Adultery A Housewife or a Whore by strtlr69

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Amit: "Rekha, what I am going to ask you next is a simple thing to do. Our next meeting totally depends on the way you perform what I ask you next."

Rekha was all ears.

Amit: "Come here, sit next to me."

Rekha moved to the chair next to Amit.

Amit: "You smell good."

Rekha felt as if she would die out of embarrassment. The smell Amit meant here was obviously her sex smell.

Amit: "Don't be embarrassed Rekha. It is fine. You don't know how exciting it is to know that the whore sitting next to you has soggy panties."

Rekha found herself choking for expressions, air too.

Amit: "Rekha, now that I know you smell nice. I would like to know how you taste as well."

Rekha did not understand what he meant. Innocently, she stuck her finger out for him to taste.

Amit: "You are such an innocent lady. I still wonder how you got this idea of becoming a whore."

Rekha could not understand what he meant. She had questioning looks on her face. Rekha felt her heartbeat starting to go bonkers as Amit came close to her. She thought he was going to kiss her. She was caught in the dilemma of whether to allow him to kiss her or not. Before she could realize and decide, Amit whispered something in her ears and straightened up. It was a relief for her that he did not kiss her but what he whispered in her ears made her goes crazier. Amit had told her to wet her fingers with her overflowing cunt juices so he could know how she tasted as well.

Amit shifted his posture so that he did not miss even a second of the action. Rekha had never ever felt so shy and horny at the same time, not even during her first night. She was experiencing a terrible new high.

Rekha felt too shy as she slid her hands inside her designer sarree. She felt so whorish. Amit's constant gaze on her action was adding to her ever increasing need for release. She stopped to have a look around in the restaurant (if anyone was around or approaching) and to gather her breath as well. She sucked her tummy inside as she let her hands slide further inside. She slipped her finger inside her panties. Her hands had crossed her mound and went to rest next to her throbbing clitoris. Rekha knew she would have to do it fast. She was already so excited that if she slid her fingers for a few times, she would cum. She dreaded at the thought of doing so right now since she was what people called.... a screamer. Her shoulders tensed as she circled her fingers around her clitoris. She was so very desperate for a release. Her eyes closed at the sheer thought of a release, in front of a stranger and that to in a public place. The whole idea made her ever more desperate for doing it.

However, she knew she would not be able to restrain her screams and decided otherwise. She carefully brought out her fingers, smeared with her love juices. She felt too shy to stick her finger out to the stranger and make him taste her most intimate juices. She was burning in her own hell of lust. Amit lowered his mouth on to her finger. He stuck his tongue out and started to lick it slowly. Rekha was confused why her body was betraying her. She would have never ever dreamt of doing such a thing and yet here she was, not only doing it but desiring much more as well. Amit played and toyed with her fingers for quite some time with his tongue. Her imagination was making it harder for her.

Amit: "Rekha, you taste so sweet. I am quite desperate to lick your clitoris just like I licked your finger."

Rekha chocked for air hearing his words. She shifted her chair next to his, as close as she could. Her eyes clearly conveyed that she wanted it to go further.

Amit: "Rekha, our time is up today. You want to become a whore and so shall you become. We have to discuss a lot of things. We will do so over phone or chat, as convenient."

He kissed her cheeks as they got up. He could clearly feel the heat emitting from every single pore of her cheeks. He gave a small laugh and patted her hips. She felt the subtle vibrations in her crotch. One could say she was feeling everything in her crotch.

Amit made his way out and so did Rekha. Rekha sat in her car and was recollecting everything that had happened in the restaurant. She was once again desperate for a release and this time she wanted it bad. She was glad that she brought one of her large purses today. She placed her purse directly over her crotch and put her hands underneath it. She knew it would take only a few rubs. She closed her eyes and started to replay the whole scene that had happened in the restaurant. There she was, slumped in the backseat of the car. All relaxed and smiling (ear to ear). She was so lost in her thoughts that she never realized that her home had arrived.

Driver: "Ma'am, we are here. Is everything alright?"

Rekha: "Yes. Why? What makes you think otherwise?"

Driver: "Ma'am, you made some noise when we were coming home. I asked but you did not reply. Your eyes were closed as well. It made me wonder if your health is fine."

Rekha (stuttering): "Yes, everything is fine."

Every servant became curious seeing her looks. She somehow made her way into her room. Her own needs became so demanding that she started to rub herself in her sarree itself. She was at the peak of her desires and she heard the ring. It was her husband on the other side.

He was concerned for her health (the driver had told him about the noise in car). She was talking to him and fingering herself at the same time. His words fell on a deaf ear as she experienced another mind shattering release. She somehow recollected herself and started to talk. The release was so intense that her words wavered and made her husband think twice for her health. He conveyed to her that he was coming home taking the next available flight. Rekha felt disappointed hearing the arrival of her husband for the first time. She experienced guilt for the first time as well.