An Evening in Paradise …
Today was the big day, the day when I was promoted to the post of Executive VP of HK Corp and to be in charge of the New York operations. It had been a hard grind to the top, especially in light of the situation of the global recession that had seen shrinking cash-flows as well as job losses in our operations world wide. The solitary exception was our NY operations, where I had been stationed. That had been due to a mixture of luck, pluck and grit – on my part.
I could sense the mild perfume that Preeti had put on. She was standing right beside me, more like a family member than a colleague and acknowledging the congratulations on my part. I cast my eyes around and found Kajol at a corner talking to Riz who was playing with our boy. Yes, Riz had come, said that he wouldn’t miss my promotion party for anything. And I was seeing him after a long three years. The way he had bonded with the boy was as if time had just rolled back and ever since he had arrived yesterday he and the boy were inseparable. Kajol stood and smiled at their antics. Clad in a saree, she looked every bit the traditional desi woman. Also, she had a fear of crowds. As soon as we arrived, she had shoved Preeti to my side and made way straight to Riz and the boy and to anonymity.
Drinks were flowing freely and I had started feeling lightheaded. Preeti had moved in closer and I was now more conscious of her perfume. We had been bed partners – that was some ten years back – and that had been that. There had never been a recurrence. But something about her, the bosom that had swelled – she being in the prime of womanhood, and her perfume – it was starting to have an effect. I felt the old familiar reaction in my loins, forgotten for long. My dick was beginning to rise.
“Ouch!” I cried as a sharp pain pinged my bum. I looked crossly at Preeti.
“New pinch”, Preeti smiled with all innocence.
I was flabbergasted. Only Preeti could casually pinch my bottom in a full cocktail meet where I was being felicitated. Only she could do that!
“What new pinch?”, I shouted at her and tried to move away to a safer distance.
“New Exec VP”, she said.
“Shut up”, I said and she stuck out her tongue at me.
Preeti was the one who had been once my former boss Rao’s sex doll, who had been forced to propose me to pimp out Kajol to that bastard as well, who I had lashed out and later she had cried on my shoulders to remove her from the forced hell she had been subject to. With Mr. Ching’s blessings and encouragement, both of us had left for HK Corp. During the difficult period of my divorce, we had lived together at New York. Afterwards, she had gone back to HQ Singapore and had climbed up the corporate ladder under the benevolent tutelage of Mr. Ching, who had now all but retired from active operations in H K Corp. She was the one, who had kept track of everything about Kajol and my son (which I didn’t know then) and had been instrumental in getting Kajol and me back again.
Whah! That’s a long story. There were the smooth parts and the messy ones as well…
Certain things had turned out easy, far easier than I had anticipated. After receiving Kajol’s call, I had dashed to Kolkata the following weekend to confront Riz about his job offer. He had been sullen all through when I had launched into a fierce tirade about neglecting his career. Our discussions had continued till after dinner when all of a sudden, he had picked up little Ramesh and carted off to his room and latched it from inside.
I was fuming at his behavior but there wasn’t anything to be done. I helped Kajol with the dishes and then both came to her room. Even after we had lain down, for there was nowhere else for me to go; my mind was in a whirlpool. How was I to convince this jackass friend of mine to agree to give up the burden of my family?
“I tried, Kajo”, I said to her in bed.
“I know”, she said in a little voice.
The next couple of days were pretty much the same. Riz wouldn’t budge and together with Kajol, I would try to think of some other way out. Finally one day, when he had left for office; Kajol came up behind me and spoke in almost a whisper.
“Ramesh, can you accept me back one more time?”
I tuned around. She was polishing a plate rather animatedly looking everywhere but in my direction. I was flummoxed. Never, could I remember ever seeing her in such a state.
“What?’, I blurted out.
The polishing became more animated. She appeared close to panic. It seemed to me that any moment and she could have a seizure.
“I mean llike, like mmarying me … me … and … and being a father … to … to little Ramesh.” Her almond shaped eyes had welled up.
“Of course, I would!, I said in exasperation, “How could I leave my son fatherless, you nitwit!”
She swayed and fell over me clutching my shirtfront and sliding down to the ground. She put her arms right around my legs and started sobbing …
“I have brought so much … so much … misery to your life … and to Rizu … what a wretch … you were so right … wish, I had told the truth about the boy …
I dropped down to the floor and took her in my arms. Her chest was heaving and she started to recount all her follies despite all my attempts to calm her down. The tears were flowing freely and I let her have her say … the floodgates of all the pent up feelings was open.
