30-07-2023, 01:44 PM
Chapter 10 – Plan to deceive
She
I know what a tough time I’m going to have in controlling myself henceforth. It reminded me of a saying in Tamil which roughly translates to – This is a cat (pussy) that has got to know the (wonderful) taste – meaning it will always want more of it. It is better that I get away from here and back to my safer and familiar environment of my own home as soon as possible. Every time I see Vikram the delectable night we spent together comes to my mind. If he had not shown me such pleasure existed or if the sex had been nothing extra ordinary I would have been more confident of going back to my old routine. Seeing him reminded me of his every touch, the sweetness of his every kiss the pleasures when our bodies writhed together. I too had under estimated the extent to which he would want me. I thought that a man like him would soon lose interest after having achieved his aim and enjoyed my body. I had expected that after that wonderful night together he would have been happy just having that incident as a pleasurable memory … and so would I. But he seems to want a long relationship which actually gives me the jitters. Another reason for that was I was so weak in resisting him. Even as I was talking to the other ladies the incident of this morning, just less than a couple of hours ago, kept repeating in my mind. There was a changing room allotted to the bride just behind the stage where the wedding ceremony was to take place. Seeing me there alone clearing up after the bride had finished getting ready Vikram had sneaked up there. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, pressing his body against time. I got very scared as this was playing with fire.
“Vikram let me go, people would have seen you coming here ..god please,” I pleaded with him.
“No one saw, see there,” he indicated a side entrance that led from the back part of the hall directly to the room behind the stage.
“Still, my silk saree will get creased badly, people would notice please Vikram dear .. let me go.”
“Hmm, doing it while you’re decked in your silk saree would be good too. Then seeing the mess your saree is in people would guess that you must just have had wonderful sex.”
“Idiot, I’ll kill you … let me go you buffalo.”
“You look simply gorgeous today … look what you are doing to me,” He said as he suddenly pulled my hand and pushed it into the opening of his Dhoti. All the friends of the bride’s brother wore Dhoti and the same coloured shirt for the wedding as per their planning.
I pulled my hand away. This was way too risky. Lust had gone to his head and this would only be trouble. Our relatives are just about fifteen feet away on the stage, anyone could come in here anytime. He tried to kiss me but I moved my head away.
“Don’t Vikram, you’ll mess up my lipstick, I won’t be able to explain that away,” I said as I tried to push him off my body. We were talking in whispers because the people were too close by. He was mad, he refused to let me go and pulled my hand back through the front opening of his dhoti. I was surprised to feel that his penis was outside, I didn’t know when he had done this. Even in this precarious situation my fingers instinctively wrapped around that hard, tubular flesh. I have been doing this so much lately I thought to myself. The lack of guilt and the desire to play with his love pole was shameless. My hand was automatically pleasuring him while I was still pleading with him.
“Please dear, we’ll see if we get another better time but not now … go Vikram, you’re my sweet darling aren’t you? Please.”
“Okay then, at least suck me for a few seconds then I’ll go.”
“Are you joking? I don’t want you to even kiss me because you’ll mess my make up … now you want me to give you a blowjob. Idiot, idiot … go.”
At that time a voice called out,” Anni (sister in law) where are you? We need you here.” There was sound of footsteps approaching.
I panicked and pushed Vikram away from me with all my strength. That was the voice of my husband’s cousin. Relationship wise she would be considered to be his younger sister. Just as she walked behind to where we were Vikram managed to hide his penis back by pushing his dhoti front back in place. There hadn’t been enough time for him to put it back into his boxers. His erection had not subsided yet and his cock was large enough to still cause a slight dent. I was praying she wouldn’t notice it. She was taken aback when she saw Vikram being there. It took a few seconds before she recognised him.
“You’re Balu’s friend aren’t you? (Balu was the bride’s brother) What are you doing back here?”
