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Once read somewhere that the voyeuristic tendencies tend to develop if you watch too much explicit and sexual content in your life.
Perhaps that would explain why I always fantasized about seeing my wife or girlfriend with another guy. Not be cuckolded, as my ego woudn’t have that, but give her the freedom to do as she pleases, while I take a backseat and watch her performance.

“Hotwifing dear, that’s what they call it.” My voice shaky, as I couldn’t think about how she would react as she comes to know of this weirdness.
“Hmm” she replied. Surely she is going to think I’m a weirdo. Let me introduce both of us first.

I’m Samarth, 27 and grinding myself through the corporate world.  She is Parul, 25 and in the same industry as mine, just a different company.
We both were in the same batch in college, and although she didn’t even look twice at me initially, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her smile. Those flashy-pearl white perfect teeth.  Enclosed by her sweet soft lips giving her such a lively smile.  Those eyes and smile made many guys to become her special friend, as is the case even now. It also helped that she had a very jovial, fun and loving nature. You could just feel at ease whenever you’re around her. And I was the exact opposite. Moody, Silent and keeping to myself. Only few people on this good earth know what a hoot I can be once I get going. Lucky me, that Parul is one of them.

She has a dusky skin tone, but that accentuated her beauty even more. Over the past 4 years of our relationship, she has also gained appropriate weight in the right areas, making her a curvy Savita Bhabhi type, without being a Bhabhi.

“Sammy”, that’s what she fondly called me by. “Yaar, how will you be able to see me do it with another guy, will it not hurt you seeing your love getting touched by someone else.” This is a fine point, raised in countless sex stories all over the net. What makes this pain worthwhile?

“If I was that insecure, would you think I would have let you stay in touch with so many of your exes?”.  I was not the type who would put boundaries on his better half. That didn’t mean I let her whore herself out to the world, but I had learnt from a very true fact of life is this. Our wives, girlfriends, mistresses etc. are all like sand-grains. The more you try to tighten your grip around them, the more they escape. And at last you would be left with an empty hand.

“But I can’t even imagine you with someone else.  I’ve told you this from the start.  Once I let you in my life, I’m all you’re ever gonna get. If you even think that by telling me this fantasy of yours, I’ll also give you permission to do hanky panky with others then you’re gravely mistaken.”
I never entertained the thought of other girls. Although I did ocassionally did get those friendly second, third looks from girls, I never acted on them. Not only was Parul my love, but also a very good friend. There was nothing I could have wanted more from my partner.

After giving her my assurance that no such duplicitous thought has come to my mind, I asked her, “To kya socha phir? “

“Let me think about it.”

It’s on now. I thought to myself.
 

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Parul had been with a couple of guys before me. Nothing physical other than hand holding in public areas, but before we started our relation, she had come clean on everyone of her exes. Most of them were just friends, the facebook ones were she could keep the safety of distance and the thrill of chatting up the other gender.


I had my suspicion that she must have gotten physical with atleast someone, but couldn’t muster the courage to tell me. But that is all in the past, even if she has then it shouldn’t define our future together. And moreover, I had been with different girls in the past as well. And I also told her everything and she accepted it all with an open mind.

The first few months I was restricted to only hugging her and touching her face and arms, but slowly the fire started building up in both of us. We used to sit in park benches after class. She nuzzle into my neck and cheeks, gave soft peck on them. It used to arouse me so much but all I could do at that time was hug her tightly. But she started noticing the bulge in my pants. She knew that the touch of her smooth, dusky skin caused all sorts of tingle sensation in me. I keep telling her that her dusky tone and her smile give her a “DESI GIRL” vibe. Sort of Zoe Saldana mixed with Deepika Padukone. But better than both. Then one day we decided to go for a movie together. I had decided that day that I would explore her, come what may. I booked the wall corner ticket, and we went for the morning show. It was the go to show for college couples who needed the safety and privacy. More often these days, public parks were becoming hotspots for anti-social elements.

The movie started and about 20 mins. Into it, she pulled my arms and pulled me closer against her. I leaned in and kissed her soft cheeks. She looked into my eyes and asked “Promise you won’t leave me.” I said the only thing I could. “Never.” Not because I wanted to get into her pants. Which I did. But because it was true. She is a beautiful, kind and gentle soul and I could only thank my stars that she chose me as her partner. She gave a small peck on my lips.

I parted my lips but she pulled her head back into a NO. Was it my smell? I asked her. She just said she had never French Kissed anyone. Then I asked her to let me be the lucky one.

I leaned into her one more time and put my lips on hers. She parted her lips and I rolled my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues met each other and there it was, the first time I tasted my lovely Parul. Her saliva was running into mine, our tongues rolling back and forth. She put her hand on the back of my head pulled me into her. I started sucking her lower lips as she kept playing with my tongue. We did this for another 5 mins. And now the bulge in my pants had turned into a full on hard-on. My hands went to her waist and I undid the cardigan buttons of her. She tilted her head into a NO but I just kept looking at her, pulling her soft lips with mine gently. I pulled her shirt first, then her inner vest till I reached her soft tummy. It was so soft that I kept running my hands over on it, caressing her belly button. She jerked a little and shivered. I guess that was her first orgasm with me. My hands kept going north of her stomach until I felt a soft fabric which I undoubtedly knew what it was.

She held my hand in a firm grip and that was the first time I also realized she not just some “ABLA NAARI”, this girl has strength in her. She firmly said NO.

I looked into her eyes and said “We’ve been together for little more than 2 months, you’ve trusted me enough to let me taste you. You keep brushing your tight body against mine in the parks and I still control myself. Let me do this. I’ve waited to taste these for very long.”

Maybe it was my words that flattered her, maybe it was the situation we were in, but her grip loosened on my wrist. But she still didn’t let go. My fingers made their way to the outer curves of her bra, and with my other hand I pulled up her shirt to her upper chest to reveal what lay underneath. I looked around, there was no one in our row, or two rows behind us. There was a couple in front of our row, but they busy smooching each other to mind us any attention.

I focused on her. Parul was uncomfortable now. Look on her face was clear that I was the first guy to see her like this. She was wearing a white bra that had black borders all around. But what they held within them was two medium pear shaped breasts. I pulled down one cup and it revealed to me a dark, choclate areola and a nipple begging to get sucked on. I looked at her face and she was not looking me. In fact, she had turned her face sideways. I knew she was not enjoying this. I brought my face closer to those beautiful pears. She smelled so wonderful. It fired all the nerves in my brains. I opened my mouth and put the little nipple in it. I kept sucking on it while my other hand went inside the other cup and started feeling the weight of them. They felt so soft and tender. I put the entire areola in my mouth, looking into her eyes. She just looked into my eyes once, turned her face and said “I guess this is enough.” I decided to stop and not push my luck any further. I just gave a soft peck on both cleavage, pulled her shirt down. Buttoned up her cardigan again and sat beside her.
 
She sat still for the rest of the movie, occasionally looking over into her phone screen. She neither spoke nor asked anything. At interval I asked her if she would’ve liked something to eat and she just shaked her head into a NO.
Maybe I had crossed my limits. Maybe I have pushed my luck too much today. Maybe she will rethink about being with me. All sorts of thought came to me.

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“Baby, I had said that’s enough not I GUESS that’s enough. I wanted you to stop right there and then and would have slapped you if you hadn’t.” Parul said, with her usual jovial manner. She was always to the point. No here and there, just cut right to the chase.

