Adultery The Naughtiest Wife

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Chapter 26: Sex, Love, and Money (Part-2)



The Palmer House Hilton is an icon in Chicago. The vaulted ceilings ornately decorated along with the hotel staff all screamed sophistication and class. The staff was polite and refined and only business men and women on expense accounts and the financially elite could afford to stay there. Shubhangi stepped into the lobby from a side door which was held open for her by a doorman in a red suit. He smiled at her and then dismissed her as one more traveling business woman with a box under her arm.  As Shubhangi stepped into the main lobby her eyes were drawn to the three-story ceiling vaults and intricate paintings. It was 5:49 and the place was packed. Business men dressed in expensive suits milled throughout the room drinking single malt scotches from the bar. Service people swarmed the line at the immaculate check in desk frantically sorting and tagging luggage for in room delivery.

 

Shubhangi’s heart was pounding as she contemplated the move, she would make next. She checked her watch for the 200th time that hour. she still had over an hour; she decided a drink was in order. She took her box containing her ‘whore-wear’ as she thought of it and stepped into the bar. The bar was ¾ full of men drinking expensive drinks and watching a basketball game on ESPN. Shubhangi looked and found an empty bar stool half way down the bar with no one sitting on either side. That looked like a good spot for some liquid courage a few moments of peace to collect her thoughts.

 

Shubhangi sat down and put the box on the chair next to her. The bar tender was there instantly and said “Yes ma’am…what would you like?”

 

“Vodka martini…” Shubhangi smiled at him and said. He nodded and was gone to practice his craft. Three minutes later he returned with a large martini glass with flakes of ice attached to the outside. Shubhangi took a drink and felt the burn of alcohol go down her throat and warm her stomach. She took a deep breath and looked around. To her left were a group of business men talking about the long-term oil market pricing based on futures traded earlier in the day. Shubhangi shook her head and wondered how anyone could possibly be interested in that. To her left was a couple engaged in casual conversation that she could not hear. Shubhangi took another deep breath and wondered if one of the men in this bar would be inside her in less than an hour. Shubhangi bit her bottom lip as she scanned the crowd wondering and familiar tingles raced between her nipples and her clit.

 

Fantasies began playing in Shubhangi’s head of what the night would hold. She drank two martinis and left the bar at 6:50pm both excited and terrified.

 

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Shubhangi entered the women’s room closest to the bank of elevators with her box and went into the handicapped stall at the end. Thankfully she was alone, but there was no guarantee for how long. She quickly stripped off her work clothes and stood on the cold marble floor in bare feet. She was horny as hell and briefly she wondered what would happen if she marched to the elevators and up to her trick’s room naked. Shubhangi shivered with pleasure at the thought, but quickly reeled the fantasy in. She dressed in her ‘whore wear’ and packed her day clothes in the box.

 

A question suddenly flared up in Shubhangi’s mind. What the hell was she supposed to do with this? What kind of hooker shows up for a trick with luggage?  Shubhangi laughed out loud at the imagery, but realized she’d a real dilemma. She couldn’t leave it here, and she most certainly could not check it at the front desk. What the hell was she supposed to do?

 

Shubhangi sighed and looked around for a solution. At the back of the handicapped stall there was an ornately decorated door. She tried the knob and it was locked, but loose in the frame. She presumed this was a maintenance closet. She opened her purse and found a letter opener she’d borrowed from work and attempted to pry the locking mechanism back through the narrow slit in the door. On the third try it opened. Inside was a mop sink, a mop, and a furnace. Shubhangi smiled and slid the box into the small room and said a short prayer that no one would find it.

 

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Shubhangi left her stall and stared at the woman in the mirror. She was even more slutty looking than her mind’s eye would have predicted. The skirt seemed shorter and the blouse tighter. The heels pointier. Shubhangi smiled and realized for a split moment she was attracted to the reflection. She giggled wondering what Shakti might say about that, she was also nervous as hell as her alter ego became real before her and Shubhangi was relegated to the back of her mind all the while screaming how insane she was being. Shubhangi mentally told her to relax and enjoy the ride and boldly stepped into the hotel lobby. It was 7:01 when she stepped into the elevator with three men whose eyes bore lustfully into her.

