Adultery The Naughtiest Wife

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Chapter: 21: Part Two: X

 

 

And then Shubhangi saw Chad’s hand on Richa’s ass, Richa skirt flipped momentarily giving Shubhangi a view of her perfect ass and all indecision left Shubhangi. Shubhangi followed. Wanting. The staircase spiralled once in its thirty-foot ascent over the throng that danced below. Shubhangi could smell the sweat and heat of the crowd that seemed to drive her sexual frenzy, she watched the ebb and flow of the crowd that was like a stormy sea from this height. No longer a group of individuals, but a pulsing living organism of its own, made up of hundreds of people moving in rhythm to the music. Shubhangi licked her lips, her mouth was as dry as cotton, but she felt the energy of the crowd below her and her own burning lust as she followed Richa up and up.

 

At the top stood a single framed steel door painted black. Chad stood talking to another man who was not dressed up for show. He wore jeans and a t-shirt with an over jacket that hung slightly to one side. Perhaps it was the booze or the drugs, but Shubhangi didn’t notice the shoulder holster and handgun hanging below his right arm pit. In retrospect, Shubhangi wondered if she would have even cared in her current state. She was living in the moment as they say, and at the moment she was nothing but horny. Richa seemed in a similar state. After a few seconds of discussion, the man at the door shook his head and opened the door. Chad handed the man a five-dollar bill and was oblivious to the roll of the man’s eyes. Chad and then Richa disappeared through the door into the waiting darkness. Shubhangi followed eagerly and the last of her internal alarm bells were ignored.

 

Sweat was the first thing Shubhangi noticed, she smelled sweat as soon as she walked through the door. Not old gross sweat, but fresh in the middle of fucking sweat. The smell made Shubhangi tingle with desire. Shubhangi found herself in a long hallway with light glimmering at the other end, she could hardly see anything and as soon as the door shut behind her, all sound from the club was gone. Shubhangi felt the blond man’s hand on her ass and it felt comforting. A chill went up her back as Shubhangi paced a foot behind Richa and Chad.

 

Richa was leaning into Chad, and he was rubbing her ass as he walked and supported her. His other hand must have been fondling her erect nipples as Shubhangi heard Richa whimper with desire. The sound made Shubhangi’s own pussy burn and ache for attention, her mind was an X-rated movie with her as the star. Mouth, pussies and cocks were all around her in her mind. This is what Shubhangi craved and so intensely that she felt that without satisfaction she may die from her own desire. The hallway opened up into a room and Shubhangi first sight was an attractive 20 something black woman. She was naked and bent over the back of a lounge chair. Her breasts were small and her nipples stood on end. Behind her a white man was thrusting himself into her, hard and fast. She was moaning her pleasure and took no notice of them although she must have seen them. Shubhangi was mesmerized and could not take her eyes off the black woman.

 

The blond man behind Shubhangi unzipped Shubhangi’s skirt and Shubhangi let it fall to the floor. Shubhangi was biting her bottom lip as the man reached his climax and withdrew himself from the woman.  The woman whimpered in frustration as the man jerked himself to orgasm on her back. A thick spray of white semen erupted from the man and painted wet striped across the woman’s backside. Shubhangi shivered in mini-orgasm at the sight of them. Shubhangi felt like they were the next item up for bids in the price is right and she couldn’t wait. Shubhangi turned to Richa who was pressed against the wall with Chad kissing her madly and pawing at her. Richa was naked except for her socks, Shubhangi grinned at the image. Shubhangi also lusted. Richa wrapped her naked, sock clad legs around Chad as he pinned her against the wall and grinded herself against him.

 

Chad slid Richa into the light of the room but continued to dry fuck her against the wall. Richa’s shirt and skirt lay in a heap, the socks she wore were amazingly erotic wrapped around Chad’s body. Shubhangi felt her underwear slide down her legs and nimble fingers massage her clit. Shubhangi closed her eyes in the bliss of it, she was then led to the wall next to Richa and pressed against it. Shubhangi had somehow lost her socks, but still retained her blouse. Blond guy pressed up against Shubhangi and their mouths met hungrily. His cock pressed against Shubhangi through the thin fabric of his pants, Shubhangi thrust her cunt hard against his cock. Shubhangi wanted it inside of her more than anything in the world, her hands were pushed above her head and her left made contact with Richa’s right. They held hands while blond guy licked Shubhangi’s swollen nipples.

