Adultery The French Connection

[Nightking]

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                                                   bdrew86

[Nightking]

I sighed as I finally walked past the gate of my apartment complex. It was an unusually hot day even for a city like Mumbai where the summers were cruel. The heat, the humidity, the fatigue was complimented by a heavy bag of groceries that I carried in my hands and also a big hand bag that was over my shoulder.


Drops of sweat were accumulating on my forehead as I awkwardly walked to my building. As I was walking, I noticed a cab standing below my building. It was a cab from one of those several cab hiring companies that had sprung up in the country in the last few years. 

The trunk of the cab was open and I saw a couple of bags inside the trunk and I also noticed the driver sitting in the cab. He turned his head to look at me as I walked passed him, not failing to realize his lecherous stare.

'Asshole...' I thought about the cab driver and kept walking. I went over to the elevator and noticed that the 'out of order' board was hanging on the elevator door. Since my house was on the third floor, I never really needed the elevator. I had kept myself active enough to easily climb the stairs. But with all the groceries in my hand, my dehydrated body didn't have the energy to climb up the fleet of stairs which looked like huge challenge.

I cursed under my breath and started dragging myself to my third floor apartment via the stairs. I slowly and awkwardly labored my way over to my apartment and kept the bag of groceries on the stairs. I started looking for the keys to my house inside the bag when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

I glanced up to see a tall, lean man walking down towards me. Looking at his white complexion and blond hair, I realized that he wasn't from around; that he was a foreigner. 

He stopped a couple of feet away from on the staircase. He was tall and the couple of feet added by the step made him look taller. I kept looking up at him, expecting him to say something. But he looked down at his feet and I followed his gaze to realize that my bag of groceries was in the way. 

We both looked at each other and all I could do was smile awkwardly and move the bag to the side. He smiled at me, tipped his baseball cap and started walking down the stairs. I immediately picked up the bag of groceries and realized that he was staring me as he walked down the stairs. His stare wasn't as obvious and lecherous as the cabbie but none the less like a man checking out a woman. Being a woman, that too a beautiful one, I had become used to being stared and at times gawked at and didn't make much of it and walked inside my apartment.

I freshened up, had a couple of glasses of water and got down to cooking myself a meal. I was busy in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell. I wondered who it might be at the door in the middle of the afternoon. I walked over and opened the door to see my neighbor and friend Rupali.

"Hi Rhea..." Rupali said as she walked into my house.

"Hi Rupali..." I replied and closed the door behind me. Rupali and I had known each other ever since I moved to this place 5 years ago; she had moved here a year before I did. She and I were in our early thirties and we hit it off immediately and had been good friends ever since.

"We have a new neighbor amongst us." Rupali said as she walked behind me into the kitchen.

"I know." I replied.

"He's not from around here, you know?" She said as stood in the kitchen and I walked over to the kitchen counter to cook.

"I know." I replied.

"How do you know?" She asked with a sense of bewilderment, in her typical high pitched voice. Rupali, being the gossip monger of the neighborhood took offence to the fact that I knew the hottest piece of gossip before she could tell me.

"I saw him. He walked right passed me some time back." I told her, trying to pacify her dented ego.

"Ohhh...Do you know his name?" She asked.

"No I don't." I replied. As soon as I said that I saw her face glow hi delight. She finally was telling me something I didn't know.

"His name is Jacques. He is from France. His company posted him here at their office in BKC and he came to India a couple of days ago. He was living at the Marriott for the last couple of days. Mr. Mehra leased out his house to the company Jacques works in and they've giving him that place to live." Rupali said that in one breath.

I smiled in amusement at how excited she sounded telling me about a stranger from overseas who had moved in not more than an hour ago.

"How do you know all that? Are you a spy or something...like James Bond?" I asked her, wondering how she could gather all that information so quickly.

"Hahaha...No! I talked to him sometime back." She replied.

"Ohhh...You were welcoming him to the neighborhood huh?" I said and winked at her.

"Hehe...No No...just a courtesy visit; you know that I am a good neighbor." She replied, poorly justifying her walking up to a stranger and asking him a whole lot about himself.

"Hmmmm...righttttt..." I said and laughed and Rupali joined the laughter.

"What are you making for lunch?" She asked as she walked over to the counter and peeped inside on of the pots.

"Nothing special...just the usual." I replied.

"Your usual is also special for me. I love your cooking. I am not in the mood to cook today. I am going to eat here." She declared.

"Hehehe...alright..." I replied and we both got busy cooking.

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Another round of grocery shopping had come up a few days after. It had been days since Rupali had dropped by for lunch and we had talked about our new neighbor. This time I avoided going to the shop in the afternoon and opted for an evening excursion. 

I walked over to the shop and heard some commotion. The shop keeper was talking loudly to a man whose back was towards me.

"No...I no Englisss...No...Vhaat you whaant?" I heard Ratichand, our neighborhood grocer speaking rather loudly.

I could hear the man speaking what was clearly not English. I walked closer to enquire when Ratichand saw me and turned to talk to me.

"Are madam...dekho na ye firang kya bol raha hai...kuch samajh nahi aa raha..." (Madam...look at this foreigner...I have no clue what he is saying). Ratichand said, sounding clearly agitated.

The man turned to me as soon as he heard Ratichand talk to me and I got a clear look at his face. It was the Frenchman from my building, Jacques. Amused at the cultural clash between the men, I smiled and walked over to them. Jacques gave me an awkward smile as I stood next to him. 

"What do you want?" I asked Jacques in English which I thought he understood but I was clearly wrong. He looked lost, perhaps trying to figure out what I was asking him. I asked him again, this time tilting my hand in the typical Indian way when asking a question.

"Oeufs...Je veux des oeufs." He said.

"Huh...what?" I replied. I knew he was speaking French but at the moment I was as clueless as Ratichand.

Jacques thought for a moment and then tucked his hands under his armpits and started flapping hands like that of a chicken. He even went to the extent of clucking like a chicken and then made a circle with his index finger and thumb. I giggled when I realized what he wanted.

"Bhaiyya...give him a dozen eggs." I told Ratichand who look relieved and nodded his head in amusement when I solved the puzzle for him. 

Ratichand came back with a dozen eggs and Jacques seemed elated to finally get what he wanted. 

"Merci...." Jacques looked at me, gently nodded with a smile. Now I was no expert in French language but I knew a few words.

"You're welcome." I replied. Jacques picked up a loaf of bread, paid Ratichand the money and walked out of the store. I got busy shopping for my supplies and after a good fifteen minutes walked out of the store with a big bag of groceries. 

As I stepped out of the store, I saw Jacques standing there, smiling at me. He had been waiting there all this while. I smiled back at him and he started walking with me. I didn't mind that. Perhaps he was showing courtesy to a woman who had helped him in this strange foreign land. 

We kept walking slowly, not saying a word. I had the huge bag of groceries in my hand and was walking as awkwardly as the last time. He noticed that and promptly took the bag from my hands into his. I couldn't say much and I didn't want to either because it was a relief to have that bag off me.

"I...Jacques..." He said as he extended his arms for a handshake.

"Hehe...I am Rhea." I said, extending my hand and meeting his. The first thing I noticed was his hand was too large for mine. It enveloped my hand during the handshake. The next thing I noticed was how effortlessly he was holding the heavy grocery bag in his arm and walking with me.

"Nice...to...meet...you." He said and smiled.

"Nice to meet you too." I replied and we kept walking. As we walked, the other things I realized was Jacques was tall...really tall. I stand at 5 feet 7 inches, making me tall for an Indian woman but Jacques towered at least half a foot over me making him a 6 foot plus man. His lean frame accentuated his height but he wasn't skinny, not by any standard. I realized that when I saw his chiseled forearm and bicep as he carried the grocery bag.

He had blond hair, not unusual for a European and he was white...not fair...but white. Even the fairest Indian was dark compared to him. His blond hair and white complexion was complimented with light blue eyes which seemed as if he was wearing lenses but I was sure they were natural.

We walked over to our building and got into the elevator all the while making awkward small talk; him in his broken English and I trying to reply. In the closed, cramped elevator, I realized that he was wearing really nice cologne which just added to his personality.

We walked over to the door of my house, I opened it and welcomed him inside. He walked in and kept the bag on the dinning table and was about to leave when I asked him to stay. He smiled awkwardly and stood in his place.

"Would you like to have some coffee?" I asked him as I signaled him to sit on the couch and make himself comfortable.

"Café?" He asked.

"Yess...café." I replied.

"Yeah...yess...Merci." He replied with a boyish smile to which I smiled too and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. I returned a little later to see Jacques sitting in his place, still as awkwardly as he was before.

I placed the cups of coffee on a table and the snacks as well. I handed him a cup of coffee and sat on the couch in front of him and handed him a small dish of typical Indian snacks. He wondered what it was before I told him to eat it.

Jacques was pleasantly delighted to taste an Indian snack, perhaps his first time having one. The snacks weren't very spicy even for his pallet and he nodded happily as he munched on some more.

"What is this?" He asked in his thickly accented English.

"Chiwada." I replied.

"Huh?" He replied. The word I uttered must have been like a tongue twister to him.

"Chee-wa-daa" I replied before giggling.

"Ohhh...Chee-wa-daa is nice." He replied before laughing out loud.

He promptly took out a small pocket sized book from his jeans and started reading from it. I wondered what he was doing.

"What...do you...do Rhea?" He asked.

"I am a school teacher." I replied to a confused looking Jacques. 

He buried his head in he book before he raised it again before saying, "Professeur?"

"Yess...Professor." I replied, for the first time understanding what he was saying without having him to act out for me.

"What do you do?" I asked him in response.

"ingénieur" He replied in a very French sounding version of engineer which I understood. Perhaps it would not be so difficult talking to him after all.

So for the rest of the time, I and Jacques indulged in such short and conversations and introduced ourselves. It wasn't long before the coffee was finished and the snacks had been munched on and it was time for him to leave. He got up and walked over to the door. He walked out as I stood there and said goodbye.

"Au reviour." He said as he gently waved his hand.

"Bye...Jacques." I replied before closing the door and moving on.

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Life had been pretty relaxed since the schools were closed for the summer vacations. I would spend my day doing chores at a leisurely pace rather than the hectic pace that I would do when I was working. 

I had a good two months to go before the schools started and with my husband away on high seas till the end of the year, I had ample time at hand for myself. So, with that in mind, I would go for a morning jog every morning in and around my apartment complex. A few ladies from the complex would join me for a brisk walk but I preferred jogging rather than walking. Also, I wanted to focus more on the exercise rather than gossiping with the old ladies.

It was just another morning when I had woken up early for a jog around my complex. I wore my regular T shirt with a pair of yoga pants. I wore the yoga pants not to show of my butt, which frankly was worth showing off but I wore them because they were comfortable and provided me enough flexibility to run around. 

I had gotten used to the other women gawking at me for wearing what they thought were revealing clothes and an unbecoming of a married woman in her thirties but fuck them, who cares, I thought.

The other ladies were done with a couple of rounds of the park before they decided to call it a day where as I had finished 5 and decided to go for another 5 before getting back home. Soon, the park was empty and I was the only person on the jogging track. 

As I was jogging, I heard footsteps behind me. I could hear and feel them getting close rather quickly. I didn't bother to look back at who it was but I was aware of that person's presence and I thought it must be just one of the neighbors and continued jogging.

"Hello....Rhea..." I heard Jacques' distinct voice next to me. He was jogging right besides me and was flashing me his usual boyish smile. Startled at first, I smiled back at him when I realized it was him and we continued jogging.

"Today...Sunday...is holiday..." He said.

"Ohhh...I know...great..." replied.

"You jog everyday?" I asked him and realized he didn't understand what I had said when I saw a puzzled expression every day.

"This....you do everyday?" I asked, gesturing at him, hoping he'd understand.

"Yeah...yess...Wake early but today Sunday...So late." He replied. He must be an early riser because I hadn't seen him in the track at all in these days.

We slowly walked back to our building after we were done jogging. The summer sun hadn't been kind even in the morning and I was sweating. My wet T shirt stuck to my body, clearly outlining the curves of my well maintained figure. I had noticed him stealing glances at me when we were jogging but now that we were facing each other, he looked at me more openly.

"You...teacher eh?" He asked as he sipped Gatorade from his sipper before offering me a drink as well. I was tired and thirsty and with a delicious drink in front of me, I just grabbed it and started drinking.

"Yeah...." I replied after I gulped down a large sip.

"What you teach?" He asked.

"I teach English literature to school children." I replied.

"Hmmmm...tres bon. You teach me...how to speak English?" He asked. 

"Meee...Uhh.... I don't know...I don't take private tuitions." I replied hesitantly. I barely knew the man and I had no experience in teaching English to foreigners. Due to the colonial past, Indians were fairly acquainted with English even if they hadn't received formal education so teaching them, especially young children was not that difficult. But teaching a man who had no connection to English...I just wasn't sure. Besides, I didn't expect such a request.

"Please...without English...uhh...Tres difficile...to live here." He replied, understanding my hesitation and persuading me to teach him. 

"Uhhh...let me think." I said but he continued his persuasion. I hadn't taught a foreigner before but Jacques wasn't completely alien to English, he could speak to survive, so I didn't have to start from scratch. I thought for a moment more and then decided to go for it. It would be a new experience I thought.

"Ok Jacques. I will teach you." I replied to which he smiled sweetly. His dimpled cheeks, his smile showing the sparkling white teeth and his blue eyes made him look very cute and gave a glimpse of child in him but at the same time, his sweat soaked shirt and his chiseled arms gave a glimpse of his manliness.

