Misc. Erotica The Hunt - (A Wife's Adultery Love Story)

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CHAPTER 31: A WOMAN IS WHAT SHE IS BECAUSE OF HER WOMB 
 
PART 1: CHROMOSOME 6
 
Dr.Parveen nods her head in utter frustration "For the last time Rahul. You are not going bald alright!!!."
 
Rahul objects, "Yes, I am. Look at this. Now girls will not look at me. Do something. Now they will think I am not a man. They will think I am impotent." showing her the hair HARSH(the security guard) forcefully plucked from his scalp.
 
Dr.Parveen slams her forehead, "Oh Stop it!!! Your Dad has male pattern baldness. So even if you inherit it, that does not mean that you are impotent. Pattern baldness has nothing to do with impotence. On the other hand, women's hair tells a lot about our fertility, though. Who do you think women take great care of their hair."
 
Rahul expresses his fake curiosity, "Oh yeah?"
 
Dr Parveen makes a face, "Yes ..Women are attracted to different things in men."
 
Rahul asks, "Like what?"
 
Dr.Parveen answers, "Like..... Like....Like Your body odour for example."
 
Rahul presses his lips in disappointment. "Oh, I heard about this one. The strong musky, masculine smell."
 
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Shilpa is lying on Ashish's kingsize bed wearing the panty he had taken from her as a trophy yesterday while one of her arms covering her boobs. She can tell the panty is washed. The paper which was stuck on it with the help of her juice had been removed.
 
Shilpa imagined he would just toss her body on his bed and ravish her in any way possible, but none of her fears became true. Instead, she finds him right beside her, in a sideways posture, and minutely scrutinizing her face.
 
Shilpa wonders without looking at him.
***What do you see?!! Please tell me. My Gosh!!! Do I look good? I need my eyeliner. My lips, are those properly glossed? I have a light tiny spot mark beside my nose. Can he see that? I look ugly, don't I? What if he finds me unattractive?What if .....****
 
She is tensed and self-conscious as Ashish silently studies her. Both are mesmerized by each other, afraid to even touch their fingers as if it would create sparks out of thin air, such torrid natured their attraction is.
 
First, they liked their skins which made them curious about their minds, and when they start liking their minds, they again come back loving their skins.
 
Ashish breaks the silence "What are you thinking?" watching her play with her hair.
 
Shilpa replies "I was dreaming."
 
Ashish smiles "We are dreams already."
 
A beautiful jovial smile brightens Shilpa's face, but she is too overjoyed to express herself.
 
He can sense her edginess.
 
Ashish assures her casually, "Don't worry, I am not going to fuck you right now."
 
Shilpa rolls her eyes ****There you go. The jerk has returned. Talking without the filter of decency in his mouth***
 
She cavils "Good. I don't want you to, anyway. But why, though?"
 
Ashish smiles, listening to her lie but quenches her curiosity by saying, "Cause your cuck husband did not give me permission."
 
Shilpa sneezes. "Oh!! That's why." frustration was dripping from her tone.
 
Ashish smirks, "I was joking. I don't care what your husband wants. Don't take it personally, though. I don't care much about anything or anyone per se."
 
She is utterly disappointed. To her, that sounded like a lame attempt to show off his manliness when he noticed her disappointment and her tongue does not hold back, "A lion never asks; he just takes what he wants."
 
Ashish is amused, looking at Shilpa's frustrated face, she looks breathtakingly beautiful even without makeup "I am not a Lion. The real reason I am not going to fuck you cause a couple of hours ago someone else forced himself upon you. I can not even fathom what you must be feeling right now."
 
Shilpa's heart melts *****He is a jerk. There is no question about that. He still saying 'fuck'.But boy !! who knew the jerk had a caring side .***
 
She softly responds, touching his chest over his shirt with her hand "I did not know you are a gentleman. You dress like one, though." 
She wants to avoid the 'HARSH TOPIC' altogether.****At least he is letting me touch him. That's an improvement***
 
Ashish put on the infallible smile across his lips, which always makes Shilpa weak and replies, "I am not, and you know it."
 