 

Shubhangi heard Richa’s grunt as Chad pushed himself into her. Richa squeezed Shubhangi’s hand telling her she was full of his cock. Chad pants bunched around his ankles, as Richa was pinned next to Shubhangi against the wall. Shubhangi watched him fuck Richa. Richa pussy slick and wet with her excitement, and Chad’s cock pushing into her and then sliding out pulling her lips slightly with friction as he did. Then he would plunge deep into Richa and she would groan with desire. Shubhangi could smell Richa and almost taste her excitement.

 

Blond guy pushed into Shubhangi a second later and deep, her slick cunt opened wide and took him in one deep thrust of his ass. Shubhangi pulled him tightly against her with her right hand still grasping Richa’s with her left. Shubhangi thrust hard against him trying to push back to gain a deeper penetration, she wanted him to fuck her in half. Shubhangi wanted him so bad. she felt so wonderful, but she didn’t cum which surprised her. Shubhangi was sure she would cum like a geyser at the lightest touch, but she didn’t. Shubhangi could feel the desire building and building, but she couldn’t crest, she fucked him harder and felt him speeding in his urgent thrusts.

 

“Please make me cum…Don’t cum yet…” Shubhangi cried as she felt him building inside her, she wanted so badly but couldn’t cum. He was close and Shubhangi was so close but yet not there.

 

“Fuck me…” Shubhangi screamed.

 

“Yeah…fuck her…” an unexpected reply came. Shubhangi looked over his shoulder to see a small group of men watching them with drinks in hand. Not 20 somethings from the club, but men. Some of them were in there 30s, but many were older yet. They glared lecherously at Shubhangi, Shubhangi wondered what she looked like in their eyes. What was she to them?

 

Shubhangi wondered briefly who they were but was too lost in the sex to care. Richa was urgently rocking her hips as if trying to push herself toward orgasm. Shubhangi was doing the same against blond guy’s cock. He was nothing but a masturbation toy for Shubhangi at this point. There was no intimacy here. No feelings. He was just a cock to fuck, and a tool to make her cum. Shubhangi fucked him hard pushing herself harder to cum, but yet she couldn’t climb over the top of the erotic peak to the wonderful orgasmic release she sought. Shubhangi fucked harder. Chad came first grunting into Richa and emptying himself in her. Richa cried out her frustration, and Shubhangi once again thought of the black woman who was now nowhere in sight.

 

Blond guy came a second later inside of Shubhangi, Shubhangi could feel his hot seed filling her molten but unsatisfied pussy.

 

“Fuck you came…” Shubhangi uttered as she was being lowered to her feet. Laughter erupted behind Shubhangi; she once again noticed the men. Blond guy flushed with embarrassment and for a second, Shubhangi saw anger flash in his eyes, she was sure he would hit her, but instead he shrugged and turned away from Shubhangi and left.

 

Chad was zipping up his pants smiling. “You’re quite a fuck Richa…so glad you stopped by…” He said smugly. Then he too turned to leave. Shubhangi was horny and confused, but somewhere in the back of her brain she was also starting to sober up. Her alarm bells were back. They needed to get the fuck out of here. Richa was masturbating openly trying to get herself off, she was focused on nothing but Cumming. Shubhangi almost dropped her own hand to her cunt. But then a part of her mind seemed to wake up. This was insane. What are they doing? Shubhangi grabbed Richa by the shoulder and pulled her to a standing position.

 

Shubhangi picked up her skirt and threw Richa’s hers. “Get Dressed…” Shubhangi said as she surveyed their surroundings without the complete blindfold of lust. They were in a room that was approximately 30 feet long and an unknowable depth. At the end of the room they occupied was what appeared to be a living room type area. There were televisions and lounge chairs and a bar at one end. The other end was dark, but Shubhangi could see shadows and shapes. Shubhangi sensed this was a secret place and danger lurked for those bold enough to discover them. Shadows of people moved in the darkness and Shubhangi was surprised that she’d not noticed them before. Quiet murmurs reached Shubhangi’s ears and she felt very naked and vulnerable although she was more dressed than she’d been seconds earlier.