Much later, when she had calmed down, I timidly put up the question.
“What about Riz yaar, aren’t we being selfish towards him?”
“I have been thinking about that too”, she spoke evenly, “but little Ramesh is a kid. He will get over him in time … and of course … Rizu will always remain the loving uncle that he is…”
I looked away. It wasn’t the perfect arrangement, but then, when did life give me a 10 out of 10!
When Riz returned in the evening; Kajol asked me to keep an eye on the boy who was playing in a corner with the monster truck I had got him.
“Can I have a word with Rizu?”, she asked with some anxiety in her voice.
I chuckled and winked at her, “You need nobody’s permission to talk to your legally wedded husband.”
She gave a small smile and vanished into his room. I heard her locking the door from inside.
They were closeted for some quarter of an hour. I heard the door open and Riz came charging inside. He pounced on me and started pummeling me with the sweetest of blows that took us right to our childhood days – all the while hurling the choicest abuses. I tried to fend myself the best dreading what was to come next. I wasn’t wrong, for all at once he fell on me and started crying out aloud…
“Ssale, it took you so long to do the right thing … …. And bloody dog shit, … you thought I would mind it … fuck you asshole … the boy’s future means everything to me … doesn’t he deserve a father like you … or … maybe not …”, he collapsed on me panting from the effort.
Surreptitiously, I cast a look at the boy’s corner and was relieved to find that Kajol had removed him from the scene …
The rest was a matter of procedure. One marriage was annulled and another took place. Riz flew to Qatar where he had got his new job. Kajol and little Ramesh traveled to New York with me….
If you don’t know already, that was the easy part!
After a couple of months of frenzied preparations that included marriage registration, visa vetting, travel to the US, hunting for a proper accommodation in a suitable neighborhood around NY, getting Ramesh admitted to the prep college, buying the furniture, curtains and what not – well you know what it is like – I was physically and mentally drained. Although, there was no let up in the office work; I forced myself to a holiday. Together we traveled to a retreat on Long Island. After a day of sightseeing, we had a very quiet dinner – Kajo was delighted by the jazz players who put out some romantic numbers – and when I invited her to a waltz, she did so and enjoyed it very much. Back in the room, after putting junior to bed, we changed into pajamas and jumped on the plush bed. Both of us were fairly buzzed from all those drinks we had taken earlier.
I pulled her towards me and she gave a shy smile. I laughed at her coyness. Although we hadn’t been intimate even after the second time marriage, hell – she was my Kajo of years back. In my arms, I smelled her hair and kissed her face, her neck. She moaned. My hands traveled inside her nightshirt, fondling those familiar boobs while I latched on my lips on hers. We kissed for a very long time and the clothes came off periodically. I feasted on the sensation of her naked body rubbing against mine. My dong had gotten pretty hard. Instinctively, I climbed over her and pushed it inside her…
She froze. Her eyes became wild. Before, I could understand anything; she had started to rock her head from side to side while her arms and legs thrashed about …
“Kajo, Kajo – it’s me - what’s the matter?”, I said pulling out to the side.
She didn’t speak. Nor was it necessary. I knew that she was reacting to a bang rather than our love making.
After she had calmed down, I held her tight, while she sobbed softly. She attempted to speak but I shushed her and kissed her head instead. After she had fallen asleep, I went out of the room and got a pack of Marlboros from the dispenser and started smoking …
Later on she was very contrite, said sorry repeatedly and cried incessantly. I comforted her; told her that it wasn’t her fault and that time would take care of it. We agreed on that – both lying to the other – when the same sequence repeated a couple of times later – we knew that it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Life had given us a second chance alright – but with this price tag attached. The bright spot was the little one … I could never have thought that I could derive so much pleasure from anyone … every moment spent with him was a trip to the wonderland.
I had buried myself in my work and Kajol took to bringing up the child. Yes, of course, we had been to counseling but that hadn’t worked out either. Outwardly, we were the example of perfect family who had made it out in the US. In reality, we had implicitly compromised on a sexless marriage with the sole goal of bringing up our child. I sought out relief through jacking off – each night before bed – for I could never think of seeking sex outside. Kajol must have known about my delayed stays in the attached bathroom, but she never brought that up…
The liveried waitress held out a tray full of champagne glasses and I pulled myself to the present. In the distance, I could see Riz playing with the boy.
