26-04-2025, 05:02 PM
Ankush sat in some nameless bar, at least he didn't know what the name of the place was, and he really
didn't care. The place was pretty empty for a Saturday night, and his stool was surrounded by vacant
ones on either side. A juke box was playing the Tony Bennett version of "I Left My Heart in San
Francisco," though Ankush wasn't paying too much attention. He was looking into his second drink, a
double Scotch on-the-rocks. The first one he had downed right away, and on his empty stomach, it had
gone right to his head.
"Damn that woman anyway," he thought, his mental voice slightly fuzzy. The nerve ... the absolute gall
of her to tell me, Ankush Kapoor, that I can't make her happy . She ought to consider herself lucky that I
married her. There were a lot of women who would have given their right arms to be where she is now,
and she just doesn't appreciate it. Well ... let her do some thinking for a little while. The nerve!
Outside the bar, Deepa lit up a cigarette and smiled. She had just made her phone call to Raj when she
saw Ankush going into the bar. Raj had been all smiles. At least, he had sounded like he was all smiles
over the phone. The plans had been set, and Deepa was ready to put her end of the deal into operation.
This hadn't been so hard after all, though she had to admit that she had been very, very lucky. Well, no
point in dwelling on that, she thought. Luck or no, she was going to make her play for Ankush, and she
was pretty certain that he was in just the right mood to take her up on it.
She walked into the bar and received a whistle or two from the few men who were in a fairly jolly mood.
She ignored them as she sauntered through the place, taking a seat right next to Ankush.
"Small world, handsome," she said, taking a deep drag on her cigarette.
Ankush turned to her, his face carrying the expression of anger, though not at her.
"I'll have a martini," she told the bartender, who gave her a little wink. Even though he had never seen
her or Ankush before in his life, he could see what the situation was, and he had learned not to get
involved in such things.
When her drink came, she took a dainty sip and looked at Ankush, who had gone back to staring into his
drink. "I was just driving around when I saw your car here. Raj and I ... we had a little, oh ...
discussion, and I'm afraid I walked out on him."
She was fishing for information, and she could see that she had hit pay-dirt right away. Ankush stiffened
and turned to face her, his facial expression softening somewhat.
"Really?" Then, after something of a pause, he added, "Rita and I had something like that too."
"I'm not much of a drinker," she said, seeing that she was going to have to do most of the talking for a
little while. "But I didn't feel like being alone. Like I said, I saw your car out there, and I thought we
might be able to make each other feel a little better."
Ankush grunted and smiled from one side of his mouth. Now that he was a little drunk, he wasn't being
quite as careful as he had been in the ice rink with her. She was looking pretty appealing to him at this
point, especially after what Rita had said to him. He wondered what his lovely blonde wife would think if
she knew that he still had that old effect on women. Deepa was looking at him through half-lowered eye
lids, turning her body in such a way as to give him a very nice view of her full, luscious breasts. Even
though they were completely covered with her blouse, they still looked delightful.
But even though he was slightly drunk, he was not a total fool. He might make his desires a little more
known, but he was still married, and that meant look, but don't touch.
"Some women just don't know when they have a good thing," he said, taking his drink off the bar and
holding it in both hands while he looked directly into Deepa's coal-black eyes.
"Some men don't either," she answered. "Raj and I ... well, I thought we had a pretty good marriage.
Things came as something of a shock to me. He doesn't like this about me. He doesn't like that. God ...
the least he could have done was tell me a little at a time instead of dumping it all at once on me."
"You look like you're taking what happened rather well."
She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I do? I'll be going back in a little while. Maybe after he and I
have been away from each other for a while, we'll both cool down some. I didn't even get a chance to
say anything in my defense, though now that I think about it, Raj's not perfect."
"I guess no one is," Ankush said thoughtfully. Even though he thought Rita was totally wrong about what
she had said, Ankush now believed that he could have been a little less abrupt ... a little more patient with
her. Hell, if she had a problem, the least he could do was try to help her with it, instead of running away.
