Adultery Kalpana & "Sir" by indian_exec2000

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Now that Shyam was engrossed in his work, even a fleeting thought about Kalpana didn't cross his mind. Kalpana on the other hand felt an aching emptiness within her in his absence. In her mid-thirties, she was in the prime of her sexuality. She had enjoyed a very fulfilling sex life with her hubby and in the normal course, she would never have been tempted to stray. But fate had decreed otherwise. Although she had angrily rejected her hubby's suggestions not to summarily rebuff any advances that another man might make, the seed of an idea had nevertheless been planted in her mind. Fate had then brought her and Shyam together. They had slowly (and in her case subconsciously) started feeling attracted to each other. And then at a fortuitous moment, a spark had ignited between them. There had been nothing subtle about his move on her on that fateful day. A part of her had wanted to resist him, but another part of her was strongly attracted to him; moreover she was so totally in awe of him that she had submitted to his lust almost without a fight. She had ended up co-operating with him and ultimately enjoying her ravishment. Even on their first encounter, she had been struck by his considerateness and his skilful lovemaking.


Now, after a few meetings she was headlong in lust with Shyam. She was totally obsessed with him. At the oddest moments, memories of their lovemaking came flooding back, distracting her from whatever she was doing. She was more or less continually in a state of half arousal. Her hubby Kapil could perhaps have helped to take Shyam off her mind, but unfortunately he was out of town. She checked their private email ID every day looking for Shyam's messages, but was disappointed not to find any. In a few days she became desperate. She started sending messages for him to read every day, sometimes twice a day. The email exchanges went somewhat like this:

"Busy? Kalpana"

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"Sir, hope you are OK. Kalpana"

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"Sir, don't work too hard. Kalpana"

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"Can I help you with your new project? Kalpana"

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"Miss you. Your Kalpana."

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"Please can't you at least say hello? Your Kalpana"

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"Eagerly waiting... K"

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"I'm never ever going to talk to you again. K"

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"Sorry about that. Please please please don't be angry. Only YOURS. K"

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One morning after about a week, Kalpana's heart leapt into her mouth as she logged in and found Shyam's message. With unsteady hands she clicked the message open.

"Would you like to spend a day in Alibaug? How about Saturday?"

That was about four days away. There was no explanation for his long silence, no reaction to her increasingly desperate messages, just a bald, matter of fact query. Although it was worded as a request, she knew she was expected to say yes. She read and re-read the message several times, just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. She was euphoric. At last "Sir" had replied to her! All was well, "Sir" hadn't forgotten her after all! Her disappointment, pique and anger evaporated. She barely suppressed an impulse to break into a dance. "Hooray!" She shouted, in her own mind.