And then it was time to leave. All five us trouped into the hired stretch limo and Riz and little Ramesh continued their antics inside. Riz had taught him how to scrunch bits of napkin paper into tiny balls which they threw at Kajol and Preeti relentlessly. I felt a heavy nostalgia. It was almost like being back at India and how carefree we had all been then …
I must have been careless with the bathroom lock for I was caught with my dick in hand – literally. Back home, Riz had immediately trundled off with the boy to his bedroom and Preeti retired to the other guest room. I had changed into a towel and had hurried to the attached bathroom for some urgent release from the sexual tension that had built up during the evening.
“Kajo”, I cried alarmed as the bathroom door opened and I heard her behind me. I was facing the commode, and was just a few strokes away from release.
“Shhhhh …..”, I heard her whisper and a hand came around to close on my dick. It was then that I realized that that was Preeti.
I was shell shocked and before I could register anything she had pulled me by my dick back to the bed, where Kajol lay with eyes wide open. I looked from one to the other. There was mischief written all over their faces.
“Really, Preeti”, I puffed my chest to deliver a long sentence but stopped short.
“Wasting all that hard on”, Preeti said stroking me, “while two gorgeous hot ladies are starving here”.
“Stop!”, I said to her and turned to Kajol for help. But clearly, they were in cahoots for Kajol’s smile had only broadened. She got up and came over to me and together both the women made me settle into bed and positioned themselves on either side.
“Tonight”, Preeti continued, “I am going to fuck a senior management grade of our company for the first time.”
I caught on to the mood.
“So, you have been doing non-senior company men before eh – out with the truth!” I joked.
“Oh yeah!”, she responded, “Only with one. That had been ten years before. Here in New York”, she looked at me pointedly, “the moron was pining for his ex-wife for all the four months I stayed with him.” She laughed out aloud and Kajol joined her.
“Aw shut up!”, I said abashed.
Preeti slid downwards and latched her mouth on my dick, which was now at full attention. Kajol put her arm below my head and lowered her mouth over mine. I didn’t have a chance to figure out, the sudden change in her attitude for she had slipped her tongue into my mouth and I sucked at it. She stopped for a moment and removed her nightie. Instinctively, I reached out for her breasts and the luscious globes had my full attention. She hitched herself up and put a nipple in my mouth. I latched on to it and started giving it full attention. Lucky, I had shifted my mind to Kajol, for Preeti had been going full throttle down below and I would have exploded at any time. Mercifully, she removed her mouth from the ram rod hard on and slithered upwards kissing my chest.
Kajol jerked herself away and I found the nipple slinking away. She gave a tug to my arm and indicated shyly downwards. I got her meaning. Gently, separating myself from Preeti, I put my mouth at her pussy. The moment I put my tongue tentatively inside, the flood gates opened up and she was gushingly wet. Another moment and I found her fingers clutching my hair and pulling me deeper. It was one of the activists she used to enjoy the most – I remembered and that thrilled me. I used to love bringing her to uncontrolled excitement by my lapping and this time, there was no exception. She stared moaning and thrashing her legs around and the hand that clutched my hair had gone slack and was instead trying to push me away. But I wouldn’t let go and gave pin point thrusts on her clitty which drove her crazy. Finally, when she couldn’t take it any longer, she forcibly pushed my head away and pulled me up for a long furious kiss. A moment later, she had turned me round and climbed up. This time there was no hesitation on her part and she straddling me by the waist, she reached below and positioned my dick at her entrance. She had settled in and I entered a warm wet world. Then the delicious strokes began and I reached out for those bouncing globes …
Preeti laid her head near mine and was running her fingers through my hair …
Kajol’s tempo picked up and she was going full steam now. I felt her juice running out all over my legs. She had the look of a tigress now and I loved the show. A while later, she slowed down and settled into a gentle humping. I loved that better, for I could last a lot longer now with that respite. Suddenly she gave a loud ‘ahhh..’ and resumed stroking faster and faster. I knew she was approaching climax and started squeezing her breasts hard. And then it was all over. With a final grunt she collapsed on my chest, quivering, with my dick still hard inside her.
When she had regained her breath, she kissed me hard on the lips and rolled over. She took her nightie and wiped away the copious amount of our love juices from my dick and the thighs. Then she got up and went off to the bathroom signaling for me and Preeti to carry on.
