up daughters. I was at least 20 years younger than him. But here were naked in the back of his car. Both men quickly put on their clothes after the sex while I still exhibited my naked treasures. I had no shame.

Shakoor was more respectful now that the sex was over. "Sheetal ji please put on your clothes. Or we will get tempted again". All of us laughed at this. I slowly put on my clothes as the car drove towards my home. Thank god for tinted windows, I thought. Finally I stepped out the car, a dignified woman, in my elegant saree without showing a trace of what had transpired inside the car. I was fondled even when I was putting on my clothes. Shakoor made me sit on his lap before I could put on my blouse and sucked on my breasts. "God knows when I'll get to suck them again" he said, slurping against my nipples. Not to be outdone, Anees fondled my butt whenever I bent down to pick up an item of clothing. I was glad to indulge them because they were so besotted my body. I got kick out of it. Even after having sex with me for two hours, they still craved for my body.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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After the threesome with Shakoor and Anees, I spent the next few days introspecting about my addiction to sex. I knew that I was sliding down a path that not only had societal repercussions but also for my own self. I could be publicly shamed and humiliated for being unfaithful and depraved. But what bothered me more was my seemingly insatiable appetite for sex with dirty and rowdy local men. It was clear that my husband no longer satisfied me sexually but my substituting that with sex from random men could be a recipe for disaster.

After a few quiet days, I had a discussion with Vinay. I told him that staying in the town was no longer working out for me. I could not immerse myself in work. Neither could I be a good wife to him as I was frustrated. That's when Vinay himself suggested that I should return to Bombay. He also said that he expected to be transferred to the head office in Bombay soon enough.

In the end it was an easy decision for me. I had to return to Bombay or continue on a perilous downward spiral which could land me in terrible trouble. Even during those days I would get text messages from Shakoor and Ali propositioning sex. Shakoor surreptitiously landed up at my house or I would at his farm house and spend the day fucking each other senseless. But I was clear that this wasn't the sort of life I wanted to live.

Although the decision was easy, acting on it was tough. I suffered from severe withdrawal after coming back to Bombay. I was a sex addict. On some days I just wanted to be the archetype of what Shakoor described as slutty Bombay women. I just wanted to put on a slinky dress, go to a pub and hook up with a man. It was a couple of months of dedicated self control that I returned to a semblance of normalcy.

Vinay often visited me in Bombay and promised to push for his transfer. Eventually his transfer did come through and he was supposed to return in six months when one night changed everything.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Sheetal, you're looking wonderful"


"Thank you so much. You're looking splendid too"

"Its so good to see you after so long"

"Indeed. It feels so good to be back"

"Are you going to stay here for a while?"

"Oh yes. I have decided to stay in Bombay for good. Vinay has some work left which he will wrap up soon and get back"

"That's great. Anyway its wonderful to see you again. We should catch up soon. I'll call you."

I gazed around at the gathering. It was party for the bankers and their wives to meet and unwind. Vinay was talking to a senior manager from a multinational bank. The air was filled with the familiar sounds of clinking glasses and soft murmurs. I circled around to the wine counter for a refill of the chardonnay. This was my world. People here behaved in a manner that was predictable to me. Here I was an equal. At least I could pretend to be. There were no nukkad guys to humiliate me, take advantage of me or seduce me. Pity I had to wean myself away from the kinky pleasures that they had to offer!

I surveyed the ball room and decided to soak in the atmosphere from the balcony on the other side. I motioned to Vinay that I would be in the balcony and he nodded. As I walked across the room, I noted the subtle glances I was getting from the men. I was wearing a black chiffon saree with a golden sleeveless blouse. I smiled to myself about the glances. I may have moved from a small town to Bombay but the reaction of men everywhere was constant. They still glanced for an eyeful of my midriff when my pallu shifted or a hint of cleavage through the translucent chiffon material. I could feel some of them ogle at my exposed back and swaying ass.

A gentle sea breeze wafted towards the balcony. The balcony was empty. I stood near the ornate pabangt wall to gaze at the sea. As I stood there staring vacantly into the faraway sea and the twinkling lights of the Worli sea link, I heard someone walk up.

Must be Vinay, I thought, without turning.

"Hi Sheetal" said a gruff manly voice. It was not Vinay.

"Hello...." I said, smiling as I turned around, even though I didn't quite recognise this handsome man in a dinner jacket.

"You don't remember me, do you?" he chuckled.

"I am sorry but I'm afraid not."

He laughed in a deep sonorous way.

"I'm Rajesh" he said extending his hand.

I extended mine for a hand shake. But with an exaggerated bow he bent and kissed my hand. Strange man, I thought.

"Remember we had met a few months back when you were in the town. I had dropped by to pick up some documents...."

He smiled, his expressive face trying to look for a sign of recognition on my face.

A vague memory of me opening the door in a skimpy skirt was rekindled.

"Oh yes...I do remember now" I muttered and apologised for not remembering.

"Beautiful ladies like you can take all the liberties in the world" he said with a wide smile.

What a flirt!

I smiled too.

"So what do you do these days Mr Rajesh?" I said, deflecting the conversation away from any discussion of my days in the nukkad.

"I'm a banker. Obvious isn't it?" Before I could respond, he continued, "But what I really like is to talk to pretty ladies like you."

Again that deep voice.

"Is that so?" I smirked. "I wonder what a gentleman like you was doing in that mofussil town"

I arched my brow as his eyes flickered over my breasts. The sleeveless blouse covered my ample bosom but a tantalising glimpse of my cleavage and bare arms could be seen through the sheer pallu.

"Oh that. I was there as a part of my executive training. I was up for promotion and the bank wanted me to go see how the rest of India lives"

I could see his eyes subtly checking out my midriff as he spoke. I cursed myself for wearing the saree low on my hip. He must have gotten a great look at my deep navel.

"And did you find out how the rest of India lives?" I enquired in my mock quizzical tone.

He just laughed. He was a handsome man with sharp features and a pleasant smile. Although he was a compulsive flirt, I was enjoying this conversation. The evening had been boring otherwise.

"Oh I sure did. So much so that as soon as I got an offer from a different bank, I rushed back to Mumbai”. He paused and then continued, “God, that place was an abomination. So far away from civilization as we know it. And the people are either outright thugs or wimpy businessmen. And imagine working on a 256 KBPS wifi network! My god, what a terrible life."

I was laughing through this mini rant of his. The wine had brought my inhibitions down and I was glad I had something common to talk about finally.

"Tell me about it. We are such ingrates accustomed to cushy, urban living"

"Well guilty as charged" he raised his hands in a "shoot me" kind of way.

For the next half an hour, we stood there chatting and enjoying the gentle sea breeze. He was easy to talk to, a great conversationalist in fact. Once in a while I noticed him check me out furtively. The saree acquitted me in a sexy light, highlighting my curvy figure. So I didn't mind it at all. I was feeling good about myself after a long time and it had been ages since someone had flirted with me.

"You know Sheetal, I don't think you had such a bad time"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh you don't have to be coy!" he said with a big, knowing smile.

I didn't what he was referring to.

"C'mon Sheetal! You probably fooled your husband but literally everyone in the bank knew what was going on. I didn't believe it at first. I mean you looked so sophisticated and urban. But I was certainly very intrigued when I received that phone call from you."

With a jolt, I realised which phone call he was talking about.

"After that, one day I was having tea at a stall outside and got chatty. You wouldn't believe the amount of gossip tea vendors can give. He told me about your fling with Raza."

I froze and stared blankly at the sea. So far we were facing each other as we spoke. But this revelation was like a punch to the gut and I averted my face. As my head reeled with thoughts, he moved closer.

