Chapter 13
Atul
Atul telephoned Anvita right away.
She answered on the third ring giving him some sense of relief immediately. Against a loud music-filled atmosphere, she told him everything’s alright there.
“Should I come?”
He asked.
“Can you come?”
“I am already home, baby. You ain’t planning to come back soon?
“Vrinda is asking about you. And Shilpa too. She’s saying she wants to dance with you.”
“Tell her my regards.”
“You are not coming?”
“You tell me. Perhaps you can leave before I could reach you. You tell me.”
“You are tired.”
“Yes. I am.”
“Okay. Take rest. I’ll be there soon. Love you Atul... mmmwaaah...”
She was indeed high on spirits.
She’s safe. Atul assured himself and settled down on the couch. He slipped into sleep quickly and woke up two hours later hearing the sound of the door opening. He opened his eyes but lay idle as Anvita entered the house. She turned and waved to outside.
“Bye.”
She said quietly before closing the door.
Atul could see her dishevelled look now. As she began to walk toward the bedroom she noticed him on the couch and stopped as if shocked.
“Atul?”
She spoke in a slurred voice.
“Atul... Why are you sleeping here? Atul... I am home.”
And her voice was cute. She came to him and gave him a kiss right on his mouth. He felt the smell of vodka. She looked right into his eyes.
“Why are you sleeping here? Come to the bedroom. Let’s go.”
She shook him and grabbed his hand.
He walked with her like a child half awake. In the bed, she gave him more kisses; wet and choking kisses. Her hands ran down his chest and he got the reality in a second: she is on. He was fully awake in half a second. She kept kissing him and kissed along his neck to chest to stomach to pull down his shorts. She pulled his semi-hard stick out of its sleep and stuffed it into her mouth. He was in for a treat. She bobbed her head slurping it and jerking it with her hands, making it hard into its fullest in a few seconds. He had to do nothing as she began to suck him harder and deep into her throat. He wondered how she forgets her hygienic rules so easily when drunk. She would definitely forget it by morning. He knew. He wanted to switch on the lights and watch her but he was scared of waking her. He just lay there gasping for breath as she brought him to a gigantic orgasmic explosion and he filled her mouth. She swallowed it all without a trace of objection. It was just heavenly. She kept sucking him even after he was finished. She licked him clean and let out a slight sleepy moan when she pulled it out of her mouth. She kissed it along form the top to base lovingly and moaned again. A few moments later, as he checked her lack of movements, she was deeply asleep, still holding his limp dick.
He slid himself down to her and hugged her tight and kissed her sloppy lips. He felt so good.
Saturday they together attended Vrinda’s engagement reception. Varun welcomed him with a warm handshake.
“Didn't she beat you up last night? She was quite drunk.”
He teased her. Atul wanted to thank him to get his wife so high. Really.
The function was a very joyous event.
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The job opportunity Neeti had referred for Anvita was in a spoken English institute. Atul wasn’t interested initially. But Anvita was keen to take it.
“It’s just the afternoon classes, Atul.”
Monday morning she went for the formal interview and she phoned him before noon with good news. Two days later, she joined the institute.
Anvita’s friendship with Neeti resulted in latter’s frequent visit to them. It helped Atul know more about her. Both of her children stayed in their village for studies. Neeti had a job in an ice cream parlour which operated from noon. She and Mohit had been married for fourteen years.
Anvita once mentioned that it was the first time Neeti had a fling.
“But I don’t understand; why did she cheat on him, after all? Is there anything wrong with him?”
Atul asked. He immediately regretted it for he had a gut feeling that he was picking up a wrong conversation.
“What do you mean? You think one will cheat if there’s something wrong with her husband? Like he’s unable to satisfy her needs?”
“I mean to say he has two kids...why now?”
He had again chosen the wrong line.
“Having the kids is everything? Is that the only thing?”
“Are you trying to say she did the right thing?”
“I am saying we can't judge her.”
“Yeah, that’s true. It’s her business.”
“I think she just fell prey to Rajat’s tricks...”
“It was quick anyway.”
