Adultery The Naughtiest Wife

[reema4uhoney]

Chapter 09 Some Extra Fun

Shubhangi had a 4-hour drive home after leaving Meera’s house, and as nice as her trip was, she was glad to be heading home. Her head was pounding lightly from the Margaritas and hot tubbing the night before. Shubhangi took a long drink of her diet coke as she drove across miles of nothing that epitomized central Illinois. The day was warm and she was wearing a pair of comfy white cotton shorts, still without underwear, a light blue t-shirt without bra, and listening to classic rock while a warm breeze filled her car.

 

Now that Shubhangi had re-read Shakti’s latest little fantasy, her heart raced every time she thought of it. She watched the movie on the internet again before she left Meera’s house, and part of her was wondering was this getting out of control? But yet another part of her imagined herself on her knees taking those men, letting them cover her in cum, use her for no other purpose than for an instant of sexual gratification. Shubhangi felt sexual (powerful?) knowing that she was filling their minds with fodder for their fantasies as she kneeled, covered in their seed, as if worshiping their cocks. It turned her on to think that ten years from now a guy she’d not thought of in years would be somewhere jerking off and thinking of her face.

 

Shubhangi was wet at the thought. Is she really like this? God what is happening to her? Deep down she knew that these feelings were wrong. Five months ago, she would have thought so. But now, she was so turned on…so sexual. She would not call it wrong anymore, just non-traditional, she guess. Yes ‘non-traditional’ has a nice innocuous sound to it. Who was she kidding? She has done some freaky shit in the past few months; she fucked a bunch of guys (and girls) while her husband watched and participated. Why? Was this about love or lust? Was she being used? Was she using Shakti?

 

 

What probably scared Shubhangi the most was the fact that she was really falling for this, they connected on a deeply sexual level, but also there was more to it. They trusted each other and Shubhangi felt secure with him like never before. Was this sexual adventure giving her freedom to love on a whole new level? She never worried about him cheating on her. Hell, how can you cheat when your partner finds strippers for you to fuck. Shubhangi also knew that a fuck was a fuck, but they shared something deeper.

 

And then there was the risk to the game. What if someone ever found out? Someone like Meera, Richa, or the people she worked with. Shubhangi could only imagine the shit she would catch from any and all of those people. Yet that part of the game made it exciting to play. Without risk there can be no thrills in life. This was getting complicated.

 

What Shubhangi was struggling with is the question “Is what she was doing going to have negative consequences, or was this a healthy, albeit non-traditional, expression between two people in a relationship.” Answer: she doesn’t fucking know.

 

Shubhangi was excited, turned on, and terrified of the metaphorical road they were racing down, she just hoped that the bridge wasn’t out. The low gas light flickered on her dashboard indicating she was about 30 miles short of taking a long walk. Shubhangi exited the highway at the next opportunity still lost in her troubled thoughts. There was one lonely gas station at the exit Shubhangi took surrounded by miles of flat fields that still stood brown and empty. She pulled into the station next to the one set of lonely gas pumps and got out of the car. The station was about ten years behind the times and there was no ‘pay at the pump’ option. Shubhangi sighed realizing she’d to go into the small convenient store to pay, and probably would be ogled by a dirty, overweight attendant. Shubhangi giggled to herself knowing she was ‘going commando’ as Richa so eloquently put it earlier that morning and thought “What the hell…Give the guy a thrill…”

 

Shubhangi pumped 15 dollars of gas into her car, grabbed her purse and went inside. The inside of the store was slightly smoky as a cigarette burned down in an ashtray behind the counter. The store was crammed full of gondolas of preserved food and stale chips. The attendant much to her surprise was a young woman who looked to be about 20-years-old. Somewhere through the back door was another person as Shubhangi could hear shuffling around through an open doorway. The woman was pretty but was clearly not the brightest bulb in the bunch. She wore tight ‘Daisy Duke’ jean shorts and a tube top that was two sizes too small. She looked sexy as hell, as only a 20-year-old can pull off and there was an instant where Shubhangi thought of her as a slutty and ignorant version of Richa.

