Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 20

 

 

“Hi…Tina…” Tina called, she laughed out loud; shouting her own name was funny. A week at the job was fabulous, the presentation went well and she got a mention, the CEO shook her hand and welcomed her and thanked her for her part in the presentation. With a head swimming as though it were her first cigarette, she tried the cheap wine and cheese; if only she could just leave college and work there.

 

“Hi…Di…had a good day…” I asked.

 

“What are you up to…who’s this? You can’t hide a guy like…it’s Paul isn’t it…” Tina said.

 

“Not hungry…I’ll be back soon…” I murmured.

 

“Stop right there…Tina…you can go…Paul…” Tina aggressively spoke.

 

“Sure…Mrs. Sharma…see you later…” Paul whispered and slipped away.

 

“What have you been up to…the blinds were shut in your room…it’s easy to guess what you were up to…slut…how dare you bring a boy college to your bedroom…at least you could have waited until I got home from work…” Tina shouted.

 

“Oh…god…I’m so sorry…” I began then shut my mouth.

 

“So…tell me all about it…” Tina heavily said.

 

“Like…we only kissed…yea…I’m sorry …I’ve been a naughty girl…like…we didn’t do anything…honest…” I tried to look innocent.

 

“Just Kissing…you didn’t have sex with that boy…did you” Tina asked.

 

“No…like…no…really…” I spluttered. It suddenly came home to Tina that she was talking to her elder sister, not knowing whether to laugh or be angry, she calmed down. This whole situation could be turned to her advantage.

 

“You’ve been a naughty girl…I told you…I’d punish you if you misbehaved…” Tina firmly spoke. 

 

“Sorry…like…I promise to behave…I’ll be a good girl…” I pathetically spoke.

 

“You’ll go to college…behave like a good girl…make me proud of you…” Tina said.

 

“Like…yea…I’ll be good in class…won’t play with the boy…” I promised.

 

“Alright then…we’ll have pizza for dinner…you can choose…” Tina said. Eating pizza calmed us both, Tina was thinking over her day, while I was thankful Tina hadn’t caught us.

 

“It’s not the playing with boys…I don’t like…just don’t like to me…or get caught misbehaving in class…I’ll have to take over next week…I don’t want to be clearing up your mess…do you understand…” Tina said.

 

“Like…yea…I guess so…” I petulantly answered.

 

“It would be better not to see that boy tomorrow…it’s just that everything would be a mess…if you ended up in that awful assessment centre…” Tina told me.

 

“I can see who I like…I’m old enough to make that decision…we kissed…I didn’t say where I kissed him…” I brazenly said.

 

“In the bedroom of course…” Tina said, then noticed the taunting look. “You mean…you slut …I don’t believe it…you stay away from that boy…” Tina said.

 

“I’m old enough to decide who I go out with…he’s my boyfriend…” I replied laughing.

 

“I’ve to make this work for both of us…there’s got to be boundaries…and conditions…you’re doing a good job of being a collegegirl…I’ll help you all I can…as I’m acting as your elder sister…I set the boundaries…take responsibility for you…” Tina said.

 

“You’re just acting like father…talking about boundaries…rules…and discipline…well you can’t stop me seeing Paul…I’ll go all the way…if I want to…” I replied. Tina had a look of shock across her face, it suddenly occurred to her, that I could become pregnant with a boy from college. I got up to walk out of the kitchen, when I felt a tug on the collar of my blouse, I went backwards and was caught by Tina. Tina pulled me over her knees.  

 

“You’re behaving like a slut…this is for back-chatting me…” Tina said and whacked me.

 

“Ow…stop it…” I protested.

 

“This is for messing around in college…” Tina said, pulled my panties down to slap my bare bottom.

 

“Ow…no…don’t…you can’t spank me…I’m your elder sister…” I loudly complained.

 

“You’re letting that class get to you…they might misbehave…but you’re the naughty once…” Tina said and laughed.

 

“Don’t you like that…me being the naughty one…” I replied.

 

“Yeh…but…be careful…don’t get pregnant…I think you like getting spanked…don’t you…” Tina said.

 

“This is the second time…I’m getting spanked today…its exciting…” I replied.

 

“Second? When was the first time?” Tina asked and I told her the entire story how I was spanked in front of the class. We giggled and went to sleep, but I was unable to sleep. I was unsure if I wanted to stay in character, it was dangerous playing around with a nineteen-year-old from college; as a responsible adult, I wouldn’t have even considered it. This whole play acting as a collegegirl, hot got to me. Relief from the pressures of adulthood had shaken up my whole life. Paul was nice, but he was neither a man, nor a boy. That wasn’t it, my younger sister Tina would take over from me on Monday, even if it was the name only. A new Id, and a new class and the swap would go smoothly. Only if I didn’t make waves, or get a bad reputation. Playing around with Paul might give me bad reputation.