We were discussing our first taste of each other which happened 17 months ago over the phone. We were both on our way to our office in the morning, she in her car and I in the metro. She had urged her parents to let her buy a car for herself, and they had to give in, which they always did. That is one more feature of Parul, she can convince you to kill yourself. Or stay adamant if you don’t relent. Most of the times, it worked in her favor.

“You know, maine soch lia tha”. She continued. “After the movie, when we went to college in the second half, I had made up my mind to tell this scoundrel that either you keep your distance from me or we can go our separate ways.”

“Scoundrel? You thought I was a scoundrel for sucking on your juicy breasts?” I asked her.

“Oye, that was the first time anybody other than my parents had seen my breasts. What did you think would go through my mind, huh? Waise bhi, you suck them so hard it is equal to rat-bite”.

“So a rat has bitten you on your breasts? Lucky bastard” I asked her, knowing what was to come on the other end.

“Kam Bolo, it was a figure of speech, anyways you’ve played with them so much that they’ve doubled in size. You know my sister and mother keep taunting me saying I should keep them in check otherwise my husband won’t be able to handle your weight.” Parul retorted.

“But your weight is still the same, only the right places have grown to my liking, and others too I believe.”  I said. “Yeah, Vinay can’t maintain eye contact whenever I speak to him.” Vinay was her senior in office. Almost 10 years older than her, but she had mentioned how he steal glances at her and would often stare at her breasts and ass.

“But you don’t even dress that provocatively, it’s always trousers and a shirt or the traditional salwar suit.” I wondered what made these guys drool so much when there was hardly any skin show. “Beta, tarika hota hai, it’s not just skin show which excites men. They want more what they can’t see and let their imagination fill in the blanks. Waise bhi, Sajid makes sure I stay safe. He’s quite the protective one you know.”

My eyebrows raised a bit, I asked, “Sajid means your office boy? The one who handles the pantry and stuff?”. “Yeah baby” Parul continued, “I have seen on multiple occasions he goes out of his way to help me. Warned me about Vinay long before I started noticing his lecherous stares, also often would stay back after office hours just so that he could accompany me to the car. Quite a kind heart he has you know.” She knew she was teasing me by saying this.

I was aware of Sajid. He was an office boy at Parul’s organization and had heard from her that he watched out for her. She used to speak to Sajid, albeit as a colleague and she would mention how he would keep smiling looking at her, occasionally checking her out but all the time maintaining a safe distance so as to  not make her feel unsafe.

“Isn’t he 2 years younger than you?”
 
“3. But still I guess he likes me. I may even think he loves me based on how much protective he really gets for me. Do you know he started arguing with Nitin that other day when he was arguing with me. That moron didn’t even think he could lose his job for something like this. But he doesn’t care. That’s what I like about him.”
“Oh so you’ve started liking him as well now.” This was getting somewhere.

“Kya hua jalan ho rahi hai kya? Tum hi to bol rhe thi that you wanted to see me with another guy.”

So she has thought about my fantasy. It had been a week since I started this topic with her.

“But isn’t he too young for you?” Somewhere in my mind I didn’t think that would be a problem, but I wanted to see how she would react.
“So when did I say I’m ready for this? I’m just teasing you baby. Anyways I have reached office so will call you in the afternoon. Bye Love You”

I too was about to reach my office, but the thought about possibly Parul trying something like my fantasy did excite me greatly.

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Parul belonged to a traditional Baniya family, who were strict about inter-caste marriage plans. Although I was a , her parents had still conveyed that they wanted a Baniya groom only. We both didn’t lose hope, and took strength from the fact that my family loved Parul and couldn’t wait to get us married.


We both decided to finish our courses and start earning. Both of us climbed the ladder quickly and are doing reasonably well for ourselves. The only thing that remains is to get married.

Which is why acting on this erotic fantasy was not only thrilling but also weird knowing that most couples who do swap, cuckold or even hotwife are married and have been for a couple of years. But in our case, we were thinking about trying it before we even got engaged. This could result in all sorts of horrible ways.
I kept thinking through all of this and the workday passed by in a jiffy.

Our preferred mode of communication was calls in the morning in the afternoon and morning and Whatsapp in the evening and night. She had to mind her parents as they too kept an eye on her, noticing if she planning to elope with me. But we were not going to try anything like. We both knew that the tides were turning in our favor. Parul’s younger brother, although initially hesitant, was now in favor of our marriage and so was her younger sister.
Even Parul’s mother was fond of me. But it was her obtuse Father who was not relenting.

“Ha wo sab so gye” Parul typed, remarking her parents were fast asleep and we could chat away. We started our nightly routine of chatting away for 4-5 hours which we started from our early dating days. We both sacrificed our sleep so we could know each other better. It is because of that level of going out of our ways to understand the other person, that our relation has managed to stay strong even after so many fights, miscommunications and anger outbursts. Mainly from my end.

“So how was work today” I asked her.  Her answers were the same usual. But one thing struck which got the conversation flowing in the direction I wanted.

“Sajid gifted me coffee mug today.” She said.

“Gifted? He’s giving you gifts now?” “It’s now like he bought it for me. He took stock of the pantry today and saw there unopened new coffee mugs in boxes so gave one to me. At least that’s what he said now if he bought it for me then what can I do? Hold On, I’ll send you a pic.”

She sent me the mug image. It was a simple white coffee mug and had a small kitty with red hearts printed on it.“So you’re a jungli billi for him now?” I joked.

“LOL He says he hasn’t spoken to many females her in the office and I’m the first one who replies or takes the time to speak to him. You know the other’s just consider him an office boy so just don’t pay him any attention.” Parul remarked.
“But you do, right?” 

“Sammy, you know how I am. I don’t think anyone is beneath me nor do I let anyone think they are above me.”  She was right. That was my Parul. It was this pure heart that won me over.

“So how does he look?” I wanted to gauge if she has noticed more than she has let on.

P : He looks good. Like all boys do in his age.

S : Boy? Is he underage or something?

P : No but he is 3 years younger than me. No more than 21 I believe.

That was one think he had over me. I always looked older than I was.

P : Can I ask you something if you don’t mind?

S : Sure go ahead.

P : Shall I make him my friend? If you give me permission.

S : Of course you can babe, you know what I want to see right?

P : Talk is cheap mister, would you really be able to see me with someone else?

Now we were talking. Things were taking a turn for the better (or worse).

S : Parul, you know how difficult it was for me to even tell you about this fantasy? I trust you and have enough confidence in our love.

P: See, I understand and know that. But I’ve never imagined something like this. The day you told me about it, I thought how could you even imagine something like that but you have to realize nothing is more important than this relationship.

S : That is reasonable. Tell me how is this Sajid guy? Do you think you can have a hold over him and not the other way around?

P : Sammy you took care of me all this time, now that I work here and you’re not here, Sajid does make me feel at ease. The other day Nitin made a joke about my work and Sajid started arguing with him until he apologized. He not only makes sure that I eat and drink on time, but he really goes out of his way to make me at ease.

S : Sounds like he’s in love with you.

P : Yes, he kind of is. That is why I think I can control him. But about the fantasy part. It’s good that you told me but I don’t think if I can let another guy touch me. I’m sorry but you’re the one allowed to do that baby.

S : Parul, I’m going to be with you regardless of what you decide. But if you want this Sajid thing to be something, then you’ll have to get a little more closer to him than you’ve been with your exes.

