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Chapter 1: Introductions

Wasim Khan was a 50 year old illegal immigrant from Dhaka living in India, he had escaped his country and left behind his family in search of a better life in India. Wasim finally settled in Pune and started working as a watchman in a high class society in Koregaon Park area. 
Wasim led a fairly low profile life in Pune in fears of getting caught and deported back to his home country. Working as a watchman, he had a relatively small 1 room allocated to him by the housing society with a bed and a gas stove. Wasim had no intentions of going back to his wife and family who were living in Dhaka, his sole focus was to earn enough money to survive in this country. Wasim was 6 feet tall with a stocky build, barrel chested with strong shoulders and mighty forearms. A result of toiling in the fields in his country, civil wars and a hard life with limited resources. He loved his simple life as a watchman in India with his fair share of fun with 1 or 2 local maids in the building. 

Sumit and Rasika Kelkar were both 25 year old, madly in love recently married couple. Sumit was working with Axis Bank as a junior in the sales department and Rasika was a housewife. Although talented, she had no intention of working and was very well alright with staying home and looking after things at home. Sumit always considered himself lucky that he had convinced Rasika to marry him, as in his heart he knew he didn't deserve a ravishing beauty like her. At 5'9 inches tall with a naturally gifted curvy body, Rasika could have very well worked as a model, but thanks to her conservative parents modeling was never even a career option. Sumit stood at 5'6 feet tall and always felt people mur mur about the height difference between them whenever he was with Rasika, but he was also super proud of the fact that he had such a ravishing beauty to spend the rest of his life with. 
  


Sumit and Rasika both had a small fight before finalizing this 3BHK rented flat in Koregaon Park, Sumit always knew the rent was too high in a super posh area like KP, but as always he had lost the argument to Rasika who eventually decided that they are gonna go ahead with the flat. The newly married couple decided to move into their rented flat on a fine weekend.

On Saturday, Wasim reported to duty as usual at 10AM and saw 2 trucks unloading stuff near the building. "The usual old retired rich couples" he thought
Shortly, he saw a small skinny man rushing towards him shouting "WATCHMAN"......."WATCHMAN"......."COME HERE FAST YOU FOOL"......
Wasim kept his calm and walked towards the trucks, "Yes sir tell me" he said

Sumit- "I want you to help us unload the stuff and take it to the apartment. 1st floor flat no 101"

Wasim- "Ok sir ji"

Sumit- "Hurry up then you fool, what you looking at?"

Wasim just stared at him, looked down and started picking up stuff from the truck. He along with the guys from the movers & packers team started moving all the stuff from the truck to the apartment at 1st floor. Wasim entered the flat and was awe struck by the opulence and luxury that was at their disposal, he carefully gazed at the size of the living room, the huge terrace which had a great view and huge lobby area. "Rich guy" he thought

Soon he heard, "What you lookin around old man? We have stuff to move. Hurry up you moron" Sumit roared from behind him.

By then, Wasim had enough of his arrogance. 

Wasim- "Sir, I request you to please speak to me properly"

Sumit- "Oh shut up, just do as i told you or"

Wasim- "OR what sir?"

Sumit rushed forward and pushed Wasim with all his strength, Wasim barely even moved backwards. He composed himself and was about to take a step towards Sumit when both of them heard footsteps entering the flat. Both of them looked at the entrance door.

In walked Rasika, she was wearing a tight black booty shorts paired with a oversized white shirt with 3 buttons open at the top. Her booty shorts were paired with her favorite black heels. Her long, slender, endless legs were on full display and the top revealed just about enough cleavage. She had applied some make up and her favored red lipstick for today. 


Wasim's jaw hit the floor as he saw Rasika standing in front of them, he immediately noted she was almost as tall as him and reasonably taller than Sumit, who was shorter than both of them. Sumit was agitated by her choice of outfit that she was wearing, especially in front of a low class watchman.

Rasika- "Guys what's going on? I heard shouting in here"

Wasim- "Madam, sahab ji got really upset and started abusing me"

Sumit- "No baby, nothing happened. Just ignore this fool"

Rasika- "Sumit, you really need to control your anger baby. Please"

Sumit- "Oh your tell me to control my anger? That too in front of this scum bag watchman. How dare you? Remember who pays for your lavish lifestyle? Who pays for this luxury flat? IT'S ME!! "

Rasika- "WHAT THE HELL. How can you talk to me like that"

Sumit- "Hey watchman, just finish unloading the stuff and FUCK OFF. Here's you change" 

Saying this, Sumit threw a 500rs note towards Wasim. The money landed on the floor and Wasim bent down to pick it up and in the process sneaked a glance at Rasika's sexy milky legs. He took the money and walked out.

Rasika just stormed into the bedroom and locked it from inside, Sumit calmly sat down on the sofa as Wasim and the guys from the movers & packing team bought all the items one by one. 

As the last item was put into place by Wasim, he looked at Sumit and apologized

Wasim- "Sorry sir"

Sumit- "Just shut up and FUCK OFF you scum. Don't ever talk to me. Don't even look at me. Do you understand? I know people like you"

Wasim- "What do you mean sir?" 

Sumit- "I mean good for nothing piece of shits like you, living on our tax money"

Hearing the argument, Rasika again stormed out of her bedroom and came to the living room. Wasim saw she had tears in her eyes and she was breathing heavy.

"Why do you always have to be rude to everyone?" she asked Sumit

"You know why, because staying in this ultra expensive apartment was a bad idea from the start" roared Sumit

"Oh so that's the reason you are angry?" she asked

"Oh yes Rasika, that's the reason. Plus I am working 12-14hrs a day for the both of us and you just stay at home and do nothing. Find a job or something"
Sumit roared and started walking towards the master bedroom. 

Wasim just stood there in silence, he saw Rasika's eyes well up again. 

Rasika- "Wasim ji, I am sorry on his behalf. Please leave"

Wasim- "Madam, don't say sorry. It's not your fault"

Saying this he glanced at her cleavage quickly and turned back and walked out of their flat. 

Entering his watchman quarter, he quickly rushed in the washroom and felt his hard rigid cock. He was aroused and equally angry at the same time. Aroused because of the sexiest lady he has ever seen in his entire life and angry because of her husband. 
"Today I will fuck pushpa like a street whore" he said to himself looking at the swelling cock in his hands. 

As was the routine, Pushpa the maid entered his watchman quarters and Wasim fucked the shit outta her. Today he banged her with twice the intensity because of the events that happened early in the morning. Although, Wasim was 50 year old he was no slouch on bed. Years of physical hard work paired with his exercise routine and strictly non veg diet had resulted in a beast on bed. 