“No. You know nothing.”
Anvita shook her head in rejection.
“They were making contacts even before Pooja’s pregnancy.”
“Really? What a waste that man is!”
“Actually Rajat has been a regular customer at Neeti’s shop. He used to buy ice cream for Pooja from her. Pooja loved ice cream.”
“Now he too loves her ice cream.”
The words had gone out of his mouth before he realised, and Atul couldn’t swallow it. He knew it was a cheap remark. Anvita in the past never liked to discuss other’s lives. However, to his surprise, she smiled at him.
Atul was amused.
“What is your interest in these things?”
He asked.
“My interest is what we had last night. “
She was referring to the passionate lovemaking they had in the night before.
The sexcapade of their neighbours did mostly good in their life. Sex became frequent and enjoyable than ever before. Anvita’s cheerful stories from her spoken English class and from her neighbourhoods made his evenings wonderful. In her sweet voice, she created a world around him that he never knew even existed. She told him stories about all of his neighbours.
Earlier he used to ignore many of the topmost residents of the apartment complex. Now they were being introduced to him, and he was tempted to follow up them on his own.
“Rakesh, how’s your new house construction going on?”
“Sandeep, your brother’s results are coming this week, isn’t it?”
“Kaushal Ji, when is your son coming from South Africa?”
And everybody asked about his parents too. Anvita had just got him familiar to all of them.
Anvita had stories to tell about her language class too. All of her students had apparently become her fans. The Institute’s manager was full of praise at her within a couple of weeks. He was impressed at how she had managed to have maximum attendance in her classes. Nobody was willing to skip her class.
Atul wasn’t surprised. If he was her student, he knew he would have considered himself too lucky.
“If you keep wearing these sexy clothes every day, who can skip your classes baby?”
He teased her.
“Stupid, it’s not my clothes but my way of teaching that’s attracting the students...”
Anvita frowned.
“Yes... I am not ignoring your sweet voice. Boys must have got just lucky.”
“You’re really a pervert. My students include both boys and girls, do you know that?”
Anvita proceeded to the institute after lunch and returned home by six o’clock. Atul mostly found her busy in the kitchen when he reached home in time. Many times he was late though.
Anvita had noticed his late arrivals.
“Shreyas is not on good terms with me since you offended him.”
He claimed.
“Next time I won’t just walk away, but I will push him away. Scoundrel!”
“He’s not that bad, I know him for more than two years.”
“But he just doesn’t know how to handle rejection.”
“You know it had become the joke among our work circles. I fear he might have heard about it.”
“I wish it happened. It’s too good. He won’t even come close to me next time.”
Even though Anvita had earlier refused to reveal the details of Rajat-Neeti fling, she eventually broke her promise. Every night she used to give him a fraction of details of the forbidden sex. And it led to them to bed, making love out of excitement.
Anvita even told him about how he had gone down between her legs. He was like a man in a desert, thirsty and hungry and Neeti had told Anvita it was awesome. She had wished to stop him first, but once he got going with it, she didn't want him to stop at all. He was really crazy about her.
Anvita was too excited to give Atul those elaborated details. She had fun telling him them.
One evening when Rajat invited Atul, he didn’t want to deny. After a couple of drinks of scotch whiskey, Atul wanted to hear the story in Rajat’s own words. He was specifically turned on by the idea of Neeti being pleasured with a tongue assault. He thought it’s some sort of porn stuff.
He was just looking for the right start to get into the story.
“So you got her, didn't you?”
He asked with a coy smile.
“Oh shit! The word is out?”
“No, don’t worry. It’s only me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Believe me.”
“How did you know?”
“I was watching your antics that day.”
“Which day?”
“Which day you don’t remember? Isha’s wedding night, I know, of course!”
Rajat looked at him and slowly nodded.
“Okay, okay. Does Anvita know?”
Atul gave it a thought for half a second.
“I think no.”
“Okay, that’s great.”
Rajat was at ease. He opened up very soon.