P : And what would that involve?

S : Hugging, kissing, letting him touch you etc.

P : Kissing? Yuck no. He’s a '..

S : Are they not humans?

P : They are. Sammy I didn’t mean it like that. See all this requires me to be comfortable with him. Let me start this and see if he is even worth all this.

S : Okay. So how long do you think it would take for him to give you a sloppy smooch?

P : Smooch? LOL if he’s really that good then even it would take him more than 2 years to even get a peck from me.

S : Could take him less too?

P : It could.

Parul was now into a teasing mode. I also wanted to see how far I could push this topic.

S : So you’ll tell me the details of everything right?

P : Will do don’t worry about that.

S : Will you click a pick if he holds your hand?

P : Yup. It has be natural otherwise he might suspect.

S : Will you record your first kiss with him and show me.

P : If that happens, and that’s a big IF, then yes.

S : Will you fuck him like you fuck me ?

P : NO. That is something I would not risk at all.

S : Okay baba, there’s time for everything I guess.

P : Hmm, so you really want me to do this?

S : Yeah, it would be fun.

P : So like I can go on bike rides with him without telling you?

S : Ummm, you could tell me you’re going and go.

P  : Yeah that can be done too. Seriously what to say yaar, you’re giving me the freedom to hang with another guy.

S : I know I give too much.

P: hehe seriously love you babe. You’re letting me be a gf to someone else. Love You So Much. TC. Bye GN.

Girlfriend of someone else? Did I agree for that? She went offline and I wondered how it would all go. Would it end up being one of the most exciting things we’ve ever done or would it end up as me being left heartbroken as to why I started this?

My sleep was broken by the alert tone of a message. It was Parul. I must have slept for long. It was her daily Good Morning message with a photo.
I opened it to see the picture of a young guy, probably 21, wearing jacket and posing in the stairs. He looked okay, with a light beard and wheatish skin tone. He looked thin but you could make out that he did hit the gym.
Parul’s message came again

P : Good morning baby, did you see the pic?

S : GM. Is he the one who is going to have an affair with my Parul?

P : Yes. So what do you think?

S : He looks okay-ish.

P : I know. Nothing compared to you. Sending you some pics.

Parul sent me a couple of selfies of herself at her desk, which she usually does. Then came a couple of photos clearly clicked by someone else, as she was posing.
The office seemed to be quite empty. How early had she come?
Parul was looking beautiful in a cream-brown sweater that hugged her body and showed her curves and a tight trouser which accentuated her ass curves.
I asked her did Sajid clicked these photos to which affirmatively replied.
I said Good Start and got out of the bed. Not knowing what the future entails………….
 

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Parul had a way with words. Like I mentioned earlier, she could sway you and convince you to kill yourself. But she never misused this oratory power.
We both got busy in our work but in the evening I got a message from her.
“He’s asked me if I want to come to Domino’s with him. I declined but I took a rain check.”
I wondered why she decline and even asked her?
“Not so quickly babe. Let him wait a while. It has to look natural otherwise he will become suspicious.” So she did think he’s a smart cookie then huh?
“He’s not a dumbass either Sammy.” She retorted.
Well she didn’t think lowly of him then. We did our nightly routine of finishing up our household work, then chatted a bit and fell asleep. My sweet dreams was broken by the sound of my phone hissing its message tone.

It was Parul.

“Good Morning Baby.”

I replied back and wished her the same. “I’m with Sajid. Drinking Tea together.”

My eyes opened up wide and I said “Great, send pics if possible.” She said okay. A few minutes later I received a photo from her. It was a selfie. Parul was standing in the front, with a cup of tea in her hand, looking beautiful in bun and kohl-eyes and behind her was Sajid, smiling and showing his gutkha-stained teeths. She was smiling and looking genuinely happy, wearing a long overcoat in this chilly weather. They were outside the office , that I could clearly make out.

I freshened up and messaged her. “When did you guys decide to have tea in the morning?”
“He called me and asked if I liked tea in the morning and I said yes, who doesn’t.”
She sent me another pic in the meanwhile. It was Parul and Sajid’s selfie. She had let her hair loose, with her same kohl-eyed eyes and magnetic smile. She was wearing a red dotted shirt which hugged her tight frame and one could clearly make out her large breasts in them. What was suprising was that even Sajid was wearing a shirt of the very same design. Red dotted shirt.

She said that the HR dept. thought we both had planned to wear the same kind of shirt but we denied and said it was just a coincidence.
My girl, in these two pics, was looking as happy and as radiant as ever. I went about my business waiting if something else would take place in the day. In the afternoon I messaged her, like always “Had Lunch?”

“Yes, Sajid brought something special for me. Chhole and Bhature. You know I love those.”


Apparently Sajid knew that she loved it as well. “Yeah I believe he guessed it and guessed it quite good. Anyways he again asked me If I would like to come to Domino’s with him and I said yes. Hope it’s okay with you.”

“Yeah sure, whatever keeps it moving forward.” I said.

“Thank you baby.” She seemed genuinely happy. In the evening after work, I messaged her asking where she was. “With Sajid, going to Domino’s on his bike, will talk to you later.” Now that was interesting as Parul could’ve travelled on her car but she chose to ride with him on his bike. I just let it play out to see what is about to come. I didn’t receive any message from her except a “Reached Home “ message about 2 hours later. She just messaged Good Night talk to you tomorrow and went offline. All manners of thought came to my mind. Why was she so tired that she couldn’t even message me for a few minutes. Did she touch him anywhere when they were on the bike? Did he purposely brake his bike to feel her large pear shaped breasts? Did he put his hands on her smooth skin in Domino’s? Did anything else happen that my stupid mind can’t even fathom now?  I had too many questions that needed answering but all I had was “talk to you in the morning?
 
 



 
 

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I was woken up by Parul‘s call in the morning. She sounded quite cheerful.

“Hi baby, Good Morning.” She said.

“Good Morning. Thought you must be tired as you we didn’t speak last night.”

“Yeah just too much workload was to be handled.”

“We’re still talking about office work right? Not any other funny business?”

“Why? Don’t you want your GF to let her hair down and have a little fun huh?” she teased.

“You know Parul I won’t stop you from having a fun time, but atleast keep me in the loop na.”

“You’re in the loop, baby. Acha pucho kya puchna hai?”

“What happened last evening? You guys went to Domino’s on his bike?”

“I drove his bike. You know na for how long I’ve wanted to drive one.”

“And how did he come there?”

“He came with another friend of his on another bike.”

“Another friend of Sajid? How many people know that two are friends?”

“Don’t worry hun. He introduced me as his friend.”

The thought of my love, my girlfriend of two years being introduced as someone’s friend, also a single one at that give some tingling sensation between my loins. It really is quite exciting to do the things that are taboo. It makes the whole journey that much more stimulating.

“Are you sure it will be okay?”

“Bharosa rakh meri jaan. I told you I’ve got this.” I’ll call you during lunch time.

I did trust Parul with all my soul. But somehow things have started to materialize which are no longer controlled by me. In erotica stories, particularly the cuckold ones, this is the part where the seduction begins. The bull tries to impress the lady in all sorts of manner. The lady rebuffs his advances as mere childish plays, but deep down starts developing this little hint of a taboo desire of fun. All the while the husband/boyfriend thinks about what is happening and what could happen and keeps jerking his dick off to eternity.

