Adultery When the unthinkable happens... by Ramesh1990-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- When the unthinkable happens...

Written by Ramesh1990

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was going through some inconsequential fliers that the new chick from HR had delivered, served with a smile with that smile that understated ‘Anything more I can do for you’ and suitably paused for an extended second which allows a male to make a supposedly casual inspection from her topknot to the heels. I didn’t fail her and checked out with a conceivably bored expression.

‘Baby, you don’t get me that easy’, was what I wanted to convey.

She made an abrupt turn and left and that is when I tossed the memo into my briefcase and concentrated on the more important aspect of observing every swing of her buttocks as she moved on to the others on her errands. God! That was some serious piece of ass on display, I realized and it necessitated every bit of overtime attention. Maybe, who knows maybe someday …

That is when an unknown number showed up on the mobile and I was about to junk it thinking it would be another telemarketing call, but then it might be a client on another phone – and so picked up.

“Ramesh, is that you?”, was the voice from the other end.

“Of course Riz, which number are you calling from?” Riz, short for Rizwan was a close friend, right from first year of the Presidency college. After studies, I had moved to Mumbai for venturing out in the mad mad world of advertising while he had stayed at Kol. Six years later, I was minor rising star in image-making in an MNC. Six months before, I had also got married to sweet Kajol.

“Arre, I lost my phone, lucky I had saved your number in the gmail contacts. Ab is number ko save kar.”

“Ok.”

“The good news is that I am in Delhi right now aur mein maal dekhne aa raha hun.”

“Maal? Kiski baat kar raha hai?”

“Abbe gadha, Kajol ki, aur kiski.”

I burst into a serious burst of laughter and thought I could choke, the first bright spot of the day. He couldn’t attend my marriage and I had sent him some photos and his first reaction had been that Kajol expected someone better than me – someone like him. And he had made it a point to say it to Kajol when he offered his congratulations to her. Kajol had looked at me haplessly, but I had reassured her that that he was the one person, who all the girls in the class invariably called out when they needed an escort or to do something foolhardy. Kajol had caught on and carried on such light hearted banter thereafter with him. But she was yet to meet him for

“Gadha to tu hi hai, jis se ek mobile hi handle nahin ho pata, aur baat kar raha hai ...”, I couldn’t speak any further as laughter choked me.

“Aj evening, tere ghar, baaki sab baad mein.”

My mind went into an overdrive and the low funk I was in a while ago had completely gone. Happily, I began to conjure up the thought of meeting this old friend, whom I hadn’t seen for over an year.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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_Rocky]

In the evening, Kajol was discussing the night’s menu with me, when Riz called.

“Yaar, got stuck up”, he sounded distraught, “Can’t turn up tonight…”
“Why, what happened?”
“Arre wo, clients,… …, bloody son of a …, Kajol hai na, … zara usse phone de to …”

I put the cell on loudspeaker mode and handed it over to her.

:”Hello?”

Riz’s harried voice broke from the other end.

“Kajolji, sorry sorry sorry. Nahin aa pa rahahun aaj. Phans gaya hun clients ki chakkar mein… abhi abhi khabar diya ki raat ko hi milenge. Kya karun. Sorry Kajolji.”

She sensed his agony and said “Koi baat nahin. Itni chinta mat kijiye.”

And then the glint of mischief appeared in her eyes and she continued.

“Lekin, mein itne saare jo khana banaya hai, uska sab kya karun?” She smiled at me.

From the other end, Riz’s voice started sounding desperate. “Kajolji sorry. Kan pakad raha hun. Sorry, sorry. Mere hisse ka, sab fridge me dal do. Kal aakar sab khajaunga.”

She dissolved into sweet peals of laughter and assured him that she was joking only and that he would have a fresh dinner the next day when he had promised to come. Thereafter they chatted a bit more and she handed over the mobile to me.

Now it was my turn to put a few more turns of the screw.

“Kyunbe, pehle to itni badi badi baat kar raha tha, maal se milne ka. Aur jab time aya to khud maidan se bhaag…”

“Teri to #@$#@...”, he shouted from the other end.” Wait, just you wait. Kal pahunch jaunga tere wahan aur tujhe dikha dunga ki Kajolse kitna muhabbat karta hun.”

I laughed out loud and advised him to attend to his meetings first. Anyway, as he was staying at Delhi for a couple more days, it was okay. We would be meeting the next day.

We had a frugal dinner and I retired to bed while Kajol switched on the table lamp on her study table and sat down with her books. Off late, she had begun to spend a couple of hours in the night for her studies. Needless to mention that, it provided a dampener on our on the bed exercises. However, as we told each other, her studies were important for both of us.

It must have been past midnight and I was in a lucid dream where miss tight pants from HR was sitting on my lap when I woke up to the fact that Kajol had sidled into the blanket for a snuggle. After warming up a bit, her hand snaked into my pajama and caught hold of my manhood. It was erect immediately.

“Seems like, someone else is also very interested to meet me”, she whispered in a husky voice with an obvious reference to Riz.

“Sach bolun?”, I laughed as she undid the strings and pulled off the pajama completely. She didn’t respond but engulfed my dong in her mouth completely and started methodically lubricating it thereby starting to send me to heaven.

Eventually, she gave a strong suck-kiss to the tip and said “Biwi ke liye aashiq jugad karne ke liye thanks”, she kissed again, “haan bolo kya keh rahe the.”

“Arre Riz ke baat chhodo, mein to Chikni Chut ke bare me soch raha tha.”

“Wo kaun?” She had removed her nightie.

“Ek naya chidi aiyi hai, HR me. Kya mast maal … saali ki tight pants… aha ha aha ha…”

“Achha, ye baat hai. Aur mein soch rahi thi ki mera pati parameswar sirf ek bhondu hi hai”, she teased back. “Kaafi tarakki ho gaya hai … janab ka…”

Adroitly, she turned around placing her cunt directly over my face to get into the sixty-nine position. “Hot pants, cold pants sab baad me. Abhi, shuru karo.”

I latched onto the soft nether lips which eventually parted with the onslaught of my tongue and then her juices started flowing, slowly at first and then in a gush drenching my face totally. The blanket had been cast aside and as I anticipated, she stopped sucking me and climbed over. Expertly, her vaginal walls engulfed my thong and she started humping me hard. Huck, huck, huck; she rode and in about ten minutes, I could control no longer and exploded inside her. She continued bobbing up and down, ultimately reaching the point of no return. I knew when she reached her climax for she grabbed my chest hard and letting out a strong breath collapsed on me. We stayed in that position till we caught our breath. Then she reached out a hand towel to wipe my face off her cunt juice and started kissing there all over.

As the post coital languor melted into a deep sleep, I wondered how lucky I was to have her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was wrestling with Murphy’s Law about how to fill the day with virtually no work at hand when Miss Hotpants of HR walked by looking purposeful with a clipboard full of papers. One look at her sidewise profile and I had estimated her vital statistics to be 28-24-30 notwithstanding her brave attempts with a padded bra on. However, I was a leggies man and so watched with utmost interest as her buttocks swung in rhythm to the clip-clop sound of her heels. She knocked briefly at the boss’s chamber and walked in and I turned my face away to my desk and sang to myself

Miss Clipetty-clock, Miss Clipetty-clock
Walked into the boss’s chamber with a knock
The boss gives a frown
On his big desk puts her face down
Pulls her hot pants and undies down
Spreads her long legs apart
Juices flowing from her shaved cunt…

That is when the intercom buzzed urgently. It was the boss. Under less than a minute, I entered his cabin. Miss Hotpants was standing opposite near the visitors’ chairs and sadly for me not facedown on the table… I stood near her.

“Ramesh, why haven’t you given your consent for London?” He asked directly.

I hadn’t a clue as to what he was talking about and was furiously raking my brain to come up with some face saving answer when luck smiled. His phone rang and he got on it and started talking shop with a client. A couple of minutes later, his conversation was still on when he asked the caller to hold for a second. Then cupping the mouthpiece, he gestured us out saying “Preeti talk to him.”

Once outside the cabin, Miss Hotpants pointed the way to my work station where we walked to together and sat down together on the swiveling chairs. She smiled brightly at me and stuck out her hand.

“Hi, I am Preeti”, she announced formally.
“I know”, I said, “I am Ramesh”. I shook her hand.
“I know”, she said. We laughed together and the ice was broken.

Then her face became all professional and she said “Didn’t you look at the memo I gave you yesterday? It was marked urgent. Today is the deadline for giving your consent for the 3 month training program at the London Head Quarters.”

Light dawned upon me immediately. She must have been talking about the memo which I had been holding in my hands while I was hypnotized by her see-sawing ass movement. Then Riz had called and I had tossed it into the drawer.

“Apparently you are the only one who has a chance to qualify”, she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper,” Mam was saying” referring to that old hag who was the head of HR.

There were stars in my eyes. London, oh my god. That was unbelievable. I jerked open the drawer and brought out the neglected papers, hurried signed on the dotted lines and handed it over to Preeti. She collected those and left with a smile.

My head was in the clouds now. After the moment’s excitement had died down, I went through the memo minutely and then realized that it was still some way off. They would taking in 50 employees from the company’s global operations – and I made a rough calculation as to what my chance would be given that half the office everywhere would be applying for it.

Phew, at least it was a good dream while it lasted. I returned to my laptop and tried to polish a presentation that I had been working on.

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Around 3.30 in the afternoon; Kajol called.

“Ramesh, there is something I wanted to ask you.”

“Yes?”

“You remember my guide, Professor Bharadwaj?, she paused.

“Yes, what about him?” He was her guide for the PhD but I hadn’t met him yet.

“No no, nothing serious”, she spoke rapidly,” Riz is to come this evening no. Is it okay if I invite him for dinner tomorrow? It is Saturday tomorrow and so would be convenient.”

“Of course”, I said, “Invite him by all means.”

“Ok, talk to you at home.”

She disconnected immediately and I went back to work on a presentation.

In the evening, I had just finished telling her about the London training program when Riz’s call came. He was profusely apologetic that he couldn’t come tonight as well and made a desperate plea to accept his words that he would try to drop by tomorrow.

“You donkey’s ass”, I shouted at him,” What the fuck do you mean you can’t come tonight also. Here I am waiting with a new bottle of Chivas Regal to be opened and you are doing all drama-bazi with excuses. You think I have a whore’s house here when you can come at any time you want?”

He started saying sorry over and over again explaining how some vip client of his had made him wait for appointment and begged me to seek apologies from Kajol as well. I pitied his state, for I had been in similar situations myself. I told him that it was quite alright and since he was to return to Kolkata by tomorrow afternoon; it was better that he concentrated on his job and of course he could come the next time he visited Delhi.

Kajol was looking at me and smiling while I was giving Riz a piece of my mind for standing me up tonight as well. Spoilt the entire mood, that wretch!

“You are really close to him, aren’t you?, she asked.

Then I started telling her how we had grown close during our college days. While I was a hosteller, he was a day scholar and we used to sit side by side in class – one of those enduring friendships that develop in our early years. His father was in govt service and was posted at Kolkata during those days. Once he had invited me home and his mother and two sisters had given me a warm welcome. Then I had become a frequent visitor therein and was accepted as a part of their family to the extent of sharing night watches when his father had been hospitalized. Both the sisters had been married off and left Kolkata as did his parents after retirement. Riz, however, had started a small IT startup at Kolkata and he stayed alone.

Kajol and me didn’t talk much thereafter as I was occupied with all that had taken place during the day. We had our dinner and I helped her clean up. Later on I watched tv for a while and retired to bed while she was engrossed in her studies.

Only during the moments when my eyelids started feeling heavy that I realized that we hadn’t discussed about her professor guide coming to dinner the next evening. ‘Okay, will ask her tomorrow’, I said to myself as a big yawn overtook me.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Preeti was giving me a blowjob, her head bobbing up and down furiously. I felt the warm saliva around my stiff pole. She was too good and I was savoring the heavenly feeling with my eyes closed.

“Ah Preeti, ah Preeti”, I groaned playing with her untied hair which was all over my belly.

She stopped immediately and asked “Who is Preeti?” It was Kajol’s voice.

Instantly I woke up. It was early morning and it was Kajol and not Preeti who held my dick in her hand.

“Arre, I said pretty, you are so pretty”, I made a desperate attempt to cover up. It wouldn’t do to tell the wife that you were thinking of someone else when she was working on you. Didn’t also help that I had forgotten to mention yesterday that I had learnt the name of the HR chick to be Preeti.

She lowered her head and resumed the bj. It was a close shave as my pounding heart told me. I had to be more careful now. Curiously, my erection had faded away and Kajol noticed that after a minute when she tried to climb over and insert it inside.

“Not hard, I can barely feel you”, she remarked as she bobbed up and down a couple of times and despite my best efforts at keeping up, the poor penis slunk out like a guilty boy.

