21-04-2019, 01:07 PM
DIARY OF A LOSER
PART15
My eyes scanned the lobby as I waited for the elevator. Moments later I quickly walked down the hall to my room. Monisha was nowhere to be seen. I went to the communicating door and pressed my ear against the door but it was all quiet. I then realized that the door has been left open. With a mixture of dread and anticipation, I realized Ravi wanted me to see what was going on. He wanted to show me he could make love to my wife right there with me watching. My heart pounded. Ravi was going to have his way with my wife, or at least try to. He wanted me to be witness to that. I was shaking, from excitement. I quietly opened the door slightly, not wanting to draw attention on me.
Monisha was in the room with Ravi. He had reached for her hands and was holding one in each of his.
"You're nice to be with, you know. I really enjoy your company."
Monisha seemed to blush at his words. "I'd better be going."
He leaned forward to stroke her cheek. "You're lovely, so beautiful."
Monisha froze and held her breath.
"You shouldn't ..." she said as Ravi ran the tip of his finger along her neck and down her chest.
"... please ..." Monisha whined as Ravi's finger neared her breasts, her heart pounding in her chest.
"...You know I'm married ..." Monisha begged, a moan escaping her lips as Ravi's finger traced a circle around her breast.
Ravi finally raised an eyebrow, looking amused and pulled his hand away.
Monisha blushed again, her heart pounding even harder. "I better go ... Rajiv is waiting for me," she said nervously.
Ravi looked into Monisha's eyes. "Would it be too forward of me to say I'd love to see more of your wonderful legs? Why don't you raise your dress for me?"
"No…. not again…. I don't think so," Monisha said, putting as much indignation into her voice as she could.
Ravi moved his hands down her sides until his fingers rested just below her skirt. He clutched the skirt's hem and slightly raised it. "Your husband would like this, don't you think? He'd want me to pull your skirt up."
"Stop it."
"Come on, just a little bit," Ravi said almost playfully, raising Monisha's skirt another inch, his fingers trailing on her silky thighs. "I didn’t forget what you have told me earlier about your husband’s fantasies. We both know Rajiv would want me to……."
"Please stop," Monisha said, her heart pounding, feeling trapped and helpless as Ravi slowly raised her skirt, slowly exposed her, his fingers tracing circles on her thighs.
"Your husband wants me to make love to you," Ravi completed his sentence this time while his fingers continued their upward climb.
"Stop," Monisha pleaded again, her breathing rapid as Ravi continued to caress her legs, his fingers only inches from her sensitive bare thighs, just inches from her panties.
"Look Monisha it’s you who told me that you and your husband often enjoy role playing about me.
I have tested it with Rajiv also. When I told him that I am very much attracted to you, he immediately became excited. Don’t worry I have not told him anything about the role playing fantasies of him that you have informed me earlier. Do you know what he wood want? He'd want me to pleasure you right here”. His finger was indicating Monisha’s pussy.
Ravi knew Monisha was close to surrendering her body to him, but he wanted my wife to beg for it.
Ravi didn't say anything more, but his eyes never left Monisha's. I felt Monisha wilting under his intense gaze. Flustered, she broke eye contact and looked away.
She sighed and said, "Ravi!! Stop! That's not why I came here!!"
“Monisha, you want me, I know that. There’s nothing you want now more than that. Why are you lying to yourself?”
She said, "I came to tell you to stop all this. No Ravi. I can't do it anymore. I'm married and I can't afford to fool my husband and loose everything for you.”
Ravi laughed. "Monisha, you know that's not true. Rajiv wants us to have sex.”
“He’s going to be terribly hurt, he doesn’t know. I'm sorry. You know how much I like you but no.....I can't do it again! It won’t happen again."
She then moved away and said she had to go. I watched her walk away as the door closed behind her.
________________________________________
I staggered backwards in the darkened area behind communicating door, my knees weak, trying to process what I had just seen and heard. “IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN.... IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN... IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN...”
I stood there repeating Monisha's words in my mind as if somehow the hidden implications would suddenly appear in front of my eyes. I really wanted to get the real story here.