But this is not one of those stories. Atleast that’s what I told myself.

“Baby, Sajid jawab maang raha tha.” I got a message from Parul during lunch hours.

“Jawab? What jawab? What was the question?”

“He proposed me to be his girlfriend.”

“LOL what? And what did you say?”

“What could I say other than the obvious?”

“So you said No.”

“No"

“Then?”

“I said give me time, I’ve only started hanging out with you for a couple of days. Let me know you better.”

“Are you sure about this Parul?”

“What else could I say? You wanted me to do this if I say NO now he will stop talking to me. Would you want that?”

She had a point. Like always. Telling him No directly would put our little fantasy plans on hold for a long time. She did buy herself some time to plan our next move.
“You know I’m in the Loo and he’s waiting outside for me.”

“What? Why?” 

“He’s sort of protective of me like that. He overheard some time ago that some of the workers in the basement tend to peep through the keyhole so he just stands there outside whenever I’m in to make sure no one else does.”

“Seriously? That’s quite thoughtfull of him. So what have you planned next?” I needed to know what was going on in that mind of hers.
“I’ll tell you in at night. I’ve got to go now. Bye, Love You Baby.”

She hung and I wondered whether Sajid had started developing genuine feelings for Parul. But who could blame the fellow.Parul was a sweet, affable girl and was quite good looking at that as well.

But one thing was making me feel uneasy, that if Sajid’s feelings are truly genuine and if he does get involved physically with Parul, would knowing that she already has a boyfriend sort of push him over the edge. You can never tell with these young guys. One moment they could be the best lovers and the very next they are the jilted exes throwing acid on the paramours. But all these factors can also be applied to me. What if Parul indeed does start developing a soft spot for him? What if that soft spot keeps growing to the point that she can longer have feelings for me?
Later in the day I got a message on Whatsapp. It was a photo sent by Parul. I opened it up to see that it was a selfie of Parul. Sajid was beside her. They both were leaning in to each other in a casual manner, their heads bumping into each other while smiling but he refrained from touching her. What my eyes couldn’t shake off was that this was tight shirt that she was wearing, which clearly outlined her big C cup breasts all the way to her flat tummy. And she had her top two buttons open and one could make out the hint of the cleavage forming. Wow, she really looked hot.

“Message me in the night.” I replied back.

“What happened? Didn’t you like it?” came her reply.

I didn’t respond after that. I started getting those jittery nerves that the cuckold in all those stories I kept reading used to get. Those emotions of my girl getting out of my hands. But why? Nothing has even happened till now. And Parul is doing this all because she loves me so much that she wants to fulfill my fantasy. I decided that I had to calm my nerves before I spoke to her in the night. I took the route to the closest Wine & Beer store nearby my office. Bought a half of Old Monk and decided to booze up for the night.

“Hey baby, where are you? Are you alright?”

I couldn’t tell Parul or even let her hint that I was drunk. She didn’t like it if I did it without her and liked it even less if I drank and didn’t tell her before hand. Sort of felt to her that she had not control on me. But why would you want to control your love. Too many questions alcohol brings up.

“I’m fine, just feeling a bit under the weather.”

“Have you taken any medicine? It’s okay if you want you take rest.”

“I have taken some paracetamol, but we do need to speak.”

“Tell me Sammy what’s wrong.”

“Nothing, it’s just that we haven’t met in a while, need to see you hug you.”

“Baby I miss you too. You know Sajid has started to suspect that there might be someone else as well in my life.”

“How?”

“Sometimes I keep remembering the things you used to say or do and would just sit silently and he notices me being quiet and comes to my cabin with tea or coffee to cheer me up.”

“Parul, can I ask you something?”

“Yes baby please do.”

“Don’t you think he’s getting too emotional for you.?”

“Sammy, can I say something.”

“Go ahead.”

“If I have to do this, I have to give him time and let him get a little emotional for me. Otherwise I won’t be able to have the kind of control on him that I desire.”
“But what if he starts having control over you.” This was the question bugging me for sometime.

“Honestly,  if we are to do this then I will have some feelings for him. But Never think for even a second that he will take your place.”

“I’m not worried about that.” I lied.

“Sammy, you’re my everything. I’m doing this for you baby.”

“I know.”

“If you think even for a moment that I’m going away from you, please tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“I believe you my love.” But what if she didn’t, I wondered but couldn’t say it.

“Sammy, baby, I love you, I have missed you so much. Come on video call.”

And she quickly came live on video call. Her hair was loose and she was in her room. She was wearing a thin white t-shirt and pajamas. Even in that loose t-shirt one could make out her breasts quite fine. My cock got hard just looking at her.

She took the glass of water beside her table, and dropped a gentle stream on herself. Her t-shirt got wet, and I could make out those luscious pair of pears beneath them.
“Baby, I’m so cold, please warm me up, show me your lund.” She knew I loved it when she started speaking the Hindi words for our anatomy. It took me a long time to get her to open up like this. I moved my hands down my shorts and took a hold of my rock hard “lund”. And just then my sight fell on the empty bottle of Rum beside my office bag. It was not in Parul’s sight otherwise she would have blasted me of into space. I quickly turned off the video chat. And Parul’s message came in promptly.
“What happened hun? Why did you disconnect.”

“I’m having a terrible headache. Won’t be able to do it tonight.” I lied again
.
“It’s okay baby, you take rest. Is there anything I can do to make you feel at ease.”

Ever since I saw her photo in the evening with that hint of a cleavage, and now looking at those beautiful breasts, I kept wondering  what would it look like if Sajid’s mouth were on them. As he held one and kept massaging it while sucking on the nipple of the other. How would she moan and bring her hand push his face more into those bulbous big babies.

“Say you’ve started loving Sajid.” I was clearly drunk and out of my mind.

“No please I can’t do this. Something else please.” Parul was right. It was unfair and stupid of me to ask her to say this.

“Why not?”

“I won’t be able to look you in the eye then.”

So she would ashamed if she said it? But why? Perhaps because it was true.

“Do you trust me Parul?”

“Yes, more than in myself.”

“Do you trust in my love for your?”

“More than anything in this world.”

“Then please baby say it for me. Say it for your Sammy.”

“Alright” Then it came.

“I’ve started loving Sajid.”

“Say you love him.”

“I love Sajid. I LOVE HIM. Mujhe Sajid se pyar ho gaya hai.”

“Will you fuck him? Will you show your sex with Sajid to me?”

“Yes I will. Not only will I fuck him and how you, but I’ll ride him so hard that I won’t be able to walk straight the next day.”

And there it was. The biggest load I ever shot in my life. Maybe I was drunk and could be exaggerating because of that, but it seemed like it almost touched the ceiling of my room.

“That’s so fcknf hot…” I slumped into sleep after being spent, all the jizz all around my room.

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I was woken up the constant knock on my doors. It was my mother.


“Wake up sleepy head. Parul has come to see you.” She said while I leapt out of my comfortable bed.

Shit, she’s here. Why? I checked my cell phone and it had 4 missed calls from Parul. I looked around the room and saw the cum stains on the floor and one empty rum bottle by the side of the wardrobe.

Parul would kill me if she found out that I drank. She didn’t mind the occasional drink but she always preferred it if I told her in advance. That way wither she could join me or would not ask me to do any particular important chore. As I always got extra lousy when inebriated.