"We start after lunch today?" He asked.

"Ummm...okay... "I replied. I had nothing else to do on a boring afternoon so I'd rather spend time doing what I do best, teach.

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"Come Inside. Please sit down." I signaled him to sit on the dinning table in the living room. 

It was late in the afternoon when I had finished all my chores when Jacques came to my door. He was wearing a loose white T shirt and a pair of black shorts. His blond hair was still wet from the shower or perhaps the sweat from the unbearable summer heat. He had day a old stubble which complimented his well formed jaw line. 

He sat at the dining table and I served him a cold drink and some snacks. He had brought some books along; they were mostly books for foreigners who wanted to learn conversational English, self help books. He also had brought English to French dictionary which would help a lot.

I knew Jacques didn't want to learn the grammar and all the technicality of the language but rather wanted to learn how to speak every day English. So I had to change my approach and focus on helping him learn the words, the pronunciation and some basic grammar to get the sentences right.

We were sitting just a couple of feet away from each other and I could smell the cologne he was wearing. The pleasant smell emanating from his body was a distraction. As my husband would be on the seas for months at a time, I would be sex starved at home and my starving body's heightened sense caught the aroma.

He was speaking after me, the sentences I taught him. He would smile cutely when he fumbled with the words or their pronunciations. He would refer to the dictionary if he didn't know the meaning and he grasped quite a lot for just one session.

"Are you married?" He asked as I placed a cup of tea in front of him and joined him on the dinning table.

"Yes I am. You see this chain on my neck, this is called a Mangalsutra. In India, this is a sign of being married." I explained, giving him a tit bit on Indian culture. 

"He is in the merchant navy...uhh...ship..." I tried to explain him my husband's profession. He opened the dictionary and flipped some pages before stopping at one. After a moment, he raised his head and smiled at me, indicating that he understood what I said.

"He is in ship for months then, yes?" He asked.

"On the ship...not in the ship and yes...he is away for months." I replied at the same time being a teacher.

"Don't you get...uhh...bored?" He asked with a frown on his face.

"Well...I am used to it...what can I do? It's his job." I replied and sighed. My husband earned handsomely from his job but was away for long durations. I had been on his ship twice before but the high seas bored me completely. 

It wasn't a cruise ship where there is so much to do. It was a oil tanker with a crew of 25-30 men who worked long hours. The only entertainment on board was a stack of DVD's which I watched over and over during the long, mentally exhausting trip. I never stepped on his ship again, preferring to wait for him to come back on land.

[Nightking]

"Are you married?" I asked him.


"No...but have girlfriend." He replied before flipping his smart phone. He turned the screen towards me to show me his girlfriend. I saw a picture of a cute blond in her mid twenties, wearing a nice white turtle neck sweater. Standing next to the girl was Jacques and from the way the photo was clicked, it was evident that it was a 'selfie'.

"You must be missing her." I asked him.

"Yes...very much." He replied with a tinge of sadness or perhaps loneliness appearing in his eyes.

"She is very beautiful." I said trying to cheer him up. 

He looked at me, smiled and nodded and said, "You are also very beautiful." I smiled and blushed which surprised me a little. It wasn't that I had been called beautiful the first time. I was surprised that I was blushing like a virgin teenage girl in front of a man over such a simple compliment.

"Thank you." I replied as I brushed aside my thoughts. 

"I don't have friends here. Will you be my friend?" He asked and extended his hand at me.

"Yes Jacques. We are friends." I replied and shook his hand. We smiled at each other and continued talking for a while before he left.

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"Hi Rhea, I am sorry... I am...uhh...late." Jacques said as he walked over to me. I was standing near the jogging track of my colony waiting for him to join me for the morning jog. 

It had been three weeks since I started teaching Jacques and we had become good friends. Apart from teaching him conversational English, we talked about a lot of things which not only ended in making us good friends but also improved his command over English.

Apart from English, the common thing about us was our fitness freak nature. I had seen Jacques just once on the jogging track but he told me that he woke up earlier than others to jog since it was calm and peaceful at that hour and that was the only time of the day he could tolerate since it was cooler in the mornings. He invited me to join him for his early morning jogs and I agreed and it had been a few days since we started jogging together.

"It's Okay Jacques. I just came here a couple of minutes ago." I replied as he stood near me. We walked over to the lawn in the middle of the jogging track to do some stretching exercises before we started running.

We were standing a couple of feet away, facing each other. We both started with rotating our arms and out wrists. To warm up my legs for the jog, I bent down to touch my toes and counted to five before standing back up. Till now Jacques was following me with the exercise but when I stood up I saw him staring at me. 

I looked at him but didn't say anything. His behavior was a little strange as if he had stumbled upon something, something mesmerizing; it was only moments later I realized what he had seen. 

I bent down again to touch my toes and this time I looked up at him to see what he was looking at. I saw him staring at me, rather my chest. My round necked T shirt gave way when I bent down revealing my cleavage. From that angle, he could clearly see my cleavage and the black bra which held them in place. Still looking up at him, I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention. 

"Mr. Jacques...come back to earth." I said as I stood up. He was thrown out of his trance when he heard me and stumbled to say something. I was amused at his loss of words and giggled at the awkward moment he was facing. Was it his poor English or his loss of words and face that stopped him from coming up with an explanation but I didn't bother. It wasn't the first time someone had stared at my chest. 

Depending on what kind of a person was looking at me, he would either notice my face or my breasts when he saw me and Jacques was no different. Other times I would stare angrily if I saw someone staring at me and my breasts like that but I didn't take offence at Jacques. I don't know what stopped me from getting upset.

After we were done with stretches, we plugged the headphones to our ears and started the music before we began jogging. We didn't talk much during the jog, rather saving our energy for chats before and after. 

I was done with my fourth round of the track, focusing only on the music in my ears and the track ahead as I usually did. For a fleeting second I looked next to me and I saw Jacques jogging just a couple of paces behind me with his attention not on the track ahead but my butt. I looked at him for a few seconds before he saw me looking at him. This time, he didn't try forging an explanation but rather smiled cheekily.

Again I didn't get offended by his open staring at me and any upsetting feeling was shot down by his boyish smile and his dimpled chin. I smiled at him coyly to which he smiled even more, his smile showing a sense of relief and jubilation. 

I looked forward and continued jogging but at the back of my mind, the first thought that came was that with that coy smile, I had just given him an invitation to check me out. A part of got busy wondering my reaction or the lack of it, another part of me felt a little offended but another part of me was enjoying the attention that a man was showering on me. 

Confused and deep in thought, I didn't realize when I completed my usual 10 rounds of the track. While I was pondering upon the situation, Jacques had stepped up and had run besides me. Perhaps he knew that it wasn't wise of him to take too much liberty of the situation and he ended it.

We got in to the elevator starting our usual small talks but the moment the doors of the elevator closed, both of us kept quite, as if on cue. In the confines of a metal box, we were standing just a foot away from each other. Our eyes met as we faced each other. I smiled awkwardly and he smiled back with the same sense of awkwardness. 

I saw his eyes, slowly gazing down my body from my eyes, slowly down to my chest, my stomach and then to my feet. My heaving chest, my sweat soaked hair must have been some sight to devour.

He was standing there in his white sleeveless T shirt, drops of tears pooled on his forehead and a couple of them were trickling down. A thin layer of layer of sweat covered his fair white skin, adding sheen and a glow to it. Dark green veins popped out of his arm as he squeezed the bottle of water he was holding. His black shorts gave way to hairless but very muscular thighs and a large calf muscles with very visible size and cuts.

The elevator door opened when it stopped at my floor and it brought us back. I said nothing and got off the elevator and walked straight inside my house. Once inside, I plunked myself on the couch, not believing what had just happened. 

I recalled the entire time and with each flashing memory, I was in utter disbelief of my actions. I had let a man other than my husband check me out. I didn't say anything to stop when he stared at my cleavage and later when he openly glued his gaze to my butt. What was even more disturbing was that I liked it and silently gave my approval and the stare game in the elevator made things worse.

I decided to shake everything off my mind and get busy with my chores; perhaps they would distract me from the happenings of the morning. I walked in to my room to change out of my sweat drenched clothes and head into the shower. I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself. The first thought that came to my mind was this was how I looked to him.

Unknowingly, I bent down enough for my round necked shirt to part away enough and I saw the view Jacques enjoyed at the jogging track. I had been stupid enough not to wear a sports bra and co-incidentally Jacques saw me in that state on the day when I hadn't worn one. 

I stood up and turned around slowly. My taut round butt protruded out of my body; the yoga pants clearly accentuating its curvature and also the under butt curves beautifully. No wonder he was staring at it lecherously. 

I walked in to the shower before undressing and getting under the sprinkle of the cool water falling from the shower. I closed my eyes and recalled the morning again and again, each time the memory flashed slowly at those precise moments when he was checking me out.

Jacques in one of our conversations had told me that he was 28 years old and I was 34, a good six years older to him. Why was a handsome young European man interested in an ordinary Indian woman? With those thoughts and the recurring memories, I finished the bath and walked out of the bathroom with a towel tied around my torso.

I walked up to the dressing table and stood combing my hair. The thought was still lingering in my mind as I brushed my hair. I kept the comb on the dressing table before gently untying the towel and letting it fall to the floor. I saw my naked self in the mirror and that gave me the answer.

Standing at five feet seven inches, I am a tall woman by Indian standards. My black colored hair flowed down to the middle of my back. I have oval face with black doe eyes and a sharp, straight nose and full pink lips; a small jaw line and chin gave me the most feminine and graceful look.

I possessed a pair of a generous c cup breasts which had a very beautiful drop like shape. Chocolate pink areola crowned my breasts and nipples. a shape darker which would puff up like a tiny raisin when stimulated by a cold whether or by arousal. My long slender arms with delicate wrists gave way to perfectly manicured hands.

Years of regular work out gave me a strong but lean abdomen with just an ounce of baby fat which made it look cute rather than fat. My curvaceous hips led down to a perky butt. As I turned to my side, I saw its beautiful curvature, protruding out of my body. I turned around and looked back in to the mirror looked with pride the under curves of my butt. My 34 inch trousers would perfectly accentuate my butt. A pair of succulent thighs and slender shins paired with beautiful pedicured feet completed my lower body.

Add to all this, I was fair; fair not by any western standard but by the Indian standards made me a fair maiden. I followed a balanced diet and a carefully planned routine which gave my skin a healthy glow and a soft touch. Regular exercise had kept had given me good posture and my assets to add to it me a hottie. As I admired my body in the mirror, another thought came to my mind; of course Jacques was checking me out, any man would, after all, I am a stunner. 

I gently touched my pussy and felt a damp spot and it alarmed me. I was aroused by thoughts of Jacques!

[Nightking]

"Hi Rii..." Rupali waved to me in her usual high pitched squeaky voice and her usual enthusiasm.


She called me Rii, short for Rhea. I was walking back to my building from the nearest ATM when I saw her. Her demeanor always made me giggle; she was a 32 year old child.

"Hi Rups." I said, shortening her name like how she had mine.

"What's up?" She asked as we stood near our building.

"Nothing much; just spending the summer vacation, doing chores etc etc." I replied with a sigh.

"Apart from that you seem to be doing a little more?" Rupali said, her eyes displaying an intention of mischief.

"What do you mean?" I asked her, sounding puzzled

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"The Frenchman seems to be bowled over by your charm." She said before giggling.

"What...what are you talking about?" I asked her, trying to dismiss her.

"The English tuitions, the morning jogs...hmmmm...something's happening!" She said in a very childish manner. She was teasing me like teenaged girls teased each other.

"What nonsense. He requested me to teach him English because he knows I am a teacher and I've been telling you to come for the morning jog for the last 1 year but you're too lazy to wake up early. All the other women are also irregular. I know your husband leaves for work without a lunch in his hand and breakfast in his stomach you lazy bum." I replied, checkmating any further moves she had.

From having that smug, mischievous smile on her face, she went to a frown with my comment. All these years with her had taught me how to counter her and I was now an expert in it and I enjoyed it.

"Hehehe...relax; I was just joking. Nothing is going on between me and Jacques." I replied as I kept my hand on her shoulder to console her ego.

"Wanna join me for tea?" I asked her and she nodded silently to which I smiled and pulled her close.

"Hi Rhea!" I heard just as we were about to walk to my house. We both turned around to see Jacques walking towards us. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and stone grey trousers with a pair of black shoes. It looked like he had returned home after a day at work.

"Hii Jacquesss." Rupali said to her in manner which was not meant to be a greeting to him but a taunt at me.

"Hello" He replied smiling awkwardly, he too got a sense of her tone.

"Office done?" I asked him, brushing Rupali to the side in this conversation.

"Yes." Was all Jacques replied; I wasn't comfortable talking more in front of Rupali. As it is she was teasing me and I didn't want to give any more cannon fodder to go around, Jacques realized that too, nodded slightly and stood in front of us with an awkward smile.

"Good bye." He said.

"Bye." I replied.

"Byeee Jacquess.." Rupali replied in the same teasing manner, gently thrusting her elbow and giving me a mischievous smile. Jacques flashed an awkward yet cute smile before walking past us to the elevator.

"He's totally into you." Rupali almost screamed at me as soon as the elevator door closed behind Jacques. I winced hearing her squeaky voice so close to my ear and loud enough for someone else to hear.