I rolled away to catch a towel and hurry to the bathroom. It was the first time that this had happened to me and that was quite unsettling.

x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

After breakfast, the feeling had evaporated and I was once again feeling cheerful. It was the weekend and also there was a day and night cricket match to look forward to. Kajol handed me over a list and I got out to get the stuff and I remembered about tonight’s engagement.

“Kajo, you forgot to tell about your guide.”

She put down the cup of tea she was sipping. “I told you yesterday, it is Prof. Bharadwaj.”

“No, no; I mean about him …”

“Oh!”, she resumed her tea, “You will see him tonight. He is coming with madam.”

“I see. Does she also hold a job? Academician?”

“No, only a housewife”, she put down the cup with a bang and I was perplexed with her reaction. Then she calmed down “I met her once only, pompous and the nagging type - is someone I wouldn’t definitely like to become.”

“But Sir is so good”, there was a twinkle in her eyes now, “You will see. Brought out four peer reviewed publications in international journals.” There was pride in her voice when she spoke this.

“What about their children?”

“Ah none”, I thought detected a tinge of sorrow in her voice now.

“Ohhhk!” I said. “Will be here around eight, I suppose.”

“Yeah! Now you go and get the stuff.” She handed me a list of items to be procured from the local market.

When I returned after an hour and half, she was already busy with cooking. I deposited the stuff on the kitchen counter. The kitchen was in complete disarray with all kinds of stuff lying everywhere. A pressure cooker was steaming up on the gas burner while she was hurriedly going through a diary in which she had jotted down her favorite recipes.

“Can I help some?’, I volunteered.

“No, no. you just stay away.” She was the methodical sort and liked no disturbance when she was on a job. The same carried over to her cooking as well.

“Fine”, I said and retired to the drawing room to settle down with the morning newspaper. After a while I switched the tv on and pulled up my feet on a nearby stool.

x x x x x x x x x x x xx x x x

“Come”, Kajol was shaking me for I had been lulled to sleep, “Hurry, lunch is ready.”
I looked at the watch. It was barely noon, a full couple of hours earlier than when we normally used to have lunch on the weekend. “So soon?”

“Arre, I have lots more to do.” That of course made sense with the preparations for the evening guests. “You finish eating and then can watch your match.”

That of course brightened me up. She had set up a basic lunch, just dal-roti-sabji. While I was eating, she brought out a plate and started piled the same for her. I watched her as she finished eating hurriedly and swiftly removed the plates back to the kitchen sink. She was in a hurry indeed as I listened to the sound of her washing.

The match was scheduled at 2.30 but the pre-match programs would start an hour earlier. I settled down on the single seat of the sofa and started to fiddling with the remote. Fifteen minutes later, she was standing before me in a salwar suit with her purse in hand.

“Where are you going?”, I asked in surprise.

“Parlor”, she said with a broad smile, “Just need to fix my hair. Will be back in just a couple of hours, don’t worry. You just enjoy your match.”

Before I could think of something to say, she had put on her sandals and left. Oh my god! What was so special about her guide that she had to go to fix her hairstyle! I tried to remember when she had done something like that but drew a blank. Strange, strange indeed …


x x x x x x x x x x x

I was still in that confused state when I got a call from a colleague.

“Ramesh, are you at home?”, he asked.

“Of course!”, I said, “Why what happened.”

“Boss is near your locality. Something urgent, it seems. He doesn’t have your number, it seems. Can you give him a call?”

“Certainly”, I said and disconnected.

I put through the call to boss. “Hello. Good afternoon sir, Ramesh here.”

“Ah Ramesh”, he came to the point directly; “Do you have your laptop with you?” He was referring to the laptops that the company had given each of us employees from which only we could log in to the company server directly.

“Yes sir, I have it at home.”

“Oh!”, he exhaled relieved. “Listen, I just got a call from an exec VP and I need to login asap. It will take me over two hours to get home and they need my response right now. Since I am here, do you mind if I come over to your home?”

“No problem sir, no problem at all.”

“Alright, give me your address and I am reaching there pronto.” He said and then added as an afterthought. “Sorry to interrupt your week-end.”

“Not at all sir” , I said and gave him directions to reach home.

He arrived within twenty minutes, just as I had put the drawing room in order and brought out the lappy. The moment he entered, he apologized once more and while I assured him that it was quite alright, he had already already seated himself on the sofa and was logging in. Then while waiting for the log in to go through, he turned to me and asked, “The Mrs? ”

“Oh, she is out, sir; shopping”, I lied.

“Ok, ok”, he was relaxed now that he wasn’t interrupting anything.

Then he got busy downloading and jotting down stuff, most of which I didn’t understand. I asked if he would like to have tea or coffee and then retired to the kitchen to make coffee. When I returned, I found him full in concentration staring at his various notes scattered on the center table. While he sipped the coffee and carried on working; I sat attentively at his side.

A while later, he turned to me and said, “Can you help with the spreadsheet and the presentation templates. You young guys are so much better at it.”

“Of course sir, of course. Just show me how.” I jumped at his offer.

It felt good to be an actual participant. While he guided, I made out the complete presentation along with the database and visual clips. I had no idea of the time that had passed. Eventually, it was complete and he mailed it immediately and shot off a mail.

Logging out, he shut down the screen panel signaling that it was finally over. Then he got up from his seat and smiled.

“Thanks Ramesh” he said and started walking to the doorway. Obviously, he didn’t want to intrude a minute longer than what was required.

I walked out with him, planning to escort him to the car park. Out of the lift and nearing his car he stopped. I was about to look at what promised to be a pretty woman that had walked into my side vision but certainly couldn’t do so in his presence.

“Must thank you again Ramesh”, he shook my hands and then turned his face. I looked around to see what had caught his attention. It was Kajol, who had stopped and was staring at me. And oh my god, what was she looking like. She looked absolutely stunning. What had she done on her in the parlor?

Boss’s jaws had slacked a little and my throat was hoarse. I pointed at her and stammered “Kajol, my wife sir.”

Then I stammered again to her, “Mr. Rao, our AVP, you know.”

Kajol came near and smiling put her hands together. “Namaste, sir.”

Mr. Rao, my boss, said Namaste as well and then held out his hands for a handshake. My heart thumped hard as I watched Kajol offered her recently manicured hands to him and he shook them lightly. I watched in further horror as he held on and said, “Sorry, had to put your husband to work on a Saturday. But, you know how these overseas bosses can be so demanding…” He then shrugged and released her hands.

“Won’t you come up, sir?”, she asked.

“Oh no”, he said, “done enough trouble to you fellows today. I must leave now.”

“Sir, please come again then”, was she being just civil or ..I wondered.

“Of course, of course”, he said as he got into his car. “Some other time, bye and enjoy the weekend.” Then he drove off.

And I started towards our 5th floor apartment with Kajol who looked now like a bombshell.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“How come your boss came? You didn’t tell me anything before.” Kajol asked as we made our way upstairs. Her curiosity was understandable.

I then had to make a tedious explanation about the whole goddamned things that had happened after she had left, starting from the call from my colleague to my helping him out with the tasks etc. etc. By that time we had already reached the door to our apartment and as I put the door-key in, I turned towards her and asked “How, did you find him to be?”

“He is very fit”, she answered without a pause as we went in.

What on earth was she talking about - I wondered, and asked as much.

“Oh! For a man of his age he appears to be in very good shape”, she explained while removing her sandals. As an afterthought she added, “Also charming as well.”

Don’t know why but then the hackles started rising in my neck. What was happening? Was this an indication that she had found my boss to be attractive? The scene of her pretty hand nestled in his for longer than necessary came up to mind. May be I was reading too much into a non-event, but who knew what was going on! Further, she had been extra sweet in inviting him to our house and he had also accepted it as a rain check.

“Hey, what are you thinking?”, she slapped my arms to get my attention. “Tell me how do I look?” She was smiling.

I stepped closer to her for an official inspection after her trip to the beauty parlor. Her face was glowing, no doubt the result of the facials she had undergone. The hair, hitherto signifying academic severity had now been straightened. She had dyed it to a deep burgundy red. Holding her at an arms length, I surveyed her again. God! She looked as if she had just stepped out of the cover of a fashion magazine.

Leading her to the single seater, I sat down and put her on my lap.

Then I looked into her eyes and said, “Darling you look like a dowdy 500 rupee note that had gone out and returned like a colorful 1000 rupee.”

She hit me playfully and then gave a long kiss.

“Both the 500 rupee and the 1000 rupee notes belong to you”, she remarked.

The house phone buzzed. It was the security at the front gate asking if to let in a Mr. Rizwan.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Riz entered in, lowered his shoulder bag to the floor and then engulfed me in a tight hug. Digging his face into my shoulder he started simpering. “There, there”, I said patting his back to calm him down but he wouldn’t let off. Though we were in touch over the telephone, we were meeting in person after a couple of years. I heard a small sob emanating.

“Come on Riz”, I said infusing a light note, “If you don’t let go of me; not only will Kajol feel neglected but also she will start wondering about our relationship is.”

That sobered him up. He let go of me and turned to Kajol who was beside me. I could see the moisture in his eyes now. Then he hugged her as well, lightly and drew back. Without a trace of guile or guilt, he wiped the tears from his eyes and then had the first good look at her.

“Kajolji”, he shouted, “You are so, so beautiful……..” He was at a loss for words. Then he lunged at her again and pulled her to him again. Kajol’s face was a sight to watch. Face upturned and mouth open, she was completely unprepared for his assault. Riz had pressed her so tight to his chest that she gasped for breath.

“Enough of the drama, you fucker!”, I said, “Couldn’t find time during the whole of two days and now here, say for ..an hour isn’t it? …. Your flight leaves in a couple of hours and you have come to complete the formalities.”

He came out of the embrace but still held on to her left hand. A smile broke through his face. “Monkey shit”, he addressed me, “I have changed my return program to tomorrow.”

“Really? No shit?”

As he nodded laughing, I picked up his shoulder bag and we made our way to the drawing. I was truly happy for the first time today. God! Finally, I would have a couple of hours of fun today. On his part, he had led Kajol by the wrist and made her sit down besides him on the sofa. Now he was scrutinizing her manicured fingers.

“Kajolji, to say that the snaps that this idiot sent to me, hardly do justice to your beauty” He then started checking out her long tapering fingers. “My goodness, so exquisite. Tell me one thing; how does an apsara like you get married to that monkey?”

“Enough Riz, enough”, I said, “Kajol is very much aware of the number of girls who had made you their rakhi brother at college. Yet, you couldn’t convince a single one to be your girlfriend.”

“Shut up asshole”, he then turned to her, “It was all his fault. Everytime I would even start to patao someone, this monkeyface would rat about me at home. And, curse my family, they had more faith in him than in me.”

Kajol smiled at him and patted his hand that still held her wrist. “But I believe you.”

Riz puffed his chest for effect and tellingly told me, “Kiddo, see? This is what is known as true love.”

All three of us laughed together for in the short interval of time, we had become like children again. Then Kajol got up to leave stating that she had a lot to do in the kitchen. Riz still holding her wanted to know why.

She told him about the evening’s dinner program. “Most of the dishes are already prepared save for last minute warming and garnish. Only, the mutton curry and fish fry remains to be done.”

“You will not spoil these beautiful nails”, he declared. “I will prepare roganjuice and fish-tikka and in a jiffy. You just sit here.” He pulled her down to the sofa again.

“Yes, yes Kajo”, I said, “he is right. Let him make those dishes. He can make excellent dishes.”

For the first time after he had come in, he let go of her hand and dug into his shoulder bag from his he brought out a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes with a sheepish grin. Turning to her he said, “Leave the cooking to me. You just get us the glasses and some snacks.”

Kajol stood up with her hands on her waist. “How do you mean, how do you mean… My guide and his wife are coming over for dinner and you two good-for-nothing loafers are planning to put on a show of being punch drunk when they arrive. No, no, no. Not going to happen.” Her chest was heaving with the outburst.

“Kajol relax”, Riz said, “We will invite him to the party as well….and the madam as well if she agrees to. Don’t tell me that the university professors never drink.”

But Kajol was adamant. “I said, this is simply not on. Neither of the two of you will appear before them with alcohol in your breath.”

Ris’s face fell. He looked at me and spread out his hands in helplessness.

I stepped in. “Ok, ok, ok. This is what we will do. Riz and me will move to the balcony, so no cigarette smoke will come here. Also, put away the whiskey Riz. I will get the bottle of vodka, that I keep for such emergencies. You know Kajo, that doesn’t smell at all and also we will finish our program in an hour, well before they arrive.”

The smile was back on Riz’s face. Kajol went away grumbling, “If either of you guys tumble out of the balcony, I am not going to be the one to call for ambulance. And no nonk-jhonk at any neighboring bhabhis.”

“Kajol, you are an angel”, Riz shouted at her departing back.

