Adultery The Naughtiest Wife

[reema4uhoney]

Chapter 26: Sex, Love, and Money

It was almost a year now since Shubhangi and Shakti had started playing their little game of fantasy exchange and in many ways, she’d fundamentally changed as a person. Shubhangi sometimes wondered if that day in his house alone, she wouldn’t have looked in that shoe box. Where would they be now? Would they even be together? Shubhangi guess she will never know, but the fact is, she did look and they are so wonderfully together. Shubhangi was sitting at her cubicle at work organizing her calendar when a chain of events began to fulfil a sexual fantasy that she’d sent to Shakti weeks before. It started with a phone call.

 

Shubhangi phone rang and she was in the middle of work and for a brief instant she considered letting it go to voicemail, but then she was also waiting to talk to her boss about a project she’d started for the boss.

 

“Hello…this is Shubhangi…” Shubhangi answered.

 

“Hi you…” Shakti’s voice said in a relaxed tone.

 

Shubhangi smiled in spite of herself, and all thoughts of work left her. She’d not talked to him since she’d slept over at their new house the previous weekend.

 

“Hey…I wondered if you were going to ever call me…or if you were just using me last weekend….” Shubhangi said teasingly.

 

“Well you fuck pretty good…so I thought you deserve at least another date…” Shakti laughed and said.

 

Shubhangi laughed and knew Shakti must be working from home. She could not banter with him in her cubicle environment so she changed the subject.

 

“Yeah…I’m a woman of many talents…So…how are you?” Shubhangi said.

 

“Good…great in fact…if you’re free…I think you should be at the Hilton after work…there is someone who would like to meet you…” Shakti replied.

 

“Really who?” Shubhangi asked intrigued now.

 

“Just check your in box…” Shakti said with a giggle and hung up. Shubhangi held the dead receiver in her hand with white knuckles and her heart raced. Was tonight the night? Holy shit it’s a fucking Tuesday and it’s only been a week since they decided to continue the game. Shubhangi thought about the implications and the short notice and her stomach was a molten core of nerves. A thin sheen of sweat coated her upper lip, but her nipples were suddenly hard as pebbles. That was too fast. How could he have set it up? What had he set up?

 

Shubhangi stood there transfixed with the receiver held to her ear. Slowly she put it down its cradle and glanced guiltily around feeling like her co-workers would somehow know something dirty was going through her mind. Obviously, that was her overactive imagination as everyone in the office was working as usual. No one stared at her with penetrating, knowing eyes seeing what fantasies played on the movie screen of Shubhangi’s mind.

 

Shubhangi smiled to herself enjoying the moment as if she was holding a secret that they would be shocked to know. It was an arousing feeling to live this life of fantasy within the context of her normal life and no one knew. Shubhangi sometimes imagined what Sheela her cubical neighbour would say if she knew of the things Shubhangi had done. She would probably transfer to another department. Shubhangi sat down in her chair savouring the feeling and adrenaline rush of a secret about to be revealed. Shubhangi opened her private web mail (that she hoped really was private) and typed in her username and password, she glanced around nervously to make sure no one was watching and clicked the sign in button.

 

The screen blinked and Shubhangi was surprised. ‘No New Messages’ was prominently displayed. She knew Shakti would never send her a provocative email to her work account, but she checked it just the same. She leaned back nervously in her chair wondering if the internet was running slow today. Shubhangi forced herself to wait a full two minutes before clicking the refresh button on her browser. Still there was nothing. She took a deep breath, confused and unsure of what to do. Shakti had told her to check her in box. Shubhangi considered calling him back, but he’d hung up on her suggesting that was all the information she needed. Shubhangi glanced around the office once more to make sure she was not being scrutinized and pondered what to do. Then her skin went cold and butterflies rolled hard within her stomach. ‘Oh my God’ Shubhangi thought as realization hit her. But he would never have done that. Would he? Shubhangi was sure she must have gone pale even thinking the thoughts she was thinking. Nervously she stood up and started walking down the hall. It took all of herself control not to run.

 

Shubhangi turned the corner and ran into her boss. She was a classy lady in her mid-40’s with an amazing figure that was whispered about by her male colleagues. She dressed impeccably and most impressively she was genius smart. She was hard to work for because she was so driven, but she was also fair and was frighteningly loyal to her teams. Shubhangi loved her.

 

“Are you alright…Shu? You look a little put out…” she asked as Shubhangi nearly bowled her over coming around the corner.

 

“Er…fine…sorry…” Shubhangi tried to smile, but was nervous, she stammered not knowing what else to say.

 

She took Shubhangi’s hand and made her stand still. “Really is everything ok?” Her eyes bore into Shubhangi’s and Shubhangi was sure she looked guilty. One of her many talents was being able to see into people and understand them.