 

Shubhangi approached the counter, the young woman smiled at her looking both embarrassed and flushed. She wore a nametag that read ‘Amy’

 

“Hello…Amy…” Shubhangi smiled back and said. Immediately through the door a handsome young man about Amy age emerged from the stock room, and from the state of his clothes and open zipper, Shubhangi realized she’d just interrupted something. The boy was muscular, thin, and fit. He wore blue overalls with the name ‘Daryl’ printed above the breast pocket.

 

“What can I do you for?” Daryl asked zipping up his fly.

 

Shubhangi smiled at the absurdity of the question and said “No need to do me…just got some gas…I’m sure you can do her instead though…” Shubhangi nodded toward the girl. Daryl obviously did not get the innuendo or the play on words but merely cocked his head to one side and scooped Shubhangi’s Mastercard that she’d put on the counter.

 

Amy blushed a deeper shade of red and found the magazine rack clearly needed her attention and moved away from Shubhangi. Meanwhile Daryl noticed Shubhangi’s tits and stared at them as if he was a starving dog in a hotdog factory.

 

“Sorry missy…but we don’t got machine for this card…cash only…” Daryl said.

 

“You’re kidding…” Shubhangi said incredulously.

 

“Nope…got a sign…” Daryl said pointing toward a 3X5 index card that looked coffee stained and was taped on the side of the cash register. In block letters that no one could read from farther than 3 feet away, the sign clearly said ‘No Credit or Checks. Cash Only.’

 

“You must not be from ‘round here. Huh?” Daryl said all the while continuing to admire Shubhangi’s body. Shubhangi rummaged through her purse and came up with 3.43 in change and one crumpled dollar bill.

 

“No Daryl…I’m not from around here…it looks like…I’m in need of a bank or cash machine …do you happen to have one of those ‘round here?” Shubhangi asked getting irritated.

 

“Well there’s the dairy mart up the road…they got one of them ATM machines…but they aren’t open till tomorrow…it’s being Sunday and all…” Daryl replied.

 

Shubhangi shook her head at the absurdity of him giving her directions to a place that was not even open. “Well Daryl…I think we have a problem…I don’t have any money…and you can’t take my credit card…so how about you take down my address and phone number…when I get home…I’ll send you a money order for my gas…” Shubhangi said.

 

Daryl cocked his head considering for a moment and taking another opportunity to look at Shubhangi’s tits.

 

“Daryl…as interesting as you find my tits…I don’t think they’re going to help in this situation…” Shubhangi said trying to direct his line of sight a bit further north.

 

“Ladies down here don’t talk like that…” Daryl frowned obviously irritated at Shubhangi’s comment.

 

“Well we have already established that I am not from here…” Shubhangi replied growing more irritated. Amy moved back behind the counter and toward Daryl obviously interested in their exchange, or perhaps just marking her territory. Apparently, her curiosity about Shubhangi was stronger than her embarrassment of Shubhangi catching her in the middle of fucking Daryl. Daryl glanced at Amy and then back to Shubhangi. Shubhangi could see the wheels turning behind his eyes, and she wondered what he was thinking. He did the double take again and Shubhangi recognized the look in his eyes of smouldering lust. For the first time since Shubhangi walked into the place, she felt a shiver go through her as if sensing something amiss. Shubhangi glanced around and she suddenly felt very alone in the store, she was very aware of how nearly naked she was in nothing but a thin pair of shorts and t-shirt. Shubhangi anger subsided and was replaced with a tingle of anxiety. What was going to happen here?