We all acted with alacrity. We had settled at the deck beyond our bedroom and under half and hour, both of us had downed three small pegs – small pegs because Kajol was dropping by at times with the fried stuff and omelets and watching sternly at the level in our glasses. Given the rapid intake, in no time we had hit a high.

“What a fiiiiine chick, Kajol!” His voice had become slurred.

“Ahhh, ya”, I replied, “And whose wiife you fool/” I blew a half smoke ring.

“Bah! Today yours,” he took a deep drag, “ …….tomorrow …….mine.” He released the smoke in a whoosh.

Then the talks meandered on. He told me about his sisters, both of whom had moved to the gulf and the parents who refused to come out their village to stay with him. He talked about the moderate success he was having with his startup venture and the future plans that he was contemplating. We then discussed about each and every of our college day glamour doss – those we had crush on – and he updated me about their present status etc. etc. And then we relapsed into companionable silence with cigarettes on.

The sun was going down. He took a look at the watch and suddenly straightened, “Sister fucker, it’s six yaar”, I have to prepare the mutton dish. He stubbed the cigarette butt into the ash-tray and then got out of the lounge chair. I heard him entering our bathroom and having a wash. There after he headed straight for the kitchen.

I propped up my legs on the chair that he had vacated and took another drag. It was so peaceful and certainly the best peace of time I had ever had had for long. As the shadows lengthened, I started feeling little guilty of abandoning both of them to the kitchen chores and reluctantly, went over there.

Both Riz and Kajol were working with a feverish pace. There were dishes lying all around in various states of preparedness, Kajol sprinkling condiments here and there while Riz was furiously stirring the mutton in the pressure cooker.

“Guys”, I teased, “How is it going? Need any help?”

“Wait fucker”, Riz shouted over the hiss of the stoves, “you get to wash all the dishes afterwards.”

Kajol pointed a spatula at me and said, “Go and lay the table, if you want to be helpful.”

“No baba, no”, I declared, “ I don’t know if the great professor will like my table arrangement of not. Don’t want to take the risk!”

“Get out”, she shouted and I withdrew laughing hard. I switched on the tv again. The visitors innings had ended and India’s was about the start. There was a challenging total to chase.

Working in tandem, they had completed the entire dinner with enough time to spare. I watched as Riz handed her the casseroles and other dishes which Kajol carefully laid the table. Then he emerged out of the kitchen wiping his hands on the kitchen towel.

“This is where I leave”, he declared with a short smile.

“What?”, I said.

“Oh no!”, Kajol cried.

“It would be better for both of you couples to get to know each other. I will only be a distraction. Don’t say a word, both of you. And you don’t know this, but I am a complete veggie since the last couple of years.”

Neither Kajol nor me knew what to say and watched in silence as he started collecting his bag. Then she spoke, “In that case, you must promise to come tomorrow for lunch and I will prepare veggie dishes only. Or I wont speak to you for the rest of my life.”

Riz went to her and held her wrist. “In that case I have to promise. I will come.”

“Thank you”, Kajol said softly, “for all the help, really!” There was adoration in her eyes.

He smiled at her and said “I will take a kiss in return” and pointed to his cheek. Kajol lifted up her face to reach to plant a peck and at the exact moment that her lips were to touch his cheek, he turned around and placed his lips on her and gave a loud smooch.

“Now I have got my payment”, he said to a thoroughly flustered Kajol who tried to put up a smile. Then he gave her a tight hug, the same as he had when he had arrived. Then it was my turn to be hugged and he marched out saying ‘till tomorrow’.

The door closed and I turned on her, “You kissed him?”

“No, no. It was actually he who kissed me”, she gave me a wink and went off to get dressed for the guests.

I was left to figure out the difference.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I switched back the tv on and what the hell, both the openers and the one down were back in the pavilion after five overs. As I watched, the fourth wicket fell in the eighth over and I switched the set off and threw the remote to the sofa. Typical start, leaving the task for the middle order and the tail enders. ‘Pah!”, I spat out, ‘Those openers were good only on paper and in endorsements only.’

From the bedroom, Kajol’s exasperated voice came, “What are you doing Ramesh! They will be here any moment. Come change your shirt.”

Still cursing the team and their three generations, I made way towards the bedroom. She was putting the final touches to her getup and pointed at the starched pair of fresh pants and shirt laid out on the bed. I hardly noticed her for my mind was on the disgraceful show that those idiots were putting on. Buttoning up I turned towards the mirror to get the comb.

She tuned around and asked “How do I look?”

One look at her saree clad figure and all thoughts of cricket evaporated from my mind. If earlier on she looked like stepping out of the covers of a fashion magazine, now she looked as if we were to step out to a marriage party.

I pushed her onto the bed and tried to embrace her. “Goodness, you look like an apsara Kajo. I must have you now.”

She pushed me back with an annoyed face and started adjusting the saree ends. “Get off”, she shouted , ”Don’t you dare to touch me”, she warned.

As if on cue, the housephone buzzed, announcing the arrival of the Prof Bharadwaj. Kajol literally dragged me down to the parking lot to greet them.

A man in the mid-forties stepped out of his Maruti 800 and so did his wife from the passenger side. Kajol hurried over to them and bowed her head low in greeting them with a namaste. I followed suit. The professor adjusted his glasses to have a good look at me and then held out his hand forward which I shook. Surprisingly, he had a strong grip, something I didn’t expect from an academic. He just mumbled a few words of thanks. But my attention was drawn to Mrs. Bharadwaj who must have been a decade older to me. Tall and fair, she had an air of elegance about her. The moment she smiled, it was all grace and I took an immediate liking towards her. What the hell had Kajol meant when she had said that she was the nagging housewife type! I stayed by her side and Kajol was all respectful towards her Guide, as we made our way up to our drawing room.

Mrs. Bharadwaj handed over a packet of fruits to Kajol and commented. “Ah nice house! And quite airy as well.”

“The breeze is excellent here”, I said, “on the fifth floor.”

Then we chatted talking about the alarming level of pollution and out of the corner of my eyes I watched Kajol gently whispering if she could get some sherbet or cold drinks. The professor was having a good look at Kajol and her party look had had the effect. He removed his thick glassed spectacle and began polishing them while unabashedly gawking at her. Then his gaze traveled from her face downwards. Good lord! He was checking her out – directly in the presence of both his and her spouses. I got quickly annoyed but then choked down the rising anger when I remembered that the poor guy would hardly have had the opportunity of seeing her dressed up so pretty. Mentally, I cursed Kajol for putting the old codger in such a state. Why couldn’t she have been dressed in the normal way she used to when going to the univ!

“I will have coffee before and after dinner.” The tone of Prof Bharadwaj indicated that he was someone who liked to be assertive.

Mrs. Bharadwaj, however declined to have anything other than a glass of water and she had turned her face towards me.

“So you are in image consulting. Quite a challenging profession, it must be.”

I tried to explain that it was heavy at times and slack at others.

“Seasonal, you mean/”, she declared, hitting the nail on the head.

“Yes, that’s so.” I said. She was quick.

“Have to put in late hours?”

“Yes, sometimes it gets so hectic that I can’t return before nine and even ten or eleven on a couple of occasions.”

“That bad, eh!” There was a note of genuine concern in her voice and somehow I felt like telling her all my office tensions. “But, you have got to undergo all these before you get to the top positions in the industry.”

“Yes, of course.” I couldn’t agree with her more.

Prof. Bharadwaj showed no interest in me and I couldn’t care any less. Kajol however sat very attentively near him and I paid no attention to their semi-academic discussions. After fifteen minutes, he said that he was feeling hungry and Kajol jumped up.

We sat front to front, me before Mrs. Bharadwaj. She removed the lids of the casseroles and drew in the aroma with appreciation. Both she and Kajol helped out serving. I watched as she dipped her spoon in each, drawing the gravy or a morsel and tasting it. Mouth full, she would join the thumb and forefinger of her left hand to give the perfect signal. How on earth could Kajol find this sweet lady offensive in their earlier meet, I wondered. Anytime, I would love to have her company. The professor, on the other hand had taken a generous portion of the pulao and covered it with the mutton curry. He was attacking the food with a gusto.

Sometime in the middle, while tasting the fish curry, Mrs. Bharadwaj had a strange look on her face. She then dipped the spoon to the gravy and tasted it again to make something sure. Turning to Kajol, she said; “This is a bengali preparation. I didn’t know that you could cook Bengali dishes too. It is too good. In fact, the whole menu is simply delicious.”

Kajol and me looked at each other and shared a guilty smile. Haltingly, I explained how Riz had dropped in so unexpectedly and it was a bonus for us to use his culinary skills. Mrs. Bharadwaj seemed suitably impressed and asked Kajol if she had the recipes for some of the dishes. Kajol said that she could arrange to get those for her. She nodded and happily launched into to meal without much further talk. The dinner was a success as far as I was concerned.

Meanwhile, the professor had rather voraciously consumed the main course of pulao and mutton curry paying scant attention to the rest of the dishes. Obviously, he was the type that took what he preferred and that too with vigor. The contrast between the eating styles of both couldn’t have been more pronounced. He launched into some of their departmental matters and while that went way over my head, Kajol was all attention. They went on discussing topics of academia and I was forced to nod my head dumbly when he looked at me, just out of politeness. Desserts over, we rose up and while the professor plunked himself in the sofa and Kajol hurried to get him his post dinner coffee; Mrs. Bharadwaj expressed a desire to have some fresh air. Accordingly, I escorted her to the deck of our balcony.

We both stepped out and as a gust of wind hit us, I realized with horror, that the vodka bottle – still holding some and the cigarette pack were lying on the center stool. As I stood like a guilty dog, she picked up the bottle to inspect the brand and then put it down. Depositing herself on a lounge chair, she said, “Let’s sit here a while. Sit down please.”

Then she drew a cigarette from the pack and lit it and then pointed the pack at me. I drew one and lit as well. “You were having a party with your friend before we came, weren’t you?, and she continued as I looked abashed, “No no don’t worry, there was no smell. Only I could tell because of experience, experience of growing up in an army family.”

I relaxed completely. Though she stubbed her stick after just a couple of puffs, she encouraged me to consume mine full, saying that she knew how satisfying it is after a full heavy meal. God! She was so comfortable to be with. We chatted a bit about our backgrounds and sat in companionable silence enjoying the view.

Then she got up saying it was time to go. On the way back, she paused at the bedroom and said, ”Ramesh, you know, your house is so beautifully arranged.”.

“All credit goes to Kajol”, I replied hastily, “she is quite finicky about orderliness.”

“But it lacks one thing, one important thing.”

She read my vacant expression and said, “You need kids. Then only your family will become perfect. And mark my words, when that time comes you will realize that having couple of brawling kids with messy diapers everywhere and overall being untidy would be far better than the living like this. My advice, the sooner the better notwithstanding all your both professional careers.”

I didn’t know what to say. What do you reply when someone talks to you like an older sister?

In the drawing room, the professor and Kajol were sitting close together on the sofa engaged in some academic discussion. Kajol had her head low hanging on to every word that he was saying in his strong and clear voice. Mrs. Bharadwaj walked straight to the door and started putting on her sandals and I stood in silence near her. Then the professor concluded whatever he was saying and stood up for departure. As we walked them back to the car and bid good-bye, Mrs. Bharadwaj whispered to me “Pay attention to what I said, have kids at the soonest.” Thereafter they were gone.


While Kajol walked straight away to clear the dinner table, I collapsed on the sofa and switched the tv on again. The match was over and India had lost comprehensively. Evidently, the last minute miracles did not materialize this time. But my mind was far off. There was a puzzling quality to Mrs. Bharadwaj; though her behavior couldn’t be faulted for anything other than behaving like an older sister. And then it hit me, what had been remiss. During their entire period of stay, I didn’t recollect seeing either speaking a word to the other. My God! That must be something.

Kajol was piling up the soiled dishes in the sink for the maid to wash up tomorrow. I walked behind her and said “Say Kajo, this Mrs. Bharadwaj turned out to be quite affectionate. Your Buddha looked quite grumpy in comparison.”

She replied without turning back. “Huh, what do you know about women! All appearances, all appearances only.”

I thought better of prolonging this line of discussion and so retired to the drawing room with the cigarette pack to catch the late night edition of the day’s news. By the time the program hour ended, Kajol was already in bed, in her night gown, though she wasn’t asleep. She lay spread-eagled on the bed and there was a glazed expression in her eyes. Obviously, she was going through the events of the day in her mind. I took a good look at her and fancying a chance for some straight forward romp, switched off the lights and climbed over her. She made no objections as I removed her gown and tossed it aside. Encircling my neck, she started kissing deeply. And then as I tried to position myself for the entry, she pushed me back, down and down. “Just a little, a little please, first”, she whispered. And I traveled down straight to her honey pot and plunked my face down.