"Shut uppp..Are you in for that tea or not?" I cut her down before she said anything. She nodded and we started walking to the elevator.

"You have to agree with me on one thing though; he's hot." She said as the elevator started moving up.

"That I will agree to." I replied and winked at her to which she winked back at me.

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A couple of weeks had passed since the day I caught Jacques staring at my assets at the jogging track. We would meet everyday in the morning on the track for some stretches and then a few rounds around the track.

I hadn't objected to him checking me out and everyday I thought I would say something about that to him but in the end I would say nothing. 

He too didn't broach the topic but silently kept an eye on me. He didn't take my silence as an open invitation and wasn't a total jerk. A total jerk would've stared at me lecherously and perhaps taken liberties but Jacques didn't. 

Even though I caught him stealing glances at my butt and my tits whenever I could, he would simply look away feigning innocence the moment I looked at him. I smiled at myself for indulging in such childish plays.

One day after the routine run was over I came back home and started my chores. I hadn't hired a maid and preferred to do everything myself; that way I could be used to working around the house and found another reason to burn calories.

I picked out the freshly washed clothes from the dryer and put them in a basket before walking to the balcony to hang them to dry. As I was busy putting the clothes over the line, I noticed someone on the balcony upstairs. I looked up to see Jacques standing in his balcony.

He was topless with just a towel tied around his waist and a cigarette in his hand. He leisurely smoked, looking in to the skyline of the city and occasionally down at the street. The first thing that I noticed about him was that he was fit. He wasn't pumped up like a body builder but had an athletic body. 

Broad, muscular shoulders gave way to pronounced shoulder bones. His pectoral muscles were clearly out line with impressive cuts and even from a distance I could make out that they were hard. He unknowingly hardened his abdomen and his washboard abs became visible and his clearly cut hip muscles protruded outwards.

He had no hair on his chest and I was a little impressed by it. I always had a thing for men with shaved chest. I had asked my husband many times to shave his chest but he flatly refused. 

He thought that chest hair was a sign of manliness and that the models were faggots for shaving their body hair. But from one look at him and I knew Jacques was far from being a faggot. He was one of the most beautiful specimens of man I had seen.

The balcony had two walls on the side but only railings at the front which didn't hide anything. He had tied the towel below his navel and it covered his body right up to his knees. I saw something protrude out of his crotch and gasped when I realized what it was. 

Was he having an erection? If yes then that seemed impressive and If no, then even more impressive. I was sure that he didn't know I was down here looking at him in that state and there wasn't something so arousing about the skyline that his penis would poke out. So, in conclusion, I was impressed.

As I was dumbly staring at him, he realized my presence. He quickly burnt out his cigarette and threw it on the balcony floor and started waving at me with his usual boyish smile. His waving hand brought me back and I too smiled at him and waved.

We were at quite a distance so talking wasn't out of the question so we simply kept smiling at each other for the next couple of minutes. He gestured me that he had to go and I nodded and just as he was about to turn around, his towel fell down on the floor. 

He was stunned at the sudden wardrobe malfunction and fumbled to pick up his towel. In a normal case, one would avert their eyes when such a thing happened in front of them but I shamelessly kept watching his failed attempts to save his modesty. I giggled and kept watching him.

He finally managed to tie the towel back around and looked at me. His cheeks were flushed and he was smiling from ear to ear albeit with a profound sense of shame and awkwardness. I kept giggling as he waved me goodbye and walked back inside.

I walked back inside my house, still laughing at the episode. My laughter died down when I recalled what I saw. For a fleeting second his crotch was open for me to see, and was enough for me to know what he packed under there. 

I was sure that no one would have an erection at such an awkward moment and his flaccid penis was still bigger than the erect ones I had seen before. Just like the rest of his body, his crotch too was clean shaven which made his penis look even bigger. I brushed aside the thoughts of his manhood before I got damp again and got back to work.

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It was an unusually hot and humid summer afternoon even for a city like Mumbai. I had just finished eating lunch and was lazing on the couch watching TV. Afternoon programs on TV are far too boring with their talk shows, boring soaps and the repeat telecast of the far more boring soaps shown the previous evening. I was about to go to sleep when 

I heard by door bell. Startled, I got off the couch and walked to the door and when I opened it, I saw Jacques standing there.

"Hi Rhea...can I...uhh...come in?" He said. I smiled at him and took him inside the house.

"What brings you here?" I asked him as I sat on the couch opposite to his.

"The office is closed today and I had nothing else to do. Uhhh...I have not seen Mumbai, the...Uhh...famous places...uhh..." He said in his thickly accented and broken English. 

"Can you show me around? I'd love to see the city. I have not seen the city except on the way to and back from office." He requested, showing his usual boyish reluctance and charm.

I thought about it for a second. What important things did I have to do right now; none. What would I end up doing if I stayed here; nothing besides a nap? And the decision was made.

"Okay...let me get ready and I will meet you at the gate in half an hour." I replied. He smiled at me and stood up to walk out.

Half an hour later I was walking to the gate of the complex. I was wearing a white T shirt and faded blue jeans with inch high heels adoring my feet. I had put on some strawberry lip balm and a pair of sun glasses to protect me from the glare. 

With a handbag in my hand I walked to the gate and saw Jacques who by some weird co-incidence was wearing a white T shirt and faded blue jeans, we smiled at each other when we realized that we were wearing the same colored clothes.

"I hope you have that jeans buckled tight this time. We don't want any embarrassment in public." I said before laughing. Jacques cringed as he remembered the balcony fiasco before smiling awkwardly. I continued laughing recalling the incident.

He called for a taxi and we were off to the Gateway of India. It was the most famous monument in the city, a strong standing symbol of India's colonial past and what better place to start the tour. Half an hour later we were at the Gateway and after paying the cab driver, we started walking to the monument.

"The British built this monument to commemorate the landing of the royal couple King George V and Queen Mary when they arrived in 1911." I said as I started telling him about the monument's history. 

I told him about Taj Mahal Hotel and the history of Mumbai in general. Jacques listened to my speech intently, nodding his head very so often and looking at the places and spots that I pointed out to earnestly.

Once the history lesson was done, it was time for photographs. Jacques pulled out his cell phone and started clicking pictures of the whole place. Like any other enthusiastic foreigner, he went on a photography spree clicking pictures of perhaps the most irrelevant things.

"We should take photograph of us." Jacques said to me, beckoning me.

"Sure why not." I said as I walked to him. He stood close to me and raised the cell phone in his arm to click a selfie. 

I could smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne mixed with his natural odour, making it a heady mix of masculinity.

He gently held my arm and said 'smile'. Just as we were about to smile and let the camera do its job, he squeezed my arm a little and pulled me closer to him. 

I felt his touch and the squeeze as clearly as I heard the camera's click. He held me close to him even after the picture was taken under the pretext of showing me the picture. I silently stayed in my place letting him feel my arm.

"Let's take one more from your phone." He said and I couldn't refuse. I grabbed my cell phone from my handbag and handed it to him. He switched on the camera and again pulled me closer to him but this time he held my waist. He snuck his hand through the gap between my waist and my hand and gently held my waist. 

We said 'smile' again before the camera clicked but this time, Jacques snuck his hand under my shirt and squeezed my naked waist. I jumped a little when I suddenly felt his hand just as the camera clicked and the photo was ruined.

"Ohhh...you moved..." He said feigning innocence. I didn't ruin the picture, he did by squeezing my waist but I didn't say that to him and simply blushed. 

Emboldened by my reaction, he asked for another picture and asked me stand still, the sly little boy that he was, the whole time holding on to my waist under my T shirt.

We stood close again for the picture; this time he pulled me even closer to a point that I had to move my other arm to get closer to him. I moved my hand behind him and just as the camera was about to click, I smacked his tight little butt, making him jump this time. He looked at me, surprised at the move and the initiative that I had taken. From being such a daring woman a moment ago, I reverted back to being a demure woman when Jacques smiled at me.

We decided to go for one last picture and this time held grabbed my waist and I too grabbed his waist pulling each other really close and this time, the picture clicked perfectly.

We went to the Leopold café, a famous hang out amongst the locals and the foreigners. The moments at the Gateway had lightened the mood and we were chatting very freely. We had a couple of beers and some snacks before we headed out to the next location, The Marine Drive.

"This pace is called the Queen's Necklace." I told him as we sat on the platform on the side of the drive, staring at the sea. 

"Why?" He asked me as he looked around.

"You should see this place after dark and then you'll know why." I replied and looked ahead at the sea. 

At the back of my mind, I started recapping all the moments that had led up to this and wondered where was this going and was it the right thing. My chain to thoughts was broken when Jacques as where to next?

We took a walk up the Marine Drive before calling it a day. We decided to take a double decker bus this time, for it being a leisurely and iconic mode of transport other than the other most famous mode of transport in Mumbai, the local train. 

I didn't want Jacques to be traumatized by the maddening rush of the trains but rather have pleasant memories of this city.

As we were travelling in the bus, I looked up from the window to see dark clouds gather. Just a few minutes ago the sun shinned bright over us but the clouds gathered so quickly and I realized that a heavy downpour would start any minute and it did. 

The rains started lashing the streets of Mumbai.

Soon the bus arrived at our intended stop and we had no choice but to get down. With no umbrella or any other form of cover, we decided to walk home in the rains. 

Running was futile because our homes were pretty far away and we'd still end up drenched and the trees wouldn't provide enough cover either; so why waste our breaths on running and risk slipping. We decided to walk home, completely wet.

I opened the door of my house and we both walked in. I rushed to the bedroom to bring us a couple of towels to dry our bodies. I started rubbing my hair off all the water and watched as Jacques did the same.

He was sitting on a dinning table chair and wiping his head when I reached over and took his towel from him. I sat on a chair next to him, facing him and started helping him with the drying. 

I rubbed the towel over his head a few times, and he bobbed his head with my movement. I giggled at his childish behavior and continued rubbing it.

"Acchooo...Achoo..." Jacques sneezed. I realized that he was at a risk of catching cold and briskly pulled his wet shirt off his body, not realizing what I had just done. 

I had partially undressed a man, a relative stranger in my living room. A part of me tried to justify that it was for his well being and I was just being a good host but a part of me knew what I was risking.

I sat there staring at him, pondering over my actions when I realized that he too was staring at me. He moved forward, bringing his face closer to me, his lips came an inch close to mine. 

I kept staring at him as he moved forward gently. I felt his lips gently touch mine and I moved my head back. My heart raced as I realized what had just happened but didn't have the strength to the resolve to stop this.

He moved forward even more, touching his lips to mine so very gently but still looking at me for a sign. I didn't react but rather stayed still and perhaps that was the sign he needed when he closed his lips over mine. 

I closed my eyes as I felt his soft lips on mine and his breath flow over them. A few moments of silence passed as we kept our lips locked to one another without moving.

He took the initiative and moved his lips. I didn't react and didn't move my lips as he kissed me more deeply. I was still, from the surprise, the fear and the awkwardness but all that flew away when he gently bunched the wet hair at the back of my head and pulled me close. 

I kissed him back and our kiss started getting intense. Our lips munched on each other and our pulses quickened as our make out session played out in the living room.

Without breaking the kiss, Jacques pulled my chair closer to his; bring me closer to him before focusing back on the kiss. I placed one hand on his thigh, feeling the wet fabric of his jeans and the other on the arm rest of the chair. 

He had one hand on my shoulder and the other behind my head, caressing the soft skin and the wet hair, turning me on even more.

He pulled me out of his chair and into his lap and I did so without uttering a single word and this time I grabbed him and kissed him. I held his head in my hands and he held me in his arms as we smooched like a newly dating couple.

I felt his hand gently cup my breast and I moaned in pleasure and protest at the speed and way things were heading. But I didn't say or do anything further and kept kissing him even more as his hand squeezed my breast before tweaking my nipple.

Jacques swiftly pulled my shirt over my head and I simply raised my arms to let him. Once the wet T shirt was off, we got back to kissing and he simultaneously started mauling my breasts. 

His hand slowly creped up behind me and I felt it on the bra strap. He clicked it open and was about to pull it off before I heard my cell phone ring and pulled away from him to attend the call; thanking god for the timely phone call before things got out of hand.

"Hello..." I said still shivering from the cold and the proceedings.

"Hey baby...it's me." I heard my husband's voice at the other end. My pulse quickened as I checked his number, it was the one he used when he would be in India.

"I am coming home." I heard my elated husband on the phone.

"Where are you babe?" I asked him.

"I've landed at Cochin. I am getting a week's off so I thought I'll spend it with you at home. I'll be home by tomorrow." He replied. I walked back to the living room and stood a couple of feet away from Jacques who was still seated in the chair, looking at me intently. 

"Okay baby...come home soon. I am waiting." I said before disconnecting the call. I kept the cell phone on the table and looked at Jacques. 

I noticed he wasn't looking me in the eye and followed his gaze and he was looking at my bare breasts! The cell phone rang the moment he unhooked my sleeveless bra and in a hurry to get away from him, I didn't realize this and voila, he saw me naked, well partially naked but that is no consolation. 

I was standing in front of him, talking to my husband with my uncovered breasts for him to gawk at without realizing it myself. That's some fucked up shit right there!

I ran back inside the bedroom and I heard Jacques laughing loudly. I looked around for something decent to cover myself and I couldn't find anything.

[Nightking]

I simply grabbed a towel and tied it around my chest and walked out to the living room. Jacques was standing at the door, about to leave.


"Now we are even Rhea." He said before laughing out loudly. All I could do was cringe in embarrassment. He opened the door and walked out.

