Adultery Kalpana & "Sir" by indian_exec2000

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


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

"Chaliye!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Mera gala sookh gaya hai!"

"My throat is parched!" She announced.

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

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

"Na! Yahan nahi!"

"No! Not here!" She whispered hoarsely.

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

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


"Dekhen!"

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

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

"Theek ho?"

"Are you OK?"

"Thoda theek lag raha hai."

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

"Chalo. Upar chalen!"

"Let's go upstairs!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Theek hai!"

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

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

"Dekh main kaise teri pyas bujhata hoon!"

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

"Khush ho?"

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

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

"Itna bura bhi nahi lagta!"

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

"Chalo. Ab meri safai karo!"

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

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


"Aao, tumhara pair check karte hain."

"Come, let's check your foot."

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

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

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

"Ab tumhare pairon ki achchi safai karte hain!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aao!"

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

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

"Aap hi poora kijiye."

"Please finish." She whispered.

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

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


"Bahut bhookh lagi hai."

"I'm very hungry."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your vote and constructive feedback is appreciated.

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


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

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

"Swati! You look great! As ever!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


***

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

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

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

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

"Kahan jana hai madam?"

"Where to, madam?" The cabbie asked.

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

***

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

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

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

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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


"Chhodiye... Chhodiye mujhe..."

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

"Na... na..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mai ab theek hoon!"

"I am OK now!" She said shyly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Aao!"

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

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

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

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

"Aaj ka maza kuchh aur hi tha!"

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

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

"Kal Swatiji ne lunch pe bulaya hai."

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

"Achha!"

"Really!" He responded, intrigued.

"Mujhe mil ke jana."

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

"Ji! Kahaan?"

"OK! Where?"

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

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

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

***

[Rajesh]

Gud story plzz continue

[koolme98]

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

[Mampi]

amazing story 

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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

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

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

Your vote and constructive feedback is appreciated.

I urge my readers to read Ch. 01 to Ch. 07 for the sake of continuity.

***

It was around 12 noon, a day after Swati had fortuitously run into Shyam and Kalpana at the coffee shop in a downtown luxury hotel. Swati and Kalpana were sitting in an exclusive restaurant in Colaba. Swati had welcomed Kalpana on her arrival, and then in her usual take-charge fashion quickly ordered food and a light white wine.

"Han, toh batao, kaise shuru hua yeh sab?"

"So tell me, how did it all begin?" Swati came straight to the point, as they sipped wine, waiting for food to be served. She held Kalpana's gaze, a warm smile playing on her lips.

Kalpana could easily have feigned ignorance regarding what Swati was talking about; she could indeed have taken offense at such blatant interference in her personal affairs. After all, Swati had been a complete stranger until they'd met a day ago and Kalpana didn't owe any explanations to her. But Kalpana had long felt the need to unburden herself to someone, and her heart told her to trust this woman.

"Swati Didi, aapko kaise pata chala... hamare barey mein?"

"Swati Didi, how did you come to know about... us?" Kalpana blushed and lowered her gaze.

Although Swati was old enough to be her mother, Kalpana reflexively addressed her as Didi (elder sister). She knew that Swati too had been Shyam's lover. Having shared their bodies with the same man, she felt that they belonged to the same sisterhood.

"Yeh toh tumhare chehre se bayan ho jata hai! Kal jab maine tumhe uske saath dekha tabhi main jan gayi thi ke daal mein kuchh kala hai!"

"Why, it's written all over your face! I knew the moment I saw you yesterday!" Swati replied. Kalpana kept silent, her head bowed.

"Sach sach batao. Aaj subah bhi, yahan aane se pehle tum usi ke saath thi. Hai na?"

"Weren't you with him today morning too, before coming here? Admit it!" Swati's eyes sparkled mischievously. Kalpana was stunned. Was it so obvious? Her heart hammered against her ribcage and her face went red as memories of the morning came flooding back...