 

“Yeah…everything is fine…I just…er…forgot something I need to do…” Shubhangi replied.

 

She appraised Shubhangi and said “Well if everything is fine…I wanted to tell you…you did a great job on that report the other day…I would like to discuss it with you in my office later… stop by before you leave for the day…”

 

Shubhangi nodded and tried to look calm as she walked away from her briskly. Shubhangi could feel the boss eyes on her back. As soon as Shubhangi rounded the outside of the cubicle farm she pushed open a side door and raced down a deserted office corridor. On the far wall was another room that she rarely visited and pushed her way into. Inside was the mail room with an office in back where clerks sorted and delivered mail to a public row of open boxes each with a name labelled on the front. No one was in the mail room except one of the late afternoon clerks who was busy photocopying ad copy for a client under the glow of fluorescent lights. Shubhangi smiled at him tentatively and he nodded, she walked to the third column of make shift mail boxes and found her last name. Shubhangi peered tentatively in the box expecting something. It was empty.

 

Shubhangi breathed a sigh that was both filled with relief and confusion, she should have known Shakti would never send something from their ‘Game’ to her work place even if it was sealed. These mail boxes were not secure and anyone that worked for the company could see or even take the contents of any mail box. It was ironic that the company had recently installed post 9-11 metal detectors and cameras on every floor of the building, but failed to invest in 10-dollar locks for something as sensitive as mail could be. Shubhangi must have breathed her sigh of relief out loud as the mail guy turned to her and asked “Are you okay?”

 

Shubhangi turned and noticed him for the first time. He was a young man and she could tell from his bright orange badge that he was one of their interns from the local college for the year. They called them ‘pledge’ badges because the bright orange marked them as interns that were only here for a semester. They were universally hated by the college kids. This one was stamped with the name ‘Gary’ in black block letters. Gary was a handsome young man in his early 20’s. Shubhangi smiled at him and also at herself and said “Yes…I’m sorry…I thought…I’d forgotten a package…”

 

Gary smiled back and said “Oh…well…we don’t generally put packages out there…not that we get many…the packages are kept in the closet in the supply room…”

 

Shubhangi nodded never knowing the intricate inner workings of the mail room, and must have appeared either interested or stupid because Gary seemed to brighten at the idea of teaching her what he did every day.

 

“You see…” he began, “if we get a package…we mark it a received with a date stamp…and then tag it with a blue card…that has identical numbers on both ends…we then tear the ticket in half…and put half of the tag in the mail box of the person the package is for…it’s kind of like how they do baggage claim at the airport…” Gary said.

 

Shubhangi nodded, not knowing what else to do. Was she really listening to a college kid tell her about mail? She was, but was so dumbfounded by the conversation Shubhangi just listened.

 

“So, if you’ve a blue tag…you’ve a package…” Gary concluded.

 

 Shubhangi nodded again as Gary came toward her. “Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked.

 

“Fine…” Shubhangi said and then Gary was at her side.

 

Gary looked into Shubhangi mail box which was about two inches above her sight line. He smiled and said “Looks like you’re gonna fuck…after all…” As he pulled a blue tag out of the back of her mailbox that she’d overlooked.

 

“What did you say?” Shubhangi asked him with both panic and anger in her voice.

 

Gary looked at Shubhangi, confused and afraid. He stammered “I said it looks like you’re in luck after all…” He blushed holding the blue tag out toward Shubhangi like a peace offering.

 

It was Shubhangi’s turn to blush. “I’m sorry…I just…” her voice trailed off. “Never mind…can you get me my package?” Shubhangi asked her heart racing.

 

“Sure” Gary said taking the ticket back and seeming to be happy to go back into the clerk’s office and away from Shubhangi. He returned a minute later with a brown cardboard box that was approximately 18 inches square. He held it out and Shubhangi took it from him slowly, she wasn’t breathing. Shubhangi held in her hands an artifact of ‘The Game’ and was standing in the mail room of her office building. She felt the world spin a bit as the reality of her fantasy world and the real world crashed together. She felt off balance the way one might feel if Daffy Duck stepped through the television set and shook your hand.

 

The box was real. Shubhangi was real. The game was fantasy where she took the back seat and watched as her alter ego, Slutty Shubhangi, do all the things her carnal mind imagined. But here was Shubhangi and a possession of her alter egos. It was out of context. She was out of context and didn’t know who she was at that moment. She felt trapped between who she was and who she sometimes pretended to be. The dislocation was intoxicating and she felt both the terror and excitement as if this was that first moment, they ever played this most interesting game. Shubhangi took the box from Gary. Part of her wanted to just let go, rip his clothes off, and fuck him on top of the photocopier, and part of her was terrified that she’d even entertained the thought. This was not a strip club in St. Louis or a party at their new house for God’s sake. This was her work. Her life. But somewhere in her mind her alter ego lingered.