 

Richa seemed to be coming around, but more slowly. A feeling of dread came over Shubhangi, she took Richa by the hand and pulled her hurriedly back down the long hall. Shubhangi pushed open the black door into the club and almost knocked over the man who let them in.

 

“Easy Ladies…” He said grabbing both of their arms.

 

“Let go of me…fucker…” Shubhangi snarled.

 

His face went hard and cold so fast it was like watching a Dr Jekyll transformation. His eyes were like cold blue furnaces. His lips became a thin white line.

 

“Just a second I think…” He said calmly while gripping Shubhangi’s arm to the edge of pain. Something in his eyes did not allow for discussion. He tapped something on his belt and spoke into an earpiece/microphone set that Shubhangi hadn’t noticed before. “Two on the run…I need a decision…” He said to God knows who.

 

“Yes Sir…Chad brought them in…” he spoke and then paused.

 

“No sir…never before…” Another pause stretched out for what felt like hours.

 

“Yes sir…” He spoke finally. The man turned to Shubhangi and Richa and smiled. Once again, he was a friendly doorman. Shubhangi’s stomach knotted. “You ladies have a nice night…if you need a ride home…you can ask Maurice at the front door…” And then he released them.

 

For a second or two Shubhangi couldn’t move, but then she found she could. Shubhangi turned and began to pull Richa down the spiral stairs. Before they descended three of them the door man called after them “And ladies…I suggest that you not come back here…and just forget anything that may or may not have happened on the other side of that door…” There was no trace of humour in his cold voice. His voice trailed off as they descended. At the bottom, Shubhangi pushed through the crowd with Richa in tow. Shubhangi didn’t head toward the front door, but rather an emergency exit at the back that she’d noticed earlier.

 

Shubhangi hit the door with the force of her weight and it swung open hard banging against the brick alley wall. Shubhangi stepped into the relative quiet and clean air of the Chicago night and ran pulling Richa behind her. Shubhangi felt anything but clean, but it was better than being in that place. The smells of sex and sweat of that place no longer aroused her. Shubhangi’s stomach rolled and her body threatened to empty her stomach onto the asphalt of the alley. A homeless man smiled a toothless grin at them and he glared at them with empty hollow eyes. Shubhangi put her nausea out of her mind. If she puked, she would do it while running. Shubhangi ran as fast as she could down the alley, all the while pulling Richa who seemed disoriented and confused. At the end, Shubhangi was out of breath, and was slowing down. But then she pictured Mr. Doorman in her mind and thought of him changing his mind (or whomever he called Sir) about letting them go. Shubhangi pictured those cold blue eyes and found she could run again after all.

 

They hailed a cab two blocks north of Division Street and Shubhangi gave the driver her address. Only then did she relax a little. Richa was stunned and frightened. Shubhangi looked at Richa and saw not the confident woman she was, but the scarred child she might become. Shubhangi hugged Richa tightly, Richa quivered against Shubhangi. A block into the cab ride Richa began to cry, her tears were a relief. Anyone who could cry was not broken beyond repair. Shubhangi pulled Richa to her and let Richa have her tears. The cab driver watched them in the rear-view mirror. Shubhangi saw both pity and contempt in those eyes.

 

“Just fucking drive…” Shubhangi spat at him, and he looked away as if to say, ‘whatever lady’.

 

And then Shubhangi felt something she’d never felt before: cold fury. Shubhangi felt her own eyes harden in their sockets and she imagined lashing out at the cab driver. It was irrational, but it was there. Shubhangi could kill him right now, not because he’d done anything wrong, but because she was so fucking angry. As Shubhangi held Richa sobbing into her chest, Shubhangi’s fury built into a rage the way a match flame left unattended might grow into a forest fire. Her rage built with each tear that wetted her blouse. Each sob was like an oil tanker of fuel for the fire of her rage. It built until it felt like a nuclear detonation inside of her. Rolling flames of rage rolled into a tempest deep in her heart, but also a coldness that numbed her soul. That coldness seemed to numb Shubhangi’s feelings and deadened her humanity and somewhere she knew it. But it also was a comforting coldness, and she embraced it willingly even if it meant damnation.

