21-01-2019, 12:43 PM
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Sameera was worried. What had started off an a harmless ploy to pass time was now acquiring concrete shape. Due to the busy schedule of her husband, she had found plenty of time on her hands. Literotica had provided a welcome release. Its daily quota of stories dealing with various topics and wonderfully erotic situations in which the main characters found themselves fascinated her tremendously. The stories of one particular author interested her tremendously. He was an Indian based in Chandigarh. Though his stories dealt with sex in non consensual situations, she found his style of writing to be very attractive.
One day she had written to him suggesting certain changes in the stories. To her surprise she received a reply and his reply was so very gentle. He wrote that he respected her decision and even permitted her to carry out the changes and to post the story again on the site with herself as the author. She was hesitant. Did this not amount to plagiarizing? Was it ethical to take someone else’s creation and to publicize it as one’s own? The Chandigarh based person whose name turned out to be Dileep was in no mood to listen to all this. He virtually forced her to post the story as her own. He also gave her his mobile number. There was no pressure from his side. If ever, ever she felt like ringing him up she was most welcome to do so.
Sameera was well read. She knew that friendships that were struck on the Internet were invariably doomed. People presented themselves to be what they were not. All the men were handsome hunks, bristling with muscles and oozing charm. All the women were oh-so-sexy. Still she could not resist calling him up when her husband was away for a two month training programme.
He was so gentle, so courteous. He sent her his photograph over E mail and told her that the discretion to send her photo was entirely hers. She felt that it would be perhaps impolite not to reciprocate in the same vein, and so she had sent her photograph as well. Dileep was effusive in his praise. His E mails grew longer and longer. And more and more ribald. He told her in the gentlest possible language how he would like to be in bed with her, to kiss her breasts and to make love to her. Yes, he did know that she was married but he found her to be so interesting. What could he do? Would she permit him? Of course not, she had replied. After all, this was unthinkable with one whom she knew so little about.
And then one day he had told her that he would be visiting the town she was staying in due to some official work of his.She did not know whether it was actually any official work or whether this was just a ploy that he had devised to meet her.
“Sameera, I will be staying in The Oberoi. That is quite respectable. No eyebrows will be raised if you come to meet me.I promise you that I will not even touch you if you even shake your head. But, please do not disappoint me.”
This was preposterous, Sameera thought. This man Dileep was behaving like a jilted lover. Like someone whom she had known for years. She had flatly told him that a visit to the hotel was out of question. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer. The responsibility for arranging a meeting lay with her only, he said.
Sameera had very mixed feelings. She felt like a teenager on her maiden affair. What to do? Ultimately she again spoke to Dileep. She would tell her husband Rehan that Dileep was the husband of her friend and that she had once stayed with them in Chandigarh and that she wanted to invite him over for dinner. Dileep did not sound very enthusiastic.
“Sameera, if you invite me for dinner, even your husband will be there. Suppose, just suppose he suspects something.?” Dileep said.
“First of all, you leave all that to me. And this is going to be our first meeting. Inviting you over to my house is any day preferable to my going over to your hotel. That would seem extremely surreptitious.” Sameera replied in an exasperated tone.
“Okay. Ultimately you are the best judge.I just hope that you are not thinking me to be a bore or someone whom you actually don’t want to meet. In that case, just say so and you won’t hear from me ever again.” Dileep said.
But she did not say that she did not want to meet him. So finally this was agreed upon. Dileep would be coming to their town and staying in The Oberoi as per programme. However he would be their guest for dinner and would be spending about two hours with her and her husband. He was frank enough to say that he would be on the lookout for opportunities to make love to her but she laughed away these intentions of his.How could that be possible with Rehan around?
“Love.” She decided to speak to Rehan as they were lying in bed. Even after so many years of marriage she always slept nude.And this excited Rehan no end.Even if they did not make love. Rehan would make a long face if she as much as even mentioned that she would be sleeping in a nightie.
“Yes?” Rehan said.
“There was a friend of mine in the university. One girl called Kavita. She has been married and is now staying in Chandigarh. Her husband is coming here day after tomorrow.I have once stayed with Kavita and was therefore thinking of inviting him over for dinner.” She said.
Rehan kept down the magazine that he was engrossed in. “ Why do you ask? This house is as much yours as it is mine. If you wish to invite him over, do so.” He said planting a playful kiss on her nipple.
Sameera thanked God and heaved a sigh of relief. Secretly she somehow felt relieved that Rehan too would be there when Dileep came visiting. However next morning Rehan telephoned from the office to tell her that there were some chances that he might not be available for dinner when Dileep came. Sameera felt her heart sinking. She desperately wanted Rehan to be present.
“Rehan, please. Why don’t you make some other arrangements? Someone else should do the job that you are supposed to do?” she pleaded.