As Pushpa was dressing up after their session, she saw Wasim staring out of the window.

Pushpa- "What happened" she asked

Wasim- "Today one memsaab has shifted on the first floor, what a sexy piece of ass she is Pushpa. I've never seen someone like her. These high class ladies are something else huh." 

Pushpa- "Don't forget you are just a watchman" hahaha

Wasim- "Saali Randi, Nikal yaha se" Wasim roared at her, grabbed her hair and pushed her out of his quarter.

Rasika was standing at the balcony as she saw Pushpa limping her way out of the watchman's quarter. Behind her, she saw Wasim was standing at the door of his quarters. Rasika quickly realized what had happened, just then Wasim looked at her and gave her a crooked smile. Rasika just smiled back at him and went back to the living room. 

Over the next few days, Rasika and Sumit were back to normal and were finally done with setting up their new place. Sumit even celebrated the occasion by taking Rasika to a fine dine experience at JW Marriott hotel in Pune. During the week, Sumit and Wasim crossed paths with each other on a few occasions, Wasim used to salute and smile at him as his car entered & exited the building. Wasim made a mental note of his office timings and entry and exit. He also kept an eye on their 1st floor apartment, always hoping to catch a glance of his sexy wife.

Things went back to normal in bed for Sumit & Rasika, their once a week sex routine resumed with Sumit humping his wife in missionary position for 2-3mins and rolling over to sleep. Rasika always thought to herself that she would never have married this guy if his parents were not rich. Sumit's parents lived in a old huge bungalow in Mumbai and Sumit was their only child. 

Chapter 2: First Touch

One fine Monday, Rasika was busy with her household stuff when she glanced outside the window and saw Pushpa walking out of the watchman quarters again, she looked at the clock and saw it was 11AM. She realized every day at 11AM Pushpa exits from the watchman quarter and goes to work. She had a worried look on her face as she knew Pushpa was a young lady and Wasim was a old man. Being a righteous lady who was a independent thinker and a firm believer in social justice and equality, she knew she had to do something about it. 

Later that night, she told her husband what she saw everyday. Sumit already had a strong dislike for Wasim and hearing all of this, his went into a rage. He immediately stormed out of his flat and walked towards the watchman quarters. Rasika tried to stop him but he pushed her aside and went down. Rasika rushed to the balcony and saw Sumit walking towards the watchman quarters.

As Sumit went near the room, he could figure out the room had a strong smell of alcohol. Going closer, he could hear muffled squeals and screams of a woman. He checked his wrist watch & saw it was 11PM already. He peeped inside the window and saw a slim, wiry woman had a strong hand covered her mouth, with a huge big black cock going in and out of her asshole. Going by the appearance and bulky body, Sumit figured it was Wasim who was fucking this woman. Sumit was frozen looking at the intensity with which Wasim was going at it, the bed shaking violently and both of their bodies were covered with sweat. The table fan was on full just to conceal her squeals but it was of no use. Pushpa opened her eyes and looked outside the window to see Sumit standing there and peeking inside. 

"Sir, aap yaha?" She screamed

Sumit immediately turned back and started running towards the building. Wasim was lost in the confusion and looked back but saw nobody there. 
Rasika saw her husband running towards her apartment, he quickly entered in and locked the front door. 

"What happened baby?" She asked

"Nothing. I saw everything" Sumit said

"What everything?" She asked

"You were right about them, I'm going to file a complaint with the society secretary tomorrow" Sumit asked

"No baby. Let's not rush things. I will talk to Pushpa tomorrow." Rasika said

"Okay" Sumit agreed and both of them went to sleep.

Next morning, Rasika invited Pushpa to her place and told her she and her husband knew what's going on between her and Wasim. They were going to file a complaint against both of them, Pushpa was in tears and begging with her not to do that. Rasika calmly told her to leave this society, never to be seen in the vicinity again. Pushpa tearfully agreed and left the society.

Wasim was heartbroken upon hearing the news, he was mad with rage. First these rich classy couple disrespect him because he is a watchman, now they banned Pushpa from working here. Basically destroying his only source of sex he had. That night, he was drinking desi liquor like a mad man wowing to take revenge from them. He kept on staring at their apartment on the 1st floor. 

Sumit was promoted in his job, with the promotion came added responsibility of handling business & clients for Axis Bank. His job also required him to travel to Mumbai several times a week. Sometimes 5-10 days at a stretch. This left Rasika was taking care of the home and look after her sexy body through daily workout, yoga sessions and following a strict diet. Wasim was waiting for his chance to strike back at the arrogant couple. 

His chance was granted when one fine day, he saw Rasika sitting in the garden of the society busy with her phone. He started walking towards her, wearing his watchman uniform and was immediately horny just by looking at her sexy form sitting on the bench. 

Wasim- "Namaste madam"

Rasika- "Namaste Wasim ji" She got nervous just by looking at him.

Wasim- "Madam, I wanted to apologize to you. Sumit sir must have told you everything he saw that night"

Rasika- "He saw nothing"

Wasim- "Madam please, please don't tell anyone what happened that night. It's just that i am a 50 year old single man living far away from his family"

Rasika- "What about Pushpa?"

Wasim- "Madam she is married. Her husband is always drunk and beats her all the time. That's why she comes to me for sex." 

Shhhh.....talk slowly you moron. Rasika told him.

"Sorry madam. Please madam don't tell anyone. I want to keep this job madam. The society secretary is a very powerful man madam. He will destroy my life and throw me out of here please." Wasim started pleading with her.

Rasika- "Ok Ok i will not tell anyone. Now go" 

Wasim- "Thanks madam. Where is Sumit sir? Didn't see him since 4-5 days" 

Hearing this question, Wasim immediately noticed a slight change in her expression and smiled to himself. "Looks like they had their petty fights again" he thought to himself. 

Rasika- "He has gone to Mumbai for few days. Ok I have to leave"

Saying this Rasika stood up and started walking towards her apartment, Wasim stood there, his gaze transfixed on her big, sexy, swaying ass as she walked back.

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Nice start.. but don't make it too cliche of the house wife falling for the potent low class man ... Add a bit of teasing and seduction at first and keep the readers guessing

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Next day, Wasim was sitting at the main gate of the society as he saw Rasika standing in her balcony looking at the entrance as if expecting some one. She looked at Wasim and smiled and waved, Wasim got up from his chair and started walking towards her balcony.

Rasika- "Wasim ji, I have ordered food from Zomato. Did you see the delivery guy?"

