02-01-2019, 11:49 AM
I checked my watch. It read 2.30, Today Kajol had to go to the University where she was enrolled in a doctoral program. Her affinity for academics suited me fine, as I didn’t want her to get a job. I was earning enough for more than both of us and so had enthusiastically supported her ideas of pursuing higher studies. But what had surprised me was the zeal and seriousness that she had displayed.
“Ramesh, I need that doctoral degree”, she had said. We were lying on the bed facing each other.
I could understand her underlying insecurities. Her father had died when she was a kid and her mother had to put in immense effort to see her and her brother get an education. Although, my bro-in-law was well settled now in the IT sector in Bangalore and Mummy stayed with him there; and the poverty of the yesteryears were a far-off memory; still her demons refused to go away. She wasn’t cut out for any industry and academics had seemed to be the only gateway to a lifelong security.
“Sure, Kajo, sure”, I stroked her hair. “Anything that you want.”
After a moment my hands had moved to her lovely boobs. “But in return you must promise to serve me breakfast topless” I said this in a grave voice.
“Kddkk”. An instant later her left hand had connected with my cheek. Next thing, I knew, she had pushed me flat and climbed over me and started pounding my chest.
“Besharam, besharam, besharam. Biwi se ye behuda mazaak.”
Eventually, I controlled my laughter and held her tightly to deliver a long smooch. Then nature took over and clothes fell apart and she positioned herself adroitly on my pole and started fucking me like a possessed woman. We came together roughly at the same time and she collapsed on my chest, totally spent.
After we had regained our breath, very tenderly, she had raised her face and kissed me on the forehead and pinched my nose.
“Tu apne ko jo samjhna hai samajh aur jisko thokna hai thok. But never forget that I am the boss in this house.” She said that with all the mock seriousness that she could muster.
“Yes boss!”, I said and we laughed together.
Although, several times we had tried the missionary position and I had also fucked her from the behind and we also climaxed together; it became increasingly clear that she preferred the woman-on-top position. It was that same feeling of insecurity that refused to go away from her. She wanted to be in control.
The watch read 3.45 now. I knew, she would be on her way back home and so called her number.
“Kajo. There is a surprise for today.”
“What?”
“We have a guest tonight.”
“Who?”
“Guess who?”
“Paheli mat badhao, saaf saaf batao kaun aa raha hai.”
“Wohi, tumhara aashiq.”
“Kiske baat kar rahe ho?”
“Riz, Rizwan yaar.”
“Oho, wo. Accha hua. Aakhir shakal se dekhne milega pehli baar.”
“Sun yaar, wo bata raha tha takripan 8 baje pahunchega. Kuch acchi dishes bana dena ya bahar se order kar lenge?”
“Uski fikar mat karma. Mein sambhal lungi.”
Though Riz and Kajo had spoken to each other a couple of times (and he had flirted with her so outrageously for her to take any offense), they were yet to meet face to face for the first time today. I was sure, that she would like him much more in person, I as did.
“Ramesh, I need that doctoral degree”, she had said. We were lying on the bed facing each other.
I could understand her underlying insecurities. Her father had died when she was a kid and her mother had to put in immense effort to see her and her brother get an education. Although, my bro-in-law was well settled now in the IT sector in Bangalore and Mummy stayed with him there; and the poverty of the yesteryears were a far-off memory; still her demons refused to go away. She wasn’t cut out for any industry and academics had seemed to be the only gateway to a lifelong security.
“Sure, Kajo, sure”, I stroked her hair. “Anything that you want.”
After a moment my hands had moved to her lovely boobs. “But in return you must promise to serve me breakfast topless” I said this in a grave voice.
“Kddkk”. An instant later her left hand had connected with my cheek. Next thing, I knew, she had pushed me flat and climbed over me and started pounding my chest.
“Besharam, besharam, besharam. Biwi se ye behuda mazaak.”
Eventually, I controlled my laughter and held her tightly to deliver a long smooch. Then nature took over and clothes fell apart and she positioned herself adroitly on my pole and started fucking me like a possessed woman. We came together roughly at the same time and she collapsed on my chest, totally spent.
After we had regained our breath, very tenderly, she had raised her face and kissed me on the forehead and pinched my nose.
“Tu apne ko jo samjhna hai samajh aur jisko thokna hai thok. But never forget that I am the boss in this house.” She said that with all the mock seriousness that she could muster.
“Yes boss!”, I said and we laughed together.
Although, several times we had tried the missionary position and I had also fucked her from the behind and we also climaxed together; it became increasingly clear that she preferred the woman-on-top position. It was that same feeling of insecurity that refused to go away from her. She wanted to be in control.
The watch read 3.45 now. I knew, she would be on her way back home and so called her number.
“Kajo. There is a surprise for today.”
“What?”
“We have a guest tonight.”
“Who?”
“Guess who?”
“Paheli mat badhao, saaf saaf batao kaun aa raha hai.”
“Wohi, tumhara aashiq.”
“Kiske baat kar rahe ho?”
“Riz, Rizwan yaar.”
“Oho, wo. Accha hua. Aakhir shakal se dekhne milega pehli baar.”
“Sun yaar, wo bata raha tha takripan 8 baje pahunchega. Kuch acchi dishes bana dena ya bahar se order kar lenge?”
“Uski fikar mat karma. Mein sambhal lungi.”
Though Riz and Kajo had spoken to each other a couple of times (and he had flirted with her so outrageously for her to take any offense), they were yet to meet face to face for the first time today. I was sure, that she would like him much more in person, I as did.
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