 

A shiver went through Shubhangi again, not of fear but something close to it; her nipples tingled under her thin t-shirt. Shubhangi was suddenly aware of every brush of fabric against her chest, her nipples became aroused against her will, and she’d to cross her arms in front of her chest to avoid displaying the fact that she wore no bra. The hairs on her legs although shaved two days ago stood on end as she watched Daryl and Amy whisper in conspiratorial tones. Amy shook her head twice as if to say ‘No’ but eventually Daryl seemed to convince her of his point of view. Without being aware of it Shubhangi had slowly backed away from the counter and her ass was against the frozen ice cream cooler. Something inside of her was screaming to get the hell out of there, and hours later she would be asking herself why she didn’t.

 

Conflicting emotions raced through Shubhangi, she recognized the adrenaline rush she felt as her fight or flight reflex screamed at her. But there was something more. Something deep under the surface that kept her from running out of that dingy gas station. She was aroused, she’d caught those two fucking and now Daryl wanted her. What was worse a small part of her loved the fact that Daryl wanted her. Shubhangi was nervous and afraid, but if she was completely honest with herself, she’d to admit that she loved the fact that this young and handsome boy wanted nothing more than to fuck her right now. It made her feel wanted and sexual, depraved and wanton, and she was getting off on those feelings. Tingles ran through Shubhangi’s body, her nipples reacted and her pussy salivated.

 

Daryl then looked at Shubhangi with lustful eyes as Amy stood beside him looking both amused and nervous. “How about we work out some sorta payment plan?”

 

Shubhangi’s mouth went dry knowing what he was thinking.

 

“What did you have in mind?” Shubhangi heard herself reply in an unsteady voice that made her feel less in control of this situation than she’d since she left her car. Daryl could sense her weakness and it fed both his lust for her and his confidence. Shubhangi looked at Amy gauging her position in this developing situation. Would she really stand there and watch while her boyfriend fucked Shubhangi? Shubhangi looked in Amy’s eyes and saw no hope of respite there. She would let Daryl do to her anything he wished and some part of her would enjoy it.

 

“How about I pay for your gas right now…but I think I deserve something in return…” Daryl said lecherously dropping a dirty ten-dollar bill and five ones on the counter in front of him. “You know the saying…Gas…Grass…or Ass…” Daryl said smiling as if Shubhangi would be impressed with his wit.

 

Shubhangi stared at the money. Fifteen lousy bucks. Daryl wanted to fuck her for fifteen bucks. The depravity of Daryl’s offer hit Shubhangi like a punch in the gut. Butterflies filled her stomach and Shubhangi realized she wasn’t breathing. Shubhangi froze, that is the only way to describe it. Shubhangi couldn’t speak, move, or even think. A war was being waged inside her. Deep down every reasonable and rational part of her being was screaming NO. But even deeper there was another voice that was both scary and powerful. A hedonistic voice that spoke of its own volition and existed only to feed the most decadent and insatiable desires of the human condition. Shubhangi was frozen. Two voices: one reasonable and safe; another that only wanted deeply. Sweat broke out across her upper lip as she envisioned Daryl naked. His muscular body pressed against her. Shubhangi could almost feel him inside her with her mind. Her heart was racing and her body reacting strongly to the pornographic images that flashed through her head.

 

Daryl misunderstood Shubhangi’s confusion and frozen state to be acceptance of his offer. He turned to Amy, who now looked less sure of herself now that the offer was on the table. “Close the door girl…we gonna live out those things we sometimes talked about right now…”

 

Amy shuffled out from behind the counter, Shubhangi heard and audible ‘Click’ as the door was closed and locked. Out of the corner of her eye Shubhangi saw Amy flip the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed.’ Daryl was visibly excited, his cock expanded in his overalls and the outline of his manhood was pressed tightly against his jeans. His cock was big and thick, and Shubhangi’s imagined being impaled upon it.

 

Daryl moved to Shubhangi slowly as Amy stood 5 feet away watching. “God Daryl…are you really gonna fuck her?” Amy asked.

 

“Yeah baby…you know you want me to…don’t you? Didn’t you say it would be hot? Didn’t you say you might like to do it with me and a girl like her?” Daryl replied to Amy never taking his eyes off Shubhangi.