He put his left hand on my shoulder. I shuddered from his touch on my bare shoulder. I looked at his face. He chuckled and said "Don't worry, your husband is very busy with an old fart. He can’t see us. No wonder he never got to know what you did behind his back. Always busy with work."

Vinay was indeed busy talking to the senior manager. I could see the party chugging along inside through the glass façade, but we were completely obscured from the inside.

I turned back to look at sea, my mind in a turmoil.

Rajesh continued, confident that he could take more liberties with. His caressed his hand along my bare arm and onto my back. I shivered from his touch. The blouse exposed my back entirely except for a thin strap that held it in place.

"Remember the day I came to your house to pick up those documents. I knew something fishy was going on. Why would a lady like you wear a trashy skirt like that when your husband was not around the house. My suspicions were fuelled when I saw a ruffian knock on the door as soon as I left the house. So I stayed behind to see what was happening and imagine my surprise when this guy just picked you up into his arms and carried you inside!"

As he spoke, Rajesh coolly stroked the smooth expanse of my back. I stood frozen not knowing what to say as this man I had barely met was spilling out my deepest secrets.

"You are a very naughty girl, Sheetal" he said and slipped his fingers below my blouse strap. I suppressed a moan. The lustful side of me that I had buried deep inside me for the past few months was suddenly bursting to come out. I felt the same way about Rajesh touching me now as I did with the nukkad guys. Helpless, utterly aroused and alive.

I turned to see his face as he spoke.

"You naughty, naughty girl. Don't worry, I won't tell any of this to your husband. We all have our weaknesses, don't we?" he smiled.

And out of nowhere, he slapped my ass. Not hard but his audacity stung me. And it tingled my body.

"You know what my weakness is?" he asked innocently as he cupped my ass and squeezed it. Slowly and deliberately. He was almost kneading my butt.

“Women like are my weakness, Sheetal.”

My mind was on an overdrive. Should I let this go on? But my body was getting aroused. I thought I would just play along and see how far he would go now that I knew his motives weren't to expose me or humiliate me.

But before I could say anything, he pulled me into an alcove located to the side of the large balcony. The balcony had large cylindrical pillars holding up the ornate arched roof and he pulled me behind one such pillar, away from the sight of anyone who would come to the balcony. A set of tall potted plants obscured us from the balcony.

I was turned on and the shady spot lowered my apprehension of being spotted by someone. Rajesh sensed that I was willing.

He pushed me against the pillar and and unpinned my pallu with the practiced ease of a man who had his way with women. He gazed into my eyes and let it drop to the floor. I sighed, my breath heavy with anticipation.

I felt shy as his eyes trailed over my heaving bosom. The sleeveless blouse looked elegant when dbangd with a saree. Without the pallu, I looked slutty with my large breasts thrust out. After a few seconds, his eyes dropped to the smooth expanse of my midriff. He thought for a second before caressing my midriff with his hand. "So sexy Sheetal..." he whispered as I gasped at his sensual touch.

He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me on my face. After a few seconds, he kissed me on my lips. I hadn’t kissed another man in ages. The soft touch of his lips tingled my body. I was so aroused that I reciprocated. We kissed tentatively at first like new lovers do, softly kissing each others lips. Slowly the kiss intensified. He slipped his tongue into the kiss, I sucked on his lips. God, he was a good kisser.

As we kissed passionately, I heard footsteps approaching the balcony.

"Sheetal? Are you there?" It was Vinay's voice. I panicked and tried to push Rajesh away thinking desperately of a way to salvage the situation. But Rajesh held me in a tight embrace.

"Shhh....he can't see us here" he whispered, even as he trapped me against the pillar. As I resisted, he pushed his tongue forcefully into my mouth to subdue my resistance.

I groaned, breathless. It was too late now. Vinay was standing in the balcony. I couldn’t leave now. Rajesh continued kissing me and I warmed up to it. As we kissed, he slid his hands from my face, knowing that I wouldn’t resist anymore, and cupped my breasts with both hands. I gasped at his audacity. My husband stood less than 10 feet away as he squeezed and caressed them softly.

"Your breasts are so juicy" Rajesh whispered. "I can’t wait to see them".
I moaned softly, aroused by the kinkiness of the situation. Vinay was loitering around the balcony and fiddling with his phone. He was probably waiting for me to join him. Soon a group of men descended on the balcony for a smoke.
Rajesh sensed that making out in the close vicinity of so many men was turning me on. As we continued making out, he started unhooking my blouse. I grabbed his hands and stopped him.

"Are you mad?!" "My husband is right here!" I whispered in panic.

"Shhh...nothing is going to happen. Relax. They'll never know we are here."

He was probably right. Completely oblivious to us, the men were loudly engrossed in a conversation about some test match. Sensing that I was satisfied with his explanation, my new lover quickly undid my blouse and pulled it aside. Within seconds, my lacy bra was also on the floor.

I blushed coyly as my breasts were revealed. "You're so hot" Rajesh whispered, his eyes taking in the sight of my curvy and full breasts.

I felt a pang of guilt as Rajesh cupped my breasts. I could hear Vinay's voice as he chatted with the others. Here I was standing topless in front of a stranger as he fondled my breasts.

But not for long. Rajesh knew his way around a woman's body. He squeezed my breasts and played with my nipples, stroking and drawing circles around them. I moaned as pleasure surged through my body. "Your tits are so amazing" groaned Rajesh as he explored my topless body. I shivered in pleasure and placed my hand over his erection. "Stroke it" he whispered. I ran my fingers along the length of his shaft over his trousers. It seemed large and thick. I shuddered to think how it would feel inside me and began stroking it eagerly. Rajesh grunted in delight and aggressively squeezed my large boobs.

After a few seconds, Rajesh pushed me back against the pillar. He bent down and softly flicked his tongue against my nipple. I leaned against the pillar in arousal and wrapped my arms around his head as he nuzzled against my tits. He closed his lips around my dark pink nipples and suckled on them. I felt waves of pleasure surge through my body as he ravaged my tits. Once again, I had succumbed to the blatant advances of an alpha male.

I groaned as Rajesh bit my nipple. He looked up at my face, his face obscenely buried in my cleavage "Your tits are just divine. I just can't get enough of them. "
With a shudder I realised he was very turned on and would fuck me then and there if I didn't stop him. With great difficulty I whispered, "Rajesh! We need to get out of here, it’s been a long time since Vinay has seen me. He’ll be looking for me". I couldn't just let a man I met an hour ago fuck me in the open and if I was anymore aroused I wouldn't be able to resist him.

He evidently hadn't heard me or didn't care as he bent further down and flicked his tongue at my navel.

"Hmmmm" I moaned involuntarily and bit my lip as a bolt of pleasure surged through me. He was good.

He circled his tongue around my navel and darted it inside, once again.

"Mmmmm...fuck that's nice"

"Your navel is so sexy Sheetal. I couldn't resist myself after seeing you in the saree."

"Mmmm...please let's go inside.....please" I whispered, my voice hoarse from arousal. I was on the brink. One more nudge and I would pull his pants down and start sucking his cock.

I don't know what happened but good sense prevailed. He withdrew and handed me my blouse.

I put on my bra and blouse as he stared at my boobs unabashedly and kept commenting about how sexy they were. Once I was ready, I peeked from behind the pillar. The men had gone back to the party inside.

"You stay here and come after five minutes. I don't want anyone to suspect anything."

"Sure" he nodded.