“She was desperate, man. I wasn’t in the mood to spoil the night. I could have got drunk and socialise with the guys at the marriage function. But Neeti was like, she said Mohit was coming next day, and he eventually did, you know. I had earlier joked about it like it’s a good opportunity and she took it very seriously. She was desperate, man.”
Atul couldn’t believe it was so easy for him.
“Really? Unbelievable!”
“You won’t believe what she was like in my bed. She was all over me, man. All I had to do is to get rid of my clothes, and she went down on me as if her life depended on it, literally. Right into the back of her throat, she almost made me shoot inside her mouth. She was not stopping and I asked her if she wanted me to fill her mouth. She said she’s thirsty. I had to promise that I would. She as really horny, dude.”
He stopped to take a long sip from his glass.
“And when I was fucking her, she was moving her body against me, it was really hot. When I finished and got up, she sucked me again. She let me fuck her mouth and we did another round when I got behind her. You must have noticed how round her ass looks like. Don't tell me you don't stare at her too. It was like this big...”
Rajat held out both his hands forward as if holding a huge ball.
“So big, and round, and I just held them back pulling her to him, and pumped in. She was groaning like a whore. And I loved it really, really deep in her. She too absolutely loved it.”
“You shot inside her?”
“Why not? She’s always safe. And moreover, she wanted it.”
“Why?”
“Who cares? Perhaps just for the feeling of having it from someone else... for a change.”
He laughed.
Atul was carrying a huge boner when he returned. All he wanted was to jump into the bed with Anvita. She was on her periods and Atul tried sitting in front of the TV and tried to relax. He was both in a state of drunkenness and horniness, and it left him restless. A few minutes later, he went to the bathroom and pulled it out. He wanked. A married woman and mother of two, asking another man to cum inside her pussy was too much for him to bear. He too was once invited by a married woman. When he shook faster, he saw Ankita right in front of his eyes. At that moment he longed for her for the first time since that day. He wanted her back and he wanted to make love to her and he wanted to fill her with his live sperm. He groaned a little when he shot over the wall of the bathroom.
“I love you Ankita. I want you.”
He moaned once, at the peak of the madness.
That night he slept with a pang of regret. He couldn’t believe his dirty fantasy was about Ankita. What an absurdity! He embraced Anvita in her sleep and sought for her forgiveness in his mind.
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Shreyas was getting tenser day by day. Atul was annoyed. He wondered if he would never get over it. A few days later Shreyas approached Atul with his problem.
“We have had that grand party and we are going to have another one, very soon. But the ground is very shaky, Atul. We are not making bigger moves. I fear we are stuck.”
He said.
“That’s absurd. You should be the last one to say this.”
Shreyas shook his head agreeably.
“I’m not sharing my concern with everyone. For them, we look all set.”
“Where’s the problem?”
“We don’t have any of those big ones we were hoping for.”
“It’s not the end.”
“Stop being so positive.”
Shreyas went on to give a detailed outlook and in the end, Atul was convinced.
“Yes. We lack solid offers. Survival is not a progress.”
“Exactly.”
“Do you have a plan?”
“I have a number of clients we can get in touch with.”
Atul went through the list and he saw nothing green.
“These are dead ends, Shreyas. It will be embarrassing to hold…”
“I know that,” Shreyas interrupted. “Atul, in the absence of one good deal, all the good work we have done until now will be forgotten. We will be forgotten.”
“I understand, Shreyas. But how? Can you suggest a potential client from your list that’s somewhat easy to impress? They all have chosen to move on. It’s all dust.”
“None of them are easy, to any extent.”
“Then?”
“I suggest you go and meet each of them on your own.”
Atul put down the pen he was playing with, on the desk.
“Now you want me to work with sales?”
“No.”
“No?”
“We are not selling anything. We are buying.”
“Bullshit!”
“Atul, I want you to take it personally – I know you are very good at convincing people. If you ask someone something in the face, I have noticed that nobody refuses.”
Atul smirked.
“Let me run a test. Please recommend a rise in my pay, my boss?”
Shreyas smiled.
“I am not your boss.”
“You can recommend.”
“But this is not the way you should ask. Convince me.”
