Misc. Erotica Shehla’s Story. By: indian_exec2000 (Completed)

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indian_exec2000 is a well known Indian erotic story teller n unfortunately active here. Few of his creations are posted here by Ramesh_Rocky n few yet to be posted.....

"Shehla’s Story" is his latest creation which is also an extension of his famous story "Kalpana & "Sir"" already posted here by Ramesh_Rocky......

Hope you will enjoy the story ....

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'Shehla’s Story:'

(The Story of An Erotic Coupling....)

By: indian_exec2000

(Episodes Std. 21.07.2020 Ended. 19.12.2021)

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Index......

Ch. 00

Shehla's forced separation from hubby leads her astray.

Ch. 01

Shehla meets Kapil again, the next day.  

Ch. 02

Kapil assuages Shehla’s anxiety.  

Ch. 03

Shehla and Kapil celebrate the start of her period.

Ch. 04

Shehla proves to be a lucky mascot for Kapil's business.  

Ch. 05

“Sisters” Kalpana and Shehla play Office-Office...

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:Author's Note:

Shehla's story has its beginnings in the "Kalpana & "Sir" story that has grown and developed over the past several years. That story has more or less reached a point where nothing very new or interesting is happening between the main protagonists -- Kalpana, her "Sir" and her hubby Kapil. Shehla came into that story tangentially as Kalpana's colleague and friend. However, as Shehla's character developed, it became clear that she deserved a separate story for herself. So, here it is. I hope my readers will enjoy it.

Those who have read the Chapters 9 and 10 of Kalpana & "Sir" do not need to read Chapter 00 of Shehla's Story and can go straight to Chapter 01 of Shehla's Story (being published shortly). Chapter 00 is a prologue, for the benefit of readers who haven't read Kalpana & "Sir". Please note that Chapter 00 is in large part a repetition of what has already been written in Chapters 9 and 10 of Kalpana & "Sir".

Although this story is about a woman having an extramarital relationship with another man, it has happened because of prolonged separation of wife from husband, due to circumstances beyond the control of the couple and with the permission of the husband. The wife is not cheating, nor is the hubby getting kinky pleasure out of it. I have therefore put this story in the Erotic Couplings category. I hope my readers will agree.

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

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

Finally...

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

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Shehla's forced separation from hubby leads her astray......

Introduction: Kalpana and Kapil are a happily married couple, but after a decade or so, the earlier thrill and excitement is missing from their marriage. To inject some spice, Kapil tries to find (without success) suitable couples to swap partners with and also instigates Kalpana to be open to advances by other men. Being a faithful wife, Kalpana vehemently rejects his suggestions. Nevertheless, the seed of an idea has been planted in her mind and on one fateful day she succumbs to the charms of her powerful boss, Shyam Belekar ("Sir"), a senior executive in Trident Corp.

As her affair with "Sir" progresses, she finds herself unable to extricate herself, losing all control to "Sir". Kinky Kapil is conflicted about his wife's affair with her boss. Initially, he is turned on by the idea of another man enjoying his wife and this fires up his libido. However, as the affair progresses and she loses control over it, he suffers bouts of anger, jealousy and guilt, creating a serious rift between the spouses. To bring their relationship on an even keel, Kalpana reluctantly allows Kapil to have a short term relationship with another woman.

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Shehla:

Shehla had been transferred to Trident's Mumbai office from their Gurgaon branch, sometime before Kalpana had started working there. She was one of the Trident staffers assigned to work on a new marketing project. Kalpana and Shehla had been thrown together on the new assignment and they had soon struck up an easy friendship.

Both were from north India and spoke Hindi / Urdu, in an office where English was the official language and most others were not native Hindi speakers. Compared to other girls who were in their early twenties, Shehla was closer to Kalpana's age. Besides, both were married, unlike the younger girls who were mostly single. Their friendship had gradually become stronger, and they were soon sharing confidences about their lives and families.

Shehla was around thirty. She was about five foot seven (tall for an Indian woman), had a slim, athletic build and was reasonably well endowed with womanly attributes. She had regular features and knew how to use light makeup to make the most of them. She was always smartly attired and was partial to salwar suits, only occasionally wearing western outfits or saris. Her clothes were well fitting though modestly cut.

Shehla usually covered her long, thick, lustrous hair with a scarf. She had a husky, well-modulated voice and a cultured accent, both in Hindi / Urdu and in English. She was a reserved person and only rarely would her brilliant white teeth be displayed in a dazzling smile.

Although Shehla by nature had a sunny temperament, in the recent past Kalpana had noticed that she had become a bit withdrawn and remote.

"What's with you Shehla? You don't seem to be your usual self!" Kalpana had probed a bit.

"Oh! It's nothing, really. The usual womanly problems..." Shehla had responded non-committally, hinting perhaps at that time of the month. Kalpana had let the matter rest. But Shehla's mood hadn't improved even a couple of weeks later. If anything, she had become even more remote and withdrawn. So, one day Kalpana had invited Shehla to have a cup of coffee with her.

"Han toh batao Shehla, kya baat hai?"

"So tell me Shehla, what's the matter?" Kalpana had queried as they settled down in a coffee shop.

Shehla had told her about her husband's job. He was an executive in an international bank. He had been transferred from Gurgaon to his bank's office in the Gulf a while ago. After taking unpaid leave and spending a few months with her hubby, Shehla had decided to return to India.

It had made sense to re-locate from Gurgaon to Mumbai along with her five year old daughter, so that she could live with her mother. Shehla's father had passed away recently and her mother was very happy to welcome her daughter and granddaughter to come and live with her. Trident had readily acceded to her request for a transfer from Gurgaon to Mumbai.

"That's how I came to Mumbai! I and my daughter are with my Mom now. And thank god I've met you! You are such a lovely friend, almost like an elder sister! Shehla had concluded.

"Lekin Kalpana Didi, sach bataun toh mujhe merey shauhar ki bahut yaad aati hai!"

"But to tell you the truth, Kalpana Didi (elder sister), I really miss my husband!" Shehla had continued after a long pause.

"Achha, to yeh baat hai! Kitne din huey unse mil ke?"

"Oh I see! When did you last meet him?"

"Koi chheh mahine huey."

"About six months ago."

"Oh! Yeh to kaafi lamba arsa hua. Woh kab lautne waale hain chhutti par?"

"Oh! That's a really long time. When is he returning on vacation?"

"Woh kaam mein itne uljhe hue hain ki unhe itne mein chhutti milne ki koi ummeed nahi hai!"

"He is so preoccupied with work that he sees no possibility to get a vacation anytime soon!" Shehla's eyes were downcast and her voice trembled.

"Toh tum kyon nahi chali jaati unke paas, kuchh dinon ke liye?"

"Why don't you go visit him for a few days?"

"Kya bataun Didi, yeh sab itna aasan hota toh mein kab ki chali jaati!"

"Didi if it was that simple, I'd have done it long ago!"

Shehla had barely succeeded in suppressing a sob. Kalpana's heart had gone out to her. She'd moved next to Shehla and hugged her. Shehla had hugged her back and broken into tears, sobbing her heart out while Kalpana had comforted her...

"Unse phone par baat toh hoti hi hogi?"

"You must be talking to him on the phone?"

"Ji! Hafte mein kam se kam teen chaar bar."

"Yes! At least three or four times a week."

"Lekin Didi, sirf baat cheet se dil nahi bharta."

"But Didi, talking over the phone is just not enough!" Shehla had looked down again after quickly glancing at Kalpana.

Kalpana had immediately understood what Shehla was hinting at. Although she had never had to face prolonged separation from her hubby, she could easily imagine how hard it could be for a married woman to endure it. Over the next hour and half, slowly and haltingly, Shehla had narrated her travails. She'd described how she stayed awake for hours on end, her body's unsatisfied hunger not allowing her to fall asleep; how she got angry and frustrated when she saw couples chatting, laughing, flirting...

Shehla was desperate for male company. But she knew very well that she couldn't afford to have an affair either with colleagues in the office or with neighbours or acquaintances. So in her desperation, she'd joined several online dating platforms to seek out someone to have a short term relationship with. She'd been shocked and stunned by the responses she'd received.

"Didi, you cannot imagine the unbelievably vulgar replies I received, with photographs that would put a pornographic magazine to shame!"

"Oh god! I hope you didn't give out any photos or personal details!" Kalpana had whispered.

"No, of course not! I may be desperate but I'm not stupid!"

"Thank god!"

"I don't think I'll ever find a man this way either. I think I'm just going to go crazy!" Shehla had whispered.

"Na, na, Shehla. Hausla mat haaro. Zaroor koi raasta nikal aayega!"

"No, no, Shehla. Don't give up hope. I'm sure you'll find a way!" Kalpana had comforted her.

"Tumhare shauhar ka iss barey mein kya khyal hai?"

"What does your husband have to say about this?"

"Hum dono ek doosre ko bahut chahte hain. Aur woh meri pareshani samajhte hain. Agar unke bas mein hota to woh kabke laut aaye hote. Lekin woh itni buri tarah ulajh gaye hain ke yeh namumkin hai. Pehle unhon ne mujhe koi vibrator sarikhi cheez istemal karne ka sujhav diya. Lekin mujhe usse koi sukoon nahi mil paya. Phir unhon ne hi mujhe kaha ki ho sakey toh kissi ko doondh le temporary rishte ke liye..."

"We love each other and he understands my problem. If he could, he'd have returned long ago. But he's so badly entangled, that's just not possible. He first told me to use a vibrator but I could not find any satisfaction with that. So, in fact it's he who suggested that I could try to find somebody for a short term..." Shehla had hinted that her hubby was caught in some kind of a trap.

"Didi, shaadi ke pehle maine kabhi nahi socha tha ke mujhe jismani rishton ki itni latt lag jayegi! Agar maine shaadi ki hi nahi hoti to iss sabse mein bach jati..."

"Didi, before I got married I'd never thought that I would get so addicted to bodily pleasures. I'd have been saved all my troubles if I hadn't married at all!" Shehla had concluded with a sad shake of her head.

"Arri pagli! Yeh kya keh rahi hai tu? Tujhe ek achha sa pati mila hai, ek khubsoorat si bachchi bhi. In dono ka tumhe zindagi bhar saath rahega. Abhi ke problems zaroor jaldi hi mit jayenge. Hausla rakho!"

"Don't be silly! You have a wonderful husband and a beautiful daughter too! They'll be with you for a lifetime while your present problems will go away soon. Don't lose hope!" Kalpana had comforted her.

Shehla's heart to heart talk with Kalpana had lifted a great burden off her shoulders. She felt much more relaxed and positive now, although there had been no material change in her circumstances. Then one day Kalpana had a brainwave.

"Shehla, agley weekend ko hamari Society ka Annual Social Gathering hai. Tum bhi aao aur tumhari maa aur bachchi ko bhi leti lao. Bada maza aayega. Tumhara dil bhi bahal jayega!"

"Shehla, our Society is having its Annual Social Gathering next weekend. Please do come and bring your mother and daughter too! It'll be great fun. It'll also distract your mind!" Kalpana invited Shehla to cheer her up.

Shehla was grateful for the invitation. She knew she could use any occasion to distract her mind from her current problems and a social gathering with lots of young children having noisy fun seemed to be just the thing she needed. After some hesitation, Shehla accepted the invitation and asked what she could bring to contribute to the gathering but Kalpana cheerfully told her to just bring her sweet self...

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"Aao, aao Shehla, welcome! Hamara ghar dhoondhne mein koi dikkat toh nahi hui?"

"Welcome, Shehla! I hope you had no problem finding our house?" Kalpana gave her friend a cheerful welcome.

"Absolutely no problem!"

It was just past noon on a Saturday. The residential society's social gathering was scheduled to start at 4:30 in the evening, but Kalpana had invited her friend early, so that they could have lunch together.

"Aur yeh kya? Tumhari ma aur beti kahan hain?"

"And where are your mom and daughter?"

"Ji, wey dono meri khala ke yahan gaye hain. Unki nati ki salgirah hai aur meri beti ko unke yahan bachchon ke saath khelne mein bahut maza aata hai."

"Both of them have gone to my aunt's place. Her granddaughter is celebrating her birthday and my daughter loves to play with children there."

"Oh! It would've been great fun if they too could've come! I hope they'll be able to come another time." Kalpana was a bit disappointed.

"Ji, mein lana chahti thi, lekin salgirah ka program pehle se hi tay ho chuka tha."

"I wanted to bring them along, but the birthday program had already been fixed a while ago."

She then introduced Shehla to her mother in law and her kids. Kapil walked in just as they had settled down with cold drinks.

"Yeh hain merey pati, Kapil. Aur Kapil, yeh hai meri colleague aur acchhi saheli, Shehla!"

"This is my husband, Kapil. And Kapil, this is my colleague and good friend, Shehla!" Kalpana did the introductions and they greeted each other with smiles and nods. They all made small talk while sipping cold drinks. Soon, Kalpana, her mother in law and Shehla retreated to the kitchen to put finishing touches on the food and set the table, while Kapil relaxed in the living room watching TV and the kids played in their room.

"Kapilji, aaiye. Khana taiyar hai!"

"Come, Kapilji. Lunch is ready!" Shehla came out and called him.

(Author's note: "ji" is a suffix formally added to a person's name to express respect.)

"OK!"

When Kalpana had introduced them, they hadn't been able to really gauge each other, since other people were present. Now that they were by themselves if only for a few seconds, they took the opportunity to size each other up.

Kapil quickly took in Shehla's appearance. Her complexion was smooth and fair and her face was bereft of makeup, other than a thin eyeliner and pale lip gloss. She looks much younger than her age; she could easily pass off as a college student, he thought.

Her tall, trim frame was clad in a simple but smart salwar kameez outfit. The kameez was front opening with buttons running down to the waist. It was made of off-white muslin and had elbow length sleeves. The neck opening was modestly sized. Dainty embroidered flowers decorated the neck and framed the line of buttons. The salwar and the dupatta were in matching, colourful print.

Shehla had worn a slip under the translucent kameez, to preserve her modesty. The shadow of her black lace bra could be discerned through the layers of clothing. Although the loosely dbangd dupatta hid the contours of her bosom, he guessed that she was reasonably well endowed. She had a flat belly, flaring hips but no love handles. Altogether, she had the mature figure of a woman who'd borne a child, yet it was slim and svelte due to the combined contribution of her genes, her regular workouts and her moderate, healthy diet.

Shehla didn't wear a bindi on her wide forehead, in keeping with the norm of her faith. Departing from her usual practice, she had worn her long, thick, lustrous black hair in a single plait that reached almost to her waist. Although she might not rate as a great beauty, she was quite attractive in an understated way, Kapil acknowledged to himself.

Like most women, Shehla too had an in-born faculty for quickly sizing up men. Without conscious thought, she did a quick take. She noted his tall, slim frame, his quick, energetic movements, his humorous eyes hiding behind a pair of spectacles, his confident stance. She had earlier noted approvingly his quick wit, ready laughter and the way he'd glanced possessively at his wife Kalpana every once in a while. She now noted the flicker of interest in his eyes as he looked at her. She was used to getting that from men, but coming from Kapil, she was flattered. "H'm! Nice!" She concluded.

There was relaxed banter as they all sat around the dining table and ate lunch. Both Kapil and Shehla were quite used to interacting with members of the opposite gender in their work environment and there was no awkwardness between them. They all laughed aloud as Kapil regaled them with jokes and they enjoyed the kids' antics. After a thoroughly enjoyable lunch, Kapil retired to his bedroom to catch a nap while the women tidied up the dining table and then set to work to prepare for the evening revelries.

The women of the society had divided up between themselves the job of making evening refreshments. Kalpana had been given the responsibility of making lime sherbet. Kapil had already procured a large quantity of limes and a big icebox full of ice cubes. The women set about squeezing lime juice and making sugar syrup. A large drum of cold lime sherbet was soon ready, after a lot of tasting and balancing of sweet, sour and salty flavours. Plenty of lime juice, sugar syrup and ice was left over, just in case additional sherbet was needed. Soon, all of them headed downstairs to the society's clubhouse.

There was cheerful chaos and confusion as kids ran around chasing each other and the members of the managing committee bustled around to make sure that everything was as it was supposed to be. The chairman of the society called out over the public address system and announced the official start of the annual social gathering, after a short speech. Along with other ladies Kalpana got busy organizing various games and races for the kids. Her lime sherbet was a great hit with the crowd, particularly with the kids, who were thirsty with all the games and races they were participating in and soon, it was running low.

"Shehla, kya tum please aur sherbet bana ke laogi?

"Shehla, can you please make more sherbet?" Kalpana was in the middle of refereeing a three legged race. Shehla immediately agreed. Kalpana gave a shout to Kapil, asking him to accompany Shehla to unlock their apartment and also to help her haul down the full drum of sherbet. His little five year old daughter spotted them just as Kapil and Shehla set off towards their apartment.

"Papa mai bhi aati hoon. Mujhe bathroom jana hai!"

"Papa I'm coming too! I have to use the bathroom!"

"Han, han bitiya. Tum bhi chalo hamare saath!"

"Yes, child. Come with us!" The girl skipped along, holding her father's hand.

Shehla got busy in the kitchen, fixing up another batch of lime sherbet.

"Papa, aao!"

"Papa, come!" The girl called out from the bathroom, after she'd finished her job. With practiced ease, Kapil helped his daughter to wash and clean up and put on her knickers. As their set ritual demanded, they both made great whooshing sounds as she flushed the toilet. She then happily scampered away, eager to re-join her playmates downstairs, but not before collecting two sloppy kisses from Papa.

"Wah, Jijaji! Aap sachmuch apne bachchon ka bahut achcha khyal rakh sakte hain!"

"Wow, Jijaji! You really know how to take care of your kids!" Shehla was impressed.

"Han! Yeh sab to karna hi padta hai, bachche hone par!"

"Yes! You have to do these things, once you have kids!" He said deprecatingly. Kapil was pleased with the compliment. He also noted that Shehla had addressed him as Jijaji (brother in law, treating Kalpana as her adoptive elder sister) instead of the more formal Kapilji.

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But "Jijaji" is a loaded term. In popular north Indian lore, intimacy between a man (Jijaji) and his wife's younger sister(s) (Saali(yan)) is supposed to be indulgently tolerated, even encouraged. There is in fact a saying to the effect that a Saali is a Jijaji's half-wife. (Although in practice, rarely if ever does this actually happen). Kapil wondered if Shehla had thought about this when she addressed him as Jijaji. A little thrill of anticipation ran up his spine...

Kapil offered to help Shehla make the sherbet but she politely declined. They chatted while she went about her business. She told him about her husband and his present job in the Gulf and how she and her daughter were at present living with her mother in Mumbai. They talked about their jobs and careers and she described how fortunate she'd been to find a good friend in Kalpana. Both of them were quite articulate and found it easy to talk to each other.

They were soon back in the housing society's clubhouse with a fresh supply of lime sherbet. The annual gathering was a great success, concluding after several rounds of games for grown-ups, and consuming delicious snacks served up by the society's women. It was around half past seven in the evening when everybody finally dispersed.

"Kalpana Didi, mein bhi chalti hoon ab. Bahut maza aaya. Thank you!"

"Kalpana Didi, I too will take your leave now. I had a wonderful time. Thank you!" Shehla hugged Kalpana.

"Paanch minute ke liye ruk jao. Hum sab tumko ghar par chhodne aa rahe hain!"

"Wait for five minutes. We're all coming to drop you home!"

But Kalpana's children were clamouring for her attention. They were tired, bedraggled and also getting hungry again. Since Kalpana had to attend to their demands, she asked Kapil to drop Shehla home.

"Didi, iski koi zaroorat nahi. Mein khud chali jaungi. Waise bhi kuchh jyada der nahi hui hai!"

"Didi, it's not necessary. I'll go by myself. It's not too late after all!"

"Arri, yeh sab pata hai mujhe. Lekin pehli baar apni Didi ke ghar ayi ho toh kya mein itni chhotisi cheez kar nahi sakti hoon tumhare liye?"

"I know that! But after all this is the first time you've come to your Didi's house. Can't I do this little thing for you?" Kalpana insisted.

"Barabar hai. Aur ek baar Kalpana ne mujhe keh diya hai toh mujhe uska hukm maanna hi padega!"

"She's right. And once Kalpana's told me, I'll have to follow her order!" Kapil chipped in. Shehla could hardly refuse.

Shehla lived in a suburb on the Western Railway line, several stations away from where Kalpana's home was situated. The distance to her home was perhaps no more than twenty kilometres by road. In the heavy evening traffic, they made slow progress. Kapil's car was a compact hatchback. Although it wasn't new, it was clean, tidy and in excellent condition. Kapil was a skilled, steady driver and Shehla soon relaxed, knowing that she was in safe hands.

Cocooned in the air-conditioned comfort of the little car, their faces lit by the dim dashboard light, they chatted amiably, enjoying each other's company. Every once in a while she would glance at him, admiring his profile. He too would take the opportunity to look at her whenever the car halted at a signal. Seated close together in the compact space, she was acutely aware of his manly scent.

While Kapil concentrated on driving, Shehla was free to let her thoughts wander. In spite of herself, she found herself awakening to his manliness. Suddenly, she once again acutely felt the aching, throbbing void within her, long forgotten in the happy company of her friend and her family. She imagined melting into his embrace as his mouth slowly descended to claim her lips...

"Oh god! What am I thinking! How can I ever betray the trust of my Kalpana Didi like this?" She snapped out of her reverie. Kapil looked at her curiously as she suddenly sat up straight and re-wrapped the dupatta around her shoulders, looking straight ahead.

"On the other hand, what if Kapil makes a move on me? Of course I will try to fight him off! But he's so strong, finally he will force me to surrender! He'll then have his way with me!" She felt moist between her legs as her mind conjured up images of Kapil overpowering her, his fingers caressing the most intimate and secret places on her body...

It took about forty-five minutes to reach her home, with Shehla guiding him in the final stretch.

"Jiju, upar aaiye na hamare ghar. Ek cup coffee lijiye!"

"Jiju, do come upstairs to our house. Have a cup of coffee!"

"Arre abhi nahi. Shayad phir kabhi. Ghar pahunchne mein der ho jayegi!"

"Please, not now! Some other time, perhaps. I'll be late returning home!" Kapil demurred.

"Please, Jiju, maan jaiye na. Aakhir aap pehli baar aaye hain. Aur coffee ko koi jyada der nahi lagti."