I mingled back into the crowd without anyone noticing.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

kevvkekaa-

Your work is unparalleled. I love your stories and description as well as the emotions you display in love making. Though there is so much erotic aspect in your story it lacks proper story to be frank. Now instead of beginning new angle back in Bombay , a guy whom Sheetal meets in an hour easily gets her and this happens just by referring to her old ways , sorry to say this but what's the fun in fucking a slut when he already knows what she did or who she was back in the day. Rather it would have been fun if a guy who doesn't know her past seduce her to make her go back to old ways would have been more fun and would have opened a lot of options to continue this story. I am sorry it always easy to say 100 things the story could be but hard to write myself which I have never done but this is honest feeling I just mentioned so please forgive me if I have made any aggressive comments out of sheer interest in your story. Thanks

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was chatting away with the wife of some manager when Vinay spotted me and walked up to me.


"I thought you would be waiting in the balcony"

"Well I did, but you didn't come, so I went for a walk in the garden" I said, a little brusquely, feigning anger.

"Sorry to keep you waiting darling. Are you doing fine?"

I smiled "I’m fine. This is a little boring but you already know how I feel about such gatherings”.

"Sure darling. I’ll try to get out soon. But you know I have to network. Just one more hour."

Just then, Rajesh walked up to us and introduced himself "Hi Vinay, care to introduce your beautiful wife to me?"

"Hi Rajesh, meet my wife, Sheetal. Sheetal, meet Rajesh. He used my colleague at the bank but now he's moved on and is an Associate Vice President at Goldman Sachs"

Rajesh gave me a sly smile as we shook hands "Nice to meet you, Sheetal. How are you doing?"

"I'm very good, thank you" I smiled perhaps a little too coyly.

I was a little shocked by the unrealness of the situation. Ten minutes back the same man, a random acquaintance, had stripped me and was playing with my boobs. Now he was introducing himself like a stranger.

"Be careful, this chap is a bit of a flirt" Vinay whispered into my ears even as I was shaking hands and smiling at Rajesh

We chatted about some mundane stuff and after a couple of minutes, Vinay drifted away and joined a large group which was standing at the far corner of the room, leaving me with Rajesh.

"So my husband tells me that you are a flirt" I smiled. "I disagree with him"
Both of us burst into knowing laughter.

"You can't blame me can you. I mean look at this place. All these women who have accompanied their husbands. I have even slept with a couple of them. But they're all so boring. On the other hand, I find you very interesting."

"Only interesting?" I teased him.

"Hahaha...interesting...and very sexy" he said, as his eyes trailed over my boobs.

It was my turn to blush. He was a tall, well built man with pleasant urbane features.

"So Rajesh, do you have a thing for the wives of colleagues you work with?" I asked him in a seductive tone

"Well a man has to get by" "That way I am bit like you...."

He left it hanging but both of us knew what he meant. We both liked sex a little bit more than the others around us. The erotic tension was palpable in the air. This teasing conversation was not helping me one bit.

Abruptly, he said "Sheetal, why don't we continue this conversation in my room. I would love to host you. Room 508. I'll be waiting." He winked and briskly walked out, leaving the modalities of my exit for me to figure out.

My mind was in a turmoil. I was reluctant to cheat on Vinay. I had decided, when I came back to Bombay, that my promiscuity was a thing of the past. I no longer resented Vinay for leaving me to rot at home. My life was back to normal. Sex with Vinay was enjoyable although I wished he was more dominating in bed. I was working again and didn't seek validation from other men who were readily available. It helped that there was no one in our group of friends who turned me on like the nukkad guys did. Plus it was too risky. Due to the weird code that the nukkad guys followed, I had somehow gotten away by getting fucked by nearly half the men in the town but things were different in Bombay. I was a respectable woman from a respectable household with a reputation to uphold.

But....but...the encounter in the balcony had shattered all of these illusions. I was turned in a primal way by Rajesh. I loved the pleasure that surged through me when he felt me up behind my husband's back. I had somehow managed to repress these thoughts after coming back. In my head, the shamelessness and lust with which I sought out men for sexual trysts were related to my temporary state of mind when I was in that small town. But clearly I was wrong and now they were back to haunt me. I had lost control and made out with my husband's colleague. I let him strip me.....kiss me.....feel up my boobs.....I was willing...I stroked his penis. God! that penis. It felt huge. Hard. I bit my lips just thinking about it. I had to see it, hold it....feel it inside me. The truth is I was a cheat and once a cheat, always a cheat.

I hung around for a while and told Vinay that I was going to a friend's place for a party. He understood because he knew I got bored at these parties. Just to make sure, I lied that I would be crashing at my friend's place and will see him in the morning. I don't know if I was a good liar or Vinay was really naive. He didnt object. So I kissed my husband good bye and took the elevator to Room 508.
My heart was thumping as I made my way to Rajesh's room.I stood outside the door and took a deep breath. What I was about to do could possibly impact my life in ways that I could not imagine. So far I had been a good girl, an ideal wife in Bombay. Now I was about to let my infidelity cross the boundaries of the nukkad and reach Bombay. But the primal pull of lust and craving were overpowering as I knocked on the door.

Rajesh opened the door and let me in. He had taken off his blazer and tie. His shirt sleeves were rolled up. I could feel his burning gaze on my body as I walked in. My guess was right. He instinctively averted his eyes from my ass as I turned around. Ironic! Sophisticated men didn't want to be caught staring at a woman's assets, even if it was a woman they were about to have sex with. I stood next to the bed, taking in the room as he locked the door. It was like any other room at a star hotel...cushy bed..mood lighting...plush curtains...mini bar....I let it sink in that I was about to cheat on my husband in a hotel room. My mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts. I stood rooted next to the bed.

Rajesh picked up a glass of whisky from the table which he must have poured for himself before I came and said "I was just wondering if you aren't going to come" and signalled if I wanted a drink. I didn't. "Married women tend to have conscience pangs at the last minute". I didn't say anything.

He switched the TV off and came and stood next to me. This time he openly admired my body and walked around me while sipping whisky. I felt mildly humiliated as he examined like a show piece, but I also felt aroused at being openly admired.

"You look beautiful, Sheetal" he said standing in front of me

"You should probably say that while looking at my face and not my boobs" I retorted and giggled.

He smiled and gestured as if it was not his fault. This time he looked into my eyes and unpinned my pallu for the second time in the span of an hour. This is it, I thought. There was no turning back.

The pallu was on the floor. I blushed as his eyes glided over my breasts and rested on my sexy navel. Then he again walked behind me as I stood rooted to the floor. He patted my butt and said "I can't wait to see this naked. Beautiful women in sarees are like gifts. They need to unwrapped slowly"
I blushed again but couldn't help but retort "And is that what you tell all the women you seduce?"

He squeezed my ass gently sending an erotic shiver down my body "Why such contempt for a man who is just being honest…"
He trailed his hand across my almost bare back. Another shiver. “..in his praise of a sexy lady..."

"Not contempt...just wondering how much of it is honest and how much of it is being said just to impress me" I said as he completed his round and stood in front of me.

He pinched his throat and said "Its all honest, I swear. And looking at you in light, I'm doubly sure that you may be the sexiest woman I have ever seen"

I knew that he was just praising me only to get into my pants. But there was something primal about the way he was pursuing me. Admittedly, I have a thing for smooth talkers even though I fundamentally distrusted them. I once had a boyfriend who was a congenital liar and a smooth talker but who was also mind blowing in bed. I shivered as I thought of my ex going down on me. He was fantastic down there and had a way with his hands that was sure to make any woman weak in her knees. So there. While I would never buy anything from a smooth talker, I would definitely go to bed with one.

I was brought back from my thoughts when Rajesh squeezed my butt again. This time he squeezed harder. "Mmmmm" I moaned involuntarily.

