Adultery The Impotent Husband

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Come to think of it, the lovely voluptuous dark-haired woman thought as she pulled into a parking spot
in the college's lot, they don't have anyone over to visit. It's almost as though the two of them live in a
world all their own. Wellllll ... that's interesting.

The early setting sun and ensuing darkness made the air around the new college bitter cold, and Deepa
hurried inside, taking great care that she did not slip and fall on the ice. As soon as she was inside, she
took off her coat, revealing her casual dress. Knowing that she would not be spending too much time
away from the warmth of buildings or her car, she hadn't bothered to dress warmly. Though slightly
older than Rita, Deepa carried herself as though she were still in college, and dressed pretty much the way
she had when she had been attending college. Tight jeans, a light casual blouse and simple shoes. Her
rich, luxurious hair, cleanly parted in the center of her head, fell softly to her shoulders and framed her
head, bouncing lightly as she walked through the building. As she passed several reflective windows, she
automatically glanced at herself, and was pleased with what she saw. She took good care of her body,
and her looks had not in the slightest left her. Even as she walked quickly through the empty halls, she
could see in the profile of her reflections, the generous swelling of her breasts behind her cotton blouse.
Even though her globes were large, they were firm and hard, and had never needed the support of a bra.
They, like her hair, rajbed sensually as she sauntered through the halls, and the rubbing of her nipples
on the light cloth brought about a sense of arousal. Good, she thought to herself. Feeling like this will
make me just a little more brazen than normal. We'll check this Ankush guy out real good. She could feel
her pussy starting to secrete fluids of desire as she found the doors to the indoor ice rink, and she moved
her mink coat in such a way so as to hide any stain that might show through her jeans around her vaginal
area. She wanted to be a little brazen, but not totally wanton! She wanted Ankush to think of her as just
another woman. That way he would act more naturally, and she could get a better feel about him.

The echoing sounds of shouting and laughter filled the rink area, and she searched through the huge
room, looking first for her nephew, and, finding him, looked for Ankush.



She found him when he blew his whistle loudly.

"All right," he boomed, his voice bouncing off the walls. "I think we've had enough for today. Let's break
it up. I'm ready for dinner."

"Sunil," Deepa called at the top of her lungs, delighting when she saw everyone, including Ankush, turning to
see her finally. "Sunil," she called again.

The young boy skated across the rink. "Aunt Deepa," he started.

"Your mother sent me to pick you up," she said quickly, keeping her eyes on Ankush all the while. "My
car is in the parking lot. It's unlocked. You get changed and wait for me there. I have a little something I
have to do. I won't be long."

Sunil shrugged his shoulders and went to change. Deepa followed Ankush's hard muscled form as the
hockey coach went to one of the side benches and sat down to take off his skates. Sighing deeply, Deepa
walked along the ice to him.

"You seem to be pretty popular with the kids," she said to start the conversation.

Ankush looked up and stared at her for a moment. He could feel his breathing stop as his eyes fixed on
her ripe beauty. Then he broke into a huge grin and returned to taking off his skates. "Yes ... I like them
and they like me," he told her. "I don't think they've had a coach who really understood the game before."

"I thought football was your sport," Deepa said, sitting close, but not too close, to him. She bent forward
and looked with intensive eagerness.

Ankush gave a little chuckle. He was used to having women come over and talk to him. Lots of them had
done that in his college days, and he prided himself on being able to handle situations like this.

"Well ... it is. Or was, I should say. But I like all sports. I have to admit that you don't look like the kind
of woman who would be interested in football, though."

"I'm not," Deepa said, smiling and raising her eyebrows.

"And something tells me that you're not interested in hockey, either."

"I never thought a jock could have so much insight," Deepa said, just a little seductively.

Ankush chuckled to himself. This little game was one that he hadn't played in a long time ... not since he'd
married Rita. He could tell that this lovely woman was coming on to him, and even though he was a
married man, it gave him a little thrill to know that he still projected that special something that most
women go for. And he wasn't even trying. Well ...

"You sure don't look old enough to be Sunil's mother," he said, looking away from his skates and
directly into her coal-black eyes.

"I'm not," Deepa said, still smiling, and looking right back at him. So far, there was nothing shy about this
handsome man.

Ankush regarded her for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes as though he was deep in thought.

"I know you from somewhere," he said quietly. "I know you ..."

He searched through his memory, trying to recall the faces of the women he used to date in college.



They hadn't been countless, but most of them had been for little more than a couple of weeks, hardly
long enough to leave a lasting impression in his mind.

"No ... you've probably just seen me," she said, looking hard at him, and then leaning back. Raj and I
live two doors down from you and Rita."

Ankush thought about that for a moment, and then his face brightened with a sudden understanding.

"Of course," he said as though he had just stumbled on to some brilliant thought. "Well ... it's nice to be
talking to you. I'm sorry that Rita and I haven't been making the rounds in the neighborhood. She and I
are just a little new to the ways of the suburbs. Both of us come from the city, you know, and making the
..."

"No need to apologize," Deepa said quickly. Now that she had him talking, the last thing she wanted him to
do was feel as though he had done something wrong. "Raj and I know how it can be. When we first
moved here, we didn't know a soul, and it took us some time to make new friends. Someone has to
make the first move."

Ankush felt instantly relieved. Talking to this lovely woman was a pleasure. She was friendly, open and
casual. He had at first thought that he would have to go into some long speech about how he was
married and wasn't playing the field anymore, but now that he knew a little more about her, he began to
feel as though he had known her for a long, long time. Some people are like that, he thought quickly to
himself as his eyes lingered on the generous swell of her breasts pushing out her light cotton blouse.
Some people make you feel at ease right away.