Shilpa blushes, the hand which she had on his shirt slides between the buttons to touch his skin, and she could not help but to draw 
her body closer to him while still covering her boobs, and her voice trembled as she speaks "What going to happen to me?"
 
Ashish grabs her both hands, looking into her eyes and detach those from their respective places, pinning those above Shilpa's head and whispers, "You know what going to happen to you. You have known it for quite a while. That's why you send me the picture of choker lingerie."
 
They are dangerously close to each other, Shilpa is hyperventilating, her lips quiver as she responds meekly "I am scared."
 
Ashish leaves her hands and put his hand below her neck "You should be afraid. You should run for the hills."
 
Shilpa's mouth gradually opens; she does not realize she is sticking out her tongue and gasping for a kiss.
 
When she does realize it and could not take the embarrassment or the overwhelming effects of Ashish's presence, she tries to pull away.
 
But it seemed like Ashish already anticipated this celerity beforehand. His hand below her neck force her head to stay in place while his lips devour her greedy lips granting the coziness she was craving for melting away her rigidity.
 

 
 
They both taste each other, and they both conclude that they have been starving, although the kiss was brief.
 
Shilpa buries her face inside his chest, murmuring, "I am so scared of you. So scared...." her words get lost when surprisingly she felt so safe in his arms and Ashish felt peace, outwardly peace.
 
Ashish holds her in his arms, feeling Shilpa nibbling on his chest and fumbling, "You smell so nice...God!!! Insanely good...mmpphhh...I have never smelled anything this good...so wild..."
 
She snuggles, tearing button of his shirt, rubbing her nose on his broad chest. The scent of his body making her wild, it's bringing out a raw hunger inside of her. 
Ashish growls, feeling a twinge on his chest as Shilpa bites the skin there intoxicated by his body odour while Shilpa's naked boobs get smashed over his body.
He straightens her up from pulling her away from his chest; she was drooling, biting, and scratching all over there.
 
 Shilpa snarls ferociously as Ashish deprived her pinioning her hands on the pillow, and a dolorous expression shades her face.
 
She apologizes, "Sorry....I don't know what got into me..."
 
Ashish smiles, "You are wild and very, very greedy."
 
Shilpa bites her lips and looks away in shame stating " You smell so delicious. Like leather." then she adds "May be because smells are directly connected to memory "
 
Ashish teases her listening to her excuses "I see."
 
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Dr.Parveen bursts into laughter. "Who told you that horseshit?!!!"
 
Rahul hesitantly replies, "Well, that kinda body odour is considered more masculine......"
 
Dr.Parveen chimes in "MAJOR HISTOCOMPATIBILITY COMPLEX or MHC. Ever heard of it?"
 
Rahul nods, "Nope."
 
Dr.Parveen says, "Then listen up. The genes which are responsible for fighting bacteria and viruses are located within MHC, which is in chromosome 6."
 
Rahul asks, "So?"
 
Dr.Parveen proudly smiles, "We women can smell MHC genes on a male. If your body odour is good, that means your MHC gene pool is different from us, and if it's funny-smelling, that means you got almost similar to not so different sets of  MHC gene pool in that particular woman."
 
Rahul asks, "Ok. But what does it mean?"
 
Dr.Parveen informs, "Meaning Women want complementary MHC genes in a male prospect so that the future child would bear a better functioning immune system to fight off as many as maladies as possible."
 
Rahul gets her point "So, in a nutshell, the male's MHC genes must be as different as possible from the female. If he does not, then, she can sense it through smell without knowing the real reason, ofcourse."
 
Dr.Parveen concurs, "Correct. That is the main reason incest is forbidden as the siblings or the parents got the same pool of MHC genes meaning the incestuous child is vulnerable to diseases. It has nothing to do with strong male shit or whatever.hygene is a major factor, though."
 
Rahul replies lying, "I need to check it with my girlfriend."
 
Dr.Parveen smiles, "If she is madly affected by your body odour that means only one thing -She wants to make babies with you, which is a very good sign. She would not cheat on with you in the future. Well, the possibility of cheating is less in such a relationship considering no other foreign variables are involved."
 