He pulled me in for a kiss and soon our lips were mashed together in a passionate kiss. His hands wandered around my bare back, teasing me with his touch. I grabbed his chest passionately. It was rock hard and sexy. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and leaned in to feel his bare chest against my pallu less body. It was hot. My skin tingled with erotic sensation as it caressed against his body. I grabbed his butt and squeezed it hard as he swirled he sucked on my tongue. I gasped as he pulled me closer and unhooked my blouse. I was nearly topless with just a flimsy strapless bra covering my boobs.

Any guilt that I had dissipated. So far I had been a passive participant, my mind torn between loyalty to my husband and succumbing to the sexual pleasures of a fling. But now I was ready.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Instinctively, I unhooked his pants and slipped my hands under his trousers. He groaned as I felt my way around his toned ass. He sucked on my lips aggressively as I grabbed his naked ass. He moaned loudly as I stroked the beginning of his ass crack. Men always loved that!


"God, you're such a slut" he groaned and ripped my bra off animalistically. The blouse and bra hind limply on my shoulders. He pulled out of the kiss and ogled shamelessly at my large boobs which were on the verge of spilling out of my bra.

"What's the point of these anymore?" he whispered as he roughly pulled my blouse and bra aside and threw them away. I gasped as my breasts were exposed for the second time. He got a quick feel of them as I went a step further and dragged his pants down. He stepped out of his pants, clad in just boxers. I saw a noticeable erection trying to burst out of the boxers. He caught me looking at his erection "Do you like what you see?" I blushed and shuddered at the thought of that monster being inside me.

He picked up the loose end of my saree from the floor unravelled it. Soon the saree was on the floor and we stood semi-naked next to each other. I was in my panties and he, in his boxers. "Mmmmm" I moaned as he cupped my tits roughly and licked my earlobes. A sharp pang of arousal shot through my body.
Rajesh sat on the bed and beckoned me to sit on his lap. I climbed onto his lap facing him and slowly ground against his hard rod.

I pulled him into a kiss and sucked on his lips as he cupped my breasts. Rajesh groaned in pleasure as he squeezed and played with them. I mewled as he flicked my nipples with his coarse hands. I ground harder on his cock as he attacked my boobs. My pussy was completely wet from the stimulation. I pulled his hands away from my tits and placed them on my ass as I continued to attack his face. I licked his ear lobes and sucked on his tongue. He squeezed and slapped my butt "You have such a hot ass Sheetal......So big and round….I'd love to just strip you naked and play with it". His dirty talk was so arousing.

He made me stand up and almost ripped my panties off. He gazed at my shaved pussy for a couple of seconds before he threw me onto the bed. He jumped onto the bed next to me and rolled me over.

I moaned as he parted my ass cheeks and ran his hand on my ass crack. "Unnnngh.." I shivered in anticipation waiting for him to do it again. "You like that don't you, you sexy slut" he said as he ran his fingers over my butt crack again. I could feel the wetness flooding my cunt. The kinkiness was off the charts.

"Oh fuck.....I love what you're doing Rajesh" I moaned

He stopped playing with my ass and made me thrust my butt out. I got onto my elbows and knees and spread my legs apart thrust my butt out when he started spanking me. "Phat....phat...phat" he spanked my ass. "I love the way your large ass jiggles Sheetal. Do you know how many men were checking out your ass today as you walked by them."

I did know how men were checking out my ass especially when I wore a figure hugging chiffon saree but it was kinky to hear it from him. "Mmmm" I just moaned sexily as he stopped spanking and fingered my asshole.

"Arch your back more, you slut!"

I obediently arched my back. He cupped my entire pussy even as he explored my butt hole. "Oh fuck...aaaah" It was a sensory overload. Waves of pleasure wracked my body as he fingered my pussy. "I love sluts like you who behave coyly around your husbands but spread their legs to any man who can give them a good fucking" He fingered me for a couple of minutes like this, building me up to an orgasm. By now I was loudly moaning in arousal.

"Oh fuck Rajesh...that is sooo gooood"

He abruptly stopped fingering me. I looked over my shoulder to see him smiling "Enough. Now get on your knees". I sat up on the bed as he plonked himself on the bed next to me, his back resting against the headboard.
I was breathing heavily from the build-up and my forehead was beaded with sweat even though the room was air conditioned. He stared at my heaving tits like a predator and gestured that I get between his legs. There was a brazen shamelessness to the way he had seduced me and pleasured me so far and I was aroused by the control he was exercising over me.

I got between his legs and pulled his boxers off. I gasped at the size of his cock. It was at least 8 inches long and quite thick. I grasped it tentatively with my right hand and pulled back the foreskin to expose a raging pink crown. "Do you like what you see?" he asked as I fondled his penis with both hands. I looked at him and nodded coyly. I cupped his ball sack and jerked his dick. There was an expression of contentment on his face as I pleasured him. He pulled my head closer, an indication that I should take it in my mouth.

I pulled my hair and tied it into a bun so that it didnt come in the way. Rajesh ogled at my tits appreciatively when they were thrust out as I was tying my hair. I inched closer and slowly took the end of his penis in my mouth. I could hear Rajesh groan in pleasure as I closed my lips and swirled my tongue around his cock head. The delicious, musky smell of his pre-cum hit my nostrils. I lapped my tongue around his cock head and swallowed his pre-cum. He was groaning continuously now. I took some more cock inside my mouth and looked at his face. His eyes were shut in pleasure. I started bobbing my head back and forth over his cock. He gripped my hair as I gave him a blow job. I cupped and played with his balls. I was completely focussed on making him cum. Once in a while I took my eyes off his cock to look at his face. Men loved to see the woman's face while she gave a blowjob. It aroused them to no end to see a woman's lips stretched and wrapped around their cock. Rajesh groaned at the erotic sight of a voluptuous woman sucking his cock. His cock pulsated with pleasure. I saw his eyes glaze over as my tits rubbed against his thighs. Once in a while he would shudder and release more pre cum as I sucked his cock in earnest. "You're such a slut Sheetal....aaaah...fuck....you suck so well" he grunted. "Goddamn you're a lusty slut....look at your pretty lips wrapped around my cock....all evening I was hoping to fuck one of those horny housewives behind their husbands but the moment I saw you, with your large tits and broad ass, I knew I wanted to fuck you. I knew you were a horny bitch." That was too much for him and he started cumming in my mouth.

I moaned and started sucking vigorously gobbling up all his cum. I sucked and licked his cock all over, I sucked his ball sack and even licked the area between his balls and butt hole. He groaned appreciatively.

I rushed to the washroom to clean up. When I was back after five minutes, Rajesh was lounging on the bed, working his cock up to another erection.

"You're such a kinky slut Sheetal. I love banging kinky sluts like you. Come here."
he said patting the bed.

As I got onto the bed, he fondled my tits and ass. "Now it's time to fuck your slutty cunt. Are you ready?"

I nodded and moaned in approval, submissively.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As soon as I climbed onto the bed, Rajesh pushed me against the headrest. He was pumping his cock with the other hand. It was already semi-erect. Before I could realise, he pinned me to the head rest and pushed his cock into my mouth. I choked as it invaded my mouth. “Start sucking it, you slut!” Rajesh roared. I was disoriented by the fierceness with which he was treating me. This seemingly suave man was a tyrant in bed. I slowly started bobbing my head on his cock. I didn’t have much to do because soon he started fucking my mouth by thrusting in and out. After the initial shock had faded, I started finding it rather enjoyable. More than the position in which I was, it was the sexual deviance that was arousing. The slick sounds of his enormous dick sliding into my wet mouth filled the air. Rajesh groaned loudly as he settled into his rhythm. Felling kinky, I slipped my finger towards his ass crack and started fingering his asshole. “Fuck, what a slut you are….ungh” he groaned. In return he grabbed my swinging breasts and squeezed them hard.” It was my turn to moan and scream as he pinched my nipples. Within no time, his penis was fully erect. He pulled out of my mouth and pulled me down.