 

“Gawd Daryl…you’re so intense…” Amy replied. Understanding flashed through Shubhangi’s mind. They’d been fucking and Daryl probably told her about a fantasy of fucking another girl. Amy had apparently agreed that it would be something she would like. Shubhangi looked at Amy fully for the first time and saw the heat in her eyes as well as his. She was on a ‘cherry’ high much like the one Shubhangi had experienced a few months before. There can only be one first time, and this was Amy’s.

 

Daryl was close now, Shubhangi could feel his desire billowing off of him like heat from a forest fire. He was on a high of his own. Commingled with the male fantasy of ménage au trios, was the desire to do something so ‘wrong’ as to take another woman with his girlfriend. Shubhangi was hot as hell and could not imagine letting this scenario stop prematurely, she would fuck them both. Shubhangi knew it. Reason had left the building. The thought of being their first time got Shubhangi off. This was masturbation fodder for a lifetime. The thrill of being with strangers was intoxicating and overwhelming. Hell, none of them would ever remember each other’s name a year from now. But right now, in the moment, they were connected by one common emotion: desire.

 

Daryl stood in front of Shubhangi, but made no move to touch her, Shubhangi could smell a hint of his cologne and met his eyes. Daryl appeared unsure of what to do next. He’d played his cards, bluffing well, up to this point, but he was not willing to bang Shubhangi. Shubhangi could leave right now, and Daryl wouldn’t stop her. Shubhangi could see it in his eyes. Feel it in his soul, if that is possible. It was up to Shubhangi, and she chose.

 

Shubhangi leaned forward and grabbed his thick cock through his denim overalls and said “Fifteen bucks…fifteen Minutes…make them count.”

 

Daryl eyes bulged both at Shubhangi grab and her words, but he wasted no time, his hands went to Shubhangi’s t-shirt and he roughly pulled the t-shirt up over her head exposing her breasts. Amy inhaled sharply at the suddenness of the moment. Daryl pushed Shubhangi back against the cooler and lowered his mouth to her hardened nipples. His tongue rolled roughly across Shubhangi’s swollen nipples causing her to inhale sharply, Shubhangi felt his hard dick against her crotch and she obscenely ground against him. Amy moved forward toward them, Shubhangi could see Amy watching them with curiosity and awe. The look on Amy face was indescribably beautiful. Shubhangi watched Amy over Daryl’s head as he mauled her nipples roughly, his need increasing with each swirl of his tongue across Shubhangi quivering flesh. Shubhangi bit her bottom lip to avoid crying out her own excitement, her shorts were soaking in a flood of her own juices.

 

Amy was right behind Daryl now, Amy watched Shubhangi’s pleasure as Daryl’s fingers found Shubhangi’s burning pussy through the fabric of her shorts. Shubhangi reached out slowly and took Amy’s hand in hers.

 

“God Damn…Daryl…she is loving it…” Amy said in stunned syllables.

 

The sound of Amy’s voice seemed to interrupt Daryl. It was like he forgot she was there, and he probably had. He then turned to Amy; his cock still straining to be set free. Shubhangi stood upright from the cooler and the three of them stood in an equilateral triangle. Amy was to Shubhangi’s left and Daryl to her right. Daryl leaned over and kissed Amy hard on the mouth and grunted hotly “Tell me you like watching me with this here slut…you like it don’t you?”

 

Amy looked at Shubhangi to see if she was offended at being called a slut. Shubhangi almost laughed at the absurdity of it.  Shubhangi reached out and took Amy’s right breast in her hand and deftly tweaked her nipple in a way only another woman could truly appreciate.

 

“Amy…you want to see your boyfriend fuck me like a slut…don’t you?” Shubhangi asked her. It was Amy’s turn to bite her bottom lip, but she nodded. Shubhangi leaned in and kissed her on the mouth much like Daryl had done. Amy kissed back immediately, Shubhangi knew that this was not only Daryl’s fantasy, but hers as well (although Daryl was probably not bright enough to see Amy’s fantasy was to be with a woman; and not just watch her boyfriend fuck a slut.)