Then I got the surprise of the day. She was soaking wet. How long had she been leaking, I wondered as she pushed my head down. And what had triggered it, I started thinking, as I gave her a furious tongue lashing. Was it the kiss from Riz? Or was it the placing of her hands in my ‘fit’ boss’s palms? Maybe it was all the excitement of the close proximity of her Guide. Even after several minutes of sucking her dry and her reaching multiple orgasms of various degree, she was still gushing – something I had never experienced before with her. Finally, she arched up her pelvis and pulled my hair with force before collapsing with a mighty shudder. I knew that completely spent and curiously enough I had no further interest for dipping my dick.

“Kajo, let’s go to sleep now. I am quite worn out.” I said.

She turned to me and using a portion of her gown wiped my face of her juices. Then she kissed me very tenderly and very long.

“Go to the bathroom and wash your face”, she commented.

By the time I returned from the bathroom, she had turned to a side and was snoring softly, due to the whole day activity and aided by my oral ministration. I spooned up at her back drawing her for a close snuggle.

Still asleep, she started to mumble, “Ah, you are so strong. So strong.”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

After the hectic happenings of the previous day, the Sunday morning appeared so peaceful. Arms and legs intertwined, we continued to snooze till the bell rang announcing the maid’s arrival, upon which she left the bed. I stayed in and lapsed into another stretch of sleep till Kajol pulled off the blanket suddenly demanding that I get up as it was already ten. Putting on the slippers, I made way to the bathroom.

Post breakfast and tea, I was wide awake and the yesterday’s happenings came up in my mind. I called out to her, :Kajo, professor’s wife was so nice. Why did you give the impression that she is like some kind of a mean person?”

She was arranging the stuff on the center table. She drew back and looking directly at me lowered her voice. “You know, she was his student. They fell in love and got married. Thereafter, she has developed a mighty suspicious for any of his dealings with girl students. The other time I was talking about. She had barged into the common room and accosted a junior lady lecturer calling her all sorts of names and accusing her of trying to steal her husband. What a scandal it was. I was there myself and how furious she looked. She had to be virtually dragged away from the spot by others.”

“But, last night she was all praise for you”, I persisted.

“Phew”, she spat out, “she can appear to be all that civilized and decent outside. But she keeps a constant check on his activities where females are concerned.”

“That makes sense”, I conceded. “By the way, the old coot was checking you out all the time – I observed.”

For the first time she fumbled. Then she spoke, “Don’t you call him an old coot, he is hardly 45-46 and remember that he is my Guide. But yes, I have felt him sizing me up several times before and gossip goes that he has a roving eye. Nothing more serious though. “

She took a pause while I tried to assimilate this aspect of her professor. She then continued, “But it is too late to change one’s guide. Moreover, he is academically brilliant. With him, I can complete the doctoral in two more years.”

I could understand her predicament and so patted her hand in sympathy. Then I changed tack. “By the way, last night, why were you gushing like a geyser?”

Her face colored up to the roots of her hair and sbe struck me. “Shut up. There was no such thing.”

“It’s ok”, I teased her, ”I don’t mind, you see. I really don’t. Just tell me who you were fantasizing about?”

“Shut up, you rascal! Shut up.” She rained in a flurry of blows and laughing and choking I ran to the safety of the bedroom.

X x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

There was more of drama when Riz arrived. He brought out the whiskey bottle immediately - reminding us that he had to catch the evening flight and so the sooner the better to get done with the drinks. Without an even by-your-leave, he marched into the kitchen and came back with glasses and ice. Ten minutes later, we had downed our first large pegs.

Kajol came around with some fritters and he pulled her to sit down besides him on the sofa. Holding on to her hand, he looked at me and sobbed, “Whatever did you do to get such a nice lady you bugger?”

I had a vague idea where things were heading for and so advised, “Chill buddy, chill. You will also have a sweet wife someday. Just pour another round, ok!”

But he wasn’t in listening mood. Face down, he started to narrate his long list of failed attempts at getting a girl friend. “Not one in college. Not even afterwards. Look, I am somewhat well settled in business and even own my apartment. Yet, there is not a single girl in this universe who seems to be interested in me. If I tell my mother, she will arrange for marriage a total stranger from the small towns and what the fuck am I going to do with a rustic girl? I need a smart and savvy one and how do I find one?”

Kajol had been hearing him out intently. “Have you tried any dating or matrimonial sites?”

“Of course! For three years. My luck never went beyond a first date.”

Then Kajol dropped a bomb.

“if you want, I am willing to be your girlfriend.”

Both mine and Riz’s jaws had dropped. Riz looked hard at her and then turned his gaze towards me. There was shock on his face.

“Kajo, you too chill. This rascal always has a habit of whining in the company of girls. That is the reason why they either run away from him of end of being rakhi sisters”, I said.

She turned towards him and asked sweetly, “Do you want to be my rakhi brother?”

“NO, NO, absolutely not”, he shouted back. “Will you really accept me as your boyfriend?”

“Riz, Kajo…..stop it”, I said.

But I was too late. She placed both her palms in his and said, “I accept, I accept, I accept. I will be your girlfriend till you find another or get married.”

“No, for life…”, Riz added.

“Ok, friends for life”, she said with a smile. “Now we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Then he withdrew his hands from hers and covered his eyes. I knew what was coming. In no time, he had burst into a sob. Years of sitting beside him in cinema halls and watching him burst into tears at any sentimental scenes had given me enough idea about this asshole of a friend. He was the guy who could cook mutton curry like no one else yet never could even venture near the butcher stalls. For all the outward bravado and dirty talking he indulged in, he was essentially a slab of wax when it came to emotions.

“See Kajo, I told you so. What have you done? This stupid is just like a girl”, I said.

“Shut up!” Kajol told me as she pulled down his palms. Tears were streaking down his cheek. She took her dupatta to wipe his face, very thoroughly, while I turned my gaze sidewise to allow him to settle down.

“There you are”, she said now that he had recovered, “You boys enjoy your drinks. Lunch would be in half an hour.” She departed for the kitchen.

A while later Riz finally spoke, “I could never believe that she could do such a thing. My God! What did I do to deserve such luck!.”

I thought it better not to speak anything lest he relapsed into another maudlin bout. Silently I poured the whiskey and handed him the glass.

By lunch time he had sobered up almost. Kajol laid two plates, saying that she would eat later as she wanted to serve hot chapattis direct from the stove. The first item, she placed on our plates was fried bitter gourd.

Riz’s eyebrows shot up at the sight. “Karela”, he exclaimed, “I hate that stuff!”

Kajol’s voice was equally stern, “Eat it up. It is good for you.”

I laughed, “You are forgetting that she is your official girlfriend now. You have to obey her boy.”

Riz stuck his head in despair, as if he had made a monumental error of judgment.

“And don’t think of walking out Riz”, Kajol added, “this is what they call a one-way-street.”

Dutifully he devoured the bitter stuff. Thereafter, much to his and my surprise, she brought out the koftas, butter- paneer, paanch daal etc. Looking at the spread, his eyes lighted up in glee and like a child he started stuffing himself.

Later we sat down in the drawing hall while she finished eating. Riz was massaging his belly. “God, I am so full; hardly feel like getting up.” But he had to, much to everyone’s regret, as the time came and his Uber had arrived. He shouldered his bag and hugged us both together. Kajol drew his lips towards his but this time he turned his cheek and accepted it on his cheek. We waved him goodbye at the lift.

X x x x x x x x x x x x x x

Kajol had decided to take the Sunday off from her studies and that was great for me. I was nuzzling her neck while she watched a movie. I was trying to steal a grope when we were interrupted by the door bell.

It was a delivery boy. I collected the parcel addressed to Kajol, care of myself. She gave me a baffled look when I delivered it to her. With mounting curiosity we tore it open. Inside were a couple of tulips neatly crossed across a box of chocolates. The card accompanying said “To an admirable lady, with apologies for stealing her husband on the weekend afternoon – Rao.” It was my boss.

We looked at each other dumbfounded and then she burst into laughter.

“Today I have an official admirer, an official boyfriend and an official guide.”

‘What about the official husband?’ But I said that to myself only.


End of Part I

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Part II



Kajol




She had finished cleaning kitchen after dinner and retired to bed. Ramesh was in a sour mood after the parcel had arrived from Mr. Rao and had told that he would join her after watching the newshour program. That was fine with her. She switched off the lights and drew the blanket over. Her thoughts drifted … … into her favorite land … … where the Goddess ruled … …

The first time she had seen her, it was in the staff common room into which she had was about to enter when she heard the sobbing of the junior lecturer and a very authoritarian voice asking her to just shut up! Kajol froze at the entrance and hastily shot a look at the corridors, relieved to find it completely deserted. Her ears pricked up to hear what was going on inside.

“No mam no, please don’t do this to me”, came a plaintive cry from the stricken female.

The other lady snorted inside. It was pure scorn.

“Mam, please, please, I will do anything you say. There won’t be any mistake henceforth”, the small voice pleaded.

“Huh”, again that derisive snort, “And how many times have I heard that?”

Kajol parted the curtain slightly, just so very slightly; to remain unseen and yet to sneak a peek at the happenings inside. She could recognize the form of the junior lecturer, face tear stricken holding on to the hand of the other saree clad woman whose face, she couldn’t see. Kajol’s eyes widened when she saw the tear faced lecturer kissing the other woman’s hands all over.

The lady wrenched her hand free and stepped back. She raised her hand, the single index finger out, “That will be absolutely the last time.”

“Thank you, thank you mam”, the lecturer was blabbering now.

Kajol’s eyes had widened up at what she was seeing now. The lady raised stepped back and drawing up her saree offered her sandaled feet. The lecturer dropped to the floor, and held up the other’s feet in both of her hands. It was as if holding an object of worship.

“Kiss”, came the order.

Kajol’s heart started pumping hard. She saw the impossible sight of the lecturer kissing the foot, kissing time and again … … with what seemed to her as gratitude.

“Enough, you will make yourself available coming Sunday, and no pretexts this time or this time it is for good.” With that, she put her foot on the young woman’s face and pushed her away. Making an about turn, she started towards the door and Kajol turned immediately away and started walking hurriedly away praying that she was not discovered. It was only when she heard the other’s footsteps fading away in the other direction that she felt safe. She hurried to the grounds outside and finding a bench sat down.

A while later she felt a flush coming over her and the touching her forehead with the back of her palm, she found herself burning with temperature. What was happening! She had hurried back home and gone straight to bed. She wanted to be alone, for a while, to sort out what was running at the back of her mind… The moment, the exact moment when the lady had turned towards her; her heart had missed a beat. It was that patrician face, with the cheek bones drawn back and the high forehead, which sent shivers down her spine. No matter what, that chiseled profile refused to fade away … … for it was the face of a Goddess. And for the sake of the Goddess she would do anything …

It didn’t matter when she had found out that she was indeed her Guide’s better half. She had to have her … … to be near her … … at any cost … … and hence had to invite them home … …

Last night had been a tremendous success as her Goddess had seemed to be pleased with her. Ramesh on his part had done the part of the gracious host. And notwithstanding the lechery of the professor, she had tried to be near her at every opportunity to obtain a glance of her profile, to catch a snippet of her voice and the smell of her perfume. While seeing them off, the Goddess had finally laid her fingers on her wrist … saying her thanks … and she had responded with lowered eyes. But it was that touch, that had managed to set her skin on fire … … so much so that she was on the brink of achieving an orgasm … … right in the parking lot … … right in the presence of the security guards and strangers … and she had hurried to the bedroom and switching off the lights, put her fingers inside her and exploded right there, something a tenth of which she had never experienced before. And when Ramesh had come to bed, she had been floating in the dreamland and had no desire to take any action herself, … and let him slurp her up, … … it was so nice, it was heaven!

She heard Ramesh clearing his throat in the drawing room and withdrew her hands out. They were soaking wet, all courtesy of the Goddess…

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Riz

He pushed the door back shut, after entering into his flat. Mechanically, he turned the key too tired to register the tumblers locking into place. He felt bushwhacked – it had been a straight thirty hours of donkey’s labor at his desk – he thought ruefully as he collapsed on the bed.

Towards evenings he woke from a dreamless stupor, removed his clothes, the officewear he had slept in and entered the showers. Toweling himself vigorously, he felt the energy flowing back in. He fixed himself a large peg and made an online order for pizza. It was time to put a call through to Kajol, with whom, he had not spoken since returning from Delhi and that had been over a week ago. But Lady Luck seemed to have smiled on him what with Kajol accepting to become his girlfriend and then both the prospective clients he had met at Delhi had called in requiring detailed estimates and a high level presentation. That was the job that had kept him and his team busy over the last two days and today when they had finally sent it and received the in-principle approval; the whole office had erupted in joy and they had started embracing each other. Finally, something big seemed to be taking place. And wouldn’t the angel investors love that!

He took a sip and looked at the table-clock, it was nearing 7 in the evening. From the other end, Kajol’s warm voice drifted in.

“Hi, where did you vanish all these days?”

“Oh Kajol”, he launched into the details since their last meeting.