***

As commanded by Shyam, Kalpana had knocked on his door at 8:30 in the morning. She knew how much he appreciated punctuality. As was his usual weekend practice, Shyam had returned to his suite after a vigorous workout in the hotel health club. He wore shorts and a T shirt and he was still damp with sweat. She'd rushed into his arms as soon as he opened the door and thrown her arms around his neck. As their kiss deepened she'd opened her mouth to let his tongue probe deep and play with her lips and tongue. As her passion mounted, her legs had given way and she'd slowly slumped to her knees. Her face rubbed against his torso as she'd slid down and eventually drew level with his crotch. She'd buried her face in his crotch and inhaled deeply. His sweaty, unwashed, strongly masculine scent had suffused her senses and kicked up her arousal a notch further. She'd rubbed her face against his growing erection and kissed it over his clothes, while he too had pressed her head against his hardening cock. She'd quickly stripped off his shorts and started kissing it. As it quickly became erect, she'd peeled back the foreskin and caressed his cockhead with her tongue, licking up and swallowing the precum trickling out of his pee slit before engulfing the crown in her hot mouth.

Shyam had been taken aback at her ardour. Never before had she taken the initiative thus. He was happy with Kalpana's new avatar. She'd slumped to the floor and pulled him down on top of her. She'd grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, thrusting her hips up against him.

"Jaldi kijiye!"

"Be quick!" She'd implored huskily.

He'd quickly stripped off her salwar and panties, pulled open her front opening kameez and pushed up her bra, exposing her breasts. With one hand he'd roughly squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, while with his other hand he'd fingered her wet cunt, looking intently as the rising tide of lust showed in her eyes. He'd positioned himself between her open thighs and prepared to mount her when she'd stopped him.

"Mujhe dekhna hai!"

"I want to see!" She whispered hoarsely. On the last couple of occasions, it was Shyam who had wanted to show how his cock spread open her inner labia and plumbed the depths of her pussy. Now, on the eve of her lunch date with Swati it was Kalpana who wanted a visual confirmation of her sexual union with Shyam!

"Achha!"

"Right!" He chuckled.

He helped her up in a sitting position and pulled off her salwar and bra. She was now fully naked, except for her ornaments. He wanted to ensure that nothing obstructed her view. He rose and quickly fetched a few pillows. He lay her down again and placed them under her shoulders and head, so that she could easily see down her body. He also placed a cushion under her ass, raising it to better receive his cock in her cunt.

"Ab dekho!"

"Now watch!" He'd grunted as he pushed her thighs up and out and placed his cock at the entrance of her cunt. He'd thrust in, in a slow smooth movement while her fingers guided his cock. Her cunt was hot and wet with arousal and there was hardly any resistance.

"Ahhhh!!!" She'd sighed pleasurably as shivers had run through her body, while his thick cock stretched her cunt open and rubbed against her pussy walls. In a couple of in and out movements, he was fully buried in her pussy. He'd raised his upper body on his hands so that she could see down her belly.

"Dikh raha hai na?"

"Can you see?" He asked as he withdrew. She could indeed see his dark shaft, all wet and glistening with her secretions as he slowly pulled his cock out and then thrust it in again.

"Anhhh!" She watched in fascination and a strange thrill coursed through her body as Shyam repeatedly assaulted her poor pussy with his blunt weapon.

"Hmph... Hmph... Hmph..." She grunted lustily as his powerful thrusts drove air out of her lungs. As her lust mounted, her eyes reddened and filmed over and slowly started to close. Shyam was however determined to ensure that she should see her ravishment to the end. He'd stopped his thrusts just long enough to slap her cheek and make her open her eyes again, before resuming his vigorous assault.

"Unnhhh!!!" Pretty soon, her dam burst and she experienced a powerful orgasm while he continued to fuck her. The first big climax was followed by a series of little orgasms as she'd watched his cock continue to thrust in and out of her pussy.

"Hunhh... hunhhh... hunhhh..." He grunted, as his climax coursed through his loins. He pulled out just as his climax burst forth from his cock. She watched in awe and fascination as he spewed his semen all over her naked body. The first rope of semen had arced up and landed on her breasts; the subsequent ones had landed on her belly. The last few drops had fallen on her gaping cunt. Semen had oozed into her belly button and filled it up.

Although Kalpana wanted to experience the visual treat of Shyam's cock thrusting into her pussy, she had never expected him to cum all over her body. She felt deliciously dirty and slutty as semen oozing down her curves tickled her skin. To top it all, Shyam had walked on his knees to straddle her chest and positioned his half hard cock, smeared with their combined secretions before her face.

"Lo, chaat kar saaf karo mujhe!"

"Lick me clean!" He'd demanded.

