17-04-2019, 01:47 PM
Married Pussy
(copied from net and slightly edited for better enjoyment0
A typical Friday. Too many deadlines, too many phone calls, too many emergencies. Although a few of these deadlines and emergencies were the result of my representation of ‘Roy Industries’, I was still looking forward to lunch with ‘Roy Industries’ president, Rohit Roy. While Rohit always attended to business, he was also a bit of a "rounder," and damn proud of it. Given my rather staid sexual relationship with my wife, Mansi, I enjoyed living vicariously through Rohit's exploits.
This lunch fit the normal pattern. Rohit and I spent the first 45 minutes analyzing and dissecting the antitrust implications of a possible acquisition by “Roy Industries”. After beating that dead horse one last time, Rohit ordered us a couple of Absolute Citron's with soda and embarked on a recounting of his latest conquests.
"Married pussy!" Rohit exclaimed.
"What do you mean, Rohit?" The non-sequitor confused me.
"Married pussy is the easiest, hottest, wettest pussy in the world."
"Rohit, as a married man, I can speak with some experience and certainty on this subject. Married pussy is anything but easy, and rarely hot or wet." My reply was authoritative, but in retrospect I led with my chin on this one.
"Ravi, for such a smart lawyer whom charges Rs15000 an hour, you're a total dumb-shit."
I like Rohit, but he's also a bit abrasive and arrogant. Sometimes he can really push my buttons.
Rohit continued, "When I speak of married pussy, I'm talking about fucking pussies that are married to other men. More times than not, a married woman is dying for a thorough fucking from a real man, not just the weekly ten minute diddle they're used to from their husbands."
"Well, I imagine that there are some dis-satisfied wives out there, but as your friend and attorney, I strongly advise against propositioning married woman. You'll end up with, at least a bruised cheek from her slap and, at worst, excruciating pain from her knee to your groin."
Rohit chuckled, but quickly dismissed my cautions. "Ravi, you don't even have a clue. In the past three months, I've approached five different married women, and I'm batting a thousand. I've concluded that there isn't a married woman out there, who given the opportunity, would turn down a sexual romp with a good-looking man."
"I don't know what world you've been living in, Rohit, but I suspect that if you approached any of the married women that I know your batting average would quickly drop to the point that you'd be sent back down to the minors."
"Like who?" Rohit stared at me confidently.
I was totally dumbfounded. I didn't expect to be challenged on this point. My mind went blank so I tried to avoid the question. "Look, Rohit, you know damn well that there are so many frigid wives living in the suburbs that your theory can't hold water."
"Who?" Rohit wasn't going to let the question slide.
My mind was slowly starting to reason again. I didn't really want to give Rohit the names of any of the married women that I know. Rohit's the type of guy who jumps at every challenge. I certainly didn't want him hitting on the wives of any of my friends. Common sense suggested that the safest thing to do was rely on my wife, Mansi. Mansi and I have been married for twelve years, with two kids to show for the venture. Mansi is not exactly frigid, but she's also rather conservative when it comes to sex. Pretty much straight intercourse, with very rare oral sex, and certainly no anal. From the perspective of frequency, we will usually have sex 3 or 4 times a month. I knew that Mansi would never stray. In fact, she was a virgin when we married.
"Well, Rohit, like my wife, for example.."
Rohit smirked. "You mean Mansi?"
Rohit had met Mansi at a few business functions. Certainly, nothing untoward occurred. Mansi is always the epitome of propriety. Not that she isn't strikingly beautiful, but she masks her 5 foot, five inch, 115 lb. frame and 35-21-36 figure in expensive and conservative attire. One of my unspoken complaints has always been that Mansi's delectable ass is never displayed in a manner befitting its magnificence. Of course, her dark brown, shoulder length hair is always perfectly coifed and frames her high cheek-bones, porcelain skin and full lips.
"Ravi," Rohit shook his head in a condescending fashion, "do you really think for a moment that Mansi hasn't fucked around on you?"
Not wanting to give any credence to Rohit's outrageous suggestion, I tried to remain composed when I confidently replied, "I know she has never cheated and would never cheat. That's why your hypothesis about married pussy is fatally flawed."
"Well, Ravi, if Mansi hasn't taken on any other men, it's only because she's never been presented with the right opportunity."
"Sure, sure, Rohit, whatever you say..." My cynical response only served to heighten Rohit's competitive nature.
"Look, I'll prove it to you if you doubt me... but it’s got to be a fair test. You can't purposefully intervene or interfere. You just have to give me a reasonable chance to prove my point without letting Mansi know that's something's up, I'll admit I'm wrong if I fail. Hell, I'll even let you handle drafting the “New-tech Crop’s” contract at double your hourly rate."
It sounded like a deal to good to be true. I'm somewhat ashamed to admit it, but I really wanted the ‘New-tech Crop’s contract, and double my hourly rate would pay for a nice ski vacation. Yet, I recognized that Rohit's a shrewd man. "What happens if you're right?" The lawyer in me always tries to weigh all the variables.
"See, you're already afraid that I'm right! A second ago, you thought I was full of shit... I'll tell you what I'll make it an easy wager. If I'm right, you agree not to interfere and let whatever happens to happen. OK?"
Less than enthusiastically, I said "Deal."