I was too panicked to know what to say. I hoped Vikram at least would come up with some excuse. “I was looking for the gents, when I saw the door there (he said pointing to the side entrance) I thought it must be somewhere behind here.” It was not much of an excuse but that was the best he could come up with at that time.
“Oh .. it’s not here, you have to go to the back of this building,” She told him.
“Thank you,” then turning to me he said,” Sorry Mrs. Mohan, I came through the wrong entrance and intruded.”
“I..It’s ok.. okay,” I stammered.
After Vikram had walked away she looked at me and asked,” Anni, your saree is crumpled a bit, what happened?”
As Vikram had pressed his body against me the front of my saree had creased slightly here and there but nothing so much that I couldn’t explain it away. “You know I was helping to clear things here earlier it must have happened then.” She had noticed this little thing. Luckily I had not allowed Vikram to kiss me. She would definitely noticed even a little bit of smudge in my make up.
“Okay Anni, let’s go, they want you on the stage.” Then noticing my hand, she said,” What’s that? There seems to be some oil or something sticking on your fingers.”
Shit.. Vikram had been leaking his precum and I didn’t have enough time to clean it. I quickly took my handkerchief and started wiping my fingers and palm before she could really see what it was. Luckily she herself had given me the lead on what to say. “You’re right, I was putting the oil for the lamps earlier wasn’t I, it got stuck on my fingers then.”
She looked at me (it looked to me like speculatively) for a few moments then said,” Okay Anni let’s go.” As I followed her my mind was racing. Was she suspicious? Did she notice anything wrong? .. like dent in front of Vikram’s Dhoti? Maybe she didn’t buy the excuse Vikram gave. “All this was his fault, why did he have to come like this?” I cursed him in my mind. It was awhile before I became calm again. She seemed to have forgotten all about what had happened behind and was talking gaily with our other relatives.
Later when we got the chance we were conversing as if casually. I was smiling casually but my words were scolding him. At least he had the grace to be sheepish. Our eyes locked as we spoke. I hope no one noticed the current of lust that passed between us. Outwardly our expression was that of two friends talking and smiling casually but internally there were a torrent of emotions within me. I don’t know how it was for him. Last night I had been starring into his eyes like this. At that time his face was much closer to mine. His face had shown at that time the strain of the effort that his hips were making along with the joy he was feeling. He must have seen the expression of seeming agony on my face but in reality it was the outward expression of the ecstasy I was in. He told me then of the plan he had to assuage the suspicion my husband had and also on what I was to say to my husband.
“You look gorgeous as ever but different,” Vikram said.
“Different? How?”
“You are dressed like a conservative family woman but yet you look so desirable.”
He was referring to my dressing today. Gone was the low hips of yesterday night in place was a decently dressed housewife. Yesterday the intention had been different. He had aroused my desires so much that I had become a seductress. I had dressed to raise the erotic temper in him. The reward for that was fully reaped by me last night when he made me drown in a sea of delight. Today I needn’t be a seductress anymore. He knows the pleasures of my body as I know his.
“This is a family wedding function with relatives and close friends, how else did you expect me to dress?”
“Well it was the same last evening but you looked so sexy then.” I had no answer to this. I was in a different mood then.
“So, I’m not attractive to you now is it? I teased him.
“Of course, you are If not I wouldn’t have come looking for you behind there.”
“You are too much in a hurry you know that. You nearly got me in trouble.”
“How can I help myself Bavani. I see this gorgeous woman and I can’t control myself.”
“You had me three times last night, aren’t you satisfied?” I said hoping to hear sweet words from him. Yesterday I wanted a new sexual experience but today I wanted to hear words of endearment otherwise I was nothing but a body for him to use to satisfy his sexual urge.
“No chance, my hunger for you will never be satisfied Bavani, you have such a hold on me.”
“You know this can’t last Vikram but thanks for not just taking advantage of me and using me.”
“For me you are a love goddess. My lips would worship every inch of your body.”