I heard the door open and Monisha come in and toss her keys onto the counter, but my mind didn't register anything. I heard her heels click on the hardwood floor as she made her way in the room. I was completely shaken by the scene I had just witnessed and the words that Monisha had just told Ravi.
Monisha hurried into the room and didn't glance in my direction. Her face was flushed. She didn't even realize I was there. It was as if she forgot I existed. From her movements, I was pretty sure that she was shaking and seemed unsteady on her feet. She gripped the table in front of the mirror and took deep breaths to try to calm down. She seemed troubled by her interaction with Ravi and the way the evening had turned out, her hair was disheveled, her cheeks rosy, her chest heaving. She was going through a mix of emotions, probably angry, embarrassed, outraged, and humiliated, all at the same time.
I wanted to say something, but when I wanted to move from my hiding towards her side of the room, something seemed wrong. I couldn't move. My legs wouldn't work.
Monisha stood in front of the mirror and closed her eyes as she took a couple of deep breaths. I looked at Monisha’s face and started to feel something wasn't right. Slowly I unexpectedly saw her hand move towards her bosom. She trailed her fingers across her breasts and she caressed herself. Her eyes were closed in front of the mirror she rubbed her nipples and let out a slight moan. It took a moment for me to catch up.
Her left hand began to drift downwards towards her abdomen; then further down. She reached down and gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it up her legs, not stopping until it bunched around her waist. With one hand on her breast, she extended the other and touched her panties. She spread her legs, her heels dragging across the floor.
At that moment my heart stopped beating. The whole world froze. I was shell shocked, but managed to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want to humiliate Monisha further by appearing in front of her just now.
Monisha’s reflection in the mirror looked incredibly wanton. Beads of sweat formed on my brow as I saw one of her fingers slowly disappear. I almost lost it when, a moment later, I heard Monisha, my loving Monisha, moan, and I knew her finger had found her clit. This blatant behavior made me uneasy. I'd never before seen my wife behave this way, and it disturbed and excited me at the same time.
I stared at Monisha, unable to take my eyes from the incredibly sexy sight in front of me. It was hard to believe this was the same woman I married and lived with, every day of my life. I couldn't believe the transformation.
She moaned under her breath as she began rubbing and massaging her clit vigorously. She had to take her left hand away from her breast and steady herself with it on the table as her knees became weaker. She closed her eyes and let out a deep moan. All her leg muscles tightened and she found herself standing on her toes.
I gaped at my wife's performance. Monisha sighed and gasped, wanting a man’s hands on her. Her body burned, she was so hot and she needed a guy to put out the fire. I knew it was not just any guy. There was only one pair of hands she wanted. One mouth. One body. One person she visualized as she closed her eyes and touched herself even more intimately, acknowledging, at least here in the privacy of her room, how much she wanted the hand on her body to be Ravi’s.
Ravi had aroused her. Tonight he had fueled the fires inside her. She could not deny her body, she was attracted to Ravi. He was gorgeous and so handsome and his openness disarmed and charmed her. After being so close to him, dancing with him, his fingers touching her, she now needed some kind of relief.
In her mind, the touch was all his. And the possibilities playing in her mind had her thrusting against her own fingers, longing to be filled but taking the only form of pleasure she could manage at the moment.
Suddenly, there was again a knock on the room door and it opened on Ravi. "Monisha, are you alright? I thought ..."
Ravi's heart leaped as he gawked at the sight before him, Monisha's dress bunched around her waist, her legs exposed and spread wide, a hand holding on the table, the other down her panties.
In two graceful strides Ravi closed the distance between him and Monisha. There was no one stopping him. Monisha had bewitched him. He wanted her more than life itself. The concept of deferred satisfaction was not for him. He wasn’t used to waiting for a woman.
"Ravi, no," Monisha protested, pushing down her skirt. A muffled gasp of fright escaped her just she was silenced by Ravi's hungry mouth. He crushed her full, soft lips with his and plundered her mouth with an explicit sensual force that left her trembling. That kiss stole her words, her breath, her ability to think and her legs threatened to buckle under her with the shock of it.