 

As if the thought was printed on Shubhangi’s forehead, Gary turned away from her as if suddenly self-conscious. Shubhangi smiled in spite of herself and turned to leave him. Across the hall was a women’s bathroom. Shubhangi darted inside and thankfully was alone. She splashed cold water on her face and stared at herself in the mirror. She was Shubhangi again albeit a little flushed. She stared at the box sitting on the vanity next to her, she felt suddenly nervous like a drug addict who realizes while in line at the airport security terminal he has forgotten to empty his overnight bag of the two ounces of coke he hid there. What the hell was Shubhangi going to do with that box? She couldn’t carry it around all day, but no way was it going to be left under her desk in her cubicle. She vowed to get even with Shakti for this. She took a deep breath and picked up her box and went to the last stall. It was the handicapped stall so she’d more room. She gently set the box down on the floor and stared at it for a minute.

 

Finally, Shubhangi mustered her courage and pulled the tape on the top of the box. It ripped away with a loud tearing sound that startled her in the small confines of the ladies’ room. She nervously listened to make sure she was still alone before opening the flaps of cardboard. She was tingling despite herself and her nipples were rock hard. Although she was nervous and a little terrified of having her alter ego visit her at work, deep down she was also boiling with anticipation at what she might find. Her body betrayed her nerves and the familiar butterflies of nervousness gave way to tingles that dance across her nipples and clitoris. Shubhangi licked her lips involuntarily and opened the box. She stared down into bubble-rap, she could not tell what the box concealed, but on the very top was a single sheet of blue paper folded in half.

 

Shubhangi’s name was written in familiar handwriting on the side facing her, Shubhangi picked it up gently. The sound of the door startled her. Someone had just come into the ladies’ room. Shubhangi quickly stood and dropped her skirt and sat on the toilet as if she expected them to look below the stall doors and wonder what she was doing. Shubhangi smiled to herself even as she was blushing. Shubhangi listened as two women she didn’t recognize talked.

 

“She’s such a bitch…I can’t believe…I’ve to work Saturday…I was supposed to go to the zoo with my kids…” The first woman said.

 

“That sucks…I was planning on spending the day with my boyfriend…”  Second woman commiserated.

 

Water began running and one of the women entered the stall next to Shubhangi’s. Shubhangi sat silently wondering what she should do. Shubhangi held the letter in one hand and the box was at her feet. Suddenly Shubhangi sneezed without warning. The two women stopped talking immediately, obviously they thought they were alone.

 

“Hello? Is someone else in here?” one of them called nervously wondering who had overheard their conversation.

 

“Hello…Just Shubhangi…” Shubhangi said. The sigh of relief was audible. They had no idea who Shubhangi was.

 

“Sorry…just thought we were alone…” a voice called from the stall next door.

 

"No problem…” Shubhangi replied, wondering who in the hell would talk to some stranger on a toilet. Shubhangi reached for the toilet paper roll to blow her nose when it happened. The paper she held dropped from her fingers and fluttered toward the floor. Shubhangi’s heard stopped and she grabbed for it losing her balance and nearly falling off her seat. Shubhangi watched in horror as the blue paper fluttered one last time and then managed to slide under the wall and into the adjacent bathroom stall.

 

“What’s this?” the woman asked.

 

Shubhangi’s heart was pounding and her face flushed. “Sorry…that was in my pocket…and it fell…” Shubhangi said trying not to let the edge in her voice show.

 

Silence followed for what felt like a year and then finally a hand appeared under Shubhangi’s stall wall. “Okay…well here you go….” The voice said.

 

Shubhangi looked down and saw the familiar blue paper held between two slender fingers with red nail polish. Shubhangi snatched the paper from the hand and said “Thanks…” Shubhangi clutched the paper to her chest willing her heart to slow down. Shubhangi dared not move. She’d almost paid a horrible price for this game. What was Shubhangi thinking? Shubhangi should never have opened the box. Two minutes later the women exited the restroom and left Shubhangi alone, heart pounding sitting on a toilet clutching a now crumpled piece of blue paper to her chest. It was unfathomable to Shubhangi that another person outside of her fantasy life had actually touched an artifact of the game.