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"Have you taken the keys to the house?" I asked Varun, my husband as I stood outside out apartment.

"Yeah I have and also the keys to the car." He replied as he closed the door and locked it. We were going out for dinner and then a movie. 

Whenever my husband came home after a tour, we would go out often, since that was the only time we could enjoy as a married couple. The evenings would be to go out for a movie, club or dinner and the rest of the day would be spent lazing around and having sex.

Varun still had 2 days out of the week's vacation left and he would leave day after on his ship and wouldn't return for months. I had been 5 days since the fateful evening when Jacques and I made out in my living room. 

Even though, my husband's timely phone call had prevented us from going any further, I still cringed in embarrassment at the thought of him staring at my naked breasts but a part of me would smile recalling it.

Varun and I were about to get in to the car when we saw Jacques. He was walking into the building. He first smiled at me and nodded his head before stopping in front of us.

"Hello Jacques." I said and smiled.

"Hello Rhea." He replied.

"Varun, this is Jacques, our new neighbor I was telling you about the other day." I introduced Jacques to my husband.

"Hi I am Varun, her husband. It is nice to meet you." Varun said and smiled and extended his hand at Jacques.

"Nice to meet you too" Jacques replied and they both shook hands.

"My wife tells me she is teaching you to speak English; she is good teacher. But don't forget to pay your fees. Haha..." Varun said and started laughing. Jacques and I joined the laughter. 

"No I won't." Jacques replied.

"Hey Jacques, since I am here for just a couple of nights more, why don't you join us for dinner tomorrow night. We'll have your company and you'd enjoy some Indian hospitality. How does that sound?" Varun said.

'What the hell??' Was my first thought when I heard my husband say what he said. He was inviting a man with whom I had a brief intimate liaison just a couple of days ago. 

I couldn't blame him since I had not told him about it; I had only told him what he needed to know. But still the idea of having Jacques for dinner made me uncomfortable. 

The idea that my husband and the other man would be having a cozy dinner that too in my company gave me a chill. Since both were men, a couple of beers would be obvious. What if Jacques spoke up or worse, what if he tried to do something after downing a couple of drinks. Not only would that end up in a violent altercation but spell doom for my marriage. 

Just as I occupied thinking about ways to thwart the plan Jacques said, "Sounds good to me.", smiling at me and Varun.

'Shit.' I thought. How could I end this non sense? Jacques seemed more than elated at the invitation but tried curtailing his enthusiasm and my husband unaware of the past stood clueless. 

"Ok then; how about eight tomorrow night?" Varun asked to which Jacques nodded before they shook hands again. The men were finalizing the plan without even asking me; Men! 

"Thank you and Rhea you look nice today. The sari is nice." Jacques complimented me. I was wearing a blue chiffon saree with a black blouse. My hairs were tied loose and were flowing over my shoulders right down to the middle of my back. Varun liked when I let my hairs free and I would oblige him.

"Thank you Jacques." I said with a smile. What else could I say at that moment? It would be obviously rude to cancel the plan and giving the reason behind it would be even more difficult. I just smiled and kept my mouth shut as I felt my heart thump faster in my chest. 

"Well...you haven't said anything about my suit." Varun said and they both started laughing. I just gave out a fake laugh trying to blend in without showing any discomfort. We bid goodbye to Jacques and headed out.

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"Good evening! C'mon in." I heard my husband from the kitchen. I looked up at the clock and it was five past 8 and I realized Jacques was here. I was busy cooking and didn't go out to meet Jacques.

I had been preparing for dinner since early evening. I was aware that Europeans have very less tolerance to spice and hence Indian food so I decided to tone down the true Indian delicacies that I had prepared for tonight.

After a while, I walked out to the living room to see my husband pouring a couple of drinks for him and Jacques. I smiled at Jacques and he reciprocated with a smile and a gentle nod. 

He was seated on the sofa chair with his hands resting on the arm rests. Varun had put on some soccer match. I wasn't sure which teams were playing and I didn't care but the men seemed enthusiastic.

I excused myself back inside the kitchen. Since the drinks were being served, I was going to serve the appetizers. I poured some peanuts in to a bowl and some chicken tikka that I had prepared in a plate and walked back to the living room.

Varun was seated on sofa chair opposite to Jacques and both of them were looking sideways at the TV which was a few feet away. I placed the appetizers of the table before picking up the plate of tikkas and walking over to Jacques.

I bent down holding the plate in front of him, offering him the delicacy. Jacques looked up at me before lowering his gaze at my cleavage. He picked up a tikki with a toothpick but continued to stare at my tits.

"Those are really nice." He said and winked at me. I looked at him with wide eyes, knowing fully well what he was referring to. My husband who was sitting just a couple of feet behind me and this man was complimenting me about my boobs. 

Outrageous! I was standing in front of Jacques with my back facing Varun and it prevented Varun from seeing what Jacques was looking at and what he was complimenting. I didn't hear anything from Varun so I realized he was just watching the match.

Shock gave way to embarrassment as I blushed and looked at Jacques who was now looking at me with a knowing smile, chewing on the meat. I turned around and went to Varun to serve him some tikkis, all the time worried that he might notice might flushed red cheeks but thank god he didn't.The men continued watching the game and I went back to the kitchen to look after the main course. 

A few minutes later I heard footsteps entering the kitchen. I thought Varun had walked in and I turned around and was about to say something when I realized that it was Jacques. I was alarmed as he walked towards me; had my silence and blush encouraged him to do something more? I simply turned back to the kitchen counter and continued cooking. He stood at my side with his butt touching the kitchen counter and sipped on the drink.

"I just wanted to compliment you on this chicken you've made so I requested your husband if I could do it in person and he said okay." He said justifying his presence near me.

"Thank you." I replied as I looked at him with a feeble smile and then looked down at the counter.

He walked behind me and before I could look back at him, I felt his hand gently brushing away my hair over my ear. I gasped and stood still, scared to shit at what he was doing. He was touching me in a way he wasn't supposed to when my husband was just a few feet away from us.

I felt his breath on my neck and realized that how close he was to me. He brought his mouth to my cheek and gently placed a kiss on it before withdrawing. 

I stood still; I could feel my heart beating faster and my pulse race as I realized what had just happened. Even though it was a peck on the cheek, it was highly inappropriate of him to do it to me. 

He walked out of the kitchen and I stood still holding on to the edge of the kitchen counter, still trying to come to terms what had just happened.

A minute later I got back to cooking. I had to behave normal as if nothing happened because I didn't want my husband to suspect anything. Once the dinner was cooked I walked back to the living room and sat on the arm rests of the chair Varun was seated on and silently watched the match. 

My mind was still recalling the incident in the kitchen and the football match was the least of my concerns. I could hear the men cheering occasionally at the proceedings of the match but I kept recalling the kitchen incident and also the incident that happened previously.

The match was over soon and Varun asked me to serve the dinner. I brought the vessels out to the dinning room and Varun got the plates and the cutlery. We all sat at the dinning table for dinner. 

I had prepared Chicken Biryani which was Varun's favorite and I also knew Jacques would be aware of it since it was one of the most famous Indian dishes in the world.

We had a large dinning table with a capacity to accommodate 8 people. One chair each along the breadth of the table and 4 chairs along its length on both sides. We had opted for a sun mica coated wooden top instead of the glass one from the fear of the shattering glass. 

Varun was seated on the chair along the breadth and I and Jacques were seated on chairs along the length, facing each other.

We all started eating and both men complimented me for the cooking. Jacques seemed to be enjoying the biryani and I was relieved since he didn't find it too spicy for his palette. 

We all were talking to each other about random stuff; mostly it was Varun asking Jacques about his job and other stuff.

As we were enjoying the biryani, I felt a foot touch my leg. I instinctively pulled back my leg and continued eating thinking that it was accidental. 

A moment later I felt it again, this time brushing against my foot. I thought it was Varun who was doing it and looked at him and smiled knowingly. 

He smiled back and continued eating and I felt strange. His smile was normal like he didn't know anything. He was smiling because I smiled at him. Perhaps this was his way to keep Jacques unaware of the footie he was playing with me. 

I decided to play along, knowing fully well that my husband had a habit of doing such things in public to tease me and make me uncomfortable. He knew it kind of embarrassed me and turned me on. 

I felt the foot again, this time it slowly brushed against my foot, moving up to my ankle. My breath quickened as I felt it moving slowly on my ankle, gently tickling me. I looked at Varun who was silently eating the biryani. 

I looked at him puzzled by his reaction. Usually when he did something like this he would smile at me slyly, enjoying the effect he was having on me but right now that sly smile was no where to be seen.

I also realized that the foot movement was funny. Varun was sitting to my left and his foot was brushing against my right foot which was facing away from him. From that distance, the angle of approach should have been different and that's when I realized it!

I looked at Jacques who had a sly smile on his face as he ate his meal. His head was down but he was looking up at me with a smirk. The angle of the foot was just right and I knew it was him. I looked at him, feigning sternness hoping it would stop him. 

A while ago he kissed me but then my husband wasn't around but this time, Varun was sitting right next to us and I didn't want a scene.

That wasn't enough for Jacques as he moved his foot upwards, brushing aside my salwaar and brushing his foot against my shin bone. My breath had quickened and I hoped Varun didn't notice it and continued eating, trying to stay composed and normal. 

I felt his foot on my thigh and I startled me and I started to cough. Varun was taken aback at my sudden coughing and immediately offered me a glass of water, thinking it was the food. Little did he know it was the food down my wind pipe but Jacques foot on my thigh that had made me cough.

When I started coughing, Jacques immediately withdrew his foot and acted surprised and worried. 'Little bastard' I thought as he smiled at me when I stopped coughing. For the next few nothing happened and I thought Jacques was done with his funny business tonight but I was wrong. 

I again felt his foot on my thigh and this time I didn't react. He slowly moved his foot between my thighs and I unknowingly parted to allow his foot more access.

I felt his foot creeping up inch by inch towards my pussy and it was getting harder and harder to control myself. Jacques was smirking at me knowing fully well that I was aroused yet, I couldn't do anything about it. I on the other hand was fighting a two fronted war, to control my arousal and keep my husband from realizing what the foreigner was doing to me.

I gasped a little when Jacques hit the bulls eye. Varun looked up at me and I lied and told him that I chewed on some chilies in the biryani. He simply nodded and continued eating. I felt Jacques toe rubbing along the length of my pussy. 

Even though there were 2 layers of clothing separating his toe and my skin, it still sent a chill up my spin.

The most amusing and scary part of this if I dare say was that we were all talking to each other normally as if nothing unusual was happening. I felt goose bumps on my arms as Jacques toe found my clit and started wriggling on it.

It was getting difficult to put up this farce. I was barely eating, I was shivering occasionally and I was controlling a moan from erupting off my mouth. 

I could feel the wetness in my panties and I knew I was close to cumming. I was afraid that if Jacques didn't relent, I would end up moaning from the orgasm right in front of my husband.

Jacques started rubbing deeper and I with each swipe of his toe along my pussy, the orgasm drew close. I curled my toes as jolt after jolt of orgasmic pleasure surged up my body. 

Just as was about to give in, Varun stood up with his plate. Jacques stopped and we both looked at him. Had he realized what was happening? I was shit scared and when I looked at Jacques I realized he was too but his foot was still resting against my pussy.

"I am done. The biryani was great Rhea." Varun said and walked inside the kitchen to keep the plate.

"What is wrong with you? Are you crazy?" I scowled at Jacques, pushing his foot away from me. He giggled and put his tongue out of his mouth tauntingly.

"Stop it." I said to Jacques and he simply nodded. I got up and walked inside the kitchen and got busy with the cleaning.

Varun & Jacques sat in the living room watching TV and chatting for a while and I decided not to go out lest Jacques tries something again. This was enough for tonight.

"Rhea...Jacques is leaving. Could you come out please?" Varun called me.

I walked back into the living room and saw Jacques standing near the door which had been opened.

"Thank you for the tasty biryani." Jacques said in his usual thick accent.

"The pleasure was all ours." Varun said as he and Jacques shook hands.

"Yes...but there was some pleasure for me as well." Jacques said looking at me. Only he and I knew what that statement meant. 

"Good night." Jacques said before stepping out.

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"Ummpfff...Ummm" I moaned as I took in more of Varun's cock inside my mouth. After Jacques was gone, I went back to cleaning but Varun had other plans. Since he was leaving day after, he rushed in the kitchen, picked me up in his arms and walked to our bed to make the most of the little time he had with his wife.

It wasn't long before we were naked on our bed. I was lying on the bed to my side. My upper body raised by the support of my left forearm. My right hand was on Varun's butt, caressing it and occasionally scratching and digging its nails into his hard flesh. His right arm was caressing my head and his left was fondling my boobs.

I lowered my head, slowly licking along his shaft before licking his balls. He groaned as I sucked on each of his marble. With my head tilted to its side, I looked at him from the corner of my eye. 

He was watching me, his wife of 8 years making love to him, pleasing him like she always did, with all her heart. I knew he missed me when he was on the ship and I missed him too and such nights were rewards to the patience we had shown over months of separation.

He brought his left hand over to my crotch and started caressing my pussy. My free flowing juices coated his finger in no time making it slick and smooth for penetration. I gasped when he inserted his finger into my hole and rubbed its walls.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the jolts of pleasure surging through my body and as I felt his finger completely go inside me, a memory from the evening flashed in front of me. 

I recalled how his Jacques' thick toe rubbed against my pussy under the dinning table. How he had gently brushed aside my hair and how he had gently kissed me. 