 

The coldness was hate. Hate for what had just happened. Hate for the fact they were used. Hate for the laughter as they were fucked. Although it was technically date bang, Shubhangi was also a willing participant, and she hated that part of herself that let her sexual desire drive reason from her. But most of all her hate was for Chad. He was the engineer of their evening, and Shubhangi swore that she would bring the vengeance of her rage to him. That mother fucker was going to pay for tonight as God as Shubhangi’s witness.

 

* * * * * * * *

 

When they arrived at Shubhangi’s apartment Richa had stopped crying although red streaks of her tears lined her face. Her eyes were puffy and while she was still pretty, a part of her radiant beauty had died this night. Shubhangi wondered if it would return in time. Maybe, but probably not the same way it shined before. That also made Shubhangi angry.

 

“Are you okay?” Richa looked at Shubhangi, tried to smile as she asked.

 

Shubhangi looked at Richa dumbfounded. Okay was something Shubhangi definitely was not. Richa must have sensed the depth of Shubhangi’s rage.

 

“I mean are you hurt?” Richa rephrased.

 

Shubhangi relaxed. This was not Richa’s fault Shubhangi reminded herself. Perhaps Shubhangi should have known better. Definitely should have known better, but she didn’t anticipate Chad being more than just a self centered fuck. Shubhangi would not have thought he’d the balls to drug them. Shubhangi had misjudged him. Richa was not the first young woman in the city to be blinded by the good looks and power, but Shubhangi had been there. There is a saying: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. This was Richa’s once and Shubhangi’s twice.

 

“I’m not hurt…Richa…what about you?” Shubhangi said soothingly.

 

“Not hurt…” Richa assured Shubhangi. “But…” Richa stammered, tears welled in her eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry…” And then the flood gates of her humiliation and frustration hit Richa and she sobbed. Her words broken into a flood of incoherent babbling as the tears flowed with renewed vigor. Shubhangi pulled Richa to her and stroked her hair as she soothed her.

 

“It’s not your fault…Richa…” Shubhangi said. They stood like this for almost 10 minutes in Shubhangi’s living room until Richa’s tears and sobs subsided.

 

“I feel like such an idiot…” Finally, Richa spoke again.

 

Shubhangi smiled at Richa and said “Well you probably deserve that feeling…but cut yourself a little slack…he was hot…” Richa laughed a horse wet laugh able to find perhaps the only shred of humour in an otherwise unfunny situation.

 

“I need to shower…I feel gross…” Richa said as they parted. Shubhangi could relate to that feeling. Shubhangi led Richa to the bathroom and helped her strip out of her clothes. Richa stepped into a steaming shower and Shubhangi collected Richa’s clothes and took them to the trash can in the kitchen. Shubhangi stripped out of her clothes where they joined Richa’s. Shubhangi could never again even look at them let alone wear them. Shubhangi returned to the bathroom, Shubhangi and Richa traded places. As the hot water cascaded over Shubhangi, Shubhangi let the cleansing water clean her body. She tried also to let the feeling of cleanliness wash the stain from her mind and heart. That spot seemed much tougher to clean away than physical remnants of the night. After the shower, Shubhangi and Richa retired to the living room. It was just after midnight and on any other non-work night, the night would be young.

 

Shubhangi poured two snifters of brandy and joined Richa on the couch. Neither of them spoke as they sipped their drinks. They both knew they should talk. In fact, they had to talk about this. If they didn’t, by morning the event would have changed in their minds eye to something different than it was now, and they would never be able to move past it. Shubhangi didn’t know if they could anyway, but there was a rapidly closing window on how they felt about the night’s events. At this moment Shubhangi and Richa were still connected to each other in the hell that was this night. Should they sleep, that thread would be broken and the memory of tonight would be filed away in their own ‘personal hell’ file of their psyche. It would be like a cancer that slowly ate away at their relationship and perhaps more. Every time they saw each other in the future, part of them would be reminded of the feeling of humiliation and regret of tonight.