“You are tougher than these…” Atul looked at the list again. “…they are in Mumbai and Pune. Nice selection.”
“You must travel. They should feel like you are actively taking interest in them.”
Atul laughed.
“You know all the tricks. Why don’t you…”
“Can I count on you?”
“You’ve praised me enough, man. I am committed to fulfilling.”
When Atul told Anvita he will be travelling, she was suspicious.
“Is it still me?”
“No, you have nothing to do with it. Shreyas actually needs my help.”
She was still worried.
“I will be alone.”
“It’s just one day, babe. And you won’t be alone. Your friendly neighbours are still here.”
Two days later, Shreyas came back to him.
“I’m attaching Shriya with you. She will assist you during the trip.”
Shriya was friendly and beautiful, but she had never impressed Atul with her brain.
“No. I can handle it myself, Shreyas.”
Atul said.
The first client was in Mumbai.
Thursday, Atul boarded the morning flight and held the talk with a three-member board of the client in the evening. Two were in his favour but one was determined. By the end of the day, Atul was convinced that his first attempt was a failure. He spent the night in a hotel suite and fell asleep early. As he returned, he phoned Anvita and went directly to his office.
“It’s okay, Atul.”
Shreyas said.
“I am glad you were close. Next one hopefully should have fewer members.”
Atul knew it will go on for some time. Even though he was not worried about it in the beginning, it was not easy to move on. The fact that he was close to winning only made it worse. His mind often slipped back to the presentation he held at Mumbai. There has to be an improvement for next time. He was thoughtful and was unable to concentrate on work.
“What happened, Atul? Are you not well?”
Shreyas interrupted his calculations.
“Not so well; some sort of a headache, Shreyas. It’ll be alright soon, I hope.”
“You can take rest if you want, Atul.”
He said.
Atul was amused. Is he joking?
He wasn’t.
“I am serious, Atul. Go home. You look tired. I’ll get someone manage your calls.”
Atul was happy to grab his advice. He winded up in ten minutes.
The moment he stepped out of the office, he was breathing fresh and alive. He had no issue with his head and he headed home. He paid the cab driver and walked over to the lift and there she was.
“Hi, Atul.”
Neeti greeted him with a glowing smile. Her face glowed more than usual.
Suddenly Atul was drawn to a fantasy world he was building with Anvita in that he saw this woman pushing a thick meat into her mouth and sucking on it. Atul couldn’t look away from her lips. He felt a jerk in his pants.
“Hello, Neeti.”
He greeted her back, his eyes still on her luscious lips. Soft and juicy. Rajat must have sucked them. And she had them around his meat, letting it slid in and out of her mouth. He was carrying a bone in his pants before he realised it, watching Neeti through a different lens from a couple of feet distance.
Neeti stepped inside the lift and he followed. She carried a small carry bag.
“Mangoes?”
He asked.
“Yup. Mohit loves mangoes.”
He couldn’t help but stole a glance at her breast through the corner of his eyes and he gauged their size when she pressed the button on the wall. Mangoes. Who wouldn’t love them?
As the lift was closed he instantly felt he was transported to some other world. The scent of her body with that of her perfume was all in the air and he felt her growing inside him. He took a deep breath as the lift started to move.
“Your perfume, it’s sweet.”
He blurted out.
Neeti smiled without showing her teeth.
“Thanks.”
The lift stopped and he stepped out half-heartedly.
Does she know that I know? He wondered.
He felt Neeti’s smell was still around him. Just a few seconds with her in the lift had him fallen for her allure. The distant thought of Rajat having tasted all of her gave him goosebump and he had to acknowledge the fact that he had begun to envy Rajat. He kept wondering about being him and pressed the doorbell.
His jaw dropped on the floor when the door was opened.
“Hi, Atul.”
Rajat stood there with a smile.
“Rajat... Hi!”
He could barely utter the words.
What is he doing in my house?
Atul walked in carefully and his eyes ran all over his house in a panic, searching for Anvita. A moment later, she showed up at the bedroom door, puzzled.
For one second, Atul couldn’t think of anything. His mind had gone blank.