“Truly?”, he could feel her genuine excitement from the other end, “That’s marvelous.”

He fumbled a while in reply, explaining that there was still a formal offer of contract was being awaited.

“That will also come”, she reassured him.

A small fire begin to erupt in his insides. Maybe it was the whiskey which was helping to chill out the tension of the last few days. Also, there was the voice of Kajol.

The bell rang and he went to the door to pick up his pizza. He closed the door and spoke again,

“Where is Ramesh, put him on.”

“O, O, he is in the bathroom dear.”

“Just returned from office?”

“Yes, and actually, we are going out”, her voice dropped a notch, ”invited to dinner by his big boss.” She gave a small giggle.

“Oh, there is an office party?”

“No, no; it is just for the two of us only.”

He was surprised. “What? His big boss throwing a party for the two of you – I can’t believe it.”

“Actually, it’s a kind of thank you for making him work on a holiday.” She seemed hesitant while speaking this as if something was troubling her.

“Kajol, is everything alright?” He voiced his concern.

“Oh no, no, everything is find. Don’t you worry” , she spoke rapidly, “Just that I am a bit tired, nothing much really.”

“Alright”, he exhaled, ”if you say so. Chalo bye, I won’t keep you anymore. Go and enjoy the dinner.”

“Bye Rizi darling. Talk to you later.” There was the click.


An electric shock passed through his body. Does she know? – and his pulse quickened – but no, that was not possible – there was no way she could. But then, … … she had addressed him in the feminine sense of his name – just a plain coincidence maybe – there was no way anyone would know about his secret … … his desire …

He checked out the doors and windows. Everything was locked up. There was no danger of anyone having a peek through from the outside. He switched off the lights and retired to the bedroom, and carefully brought out the flimsy night gown and caressed the satin against his cheek. Instantly, he had a hard-on. Ah, today he was in the mood, in the right mood and the whiskey helped carry Kajol’s voice saying “Rizi darling, Rizi darling …” as he dropped his towel and put the nightie on. There was a small shiver as the silk touched his skin – it was so sensual. Lying down on bed, he lit a cigarette and slowly release the smoke through his nostrils, the nicotine further elevating his sexual tension.
Reaching about, he put his favorite disk in the audio system. There was absolute silence.

Out of the speakers located strategically above his bed, came the deeply hypnotic voice of a woman.

“You are a woman, You are a woman, a beautiful woman. Accept and embrace your feminity, for you are a woman, repeat to yourself, you are a woman, a woman, a woman, a beautiful creation …”

He took a hand to his erection, gently fondling it and the balls as wave after wave of pleasure cursed through. Taking a deep drag on the cigarette, he moved the burning tip near a nipple. The heat seared through and it stood up. He repeated it on the other side and became acutely conscious of the presence of his nipples and the heat in them. Pre-cum started oozing out which he let deposit on a finger tip and brought it up to taste its salty tangy flavor. That was exactly what a woman would do, she would love the taste of that precious man-fluid …

The voice in the background continued, “You are woman, do not resist, do not resist …”


Finally, the session had ended. He got off the bed, all his senses fully on the edge and made way to the desktop at the nearby table. He switched it on and logged onto a chat site and entered his credentials.

The screen shot back at him. “Welcome raziasultana”

Immediately, he saw a couple of hits

“asl pl”
“hi razia, whr u from?”
“stats?”

He drew the pizza box nearby and flipped open the cover. The warm scent of cheese filled him up. Very deliberately, he typed on the keyboard “26 f delhi.”

He waited for the fraction and pms started pinging him for a private chat.

“Ah!”, he rubbed his hands together, ”a great night to follow a great day.”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mr. Rao

Mr. Rao looked at his reflections in the bathroom mirror. He was in pretty fine shape for someone about to turn fifty in a couple of months. He ran his fingers over the freshly shaved jowls and nodded in appreciation. It was smooth and clean. He dabbed the eau-de-cologne on his palms, wetted it and ran his hands over his hair. That way the fragrance lingered longer. He was all set.

Srilekha was waiting outside near the bed, on which a freshly ironed suit and matching tie were laid out. She helped her husband to get dressed up, smoothed an imaginary crease away. Her brows were creased.

“Aren’t you running late? It is already getting near eight.” Her voice held a slight tremor.

“All the better”, he answered, “Easy does it.”

He looked at her blank expression and felt a stab of pity.

“Things will work out Lekha, just wait and see.” He gave a squeeze to her shoulders.

“I will know that when we have our child”, she replied with the same fixed look.

“Best of luck”, she waved him a goodbye and he was off. Off to the dinner engagement with Ramesh and his saucy wife. The moment he had laid his eyes on her, he had known that she was the one, the one who would be able to fulfill their need.

The funny thing was that it was all by accident. Accidents are opportunities presented by fate – it was up to you if you care to take up on those. Same had been the case, when the bunch of applications for the London training program had landed on his desk for perusal and the family status of one had caught his eye – that was Ramesh – and he was married and without kids – the singular case in his office. For a moment he had held back his thoughts for he sincerely liked that mild manner young fellow, who was also a good worker and someone with whom the clients were most comfortable with. Then he shut the door on those thoughts. The world in which he operated was where the bigger fish always devoured the smaller fish. When he had been the small fish, he had been devoured plenty of times, chewed and spat out. Srilekha had seen two abortions and a couple of miscarriages, courtesy of bosses who had dangled a promotion or career advancement before him, and they had accepted the same, he rising a rung each time and she getting under another older man. And always had they deferred the family making to the last, promising that they would in fact the next year when he was settled. Next years ran into next and next to next till it came to knowledge that she could conceive no longer. The gynecologist had told them in a grave tone that her insides were so ravaged by the frequent barrage, that it would be no longer possible for them to become parents. Of course, they always had the adoption route open.

The shock of that disclosure had devastated her and she had retreated into herself. Several years more of counseling and she had started to thaw out and he had seen hope. He broached the topic of surrogate pregnancy and she had okayed it. Again hope had been ignited till that didn’t also work out. At the latest visit to the fertility clinic, he was told that his sperm count was declining with the implication that the deadline was approaching for him fast. It also didn’t help that he had a rare blood group of O –ve, which severely limited the filed of women who could father his child.

Day by day, Srilekha was hurting more and more inside and he wasn’t sure if she would again shut off again and for good the next time. So when Ramesh’s bio had turned up, he had made a surreptitious check on the group insurance information of dependents. Kajol was indeed a O –ve and he sat down stunned for a moment. It was providence beckoning him. For an instant the sincere face of the young Ramesh came up before him. Then he cleared his mind of such weak thoughts. He was the big fish now and he would exercise his prerogative. Of course, he would see to it that Ramesh was duly compensated. He however would have her father his child, if he could help it. He had done one more thing and managed to get invited by Ramesh to his residence on a ruse and was pretty disappointed not to be able meet his wife there. However, when he was returning, fate had smiled on him as had she herself, in a stunning vision and he knew at that moment that that was the accident that fate had meant for him. The chocolates and the invitation to dinner at a discreet club where such assignations were possible, his special instructions to set the semicircular sofa type dining arrangement and his delayed entry – had all been part of a well crafted strategy.

He observed the couple from the distance. Ramesh was stealing a look at his watch for he had been over 45 minutes late. Kajol, however sat resplendent in a green saree, which contrasted her complexion perfectly and with that look of awe at the plush décor. “My breeding mate”, he muttered under his breath and walked over.

Both of them stood up at his approach and he waved them down with a smile. Kajol was looking behind him with a question.

“Sorry, my wife couldn’t make it. She sends her regards”, so saying he chose the end near Kajol and they sat down. Finding herself flanked by both men, she shot a look at Ramesh and then tried to cover up her embarrassment by latching on to a glass of water.

Very solicitously he asked her for her choice of wine and when she expressed her ignorance, he opened the bar menu and pointed at an expensive one making sure that she saw the price on the right hand column. She nodded and he flicked his fingers. They made small talks while steward poured out the bubbly stuff and left them.

“So Kajol, this is a thanksgiving for spoiling a holiday.”

She giggled nervously and shot a look at Ramesh before replying to him.
“Not at all sir. We weren’t doing anything special.”

Then he started unreeling the bait.
“Ramesh is a very dedicated worker. You should be proud of him.” A pause later, “Or should I say he should be proud of you!”

The wine was getting to her and it showed in the rising colors of her face. She laughed brightly at his joke.

Now that the ice had been broken, he changed tack. “But tell me about yourself. We men lead such boring lives. How do you keep yourself engaged?”

She made a brief statement about her doctoral program and he raised his eyebrows in appreciation. From the other side, Ramesh added enthusiastically, “She is a gold medalist.”

He raised a toast to her academic excellence and clicked his glass with both Ramesh and Kajol, taking care that his fingers did brush slightly, ever so slightly against hers. They drained their glasses together and set he set his on the table. A waiter hovered nearby respectfully and caught his eye. They ordered the dinner with the glasses refilled.

“In fact, I can see a bright future for Ramesh”, he resumed, this time giving a slight squeeze on her palm, “having you around. It is a known fact that the Indian wives are the most unnoticed component of a man’s success.”

She smiled brightly showing her perfect teeth. The wine had started taking its effect and she had overcome her inhibitions. When he queried her on her other interests, she spoke effusively about paintings and sculptures. Ramesh who was half listening to the conversation, looked away and started examining the label on the bottle. Evidently, this was an area he had no interest in.

He seized the opportunity. “How wonderful! My wife loves art. She has, in fact, made plans for going to the opening of the new gallery on Friday. Why don’t we finalize a program for coming Sunday? Ramesh, would you like to accompany the ladies to the gallery?”

Ramesh blurted out, “Do I have to?”

“No, no” he was at his reassuring best, ”not unless you are interested in the stuff.” He smiled.

“Thanks”, he said, “I think I will give it a miss sir. Let the ladies enjoy it.” He added as an after thought, “How about you sir?”

He made a long face. “Much as I would love to accompany these pretty ladies”, he squeezed her palm again, “I am afraid; I would be out of station. That rules me out.”

Then he declared. “It is settled then; my wife will come to pick you up, say around ten. That will give you time for the viewing and have lunch as well.”

“Oh! Thank you sir”, Kajol said suddenly remembering her manners, “It is extremely kind of you.”

“Not to mention”, he waived away her thanks.

The waiters arrived with the food trolley and started serving …



He leaned back on his chair and let out a deep breath. His plan was working.

It was just a matter of time!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Kajol



Slowly she walked past the staff quarters peering at the nameplates. The professor quarters were at the end row beyond which the barbed wire perimeter of the university campus ran, separated from the road on the other side where a sparse traffic ran. Eventually, she came to halt. It was the quarter at the extreme end and on whose gates, affixed was an old name plate of Prof Bharadwaj. The metal gate creaked open somewhat noisily letting her into a large compound, which was largely untidy. She threw a glance around and could recognize a guava tree and a mango tree. Odd thickets of rose bushes lay here and there. Dry leaves littered the scene. It was a typical university quarter for the academic staff – designed to be secluded and quiet – as was the case all over the world.

She sucked in the air sharply filling her lungs and tried to settle the quiver of excitement coursing through. This was it, definitely it and there was no turning back. Taking another deep breath, she stepped up the verandah and pressed the calling bell. A moment later, the doors were laid open and a large swarthy man with a vacant expression on his face came out. He parted the curtains as she stepped in.

She stood in the center of the drawing room and surveyed the scene around. Sofas and center table laid out in orderly manner with newspaper and magazines on the center table. The windows at both sides facing the courtyard were covered with half curtains which fluttered in the mild breeze. A worn out rug covered the floor. She cast a look at the walls, noted the décor. Suddenly the air around her started to feel heavy, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped several degrees and she felt a chill down her spine. The house seemed to be beckoning her, as if drawing her to a destiny; her destiny, one whose choice she herself had made and there was to be no backing away …

As if of a past life. she remembered confronting the junior lecturer, alone in the corridors, telling her that she knew her secrets and prevailing over her protests that indeed she had been witness to the scene where the latter had worshipped the Goddess’s feet. To the latter’s panicked face, she had whispered assurances that the secret was indeed safe with her only if it would be their secret together, only that she had to obtain permission from the Goddess that she would be willing to include Kajol in as well. The wait was over a week, every one day a torture in suspense for her until, yesterday when it had been conveyed to her that she should come today, a day when the professor was out to attend a conference.

The curtain at the inner door parted and out stepped Mrs. Bharadwaj, the Goddess. She walked over to the sofa and sat down without a word. Kajol searched her face for a sigm but drew a blank. Her face was a mask. Deliberately did the Goddess crook a finger at her, beckoning her nearer and Kajol stepped forward.

“You sure you want this?, the Goddess whispered.