Ravi backed Monisha up and pressed her against the wall. He continued kissing her, his passion was raw and thrilling and terrifyingly new to her. Monisha appeared to be in a trance. Firm hands lifted her off her feet into stirring contact with him. She squirmed against him, her fingers roving over his shoulders.
Finally, he released her lips, leaving her gasping for air and yet stricken at that loss of contact. “I’m sorry.” Ravi purred.
“Sorry you kissed me?” she couldn’t help asking.
He shook his head. “Sorry I had to stop.”
“Oh.” Colour washed through her beautiful cheeks. Ravi started kissing her again and she stopped wondering. He kissed her until she couldn’t think anymore. She didn’t want to think, she refused to think.
"Ravi, we have to stop now. You agreed to stop. Anyone could catch us here."
"Monisha, I don't care anymore what we agreed upon, you know you want this,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair, spreading it across her shoulders.
“Don’t stop me,” he whispered hoarsely as his mouth glided down the extended length of her neck. He tasted her soft earlobe, moving slowly down the long line of her delicate neck, nibbling lightly, savoring the unique flavors of skin and woman.
He closed a hand to hers in an imprisoning gesture. “You haunt my dreams,” he said. “You could be seriously bad for my health. Right now I think I could die from wanting you, Monisha.”
Monisha could see the lust in his eyes. Pure and undisguised, unhidden by social demands or proper breeding that insisted it wasn’t polite to visibly covet a woman. He was coveting. She was being coveted. They were both caught in the tension of it. Her body couldn’t help responding. In a matter of moments he had rewritten her knowledge of herself. Her body was crying out for him and she was shocked. She wanted him. He had made her want him.
Ravi bent down and scooped my wife into his arms as though she weighed nothing. He kept kissing her all the while walking towards the bed. He finally broke the kiss and stared at her as he dropped her down on the bed going down with her. He spread one hand in the back of her neck and swooped down to kiss her again. He feathered tender kisses on her lips for a while. He then kissed her with a deep urgency, ravishing her mouth.
Almost roughly he hiked her dress up to her hips and kissed her panties with a feverish lust. A sensation like a frisson of delicious heat darted through her pelvis and she shivered.
"Oohh..." she moaned softly. The look in her eyes confirmed what I had always suspected. She could never give herself to him by her own free will. I watched in amazement as my handsome boss broke down my wife’s defense and had his way with her.
While she struggled to catch her breath he lifted her leg and peeled off her shoes slowly and provocatively. He punctuated each and every action with the drugging demand of his lips on hers. So aroused was she by this treatment that when he attempted to step back she automatically put her arms out to prevent him and stretched up to find that taunting, teasing mouth of his for herself. She was a wreck. She wanted him to kiss her in every way a man could kiss a woman. And in every place on her body.
She watched as Ravi cast aside his clothes in a series of brisk movements. Impatient fingers moved to release the buttons on his shirt. The fabric edges parted to display the sleek expanse of his chest and flat abdomen. He then pushed Monisha’s dress back up her legs, and wrought her panties off with more impatience than cool. She hastily looked away, her senses quivering. She seemed suddenly aware that she was actually about to have sex with a man she barely knew. She appeared shy and shamefully aware that she had just pulled him back to her, desperate for another kiss.
"Ravi, please, stop," Monisha begged, trying to squeeze her legs together and push Ravi away.
"Shut up and kiss me," he said, as he brought his lips to hers again. Monisha tried to turn away, but he held her still, wrapping his fingers in her hair. He edged his tongue into her mouth, overcoming her resistance, and danced his tongue around hers.
Again Monisha's body betrayed her. She began to return Ravi's kisses, pressing her lips against his, opening her mouth, allowing Ravi's tongue to roam freely. Their mouths kissed with fever. His tongue curled against hers as her hands moved against his cheeks. Already her hips were moving toward him in a simulation of sex. Her hands reached for the buckles of his belt, but he held away from her, whispering urgently, “Please say yes. For no other reason than that you want to.”