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She answered on the third ring giving him some sense of relief immediately. Against a loud music-filled atmosphere, she told him everything’s alright there.
“Should I come?”
He asked.
“Can you come?”
“I am already home, baby. You ain’t planning to come back soon?
“Vrinda is asking about you. And Shilpa too. She’s saying she wants to dance with you.”
“Tell her my regards.”
“You are not coming?”
“You tell me. Perhaps you can leave before I could reach you. You tell me.”
“You are tired.”
“Yes. I am.”
“Okay. Take rest. I’ll be there soon. Love you Atul... mmmwaaah...”
She was indeed high on spirits.
She’s safe. Atul assured himself and settled down on the couch. He slipped into sleep quickly and woke up two hours later hearing the sound of the door opening. He opened his eyes but lay idle as Anvita entered the house. She turned and waved to outside.
“Bye.”
She said quietly before closing the door.
Atul could see her dishevelled look now. As she began to walk toward the bedroom she noticed him on the couch and stopped as if shocked.
“Atul?”
She spoke in a slurred voice.
“Atul... Why are you sleeping here? Atul... I am home.”
And her voice was cute. She came to him and gave him a kiss right on his mouth. He felt the smell of vodka. She looked right into his eyes.
“Why are you sleeping here? Come to the bedroom. Let’s go.”
She shook him and grabbed his hand.
He walked with her like a child half awake. In the bed, she gave him more kisses; wet and choking kisses. Her hands ran down his chest and he got the reality in a second: she is on. He was fully awake in half a second. She kept kissing him and kissed along his neck to chest to stomach to pull down his shorts. She pulled his semi-hard stick out of its sleep and stuffed it into her mouth. He was in for a treat. She bobbed her head slurping it and jerking it with her hands, making it hard into its fullest in a few seconds. He had to do nothing as she began to suck him harder and deep into her throat. He wondered how she forgets her hygienic rules so easily when drunk. She would definitely forget it by morning. He knew. He wanted to switch on the lights and watch her but he was scared of waking her. He just lay there gasping for breath as she brought him to a gigantic orgasmic explosion and he filled her mouth. She swallowed it all without a trace of objection. It was just heavenly. She kept sucking him even after he was finished. She licked him clean and let out a slight sleepy moan when she pulled it out of her mouth. She kissed it along form the top to base lovingly and moaned again. A few moments later, as he checked her lack of movements, she was deeply asleep, still holding his limp dick.
He slid himself down to her and hugged her tight and kissed her sloppy lips. He felt so good.
Saturday they together attended Vrinda’s engagement reception. Varun welcomed him with a warm handshake.
“Didn't she beat you up last night? She was quite drunk.”
He teased her. Atul wanted to thank him to get his wife so high. Really.
The function was a very joyous event.
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The job opportunity Neeti had referred for Anvita was in a spoken English institute. Atul wasn’t interested initially. But Anvita was keen to take it.
“It’s just the afternoon classes, Atul.”
Monday morning she went for the formal interview and she phoned him before noon with good news. Two days later, she joined the institute.
Anvita’s friendship with Neeti resulted in latter’s frequent visit to them. It helped Atul know more about her. Both of her children stayed in their village for studies. Neeti had a job in an ice cream parlour which operated from noon. She and Mohit had been married for fourteen years.
Anvita once mentioned that it was the first time Neeti had a fling.
“But I don’t understand; why did she cheat on him, after all? Is there anything wrong with him?”
Atul asked. He immediately regretted it for he had a gut feeling that he was picking up a wrong conversation.
“What do you mean? You think one will cheat if there’s something wrong with her husband? Like he’s unable to satisfy her needs?”
“I mean to say he has two kids...why now?”
He had again chosen the wrong line.
“Having the kids is everything? Is that the only thing?”
“Are you trying to say she did the right thing?”
“I am saying we can't judge her.”
“Yeah, that’s true. It’s her business.”
“I think she just fell prey to Rajat’s tricks...”
“It was quick anyway.”
“No. You know nothing.”