 

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At 7:04 Shubhangi stood in front of a white door on the 8th floor at the end of a long yellow hallway. Black numbers proclaimed that the door in which she stood was number 801. She’d the hotel key in her hand and wondered if she should use it or knock. Her hands were sweaty and her heart was pounding. Shubhangi stared at the door not knowing what to do. Could she do this? Shubhangi looked down at herself and noticed her nipples were clearly indicating that part of her could. Shubhangi knocked.

 

A moment later the door opened and Shubhangi’s heart dropped to her stomach, she was staring dumbfounded at a woman. The woman was dressed in a robe that had the Hilton logo over the right breast. She’d auburn hair and was Shubhangi’s height. She looked sophisticated even in a robe and clearly was well to do judging from the diamond ring on her left hand. Shubhangi’s confusion must have registered, but the woman staring back at her smiled and said “Well do come in…”

 

Shubhangi started to speak, but no sound came out. The woman extended her hand and said “Perhaps you expected my husband…Robert…” She said and gently took Shubhangi’s elbow and guided her inside. “Don’t worry…he is here…why don’t we all go inside and have a little chat…”

 

Inside was a suite that was amazing. There was a main living room book ended by a study on the left and a master bedroom on the right. There was an L shaped couch in the centre of the room and a plasma screen television hanging on the wall. At the back end was a wet bar stocked with every kind of top shelf liquor you could imagine. Robert was no-where to be seen, but Shubhangi thought she heard the shower running.

 

The woman let go of Shubhangi’s arm and said “Perhaps a drink to steady your nerves dear?” Shubhangi noticed a glass at the end of the bar with an amber liquid in it. “My name is Monica …and I’ve been married to the man you came here to fuck for 15 years…” She said this pleasantly, but underneath her tone was one of cold anger.

 

Shubhangi was too stunned to speak and would not trust herself to talk anyway. Monica walked to the end of the bar and selected a high ball glass. “Now would you like a Manhattan young lady?”

 

Shubhangi nodded. What else could she do? Monica poured the drink and began to speak. “So…you’re understandably confused…so allow me to illuminate the situation…you see I was in London…shopping since my dear husband Robert had urgent business in Chicago…and a thought occurred to me…” She handed Shubhangi her drink and Shubhangi took it reluctantly. Shubhangi looked in Monica’s eyes and saw a cold fury there that scared her and thought, ‘woman scorned.’

 

“I thought…how nice it would be to pop over the pond…and see Robert…and do some shopping on the Miracle Mile…Oxford street can be such bore comparatively…and since my Robert was already there…perhaps we could dine together at some of your cities fine eateries…” Monica paused for dramatic effect and appraised Shubhangi critically. Shubhangi never had felt so naked as she did under Monica’s stare.

 

“So…you can imagine my surprise…when I arrived last night to find…my husband naked on that very couch…with a young woman equally naked…who apparently mistook my husband’s penis for her personal lollipop…” Monica took another drink of her Manhattan as Shubhangi stood holding her in stunned silence. This was not going well, and sensible Shubhangi was screaming in the back of her mind to run like hell. Somehow her feet seemed glued to the floor. Monica then smiled at Shubhangi coldly and said “You look a little pale dear…are you sure you’re alright?”

 

Shubhangi bit her bottom lip nervously and then said meekly. “Perhaps I should go…” Monica laughed coldly and said “Go? But you haven’t even seen Robert yet…and besides you’ve not yet done your job or been paid…No…I don’t think a young industrious entrepreneur such as yourself…should have made this trip all the way here…and leave with nothing…Let’s see what Robert thinks…” With that Monica stepped to the bedroom door and said “Robert…your whore for tonight is here…Get your ass out here…”

 

“As soon as I dress…” a male voice answered. Shubhangi heard both fear and submission in his voice and thought ‘Dude you’re so fucked.’