Rahul is curious, "What else? is the attraction is all about making babies? Does it have anything to do with Love?"
 
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Ashish looks at the rise and fall of Shilpa's undulating boobs wickedly but does not touch those and asks "Tell me what memory my smell brings in your head?"
 
She can't stand the sexual pressure, and as always Ashish is toying with her, when other men can't wait to touch her, he takes his time, dismissing Shilpa's high value and simultaneously raising his own worth in Shilpa's eyes. That just turns on Shilpa much more. She becomes willing to invest more effort in seducing him. He makes her work.
 
 Shilpa pouts, "A recent one. You did not mention love when you explained what rules the world when we were punishing that scum Harsh."
Ashish touches her face setting it on flames and releases her hands, "I don't believe love rules the world."
Shilpa's one hand is securing the nudity of her boobs now, and another hand is busy in fidgeting as she grumbles, "I think love rules the world."
 
Ashish rubs her face gently, making Shilpa melt as he softly speaks, "In my opinion, love is a motivator. It all starts with love. Then everything falls apart, and other things replace it."
 
Shilpa can't concentrate ***He is utterly gorgeous. My god, i am going to chew those lips.*** but she finds no courage in her.
She lifts her finger and draws an imaginary division along the line of his forehead and nose.
 
Ashish smirks smugly watching her getting lost playing with his face.
 
Shilpa blushes, Her frail voice insists, "Explain please."
 
Ashish is also lost in her beauty while savoring the rosiness he created on her cheeks and unapologetically announces, "Look at those cheekbones !!! So high."
 
And Shilpa blushes hard, hearing a simple fact about her face which she had known since her teenhood.
 
Ashish's finger traces her bone structure, his thumb presses hard as he professes his desire "I would very much like to slap it red just to ruin something so perfect." and that just fills Shilpa's eyes with horror.
 
Judging by his dark eyes and the steel in his voice, she does not doubt that he would definitely abuse her.
 
His lips came down on hers, drawing out the fear from her quivering lips, relaxing her tensed facial muscles, making her whimper under his prowling lips.
 
He leaves her breathless and shaking.
 
"But I could never do that." Ashish confesses, "Not in this lifetime or in another." and plants kisses on her eyes making Shilpa smile gleefully.
 

 
 
That makes Shilpa's heart skip, enticing an animalistic urge inside a man she likes and then watching him control that urge just for her shake, the amount of will power she is inspiring in him is so sexy from her vantage point.
*****He does care about me then***
 
Shilpa clears her throat, "You were saying?"
 
Ashish's fingers come down on her lips, tracing it's the malleable pattern as he murmurs, "Yes, what was I saying?"
 
Shilpa gasps under his fingers and weakly answers, "About love. I am just...curious...what views you hold about romance. Nothing more"
Ashish is equally uncomfortable discussing this with her and quickly responds, "Yes ...ofcourse...I understand."
 
The first time Shilpa noticed he could not meet her eyes. He is always so confident with her, he can tell her 'how he can fuck her' in a heartbeat, but talking about romance scares him shitless.
 
Shilpa raises an eyebrow "So?!!".
 
Ashish answers her, never leaving her face, "You love something. Then you try to protect it." his fingers smoothen her porcelain soft skin feeling the little tremors.
 
Shilpa's voice trembles, "And?"
 
Ashish's hand travel to her forehand and start stroking her hair gently, making her eyelids close in soothing sensation ****This is unreal.***
 
He explains "And others get jealous about the thing you love. They might hate the thing you love or disregard its significance. Fear enters the scene and brings a plethora of other emotions along with it. Then you forget it all started with love." 
 
Shilpa does not like the answer at all, and her eyes popped open she sees two intense eyes looking back into her with admiration.
 
She responds the only way she could, by closing the pair of lips which just spoke such horrible words with her own lips.
 
The kiss was longer than the previous one; each one of them did not want the other to prevail. It was a battle.
 
Shilpa loses soon to Ashish's high spirited torment, she might have started the kiss, but she finds her lips open, welcoming his invasion.
Like an eager explorer, Ashish's sleek, long tongue touches every corner of Shilpa's warm mouth.
 