(to be continued)
(copied from net and slightly edited for better enjoyment0
A typical Friday. Too many deadlines, too many phone calls, too many emergencies. Although a few of these deadlines and emergencies were the result of my representation of ‘Roy Industries’, I was still looking forward to lunch with ‘Roy Industries’ president, Rohit Roy. While Rohit always attended to business, he was also a bit of a "rounder," and damn proud of it. Given my rather staid sexual relationship with my wife, Mansi, I enjoyed living vicariously through Rohit's exploits.
This lunch fit the normal pattern. Rohit and I spent the first 45 minutes analyzing and dissecting the antitrust implications of a possible acquisition by “Roy Industries”. After beating that dead horse one last time, Rohit ordered us a couple of Absolute Citron's with soda and embarked on a recounting of his latest conquests.
"Married pussy!" Rohit exclaimed.
"What do you mean, Rohit?" The non-sequitor confused me.
"Married pussy is the easiest, hottest, wettest pussy in the world."
"Rohit, as a married man, I can speak with some experience and certainty on this subject. Married pussy is anything but easy, and rarely hot or wet." My reply was authoritative, but in retrospect I led with my chin on this one.
"Ravi, for such a smart lawyer whom charges Rs15000 an hour, you're a total dumb-shit."
I like Rohit, but he's also a bit abrasive and arrogant. Sometimes he can really push my buttons.
Rohit continued, "When I speak of married pussy, I'm talking about fucking pussies that are married to other men. More times than not, a married woman is dying for a thorough fucking from a real man, not just the weekly ten minute diddle they're used to from their husbands."
"Well, I imagine that there are some dis-satisfied wives out there, but as your friend and attorney, I strongly advise against propositioning married woman. You'll end up with, at least a bruised cheek from her slap and, at worst, excruciating pain from her knee to your groin."
Rohit chuckled, but quickly dismissed my cautions. "Ravi, you don't even have a clue. In the past three months, I've approached five different married women, and I'm batting a thousand. I've concluded that there isn't a married woman out there, who given the opportunity, would turn down a sexual romp with a good-looking man."
"I don't know what world you've been living in, Rohit, but I suspect that if you approached any of the married women that I know your batting average would quickly drop to the point that you'd be sent back down to the minors."
"Like who?" Rohit stared at me confidently.
I was totally dumbfounded. I didn't expect to be challenged on this point. My mind went blank so I tried to avoid the question. "Look, Rohit, you know damn well that there are so many frigid wives living in the suburbs that your theory can't hold water."
"Who?" Rohit wasn't going to let the question slide.
My mind was slowly starting to reason again. I didn't really want to give Rohit the names of any of the married women that I know. Rohit's the type of guy who jumps at every challenge. I certainly didn't want him hitting on the wives of any of my friends. Common sense suggested that the safest thing to do was rely on my wife, Mansi. Mansi and I have been married for twelve years, with two kids to show for the venture. Mansi is not exactly frigid, but she's also rather conservative when it comes to sex. Pretty much straight intercourse, with very rare oral sex, and certainly no anal. From the perspective of frequency, we will usually have sex 3 or 4 times a month. I knew that Mansi would never stray. In fact, she was a virgin when we married.
"Well, Rohit, like my wife, for example.."
Rohit smirked. "You mean Mansi?"
Rohit had met Mansi at a few business functions. Certainly, nothing untoward occurred. Mansi is always the epitome of propriety. Not that she isn't strikingly beautiful, but she masks her 5 foot, five inch, 115 lb. frame and 35-21-36 figure in expensive and conservative attire. One of my unspoken complaints has always been that Mansi's delectable ass is never displayed in a manner befitting its magnificence. Of course, her dark brown, shoulder length hair is always perfectly coifed and frames her high cheek-bones, porcelain skin and full lips.
"Ravi," Rohit shook his head in a condescending fashion, "do you really think for a moment that Mansi hasn't fucked around on you?"
Not wanting to give any credence to Rohit's outrageous suggestion, I tried to remain composed when I confidently replied, "I know she has never cheated and would never cheat. That's why your hypothesis about married pussy is fatally flawed."
"Well, Ravi, if Mansi hasn't taken on any other men, it's only because she's never been presented with the right opportunity."
"Sure, sure, Rohit, whatever you say..." My cynical response only served to heighten Rohit's competitive nature.
"Look, I'll prove it to you if you doubt me... but it’s got to be a fair test. You can't purposefully intervene or interfere. You just have to give me a reasonable chance to prove my point without letting Mansi know that's something's up, I'll admit I'm wrong if I fail. Hell, I'll even let you handle drafting the “New-tech Crop’s” contract at double your hourly rate."
It sounded like a deal to good to be true. I'm somewhat ashamed to admit it, but I really wanted the ‘New-tech Crop’s contract, and double my hourly rate would pay for a nice ski vacation. Yet, I recognized that Rohit's a shrewd man. "What happens if you're right?" The lawyer in me always tries to weigh all the variables.
"See, you're already afraid that I'm right! A second ago, you thought I was full of shit... I'll tell you what I'll make it an easy wager. If I'm right, you agree not to interfere and let whatever happens to happen. OK?"
Less than enthusiastically, I said "Deal."
(to be continued)
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