Anvita shook her head in rejection.
“They were making contacts even before Pooja’s pregnancy.”
“Really? What a waste that man is!”
“Actually Rajat has been a regular customer at Neeti’s shop. He used to buy ice cream for Pooja from her. Pooja loved ice cream.”
“Now he too loves her ice cream.”
The words had gone out of his mouth before he realised, and Atul couldn’t swallow it. He knew it was a cheap remark. Anvita in the past never liked to discuss other’s lives. However, to his surprise, she smiled at him.
Atul was amused.
“What is your interest in these things?”
He asked.
“My interest is what we had last night. “
She was referring to the passionate lovemaking they had in the night before.
The sexcapade of their neighbours did mostly good in their life. Sex became frequent and enjoyable than ever before. Anvita’s cheerful stories from her spoken English class and from her neighbourhoods made his evenings wonderful. In her sweet voice, she created a world around him that he never knew even existed. She told him stories about all of his neighbours.
Earlier he used to ignore many of the topmost residents of the apartment complex. Now they were being introduced to him, and he was tempted to follow up them on his own.
“Rakesh, how’s your new house construction going on?”
“Sandeep, your brother’s results are coming this week, isn’t it?”
“Kaushal Ji, when is your son coming from South Africa?”
And everybody asked about his parents too. Anvita had just got him familiar to all of them.
Anvita had stories to tell about her language class too. All of her students had apparently become her fans. The Institute’s manager was full of praise at her within a couple of weeks. He was impressed at how she had managed to have maximum attendance in her classes. Nobody was willing to skip her class.
Atul wasn’t surprised. If he was her student, he knew he would have considered himself too lucky.
“If you keep wearing these sexy clothes every day, who can skip your classes baby?”
He teased her.
“Stupid, it’s not my clothes but my way of teaching that’s attracting the students...”
Anvita frowned.
“Yes... I am not ignoring your sweet voice. Boys must have got just lucky.”
“You’re really a pervert. My students include both boys and girls, do you know that?”
Anvita proceeded to the institute after lunch and returned home by six o’clock. Atul mostly found her busy in the kitchen when he reached home in time. Many times he was late though.
Anvita had noticed his late arrivals.
“Shreyas is not on good terms with me since you offended him.”
He claimed.
“Next time I won’t just walk away, but I will push him away. Scoundrel!”
“He’s not that bad, I know him for more than two years.”
“But he just doesn’t know how to handle rejection.”
“You know it had become the joke among our work circles. I fear he might have heard about it.”
“I wish it happened. It’s too good. He won’t even come close to me next time.”
Even though Anvita had earlier refused to reveal the details of Rajat-Neeti fling, she eventually broke her promise. Every night she used to give him a fraction of details of the forbidden sex. And it led to them to bed, making love out of excitement.
Anvita even told him about how he had gone down between her legs. He was like a man in a desert, thirsty and hungry and Neeti had told Anvita it was awesome. She had wished to stop him first, but once he got going with it, she didn't want him to stop at all. He was really crazy about her.
Anvita was too excited to give Atul those elaborated details. She had fun telling him them.
One evening when Rajat invited Atul, he didn’t want to deny. After a couple of drinks of scotch whiskey, Atul wanted to hear the story in Rajat’s own words. He was specifically turned on by the idea of Neeti being pleasured with a tongue assault. He thought it’s some sort of porn stuff.
He was just looking for the right start to get into the story.
“So you got her, didn't you?”
He asked with a coy smile.
“Oh shit! The word is out?”
“No, don’t worry. It’s only me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Believe me.”
“How did you know?”
“I was watching your antics that day.”
“Which day?”
“Which day you don’t remember? Isha’s wedding night, I know, of course!”
Rajat looked at him and slowly nodded.
“Okay, okay. Does Anvita know?”
Atul gave it a thought for half a second.
“I think no.”
“Okay, that’s great.”
Rajat was at ease. He opened up very soon.