Now that he wasn't alone, though, his thoughts began to travel in other directions. Even fully clothed,
Deepa exuded a certain sexual arousal just from her being so close to him. His eyes quickly traveled over
her body, dropping from the cotton covered swell of her hard, firm breasts to the graceful flair of her
jean-covered hips. She was sitting with her legs crossed at her ankles, her full-fleshed thighs pressed
tightly together. The tight denim cloth followed every curve of her body, and he was certain that he could
see her cuntal mount pressing up against it from underneath. Uuummmp, but he would like to get his
cock into her, if for no other reason than to teach that ungrateful wife of his a lesson she would never
forget.
"This is like something out of a "B" movie," Deepa said, taking another sip on her drink. "I wouldn't be the
least bit surprised if you told me that your wife doesn't understand you."
"Maybe you wouldn't," Ankush laughed. "But the truth is, I don't think she understands herself: I don't
know what happened to her over the months, but suddenly she's become a cold sexless bitch."
He stopped himself after that, feeling a little flushed in the face. After all, he was talking to a near
stranger, and it really wasn't any of her business what his private life was like. Damn that Rita, he thought
quickly. She's got my mind so fucked up I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Deepa sensed what was happening with Ankush, and she could tell that it was time to really press the
advantage she had over him ... the advantage of knowing what she wanted, while making him believe
that she was just something of a friend.
"Listen," she said, finishing her drink in one gulp. "Sitting here is really silly. There is no reason why we
should be doing it. You said that you and Rita wanted to come over to the house. Why don't you beat
her to it? Believe me, I know these things. Raj and I have gone through them before. Things will work
out. It just takes a little time, that's all. I'm sure that once you go back home, she'll be more in touch with
herself."
Ankush regarded her for a moment. God, she was asking him to go over to her place. What the fuck was
she ...?
Then it, dawned on him that Raj would probably be there. Hell ... what the fuck could happen with her
husband around? Ankush thought about meeting these new friends of his, and the idea appealed to him.
Besides, it would give him a little more time to look at Deepa's lovely body ... something that could make
this whole fucking evening really worth the torment Rita had put him through.
He finished his drink as well and set it down hard on the bar. "I like that idea," he said. "Maybe you're
right about Rita. And I know I'm in no condition to be with her now ... not with her being as hysterical as
she was."
"Fine. You know where I live. I'll follow you ... you follow me ... I'm sure Raj would like to meet you."
Ankush dropped a five dollar bill onto the bar and walked out behind the lovely woman, delighting in the
way her hips swayed back and forth.
Behind the bar, the tender rubbed a glass clean, shaking his head as though he couldn't figure out what
the trick was going on. A classy woman like that taking another man home to meet her husband? That
didn't make any sense at all. Still, she acted as though she knew what she was doing. He sighed and
brought another round of beer to the men at the table, his only other customers.
* * *
At his home, Raj Narang finished the drink he had mixed for himself while Deepa had been looking out the
window. According to the phone call Deepa had given him, she was going to bring that superjock to his
house. He gave her enough time to get everything squared away, and then wrote a little note. It was
more for Ankush's benefit than for Deepa's. The college super-star would never believe her if she merely
told him that he would be away, but him seeing the note would set his mind at ease.
Then he slipped into his own coat and ran through several things in his mind, trying to think of what
excuse he could give to Rita for stopping in and seeing her. Deciding on the old friendly neighbor bit, he
locked his door and walked the short distance to the Kapoor house. His timing had been perfect, though
he couldn't have expected less. As he pressed the doorbell, he could see a double set of headlights
coming down the street, slowly because of the ice.
Rita opened the door, looking at Raj as though he were a door-to-door salesman.
"Yes?" she said in a sort of tired voice.
"Good evening, Mrs. Kapoor," Raj said, looking around to see that the two cars were getting closer to
his house. "My name is Raj Narang. I live a couple of doors down, and I thought I would be a good
neighbor and say hello."
He could see that Rita was upset over something, probably the very thing that had caused Ankush to run
out of the house like he had, and Raj thought that she might not want to be with anyone. That would be
really bad. Already he could feel his cock starting to spasm, and to have it not taken care of by the
lovely woman ...