"Please do come, Jiju. After all this is the first time you've come here. And a cup of coffee hardly takes any time."

"Theek hai, theek hai! Tum aage chalo, mein paanch minute mein pahunchta hoon!"

"OK, OK! Please go on ahead, I'll be there in five minutes!" Kapil acquiesced. He then stepped out to a nearby grocery store and bought a box of chocolates for Shehla's daughter. He didn't want to go in empty handed.

She noted approvingly that Kapil had addressed her informally "Tum aage chalo" rather than formally "Aap aage chaliye". He too noted that Shehla had addressed him as "Jiju", an informal, even intimate diminutive of "Jijaji". "Is she signalling something or am I just imagining it?" He wondered as he made his way to her apartment. Shehla opened the door as soon as he rang the bell and welcomed him. The scent of fresh cologne she'd spritzed on her clothes tickled his nose.

"Tumhari beti aur ma kahan hain?"

"Where is your daughter and mother?"

"Wey dono meri khala ke yahan gayi hain. Kal sham ko lautengi."

"Both have gone to my aunt's place. They'll return tomorrow evening!" The expression in her eyes was inscrutable.

"Oh!"

"Aap baithiye. Mein coffee banakar laati hoon."

"Please have a seat. I'll go get coffee." Intentional or not, there was an unmistakable signal in her sidelong glance as she turned to go to the kitchen.

"Ji!"

"OK!" His voice was husky.

Kapil glanced in the kitchen and saw her standing at the kitchen counter, her fingers fidgeting with something. He quickly closed the distance between them, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. She felt his hardness against her ass and his hot breath on her neck. Wordlessly, she struggled to loosen his grip around her waist, but he was too strong for her.

Her resistance waned as he dry humped her from behind, trapping her against the kitchen counter. Soon his grip around her waist loosened and his hands slowly caressed their way up and cupped her breasts. Her hands covered his as they travelled up, putting up a token resistance. But as he started to fondle her breasts, she pressed his hands against her bosom and uttered a low moan, encouraging him wordlessly.

"Hamey aisa nahi karna chahiye, Jiju! Please ruk jaiye na!"

"We shouldn't be doing this, Jiju! Please stop!" She whispered hoarsely.

"Shh!"

Kapil nudged her dupatta aside and planted little licks and kisses on her exposed neck, slowly travelling up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. That effectively put an end to her feeble attempts to stop him. She was now putty in his hands. Her dupatta soon lay discarded on the floor and he slowly undid the buttons running down the front of her kameez. He pushed her kameez and slip off her shoulders, ripping the slip at the neck. He bent to plant little kisses on the bare expanse of her shoulders and back while his hands got busy caressing her breasts over her bra.

At this point, Shehla was so totally overwhelmed by arousal that she hardly knew what Kapil was doing. She was vaguely aware of her salwar and panties sliding to the floor and obeyed Kapil's whispered command to step out of them. He then positioned her bent over the kitchen counter and nudged her legs apart.

He felt her stubbly pubic hair as he ran his fingers over her pussy. As he probed her slit, he realized how wet and ready she was for him, although there had been hardly any foreplay between them. He flipped up the hems of her kameez and slip to expose her fleshy but firm buttocks. He could see her secretions ooze down her inner thigh. He now had her exactly where he wanted -- ready to get fucked!

"Lo andar mujhe!"

"Take me inside!" Kapil whispered hoarsely and her fingers guided his cock to her opening. A couple of tentative thrusts later, his cock head nestled between her inner labia.

"Hmmph!" He grunted as he slowly thrust his hard cock inside. Although she was thoroughly well lubricated, he had to press hard to make headway. After all, she hadn't taken a cock up her pussy for the last several months.

"Unhh..." She moaned under her breath as she felt his manly apparatus slowly stretch open her secret passage while her pussy peeled back his foreskin. A few back and forth movements later, his thick cock lodged itself right up to the hilt. Little sparks of intense pleasure lit up her pussy and radiated outwards as his cock rubbed against it.

Shehla leaned forward and rested her hands on the kitchen counter while Kapil held her hips and fucked her with slow, powerful and deep thrusts. Every once in a while he kneaded her tits over her bra. He just hadn't found the time to undo it. Shehla felt little shivers of pleasure spread outwards from her pussy as Kapil gradually speeded up his pace. She could feel a massive tide gather inside her and she started pushing her hips back against his thrusts, to help speed them up. Kapil's thrusts became ever more frenzied as he responded to Shehla's movements...

"Aaaahhh...!" Shehla vocalised and her pussy clamped tight around his shaft as the tide broke and she experienced a massive climax. While she slumped on the kitchen platform, spent and exhausted, she felt a little twinge in her lower belly, a bit like period pain. Kapil waited for her to recover, his hard cock still lodged right up her cunt. He hadn't yet cum.

He kept caressing her back, soothing her as she slowly climbed down from her high. He took the opportunity to undo the clasp of her bra. He could now take the pleasure of fondling her bare breasts and teasing her tight, stiff nipples. He found that her breasts were not very big but still made nice little handfuls, while her nipples were stiff and rather long. He hugged her from behind around her chest and straightened up, making her stand straight too. That's when she realized that his hard cock was still lodged up her cunt and that he hadn't yet cum!

"Jiju, bedroom mein chaliye, please!"

"Jiju, let's go to the bedroom, please!" She entreated when he started thrusting into her in the standing position.

He pulled out with a loud sucking noise and she led him to her bedroom. She let him pull off her kameez but insisted on keeping her torn slip on. At her whispered directions, he got a big Turkish towel from her wardrobe and spread it on the bed, then lay her down on her back. At last, she was ready for him to take her as she wanted, in the face to face missionary position.

He mounted her and once again, his hard cock was buried balls deep in her hot, wet, tight and velvety pussy while she gripped his hips tightly with her legs. Supporting his upper body on his elbows, he unleashed a staccato burst of hard, deep, energetic thrusts, taking pleasure of her tight young body.

She lost herself in a fog of ecstasy as she lay spread-eagled under him, revelling in absorbing his energetic thrusts and feeling his thick cock probe the innermost reaches of her cunt. Her half closed eyes registered his face contorted in a rictus of utter lust and she thrilled to the feel of his sweat dripping on her face and his saliva dribbling into her open mouth as he continued to pound her into submission. She was in a state of euphoria, experiencing a continuous series of little climaxes until Kapil finally climaxed too, unloading pulse after pulse of his hot, thick semen deep inside her.

"Uuuhhhh..." He exhaled ecstatically and then collapsed on top of her, utterly exhausted. They could feel each other's wildly throbbing hearts as he lay on top of her, his face buried in the crook of her neck and shoulder. He breathed in the scent of her hair, her thick plait partly undone during their energetic fucking.

Finally, after having regained his breath, he raised his face and looked at her. Her eyes were closed as he lightly kissed her lips. That was their first kiss. She opened her eyes and kissed him back, lightly and tentatively. Soon, they were exchanging tender little kisses, tongues darting out to lick each other's lips, breathing in the scent of each other's mouths, tasting each other's saliva...

"Could heaven be any better than this?" Shehla thought woozily, revelling in the weight of his body pressing down on her. At long last, his deflated penis slipped out of her pussy and he got off of her...

Almost immediately, feelings of guilt and remorse overwhelmed Shehla.

"Ya ,.'! Yeh maine kya kar diya! Meri sabse kareebi saheli ke sath kitna bada dhokha kiya!"

"Oh God! What have I done! I've betrayed my closest friend!" Shehla whispered, covering her face with her hands. Sobs wracked her body and tears of remorse streamed down her eyes.

"Shh... Shehla, ro mat. Kuchh nahi bigda hai. Mein Kalpana ko sab kuchh samjha doonga. Tum bilkul fikr mat karo!"

"Shh... Shehla, don't cry. There will be no problem. I'll explain everything to Kalpana. Don't you worry!" Kapil soothed her, caressing her face until she stopped sobbing. Shehla was too much in a state of emotional shock to understand the full import of Kapil's words. She just unthinkingly latched on to what he said, like a drowning person clutching at straws.

"Kya aap sachmuch Didi ko sab bataa denge?"

"Will you really tell everything to Didi?"

"Bilkul. Hum dono ek doosre se kuchh nahi chhipate."

"Of course. We don't hide anything from each other."

Shehla could believe this, since she and her hubby too had never hidden anything from each other. There was no way Shehla could've imagined all that had transpired between Kapil and Kalpana over the past so many months, leading up to the day's events...

"Kya Didi mujhe kabhi maaf karengi?"

"Will Didi ever forgive me?"

"Yeh sab tum mujhpar chhod do! Bilkul fikr mat karo!"

"Leave it to me. Don't worry!"

"H'm!"

There was thoughtful silence for some time.

"Suno Shehla. Hamey phir se milna hoga!"

"Listen, Shehla. We must meet again!" He wasn't giving her a choice.

Kapil then talked about establishing a good channel of communication, something that was reliable but couldn't be easily intercepted. Using Shehla's laptop, he created an email account and explained that they should communicate by leaving messages for each other in the drafts folder. He wrote down the email ID and password and gave a copy to Shehla and kept one for himself, admonishing her to check for messages at least twice a day.

Shehla was dazed, tired and emotionally drained as Kapil dressed and left. She barely summoned up the energy to throw the soiled towel in the laundry hamper and give herself a perfunctory clean up with a wet towel and then collapsed in bed, still wearing the torn slip. She hugged herself and sighed, breathing in Kapil's scent pervading her bed, her clothes, and her body and soon slipped into deep slumber...

***

Kalpana was an impulsive, sentimental, emotional woman. When she invited Shehla to her society's social gathering, she hadn't done it on purpose to put Shehla and Kapil together. She had acted on the spur of the moment, out of genuine concern for Shehla. Neither she, nor Kapil and least of all Shehla could have foreseen what happened thereafter. The events had just unfolded, acquiring their own momentum. Kalpana many times acted impulsively and it worked out well most of the time. Only time would tell how things would pan out now...

End of Ch. 00 .....

[Blue Bull]

Shehla meets Kapil again, the next day.....

Kapil:

It was close to midnight when Kapil finally reached home. Kalpana was up, waiting for him in the living room. One glance at him told her that something had happened between him and Shehla.

"Ghar aa gaye beta? Bahut der laga di!"

"Are you home, son? You are late!" His mother called out from her bedroom.

"Ji Amma. Ek purana dost mil gaya. Uske saath gupshup karte karte kaise samay beet gaya pata hi nahi chala."

"Yes Mother. I met an old friend on the way and we didn't realize how quickly time passed while we chatted!" He silently signalled Kalpana to wait for him in the bedroom...

"Jao, pehle naha dho kar aao!"

"Go take a shower first!" Kalpana ordered, with an edge to her voice. She'd smelt Shehla's scent on Kapil the moment he had shut the bedroom door behind him. Soon, he stood before her, drying himself off after a quick shower. The expression on his face was that of a naughty collegeboy caught red-handed while pulling a prank. He tried to appear contrite but couldn't really hide a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Bolo, kya hua?"

"Tell me, what happened?"

"Wohi hua jo manzoor e khuda tha!"

"Whatever God willed, happened!" Kapil replied, paraphrasing a well-known Urdu saying.

"Paheliyan mat bujhao. Saaf saaf bolo. Mai sab sunna chahti hoon!"

"Don't talk in riddles. Tell me frankly. I want to hear everything!" Kalpana barely kept her temper in check. One look at her and Kapil knew she meant business. She rarely lost her temper with him, but when she did, she had to be handled with kid gloves, as he had learnt the hard way...

"Han, han. Sab batata hoon. Lekin tum sab bilkul shanti se suno. Baukhlao mat!"

"Yes, yes. I'll tell you everything. But please listen without getting excited. And don't get angry!" The smirk was wiped off his face. Kalpana listened in sullen silence as Kapil slowly recounted all that had happened between him and Shehla that evening.

"Kya tumhe pata nahi tha ke uski ma aur beti ghar par nahi hain?"

"Didn't you know that her mother and daughter were not at home?"

"Bilkul nahi. Mujhe yeh kaise pata chalta?'

"Absolutely not. How could I know?"

"H'm!" Kalpana remembered that Kapil wasn't present when Shehla had told her that her mother and daughter had gone visiting her aunt.

"Tumne zabardasti ki uske saath?"

"Did you force her?"

"Arre nahi Kalpana! Tumhe maloom hai mai aisa aadmi nahi hoon!"

"No Kalpana! You know I am not that sort of a man!"

"Usne tumko uksaya?"

"Did she lead you on?"

"Nnn... Nahi. Jaan boojhkar nahi. Lekin sab mahol hi aisa kuchh ban gaya tha ke hum dono ek doosre ki taraf kheenche chale aaye! Apne aap ko rok nahi paye!"

"Nnn... No. Not deliberately. But the whole situation was such that we both were attracted to each other. We couldn't stop ourselves!"

"Kuchh condom wagairah istemal kiya?"

"Did you at least use a condom?"

"Arre nahi, Kalpana. Yeh sab achanak se ho gaya. Aisa kuchh plan nahi banaya tha, naahi koi taiyari ki thi."

"Oh no, Kalpana. All of this happened so suddenly. I hadn't planned it nor had I prepared for it."

Kalpana rolled her eyes in disgust. She digested all that she'd heard and reacted after a while:

"Khoob bhoga tumne usse!"

"You really had your way with her!"

"Han. Lekin hum donon ne ek saath jo bhoga hai uske saamne kuchh bhi nahi!"

"Yes. But it was nothing, compared to what we have enjoyed together!" He meant it.

Kapil realized how attractive and sexy Kalpana was looking at that moment. Something in her manner reminded him of their early days together. He extended his arms towards her and she melted into his embrace.

On her part, Kalpana remembered guiltily how much she too had enjoyed the first time "Sir" had fucked her even though she knew it was wrong. Her residual anger was swept aside by her growing arousal as she felt her hubby's hardness against her belly. She raised her face to welcome his lips as he possessively claimed her mouth. Husband and wife enjoyed an intense bout of lovemaking. The novelty of the situation had refreshed and rejuvenated them after Kapil's encounter with Shehla...

"Ab aage kya karne ka socha hai tumne?"

"What are you going to do now?" Kalpana queried as they lay side by side, enjoying their post-coital intimacy. She was reassured that she wasn't going to lose her hubby to Shehla.

"Tum hi batao Kalpana. Mai kya karoon?"

"You tell me Kalpana. What should I do?" He lobbed the ball back in her court.

"Na baba na! Mein kaise bataa sakti hoon? Mujhe jo kehna tha kissi doosri aurat ke baare mein woh toh mein keh chuki hoon. Ab tum aur tumhari woh hi jaano aage kya karna hai."

"No, no! How can I tell you? I've already said what I had to say about your involvement with another woman. Now, it is up to you and her to decide what you want to do." She stood by her earlier decision to give him a hall pass.

"H'm!"

"Lekin yeh mat bhoolo. Tumhare aur uske beech koi pyar mohabbat waali baat ko mein katai bardasht nahi karoongi! Tum sirf merey ho aur merey hi rahoge!"

"But don't forget. I'll never tolerate any love or affection between you and her! You are mine and will remain mine!"

"Han. Pata hai!"

"Yes. I know!"

"Merey khyal se mujhe ek baar us se milkar baat cheet kar leni chahiye!"

"I think I need to meet her and have a chat." Kapil muttered, almost to himself.

"H'm!" Kalpana responded. They soon fell asleep.

***

Shehla

As was her habit, Shehla woke up early on Sunday morning, rubbed sleep out of her eyes and remembered the happenings of the previous evening. She couldn't even begin to count the number of things that had gone horribly wrong:

First of all, she'd betrayed the trust of her best friend by seducing her husband. Even though Kapil had told her not to worry about it, it weighed heavily on her conscience. Then, they'd had unprotected sex. She blamed herself for that lapse.

"What about STDs?" She asked herself. She knew that she was clean, since she had gotten her tests done, firstly as part of the visa application process before going to the Gulf, and then again after returning to India. "But what about Jiju?" She wondered. "He is a responsible man and he is after all Kalpana Didi's husband. He must be clean too!" She hoped.

"And what about pregnancy?" She did a quick calculation and realized that she was probably in her fertile period. "Oh god, Jiju must have planted his seed in me already!" She was apprehensive and made a mental note to visit a gynaecologist on Monday.

Then, she hadn't even been presentable for sex. She cringed when she remembered how Kapil had felt her stubbly pubic hair. "Oh god, I wish I had at least shaved. What must Jiju think of me?" She asked herself, blushing in shame.

On top of all the things that had been screwed up, she was sore between her legs after the hard reaming that Jiju'scock had administered on the inside and the bruising of the outer pudendum caused by her own bristly pubic hair driven into her delicate skin by Jiju's energetic thrusts...

And yet, notwithstanding all of this, Shehla was supremely happy, contented and cheerful. The aching, throbbing void deep within her had suddenly vanished and she felt lightness pervade her being. She felt as if she could stretch her arms out and float up, reaching the clouds. She knew that she would have to confront all of her problems soon, but at that moment, they could not eclipse her sunny mood.

She changed the sheets on her bed and threw the soiled linen and her own used clothes in the washing machine. She hesitated a bit and retrieved her torn slip. She inhaled the scent of their lovemaking on the garment, then put it in a plastic bag and stuffed it deep inside her wardrobe where only she would be able to find it. She opened the windows to let air in and sprayed air freshener, to drive away any remnant smells of their lovemaking. She enjoyed a quiet cup of tea and then had a leisurely shower, carefully shaving her legs, armpits and her pussy, something she'd neglected to do for a while.

She made a mental note about what she was going to tell her mother and daughter when they returned in the evening. Even more importantly, she knew she had to prepare for a conversation with her hubby. But that would have to wait for a while, she decided as she opened her laptop and logged into the newly created email account. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw a couple of messages in the drafts folder.

"Hello S(aali)! This is a test message. Delete it after reading. J(eeju)". The first message was terse.

"Hi S! Are you OK? I'm good, top of the world! I have talked to K. All is well. We need to talk. Let's meet in the coffee shop of XX hotel at 11 AM sharp today. Please reply "No" before 9:30 AM if you can't make it. J." The second message was equally prosaic, but still sent her heart racing. He had named a large hotel close to Santacruz airport as the rendezvous.

It was half past eight o'clock as she glanced at her watch. It should take her about an hour to reach the hotel and another hour to return home. She knew her mother and daughter would as usual be returning only in the evening. So she should be able to spend at least four hours with Kapil, perhaps even five, she quickly calculated.

"Be there at 11 AM. S!" She replied, before logging out. The thought of saying "No" didn't even cross her mind. Although she was relieved that Kapil had already talked to Kalpana, she was curious and apprehensive as to what exactly had transpired between them. Her heart beat a little faster in anticipation of their meeting...

***

Shehla took a taxi and arrived at the coffee shop five minutes before 11 AM. Kapil rose and waved as soon as he spotted her. He had reached half an hour ahead, not wanting any glitches to mar their meeting. He took in her visage as she walked towards him. Her thin kameez and wisps of hair peeping out of her headscarf shimmered in the backlight. Her face glowed in a thin sheen of sweat and wore a nervous smile. He noticed dampness under her arms as she adjusted the dupatta around her shoulders. She was visibly tense and jumpy. Kapil felt a stirring in his loins as he eyed her, their encounter on the previous evening quickly playing out before his mind's eye...

Shehla had dressed as she would for a business meeting, in a smart salwar suit; nothing provocative. She'd worn her usual light makeup. Her hair was done in a chignon and covered by a headscarf. At the last minute she'd decided to wear an expensive perfume, something she wouldn't normally use for a business meeting. She'd also carried an extra pair of panties and a pack of panty liners in her bag, just in case... On the way she had kept her mind studiedly blank, avoiding any thoughts about Kapil. However, her heart somersaulted as soon as she spotted Kapil waving at her.

"Aao, Shehla, baitho! Kaisi ho?"

"Have a seat, Shehla! How are you doing?" He greeted her.

"Theek hoon."

"I'm OK." She was non-committal.

Her heartbeat settled down in a while. His presence and the sound of his voice felt oddly comforting and she smiled at him across the table. She noticed his surreptitious glance at her bosom, well concealed as it was under her securely wrapped dupatta. Her nipples stiffened as she imagined his fingers slowly teasing them. Kapil's observant eye didn't miss the faint blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Would you like some coffee? Something to eat?"

"No, thank you."

"Please have something. Give me company while I have my coffee."

"OK. I'll have a fresh lime soda!" She agreed after a little persuasion.

"Look Shehla, I didn't plan whatever happened between us yesterday." Kapil broached the subject delicately, after ordering the beverages.

"H'm!" She nodded.

"Neither did you, right?"

"No!" She whispered, lowering her eyes after a quick glance at him. Of course she hadn't planned it! It was just that her body had sent out signals without conscious intent on her part...

"Yet, it happened. It was fated!"

"!"

"But to be perfectly honest, I have no regrets."

"!"

"In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed it! What about you?"

Shehla blushed scarlet as her memories of the previous evening came alive, causing a surge of arousal to course through her body. She burst into tears, feeling guilty, fearful, anxious and ashamed. She gratefully accepted Kapil's handkerchief since her own little handkerchief was totally inadequate for the task at hand. Kapil waited for her to regain her composure.

A couple of guests at nearby tables looked at them curiously. Shehla excused herself and retired to the ladies room. When she returned ten minutes later, her slightly puffy eyes were the only sign of her recent outburst.

"Kapil, I don't know what to say! I am so totally confused..."

"I understand!"

"You... you said you'd talked to Kalpana Didi..."

"Yes, I did talk to her!"

"How... what... what did you say? How is she? She must be totally angry with me!" Tears once again welled up in her eyes.

"Shh... Don't cry, Shehla. It's not your fault. Kalpana knows that."

"Didi knows? How?"

"I told her. I explained how it happened... That you didn't do anything to..."

"H'm!" Shehla relaxed a bit.

"Wasn't she upset with you?" She asked after a while.

"Of course she was, in the beginning. But she soon simmered down."

"How? You mean she didn't mind what... what happened between us?" Shehla was incredulous.

"Shehla, let me just say that Kalpana and I have an agreement..." Kapil replied rather mysteriously. Shehla took a while to digest this.

"We have agreed a while ago that she wouldn't mind my having a short term relationship outside our marriage." Kapil explained.

