10-05-2019, 08:08 PM
“Hello,” Rehana yelled out.
A young woman emerged from the conference room, a big smile on her face. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Sunita Patil. You must be Rehana.” At 5’9’’ in height, Sunita stood taller than Rehana. She had long black hair, blue eyes, and an athletic build. Her ample chest was prominently displayed beneath a tight fitting kameez.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Rehana said as the two women shook hands.
“Manu’s in the conference room. We were just going through some of the plans when you came in.”
Rehana followed Sunita back to the conference room. She couldn’t help but notice the sexy wiggle in the young women’s walk as she led the way. What’s going on with me, she thought. I’ve never been interested in women before, but damn she looks hot! Goddamn that Prasad. He’s got me so screwed up I’m getting turned on by everything!
As they entered the conference room, Sunita started the introductions. “Rehana, this is Manu. He just got in yesterday from Bangalore.”
“Hi, Manu,” Rehana said as she extended her hand. She looked the young man over quickly. There was something familiar about his 6-foot tall frame, and his short dark hair.
It wasn’t until he took her hand and shook it, holding it just a little longer then he should have, that she realized where she’d seen him before. And it was obvious from the grin on his face that he recognized her, also.
“It’s a real pleasure to meet you,” Manu said, the grin still prominently displayed on his face.
Rehana hesitated for an awkward moment. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” she responded nervously.
“Do you two know each other?” Sunita asked, noticing Rehana’s hesitation.
For a long moment, there was total silence as the three exchanged awkward glances. Finally, Manu spoke up. “This is the woman I told you about earlier.”
It took a second or two for Sunita to realize what Manu was saying. That this was the woman in the hotel window. The woman who’d surrendered herself to her young stud while Manu watched from his room across the courtyard.
For Rehana, the realization that this was the young man from last night shook her to her very core. It was one thing being promiscuous in public; it was quite another being caught at it by a guy who is supposed to work for you. And to make matters worse, he’d obviously told Sunita. She looked back and forth between the two, not knowing what to say, or how to handle the situation. This was supposed to be her project. She was the one responsible for making it happen. These two people were only there to support her, the young lady is the who is the architect of the project, and Manu is one who will make the drawings.
And yet, here she stood. Humiliated. She lowered her head, no longer able to even look them in the eyes.
As Sunita stared at Rehana, she could feel an excitement growing in her loins. Sunita was bi-sexual, and a very free spirit. She’d felt an attraction to both Manu and Rehana when they’d met, but given their business relationship, had discounted any sexual forays as not only unlikely, but unwise. Now, she saw a golden opportunity being laid right at her feet. If what Manu said was true, not only was Rehana a promiscuous married slut, but she was also a submissive. And Sunita just loved sub missives. And judging from the way Manu told the story, and the way he reacted upon seeing Rehana, she was certain that he would go along with almost anything.
After what seemed to Rehana like hours, she felt Sunita’s hand on her shoulder, but still she couldn’t look up. Slowly, Sunita moved in front of the terrified woman, placed her other hand gently under Rehana’s chin, and raised it until their eye’s finally met.
“It’s true, then. Isn’t it?” she asked softly. Rehana tried to turn away, but Sunita held her head in place. “Isn’t it?” she repeated in a firmer tone of voice.
Slowly, reluctantly, Rehana nodded her head, but said nothing.
SLAP! With a move that was sudden and unexpected, Sunita’s hand had left Rehana’s shoulder and slapped her across the face. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to sting.
A young woman emerged from the conference room, a big smile on her face. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Sunita Patil. You must be Rehana.” At 5’9’’ in height, Sunita stood taller than Rehana. She had long black hair, blue eyes, and an athletic build. Her ample chest was prominently displayed beneath a tight fitting kameez.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Rehana said as the two women shook hands.
“Manu’s in the conference room. We were just going through some of the plans when you came in.”
Rehana followed Sunita back to the conference room. She couldn’t help but notice the sexy wiggle in the young women’s walk as she led the way. What’s going on with me, she thought. I’ve never been interested in women before, but damn she looks hot! Goddamn that Prasad. He’s got me so screwed up I’m getting turned on by everything!
As they entered the conference room, Sunita started the introductions. “Rehana, this is Manu. He just got in yesterday from Bangalore.”
“Hi, Manu,” Rehana said as she extended her hand. She looked the young man over quickly. There was something familiar about his 6-foot tall frame, and his short dark hair.
It wasn’t until he took her hand and shook it, holding it just a little longer then he should have, that she realized where she’d seen him before. And it was obvious from the grin on his face that he recognized her, also.
“It’s a real pleasure to meet you,” Manu said, the grin still prominently displayed on his face.
Rehana hesitated for an awkward moment. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” she responded nervously.
“Do you two know each other?” Sunita asked, noticing Rehana’s hesitation.
For a long moment, there was total silence as the three exchanged awkward glances. Finally, Manu spoke up. “This is the woman I told you about earlier.”
It took a second or two for Sunita to realize what Manu was saying. That this was the woman in the hotel window. The woman who’d surrendered herself to her young stud while Manu watched from his room across the courtyard.
For Rehana, the realization that this was the young man from last night shook her to her very core. It was one thing being promiscuous in public; it was quite another being caught at it by a guy who is supposed to work for you. And to make matters worse, he’d obviously told Sunita. She looked back and forth between the two, not knowing what to say, or how to handle the situation. This was supposed to be her project. She was the one responsible for making it happen. These two people were only there to support her, the young lady is the who is the architect of the project, and Manu is one who will make the drawings.
And yet, here she stood. Humiliated. She lowered her head, no longer able to even look them in the eyes.
As Sunita stared at Rehana, she could feel an excitement growing in her loins. Sunita was bi-sexual, and a very free spirit. She’d felt an attraction to both Manu and Rehana when they’d met, but given their business relationship, had discounted any sexual forays as not only unlikely, but unwise. Now, she saw a golden opportunity being laid right at her feet. If what Manu said was true, not only was Rehana a promiscuous married slut, but she was also a submissive. And Sunita just loved sub missives. And judging from the way Manu told the story, and the way he reacted upon seeing Rehana, she was certain that he would go along with almost anything.
After what seemed to Rehana like hours, she felt Sunita’s hand on her shoulder, but still she couldn’t look up. Slowly, Sunita moved in front of the terrified woman, placed her other hand gently under Rehana’s chin, and raised it until their eye’s finally met.
“It’s true, then. Isn’t it?” she asked softly. Rehana tried to turn away, but Sunita held her head in place. “Isn’t it?” she repeated in a firmer tone of voice.
Slowly, reluctantly, Rehana nodded her head, but said nothing.
SLAP! With a move that was sudden and unexpected, Sunita’s hand had left Rehana’s shoulder and slapped her across the face. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to sting.
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Givemeextra
One man's wife is another man's slut
I don't have a Religion, I am free. Do not impose your Morality on me
Thanks & Regards,
Givemeextra
One man's wife is another man's slut
I don't have a Religion, I am free. Do not impose your Morality on me