I was now flat on the bed.

He mounted me in missionary position and rammed his thick cock in with no finesse whatsoever.

"Aaaaah...fuck" I moaned as a mix of pain and pleasure coursed from my vagina due to the sudden invasion.

"Slutty cock teases like you need to be fucked hard" Rajesh groaned like an animal as he began vigorously thrusting in and out. The squelching sound of his penis pulsating through my vagina reverberated in the plush room. It had been a while since I was treated this roughly by a man. Vinay was always a gentleman in bed even when I tried to push him to be a rough alpha-male. As Rajesh shoved his cock in and out without a care for how I was feeling, I thought, this is what I missed since I came back from the town.

Rajesh’s thick cock stretched my pussy to the limits as he pounded me fiercely. His magnificent cock was sending waves of pleasure through my body. Later I was told, that I was hollering loudly lost in the pleasure as Rajesh grabbed my swinging tits and pummeled me.

He kept varying his style even in missionary position. He started completely on top of me. But soon he locked my thighs around his waist as pummeled me rapidly.

Then he roughly pushed my legs onto his shoulder, making my pussy tightly wrap around his dick and fucked me ever so slowly. Although he gave off the impression of a man who was only bothered about deriving pleasure for himself, he was so good around a woman’s body that he also ended up giving unmatched pleasure to me. He was rough but he was also skillful.

He fingered my clit and stimulated my asshole and even lustily sucked on his fingers after they had been inside me. His dirtiness was a massive turn on and fuelled my lust even more. After a few minutes, he got onto his knees and grabbed me by my hips. He started bouncing me on his cock, fucking me back and forth on his large cock. He made lewd comments about how I was a dirty whore to get myself fucked like that and how my tits need to be spanked because they were bouncing too much.

I was moaning heavily. "You're a hell of a dirty slut Sheetal....Did the nukkad guys fuck you like this...Did they bounce you on their dirty cocks like this?"

"Oh fuck....fuck me Rajesh...fuck me like a dirty slut...keep fucking me!" I screamed.

"You're the sexiest slut I have banged Sheetal......Don't worry....I'm going to fuck your tight pussy all night" he groaned as his cock pistoned in and out of my wet pussy.

I was panting heavily as he flipped me over and entered me doggy style. I could feel his large balls slap against my ass as his dick invaded my cunt.

"Goddamn you're a gorgeous fucking slut" he groaned as he grabbed onto my large breasts. He must gotten quite a view of my wide hips and large, round butt. He slapped my ass and made me howl in pain. We were both lost in waves of pleasure as we wildly fucked each other.

He was the one in control while I listened to whatever he said. Most of the time he would just grab me or roll me over as he kept pummeling me.Through all of this I must have at least orgasmed twice within a span of twenty minutes. Once he even stood up and lifted me onto his arms and fucked me while I had my legs wrapped around him. We fucked everywhere. He made bend against the sofa and fucked me from behind while fondling my tits. Then he made me sit on the reading table and pummeled my pussy while standing. In between he pulled out and roughly shoved his cock into my mouth for a quick blow job. It was a crazy, mind blowing fuck session.

Rajesh was like a relentless, horny bull as he kept fucking me in various positions around the room. Through out he kept whispering dirty things into my ear while my thighs were tightly wrapped around his muscular torso or as he fucked my mouth while holding my hair. My body shuddered through multiple earth shattering orgasms but he did not show any signs of coming. After every orgasm he would let me rest for a while before boning me again. I would get instantly aroused when he did something dirty or uninhibited. This one time I lay exhausted in bed when he flipped me over and started rimming my asshole. In another such break he placed his erect rod in my cleavage and titty fucked me. It was a wet, wild night.

A few hours back, as I wrapped my saree, I was looking forward to a sedate, even boring night spent mingling with my husband's peers and showing my face at my friend's party. Instead I had ended up having the most mind blowing night of sex I have ever had. I was sitting on the commode thinking how I had ended up here when the door opened and Rajesh walked in. In my five years of married life, not even my husband had walked in on my in the toilet. Yes, we may have taken a few hot showers together but thats very different. So i was a little taken aback and quickly used the faucet to wash my pussy. Without saying a word Rajesh came in, grabbed me by my face and shoved his cock into my mouth. "Mmmmm" I groaned in protest as he started fucking my face. "I couldn't....unnngh....wait any longer..." he groaned as I slowly warmed up to this new invasion. I decided to be naughty and squeezed his butt. Then I spanked him a little and fingered his asshole even as I enthusiastically bobbed my head on his cock. "Let's go inside" he said and pulled me up. He kissed and embraced me as I fondled his rod. He picked me up again and slid his cock in again and started fucking me against the bathroom wall. "Unnn...aaah...fuck...you're a fucking machine" I hollered as he kept thrusting in and out. He was in no position to respond and was enjoying the feeling of my tits rubbing against his face as he fucked me. He buried his face in my cleavage and groaned "Your titties are just out of this world. I mean they're just perfect..mmmm" What he was saying barely registered on me as I was in the throes of another terrific orgasm. I just threw my head back and pulled his face into my cleavage and let the pleasure course through my body. He fucked me for a while even after my orgasm was done.

Both of us reentered the room. He was insatiable and was already pawing at my broad ass as I walked up to the bed and lay down on it. He got onto the bed and motioned that I get on top. "I want to look at your titties while I cum....ride me like slut Sheetal" So I got on top and slid his rock hard cock into my pussy. I still took time adjusting to his size and slowly slid it in completely. When he cock was completely buried inside I slowly started thrusting. He held my hips and we fucked each other slowly while looking into each others eyes. Unlike the sex so far, this one was more tender and unhurried. "You are a beautiful woman, Sheetal" he whispered, enjoying the pace at which I was grinding on him. "Come here" he whispered. I lay down on him and continued grinding against his cock which was stretching all corners of my cunt and sending ripples of ecstasy through my body. My breasts were were gently rubbing against his hairy chest as he groaned in pleasure. We fucked like this for a while before I got up and upped the pace. I was nearing an orgasm and wanted to build up to it. Rajesh opened his eyes and gazed at my mangalsutra as it softly thumped against my boobs whenever I thrusted. I could feel his dick immediately twitch inside me when he saw my mangalsutra. It was a reminder that I was a married woman and it was a massive turn on for any man to fuck another man's wife. Rajesh groaned dreamily and gazed at my topless body as I rode him.

"I'm about to cum...keep fucking me like this" he muttered. I bent a little forward and held onto the headboard for support as I increased the pace. This positioned my boobs conveniently above his face. He slurped on the nipples and bit my boobs softly as I kept thrusting harder and harder. "Unnngh...aaah...your cock is so amazing you bastard...oh fuck...oh fuck..." I was delirious with pleasure as I neared my orgasm. I could also hear his moans get louder and louder as we fucked frenetically. He held onto my hips as I bounced rapidly on his cock and buried his face in my tits as he came and splashed his thick load inside me. I came a few seconds later to a satisfying orgasm and fell on his body. I could sense his dick, which had fucked me for the past two hours, finally shrivel. His thick load was oozing out of pussy. After a few minutes I got up in a gingerly fashion and went to the bathroom to clean up. I freshened up with a quick shower. My pussy was completely sore from the sex. What had happened in the past two hours was unreal. The feeling was real but everything else was a blur. The making out in the balcony felt like it was ages ago.

The door opened and Rajesh walked in. I picked up the towel and left as he washed himself.