“Don’t darling … don’t raise my mood again,” I said even as I felt my nipples expand and push out against my bra.
“That’s what I want darling … keep you in this mood as I suck your lips, tits, stomach, thighs and your pussy.”
His words were reminding me of the night we wallowed in lust together and I said as much. “Don’t Vikram, it’s reminding me of our night of love.”
“It was great wasn’t it. You darling have the most desirable body … the sweetest pussy.”
“You too my lover, I’ll never forget that love tool of yours,” I thought to myself but didn’t say out loud.
“Don’t turn and look but your husband must have walked in recently, I just noticed him looking at us.” When I heard Vikram say this I had a jolt in my heart.
“Luckily he has come late and we got time to be together for a while at least,” Vikram said. He is late for all the important things I thought to myself.
“Okay Vikram let’s better not continue talking … I’ll do as you say, Bye lover,” I said as I walked away. As I walked to where a group of our relatives were my husband’s cousin was looking at me. The same girl that caught Vikram when he came behind the stage. Again, a jolt to my heart. This girl may get overly suspicious if I keep meeting and talking with Vikram. I better watch out for her too.
The earlier incident behind the stage and our conversation now had reawakened my needs. If an opportunity arises later today and even if there were some risks I know I will do what Vikram wants because That is what I want too.
Later when I was talking to my husband I said,” This Vikram is too much. You know I was talking with him earlier?” I said knowing fully well that he had spent his whole time keeping an eye on Vikram and me.
“Yeah … what about it?” he asked. I could see he was irritated even hearing Vikram mentioned by name.
“That idiot asking me about that girl Smitha’s family. I said I didn’t know and then he has the audacity to find out from other women about her.”
My husband still had a doubting look on his face. “Why does he want to know that?”
“Apparently he is very interested in her. I was friendly to him because he seemed to show affection to our son. Now he is taking advantage and asking me for help in these types of matters. Is it my job or problem to help him? Young men these days huh ..” I said haughtily, perfectly playing the part Vikram wanted me to.
She
I know what a tough time I’m going to have in controlling myself henceforth. It reminded me of a saying in Tamil which roughly translates to – This is a cat (pussy) that has got to know the (wonderful) taste – meaning it will always want more of it. It is better that I get away from here and back to my safer and familiar environment of my own home as soon as possible. Every time I see Vikram the delectable night we spent together comes to my mind. If he had not shown me such pleasure existed or if the sex had been nothing extra ordinary I would have been more confident of going back to my old routine. Seeing him reminded me of his every touch, the sweetness of his every kiss the pleasures when our bodies writhed together. I too had under estimated the extent to which he would want me. I thought that a man like him would soon lose interest after having achieved his aim and enjoyed my body. I had expected that after that wonderful night together he would have been happy just having that incident as a pleasurable memory … and so would I. But he seems to want a long relationship which actually gives me the jitters. Another reason for that was I was so weak in resisting him. Even as I was talking to the other ladies the incident of this morning, just less than a couple of hours ago, kept repeating in my mind. There was a changing room allotted to the bride just behind the stage where the wedding ceremony was to take place. Seeing me there alone clearing up after the bride had finished getting ready Vikram had sneaked up there. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, pressing his body against time. I got very scared as this was playing with fire.
“Vikram let me go, people would have seen you coming here ..god please,” I pleaded with him.
“No one saw, see there,” he indicated a side entrance that led from the back part of the hall directly to the room behind the stage.
“Still, my silk saree will get creased badly, people would notice please Vikram dear .. let me go.”
“Hmm, doing it while you’re decked in your silk saree would be good too. Then seeing the mess your saree is in people would guess that you must just have had wonderful sex.”
“Idiot, I’ll kill you … let me go you buffalo.”
“You look simply gorgeous today … look what you are doing to me,” He said as he suddenly pulled my hand and pushed it into the opening of his Dhoti. All the friends of the bride’s brother wore Dhoti and the same coloured shirt for the wedding as per their planning.