 

Our Thursday morning breakfast was eaten quietly, we both had a lot to think about. I’d been pretending to be my younger sister, when it all went wrong and I ended up in college. To keep up the pretence and not make a mistake, we agreed to play the roles at home; both of us enjoyed the role reversal for our own reasons. However, yesterday something happened which deepened the roles far too much. It wasn’t the spanking as such, it was what it meant. Apart from stinging my bottom and Tina’s hand, it meant a shift of power in the household was complete. I was not subject to my younger sister’s authority.

 

“You look good…guys will be having a tough time in office…” I said. Tina was wearing another of my business suits, this was racier, and I wondered why it was being worn. The skirt was tight and short, showing off a slim figure and too much leg.

 

“Di…teacher told me to get a new uniform…I told them you were taking me at the weekend… to buy new clothes…” I told Tina.

 

“Sure…I’ll give you a note for college…so you don’t get into trouble…” Tina said. “Make sure you’re a good girl in class…have you done your homework?” she added. I nodded, while crunching on crispy flakes. Usually I just had a coffee and some toast every morning, now I was eating my younger sister Tina’s breakfast cereal and confirmed I’d completed my homework, ready to take the college bus.

 

Before the bus arrived at the bus stop, Paul pulled up, it was embarrassing getting into his car as the others made teasing and rude remarks. It felt as though I were being taunted, like back then, when in high college the first time. The clumsy, shy, collegegirl emerged in my mind and I stumbled, falling into the car. While ass upward, everyone crowded around to comment on my panties. They were my younger sister’s and were too tight, hardly covering my bottom. While folded up at the waist, it was a struggle to get up onto the seat; when I backed out, the guys tried to help me which was very unwelcome.

 

“Hey you…fuck off…” Paul shouted at them.

 

“Poor thing…” One of the girls said and helped me up. I was dishevelled and had to adjust my bra. Before I could say anything, Paul leaned over for a kiss. Everyone saw us smooching and laughed, though no one commented as it was Paul, and he was respected. He quickly pulled away into the traffic, having made his point.

 

“Hope your elder sister didn’t go too heavy on you…” he said, fishing for an answer.

 

“After catching us last night…she doesn’t want me to see you again…” I quietly said.

 

“Well…you’ve broken that rule already…” Paul laughed.

 

“Maybe I shouldn’t…its wrong…I get carried away…you don’t know me…if you knew me… you wouldn’t want me…” I blurted out. This was a way of saying I wouldn’t be available from the weekend and after. The collegegirl would be no more and as a respectable woman, I couldn’t give in to these base desires. He pulled up at the side of the road and gripped my shoulders.

 

“Listen to me…you’re my girlfriend…that means until the end of high college…maybe much longer than that…I love you…Tina…” Paul firmly told me. I smiled and it quickly broadened to take over my whole face.

 

“Paul…I love you…” I spontaneously said, it shook me to realise how deeply it was meant. “We’ll have to be careful…” I demurely spoke.

 

“Okay…we’ll be careful…” Paul said with a meaningful look.

 

“Hey…you know what I mean…well…both I guess…” I laughed. As he drove to college, I thought over how easy it had been to capitulate. The cane in college, and the spanking at home, hadn’t made me more responsible, it brought out the submissive side of my personality. Instead, I became more obedient and susceptible to others. One of those others was Paul.

 

For once me and Paul behaved ourselves in class, Miss Derby was less strict, but yesterday’s demonstration of authority had quietened the whole class. I noticed Miss Derby glance at Brian and quickly look away, she smiled to herself and her cheeks tinted pink from embarrassment or something. I didn’t want to know what was up with Miss Derby, so didn’t mention it to Carol. Instead we talked about my elder sister grounding me and so me and Paul wouldn’t be able to join them at the weekend. It was far too embarrassing to mention my elder sister had spanked me, especially as it was really my younger sister who put me over her knees. This was an easier part of the preparations for our change over, my younger sister would replace me on Monday morning, in the proper class. No one in this classroom need see me again.

 

“Just kissing in your room…she must thought you were doing more than that…you were…I can see it in your face…really…you did…didn’t you…you must really like him a lot to do that…yea…its up to you…who you see and what you do…” Carol confirmed.

 

“Are you two supposed to be studying the text book in front of you…that’s clever…without even glancing at it…just read…and absorb the text…” Miss Derby calmly told us. Me and Carol settled down to study. Carol glanced at me, marvelling at my experience and confidence with boys. When Miss Derby called a revision period with pairs, my heart fluttered, Paul came close to me, but didn’t reach out to maul me. Instead he kept his hands to himself, the look in his eyes was enough to have my eyelids fluttering and looking heated. Looking away from Paul, I noticed Brian walk out the door, Miss Derby was already missing. It made me wonder how often that had happened. Usually she’d been too busy fending off Brian to notice anything else. Putting things together, I wondered if the idea could be right, but said nothing. Besides, it could be a coincidence and the last thing I needed was to make trouble.