Preeti didn’t waste any time. She put her arms round me and tugged me up. I climbed over and for the first time realized, how much of a voluptuous woman she had turned into since our last time. Her breasts were fully rounded and the long nipples were very inviting. I nuzzled her neck and she sighed in pleasure as I worked myself downwards. I took a fully taut nip into my mouth and lashed her aureole with my tongue. She gave a low moan and I switched to the other one. She drew my head down and kissed my forehead. I slid down further and put my tongue in her navel. She shuddered in pleasure. Moving down still, I put my tongue into her love hole. One stroke of the tongue on her clitty and she bucked up – her chest rising up in an arch. She drew my hands to her breasts and I went gentle with them while I concentrated on her nether regions. In no time, she had started flowing…
“No longer please”, she pleaded, “put it in.”
I obliged. The first thrust drew a deep moan from her. There was no let up. She exhorted me as I stared diving into her rapidly. She threw her head around wildly, bucking up intermittently. “Faster, faster …ahhhh”, she rasped out while I maintained a furious pace. Then I felt the tightening of her cunt muscles and my dick could hold out no longer. I came and came, counting some ten or more spurts and she held me in a tight embrace and then suddenly released me. She kissed me deeply and the look in her eyes told me that she had achieved a full release.
We lay cuddled in each other’s’ arms savoring the moment. There was neither any need nor justification for words. Presently, Kajol emerged from the bathroom. I gave a loud kiss on Preeti’s forehead. “My princess!”, I said, and I went to the bathroom.
When I returned, Preeti had left and Kajol had replaced the bed linen. We went into an immediate snuggle and Kajol whispered, “It was her idea. I couldn’t say no to her.”
I kissed Kajol. “Neither, could I have ever said no to her any time. But forget that, the best part of it is that I got my Kajo back today.”
Drawing her closer still, I whispered, “And I am prepared to pay any price for that.”
She hid her head in my chest like a shy bride. One hand snaked down below closing in on my dick. Instantly, I felt a jerk. I could never have imagined it to spring back to life so soon.
“Looks like someone still doesn’t feel like sleeping”, Kajol said.
“Yeah! Let’s find out what he wants – shall we?”
She wrestled me down and got on top again …
~ CURTAINS ~
Today was the big day, the day when I was promoted to the post of Executive VP of HK Corp and to be in charge of the New York operations. It had been a hard grind to the top, especially in light of the situation of the global recession that had seen shrinking cash-flows as well as job losses in our operations world wide. The solitary exception was our NY operations, where I had been stationed. That had been due to a mixture of luck, pluck and grit – on my part.
I could sense the mild perfume that Preeti had put on. She was standing right beside me, more like a family member than a colleague and acknowledging the congratulations on my part. I cast my eyes around and found Kajol at a corner talking to Riz who was playing with our boy. Yes, Riz had come, said that he wouldn’t miss my promotion party for anything. And I was seeing him after a long three years. The way he had bonded with the boy was as if time had just rolled back and ever since he had arrived yesterday he and the boy were inseparable. Kajol stood and smiled at their antics. Clad in a saree, she looked every bit the traditional desi woman. Also, she had a fear of crowds. As soon as we arrived, she had shoved Preeti to my side and made way straight to Riz and the boy and to anonymity.
Drinks were flowing freely and I had started feeling lightheaded. Preeti had moved in closer and I was now more conscious of her perfume. We had been bed partners – that was some ten years back – and that had been that. There had never been a recurrence. But something about her, the bosom that had swelled – she being in the prime of womanhood, and her perfume – it was starting to have an effect. I felt the old familiar reaction in my loins, forgotten for long. My dick was beginning to rise.
“Ouch!” I cried as a sharp pain pinged my bum. I looked crossly at Preeti.
“New pinch”, Preeti smiled with all innocence.
I was flabbergasted. Only Preeti could casually pinch my bottom in a full cocktail meet where I was being felicitated. Only she could do that!
“What new pinch?”, I shouted at her and tried to move away to a safer distance.
“New Exec VP”, she said.
“Shut up”, I said and she stuck out her tongue at me.
