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Nisha had arranged to meet Meenakshi for a drink on the way home from work. It had been a while since they had met without their two husbands and they had missed the opportunity to have a candid, racy conversation about their sex lives; one of the whispered, giggly conversations they had always had over a bottle or two of wine ever since Nisha had been Meenakshi's bridesmaid many years earlier. She looked forward to hearing about what Meenakshi and her husband, Rishi, had been getting up to between the sheets since last they had talked.
They had decided to meet in the West End in a small bar near Piccadilly. Meenakshi had taken the day off and had spent it shopping on Oxford Street. The shops had been busy and she was running late so she texted Nisha to let her know. Receiving the text, Nisha sighed and looked at her Instagram to pass the time. This wasn't the first time Meenakshi had been late.
Meenakshi and Nisha had been friends for ever, or at least so it felt to Nisha. When Rishi, an old family friend of hers, had brought Meenakshi round to her house to introduce her as his new girlfriend eighteen years previously, she and Nisha had hit it off immediately and all three of them had been extremely close in the years since. Rishi and Meenakshi had married two years later and were now the parents of two teenage girls, but Nisha had always continued to meet them regularly and the children considered her an aunty more than a family friend.
When Nisha and Rishi were younger their parents had hoped they might get married and had even encouraged them to do so but, although attracted to one another, Rishi and Nisha had never taken their relationship beyond that of friends. Rishi had met Meenakshi around the same time and had been so overwhelmed by her beauty and attractive, sexy personality that nobody else could capture his attention and he had remained completely in love with, and faithful to, Meenakshi ever since.
Meanwhile, Nisha had eventually met and married Chris and they were equally devoted to one another. Although she had been in her fifties when she married Chris, she had never had much regular sex until then. Now she was getting it at least daily and usually more frequently than that. Chris had an insatiable sexual appetite and their days usually began and ended with a fuck and were often punctuated with one or two quickies in between. Nisha loved the attention, and that she could talk about almost any of her sexual needs with Chris and he would try to fulfill them. It also meant she had lots to gossip about when she had one of her racy tête-à-têtes with Meenakshi.
Fifteen minutes after she had received the text Meenakshi had still not arrived and Nisha was a bit annoyed. Why did Meenakshi always go by "Indian time?" Nisha by contrast had arrived early and had quickly attracted the attention of a group of drunken bankers who had offered to buy her drinks and sit with her. It must have been the low-cut dress that Nisha was wearing that had drawn them to her. Admittedly, she was displaying a lot of cleavage, and in a way she was flattered that, aged fifty-one, she could still have pulled one of these much younger guys if she had wanted to, but she wasn't interested and looked at her watch wishing Meenakshi would get here soon.
When Meenakshi eventually arrived Nisha had already had two glasses of wine from the bottle she had ordered and was beginning to feel a bit tipsy. Meenakshi put down her many shopping bags, took off her coat and after hugs, sat down opposite Nisha, apologising for her tardiness. It didn't take long for Nisha to forgive her.
"Nice dress!" Nisha said, and Meenakshi stood up again to give Nisha a twirl. It was a beautiful short, tight dress; dark blue in colour, it perfectly showed off Meenakshi's legs and curves. "Very sexy," Nisha continued. "You'd better be careful in here though - I've been fighting off these wankers over there for the last half hour. When they clock you looking like that they'll be after you instead!" Meenakshi laughed.
The two friends caught up on the news about their lives and families but it didn't take Meenakshi long to raise their pet subject of sex. "So how's your sex life Nisha?" Meenakshi swept back her long black hair and flashed Nisha a big, white smile. "I hope that husband of yours is still giving you plenty," she began in her typically forthright manner as she poured them both another glass of wine.
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.