 

“Kiss me…” I said, instead of the awful truth.

 

After college me and Paul drove to a lonely spot and parked up, when in high college before, I’d dreamed of being driven to lover’s lane with a certain boy. This time around I was one of the popular girls in class with a heart-throb of a boyfriend, this place was called lovers lead and had a better view overlooking the city. A different city, a different high college and a different dreamy boy; but the feelings were the same. We ardently kissed for a while; I broke away from him as he became more passionate.

 

“Do you love me…don’t you?” I asked.  

 

“I do…come here silly…” Paul said and wrapped his arms tight around me. In Paul’s arms I felt a great desire to make him happy overwhelmed me. The kissing was nice, but I wanted more. Pushing away from him, I simply said “Paul…I’m yours…make love to me…”  

 

Paul pulled me onto his lap, facing him; he looked into my eyes for a while, then passionately kissed me. My lips, face and neck were tingling from his caresses; his fingers stroked my pussy, so he knew I was ready. He continued to tease me, but I didn’t complain; thinking of myself as his girlfriend, his lover, his girl, it felt right. It was a wonderful feeling of belonging to him. He lifted me off his knees, then lowered me down a little; I felt the head of his cock touch me. It slid over my wet lips and pushed against my bud. This wasn’t needed, I wanted to feel full of his hardness. The special feeling of being taken by my lover was needed.

 

Paul held me under my armpits, holding me steady, while his cock slipped over my slit. A keening noise whimpered from my throat, he lowered me back down onto his lap, with my full weight pushing his cock deep inside. My vagina clamped up it, gripping it hard; his cock seemed to fill me up and I engulfed him with all my strength. The look on my face was one of pure bliss, Paul watched my mouth fall open and a small moan gargle from my throat. He partly lifted me, partly pushed up with his knees and hips, it was a difficult position but it meant a slower and more steady grinding of my pussy. My voice changes to a little chirrupy sound, emitted on every deep out-breath. It was amusing how my face and voice changed on approaching an orgasm. Being able to control our movements meant holding back, though there was another motive.

 

“Oh…yes…Paul…I’m there…” I yelped, then hisses like a deflating balloon.  My head flopped onto his shoulder and he reached for my breasts. They were now very sensitive, yet I was too weak to pull away; instead I whimpered and cooed while he massaged them. His cock was still deep inside me, when the moment was right; he pounded me hard, just the way I liked it. The rough hard sex set me off again. Next time he would try talking dirty to me, maybe he could get me to talk dirty back to him; there was so much more to sex than he’d first thought. It was great having a partner willing to try things out, there was only one thing he wanted now and he’d the patience to wait.

 

“Paul…you didn’t orgasm…you’re still hard inside me…” I said.

 

“I wanted to pleasure you…that’s all…” Paul smiled and kissed me.

 

“Mmm…that’s nice…it’s so nice inside…shit…Uhhhh…I’m going to cum again…” I said and hissed out something unintelligible. It only took a short while for me to recover, my breathing was still deep when I kissed him and thanked him between pecks. 

 

“That…was wonderful…my wonderful lover…” I said, kissed and moaned. Eventually I came to my senses, if I didn’t let go of his cock; my vagina would become sore. Though I wondered if another climax might be possible. He helped me lift up its length, I half stood with legs either side of his knees, and my hands on his shoulders supporting my weight. While in this vulnerable position, he wiped between my legs with a tissue, then pulled the crotch of my panties in place. He gently patted my pussy, the unexpected attention to down there was strange, this had never been done before. The action felt as though he now owned my pussy, it was unsettling and nice at the same time. In the afterglow of the orgasm, it was easy to accept, he was my boyfriend and made me and my pussy his personal possession.

 

Paul lifted me and plonked me down on the back seat next to him, he guided my hand to his stiff cock and I automatically gripped it. The way he smiled at me, I guessed what he wanted; he’d pleasured me so I needed to pleasure him in return. Paul watched my lips enclose the head of his cock and closed his eyes. He opened them again from wanting to watch my mouth absorb him whole. It was an awesome sight, I was a good cock sucker, as I could swallow his cock and cum all without biting. His heart fluttered on thinking I was all his and was proving it. He would hold me tight and declare his love, just as soon as he’d cum. He couldn’t last, his cock was down my throat and he suddenly began to spurt his load. Spurting directly into my stomach was a marvellous experience, my throat gripped him tight, and my tongue was pressed up against his cock. My chin was pressed against his balls.