Preeti was the one who had been once my former boss Rao’s sex doll, who had been forced to propose me to pimp out Kajol to that bastard as well, who I had lashed out and later she had cried on my shoulders to remove her from the forced hell she had been subject to. With Mr. Ching’s blessings and encouragement, both of us had left for HK Corp. During the difficult period of my divorce, we had lived together at New York. Afterwards, she had gone back to HQ Singapore and had climbed up the corporate ladder under the benevolent tutelage of Mr. Ching, who had now all but retired from active operations in H K Corp. She was the one, who had kept track of everything about Kajol and my son (which I didn’t know then) and had been instrumental in getting Kajol and me back again.
Whah! That’s a long story. There were the smooth parts and the messy ones as well…
Certain things had turned out easy, far easier than I had anticipated. After receiving Kajol’s call, I had dashed to Kolkata the following weekend to confront Riz about his job offer. He had been sullen all through when I had launched into a fierce tirade about neglecting his career. Our discussions had continued till after dinner when all of a sudden, he had picked up little Ramesh and carted off to his room and latched it from inside.
I was fuming at his behavior but there wasn’t anything to be done. I helped Kajol with the dishes and then both came to her room. Even after we had lain down, for there was nowhere else for me to go; my mind was in a whirlpool. How was I to convince this jackass friend of mine to agree to give up the burden of my family?
“I tried, Kajo”, I said to her in bed.
“I know”, she said in a little voice.
The next couple of days were pretty much the same. Riz wouldn’t budge and together with Kajol, I would try to think of some other way out. Finally one day, when he had left for office; Kajol came up behind me and spoke in almost a whisper.
“Ramesh, can you accept me back one more time?”
I tuned around. She was polishing a plate rather animatedly looking everywhere but in my direction. I was flummoxed. Never, could I remember ever seeing her in such a state.
“What?’, I blurted out.
The polishing became more animated. She appeared close to panic. It seemed to me that any moment and she could have a seizure.
“I mean llike, like mmarying me … me … and … and being a father … to … to little Ramesh.” Her almond shaped eyes had welled up.
“Of course, I would!, I said in exasperation, “How could I leave my son fatherless, you nitwit!”
She swayed and fell over me clutching my shirtfront and sliding down to the ground. She put her arms right around my legs and started sobbing …
“I have brought so much … so much … misery to your life … and to Rizu … what a wretch … you were so right … wish, I had told the truth about the boy …
I dropped down to the floor and took her in my arms. Her chest was heaving and she started to recount all her follies despite all my attempts to calm her down. The tears were flowing freely and I let her have her say … the floodgates of all the pent up feelings was open.
Much later, when she had calmed down, I timidly put up the question.
“What about Riz yaar, aren’t we being selfish towards him?”
“I have been thinking about that too”, she spoke evenly, “but little Ramesh is a kid. He will get over him in time … and of course … Rizu will always remain the loving uncle that he is…”
I looked away. It wasn’t the perfect arrangement, but then, when did life give me a 10 out of 10!
When Riz returned in the evening; Kajol asked me to keep an eye on the boy who was playing in a corner with the monster truck I had got him.
“Can I have a word with Rizu?”, she asked with some anxiety in her voice.
I chuckled and winked at her, “You need nobody’s permission to talk to your legally wedded husband.”
She gave a small smile and vanished into his room. I heard her locking the door from inside.
They were closeted for some quarter of an hour. I heard the door open and Riz came charging inside. He pounced on me and started pummeling me with the sweetest of blows that took us right to our childhood days – all the while hurling the choicest abuses. I tried to fend myself the best dreading what was to come next. I wasn’t wrong, for all at once he fell on me and started crying out aloud…
“Ssale, it took you so long to do the right thing … …. And bloody dog shit, … you thought I would mind it … fuck you asshole … the boy’s future means everything to me … doesn’t he deserve a father like you … or … maybe not …”, he collapsed on me panting from the effort.
Surreptitiously, I cast a look at the boy’s corner and was relieved to find that Kajol had removed him from the scene …
The rest was a matter of procedure. One marriage was annulled and another took place. Riz flew to Qatar where he had got his new job. Kajol and little Ramesh traveled to New York with me….
If you don’t know already, that was the easy part!
After a couple of months of frenzied preparations that included marriage registration, visa vetting, travel to the US, hunting for a proper accommodation in a suitable neighborhood around NY, getting Ramesh admitted to the prep college, buying the furniture, curtains and what not – well you know what it is like – I was physically and mentally drained. Although, there was no let up in the office work; I forced myself to a holiday. Together we traveled to a retreat on Long Island. After a day of sightseeing, we had a very quiet dinner – Kajo was delighted by the jazz players who put out some romantic numbers – and when I invited her to a waltz, she did so and enjoyed it very much. Back in the room, after putting junior to bed, we changed into pajamas and jumped on the plush bed. Both of us were fairly buzzed from all those drinks we had taken earlier.