She'd submissively proceeded to do just that, licking up semen matting his pubic hair, then proceeding to clean up his shaft. Finally she'd pulled back his foreskin and carefully licked up his cockhead. He'd fetched a napkin and mopped up the fluids from her torso. He'd then escorted her to the bathroom. They'd showered together, soaping up and rinsing off each other. He'd fingered her pussy and brought her to a mini climax while water flowed over their bodies....

She'd noticed the red hickey at the junction of her neck and shoulder as she towelled herself dry, facing the mirror. She'd felt no shame or embarrassment; instead she'd felt proud to carry the mark of Shyam's ownership of her body...

"Aakhir Sir ne stress buster aur confidence booster ka injection phir se laga hi diya!"

"So, Sir has administered his stress buster and confidence booster injection once again!" She giggled suddenly, drawing a puzzled look from Shyam. It was a thoroughly satiated, relaxed and confident Kalpana who strode jauntily off to meet Swati...

***

"Kya bataun, Didi! "Sir" ab poori tarah mujh par chha gaye hain! Mujhe khud pata nahi chala ke yeh sab kaise hua! Waqt bewaqt unhi ka khyal mere dil mein aata rehta hai. Unki koi bhi baat ko main mana nahi kar sakti. Balki, unka kaha poora karne mein mujhe bhi bahut sukh milta hai..."

"I don't know how it happened, Didi. But "Sir" has totally overwhelmed me... His memories come back at the oddest hours... I cannot refuse him anything... In fact, it gives me the greatest pleasure to make him happy, doing whatever he wishes..." Kalpana spoke slowly, with long pauses between sentences. Intentionally or otherwise, her chunni slipped, exposing the hickey on her neck to Swati's gaze.

Swati was pleased that Kalpana was willing to open up to her. Although she felt a slight twinge of jealousy when she saw the first direct evidence of Kalpana's intimacy with her Shyam, a wave of sympathy rose in her bosom for her predicament. She knew exactly how Kalpana must be feeling. She had herself been there, albeit a long time ago. In a spontaneous gesture, she wordlessly reached out and caressed Kalpana's face. Tears welled up in Kalpana's eyes and she wiped them with a tissue proffered by Swati. The two women silently shared a few intimate moments...

"Kya tumhare shauhar ko kuchh pata chala hai?"

"Has your hubby come to know anything?" Swati probed delicately. She was taken aback by Kalpana's response:

"Han. Woh sab kuchh jaante hain!"

"Yes. He knows everything!"

"Kya! Sachmuch?"

"What! Really?" Swati's hand flew to her bosom, trying to soothe her wildly beating heart.

"Ji! Maine kabhi bhi unse kuchh nahi chhipaya."

"Yes! I have never hidden anything from him." Kalpana whispered.

***

On the previous evening, she'd had a long conversation with hubby Kapil, who'd just returned from an extended tour. Although she had never hidden anything from Kapil at any time in their marriage, this talk had been unusually frank. She had told Kapil that while she loved him as much as before, and was content and happy with their marriage, her liaison with Shyam had reached a point where she was no longer in control of herself. She'd described how utterly Shyam dominated her and made her submit to his will, almost without trying. She'd described how much her body craved Shyam's touch and the heights of ecstasy he made her experience as she surrendered her body for him to do as he pleased. It was now up to "Sir" how long he wished for their liaison to continue, she'd told him.

Kapil was wracked with jealousy and anger as well as guilt as he heard Kalpana out. Jealousy and anger at the thought of another man possessing his wife's mind and enjoying her delectable body and guilt in the knowledge that it was he who had instigated her to start the affair, in the first place. Even at this stage, Kalpana would perhaps have backed away from Shyam, if only Kapil had commanded her to do so. But somehow, Kapil just could not summon up the necessary will or courage. Moreover, he felt betrayed by his body when a surge of arousal coursed through his loins as he pictured his wife submit to the lust of her dominating lover. In the past, he would simply have slaked his lust with his willing, dutiful wife. But now, he had held off, somehow hesitant to express himself. He had broken Kalpana's heart by not reacting as she'd expected...

Any residual hesitation, doubt and guilt about her illicit liaison she'd harboured till then had vanished from her thoughts. What was left was a simmering arousal and an urgent need to slake her sexual thirst as she knocked on Shyam's door, presenting herself at his suite at 8:30 AM that morning, obeying his instructions to the letter...

