Adultery The Impotent Husband

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Chapter 1
                                                                       
 
 
"Aaahhhhhh ... that was really nice," Ankush Temple said as he pulled his naked body up off his wife,
Rita. "There's nothing like a good fucking to start the day out right."
 
Beneath him, feeling his semen flowing out of her still passion hushed vaginal lips, Rita bit on her lower lip
to hold back the tears she could feel welling up. Once again, Ankush had failed to bring her to orgasm,
something that was becoming more and more the norm rather than the exception.
 
The lovely woman lifted her head and watched her husband dress, wanting to say something, but
failing to find the words. If there was anything Ankush prided himself on, it was his masculinity, and Rita
could sense that no matter what she said, he would take it the wrong way. His hard-muscled body
rippled with the regular work-outs he did, and his close cropped red hair made him look something like
a male god from ancient Greece. That had been what attracted Rita, as well as a thousand other girls, to
Ankush ... that and the fact that he was the starring Quarterback for the University of Buffalo football
team. He had virtually single handedly led the college to a State championship with his brilliant playing,
and he was both skillful and friendly. If there was anyone who had no enemies in the world, it would be
Ankush.   Rita, a good dancer  in college, had fallen under the spell of the strong man, and even though she
herself had made the first move toward him, her role as aggressor had soon been over shadowed by
Ankush's ability to take charge when the situation called for a strong person.
 
That had been early in their senior year, and by the time of their graduation, there was no doubt that they
would be getting married. Rita knew she was the envy of every girl she knew. Even though she had been
a virgin when she married him, Ankush had taken several of her friends to bed with him, and all of them
told the lovely petite blonde that she was getting one hunk of man.
 
During the summer after their marriage, Rita had found that to be true.   There wasn't anything Ankush
hadn't done, and little else that he wouldn't do. During their honeymoon on the goa  coast, the two had
hardly come out of their bedroom. The incredible pleasure Ankush had brought her when he first thrust his
thick, long cock up into her cunt, tearing her hymen forever and filling her anxiously waiting vagina with
the massiveness of his penis had been so total that Rita didn't want to waste one moment. She could
remember that night, and the other nights that had followed. And the days as well. Everything seemed to
blend into one continuous orgasm. Ankush's huge, free-swinging balls seemed to have no end of the
sperm she wanted so desperately, and he was more than willing to fill her belly to the brim each and
every time she wanted him to. During that time, Rita and Ankush had acted as though they were trying to
wear each other out, and any objective observer would have had to call it a draw. The lovely blonde
woman was certain that she had found her whole life's existence fulfilled.
 
But she had been wrong.
 
The honeymoon ended, and they returned to the mumbai, taking a newly built home in Amherst, so
Ankush could be close to his office in mumbai. An insurance firm there had snatched Ankush up as soon as
possible, offering him as much money as any executive. Before, Rita had been living pretty much hand to
mouth, hut now, she was able to have all those things she had merely dreamed about ... things she would
never have if she hadn't married Ankush. But even though she was financially well off, Rita noticed that
there was a change in Ankush.   Though he could have easily made it as a professional football player,
Ankush had chosen a slightly less exciting, though more stable means of employment. Rita would have
 
 
 
been happy with him no matter what he did, so she really didn't mind as long as she had him with her
when she needed and wanted him.
 
Ankush, however, couldn't seem to make the transition from college to the real world, and being away
from the football field made him act like a fish out of water. During the first week at his new job, he
would come home so tired and worn out that all he wanted was a drink before he went to bed. If her
first couple of weeks after her marriage was sheer heaven, the week after the honeymoon was sheer hell.
Rita had come to depend on Ankush's penis to bring her happiness, but for a while he had been just too
tired to do anything but turn away from her in their huge, king-sized bed and drop off to sleep, leaving
Rita to fend for herself. Even though she was as naked as he was, she couldn't do anything to relieve the
tingling that would come to her empty loins as she occasionally brushed against the hard-muscled body
of her nakedly sleeping husband. Once she had thought of fingering her vagina with him sleeping next to
her, but she had put that out of her mind with the thought that her moaning would wake him and cause
her no end of embarrassment.
 
Finally, after a week of living like that, Rita put her foot down. She hadn't married Ankush so she could
watch him sleep. She had married him because she believed that he could give her what she wanted. She
knew he was more than able, since the memories of her honeymoon refused to leave her mind.
 