"Please ... come in," Rita said formally as she stepped to one side, holding the door open. Raj walked
past her, inwardly gloating. Both he and Deepa had connected! Now all that remained was for he and his
wife to make the best use of their talents.
didn't care. The place was pretty empty for a Saturday night, and his stool was surrounded by vacant
ones on either side. A juke box was playing the Tony Bennett version of "I Left My Heart in San
Francisco," though Ankush wasn't paying too much attention. He was looking into his second drink, a
double Scotch on-the-rocks. The first one he had downed right away, and on his empty stomach, it had
gone right to his head.
"Damn that woman anyway," he thought, his mental voice slightly fuzzy. The nerve ... the absolute gall
of her to tell me, Ankush Kapoor, that I can't make her happy . She ought to consider herself lucky that I
married her. There were a lot of women who would have given their right arms to be where she is now,
and she just doesn't appreciate it. Well ... let her do some thinking for a little while. The nerve!
Outside the bar, Deepa lit up a cigarette and smiled. She had just made her phone call to Raj when she
saw Ankush going into the bar. Raj had been all smiles. At least, he had sounded like he was all smiles
over the phone. The plans had been set, and Deepa was ready to put her end of the deal into operation.
This hadn't been so hard after all, though she had to admit that she had been very, very lucky. Well, no
point in dwelling on that, she thought. Luck or no, she was going to make her play for Ankush, and she
was pretty certain that he was in just the right mood to take her up on it.
She walked into the bar and received a whistle or two from the few men who were in a fairly jolly mood.
She ignored them as she sauntered through the place, taking a seat right next to Ankush.
"Small world, handsome," she said, taking a deep drag on her cigarette.
Ankush turned to her, his face carrying the expression of anger, though not at her.
"I'll have a martini," she told the bartender, who gave her a little wink. Even though he had never seen
her or Ankush before in his life, he could see what the situation was, and he had learned not to get
involved in such things.
When her drink came, she took a dainty sip and looked at Ankush, who had gone back to staring into his
drink. "I was just driving around when I saw your car here. Raj and I ... we had a little, oh ...
discussion, and I'm afraid I walked out on him."
She was fishing for information, and she could see that she had hit pay-dirt right away. Ankush stiffened
and turned to face her, his facial expression softening somewhat.
"Really?" Then, after something of a pause, he added, "Rita and I had something like that too."
"I'm not much of a drinker," she said, seeing that she was going to have to do most of the talking for a
little while. "But I didn't feel like being alone. Like I said, I saw your car out there, and I thought we
might be able to make each other feel a little better."
Ankush grunted and smiled from one side of his mouth. Now that he was a little drunk, he wasn't being
quite as careful as he had been in the ice rink with her. She was looking pretty appealing to him at this
point, especially after what Rita had said to him. He wondered what his lovely blonde wife would think if
she knew that he still had that old effect on women. Deepa was looking at him through half-lowered eye
lids, turning her body in such a way as to give him a very nice view of her full, luscious breasts. Even
though they were completely covered with her blouse, they still looked delightful.
But even though he was slightly drunk, he was not a total fool. He might make his desires a little more
known, but he was still married, and that meant look, but don't touch.
"Some women just don't know when they have a good thing," he said, taking his drink off the bar and
holding it in both hands while he looked directly into Deepa's coal-black eyes.
"Some men don't either," she answered. "Raj and I ... well, I thought we had a pretty good marriage.
Things came as something of a shock to me. He doesn't like this about me. He doesn't like that. God ...
the least he could have done was tell me a little at a time instead of dumping it all at once on me."
"You look like you're taking what happened rather well."
She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I do? I'll be going back in a little while. Maybe after he and I
have been away from each other for a while, we'll both cool down some. I didn't even get a chance to
say anything in my defense, though now that I think about it, Raj's not perfect."
"I guess no one is," Ankush said thoughtfully. Even though he thought Rita was totally wrong about what
she had said, Ankush now believed that he could have been a little less abrupt ... a little more patient with
her. Hell, if she had a problem, the least he could do was try to help her with it, instead of running away.