Shilpa moans "mmpphhhh" and breaks the kiss panting. It was getting too much for her. The passion they had for each other is already starting to show.
 
Ashish is pleased, looking at her flushed cheeks. The look on her face is telling him that she is surprised by the series of wild sparks he created inside of her.
 
Shilpa is afraid in reality. Very afraid. She can tell if she dives in this flame, she is never getting out, neither she can overcome it. It's an all-consuming sensation. Nothing matters to her now when she is with him.
 
Ashish calms her face by stroking her cheeks "You disagree."
 
Shilpa finds herself rubbing her cheeks on his large palm, feeling the roughness, "Yes. I do."
 
Ashish smiles, "Here we go again. I like how opinionated you are. Do tell what's your definition of love."
 
Shilpa holds the back of his wrist as she responds, "Love is acceptance. Looking into someone's eyes and finding that person accept you for who you are, no matter what you are. It's like watching your portrait decorating the walls of another's soul. Falling in love with yourself all over again through another being. It's self-exploration."
 
Ashish carefully reads the somber expression of her eyes.
 Those are begging for acceptance, and he speculates *****Is that what you fear? That nobody would accept after learning what you are? Are you afraid that I might reject you cause you are wild? That you are willing to share my bed despite being a married woman?****
Shilpa almost chokes, fumbling, "Why are you silent?"
 
Ashish replies, "A woman visits a funeral and catches a glimpse of a very attractive man. She falls in love at first sight. But unfortunately, she lost him in the crowd. After the funeral, she searched for him a lot; she could not find him as She did not know his name. Then she killed her sister. Why?"
 
Shilpa is astonished out of the blue Ashish suddenly brought up this tale.
 
Shilpa reluctantly answers, "I don't know. Why?".
She is no mood to talk about others. She wants to talk about themselves only.
 
Ashish, with a stoned face, answers, "I told you the woman met him at a funeral. So to meet the man again. She has to create another funeral."
 
Shilpa starts slapping his arm with the hand which was covering her massive boobs insignificantly, "You are a heartless jerk...shameless buffoon...I hate you" complaining, "Your examples of love is so grim."
 
Ashish grins, catching her arm,"Maybe, but I freed your boobs. Is not that what love promises? Eternal Freedom in captivity."
 
Shilpa gasps.
 
Ashish looks at her perky boobs and remarks, "No need to hide them. I have earned the view."
 
She has no desire to hide anything from him. She wants him to see all of her, inside out. Her body and mind both. Then she wants him to accept her as she is.
 
She rests her hands on both sides of her body, suddenly became very aware of her semi-nudity.
 
"You are a jerk. You are an arrogant, self-absorbed jerk." , She grumbles in frustration, knowing how much helpless he makes her.
 
Ashish chuckles, "You can add egomaniac, control freak and womanizer along with it."
 
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Rahul informs Dr.Parveen having Ashish's lifestyle in mind "I met a man(Ashish) who sleeps with multiple women at once and one of my neighbour (Shilpa) is attracted to him. I bet she is going to end up in his harem."
 
Dr.Parveen absent-mindedly answers " Maybe."
 
Rahul frowns "What do you mean maybe. A man like that can't fall for a single woman just cause she is beautiful."
 
Dr.Parveen answers "Have you ever seen Pakistan boasting their Military prowess in the news?
 
Rahul reluctantly asks "Yes. They got nuclear power. What it has anything to with my neighbour(Shilpa)"
 
Dr.Parveen smiles "Pakistan is just not proud of their nuclear power but also the OTTOMAN EMPIRE. An empire that lasted 600 years after defeating the Byzantine Empire(Romans) and defending against the Mongols. Like we are proud of our Aryan and Dravidian civilization"
Rahul nods his head "I still don't get it. What does it have anything to do with my neighbour(Shilpa)?"
 
Dr.Pareevn continues "The Ottomans(the Turks) had the greatest Harem culture of all time. It lasted 300 years. This was after Genghis khan."
 
Rahul put on a goofy smile "I wish I had a harem like that."
 