***

Swati listened with rapt attention as Kalpana narrated how her hubby Kapil had succeeded in planting the seeds of infidelity in her unreceptive mind, so that he could get an opportunity to indulge in guilt-free enjoyment of sex with other women by way of swapping with other couples. Unfortunately for him, things had gone awry. Kalpana, confused and vulnerable because of Kapil's prodding and instigation, had in a moment of weakness succumbed to the charismatic personality of Shyam Belekar, the powerful boss of Trident...

Slowly, but surely and steadily Swati's anger mounted as she silently digested what she was hearing from Kalpana.

"Bada bewaqoof, khudgarz aur nikamma mard hai tera! Apni hawas ko bujhane ke liye apni sundar aur susheel patni ko usne iss tarah kissi gair mard ki bahonmein jhonk diya!"

"How foolish and irresponsible! What a selfish and worthless man! How could your hubby push his beautiful and chaste wife in the arms of another man, just to slake his own lust?" Swati shook her head in disbelief. Her face blanched and her lips trembled. Kalpana burst into a fresh bout of tears and sympathetic tears welled up in Swati's eyes too. Kalpana weakly tried to defend Kapil, but Swati would have none of it.

"Yeh sab mard ek jaise hote hain. Inki soch mein ek achhi, susheel patni ki koi keemat nahi hai. Khud ki khushi ke liye woh kuchh bhi kar sakte hain!"

"Men are all alike! They have no appreciation for a good, faithful wife. They'll do anything just to satisfy their own lust!" Swati fumed. Even in her benumbed state of mind, Kalpana understood that Swati's anger was not really directed at Kapil. It was welling up because of Swati's own traumatic life experiences. It was now Kalpana's turn to clasp Swati's hand and comfort her...

Over the next hour, they shared some of the most intimate details of their lives, speaking in low voices, interspersed with long silences. The food lay almost untouched before them. Kalpana came to appreciate what Swati had gone through: How after a wonderful romance and a fairy tale wedding, things had started going downhill when her husband's roving eye and a predilection for alcohol had gotten the better of his good sense, eventually turning him into an alcoholic and a womanizer who no longer bothered to hide his affairs from Swati. Swati's life had become a long, living nightmare that had ended only when her husband had died prematurely, after a long, debilitating illness. His was perhaps one of the first deaths in India caused by HIV / AIDS. Swati owed her life to the fact that she had stopped cohabiting with her hubby when his persistent womanizing had become obvious. Fortunately for her, he hadn't caught any bugs till then...

***

"Kya Shyam ne tumhara test karwaya?"

"Has Shyam gotten your tests done?" Swati queried. It took a while for Kalpana to realise that Swati was talking about tests for STDs.

"Ji? Nahi... Iske barey mein koi baat nahi hui."

"What? No... We've never talked about it." Kalpana whispered.

Swati rolled her eyes in horror. This was most unlike Shyam, who was otherwise very meticulous and particular about getting himself and his partners tested for STDs at regular intervals. "He's getting careless. Or maybe he knows something about this girl that I don't." Swati thought. "He needs to be pulled up!"

Kalpana on the other hand was sanguine. She knew that she and her hubby Kapil were both clean. And she just knew that her beloved "Sir" would never endanger her safety. She made a mental note to get herself tested and give the reports to "Sir", just to assure him that he was safe with her...

Shyam had in fact been careless, when he had first fucked Kalpana before the presentation, during her menstrual period. Then, his lust had overcome his common sense. He was not a person given to brooding over his past mistakes; he just made sure he didn't repeat them. On his next encounter he'd been prepared to wear a condom, but Kalpana had told him about her allergy to latex and that she was on the pill. He knew for sure that he was clean; and the fact that she was willing to trust him had been sufficient for him to trust her. Besides, the pleasure of bareback sex with a lusty, hot woman young enough to be his daughter had overcome any niggling doubts... The truth was that they were both extremely lucky.

***

On her way home, Kalpana mulled over her interaction with Swati. Although Swati had displayed barely disguised contempt for Kapil for his depravity, Kalpana still rooted for her hubby. She knew that he was basically a good human being -- jolly, cheerful, sensitive, kind, a great father and a loving husband, apart from being highly educated, holding a good job, and being an excellent provider for the family. If only he hadn't developed this peculiar kink of wanting to have sex with other partners, things would have been just great! He was also faithful to her. If he had really wanted, he could simply have cheated on Kalpana, but hadn't. She slowly became convinced that she needed to do something to help Kapil get what he craved -- sex with another woman. Although she hated the idea, she knew that she didn't have the moral right to withhold this from Kapil. After all, wasn't she too getting the utmost pleasure in the arms of her lover?

