Adultery He was with me

[Tajkundan]

He was with me part 11 .2


"Wait!"

"Aw shit!" Floyd said, withdrawing his hands. "I am sorry. Did I go too far? I am stupid. It's just that, well, I'm high and I was like...I dunno...go for it."

I didn't say anything. Floyd had a sincerely guilty look on his face, and he couldn't even look me in the eye. He was red-faced with shame.

"Maybe I should just go." Floyd said and started moving towards the door.

"No! Wait!" I said, jumping in his path. I tried to think hard about how to stall him without going any further. Nothing was coming to mind, when it finally did. "Just wait here. Don't go anywhere. I just..... need to use the bathroom!"

"Huh?" he said, that moronic look of confusion reappearing on his face.

"I need to use the bathroom. But promise me you'll stay here. Don't go downstairs, OK?"

"Okay."

I went to the bathroom, shut the door behind me and heaved a sigh of relief. Then I called up Jacob's cellphone, and when he answered, whispered,

"Jacob!!! Are you done??"

"No. We got the body in the car and all the other stuff. We're just trying to figure out this camera system." he said.

"How long will it be? I don't know how much more I can stall him here." I whispered.

"I don't know. Maybe another 10 minutes or so. Look, I'll call you when we're done. Just do your best." he said and hung up.

I stood in the bathroom, and glanced in the mirror. What had I become? How had I let this happen? Just a few days back, I was a perfectly respectable and faithful wife in a loving marriage with the perfect husband. And here I was, barely dressed, in the bathroom of a cheap motel, trying to stall a 19-year-old with an erection by kissing him, while a big black guy I had made out with, disposed the body of an old man who had stripped me naked and felt me up and made me suck his dick.

And yet, even as I felt the expected pangs of regret and self-loathing, I could not deny one thing. This whole experience had made me feel alive in a way I never had. I had led a very staid and conventional life, going from my parents' house to my husband's house. Virgin on wedding night. And living the typical middle class Indian life with the middle class Indian sensibility, even for a while after coming to America.

These incidents, as ghastly and dangerous as they were....I mean I killed a man for god's sake...a man who had blackmailed me into having sex with him....these incidents still fed and stroked a side of me I never knew existed. The rush of all this, the wrongness of it all, made me feel like I was a heroine in some drama thriller. And my being in a state of partial undress for such a long time, first in front of Jacob when I was dressed in two motel towels, and now this nerdy kid, just a t-shirt and a bra, made me feel more turned on than any roleplay with kabir ever had. And yet, something was missing.

"Key run, you okay?" I heard Floyd's voice say. Key run? Oh yes, my fake name.

"Yes, I'll be out in a second." I said, still staring at the stranger in the mirror who seemed have fire in her eyes. The stranger said something to me very silently. And I nodded. And opened the door.

"Listen, I really should go now. Been here too long." Floyd said nervously. I noticed his erection had subsided.

"Are you sure?" I said, poking him in the chest, and walking past him towards the bed.

"Well, I mean. Gee, I'd love nothing more than to kiss you. but the front desk.."

Floyd froze mid-sentence. As he was talking, I had casually, but in one smooth motion, pulled up Jacob's t-shirt and taken it off. My back was towards him, so I am sure that gave him a great view of my naked ass as I came to a stop near the bed. As I turned around and saw the look of sheer hungry helplessness in his eyes, any qualms I had left about what I was doing vanished from my head. It felt intoxicating, having this kind of power over a man whose last name I didn't even know. I smiled at the way his mouth was wide open, and his eyes looked like they had seen a ghost...a rather attractive ghost.

Enjoying the rush I felt with the power, I put my right hand behind my back, and unclasped my bra. I let it hang on my arms for a few seconds, relishing the anticipation in Floyd's eyes, and then finally let it drop to the ground. And there I stood, as naked as I could be. Naked in the way only my husband had seen me. Even after all these events, it was not the imposing and alluring Jacob or the dominant and merciless Pareshbhai who got to see me completely naked, without a thread on my neck, but this skinny 19 year old, no taller than me, with the nervousness of someone younger than his age.