"Oh?" Shehla was suddenly wary. Her arousal was extinguished and she became wary.

Her hubby Samir too had suggested a short term relationship for her. But that was for extraordinary, painful reasons that she didn't want to dwell on. Shehla wondered what compelling reasons would have impelled Kalpana Didi to grant her hubby such a license. But she thought it prudent not to probe further.

"But there's a condition." Kapil cleared his throat.

"?"

"There must be no emotional entanglement. It has to be strictly to... to satisfy bodily urges. Nothing more." Kapil stated in a matter of fact manner, looking into her eyes.

A sudden suspicion arose in Shehla's mind. Could Kalpana have actually set her up for Kapil to have his fun? She was stunned and humiliated. Her temper flared, her face went white and her lips trembled.

"You and Kalpana planned the whole thing! You just used me for your pleasure! Didn't you? Tell me honestly!" Her voice shook and her eyes glittered in anger.

"No, no Shehla! It's not what you think. There was no plan, believe me. You know very well how things just happened!" Kapil whispered, shaken by her rage.

"Excuse me!" Shehla got up, her hands trembling. Kapil's gaze followed her as she stalked off.

"The game is up!" He thought regretfully. But then he realised that she had gone to the ladies room, not towards the exit. He fervently hoped that she would return...

Shehla shut herself in a toilet cubicle, closed her eyes and wept, letting her tears wash away her enormous emotional burden. Her mind ran through all her conversations with Kalpana over the last few weeks.

Had she made the biggest mistake of her life by sharing her problems with Kalpana? Could Didi be this cold blooded, conniving, and scheming woman setting her up to be her hubby's plaything? Was she the victim of a conspiracy hatched by Kalpana and her hubby? Her tears continued to flow as her mind went round and round, until she reached a stage of total emotional exhaustion, unable to cry anymore.

Then she remembered Kalpana's genuine warmth and the understanding, sympathy, and comfort she had provided when it was most needed. She could not recollect a single false note in Kalpana's behaviour.

And what about Jiju? She asked herself. Being an attractive young woman, she had a well-honed instinct for figuring out men's intentions. While there had certainly been a spark of interest in Kapil's eyes, she acknowledged that there had not been even a hint of misbehaviour on his part. He had in fact been a perfect gentleman! With a twinge of guilt she remembered her own response to his manliness and realised that in fact it was she who could well be accused of trying to steal Didi's hubby! Realisation slowly dawned that her suspicions about Kalpana's and Kapil's intentions were unfounded.

She then remembered her conversation with her hubby Samir. It was he who had in fact had suggested a short term liaison to her, for extraordinary reasons that only she and her hubby knew about. As memories of the sexual encounter with Kapil came flooding back, her pussy once again responded by releasing a gush of lubricious fluid, soiling her panties. She realised that she was already hooked on the intense pleasure she had experienced with Jiju.

Her heart told her to trust Kalpana Didi. Her mind told her that she wouldn't be betraying her hubby if she pursued her liaison with Jiju. And her body desperately craved what she had already tasted in Jiju's arms... She made her decision. Her mind cleared and her guilt, nervousness and doubts were swept away. When she returned to the table almost three quarters of an hour later, her face shone with her newfound clarity.

"Sorry Jiju. Did I keep you waiting for long?"

"No, no. It's alright!" Kapil responded. He noted that she'd once again addressed him as Jiju. His heart skipped a beat and he wondered what was going to happen next. He was apprehensive about another emotional outburst in the coffee shop.

"Look Shehla, would it be better to continue our conversation in private? I have booked a room. We can go there if you wish." Kapil suggested. He knew that this was a make or break moment. If she said no, that would perhaps be the end of the affair. He waited with bated breath.

The moment of truth was upon her. She was under no illusions as to what their conversation in private would lead to. The previous evening's encounter had been unplanned, a happenstance. This one would be with her full knowledge and consent. There would be no excuses and no rationalisations...

"Chaliye, Jiju!"

"Let's go, Jiju!" Shehla whispered, taking a deep breath. Kapil's heart jumped in his mouth and his cock lurched awake...

"Mein aage chalta hoon. Tum paanch minute ke baad aana."

"I'll go ahead. You follow after five minutes." Kapil wrote down the room number for her. He thought she mightn't want to be seen going with him.

"Nahi, Jiju. Mujhe apne saath le chaliye!"

"No, Jiju. Please take me with you!" Shehla suddenly felt insecure about going alone. The previous evening's events had already established a bond of intimacy between them and Shehla slipped her hand in Kapil's, while they waited for the elevator to arrive. She needed the comfort of his touch...

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

He knew then that the time for conversation was past. He pressed her soft, moist palm reassuringly. There was nobody else in the elevator as it sped upwards. Kapil wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. She lowered her eyes after a quick glance at him. We make a good-looking pair, she thought woozily as she caught their reflection in the large mirror...

Shehla walked into the room ahead of Kapil. Her shoulder bag slipped and fell with a soft thud as she turned to face him. Her breathing was laboured and unsteady as he shut the door behind him and closed the distance between them.

She closed her eyes and a soft moan escaped her lips as Kapil's fingers lazily caressed her face. Soon, her headscarf lay discarded. Her hair tumbled down in an unruly mass as he undid her chignon, pulling out the pins and clips holding it in place. The air was suffused with the scent of her freshly shampooed hair. She stood unresisting as he pulled off the dupatta wrapped around her shoulders. The swell of her high bosom was revealed for his eyes to feast on, still hidden under layers of her modest clothes.

"Meri ore dekho, Shehla!"

"Look at me, Shehla!" Kapil whispered. They gazed at each other and shivers of pleasure ran down her spine as his fingers lightly brushed against her bosom while he slowly undid the buttons running down the front of her kameez. She obediently held her arms straight up, letting him take off the kameez. It mussed her long, thick, lustrous hair as it was pulled off. Her slip followed the kameez.

He took pleasure in feeling her tresses as his fingers combed through the tangled mass. He arranged her hair to flow down her shoulders in twin dark waterfalls, covering her bra clad bosom, then turned her so that her back was towards him. He took his time to lightly caress and plant little kisses on her bare shoulders and back and was gratified to see goose bumps on her fair, unblemished skin.

All this while, Shehla stood unresisting, her eyes half closed, her breathing erratic and an occasional low moan escaped her lips. Her arousal mounted as he continued his love play. He undid the clasp of her bra and gently nudged it off her shoulders. She was now naked above the waist. Only her luxuriant hair flowing down her shoulders provided a flimsy cover for her breasts. He took off his Tee shirt, so that he too was bare above the waist.

"Unnhh..." Shehla moaned as his fingers gently teased her nipples, just as she had imagined a while ago. They peeped out of the dark curtain of her hair as they stiffened. She experienced the first of her many little climaxes as he pinched and rolled them. Her pussy was practically gushing lubricious pre cum as she slumped against him and turned her head, offering her half open lips to him.

He turned her around again to face him and granted her wish, lightly holding her head between his palms, leaning forward and brushing his lips against hers. Their faces were almost level since she wore high heeled sandals. His tongue darted out to lick her lips and their kiss slowly deepened. Soon they were exchanging open mouthed kisses, licking and sucking each other's lips and duelling with their tongues.

"Nnnnh!" Shehla moaned again as Kapil reached down to cop a feel of her pussy. Her stance widened and her hips thrust involuntarily forward, seeking closer contact with his hand. Even over her salwar, he could sense the emanating heat and moisture. He loosened her salwar and she stepped out of the garment as it pooled around her feet.

He thrust his hand inside the waistband of her panties and his fingers lightly played on her soft, plump, hairless mound, then moved down to explore her slit. It was hot, wet and slick with her slippery secretions. His middle finger located the entrance to her love canal and slipped in easily. He knew then that she was ready, willing, wanting, waiting for his cock...

He seated her on the bed, stood in front of her and thrust his hips forward, beckoning her to undress him. She opened his jeans and pushed them down his legs, revealing his boxers hiding a bulge underneath. She stared at his cock as it sprang free when she pulled down his boxers. It was hard, dark, thick, and veiny and sprang straight out, with a little upward angle. It throbbed with his heartbeat and the tip was wet with his pre-cum.

She was fascinated by the foreskin partly covering his crown. This was the first uncircumcised cock she'd seen. Almost hypnotised, she lightly pulled back the foreskin, uncovering his shiny, wet crown and caught a whiff of his masculine scent. She would probably have liked to explore his un-cut cock, but Kapil was by now impatient to get on with it.

"Lo, pehnao mujhe."

"Here, put it on." He whispered, handing her a condom after ripping open the wrapper. Shehla had done this many times before, and soon his cock wore the shiny condom and was ready for battle, like a knight in shining armour...

He eased her on the bed, laying her on her back. He pulled off her sandals and her soaked panties and she opened her thighs, displaying her smooth, bald pussy for his pleasure. As he placed a pillow under her ass, the petals of her outer labia opened and her pink inner lips were exposed. They were smeared with her secretions and clear, viscous fluid continued to dribble out.

"Bolo Shehla, kya chahti ho?"

"What do you want, Shehla?" He growled as he knelt between her open thighs, his hard, thick cock within kissing distance of her cunt.

"Bas ab jaldi se kijiye, Jiju!"

"Just do it, Jiju! Quickly!" She whispered hoarsely, her hips twitching up, urging him on.

"Theek hai!"

"Right!" He chuckled.

"Ssss..." She hissed and winced in pain as he drove his cock in, forcing her tight vaginal walls apart. He had perhaps made a just a couple of inches of headway. He stopped and pulled out.

Realising that perhaps the condom wasn't lubricated properly, he scooped up her lubricious juices and smeared them all over it. He then eased his cock in again until he sensed resistance, drew back a little, and waited for her pussy to adjust around the hard, thick intruder. Although she was fully aroused and well lubricated, the previous evening's fucking had rendered her pussy inflamed and tender. After a while, she twitched her hips, signalling him to continue.

"Theek ho?"

"Are you OK?"

"H'm!" She confirmed.

He took his time, thrusting gently, withdrawing a little, waiting and then thrusting in again, letting her pussy stretch and make way for his cock until he finally bottomed out. He kissed and licked her lips and pinched her nipples while his cock remained buried deep, occasionally twitching his hips, waiting for her signal to continue.

"Jiju, just do me hard now!" She whispered. The sharp pain she'd experienced had disappeared, replaced by a raw, hot, throbbing, desperate need for satisfaction.

His cock grew even harder at her explicit demand. Yet, he kept his passion in check, resisting the urge to let himself loose. He started to fuck her slow and deep, with well-paced thrusts, holding himself inside her as his crown nudged her cervix, pulling back slowly and then thrusting in again with smooth, controlled, powerful movements of his thighs and hips. He wanted to prolong the pleasure of their union as much as he could.

Shehla rested her hands above her head in a gesture of submission, offering her body to her Jiju for his pleasure. She revelled in absorbing his deep, powerful thrusts, being smothered under the weight of his sweaty, athletic, masculine body, breathing in his hot, intoxicating exhalations, licking up the salty drops of his sweat falling into her open mouth. She experienced an almost continuous series of little climaxes as the heat and friction of his thick cock caused wave after wave of intense pleasure to arise in her cunt and spread throughout her body.

"Hnnhh... hnnhh... hnnhh..." She kept grunting in time with his thrusts as they gradually speeded up and became harder and harder.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." Kapil intoned as he lost himself in the pleasure of the moment, no longer in control of his body as it thrusted towards climax.

"Aaaahhh..." He bellowed, with a hard, deep final plunge in her cunt, jetting spurt after spurt of his semen in the pouch of his condom.

Shehla's pussy contracted hard around his thick shaft as she left behind the high plateau of continuous little climaxes and soared to the pinnacle of her pleasure. It was the best sex she'd had in a long time, perhaps her best ever.

Kapil was a skilled, experienced lover and on that day he was in mid-season form. The sheer novelty of fucking a woman other than his own wife had redoubled his energy and ignited his passion. Besides, the brazen illicitness of fucking another man's wife, that too with her full consent, who also happened to belong to another faith had been the ultimate turn on...

He lay on top of her for long minutes, feeling her heart throb wildly against his chest, breathing in the fragrance of her hair and feeling her body squirm under him as she wriggled to find a more comfortable position, but not wanting to let go of his contact. He finally pulled out of her with a sucking sound, and lay down on his back beside her. His hand rested possessively on her thigh, fingers lightly playing on her sensitive skin.

Shehla placed her head on his shoulder, resting on her side and caressed his chest with feather light touches of her fingertips. Enjoying their post coital intimacy, tired not so much by the physical exertion as by the emotional roller coaster ride, they slipped into a sweet slumber.

Shehla woke up half an hour later and went to the bathroom. While Kapil had worn a condom, her own secretions had completely drenched her crotch. After relieving herself and cleaning up, she closely inspected her body and was relieved not to find any physical signs of their coupling. She shivered as she re-lived the hard pounding Jiju had delivered, her pussy moistening once again.

"What a man!" She mused, looking at her reflection. She sniffed her armpit and wrinkled her nose at the slightly stale scent, but decided not to refresh the deodorant. She tied her hair in a loose knot, put on a fresh pair of panties and wrapped the dupatta around her shoulders, not just to cover her bosom but also to shield against the blast of cold air from the air conditioning.

She returned to the bedroom and giggled at the sight of her Jiju's limp cock still wearing the now loose condom, as he lay fast asleep. A little ejaculate had trickled out and made a mess on his crotch. She fetched a wet towel from the bathroom and gingerly pulled off the condom. She set about wiping off his crotch as much as she could without waking him, handling his cock and testicles with great care. Her task was made easier since Jiju's crotch was clean shaven.

In spite of all the care she took, he was awakened by her touch. Suddenly, she felt his grip on her wrist and looked up at him. He brought her hand up and kissed her palm.

"Kyon meri neend kharab ki? Woh bhi mujhe poora thakane ke baad!"

"Why did you spoil my sleep? That too after totally tiring me out!" He complained.

"Itni jaldi thak gaye Jiju? Mujhe laga ki yeh toh sirf shuruat hai!"

"Did you tire out already, Jiju? I thought this was just the beginning!" She teased him.

It was amazing, how far she had come in such a short time. Just two days back, she didn't know him from Adam, and now she felt intimate and un-inhibited enough to pull his leg about his stamina and prowess. What made it even more remarkable was that Shehla was by nature introverted and reticent, not given to easy frivolity. There was more than the satiation of her sexual hunger at work here. There was genuine chemistry between the two, as they both were slowly realising.

"Mai zara bathroom ho aaun? Phir dekhte hain kaun kisko thakata hai!"

"Let me return from the bathroom. Then we'll see who tires out whom!" Kapil rose to the bait.

Shehla was standing at the window, looking at the central courtyard of the hotel when Kapil crept up behind her and held her by her shoulders.

"Kitna khubsoorat nazara hai yeh!"

"What a beautiful sight!" She said, looking at the manicured lawn, colourful flowers blooming in neat rows of flowerbeds, clean blue water shimmering in the swimming pool and frisky young bikini clad girls having a good time.

"Han! Lekin mein tumhe is se bhi khubsoorat nazara dikhata hoon!"

"Yes! But I'll show you an even more beautiful sight!"

He covered her eyes and guided her to the dresser. When he uncovered her eyes, they looked at their reflection in the dresser mirror, with him standing close behind her. He rested his chin on her shoulder, turned his head and kissed her cheek.

"Achchi dikhti hai na hamari jodi?"

"Don't we make a good-looking pair?" He whispered, echoing her own thoughts.

"Ji!"

"Yes!"

She shivered, but not from the cold as he kissed and nibbled her ear while his fingers slowly unwrapped the dupatta from her shoulders. She didn't feel shy at all as he bared her breasts and feasted on the sight. Her hair tied in a loose knot, her body was on full display, except for the panties covering her pussy.

"Kitne khubsoorat hain tumhare chooche!"

"What a pretty pair of tits!" His brown hands made a pleasing contrast against her milky white skin as he cupped both her breasts in his hands, kneading her soft, pliant flesh. She arched her back and thrust her breasts against his hands, wordlessly urging him on as they looked on in the mirror.

"Unnnhhh..." She moaned as he pinched and rolled her nipples. She felt his hot, hard cock against her ass and realised that he was fully naked behind her. She reached behind and ran her hand over his throbbing cock and he squeezed her breasts hard in response. Continuing to knead one breast, he thrust his hand inside the waistband of her panties and cupped her mound. They both stared at their reflection, enjoying the visual treat of their love play while he pulled her panties down to expose her drooling pussy.

"Aao..."

"Come..." He sat on an armless chair and seated her on his lap, facing him. Her thighs were splayed out and her feet were planted firmly on the floor. His stiff cock stood straight up between them and her pussy was planted against the base of his cock. He grabbed her rounded ass and pulled her to him, forcing her pussy tight against his erection.

"Aaahhh..." She rubbed her pussy on his cock, using her legs and hips, while he enjoyed licking her breasts and suckling her nipples. Soon, her breasts shone with his saliva, while his pre-cum dribbled down his shaft and mingled with her copiously flowing pussy juice, making a sticky mess down there.

"Let me get a condom!" He whispered to her, trying to get her off his lap.

"Jiju, let's just do it!" She was now on fire, not wanting to waste time with a condom. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought, remembering their frantic bareback fucking of the previous evening...

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"OK. Let's do it!" He didn't waste time arguing.

At his prompting, she rose on her legs and positioned her pussy above his cock. He held his cock against her opening and she lowered herself gingerly, wincing a little and rolling her hips to find the proper alignment. Soon, she was sitting on his lap with his hard cock buried fully inside her, her breathing just a little faster than normal.

Perhaps because they weren't using a condom, or maybe because she'd loosened up a bit after their last fucking, this time her tight hot cunt had no difficulty in taking his cock as it forced its way in. Both stared at each other unmoving, just relishing the sensation of her hot pussy snugly holding his thick, throbbing cock in its embrace.

"Grip me tighter!" He whispered. She looked at him blankly, not getting it.

"Cough a little!" He prompted.

Her pussy tightened around his cock as she coughed and she had a beatific smile on her face, having learned something new. Holding his shoulders for support, she started rocking her hips and thrusting, repeatedly impaling herself on his blunt cock. She coughed every once in a while to spasmodically tighten her grip on his shaft, losing herself in the slowly rising tide of passion.

He took pleasure of her breasts, sucking, licking, and nipping, his fingers pinching, rolling and twisting her stiff nipples. Once in a while he sat back, enjoying the sensations her hot cunt was producing on his cock, and the visual treat of her bouncing breasts and her lust crazed face as she kept fucking. Soon, she was panting with exertion and sweat ran down her face and her body in little rivulets. He sensed that she was tiring and to supplement her efforts he started thrusting up from below, grabbing her shiny, sweaty breasts and squeezing them hard.

"Mai toh thak gayi, Jiju! Aap hi isse khatam kijiye!"

"I'm tired, Jiju. Please finish this!" She panted.

"Theek hai!"

"Right!" He chuckled. Making her wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, he rose and walked to the bed and lowered her on it, his cock still buried deep inside her. Hooking his elbows under her knees, he leaned over her, almost doubling her up, her knees close to her shoulders and her vaginal passage almost vertical. The animal inside him was now unleashed.

"Hmphh... Hmphhh... Hmphhh..." He grunted, unleashing a series of hard, deep, powerful thrusts on her defenceless cunt, intent on taking his pleasure, not caring for her needs. As her body shook and thrashed like a rag doll under his merciless assault, the rising tide of her passion boiled over and she climaxed hard. Kapil showed no signs of tiring and he continued to fuck her hard, keeping her in a continuous state of ecstasy even as her pussy was rubbed raw and inflamed.

"Aaaahhh..." Kapil roared when he finally climaxed, filling her pussy with his hot seed. Shehla was utterly fulfilled, satiated, drained, tired, and relieved when it was over finally. They lay exhausted in bed, giving time for their bodies to recoup. Kapil stirred first, leaned over her and planted a possessive kiss on her mouth, his face wearing the triumphant smile of a conqueror. Shehla was happy to surrender to him, opening her lips for his pleasure.

With an athletic spring he got up and went to the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later after cleaning himself up, dressed in his jeans. His torso was still bare. He held out a hand to Shehla and helped her up. She tottered on her legs and he supported her till she found her balance.

"Do you need help?" He asked as she walked to the bathroom, a bit wobbly on her feet.

"I'll be OK, I think."

"Good. But don't lock the bathroom, just in case..."

"H'm." She kept the door ajar as she disappeared into the bathroom.

She put on a shower cap and had a quick shower, letting the hot water soothe her bruised body. She once again inspected her body closely while towelling herself dry. Her lower lip was slightly inflamed on one side, there were several hickeys on her breasts and a big hickey on her shoulder and last but not the least, her pussy was raw and inflamed. She pulled out a jar of cold cream from her bag and was about to apply it on her war wounds when she paused. Let Jiju see what he's done, she thought, stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest.

"Dekhiye Jiju, aapne kya kar diya!"

"Jiju, look what you've done!" She stood before him as he was figuring out what food to order from room service.

"Kya?"

"What?" He was nonplussed. Then she pointed at her swollen lip.

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[Blue Bull]

"Ohhh!" He got up and ran a gentle finger on her lip.

"Sorry! Is it very painful?" He was genuinely concerned.

"Aur bhi hain, khud dekh lijiye!"

"There's more. Please see for yourself!" She pointed at her chest and gave him a sidelong glance. Once again, her breathing became irregular.

"Dekhen!"

"Let's see!" He untucked the towel from her chest. His lips and his tongue soothed her bruise marks one by one as she pointed them out to him. He then seated her sideways on his lap and rubbed cold cream on her bruises, taking his own sweet time to do so. She wiggled her body, to give him access to all the spots. He rubbed cold cream on her nipples too, for good measure. He sniffed her armpit as she raised an arm.

"It smelt better before you showered!" He commented.

"Chheee!" She slapped his chest playfully.

"Ab toh theek hai na meri gudiya?"

"Is my little doll OK now?" He inquired solicitously.

"Aur bhi ek jagah hai!"

"There is one more place!" She whispered, getting up to head to the bathroom.

"Ah! Samajh gaya. Ruko yahin!"

"Ah! I understand. Wait right here!" He knew that she was referring to her pussy, where her real problem was. After coming off from the high peaks of passion, her pussy was inflamed and raw, in real need of a salve.

