Fantasy Shanti's Tryst with Adventures by shanti2010-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shanti's Tryst with Adventures Ch. 03

Ratan stood in front of the full length mirror in the living room of the suite adjusting his tie. He ran his hands through his tousled hair in an attempt to smooth out the tangled mess. "I sure as hell wish I could get into the Toilet!" he called over his shoulder to Rani, who was still lying naked on the sofa. "I have to get back to the office for an appointment."

Rani smiled and looked up at Ratan. "Relax, honey. You can fix yourself up in the men's room downstairs in the lobby."

"But why," Ratan asked, "would the bathroom be locked?"

"Oh, who knows?" Ram probably has something in there he doesn't want anyone to see..."

Ratan took one last inspective look in the mirror, checking for any obvious signs of his afternoon of sex and turned back to Rani. But before he could get his mouth open to speak, Rani was up from the sofa and pressing her warm, naked body against his suit. Her mouth reached up for his, pulling his head down to hers. She kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue deep into his throat.

"You're quite a man," she sighed, tracing a trail with her tongue from his mouth to his left ear. "I am quite a man."

"I do my best..." Ratan answered, trying to be nonchalant.

"And I get better as I go along."

Rani threw her head back, her long hair billowing out behind her, and laughed. "I bet you do."

Ratan's hand fell down to the still hot damp between her legs and sent one finger up into her well-stretched pussy.

"OOoooohhh..." Rani cooed at the unexpected intrusion. "I thought you were in such a hurry to get to the office." And grabbing his wrist with both hands, she held his hand steady while she slid back and forth on his probing index finger.

"Oh, yesss ... yesss," she hissed, her passion reigniting.

She was ready for more.

"Sorry, baby," Ratan said, freeing his inserted finger from her grasp. "But this man's got work to do. Not that I wouldn't rather be here, but that's life."

"Well," Rani answered. "Since we'll be seeing a lot more of each other..."

"What makes you so sure of that?" he interrupted her.

"After all, you will be handling Venkat Products, won't you? And, I mean, I am Mrs. Ram Saran!"

"I thought that decision was yet to be made by your husband. I understand I'm not the only candidate in the running!"

Rani reached out and squeezed the bulge in his pants.

"As far as I'm concerned, you are!" she said, fondling his growing tool. "Now get going, before I can no longer control myself."

Ratan walked across the room to the door, picking up his coat from the chair on the way. "Shall I call you?" he asked, turning to stare at her firm, ripe body once more.

"Don't bother," she replied. "I'll call you."

No more than five seconds after Ratan had closed the door behind him, the door to the bedroom swung open and Ram stepped out into the living room. Rani spun around to face him and, seeing it was her husband, burst into gales of uncontrollable laughter.

"Oh, nooo..." she laughed. "You mean to tell me that you were in there all this time! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. You dirty old bastard! You mean you listened while another man fucked the stuffing out of your wife. You must have had a hard-on the size of a silo! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

Ram grabbed Rani in his arms and crushed her body to his.

"You horny little bitch!" he said, his laughter mixing with hers. "You just couldn't wait to get into that young stud's pants, could you? What is the matter? I'm not giving you enough at home?" The two of them rocked back and forth in laughter, barely able to stand in an upright position, and finally, they fell into a playful heap on the sofa.

Listen," Rani managed to say through her laughter. "I'm not the only one. I saw the way you were ogling that little snip of a wife of his last night. I'm surprised I didn't find you in here with her. What's wrong? Losing your touch?"

"Not at all, my dear, not at all, Wait right here. I have a little ... no, make that a big surprise for you!"

Rani stretched back on the sofa, letting her hands fall on her moist, open pussy, giving herself a soft massage. "Mmmm ...!" she sighed, knowing that Ram would be back in a few seconds with a raging hard-on and she could continue her afternoon of sex.

But Rani was not at all prepared for his surprise.

"Ta Thaaaa!" Ram's voice imitated a heralding trumpet. "Ta, ta, ta, taaa!"

Rani looked up from her reclining position and there, standing before her, was Shanti. Ram stood directly behind her, his hands around her chest, resting on the heaving twin mounds of her breasts.

