Collection of Small stories

[Zigspr]

To be clear, nobody in the office called me Mr. Williams, but there was something sexy about her calling me that.

"I can feel every bit of your pussy, it's perfect for me." I wasn't lying.

She leaned forward, lifting her ass and my dick slipped out of her, making much less noise now, her hand was back on my dick, and then I felt the condom pulling off.

"Now... you'll feel every bit of me." She said, and held my dick, pulling it back to her pussy where she happily settled down on it.

"Don't shoot inside of me." She said as she put her hands on my chest, and began fucking me.

"I've dreamt of doing this with you, all of those dreams don't compare to how you actually feel. I'm not sure I can wait till next Last Friday to do this with you again." I said, then pulled her down and we kissed again.

My hand wrapped around her waist and we began fucking each other. Like this, it was difficult not to just empty my nuts into her furnace. But all I had to do was think of her asshole husband, and it was like the stars granted me limitless stamina.

We switched back to missionary, and she began softly asking "Fuck me... fuck me.."

There were plenty of things racing through my head, I wondered if she normally spoke while having sex, I wondered if she was holding back with me, or if this was as wild as she ever got, none of it really mattered because what she was giving was plenty for me.

"Fuck me till you know you're about to shoot, then shoot on me." She asked.

I was happy to comply.

A bit later, I felt the familiar tingling from that mysterious place behind my balls, and I let her know that I was going to cum.

"Shoot it on me." she repeated.

I pulled out, sadly, and jerking a few times, sending multiple jets of cum into her pubic hair and some setting into her belly-button.

We stayed like that for a while, looking at each other.

~

"Promise me you won't feel anything but good about what we just did Anushka, I'd hate for you to regret this, and I meant what I said, it's going to be impossible to wait till next Last Friday to do this with you again."

I suppose I was making some assumptions, but I needed to let her know that I wanted ot continue seeing her.

"You want us to keep doing this? Even after, are you sure?"

"I'm very sure, only a dead man wouldn't want to keep doing this with you."

Her fingers went to her hairy pussy, and rubbed my cum around, I quietly hoped she's scoop it up, and feed it to herself, but that wasn't happening tonight.

"Praskash has a deployment next week, Tuesday. He comes home from work, and then is back in the office at 9, most times he's not back till after 1 in nthe morning."

"Come to my house Tuesday night then."

"Can I?"

"I'd be upset if you didnt."

"Am I a bad woman? Truly?"

"You're a beautiful, sexy woman."

"You're embarassing me."

"I want you to feel like you can let yourself go, let yourself go completely when you're wife with me Anushka. I want all of you, not just the safe parts."

"We just had sex Mr Williams, I think that counts for letting myself go."

"I felt like you were holding back."

"We're taught to behave a certain way."

"Forget all of that, I want all of you."

Anushka nodded, but said nothing.

"Let me wash you in the shower." I said, checking the time. It would have been great to spend the night with her, but her asshole husband was probably expecting her home before much longer.

She became more playful, and laughed more. I lathered her body, and gently cleaned her, her hard nipples pressed into my chest as we kissed as the hot water covered us and when my dick was hard, I lifted one of her legs, and she guided it back into her pussy. It was as perfect as it could have ever been. We stared into each other's eyes as we made love.

"You feel soo good in me." She said and her hand cupped my face. There was water everywhere, but I swore she was crying.

I started all of this, just to take an asshole's pussy, but that plan was gone and I had to deal with that.

No, this wasn't the best sex I'd ever had, I've been fortunate and have experienced some truly gifted, incredibly uninhibited women, but this was the frst time, of what I really hoped would be many times of making love with Anushka.

As we rocked against each other, she kept her hand on my face and her kisses felt like the most tender of my life. I felt the tingling return and I told her I was going to cum, she smiled and circled her other hand onto my ass and pulled me more tightly against her and I emptied myself into of her, each jet pulsing deep inside of her.

To ask me before this night, I would have grinned at the thought of putting a baby in this woman and then wishing to be a fly on the wall in the delivery room as her husband gawked at the baby that was clearly not his own.

But now, it just felt natural and besides she was obviously on birth control.

~

Tuesday came, and Anushka showed up at my house just before 9:00pm. It felt different, even better now, she started by asking if she could suck my dick, but not in as vulgar a way, she was shy, even though we'd fucked previously.

She kissed, licked and sucked my dick and when she was satisfied with her work, she straddled me and slipped my dick back into her pussy. Once again, no condom. Once again, I came inside of her, and as an afterthought, I reassured her 'I'm clean, never had anything.'

She just smiled and nodded.

I came in her once more that night, and the entire time I never gave her husband a single thought.

When she left a bit before midnight, I wished she could have stayed. It wasn't just the sex, the sex was nice, but there was a lot more to her, and I know it's messed up, but I had started falling for her.

She called me that Saturday, and told me that her husband was out playing cricket with friends, and would be gone for at least three hours. I had just stepped into the grocery store and turned right back around, telling her I'd meet her at my place.

We made love that day, and she had opened up a bit more, even talking a bit dirty.

'I love how you fuck me.' and 'Your dick feels perfect in my pussy, keep fucking me.'

We weren't fucking, this was slower, gentler, but still quite physical. I stopped warning her that I was about to cum, and she did't complain, besides I'm sure she knew, I know I make some noise just before I nut.

Afterward, she cleaned up in the bathroom, and when she stepped out, to see me laying there naked on the bed, she complained that she wished she could spend more time with me, and that she wished she could spend the night, then wished that Prakash would move back to India.

'So I could have you all to myself Anushka.'

I could see that she wanted to say yes, but all she could manage was a trembling lip, and I pained smile.

I wished that Prakash would move back to India as well.