He went to the bathroom and returned after washing his hands. She was lying in bed with her thighs closed and hands covering her pussy. With some prompting, she reluctantly spread her thighs wide apart and took off her hands, baring her pussy to him. He then set about gently massaging the cold cream on her pussy. He smeared a finger with cold cream and applied it inside her pussy too. Shehla relaxed with her eyes half closed, enjoying his ministrations. A little shiver ran through her and she experienced a small climax as his finger lightly tapped her clit...

She felt much better now, basking in the tender loving care ofher Jiju. They enjoyed a hearty lunch of grilled chicken sandwiches washed down with thick lassi, followed by fruit salad. She insisted on licking off the moustache of thick lassi on his upper lip. He rolled his tongue up in a tube, held little pieces of fruit in it and made her suck them off...

They lay contented and relaxed in bed, close by but not touching each other. They'd had enough of that for the time being.

"Shehla, just looking at you, no one would guess that you are such a sex bomb!" Kapil commented.

"What do I look like, then?" She asked coquettishly.

"Ohhh... Let me see. You look so innocent and young... Actually, you look like a college girl. In fact you could even pass off as a high college student if you wore college uniform!"

It was true. The soft lines of her face made her look much younger than her age. Her tall, slim build and a high, modestly sized bosom helped, too.

"Would you like me to dress as a student?" She asked impishly.

"Why not? That's an idea! A dirty old man wants to corrupt an innocent student!"

"You are not old!" She protested.

"Well, I am forty one. That's not young!"

"You have the stamina of a young man!" She blushed.

"Thanks! And what about the other part? Do you think I am dirty?"

"Umm... No... I don't know. Maybe you've a dirty mind!"

"Actually, I am surprised by what has happened between us. I have never done this in my life, except with my wife, of course!"

"I've never even looked at a man in that way, till now. Except my hubby, of course! And here I am, lying in bed with you. You are such a bad man!"

"Actually, I think there is strong chemistry between us. That's what has made all this happen."

"H'm!" She sighed contentedly, lightly holding his hand. They dozed off in a light sleep.

Kapil stirred awake in a while and glanced at his watch. It was around half past three p.m.

"Utho Shehla! Jaane ka waqt ho gaya!"

"Wake up, Shehla! It's time to go!" He gently shook her awake. She opened her eyes, gave him a sleepy smile and looked at her watch.

"Ya ,.'! Itni der kaisi so gayi mein?"

"Oh God! How did I oversleep like this?" She sprang up.

"Kitne baje ghar pahunchna hai?"

"When do you have to reach home?"

"Ammi koi sadhe paanch -- chheh baje pahunchengi. Mujhe paanch baje tak wahan hona hi chaiye!"

"Mom will be home by five thirty or six o'clock. I must be there by five!"

"Ghabrane ki koi baat nahi. Kaafi waqt hai tumhare paas!"

"No need to worry. You have plenty of time."

"Han. Lekin traffic ka koi bharosa nahi."

"Yes. But you can never be sure about the traffic." She fretted. Mumbai traffic was indeed unpredictable.

"Ek kaam karte hain. Tum chaho toh mein tumhe meri bike par le chalta hun. Kam se kam pandrah bees minute bach jayenge."

"Here's an idea. I can drop you home on my bike, if you wish. We can save fifteen or twenty minutes that way."

Kapil had come on his Royal Enfield motorbike that day. It was a relic of his bachelor days. He had kept it in excellent condition although he rarely got to use it nowadays. The bike could weave its way around thick traffic and save a lot of time.

"Lekin aap ko kaafi lamba rasta lena padega."

"But you'll have to take a long detour."

"Tum uski fikr bilkul mat karo. Tumhare saath aur waqt guzarne ka iss se achha aur kya bahana ho sakta hai? Tumhe bike par baithne ka darr toh nahi lag raha na?"

"Don't worry about it. What better excuse can I have to spend more time with you? I hope you're not scared of riding a bike."

"Darr kis baat ka? Mujhe aap par poora bharosa hai, Jiju!"

"No, I'm not scared. I trust you totally, Jiju!" She hurried to the bathroom after a quick kiss on his cheek.

She emerged twenty minutes later, dressed prim and proper, dupatta wrapped securely on her shoulders, headscarf covering her lush hair with just a few wisps peeping out, light makeup freshly applied on her face. Something in her body language as she walked towards him, something in her expression once again caused a faint stirring in his loins. He held her at arm's length, and stared at her.

"Shehla, I want to feel your breasts against my back when we ride." He whispered.

"Please no, Jiju!"

She put up a token resistance but didn't stop him as he undressed her, unwrapping her dupatta, pulling off her kameez and slip. He took care not to muss her hair as he did so. He unclasped her bra and slipped it off too, then lightly tapped her nipples to make them stiff again. Her pussy again moistened her panties. He then put the kameez back on her, neatly doing up the buttons.

He brushed her hair back in place and stood her before the dresser mirror, admiring his handiwork. The shadows of her aureole could be seen through the translucent kameez and her nipples tented the thin fabric. Her firm breasts hardly sagged. He then handed her the dupatta, which she wrapped around her shoulders, covering her treasures.

The underground garage where his bike was parked was dimly lit and there was nobody else around. Kapil unlocked the bike and put on one helmet, placing the second one on the seat. Her high chignon couldn't fit inside the helmet. So he removed her headscarf and she re-tied her hair in a loose knot low on her neck. He put the helmet on her head, tightening the chinstrap securely as she smiled impishly at him.

"Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain, Jiju?"

"What are you doing, Jiju?" She exclaimed in alarm as he unwrapped her dupatta and took it off. His were the only eyes that saw her pretty tits under the thin kameez.

"Fikr mat karo!"

"Don't worry!" He assured her as he folded the headscarf in a triangle and tied it around her neck so that it covered her back.

"Mujh se sat kar baitho. Kissi koh kuchh nahi dikhega!"

"Sit close against me. Nobody will see a thing!" He assured her.

She wasn't so sure, but went along nevertheless. Her heightened sensuality and a desire to please him had overcome her inhibitions. There was no room for the dupatta in her bag, so Kapil folded it neatly and placed it on the seat. The bike had a single, long seat for driver and rider, with the rider's portion slightly elevated. Shehla sat comfortably. She was used to riding bikes ever since she was a young girl, sitting behind her father. Besides, she knew Kapil was a good driver. She clung to his back, her arms circling his waist as they exited the underground parking lot with the characteristic thump-thump of the Royal Enfield bike.

Fortunately, the traffic wasn't too heavy and they made steady progress, with Kapil driving safely and at moderate speed. The vibrations of the engine got to her through the seat and she pressed her hips against him for a while, enjoying the throbbing of the engine and the friction of his ass against her crotch. She then pressed her breasts against his back and tightened her grip around his waist. Her nipples stiffened as they felt his heat through thin layers of their clothes.

She continued to alternately press her crotch and her breasts against him. Soon her entire front and his back were drenched in sweat. Once in a while, she scooted back a little to let air play between their bodies and cool them off, before hugging him again. She wanted to bite his ear but couldn't, since they both were wearing helmets. Even a casual onlooker would have known that they were lovers, by the way she clung to him. They didn't care. Besides, their faces were covered by helmets and visors, protecting their identity. They stopped at a junction a couple of kilometres from her home. Kapil parked his bike under a tree off to one side, and they dismounted.

There were no people nearby. Shehla took off her helmet and shook her head. The knot tying her hair had loosened and her hair tumbled down in an unruly mass. Kapil stared at her breasts as her translucent, wet kameez clung to them like a second skin. Every once in a while he looked around nervously for voyeurs. Her breasts thrust out and moved fluidly as she gathered her hair and tied them again in a knot with quick, graceful movements. She then pulled the wet fabric off her tits and shook it loose. She took her sweet time, wiping the sweat off her face and neck with her dupatta that Kapil proffered, casting sidelong glances at him, and letting him catch eyefuls of her lush bosom.

That was Shehla's parting gift to her lover. For that's what they were now -- lovers. Finally, she wrapped the dupatta on her shoulders, covered her hair with the headscarf, and was once again her usual self, all prim and proper. Nobody could have guessed what a sexual dynamo lay hidden under those modest clothes. Kapil waited till she got into an auto-rickshaw to take her home, then he too took off.

Shehla reached home well in time to take a shower and make her daughter's favourite snack. She then relaxed, humming under her breath. Now and again she burst into little giggles as she remembered Kapil's bug-eyed stare at her boobs. She just couldn't believe how much she'd enjoyed the experience of exposing herself to her lover in public. Unknowingly, Kapil had awakened her inner slut, dormant for so long. She was on a high, feeling absolutely on top of the world!

***

Shehla awoke early on Monday morning. The persistent itch in her pussy had grown into a throbbing burn, in spite of frequent washing and application of cold cream. She had anyway decided to visit a gynaecologist for a morning after pill, and this was another issue that needed to be attended to. It was her first visit to a gynaecologist since coming to Mumbai.

The doctor was a cheerful, smiling, sprightly lady, perhaps in her fifties. She immediately put Shehla at ease. She noted down Shehla's history, studied her papers, examined her and tactfully got her to talk about the sexual encounter, listening attentively. Shehla told her about the sex on Saturday evening. She was too ashamed to tell her about the repeat on Sunday afternoon.

"Ma'am, you are in excellent health! You've recently tested negative for STDs, so the inflammation is most probably because of a minor infection. Normally, we prescribe antibiotics only after doing a urine test, but since you are in acute discomfort, I am writing you a prescription for oral antibiotic capsules and an antibiotic cream. The infection should clear up in two or three days. If it persists, we will have to do a urine test."

"Thank you doctor. Please call me Shehla!"

"Right, Shehla. Even so, it's a good idea to repeat the STD test, just to rule out any possibility of a fresh infection. If you agree, we can collect your samples right away!"

"OK, doctor!"

"Good. Now, about the sex. I take it that you don't want to get pregnant." The doctor was totally calm, pleasant and business-like.

"You're right, doctor."

"I'm sure you know about morning after pills. A lot of women take them on their own, without going to a doctor. I am glad that you decided to consult a doctor."

"Thanks!"

"Umm, in your case, I believe there is a good chance that you've ovulated already. If so, the morning after pill might not prevent a possible pregnancy."

"Oh god!" Shehla's heart sank.

"It's nothing to worry about. In such cases, we advise the use of a copper IUD, a little thing that is inserted into the uterus. It's a simple, outpatient procedure and it is immediately effective in preventing pregnancy. It continues to work as long as it is in place. It can be easily removed whenever you decide to have a baby. You can get pregnant soon after it is removed." The doctor explained.

"Please doctor. I don't want anything to be put in my body!" Shehla was suddenly gripped by panic.

"Relax, Shehla. We'll never do anything you don't want. In any case, the procedure cannot be done until your infection clears up."

"No! No procedure!"

"Alright! Don't worry! I'll write you a prescription for a morning after pill. Please take it right away."

"Yes doctor, thanks!"

"When are you expecting your period?"

"In about two weeks."

"H'm! I'm also writing a prescription for birth control pills. Please start them immediately after your period. But please make sure to keep track of your next period. If you are late by more than a couple of days, you could well be pregnant. In that case, please get in touch immediately."

"Yes doctor." Shehla replied in a small voice. She was really worried now.

"Oh! Another thing. Please avoid sex till the infection clears up and use protection thereafter. In fact it's preferable to avoid sex till after your period."

"Yes doctor." Shehla walked out of the clinic with shoulders hunched, feeling guilty and ashamed. She felt as if people were staring at her with accusing eyes. She hoped and prayed that her period would start on time, as it always did. She was able to reach her office just after lunch break...

***

She immersed herself in work, not only to make up for lost time but also to keep her mind from worrying about possible pregnancy. By the time the office closed, she was desperate to talk to someone. The first person to pop up in her mind was Kapil; not her mother, not her hubby nor Kalpana. They had intentionally not shared their mobile numbers, preferring to communicate via email, to preserve anonymity. But she knew it was time to shed that cloak.

Since accessing personal email IDs from the office network was not permitted and was also vulnerable to snooping, she waited impatiently till she got home. Her daughter was waiting to jump on her and smothered her in hugs and kisses, prattling on about her day in the day-care center and playcollege. It was only after ten o'clock at night that she was able to put her daughter to sleep and login to her email account.

"j, we need to talk asap. pl call on my mobile no. xxxxx xxxxx. s"

She wasn't sure when Jiju would read her message and how soon he would call. Probably tomorrow, she thought, lying in bed and trying to fall sleep. In perhaps forty-five minutes her phone vibrated, just as she was drifting off to sleep. She immediately woke up, saw an unfamiliar number, and looked at her daughter sleeping blissfully. She went to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

"Shehla?"

"Yes, it's Shehla!"

"Kya baat hai Shehla? Tum theek toh ho?"

"What's the matter Shehla? Are you OK?" There was concern in Kapil's voice. Shehla felt a load lift off her shoulders, just hearing his voice.

"Ji mein theek hun. Lekin kuchh zaroori baat karni hai. Kya hum abhi baat kar sakte hain?"

"I'm OK. But I need to talk about something important. Can we talk now?"

"Haan. Bolo Shehla, kya baat hai?"

"Yes Shehla, what's it?"

Slowly and haltingly, she narrated all that had happened at the gynaecologist's clinic, bursting into tears every once in a while. Kapil listened in silence, prompting her occasionally.

"Shehla, issme darne ki koi baat nahi hai. Tum bilkul fikr mat karo aur khud ko mat koso. Sab kuchh theek hoga."

"There is nothing to be afraid of, Shehla. Don't worry and don't blame yourself. Everything will be OK." Shehla listened in silence.

"Aur ek baat yaad rakho. Jo kuchh bhi ho, mai tumhare saath hun. Mujhpar bharosa karo!"

"And remember. Whatever happens, I am with you. Trust me!"

"Ji!"

"OK!" Shehla whispered, relieved.

They decided to meet next evening, in a restaurant not far from Shehla's office.

***

Shehla was the first to reach the restaurant. She wasn't perturbed about not finding Kapil there already. She knew in her heart that he would come. "My Jiju will never ditch me." She thought. Her face lit up and her heart filled with joy as she spotted Kapil walking in, twenty minutes later. The venue was rather far from Kapil's office and he'd had to reschedule a couple of meetings that evening, in order to make it to their rendezvous.

"Sorry Shehla, I'm late. My meeting lasted longer than I expected. Anyway, here I am now!"

"It's OK, Jiju. But you look tired. Are you alright?" There was concern in her voice.

"Oh! I am fine. I just had a long day, that's all. But tell me, how are you doing?" He sensed her underlying unease, although superficially she looked fine, if a bit tired.

"I'm doing alright, I guess!" She didn't sound too enthusiastic.

The waiter appeared and he ordered coffee and some snacks.

"Han, toh batao, tabiyat kaisi hai ab tumhari?"

"So tell me, how are you doing health wise?" He referred obliquely to the inflammation in her pussy.

"Ji, ab jalan kafi kam ho gayi hai. Shayad ek do dinon mein bilkul theek ho jayegi."

"Well, the inflammation has subsided a lot. Perhaps I will be fine in a day or two." She felt no embarrassment in sharing those intimate details with him.

"Yeh achhi baat hai."

"That's good!" He clasped her hand reassuringly. She felt relaxed and comfortable, sitting close to him, breathing in his masculine scent.

"Umm... Now, about the other thing. When will you know for sure whether you are pregnant or not?"

"In about two weeks." She whispered, going tense once again. He clasped her hand tighter, to reassure her.

"Shehla, jo kuchh hona tha woh ho chuka hai, jo kuchh karna tha woh bhi tum kar chuki ho. Ab fikr karne mein koi matlab nahi hai. Agley do hafton ke liye yeh sab tumne bhool jana chahiye!"

"Shehla, whatever had to happen has happened and you've already done whatever needed to be done. There is no sense in worrying about it now. You should just forget the whole thing for the next two weeks."

"Han, lekin..."

"Yes, but..."

"Han han, mujhe pata hai ke kehna asan hai lekin karna itna asan nahi. Phir bhi, yehi koshish karni chahiye tumne. Aur tum akeli nahi ho, yaad rakho. Mein hamesha tumhare saath hoon."

"I know, I know, it is easier said than done. Even then, you have to make the effort. And don't forget, you are not alone. I'm with you, always!"

"Ji!"

"Yes!"

"Ab thoda muskurao!"

"And now, smile!"

She rewarded him with a shy smile that lit up her face and displayed her beautiful teeth. He had succeeded in allaying her anxiety and lifting her mood.

"Kya tumne aur kissise baat ki hai iske barey mein?"

"Have you talked about this with anyone else?" He queried.

"Ji, ab tak toh nahi. Lekin sahi waqt par merey shauhar se baat karni hogi."

"Not so far. But I'll have to talk to my hubby at the right time."

Kapil was taken aback at her intention to talk to her hubby. He had no idea about the relationship she shared with her hubby. He decided that this wasn't the time to probe her about it.

"Mujhe lagta hai ke jab tak pregnancy ki baat saaf nahi ho jati, tab tak humne kissise kuchh nahi kehna chahiye."

"I think that until you know for sure about pregnancy, we should not share this with anyone." Although he knew this was strictly a matter between husband and wife, he couldn't resist sharing his view with Shehla.

"Ji!"

"Yes!" She agreed.

They set up a private, encrypted text messaging app between them. That ensured a secure yet immediate line of communication, something the email link lacked.

The subject of STDs came up and she told him that she was clean and the results of a repeat test would come in in the next few days. He too shared that he and Kalpana had both done the tests recently and were both clean.

"Phir bhi, iske aagey humne hoshiyar rehna chahiye."

"Even so, we must be careful from now on." He said.

"Ji!"

"Yes!" She responded.

They implicitly confirmed their intention to pursue their relationship...

End of Ch. 01 .....

[Blue Bull]

You know....

Shehla is a married young woman (around 30) with a small daughter. She is professionally qualified and works as junior executive with Trident Corp., a large MNC. Her hubby is a banker working with a large international bank. They live and work in Gurgaon. She is tall, slim, reasonably well endowed, fresh faced and pleasantly attractive. She generally dresses in salwar suits and her clothes are smart but conservatively cut.

Shehla and her hubby suffer a forced separation when he gets transferred to the Gulf, and becomes extremely busy with his job. She tries to be with her hubby in the Gulf, taking leave of absence from her job. However, she returns after a couple of months, ostensibly because she had nothing to do there, but also because of a not yet revealed trauma she suffered there. Her hubby is perhaps in some kind of trouble because of which he is trapped there in the Gulf and is unable to return to India...

Upon her return, she re-locates to Mumbai, where she currently lives with her widowed mother. In Trident Corp.'s Mumbai office, she gets acquainted with Kalpana, a senior colleague. They soon become good friends.

Prolonged separation from her hubby adversely affects Shehla's mental health and emotional wellbeing. Telephonic conversations with her hubby are not enough satisfy her emotional and physical needs. She starts getting desperate. Her hubby understands her condition and finally, to help preserve her sanity he suggests that she might try to find someone for a short-term relationship. But she knows that she can't afford to look for such a person among her colleagues, relatives or friends. Online search only yields responses from totally unsuitable, unsavoury characters. She is at her wits' end. Finally, one day Shehla unburdens herself to an understanding and sympathetic Kalpana.

To help lighten her mood, Kalpana invites Shehla to her home one day. After a long and happy day at Kalpana's place, her hubby Kapil drives Shehla back to her home. Shehla and Kapil find it very easy to talk to each other and she soon starts calling him Jiju (brother-in-law, treating Kalpana as her adoptive sister). Without conscious intent on her part, Shehla's unfulfilled thirst drives her to come on to Kapil. Being a hot-blooded male, he cannot resist her charms. Unbeknownst to Shehla, he has a hall pass from Kalpana, to compensate him for the affair Kalpana is having with the big boss of Trident Corp., Shyam Belekar. (Please read the series Kalpana & "Sir").

Kapil and Shehla do it as soon as they reach her home. So highly aroused and impatient are they that they have unprotected sex. They do it again the next day, in a hotel room. Apart from Shehla's long unsatisfied thirst for sex, they are driven by a strong natural chemistry between them and they get on like a house on fire.

Shehla visits a gynaecologist for a morning after pill and also to treat a vaginal infection she caught during their romps. She is plunged into anxiety when she is told that at that point in her menstrual cycle, a morning after pill might not work...

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Kapil assuages Shehla’s anxiety......

It was almost a fortnight since Shehla and Kapil had last met. Shehla was at her cubicle in the office but found herself unable to concentrate on her work. She was on pins and needles: She was expecting her period to start almost any time now. For the past fortnight she had had bouts of anxiety every once in a while. But as the days passed, the anxiety attacks had grown in intensity and duration until she felt distracted and, on the edge, almost all the time.

"I have always been regular as a clockwork and surely, they will start on time now too!" She assured herself, temporarily assuaging her anxiety, reminding herself that she had never had to worry about it in the past. But now, she had to contend with memories of the intense peaks of passion her Jiju's bare, unsheathed, uncircumcised cock had made her experience as they flashed before her mind's eye. She blushed with shame and guilt and in spite of herself, a shiver of arousal coursed through her body.

"Has Jiju planted his seed in me already?" The thought kept recurring. She shook her head to clear her head, made a quick trip to the ladies' room and splashed cold water on her face to force herself to snap out of her guilt laden reverie. But try as she might, those memories kept flooding back. And although she was temporarily able to assuage her guilt and shame, she couldn't suppress her sexual arousal as she re-lived those vivid memories, even though she was immersed in the aseptic, business-like environment of her office.

In fact, she had started experiencing episodes of sexual arousal almost as soon as the inflammation in her pussy had subsided. Her episodes of horniness kept increasing in intensity and duration as the days passed. She was compelled to live through bouts of guilt laden anxiety and intense sexual arousal, not knowing how to control either, until she was ready to climb a wall.

Jiju was the only person she could confide in. But Shehla was caught on the horns of a dilemma. On the one hand she needed Jiju's support to overcome her anxiety. On the other hand, she knew that the mere sound of his voice would be enough to ignite her sexual arousal and leave her high and dry, unable to find relief on her own. She was ashamed of her own vulnerable state... After a long and tortuous struggle with herself, she finally gathered courage and called Kapil.

"Kaisi ho Shehla?"

"How are you doing Shehla?" Kapil picked up the phone almost as soon as it rang. A wave of relief swept through her upon hearing his voice. Her pussy spasmed and she felt moist between her legs, reacting instantly to the sound of his voice.