Wasim- "No madam"

Rasika- "Shit yaar. I'm very hungry post workout and now this bullshit"

Wasim- "Madam don't worry I will go and look for the delivery guy nearby. We have a problem in this area."

Saying this he turned and started looking for the delivery guy nearby, he was able to spot him in the next building. Wasim took the food from him and started walking towards Rasika's flat. As he came near her flat, he saw the main door was already unlocked. Rasika had kept the door open for the Zomato delivery guy but forgot to lock it.

Wasim pushed the door quietly and entered inside, he tip toed his way in the living room and was taken aback with the luxury at their disposal. He looked around the kitchen and saw no one was there. As he moved through the living room, he could hear the shower running in one of the bedroom. He smiled to himself and realized Rasika was taking a shower.
Wasim gently pushed the bedroom door so that it opens completely, just next to the bedroom door was the bathroom. Wasim wanted to get a complete view of her as she steps out of the shower.

Inside the shower, Rasika was taking a relaxing bath after a long tiring early morning exercise and usual petty fight with her husband. She loved the hot water on her sexy body and cherished these early morning showers. After some time Wasim heard the shower turning off and he quickly went to the living room and stood exactly in front of the bedroom, from where he could get a perfect view as she steps out.

In the bathroom, Rasika chose her comfy black bra & panties set and also had a white bath robe covering her. She left the robe open in the front and was drying her hair. She hardly tied the robe on her waist, leaving it dangling at the bottom.
She stepped out of the shower and turned towards the living room.


 
WASIM...............are you crazyyyyyy? Rasika quickly turned back and entered the bathroom again.
Wasim just stood there with fire in his eyes, he got a quick glance of her half naked sexy milky body. He could clearly see her black sexy bra and her open bath robe. He immediately had a hard on just by looking at her and went near the TV in her living room. 

Wasim- "Sorry madam sorry. Got your lunch"

Rasika- "What are you doing here?" 

Wasim- "Madam the door was open, got your lunch madam"

Rasika- "Just keep it on the table and leave" she roared from the bathroom

Wasim kept the lunch on the dining table and left with a huge smile on his face and a huge tent in his pants. 

Over the next few days, Rasika voided eye contact with Wasim whenever she was in the balcony or went down to get some stuff. Wasim was worried that she might be pissed off at him. But his worries quickly subsided when one day Rasika went to talk to him near the main gate.

Rasika- "Wasim ji, just had a request"

Wasim- "Yes tell me madam. Why you came here? You could just call me madam"

Rasika blushed and said, "Whatever you saw that day, please don't tell anyone" 

Wasim smiled and said, "Don't worry madam" 

Rasika- "You keep my secret and I'll keep you secret. Deal?"

Wasim- "Yes madam" with a smirk

"But madam, you looked so hot that day" Wasim added with a smile

"Shut up and don't tell anyone. What do you mean that day? I don't look hot everyday?" She teased him

"No no not like that. You are the hottest women i've ever seen madam" Wasim took his chance

Rasika blushed and turned back towards her flat, Wasim as usual had his eyes fixed on her sexy swaying ass. He was happy with how things were progressing so far.

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Next day, Sumit came back from Mumbai in a bad mood. The meeting didn't go as expected and his boss really gave him a hard time. Sumit was worried that this might have an impact on his salary appraisal this year. Sumit was humiliated by the clients in front of everyone and this really impacted his confidence.

Rasika opened the door and welcomed her husband in, she could sense he was in a bad mood. As soon as he entered the house, as usual he started taking out his frustrations on her

Rasika- "How was the meeting baby?"

Sumit- "Don't even talk to me, make some tea for me"

Rasika- "Don't talk to me like that Sumit, I'm not your servant"

Sumit- "What else do you have to do? Just stay home and spend my hard earned money"

Rasika- "Please don't start again, I'll make tea for you"

Sumit- "Yeah you better do that. And why you bought these new curtains? For how much?"

Rasika- "Only 10k Sumit, I really loved them"

Sumit- "WHAT? Looks like i have to stop giving you money. Then you will realize the importance of money"

By now Rasika had tears in her eyes, she gave him the tea and rushed towards her bedroom and started crying. Sumit just ignored her and started reading the newspaper. Rest of the day was spent with both ignoring each other. Later in the evening, Rasika went to the local D-mart store for groceries shopping.

Rasika really enjoyed her time alone at the D-mart, she also had a relaxing coffee after the groceries were done. Later in the evening it started raining heavily and she had to take a uber to reach home. The uber dropped her at some distance from her society and Rasika started walking back with her groceries, completely drenched in the rain.

Wasim saw her carrying all the bags, he quickly grabbed his umbrella and started running towards her.

"Madam....Madam.....Wait.....Take this"

Both Wasim and Rasika were under the umbrella now, Rasika thanked him for the kind gesture.

Wasim- "Madam give me the bags"

Rasika- "Thank you Wasim, you are so nice. You know how to take care of the ladies"

Soon both of them were standing very close to each other in the lift, Rasika completely drenched in the rain. Her wet T-shirt was sticking to her body and had a perfect outline of her big sexy boobs and navel. Wasim quickly stole glances of her wet boobs and carried the groceries to her home.

Sumit opened the door and saw Wasim with the groceries bag and his sexy wife Rasika standing very close to him, fully drenched. He lost his temper seeing him with Rasika

Sumit- "What the hell is this guy doing with you?"

Rasika- "He's just trying to help me"

Sumit- "Tell him to put the groceries down and fuck off"

Wasim calmly walked inside the living room, put the groceries down. Rasika had enough of her husband's attitude.

Rasika- "Wasim, will you have some tea?"

Wasim- "Yes madam"

Rasika- "Please sit, be comfortable"

Rasika made tea only for him and herself, Sumit just sat on the couch looking at his sexy drenched wife and the watchman having tea. Wasim thanked her for the tea and said goodbye to her.

Next morning, Wasim kept an eye on Sumit and Rasika. As soon as Sumit left for office he rushed to their flat with tea made by him in his quarter.

Rasika was dressed in a blue denim shorts with T-shirt when she hear the doorbell. She was surprised to see Wasim standing at her door with a kettle.

Wasim- "Madam, Today i made some tea for you"

Rasika welcomed him in and closed the door, Wasim was mesmerized by looking at her sexy long toned legs and her milky white skin.

Rasika- "Wasim ji, it was not required honestly. I will get you something to eat"

Rasika went to the kitchen to fetch some toast and biscuits for them. Wasim's eyes were fixated on her sexy ass.