I pulled her towards me and she gave a shy smile. I laughed at her coyness. Although we hadn’t been intimate even after the second time marriage, hell – she was my Kajo of years back. In my arms, I smelled her hair and kissed her face, her neck. She moaned. My hands traveled inside her nightshirt, fondling those familiar boobs while I latched on my lips on hers. We kissed for a very long time and the clothes came off periodically. I feasted on the sensation of her naked body rubbing against mine. My dong had gotten pretty hard. Instinctively, I climbed over her and pushed it inside her…
She froze. Her eyes became wild. Before, I could understand anything; she had started to rock her head from side to side while her arms and legs thrashed about …
“Kajo, Kajo – it’s me - what’s the matter?”, I said pulling out to the side.
She didn’t speak. Nor was it necessary. I knew that she was reacting to a bang rather than our love making.
After she had calmed down, I held her tight, while she sobbed softly. She attempted to speak but I shushed her and kissed her head instead. After she had fallen asleep, I went out of the room and got a pack of Marlboros from the dispenser and started smoking …
Later on she was very contrite, said sorry repeatedly and cried incessantly. I comforted her; told her that it wasn’t her fault and that time would take care of it. We agreed on that – both lying to the other – when the same sequence repeated a couple of times later – we knew that it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Life had given us a second chance alright – but with this price tag attached. The bright spot was the little one … I could never have thought that I could derive so much pleasure from anyone … every moment spent with him was a trip to the wonderland.
I had buried myself in my work and Kajol took to bringing up the child. Yes, of course, we had been to counseling but that hadn’t worked out either. Outwardly, we were the example of perfect family who had made it out in the US. In reality, we had implicitly compromised on a sexless marriage with the sole goal of bringing up our child. I sought out relief through jacking off – each night before bed – for I could never think of seeking sex outside. Kajol must have known about my delayed stays in the attached bathroom, but she never brought that up…
The liveried waitress held out a tray full of champagne glasses and I pulled myself to the present. In the distance, I could see Riz playing with the boy.
And then it was time to leave. All five us trouped into the hired stretch limo and Riz and little Ramesh continued their antics inside. Riz had taught him how to scrunch bits of napkin paper into tiny balls which they threw at Kajol and Preeti relentlessly. I felt a heavy nostalgia. It was almost like being back at India and how carefree we had all been then …
I must have been careless with the bathroom lock for I was caught with my dick in hand – literally. Back home, Riz had immediately trundled off with the boy to his bedroom and Preeti retired to the other guest room. I had changed into a towel and had hurried to the attached bathroom for some urgent release from the sexual tension that had built up during the evening.
“Kajo”, I cried alarmed as the bathroom door opened and I heard her behind me. I was facing the commode, and was just a few strokes away from release.
“Shhhhh …..”, I heard her whisper and a hand came around to close on my dick. It was then that I realized that that was Preeti.
I was shell shocked and before I could register anything she had pulled me by my dick back to the bed, where Kajol lay with eyes wide open. I looked from one to the other. There was mischief written all over their faces.
“Really, Preeti”, I puffed my chest to deliver a long sentence but stopped short.
“Wasting all that hard on”, Preeti said stroking me, “while two gorgeous hot ladies are starving here”.
“Stop!”, I said to her and turned to Kajol for help. But clearly, they were in cahoots for Kajol’s smile had only broadened. She got up and came over to me and together both the women made me settle into bed and positioned themselves on either side.
“Tonight”, Preeti continued, “I am going to fuck a senior management grade of our company for the first time.”
I caught on to the mood.
“So, you have been doing non-senior company men before eh – out with the truth!” I joked.
“Oh yeah!”, she responded, “Only with one. That had been ten years before. Here in New York”, she looked at me pointedly, “the moron was pining for his ex-wife for all the four months I stayed with him.” She laughed out aloud and Kajol joined her.
“Aw shut up!”, I said abashed.