Now that he wasn't alone, though, his thoughts began to travel in other directions. Even fully clothed,
Deepa exuded a certain sexual arousal just from her being so close to him. His eyes quickly traveled over
her body, dropping from the cotton covered swell of her hard, firm breasts to the graceful flair of her
jean-covered hips. She was sitting with her legs crossed at her ankles, her full-fleshed thighs pressed
tightly together. The tight denim cloth followed every curve of her body, and he was certain that he could
see her cuntal mount pressing up against it from underneath. Uuummmp, but he would like to get his
cock into her, if for no other reason than to teach that ungrateful wife of his a lesson she would never
forget.
"This is like something out of a "B" movie," Deepa said, taking another sip on her drink. "I wouldn't be the
least bit surprised if you told me that your wife doesn't understand you."
"Maybe you wouldn't," Ankush laughed. "But the truth is, I don't think she understands herself: I don't
know what happened to her over the months, but suddenly she's become a cold sexless bitch."
He stopped himself after that, feeling a little flushed in the face. After all, he was talking to a near
stranger, and it really wasn't any of her business what his private life was like. Damn that Rita, he thought
quickly. She's got my mind so fucked up I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Deepa sensed what was happening with Ankush, and she could tell that it was time to really press the
advantage she had over him ... the advantage of knowing what she wanted, while making him believe
that she was just something of a friend.
"Listen," she said, finishing her drink in one gulp. "Sitting here is really silly. There is no reason why we
should be doing it. You said that you and Rita wanted to come over to the house. Why don't you beat
her to it? Believe me, I know these things. Raj and I have gone through them before. Things will work
out. It just takes a little time, that's all. I'm sure that once you go back home, she'll be more in touch with
herself."
Ankush regarded her for a moment. God, she was asking him to go over to her place. What the fuck was
she ...?
Then it, dawned on him that Raj would probably be there. Hell ... what the fuck could happen with her
husband around? Ankush thought about meeting these new friends of his, and the idea appealed to him.
Besides, it would give him a little more time to look at Deepa's lovely body ... something that could make
this whole fucking evening really worth the torment Rita had put him through.
He finished his drink as well and set it down hard on the bar. "I like that idea," he said. "Maybe you're
right about Rita. And I know I'm in no condition to be with her now ... not with her being as hysterical as
she was."
"Fine. You know where I live. I'll follow you ... you follow me ... I'm sure Raj would like to meet you."
Ankush dropped a five dollar bill onto the bar and walked out behind the lovely woman, delighting in the
way her hips swayed back and forth.
Behind the bar, the tender rubbed a glass clean, shaking his head as though he couldn't figure out what
the trick was going on. A classy woman like that taking another man home to meet her husband? That
didn't make any sense at all. Still, she acted as though she knew what she was doing. He sighed and
brought another round of beer to the men at the table, his only other customers.
* * *
At his home, Raj Narang finished the drink he had mixed for himself while Deepa had been looking out the
window. According to the phone call Deepa had given him, she was going to bring that superjock to his
house. He gave her enough time to get everything squared away, and then wrote a little note. It was
more for Ankush's benefit than for Deepa's. The college super-star would never believe her if she merely
told him that he would be away, but him seeing the note would set his mind at ease.
Then he slipped into his own coat and ran through several things in his mind, trying to think of what
excuse he could give to Rita for stopping in and seeing her. Deciding on the old friendly neighbor bit, he
locked his door and walked the short distance to the Kapoor house. His timing had been perfect, though
he couldn't have expected less. As he pressed the doorbell, he could see a double set of headlights
coming down the street, slowly because of the ice.
Rita opened the door, looking at Raj as though he were a door-to-door salesman.
"Yes?" she said in a sort of tired voice.
"Good evening, Mrs. Kapoor," Raj said, looking around to see that the two cars were getting closer to
his house. "My name is Raj Narang. I live a couple of doors down, and I thought I would be a good
neighbor and say hello."
He could see that Rita was upset over something, probably the very thing that had caused Ankush to run
out of the house like he had, and Raj thought that she might not want to be with anyone. That would be
really bad. Already he could feel his cock starting to spasm, and to have it not taken care of by the
lovely woman ...
"Please ... come in," Rita said formally as she stepped to one side, holding the door open. Raj walked
past her, inwardly gloating. Both he and Deepa had connected! Now all that remained was for he and his
wife to make the best use of their talents.
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