"Ji mein theek hun, Jiju. Kya hum mil sakte hain?"

"I am OK, Jiju. Can we meet?" He detected a little tremor in her voice.

"Han, han. Zaroor! Koi khas baat?"

"Yes, yes. Certainly! Anything in particular?" He responded, his heart beating a little faster.

"Ji, milne par bataungi!"

"I'll tell you when we meet."

"Achha!"

"OK!"

A shiver ran down Kapil's spine as he digested Shehla's message. "Why didn't she come out and tell me upfront what she had on her mind? Is she pregnant?" He wondered. He immediately dreamt up a few scenarios on how he would deal with that eventuality. Whatever it might be, he decided it would be best if he arranged a private rendezvous with Shehla.

They met a day later on a Saturday morning in the coffee shop of the same hotel where they had met a fortnight or so ago. Kapil was getting impatient and was about to call her, when she showed up, twenty minutes late.

"Kaisi ho Shehla?"

"How are you doing, Shehla?" He greeted her and she responded with a relieved smile. The mere sight of her Jiju was sufficient to assuage her anxiety and set her heart aflutter.

"Sorry Jiju, I'm a bit late. For some reason, there were no free taxis to be found..."

"Koi baat nahi. Chalo!"

"Don't worry about it. Let's go!" Her heart skipped a beat as he rose and guided her to the elevators with a light touch on her shoulder. No explanations were necessary; she knew he was taking her to a hotel room where they would find privacy that she needed so badly...

His hand rested lightly on her shoulder as the elevator sped upwards. She avoided looking at him through the big mirror in the elevator, but he could feel her trembling. Like a wet sparrow, he thought...

She flung herself at him and threw her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight as soon as he shut the door of the room behind them. Kapil drew her in his arms and hugged her back, her breasts flattening against his chest. She felt his rapidly hardening cock against her belly as he thrust his hips forward and lifted her up a bit. He buried his nose in her hair and deeply inhaled her fresh, feminine scent. He rocked her like a baby as he felt sobs wrack her body and made soothing little vocalizations to calm her down...

Her face was wet with tears when she finally calmed down and drew back a little, gazing into his eyes, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"Oh Jiju, I am so relieved! I feel so comfortable and nice in your arms. I wish I could stay like this forever!" She exhaled a sob.

He kept rocking her wordlessly, letting her pour her heart out at her own pace. Over the next half hour, she shared with him all the fear and agony that she had lived through over the past fortnight or so, while she waited anxiously for her period to start. Although she was too shy and inhibited to tell him about the episodes of intense horniness that she had lived through, her body unmistakably conveyed that message as she continued to hug him and subtly ground her hips against him...

Kapil raised her face, wiped off her tears and kissed her lips lightly. She responded by landing a series of progressively deeper kisses on his mouth until they were smooching open mouthed, licking and sucking each other's lips and tongues, and he once in a while nipped at her jaw line and bit her dainty chin. Quickly, they both were breathless and fully aroused. Kapil knew that it was now time for action, not words...

Kapil stepped back and started stripping while his gaze locked on to her eyes. She stared at him as his slim, athletic body slowly revealed itself for her eyes to feast on, until he was down to his shorts, his fully erect cock straining against his underwear.

"Ab isko tum utaro!"

"Take this off now!" He whispered a command. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and peeled them down, watching in fascination as his hard cock sprang free. His reddish pink crown was wet with secretions as it peeped out of the protective cover of his foreskin. He stopped her as she moved to touch his cock.

"First, I want to see you strip!" He whispered hoarsely.

Never in her life had Shehla stripped for a man, not even for her husband! But now, she couldn't refuse her lover's command. Feeling very shy, she averted her eyes and slowly and hesitantly started taking off her footwear and clothes one by one. Occasionally she glanced at Kapil to gauge his reaction. She was simultaneously thrilled and embarrassed by his slack jawed appreciation. Soon, she was down to her bra and panties. Her hair remained tied into a chignon high on her head.

Although her strip-tease was amateurish, for Kapil it was far more provocative than a professional strip-tease could ever be, knowing that it was being performed at his behest by an otherwise chaste and demure young woman who was another man's wife. His cock grew ever harder and his heart hammered against his ribs. She then waited shyly for his next move...

Kapil stepped forward, untied her hair and arranged it to flow over her shoulders, covering her bra clad breasts. His drooling cock brushed against her belly as he loosened her hair. She then followed his command and took off her bra. He stared hungrily as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra strap, thrusting her breasts out. Her nipples played hide and seek behind her long, thick hair flowing down her shoulders as she bent to take off her panties. She straightened up and covered her bald pussy with her hands, eyes averted. He could gauge her high arousal by the lubricious secretions trickling down her inner thighs...

"Lo, pehnao!"

"Here, put it on!" Kapil pulled a condom out of his wallet and held it out to her.

"Aaj iski koi zaroorat nahi!"

"It is not necessary today!" She whispered, breathlessly waiting for another bareback fuck-fest. After all, if her Jiju had already knocked her up, she couldn't become pregnant twice over. On the other hand, if she wasn't yet pregnant, she could hardly become pregnant now, when her period was almost upon her...

"Achha!"

"OK!" Kapil could hardly believe his ears. His arousal cranked up another couple of notches at the prospect of a bareback fuck. He advanced towards her; his hands outstretched...

She evaded his hands and knelt before him. She was fascinated by his uncircumcised cock and wanted to take a closer look. She held his cock, lightly running her fingers over his shaft, gauging its length and thickness, marvelling at its rubbery hardness and the heat emanating from it. She looked at the foreskin partly sheathing his crown and slowly pulled it back to fully uncover his pink, wet crown. She wanted to burn the image of her first uncircumcised cock in her memory...

She leaned forward and planted a little kiss on his crown and then proceeded to lick it with dainty little jabs of her tongue, savouring the salty flavour, sticky texture and manly scent of his cock. Kapil was over the moon as his naked saali (sister-in-law) knelt before him and made love to his cock. He had half a mind to grab her by her hair and thrust his cock down her throat, but restrained himself. Her willingness to get fucked bareback was a massive turn-on for him and he wanted to get on with it quickly, before she perhaps had second thoughts...

He quickly made her lie on her back on the bed and arranged a pillow under her ass to raise her hips. Her outer lips opened as he parted her thighs and knelt between them. Her inflamed inner lips were revealed for his eyes to feast on, wet and dribbling with her lubricious secretions. As soon as his crown touched her pussy, her fingers guided it to her opening and she raised her hips to welcome him into her most private passage.

"Hmmmph..." Kapil grunted as he thrust his hard cock into her body. Although she was fully lubricated and ready to receive the intruder, it nevertheless took a fair amount of pressure to force his cock in.

"Sssssss...!" Shehla hissed as his cock forced her pussy walls apart and made its way in, causing her to experience a momentary sharp pain followed by waves of ecstasy as it rubbed against her sensitive and delicate pussy walls. A couple of in and out movements later, his cock was fully embedded in her cunt, his pelvic bone resting against her awakened clitoris. The lovers took a short break, enjoying the pleasure of sensations emanating from their joined genitals as Shehla tightened her pussy around his thick shaft.

Kapil supported his upper body on his elbows and Shehla tightened her thighs around his hips, making tiny movements of her hips to feel his crown nudge her cervix, assuring herself that his cock was indeed buried to the hilt, deep inside her cunt. Kapil took the opportunity to squeeze and fondle her tits and roll and pinch her nipples, while licking and sucking her lips, his tongue duelling with hers...

"Mein ab tumko kas kar chodnewala hun!"

"I'm going to fuck you hard now!" He growled, using crude Hindi to describe his intentions. Shehla was so far gone in her arousal that even the thought of objecting to his vulgar language didn't cross her mind.

"Hnnhh..." She moaned, thrusting her hips up, urging him on.

Kapil started with slow, well-paced thrusts, pulling back till only the tip of his cock remained in and then thrusting in deep, burying himself up to the hilt, feeling his crown nudge her cervix. Shehla was in utter bliss, experiencing a series of little climaxes as the friction between their genitals radiated waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy and spreading all over her body. Her toes curled and nipples hardened to painful little points. She moaned throatily and urged him on with little thrusts of her pelvis against his hard hips. Her hands were wrapped around his torso, and her left hand once in a while slapped his back jerkily, in a reflexive movement that she did unconsciously in the throes of sexual frenzy...

As the pace of his thrusts built up, they were bathed in sweat and their skins became slippery. He had to push his hands under her and grab hold of her shoulders to keep her in place, lest her writhing body slip out from under him. In a few minutes, he felt his control slip and his thrusts inexorably became harder and more frenzied, egged on by the scent of her hot, fragrant breath on his face and her moans and grunts as she absorbed his forceful assault on her defenceless pussy.

As he energetically reamed her pussy, she felt the series of little climaxes merge into a continuous wave of utter bliss, rising higher and higher until suddenly, her breath caught, her cunt spasmed hard around his shaft and she thrust her hips up, trying to take him ever deeper inside her. She saw stars behind her closed eyelids as her climax peaked. Her spasming cunt triggered his climax too, and he forced her hips down, lunged deep inside her and ejaculated rope after rope of thick, creamy semen right at the opening of her womb...

Panting and completely out of breath, Kapil collapsed on top of her, their chests glued together. They felt each other's frantically beating hearts gradually slow down and their breathing return to normal. Shehla's hold around Kapil slowly loosened and they both felt a tickling sensation as his deflating cock slipped out of her pussy. Shehla giggled as she felt Kapil's copious discharge dribble out and ooze down her ass crack. It created quite a big wet splotch on the pillow under her ass.

Kapil rolled off her and lay on his back by her side, eyes closed, His hand rested lightly on her belly. Feeling utterly happy and relaxed and pleasantly tired after their vigorous sexual romp, he slipped into a light slumber, although it was only late morning. Shehla smiled as she heard him snore lightly. She turned on her side and supported her head on her hand, looking adoringly at his sleeping form. She stopped herself from leaning over and kissing him, not wanting to disturb his sleep. After all, he has earned it, she thought and giggled again. She thanked her lucky stars for finding her a good man to take care of her needs. She didn't forget to thank her friend Kalpana for everything she had done for her. Lastly, she prayed for Kapil's good health and for more strength to his loins. She prayed that he would continue to take care of her needs and be a good husband to Kalpana Didi as well.

Shehla cleaned up her soiled and sticky crotch in the bathroom and gave her body a wipe-down with a wet towel. She studied herself closely in the mirror and noted a couple of bruises on her breasts, evidence of the vigour of their love-making. They were rather biggish and were slowly turning purple. She knew they would last for at least a week or ten days. She felt proud to carry them but was also thankful that there were no marks on the visible areas of her body, once she was properly clothed. There was no way she could've explained them away to her Ammi and daughter! She slipped on her panties, wrapped a chunni around her shoulders and returned to the bedroom. She knew by prior experience that any additional clothes would have to come off soon, anyway!

Shehla lay down in bed by Kapil's side and held his hand in hers, lightly stroking it and then lifted it to her mouth. He had just awakened from his nap and smiled contentedly as he felt her lips and tongue make love to his fingers and her teeth nip them lightly. Shehla then placed his hand on her soft breast, palm down. Her stiffening nipple tickled his palm and he caught it between his fingers. He was soon rolling her nipple and then suddenly he pinched it hard.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

"Uimaaa..." Shehla screamed as she experienced intense pain followed by waves of pleasure emanate from her bruised nipple and course down to her pussy, making it hot and wet...

"Mat kijiye na aisa, Jiju! Bahut dard hota hai!"

"Don't do that, Jiju! It hurts!" She protested sultrily. But her voice was thick and her eyes red with passion.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Kapil then leaned over Shehla and kissed and suckled her nipple, to soothe it.

"Aur kahan dard ho raha hai meri pyari saali ko?"

"Where else is it hurting my darling saali?"

He then licked and kissed the bruises on her breasts as she pointed them out to him. His fingers continued to caress and stroke her body, slowly travelling south. The carelessly wrapped chunni partly covering her body offered no hindrance. Soon, his fingers had wormed their way into her panties and he started running them up and down her slit, feeling its heat and wetness.

She thrashed her hips wildly as he started finger-fucking her, first using one and then two fingers. He had to throw a leg over her thighs and clamp them down to control the thrashing. She closed her eyes and thrashed her head from side to side, uttering guttural moans while he clamped his mouth on a nipple and kept suckling and finger fucking her until she reached another shattering climax.

Tears flowed from her eyes and into the dishevelled hair spread around her face as she slowly recovered from the heights of her climax and opened her eyes. She looked tired, happy and utterly satiated. Kapil felt a surge of pride as he looked at her, knowing that he had the power to make this attractive young woman experience peaks of heavenly pleasure that she had so long been deprived of. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and held them before her. They were coated with a fine white foam: Her secretions had been whipped up like egg whites as he had finger fucked her. He proceeded to lick the foam off his fingers, savouring its taste and scent. He then offered his fingers to her, and after a bit of hesitation, Shehla too licked them, putting them in her mouth and sucking them thoroughly dry...

***

Kapil returned from the bathroom after cleaning himself up, wearing his shorts. Shehla giggled as he explained that he had done so to protect his modesty from the lecherous eyes of his horny saali. He quickly threw on a bathrobe and opened the door when the room service guy delivered coffee that he had ordered, while Shehla made herself scarce in the bathroom. Kapil then lounged in bed while Shehla sat on the dressing stool as they sipped coffee.

"Shehla, aao na. Yahan baitho."

"Shehla, come. Sit here." He invited, patting the bed.

"Ji mein yahin theek hun. Mai aap ke paas baithi toh kya hum baat cheet kar sakenge?"

"Thanks, but I am OK here. Do you think we could have a conversation if I sat close to you?" She arched a saucy brow.

"Han, yeh bhi theek hai. Agar merey paas baithogi toh zaroor kuchh na kuchh shaitani karogi!"

"Yeah, that's true. You'll be up to no good if you sit close to me!" He chuckled, and she stuck her tongue out to him. They then settled down to some serious conversation.

Shehla once again shared with him her fears that she might already be pregnant. She reckoned that her period was overdue by a day or two. She explained that she'd not yet done a pregnancy test, since it was still too early for it to give a reliable result.

"Shehla, mujhe nahi lagta ke tum pet se ho. Lekin aisa hua toh bhi usme fikr karne ki koi baat nahi hai. Yeh mat bhoolo ke mein hamesha tumhare saath hun. Tum akeli nahi ho!"

"Shehla, I don't think you are pregnant. But even if you are, it is nothing to worry about. Remember, I am with you always. You are not alone!"

"Aapko kaise pata?"

"How do you know?"

"Mujhe pata hai. Bharosa karo!"

"I know. Trust me!" Kapil was emphatic. An enigmatic smile played on his lips. Kapil's emphatic assertion went a long way to soothe her jangled nerves and she hoped and prayed that he was right.

Shehla's phone started ringing and she rushed to open her handbag to get it. In her hurry, the open handbag slipped and fell, scattering its contents on the floor. Among the contents was a pack of sanitary pads. She blushed scarlet as she saw Kapil eyeing the scattered contents and rushed to stuff them back in the handbag, hoping that he hadn't seen it. By the time she gathered all the stuff, her phone had stopped ringing. Fortunately, it wasn't from anyone in her contact list and she could safely ignore the call.

"Shehla, tumhe jaldi hi unki zaroorat padegi."

"Shehla, you're going to need them soon." Kapil told her in a matter-of-fact tone. They both knew exactly what he was referring to. Even in her flustered, embarrassed state of mind, she hoped that he was right...

"Shehla, mujhe lagta hai ke ab hamein nikalna chahiye. Nahi toh Kalpana fikr karne lagegi. Maine usse kuchh bataya nahi hai hamari mulaqat ke barey mein."

"Shehla, I think we should be leaving now. Else, Kalpana will start worrying. I haven't told her about our meeting." It was just past 12 noon.

"Jiju aur thodi der ruk jaiye na. Mujhe apni bahon mein lijiye!"

"Jiju, please wait a while. Take me in your arms!" Shehla whispered, wanting to prolong their tryst. She was in no rush, since she'd told her mother that she had to complete some urgent work in the office and wasn't sure when she would return.

She then lay down beside him, resting her head on his chest. Her fingers played with his chest hair and caressed his body, slowly moving down. His cock lurched awake in response to her caresses and tented his shorts.

"Aahh..." He whispered as Shehla's hand slipped under the waist band of his shorts and fondled his cock. She then pushed his shorts down to his knees and freed his cock, and it sprang up, fully hard.

"Shehla ruk jao na please!"

"Shehla, please stop!" Kapil groaned.

"Kyon? Yeh aapko achha nahi lagta?"

"Why? Don't you like it?" She queried, looking into his eyes and running her fingers over his cock.

"Nahi Shehla, tum jaanti ho ke yeh baat nahi hai!"

"No Shehla, you know that's not true!"

She giggled as she felt his cock getting harder and precum wetted her hand.

"Toh fir?"

"Then what's it?"

"Sachmuch mujhe jaana hi hoga. Mujhe der ho rahi hai."

"I really have to go. I am getting late." Kapil gripped her hand, holding it tight it around his cock. He then pulled her hand off his cock and got up as she pouted sexily.

"Theek hai! Bus sirf ek minute!"

"OK! Just one minute!" She leaned forward and landed a soft, wet kiss on his cock head.

"Agli baar mein tumhe achhi tarah choosne doonga."

"Next time I'm going to let you suck it properly." Kapil promised in a hoarse voice. It was really hard for Kapil to separate a sexy, wantonly aroused Shehla from his cock.

"Phir kab milenge?"

"When will we meet again?"

"Bahut jaldi. Bas, tumhara period shuru hone do."

"Very soon. Just let your period start." He promised, a smile playing on his lips...

End of Ch. 02 .....

[Blue Bull]

You know....

Shehla is a married young woman (around 30) with a small daughter. She is professionally qualified and works as junior executive with Trident Corp., a large MNC. She is tall, slim, reasonably well endowed, fresh faced and pleasantly attractive. She generally dresses in salwar suits and her clothes are smart but conservatively cut.

Shehla and her hubby suffer a forced separation when he gets transferred to the Gulf, and becomes extremely busy with his job. Prolonged separation from her hubby adversely affects Shehla's mental health and emotional wellbeing. She needs a man desperately, to fulfil her physical and emotional needs. Her hubby is trapped in the Gulf and agrees to let her find someone for a short-term relationship. But she doesn't quite know how to find one.

Quite fortuitously she meets Kapil, husband of her colleague and good friend Kalpana. They find that there is real chemistry between them. Unbeknownst to Shehla, Kalpana has given a hall pass to hubby Kapil, as a recompense for her own ongoing affair with her boss Shyam. Shehla's unfulfilled sexual hunger drives her to come on to Kapil and they do it one evening at the first opportunity. They do it again the next day. Throwing caution to the winds, they do it bareback both times, although Shehla is in her fertile period...

Shehla visits a gynaecologist for a morning after pill and also to treat a vaginal infection she caught during their romps. She is plunged into anxiety when she is told that at that point in her menstrual cycle, a morning after pill might not work. The next couple of weeks are hell for Shehla as she tensely waits for her period to start. Desperate to unburden herself, she calls Kapil and they meet again. He succeeds in assuaging her anxiety, but they give in to temptation and do it bareback once again!

***

Shehla and Kapil celebrate the start of her period.....

It was about four days after their last tryst. Kapil was busy in a meeting with a client when his phone buzzed. He glanced at it furtively and saw with a twinge of anxiety that it was Shehla calling. He'd been expecting her call for the last couple of days, but since she'd not yet called, he had assumed that all was well. Although he knew it was an important call, he couldn't answer it; his client was waiting for him to turn his attention back to the meeting.

"Busy. Call you later." He reluctantly cut the call and messaged her. He then continued with the meeting. It was almost a couple of hours later that he was finally able to call her back.

"Hi Shehla! What's the matter? Is everything OK?" He asked apprehensively, his heart beating fast.

"Jiju! Jiju!! Jiju!!! Wonderful news! It finally started today morning!" She whispered, barely suppressing her excitement. She was of course referring to her much awaited period. She was in her office and couldn't speak aloud. She covered her mouth with her hand and glanced furtively around, making sure nobody was paying attention.

"Ohhh, thank God! I am so relieved. I was really worried!" Kapil exhaled.

"Why? Why were you worried? You were so sure it was going to happen!" Shehla giggled under her breath.

"Yes, I was sure. But I was also a bit worried too! After all, I know how virile I am. Both times when we decided to have a baby, I made my wife pregnant in the first shot!" Kapil couldn't resist boasting.

"H'm!" Shehla agreed, blushing. She by now had lots of first-hand experience of her Jiju's virility.

"But still, how could you be so sure?" Shehla's curiosity was piqued.

"I'll tell you when we meet." Kapil said mysteriously.

"When?"

"Well, this calls for a celebration as soon as possible, don't you think?"

"Yes, I agree. But..." Shehla was a bit hesitant.

"How about today evening?"

"No. Today is not possible. I am expecting guests."

"No problem. How about tomorrow afternoon? Can you leave early from office?" Kapil pressed on, not taking notice of her hesitation.

"Jiju... Umm... Couldn't we meet next week? Isn't tomorrow a bit too early?" Shehla whispered, a bit apprehensively.

"Why? Have you grown tired of my company?"

"No, no! Of course not! But Jiju, you know my condition... I thought it would be better if we met after my, umm... thing is over and done with." She couldn't bring herself to explicitly talk about her period.

"Relax! You'll enjoy our time together. And we'll not do anything you don't like." He assured her. Shehla knew he wasn't going take no for an answer and she didn't have the heart to turn him down flat.

"Oh, all right! If you insist." Shehla acquiesced, a bit reluctantly.

"Very good! And don't worry, we'll meet again after your "thing" is over, too!" Kapil called off, chuckling.

Shehla hummed under her breath as she busied herself with work. Although she had cramps in her belly and her breasts were tender and heavy, that didn't cloud her happy mood.

"We'll not do anything you don't like." She kept repeating Jiju's words in her mind, wondering what exactly he meant. Her heart missed a beat, a faint blush arose on her cheeks and she felt a thrill of arousal course through her as she imagined various ways of pleasing her Jiju, without of course messing with her bleeding pussy. She was surprised at herself. Never in the past had she felt sexual arousal during "those" days.