I towelled myself and started putting on my underwear.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

After coming back to Bombay, Sheetal rejoined her office as a full time Project Lead at her old organisation. It was an upcoming IT and ITeS company called Flaubert Technology Systems Limited. The work was challenging and good but the fact that her career was back on track gave Sheetal immense satisfaction. She was great at her work, a rising star as her bosses called her, and it would have a been pity had she had to give up her work entirely after her stint in the hinterlands of UP. Luckily she hadn't lost touch completely as she was remotely working on projects whenever she could.


As a Project Lead she was now back to leading a team of developers and executing projects by herself. Sheetal's team had 6 developers of varying levels of seniority under her. Some of them had in fact worked with her before she had moved. Her team was devoted to her as they thought she was a fair and considerate boss, astute at her work and fun outside. Being an all male member team, they also obviously admired her looks. Although the office had a generous sprinkling of good looking women, it was no secret that Sheetal was undoubtedly the goddess amongst them with her beautiful features and spectacular figure. As if that weren't enough, unlike other women who usually drowned themselves in formless Indian clothing, Sheetal often wore well tailored western wear - skirts which defined her wide hips and voluptuous butt, tops which clung to her large breasts and exposed her toned arms and on a lucky day (for the men!) a hint of delicious cleavage.

There wasnt a man in the office who hadnt been distracted by her looks at some point during the day. It could be anything. A glace at her exposed creamy thighs in a fashionable skirt or a glimpse of her shapely butt swaying as she walked in front or a charming smile on her pillowy, sensual lips or her undoubtedly large breasts straining against a top, all of this or any of this could stir the loins of men in the office. However, all the men were respectful towards her.

While the attention was obvious to Sheetal (she liked it too in a flirty way), she was of course not privy to the many dirty thoughts that swirled around in mens' heads about her. All of them were aware that she was off bounds (little did they know of her exploits with the nukkad guys) as she was a happily married woman (which she was till she met the nukkad guys). So all they could do was discreetly ogle and fantasise.

It was nearly 10 days since Sheetal had cheated on her unsuspecting husband with his ex-colleague. Sheetal gazed absent mindedly through her car window as it weaved through morning rush hour traffic. Her office was the swanky environs of BKC but the way from Worli took her through snarling traffic jams.

Beep! Beep!

The piercing ringtone startled her. She unlocked her phone to see who it was. Hopefully it wasn't Mr Narang, texting her to check if she would be late for the presentation. Whoever scheduled 9 am meetings should be crucified. It was a message from Rajesh. He had been texting her since she slept with him. Although she felt a little guilty for getting seduced so easily, she brushed it off as an aberration. She was subconsciously craving for rough and uninhibited sex after moving to Bombay and Rajesh had fulfilled that need.

"What naughtiness are you up to today?" read the text with a wink smiley. "Nothing much, just on my way to a boring office presentation". And the texts continued....

"That sounds very boring"

"Tell me about it" *exasperated smiley*

"Let's talk about good things. What are you wearing?" *wink smiley*

Sheetal immediately knew the direction in which the conversation was headed. Nevertheless she decided to play it cool and not acknowledge Rajesh's flirting. Not yet, at least.

"The usual. Business formals"

"Oolala"

She didn't reply to this just to see where he would go next. This was fun!

She got another text soon. "Wish I could see those sexy legs right now" *wistful smiley*

It was pretty clear where the conversation was now headed. Although in the past days they had exchanged flirty text messages, Sheetal had never sent him a photo. She was bored, the journey would take at least 40 minutes more, so she decided to take it up a notch and have some fun.

She quickly snapped a selfie with her arm extended high so that it would capture her entire profile. A couple of snaps more and she landed a photo which could entice any man. She whatsapped it to Rajesh and smiled to herself.
The click of the camera drew the uber driver's attention to his passenger sitting at the back. The driver got all sorts of passengers during the day - men getting to work, house wives going shopping, families going to the mall...but only once in a while did a taxi driver get such a sexy woman for a passenger. Hence, even though the traffic was horrible, to say the least, he was glad that the journey with the sexy memsaab was getting prolonged. When the car halted a signal, the driver let his eyes automatically drift onto the rear view mirror. Sheetal (he knew her name from the booking) was sitting right behind him and the mirror gave him a great look at her cleavage. Her breasts although covered in a modest satin blouse were pushed together and hinted at her deep cleavage.

As the driver gazed hungrily at Sheetal's breasts, her phone beeped again. "Wow"
After a few more seconds, another text "You're looking hot".
The photo had made the desired impact, thought Sheetal, oblivious to the fact that right at the moment, not one, but two men were staring at her cleavage. Rajesh and the uber driver. Rajesh was at his work desk when he got the photo. He immediately had to adjust his pants after he saw the pic. The high angle of the selfie camera exposed and hinted at Sheetal's tantalising cleavage. Her face somehow looked beautiful and slutty at the same time. His mind harkened back to that fateful night when Sheetal's sexy lips were wrapped around his cock as she sucked him off voraciously and shuddered. The satin top was sleeveless and exposed her slender and sexy bare arms, those very bare arms which were wrapped around his torso as he wildly pounded her in bed, against the wall, everywhere. He needed to hook up with her again. Soon.

He zoomed into the pic. The photo also displayed her sexy thighs. Sheetal was wearing a knee length black skirt but it had clearly ridden up after she sat in the car and now partially exposed her thighs. They looked so enticing! Fair, creamy and shapely. He wished he was between those soft, creamy thighs right now licking her wet pussy.

Soon the texts started pouring in from Rajesh. Explicit texts about what he would do to her the next time they meet. Sheetal eagerly gulped the texts down urging Rajesh on to text more explicitly. She felt a dull pleasure in her loins, a wetness permeated her panties.

The uber driver noticed that his passenger was deeply engrossed in her phone. Her cheeks were flushed and she kept shifting in her place. Although he didn't know for sure, he could sense something unusual was going on.

Sheetal's cheeks were flushed because she had a daring request from Rajesh. She was not sure whether it would be entirely appropriate to do what he was asking for. After quickly checking if the driver was looking at her (at which point the driver pretended to be focussed on the road ahead), she quickly unbuttoned a couple of buttons and snapped a selfie.

The driver knew something was up. So he was smart enough to look away when the sexy passenger peeped from behind to check if he was focussing on the road. But what happened next totally blew his mind. The lady unbuttoned two of her blouse buttons and exposed her bra clad boobs! A white satin bra cupped her creamy, ripe boobs, snugly, forming a succulent cleavage. He couldn't take his eyes off from the rear view mirror as they swayed and moved with the movement of the car. The lady pointed her phone at her curvy tits, took a selfie and quickly put her buttons back on. All of this barely lasted a few seconds but the image was seared in the uber driver's head. He wondered who she could be sending the image to. He had noticed a mangalsutra nestled in her cleavage....he randomly cursed the lucky bastard who got to go to bed with those boobs every night and stole one last glance at her bust. He planned to stop at some isolated place after the the trip got over to jerk himself off. Goddamn! those tits were gorgeous!

Oblivious to her driver's perverted thoughts Sheetal had sent the picture to Rajesh. She knew it would guarantee a spate of lewd texts.

Rajesh checked his phone as soon as it pinged. He had simply prodded Sheetal to show him her breasts. But he didn't think the wife of his ex-colleague would send him such a raunchy image in the middle of the day! Thanks to her, he was completely distracted from work. He quickly locked the door to his cabin, sat behind his desk and pulled down his pants. His dick was painfully erect and he did the logical thing - he started jerking off to the image. He made sure he broadcasted his thoughts to Sheetal as he pleasured himself.

