Fantasy Shanti's Tryst with Adventures by shanti2010-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Oh, harder! Harder!" she gasped, as her heels beat a wild tattoo on his back. He thought he would go mad if he didn't soon spurt his hot, scalding cum deep into her sex-starved chasm. "Oh... oh... oh!" She was gasping for air now as she felt her orgasm drawing near. It was almost there... almost but not quite. Just a few more seconds... Ratan felt it happening deep in the pit of his belly. Quickly he threw his hands down beneath Shanti's knees and pulled her legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft cushions of her smooth, gyrating buttocks tilted against his thighs and his cock slipped even further down into the slanted shaft of her pussy. Those few extra centimeters were enough to do it for him and with a cry of abandon he let loose a stream of thick sperm that shot like a ram-jet straight up into her wildly contracting womb.

But it was much too soon for Shanti. She had felt herself climbing toward the peak, and then just before she reached it and the blessed orgasm she sought, Ratan reached his own climax. His body slumped on hers as she clung to him, still hoping against hope that she could still make it. But his rapidly deflating prick slowly slipped from the heat of her unsatisfied cunt, and try as she might, she could get no more pleasure from it.

Ratan's deep even breathing, heavy and moist against her shoulder, told her that he was sound asleep. She lay there silently for sometime, and then gently pushed his relaxed form to the side, managing to wriggle out from under his weight. She lay quietly beside him, trying to fight back the tears forming in her eyes at the great disappointment she felt. But finally she gave up the struggle and let the tiny pools of water flow silently down her cheeks. To have gone that long without making love... and now to have this happen and it was too much, she thought bitterly, tasting the saltiness of her tears at the corner of her mouth. Her heart still beat wildly in her chest, sending her blood rushing through her veins. Her entire organism was set in motion for a climax that had eluded her.

Ratan lay on his back beside Shanti, a light snore issuing from his slightly parted lips. Shanti moaned softly and pressed her legs softly together, creating an increased sensation in her tingling pussy. Gradually her hand found its way to the soft folds of flesh hidden beneath the moisture-matted tufts of pubic hair. Her finger searched out the protruding nub of her clitoris. She sighed as she felt the rush of air over the tender exposed surface. It sent a delightful feeling rushing through her; from her quivering mound it rushed up past her belly button and over the taut erections of her nipples. Pressure built in her ears as the tension mounted and her fingers moved agilely among the satiny tissues of her cunt.

Shanti was embarrassed at first by what she was doing, but then Ratan's breathing continued to come steadily beside her and she realized that there was not a chance in the world that he would wake up, even if she were to make a lot of noise. Even so, she kept her moans low and soft although the self-induced pleasure was acute and maddening.

But, something about the secrecy of what she was doing gave her an illicit thrill and made her experience an even greater enjoyment. Her breath came in jagged uneven spurts as her hand roamed the terrain of her hungry sex. Furiously her fingers worked the tormented flesh, creating ever new patterns of excitation. Over and up they traced... back and forth and sometime sliding down and inside the hot tunnel of her pussy. She groaned and twisted her body quickly from side to side, raising and lowering her hips to meet her fast moving fingers.

Her tongue licked the corner of her wide-open mouth as she sucked in her breath at a new peak of frenzy. On and on she went, until she could bear it no more, and suddenly her orgasm burst upon her like a dam breaking, flooding her with a torrent of shattering emotions, racking her body with ripping spasms of joy. Shanti's eyes brimmed once more with tears, but this time they were caused by the dizzying heights of her solitary pleasure.

She lay back, exhausted... her body satisfied at last... but as the sensation slowly ebbed away, a great sadness enveloped her, as once more Ratan's slow, even breathing reached her ears. She became upset once more that her pleasure had not come from her husband, but from her own hand.

"Damn it!" she said to herself angrily... "Damn!" She turned abruptly on her side, and after a short while fell into a deep but restless sleep.

A few days later as Ratan pulled into the Venkat's driveway, he surveyed the sumptuous grounds surrounding the Chirayu House. This was just the way he wanted to live. There was a fantastic view of the Bay from the house which was perched on the top of a sloping hill. Every light in the house was glittering brightly... the party was a big one. The sound of music and laughter drifted from the open terrace windows that gave on to the grounds.

"Now, remember," Ratan said to Shanti who sat quietly beside him. "Remember, this party could mean everything! Ram Saran is

Venkat Household Products and if I land this account I'll be able

to write my own ticket... "

"Yes, Ratan, you've told me. My memory isn't quite that short. We've been over this several times before!"

"Okay... I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly, that's all. It's got to be perfect." He brought the car to a stop, jumped out and went around to the other side to open the door for Shanti. Shanti noticed how handsome her husband looked in his suit. She was proud of him, but she was worried tonight. He had scarcely mentioned the way she looked, and she had gone out of her way to make herself especially beautiful for the party. He had looked her over, but more as though to see her through the eyes of the guests at the party, than through his own. She felt vaguely dissatisfied as they walked up to the house. A staff at the house let them in and they were greeted by Ram Saran who was standing with a small group of people near the door. Shanti noticed him right away, for he was a good head taller than most of the men present, and wore a dark burgundy-colored suit. There were waiters scurrying about through the many rooms of the house, and each room was filled with well-dressed, good-looking people. Ratan introduced Shanti to Ram Saran, who smiled and took her hand, hesitated a moment and then placed it to his lips. Shanti blushed a deep scarlet.

"Why, Ratan," Ram asked "why didn't you tell me you had such a gorgeous wife stashed away at home?"

Ratan smiled broadly and put his arms around her waist, letting his hand fall almost obscenely just below her left breast. "I like to keep her for special occasions!" he answered almost suggestively and then excused himself leaving Shanti on her own.

A short while later she found herself abandoned. Almost everyone at the party was a member of Venkat Household Products or of Venkat products. Shanti knew some of the wives on sight and she had been introduced to Rani Venkat, a stunning beauty in a kurti dress, but apparently Sheena and Venkat hadn't arrived, since she didn't see them anywhere in the vast crowd of people that kept steadily growing.

Shanti sipped her drink and soda and glanced about her. She was very impressed with the opulence of her surroundings. She had never before seen anything quite like it. The house itself was a small mansion built in the Tudor fashion with beautiful hand-carved doors and stained glass windows framed by window nooks in the old style. The main living room was immense, housing a large stone fireplace, large comfortable leather chairs and terrace doors opening onto a sloping lawn. A huge tapestry hung from the ceiling, and up on a small balcony a colorful mosaic depicted a pastoral scene. A suit of armor stood at the entrance-way, causing most of the guests to do a double-take as they entered the room.