 

 

Shubhangi kept picturing those slender fingers holding the paper casually between the finger tips, but in the reply in her mind at the last second, they snatch the paper way from her. Before Shubhangi can do anything; she hears the woman say “Oh my God…” And then hurry from the bathroom. Shubhangi imagine how fast that memo would travel throughout the office and wonder what hell she would endure knowing that her co-workers would see her every day and think ‘Slut’ or ‘Whore.’ Shubhangi would have to quit. But that scenario only happened in her mind. Even still, Shubhangi face flushed and heart beat wildly at the thought. What was she doing? Shubhangi asked herself for the millionth time since she’d met Shakti. But under it all, there was something more. Shubhangi face was not the only thing that seemed to flush. Her nipples were like diamonds inside her bra even now and she found herself squeezing the muscles of her pussy involuntarily. When Shubhangi became consciously aware of these responses she flushed again.

 

After waiting a full two minutes, Shubhangi opened the box again, slowly as if expecting a jack in the box to come springing out of it. She intended to replace the note and reseal the box until she could find a more appropriate place to unpack it and digest its contents and implications in private. Instead, spontaneously, as if possessed by another woman, she pulled out the bubble wrap and peered inside. At the bottom of the box lay a pair of black high heal shoes, a black mini-skirt, a conservative white blouse, a make-up kit, pantyhose, black thong underwear, an electronic hotel key with the number 801 written on it, and a bottle of lubricant. Shubhangi’s mouth was dry as she opened the note and read:

 

Shubhangi --

I think I understand this fantasy of yours. If I’m right it is about risk and submission. Your words said, “I want to be a hooker for a night…” and I must admit, I wondered, ‘why?’. Hookers fuck for money, but I don’t think that is why you want this.

 

I think you want to be ‘used’ for pleasure to explore what men want and if you can provide it. I think you want to fuck someone who you do not know or care about or who doesn’t know or care about you. I think you want to see if you can please a man and explore pleasure yourself on a purely sexual and transactional level. I also think you like the risk involved, but I’ll not put you in physical jeopardy for a fantasy.

 

I’ve arranged for your fantasy to come true, but to make it more real it will not be without risk. Your client is a man named Robert. He is a business associate of mine from Europe. Your ability to please him will have a direct effect on my ability to work with him in the future, so the risk you’re taking is mine. He is a significant client to me, and he is also a pervert who loves hookers. I know he would not harm you, but he will expect quality service and I’ve assured him I’ve arranged a date he will never forget. So, you get to be his trick. He will pay you $1000.00 for two hours of your time. He is in room 1099 and is expecting you at 7pm. Good luck, and I look forward to hearing about your fantasy tonight over drinks when you finish with Robert. Come to our house at 11:00.

Love Shakti.

 

Shubhangi was stunned, she sat in the stall of the women’s room reeling. Her stomach was in knots. Was he crazy? Making her a real hooker for something that could cost him his business God knew how much money.

 

For the first time in the game Shubhangi felt trapped. The Hilton was only across the street. What if someone Shubhangi knew was there? But Shubhangi couldn’t really get out of this now. It was her fantasy after all, and Shakti did have something to lose. Shubhangi checked her watch. It was 4:41 pm. She took a deep breath and examined the contents of the box more closely. The clothes were expensive and well made, but they were not conservative. The skirt was a little too short and the blouse a little too tight. Shubhangi imagined walking through the hotel lobby. Her outfit alone screamed call girl, and of course, that was the role she was playing.

Shubhangi imagined being in the outfit. The too short skirt hinting at thighs and more that could be bought. The too tight shirt pressed against her bra-less breasts, outlining and imprinting the hardness of her nipples against the silky fabric. Shubhangi imagined this woman who was not her, but who also was her walking confidently through a hotel lobby as heads turned to watch the sway of her ass. Part of her envied her. Part of her was her. And a big part of her wanted to put on her clothes and become her.

 

Shubhangi smiled at the imagery and steeled her mind against the night that lay ahead. She would do this. She knew she would so there was no point in agonizing over the morality of it. She would become the woman in her mind who was so confident, daring, and sexually aware of herself.  But not yet. First, she’d to get out of here so that when she was done being the woman she imagined, Shubhangi could come back and be the woman she was.

 

Shubhangi put the note back in the box and began to close it. Then she hesitated a wicked thought occurring to her. She stood up and hiked up her skirt. Below she wore a pair of blue panties, she peeled them down her legs and stepped out of them. Shubhangi admired her shaved pussy and touched her clit and then touched the tip of her finger to her lips. She licked it and tasted herself. Shubhangi grinned and opened the box again and pulled the black g- string panties on. She smiled to herself and marched confidently out of the bathroom depositing her old panties in the waste bin as she left, not knowing she would regret that decision in a few hours. At that moment Shubhangi felt as if she was both the woman she was and the woman she would become. Underneath her skirt she wore her panties and that was a secret Shubhangi kept from everyone who was around her.

 

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