I pulled my hand away. This was way too risky. Lust had gone to his head and this would only be trouble. Our relatives are just about fifteen feet away on the stage, anyone could come in here anytime. He tried to kiss me but I moved my head away.
“Don’t Vikram, you’ll mess up my lipstick, I won’t be able to explain that away,” I said as I tried to push him off my body. We were talking in whispers because the people were too close by. He was mad, he refused to let me go and pulled my hand back through the front opening of his dhoti. I was surprised to feel that his penis was outside, I didn’t know when he had done this. Even in this precarious situation my fingers instinctively wrapped around that hard, tubular flesh. I have been doing this so much lately I thought to myself. The lack of guilt and the desire to play with his love pole was shameless. My hand was automatically pleasuring him while I was still pleading with him.
“Please dear, we’ll see if we get another better time but not now … go Vikram, you’re my sweet darling aren’t you? Please.”
“Okay then, at least suck me for a few seconds then I’ll go.”
“Are you joking? I don’t want you to even kiss me because you’ll mess my make up … now you want me to give you a blowjob. Idiot, idiot … go.”
At that time a voice called out,” Anni (sister in law) where are you? We need you here.” There was sound of footsteps approaching.
I panicked and pushed Vikram away from me with all my strength. That was the voice of my husband’s cousin. Relationship wise she would be considered to be his younger sister. Just as she walked behind to where we were Vikram managed to hide his penis back by pushing his dhoti front back in place. There hadn’t been enough time for him to put it back into his boxers. His erection had not subsided yet and his cock was large enough to still cause a slight dent. I was praying she wouldn’t notice it. She was taken aback when she saw Vikram being there. It took a few seconds before she recognised him.
“You’re Balu’s friend aren’t you? (Balu was the bride’s brother) What are you doing back here?”
I was too panicked to know what to say. I hoped Vikram at least would come up with some excuse. “I was looking for the gents, when I saw the door there (he said pointing to the side entrance) I thought it must be somewhere behind here.” It was not much of an excuse but that was the best he could come up with at that time.
“Oh .. it’s not here, you have to go to the back of this building,” She told him.
“Thank you,” then turning to me he said,” Sorry Mrs. Mohan, I came through the wrong entrance and intruded.”
“I..It’s ok.. okay,” I stammered.
After Vikram had walked away she looked at me and asked,” Anni, your saree is crumpled a bit, what happened?”
As Vikram had pressed his body against me the front of my saree had creased slightly here and there but nothing so much that I couldn’t explain it away. “You know I was helping to clear things here earlier it must have happened then.” She had noticed this little thing. Luckily I had not allowed Vikram to kiss me. She would definitely noticed even a little bit of smudge in my make up.
“Okay Anni, let’s go, they want you on the stage.” Then noticing my hand, she said,” What’s that? There seems to be some oil or something sticking on your fingers.”
Shit.. Vikram had been leaking his precum and I didn’t have enough time to clean it. I quickly took my handkerchief and started wiping my fingers and palm before she could really see what it was. Luckily she herself had given me the lead on what to say. “You’re right, I was putting the oil for the lamps earlier wasn’t I, it got stuck on my fingers then.”
She looked at me (it looked to me like speculatively) for a few moments then said,” Okay Anni let’s go.” As I followed her my mind was racing. Was she suspicious? Did she notice anything wrong? .. like dent in front of Vikram’s Dhoti? Maybe she didn’t buy the excuse Vikram gave. “All this was his fault, why did he have to come like this?” I cursed him in my mind. It was awhile before I became calm again. She seemed to have forgotten all about what had happened behind and was talking gaily with our other relatives.