Words failed Kajol. It seemed as if the world around had burst into sunlight and laughter and a band was starting to play somewhere in the distance. She didn’t trust her voice. Her eyes welled over. There was a sudden weakness in her knees and she couldn’t trust herself to be able to stand any longer. She shot a look of gratitude and bobbed her head a couple of times. It had too much an effort to stand in her presence. She dropped down to her haunches, her face near downcast near her nose touching the other’s knee.

“Very well then”, the Goddess said and bending ahead cupped her chin. Her gaze bored into Kajal’s. “Remember, there are no safe words and no limits.”

Dumbly, Kajol nodded bobbed. She took the hand that held her face and kissed it.

“Look at me”, came the command.

Slowly she raised her head and gazed at her face.

The Goddess was smiling, the taut cheek muscles widening out. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a small laughter coming out. Kajol smiled back in reply and she couldn’t restrain herself and a school girlish giggle escaped her.

“Very well, very well…” The Goddess threw back her head and dissolved into sweet peals of laughter. Daintily she raised Kajol to her feet and went around her. She embraced her from behind and Kajol’s entire being was suffused with joy, a pleasure she had never known before. She laid back her head against her mistress’s cheek and inhaled the fragrance from her hair.

Nimble fingers undid the sweater buttons and slid it off her shoulders. It was tossed on the sofa. She felt the other’s hands traveling towards her waist and center on the belt buckle. A tug and the clasp came undone. ‘Shshshshshshshshshsh … ‘ the belt was pulled away leaving her high in anticipation. Another tug and the belt had come off completely. Sure fingers sought out the center button of her jeans and skillfully freed it from the buttonhole. Then they were laughing together. She heard the soft purr of the zipper being pulled down. She tried to commit to memory the exquisite touch of the palms entering the sides of her panties, the ice cold touch sending a fresh set of tremors up her spine. As the tight elastic bands and the scrunched down jeans descended to her ankles, she became acutely conscious of the mild currents of air circulating about her buttocks, her thighs, her pussy and the thatch covering it. She quivered in excitement as the mistress sat down behind and completely removed her legs from the confines of the clothes.

Clad in only her t-shirt, Kajol felt free, something she hadn’t experienced since a long time. She had become a pure being and clothes were an unnecessary burden of civilization. Deliberately she turned around, facing the mistress and took her hands, the hands that had freed her. Then the two started going round and round, and the small air current swirling about her pussy, sending tiny electric currents shooting through and then the inevitable flow from within while they still played the merry go around. Soon she started getting slightly dizzy from the excitement of the game and a flush started to rise up coloring her cheeks. “Ah! Mam, …”, she could control no longer and fell at the mistress’s feet, pecking her, plastering her sandals with small kisses.

It was then that the kick came, when she had least expected and it caught her flat against her nose. She flew back at the impact, landing backwards at an angle with her arms at her side and legs wide open. She watched the Goddess step over towards her and place her sandals on her chest, pinning her down. The foot traced its way down over the t-shirt coming to rest over her exposed belly button. Kajol forced a wan smile to her face and the Goddess smiled back in return. At the same moment, she felt the foot pressing down heavily, pushing down her stomach and a surge of excruciating pain shot through and she shrieked involuntarily. The foot raised up, affording a moment of relief before it came down again heavily, time and again, flooding her inside with more pain each time than she had ever known in her lifetime. The breath had left her and she watched mutely as her body took the severe punishment. There was no respite and she tossed her head from side to side in rhythm with the waves of pain coming through each stroke. She found her face wet and realized that it was due to the tears. Her eyes were streaming.

Then it all stopped. Her chest heaving at the effort to contain the pain, she watched mutely as the Goddess was smiling serenely above. She kept on looking at the beautiful face looking down and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. A gentle languor was enveloping her and she kept floating in that mist, in that twilight region between pain and pleasure and it was indeed pleasure which was rising gradually but steadily. Then only she began to realize that the mistress’s sandal had traveled further south, gently trying to part the opening of her pussy. She was stunned. The foot had found its mark and was just touching the love button.

A violent tremor coursed through her entire being as the tip of the sandal pressed the clit. She took one look at the face calmly staring back at her and felt the inevitable climb up the pleasure curve as the foot expertly massaged the region below. Gushes of love juice started flowing out, all beyond her control, of which she wanted none for she had given in fully and totally to the mistress. Gently, the sandal had opened up her insides and she cared for nothing in the world as the shudder of the first wave of orgasm hit her. Her legs started thrashing about as she got caught in the throes of orgasm.

“Ahhhhh, maaaaaaaaaa, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam”, she gasped as she writhed uncontrollably on the floor, not caring for the juices that were gushing out onto the floor, nor for the rivulets of saliva that oozed out from the side of her mouth, totally oblivious to the entire surrounding, to the whole world … Yet the torture continued, that exquisite agony, raising her to a peak of pleasure or agony – she now cared not. The goddess was now toying with her, slowing down the tempo and suddenly increasing it, then stopping it and she would gasp for breath and plead for more, “Please mam, don’t stop, please, please ….” she would keep on begging till the next phase began.

Kajol didn’t know how long it had lasted but finally the Goddess relented had walked to the sofa and sat down. She lay on the ground dreaming of floating among the clouds. A draft of the cold afternoon breeze made the goose bumps come out and she realized that the t-shirt that she wore was soaking wet in her perspiration. Faintly the musky odor of her sex wafted up. She tried to utter a word of thanks but croaked instead. Her throat was absolutely dry. After what seemed like an hour, she managed to pick herself up from the floor and gestured that she needed water.

“Walk to the kitchen, pussy”, the mistress whispered softly, “and gets a bottle out of the fridge.”

She stood up and headed to the inside rooms of the unfamiliar house caring not a whit that she was wearing nothing below waist. Purposefully she strode to the kitchen and entered inside. That country man of swarthy appearance, obviously the servant of the house, whom she had met at the door was at the counter peeling off vegetables. He turned at her approach and Kajol became aware of his eyes boring through her nakedness. For some unknown reason, she felt a thrill of excitement. She let out a smile and headed to the refrigerator and opened it. Taking out a water bottle, she unscrewed the cap and put it straight to her mouth. The first gulp of cold water revived her and she turned towards the man still staring at her. She smiled more broadly now at his dour expression and again lifted up the bottle. Facing him in her nakedness, she emptied the bottle completely. She felt free, completely liberated and reveled in the new sensation.

“Babyji, I will get the tea”, the lout opened his mouth at last indicating towards the kettle on the burner.

She nodded and walked back to the drawing room and without being told sat down on the floor near the mistress’s feet. The servant appeared with a single cup. She watched as the Goddess started sipping it. Half way through, she emptied the reminder into the saucer and placed it on the floor. With her foot she pushed it towards her.

“Drink pussy drink and mind you no hands.”

She lowered her face towards the saucer and stuck her tongue out. The tea was moderately hot and she began to slurp. The liquid ran down her chin and spilled to the ground, but no matter, the mistress had said no hands and that meant that she couldn’t use them. After she was done, she gave the rims a good licking and for good measure nuzzled her nose near the Goddess feet and stole a lick.

Cupping her chin, the Goddess raised her up to her and put her flat against her lap. As if she knew what was coming, she put her head face down against the seat of the sofa. She was aware that her shapely bums were now sticking out directly under her mistress’s eyes. Soft fingers started massaging her behind in round and round and she let out a deep breath. Gently, her legs were parted and the hand coursed through to home in directly on her pussy. A finger probed her slit.

“Ah!”, she sighed deeply. The game was on again.

Her pussy started flooding once again. The expert fingers had found the opening and gone straight to her clit. She pushed down to get the contact again and felt the pleasure waves lurking near. But then the finger had stopped and she wondered why. Before she could think of anything, she had convulsed up in pure pain. “Yechh”, she sobbed as she felt the steel ruler striking her once again. Again and again, the ruler came down drowning her in total pain and her eyes started streaming again at the unexpected assault. The strikes were coming in a methodical manner, systematically covering each part of her exposed buttock. She couldn’t remember when she had taken any punishment like this. With each smack, she felt as if she had reached the limit and couldn’t go on any further.

“Please stop mam, pleae stop”, she let out a low howl as the next blow landed. To her horror she remembered that she had agreed to have this all and also the ominous words of the mistress that there would be no safe word. She whimpered and put her face down.

Then she became aware of the excitement at her pussy for the Goddess had started to work on her pussy with her other hand. Gently her clit was being massaged and for the umpteenth time of the day, the familiar flow of her love juices had started commencing once again. The pleasure valley had once again opened up and she started climbing up the curve. The steel ruler came down again from the top, this time particularly hard and she bucked up in pain. Simultaneously she felt the finger inside her press on her clit and a fierce orgasm started building up. Another hard strike from the ruler and again the finger pressing her clit. She was totally swept away between these alternate strikes, not knowing which was the pleasure and which the agony. ‘But it didn’t matter’, she told herself, ‘it was all ecstasy’. Dutifully she raised her bums to receive the next blow and collapsed her clit on the mistress’s fingers. And she continued till a massive orgasm tore through convulsing her entire body in an explosion of pure pleasure. She collapsed under the impact. And the mistress stopped her hand.

The Goddess had got up soon after and gone inside while she lay like a limp rag on the sofa. A little later the man arrived with a carafe of water and withdrew after placing it beside her. By now her breath had been sufficiently restored to normal for her to reach out for the jug. She drank directly from the jug and was surprised to find that she had almost emptied the whole of it. Sitting back on the sofa, she became acutely conscious of the buttocks which were on fire after all that punishment. She squirmed in her seat to find a suitable posture but to no avail. The mistress had done a perfect job. She looked down at her naked legs and found dried up cunt juice all over. That made her itchy and she got up and picked up the jeans and her panty from the floor.

“Leave those”, came the soft whisper as the curtains parted and out stepped the Goddess again. “I want to taste that bengali fish curry again. Let me see how good my pet is at pleasing me today.” Her eyes were level against hers.

Kajol smiled brightly at her words and dropped the clothes. It didn’t matter if her legs were gooey or her pussy was itchy. She marched straight into the kitchen and directly to the counter, where the man had laid out sliced fish. She took those to the sink for a good wash fully aware that she was presenting a close view of her reddened buttocks to the man.

‘He has seen my red ass, white cunt and black hair – and I don’t give a shit’, she said emphatically to herself as she started getting busy cooking the fish.


An hour later, she watched the mistress having her lunch while she stood besides her - still naked down below and feeling sweaty and itchy from all that efforts of the kitchen. Also she was beginning to grow conscious of the pressure in her bladder and remembered all the water that she had downed. But she couldn’t open her mouth, at least not till the mistress had finished.

She was near bursting point when the mistress turned back to her from the wash basin. Feverishly, she showed her little finger, desperate that she won’t be able to hold any longer.

“Go to the courtyard”, the Goddess commanded and she made a dash out.

The moment she stepped out, she became aware that she had stepped out virtually into the open for it was fenced with barbed wires only. A scatter of papaya and guava trees amidst the dried up leaves on the ground afforded little cover from the road on the other side which lay just a hundred yards ahead. She stood in a clearing and started soouting for a spot.

“There itself”, came the whispered command from inside the house. “And do it standing.”

She couldn’t remember when she had done it standing, if at all except maybe in the far off childhood days. But nothing mattered now that the Goddess had spoken. She parted her legs a little and let the pressure take over.

The sheer force of the golden brown liquid issuing from her surprised her. She looked at the parabola traced out by the piss stream as it shone brightly in the afternoon sun. Immediately she felt the pressure coming down and it was such a god damned relief. As she looked on as the stream landed a good six feet away, she felt elation. “This is how the boys do it – and it is so much fun.”

There was a rustle of leaves from one side and she turned her face in that direction. Nestled among the leaves of a bush, she could see the face of a woman who looked like a rag picker. She panicked and the piss stopped to dribble down her legs. Then she turned towards her, showing her teeth and starting to piss in her direction. The woman let out a howl of horror and fled away.

Kajol threw back her head and laughed. She had achieved full release.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Recap:

Ramesh works in an image management mnc in Delhi. He fantasizes about Preeti, the new chick in HR department. His boss Mr. Rao chances upon the profile of Kajol and is impressed. Since Mrs. Rao can no longer conceive but is desperate for a child; she goads her husband to seduce Kajol so as to eventually to have a child through her. Mr. Rao sets in motion a plan to have her.

Rizwan who is Ramesh’s good childhood friend from Kolkata pays a visit to the couple. Kajol takes an immediate liking to him and assents to be girl friend as well. Unknown to any, however, is that Rizwan loves to dress up as a woman and has a feminization fetish.