I recalled the fragrance of his cologne as his body came close to mine. I also recalled how on the very dinning table we were eating tonight; I and Jacques had almost broken all the boundaries just a few days ago.

I sucked on Varun's cock harder and deeper, bobbing my head up and down his shaft vigorously, letting my saliva flow over it freely accompanied by loud slurping noises.

He started moaning as I started going into overdrive; his fingers to started matching the rhythmic movements and the pace of my head. 

My mind kept flashing every little incident between me and Jacques over the course of days like a slideshow and with each passing memory, my sucking became more frantic. 

I was completely immersed in his thoughts, completely forgetting the fact that I was sucking on Varun's cock and not his but that very thought made me cum. I quivered and a then moment later, my pussy started convulsing from the orgasm. Seeing me writhe around in ecstasy, Varun immediately pulled out of my mouth.

"Wooww...Rhea...that was amazing." Varun said as he moved in between my legs. I just kept looking at me without a reaction or a comment. 

I spread my legs letting him come between them. He raised my legs in his hands and guided his cock to the opening of my cunt. The wet, slick, freshly orgasmed pussy welcomed his cock and it went in completely in one stroke.

He let go off my legs and I locked them behind his back. He lowered himself over me, grabbing my shoulders from under my arms and started stroking. 

In just a few strokes, he started thrusting harder and faster. I started moaning again as another orgasm started getting close and as I closed my eyes in pleasure, my mind started playing its games again.

I visualized Jacques in place of my husband; even though I tried banishing these thoughts, trying to focus on my husband, I simply couldn't. I could vividly smell the fragrance of his cologne which my mind had registered in the evening. 

The thoughts started having their effects as I started cumming again. I bit into Varun's shoulder as I shuddered from the orgasm. My tightened pussy, my orgasmic screams and the hard bite on his shoulder was enough to push Varun off the edge and he came in thick spurts in my pussy.

As we both recovered from our orgasms, we looked at each other and finally, Jacques' thoughts were out of my mind. I could now clearly see and feel my husband. 

I grabbed his face and pulled him for a kiss and he too enthusiastically responded. He spent the next several minutes in each others' arms, kissing and occasionally he would lower his head to suck on my breasts.

His flaccid cock had slipped out of my pussy after the orgasm but now was showing signs of revival. As it got erect, Varun adjusted himself and started rubbing it against my pussy. I raised my legs and put my feet firmly on his butt as we started another round of our love making.

[Nightking]

Varun had been gone for 3 days now and I was back to the same old routine. I would go for a jog albeit a little late than usual. 


I was trying to avoid Jacques after a series of incidences between us. The memories of the stormy evening and the dinner were still fresh. 

Once home, I would get back to doing my chores and other work and in the mean time I would laze around.

The memories of the evening kept playing inside my confused little mind again and again. The way he remarked on my breasts, the way he kissed me and the under the table play; the kiss in the living room, the soft squeeze during the selfie and several other instances of our past lingered in my mind till the point I was only thinking of it.

What had emboldened him to do something like this? Was it his nature? When I had first met him he seemed to be a gentleman but now he seemed something else. Was he always like this or had I provoked him? 

My silence, my blushes and my smiles perhaps emboldened him. I cursed myself for not stopping him and nipping the whole thing in the bud.

I don't know what came over me when I was with him. From the very first time when I caught him ogling at my cleavage to the evening in my home, I had silently let him, not at once stopping him apart from a rare feeble no.

The more I thought about it, the more I would get turned on. The attention Jacques showered upon me was something that I craved for. A husband away for months, a job that allowed a lot of free time and most of all...loneliness was what I had to deal with. Apart from the women in my building, I mostly had no friends. 

Ever since I had moved to Mumbai from my native city, I lost touch with most of my friends. Most women I was friends with were older than me, whether they were colleagues at work or in the building.

Being a married woman, I never really had company of other men even if it was platonic. The Mangalsutra hanging around my neck was the 'Fuck Off' sign that all Indian men read. Jacques not only became my friend but kind of made me feel young again. 

When I was with him I didn't feel like a middle aged married woman, I didn't feel like a typical boring school teacher. I felt like the same bubbly twenty year old that I was long ago.

His eyes displayed his craving and that made me feel wanted, desired. Being the object of his desire made my loins tingle. The idea that a handsome young man was attracted to me pushed me towards him. I had slowly started craving him too.

Not that Varun was bad in bed, he was pretty good but our passionate days on his short trips back home didn't compensate for his long absences. I am a woman and I want to feel loved, desired and touched and I want it often. 

A couple of more days passed since Varun had left and I stuck to my routine of going late for jogging. After finishing my jog, I stood near the elevator as it came down to the ground floor. When the elevator arrived and the door opened, I saw Jacques standing inside. I was a little startled since I had been avoiding him every since and now he was standing in front of me.

Dressed in crisp formals, he smiled at me as he stepped out of the elevator. He stood in front of me. I wanted to avoid talking to him but one look into his expecting eyes made me stay glued to my position.

"Hi Rhea. I haven't seen you around." He said.

"Yeah....I've been busy." I replied trying to come up with an excuse to avoid him. I couldn't dare tell him why I was avoiding him and I didn't know why I couldn't.

"Your husband has left?" He asked.

"Yeah...been almost a week since he left." I replied to which there was no reaction from him. I was expecting the entire opposite or at least a smirk but got nothing.

"Hey listen; thanks for the wonderful meal the other night. I loved the biryani." He said. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, having an awkward conversation with him about the evening.

"As you invited me for dinner and served me a delicious Indian meal, I have to invite you for dinner to my place as well and serve you some French food." He said. I was taken aback, not from the invite but from his avoidance of any mention of our under table activities that evening. 

"But...my husband had invited you and he isn't here." I replied, throwing a lame excuse to avoid going to his place.

"Well...then we will have to wait for months for that to happen. C'mon, just one simple dinner with a friend won't harm you." He pleaded, trying to coax me into agreeing. 

I agreed that a simple dinner won't harm but going to his place and any pre or post dinner activities or initiatives by him could be harmful.

"C'mon Rhea...Tomorrow evening at my place." He pleaded again. I juggled with the idea in my mind for a couple of minutes and decided to say no, a firm no.

"Let me think about it." Was what I replied. 

'What the fuck did I just say?' Was what I thought the next moment.

"Okay...if you decide to come, I will be waiting in my apartment tomorrow evening at 9. I hope to see you." He said ecstatically.

I didn't say anything further, bid him goodbye and got into the elevator. The whole way back to my house I kept thinking of what I just said. I cursed myself for betraying myself. I had decided to say no but ended up saying maybe. Fuck!

Now that I had said maybe, then maybe I won't go to his place. The rest of the day was spent in thinking of the same thing. What would this mean? What would happen if I go? What if something happens between us? What would be the consequences? The whole day I kept thinking of the same and by the end of it, I got a headache. 

The sun rose the next day but even after a long night's sleep, the questions started pestering me the moment I woke up. I decided not to go for a jog, instead went back to sleep, hoping I would wake up fresh and perhaps all these thoughts would go away by then. I was damn wrong.

I went about doing my chores like cleaning, washing and cooking, checking my watch so very often, counting the minutes before I had to go to his place. I had to make a decision well before that.

If I didn't go then the signal would be clear. He would realize that I wasn't interested in taking matters any further and he'd stop. On the other hand, things could get very awkward between us after my snub and I'd end up loosing a friend, a good one rather.

Apart from Rupali, there was no one in the building of my age besides Jacques. Rupali was a typical Indian housewife who loved to gossip, watch soaps and gossip some more. 

The other women in the building were far older than me. They were busy with managing their families, kids and jobs if they had one. With the end of summer vacation a good 4 weeks away, I ended up bored at home. 

In spite of my repeated requests and even taunts, Rupali never showed up on the jogging track. The other women did show up but late and even then, they would walk around the track a couple of times before finding a bench in the garden and get busy gossiping and discussing their lives and TV shows.

Jacques was my age, he was progressive thinking and had been a gentleman most of the time. Since he started speaking decent English, our conversations had become meaningful. We would talk about a wide range of things. 

He barely knew anyone in the building so we didn't gossip and he never occurred to me as gossiping sorts. We had many things in common like love for western classical music, Hollywood movies and other stuff. So, if I didn't go there tonight, I'd end up loosing all that and also a good working out partner.

I knew he wouldn't do something if I said no. I could go there, enjoy the meal and come back if I resolved and said no to any advances he made. I just had to say no when and if the time came but could I? 

I had just a couple of hours to go before the clock struck 9pm. I decided to go for the sake of our friendship and act as I had resolved in the morning. I took a nice, long, cold shower, clearing my mind of all the thoughts.

I walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of the dresser. I untied the towel around me and started wiping my body dry. I unknowingly caressed my pussy. I had shaved it clean before Varun arrived and now a couple of weeks later I had a very sparse growth of hair. I dried and brushed my hair, letting them flow freely. 

I picked out a pair of black thongs and a front open lace bra. I gently got in to the thongs and wore them. I turned around to admire my soft, fair buttock. I wore the bra and tied the hooks at the front, capturing my boobs in them and adjusted my boobs inside the cups a little.

I picked out a black chiffon saree with red and golden embroidered border. Accompanying the saree was a black blouse and a black petticoat. I stepped in to the petticoat, tying its knot just below my navel, just above from where my mound would begin. I wore the blouse and then the saree. 

I put on some light make, mascara and a red lipstick and a light perfume. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my clothes a little. With the pallu resting on my arm, I looked beautiful, graceful yet very sexy.

I stepped outside my apartment and locked it. I looked around the corridors of the building through the duct to check if anyone could see me. Once I checked that no one was around, I walked inside the elevator. Throughout the short elevator trip, my mind kept saying 'don't go...don't go' and yet after the elevator door opened, I walked to his door.

I checked my watch and it was 9pm sharp. I rang the door bell and he opened it immediately. He smiled at me and beckoned me to come in. I stepped in his house, the first time since I had met him.

It looked like any other rented apartment with little furniture. There was a 3 seater couch and a TV a few feet away from it. There was a round dinning table for two or maximum three people. The lit candle on the table and some soothing instrumental music in the background did send alarm bells ringing in my head but I shut them down to let the evening proceed.

The curtains to the windows were white to match the walls and had been closed but the windows behind them left open to let fresh breeze flow into the room. All in all, the house looked neat and not cluttered.

"Hi Rhea...I knew you would come and I have prepared a very nice real French meal for you." He gently took my hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on it. I shivered as I felt his soft lips on my trembling hand. 

I did feel like backing my hand out but decided not to do so. I didn't think he was doing anything wrong but was just showing off some European chivalry. Jacques signaled me to sit on the couch and I did before he sat next to me on the couch, just a foot away from me.

"You look really beautiful in that dress." He said as he continued looking at me from head to toe. The transparent black chiffon sari would easily give him a veiled view of my flat stomach and my deep navel.

"It is called a sari. It is a traditional Indian dress for women." I said, explaining to him what a sari is.

"I hope it's not a multi course meal because I don't have a big appetite." I replied.

"No...No...the meal is going to be small but perfect." He replied.

He went into the kitchen and brought two bowls and placed them on the dinning table. I walked to the dinning table and sat in the chair. Jacques joined me at the other end.

"This is shrimp bisque or what you would call a shrimp soup." He said and then went on to explain how it is made.

I nodded as I listened to him. The bisque looked delicious and the aroma wafted through the room. We were both hungry and dying to dig into the food I think and moved our hands to grab the spoons at the same time. I backed my hand away from his the moment they touched and he smiled at me to which gave a faint smile. He picked out his spoon before signaling me to pick one for myself.

I gently picked up some of it on the spoon and ate it. I tasted French cuisine for the first time and it tasted great. The flavors mild and the shrimp were fresh and its creamy texture added to its character. He was looking at me expectantly waiting for my opinion on his cooking. I looked at those puppy like waiting eyes and smiled gently.

"Ummm...did you really make this or just ordered it from a hotel?" I asked him not believing he cooked it.

"Hahaha...I really made it. I've cooked since I was a...uhhh...teenager so I know something about cooking, though not as much as you though." He replied. Once he knew that I liked it, he too started eating it.

We talked about some random stuff over the bisque and it was over in minutes. We continued talking some more before he asked me if he could serve the main course and I agreed. I slowly let down my guard as we engaged in conversation. My giggles, his laughter and small sips of the soup set the mood. 

The engaging conversation was abruptly halted when I felt his foot brushing against my leg. I immediately backed my leg; I wanted to avoid a repeat of that evening that too in his house. Seeing me back off, he too retreated, his eyes showed a sense of apology. He stood up and walked to the kitchen to bring the next course.

"This dish is called Steak Frites." He said as he kept the plate in front of me.

"Uhhhmmm...I don't eat beef." I replied, sounding a little hesitant to try the main course.

"I know Rhea...its mutton, goat meat." He said before handing me a fork and a knife to cut the meat.

"Well...okay." I said as I looked at the plate. It was a steak with potato fries and some kind of gravy. It looked tasty and tempting and I decided to dig in.

After tasting it, I nodded in approval to which Jacques smiled. The evening was going nice at lease the meal part he must have thought. He went on to explain the ingredients and the recipe like he did with the previous course and soon we were back to talking normally.

"How is your girlfriend?" I asked him as we continued eating. I had no clue why I referred to her. After that one time when he showed me her picture, I had never asked him about her. Perhaps it was a sub conscious defense mechanism to guilt him into not making a move on me. 