“Babe, are you going to open the door in this lifetime?” came the sweet voice of my love. I could also hear my mother chuckling. My parents were very fond of Parul. And she also loved them like her own parents. Which is more the reason why they couldn’t wait to see us get married and settle down.

I quickly hid the bottle in the wardrobe wore my pyjamas and a t-shirt, and opened the door. Parul hugged me tightly. I looked around to see if my mother was standing there.

“Don’t worry she has gone inside.” Parul said.

We both got inside my room and she locked the door from inside. She turned around and hugged me again. Her soft body pressing tightly against mine. She was wearing violet sweater, which was quite thin. I could feel the curves of her breasts crushing against my chest. I could feel the warmth between her legs from her trousers, as her pelvic met mine. I instantly got a boner.

She giggled like a little girl as she too could feel what was going down below.

“Doesn’t even take you a minute does it? I guess the credit goes to me.” Parul joked.

“It sure does. You’re still as beautiful as ever, and it feels nice to touch you like this.” I said and moved my hands to her back while kissing her neck.

I moved up to her chin kissing her smooth skin, and then to her lips. We locked out lips and started playing with our tongues. Her eyes opened up wide and she backed herself from my embrace with an irate look.

“You’ve drunk last night haven’t you?” Parul asked.

Oh shit, I forgot about my beer breath. She could just taste the rum on me.

“Uh, I, uh” I mumbled for words.

“Don’t lie. I know you have. May I ask why and why didn’t I know about it?”

“Baby, I was a little worried. We haven’t seen each other for half a month now and with this entire Sajid thing going on, I needed some relaxation.”

“So you drank? That’s never a solution Sammy.” Parul sat on my bed, crossing her legs. She looked quite seductive in that pose, wearing those black pencil heels.

“Babe, listen I,uh” I needed to get out of this pickle quick.

“No, you listen. You’re going to listen well. If you want me to marry you, if you want me to fulfill your wishes, then you’ll have to stop hiding things from me. I don’t want alcohol or such other substances to ruin our beautiful relation.” Parul was now serious. But even then, I couldn’t stop but look at those beautiful, smooth cheeks. How I wanted to suck them dry.

I took her hands in mine, and kissed them gently.

“My love, I don’t hide things from you, I never have. It’s just that last evening my mind kept wandering so took a sip.” I looked into her eyes.

“Sip? I’m sure it was a full bottle.”

“No, just half.” I blurted out.

“See I knew it, but it’s okay I forgive you. I just don’t want you to get addicted to these things. Now listen, Sajid wants to take me out for a movie tomorrow.” My cock twitched a little at the thought of that.

“Movie? But you guys have been seeing each other for hardly 10 days.” I never thought things would progress this quickly. It never did in those erotic stories.

“I know, but he wants to spend some time with me. What do you say?” Parul was smiling as she looked for my approval.

“Are you crazy? No, not now. What the hell, how could you even think about going to a movie date with someone else."

All these thoughts came to my mind but to my lips only few words came out.

“Of course you should. This is a chance to progress this affair into the next level.”

“Oh hello, even If I go, you don’t start thinking that I’ll let him touch me or do whatever he wants. And anyways, he seems to shy to just make the first move.” It seemed that Parul had noticed that Sajid was always hesitant to make any bold moves whatsoever. Did he by any chance suspect that Parul was in a relationship with me?

“I know that, but still, let him atleast touch your smooth hands.” I said as I kissed her hands. They smelled of chocolate. Maybe it was the moisturizer she kept applying.

“We’ll see. So is that a Yes from you. Shall I tell him to book the tickets?” Parul asked, standing up and taking her cell phone in her hand. She perhaps couldn’t wait for this date.

“Ask him to book wall corner ticket. More privacy there.” I joked as I hugged her from behind.

“Shut up.” She dialed a number, probably Sajid’s and put the phone on speaker. She motioned me to not say anything.

“Hello Parul?” the voice on the other didn’t sound like of someone who as 21. It was more mature, deep voice. This was the first time I was hearing the voice of Sajid, the guy who was going to probably start this journey of Samarth & Parul.

“Hi, listen I’ll be coming in the second half. Please manage in the logbook. Also book two tickets for tomorrow.” Parul replied.

“You serious? Don’t joke.”

“Oye, I don’t joke like this alright. Book two tickets for the afternoon show.” Parul had a smile on her face. Maybe she was anticipating this as well.

“I don’t believe this. You’re ready to go out on a movie date with me.” Sajid genuinely sounded surprised. Perhaps he never thought that he could’ve had a chance with Parul.

“Yes I am. Okay will see you in office. Bye.” She hung up.

“You sure you’re comfortable with this.” I asked her.

“Anything for you baby. But honestly, now that I’ve listened about your fantasy so much it’s kind of exciting now.” Parul put her hands around my waist as she pulled me closer to her.

“Exciting? How?” I figured it was time to poke a little in her mind, see what was going inside it.

“Well to have someone like you who loves me so much, yet gives me the freedom to go out with other guy and explore myself. Never ever thought I would do something like this. And it’s the taboo aspect which makes it even more exciting.”

She pulled me closer and planted a kiss on my lips. I parted them to invite her tongue in and we sucked each other for a while.

“Okay, I just want you to be comfortable with whatever it is that you do. I want you to enjoy yourself.” I said.

“I will don’t worry.” She said while taking her bag.

“I’m going to office now. You also get ready I’ll drop you at the metro station.”

“Okay. By the way what do you plan to wear tomorrow.” I enquired.

“I will send you options tonight. You tell me which would be good.”

She planted a kiss on my lips, said bye to my mother and we both left.

Parul dropped at the metro station, and on my way to office, all I could think about was what would happen tomorrow. What would Sajid try? Where would he touch her? Would he dare to put his lips on her skin? Would she allow him to do that? When I read all those cuckold, hotwife and loving wives stories on the internet, most of them didn’t divulge into the giddiness the boyfriend/husband goes through before the action takes place. Some did, but even they failed to convey the thought that would cloud our mind.

While sitting at my desk in office, I kept remembering that Parul had told me at the start of our relation. She never once went to the movies with any of her ex, that I was the first person to take her out alone. And that I was the first to touch her breasts and suck on them. How she grew from being a shy girl to the one who is going out with a guy other than her boyfriend was quite notable.

My state of abstraction was broken by a message from Parul. It was a selfie of her & Sajid. This time he was much more closer to her than before.  Her right cheek almost brushed his left, as they both smiled into the camera.

She also left a message. “He’s booked a show for 1:30 PM tomorrow. Wall corners. Back Row.” So Sajid had something in mind. He did want some privacy with her. An afternoon show didn’t have much crowd, and a wall corner would restrict the view of whatever they were or were not doing.

I asked her which multiplex where they going. Her answer made me tense. Sajid had booked tickets for a show in a multiplex nearby my uncle’s house, where I knew my cousins hung out all the time. They were college students, and would time and again mention how many movies they saw there.

To add to that, since both me and Parul did plan to get married to each other, I had introduced her to all my uncles and aunts and their children. I felt like a fool.

“Tell him to cancel this show. I’ll book it somewhere else.” I replied.

“Why? What happened now?” I could sense she was irritated by my response.

“It’s for the better trust me.”

“Just tell me what it is. Why are you changing plans all of a sudden?” It seemed Parul was getting more frustrated.

“That multiplex is nearby to Kumar Uncle’s house. Pooja, my cousin and her brother and their friends all hang out there. Won’t they see you with Sajid and make assumptions.” I told her what bothered me.