Meantime, Kajol who is working towards a PhD under Prof. Bharadwaj chances upon a situation where Mrs. Bharadwaj was treating another young woman as a slave and that arouses Kajol’s submissive tendencies. She manages a visit to their residence and is in the middle of a bdsm session …

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Kajol





She turned back and was about to get inside the mistress’s quarter when she saw the water tap outside and immediately turned towards it. Pissing out in the open and that too standing had been very thrilling. As she waddled across to the nearby water tap a gust of afternoon breeze ripped by. She shivered becoming aware of the goose bumps coming out all over. As she sloshed her legs under the running tap, her mind went back to the childhood days when she and another chit of a girl had attempted it behind the school building – just the way boys used to do so. That memory brought a smile to her face. She closed the tap and looked around. There was no startled face looking at her through the barbed wire fence now. She felt a bit disappointed. After all she had dared to take a piss standing half naked in the open! That was some achievement.

When she stepped back into the quarters, she found the Goddess was lounging in a wicker chair. One crook of her little finger and she scooted to her like a kitten. Mrs. Bharadwaj cupped her face in long tapered fingers and smiled. Though her body ached from the severe pain she had endured over the last couple of hours, Kajol smiled back. She realized that she had crossed a very real Laxman Rekha and sold her soul to the mistress. And she would be forever grateful to her mistress Mrs. Bharadwaj. She was the Goddess for her.

“Bhimu”, the mistress called out.

The swarthy lout emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a tawlia. He blew his nose into it and then put in back on his left shoulder. Kajol looked up at the servant. Suddenly the memories of cooking the fish curry in the kitchen standing buck naked waist down before this rustic lout came to her and her face started burning in shame. And then she remembered that she was still in that same state. Hastily she drew up her knees close and put her face down.

“Put some oil on her”, the Goddess had spoken to the manservant. Her ears got inflamed hearing this.

“Now pussy dear stand up.” She had continued, “Take off your tops and bra and let Bhimu do his job.”

As if she was someone else, listening to some command coming from somewhere far off and as if the body from which she was removing the apparel belonged to someone else; she complied. She deposited the items of rest of her clothing with her earlier discarded ones and walked back to the center.

“Knot your hair in a bun above your head.”

She obeyed. Again as if in a dream state, she saw herself standing completely naked in her professor’s house before the lady and the servant.

Bhimu had returned with a bottle of oil from the kitchen.

“Puss, why don’t you cup your tits and offers them to Ramu?”

She had no recourse to any protest. Pushing up her ample breasts she turned towards the servant. An image flashed in her memory. That had been a medieval age painting depicting the sale of captured girls, paraded naked before a crowd of lusting prospective slave-buyers in a souk in ancient Arabia. She was now the slave and Bhimu would be the one to sample her delights.

Nor was she off the mark. Bhimu’s eyes lit up as he looked at her bare breasts. He opened his mouth in glee, displaying a set of khaini stained uneven teeth. Kajol walked up to him and pushed up her breasts further in offering. Bhimu’s gaze fell. He stuck out a finger to touch a nipple and started toggling it like a switch. Then he repeated the procedure with the other nipple and gave it a mild tug. “Ahh..”, she exclaimed at the unexpected assault as a current ran through her. Her hands dropped down. By now, Bhimu was playing with both her breasts, kneading them, teasing them with deft touches. In no time, she became aware of the tightening of her areola and another gentle course of pleasure started building up. Unknown to herself, she started gasping more frequently. This lout apparently knew a thing or two of handling a female.

Bhimu looked at her and opened his mouth wide in appreciation. Immediately she caught the stench of whatever horrible stuff this servant was used to chewing. A little more of that and she knew she would vomit. She turned her head to the side feeling weak in her legs due to his masterful groping. Mercifully, he also had turned his face away and to her surprise, she found his lips on her nipples. Equally skillfully, he started sucking her nipples, cajoling them to rock hardness. A tremor was building up inside her and she gave up any pretense of control. As the orgasm hit her, she could bear no more and put her arms around his neck, holding him tight, asphyxiating him. He raised his face and put his lips on hers. She went berserk and kissed him back furiously over and over again, thrusting her tongue into his foul smelling mouth which he sucked gleefully. She was totally oblivious to anything other than the pleasure that had enveloped her and lost in the wild currents of desire …

“Enough”, came the small whisper and she descended back from heaven.

“Suck him Puss”, the Goddess commanded.

Her eyes widened. Dimly the realization hit her as to where she was and what she had been doing. She shot a look of pleading at the mistress. But Mrs. Bharadwaj’s eyes had no solace for her. She let out a deep sigh and turned back.

“Do it now”, came the command and she dropped to her haunches. Mechanically, her hands went to the knots of the dirty pajama that Bhimu had been wearing and she started undoing that. For an instant her gaze went to the swelling in the front. Then she had loosened the pajama. She put her hands inside at the waist and found the elastic band of the underwear. Deftly, she pulled down both. A very angry looking stubby penis bobbed up before her face. Simultaneously, the horrendous smell of his unwashed nether regions came as a blast. Involuntarily, the bile rose to her mouth and she ran to the nearby basin where she retched time and again till the spasm blew over. She washed her mouth and splashed water over her face a couple of times till she regained control. Then she walked back.

The mistress had been watching her. Without another prompt from her, she assumed her position before Bhimu and enveloped his cock in her mouth. It gave a twitch giving signs of coming to life. She loved that feeling. Encircling the base with her fingers she slowly brought it out and gave a kiss to the tip. Lovingly she caressed the organ with her lips and tongue. Bhimu had got excited. He grabbed her hair and yanked her face roughly over his crotch. Kajol could feel the tip slamming against her tonsils. She tried to back off a bit but his grip was strong. Slowly the cock began to enter her throat and she gagged. From afar she heard her mistress calling out to relax and let it go. With an effort, she managed that. Bhimu’s thrusts increased in tempo and she felt the saliva gushing out. ‘Gluck, gluck, gluck…’ he went on. Blood started pounding in her head and she felt faint. She knew she couldn’t go any further. Mercifully, Bhimu withdrew at the moment and before she realized her face was splattered by torrents of cum. Bhimu was breathing heavily and his cock was depositing a full load on her face. A spurt hit her eyes and she touched it with her fingers. The familiar smell and stickiness enveloped her and she watched as the cum started running over her chin to her chest. The sheer volume of Bhimu’s discharge amazed her as she compared him with Ramesh. She again felt a warm glow for the stubby cock in front of her. Though still erect, it had started to subside. She took it back into her mouth and began slurping. The taste and smell was very acute but she loved that. She gave a thorough lick up and only when it had became limp did she release it. Bhimu went away.

She now turned towards her mistress with a questioning look. How had she done? The smiling eyes of the Goddess gave her the answer. With her palm, she started spreading Bhimu’s cum all over her face, her chest and as a dare over her cunt as well. The eyes of the Goddesss widened in appreciation. In a couple of minutes, the cream had dried out and she observed the white flakes of cum coming out over her body. For the first time in her life, she had plastered cum over her body; and the cum belonged to a lowly servant who had ravaged her mouth. The whole show had taken place before her mistress and the novelty excited her beyond anything she had experienced before.


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Ramesh was held up at the office and came home after nine. That had enabled her to have a rest. God, how much she needed that! After the session with Bhimu, she had had a brief wash and returned home. There she went under the shower and thoroughly cleaned herself. Wrapping the towel around herself, she had stepped out of the shower and collapsed on the bed. The whole body was on fire courtesy the severe punishment dished out to her by the Goddess and her servant. Tenderly she ran a finger over a buttock. It burned to the touch. Making an effort she got up to get a skin lotion. She applied it liberally all over and again lied down. After a while, she placed a call to Ramesh who explained that he was going to be late tonight. She asked if he could get some chinese food on his way back and he said okay. Then she set the alarm on her mobile and drifted away to a heavy sleep.

An hour and half later she woke up and felt very refreshed. She looked at herself. God! She was still wearing the bath towel. Hastily, she went to the wardrobe and changed into a very light nightie. The lotion had done its work. Though still sore, the burning of the skin was almost gone. She tidied her hair. And then the bell rang. It was Ramesh.

He was tired. Wordlessly he handed over the carry away pack and started removing his shoes and clothes. Picking up a towel he made his way to the bathroom. Kajol understood that he was tired after a long day and so immediately started setting up dinner. Ramesh joined her at the dining table and started wolfing down the chowmin and chilly chicken soundlessly. She refilled his plate.

Halfway through, he put back the fork on the plate.

“Kajol!”, he called out.

“Yes?”, she looked at him.

“You look so beautiful today! What’s the matter?” He was smiling.

Kajol flushed. At last her husband was noticing her.

“Nothing yaar. It is your imagination only.”


With that she picked up the plates and made way to the kitchen. Half an hour later she returned to the bedroom to find him spread out on the bed. She approached his side and he pulled her to him making her land on his chest. Deftly, he tumbled her to a position below him. Kajol made a small grimace as her still hurting bums were roughly pressed against the mattress. He kissed her deep and drew back.

“Truly Kajo. You look very ravishing tonight.” With that he scrunched the nightie over her shoulders and took it off. He clutched on to her breasts.

“Ahhh!”, Kajol gasped and gently pushed him back. His touch had brought back the pain of Bhimu’s mauling.

Ramesh paused. He had a naughty smile on his lips.

“Kajo, I am sure you met someone special today.”

She matched him mischief for mischief.

“What if I did?”, she smiled back. “Do you mind?”

He kissed her again. “Ha ha! But only I can satisfy you fully.”

She looked at him again. A wild idea came to her.

“Just before you came I had fallen asleep. There was this guy with a thick stubby cock who came and put it in my mouth. Ummm, it was so delicious.”

She waited for his reaction.

He gripped her arms hard. There was a crazed look in his eyes. For a moment she was scared that she had mentioned something unthinkable. However, he said nothing. Then in an instant, he had slid back and put his mouth on her cunt. Without further ado, he started tonguing her furiously.

Kajol had lost count of the number of times she had an orgasm today. As Ramesh started eating her out, she put her fingers through his hair and pulled him further down. The familiar rainbows of bliss emerged before her. Sailing into the lands of delight, she wondered how it was possible that she could still manage to feel the pleasure and in fact how lucky she had been.


It was the perfect end to the perfect day!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mrs. Rao

It was Sunday morning and she was already dressed up when Kajol received the call from Mrs. Rao about the visit to the art gallery. She was apparently a couple of miles away from their apartment and would be arriving soon. No, Mr. Rao hadn’t come, in fact couldn’t – for he had some urgent reports to send to London. That’s what Mrs. Rao had conveyed on phone. And she and Ramesh had gone downstairs.


Mrs. Rao stepped out of the company limo and Ramesh greeted her and in turn introduced Kajol.

“Call me Lekha...”, she had said and Kajol’s eyes shot up for after all she was the boss’s wife.

“All my friends do that…” and Kajol forced a plastic smile to her face. This mannequin thin woman had a inch thick coat of make-up on her face. And God! She looked so old and sickly.

“Thank you Lekhaji, Sry I mean Lekha”, Kajol smiled brightly as the other woman clasped her hand.

Ramesh’s face was suddenly furrowed. “How come sir didn’t come. Should I call him to see if I could help him in the office?”

“Arre don’t bother. He specifically mentioned that it was some last minute report that the London office had misplaced or something like that. When I badgered him about backing out from today’s outing, he was so sorry and contrite and all that. Said that, he would like to join us the moment he becomes free.”

Now it was Ramesh’s turn to fidget. He made a small voice.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if both you ladies were without a man tagging along…” His voice started to falter. “You know, both of you could enjoy so much with each other…”

Mrs. Rao was perplexed, for her plan was working better than expected and she paused to give a suitable reply. But Kajol beat her to it. She laughed brightly and said

“You know Lekhaji, er Lekha … the real reason, sir is not coming and there is cricket on the tv.

“You rogue”, Mrs. Rao shouted in visibly mock anger at Ramesh. Her tight features than relaxed into a smile. “Go Ramesh! I will tell your sir that I purposely didn’t want you to come as I wanted to know Kajol better. Is it okay if we stay a little late?”

Ramesh bobbed his head furiously for he was already calculating the number of beer cans stacked in the fridge. How wonderful to have a couple of quality hours in front of the tv with no wife hovering around. He thanked Mrs. Rao profusely. He was already feeling so happy.

And the ladies had set off.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mrs. Rao (Srilekha)

Mrs. Rao was very knowledgeable in matters relating to painting and sculptures. She had once been a student of fine arts and could paint really well. However, when she had married Mr. Rao, she had made the hard decision of dedicating herself completely to her husband’s career. And back then, image consulting was in a very nascent stage and people had to be explained as to what it could achieve. The concept of ‘soft power’ was just about catching up in the west. Mr. Rao would be patiently explaining his presentation and indifferent customers would be yawning away. All that changed one day when he got a call from an influential politician’s chamcha that perhaps Madam could explain it better,… psst … … psst … …. hope you understand ... … netaji would be resting in his farmhouse during the weekend, … please consider, … if it is not very inconvenient .