"Oh God! I am such a slut!" She shivered and her nipples stiffened...

An hour later, she got a message from Jiju, naming an upscale restaurant in mid-town Mumbai as their rendezvous. It was not very far from her office. She should have been relieved that they would be meeting in a public place where there would be no hanky-panky. But she was surprised how let down and disappointed she felt that they wouldn't be meeting somewhere in private...

***

It was around half past three in the afternoon when she was shown to her table in the restaurant. Kapil had already arrived and he rose to greet her. They were seated on adjacent seats at a square table for four. The table was situated in a cosy little corner off to one side, and they had their backs to the wall. The table cloth hung a couple of feet down the table top and covered their laps. A small overhead lamp illuminated the table top and their faces were lighted up by the reflected light. They were close enough to touch and didn't have to crane their necks to look at each other. They had a complete view of the restaurant from their vantage point. At that hour, the lunch time crowd had mostly dispersed and they could see just a small scattering of lingering patrons across the restaurant.

The waiter arrived to take their order. Shehla was too keyed up to know whether she was hungry or not and just nodded at Kapil's suggestions on what to order. The waiter was soon on his way to get their order and they finally looked at each other properly.

"You're looking good today, Shehla! But a bit tired too. How are you doing?"

"Oh Jiju, I am sooo happy! You can't imagine how tense and worried I was this last fortnight. And at last, it started today, thank god!" She sighed.

"Good, good! Now, how about a smile?"

Her face lit up and twin rows of her perfect white teeth shone as she broke into a happy smile. They made polite conversation while waiting for their order, which was soon delivered.

"Jiju, you have been so good to me. I don't know how I could've survived these last couple of weeks without your support. Thank you, thank you!" Shehla barely could find words to express her deep emotions.

Kapil comforted her, patting her hand resting on the table. She pressed his hand and held it tight for a while. Realizing suddenly that they were holding hands out in the open for anyone to see, she quickly disengaged and moved her hands to her lap. Kapil chuckled and once again held her hand resting in her lap, caressing it gently with his fingers.

"Uhh..." She sighed, responding to his caresses. She made no objection when he moved her hand on to his thigh. Soon, she was gently stroking his thigh, eyes downcast. Once in a while she picked at the food on her plate while her whole attention was concentrated on her Jiju sitting next to her. She was intensely aware of the heat emanating from his body, his natural masculine smell with undertones of the scent of his aftershave, his intent gaze, his muscular thigh separated from her soft hand just by the thin fabric of his trousers. She slowly relaxed and went into a dreamlike state, just barely aware of her surroundings. She hardly registered the featherlight touch of Jiju's palm on her belly as he caressed her in lazy circular movements...

She felt her cramping belly ease up a bit and a shiver of excitement ran up her spine. She felt a sweet ache in her engorged nipples as they stiffened even more. They ached for her Jiju's touch, waiting to be pinched haard, to relieve the ache. But she knew that that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. She couldn't believe how much her Jiju had turned her on, just with a few caresses, and that too when she was bleeding like a pig...

The food was barely touched when Kapil called the waiter to clear away their plates and get steaming hot coffee. He asked for a plate and some cutlery and then opened a carton of pastries he had bought from a well-known patisserie. Shehla's eyes lit up when she saw chocolate pastries covered with a thick layer of dark chocolate frosting. There were also pastries with a generous layer of cherry compote on top of vanilla frosting. Her mouth watered and she suddenly realized that she was rather hungry...

"Here's your treat. I hope you like it!" Kapil grinned.

"Oh Jiju, how did you know I just love chocolate cakes?"

He broke off a piece of chocolate pastry with a fork and fed it to her.

"Mmmm! Yummy!" She whispered. She daintily licked up chocolate frosting sticking to her lips. He wished it was his tongue licking the frosting off her lips. His cock twitched at the thought. He continued to feed her chocolate pastry, himself once in a while taking a bite of the vanilla cherry pastry.

"Oops! Sorry!" Shehla giggled when she suddenly moved her head just as Kapil was about to feed her another morsel. A biggish dollop of gooey chocolate frosting was smeared on her cheek.

"Not to worry!" Kapil deftly wiped the frosting off her cheek with his finger and held it before her. Shehla glanced around the mostly deserted restaurant to make sure nobody was looking at them.

"Mmmm..." She purred as she leaned forward and licked the frosting off his finger, holding his hand in place. She was breathing a little hard and there was a sexy gleam in her eyes. Dispensing with the fork, Kapil fed her more dark chocolate frosting with his finger. Shehla licked it off his finger, after looking around furtively to make sure they were not being observed. This time she took his finger deep in her mouth and wiggled her tongue around it. She wrapped her lips tightly around his finger and slowly withdrew it, all the while looking into Kapil's eyes. Blood rushed into Kapil's cock and his heart somersaulted.

"Aa!" Shehla opened her mouth for another morsel.

"Just you wait!" He growled under his breath. He quickly settled the bill and then rose, grabbing Shehla by her wrist.

"Where are we going?" Shehla asked as she tagged along, gently freeing her wrist from his grasp. She was well aware that they might attract strange looks...

"To my office."

Shehla's heart somersaulted, leaving her breathless in anticipation of what lay ahead...

A few months ago, Kapil had started his own business. He had rented a small office in a high-rise commercial complex in central Mumbai. He had tied up with a few of his friends and ex-colleagues to work for him on a free-lance basis. He had only one full time employee, a smart young Tamilian boy who worked as his office assistant and general factotum. On that day, Kapil had told him to lock up and go home early, since there wasn't much work pending and Kapil himself was off to meet Shehla.

Kapil called his office landline as their taxi sped towards their destination, just to make sure that there was nobody in there. He then called his assistant.

"Seshan, Kapil here."

"Yes boss?"

"When did you leave the office?"

"Around four o'clock, Sir. You had told me that I could leave early..."

"Yes, yes. I know. Was there a call from Crescent Trading?"

"No, no Sir. Nobody called."

"OK, fine. See you tomorrow. Good night."

Kapil tried to hold her hand in the taxi, but she twisted it out of his grasp, keenly aware that they might attract the taxi driver's attention. Soon, they were in the lobby of Kapil's high-rise office building, waiting for the elevator. The elevator arrived and disgorged a big crowd of office workers hurrying back home after a long day. Nobody paid any attention to Kapil and Shehla. They were the only passengers on the way up. Shehla looked meaningfully at the CCTV camera in the elevator, to discourage Kapil from starting any hanky-panky.

"Just you wait!" He nodded and mouthed silently. She gave him a naughty smile.

Kapil's office was quite stuffy and hot as he ushered her in and locked the door behind them. He switched on the lights and air-conditioning, then swept his hand around, showing off his office.

"Welcome, ma'am!" He bowed to her.

It was a really small and cramped affair. The office was sparsely furnished. His little cabin had just enough room for a small desk, executive chair and a couple of armless visitors' chairs.

"I've just started my own business a few months ago. I'm hoping to move to a bigger office soon, when the business starts rolling." Kapil explained.

"Oh Jiju, I'm sure you will do very well. My best wishes!"

They hugged each other tight and Shehla hid her face against his chest, breathing in his masculine scent. They could hear each other's heartbeats and she felt his hardening cock against her belly. He raised her face and bent to kiss her, but she turned away.

"Jiju, don't kiss me today, please. My breath must be stinking." She murmured.

She flattened her breasts against his chest and made little rubbing movements, trying to ease the ache in her nipples, without success. Finally, she separated a bit and pressed his hand against her bosom, wordlessly imploring him to touch her.

"Oh yes!" He whispered. He unwound the dupatta around her shoulders, lowered the zipper at the back of her kameez and eased it off her shoulders. Her slim, pale milky white torso came into view. Her high, modestly sized breasts were hidden beneath a snug fitting knit cotton sports bra. Since Kapil had told her that they would be meeting in a restaurant, she had chosen to wear a sports bra for the comfort it provided to her engorged breasts during her period. Now in the privacy of Jiju's office, she cursed herself under her breath as he stripped her, for not wearing a sexy lace bra for her Jiju. But Kapil's attention was riveted on her stiff nipples tenting the bra, hardly noticing the type of bra she was wearing.

"Unhhh..." She moaned as he ran his palms over her breasts, lightly caressing her nipples. Kapil sat down on an armless chair and seated Shehla sideways on his lap. Her bosom was just at the right height for him to lick and suckle. He pushed her sports bra up and her gorgeous, stiff, beautifully shaped breasts were freed from their confines. They were just the right size; not too big, but big enough to make nice little handfuls. Her crinkled areolae and erect nipples were deep pink in colour, complementing the milky white complexion of her bosom.

"What a beautiful pair of tits you've got!" He whispered, caressing them gently, then planted a little kiss on her nipple, breathing in the sweaty aroma of her skin.

"Nnnhhh..." Shehla moaned and shivered, responding to his touch and feeling his warm breath on the bare skin of her bosom. She squirmed and thrust her breasts out, imploring him wordlessly to fondle them.

"Just a second!" Kapil whispered. As Shehla looked on in puzzlement, he opened the carton of pastries, and scooped up a spoonful of cherry compote and frosting. Shehla opened her mouth to receive the spoonful.

"This not for you. It's for me!" Kapil teased her, waving the spoon around. Finally, he smeared the gooey mixture on her breast, covering her areola and nipple. The red compote nicely enhanced the colour of her nipples. Soon, her other breast was smeared too.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

"Mmmm..." Kapil lost himself in the pleasure of licking the cherry compote off the delicate skin of her tits. Shehla held his head against her and thrust her bosom forward, squirming and shivering and guiding his mouth all over her tits, making sure he licked off all of the gooey mixture. Finally, they were both left breathless and super aroused, staring into each other's eyes.

"Unnhh... unnhhh..." Shehla uttered throaty moans as Kapil seized her tits and rhythmically squeezed and fondled them. Her arousal rose inexorably and she felt an electric current run from her nipples to her pussy as he rolled and pinched them. Kapil was lost in a fog of bliss as he took the pleasure of her soft bosom, uncaring for Shehla's needs. As he suckled on a nipple while rolling the other, he suddenly bit down on one and pinched the other one hard.

"Aieeee..." Shehla screamed as a sharp needle of pain shot through her nipples, followed by an intense bolt of pleasure, triggering her climax. She stopped breathing and went stiff, her eyes closed, mouth half open and face frozen in a rictus of utter lust...

"Uhhhh..." She exhaled at last and then hugged Kapil tight. Her tears left patches of moisture on Kapil's shirt. She felt wonderfully happy and light headed. She had never before climaxed just by nipple play. She relaxed in the comforting cocoon of Kapil's arms, her breathing and heartbeat returning slowly to normal.

As she stirred in his lap, she felt the hard lump of his cock against her thigh. She was pleased with her Jiju's readiness and knew she had to do something about it. She got up from his lap and started kissing him, starting at his chest and then slowly making her way down. She finally knelt on the floor and buried her face in his crotch, inhaling his manly scent and kissing his cock lying under a couple layers of clothes. She then loosened his trousers and unzipped his fly.

"Wait a sec!" Kapil whispered. He got up from the chair and sat on his desk, after shedding his trousers. He made Shehla raise her hands and pulled off her kameez as well as her sports bra, making her naked above her waist. He then seated Shehla on a chair, facing him. He didn't want her to kneel on the hard linoleum floor.

"Utaro isko!"

"Take it off!" He indicated his shorts. He raised his ass up from the desk, to help her slide his shorts down his legs. At last, Shehla was face to face with his hard cock, its head smeared with precum. Almost hypnotized by its throbbing, dark presence, Shehla slowly ran a finger along the length of his cock, leaned forward and lightly licked the precum smeared head.

"Ahhhh..." Kapil sighed and his hips jerked involuntarily as Shehla pulled back his foreskin and slowly ran her tongue on his shiny red crown and the ridge behind it. She played with his foreskin, moving it back and forth, satisfying her curiosity about her first uncut cock. He held his cock and rubbed the drooling cockhead all over her face, leaving a sticky snail-like trail on her cheeks, chin, nose, forehead and closed eyelids. He painted her lips with his precum...

"Wait a sec!" He whispered as Shehla opened her mouth to take in his cock. He then smeared dark chocolate frosting all over his red cockhead. His cockhead was now a couple of shades darker than the shaft. Shehla lovingly licked off the frosting, once again revealing his cockhead. If anything, it was even redder than before. He smeared more chocolate frosting on his cock and she lost no time in licking it up, occasionally making sucking noises, thoroughly enjoying the taste and scent of the chocolate mixed with his manly precum. Her cheeks, lips, oral cavity and throat were coated with a thin, creamy, lubricious layer of chocolate frosting and she now looked the epitome of a wanton slut in the throes of sexual passion.

"Ab chooso mujhe!"

"Suck me now!" Kapil whispered, finally letting her take his cock deep in her mouth. Shehla wrapped her pink lips tightly around his shaft and started fucking her mouth with it, holding it at the base with a couple of fingers. She stopped once in a while to regain her breath, licked all over his shaft and again plunged his cock back into her oral cavity.

"Unkk..." She vocalized when his cock hit the entrance to her throat, then pulled back. She tried again a couple of times, but hesitated to take it further in. Kapil was in seventh heaven with the entire experience of being willingly fellated by his wantonly aroused but inexperienced Saali. He desperately wanted to fuck her throat but didn't want to scare her off by forcing her.

"Dheere dheere lo. Andar letey waqt nigalne ki koshish karo."

"Do it slowly. Make swallowing motions as you take it in." He encouraged her.

"H'm!" She nodded. She was willing to do anything to make her Jiju happy.

He lightly held the back of her head and gave a little push with his hips as she tried again. Shehla felt his cockhead go past her gullet and made swallowing motions to suppress her gag reflex. Lo and behold! Couple of inches of his cock was down in her throat and she wasn't gagging on it! She pulled it out of her mouth, gave his shaft a thorough licking and then plunged it in again, with greater confidence. Her wanton arousal, helped by the lubrication provided by the chocolate frosting let her take it in even deeper. In another couple of attempts, she was able to swallow his whole cock, her nose touching his bald pubis...

Kapil's hips jerked upwards in an involuntary response every time Shehla swallowed his cock down her throat, then relaxed as she pulled it out and sucked the cockhead and greedily ran her tongue around his crown, licking up the precum dribbling out of his pee slit. Gradually the tempo speeded up and Kapil soon took control. He started fucking her throat, holding her head in place with his hands. He barely retained the sense to allow her time to take a breath on the outstroke, before plunging in again. Shehla's face turned red and a mixture of his precum and her saliva drooled out of her lips.

"Aaaahhhh..." The rising tide of his passion crested and he spurted a thick rope of cum deep down her throat. He pulled back and continued to spurt more cum in her mouth, hips jerking spasmodically. Shehla tasted his salty bitter cum and its funky hormone laden scent rose into her nasal cavity. Quite unlike on earlier occasions in her life, she didn't at all feel repelled or nauseated. She swallowed it all, wiped up a little cum drooling out from the corner of her lips and licked it off her finger.

She pulled back and looked up at her Jiju to gauge his reaction. The expression of utter satiation on his face said it all. She blushed at the sheer brazenness with which she had fellated him in the throes of passion, yet felt proud to have given him an experience he would not soon forget. She giggled as his cock lost its erection and started shrivelling before her eyes. She gave it a quick parting kiss and then rose, wanting to get dressed.

Kapil pulled her back into his lap. He caressed the fair, glowing, sweaty, silken smooth skin of her shoulders and back as she clung to him. The air-conditioner had been working hard and it had become quite cool. She shivered and goose bumps rose on her delicate skin as a blast of cold air hit her naked upper body.

"Jeeju, kafi der ho gayi hai. Hamey ab nikalna chahiye."

"It's getting late, Jeeju. We should be leaving."

The small toilet in Kapil's office was clean, but had just basic amenities. She cleaned up as best as she could but the toilet was too cramped to allow her to dress. She came out with her dupatta wrapped around her shoulders. Her passions had ebbed by now, and she suddenly felt shy, feeling Kapil's roving eyes on her body.

"Jeeju, idhar mat dekhiye please. Mujhe kapde pehnne dijiye."

"Jeeju, please don't look while I dress." She blushed.

"Theek hai!"

"OK!" Kapil chuckled at the sudden onset of modesty, but nevertheless complied, ostentatiously turning his back to her.....

End of Ch. 03...

[Blue Bull]

You know....

Shehla is a married young woman (around 30) with a small daughter. She is professionally qualified and works as junior executive with Trident Corp., a large MNC. She is tall, slim, reasonably well endowed, fresh faced and pleasantly attractive. She generally dresses in salwar suits and her clothes are smart but conservatively cut.

Shehla and her hubby suffer a forced separation when he gets transferred to the Gulf. Due to as yet unrevealed reasons, he gets trapped in the Gulf and is unable to return. Prolonged separation from her hubby causes serious problems for Shehla. She misses her hubby and, in his absence, desperately longs for male companionship to meet her emotional and sexual needs.

Quite fortuitously she meets Kapil, husband of her colleague and good friend Kalpana. They get on like a house on fire and do it at the first opportunity and then repeat it a few more times. Their powerful, irresistible mutual attraction drives them to do it bareback, throwing caution to the winds.

Shehla spends almost a fortnight anxiously waiting for her period to start, dreading the prospect of possibly having become pregnant. She also suffers frequent bouts of horniness during this time. She only has Kapil to confide in and he stands by her like a rock. He meets her again to assuage her anxiety. When they meet, they cannot resist the temptation to do it again (bareback, of course!).

Finally, her period starts, a few days overdue. An overjoyed Shehla and Kapil celebrate the occasion in style!

***

Shehla proves to be a lucky mascot for Kapil's business.......

Shehla:

Shehla was staring out of the window, lost in her thoughts, as the local train sped her towards the distant suburb on the Western Railway where she lived. The women's first-class compartment was full, but she had managed to find a forward-facing window seat. Her sports bra had picked up some vanilla cherry frosting (that Kapil had so generously smeared on her tits, before licking it off) and she shivered as the sticky, sugary, syrupy fabric rubbed against her sensitive, moist skin. It was very uncomfortable, but at the same time it refreshed the intensely pleasurable memories of her date with her Jiju.

She hugged herself and allowed herself a little smile every once in a while. She had climaxed just by nipple play, something that had never before happened. She remembered the expression of utter satiation on Kapil's face as she had fellated him to a climax. She was surprised how easily she had been able to take him in all the way, without pain, nausea or revulsion. Indeed, she had taken the little initial discomfort in her stride and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. In fact, she had experienced a little climax as he had spurted in her mouth. She'd loved the male scent of his crotch and the intimacy of his warm thighs surrounding her head and the smell, taste and texture of his semen as she'd swallowed it. The way Jiju had asserted his right over her by holding her head and thrusting his cock down her throat had aroused her even more. Never before had she done this willingly. But now, she knew she would happily do it again.

Her thoughts wandered to her husband Samir. She had not yet told him anything about Kapil. She had been holding on till she knew for sure about the possible pregnancy. Now that that was out of the way, she knew she had to talk to him. Although he had given her permission to find a man, she imagined it would be difficult for him to accept that she had actually gone and done it. She hoped that since he too was having sex there with his boss's wife (although that relationship had been foisted upon him), it would make it easier for him...

Shehla blushed as she recalled how in just about a month, she had progressed (regressed?) from not knowing Kapil from Adam to becoming his wanton slut, willing to do his bidding. She knew that it was she who had mainly been responsible for the repeated bareback intercourse they'd had. Now that she was sure she wasn't pregnant, she told herself that all the tensions and anxiety she'd experienced thereafter had been worthwhile, remembering the peaks of pleasure she'd experienced by spontaneously giving in to her wanton lust. Had she in fact been egged on by the thrill of courting the danger of unwanted pregnancy? She wondered.

But would she once again risk a possible pregnancy? No, never again! She told herself. She was clear that she would not want to live through the hell of anxiously waiting for her period to start, not ever. She knew that Jiju would be willing to wear a condom during their future trysts, but would it be right for her to depend on him? Besides, she craved the natural intimacy and spontaneity of bareback sex. All said and done, a condom provided only a second-best experience...

She knew she had to take the responsibility in her own hands. She toyed with the idea of going on birth control pills. She'd not responded well the last time she'd tried them, feeling nauseous and out of sorts the whole time, finally abandoning them. Perhaps she could try another type of pill... But on the other hand, what would happen if her mother chanced upon her pills? She cringed at the thought...

"Please doctor. I don't want any "thing" to be put in my body!" She remembered her own visceral reaction to the gynaecologist's suggestion for putting an intra uterine device in her womb, the last time she'd visited her. Perhaps, she needed to have a second look at the suggestion, she told herself. She blushed at the sudden thought that after all, she'd been quite willing to allow Jiju to repeatedly put his "thing" in her body...

***

Kapil:

After Shehla left, Kapil wrapped up a few things that needed to be done in his office. He hummed under his breath as he made his way home, reflecting on the events of the recent past. He had every reason to be pleased. Thank God Shehla is not pregnant, he thought. Although he was fully prepared to stand by her, he was immensely relieved at not having to face a potentially messy situation. Quite apart from that immediate relief, he could hardly believe his good fortune for the way things had turned out.

Just a few weeks back, he was a jealous and angry husband whose wife was having an affair with her boss. She'd told him recently that she had lost control over the affair to her boss and it was he who called the shots. Not only that, she appeared to be quite content to be the submissive partner, willingly obeying her boss's wishes. Knowing that he was himself responsible for initially instigating and encouraging her had in fact aggravated his jealousy and anger. He had realized what a disastrous blunder he had committed, all in the hopes of getting an opportunity to bed another woman. He was in danger of losing his balance and going off the deep end, when quite unexpectedly, fate had smiled and delivered Shehla unto him.

Shehla was everything he could have wished for, and more. She was young, smartly turned out, slim but reasonably well endowed. Although she was by nature and upbringing a chaste and faithful wife, circumstances had conspired to render her ripe for an extra-marital affair. Quite fortuitously, she had been introduced to Kapil by his wife Kalpana, who was Shehla's colleague and good friend. Almost immediately, sparks had ignited and they had discovered a powerful mutual attraction between them...

Kapil had been amazed at the way Shehla had come on to him, and her appetite for bareback sex, in reckless disregard of the risks. This was quite a contrast with her otherwise rather diffident nature. He understood that it was driven by her long unfulfilled hunger for sex. He however didn't fully appreciate how much of it was driven by the powerful sexual chemistry between them.