And she moaned "please". She was shaking all over. The moment of truth had passed. My lovely wife Monisha was going to have sexual intercourse with my boss.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
PART15
My eyes scanned the lobby as I waited for the elevator. Moments later I quickly walked down the hall to my room. Monisha was nowhere to be seen. I went to the communicating door and pressed my ear against the door but it was all quiet. I then realized that the door has been left open. With a mixture of dread and anticipation, I realized Ravi wanted me to see what was going on. He wanted to show me he could make love to my wife right there with me watching. My heart pounded. Ravi was going to have his way with my wife, or at least try to. He wanted me to be witness to that. I was shaking, from excitement. I quietly opened the door slightly, not wanting to draw attention on me.
Monisha was in the room with Ravi. He had reached for her hands and was holding one in each of his.
"You're nice to be with, you know. I really enjoy your company."
Monisha seemed to blush at his words. "I'd better be going."
He leaned forward to stroke her cheek. "You're lovely, so beautiful."
Monisha froze and held her breath.
"You shouldn't ..." she said as Ravi ran the tip of his finger along her neck and down her chest.
"... please ..." Monisha whined as Ravi's finger neared her breasts, her heart pounding in her chest.
"...You know I'm married ..." Monisha begged, a moan escaping her lips as Ravi's finger traced a circle around her breast.
Ravi finally raised an eyebrow, looking amused and pulled his hand away.
Monisha blushed again, her heart pounding even harder. "I better go ... Rajiv is waiting for me," she said nervously.
Ravi looked into Monisha's eyes. "Would it be too forward of me to say I'd love to see more of your wonderful legs? Why don't you raise your dress for me?"
"No…. not again…. I don't think so," Monisha said, putting as much indignation into her voice as she could.
Ravi moved his hands down her sides until his fingers rested just below her skirt. He clutched the skirt's hem and slightly raised it. "Your husband would like this, don't you think? He'd want me to pull your skirt up."
"Stop it."
"Come on, just a little bit," Ravi said almost playfully, raising Monisha's skirt another inch, his fingers trailing on her silky thighs. "I didn’t forget what you have told me earlier about your husband’s fantasies. We both know Rajiv would want me to……."
"Please stop," Monisha said, her heart pounding, feeling trapped and helpless as Ravi slowly raised her skirt, slowly exposed her, his fingers tracing circles on her thighs.
"Your husband wants me to make love to you," Ravi completed his sentence this time while his fingers continued their upward climb.
"Stop," Monisha pleaded again, her breathing rapid as Ravi continued to caress her legs, his fingers only inches from her sensitive bare thighs, just inches from her panties.
"Look Monisha it’s you who told me that you and your husband often enjoy role playing about me.
I have tested it with Rajiv also. When I told him that I am very much attracted to you, he immediately became excited. Don’t worry I have not told him anything about the role playing fantasies of him that you have informed me earlier. Do you know what he wood want? He'd want me to pleasure you right here”. His finger was indicating Monisha’s pussy.
Ravi knew Monisha was close to surrendering her body to him, but he wanted my wife to beg for it.
Ravi didn't say anything more, but his eyes never left Monisha's. I felt Monisha wilting under his intense gaze. Flustered, she broke eye contact and looked away.
She sighed and said, "Ravi!! Stop! That's not why I came here!!"
“Monisha, you want me, I know that. There’s nothing you want now more than that. Why are you lying to yourself?”
She said, "I came to tell you to stop all this. No Ravi. I can't do it anymore. I'm married and I can't afford to fool my husband and loose everything for you.”
Ravi laughed. "Monisha, you know that's not true. Rajiv wants us to have sex.”
“He’s going to be terribly hurt, he doesn’t know. I'm sorry. You know how much I like you but no.....I can't do it again! It won’t happen again."
She then moved away and said she had to go. I watched her walk away as the door closed behind her.
________________________________________
I staggered backwards in the darkened area behind communicating door, my knees weak, trying to process what I had just seen and heard. “IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN.... IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN... IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN...”
I stood there repeating Monisha's words in my mind as if somehow the hidden implications would suddenly appear in front of my eyes. I really wanted to get the real story here.