What Kalpana and perhaps even Kapil didn't realise at that point was that although Kapil would probably have been happy to have sex with another woman, that wasn't what he really craved. His real kink was in wanting to share his wife with other men... Be that as it may, Kalpana started to think about women who might possibly fit the bill -- someone who might be looking for a no-strings-attached fling, reasonably attractive but at the same time not so hot that she might steal Kapil from her! She was very possessive and would never countenance losing her husband to another woman. Then suddenly, she realised that a likely candidate was hiding in plain sight before her!

To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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

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

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

Your vote and constructive feedback is appreciated.

I urge my readers to read Ch. 01 to Ch. 08 for the sake of continuity.

***

On her way home after her lunch meeting with Swati, Kalpana was in a thoughtful, sombre mood. She had found a sympathetic, mature and understanding interlocutor in Swati. Kalpana had felt a huge burden lift off her shoulders after having confessed all her travails to her. Although she had been hurt and saddened by Swati's barely disguised contempt for her husband Kapil, it had forced her to confront the reality that Kapil's cravings that had driven her into "Sir's" arms were in fact abnormal, kinky and depraved.

Even so, Kalpana still rooted for her hubby. She knew that he was basically a good human being -- jolly, cheerful, sensitive, kind, a great father, a loving husband and an excellent provider. She knew that she would have to do whatever it took to preserve their marriage. Her first priority was to get Kapil out of his sulk and get him talking again. During their long married life, they had always been able to re-connect, even after (very rarely) having had big fights. Their strong mutual sexual attraction had played a very important part in this. In fact they used to joke that the joy of make-up sex was well worth a fight!

This time it was different, though. Kapil had been wracked with jealousy, anger and guilt as Kalpana had described how "Sir" had made her his plaything, using her to quench his lust but at the same time making her crave his touch and experience heights of ecstasy, and persuade her to willingly surrender her body for him to do as he pleased. Although a surge of arousal had coursed through Kapil's loins as he'd heard Kalpana out, he had for some reason hesitated to slake his lust with her there and then. He'd not even tried to stop her from meeting her lover anymore, as she had half expected him to do. Kalpana was really worried now...

***

Silence greeted Kalpana as she entered their apartment. Her kids and mother-in-law had gone over to a friend's place for a Pooja (religious function). Kapil had perhaps stepped out on an errand. She undressed and had a nice, long shower after throwing her clothes in the laundry hamper. She didn't want to leave even a trace of "Sir's" scent on her body for Kapil's sensitive nose to pick up. She didn't want to provoke another jealous tirade from him. She wore only her bra and panties as she sat in front of the dresser mirror, brushing her long hair.

"No wonder men find me so attractive!" She mused as she looked at the reflection of her plump, shapely, sexy body in the mirror. Hubby Kapil had told her innumerable times how sexy she was. She'd also been occasionally propositioned by a few acquaintances and Kapil's friends, much to her annoyance. Lurking under her annoyance however, she had always felt a subtle thrill of pleasure, to be recognized as a desirable woman by men other than her hubby. But above all, she felt proud that she had been able to awaken the libido and hold the interest of a powerful, worldly man old enough to be her father. And that too, without even trying!

""Sir" toh ab mujhpar poori tarah se lattoo ho chuke hain!"

" "Sir" is now totally besotted with me!" She told herself. A shiver ran through her and her nipples tightened as she imagined "Sir's" fingers caressing her curves...

She casually wondered which other women staffers "Sir" might be attracted to. She knew that women generally found him to be quite attractive and several younger women in the office had in fact expressed an interest in having a fling with him, if only jokingly. She pictured her colleagues one by one, pairing them up with "Sir"...

No... no... no... She rejected most of the women; they didn't have what it took to be worthy of "Sir's" attention, she thought. She then remembered Shehla...

"H'm! That's somebody "Sir" might take an interest in!" She thought. She felt a twinge of jealousy as she imagined Shehla in his arms but immediately banished the thought. She knew she had no rights over "Sir", that he was free to seduce any woman he fancied. She wondered how long Shehla would be able to resist his charm if "Sir" indeed decided to pursue her. She had little doubt that he would succeed in seducing Shehla if he so chose, just as he had succeeded with herself...

***

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 the 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. She 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 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 after a couple of weeks had passed. 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 talked 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 in her apartment. 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 hue unse mil ke?"