“What assumptions? I AM going out with someone other than my boyfriend.” Was she being sarcastic? I wondered.

“Parul, I don’t want the world to know what we are doing or planning to do. Understand the ramifications if someone does recognize you there.”

“Ughhh…” I could just sense the frustration growing in her.

“Fine, I’ll ask him to cancel these tickets.” She went offline after typing that.

It seemed that she might have had made some plan of her own to make sure no one recognizes her there. Surely, she knew how close this particular multiplex was to my relative’s house and how often my cousins went there.

After about half an hour I received another message from Parul.

“Sajid says he won’t be able to cancel these tickets as he won’t be getting a refund.”

“What bs? Tickets are refundable upto 1 hour before the show.” I said.

“Yes but he says he booked these with a combo offer to get discount on rates. T&C applied clearly states once booked, these tickets would not be refunded upon cancellation.”
“It’s ok I’ll refund him.”

“Really? What will I say to him? That my bf is paying for the tickets? He doesn’t even know you exist and he will not accept that I am paying for the ticket.” Parul did have a point there.

“Sammy, please let it be. I’ll make sure no one see or recognizes me baby. I promise.” She genuinely believed that she could pull this off without any untoward occurrences.

“It’s a big risk Parul, but OK.”

“Thank you baby. Love you.”

Maybe I was giving too much control too soon to Parul. Our intention was to have the best possible time and fun in this journey. But it seemed like most if not all the major decisions were being made by Parul with little me having very little say in anything.

I finished up work and started heading home. On my way I got a message from Parul that she would be buying something to wear for tomorrow. I just replied alright. Didn't even enquire whether she was alone or with Sajid, as my mind was pre-occupied with thoughts of what might happen tomorrow.

My mind was coming up with all sorts of possibilities. What could go wrong? What could go right? How much close will they able to get.

I received another message from Parul at around 10 in the night. She had sent a photo of her.

She was wearing a black sleeves tee, which had a deep neckline  and showed a nice amount of her cleavage, and a tight blue jeans which accentuated all her curves.

“Gonna wear this tomorrow. Is it okay?”

I could clearly make out her nipples and figured she was not wearing a bra.

“You will go bra-less tomorrow?” I enquired.

“Arey baba no. I’m not crazy to go like a complete slut with him. Tell me is the rest of the dress fine?”

“Of course it is . You look so damn hot. But won’t it be revealing a bit too much cleavage in public place?” That tee struggled to contain her breasts.

“I’m gonna wear a jacket over this. Will remove it once we are in our seats.”  Parul had it all figured out.

“That’s ok then. Seems Sajid will have his hands full hehe.”

“Sammy, baby are you ok with this na? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” It was thoughtfull of her to know my state of mind.

“I’m fine. I am getting a little nervous but it’s the first time we are trying something like this. Being nervous is natural right.”

“Sammy, baby I love you. As soon as we get out of the theatre I’ll come over to you.” 

“With all the details, right.” 

“Yes baby.”

We bid each other goodnight. I jerked off thinking about where Sajid’s hand would roam off to tomorrow, once he sees her in this tight hugging tee.

Surely tomorrow’s movie date was going to be memorable in my & Parul’s life.



 

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THIS PARTICULAR CHAPTER IS WRITTEN FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF THE FEMALE CHARACTER (PARUL). 

NOTE : Unlike USA, movies in India are released in theatres with a break of about 10 minutes in the middle of the film splitting it into two halves. This break is called an “Intermission” or “Interval”.

Standing next to the entrance Gate of Metro Station, I thought to myself, “Am I really doing this? Is this really happening or is it one of my nightmare (or fantasy)?”
I quickly got my answer as a fat, pot-bellied man came up to me and opened his mouth to speak through his tobacco chewing red-stained teeth, “Madam, Auto krna hai?” (Madam, do you want a ride in Autorickshaw?).

I knew this was really happening, as the men in my fantasy or even nightmares were better looking than this fellow. I shook my head in a no and the auto-driver checked me out from head to toe, his eyes stopped mainly at the two places where most men are interested in, and then he made his way to wherever he was standing.

I was waiting for Sajid, he had informed me he would pick me up from the station and we ride together on his bike. I covered my face with my headscarf, as I had roamed these localities with Samarth and didn’t want to risk anyone recognizing, or seeing me with Sajid.

I had dropped a message to Samarth letting him know of my ride to the cinema hall with Sajid, but I guess he was still sleeping as he had not replied yet. 
Samarth. He is everything and more I could’ve asked for in a guy. He’s smart, understanding, looks good, belongs to a well educated and decent family and has a caring nature. But there is another side of him that now only I know of. The unpredictable side, where you couldn’t guess what he would do or say.
Looking at him, I would have never guessed in my life that he harbored such fantasies. When he mentioned it to me first, I was honestly a little bit hurt. I thought maybe he himself wanted a free pass at other girls and wants to remove the guilt of it all, so he is telling me these weird fetishes. But upon a little more thought, I realized, isn’t it fun? Not only do you have someone like Samarth who loves and cares for you endlessly, but also the thrill of experimenting with someone new. All this with the full co-operation of the one you love.

What’s the harm in trying. And if things don’t go they we want, just stop it all together. Atleast that was the plan. Easier thought than done.

A red bike speedily made it’s way through the traffic and stopped right where I was standing. It was Sajid. He motioned me to sit, and I hopped on. I gave one last look at that auto-driver, and he had strange smurk on his face. He must have thought I was with my boyfriend, and he must be getting some action real soon. Will he be though? 

Sajid was wearing a helmet so I had to speak up to make him hear. 

“Drop me off at the entrance of the mall and park your bike inside. Then meet me at the cinema hall.” 
“Why, what’s up?”

“Just do what I say.” I noticed that Sajid respected what I said always. Never spoke up against or even raised his voice on me. He looked and acted like a jock, but was not one. He was driving at a considerable speed, and his sudden breaks jerked me forward, which made my breasts crush against back. Perhaps that was his plan. He had touched my hand a few times in office, but it was all in playful banter. There was nothing sexual in it. And that is why I didn’t think there would be any action happening at all. 

I just wanted to make Samarth feel happy, and if by in the process get to discover a new side of me, then better. I messaged Samarth and let him know that we’re on our way. He was up and instantly replied “alright, keep me updated, All the best hun”. I smiled and replied back thanks.

There was a chance of Samarth’s relatives or cousins spotting at this particular mall, so I wanted to go in by myself to avoid any mis-happenings.
I took out my scarf and sunglasses and made my way to the top floor, where the cinemas theatre was.

“You guys are late. Hurry up.” Samarth messaged me. He used to fret a lot. Even in the silliest of things.

“Hold on. Control beta control.” I teased him back.
I made my way to the cinema hall. Sajid was already there. “That was fast”, I thought to myself.
He came near me and said, “Parulji, I still can’t believe you said yes for this movie date.” He was grinning from ear to ear.

He was genuinely excited about today, and somehow that also made me feel wanted. Not that Samarth wasn’t paying attention to my needs, he was doing more than that. But to see such excitement in a third person’s eyes makes you feel good inside as well.

I looked around and couldn’t notice a single familiar face.  We both entered after showing the tickets, and I told Sajid I’ll visit the ladies room and come back. He nodded in approval and that is when I noticed he was actually looking good. He had trimmed his stubble, wore a red jacket with a white tee underneath and blue jeans which matched the shades of mine as well.