Later when we got the chance we were conversing as if casually. I was smiling casually but my words were scolding him. At least he had the grace to be sheepish. Our eyes locked as we spoke. I hope no one noticed the current of lust that passed between us. Outwardly our expression was that of two friends talking and smiling casually but internally there were a torrent of emotions within me. I don’t know how it was for him. Last night I had been starring into his eyes like this. At that time his face was much closer to mine. His face had shown at that time the strain of the effort that his hips were making along with the joy he was feeling. He must have seen the expression of seeming agony on my face but in reality it was the outward expression of the ecstasy I was in. He told me then of the plan he had to assuage the suspicion my husband had and also on what I was to say to my husband.
“You look gorgeous as ever but different,” Vikram said.
“Different? How?”
“You are dressed like a conservative family woman but yet you look so desirable.”
He was referring to my dressing today. Gone was the low hips of yesterday night in place was a decently dressed housewife. Yesterday the intention had been different. He had aroused my desires so much that I had become a seductress. I had dressed to raise the erotic temper in him. The reward for that was fully reaped by me last night when he made me drown in a sea of delight. Today I needn’t be a seductress anymore. He knows the pleasures of my body as I know his.
“This is a family wedding function with relatives and close friends, how else did you expect me to dress?”
“Well it was the same last evening but you looked so sexy then.” I had no answer to this. I was in a different mood then.
“So, I’m not attractive to you now is it? I teased him.
“Of course, you are If not I wouldn’t have come looking for you behind there.”
“You are too much in a hurry you know that. You nearly got me in trouble.”
“How can I help myself Bavani. I see this gorgeous woman and I can’t control myself.”
“You had me three times last night, aren’t you satisfied?” I said hoping to hear sweet words from him. Yesterday I wanted a new sexual experience but today I wanted to hear words of endearment otherwise I was nothing but a body for him to use to satisfy his sexual urge.
“No chance, my hunger for you will never be satisfied Bavani, you have such a hold on me.”
“You know this can’t last Vikram but thanks for not just taking advantage of me and using me.”
“For me you are a love goddess. My lips would worship every inch of your body.”
“Don’t darling … don’t raise my mood again,” I said even as I felt my nipples expand and push out against my bra.
“That’s what I want darling … keep you in this mood as I suck your lips, tits, stomach, thighs and your pussy.”
His words were reminding me of the night we wallowed in lust together and I said as much. “Don’t Vikram, it’s reminding me of our night of love.”
“It was great wasn’t it. You darling have the most desirable body … the sweetest pussy.”
“You too my lover, I’ll never forget that love tool of yours,” I thought to myself but didn’t say out loud.
“Don’t turn and look but your husband must have walked in recently, I just noticed him looking at us.” When I heard Vikram say this I had a jolt in my heart.
“Luckily he has come late and we got time to be together for a while at least,” Vikram said. He is late for all the important things I thought to myself.
“Okay Vikram let’s better not continue talking … I’ll do as you say, Bye lover,” I said as I walked away. As I walked to where a group of our relatives were my husband’s cousin was looking at me. The same girl that caught Vikram when he came behind the stage. Again, a jolt to my heart. This girl may get overly suspicious if I keep meeting and talking with Vikram. I better watch out for her too.
The earlier incident behind the stage and our conversation now had reawakened my needs. If an opportunity arises later today and even if there were some risks I know I will do what Vikram wants because That is what I want too.
Later when I was talking to my husband I said,” This Vikram is too much. You know I was talking with him earlier?” I said knowing fully well that he had spent his whole time keeping an eye on Vikram and me.
“Yeah … what about it?” he asked. I could see he was irritated even hearing Vikram mentioned by name.
“That idiot asking me about that girl Smitha’s family. I said I didn’t know and then he has the audacity to find out from other women about her.”
My husband still had a doubting look on his face. “Why does he want to know that?”
“Apparently he is very interested in her. I was friendly to him because he seemed to show affection to our son. Now he is taking advantage and asking me for help in these types of matters. Is it my job or problem to help him? Young men these days huh ..” I said haughtily, perfectly playing the part Vikram wanted me to.
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