 

“Damn girl…you’re crazy wild…” Daryl said not knowing who he was talking to. Shubhangi continued to kiss Amy deeply, their tongues intertwined. Amy explored Shubhangi’s mouth eagerly and shivered at her every touch. Shubhangi began unbuttoning Amy’s blouse and revealed a perfect body. Amy’s stomach was flat and tanned. She had full 36 c cup breasts that were hidden under her ‘work uniform.’ Shubhangi massaged Amy’s breasts as they kissed exciting her nipples further.

 

Daryl moved behind Shubhangi, pulled her shorts down exposing her completely. Immediately Amy’s hand went to Shubhangi’s sopping pussy, a convulsive orgasm swept through her as Amy’s fingers entered Shubhangi. Amy was licking Shubhangi mouth and fucking her with her fingers. Daryl was not much more than an audience, much to his chagrin. As Shubhangi recovered from the explosion in her pussy, Daryl decided to become a more active participant. He grabbed Shubhangi’s shoulders from behind and urgently pushed her toward the counter. Shubhangi moaned as he bent her over the counter forcefully holding her hair in his fist, her cheek pressed hard against the Formica countertop. He entered Shubhangi’s sopping cunt a second later spreading her pussy open forcefully, using her for only his own urgent need for pleasure.

 

Amy stripped out of her shirt and shorts and came to the other side of the counter. She watched Shubhangi taking Daryl’s cock hard. Shubhangi slammed herself back against him, impaling herself on his thick cock, returning his violent entry into her with an equally violent need to feel him deep in the core of her hot pussy. Shubhangi was grunting with each of Daryl’s thrusts that filled her completely, the tip of his cock slammed into Shubhangi’s cervix with every thrust and the mixture of pain and pleasure was delectably intense. Shubhangi was pinned against the counter, face down, as Daryl held her by the back of her hair and slammed his thick cock into her. Shubhangi willingly submitted to the violent fuck she was being dealt. He spanked her ass as he took her leaving stinging hand prints on her butt cheeks.

 

Amy was rubbing her own pussy through her underwear as she watched them like her own personal porno movie.

 

“Take it off bitch…” Shubhangi grunted at Amy as Daryl rammed her harder. Amy immediately stripped off her panties and discarded them. It was as if Shubhangi had given her permission to fulfil her own desires. Daryl watched Amy over Shubhangi’s shoulders as he fucked her doggie style on the counter like an animal. Amy sat on a chair that was behind the counter and spread her legs obscenely exposing her wet pussy to Shubhangi. Daryl thrust into Shubhangi harder yet, as they watched Amy masturbate herself. Amy was close enough that Shubhangi could reach out and spank her pussy lightly. Amy scooted closer yet letting Shubhangi have better access to her. Shubhangi slid her middle finger into Amy as Daryl pumped and pumped his huge cock into her own wet hole. Amy was rocking her hips to Shubhangi’s attention, and Shubhangi finger fucked Amy to the rhythm of Daryl’s thrusts.

 

Suddenly Daryl grunted his own orgasm flooding Shubhangi’s wet pussy pushing her fingers deeper into Amy. Amy’s eyes went wide at the depth of Shubhangi’s penetration and squirmed uncontrollably in her chair as an orgasm ripped through her body violently. Her pussy squeezed hard and tight on Shubhangi’s fingers that were buried deep inside her love canal. Shubhangi was reminded for an instant of a Chinese finger trap as her own pussy gripped Daryl’s cock as Amy’s gripped her fingers. Daryl thrust twice more emptying himself into Shubhangi and then slid out of her leaving her empty.