I went inside and took off my netted pullover all together as I was wearing a body-hugging black tee. It accentuated at the very right places and also gave a little show of my cleavage. The red lipstick matched my red heels. I looked in the mirror and thought that’s why Sajid was grinning from ear to ear. He never hoped to have someone like me with him. I clicked a selfie and sent it to Samarth. 

“Holy shit, you look so hot. I should have been there with you.” He replied back.

“Thanks baby. About to go in.” I breathed deep and came out. Sajid was there standing next to the auditorium, waiting for me. His widened as he noticed I had taken the netted pullover and his eyes went to the body hugging tee. I had seen him looking at me in office on certain occasions, but today was the first time I could clearly see his attention was fixed on my breasts and tummy. He must’ve realized he was staring for far too long, as he started fidgeting while trying to open the door of the auditorium. I walked in and he walked behind. It was dark, the movie had started already. I opened the flashlight on my phone and we both made our way to our seats. It was a wall corner seat in the top row. Which meant no one could see us from behind. 

“I’ll sit in the corner seat, Parulji you sit on the left side.” Sajid said as he passed me by to sit on the corner seat. I made my way to sit on his left, and the seats next to my left were empty. My eyes got accustomed to the darkness, as now I could clearly make out that most of the auditorium was empty. It was an afternoon show, so I could make out that there were a few couples sitting on the front rows. I saw one middle aged guy sitting on the first seat on the next row to my left. He was looking towards me, but then turned to face the screen. I settled my purse on the empty seat next to me and my mobile flashed bright again. It was a message from Samarth.
“Kaha ho?” (Where are you?) he asked.

“Settled in seat.” 
“Great. Have Fun Babe.” I smiled as he read his message. Here I was, his girlfriend sitting inside an almost empty movie theatre with someone other than him, and he was encouraging me to have fun. 

“Any limits?” I asked Sammy as I didn’t want to do something that would upset him.
“It’s the first time yaar, let him wet his beak a little but don’t let him have everything. YET.” I got the gist of what was to be done.
“Parulji?” Sajid leaned into my ear. “I wanted to tell you something.”
“Yes, tell me.”
“You’re looking very beautiful today. Don’t mind me saying that.”
“Thank you Sajid. But you tell me that everyday.”
“But today I saw you properly. It’s different. You really look amazing. And thank you so much for coming with me. I never thought that you would agree for this.”
Sajid sounded genuine in his words. I smile came on my face and he instinctively also smiled back.

“Kuch aur bol sakta hu aapse? (Can I say something else)” he asked looking up and down at me. His eyes running wild all over my body.
“Bolo” (Tell me).

“You look hot in this dress. Heel and tee and jeans. It suits your figure.” Now I could see he was getting nervous. Sajid was trying to push the boundaries a little by little. He was being careful not to offend me in any way.

“It’s nice of you to say that. You don’t look bad yourself. You look good when you trim your beard.”

He smiled and ran his fingers on his cheeks. I could see a sense of shyness in him as well.

We started concentrating on watching the movie now.  By now I was able to see around the auditorium as I was well adjust to the darkness around me. I saw that a considerable brightness from the screen in front was falling on Sajid, but none on me. If I moved or did anything, no one would be able to tell what’s going on unless they came quite close. Is that why Sajid made me sit on this very seat and himself in the corner one? What did he have in mind? We were there for about 15 mins. And nothing out of the ordinary had taken place, other than the older guy occasionally turning his neck to see if we were upto something.

The darkness around me was broken by the flashing white light from my phone. It must be Samarth, I thought to myself. And I was right. He was getting impatient now.

“You guys on your seat?”
“Yes.”
“Anything happen?”
“Not yet.”
“Alright. Remember to take pics.”

“Ok. Now I’ll message you during interval. Don’t interrupt.”

He sent me a wink and I turned off internet connection. I was in a somewhat familiar position, only minor circumstances had changed. See, after our first movie together, Sammy and I went to dozens and dozens of movies. And we had done each and every thing imaginable. If you go to a movie theatre nowadays you’ll notice a couple of beefed up security personnel casually walking the aisles, keeping a close on couples who could cross the line while displaying their PDA.

Sammy and I were one of those couple who were responsible for such security to be placed in most movie theatres. We had kissed, fondled, smooched each other to infinity during our dates together. He had finger-fucked me to dozens of orgasms, and lapped up my clit to thigh-shaking convulsions. I had given him a few blowjobs too, and let him play with me while I kept a lookout. We did manage to fuck one time as well, but it was a quick 2 stroke quickie. It was just too dangerous to do it without getting caught. But we did fuck each other’s brain out later at home.

Today’s environment was quite similar too. Only my partner was different. If it had been Sammy, we would crossed second base by now. But I was still trying to read Sajid. And still couldn’t figure what his next move will be. 

It was close to 40 minutes now and nothing had happened. Then I felt his fingers brush past my right hand. He brought his wrist to mine, and held my hand while placing his arm beside mine. That was the first contact. I looked at him. He was already looking at me and smiled. He genuinely looked happy to be with me, holding my hand. I too smiled, and maybe instinctively or not placed my head on his shoulders and laid back. He must have liked it as his grip tightened on hand a little bit. A few minutes later he released my hand and started running his fingers on my palm. It tickled me a little bit, and he asked if I’m okay to which I just nodded. He was getting all the right signals from me and made his next move. He shifted himself a little more closer to me, and put his left hand on my right arm. After getting a few moments, he gently started running his hand on my arms, feeling it’s smoothness. This whole turn of events was starting to have it’s effects on my body. I could feel my tummy tighten, and that familiar warm feeling between my legs. He turned his face towards mine, perhaps to give a peck on my cheeks.  He brought his face now ever closer to mine, and his lips just a few inches away from my cheeks. That’s when the light came on. It was time for the interval break. We both quickly repositioned ourselves and I straightened my tee, which had gone upto my navel. Sajid just glanced at my navel, and smiled a little. I turned and  saw the older guy getting up from his seat with a smile. Maybe he had seen what was happening just a couple a seats from him, and perhaps even expected more to happen during the second half. Sajid looked at me, and asked if I wanted some refreshments. I asked him to bring me something to drink and he stood and went out of the auditorium to the food counter, while I turned on the mobile internet. 

There were 3 messages from Samarth, all of them asking if something had happened. I replied back by letting him know we were in the interval of of our show.  I told him him how Sajid had held my hand, but I was unable to take any photos of that. Samarth’s reply seemed he wanted to see it happen live but was disappointed that he couldn’t. I let Samarth know of the creepy old guy in the corner, but he asked me to forget about him.

“Babe, as you said yourself, he’s an old guy. Probably doesn’t get much action now so just enjoys watching others. Give him a show to remember. “Sammy seemed quite casual about the whole incident. His girlfriend in a movie theatre with someone else, and he is encouraging said girlfriend to not give a single worry about people watching her.

“Stop joking. Okay, he’s coming back. Will talk to you after the show.” I texted him back and once again turned off the mobile internet.

The show started back and the lights dimmed again. Sajid handed me over my cold drink and I noticed the older guy walking back to the aisle. He stood beside his seat, looked over at me, and decide to sit in the other corner seat of our row. As the row was empty except the two of us, no one would mind him changing his seat. As he made himself comfortable, I realized now he could get a much better look at whatever happens now.