 

Monica disappeared into the bedroom and Shubhangi considered bolting toward the door, but Monica returned before Shubhangi could take a step dragging her husband who was wet from a shower and wrapped in only a towel around the waist. Monica smiled again as Robert stood behind her holding his towel. He didn’t even look at Shubhangi, but instead found a spot two feet in front of him on the floor much more interesting. “May I present my husband Robert…”

Monica turned to him and said “Where are your manners Robert…this young lady came all the way here to fuck you…at least you could say hello…”

 

Robert finally looked at Shubhangi and rolled his eyes and mouthed the word “Sorry…” After his wife had turned back to face Shubhangi. All in all, Robert was attractive. He’d a thin waist and was darkly tanned as if from Middle Eastern descent. He’d black hair with a fleck of grey at the sides that would have given him a look of sophistication had he been dressed in a suit rather than a towel. There was also a look of defeat about him now, and Shubhangi almost felt a bit sorry for him.

 

Monica led her half naked husband to the couch and sat him down and then turned to Shubhangi and said “Now…why don’t we all sit down…and get to know each other…”

 

Shubhangi was shocked, but found herself taking a seat in an overstuffed chair across from Robert and Monica. Shubhangi was still too stunned to trust herself to speak but she stole a glance at her watch which read, 7:12. Monica sat with her drink next to her husband but acted as if he were invisible. Well perhaps not invisible, more like a piece of furniture that was inconsequential to her. Shubhangi on the other hand was an object of intense focus for her. Monica leaned forward and her eyes seemed to bore into Shubhangi. “May I know your name dear…or would that be improper? Do you use a pseudonym in your profession?”

 

Shubhangi stared at Monica blankly not fully comprehending her question. “My name is Sara…” Shubhangi said hoping her nerves did not show through in her voice.

 

“Sara…what a lovely name…and have you met Robert before…or was tonight to be your first date…” The word date Monica emphasized coldly as if she’d bitten into a rotten piece of fruit. Her voice was thick with contempt for Shubhangi, but underneath Shubhangi thought she sensed also genuine curiosity.

 

“I’ve never dated Robert before.” Shubhangi said reflecting her contempt with more confidence than she felt. Monica appraised Shubhangi with those cold brown eyes again, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. She seemed somewhat amused by Shubhangi’s boldness. Shubhangi knew that Monica was using her to torture her husband, and part of Shubhangi was now wondering if she would play along and for how long. Shubhangi was wondering the same thing. This was not the sexual experience she’d imagined in her fantasy, but deep inside her there was something so titillating about being on the edge like this.

 

Monica smiled and asked “Well tell me…how long have you been a whore?”

 

Shubhangi knew Monica was trying to get a reaction from her. Shubhangi gave her none, but smiled back at Monica coldly and said ambiguously “Not long…”

 

“And do you enjoy your work?” Monica asked. Shubhangi shrugged noncommittally.

 

“Please don’t be shy…educate me…I’ve never known a woman like you…tell me do you find pleasure in the sex…or is it just something you do for money? Does the attractiveness of the man play into it?” Monica asked, she was genuinely curious, but was also enjoying watching Robert squirm as he sat silently next to her. Shubhangi decided to play along for a bit longer to see where this was going. Shubhangi knew this was probably an irrational decision, but a part of her deep down was enjoying Robert’s humiliation. But he’d dug his own hole here and Monica intended to make him pay for his transgression. She was also trying to destroy his fantasy. In a sense she was forcefully taking him behind the scenes of a porno movie forcing him to see the not so arousing side of prostitution.

 

“Well to be honest…I do enjoy it with the right person…if the man is attractive…and treats me well…” Shubhangi said not knowing if that was true at all.

 

“And do you find my Robert attractive?” Monica asked.