That had been a difficult decision to make but in the end she had spent the weekend at the politician’s retreat. Surprisingly, all that the portly fellow wanted was to make her sit on his laps and run his hands over her hair. She had felt instant shame but gone through all the violations and Rao had been rewarded with a hefty contract. When she had returned home, she had bored her gaze at him and he had looked away. They never discussed what had taken place. Once the lachhman rekha had been crossed, there had been no looking back. She had slept with any number of potential clientele as well as the bosses of their farms as Rao’s career graph had started zooming up. The men she had entertained subsequently had been varied, from maudlin drunks to hardcore sadists who pressed burning cigarette butts on to her skin. She had borne with them all. And all pretense of a career in fine arts had been forgotten. In essence she had been a courtesan – a cultured whore for over a decade and Rao was eternally grateful to her. Rao’s success and the taste of luxury had dulled the pain – until, until the harsh reality hit them both. She couldn’t conceive any longer – a series of abortions had settled the issue. Never would she consider adopting - for she loved her husband too much and so cherished their shared dreams. She had lapsed into a dull and dark fog five years ago. There was no way out, except the silver lining in the shape of Kajol, a very healthy female of child bearing age. She had to have her husband’s baby through Kajol.

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They had walked through the various exhibits at the newly opened gallery and she had explained to the Kajol the finer points of each artifact and the young girl had been very receptive and appeared to possess a healthy appetite for learning things. After all, she was a doctoral student in social sciences. Mrs. Rao had been elated at their choice of this young woman who no doubt had a fertile womb ready to welcom her husband’s seed when the time came. Both ladies had in fact bonded very well so much so that neither had noticed when three hours had passed in the galleries. Finally they had come out into the mild winter sun.

“Hungry Kajol?” Mrs. Rao smiled.

“Yes Lekha”. Kajol smiled back.

They linked their arms together and walked to the nearby pricey restaurant where she had already booked a table. It was a circular one and they sat facing each other. When the waiter arrived, Mrs. Rao nonchalantly ordered a very expensive bottle of white wine. Small talks were going on and half the glasses had been emptied. Kajol was beginning to experience a faint buzz. Mrs. Rao was smiling.

“Tell me, how long have you been married?”

“Two years, next to next month”, Kajol said taking another sip.

“And how do you find Ramesh?”

Kajol took another large sip. She was beginning to like the feeling of alcohol coursing through her after previous couple of hours of loitering in the art gallery. Mrs. Rao seemed to be such a jolly sport. She decided to be risqué.

“He is okay….just that he lacks imagination.”

“You mean in the nighttime ventures”, Mrs. Rao said with a straight face.

They locked their eyes for a moment and then started laughing loudly.

When the laughter had subsided, Mrs. Rao put a hand on Kajol’s wrist and adopted a grave tone.

“It is the duty of us women to keep our saandhs on their tether.”

Kajol nodded equally gravely while taking another refill of her glass. Then they burst out into laughter once again. Somewhere, she was beginning to realize that the liquor had gone to her head and that she was losing control. Strangely she didn’t seem to mind.

A shadow loomed over them and her jaws fell. There was Mr. Rao standing in the middle and he was grinning broadly, the proverbial 32 out showing.

“My, my, my, …”, he said still smiling while with pushing down Kajol back to her seat when she was half making an effort to rise. “What a lovely scene, hope I didn’t interrupt anything. By the way, where is Ramesh?”

“Now you leave him alone”, Mrs. Rao shot back. “You have no business to call him on a Sunday. And we are not exactly two schoolgirls who need chaperoning.”

Kajol started giggling at the comparison with schoolgirls. Mrs. Rao backed away a step and folded his hands in mock apology. Then turning around he beckoned the waiter for another chair. Settled between the two of them, he ordered himself a bottle of scotch and immediately downed the first couple of pegs.

The conversation flew gaily with Mr. Rao alternating between refilling their glasses, teasing his wife and praising Kajol’s dress sense, her choice of minimal make-ups and she had become very easy in his presence and even laughed at some of his risqué jokes while Mrs. Rao stared angrily. But it was all in good test and she was enjoying it all. Suddenly, she sensed a feel on her thigh and for an instant the thought ran through her that perhaps there was something not in order. Then she felt the movement on her thigh and knew that it was indeed Mr. Rao who was now massaging her thigh. In the haze of alcohol fumes, her mind immediately connected it with the oil massage given by Bhimu, just a couple of days back. How she had enjoyed that session at the mistress’s house. Her face broke into a slow smile at that thought and Mr. Rao who was exploring the smooth fabric over her legs smiled back at her and his hand shot up further. Kajol knew what was coming but she had no qualms now. Already currents of pleasure had started to emanate from deep down there. She took a deep breath.

Then she opened her legs wide under the table. The prey had now invited the predator in. Mr.Rao’s experienced fingers found their mark. They were now on her cunt lips and commenced a slow circulatory motion. Kajol closed her eyes, anticipating the pleasant waves building up…

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mr. (Anand Mohan) Rao
“Anand my darling! I am so proud of you”, Mrs. Rao said as she clung to him inside their house. She gave him a tight hug and started kissing his face all over.

“Lekha, Lekha dear”, Mr. Rao held out his hands gesturing for a breather. He had just opened a door and no sooner had both of them entered when she had jumped onto him.

True, it had been a very successful move. First his deliberate absence from their mutual outing program, then Lekha making Kajol drunk in the restaurant, his appearance thereafter and touching her inappropriately and she in turn responding in her inebriated state. It was almost too easy. Kajol had opened her legs wide and allowed free access to his wandering hand. He had been equally deft. Slowly he had started massaging circular patterns on her thigh widening the reach ever slowly. Despite her intoxicated state she had been very well aware of what his hand was upto under the tablecloth. Suddenly, she had opened her legs wide and he had homed in at once. Over the smooth fabric, he rubbed the flesh underneath, slowly and very deliberately. Kajol leaned back on her chair, her head laid back and eyes closed. Her body had started responding to the familiar signals…

He had glanced at Lekha and given her a slow wink. “Excuse me”, she said and made a movement towards the toilet. Midway she changed her stride and moved towards the toilet. Mr. Rao now had Kajol all to himself. He started attacking her crotch furiously. “Uffh!”, a small moan escaped Kajol’s lips as the fingers had touched over her inner lips. The sensation was delicious. She shut her eyes tight to savor the moment. Unwittingly, she started to push her pelvis forward to meet the intruding finger and the repeated contacts ignited a small fire within. Dimly she became aware that all this was happening below the table cloth and seated as they were in a corner, there was total privacy. She gave herself up completely. Lord! It was so damned nice and the experience so novel to her. She didn’t want to open her eyes at all. Let him do as he pleased.

But he had withdrawn his hand suddenly. She became aware of the sudden stop and opened her eyes in disappointment. Mr. Rao had straightened up on his chair and Lekha was yet to return. She sought him a questioning look.

He moved aside the glass before him and leaned over the table, arms crossed. A slow smile played on his lips. Gesturing with a finger he beckoned her towards him. She hunched over closer. Deliberately, he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. Then he had moved his lips forward and whispered.

“You are so enchanting dear. How I wish we were all alone.”

Kajol’s cheeks reddened at the compliment. She blushed a smile. Mr. Rao’s lips moved back from her ear – all along her cheek to her lips, where they rested briefly. It was a quick peck.

“Later, dear!”, he had said and she looked down in embarrassment. He hooked his thumb up and at this signal, Lekha had walked back and taken her seat. Over some desultory talks, they had had a lunch and later they had dropped Kajol back at her house. On the way back home, he had given Lekha a sketch of what had happened and she had beamed. True that one day she would have his child albeit through a different woman.

Home inside, and finally extricating himself from Lekha, Mr. Rao had made a dash for the loo for his innards were howling for relief. On the commode, he went through the day’s happenings. Kajol was just one step away from capture. There was something about the saucy wench that stirred his loins. Dismayed, he watched his member growing while he was still on the potty. The problem was how to get to her alone and that too behind Ramesh’s back. “Eureka!”, he had found the solution. It was the oldest trick in the book. Send the boy abroad on a client business and that was that. It was so simple. And he, Anand Mohan Rao was after all the country head of operations and that meant that he had it in his powers to send a subordinate out of station for sufficient time in order to seduce his young wife.

Mr. Rao smiled in contentment.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Prof. (Dinesh) Bharadwaj
Prof. Bharadwaj had the whip in his hand. It was special, for when used properly, it could inflict considerable pain without leaving the tell tale marks. He had originally kept it as a memento from the old castle near Jodhpur, where he had been to on a study tour during his student days.

Later on he had discovered other uses, as he was doing now … Made from pure leather that was immaculately waxed periodically, its ends forked out like the tail of a centipede. Like the painful sting of that insect’s tail, the fork could force multiply the pain when it landed on bare flesh with a slight flick. There would be no mark, however. It was the ideal instrument for pain, very rarely used in their games. Today was however an exception and she would be the recipient. She choked a sob.

He swished it in the air and Mrs. Bharadwaj who sat on the floor backed away with a involuntarily, eyes shut. For a moment she tried to wrench back her wrists that were bound to the bedpost but it was more of a helpless reflex action. The bonds were very secure. Silent tears started coursing down.

“So? You make a slave-bitch of one of my students without my knowledge.” His voice was low, but the menace underlying was unmistakable. Her heart started racing. How had he discovered? Certainly, the dimwit Bhimu would not have thought about mentioning it on his own. In all their bdsm games, the participants had been slaves common to both of them. But something about the looks of Kajol, had stirred an unknown sentiment inside her. That was a pure spirited free woman whom she was beginning to love despite the kinks. However, she also wanted to shield her away from the monster of her husband, who to all outward appearance was the typical absent minded gentle lover. But she had known him better.

Swoosh! Before she knew, she was jerking furiously at her tied knots. The tail of the whip had caught at her midriff and a flame of agony seared through her. She saw the raised hand and the whip coming down again and there was nothing she could do. Her mouth opened despite herself and she started crying loudly. Her bawling had no effect on her monster husband. The stings landed periodically and she convulsed each time, her streaming nose, tears and saliva all blending together.

“Don’t bother trying to find out who told me. It was Puja.”

Through the haze of pain, she remembered how she had treated Puja, the junior lecturer in his department. She had been a good slave before and had submitted readily to both of them. However, when the humiliations had increased and she was told to be a fucktoy for one of his friends, the girl had developed cold feet. Bharadwaj wouldn’t relent however. Moreover, being a temporary employee, he held the key to her continuous employment. After her meeting with Puja at the university, she had arrived for one more orgy where she had licked everyone’s feet like a dog and naked that too. Later on, she had been commanded to lie on the floor with arms and legs opened wide. Someone had inserted a vibrator into her cunt and before she knew, it had been switched to full power. The sight of her thrashing on the floor in pure joy-agony had drawn applause from the onlookers. Later she had been ordered to stand up and the vibrator inserted full into her rectum. A brief shadow had crossed her face but that was all the reaction, that she had demonstrated. Still impaled on the vibrating toy, she had carried around the drinks and eatables all around. When it had been time for the guests to leave, she had prostrated fully before each, her hair flying outward over to the guest’s feet and professed her gratitude for being given the opportunity to serve them. After all the guests had departed, Bharadwaj had asked her to suck him for an hour which she complied with even though he ejaculated twice in her mouth. The rules were very clear. She had to do whatever he wanted her to or else she could kiss goodbye to the steady monthly income from the temporary junior lecturer’s job. Given the present day job market, she had opted to stay.

It was obvious that she had disclosed to Bhradwaj about Puja. After all, it was Puja who had introduced Kajol to her! It was a no-brainer. Why didn’t she think of this before? And what would the monster now do to Kajol now. He was her guide too in the doctoral program.

A couple more of the blows and Mrs. Bharadwaj had no time to think about Kajol anymore. She bore through his whipping, convulsing and sobbing. A long, long time later she heard the whip being thrown away.

“Bhimu”, the professor spoke softly and the manservant appeared immediately.

“Shag on her face”, he commanded further.

Without any further thought, Bhimu walked over to where his tearful malkin sat still tied to a bed post. Hurriedly he brought out his penis and started jerking the foreskin back and forth before her face. It took nearly ten minutes and she had to endure the foul odour of his unwashed crotch right before her nose. Were she not so spent from the beating, she would probably had vomited there itself. However, Bhimu’s face had started to contort and his breathing grown laborious. The stubby looking penis was now all primed up and the discharge hit her with a full blast. Bhimu’s directed his cum to all parts of her face and some stuck to her hair. The copious thick stream started running down her face and dropped to the floor. Bhimu was entering the last phase of his ejaculation and at another command from the professor, he wiped the tip on her lips. Then he tucked his member inside and left.

“You stay in this position till the morning”, the professor spoke to her, “ will teach you to think a hundred times before doing something behind my back.”

He had turned and left. Mrs. Bharadwaj, lowered her head down in her cramped position. There was nothing she could do till she was freed in the morning. And all night, she would have the sticky cum of that unwashed servant on her face with its revolting smell. She relapsed into further sobs.



There was a long night ahead of her.