Wasim and Rasika both settled down on the couch, enjoying the tea and talking like long lost friends. Rasika figured Wasim was a caring and understanding man. She thought it might be with experience, as he was 50 years old and both she and her husband were young couple.
Throughout the conversation, Wasim's eyes were darting towards her sexy toned thighs. He had a hard time maintaining eye contact with her. 

Wasim- "Rasika ji, why are you not eating anything?"

Rasika- "I'm fasting today Wasim ji"

After almost half n hour of chit catting, Wasim got up to leave. Rasika took the tray which had some biscuits, toast and laddoo and started walking behind him to close the door. As she was walking she lost balance of the tray and one laddoo was almost falling down, she quickly catched it with her other hand. In the process, her fingers were sticky because of the laddoo.

Rasika- "Shit yaar, my fingers are sticky and can't even eat this laddoo. Need to clean this now"

Without saying a word, Wasim stepped forward and put her index finger in his mouth and started slowly licking the laddoo remains of her finger.  
Rasika gasped at the sudden assault on her finger, Wasim did the same with all of her remaining fingers. He slowly and carefully licked the laddoo off all of her fingers in the process making them wet with his saliva. 

Rasika regained her senses and quickly pushed him out and closed the door. Wasim went to the society main door as a happy man.

Rasika was shocked at how fast things progressed, She rushed to the bathroom to clean her fingers but stopped near the basin. She looked in the mirror and a naughty smile formed on her face. She slowly put her index finger in her mouth and started licking his saliva off her finger. Slowly and steadily she did the same with all of her fingers. She loved the taboo and naughty feeling this was giving her. She had craved physical contact which was missing from her life right now. Her husband was always busy with his office and his attitude right now was outright disgusting. 

Rasika was in two minds, one thought running through her head was she should not do anything like this ever again. Another thought in her mind was what's wrong with some teasing? Why not have some fun if her husband is ignoring her? Tease the old watchman a little bit. She decided she will go with teasing the watchman and having some fun but clearly setting boundaries. 

Next day onwards, after Sumit left for office Wasim used to have tea with Rasika and their game resumed. Rasika used to dip her fingers in honey and Wasim used to lick them to his heart's consent. Rasika loved the feel of his warm mouth and slick long tongue wrapped around her fingers, twirling his tongue around her fingers slowly and expertly and licking them clean. After a little bit of pleading and unsuccessful attempts, Wasim was successful in convincing Rasika to dip her toes in honey and Wasim started licking her toes clean. He started biting, licking and sucking on her sexy toes slowly and enjoying every inch of the toes of this sexy wife. Rasika was turned on by his expert toe sucking, she was new to foot worship. This game continued for a couple of days until Wasim tried to forcefully kiss her one day and Rasika had to ask him to leave.

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Will provide an update tomorrow. Happy Diwali guys

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One week later-

Rasika was contemplating what has she done with him. Afterall he is a low life watchman old enough to be her father. She rushed in her bedroom and sat in front of the mirror.

"Naughty Naughty.........Wasim is good with his tongue. The way he twirled his tongue around my fingers, it was sensational" Thought Rasika

Her mind was in a dilemma, on one hand she was missing the physical intimacy with her husband as he was always busy with work. On the other hand was a old watchman who was showing interest in her, Rasika took a good look at her body in the mirror in front of her.

"With this body, I could have any rich successful man lusting after me" she thought

But something about Wasim had always intrigued her, his rugged looks, his strong thick physique, his greying big beard, his thick forearms and lips. Wasim just oozed alpha man vibes and something raw which stirred her to her core.

Rasika made a decision to stop encouraging him before things proceed to far, she was after all a rich classy housewife who was living in a posh society which housed mostly elite families of Pune.

Her mind also drifted to her husband Sumit, who had a soft feminine body and was below average in bed. Add to that he never went down on her nor asked for a blowjob from Rasika. Things were always very vanilla between them in bed. Sumit had a very conservative upbringing and was never a lively fellow.

The fights between them also increased recently, mostly stemming from the fact that Sumit had a lot of work pressure and Rasika didn't find a job.
Sumit used to fire a volley of taunts at her to which Rasika always replied with acute replies. She always wanted to look after the home.

Rasika looked at the wall clock, it was 6pm and she thought of going on a run, she always loved Pune weather which was perfect for a jog or a hike.

Rasika changed into a sports bra and her fav running shorts which hugged her sexy long legs and her toned ass like a second skin. Rasika admired her lithe toned body in the mirror and smiled looking at what she saw.

She took the elevator and was near the main gate of the society when Wasim saw her from his chair, his mouth was open and his tongue hit the floor as he saw her walking, her big sexy milky boobs bouncing as she was walking and her big sexy voluptuous ass swaying as she was walking.

As she came near him, Wasim whistled at her and started singing a creepy Hindi song

"Ufffff teri adaaa, i like the way you move, Ufffff tere badan...................."

Rasika lost her temper hearing this, she wanted to show this man where he belongs. She started talking about her husband's status in society.

Wasim could not help but notice Rasika’s heavenly beauty. His heart raced faster as he saw her walking during her lecture, head held high, the front of sports bra stuck on her chest and he could clearly see the fullness of her tits in her sports bra. She was wearing a black colored tight pants. The man could easily make out the structure of her lovely, long slender milky legs!! As she turned to while talking, his eyes was quick to spot the round, full ass swaying… Pushpa’s ass is not even half as firm and taut as her…......he had completely forgot about pushpa since Sumit dismissed her.
     

Rasika paced up and down and started a lecture to which Wasim only uttered occasional ” yes/no ” . Though not directly gazing, but his mind was transfixed on her beautiful long legs and delicious shape of her ass. Being a sufficiently horny man, he remembered he had seen Disha Patani wear such pants on the internet, in his mind he compared Disha's ass with Rasika's. But Rasika’s ass looked much more delicious than even Disha Patani. Within minutes, his penis became like a iron pole.


The man picked up nothing of the long 15 minute lecture which Rasika gave him about society, status, money and loyal wife.
At the end as Rasika was going out for jog, he smiled creepily and told her ” Samajh gaya… Aap bahut samajhdaar ho….. Main aage se aise kaam nahi karunga.. ”

Rasika started jogging and muttered ” Idiotic misogynists low life scum…. All these poor low-class men are absolute jerks.. Will do nothing the entire day.. Then will get drunk and cause trouble wherever they go…. Bunch of ugly swines… ”

As Sumit reached home, Rasika had already changed into more comfortable clothes and dinner was ready. Both of them had dinner and Rasika told him how she gave Wasim a piece of her mind today. Rasika didn't go into detail as she knew Sumit is short tempered and might get him fired just like he did with Pushpa. 