After about 10 minutes, Sajid once again held my right hand, but this time he pulled me a little towards himself so as to embrace me in a hug. I wasn’t prepared for this move, and he pulled my hand, the drink in my other hand slipped and fell on the floor, spilling all of the liquid in the seat in the front.

Sajid just smiled and asked me not to worry.

“You can have my drink.” Saying this he pushed the armrest up, taking out the only barrier between him and me. He pulled me once more and I shifted myself almost half to his seat. He didn’t seem to mind, as now not only was he holding my right hand with his right, but his left hand was on my shoulder. 
How quickly  he managed to pull me so close to him. 

I hadn’t exactly followed what was happening on the screen, and tried to adjust myself so I could perhaps watch whatever was left of the movie in comfort. I removed my heels, and relaxed myself and perhaps Sajid sensed the opportunity and pulled me in closer to his chest. Now my head was resting on his chest and his left hand was rubbing my shoulders. 

This was the closest I had ever been to another guy besides Samarth, and I wanted him to know what his girl was upto. I pulled out my cellphone, and clicked a picture of us in that way. Sajid didn’t think anything of it, nor he suspected. I sent it to Samarth and put my phone on airmode. I knew he would reply as soon as he saw it and want more details, but I figured it out to best tell narrate it to him myself. The older guy in the aisle, perhaps seeing the flash on my cell phone, started paying more attention to us now. From the corner of my eye, I could make out that one of his hand was on his legs, moving up and down. Is he stroking himself while watching us? I thought to myself.

Sajid’ soft movement on my arms was starting to have it’s effect on me. I could sense a familiar feeling between my legs. It got more intense with what Sajid did next.
He moved in closer and whispered in my ears, “Parulji, you really are looking very beautiful today. I feel lucky that I’m sitting here with you.” Saying this he moved his hand on my belly and started feeling it with his hand. The soft fabric of the tee wasn’t much of a barrier between our skins.

“Sajid, thank you but you already told me that earlier.” I smiled and maybe he got the all the morale booster he needed to say his next words.

“Parulji, if you don’t mind, can I kiss your cheeks.” 

Before I could process his words, his hand which was roaming around my belly, got inside of my black tee and touched my skin. He kept moving them softly around my navel. 

And all this lead to that familiar wetness between my legs. Up until now, it was exclusive to Samarth only. He was the only one who knew how to get me to this point of arousal. I crossed my legs tightly to suppress it.

This time, Sajid didn’t wait for my approval or my response. He moved in closer to me, and planted a soft peck on my cheek. He was quite gentle about it, which made me even more turned on, as his rough lips touched my cheeks.

“Sajid, calm down.” I readjusted myself and sat straight. Sajid, thinking maybe he pushed his luck too far, immediately withdrew his hands from my navel. He kept looking at me like a puppy, waiting to be scolded by his master.

I stood up and started taking my belongings. Sajid got the idea that that’s all he was going to get today, or maybe ever. He didn’t speak, just got up from his seat and kept walking behind. I had a suspicion he kept looking at my buttcheeks, even then. I didn’t bother to look at the older guy, but surely he had gotten his money’s worth today.

I sent a quick message to Samarth, letting him know that I was on the way to his home.  He had his questions lined up instantly (what happened, pics etc.) but I asked him to hold up his questions till I got there.

Sajid was quiet on the way back. He kept looking at my face from his rearview mirrors, hoping to get some sense of my mood. 

As I hopped of his bike, I shook his hand. He perhaps expected a peck on his cheek, but I didn’t want him to get ahead of himself anymore then he already had.
I walked up the stairs to Sammy’s apartment. I could feel the gaze of the next door Mrs. Mehta. For some bizarre reason, I always found her squatting on the stairs, seemingly waiting for someone. I had even thought about asking her about it, but NOW is definitely not the time for that. Sammy opened the door and I asked him to come to his room, as I made my way in there. 

Sammy walked in after me and I asked him to close the door. I enquired if his parent’s were home and he said yes, but they taking a nap. As soon as he closed the door, I put the lock on and jumped on him. He was taken by surprise but managed to hold me. I started hugging and grinding into Sammy, as his hand started caressing my back, moving slowly to my ass and cupping both cheeks.

“You’re horny.” He remarked.

“Just shut up and fuck me.” I put my mouth on his and started sucking his lips wildly. Images of Sajid touching my belly, his lips touching my cheeks kept on flashing, and I could sense my panties have gotten really wet now.

We both moved to the bed, and he undid my buttons. I kept my mouth on his and kept sucking the juice out of his lips. Sammy had really soft, baby lips. A complete contrast to the rough lips of Sajid.

He swiftly moved my top of, and started running his tongue all over my cleavage. I pulled the strings on Sammy’s pajamas and down it came.  He was hard and I moved my hands and stroke it a few times. He grabbed both my breasts and started sucking on the nipples from the top of the bra. His warm breath and felt so good, and I undid my hook and let the bra fall to the floor, so he had access to my nipples. He flicked his tongue on each of them, caressing them and cupping them, moving between putting my nipples in his mouth, then moving to the other, then back again giving a good suck. He kissed me on the cheeks and asked why did I smelled a little different here. 

“Because someone else was kissing me here an hour ago.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He grabbed my face and sucked my lips so hard I almost ran out of breath. A gentle push and I was down on the bed. Sammy came on top of me.

“So my gf was being naughty with someone else huh?”
“Yes I was. Are you going to do something about it?”
“You bet I am.” He pulled me closer to himself and spat on his cock.  He covered his cockhead with it and put it over my vagina lips. 
“Put it in what are you doing?” Sammy was upto his games again and I just wanted him inside of me.
“Are you going to take it forward?” I know what he wanted to hear and said it exactly how he wanted.
“You better put it in or I’ll fuck Sajid. Which I will anyways.”

And with that he gave a jerk and penetrated me completely. He started humping me and it felt so good. Sammy had a nice cock of 7 inches. But more importantly he knew how to fuck. Over the years, he had only gotten better. And it felt nice to be stuffed by him. His musky smell, that vein on his forehead that shows when he pumps me. 

He brought his face to mine and kissed me on the lips. He kept going in and out and now he built a nice pace. I moaned into his mouth as we kept our tongue battle on. I put my arms on his back and tried to match his pace by jerking forward. It did the trick as my built orgasm released, and I rolled my eyes over. I held him by neck and that slowed down his momentum, probably as he couldn’t breathe anymore.
“Parul, I’m getting choked.”

“No you’re not.” 

I squeezed my arms tighter as my orgasms kept on hitting me. Sammy pulled out from me and I opened my eyes. His face was getting red.  A smile crossed my lips.

“Okay you lie I down I want to ride you.”

I let his neck go and nuzzled into my neck, giving a soft bite on it. He cupped my breasts and pecked on each of them.

I got on top of him, positioned myself on his cock and squatted on it. I kept going up and down on him, and held his face in my hands. With my juggling breasts, me dancing on his cock, and my hair falling on his face, he maintained eye contact with me. He must have figured it out that his little experiment went well, and that I haven’t gotten this horny in a long time. I laid on his chest, twisting my lower half to keep that dick moving.

“Let me help me you now.”

Saying this, he grabbed my ass cheeks and lifted his legs up, and started fucking me in a furious pace. It felt like a fast moving piston, and my second orgasm hit me. I sucked his neck long and hard, and it left a visible red mark. He spanked me hard and doubled up on his pace.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

Samarth beta, you in there?..............