Floyd and I stood there, looking at each other purposefully, like Clint Eastwood and his adversaries in spaghetti Westerns. Him gawking, with his mouth open for so long, I expected spit to start dribbling out any second. And me, fully naked, feeling as if I had shed not just my clothes, but also a disguise that my society and upbringing had put on me all my life, hiding who I really was, who I really should have been.

Finally the standoff ended in a rather odd manner. Floyd charged me, almost like a rugby player. In the blink of my eye, he had gone from staring at me open-mouthed, to rushing towards me with his shoulders crouched. He was a thin guy, but still, I felt the impact as his right shoulder hit me in the stomach and I flew, falling on my back on the bed, with him on top of me. I felt a mixture of amusement and arousal as Floyd attacked my body like a lovesick puppy who is teething.









It felt like he had eight hands and three mouths. In a fevered frenzy, he was grabbing and fondling, as well as licking and biting my lips, my cheeks, my shoulders, my boobs, my stomach, my thighs and my pussy. And while doing that, he had also managed to get all his clothes off. As Floyd continued his Flash-Gordon-ish appreciation of my naked body, I got over my initial surprise and started using my hands too.

He didn't really have much of a body. No muscles to speak of. If he lost a couple more pounds, his skeleton would be visible through his skin. But it did feel oddly satisfying, running my hands up and down his slender but masculine body. His erection had been poking against my thighs, my stomach, and occasionally against my pussy mound. So after caressing him all over his body, and a couple of attempts at cupping his flat non-existent buttocks, I reached under him and grabbed hold of his dick.

Not bad. Not bad at all. Easily seven inches at least, and girthwise above average. And of course, he too was circumcised, so I could feel the bulbous head of his penis with my fingers. My grabbing his dick brought Floyd to a stop. He stayed still on top of me as I held on to his dick with my hand and looked into his eyes. I could feel his warm, weed-ish breath against my face. I could see in his eyes, the kind of longing and hunger His lips quivered and he let out an almost doleful moan. The puppy analogy fit even better.

He put his left hand under my right knee and pulled it sideways. And I let him. He then slid a little lower, until his dick, which was still in my hand, was at the entrance of my tongue. And I helpfully guided it as he inserted his dick into my now-quite-wet cunt.

In one thrust, he slid all the way in, and I felt his pelvic bone thrust against my inner thighs. I let out a moan as he withdrew the whole length of his cock and rammed it in again. I wrapped both my arms around him and hugged him tight, his scrawny chest rubbing against my boobs, as he kept fucking me, at an increasing tempo.

He was not really much by the way of technique. How could he be? He was only a 19 old kid , and clearly did not look like someone who would be popular with girls in high college. So his "technique" consisted of just thrusting and grunting. Objectively speaking, not even a fraction as good as my husband kabir was. And yet, the newness of dick, the wrongness of letting a stranger willingly fuck me, and the unfamiliarity of this pimpled face that was kissing mine as we fucked, made it a more satisfying experience so far 

"Harder, you bastard!" I said, in a voice so raspy, I could not believe it came from my throat.

Floyd responded by putting both my legs on his shoulder, making my body curve into an acute angle, grabbed my boobs with both his hands, and started ploughing into me with everything he had got.

"Oh yes, like that. Fuck me like that. Fuck me like that." I said, running my fingers over his chest. "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

It didn't last as long as I would have expected or wanted. Floyd licked my toes, as he kept fucking me hard, and about a minute or later said,

"Oh fuck. I am about to cum. I am about to cum."

"Not inside me!" I said with a sense of urgency. "Please, not inside me."

Floyd, the good obedient boy that he had been that night, immediately took his dick out of my sopping cunt, and sat back on his knees. He started jerking off his dick with his hand. I immediately got on my hands and knees in front of him with my mouth wide open. That sight, of a naked Indian woman, on her hands and knees, her boobs brushing against the bed and her ass up in the air, her mouth wide open waiting for his cum, was too much for Floyd to take.