"She is fine." He replied before he put a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed on it.

"Have you told her about me?" I asked, getting curious at the lack of response or enthusiasm from him.

"Yes." He replied in one word.

"Hmmm..." I said, preferring not to broach the topic anymore as he seemed reluctant.

"I have to tell you something. She is not my girlfriend anymore." He said after a minute's silence.

"Ohh...that's sad. What happened?" I asked sounding concerned.

"India happened." He replied.

"I am going to be here for at least a year before I can even ask them to send me home. The distance, the different time zones...it just got too complicated." He replied, sounding genuinely disheartened.

Seeing the disappointment on his face, I extended my hand and placed it on his. He looked at me and smiled. He gently placed my hand in his and held it; all the while we were looking at each other. 

This was a moment between us and we were lost in each other but better sense prevailed when I withdrew my hand, albeit gently, making him snap out.

"Ohhh...I forgot to serve you the red wine." He said as he got up from his chair.

"Jacques I don't drink." I said trying to stop him. I did drink very little on occasions and I definitely didn't want tonight to be an occasion.

"But it is supposed to be served with red meat. They both compliment each other. Try it...just a little." He said before walking in the kitchen. He walked back with a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Taste it...its nice." He said as he handed me a half filled glass of wine. He poured him one too and then we clinked the glasses before sipping on the wine. He was right, the wine tasted great with red meat.

We continued talking, eating and within no time, the food was over but we weren't done with the wine. We were soon into our spirits and started talking like we usually used to. We poured small drinks for us and continued talking. 

Jacques with his sense of humor and boyish charm made me giggle and laugh with his jokes. It was turning out to be an entertaining evening.

I finished my second drink, a larger one than the first and kept holding the empty glass in my hand. Seeing that, he gently placed his hand under mine, holding the glass and then poured some more. Before I could stop him, the glass was almost full and I just kept quiet.

"Rhea...I like you...." He said as he sipped on the wine.

"I like you too." I replied, my tone indicating my casualness about the word 'like'.

"Umm...No...I meant I like you." He said before gently holding my hand.

"Jacques...No...I am married. You know it is wrong" I replied as I turned my face away from him.

"I know...perhaps that's what is stopping you..." He replied.

"I have liked you ever since we first talked outside the store. We've bonded so much ever since. We might be from different worlds but the connection we share is far stronger and far beyond that." He said as he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of his hands.

"That rainy evening was special for me and I will cherish it and all the moments I've had with you. I know you like me too Rhea...just say it." He appealed to me.

"This is not right Jacques....I can't do this." I replied, putting up a feeble resistance.

"What seems wrong isn't necessarily wrong." He said.

"I think I should leave." I said as I backed out my hand. Just as I said that, the music playing in the background stopped, adding to the tension in the atmosphere which was so thick, one could cut it with a knife. I kept staring at him, wanting to say more, much more but just couldn't muster the strength to do it.

With two full drinks down my stomach and a half of the third, I started to get tipsy just a little bit. I knew this was my limit since I didn't have tolerance for more.

I realized it was time to leave not only because of feeling high but also the few tense moments that happened between us.. He requested me to sit for some more time but I decided to go now before things changed.

He agreed but with reluctance. He carried the dishes and I carried the wine and the glasses in the kitchen. He walked me to the door and I thanked him for the evening. Just as I was about to open it, I felt his hand on my shoulder and I froze. He gently pulled on my shoulder turning me around to face him. 

"I forgot to serve you the dessert." He said before he placed his one hand on my right arm and his other sneaked to my waist and gently held it and within a second his lips were on mine. My eyes stayed open from the shock from the abruptness of his move. I thought I would leave this place unscathed with my morality intact and if he wanted to make a move, he would've made it during the dinner.

All these thoughts started vanishing when he closed his lips on mine and started kissing me. He gently squeezed my waist, tempting me to respond and I did when I closed my eyes and kissed him back. He grabbed my waist tighter, pulling me closer to him and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeper.

I could hear our breaths quicken as we both embraced him for the steamiest kiss I had ever received in my life. Still kissing me, he pulled me away from the door and took me to the couch and I could feel my chance of being a faithful wife slipping away.

"Ummm...No...Please don't...Please...Ummm." I said, trying to break the kiss, trying to get away from him. My words said one thing but my body didn't; as much as I tried getting away, I didn't move an inch. My inner turmoil was manifesting physically as I just couldn't withdraw.

All the thoughts I ever had about this came rushing into my mind; my marriage, my life, my beliefs and my needs; needs of a woman. I felt his hands on my cheeks, pulling me in for a kiss and at that moment I felt like I was sinking.

[Nightking]

'This is wrong...this is wrong...this is wrong.' I kept telling my self as I felt his face drawing closer to mine.


'Ohhhh...that was so right....' I thought as I felt his lips on mine. He kissed me gently on my forehead and then on my cheeks as I felt my moral compass point in ten different directions. 

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer to him, pressing my breasts against his chest. I buried my head in his chest and closed my eyes in a desperate bid to preserve the last bastion of my shame.

I felt his finger on my chin before he slowly lifted it. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. Apart from the boiling lust, I could also sense a deep feeling of affection in his eyes. 

I saw him lowering his head before stopping just an inch away from my mouth. I could feel his breath on my lips as our noses brushed gently against each other. I felt his hand moving up my back to the back of my head before clutching to my hair. I stood there silently, staring at him blankly as he tore down the last walls. I closed my eyes and moved to kiss him. As our lips met, I felt his hand grip my hair tighter and the other hand pulling me in to an embrace.

We stood next to the couch, kissing like two long lost lovers who had found each other. I opened my mouth and he sneaked his tongue in, making the kiss even more passionate. I felt his hand sneak passed my pallu and squeezed my naked waist. I moaned in his mouth as I felt his warm hand on my trembling skin. The gentle squeeze reminded me of the evening at the Gateway of India.

We sat on the couch, our mouths still glued to each other as our tongues danced beautifully and our lips munched rhythmically. I felt his hand gently cup my left breast and I moaned in his mouth. He gave it a gentle squeeze once before squeezing it a little harder, making me moan even more.

The pallu was a hindrance and he brought his hand over to my shoulder and tried to pull it away. The safety pin tied the pallu to the blouse made it difficult to remove. He pulled it harder and I broke the kiss. I smiled at his failed attempts to disrobe me and decided to do it myself before he ripped my blouse and the sari.

I stood up before removing the safety pin. I took off the pallu and handed it to him and asked him to pull. As he did, I turned around, unraveling my sari with each turn. He pulled out the last of my sari which was tucked inside the petticoat and let it fall to the floor.

The sari symbolized my loyalty to my marriage and as the sari fell, so did I. I stood in front of him in a black petticoat and a black blouse. He kept staring at me, looking at me from top to bottom, drinking in with his eyes, every inch of my body.

He pulled me down to him and I readily went into his arms as we indulged in yet another passionate kiss. He was wearing a black shirt and a pair of blue jeans and I decided to undress him too. I broke the kiss and slowly started unbuttoning the shirt. Once the last button was untied, I parted his shirt to see his white vest inside. I lowered my head down to place gentle kisses on his chest and shoulders before moving up to kiss him.

I removed the first hook of my blouse and let him unhook the rest and soon my blouse was lying on the floor with my sari. Now, my modesty was reduced to just a bra, a petticoat and a pair of thongs which I was sure would be gone soon looking at how things were going.

I placed my hands on his crotch and gave it a squeeze. The hard and rough fabric of his jeans prevented me from making out the real size of what hid beneath but from one touch and a previous glimpse, I knew I wouldn't be disappointed.

I unbuckled his belt and threw it away before I started unbuttoning his jeans. After I had pulled down the zipper he gently lifted his butt a little, allowing me to pull down his jeans. Once his jeans was pulled down to his knees; his underwear to found its place next to the jeans.

I watched in amazement, a toned down sense of joy and some fear as his cock dangled in front of me, completely erect and twitching every now and then. Standing erect at least 7 inches and an equally impressive girth, the whitish pink foreskin had retracted a little to let the pink cock head peek out with its glistening head. Just like the rest of his body, his crotch was clean shaven which added to its allure. The hairless, pinks sack of balls which were beautifully in proportion to the shaft above it hung majestically.

"You like it?" He asked me with a grin on his face. I nodded absent mindedly as my left hand wrapped around its girth and my right hand cupped the balls. 

I gently pulled back the foreskin all the way to the shaft, unraveling the large mushroom like cockhead. I squeezed the shaft gently, letting a drop of pre- cum come out of the slit before spreading it all over the head with my slender finger. I fondled his balls gently, feeling the soft skin and the marbles that it encased.

I slowly started jerking the cock and fondling the balls, all the while staring at it. I felt it beckon me to taste and I slowly started lowering my head towards it. I gently scooped up some pre-cum on my tongue before tasting the salty, tangy juice.

"I always thought...Indian women...don't like sucking...uhh...penis." Jacques reacted to my cum scooping.

"First...for now...refer to this as a cock." I said as the teacher in me manifested and waved his cock gently.

"Second... sucking a cock is called a blowjob. So...let's call it that." I said continuing my monologue.

"Third....you are wrong about at least one Indian woman." I said as I lowered my head down to engulf his cock. 

"Aaahh...Oui Professuer..." Jacques moaned as he felt my tongue swirl around his cock. I lay down on the couch on my left side, letting the left side of my face rest on his hard stomach. I pulled his cock backwards making it face me before I started sucking it.

I felt the hardness of his knob with my tongue, swirling it around to scoop up the pre-cum over it. I inhaled his musky manly aroma which compelled me to suck harder. He threw his head back as he wandered into the land of ecstasy, placing his left hand on my head, caressing my hair so very gently.

I felt his right hand, fumbling with the knot of the petticoat. My hand joined him as we both removed the petticoat and let it slide over my legs all the way to my feet. I felt his fingers move to my crotch and I slowly parted my legs to allow him. He slipped his hands inside the thong and I moaned as I felt his fingers caressing my womanhood.

As his fingers rubbed my clit harder, my mouth engulfed more and more length of his cock. He removed his hand from under my thong before parting the crotch of the thong. He pried open my nether lips before letting a finger slip inside my pussy and the knuckle of his thumb wriggle on my clit. He removed his finger from my pussy and licked its whole length, tasting and savoring my juices.

"You taste good...the spice is just right." He said and squeezed my bra clasped breast hard.

"Ummpff...hmm...hmm...hmm" I giggled with his cock still in my mouth.

He pulled my mouth away from his cock and stood up. As he stepped out of his jeans and underwear I sat up, resting against the backrest. He kneeled on the floor in front of me and dug his fingers in my thong at my waist. I raised my butt off the couch and let him pull it off. I spread my legs to let him watch my pussy.

He lowered his head between my legs and I jerked my hips upwards and moaned as his mouth latched on to my clit. He kept my writhing body down with his hands and kept licking my pussy. I ran my hands through his thick blond hair, caressing and encouraging him to devour me.

He raised his head from between my legs and stood up. Just a minute of licking had me swooning a bit and I lay down on the couch. Jacques stepped forward, placing his right arm under my knees and his left arm under my back and lifted me off the couch. He carried me to his bedroom, all the while, our eyes locked onto each other. The passion and the heat of the moment were obvious but not a word was spoken. 

As he walked inside his bedroom, I started looking around. It wasn't very different from the rest of his house, plain and simple; a bed in the middle of the room, a sofa chair near the window, a TV opposite to the bed and a side table with a night lamp along with a closet against a wall.

He gently placed me on the bed before walking over to the window to close it. I gazed at his tight butt and its muscles tighten and loosen as he took each step. He closed the window, turned around and walked towards me, his hard cock pointing straight at me like a sharpened spear.

He stood next to the bed and I moved inside a little to let him sit besides me. He lowered his head to kiss me. I slipped my hand to grab his cock and jerk it, all the while as our tongues clashed above.

He broke the kiss and brought his hands to unhook my front opening bra. I saw in slow motion the last piece of my clothing came apart hook after hook. Once it was opened, he parted it to unravel my boobs. 

My nipples were erect from all the action in the living room and the blood surge to my tits made my nipples pinkish and enticing.

He cupped my breasts, one in each hand and gave them a squeeze. My enormous globes seemed like small oranges in his large, strong hands. As he squeezed them, my puffed up nipples protruded further out. He lowered her head to suck on my protruding nipple. He licked the areola around the nipple, making it wet in his saliva before clasping his mouth over my nipples.

I moaned an arched my back, letting more of my tit slip into his mouth. I felt my nipple being sucked into his mouth. He sucked on it a little hard, causing a little pain before letting go off it to do the same to the other nipple.

I pulled his head further more to let him suck my breasts. He continued with his oral play with my tits, sucking on one and squeezing the other, not letting any be deprived of attention. With one hand curling a strand of my hair and the other resting on his head, I watched in erotic daze and complete arousal as he sucked on my nipples, pulling them all the way till they slipped out of his mouth. He repeated it a few more times before lashing and wriggling his tongue on it.

He released his grip over my breasts and licked around the entire breast, moving to my underarm, sniffing and licking it before moving back to lick my nipples. His twitching cock caught my attention and I craved to suck it again. 

I pulled him over me and he rolled over to lay to my side. He moved up the bed, resting his head against the head board, bringing his cock to my eye level. I turned to my left and grabbed his cock. 