“Sameera,what is the matter? Relax! If need be I won’t go but why are you so tense? This will not be the first time somebody is coming to our house for dinner. Moreover, even if I am not there you can talk a lot. About your friend naturally.” Rehan replied.
One day she had written to him suggesting certain changes in the stories. To her surprise she received a reply and his reply was so very gentle. He wrote that he respected her decision and even permitted her to carry out the changes and to post the story again on the site with herself as the author. She was hesitant. Did this not amount to plagiarizing? Was it ethical to take someone else’s creation and to publicize it as one’s own? The Chandigarh based person whose name turned out to be Dileep was in no mood to listen to all this. He virtually forced her to post the story as her own. He also gave her his mobile number. There was no pressure from his side. If ever, ever she felt like ringing him up she was most welcome to do so.
Sameera was well read. She knew that friendships that were struck on the Internet were invariably doomed. People presented themselves to be what they were not. All the men were handsome hunks, bristling with muscles and oozing charm. All the women were oh-so-sexy. Still she could not resist calling him up when her husband was away for a two month training programme.
He was so gentle, so courteous. He sent her his photograph over E mail and told her that the discretion to send her photo was entirely hers. She felt that it would be perhaps impolite not to reciprocate in the same vein, and so she had sent her photograph as well. Dileep was effusive in his praise. His E mails grew longer and longer. And more and more ribald. He told her in the gentlest possible language how he would like to be in bed with her, to kiss her breasts and to make love to her. Yes, he did know that she was married but he found her to be so interesting. What could he do? Would she permit him? Of course not, she had replied. After all, this was unthinkable with one whom she knew so little about.
And then one day he had told her that he would be visiting the town she was staying in due to some official work of his.She did not know whether it was actually any official work or whether this was just a ploy that he had devised to meet her.
“Sameera, I will be staying in The Oberoi. That is quite respectable. No eyebrows will be raised if you come to meet me.I promise you that I will not even touch you if you even shake your head. But, please do not disappoint me.”
This was preposterous, Sameera thought. This man Dileep was behaving like a jilted lover. Like someone whom she had known for years. She had flatly told him that a visit to the hotel was out of question. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer. The responsibility for arranging a meeting lay with her only, he said.
Sameera had very mixed feelings. She felt like a teenager on her maiden affair. What to do? Ultimately she again spoke to Dileep. She would tell her husband Rehan that Dileep was the husband of her friend and that she had once stayed with them in Chandigarh and that she wanted to invite him over for dinner. Dileep did not sound very enthusiastic.
“Sameera, if you invite me for dinner, even your husband will be there. Suppose, just suppose he suspects something.?” Dileep said.
“First of all, you leave all that to me. And this is going to be our first meeting. Inviting you over to my house is any day preferable to my going over to your hotel. That would seem extremely surreptitious.” Sameera replied in an exasperated tone.
“Okay. Ultimately you are the best judge.I just hope that you are not thinking me to be a bore or someone whom you actually don’t want to meet. In that case, just say so and you won’t hear from me ever again.” Dileep said.
But she did not say that she did not want to meet him. So finally this was agreed upon. Dileep would be coming to their town and staying in The Oberoi as per programme. However he would be their guest for dinner and would be spending about two hours with her and her husband. He was frank enough to say that he would be on the lookout for opportunities to make love to her but she laughed away these intentions of his.How could that be possible with Rehan around?
“Love.” She decided to speak to Rehan as they were lying in bed. Even after so many years of marriage she always slept nude.And this excited Rehan no end.Even if they did not make love. Rehan would make a long face if she as much as even mentioned that she would be sleeping in a nightie.
“Yes?” Rehan said.
“There was a friend of mine in the university. One girl called Kavita. She has been married and is now staying in Chandigarh. Her husband is coming here day after tomorrow.I have once stayed with Kavita and was therefore thinking of inviting him over for dinner.” She said.
Rehan kept down the magazine that he was engrossed in. “ Why do you ask? This house is as much yours as it is mine. If you wish to invite him over, do so.” He said planting a playful kiss on her nipple.
Sameera thanked God and heaved a sigh of relief. Secretly she somehow felt relieved that Rehan too would be there when Dileep came visiting. However next morning Rehan telephoned from the office to tell her that there were some chances that he might not be available for dinner when Dileep came. Sameera felt her heart sinking. She desperately wanted Rehan to be present.
“Rehan, please. Why don’t you make some other arrangements? Someone else should do the job that you are supposed to do?” she pleaded.
“Sameera,what is the matter? Relax! If need be I won’t go but why are you so tense? This will not be the first time somebody is coming to our house for dinner. Moreover, even if I am not there you can talk a lot. About your friend naturally.” Rehan replied.
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