Preeti slid downwards and latched her mouth on my dick, which was now at full attention. Kajol put her arm below my head and lowered her mouth over mine. I didn’t have a chance to figure out, the sudden change in her attitude for she had slipped her tongue into my mouth and I sucked at it. She stopped for a moment and removed her nightie. Instinctively, I reached out for her breasts and the luscious globes had my full attention. She hitched herself up and put a nipple in my mouth. I latched on to it and started giving it full attention. Lucky, I had shifted my mind to Kajol, for Preeti had been going full throttle down below and I would have exploded at any time. Mercifully, she removed her mouth from the ram rod hard on and slithered upwards kissing my chest.
Kajol jerked herself away and I found the nipple slinking away. She gave a tug to my arm and indicated shyly downwards. I got her meaning. Gently, separating myself from Preeti, I put my mouth at her pussy. The moment I put my tongue tentatively inside, the flood gates opened up and she was gushingly wet. Another moment and I found her fingers clutching my hair and pulling me deeper. It was one of the activists she used to enjoy the most – I remembered and that thrilled me. I used to love bringing her to uncontrolled excitement by my lapping and this time, there was no exception. She stared moaning and thrashing her legs around and the hand that clutched my hair had gone slack and was instead trying to push me away. But I wouldn’t let go and gave pin point thrusts on her clitty which drove her crazy. Finally, when she couldn’t take it any longer, she forcibly pushed my head away and pulled me up for a long furious kiss. A moment later, she had turned me round and climbed up. This time there was no hesitation on her part and she straddling me by the waist, she reached below and positioned my dick at her entrance. She had settled in and I entered a warm wet world. Then the delicious strokes began and I reached out for those bouncing globes …
Preeti laid her head near mine and was running her fingers through my hair …
Kajol’s tempo picked up and she was going full steam now. I felt her juice running out all over my legs. She had the look of a tigress now and I loved the show. A while later, she slowed down and settled into a gentle humping. I loved that better, for I could last a lot longer now with that respite. Suddenly she gave a loud ‘ahhh..’ and resumed stroking faster and faster. I knew she was approaching climax and started squeezing her breasts hard. And then it was all over. With a final grunt she collapsed on my chest, quivering, with my dick still hard inside her.
When she had regained her breath, she kissed me hard on the lips and rolled over. She took her nightie and wiped away the copious amount of our love juices from my dick and the thighs. Then she got up and went off to the bathroom signaling for me and Preeti to carry on.
Preeti didn’t waste any time. She put her arms round me and tugged me up. I climbed over and for the first time realized, how much of a voluptuous woman she had turned into since our last time. Her breasts were fully rounded and the long nipples were very inviting. I nuzzled her neck and she sighed in pleasure as I worked myself downwards. I took a fully taut nip into my mouth and lashed her aureole with my tongue. She gave a low moan and I switched to the other one. She drew my head down and kissed my forehead. I slid down further and put my tongue in her navel. She shuddered in pleasure. Moving down still, I put my tongue into her love hole. One stroke of the tongue on her clitty and she bucked up – her chest rising up in an arch. She drew my hands to her breasts and I went gentle with them while I concentrated on her nether regions. In no time, she had started flowing…
“No longer please”, she pleaded, “put it in.”
I obliged. The first thrust drew a deep moan from her. There was no let up. She exhorted me as I stared diving into her rapidly. She threw her head around wildly, bucking up intermittently. “Faster, faster …ahhhh”, she rasped out while I maintained a furious pace. Then I felt the tightening of her cunt muscles and my dick could hold out no longer. I came and came, counting some ten or more spurts and she held me in a tight embrace and then suddenly released me. She kissed me deeply and the look in her eyes told me that she had achieved a full release.
We lay cuddled in each other’s’ arms savoring the moment. There was neither any need nor justification for words. Presently, Kajol emerged from the bathroom. I gave a loud kiss on Preeti’s forehead. “My princess!”, I said, and I went to the bathroom.
When I returned, Preeti had left and Kajol had replaced the bed linen. We went into an immediate snuggle and Kajol whispered, “It was her idea. I couldn’t say no to her.”
I kissed Kajol. “Neither, could I have ever said no to her any time. But forget that, the best part of it is that I got my Kajo back today.”
Drawing her closer still, I whispered, “And I am prepared to pay any price for that.”
She hid her head in my chest like a shy bride. One hand snaked down below closing in on my dick. Instantly, I felt a jerk. I could never have imagined it to spring back to life so soon.
“Looks like someone still doesn’t feel like sleeping”, Kajol said.
“Yeah! Let’s find out what he wants – shall we?”
She wrestled me down and got on top again …
~ CURTAINS ~
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