Sheetal's eyes widened as the texts started coming in. She had never engaged in sexting before. Phones could barely take pictures when she was sleeping around with boyfriends in college. Her husband, although sexually voracious, never drew her into it. Meanwhile, Rajesh's texts were getting more and more explicit. He was talking about seducing her in her own office...take her to a washroom...bend her over the sink and pull up her skirt till her glorious butt cheeks are exposed...squeeze them hard and spanked them till they turn red...grab her panties and rip them off...finger her clit vigorously till she is completely wet and ready to be taken....as she is moaning for his cock, enter her from behind and thrust into her luscious butt hard and fast...pound her till her ass and tits jiggle from the force...and in the moments leading up to the climax, grab her tits from behind and squeeze them hard as he pumped his cum deep inside her.

Rajesh masturbated to a powerful orgasm. He even sent a picture of his dick spurting cum to Sheetal. Sheetal stared in disbelief and arousal as she saw his raging cock. She badly wanted to relieve herself then and there in the car. But she had noticed that the driver was taking far too much interest in her and kept glancing at the rear view mirror.

Sheetal was wet from the flirtatious text exchange with Rajesh as she made her way to the conference hall for the presentation. This was for an important client. Her boss Varun Narang and a couple of senior Vice President's were already waiting for her as she entered the room. She muttered a quick hello to everyone, apologised for being late and started off with the presentation. One of the VPs took over after 10 minutes.

As the presentation droned on her mind kept flitting back to the racy text messages she had just exchanged. She kept flipping through her messages. After about 10 minutes, she received a text message from Narang - "All okay? You seem distracted"

Cursing herself for getting carried away, she quickly shooted a text - "Everything's fine. Was just going through a couple of work emails". Narang was sitting across the table. She plopped her phone on the desk and gave him a charming smile. He smiled back.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Varun Narang was one of the youngest CEOs in the IT industry. He was about 45 years old and clearly destined for greater things. He had joined Flaubert Systems when Sheetal was away on her sabbatical. When the 60 year old founder of Flaubert, Mr Mukesh Mehta, had stepped down, there were rumours that the company would tank. However, Varun had revitalised the company and improved on all operational metrics. They were so rapidly expanding and rising that now they were vying for clients who would normally go to the big companies like Infosys, TCS and Tech Mahindra.


Apart from being a demanding but fair boss, Varun was a charming man. He was married with two kids but was a bit of a heartthrob with the women in the company. For Sheetal, he was always the boss she reported to regarding projects. He had welcomed her to Flaubert after her sabbatical and had been accommodative with her. People coming back from a sabbatical often had to join at a lower level than they had left the company. This was done so that they get back up to speed with their work. However, when Sheetal had applied to be taken back into the fold, Varun had interviewed her and grilled her on her knowledge, responsibilities and aptitude for taking on more work. On all these fronts, she had impressed him and Varun recommended that she be taken back as Project Lead. So Sheetal was more than thankful to Varun for throwing her the lifeline which he needn't have.

As the presentation droned on, her eyes flitted to Varun's face. He was a handsome man. Fair (he was Punjabi), with a strong jawline, small brooding eyes, a chiselled nose and a mop of well groomed salt and pepper hair. He was attractive in a conventional way. So far she had never been in such close quarters with him (She would normally get a five minute slot to update Varun on her projects once in a week). But he had specifically wanted her to lead this project. Blame her horniness, but she kept switching between the screen and Varun's handsome face as the presentation progressed.

Initially, for Varun, Sheetal was just another Project Lead amongst the many in the company. But with time and during his weekly interactions with her, he realised that she was one of the brightest talents in the company. Which is why when Forever mark had come to them for a software program, Varun wanted Sheetal to lead it. Normally he would have handed over the project to a Associate Vice President but he wanted to run this one on his own. That said, truth was that Narang had a roving eye. He had used his geekiness and good looks to sleep with several women in college. He continued to have flings when he worked for Google and Facebook in California. Women were more open to a sexual encounter in the US and he had many casual encounters and one night stands by picking up women from work, from pubs and from house parties. When he finally hit 30, he decided enough was enough, sobered down, and married a long time friend of his, Radhika, who was working with him at Facebook. Radhika knew Varun's past but was convinced that he would not cheat on her. They had dated for a year and Varun had been anything but loving and faithful. They had a stable and happy marriage. Soon they had kids. Their sex life was great - Radhika made sure she worked out, stayed fit and was a tigress in bed. Varun was more than happy to settle down and leave his philandering ways behind. Until, the couple decided to return to India......

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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Initially, for Varun, Sheetal was just another Project Lead amongst the many in the company. But with time and during his weekly interactions with her, he realised that she was one of the brightest talents in the company. Which is why when Forever mark had come to them for a software program, Varun wanted Sheetal to lead it. Normally he would have handed over the project to a Associate Vice President but he wanted to run this one on his own. That said, truth was that Narang had a roving eye. He had used his geekiness and good looks to sleep with several women in college. He continued to have flings when he worked for Google and Facebook in California. Women were more open to a sexual encounter in the US and he had many casual encounters and one night stands by picking up women from work, from pubs and from house parties. When he finally hit 30, he decided enough was enough, sobered down, and married a long time friend of his, Radhika, who was working with him at Facebook. Radhika knew Varun's past but was convinced that he would not cheat on her. They had dated for a year and Varun had been anything but loving and faithful. They had a stable and happy marriage. Soon they had kids. Their sex life was great - Radhika made sure she worked out, stayed fit and was a tigress in bed. Varun was more than happy to settle down and leave his philandering ways behind. Until, the couple decided to return to India.
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Segue into Varun's past

When Varun was offered the job of CEO of Flaubert it was a big step up for him. Although he would have eventually headed a tech company, he didn't think it would be this soon. Moving to India and being in a position of power caused the proverbial seven year itch. Being in a tech company, Varun worked in an office which was full of competent and good looking women professionals. The fact that women swooned over him (for his good looks, intelligence and of course because he was their boss) and spent time long hours working with him had planted a germ of temptation in him. He resisted it for a while - For the sake of Radhika and the kids. He knew what the repercussions could be if he cheated. Moreover he was in a superior position and could not let it seem as if he abused that position to extract sexual favours from his colleagues. But his true nature soon surfaced.
He had gone for a team retreat to Pondicherry for three days. A private resort was booked for the employees. Although spouses and +1s were permitted to accompany an employee, Radhika hadn't travelled with him due to her work exigencies.

The first day was entirely spent at the beach. There was a lot of drinking and frivolity. The normally restrained professionals he worked with let their hair down and were party mode. The women who were normally in professional business wear wore casual beach wear. Some looked really hot. Varun, who was normally the cynosure of all parties, was constantly surrounded by a gaggle of women. The temperatures were soaring in more ways than one.

That evening, the booze flowed. It was quite late in the night, probably past midnight. The senior employees had already gone back to their rooms to crash. Varun still hung around so that he could settle the tab for the evening once the party winded down. The youngsters were still around. A group of drunk young ladies, developers and analysts in their mid 20s, were dancing in a group. He had danced with them earlier in a strictly platonic way. They had however blatantly hit on him and flirted with him.

Varun was drunk and, looking at the skimpily clad women, also feeling horny. He missed Radhika. She would have obliged him for a romp. Sadly, she wasn't around to relieve him of his boner. One of the girls, Neha Sharma, an analyst in the company, had been extra flirty with him during the day. She asked him to join the group in her giggly, drunk voice "C’mon sir! You can't just sit like this while we dance. You have to join us!". He had already refused her once. He wasn't going to refuse her a second time. She held his hand and dragged him into the group. The girls were all sloshed and swaying to the loud electronic dance music as drunk girls usually do. He wondered if they would remember any of this tomorrow. Dancing with that bunch of giggly, drunk and skimpily clad girls revived his older horny self.
It was dark, the lights had been dimmed after midnight and you could barely see the next person. If Varun had to look back on that night, this was the decisive moment which made him relapse to his older self.