Sumit unknown to Rasika, posted a whatsapp message in their society group and filed a complaint against Wasim to the society secretary. Next day, a meeting was held in the society and Wasim was given a final warning to behave properly by the secretary. 
He was hurt by Rasika's behavior. He thought these rich class bitches just use people like him when they need and act all pious and sanskari as soon as they don't want to continue. 

Rasika and Sumit were both happy with the outcome of the meeting, Wasim also started behaving himself and somehow thought this was his destiny. These rich class people don't care about people like him, it's all about money. 

One month passed and Rasika and Sumit completely forgot about the Wasim saga, both of them were looking forward to go to Mumbai to attend a wedding of one of Sumit's friend. On a fine saturday, Sumit and Rasika went to Mumbai and had a blast at the wedding. Most of his friends were meeting each other after a long time, his friends were turned on by Sumit's hot and sexy wife. Almost all of them tried to flirt with her but she politely declined all the advances. In the evening, Sumit got a call from his boss that he has to return to Pune immediately as there was a major issue in one of their client records and his boss was very angry on him. 

Sumit informed Rasika that they have to leave leaving her disappointed, she was looking to spend the Sunday in Mumbai and maybe shop a little, before returning back to Pune. 

Both Sumit and Rasika bid farewell to their friends and started their return journey to Pune at night, Sumit had experience of driving at night so both of them agreed to leave immediately instead of waiting for Sunday morning. 

Rasika was wearing a maroon silk top and matching pants which displayed her sexy figure perfectly. As they crossed Panvel, Sumit realized his car was having some problem with the engine, his car was losing power as he was trying to race forward. Soon his car came to a halt and Sumit somehow steered it to the side of the road.

Rasika- "What happened?"

Sumit- "I don't know, engine problems maybe"

Rasika- "OMG. Now what?"

Sumit- "I doubt we can get help at this time of the night, it's 12:45 already"

Sumit tried to start the engine again n again but to no avail, Rasika started panicking as Sumit tried to calm her down. 

Sumit saw a cheap nearby dhaba and went to talk to the dhaba owner. The owner informed him that a local bus passes from here in the next 15mins and he can take the bus if he wants. But the owner warned him that it's not a private or luxury bus and it won't have upper class people like him. Sumit dismissed his concern and told him anyway Pune is hardly 3hrs from here. 

Sumit locked his car and informed the official service center to pick up his car from the desired location. Rasika was on board with Sumit's idea of taking the local bus as they had to reach home asap. 

Sumit and Rasika were standing near the dhaba with their luggage, all eyes were on Rasika and they could feel the creepy vibes coming from the patrons at the dhaba. The bus arrived and Sumit and Rasika were both surprised looking at the terrible condition of the bus. As the bus stopped in front of them, Rasika contemplated climbing the steps and looked at Sumit with pleading eyes. Sumit dismissed her concern and nudged her to go forward. 

As they climbed into the bus, both of them were sick to their stomach looking at the condition of the bus and the people sitting in it. 
They quickly scanned the people and realized that it was filled with low class men and there were hardly any women in the bus. Sumit nudged his wife to walk quickly and some of the men woke up due to Rasika's heels clicking on the metal floor of the bus. 
Mostly everyone was asleep by then, as few men started waking up and looking back at the sexy lady walking in the bus, Sumit panicked and asked his wife to go back all the way to the last seat. 

Rasika tried to reason with him that the last seats were the most bumpy, Sumit quickly dismissed her and said Pune is only 100kms from here and brushed her off arrogantly. Soon both of them settled down on the last seat to the right side of the bus and put their luggage to the empty seats to the left side of their seats. Unknown to them, a familiar pair of eyes was watching them from 5 seats ahead of them. He was sleeping peacefully when Rasika's heels woke him up from his sleep.



Half n hour into the journey, the bus stopped at a small restaurant for refreshments. Rasika asked Sumit to get a bottle of bisleri for her so Sumit stepped down from the bus. As Sumit paid for the bottle and started walking towards his seat, he initially thought he was walking towards the wrong seat. The bus was pitch dark as all the lights were switched off.

As Sumit reached near his seat, he saw his sexy wife was trembling with fear and tears were running down her cheeks. He saw a big burly man sitting next to her wearing a white pathaani suit. The man turned to face him and Sumit felt his heart stopped beating. 

"WASIMMMMM" he said

Rasika quickly told Sumit to keep his mouth shut, she pointed at her stomach and Sumit saw Wasim was holding a knife pointing at her stomach. Sumit saw the knife pointing at her and his body went limp. He felt the energy sucked out of him. 

"Sit down next to your luggage" Wasim said to him.

"Wasim, please leave us alone" Sumit said

"You leave me alone" Wasim roared lightly

"Sit down or I will" His eyes were red with rage and alcohol

"Ok ok, don't hurt her. I'm sitting down" Sumit sat down next to the luggage at the left side of the bus.  

 

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Scared, Sumit looked around. Everyone around us seemed to be sleeping. The couple of rows in front of us were empty anyway. He started considering his options. But they were limited.

He looked at Rasika. Their eyes locked. She seemed as helpless as Sumit was.

Sumit thought of raising an alarm, wake up the other passengers, and hope for some help. But who will help? Besides, this was a really low-end ramshackle bus with mostly poor and lower-middle class people.

Rasika was staring back at him. Wasim was that he was also sliding closer and closer to her, pushing her towards the cold window on her right.

"Your husband thinks he can play with our lives" Wasim roared and started his verbal volleys at both of them

"First he fired poor Pushpa from the job, now me?" Wasim said staring daggers at Sumit

"What kind of a man are you Sumit? You can't handle situations with a maid like Pushpa, so you decide to fire her?"

"What about her husband? Her kids? Her livelihood? You destroyed her life Sumit"

"Do you know poor Pushpa attempted suicide because of what you did" Wasim lied to them

Rasika was shocked listening to this, her eyes started welling up. She partiailly agreed with what Wasim was saying, but the situation didn't make sense to her

"Do you rich class people have any idea how hard it is for people like us to survive?" Wasim kept on firing at them

"Clearly you have no idea, clearly you never had to fight for food, for salary, for just your existence"

"Have you ever had a fight with anyone sumit?" Wasim looked at him with anger

Sumit just shook his head

"I have had security officer men take me to the chowki and beat me senseless for no reason. I have a family in bangladesh who i never meet"

"I don't have a girlfriend because i have no money, do you know when is the last time i had sex? It's been more than 6 months"

"Pushpa and me were having a relationship, what's your problem?" Sumit was shell shocked to say anything. Every word Wasim said made sense to him.