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

"Koi chheh mahine hue."

"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 main 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... She 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 main 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...

***

Kalpana crashed out of her reverie as she heard the bedroom door click open. She turned and saw Kapil looking at her, framed by the bedroom door. Her torso was bathed in light from the dresser lamp.

"Yeh kaisa daag hai tumhare badan par?"

"What's that mark on your body?" Kapil asked as he closed the distance between them. He ran a finger on the hickey at the junction of her neck and shoulder.

"Hey Bhagwan!"

"Oh God!" She thought to herself. She'd been caught by surprise, having forgotten all about it. All thoughts of avoiding another confrontation with Kapil went out the window and she impulsively brazened it out:

"Wohi jo tum soch rahe ho."

"It's exactly what you think it is." She stared provocatively into his eyes. After all, this merely was physical evidence confirming what Kapil very well knew was going on between his wife and "Sir".

"Kya aaj phir mili tum usse?"

"Did you meet him again today?" Kapil was astonished.

"Ji. Swatiji ko milne se pehle unhone mujhe unse milne ko kaha tha!"

"Yes. He'd asked me to meet him before I met Swati!" Kapil of course already knew about her plan to meet Swati for lunch.

"Achha! Toh yeh baat hai! Toh batao aaj kya kya kiya tumhare yaar ne tumhare saath?"

"Oh I see! So tell me, what did your lover do with you today?" She could smell his arousal and see it in his eyes.

"Dikhati hoon!"

"I'll show you!" Kalpana rushed into Kapil's arms and gave him an open mouthed kiss, rubbing her bra clad breasts against his chest.

"Ruko ek minute!"

"Wait a minute!" Kapil growled. He switched on the overhead lamp, flooding the bedroom with bright light.

"Tumhe apne Sir se din dahade sab karwane mein maza aata hai na? Toh merey sath andhere mein kyon? Ab main bhi poori roshni mein tumhara maza loonga!"

"You love to let your "Sir" do you in daylight, don't you? Then why should I do it in the dark? I too am going to enjoy you in bright light!"

Her hand reached down and started stroking his already hard cock. She slid to her knees, her face level with his crotch. She undid his belt, opened his trousers and slid his shorts down his legs, exposing his hard, wet cock.

"Chooso mujhe!"

"Suck me!"

She leaned into his crotch, holding his shaft and taking his cock head into her mouth. Her loose hair fell forward and hid her face and his crotch from view. Kapil angrily gathered her hair in his fist and yanked it back. Her full lips wrapped around his hard cock came into view in the bright light. Her gaze locked into his eyes and she started tonguing his cockhead. He responded by fucking her mouth in quick, shallow but powerful thrusts of his hips.

Having re-asserted his right to do with her as he pleased, he stripped off her bra and panties and threw her across the bed. He then took off his remaining clothes and loomed over her, his hard cock shining with her saliva. Her pussy became wet as she eyed her hubby ready once again to fuck her, his earlier reticence and hesitation forgotten. With ease and familiarity perfected over years of a happy marriage, she welcomed his cock in her wet pussy. She closed her eyes and sighed pleasurably, spread eagled helplessly under Kapil's strong body, taking the hard pounding he was delivering with his blunt cock. The hickey had done what Kalpana hadn't earlier been able to do: re-ignite in Kapil the will to assert his right over her! Kapil continued to punish her with hard, deep thrusts, taking out all his pent up anger and frustrations and slaking his lust until he finally climaxed hard and ejaculated deep inside her.

Kalpana felt so satiated and relaxed, she almost felt she was floating on air. Not only had her hubby made her cum, the act had once again re-established the deep and intimate bond between them. Husband and wife continued to exchange intimate pillow talk, something they hadn't done for a long while. The ever present shadow of "Sir" looming over them was banished, at least temporarily...

"Kitne malpue khilaye maine tumhe?"

"How many times did I make you cum?" Kapil queried.

"Bahut saare!"

"Many times!" Kalpana blushed happily.

"Sach bataun Kapil, mujhe tumse jyada aur koi nahi bhaata. Shuru se main tumhari hoon aur aakhir tak tumhari hi rahungi."

"To tell you the truth Kapil, I love you above everyone else. I have been yours from the beginning and I'll remain yours till the end." She whispered.

"Main sabse jyada khush hoti hoon jab tum mujhpar apna haq jatate ho... jab tum mujhe apne badan ke neeche raund dalte ho!"