Dr.Parveen shares his smile and says "The Harem contained beautiful young women from all over the world acquired through loot and pillage, and the only goal of that Harem was breeding. There was no concept of Queen or Mother in Ottoman imperial lineage."
 
Rahul sneezes "The Sultans were clever. Women do complain a lot."
 
Dr.Parveen giggles "I am not finished yet. After 300 years of enjoying successful harem privileges, Suleiman the magnificent gained the throne, and he falls in love with a Russian Harem girl named Roxanne."
 
Rahul's face saddens "Oh oh!!! Not good."
 
Dr.Parveen finishes the story "Suleiman the magnificent not only married the cultured Russian beauty accepting her as his Queen but also abolished the trend of traditional Harem for Sultans. One woman ended the entire custom. Love triumphed once again."
 
Rahul sighs "What a stupid guy he was."
 
Dr.Parveen replies "History does not repeat itself but it often rhymes."
 
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Shilpa sniffles, "Shameless."
 
Ashish raises both eyebrows cringing his flat temple, "That's exactly why you like me. You think you are sheer perfection- a deadly combination of intelligence and beauty. The arrogance of intelligence and pride of beauty crowns you. What you see in me is a male version of yours."
Shilpa nods her head, "Not true."
 
Ashish's fingers rove the space between her throat and boobs but deliberately avoiding to touch her sensitive boobs, keeping her frustrated as he speaks, "You are in love with yourself, girl. Very much in deep love with yourself. "
 
Shilpa's eyes become luminous, and she almost sobs asking him "What's wrong in being love with oneself? Self-loathing was never my strong suit. But I hate you.......You arrogant snob."
 
Ashish dodges her tantrum "Your throwing yourself at me is nothing but an act of self-love. You don't hate me. You are...."
 
Shilpa's breathing quickens, she panics listening to his arguments under his intense gaze and playful fingers.***who knows what he gonna say****
Before Ashish could speak further, Shilpa interrupts hastily "Indifferent to you. I am indifferent to you.The opposite of Love is not hating. It's indifference."
 
Ashish again averts his eyes from her accepting her argument, "Yeah...yeah...You are right." promptly closing the discussion.
 
She rumbles, narrowing her eyes, "But you think you are better than me?"
 
Ashish's finger roams just above the swelling of her boobs, making her squeal "Ufffff..."
 
Ashish grins, watching her burn "I am different than you realize. You are infested by pride. I am not. I have a monumental ego. An ego I built as a defence mechanism to keep the unwanted attention at bay. It helps me to enjoy my company. You mistook my false ego as pride."
Shilpa is slowly moving her body in heat, thinking ****for god's shake touch my boobs. Please!!!Please!!!Why do you have to torture me all the time****
 
She whimpers, "Don't you want to...." she could not complete the sentence in shame and blushes violently.
 
Ashish grins, lowering his mouth and whispers in her ears, "You mean, don't I want to screw your brain out?"
 
Shilpa bites her lips ***Do it. Do it. Do me.***
 
*****What about Mahesh?You stupid woman. Don't forget why you are here. You have listened to what he thinks of love. 
 
How tragic his definitions are about it. Why did you ask for enjoyment, by the way? Are you stupid?!! Remember how Ashish punished Harsh. 
He has a connection with the criminal underworld. If he ever finds out who you really are, do you think your family's fate would be any different from Harsh's?*** Her inner self warns her promptly?
She is rubbing her ass on the bed at this point, looking at him helplessly taken by his charismatic charm.
 
She mewls, "No, I did not mean that."
 
Ashish starts to unbutton his shirt, "Ofcourse, you did."
 
Shilpa steals a peek of his delicious torso and pleads, "My husband does not want that to happen yet."
 
Ashish smirks, removing the tugged portion of his shirt. "Do I look like a man who cares about what your boy husband (Rahul) wants? I only care about your opinion and consent."
 
Shilpa is desperate.
 
Her inner self urges ****Stop him..Stop him....There is no future....He is your drug...Don't take it.****
 
Shilpa grabs his hand, which is busy getting rid of his shirt from his body and pleads, "I just get molested by a vile man a while ago. Please understand." repeating Ashish's words against him.
 