Wasim clearly noted the expression change on his face, he clearly got him thinking and believing it's his fault.

"Throw me a blanket from that bag, madam is shivering" Wasim barked orders at him

Sumit opened the bag and threw a blanket at him, Wasim grabbed it and passed it to Rasika.

"Cover yourself madam, it's too cold" Rasika unfolded the blanket with shivering hands and pulled it upto her neck. Only her face was visible to anyone looking at her.
Soon some movements started under the blanket. Sumit could still see Rasika's face, although she had turned it away. Sumit could see tears starting to stream down her face.

"So sumit...what brings high class people like you to a bus like this?" Wasim asked.

Sumit closed his eyes to fight back tears, cursing the decisions he had made to put us in this situation.

"Sumit?"

He wasn't in the mood for chit-chat. The movements under that blanket were now getting a bit more hectic.

"Sumit?"

"Just shut up." Sumit said to him.

"Okay buddy. As you wish." Wasim gave him a creepy smile and winked at him

Sumit sat glued to his seat, his mind spinning with all the things that Wasim said and what's going on in front of him. He thought if he could just wait for the technician to come and check his car, or just wait and start their journey tomorrow morning, it would have been better. Now here they are, in a old rusty bus full of low income wages people. His wife in her sexy dress sitting next to their low life watchman who was clearly enjoying himself.

Sumit's classy innocent gorgeous wife was in the grip of their watchman. And the motions under the blanket were getting really hectic. He couldn't imagine what was happening under there. What troubles she was being put through. For a while, he tried not to look. But then sumit just had to.

Rasika's face was pressed against the window and Wasim's bearded face was gently kissing it. Wasim also bit and licked her left ear and tugged at it. He drew circled in her ear wit his tongue and also run his tongue over her neck upto her ear.

Soon the blanket fell off with all the motion. And Sumit felt like his heart stopped beating as he saw even in the darkness that his big hairy hands were mauling her tits over her velvet top. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks, although obeying his command, she had kept her noises to a minimum and continued looking outside through the window.

While her tears bothered Sumit in one way, they seemed to bother Wasim in a different way. He reached for the knife and pointed it in Sumit's direction. Then he whispered to Rasika in a voice loud enough for Sumit to hear.

"Now listen, darling. I can understand you crying a little. But it is getting too much now. Stop the crying or I will use this knife right now on your husband and end it for him right now. Do you understand? You weren't crying when I used to come to your place and lick your fingers dipped in honey. Lick your toes dipped in honey. Why acting so silly now?"

"Okay...okay." Rasika said, wiping her eyes. Whatever of the tears was left, he licked off with his gutka laced tongue and softly smirked.

Sumit clearly heard what was said and felt his heart sink even deeper, Wasim used to visit Rasika when he was not home and lick her fingers? What the hell

"Good girl. You seem like an intelligent memsaab type. So let me say this very plainly. We are in a dark bus in the middle of the night, and you are at my mercy. I like you. I think you are super hot. But I don't want to hurt you. Nor hurt your husband here. Let me do what I want for a little while and I will leave you alone. But if you keep resisting and crying and whining all the time, I might lose my temper." Wasim warned her in a sinister way

He said that last bit with a scary edge to his voice. She opened her eyes wide, turned her face towards him and stared into his eyes.

"Do you understand?" he said.

"Yes." Rasika meekly said.

Sumit felt so powerless and ashamed that he couldn't do anything to stop this. And that his wife had to give in to such horrible demands from a lowlife watchman.

"Good. Now...take off this sexy top."

Rasika sighed and opened the knot of her sexy velvet top. It dropped to the floor on top of the blanket.

Sumit was watching and listening to all this with rage and shame building up inside him. Rasika looked at him sadly and then started removing her hands covering over her bra-covered boobs.

"Wowww." Wasim said, fondling her tits and fingering her cleavage. "Open the bra."

She reached back with her hands and unclasped it. Wasim roughly pushed the bra cups up and started mauling her tits like they were ripe mangoes.

"Your nipples are so sexy and erect. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he whispered with a smirk.

"It's cold." she flatly said as Wasim licked her nipples one by one.

"You are right madam. It is cold. We could always pick up that blanket to cover you up and I could play with you under there. But then...your husband won't get to see anything."

Wasim said that and then pointed at Sumit's crotch.

"Clearly your husband is enjoying this." he said and laughed.

Sumit's first reaction was, what nonsense. But then he realized that Wasim was right. Without meaning to or wanting to, he had developed a hard erection even in this harrowing situation. My body or subconscious mind or whatever was aroused at the sight of this burly watchman attacking my wife's exposed tits in the dark bus. What the hell?

Sumit was distraught. He looked at his crotch. And then he looked at Rasika. She had seen his obvious erection. And there was a hurt expression on her face.


"Can you imagine how angry, humiliated, and hurt I am feeling right now?" Rasika thundered angrily at her husband.


"Here I am, in the control of a scum watchman in a bus in the middle of nowhere." she continued yelling. "I am being forced to do unspeakable things. He is having his way with me. And my husband sitting there, instead of trying to figure out a way to end it, is turned on by it?"

Sumit knew she had a point. But he was upset too.

"So it's my fault? What was I supposed to do? It's not like the movies, you know. If I try something, we could both be hurt you know." Sumit yelled back.

Rasika glared at her husband. Then her expression seemed to soften a little.

"I know the reality of the situation. But I was...and still am...wondering about that erection." she said.

"Yeah, well, so am I." Sumit bitterly said. "It wasn't a conscious choice, you know? My body isn't completely in my control, you know?"

"I...I believe you." she gently said and looked down at Wasim's face feasting on her big milky tits.


Sumit was still trying to come to terms with the erection, looking at Rasika's face wearing an expression of betrayal. Wasim even chuckled in the middle of mauling his wife's tits and finally spoke again.

"You see, darling madam, your husband likes it, I like it, and I assure you, you will like it eventually. So just accept it." Wasim said and took a nipple in his mouth.

Rasika and Sumit were still staring at each other. And eventually he saw her expression change. From betrayal to one of resignation and disappointment. Until then, her body language, even after she cooperated, had shown some resistance. Her body was still partly stiff and her movements were still forced. At that moment, a big change happened, and the fight seemed to go out of her. She seemed almost broken. Her right hand hung limply and her left hand rested on the back of the seat. She seemed to have given up as her exposed creamy white tits and erect pink nipples shone in the meager light of the passing street lamps.