“She was desperate, man. I wasn’t in the mood to spoil the night. I could have got drunk and socialise with the guys at the marriage function. But Neeti was like, she said Mohit was coming next day, and he eventually did, you know. I had earlier joked about it like it’s a good opportunity and she took it very seriously. She was desperate, man.”
Atul couldn’t believe it was so easy for him.
“Really? Unbelievable!”
“You won’t believe what she was like in my bed. She was all over me, man. All I had to do is to get rid of my clothes, and she went down on me as if her life depended on it, literally. Right into the back of her throat, she almost made me shoot inside her mouth. She was not stopping and I asked her if she wanted me to fill her mouth. She said she’s thirsty. I had to promise that I would. She as really horny, dude.”
He stopped to take a long sip from his glass.
“And when I was fucking her, she was moving her body against me, it was really hot. When I finished and got up, she sucked me again. She let me fuck her mouth and we did another round when I got behind her. You must have noticed how round her ass looks like. Don't tell me you don't stare at her too. It was like this big...”
Rajat held out both his hands forward as if holding a huge ball.
“So big, and round, and I just held them back pulling her to him, and pumped in. She was groaning like a whore. And I loved it really, really deep in her. She too absolutely loved it.”
“You shot inside her?”
“Why not? She’s always safe. And moreover, she wanted it.”
“Why?”
“Who cares? Perhaps just for the feeling of having it from someone else... for a change.”
He laughed.
Atul was carrying a huge boner when he returned. All he wanted was to jump into the bed with Anvita. She was on her periods and Atul tried sitting in front of the TV and tried to relax. He was both in a state of drunkenness and horniness, and it left him restless. A few minutes later, he went to the bathroom and pulled it out. He wanked. A married woman and mother of two, asking another man to cum inside her pussy was too much for him to bear. He too was once invited by a married woman. When he shook faster, he saw Ankita right in front of his eyes. At that moment he longed for her for the first time since that day. He wanted her back and he wanted to make love to her and he wanted to fill her with his live sperm. He groaned a little when he shot over the wall of the bathroom.
“I love you Ankita. I want you.”
He moaned once, at the peak of the madness.
That night he slept with a pang of regret. He couldn’t believe his dirty fantasy was about Ankita. What an absurdity! He embraced Anvita in her sleep and sought for her forgiveness in his mind.
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Shreyas was getting tenser day by day. Atul was annoyed. He wondered if he would never get over it. A few days later Shreyas approached Atul with his problem.
“We have had that grand party and we are going to have another one, very soon. But the ground is very shaky, Atul. We are not making bigger moves. I fear we are stuck.”
He said.
“That’s absurd. You should be the last one to say this.”
Shreyas shook his head agreeably.
“I’m not sharing my concern with everyone. For them, we look all set.”
“Where’s the problem?”
“We don’t have any of those big ones we were hoping for.”
“It’s not the end.”
“Stop being so positive.”
Shreyas went on to give a detailed outlook and in the end, Atul was convinced.
“Yes. We lack solid offers. Survival is not a progress.”
“Exactly.”
“Do you have a plan?”
“I have a number of clients we can get in touch with.”
Atul went through the list and he saw nothing green.
“These are dead ends, Shreyas. It will be embarrassing to hold…”
“I know that,” Shreyas interrupted. “Atul, in the absence of one good deal, all the good work we have done until now will be forgotten. We will be forgotten.”
“I understand, Shreyas. But how? Can you suggest a potential client from your list that’s somewhat easy to impress? They all have chosen to move on. It’s all dust.”
“None of them are easy, to any extent.”
“Then?”
“I suggest you go and meet each of them on your own.”
Atul put down the pen he was playing with, on the desk.
“Now you want me to work with sales?”
“No.”
“No?”
“We are not selling anything. We are buying.”
“Bullshit!”
“Atul, I want you to take it personally – I know you are very good at convincing people. If you ask someone something in the face, I have noticed that nobody refuses.”
Atul smirked.
“Let me run a test. Please recommend a rise in my pay, my boss?”
Shreyas smiled.
“I am not your boss.”
“You can recommend.”
“But this is not the way you should ask. Convince me.”