"I am happiest when you assert your right over me... when you crush me under your body!" She continued.

"Apni hawas ko bujhana hai aur kissi ke saath toh theek hai. Lekin kabhi mujhse door mat jaana. Kabhi mujhe bhi tumse door mat hone dena!"

"I'll understand if you want to satisfy your lust with someone else. But never leave me. Never let me leave you!" She murmured. She'd re-opened the issue between them that had ultimately precipitated her entanglement with "Sir". Kapil listened in silence.

"Agar maine kisi doosri ladki se ishq kiya toh bhi tum mujhse naraz nahi hogi?"

"Won't you be angry with me if I were to love another girl?" He asked after some hesitation.

"Kyon nahi naraz houngi? Jarur houngi! Merey Kapil ko mujhse door karne ki kissine koshish ki toh main uski aanken noch loongi!"

"Why won't I be angry? Of course I'll be angry! If anyone tries to take my Kapil away from me, I'll gouge her eyes out!" Kalpana responded spiritedly. Kapil was taken aback.

"Han, lekin apne mann ki murad poori karne ke liye, tumne kissi ladki ko pataakar aur uski bhi marzi se usko bhoga toh main bura nahi manungi! Lekin aisa rishta sirf jismani bhookh mitane ke liye hona chahiye. Ussme koi pyar ya mohabbat ki bhanak tak nahi honi chahiye!"

"But, to satisfy your cravings, if you were to persuade a girl to willingly have sex with you, then I won't mind if you were to slake your lust with her. But such a relationship should be strictly to satisfy your lust. There must not be even a hint of emotional entanglement!" Kalpana clarified.

Kalpana had finally given up her earlier insistence that Kapil's desire for sex with another woman could only be satisfied by way of a swap with another couple. Although she hated the idea of her hubby becoming intimate with another woman, Kalpana had nevertheless given Kapil a hall pass to go ahead. She knew that she didn't have the moral right to withhold this from him. After all, hadn't she become intimate with another man and wasn't she getting the utmost pleasure in the arms of her lover? Once Kapil got what he craved, it would bring their marriage on an even keel, she thought.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Aur haan. Kissi bholi, nadaan kunwari ladki ko apne jaal mein mat phasana. Agar yeh sab kuchh karna hi hai toh ek samajhdar aur mature aurat ko khojo, jo tumhare saath khushi se karne ko taiyar ho!"

"Another thing. Don't try to seduce trusting, naïve, single girls. If you really want to do it, look for a mature, understanding woman who might be willing to do it with you!" She laid down some ground rules. Kapil was after all a personable man and she had seen many young girls in their circle of neighbours and acquaintances casting admiring glances at him...

They were alerted by the sound of the front door of the apartment opening and Kapil jumped up hurriedly to shut the bedroom door while Kalpana scurried into the bathroom. Kapil quickly dressed and went out to greet his mother and children. Kalpana followed a few minutes later, once again dressed prim and proper, with not a hair out of place...

***

"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 distract your mind too!" Kalpana invited her a couple of days later when they met at the Trident office. After some hesitation, Shehla accepted her invitation...

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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

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

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

Your vote and constructive feedback is appreciated.

I urge my readers to read Ch. 01 to Ch. 09 for the sake of continuity.

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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. She was grateful for Kalpana's 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. She asked what she could bring to contribute to the gathering but Kalpana cheerfully told her to just bring her sweet self...

The discovery of a hickey left by her lover on Kalpana's body had quickly aroused Kapil and precipitated a passionate bout of lovemaking between them. It had washed away weeks of accumulated tension between husband and wife. It had also provided him an ideal opportunity to demand that she must stop meeting her lover. Any normal hubby wanting to mend their marriage would have done that. But in the heart of his hearts, Kapil perhaps wanted Kalpana's involvement with her lover to continue, in spite of the bouts of jealous rage that he suffered. He was in fact very happy at how things had turned out between them. He decided to make full use of the hall pass Kalpana had given him, wondering how to go about looking for the right woman to snare. He turned to several dating websites he knew of. He was no longer constrained to look only for couples to swap partners with. He decided to create a fresh profile that would appeal to women looking for a short term relationship. The idea of chatting up an actual, flesh and blood woman never crossed his mind...

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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 an undergraduate 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. She'd 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. She 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. 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.

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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 it 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...

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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...

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