And she closed her eyes. Tightly shut. That cut off any eye contact between us for the next several moments as Wasim resumed licking and biting her nipples, fondling her ample boobs. The shocking thing for Sumit was that my erection didn't subside. It stayed just as hard, and maybe even kept getting harder as he saw, just a few feet away, his wife enjoying with the watchman. He could still see the knife on the seat next to him. But by now, he didn't even have the remotest wish to reach for it.

Pretty soon he started observing another change in Rasika's body language. He knew that she had really sensitive nipples and boobs. Seeing his erection had made her give up. So Wasim's tongue and hands were now starting to have an effect. I saw her expression change to a relaxed one. Her breath quickened and her chest started heaving a bit. Even after being forced into the situation, my wife's body had started taking pleasure in what was happening, much like my body had. And then Sumit heard a soft moan.


"You are moaning as he is playing with your...breasts." Sumit asked her in whispers.

"I know." she shrugged. "My body isn't completely in my control either, I guess."

"Are you trying to use my own words against me?" Sumit had tears in his eyes

"No, honey, I am being serious. And honest." Rasika sincerely said.


Sumit stared at what was happening right now. Her gentle moans were now becoming frequent. Her nipples, he could see, were more erect than would have been caused by just the cold. Her shivers were also different than before. And her naked boobs were covered by a sheen of Wasim's saliva and so glistened every time there was some light.

Wasim took one hand off her boobs and unbuttoned his shirt. He then took her right hand and slipped it inside his shirt. She didn't resist. She didn't pull it away even after he let go. It stayed inside his shirt, playing with his chest hair.

Sumit's wife was indeed not the reluctant forced participant that she had been a few minutes ago. Seeing that he was aroused seemed to have caused a big change in her mindset. From first resigning herself to the situation, she now seemed to be drawing some pleasure out of it as her moans showed.

Her body had been pushed against the window with her breasts exposed. The nipples were super erect. She was breathing heavily and moaning softly. Her hands were playing with Wasim's chest hair and head hair. It's little surprise then that Wasim decided to make the next move. He lifted her right leg off the floor and up over his waist. She did not resist and her ankle landed on his back. His left hand then moved from her boobs down past her soft stomach behind her back. And I could see that it was being pushed down her tight velvet pants. And soon the watchman's big hair left hand was grabbing my wife's ass cheek.

"OUCH" she let out a different kind of moan at his touch. Sumit couldn't believe his eyes as for the first time since the ordeal had started, he saw her smile.

"Easy na Wasim, you are so rough with me" Rasika smiled at him

Wasim's left hand was inside my wife's velvet pants playing hard with her ass. In the last few moments, she had slid down completely flat on the rexine bus seat. His other hand was under her shoulders, holding her in a tight embrace. His shirt was by now completely open as her right hand played with her chest hair. And her left arm was wrapped tightly around his neck. He was on top of her and they were fondling and making out like two horny teenagers without a care in the world.

Wasim's right hand grabbed her rolled-up top and bra and pulled them off her, throwing that bunch of fabric at Sumit as it landed on his face. His erection started throbbing as Sumit realized that his gorgeous wife's voluptuous body was now topless under his hulking mass.

Under his body, I could make out that he had pushed her velvet pants down a bit. Sumit could see the smooth naked skin at the top of her thighs. And now he could see how his hand was moving from her hips to her ass and eventually towards the front. To her crotch!

"OUCHHHH AHHHHHH!!" Rasika moaned loudly. Sumit didn't see exactly what had made her utter something that loud for the first time since this situation began. But he could guess.

That loud voice had some effect. Until then, everything had been done in whispers. All the other passengers kept sleeping. But her loud moan roused a couple of them. Sumit could see some heads turning towards the back. And there were a few murmurs.

Wasim realized what had happened. He stayed on top of Rasika, his hand still at her pussy, as he raised his shoulders to look at the rest of the passengers.

And then Sumit was taken aback as Wasim stopped fondling his wife and sat up. He pushed her up, and she sat up too, topless. But her breasts were heaving and her face wore an incredibly aroused expression. Sumit saw his wife's lipstick smeared all across her lips and felt his dick throb again.

Sumit was a little surprised. He had expected their activities to go all the way right there in the bus. Instead, they had stopped midway and were sitting up. This seemed strange.

"Rasika, are you...are you still okay?" Sumit whispered lightly.

"I am still okay." she replied in Hindi, and then asked sarcastically, "Are you still erect?"

Before he could say anything, Wasim started giggling. What was happening?

"Rasika, come on." Sumit protested, tears welling up in his eyes again, because yes, He was still erect. The laughing continued by both Wasim and Rasika.

"Sumit look at me, it happened because of the problem with us!" Rasika spoke to him calmly

"There was a problem with us???" this was news to Sumit. He thought he had a happy marriage.

"The very fact that you don't even seem aware of the problem shows what a big problem it was." Rasika said, miffed.

"Then please explain it to me." Sumit said wiping his tears

"Do you know the last time we had sex?" Rasika asked him

"I...it was..." Honestly, He could not remember.

"I can tell you. It was over 4 months ago. Because every night, you have to be in the office till late. Work your ass off. And I know, I know, we may become millionaires but at what cost? Ever since we moved here, we have been like two roommates rather than husband or wife." Rasika ranted.

"I...I am sorry. I never realized..." Sumit started crying again

Suddenly the bus started slowing down. Sumit looked out the window to see if we were approaching some town. But it was still all dark and the roads were lined by trees. Finally the bus stopped near a small shop just outside Pune. A couple of passengers started stretching in the front, but stayed in their seats.

"My darling, I'll be taking your leave now" Saying this Wasim started dressing up and was getting ready to end his journey as we were very near to Pune.
As Wasim moved to button his shirt, Sumit looked down in horror that the zipper of his pant was open and his thick black horse cock was out and oozing pre cum.

Sumit could still see movements in the dim light, his wife's milky white hand playing with his big cock. Sumit never got the complete picture earlier as wasim's huge back was facing him when he was playing with his sexy wife. He realized Rasika had slipped her hand in his pant and was playing with his cock too.

"I will be leaving now. You have an amazingly sexy wife, man." Wasim said as he slipped out of his seat and patted me on the shoulder. "I will take good care of her, don't you worry. Sumit, you focus on your job and promotion from tomorrow." Wasim smirked and chuckled at him.

And just like that, Sumit and Rasika saw Wasim disappear in the darkness.

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Yes took idea and parts from that story, it was perfect match for my story and situation

[ShadowRising321]

Both Rasika and Sumit quietly returned home, not a word was spoken between them. Sumit entered the living room and crashed on the sofa.
Rasika meanwhile rushed to the bathroom without even looking at her husband. The trip was quite exhausting for her- not just physically but mentally & sexually as well.