And he started cumming. First in a thick stream and then in spurts. Inside my mouth. I kept my mouth wide open as his semen kept hitting my tongue and my tonsils. Finally, with his fingers, he squeezed the last drop of his jizz into my mouth. Once that was done, I closed my mouth and swallowed his whole load, with a louder gulping sound that was necessary.

"Oh you're so awesome!" he said and pushed me to my side. He then rolled me on my stomach, and started licking and biting my ass. "Oh fuck, what an ass. I should've done you doggy style."

"Not puppy style?" I breathlessly joked.

But he ignored what I said and stayed focused on my ass. That's when my cellphone rang. Floyd's rugby style tackle had knocked it out of my hand and on the floor. I got on my hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed, and bent down to pick it up. Floyd has followed me like a puppy, and my bending down gave him an even clearer look at my ass, and he let out a groan of pleasure, and buried his nose in my ass-crack.

"Shush." I said, pushing him away as I picked up the phone. "I gotta take this."

I said, and heard him let out a sad whine as I jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom.

"Okay, all clear. Come down." Jacob said when I answered and hung up.

I walked out to see Floyd furiously stroking his dick, in a clear attempt to get it hard again. So he could fuck me again. But it was not responding. I almost felt bad at how eager he was. How genuinely thrilled he had been when having sex with me. Like it was some sort of a dream come true. And I guess it was. How often does a scantily clad woman walk up to a motel desk clerk, take him to a room, and seduce him? -- "Come back here, Kiran. I am getting it ready." he said, continuing to try and coax life into his dick. "Second time, I always last longer."

"Hehe, okay." I said, reaching for Jacob's oversized t-shirt and slipping it on. "You do that. I am just gonna go get some ice from the ice machine near the elevator."

"Ice? Why?" he asked, confused.

"Well, you know." I said, winking, and picking up the ice bucket from the table.

"Oh! OH! Ooooh!! You are a dream come true, Kiran." he said, and chuckled boyishly.

"Be back in a jiffy." I said, and walked out of the room, with my phone in one hand and the ice bucket in the other.

After taking a few steps, I put the ice bucket on the floor and pressed the down button on the elevator. Jacob was waiting for me in the lobby, still shirtless.

"Okay, we gotta get out of here fast. We took out the hard drive from the computer that was storing everything. Busted the cameras. We also checked the guest log software. Patel was smart enough to use a fake name. So there's no evidence that you were ever here." he said.

"And the body?" I asked.

"My buddies took it. They'll take care of it. They also took Patel's car. Now, we gotta get out of here as soon as we can."

Back in the car, Jacob gave me my purse and started driving.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"So here's what we do now. I am gonna drop your hope. You text your husband and say you got a headache so I dropped you home." Jacob said.

"Okay." I nodded.

"After I drop you off, I'll go back to the gas station. I'll think of some story to tell liya. Leave her to me."

"Okay." I nodded.

"And Sujatha , sooner or later, people are gonna realize Patel's missing. His family's gonna call us when he doesn't come home. We gotta come up with a story for that. I'll think of it and tell you tomorrow. It is important that you come to work tomorrow like nothing's happened."

"Okay." I said.

Jacob continued driving in silence. I looked at his fat shirtless body. Fat, but oh so appealing. By a big fat black knight in shining armor. I smiled as I kept staring at him. He kept his gaze on the road.

"Jacob."

"Hmmm?"

"Can we go near the gas station for a while first?"

"Why do you wanna go to the gas station? liya sees you in my t-shirt and me shirtless, she's gonna put two and two together and..."

"Not to the gas s
tation. Near the gas station. Where you and liya... you know..." I said, and blushed like a bride on her wedding night.

"Hmmm." Jacob said.



Sujatha knew she had accepted that she now belongs to not only the men she married "Kabir's  but also the suviour "Jacob " who helped her not accepting anything return from her with a such a horrible incident , 
She has falling for him but she already in madly in love with her husband kabir , can she allow this gorilla Jacob who now his hero of her life ???