 

Shubhangi looked at Robert who met her eyes. Was there something more than fear there now? Shubhangi felt his eyes sweep across her body as her appraised his. Shubhangi looked back to Monica who was intensely interested in whatever Shubhangi said next. A bead of sweat had formed on Shubhangi’s forehead and for the first time she saw not only anger and curiosity in Monica’s eyes, but also longing. What was going on here?

 

“Yes…your husband is attractive….” Shubhangi smiled and said.

 

“And how much do you charge for your services?” Monica, took a deep breath and asked.

 

“I believe the agreed upon rate for this evening is $10000.00 for two hours…” Shubhangi said not knowing if this was too high, too low, or just right. Monica stood up appraised Shubhangi and went back to the bar. Shubhangi and Robert sat silently staring at each other. Robert must be the boldest man Shubhangi had ever met because even in his predicament, Shubhangi could see him staring at her breasts with lust. The towel across his lap tented slightly and Shubhangi wondered what would happen if Monica also noticed his arousal.

 

Monica returned after rummaging behind the bar and handed Shubhangi a thick role of 100- dollar bills. Shubhangi took them but only stared at them.

 

“You may count it if you like…now you came here to do a job…so far be it from me to get in the way of a first date…go on fuck him…” Monica said misinterpreting Shubhangi’s hesitation. Her rage was back and she stood to one side of the couch watching Shubhangi and Robert.

 

Neither Shubhangi or Robert moved. “Well what’s wrong? You got your money now go on fuck him…” Monica spat at Shubhangi.

 

Shubhangi was still too stunned for speech. Monica sighed and went to Robert and savagely yanked the towel away from him. Whatever arousal he may have felt was gone instantly and his cock hung limply between his legs.

 

“Monica you’ve made your point…stop this now…” Robert spoke for the first time in an English accent.

 

Monica turned on him like a striking snake. “How dare you even speak to me…you cheating bastard…how many whores have there been over the years? Many I’m sure…now don’t get all holier than thou with me just because I’ve decided to play in your decadence…now you’re going to fuck her…or I’m going to fuck you in divorce court for the rest of your life…” Robert sighed resigned and sat naked on the couch waiting to see what would happen.

 

Monica turned to Shubhangi and said “Do you know the last time he fucked me was 3 months ago…I think…I deserve to at least know what he could not find in me…Don’t you?”

 

Shubhangi was beginning to understand more now than she’d. Monica finds out Robert has been cheating on her. Something Monica probably knew deep down anyway. Wives somehow always deep down know. But there was more to this. Monica felt inadequate. Behind her toughness and her razor like tongue was a woman who was in the middle of her life feeling like she was not enough for the man she’d married. Deep down Monica was afraid and hurt, but as much as there was of hurt, there was also self-doubt about what could Robert possible see in a whore that she could not provide.

 

Shubhangi pitied Monica at this moment and could see that she was on the verge of not rage now, but tears. Shubhangi went to her slowly and took her hand. Monica resisted and made to pull away from her, but the effort was weak and half hearted. Shubhangi led Monica to the chair in which she’d sat and set Monica down.  Shubhangi kneeled before her leaned in closely. Monica rage melted and was replaced with sadness and hurt. Part of Shubhangi wanted to hug her, but she didn’t. Shubhangi was not her friend; Shubhangi was her husband’s whore. Monica looked up at Shubhangi with both curiosity, self-loathing, and confusion. Shubhangi could smell Monica’s expensive perfume and knew she’d stopped breathing. Monica was not in control here now, Shubhangi was. And that was good. Shubhangi didn’t know if she could save Monica’s marriage, but she could not leave Monica without at least trying to release her from her own doubt.

 

Shubhangi whispered to Monica a single word “Watch…” Shubhangi favoured Monica with a grin reserved for two conspiratorial women and for just a moment Monica’s eyes twinkled and the corners of her mouth turned up into a grin. Then it was gone and Monica did as Shubhangi asked.