I started jerking it before popping his balls inside my mouth and sucking on it. I heard his deep sighs as I jerked his cock and my tongue sucked on his balls and licked on the perineum. As 

I looked up at him, I saw a face which showed a prevailing sense of satisfaction and a very high level of arousal which in turn aroused me further. He beckoned me with his finger and I knew very well what he wanted. Without taking his cock out of my mouth, I moved my lower body towards him. I swung my left leg over his face and placed it next to his ear, my right leg placed next to his right ear, positioning perfectly for 69.

I felt his fingers pry open my butt and then my nether lips. He then gently caressed my pussy along its length with his finger making me moan and suck him harder and the next moment I sucked harder and moaned louder as I felt his mouth on my cunt. His tongue darted inside my love hole, stimulating its nerve endings, sending jolts of raw pleasure through my body.

He inserted a finger inside my pussy, latching his mouth on my clit and sucking it and a moment later, inserted the tip of his other finger inside my butt hole. He slowly started moving his fingers in and out of my holes. The whole time I had been sucking his cock frantically but his recent move made me stop sucking and howl in pleasure as my orgasm approached. 

"Ohhh...Aaahhh...yeaaahhh....Fucckk!...Aahhhh.!!" I screamed as the orgasm fast approached against his unrelenting fingering of my holes. I screamed louder, my body thrashed around as the orgasm swept over me. He withdrew his fingers from my holes, locked his hands over my waist to hold me down and latched his mouth on to my pussy as I squirted my love juices, for the first time in my life. 

I had never squirted in my life, not on my first wedding night, my honeymoon or during all these years of marriage. The heady mix of taboo and his expet cunnilingus skills made my juices erupt. I could feel his mouth sucking on my convulsing pussy, swallowing the love nectar emanating from it.

"Ohhh yeaaahh....haaaaa..." I moaned and sighed as the orgasm subsided. I grinded my pussy in his face as he moaned and gulped down my cum like a hungry dog.

Once my orgasm was over, we both started to suck and lick each other's genitalia, but a lot leisurely this time. I licked along the length of his shaft before popping the cock head back in my mouth and suck it slowly where as he focused his tongue on my butt hole, rimming and lubricating it nicely while his hands squeezed my breasts which were sandwiched between our bodies. My long black hair spread over his lower body, covering me but my bobbing head giving away my filthy act.

I gently placed his cock between my tits before spitting a large glob of saliva between them to make it wet and slippery. He started thrusting his cock between my tits which had so snugly fit amongst them. His hard thrusting hips, pushed his cock against my face, hitting my chin and I simply lowered my head, opened my mouth and let his cock slide in and out of it.

He patted my ass signaling me to get off him and I did. He rolled over, lying on his stomach and extended his arm to the side table and opened the drawer to take out a condom. He was prepared for the night I thought; how I had been seduced and exploited into getting here. But I didn't care about all that at the moment.

He was lying on his stomach and his tight butt was a visual delight I enjoyed. I moved closer to him and bit his butt making him moan. I did it again, feeling the hard muscles clench against my teeth which I buried inside his skin to which he moaned louder leaving behind very visible teeth marks. I parted his butt cheeks to see a light brownish asshole. I spat a thick glob of saliva on it before lowering my head to lick it.

I made him get on his fours and got in the same position behind him. His protruding butt opened up his asshole for my oral assault. I started licking his butt hole and the perineum alternately where as my hand milked his cock expertly. I moved lower from his perineum and licked his tight balls making them wet and sticky. I slowly scratched his smooth white ass buns before spanking it hard. A loud yelp of pain and pleasure from him followed the slap. 

With him still on his fours, I lied down on my back and slipped myself between his legs. His twitching cock dangled inches above my waiting mouth. He looked down at me and slowly lowered his hip, letting his cock into my wide open mouth. He slowly inserted his cock inside my mouth, inching it forward and deeper. 

I gagged as it touched my throat and he immediately pulled back. I coughed a couple of times before composing myself. He again pushed his cock inside my mouth and this time, my relaxed throat took in more of it. This time I didn't gag as his cock touched my throat but it slid an inch further before pulling out. 

I exhaled loudly as he withdrew and sighed trying to catch my breath. His cock found its way back into my mouth and I saw him slowly move his hips back and forth as he started fucking my mouth. I just couldn't get enough of his cock; the more I sucked it, the more I craved. 

I pushed him back, letting his cock rest on my lips. I grabbed his balls and the base of his cock in my hand and started sucking his cock head. My upper lip massaged the head while my tongue licked the underside. A few soft licks later, I gently bit his cock, making him groan in pain but the very next moment I gently sucked it making him moan in pleasure.

This unexpected and perhaps an extreme move on my part made his cock quiver and I realized he was close to cumming. I didn't want him to cum so soon and immediately let go off his cock and withdrew from his rear, lying back on the bed.

I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had only been with one man before and that was my husband. We had a good sex life and tried to keep things fresh in the bedroom but I always played the role of the submissive partner and him the role of dominance. 

Even though I liked being dominated in bed, a part of me wanted to take charge for once at least and I did in a way now.

I had never bitten my husband's butt, never licked his asshole and had never spanked him but with Jacques, I did all that and his moans of approval encouraged me to carry on. The satisfaction of taking charge was not only physical but mental too.

He immediately lied to my side, embracing me in a tight hug before kissing me deeply. I could taste my slimy juices on his lips and I was sure he could taste his own on mine. He broke the kiss, took the condom and handed it to me. He kneeled near my head and I turned to my side before giving his cock a few short sucks. He lowered his head to my tits and sucked on them.

I took out the condom from the pack, pinched its tip and then rolled it over the length of his cock, making a snug fit. I lied on my back, spreading my legs to allow him access. He got between my legs and I spread my legs and pulled my knees closer to my chest, inviting him to plunge his cock inside me. 

He placed his hands on my thighs and pushed on them, pushing my knees further into my chest, raising my butt a little and exposing my glistening, gaping pussy even more. 

His cock was an inch from my pussy, the white, thin and almost transparent condom glistening with its lubricants. The pink bulbous condom covered head swayed and throbbed as it waited to pierce my insides. 

I watched in absolute amazement as his cock head slowly spread open my pussy and its tip going in just a little before he stopped, which made me look up at him. 

He winked at me and I saw a big glob of saliva falling from his lips right on his cock, exactly where it met my pussy providing his cock and my pussy the extra lubrication it needed for what was to follow.

The shaft followed the cock head smoothly before starting to come back out all the way. He pushed his cock back in, just the half of it before pulling out. He repeated the partial penetration and soon settled in to a comfortable and leisurely rhythm. 

I was feeling stuffed with just half of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I caressed his strong arms before slowly moving up to his shoulder, feeling his soft skin before slowly moving up to his face. I caressed his rough cheeks, my soft hands feeling the prick of his day old stubble. I ran my head through his thick blond hair and I looked down to see him still thrusting just half way through before pulling out. I felt his hands grip on my thighs tighten before he plunged his cock completely inside my pussy.

"Aaaahhh...haaaaa..." I screamed as clenched the bed sheet with my hands and threw my head back at his abrupt shove.

He stayed still with his cock buried completely inside my cunt. I sighed as I felt my pussy being stuffed and stretched, feeling his cock twitch against the deepest points of my pussy I had ever felt. 

He moved a little, adjusting himself in preparation to fuck me hard. I looked up to him, and then to down, anticipating him to move any minute and he did. With his hands gripping my thighs, his nails digging into my fair, soft skin, he started pummeling my pussy.

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"Aaaahh...Haaaaa...Haaaaaa....Aaahhh..." I screamed as little orgasmic bombs exploded in my head as he rapidly thrust his cock in and out of my pussy. His balls slapped against my puffed up wet pussy making the lewd slapping noise. My moans, his grunts and the slapping noises of our genitals reverberated across his small bedroom.


I locked my fingers around his neck and looked at him, hollering as he fucked me senseless. From his point of view, he could see my orgasmic face, with wide eyes, a gaping open and loud screams coming out of it.

"Yess...Yess....Ohhh yesss." I moaned as Jacques continued drilling me, making me orgasm so soon. With two back to back orgasms, I was dazed and amazed at his skill and the way he was fucking me right now, I knew I had to brace for several orgasms more.

He let go off my thighs before pulling out of me. He straddled my chest before slapping his cock on my breasts a couple of times before wriggling its piss slit on my nipple. He placed his cock between my boobs and I pushed them together. 

The slimy coat of the lubricants and my juices made his cock slide back and forth smoothly. He pulled on my nipples, making me squirm and moan as he kept fucking my tits. I had rarely been tit fucked by Varun since he preferred either a blowjob or my pussy and Jacques' fondness for my tits and the novelty of the position turned me on even more.

My open and parted bra flapped around my tits as he thrust his cock hitting my chin with each forward thrust. I felt so dirty at the moment; lying on my lover's bed, completely naked except for a bra which was a namesake piece of clothing on me. 

I was in bed with a foreigner from half way around the world in his house which was just a couple of floors above mine in a building that I had lived for the past 5 years. I had tossed my fidelity, my reputation and my ethos down the very window that Jacques closed a few minutes ago before he started making love to me, rather fucking me. I pushed aside all rational thoughts and focused completely on our bodies.

He grabbed my head and raised it before pushing his cock inside my mouth. I gagged as I felt the bitter lubricants and wanted to pull his condom out and throw it away but I knew this was only momentary as his cock would find its way back into my pussy soon.

He grabbed the head board of the bed, as he thrust his cock in to my mouth, fucking it. I had my pussy, my tits and now my mouth fucked in just a matter of minutes and did I enjoy it or what! He pulled his cock out of my mouth, moved forward a little till his balls hung right above my lips. 

I opened my mouth before he placed his nut into it and I began sucking it. I swirled my tongue around it, making his soft little marble roll around in my mouth. I opened my mouth wider trying to fit the other one. My mouth sucked on his balls while my hands caressed his smooth, taut butt. I sneaked my middle finger in to his butt crack and gently massaged his asshole, making his cock twitch above my face.

He pulled out of my mouth and got back between my legs to continue where he had left off. He pushed my left leg away, widening the gap between my legs. He raised my right leg and placed it on his chest before slowly pushing his cock back into my gaping cunt. 

He started fucking me, this time slower than previously. My foot was resting on his chest and my toe was just a couple of inches away from his mouth. I teasingly wriggled my toe in his face and he immediately popped it inside his mouth and started sucking it.

"Ummmm....haaaa..." I moaned as the never teased before nerve endings of my foot got active from his erotic stimulation. He ran his tongue along the length of my foot, before sucking on each of my toe; the whole time looking at me with maddening lust as his cock pistoned in and out of my gaping cunt making filthy slick noises.

He put my leg down and pushed on my back making me turn to my left side. I pulled my knees closer to my body getting into a fetal position. Still kneeling, he positioned himself behind my butt and then again slowly pushed his cock back inside me.

"Aaah....yeahhh...tight." He grunted as my closed legs added to the friction. He grabbed my butt for support and started fucking me again. His grunts grew louder with my moans as we indulged in a bout of frenzied coitus on his bed. The wooden bed started shaking and creaking loudly as me and my lover fucked on it.

Jacques raised my leg a little, sneaking his hand in between my thighs to find my clit. I moaned louder and my body shivered as his fingers toyed with my clit and his cock stimulated the nerves inside me.

"Aahh...No....ohhh shit...ohhh..Naaaa..." I moaned as I felt the orgasm surge in me. I couldn't recall the last time I had cum so soon and so many times in just one session. He slowed down as my pussy tightened for an orgasm. He stayed still with his cock still buried inside my pussy as I shook and shivered from the orgasm.

I let out a long sigh as the orgasm ended. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me. His beautiful disarming smile was in stark contrast to the animalistic lust with which he had taken me. Small droplets of sweat had accumulated on his forehead, some trickling down his cheek. A thin layer of sweat covered his heaving chest adding sheen to his fair white skin.

Seeing and feeling him so close to me made me realize the contrast between us. Two continents, two nations, two languages and two distinct cultures and yet we both so well understood each other's bodies. 

Since we had started making love, very few words had been spoken but we made sweet love like a beautifully choreographed dance, a well oiled engine, a well gelled team; it felt as if we had been doing this for ages. I felt so comfortable in his presence, not just in bed but otherwise too. There was no shame, no inhibitions, no hiding but just pure, unbridled lust and pleasure. 

He lowered his head on my tit and slowly and gently sucked on it. I pulled him up to kiss him, wriggling and rolling my tongue around his. He moved up to my forehead and gently scooped a drop of sweat pooled on it with his tongue. He smiled at me as he relished it before lowering his head towards my mouth. I too reciprocated my gently licking off some of his sweat before kissing him.

As he slowly withdrew from my pussy, I turned on my back and straightened my body before spreading my legs. He got between my legs slowly placing his cock at the entrance of my hole. He lowered his body on to mine, grabbing my shoulders from under my arms. 

He lowered his mouth on mine to kiss me as I wrapped my arms around his neck to welcome him. As we kissed gently, I felt his cock twitch against my waiting cunt. Without breaking the kiss, he moved to align his cock and my pussy before pushing the head and then the shaft inside me.

"Haaaaa..." I gasped as his thick, long rod stuffed me yet again. In spite of taking him inside me so many times in the last few minutes, I still didn't seem to be getting used to his cock. 

As I threw my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out, Jacques focused his attention to my neck; gently kissing and licking my nape before coming back up to kiss me. My hands caressed his butt, pushing it further into me. 

Just a few minutes ago we were fucking like a couple engulfed by maddening lust but right now, we made love like a couple madly in love with each other; stealing short, tender kisses. I just loved the tenderness of the moment and the change of pace.