"Anytime, I don't care what I'm doing, anytime you want to spend time together, and I don't mean just to have sex, or to 'fuck' as you liked to say today, call me. I'll always stop what I'm doing to spend time with you, I mean that."

"If I just wanted to talk? Not only to have sex?"

"Anytime, like I said." I answered her with a smile.

"I can't imagine us spending time and not having sex though."

"I'll never pass an opportunity to be with you like this, but I mean it, just tot talk, have a coffe, go for a walk, whatever you like, anytime, like I said."

She stared at me for what seemed like an hour, and then found her purse and pulled her phone out, calling her husband.

"I'm shopping, I'll be home around 7:00pm, alright." She hung up and looked at me, then let out a long breath and said "I'd like to talk."

"Give me a minute, I'll get dressed." I said and was up and into the bathroom.

~

"This is very difficult for me." She said, then her eyebrows furrowed, and she continued. "It's different in my country, I met Parakash one time before we were engaged, our parents arranged it all. This is very common in India. We don't fall in love and then get married, we marry, and then fall in love. I've tried, but Prakash acts sometimes like a child. I've tried very hard to love him, but I don't. I've said it, I dont." She shook her head side to side, and then tears began falling.

I got up, pulled her to her feel and pulled her into a big hug.

"This life isn't a fair one." She muttered.

"None of them are." I told her.

"I feel horrible, wishing he'd go back to India, but I wish he would. I wish he'd tell me he doesnt love me, I wish I could have another chance at love."

Love was a tricky word for me, I'd been burned more than once. The gruff exterior did a good job of hiding the sometimes too sensitive interior. But could I love her? Yes, definitely.

"What can I do to make you feel better, what can I do right now, in this moment, to help?"

"You're doing it." She said, and hugged me more tightly.

~

The following weekend Anushka called again, seeing her name on my phone immediately improved my mood. I was sitting at home watching college ball and so if she wanted to come by, I'd tell her she could start driving.

"Cal, can I come by, to talk?"

"I'm home, come by anytime." I said.

Twenty minutes later she knocked on the door, and I could tell that she'd been crying.

"We had a bad argument." She began, I quickly imagined calling some of the fellas from back where I grew up to pay the racist asshole a visit.

"Did he put his hands on you?" I asked, and hated that my voice was shaky as I spoke. I hated it more that it was in that moment that I realized how I felt about her, how I really felt.

"No, he gets really angry sometimes, throwing things, but he's never hurt me."

"It's hurting you that he's angry, and throwing things. It doesn't take physical pain to hurt someone."

"He's upset with work, he can't do some of the things they're asking of him and people are questioning his abilities. He's embarrassed and he's taking it out on me, he doesn't talk to anyone at work, he has no friends, so I listen and if I don't have the right answers to make him feel better, he gets angry with me."

"You said you don't love him, you said you tried, but you don't."

"I don't, I don't hate him, but marriage should have love!"

"Leave him."

"I'm alone here then."

"You wouldn't have to be."

"But.. Is that what you want?"

"I wasn't sure, but I am now."

"Truly?"

"Truly Anushka."

"I'm so confused."

"Stay, we can go back to your house, pack your clothes, take your time, figure out what's best for you. I promise, your husband won't cause any problems if I'm there."

"If he saw you with me, if he knew that we've been together, I'm afraid of what he'd do."

"I'm not, he's a racist asshole, and I've dealt with plenty like him over the years, most are all bark, and no bite. One look at him, and I know he's all bark, unless you count yelling at woman and throwing things."

"Maybe just for a few days, if I could stay? Just so I could think?"

I took her arms in my hands and looked into her eyes "You never have to leave, if you want, this can be your home. Of course, we won't have a maid, or a driver, but I think we'll be alright." I chuckled.

She smiled, and giggled a bit at my joke, and then said that she didn't understand me, and imagined she never would.

"Are we so different?"

"I wish your parents would have called my parents."

"If you'd like, I'll have my Mother make a call tomorrow, I couldn't honestly tell you were my Father is, I've never met him."

The tears came streaming down her face, and by the time I let her pull herself off of me, my shirt was a mess of tears and snot, I couldnt have cared less.

She decided to go back to her house, and tell her asshole husband that she needed a few days to think about everything, and he made the fatal mistake of telling her to take as much time to think as she needed, and that this was a big country to not have any friends in.

But Anushka had friends. She got along well with her co-workers, and hse definitely got along well with me.

The bag she had packed lasted a few days, and then when she returned to where she used to live, she brought back several more. She said that Prakash had been parading through their home, telling her that a pretty woman who worked at one of the local Indian restaurants had been smiling at him, now that she had left, and he still needed to eat. He imagined she was just waiting for a successful professional man to ask her out. When she told me the story, and how she told him that he had complained to her many times that he wasn't able to complete many of his tasks at work, and she wondered if that still amounted to him being a 'successful professional.' he stopped talking, and walked out.

After a month, we hired a moving company to collect up her remaining items. She filed the paperwork for a divorce, and it was surprisingly easy. I had imagined that they'd both have to return to India but the divorce happened the same way a married couple from the US would divorce.

It took a while, but that was to be expected, in the meantime we lived happily, and Anushka slowly became more and more open. Sex was only getting better, and we were having a lot of sex. When the divorce was finalized, we became engaged, and a month later we had a small, private marriage that her parents were unfortunately unable to attend, however we made sure to record the ceremony, and sent it to them.

Soon after we were married, Anushka announced that she was pregnant, and that changed my world. I realized that she was exactly what I had needed in my life, and had never before realized it. Our son was born healthy and almost two years later his little sister arrived.

What about Prakash? He ended up getting fired and was then placed at a different company where he lasted less than a month. Neither of us know where he is nowadays, and neither of us care.