 

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Shubhangi released Monica’s hand and turned toward Robert. Monica seemed to relax, perhaps relieved not to have to be in control of anything. Robert recoiled slightly and Shubhangi wondered if he could see the hatred, she’d for him burning in her eyes. It may have been irrational, but Shubhangi blamed him completely. Not for using whores, but for making Monica feel as if she were not good enough for him. Shubhangi walked to Robert slowly. Shubhangi shed her heels as she walked. Then standing before him and between he and his wife Shubhangi slowly stripped off her blouse. Her breasts came free and Shubhangi heard a sharp intake of breath from both Robert and Monica whose eyes Shubhangi could feel on her.

 

Shubhangi knelt before Robert and placed her hands on his naked thighs. Her breasts were all but touching his knees. Shubhangi ran her hands up his thighs toward his cock. It twitched and began to harden. Shubhangi smiled. Shubhangi could feel Monica watching her intently. All rage was gone and had been replaced with burning curiosity. Shubhangi licked her lips seductively and unzipped her black skirt letting peeling it away from her hips. Her black thong accenting the curves of her hips and ass with the thin material covering what Robert was now longing for. Shubhangi lowered her mouth to him without hesitation and took him deeply in her throat.

 

Robert groaned at Shubhangi’s touch. Shubhangi bobbed her head on his hard shaft in gentle oscillating rhythms. He lay his head back in pleasure. Shubhangi stroked his shaft with her hand as she performed her very best blowjob on him. Shubhangi found herself getting wet at the thought of his hard cock and his wife’s curious eyes on her. Shubhangi love cock sucking and it was such a turn on. Shubhangi sucked his cock not with lust although she was aroused, but with anger and hatred transferred from Monica to her. Shubhangi wanted to hurt him, but more than that she wanted Monica to know what he was. Shubhangi would show her who he was and maybe who she could be.

 

Shubhangi felt Robert shudder and immediately stopped, she squeezed the base of his cock to prevent his eruption. Precum oozed but he didn’t cum. Shubhangi flicked her tongue over the tip of his shaft tasting him and letting a strand of his pre-cum stretch obscenely between the tip of his cock and the tip of her tongue. Shubhangi broke as she pulled away from him and licked her lips.

 

“Does it feel good Robert?” Shubhangi asked seductively.

 

“Jesus…yes…don’t stop…” Robert said in quivering tones as his cock spasmed in Shubhangi’s hand.

 

Shubhangi squeezed tighter around his shaft. “Not yet…” Shubhangi whispered. As near orgasm subsided; Shubhangi slowly released her grip on his cock and slowly began stroking him. Shubhangi completely ignored Monica and wondered if he could do the same. For Monica’s part she sat silently watching them without expression or comment.

 

“So…tell me…do you like her watching me suck your cock Robert?” Shubhangi asked. Shubhangi could feel his whole-body tense. He didn’t like the way this was going and although his mind was in a sexual haze, he knew this line of questioning could be dangerous. Shubhangi imagined his dilemma. Should he be honest? What was the right answer? Was there a right answer? He chose silence which was both wise and cowardly at the same time.

 

Shubhangi stopped stroking and gently began massaging Robert’s balls. He moaned, but there was also fear there. Shubhangi could hurt him and he knew it. His cock was still hard, but she could feel the mixture of fear and arousal in him. Shubhangi wondered if he enjoyed the feeling.

 

“Don’t be shy Robert…tell me…does it feel good to do it in front of her?” Shubhangi asked.

 

Monica’s eyes were now sparkling and the curve of a grin returned to her face. The cold hardness was there, but also something more. Robert still chose silence, Shubhangi squeezed his balls a little more tightly. Not enough to cause pain. There was still pleasure in her touch, but enough to remind him of his position.

 

“Yes…it feels good…” Robert groaned finally deciding an answer was better than no answer.