Be that as it may, it had provided a tremendous boost to his self-esteem, that had been severely dented by his wife's affair with her boss. His male ego had also been stroked by the fact that she belonged to another faith and was another man's wife. Men are biologically driven to scatter their seed as widely as they possibly can. This central fact explains infidelity, sexual assault on women, as well as the behaviour of conquering armies towards conquered women, despite being totally despicable, against the tenets of all religions, and violative of the laws and norms of civilized society...

He knew that although she had a strong sexual appetite, she was not very experienced in matters of sex. He looked forward to introduce her to some of the kinkier stuff he and Kalpana had enjoyed during their long married life, and even a few things he had hesitated to do with his wife. But Kapil recognized that Shehla was a precious gift to him. He knew he had to be patient and break her in gradually. He resolved not to betray her trust by forcing her into anything that she might find scary, painful, repulsive or distasteful...

He smiled at the realisation that he was getting aroused again just by his memories of his time with his Saali. Boy! Was wife Kalpana going to get a big surprise tonight or what! He mused...

***

Almost a week had passed since the last meeting between Kapil and Shehla.

"Hello Jiju."

"Han Shehla. Kaho."

"Yes Shehla. What is it?" Kapil picked up her call almost immediately, panting as he interrupted his morning jog.

"Aap kyon haanf rahe hain? Aap theek toh hain?"

"Why are you panting? Are you OK?" She was concerned.

"Mein bilkul theek hoon. Hamesha ki tarah subehre ki jogging kar raha tha. Kaho, kya baat hai?"

"I am fine. I was jogging in the morning, as usual. Tell me, what is it?"

"Jiju, can we meet around eleven o'clock tomorrow?"

"Umm... Sure! But what's the matter?" Kapil quickly juggled his next day's schedule in his mind.

"Jiju... Umm... I'll tell you when we meet." Shehla whispered.

"Oh God! Is there a problem?" Kapil's heart sank.

"No, no! There is no problem, but it is something important." Shehla said mysteriously.

"OK." He didn't press her further.

Shehla had picked a coffee shop in a western suburb for their rendezvous. It was not close to either of their residences. As they sipped coffee, Kapil sensed that Shehla was a bit tense. He waited for her to open up.

"Jiju, you know how tense and nervous I was last time, waiting for my... thing to start."

"Yes."

"God! I would have died if you were not around to support me." She was going a bit overboard. Kapil nodded in sympathy.

"I don't want to go through that again!" She shuddered. Kapil patted her hand.

"I have thought a lot about it... I... I... think the best way is to get an IUD fitted." She concluded, clutching his hand.

"Oh! Good! That's a good idea!" Kapil responded with a relieved smile. For a moment he'd wondered whether she wanted to terminate their little arrangement.

"But Jiju, I am scared! I want you to be with me when I see my gynaecologist. Will you please come with me to the clinic? And hold my hand?"

"Of course! Don't you worry!" Kapil responded gallantly.

Kapil had never accompanied even his wife to her gynaecologist. He in fact felt a bit queasy about those mysterious "womanly problems" and avoided facing them as far as possible. But he wasn't about to admit it to Shehla.

"Thanks, Jiju! I am so happy!" Shehla was relieved.

"Uh, when are you going to meet your doctor?"

"In about half an hour. Her clinic is just across the street." Shehla pointed at it through the window.

"Aah! OK!!" Kapil was trapped. He had no escape. He gritted his teeth and decided to take it on the chin.

***

"Oh, hello Shehla, good morning! Welcome back!" The gynaecologist greeted her.

"Thank you, doctor. Good morning!"

They talked briefly about her period, which had ended a few of days back. The doctor was pleased that it had gone normally, although it had started a few days late.

"I am happy that your husband is with you. It is always better for couples to decide these things together." The doctor smiled at Kapil.

"Yes!" Was the best he could do, fighting to hide his embarrassment with a weak smile. If the doctor sensed something was amiss, she did not show it.

"I think it was a good decision to opt for an IUD. I have so many patients who have opted for it, some as far back as six years. They are all very happy. I have not come across any problems or complications." The doctor said reassuringly.

Shehla nodded with a nervous smile. All this while, she had been clutching Kapil's hand. He squeezed her hand back reassuringly. The doctor then briefly explained the procedure.

"Will there be a lot of pain?" Shehla was worried.

"No, not at all. We'll be using a local anaesthetic. You will not feel any pain, don't you worry!"

"OK." Shehla responded in a small voice.

"Err... Doctor, can he be with me please... in the surgery?" Shehla asked, looking at Kapil. He prayed that the doctor would decline her request. It was however not his lucky day.

Kapil was relieved when the procedure was over in less than twenty minutes. He was spared the embarrassment of actually looking on at the procedure, since he sat holding Shehla's hand, seated by her side near her head, while the procedure was done under a large sheet covering her lower half. The doctor sent them on their way, after prescribing some pain killers, telling her not to take a bath for the next twenty-four hours.

"And yes, no naughty stuff for the next three days!" The doctor winked, talking in a stage whisper, well within Kapil's earshot. Shehla's ears turned red in embarrassment...

They were soon out on the pavement, giggling like college children. Shehla was feeling a bit woozy after the procedure. They took a taxi and soon, they were outside her building.

"Jiju, please upar ghar par aaiye na!"

"Jiju, please come home upstairs!"

"Nahi baba. Tumhari mummy aur beti ghar par hongi na?"

"No will do. Your Mom and daughter will be home, no?"

"Ji nahi, iss waqt dono nahi hain. Ammi college gayi hain aur beti day care mein hai. Lautne mein abhi do ya teen ghante hain."

"No. Mom is in college and my daughter is at the day care. They will not be back for another two or three hours."

"Oh! Toh phir mein bilkul hi nahi aaunga."

"Oh! In that case I will absolutely not come!" Kapil gave her a fleeting kiss on her cheek while the driver was not looking. After waiting till she entered the lobby of her building, Kapil asked the cab driver to take him to the nearest suburban train station.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Kapil was totally submerged in work for the next ten days. A lot of promising developments had happened and he was closely following two very attractive leads. With some luck, he should be able to land his first big order. It was around half past five o'clock in the evening when he returned after meeting the proprietor of a large trading company. The negotiations had been very tough but he had succeeded in driving a good bargain. He was a bit tired but in a relaxed mood. He decided to call Shehla.

Shehla had quickly recovered post insertion of the IUD. She had not felt any pain or discomfort even after the local anaesthetic had worn off. She now didn't even feel as if anything had been put in her body. As her affair with Kapil had blossomed, the deep aching void within her had disappeared. Her anxiety too had disappeared once her period had started. She was back to being her usual happy self. There was an extra bounce in her gait and a sunny half smile on her face as she went about her business. Even her colleagues noticed this positive change. Then too, in the past several days, her complexion had become softer and gained a healthy, rosy glow and she had started feeling a bit frisky. She was once again close to ovulating...

***

"Hi Shehla. Kaisi ho?"

"Hi Shehla. How are you?" She picked up Kapil's call.

"Oh, hi Jiju! I am good. How are you? Very busy?"

"Well, actually yes. Lots of good things are happening on the business front." He conceded.

"Lagta hai aap apni Saali ko bhool gaye."

"It seems you have forgotten your Saali." She pouted.

"Not at all. See, I called now just as soon as I found the time. Uh, can you come over?"

"To your office?"

"Yes."

"OK. Be there in 45 minutes." Shehla glanced at her watch. She hurriedly shut her PC, gathered her stuff and rushed out, not wanting to waste a single minute. It was around six thirty in the evening when Shehla reached his office. Her face shone with sweat and she was a little out of breath. Kapil quickly closed and locked the outer door of his office as soon as she entered, and took in her appearance.

That day she had chosen a thin, pale coloured salwar kameez outfit, matched with a dark dupatta loosely wrapped around her neck. The kameez had little buttons running down the front from a modestly sized neck line. He could see the faint outline of a slip under her kameez and the fainter shadow of a black lace bra underneath the slip. The clothes were smart but demure and non-provocative. However, for Shehla they were a bit more adventurous than her usual style. Normally, she did not allow even the outline of her undergarments to show through. There were dark circles of sweat under her arms, testifying to her exertion as she had rushed to be with him as soon as possible. He noticed a healthy pink glow on her smooth, soft skin. Her lips were half open and the pink tip of her tongue was visible. An unspoken message passed between them as their gazes locked.

"Unhh..." She moaned as she rushed into his arms. They clumsily licked and sucked each other's lips and tongues, too impatient to even kiss properly.

"Oh Jiju!" She whispered as he groped her crotch over her clothes.

She responded by groping his crotch and felt his cock hardening. With trembling hands, she undid his belt and loosened his trousers, sliding them down his legs.

"Ahh..." He growled as she thrust her hand in his boxers and grabbed his cock, his arousal shooting up exponentially. He lost no time in loosening the drawstring of her salwar and removing her salwar and panties. He swept stuff off his desk and made her lie on it, on her back. The desk was not big enough to support her full length and her legs dangled off the side. He spread her legs apart and stood between them. He then rested her legs on his shoulders and probed her slit with a finger. She was just moistening but wasn't wet enough.

"Jiju, jaldi andar daliye, please."

"Put it in quick, Jiju." She whispered.

Kapil rubbed his drooling cock on her pussy to moisten it, positioned it between her inner lips and thrust in, holding her hips for purchase.

"UNHhhh..." She grunted and winced, her teeth biting her lower lip. Kapil held still for a moment.

"Rukiye mat, Jiju. Jor se ghusaiye."

"Don't stop, Jiju. Push it in haard."

"Hmmmphh..." Kapil grunted as he backed up a little and shoved his cock hard into her cunt.

"Anhhh..." Shehla moaned with her mouth open and eyes closed, concentrating her attention on the sharp pain Kapil's dark, thick cock caused as it roughly buried itself halfway into her pussy.

"Mmmhhh..." She moaned as she felt the pain dissolving into sparks of indescribable pleasure. She eagerly thrust her hips up, urging him to continue. He felt the heat of her pussy and sensed that she was lubricating up nicely as half his cock went in. He pulled back and thrust in hard again. His cock went in all the way and he felt it nudge her cervix. Her pussy was very tight and hot as it gripped his cock.

He grunted and she moaned as he let loose a staccato series of hard thrusts deep into her pussy. In just a couple of thrusts Shehla went over the precipice and had the first of her many climaxes. Kapil continued to fuck her senseless, concentrating solely on his own pleasure, giving her many more orgasms. Only his tight grip on her hips prevented her from sliding up and banging her head on the wall against which his desk rested. As he approached his climax, he stopped and rested a while, pulling back from the precipice. He wanted to prolong the pleasure of fucking Shehla as much as he could.

She opened her eyes and saw him eyeing her breasts. Wordlessly, she undid the buttons of her kameez and held the two halves open. Kapil reached in and grabbed her tits, roughly mauling them. There was no way her slip could be taken off. He just ripped it open and pushed her lacy bra up, freeing her gorgeous tits. He took his pleasure, squeezing and fondling them, rolling and pinching the nipples, while Shehla looked on with half open eyes, breathing hard. He then resumed his energetic thrusts, watching her tits jiggle and bounce. Shehla kept uttering low moans, her eyes closed and let herself float away on a river of heavenly pleasures in which she found herself...

A couple of more times Kapil stopped at the brink of ejaculation, let the tide retreat a bit then resumed his powerful thrusts until finally he could resist no more.

"Ooooohhh..." He exhaled as his hips jerked and his cock spewed ropes of thick semen deep inside her body. They were bathed in sweat in spite of the cold air blowing from the air-conditioner. When he finally withdrew his deflating cock, a copious amount of their combined love juices gushed out and formed a big puddle on his glass topped desk. Kapil quickly picked Shehla up and seated her on a chair, making sure that her clothes did not get soiled with the mess. She wadded up a couple of paper napkins against her pussy and they both worked quickly together to wipe up the puddle on his desk before it could trickle down on the floor or ooze between the glass top and the wooden veneer beneath it. They ran through the entire supply of paper napkins in his office! Kapil licked off a little trickle of blood from her lower lip where she'd bitten herself.

Climbing slowly down from the high of the roller-coaster ride that Jiju had made her experience, Shehla blushed as she suddenly realized that her boobs were still peeping out of her open kameez.

"Jiju, this is the second slip you have torn." She complained with a sidelong glance as she pulled the two halves of her kameez together.

"Serves you right! Why do you keep putting such obstacles in my way?" Kapil was unrepentant...

***

As luck would have it, the very next day Kapil received confirmation of the first big order that he had been pursuing for quite a while.

"Yess!!" Kapil exulted, punching his fist in the air. Shehla had proved to be the lucky mascot for his fledgeling business...

***

End of Ch. 04....

[Blue Bull]

You know....

Shehla is a tall, slim, reasonably well endowed, fresh faced and pleasantly attractive married young woman (around 30). She generally dresses in salwar suits and her clothes are smart but conservatively cut. She works as junior executive with Trident Corp., a large MNC.

Shehla and her hubby suffer a forced separation when he is transferred to the Gulf and thereafter gets trapped there, and is unable to return. She misses her hubby and, in his absence, desperately longs for male companionship to meet her emotional and sexual needs.

Quite fortuitously she meets Kapil, husband of her colleague and good friend Kalpana. They get on like a house on fire. Their powerful, irresistible mutual attraction drives them to repeatedly do it bareback, throwing caution to the winds. Subsequently, Shehla spends a fortnight anxiously waiting for her period to start, worried that she might be pregnant. She also suffers frequent bouts of horniness during this time. She confides in Kapil and they meet again to assuage her anxiety. When they meet, they cannot resist the temptation to do it again (bareback, of course!).

At last, her period starts. An overjoyed Shehla and Kapil celebrate the occasion in style! Not wanting to take any more risks, Shehla decides to get herself fitted with an IUD. She insists on Kapil accompanying her to the gynaecologist. A queasy Kapil reluctantly agrees. Shehla finally gets the IUD fitted.

They meet again one evening, about ten days later, in Kapil's office, where they get on with it in their usual impatient, energetic style, unconstrained by worries about pregnancy. The very next day Kapil bags his first large order. He happily acknowledges that Shehla has proven to be a lucky mascot for his business!

***

“Sisters” Kalpana and Shehla play Office-Office.......

Kalpana:

From the very beginning of his affair with Shehla, Kapil had made it a point to keep his wife Kalpana fully in the loop. Kalpana had soon reconciled herself to Kapil's involvement with Shehla, after an initial period of jealous anger and insecurity. This came about because firstly, she was confident that there was no danger of Kapil ever leaving her for Shehla. Secondly, she herself was involved with Shyam, the big boss of Trident Corp., and Kapil's involvement with Shehla neatly counterbalanced this. Thirdly, she was the prime beneficiary of Kapil's re-invigorated libido. They had not had such hot and frequent sex for the longest time. She acknowledged that Kapil's idea of involving other partners to bring more spice into their own marriage had certainly worked. Lastly, Kalpana no longer felt so totally in awe of Shyam Belekar, the big boss of Trident Corp, her "Sir". On a couple of occasions, she had been able to softly but clearly put across her own wishes, instead of submissively agreeing to do his bidding. In fact, occasionally she felt emboldened to provoke Shyam, instead of merely reacting to his advances. Even Shyam seemed to be pleased with this new Kalpana...

***

Shehla frequently featured in the pillow talk between Kalpana and Kapil, generally when they were unwinding after a vigorous romp. She would refer to Shehla as "Tumhari Saali" (Your Sister-in-law"). Kapil would refer to Shehla as "Tumhari Behna" (Your Sis). Sometimes they both referred to her as "Chhoti" (Little One), a nickname usually used for the youngest girl child in a family. The conversation between husband and wife would go on the following lines:

"Aaj bahut khush lag rahe ho. Chhoti se milay thay kya?"

"You look very happy today. Were you with Chhoti?" Kalpana would enquire, her hand caressing his naked thigh as they lay in bed.

Or

"Tumhari Behna aaj bahut garam mood mein thi. Mujhe poori tarah thaka diya."

"Your Sis was very horny today. She totally tired me out." Kapil would tell Kalpana.

Or

"Aaj kitne malpue khilaye apni Saali ko?"

"How many malpuas did you feed your Saali today?" Kalpana would ask. "Feeding a malpua" was a part of their private vocabulary, a euphemism for giving an orgasm. (Malpua is a very rich and delicious sweet dish.)

However, very rarely would they talk in any detail about the actual sexual acts that he performed with Shehla...

***

It was half past six in the evening. Kalpana had arrived at the Trident office, responding to Shyam's request for a review of their new marketing strategy. They were going to meet after several weeks. Shehla was also standing by, being Trident's executive responsible for implementation of the project.

Kalpana was meeting her for the first time after Shehla and Kapil had started their affair. Although they had not spoken to each other, both knew what the other knew about it. Kalpana took in Shehla's radiant and cheerful appearance. Shehla's earlier despondency and depression had disappeared. She felt proud that it was her hubby Kapil who had administered the medicine that Shehla had so badly needed, quickly suppressing the twinge of jealousy she simultaneously felt, as she conjured up scenes of intimacy between Shehla and Kapil.

"Kaisi ho Shehla?"

"How are you doing, Shehla?" Kalpana asked, after an awkward pause.

"Mein achhi hun, Didi. Aap kaisi hain?"

"I'm good, Didi. How are you?" Shehla responded, quickly rushing to hug her. Kalpana spontaneously kissed Shehla on her cheek.

"Thank you, Didi!" Shehla whispered, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. She was grateful from the bottom of her heart for everything that Didi had done for her. The ice between the friends was broken and they were once again comfortable with each other. They took a look at each other's presentations, while waiting for Shyam...

***

Kalpana had taken care to dress for the occasion. She wore a sari-blouse outfit which she knew Shyam appreciated. The pallu of the Kolkata cotton sari was wrapped securely around her shoulders, fully covering her upper body. Underneath it, she wore a tight, deep necked blouse that left her midriff bare. The outline of her black, sexy lace bra was visible through the thin, translucent muslin blouse. Her generously proportioned bosom was just barely contained in her blouse. Her twin globes separated by an enticingly dark, creamy décolletage swelled out of the large, deep neck opening. She was prepared to have a little fun with "Sir", if an opportunity presented itself...

"Ah, good evening, everybody! Are we ready for the review?" Shyam breezed into the conference room and took his seat at the head of the table. Kalpana sat by his side on his left and Shehla sat next to Kalpana. They had their laptops open before them. Shehla's laptop was already connected to the large display screen on the wall facing Shyam.

"Hello, Kalpana! Long time, no see! How are you doing?" Shyam cast an appreciative glance at her.

"Good evening, Sir. I'm well, thank you. How are you?" Kalpana responded, quickly taking in his appearance. He didn't appear tired after a long day, looking dapper and distinguished as usual.

"Good. Good! I hope your company is doing well and Srinivas is treating you right! Please give him my regards." Shyam was referring to Kalpana's boss, head of Sigma Marketing Consultancy, who had provided consultancy services to Trident for their new marketing strategy. Kalpana had been a part of the Sigma team stationed in Trident's office during the conceptualisation and planning phase of the project. That's when sparks had ignited between her and Shyam. He had persuaded Srinivas to continue Kalpana's services to Trident on an as needed basis, even after their contract had ended. This way, Shyam could have Kalpana at his beck and call, whenever he fancied meeting her.

"Yes Sir. Our company is doing very well and I'll certainly tell Mr. Srinivas that you remembered him."

"Alright. So, can we begin, Shehla?" Shyam boomed, and Shehla began her presentation. Her presentation went on for about forty-five minutes, interspersed occasionally with pauses for questions and clarifications.

"Thank you Shehla. That was a good presentation." Shyam complimented her. Seems to have promise, he thought as he mentally reviewed her work during the past several months since her transfer from Trident's Gurgaon office. Quite nice looking too, he thought...

"OK! So Kalpana, what do you have for us?"

She was expected to present the market feedback she had collected after the launch of Trident's new marketing strategy. He waited for her to connect her laptop to the conference room's display screen. She appeared to be facing a problem. Her laptop and the display screen didn't seem to be on talking terms. As Kalpana continued to struggle, her tightly wrapped pallu worked loose and a gap opened up between the pallu and her blouse. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Oh, never mind! I'll just look at the presentation on your laptop." Shyam said, getting up.

"OK Sir!" Kalpana was relieved.

"Let's try again with another cable." Shehla suggested, and went out to fetch it.

"OK, but let's begin in the meanwhile." Shyam told Kalpana, looking meaningfully at his watch.

He then stood behind Kalpana, looking at the laptop over her shoulder. Seemingly by accident, her pallu slid to one side. A shoulder and half of her blouse covered bosom were uncovered. Her deep cleavage and the plump upper part of a tit were visible to his appreciative eyes. Kalpana was acutely aware of the heat emanating from his body and the sound of his breathing as Shyam stood close behind her. Right before his eyes, her nipple slowly stiffened and tented the thin fabric of her blouse, easily overcoming the restraint of her lace bra.

"Go on. Please begin!" He whispered, reaching down and running a finger lightly over her nipple.

They both faced the half-silvered glass partition between the conference room and the rest of the office. Since the illumination inside the conference room was low, while the outer office was brightly lit, nobody from outside could see anything inside the conference room, while the office was clearly visible from the conference room. At that late hour, the office was deserted and they could see only Shehla as she rummaged around to find a connecting cable.

"Sir, aap yeh kya kar rahe hain? Rukiye na please!"

"What are you doing, Sir? Please stop!" She whispered, making no effort to remove his hand.

"Wohi jo tum chahti ho!"

"I'm doing what you want!" He ran his hand over her breast, feeling her stiff nipple rubbing against his palm.

"Shehla hamey dekhegi!"

"Shehla will see us!"

"Fikr mat karo. Bahar se kuchh nahi dikhta!"

"Don't worry. Nothing is visible from outside!" He assured her.

"Sir, CCTV cameras hain."

"Sir, what about CCTV cameras..." She whispered.

"Uski fikr mat karo!"

"Don't worry about it!" He chuckled, continuing to run his finger over her nipple. He knew that the conference room and his own office didn't have any CCTV cameras and they were regularly swept for bugs.

"Uhh... Woh idhar aa rahi hai!"

"Uhh... She is coming this way!" Kalpana whispered, barely suppressing a moan.