“You are tougher than these…” Atul looked at the list again. “…they are in Mumbai and Pune. Nice selection.”
“You must travel. They should feel like you are actively taking interest in them.”
Atul laughed.
“You know all the tricks. Why don’t you…”
“Can I count on you?”
“You’ve praised me enough, man. I am committed to fulfilling.”
When Atul told Anvita he will be travelling, she was suspicious.
“Is it still me?”
“No, you have nothing to do with it. Shreyas actually needs my help.”
She was still worried.
“I will be alone.”
“It’s just one day, babe. And you won’t be alone. Your friendly neighbours are still here.”
Two days later, Shreyas came back to him.
“I’m attaching Shriya with you. She will assist you during the trip.”
Shriya was friendly and beautiful, but she had never impressed Atul with her brain.
“No. I can handle it myself, Shreyas.”
Atul said.
The first client was in Mumbai.
Thursday, Atul boarded the morning flight and held the talk with a three-member board of the client in the evening. Two were in his favour but one was determined. By the end of the day, Atul was convinced that his first attempt was a failure. He spent the night in a hotel suite and fell asleep early. As he returned, he phoned Anvita and went directly to his office.
“It’s okay, Atul.”
Shreyas said.
“I am glad you were close. Next one hopefully should have fewer members.”
Atul knew it will go on for some time. Even though he was not worried about it in the beginning, it was not easy to move on. The fact that he was close to winning only made it worse. His mind often slipped back to the presentation he held at Mumbai. There has to be an improvement for next time. He was thoughtful and was unable to concentrate on work.
“What happened, Atul? Are you not well?”
Shreyas interrupted his calculations.
“Not so well; some sort of a headache, Shreyas. It’ll be alright soon, I hope.”
“You can take rest if you want, Atul.”
He said.
Atul was amused. Is he joking?
He wasn’t.
“I am serious, Atul. Go home. You look tired. I’ll get someone manage your calls.”
Atul was happy to grab his advice. He winded up in ten minutes.
The moment he stepped out of the office, he was breathing fresh and alive. He had no issue with his head and he headed home. He paid the cab driver and walked over to the lift and there she was.
“Hi, Atul.”
Neeti greeted him with a glowing smile. Her face glowed more than usual.
Suddenly Atul was drawn to a fantasy world he was building with Anvita in that he saw this woman pushing a thick meat into her mouth and sucking on it. Atul couldn’t look away from her lips. He felt a jerk in his pants.
“Hello, Neeti.”
He greeted her back, his eyes still on her luscious lips. Soft and juicy. Rajat must have sucked them. And she had them around his meat, letting it slid in and out of her mouth. He was carrying a bone in his pants before he realised it, watching Neeti through a different lens from a couple of feet distance.
Neeti stepped inside the lift and he followed. She carried a small carry bag.
“Mangoes?”
He asked.
“Yup. Mohit loves mangoes.”
He couldn’t help but stole a glance at her breast through the corner of his eyes and he gauged their size when she pressed the button on the wall. Mangoes. Who wouldn’t love them?
As the lift was closed he instantly felt he was transported to some other world. The scent of her body with that of her perfume was all in the air and he felt her growing inside him. He took a deep breath as the lift started to move.
“Your perfume, it’s sweet.”
He blurted out.
Neeti smiled without showing her teeth.
“Thanks.”
The lift stopped and he stepped out half-heartedly.
Does she know that I know? He wondered.
He felt Neeti’s smell was still around him. Just a few seconds with her in the lift had him fallen for her allure. The distant thought of Rajat having tasted all of her gave him goosebump and he had to acknowledge the fact that he had begun to envy Rajat. He kept wondering about being him and pressed the doorbell.
His jaw dropped on the floor when the door was opened.
“Hi, Atul.”
Rajat stood there with a smile.
“Rajat... Hi!”
He could barely utter the words.
What is he doing in my house?
Atul walked in carefully and his eyes ran all over his house in a panic, searching for Anvita. A moment later, she showed up at the bedroom door, puzzled.
For one second, Atul couldn’t think of anything. His mind had gone blank.
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