 

Shubhangi rewarded him by licking his balls gently and stroking his shaft. Monica gaped. Shubhangi smiled inwardly. Robert relaxed again as his arousal once more began to build. Shubhangi slowly stood not releasing her grasp on his shaft and turned to face Monica whose face was flushed. Their eyes met and she held them. Shubhangi stared back into them and she slowly sat down upon Robert’s lap. Shubhangi positioned his cock at her pussy and slowly impaled herself upon him. His hands found Shubhangi’s hips and once fully inside her, Shubhangi leaned back against his chest feeling him filling her cunt while allowing Monica to watch him slide inside her.

 

Shubhangi watched Monica silently watching her as Shubhangi ground her hips back and fourth on her husband's lap as his cock slipped in and out of her. Shubhangi could feel Robert panting on her neck and knew he would not last long. Shubhangi brought her fingers to her clit and began masturbating herself knowing he would finish long before she got there. Monica was still angry and curious, but also aroused. Her face was flushed and the nipples beneath her robe had to be like hard pebbles full of desire. Her own hips rocked involuntarily as she watched them.

 

Without warning Robert’s grip on Shubhangi’s hips tightened and Shubhangi felt the familiar warmth and spasm inside of her indicated he’d ejaculated. Shubhangi pushed down hard on him, not cumming herself, but what whore came with her trick in real life anyway. His cock spasmed again and Shubhangi knew another spray of him had gone off inside of her. And then his body went limp and it was over. His cock slowly wilted inside her. Monica seemed to sense this also and shifted slightly in her seat breaking eye contact with Shubhangi finally. Shubhangi took a deep breath and slowly stood up off Robert as his cock slid from her with an audible ‘plop.’

 

Shubhangi walked to Monica slowly and took her hand and said softly to her “How do you feel?”

 

Monica considered Shubhangi and then said in a whisper “I’m not sure…I expected…” Her voice trailed off.

 

“You expected more? Something special perhaps for the sum you paid me…perhaps something you couldn’t do?” Shubhangi smiled knowing her understanding was correct.

 

“Yes…” Monica said as if Shubhangi had voiced her own thoughts.

 

Shubhangi smiled at Monica and said “Sorry to disappoint you…but getting a whore isn’t about a woman’s inadequacy…it’s about the man’s…I hope…I helped you to understand that…”

 

Monica looked at Shubhangi and grinned a real smile for the first time. It was just a flash and then evaporated, but it was real and genuine while it was there. Monica nodded and said “I think you did…thank you….”

 

Shubhangi giggled and said “You’re the first woman…I know…that has ever thanked a hooker …for fucking her husband…I hope you two work it out…”

 

Monica smiled at Shubhangi and then looked over at Robert who was sitting there wondering what the hell was going to happen to him. He could not hear their whispers, but Monica’s face went from warm and conspiratorial to cold and calculating immediately. “Oh…I’m sure…I’m going to work it out…” She said loud enough for Robert to hear.

 

Robert cringed at Monica’s words, and judging from how she looked at him he’d every right to be worried. Never before had Shubhangi seen a man so absolutely fucked. Shubhangi picked up her panties and Monica took her hand before Shubhangi could step into them.

 

“May I have these? I’ll pay for them if you want…”  Monica said.

 

Shubhangi considered Monica for a moment and then handed her the thong. “Sure…” Shubhangi said confused.

 

“Thank you…I’ve plans that may require this sort of underwear…and although…I’m sure more could be purchased…there is something fitting in that they be yours…” Monica said.

 

Shubhangi shrugged as she stepped into skirt and top sans panties. Shubhangi didn’t understand, but all she really wanted to do was get out of there at this point. Shubhangi really didn’t ever plan to wear that underwear again anyway. Monica walked Shubhangi to the door and handed her another 1000.00 dollars.