Simply Shilpa does want to look like a promiscuous woman in Ashish's eyes who goes into bed with another man, a few hours after being molested and sexually enjoyed by a different man(security guard HARSH). 
This is just self-promoting her image in his eyes, rebuilding it as she has already shown enough signs of infidelity.
 
Now that makes Ashish stop, he closes in eyes, and his voice is coated with self-loathing and regret as he speaks, "How foolish of me. Damn it!!! I was so blind. How could I forget"
****cause she is damn fuckable, and she is practically begging you to smash her pussy.***His inner self teases him.
 
****True but Shut up !!! I don't need a third wheel *** He casts his inner self aside.
 
When he opens his eyes, there was nothing but determination.
 
 He kisses her forehead murmuring, "I am terribly sorry...Tomorrow then."
 
Shilpa lied, but the gesture from him makes her heart skip. She feels so bad for deceiving him. How Mahesh had described him and what Ashish is, in reality, are completely opposite.
 
Ashish starts to button his shirt.
 
Shilpa stops him by saying, "Don't. Leave it that way."
 
Ashish grins devilishly creating butterflies in her belly ****He is soooo....hooottt**
 
She shuts her mind and kisses him captivating that charming bad boy grin in her mouth, and he kisses her back with utter ferocity.
 
It's so hard for them to stay apart; they are oil and match in a sense. Both want to consume each other.
 
After they broke their kiss Shilpa no longer feel butterflies in her belly; instead, she suspects the kiss bought an entire zoo.
 
Watching him staying away from her body does not work well with her; she feels the need for his touch.
 
Shilpa clears her throat and urges, "You can play."
Her face now bears the chromatic hues of every shade of red.
 
Listening and looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, long raven hair sprawling across the pillow, face lit up with thirst, painted by shame yet her body yearns for him,
 Ashish chuckles " That sounds like a teenage relationship. Where the boundaries were drawn, the girl dictates that the boy can't touch her anywhere besides her face. Then some days later, gradually the boy gets the permission of touching upto her neck. Little does the stupid girl knows or the boy  that neck contains all the nerve ends, and basically, after that, every boundary starts to break."
 
Shilpa giggles, "Good thing then that I didn't meet you in high college or in college. I can imagine how grumpy and frustrated you would have been with all those rules."
 
Ashish's expression changes, he mourns, "Why did not we? Why I had to meet you now? Why are you married?" holding her arms sideways, almost shaking her in frustration.
 
Shilpa gasps; she can tell he is angry. His questions are so silly and juvenile. He is blaming their destiny.
 
She cranes her neck and kisses him among all the places which is aching the most, on his angry heart above his chiseled frame nurturing its woes, planting small loving greetings from her soft lips as she tries to soothe him "Perhaps for the best. Young youth is the breeding ground of immaturity. Otherwise, we would have lost each other in the fog of the dawn or due to the morning sickness of young angst or in the haze of twilight. I met you under the mature moonlight on a young night."
 
Ashish grabs her neck, pulling her closer, letting his hard chest meet the rise of her supple boobs, making her gasp at his strength as he speaks, "I can make that moonlight stay forever.".He draws her closer, pressing her softness on him and coldly says, "Or I can make it disappear by the dawn."
 
Then he let her feel his urgency upon her lips as he sucks the air out of her lungs while dwelling with her tongue inside and stealing her senses like a pirate with that pussy-dripping smooch.
 The pirate was too stolen sailing in the ocean of her veins as her heartbeat became his compass.
 
When he ixnayed the kiss, Shilpa was trembling like a leaf, eyes half-closed, lips parted, her buxom blossoms heaving turbulently, the luster of her cheeks shimmers radiantly.
 
Ashish murmurs, "By the Goddess." ***It's unreal how she responds to me.***
 
She is weaker than ever. She smiles faintly, feeling very shy as she responds back, " Sorry...oh boy!!! you are a great kisser!!!"
 
Ashish teases her, "And you think we would not end up having sex today?"
 
Shilpa musters her courage, "Yes, I am positive."
 
Ashish plays with her silky hair smiling, "Silly girl. You will be begging for it after a while ."
 