Thoughts were running in Rasika's head as she stood naked under the hot shower, she had everything that had transpired over the last few hours vividly clear in her head. The water gushed down her naked body as it formed a stream & passed between her breasts- eventually falling down on her flat stomach and then trickling to reach her feet.

Rasika was running her palms on her boobs when she looked down to see the trail of water as it formed a mini pool of foam near her beautiful feet. She raised her toes up and down to disturb it and to let the water flow freely to the shower drain.

She closed the shower knob & moved her hands over her soft & straight dark brown hair to squeeze the water they were holding before she started to use a body cream to rub over her boobs and torso. She was rubbing it in circular motion to get every bit of filth off her body that was left few hours back when she was in the bus- reluctantly getting dominated by her watchman Wasim.

Rasika closed her eyes and thought about Wasim's big hairy body grinded against her soft body & the way Wasim feasted on her big white milky breasts. All these thoughts sent shivers down her body. Her mind said it was not right & she was not supposed to give to or receive pleasure from a degraded man. But her heart was telling her that her pussy thoroughly enjoyed the feeling she experienced when Wasim was dominating her in front of her husband.

'Ufff................. Rasika what have you done girl? What were you thinking?'

'How horny & slutty were you to degrade to a level of giving pleasure to a watchman?'

...............she said to herself as she finished lathering her sexy torso and bent down to rub her legs and beautiful feet now.

Rasika's mind wandered onto her husband Sumit and how he was getting a boner looking at his wife and their watchman. Her expression turned serious and she knew they need to have a discussion about their future.

She finally finished; carefully wrapped a large white towel around her body that covered her entire torso starting from her boobs and ended just an inch above her knee. She stepped out of the bathroom- her hair still wet and her shoulders exposed.

'What if Wasim would have followed her upstairs? Would he have demanded sex? Would he have forced himself upon me?' she thought.

"Damn! Rasika! Get a hold of yourself!" she said out loud as her nipples became erect with just her thoughts running her mind.

'You are safe now!' her thoughts continued.

She exited the bathroom & entered the bedroom- it was a large master bedroom- big enough for a closet, a queen size bed, a couple of bedside tables & a dresser. She sat down on a pouffe and started applying a neutral fragrance body butter on her sexy legs as she recalled how Wasim's cock felt on them. As she took a look at herself in the mirror- she noticed the love bites Wasim left on her neck and big boobs. They had turned purplish-red now and Rasika was disgusted as she continued looking at them. She frowned as she pressed on the hickey with her finger.

Rasika looked in the mirror and saw her Sumit had entered the bedroom and was standing behind her. His eyes were transfixed on the hickey on her neck.

"What are you looking at babe"? Rasika asked him teasingly

"Nothing.....It's just" Sumit was caught looking at her hickey

"Wasim marked your wife, there's more if you want to see. But you need to answer few questions" Rasika teased him

Sumit sat down on the bed with a smile on his face.

Rasika stood up and pushed Sumit flat on the bed, she sat on his waist with both of her legs tying him down. Sumit could already feel the strength of her strong sexy legs and her natural bone weight.

Rasika gently started exposing the top portion of her big breasts to Sumit, she was slowly pulling down the towel.
Sumit's eyes got large looking at the scene in front of him, his mind automatically started counting the hickeys on her boobs.

"You like it baby?" She asked him

"Yeah. Show me more" He replied

"I will. Get naked first" Rasika commanded him

Sumit quickly undressed and sat on the bed in the same position. Rasika looked at her husband's barely 3 inch cock and sighed.

"Are you upset Sumit?" She asked her husband

Sumit started sweating profusely looking at his wife, his mind started a thousand thoughts all at the same time.

"Please don't be mad at me," Rasika pleaded, "I did what seemed right and even though you may think I may have gone overboard but anything less would not have worked."

"You may be doubting my manliness..." Sumit said

"Relax, I am not going to judge you based on what happened." Rasika said and continued

"What matters is that we love each other and are not afraid to expose our not-so-good-side to each other."

"It is only possible if we trust each other and have complete faith in our relationship." She concluded

"Still didn't you expect me to put up a fight?" Sumit weakly replied.

"No..." she tried to console him.

"Are you still mad at me?" Rasika asked

"No."

"Move back" Rasika commanded him

"Now I really want to hear from you," she whispered into Sumit's ear, "how much you liked the bus episode."

Her hand got hold of his penis and she started stroking it. I noticed that she was trying something funny and asked, "what are you doing?"

"You shall see," she replied.

"You have to talk," she urged, "otherwise we may be sitting here for hours..."

"I am serious - I won't let this have any relief," she added emphatically pointing to my penis.

"Go on," she urged, "even though it doesn't seem appropriate I know that you enjoyed it."

"There is no need for us to hide such things..."

Sumit weighed his options, she moved back to grab something and then moved back on the bed. He noticed her hand caressing his butt from behind. Within a few moments her middle finger sneaked into his crack and poked his anal opening.

"It's okay..." she assured him as he tried to move and got hold of his penis again.

"You should like it," she whispered in his ear. Her other hand now was massaging his testicles as the hand behind gently massaged his anus.

"Don't think, I will allow your silence," she quipped. Her gentle massaging was feeling so pleasant that for a few moments Sumit even lost track of what she had asked. When she pushed him again, he asked, "What do you want to know?"

"Did you ever fantasize about me making out with someone else?" Rasika quipped.

"Uh," He groaned as her finger tried to make in. He tried to hold her hand but she pushed it aside saying, "don't worry.. I know what I am doing."

"Yes," Sumit groaned as she finally barged her middle finger in past the sphincter muscles only to pull it back out again.

"Was it really me or some other woman?" she sensually posed, kissing him on the cheek. Her finger tried to probe deeper once again; there was much less resistance this time.

"You," Sumit exhaled as her actions were edging me closer to his orgasm. She still only massaged his testicles and didn't really touch his penis but it was already jerking

"Did you imagine a threesome or just some action between the two of us?"

"Just the two of you," Sumit quipped.

"Who would be the guy in your fantasies?" she asked.

"Someone imaginary or ..." Saying this she pushed her middle finger completely into his anus, her knuckles touching his skin.

"WASIM," Sumit reluctantly responded.

"Do you want me to go all the way with him or just play with him little bit?" Rasika asked him

"No no strictly no sex. Only tease him and play with him little bit" Sumit panicked

"OK" Rasika said and removed her finger from his anus.