 

“Damn city girls can fuck…” Slapping Shubhangi’s ass Daryl said. Then he used Shubhangi’s t-shirt to wipe his cock clean and left it on her back like a used tissue. He walked naked to the cooler across the store and got himself a beer. Shubhangi crawled over the counter toward Amy, Amy was still panting from her own orgasm; Shubhangi bent and spread her legs wide in the chair and kneeled between them. Amy looked scared and excited together, Shubhangi knew from experience the feelings she was having.

 

Shubhangi smiled genuinely at Amy and whispered “There is nothing like it…” And then Shubhangi lowered her mouth to Amy’s pussy and tasted her. Amy was sweet and tangy and uniquely her. Shubhangi licked Amy’s clit gently at first to get her more used to the idea. Amy reaction was immediate, she relaxed and let herself go, Shubhangi used her tongue like a cock and invaded Amy womanly sex with it. Amy was contracting her pussy around Shubhangi’s tongue in a rhythm, Shubhangi identified with immediately as Amy climbed toward another orgasm. Shubhangi expertly fucked Amy with her mouth, wanting her to know how good it could be and eager only to give her pleasure she may never again experience. Shubhangi slipped her middle finger back inside of Amy’s pussy as her mouth covered Amy’s clit, swirling with her tongue in gently circles while applying suction with her mouth. Amy reaction was immediate and overwhelming. She cried out “Oh my god…oh my god…”  Again, and again.

 

Daryl watched with a spent cock as he drank his beer. He was out of his element here, and he knew it. Somehow his fantasy had become Amy’s and he’d lost control. Shubhangi found Amy’s G-spot with her index finger and massaged it gently with small tapping motions. And then Amy came again. Not in so much an explosion as a thermonuclear detonation, she screamed “GOD” and her pussy expelled fluid as if from a fire hydrant. Shubhangi came then also. Not from anything that was happening to her pussy, but because of what was happening in her mind. Shubhangi was giving Amy a gift that she didn’t expect, and the raw power and sexuality of it, combined with the heat of her orgasm, pushed Shubhangi over the brink. It was the first time Shubhangi have ever cum without being touched. Daryl stood wide eyed as Amy, who was supposed to be fulfilling his fantasy, explored her own and found hers more satisfying than his. He would never understand that her fantasy ran deeper than his. His was a story he would tell his friends. Hers was an exploration of who she was.

 

When Amy had finished, she collapsed in the chair exhausted. Shubhangi stood slowly on weak legs, her own pussy leaking its own remnants of sex. Shubhangi picked up Daryl’s shirt off the counter and obscenely wiped herself with it leaving a mixture of his and her juices streaked across it much as he’d done to her. Shubhangi put on her shorts and t-shirt that were wet with his cum and smiled at him as he stared unbelieving at her.

 

“Have a good day…” Shubhangi said, leaned down and kissed Amy one final time. Shubhangi left the gas station leaving Amy exhausted and fulfilled and Daryl confused and sticky. Two exits later Shubhangi was crying, tears streaked her face as she drove and she was shivering almost uncontrollably. The intensity of the experience left her feeling unnerved and raw. How did that just happen? What just happened? Was she bangd? No. she could not deny that she’d wanted what had just happened and had enjoyed it immensely. Who was she becoming? Is this who she was, a woman controlled only by her most carnal desires? Did she just let a gas station attendant fuck her for 15 dollars? And she loved it. Was she out of control this badly and why did she like it so damn much? Fuck this was insane. Yet even now, as uncertain as Shubhangi felt, when she thought about Daryl fucking her like that, it made her hot. She’d not cum until she was with Amy, but the image of her being bent over and forcefully fucked like a piece of meat got her off.

The thought of Shubhangi’s experience with Amy caused a similar reaction in her cunt, she was wet again. Shubhangi got off on being used, she got off on dominating Amy’s experience. Shubhangi loved the control, she loved the lack of control. She was racked not by guilt or remorse, but fear. Fear of where this would lead. Fear of who she was becoming, and fear of what would become of her. Each experience since the game began was becoming more intense. But what just happened was not even part of the game, but a strange by product of it. Where would this game lead them? What fantasy would Shubhangi have a year from now? What things would she do?