 

The only hope for salvation of their relationship was to talk about it. To not file it away, but acknowledge it. To strengthen that bond between them so that it was a shared hell so it would not rekindle embarrassment or humiliation at the mere sight of each other. The silence between them now was pregnant with both hope and doubt. The air itself felt ready to burst. Shubhangi wondered if she should break the uncomfortable silence, but instinct told her that to do so would be damaging beyond words. So, she sipped, and waited. Richa looked at Shubhangi over the rim of her glass; she was not drinking, but smelling the strong liquor inside. She didn’t smile at all. For a minute Shubhangi thought Richa would just get up and go to bed. But then Shubhangi saw a steely resignation come across Richa’s eyes with the faintest sigh. And then Richa spoke.

 

“Aunt Shu…I can’t believe this happened…I feel so angry and ashamed…I’m not even sure what did just happen…but I’m so sorry you were there…” Her words were softly spoken and carried such regret in them that Shubhangi’s heart threatened to break. But also, there was that smoldering anger in Shubhangi’s heart, and Richa words seemed to ignite it again.

 

“Richa…I love you…it really was not your fault…Chad drugged us…” Shubhangi said.

 

“I know…but why would he…I don’t understand…I all but threw myself at him…I would have fucked him without the drugs…that is why…I was there…” Richa said looking down at her feet.

 

Shubhangi took a deep breath and said “Richa…Chad is a fucker and stupid beyond words…he is also insecure about himself as cool as he pretends to be…on some level he believes that is the only way for him to get sex…” This had a ring of truth to it, but Shubhangi also felt there was something else. Something neither of them yet understood.

 

“Yeah…I guess so…” Richa replied.

 

“Do you feel guilty?” Shubhangi asked Richa. The silence that followed was the longest of Shubhangi’s life. In a sentence she’d laid it on the table. This was what it was really all about. Guilt was the cancer that would destroy Richa’s and Shubhangi’s relationship if they let it.

 

“Yes…I know…I shouldn’t…or at least…I tell myself I shouldn’t…but I do…I feel regret and guild…” Richa replied honestly. And there it was: admission of self-awareness and truth. The guilt was no longer an internal cancer, but rather an external enemy to be fought and beaten. There was hope.

 

“You’re right…you shouldn’t…but you’ll…” Shubhangi said knowingly. Richa looked at Shubhangi with a hint of the radiance that once lived behind her eyes. Yes, there was hope in them, for both of them.

 

“I can’t believe that…I let myself go like that…I mean I should have known better…even when I was following Chad through that door…I knew…I shouldn’t, but…” Richa voice trailed off and Shubhangi remembered that feeling at the door in her own heart. The wanting and desire so strong it blocked out all other thought.

 

“I know Richa…it was the drugs…it did something to us…made us….” Shubhangi paused.

 

“Horny beyond rational thought?” Richa finished for Shubhangi.

 

“Yes…that about sums it up…” Shubhangi smiled and said.

 

Then Richa asked Shubhangi something that surprised Shubhangi. “Did you cum?”

 

Shubhangi remembered the feeling of wanting to cum. It was like climbing a mountain of illusion. Every time Shubhangi could feel like she was almost at the top, the mountain grew, she would never peak. Shubhangi shook her head slowly to the question and said “No…Did you?”

 

Richa mimicked the shake of Shubhangi’s head and said “No…I mean…I wanted to at the time…God I needed to…but it was like…I couldn’t get there….I wanted to…God knows…I was horny enough that…I should have cum if the ceiling fan kicked on…but I couldn’t…it was…Horrible…” Richa had summed up Shubhangi’s feelings exactly. They sat in silence for a minute considering. Richa spoke again. “The thing…I dread most is going to work…”

 

Shubhangi had considered this aspect of the situation peripherally, but didn’t want to confront it until Richa had. There seemed no reason to add this to the pile of issues they faced at the moment.

 

“Will you go back?” Shubhangi asked almost sure of the answer.

 

Richa’s face hardened. “Yes…that fucker is not going to keep me from doing what I love…” Then her face fell. It was like a revelation hit her hard in the gut. “My camera…my camera is gone…” Richa cried.