I heard the door open and Monisha come in and toss her keys onto the counter, but my mind didn't register anything. I heard her heels click on the hardwood floor as she made her way in the room. I was completely shaken by the scene I had just witnessed and the words that Monisha had just told Ravi.
Monisha hurried into the room and didn't glance in my direction. Her face was flushed. She didn't even realize I was there. It was as if she forgot I existed. From her movements, I was pretty sure that she was shaking and seemed unsteady on her feet. She gripped the table in front of the mirror and took deep breaths to try to calm down. She seemed troubled by her interaction with Ravi and the way the evening had turned out, her hair was disheveled, her cheeks rosy, her chest heaving. She was going through a mix of emotions, probably angry, embarrassed, outraged, and humiliated, all at the same time.
I wanted to say something, but when I wanted to move from my hiding towards her side of the room, something seemed wrong. I couldn't move. My legs wouldn't work.
Monisha stood in front of the mirror and closed her eyes as she took a couple of deep breaths. I looked at Monisha’s face and started to feel something wasn't right. Slowly I unexpectedly saw her hand move towards her bosom. She trailed her fingers across her breasts and she caressed herself. Her eyes were closed in front of the mirror she rubbed her nipples and let out a slight moan. It took a moment for me to catch up.
Her left hand began to drift downwards towards her abdomen; then further down. She reached down and gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it up her legs, not stopping until it bunched around her waist. With one hand on her breast, she extended the other and touched her panties. She spread her legs, her heels dragging across the floor.
At that moment my heart stopped beating. The whole world froze. I was shell shocked, but managed to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want to humiliate Monisha further by appearing in front of her just now.
Monisha’s reflection in the mirror looked incredibly wanton. Beads of sweat formed on my brow as I saw one of her fingers slowly disappear. I almost lost it when, a moment later, I heard Monisha, my loving Monisha, moan, and I knew her finger had found her clit. This blatant behavior made me uneasy. I'd never before seen my wife behave this way, and it disturbed and excited me at the same time.
I stared at Monisha, unable to take my eyes from the incredibly sexy sight in front of me. It was hard to believe this was the same woman I married and lived with, every day of my life. I couldn't believe the transformation.
She moaned under her breath as she began rubbing and massaging her clit vigorously. She had to take her left hand away from her breast and steady herself with it on the table as her knees became weaker. She closed her eyes and let out a deep moan. All her leg muscles tightened and she found herself standing on her toes.
I gaped at my wife's performance. Monisha sighed and gasped, wanting a man’s hands on her. Her body burned, she was so hot and she needed a guy to put out the fire. I knew it was not just any guy. There was only one pair of hands she wanted. One mouth. One body. One person she visualized as she closed her eyes and touched herself even more intimately, acknowledging, at least here in the privacy of her room, how much she wanted the hand on her body to be Ravi’s.
Ravi had aroused her. Tonight he had fueled the fires inside her. She could not deny her body, she was attracted to Ravi. He was gorgeous and so handsome and his openness disarmed and charmed her. After being so close to him, dancing with him, his fingers touching her, she now needed some kind of relief.
In her mind, the touch was all his. And the possibilities playing in her mind had her thrusting against her own fingers, longing to be filled but taking the only form of pleasure she could manage at the moment.
Suddenly, there was again a knock on the room door and it opened on Ravi. "Monisha, are you alright? I thought ..."
Ravi's heart leaped as he gawked at the sight before him, Monisha's dress bunched around her waist, her legs exposed and spread wide, a hand holding on the table, the other down her panties.
In two graceful strides Ravi closed the distance between him and Monisha. There was no one stopping him. Monisha had bewitched him. He wanted her more than life itself. The concept of deferred satisfaction was not for him. He wasn’t used to waiting for a woman.
"Ravi, no," Monisha protested, pushing down her skirt. A muffled gasp of fright escaped her just she was silenced by Ravi's hungry mouth. He crushed her full, soft lips with his and plundered her mouth with an explicit sensual force that left her trembling. That kiss stole her words, her breath, her ability to think and her legs threatened to buckle under her with the shock of it.