 

Running out of breath my lips raced up the length of his cock, a slurping, popping sound was made when my lips let go of his cock. A final spurt of cum stuck in my hair, I heaved in gusts of air, and looked at him with a big smile on my face. It was a pleasure to see him looking sated and satisfied with me. Paul pulled me close and whispered his love, I giggled and cooed back at his awkward declarations.

 

“The Time…” I cried out, we raced to my apartment with him anxiously driving up my street, we found Tina’s parking space empty. I kissed him and leapt from the car; I was home before my younger sister Tina and wanted to make it look as though I’d been home for ages. After laying out my homework on the kitchen table, I went to the bathroom to shower. Half an hour later Tina arrived home from the office in a good mood. Several of her ideas had been used in a new advertising campaign for an important client. She quickly realised that important meant they had a large advertising budget.

 

After dinner the kitchen table had been cleared for us to work on, Tina settled down to jot notes about the campaign, while I revised my homework.

 

“Hi Reema…how are you?” a woman said. I didn’t even make an attempt to answer, though my younger sister Tina automatically responded.   

 

“Alexa…come on…in…” Tina welcomed a neighbour. I sat at the kitchen table wondering what to do. It was obvious my younger sister Tina had recently met the woman, yet I knew none of the neighbours yet. This was yet another demotion from woman of house, to being just a kid. How could she introduce herself to neighbours now they thought Tina was my elder sister? Tina was making a coffee for them both, chatting away about this and that. I was being ignored, leaving me feeling stupid and ineffectual. This sometimes happened to me in a bar, or restaurant, yet it was all the more awkward from it happening in my own home. While my younger sister Tina gossiped woman to woman, I sat quietly on with my homework; dressed in a collegegirl uniform, being ignored was all I could expect.

 

Tina my younger sister was wearing my business suit and high heels, she’d suddenly been transformed from an adolescent into a smart business woman. Maybe it was the clothes and the respect she received in the office, that made her so self-assured; confident enough to take control of me and the house. In contrast, I was dresses in a short-pleated skirt with a hem around my upper thighs. The white blouse was too tight around my large bust, my hair in pigtails, to make me look cute. Black shiny buckled shoes, with long white socks and a college tie, finished the collegegirl look; the overall appearance was a girl trying to look sexy. I didn’t know of what they were talking about, not having time to read a newspaper. Not being a part of local housewife network, I wasn’t up with the gossip either. Every evening there was a lot of homework to get through as well as chores.

 

I wriggled on the seat, wanting to escape the two women, yet unable to make a move, eventually I found the courage to interrupt them. “Like…Di…I’m…going to my room…okay…” I spoke.

 

“Sure honey…have you completed your homework?” Tina asked me.

 

“Lile…I’ll finish it in my room…” I replied.

 

“Make sure you do…you’re already grounded over the weekend…so be a good girl…” Tina told me.

 

“Di…” I complained.

 

“I know you want to go out with Paul…do your homework…study hard…I might let you go out on a date…” Tina said.

 

“Yea…okay…” I crossly replied.

 

“What did she do to get grounded?” Alexa asked.

 

“I caught her playing around with a boy from college…they walked into the kitchen looking guilty…I’m sure they weren’t far off doing it…” Tina said, while scowling at me. I felt awful having my private sex life discussed with a neighbour. How could they trash my privacy like that! It was typical of adults to treat me like I was nothing, they were all the same, and as Carol said, they were the enemy.

 

“You should thank your elder sister…for letting you out at all…I heard all about you being dragged off to college…you’ve been a naughty girl…your elder sister is too soft on you…” Alexa scolded me.

 

“Like…thank you Di…for letting me go out next week…” I said to my younger sister Tina.

 

“That’s better…it doesn’t take much effort to thank your hard-working sister…here…some sweets to suck on while studying…” Alexa forced a small paper bag upon me.

 

“Thank you…ma’am…” I politely spoke.

 

“Make sure that’s all you suck on…girl…” Tina crossly spoke.

 

“Di…” I exclaimed.

 

“You can be a lovely girl…when you want to…just try more often to be a good girl…” Alexa chided me. I made my escape feeling belittled and patronised in large doses by my younger sister Tina and Alexa the neighbour. After this, how could I face the woman next week as an adult? In what was now my room, I looked at the posters meant for a young adolescent; it was difficult to think of myself as a mature woman when bombarded by the message that I was just a kid. Sometimes it was subtle and at other times it was ground in, like just now with Alexa. I heavily sighed and picked up a magazine off the floor, the articles were all about image; which was entirely different from my day. My day wasn’t thought of as I began to read through the teen magazine, my head nodded while reading a letter, where the girl was complaining about overbearing parents. I found a lot to identify with as I read the reader’s letters page and features.

 

 

 

*****End of Chapter-20*****