He lowered his hands to my butt and grabbed it and started stroking harder. He grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them hard as he pounded my pussy hard. My hands scratched his butt, digging into his flesh, pulling him closer.

"Aaahhh...Haaa....Aaaahh..." I screamed, pushing my legs straight up and curling my toes. My hands scratched his back making him grunt in pain and forcing him to thrust harder, pushing his face into my neck.

He slowed down before stopping. He raised himself and rested on his knees, letting my legs rest over his thighs before resuming stroking me. He brought his hand over to my face and gently pinched my nose, making me giggle. 

He gently caressed my lips with his thumb a couple of times before inserting it in my mouth and I hungrily sucked on it. He removed his thumb out of my mouth and wriggled it over my clit. I moaned and arched my back as he stimulated the most sensitive part of my body.

He lowered his head down to my breasts and sucked on each of my nipple before coming up and kissing me.

He broke the kiss, disengaged and then patted on my butt and said, "Doggie".

"Ohh...so you know that word." I said, smiling devilishly at him.

"Everyone knows that word." He said, smirking at me before sliding my bra off my shoulders. I pulled it off me and threw it away.

I was pleasantly surprised, impressed and amazed at how well he was mixing things up. I had always thought that a couple of orgasms and two at the maximum three positions were my limit and Varun lasted equally long. 

But this young lad had survived my two long and two short blowjobs and had fucked me hard in 4 positions besides the foreplay without cumming even once and was still going strong. I on the other hand had 3 or 4 orgasms, frankly I stopped counting. The score was heavily tilted against me but I wasn't complaining.

I got on my fours, spread my legs, jutting my ass outwards. I lowered my butt and arched my back beautifully getting in to the position perfectly. He kneeled next to me on the bed and started caressing my butt. 

He lowered his head and placed gently kisses my soft, tender butt cheeks. He slid his hand between my legs and caressed my pussy, gently moving his hand up and down the entire length of my nether lips. 

"Ummmm....." I sighed as I felt his two thick fingers slid inside my pussy. He moved them in and out, side to side and in circular motions, caressing every sensitive nerve inside me. I felt his thumb gently caressing my butt hole making me moan louder. 

With his other hand, he slapped my butt, at first gently to gauge my reaction. My small moan in response to the slap encouraged him to slap again, this time a little harder deriving a proportionally loud moan from me. Seeing me enjoying the spanking, he continued slapping my ass as he intensified his fingering.

His fingers were probing my insides thoroughly and his thumb was caressing and fingering my butt. My head was hanging low, deep long moans were escaping from my mouth which grew louder as I felt his tongue circling on my ass hole rather than his finger, which he shoved inside my pussy.

I jumped and yelled as Jacques found my g-spot and he too realized it. Focusing his attention on it, he fingered me hard, rubbing against it. His other hand moved under me and flicked and pinched my clit and his mouth kept rimming my butt hole. 

The perfect oral and manual stimulation brought me my nth orgasm of the night. Rather than slowing down, Jacques continued fingering me as my body turned and twisted from the massive orgasm.

"Jacques...baby...pleasseee fuck me...!" I pleaded to him as my orgasm ended. I wanted more...more...and simply more.

With me still on my fours, Jacques stepped behind me and grabbed my ass before penetrating me. He held on to my butt and started fucking me in deep medium paced strokes. I heard him spit and a second later felt the warm, slick glob of saliva falling on my butt hole and trickle down to my butt as he picked up pace.

I pushed my ass back towards him as we fucked in unison, synchronizing our strokes perfectly. I had closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling his cock gave me. I moved my hand below me, sneaking up between us and started fondling his balls as they moved back and forth along with the shaft. As 

I continued fondling his balls, I realized that he had stopped moving and it was I doing all the moving. I pushed backwards harder and faster with each passing thrust, making my bangles cling rhythmically and his balls slap harder against my swollen pussy.

He placed his left foot flat on the bed, grabbed my waist tight and started fucking me faster. My head hung low and my sighs turned to moan as Jacques turned on the heat. 

In between his rapid thrusts, he jabbed his cock inside me to the hilt. The sudden jab shocked me as I threw my head and my long lustrous hair back. Seeing the opportunity he bunched my hair in his hands and started pummeling me as ruthlessly as before.

My back was arched as he pulled on my shoulder with his hand, my head was pointing upwards as my hairs were pulled back hard. My fingers were resting on my bed as I tried to support myself and my entire body shook with the hard and fast strokes of my lover. My eyes were closed and my mouth was wide opened as I moaned 'Ahh..Ahhh...Ahh' rhythmically with his hard strokes.

He pushed me down making my left cheek rest on the bed, making my ass prop upwards. He fondled my fleshy butt as he moved in and out fluidically. 

"Spread you ass Rhea...Spread it baby." He moaned as he drilled me. I complied, brining my hands to my butt and spreading my ass cheeks. I felt like a filthy bitch and rightly so because I was being fucked like one at the moment. He gently caressed my butt hole with his thumb before inserting its tip in to it. I squirmed at the anal invasion but he wasn't done yet. He lowered his hand between my legs and pinched my clit making me howl.

He had both my holes plugged, one with his thick cock and the other with his thick thumb, both moving in and out at the same time. He had awkwardly positioned himself almost like a crab as he drilled my pussy, fingered my butt and pinched my clit but he made it look so easy. 

My orgasm was drawing close and I pushed my butt harder against his crotch, making his balls slap violently against my pussy. I felt my Mangalsutra prick my soft breasts as I pushed my chest further down to prop up my ass further more. 

"Aaaaahhh......yessss...huhhhh...." I moaned as I came again. Even after cumming so many times, the intensity of each subsequent orgasm hadn't waned even a bit. 

After such a long and furious bout of sex, I was reduced to a pile of sweating, moaning mess and I wanted to stop but Jacques' unrelenting assault encouraged me to carry on. He had unleashed the insatiable bitch inside me.

He pulled out of me with an audible 'plop' and moved forward. I crawled back a little, making room for him between me and the headboard. 

He kneeled in front of my face, his cock touching my lips gently. I knew what he wanted but the condom was a hindrance. I didn't want to taste the bitter condom lubricants but wanted to savor the flavor of his raw cock. I pulled the condom off his cock and threw it away before opening my mouth. 

His cock pushed aside my lips, passed my teeth before sliding down my tongue and hitting the back of my mouth before pulling back out.

He bunched up my hair in his hand as he fucked my mouth. I savored the salty pre-cum as his cock oozed more and more of it. I was still on my fours as I had been minutes ago but now Jacques had changed places, from banging me from behind, he was banging me from the front. His balls were slapping against my pussy moments earlier but they were now slapping against my chin.

He pulled out of my mouth, pushed on my back and got between my legs. I raised my legs and spread them wide as he pushed his cock back inside again, this time without cover. I felt no sense of alarm, no fear of the consequences as he fucked me raw. 

He placed my legs on his shoulder, grabbed my waist and went to town with me, fucking me harder and deeper than ever. I felt his strokes getting erratic, his cock twitched inside me and I felt his body get stiffer with each stroke. Finally...Finally my lover was reaching his destination.

He pulled out of me and kneeled over my stomach and stroked his cock violently over my tits. I pushed them together waiting for his release.

"Aaahhh.....yeaahhh....Rheaaaaa" Jacques grunted loudly as he came, ejecting his load over my tits; his cock squirted rope after rope of thick cum which pooled over my tits. As his body jerked violently, some of his cum flew straight into my face.

"Yeaahh....Aaahhh...Haha..." I reacted to the cum shower. I looked down at myself to find an unbelievable sight. My tits were covered in a coat of thick cum, trickling down the side of my tits. Just a couple of inches above my breasts was his cock, still spurting cum. I could feel some cum trickle down my cheek and also a small glob on my lips. I licked it with my tongue and savored its salty tangy flavor.

"Haaaaaa...." He sighed as his orgasm ended. He looked down at me with a smile on his face which displayed pure orgasmic bliss. He stepped forward, bringing his cum leaking cock closer to my mouth. I opened my mouth and popped his cock inside, savoring his thick ejaculate. I sucked hard, sucking out the last drop of cum from his balls. I scooped some of the cum pooled on my tits with his cock and licked on it like a dirty whore. 

I placed his slowly shrinking cock in between my cum covered tits and stroked it a couple of times, coating his entire cock with cum before sucking and licking it completely.

Jacques got off me and walked over to the bathroom. I stayed there, spreading the cum on my body with my slender little finger, waiting for him to come back. He came back with a towel and stood next to the bed, near my head. He started wiping the cum off my body with towel, rubbing it a little deeper on my nipples.

I noticed drops of cum pool on the tip on his now flaccid cock and some cum stains on its side. Instead of using the towel, I decided to use my mouth and moved forward and started sucking his soft, shrunken manhood, sucking out the last drops of his nectar and cleaning it nicely while he rubbed the towel on my pussy harder. I was sucking his limp cock but it still felt great in my mouth.

He walked out to the living room and fetched my clothes. I in the meanwhile picked up my bra which had been thrown in one corner of the room in the sexual frenzy and wore it. I picked up the panty and wore it before fetching my hair brush. 

I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my dishelved hair wearing just my lingerie. Jacques stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and gently kissed my neck and cheeks. As he stepped away and sat on the couch completely naked, he watched me get dressed as I draped the sari around my body delicately and gracefully like an Indian woman does.

When I was done dressing up, he wrapped the cum soaked towel around his waist and stepped in front of me. He gently held my face in his hands and raised it to kiss me. I stood on my toes trying to stand up to him as I experienced the best kiss of my life. As we broke the kiss, Jacques placed his arm on my shoulder, pulling me towards him and we walked slowly to the door.

"Can you please check if someone is standing in the corridors?" I asked Jacques as we stood behind the door.

He nodded before opening the door and walking out. I saw him look around and the peep on the lower and the upper floors before walking back inside.

"There is a man on the lower floor talking on a cell phone." He said as he closed the door behind me.

There was no way I could risk being seen coming out of Jacques' house at that time of the night and as much as I tried covering up, I still had the freshly fucked look on my face which even I blind man would make out.

"I guess I'll just wait here for ten minutes before I can go back home." I said as I sat on the couch, fidgeting with my fingers.

"Hmmmm...then what do we till then?" Jacques asked. I looked at him to see him smile faintly.

More than 10 minutes later....

"I have to go home....Aaahhh...." I moaned.

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"Hmmmmm....." Jacques replied as he sucked on my nipple. My clothes and his towel were back on the floor and we were naked on the couch. I was on his lap facing him, with his cock buried inside my pussy. I gently rocked back and forth making his uncovered cock rub against my pussy walls; his large hands were placed flat on my ass, pushing me back and forth where as his mouth sucked on my hard stubby nipple.


"Jacquess....I have to...ummppfff...Hmmm..." I tried to say before he latched his mouth to mine to kiss me, silencing me. 

With his mouth still glued to mine and his cock still buried inside me, he stood up, picking me up along with him. He placed his forearms under my knees before I locked my fingers behind his neck and lowered my body towards the floor, almost getting perpendicular to his body, pushing his cock deeper inside me. He started stroking, slowly at first and gradually picking up pace. 

I was suspended in the air with his arms, my slender fingers and his thick cock for support as he fucked me in his living room, filling it with the resonance of his balls slapping my cunt. I was sure that the man in the corridor was gone and I could go home now but those thoughts were being shoved aside as Jacques slammed his cock harder into my pussy. He stopped fucking me and started walking towards the bedroom.

"Jacquess....I have to go home." I protested feebly as I felt his cock move inside me as he walked.

"Yeahh...you will but not now..." He said as we walked inside the bedroom.

Few weeks later....

"Baise Moi...Aahhh...Baise Moii....Yeaahhh....Fuck me harrdddd....Ouiiiii" I screamed as Jacques banged my ass hard. The sheer disbelief that I could take his monster cock inside my tight little asshole made me scream louder. He was crouching behind me as I was on my fours. 

My hands had been pulled back and were firmly gripped by his right hand where as his left hand pulled my hair hard as he pummeled my butt.

"Ahhh...Rhea...you;ve learnt so much and so well...yeaahhh." He grunted as he fucked my hard, stretching the thin membrane of my butt wide. I wasn't sure whether he was referring to our sexual escapades every night or my spoken French but who cared at that moment.

His twitching cock signaled his approaching orgasm and he pulled out, I swiftly kneeled facing him and a moment later, thick ropes of cum splashed on my face.

I stepped out of my lover's apartment in broad daylight which I had avoided all these days. I had always made sure that our rendezvous always happened in the quite of the night for it provided us secrecy; whether it was in my house or his. But ever since the school had started, I had to wake up early and as much as I loved our all nighters, it had become difficult to keep up with my routine.

Our routines had prevented us from being together for almost a week now and one Sunday afternoon I got a message from Jacques and I was soon naked on his bed with him. 

I stepped out late in the afternoon still dazed from the mind blowing sex I just had and I carelessly started walking down the stairs, not even checking around. 

As I walked down, still recalling the fuck and enjoying the trickling juices down my leg, I realized some one in front of me. I looked at the person and stood completely frozen in fear. 

The happy erotic thoughts vaporized in a second and were replaced with a complete blank space. I started trembling and my heart beat faster. I gulped down audibly as I stared at the person in front of me. 

That person was Rupali and she stood down a few stairs down from mine. She had a very devilish grin on her face as she looked in to my eyes.