 

Shubhangi was sticky with Daryl and Amy, she’d to stop again. This time she picked a large convenient store that was bustling. Shubhangi parked next to the women’s room and made the dash from the car to the door. She went inside and locked the door thankful that she didn’t need a key. She couldn’t go inside covered in semen. Shubhangi quickly stripped out of the clothes she was wearing, washed her hands, face, tits, and pussy in the sink. How degrading to wash your pussy in a gas station sink. Fortunately, she’d some other clothes, even though they were dirty; they were still cleaner than Shubhangi was. Shubhangi dressed in the outfit she’d worn on Friday and looked at herself in the mirror. A strange looking young professional stared back at her. She was in stark contrast to the ‘cum covered slut’ that had gone into the bathroom.

 

Who was she?

 

Shubhangi cell phone rang startling her, she picked it up and stared at the number on Caller ID. It was Shakti.

 

“Hello” Shubhangi said.

 

“Hey honey…how’s your trip going?” Shakti asked kindly.

 

“Okay…just got a later start than I planned…be home in about two hours…” Shubhangi said trying to sound calmer than she felt.

 

“Sure…hey, are you alright? You sound different…” Shakti asked.

 

“Yeah no problem…just had to stop to pee…” Shubhangi replied.

 

“Oh okay…I thought you sounded like you were in an echo chamber…you in the bathroom now?” Shubhangi asked.

 

“Uh huh…” Shubhangi said with raw nerves and her emotions churning inside her.

 

“Hey are you really okay?” Shakti asked with concern in his voice.

 

Shubhangi started to answer but lost all control instead, she broke down and sobbed and it was like a psychological catharsis. Everything came spilling out of her, she told him everything. Shubhangi told him about watching his movie that morning, about feeling confused and horny, about fucking Daryl and Amy in the convenient store, about everything. When she was finished Shubhangi felt worse not better. Shubhangi knew Shakti would leave her. How could he not. Shubhangi waited, sobbing, for the axe to fall, but Shakti never said a word. After several minutes Shubhangi stopped crying and wiped her eyes still listening for him to say something and afraid that he would.

 

“Are you still there?” Shubhangi said, afraid that Shakti had hung up on her disgusted by what she’d said and done.

 

“Always…” Shakti uttered without a trace of regret or doubt. For Shubhangi it was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to her. Just one word and it made all the difference. It was so genuine and ridiculous and wonderful that Shubhangi laughed out loud.

 

“Really?” Shubhangi asked still not ready to believe so deeply in another person.

 

“Yes…” Shakti replied immediately.

 

“And you’re not mad?” Shubhangi asked still not believing.

 

“No…tell me how what just happened made you feel…” Shakti said.

 

“I’m not sure….out of control…in control…sexual…powerful…weak…scared…I don’t know …I felt everything…” Shubhangi babbled.

 

“Well would you go back and erase the experience if you could?” Shakti asked.

 

Shubhangi thought about that carefully and finally answered “No…I wouldn’t…”

 

“Well then neither would I…some people go through their whole lives…never feel anything… in one moment you felt everything…” Shakti replied profoundly. Shubhangi sat in stunned silence trying to absorb the words he just said.

 

“You’re amazing…” Shubhangi told Shakti and genuinely believed it.

 

“You’re too babe…now come home…and we can talk…” Shakti replied, Shubhangi hung up and drove home, and just like that she felt a world better. Shakti was incredible. But she was even more afraid of how much he could hurt her. But she also knew that he wouldn’t, which is an amazing feeling too. Shubhangi drove home and took a shower that cleansed both body and spirit. She was still afraid, but being afraid seemed okay as long as she was with Shakti.


To Be Continued

Friends, thank you all for liking this story. This is one of my favorite story which I've read. So thanks to the original writer. As earlier I told you guys I'm not the original writer, I'm just and editor who copy and join two-three stories in one. So Hats off to the original writer.