Shilpa pouts, "I am not going to beg."
 
Ashish stokes her lips, making her whimper with a slight touch, "I promised I would not fuck you. But keep questioning my assessment, I will make you miserable."


 
A wild sensation rush through her body.***I want you to make me miserable. I want you to make me beg. I want you to know what you can do to me****
 
She sucks his thumb greedily and says, "I would not."
 
Ashish pushes his thumb deeper into her mouth. "Say that one more time, and I will make you do such things you can't imagine. The proud you are, you will end up crying."
 
That only makes Shilpa more horny for him, she absolutely adores his confidence and challenging him just to watch him making her loose is such a turn on for her. She is submitting to a man who is worthy of her.
 
She thinks ****God I can do anything that baritone voice commands me to do. It feels like doing the right thing.****
 
She kisses his throat affectionately " You got a knee-knocking voice."
 
Ashish smiles "I used to recite poems. My parents were into cultural ....."
 
Shilpa does not listen and again prowls on his throat.
 
Ashish laughs at her enthusiasm and lowers his head to return the courtesy by kissing her throat, making her moan all along as he titillates her sensitive skin there blocking all the pores there with his pulpy lips.
 
Shilpa giggles caressing his hair "Ummmpphhhh...amazing.."
 
Ashish looks up smiling back "You are amazing!!! If desire or lust were a country your husky 'moans' would definitely become its national anthem."
 
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Rahul asks "So what other weird things motivates a married woman to cheat on her husband."
 
Dr.Parveen frowns "We were discussing a married woman here?"
 
Rahul bites his lower lips "Yeah like you."
 
Dr.Parveen rolls her eyes "Not today, Rahul. My husband is at home. I am not lying this time."
 
Rahul says with conviction "Perfect."
 
Dr.Parveen looks away blushing "The other thing motivates Women to choose a mate is a male voice. A deeper voice indicates 
..**giggles***" 
 
Rahul has already gotten up and turned the revolving chair on which Dr.Parveen is sitting, towards him.
 
Rahul lifts her night-gown, exposing her bare pussy and insists "Go on. What does a deep male voice indicate?"
 
Dr.Parveen gasps as his mouth come down, lapping her clit.
 She positions her legs over his shoulder, locking his head between her legs while looking at the unlocked door, getting thrilled by the notion that anytime her husband might come down to check up on her. 
 
She squeezes Rahul's head using her thighs instructing him "I will ..suckle my pussy like a good boy...pay your fee for this consultation."
 
A few minutes later after enjoying a toe-curling orgasm from Rahul while lecturing him about female mate selection, she grabs his hair and makes him look up "So boy...**wiping the juice from his face and putting it inside his lips*** ....what did you learn?"
 
Rahul is gasping, all this time Dr.Parveen nearly kept his nose buried on her valvula forcefully to achieve her pleasure.
 
He breathes "My god!!! You were killing me..."
 
Dr.Parveen chuckles, looking at his crimson face " Sexual cannibalism. In the animal kingdom, often sex happens at the expense of male life- some species of spiders, mantis, bees devour the male during sex."
 
Rahul is still locked between her thighs "That's horrible.."**he struggles to get out****
 
Dr.Parveen laughs "The lower body strength of an average male and a fit female are almost the same. It's the upper body strength that makes men physically superior not the lower." and chokes Rahul using her thighs like a scissor while demanding "Exam time. What did you learn while you smelled my pussy?"
 
Rahul smiles with a red face and recapitulates," You were saying that during puberty males who suffer less from diseases generate more testosterone. Which makes their facial structure more masculine and also creates the symmetrical body."
 
Dr.Parveen concurs "Correct. Low pitch deep voice in male is an honest signal to the female that the male got a whole set of diversified MNC genes, as well as his masculine facial bone structure, tells her he is capable of providing her healthy children. Also, he can protect her and her children from physical harm."
 
Rahul struggles to get out of the deadlock of her thighs, saying "Got it. Now lemme out......"
 
Dr.Parveen laughs and shoves his head on her pussy moaning "Ahhhh... yes...you are a good student...drink from the fountain of wisdom boy ."
 
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