Ravi backed Monisha up and pressed her against the wall. He continued kissing her, his passion was raw and thrilling and terrifyingly new to her. Monisha appeared to be in a trance. Firm hands lifted her off her feet into stirring contact with him. She squirmed against him, her fingers roving over his shoulders.
Finally, he released her lips, leaving her gasping for air and yet stricken at that loss of contact. “I’m sorry.” Ravi purred.
“Sorry you kissed me?” she couldn’t help asking.
He shook his head. “Sorry I had to stop.”
“Oh.” Colour washed through her beautiful cheeks. Ravi started kissing her again and she stopped wondering. He kissed her until she couldn’t think anymore. She didn’t want to think, she refused to think.
"Ravi, we have to stop now. You agreed to stop. Anyone could catch us here."
"Monisha, I don't care anymore what we agreed upon, you know you want this,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair, spreading it across her shoulders.
“Don’t stop me,” he whispered hoarsely as his mouth glided down the extended length of her neck. He tasted her soft earlobe, moving slowly down the long line of her delicate neck, nibbling lightly, savoring the unique flavors of skin and woman.
He closed a hand to hers in an imprisoning gesture. “You haunt my dreams,” he said. “You could be seriously bad for my health. Right now I think I could die from wanting you, Monisha.”
Monisha could see the lust in his eyes. Pure and undisguised, unhidden by social demands or proper breeding that insisted it wasn’t polite to visibly covet a woman. He was coveting. She was being coveted. They were both caught in the tension of it. Her body couldn’t help responding. In a matter of moments he had rewritten her knowledge of herself. Her body was crying out for him and she was shocked. She wanted him. He had made her want him.
Ravi bent down and scooped my wife into his arms as though she weighed nothing. He kept kissing her all the while walking towards the bed. He finally broke the kiss and stared at her as he dropped her down on the bed going down with her. He spread one hand in the back of her neck and swooped down to kiss her again. He feathered tender kisses on her lips for a while. He then kissed her with a deep urgency, ravishing her mouth.
Almost roughly he hiked her dress up to her hips and kissed her panties with a feverish lust. A sensation like a frisson of delicious heat darted through her pelvis and she shivered.
"Oohh..." she moaned softly. The look in her eyes confirmed what I had always suspected. She could never give herself to him by her own free will. I watched in amazement as my handsome boss broke down my wife’s defense and had his way with her.
While she struggled to catch her breath he lifted her leg and peeled off her shoes slowly and provocatively. He punctuated each and every action with the drugging demand of his lips on hers. So aroused was she by this treatment that when he attempted to step back she automatically put her arms out to prevent him and stretched up to find that taunting, teasing mouth of his for herself. She was a wreck. She wanted him to kiss her in every way a man could kiss a woman. And in every place on her body.
She watched as Ravi cast aside his clothes in a series of brisk movements. Impatient fingers moved to release the buttons on his shirt. The fabric edges parted to display the sleek expanse of his chest and flat abdomen. He then pushed Monisha’s dress back up her legs, and wrought her panties off with more impatience than cool. She hastily looked away, her senses quivering. She seemed suddenly aware that she was actually about to have sex with a man she barely knew. She appeared shy and shamefully aware that she had just pulled him back to her, desperate for another kiss.
"Ravi, please, stop," Monisha begged, trying to squeeze her legs together and push Ravi away.
"Shut up and kiss me," he said, as he brought his lips to hers again. Monisha tried to turn away, but he held her still, wrapping his fingers in her hair. He edged his tongue into her mouth, overcoming her resistance, and danced his tongue around hers.
Again Monisha's body betrayed her. She began to return Ravi's kisses, pressing her lips against his, opening her mouth, allowing Ravi's tongue to roam freely. Their mouths kissed with fever. His tongue curled against hers as her hands moved against his cheeks. Already her hips were moving toward him in a simulation of sex. Her hands reached for the buckles of his belt, but he held away from her, whispering urgently, “Please say yes. For no other reason than that you want to.”
And she moaned "please". She was shaking all over. The moment of truth had passed. My lovely wife Monisha was going to have sexual intercourse with my boss.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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