 

Shubhangi took the handful of bills and said “Enjoy the rest of your night…” It sounded hollow and stupid, but Shubhangi couldn’t think of anything else to say. Monica nodded to Shubhangi and closed the door. Shubhangi rode down the elevator with two business men whose eyes seemed to maul her. Shubhangi could feel Robert running out of her and that was when Shubhangi realized that She’d thrown her other panties away. Shubhangi sighed as the doors to the lobby dinged open and quickly made her way to the ladies’ room to turn back into Shubhangi.

 

At 10:05 Shubhangi was in a cab on her way to her house with 11000.00 dollars in cash. Although it was not the fantasy she imagined, she’d been a whore for a night, and a successful one at that. And while it was not a mind-bending sexual experience, the memory of Monica’s eyes on her while her husband’s cock was inside her would be masturbation fodder for the rest of her life.

 

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An hour later Shubhangi was naked again. This time she was with Shakti and much more comfortable. He was naked too and sat immersed up to his neck in the hot water of the spa. Shubhangi sat on the side, at his request, drinking another martini. He wanted to see her while Shubhangi told him her story. He sat and listened in stunned silence as Shubhangi told him every detail exactly as she remembered them. When Shubhangi had finished she knew Shakti had to be hard, and she suspected he was stroking himself under the frothing water.

 

“Did he really have sex with you while his wife watched?” Shakti, he said with a flushed face.

 

Shubhangi grinnned and spread her legs to answer his question. She used her fingers to open herself for him and knew he could see she was more open than usual from the night’s escapades. Not to mention some of Robert’s cum was still stuck to Shubhangi’s thighs.

 

“God” Shakti said again but this time lustfully. He stood up, his erect cock before him. Shubhangi grinned as he came to her. He positioned himself at Shubhangi’s pussy and slowly slid into her. Shubhangi sighed as he easily hilted himself on his first thrust. “You’re such a good whore…” Shakti said.

 

Shubhangi moaned at the word which didn’t cut this time but aroused hearing it from him. And at his words Shubhangi became his whore. But this time not for money, but so much more. He was urgently thrusting inside of her then and Shubhangi held his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his body. Shubhangi could feel him deeply inside her and she was wet from her current arousal and the fuck from before.

 

“Fuck my cum filled pussy baby…” Shubhangi whispered nastily in his ear knowing he wanted her to be nasty now. Shubhangi could sense deep down he was extraordinarily turned on by the thought of fucking her cream pie pussy.

 

“Oh God…” Shakti replied and thrust more urgently.

 

They both came fast. Shakti erupted inside of Shubhangi harder than she’d ever felt before. It was like a hose let loose deep inside her pussy. Shubhangi came with him, equally hard, gripping him with the contracting muscles of her cunt. It was fast and hard, and Shubhangi felt herself lose control of her mind as she came on his erupting cock. Wetness squirted from her, coating his cock and balls. This rare event never ceased to catch Shubhangi off guard and when it happened, she was completely beyond control. Another squirt from him and Shubhangi was contracting in orgasm again. She was lost in the feeling and when the orgasm crested, they crested together. Shubhangi held Shakti tightly and both shivering uncontrollably as they rode the waves of a mind-bending orgasm.

 

Slowly the shivering tingles subsided, but they hugged each other tightly until they both broke into a fit of giggles. They sank into the water together both laughing and kissing. They spent the rest of the night making love and loving each other. Around 4:00 they held each other in their bed. Shakti kissed Shubhangi’s forehead and said “God…I’m so glad…it’s my turn again…”

 

Shubhangi kissed him back and said “You mean…I don’t get to go twice in a row after that?”

 

Shakti smiled and said “No way babe…I’m not giving up my turn…” Shubhangi reached between his legs and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. She was somewhat horny again.

 

“I think you should be really dirty this time…”  Shubhangi said and drifted off to sleep holding him not knowing that her words would set in motion a fantasy that would change three people’s lives forever.


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Sorry Readers I'm very busy nowadays so posted Two Chapters today (Chapter 26 Part-1 & Part-2) Keep reading and keep enjoying