He waited till the last moment, withdrawing his hand and stepping back just as Shehla entered the conference room with another connecting cable. Even the new cable didn't seem to work. Perhaps the problem was with the security protocol of the office computer system that prevented unrecognized external devices from being plugged in...

"Shehla, why don't you get us some coffee, if the machine is working?" He suggested.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Shyam once again stepped close to Kalpana. This time, he plunged his hand inside her blouse and bra and lightly held her tit.

"Go on! What are you waiting for? We don't have the whole night!" He said, fondling her tit and running a thumb on her nipple. Kalpana could barely keep her eyes open as she floated on a rising tide of arousal.

"Sir, I think the machine has run out of coffee. Shall I go get some from the coffee shop across the street?" Shehla returned after a few minutes. Shyam had given Kalpana barely a few seconds to rearrange her pallu before Shehla returned.

"Oh, don't bother. I think I will manage without coffee. How about you, Kalpana?"

"I am also fine without coffee." She responded. Shehla sensed that Didi wasn't her usual self. Her breathing was a bit irregular and her eyelids appeared a bit inflamed. She wondered what the matter was...

"OK. Kalpana, let's proceed, then. By the way Shehla, have you gone through Kalpana's report?"

"Yes Sir. I have." She confirmed.

"Well, in that case, you may go home, if you wish. It's getting rather late." Shyam was being a considerate boss.

"Thank you, Sir! Good night! Good night, Kalpana!"

"Sir, let me show her out." Kalpana said. Shyam nodded.

The main entrance of the office was locked and shuttered from outside. Kalpana led Shehla to the fire escape through the pantry and locked the door after she left.

Shyam sat on the conference table waiting for Kalpana, observing through the glass partition as she made her way back. He spread his knees apart as soon as she entered. He was eager to enjoy Kalpana's delectable charms, something he'd missed for the past several weeks. She responded to his unspoken invitation and came and stood between his thighs. Her breath was erratic and her gaze was averted.

"Aah! Let's see what we have here!" He nudged the pallu off her shoulder. Using both his hands, he scooped her heavy breasts out of her blouse. They thrust out proudly, supported from below by her blouse and bra. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he took pleasure of her breasts, cupping, fondling and squeezing them, rolling and pinching her nipples till they were stiff and erect, a little sticky to the touch.

"You have such beautiful tits, Kalpana! You always seduce me with your nipples!" He whispered, eyeing her breasts. Her smooth, unblemished brown skin glowed dully, like polished mahogany. Her nipples and aureole were a deep purplish brown.

"Unhhh..." She moaned.

He unhooked her blouse, reached behind her and unfastened her bra strap, freeing her breasts from restraint. Kalpana was in her mid-thirties. She had borne and breast fed two children. Her hard-working breasts had endured for more than a decade the sometimes-rough handling by her hubby and lately also by her lover. In spite of all this, they retained their beautiful shape even as they bowed before the law of gravity. Her erect nipples proudly jutted out, a little up-turned. She looked at Shyam through her lashes, proud of the effect her boobs were having on him.

"Woh dekho kone mein CCTV camera hai!"

"Look at the CCTV camera in the corner!" Shyam teased her, pointing at an imaginary CCTV camera. In spite of herself, her arousal went up a notch just by the thought that they were being observed. Shyam's sensitive, tuned senses didn't miss this. It confirmed to him what he had always suspected: Kalpana was a closet exhibitionist. He turned her around so that they both faced the half-mirrored glass partition. They could see the deserted expanse of the brightly lit office.

"Isko pakad kar rakho!"

"Here, hold this!" He commanded her, reaching down and raising the hem of her sari and petticoat, bunching them up at her waist. She obediently held her sari and petticoat up. He then raised her leg and placed her foot on a chair.

Kalpana was now almost naked. The two halves of her blouse hung open and her black lace bra was bunched above her full, heaving breasts. Her thighs were splayed open as she stood with one foot on the floor and the other on a chair. Her fleshy, hairless camel toe was visible under her tight white panties, with a big, wet, translucent patch where the fabric stuck to her drooling pussy. She leaned back against his chest as Shyam stood facing the glass partition, resting his ass against the conference table. He had positioned her exactly as he wanted...

"Office ke sab log hamey dekh rahe hain!"

"People in the office are all looking at us!" He whispered in her ear, holding her against him, slowly caressing her thighs alternately, reaching close to her pussy but not touching it.

"Nnnnhhhh!" She moaned and her arousal skyrocketed as she imagined people in the office looking in at them. Shyam took pleasure of her naked breasts with one hand, while caressing her thighs with the other, licking her earlobe once in a while.

"Uhh...Uhhh..." She kept up a litany of moans, thrusting her hips forward, impatient for his touch on her pudendum. But he sadistically kept denying her that pleasure, until she was ready to climb a wall.

"Ahhhhh..." She groaned as he finally took pity on her and moved the gusset of her panties aside. He slowly stroked her slit up and down, from the top close to her clit to the bottom just shy of her anus.

"Hmmph..." She grunted and jerked her hips as he thrust two fingers deep inside her.

"Unh...unhh...unhhh..." She moaned rhythmically as Shyam finally granted her wish and started finger fucking her, using two fingers.

He continued to fondle and squeeze her bare tits with his other hand. He had to hold her wildly thrashing body and restrain it against him as he continued his assault. Slowly and inexorably, he drove her higher and higher towards the peak of her passion. He hooked a finger and searched for her G spot. As soon as his finger rubbed against the slightly rough surface of the G spot, she experienced a powerful climax, falling off the precipice, into empty space.

Her body stiffened and pussy contracted around his fingers. Her entire body was bathed in sweat and copious amounts of juices gushed out of her pussy. Suddenly, her legs gave out and he had to grab hold of her to prevent her from sliding to the floor. Shyam kept caressing her, holding her against him and rocking her like a baby as she slowly relaxed and climbed down from the high of her orgasm.

She turned around to face him, tears of joy running down her cheeks. He was proud and happy to see the utterly satiated, happy and relaxed, if a little tired expression on her face. He was not selfish; he genuinely loved to make his partners experience peaks of pleasure at his hands. That was one of the reasons for his success in seducing and bedding a long series of women, for not just one-night stands but for extended affairs, some lasting for years. It was generally he who ended them, when he'd had his fill and decided to move on to greener pastures. He had mastered the art of letting his lovers go without bitterness and discord. He was a womanizer par excellence...

Kalpana rubbed her sweaty face against his chest. She breathed in his male scent and kissed him over his shirt, slowly making her way down his body, eventually reaching his crotch.

"Uhhh..." He exhaled as she undid his belt, opened his trousers, and buried her face against his crotch that was still covered by his boxer shorts. Her nose nudged the outline of his cock. She deeply inhaled his rousing male scent. He raised his hips off the table, letting her pull his boxers down. His hard, thick cock sprang up from a small forest of greying pubic hair, the crown wet with precum. She sat down on a chair, facing him. She held his gaze while holding his cock at the base with two fingers and slowly leaned forward.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

"Aahh yess!!" He whispered, and his cock jerked as her hot breath blew over his crown and the tip of her tongue lightly licked his pee slit. She made slow love to his cock, rubbing his crown on her face, licking and kissing it. Shyam partook of the visual and sensual feast so generously offered by her, eyeing her as she kept licking and swallowing his copious precum as it dribbled out. Her eyes were half closed and eyelids inflamed with arousal, her mouth and cheeks were wet with his precum.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth now!" He grunted hoarsely. Kalpana was at that point willing to do anything to please "Sir". She opened her mouth wide, and let him thrust his cock in, pursing her lips around his shaft. She let him hold her head and fuck her mouth, letting his crown thrust against her glottis on the in-stroke and sucking on his shaft on the out-stroke. She held his cock at the base with two fingers and let him have his way, totally trusting him to not choke her.

In a while, they took a break. She pulled his cock out to lick it all over and rub it on her face. He rubbed his cock on her hair parting and smeared the sindoor with his precum. It was a symbolic act, asserting his ownership over her and displacing her husband, if only temporarily. He made sure to wipe sindoor off his cock before putting it back in her mouth and resume fucking her. Even in the throes of passion, he retained self-control, making sure that he didn't choke her by thrusting his cock in too deep. The friction of her hot mouth, the sensation of her tongue licking his sensitive crown, the amazing sight of her full lips wrapped around his cock, and the sheer passion in her eyes as she fellated him sent him over the brink and he spurted his thick semen into her mouth.

Kalpana was not unused to the taste of semen. Her hubby Kapil occasionally lost control and came in her mouth. Also, she had in the past licked Shyam's cum smeared cock after they had fucked. However, this was the first time Shyam had cum in her mouth, with the full intention of doing so. They knew that they had crossed a line, and she crossed another as she swallowed his semen, trying to commit its taste and scent to memory.

His finger gathered up a mixture of his cum and her saliva dripping from the corner of her lips and offered it to her. She licked his finger clean and then bent and lovingly licked his slowly softening cock. She then wiped his crotch with her pallu and looked up, with a satiated, happy smile. Shyam held her chin and planted a slow, intimate, loving kiss on her mouth, tasting and smelling his own semen mixed with the feminine scent of her mouth. That was their first kiss that evening...

He stripped off her open blouse and bra, exposing her full upper body. She let him wipe her face and torso dry, using her pallu, wiggling this way and that, raising her arms as needed. He then insisted on dressing her, carefully settling her big tits in the bra cups and straightening the twist in the shoulder strap of her bra, finally pulling the blouse closed and doing up the hooks. He took as much pleasure in dressing up his women as in stripping them. He was a connoisseur of the female body in all stages of dress: undressed, partly dressed or fully covered. He especially enjoyed the eroticism of the transition from one stage to the next, particularly if it was being done by himself or by the woman for his pleasure... Kalpana then wrapped her pallu securely around her shoulders.

"H'm, you can go to the toilet now!" He told her, mindful that CCTV cameras would be watching when she stepped out of the conference room. Soon, she returned after refreshing her makeup. She had generously spritzed cologne over her clothes, to camouflage the lingering scent of their lovemaking...

"I'm going to drop you home today."

"OK!" She blushed, remembering the first time he had dropped her home. That had happened several months ago, in the late evening of the day he had fucked her the first time. Then, she had tried to dissuade him. But now, she was quite happy to be escorted home.

Soon, they were seated in his luxury sedan. He instructed his chauffeur to drop them off at Churchgate station. He doffed his jacket, took off his tie and rolled his sleeves up when they reached Churchgate. He told the chauffeur to pick him up at Mahalaxmi in a couple of hours. His chauffeur was a trusted old hand. He wasn't surprised at all to see Kalpana with Sahib; over the years, he had seen a procession of women accompany his Sahib.

They were soon seated side by side in the first-class compartment of a fast train speeding northwards towards the distant suburb where she lived. She felt cosy and comfortable sitting by his side, the rocking and swaying of the carriage causing them to occasionally rub against each other. Although Shyam had stopped commuting by public transport perhaps thirty or more years ago, he was quite happy to travel in a local train when the need arose. It reminded him of the carefree days of his youth. Not only had he retained the reflexes and the agility needed to get in and out of crowded trains, he had no hang ups about being seen travelling with the hoi polloi, something most others in his station in life would be horrified by...

They took an auto-rickshaw from the suburban train station to her residential complex, about twenty minutes away. He discreetly held her hand in the semi-darkness and she pressed it in response. He dropped her off a hundred meters from the entrance to her residential complex. At that hour, the road was deserted. He waited for her to enter the gate, before riding back to the suburban train station...

***

Shehla

While Shehla had told her mother that she might be late from office, she was happy that her boss had allowed her to leave earlier than anticipated, just a little later than her usual time. As she hurried on her way to the train station, she suddenly remembered Jiju. Would he still be in his office? Alone? She wondered. Her heartbeat quickened...

"Don't be greedy, Shehla. Be happy with what you've got!" She admonished herself, suppressing the thought of calling Jiju. Suddenly, her phone rang; it was Jiju on the line. Just by happenstance or perhaps because of their tuned senses, he'd remembered Shehla at exactly the same time!

"Kahan ho Shehla? Office mein?"

"Where are you Shehla? Still in office?" He asked hopefully.

"Abhi office se nikli hun. Ghar ke liye."

"I've just started from office on my way home."

"Jaldi yahan aao!"

"Come here quick!" His tone was brusque.

"Ji, pahunchti hun pandrah bees minute mein!"

"I'll be there in fifteen-twenty minutes!" Her heart leapt in joy as she hailed a cab.

Shehla had changed some of her habits since her last encounter with Jiju in his office. She'd stopped wearing slips. Even when she wore thin, translucent kameezes, she just took greater care to wrap her dupatta around her shoulders. In fact, she no longer minded even if the outline of her bra was sometimes visible under her kameez through gaps in her dupatta. Perhaps her recently heightened sensuality and the regular if infrequent servicing of her needs by her Jiju had lowered some of her inhibitions. She had also started carrying a thick, medium sized napkin and a couple of sanitary pads in her handbag, just in case... Kapil was waiting eagerly as she breezed into his office and locked the door behind her.

"Please excuse me!" She quickly dodged Kapil as he advanced towards her and ducked into the tiny toilet. After relieving herself and washing her face, she patted her hair in place, glancing into the mirror to make sure she looked presentable to her lover. She reached behind her to lower the zipper of her kameez and undo the bra clasp. She disentangled the shoulder straps of the bra from her arms and plucked it out of the neck opening of her kameez. She zipped up her kameez and reached inside to adjust her freed boobs. Although she had borne a child, her moderately sized boobs were reasonably firm. Even without a bra, the snug fitting kameez provided enough support for her breasts to thrust outwards, and yet nestled them comfortably.

The friction of the kameez and the eager anticipation of Jiju's caresses had already hardened her nipples to little points. She eyed the shadow of her aureoles and her nipples tenting the thin kameez with a little smile, before wrapping her dupatta around her shoulders. Stepping out into the office, she stood facing Kapil. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and excitement and a hint of arousal shone through.

She held his gaze as he approached her, lightly caressed her cheek and pulled her dupatta off her shoulders. She reflexively pulled back her shoulders, wordlessly offering him her out-thrust breasts as they rose and fell with her slow breathing.

"Hmmm..." Kapil saw the shadow of her aureoles and her stiff nipples tenting her kameez. He was happy that his Saali had made an effort to please him by getting rid of her underclothes.

"Kitne khubsoorat hain tumhare chooche!"

"What a beautiful pair of breasts!" He ran his hands over them, feeling her nipples brush against his palms. He lowered the zipper of her kameez and peeled it down her shoulders, exposing her bosom.

"Aaiii..." She screamed as he impatiently grabbed her tits and squeezed them.

"Jiju... Jiju... Zara dheere se. Dard ho raha hai!"

"Jiju... Jiju... Go slow. You're hurting me!" She winced, even as her arousal shot up.

"Oh, sorry Shehla!" He immediately controlled his ardour, then bent and licked her nipples one after the other. She held his head and pressed it against her boobs, shivering as a current shot through her nipples.

"Aaah..." He exhaled as she unbuckled his belt, loosened his trousers and reached inside his boxers to grab his hard cock. Soon, she was kneeling in front of him and licking his drooling cock head, working his foreskin back and forth. She just loved to play with his uncut cock.

"Today I'm going to fuck you at the window!" He growled after taking pleasure of her mouth on his cock for a while. He raised her to her feet, loosened her salwar and thrust his hand inside her panties.

"Ahh! Good!" He found she was wet and ready. He made her step out of her salwar and panties. She was now naked below the waist, covered only by the long kameez reaching her knees. The kameez had slits on both sides starting just below her hips. Her sleek thighs peeked through the slits as she moved.

He pushed aside his executive chair, manhandled a filing cabinet out of the way to make room at the window and opened the curtains. He had to make a bit of an effort to open the window since it had been closed for a long time. The building in front of them was perhaps fifty meters away, across the road. Another high-rise off to their right was much closer. Most of the windows appeared dark, either because the occupants had left for the day or because they were closed with curtains drawn, air-conditioners working overtime against Mumbai's humid heat. However, where curtains were open, they could see people as they went about their business.

Kapil made her stand at the window, gazing out. He stood behind her, just touching her back, his hands lightly caressing her arms. She felt the hot, fetid Mumbai air against her face, saw traffic moving on the road, and heard the street sounds from her vantage point fifteen stories up, a bit muted because of the distance.

"Jiju, stop! People can see us!" She was alarmed as he lightly caressed her bosom. They could see people in the high rise off to the right, so it was reasonable to suppose that they could be seen too.

"Don't worry, I'll switch off the lights." Their office was plunged in darkness as he did so.

"Hold on to the windowsill!"

Her head projected out of the window as he made her lean forward. The fair skin of her face was illuminated by the faint light from outside while the rest of her body and that of Kapil were hidden in the darkness. He kicked her feet apart and stood between them. He flipped up the hem of her kameez to uncover the fleshy, rounded globes of her ass. Although he was basically a tit man, he was struck by the beauty of the unblemished, fair skin of her well-rounded ass as it shone dully in the faint light coming in from the open window. He spent some time caressing and taking pleasure of her twin globes.

She widened her stance further to make room for his hand, as he reached under her and ran a finger up and down her slit, triggering a fresh gush of her womanly secretions. He kept running his finger up and down her slit for a while, eliciting little moans of pleasure from her. She didn't react when just naturally, his wet finger brushed against her anus and paused there. She stiffened and held her breath as he slowly circled her anus with the pad of his finger, but made no objection. He filed away this little incident in his memory. Perhaps he would explore this further at the right opportunity, he thought... He stepped out of his trousers and shorts.

"Uhhh..." She moaned as he bent his knees, held his cock and rubbed it slowly up and down her groove, smearing lubrication on his crown. Her fingers guided his cock to her entrance and he slowly eased it in with controlled, unhurried movement of his hips. A couple of inches slid in effortlessly.

"Mmmhhh..." Shehla moaned as he pulled back a bit, held her hips and thrust in again, going quite a bit deeper this time. He felt her pussy muscles tighten around his shaft. In a couple of in and out movements, his cock was buried inside her pussy up to the root.

"Ab le mazaa!"

"Have fun!" He growled. She held on to the window sill for dear life as he thrusted energetically. There were loud slapping noises as his thighs slammed against hers.

"Hmphh... Hmphh... Hmphh..." She grunted lustily as her body absorbed his powerful thrusts. The fair skin of her face turned red with the heat and passion and copious amounts of sweat trickled down. Some of it fell off and a few drops landed on the pavement below. Although they didn't realise it, the faint light was sufficient to illuminate her face. Had someone looked at their window either from the pavement or from the high rises nearby, they could have seen the faint, ghostly head of a woman making odd, rhythmic movements...

"Ooohhhh..." She exhaled as his cock repeatedly rubbed against her G spot and her first climax washed over her. He felt it as she shuddered and her pussy clamped down on his shaft. He gave her some respite to enjoy her climax while playing with her tits and pinching her nipples. He however wasn't done yet. In fact, he'd just started. He started fucking her again and gave her another two climaxes in quick succession. However, he wasn't too happy fucking from behind. He liked it best when his partner was facing him so he could see her expressions and feel her breath on his face.

He pulled out with a sucking sound, closed the curtains and switched on the lights. They were momentarily blinded while their eyes adjusted to the bright light. She eyed his hard, wet, throbbing cock eager to get to work again, while he took in her lewdly open, engorged, red and wet cunt...

He seated her on his desk, and worked her kameez off her arms. It now lay bunched up at her waist, baring her upper body for his pleasure. She leaned back and supported herself on her hands, spread her legs and raised them. He then stepped between her thighs, positioned his cock at her open, winking pussy and thrust in.

"Ahhh..." She moaned ecstatically as his cock plumbed the depths of her pussy. She wrapped her long legs around his hips and thrust her hips forward, urging him to start fucking her again. He hardly needed an invitation and got on with the task at hand with energy and vigour. The sex crazed expression on her face and the jiggling and wobbling of her tits drove him even wilder. He felt the beginnings of his climax and paused his thrusts, drawing back from the brink. He took pleasure of her breasts, squeezing and fondling, slapping them playfully, twisting and rolling her nipples, before resuming his thrusts.

He interrupted his thrusts a few more times, withdrawing from the brink of ejaculation to prolong the pleasure... He used those intervals to enjoy Shehla's hot, sexy, wantonly aroused body that lay bare before him. He exchanged open mouthed kisses with her, deeply inhaling her intoxicating, hot breath... He extended his tongue and let his saliva dribble into her open mouth... He licked sweat off her chest, shoulders, face... He nipped and sucked her sexy shoulders and breasts, leaving a trail of hickeys... It was just chance that none of the hickeys was on areas that would not be covered by her modest clothes. She reciprocated by caressing his face, licking his lips and tongue, swallowing his saliva, nipping his chin and tightening her pussy muscles around his shaft, experiencing a series of little climaxes as she did so...

Both were now close to the ultimate peak of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight, as he unleashed a final series of hard thrusts that made them soar to their shared climax. She shivered as she felt his spasming cock release its payload right at her cervix... Without a doubt, he would have bred her there and then, but for the IUD implanted in her womb...

They continued to exchange little nips and kisses as they slowly unwound, their breathing and heartbeats returning to a semblance of normalcy. They were unmindful of a large quantity of their combined secretions gush out as his spent cock slipped out of her pussy. It formed a big, rapidly spreading puddle on the glass topped desk. It dripped onto the floor and a bit also seeped under the glass top.

Shehla got up and retrieved a sanitary pad from her handbag. He watched her graceful movements as her nimble fingers quickly fitted it in her panties and she slipped them on. She positioned them snugly, to absorb their secretions as they continued to dribble out of her pussy. She lovingly wiped his cock and his wet crotch with the napkin she'd retrieved from her handbag and then planted a quick kiss on his crown before it retreated under the protective sheath of his foreskin. Shehla quickly dressed as Kapil turned his back towards her, at her request. He had no hang ups about dressing while she looked on, giggling. Only after that did they finally wipe the mess of their making off his desk and off the floor. He let the moisture that had seeped under the glass top, be. He was sure it would bring more good luck for his business...

***

It was quite late when Shehla got off the local train at her destination. Even at that hour, the train as well as the platform were quite crowded. She happened to look back as the train gathered speed. The faces at the windows were blurred as the train whizzed past. Was that really Kalpana Didi and Belekar Sir sitting side by side that she saw? No. Couldn't be... She shook her head and continued on her way...

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