 

Shubhangi remembered the pictures Richa had taken earlier in the evening that was somehow a million years from where they were now. Richa had put it behind the bar of the club for safe keeping.  For a moment Shubhangi thought Richa was ready to get dressed and go get it right this second. Shubhangi was about ready to begin arguing with Richa about the folly of that trip, but Richa got there mentally before Shubhangi had uttered a word. Richa face fell as if someone had died. Her camera was gone.

 

They talked for another two hours and continued to drink brandy. It may seem strange to think about talking and drinking brandy after the night they had had. But that is exactly what they did, and it felt wonderful.  They rehashed the night over and over again, each time remembering how they felt and trying to pin point the moment they lost control. Over and over again they shared how they felt at each point in the night. Several times they fantasized about pitching the boys off the staircase and watching them splat like the bugs they were on the dance floor below. But no matter how many times they told the story it always ended in the same place. They were used by Chad who’d progressed from ‘asshole’ to ‘major asshole’ to ‘asshole of the universe’ to ‘evil fuck’ by the end of the night.

 

And this of course was good for both Shubhangi and Richa. They still didn’t have the stomach to laugh or joke about the events of the night, but they might get there, eventually. And that was good too. It would not destroy them, they would survive. By 3 AM neither of them was ready for bed although they were tired. Both Shubhangi and Richa feared the dreams that may visit them, but also, they didn’t want to break the bond they had formed as their talisman against evil. As long as they talked and drank brandy, they were safe from the world and most importantly themselves. Neither of them wanted to let go of that feeling.

 

But all good things must end, so Shubhangi took Richa by the hand. Reluctantly Richa stood knowing it was time to sleep. Shubhangi led Richa down the hall way toward their rooms. Both were on the left, Shubhangi’s first, then hers. Shubhangi stopped at her door way and hugged Richa against her.

 

“Good night young lady…try to get some rest…you need it…” Shubhangi said.

 

“Thanks…you too…” Richa said and kissed Shubhangi gently on the cheek. They parted and Shubhangi entered her room. she took off her robe and slipped into a t-shirt and then between two cool sheets. Shubhangi was drifting toward sleep when the door opened slowly. Shubhangi rolled to face Richa, Richa slowly walked quietly to the edge of Shubhangi’s bed. Richa pulled up the sheet and slid in next to Shubhangi. Richa was naked and warm.

 

“I don’t want to be alone…” Richa said. Shubhangi understood and pulled Richa close to her. Richa’s fingers found Shubhangi’s shirt, Shubhangi allowed Richa to remove it. It was not sexual, just a desire to feel safe and loved. Shubhangi needed it to, and it felt right to have Richa next to her. Shubhangi held Richa to her feeling Richa’s heart beat against her breast. Shubhangi stroked the smooth skin of Richa’s back and Richa shivered.

 

Shubhangi kissed Richa’s forehead and said “Sleep well…Richa…” Richa murmured already going down toward sleep. Shubhangi closed her eyes and followed.

 

The next morning, Shubhangi woke first, she slipped from the bed and donned her robe. Shubhangi made coffee and was well into her first cup before Richa joined Shubhangi in her robe.

 

“Sleep okay?” Shubhangi asked.

 

“Yeah…but I’m a little sore…” Richa said stretching. Shubhangi nodded, she was also a little sore, but they both had had quite a workout the night before. Shubhangi was sorer from the running than from the sex and she assumed much the same for Richa.

 

Richa took a sip of coffee and sighed “So…why is it again that…I can’t just go out…and get laid like a normal 18 year old chick…I mean…you know dinner…a movie…sex on the couch …or in a bed…why is it again…I’ve to be drugged…or date bangd…or whatever the hell just happened last night…”

 

Shubhangi laughed although it really wasn’t funny. “Richa if you still can think about sex after last night…I’m sure there is hope…”

 

Richa shook her head but smiled a little. “I know can you believe it? I think that drug must still be in my system…because after all that happened…I still had dreams of sex…and woke up horny…”

 

As Richa poured her coffee, the doorbell rang. Both Richa and Shubhangi looked at each other unknowingly, Shubhangi shrugged and moved toward the door. Shubhangi turned the knob as Hell waited on the other side.