"Why you old son of a bitch Ram you got this slut- Tamil Iyer!" Rani yelled at Ram. "What is this poor bitch going to think of me?" she asked sarcastically.

Shanti was mortified. How had this happened to her? She tried not to think of anything. Her eyes remained closed as she heard their voices trading wise remarks and then breaking into raucous laughter once more. How could anyone be so crude? She tried to twist away, but Ram's hands were working on her breasts and she could not stop the continuous waves of pleasure that coursed through her loins.

"Oh, God," she moaned softly. "Oh, God!"

Both Ram and Rani mistook her cry for help as a sign of her interest and began to take full advantage of the situation. Rani got up from the sofa and walked over to where Shanti and Ram stood.

"I'll have to admit," she said to Ram, looking Shanti up and down with an appraising eye, "she's as good a catch as her husband. I trust you've shown the young lady a good time?"

"She is the best!" Ram answered. "Would you expect anything else from me?"

Shanti's body stiffened as she felt another pair of hands begin searching out her body. Oh no, she thought. They wouldn't. They couldn't. This is a civilized society. Things like this just don't happen. But suddenly Rani's hands reached under her salwar and traveled up the length of her long thighs, not stopping until they reached her abused pussy.

"Why, Ram!" Rani cried out in mock concern. "This young lady hasn't any panties on. What have you been doing to her?"

Shanti opened her eyes slowly. As she bent her head down, she saw first Ram's hands still kneading her breasts and just below that, the top of Rani's head, her arms were hidden beneath the folds of her skirt.

Shanti's reeling mind tried to find a way out of this obscene predicament but she knew there was no answer. A word from either of them and her marriage was ruined. And her marriage was all she had, bad as it as; she had to hold onto it at any cost. And right now, the price was total submission to the depraved demands these two were making on her. And with one great sigh, Shanti forced her tense body to relax.

Ram's hands stopped their attack on Shanti's breasts and slowly went around to her back, unfastening the catch at the top and in agonizing slowness, pulled the zipper as far down as it would go. His nimble fingers quickly released the clasp at the back of her bra and he slipped it out the back of her dress. The top of her dress fell down to her waist and Rani, still kneeling pulled the rumpled garment down to Shanti's bare feet.

"My," Rani purred. "She is a beauty, isn't she?"

Ram lifted Shanti up from the floor so that Rani could throw her dress across the room and take her high heels off, throwing them in the same direction. Shanti now stood completely naked before their lustful gazes. Her voluptuous dusky body glistened in the artificial light of the large room ... beads of nervous perspiration popped out all over her skin. Her figure was perfect. The rib lines above the waist where the skin pulled under the bulge of her breasts. The navel with the thin line of down ran down like a pointer to the sleek curls of black hair against which the tops of thighs pressed in an unsuccessful effort of concealment. She was all breasts, hips, and thighs, ready to be loved ... and Rani could hardly wait.

Rani turned Shanti around and gently pushed her into the bedroom. "Onto the bed, dear," she said quietly. "And open your legs wide. I want to see how big you've been stretched by my Ram's cock."

"More than that, dear," Rani ordered softly. "More than that!"

Shanti sobbed, her eyes clenched tightly shut and helplessly spread her legs as far apart as was humanly possible, trying somehow to get this over with as fast as possible.

"Don't cry, my dear," Rani said. "It's not as though I were going to ram a huge, vile prick inside you!"

Ram laughed coarsely.

"Don't you wish you had one to do it with," he jibed at Rani. "Don't you wish!"

"Why, Ram ... you may be giving Shanti the wrong idea. I only occasionally dabble in these things. Generally I am strictly interested in the stronger sex. You know that."

Shanti felt herself get dizzy again. It was unbelievable. The mere thought of being touched by another woman was enough to make her skin get goose pimples she had fucked her own sister Chitra, but here she was in a different situation she did not like this lady, lying naked with this perverted, fiendish woman. It was all so perfectly awful.

She was going to have to submit to the disgusting indignities that this deranged couple was going to inflict upon her. It was not enough that she had already been through so much with Ram, and had also been forced to listen while her husband made love to Rani. No. That wasn't enough. The fates had more in store for her. She wondered what she had ever done to deserve being in such a position.