Varun swayed to the music. Neha was facing him. She was swaying to the music, as well. As Varun danced, he couldn't resist checking out Neha's slender frame as it moved sexily in front of him. She was wearing a little black dress with a halter neck. The halter neck showed off a daring cleavage. His eyes were drawn to her tits. He guessed them to be 34Bs. Not large but a handful. She had a pretty face too, large eyes, small nose and sensual lips. The predator in him sensed an opportunity.

He slowly circled around her and checked out her ass. For a slender frame, she seemed to have a larger than average ass. He badly wanted to see her naked. He screamed over the music "How old are you?"

"I'm 25". She giggled drunkenly.

Old enough, he thought.

"Are you married?"

"No sir, but I just got engaged". She flashed a golden band.

Hearing those words, he felt a strange surge of horniness.

For the next fifteen minutes they kept dancing and got closer and closer, so much so that by the end of the night, the pretty young colleague was grinding against his erection. It was clear to Varun that she was horny too.

So when the party finally got over, he accompanied her in the guise of dropping her off at her room. As soon they entered the room, they instinctively started kissing and making out lustily. He pulled her dress off. As he had predicted, she had a great body. Not a gym toned body but the luscious body of a young woman in full bloom. She had great tits and a fantastic ass. He quickly undressed and got into bed with her. He took her slender, fair body in his arms and kissed her. She moaned and grabbed his erect cock. In the spirit of reciprocation, he fingered her slick pussy. The adrenaline rush of exploring a new body coursed through his body. After he fingered her to an explosive orgasm, he lay flat on the bed and guided Neha between his legs. She eagerly took him in her mouth. The feeling of her tongue on his cock sent shivers through his body. She didn't have a great technique but she was enthusiastic and passionate. He cradled her head in his hands, caressing her silky hair, as she bobbed up and down on his rod. Looking at her pretty face like that almost sent him over the edge. But blame his alcohol addled cock, he wasn't able to. The moment was lost and after a while, the blowjob just got monotonous. He grabbed her hair and tugged at it to make her stop.

"Come on top" he whispered. Neha was more than happy to. After sucking him off, she really wanted to feel it inside her. She climbed astride and guiding him into her incredibly wet cunt expertly. His young colleague was not a sexual novice. Soon as she started grinding on his cock, he felt a dull pleasure beginning to emanate from his loins. The feel of her soft thighs on his hips and the visuals of her face wincing with pleasure and her petite ripe breasts bouncing up and down were incredibly arousing. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. She squealed in delight.

He made her bend forward and rest on her arms so that he had more access. As soon as she she came forward, he latched onto her creamy tits and eagerly sucked on her chocolatey nipples. He alternated between them, running his tongue in circles around each delightfully engorged nipple, as his young colleague started bouncing on his cock with more urgency.

"Oh god, you fuck me so gooood mmmm" she moaned. To quicken things Varun started fingering her clit and before he could build up to a semblance of an orgasm himself, she was hollering through one, screaming "Ramesh…ummm....aaaaaaaa" loudly. Varun found this odd (Who was Ramesh?) but before he could ask her, Neha fell on top of him, a hot shuddering mess and drifted off to sleep. He was dismayed that she was so inconsiderate to his needs but soon drifted off to sleep.

He woke up in cold sweat and checked the clock. It was only 5 AM. He wondered if he should sneak back to his room before anyone could notice but any such sensible thoughts were put paid to when he saw Neha's nubile and ripe ass peeking through the blanket. She was facing the other side. Varun hungrily pulled aside the blanket and gazed at her slender waist and curvy, flaring hips with its smooth fair skin. His penis immediately sprang to attention at this visual without an iota of guilt. He tapped Neha's shoulder to see if she was awake. There was no reaction. He hesitated but his raging boner decided the matter before he could. He tapped her more urgently till she awoke.

Disoriented, Neha sat up on the bed and was about to complain loudly about being woken up so early in the morning when it dawned on her that it was not her fiancée, Ramesh, who had woken her up but, to her utter shock, her fully naked boss. She masked her shock when she saw Varun Narang in bed with her, stroking his hard on. She had no clue what had transpired the night before and cursed herself for drinking too much.

Varun immediately understood her hesitation. He realised she had slept with him under a mistaken belief. However he saw no point in acknowledging it now as she already knew what had happened. Plus because he had a raging boner to take care of. Before she could say anything, he crept up to her and started kissing her.

Battling guilt, Neha was slow to respond as her boss kissed her lips and caressed her neck. She knew she had made a cardinal mistake, a mistake she had no way of recovering from. From all the signs it seemed as if she had had consensual sex with him.

Varun knew he had to act quickly or there was a danger that his sexy colleague may pull out in guilt. He used the ultimate weapon he had. He grabbed her well shaved pussy and massaged it (this evoked a shiver) before he began fingering her clit.

Neha was under two minds. She knew she didn't really have a choice. She had
consensually ended up in bed with her boss and now could not refuse his advances. He was a powerful man and someone most women actively wanted to sleep with. This would in all probability be a one off incident. So in the interest of her career she decided to keep mum as Varun continued fingering her. Besides, he was really good!

Neha's moans were like music to Varun's ears. His fingers soon felt a gush of wetness flooding her pussy. He was relieved that he had wordlessly convinced her for another round of sex. Whether she was doing it out of guilt, shame or obligation didn't matter for him. He patted her ass and asked her to get onto her knees. He was delighted that there was no murmur or protest from her. She was a little shy about it as she was fully sober as opposed to the inebriated lust she had exhibited the night before. Nevertheless she got into position. Varun continued fingering her. He made her thrust her arse out. She cringed but complied - She was certain her boss was getting a good look at her round ass cheeks and her sopping wet pussy.

Looking at her fantastic ass, Varun grabbed her hips entered her from behind. He had no qualms about being rough with her.
Neha was torn between guilt and arousal as her boss pounded her from behind.

She had never been treated this roughly by any of her boyfriends or fiancée. She was ashamed at herself. Here she was butt naked and getting fucked like a slut by her boss. At the same time, the illicitness of the sex and the rough treatment made her shudder in pleasure.

The sexual predator in Varun had taken control after many years. He felt proud as he banged his young colleague. He like owning things. And here was another conquest. He squeezed her soft hips and ran his hands along her soft, creamy thighs. Pleasure surged through Neha as her boss fondled her body.

Varun felt a thrill when he saw his cock thrust in and out of her curvy petite ass. Her ass jiggled with the force of his thrusts and soon the room was filled with the sounds of his groin slapping against Neha's ass. Neha, who was subdued and inert till now, had started moaning and screaming. She was his slut now.
Varun could sense that he was building to an orgasm. He was hell bent on having one. So he gathered Neha's hair and pulled her up roughly till she was lifted off her elbow and on her knees alone. Her pretty face winced in pain as he pulled her by her hair. Once she was closer to his body, he grabbed her by her waist and roughly kissed her and sucked on her lips.

Neha was surprised by the ferociousness with which Varun was fucking her. He was like a machine. Although momentarily in pain, she was tremendously aroused when he held her up and fucked her. An unknown surge of pleasure passed through her. She was on the verge of coming.

Varun saw Neha's tits jiggling as he increased his pace. He immediately grabbed them and pounded her till he unloaded his cum inside her. She came almost immediately as he finished inside her.
Both of them collapsed on the bed after their illicit act and drifted off to sleep. To avoid any awkwardness, Varun woke after half an hour and got back to his room.

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