Ankush had been completely apologetic, and they started the third week of their marriage as they had
begun their honeymoon. Ankush's hands would run lightly over the swelling mounds of her apple-hard
breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples until she thought she would die right then and there from
pleasure. Her vagina would respond with a river of lubrication, making it possible for Ankush's huge,
throbbingly erect penis to slide into her anti fill her to the brim. She delighted in the hard pumping of his
hips against hers, and she gripped his asscheeks with her hands as she felt her orgasm approaching with
the force she had known earlier.And then Ankush had cum. Her husband had cum, flooding her quaking belly with the seething torrent ofhis sperm before she had achieved her own release, and even as she drove her hips hard up against his,she could feel the thickness of his cock starting to wane. Finally it slipped out of her aching cunt all
together, leaving her unfulfilled and more than a little angry. Still, she believed that it was just from his
being tired and out of practice, so she said nothing.
 
The next night had been better. She had cum, at least, though Ankush had seemed so detached that her
orgasm had been a mild one.
 
There began, at that point, an on-again, off-again sex life. Sometimes Ankush would bring her over the
top, and sometimes he wouldn't, and most of the times he did would leave Rita unhappy. Ankush seemed
to think that nothing was wrong, however. Every time he flooded her cunt with creamy, thick sperm, he
assumed that she had orgasmed to her satisfaction, and he was so childishly innocent in his happiness
that Rita didn't want to say anything about it.
 
Now, nearly six months after they married, Rita had almost come to expect that Ankush would bring her
so close that she could taste her orgasm, and would then fail to hold himself back long enough for her to
achieve it.
 
"Something wrong, honey?" he asked when he had finished dressing. "You seem a little withdrawn this
morning."
 
"No ... nothing's wrong," Rita answered, hating herself for lying to him. If she were any kind of a wife at
all, she would come right out and tell him that he had tailed to satisfy her ... and had been tailing to satisfy
 
 
 
her ever since they came back from their honeymoon. "Are you going to be back in time for dinner?"
 
"I can't say," Ankush said as he looked around for his heavy overcoat.   "Some of the kids on the team
could use a little help, and I want to make sure that they get all they need."
 
When it had been learned that Ankush was, not only a good football player, but a good hockey player as
well, the local high college had asked him to coach their hockey team. Ankush had jumped at the chance,
and now his Saturdays were spent in the college rink, helping the kids.
 
"What are you going to do today?" Ankush asked as he got ready to leave for the day.
 
"I don't know," she said in a tired voice. "Maybe I'll just walk around some."
 
"Good work out," Ankush told her. "The air is nice and crisp this morning. Looks like we had some snow
last night."
 
Rita nodded, silently wishing that he would just leave so she could be alone with her thoughts. She felt a
mixture of anger and frustration as she watched him go out the door to spend his time with the kids.
Damn, she thought. If he used half the energy she shows them on me, everything would be all right.

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"I wish your sister would run her own fucking errands," Raj Narang told his wife, Deepa, as she dressed to
go out. "I mean, Christ, love, she wanted the kid. She should take care of him."

"You just want me here so you can fuck me again, don't you?" Deepa smiled as she slipped into her
overcoat. It was white, pure white mink, and her ebony shoulder-length hair contrasted with it as sharply
as night contrasts with day.

"Well of course," Raj smiled back at her. He wasn't really angry, though the thought of having his wife
away from him on an afternoon like this for even an hour or so made him feel a little alone. Shit, what
else was there to do on a cold Saturday in Amherst but fuck his wife?

"I'm sorry," she said, using a tone of voice that let him know she really wasn't sorry. "Radjika had a million
things to do today, and I promised that I would pick Sunil up and deliver him to her house."

Radjika was Deepa's older sister, and while the two women had not been all that close, there were still family
ties. Besides, Sunil wasn't the only reason she wanted to go to the college ice-rink.

"Uh huh ... and I'll bet you really jumped at the chance to get a closer look at that coach," Raj said,
tongue in cheek.

"Ankush Kapoor? You mean that strong, handsome red-head who's been keeping himself pretty much
secluded with his lovely wife? Why ... I hardly even notice him."



Raj went into a coughing fit, so hard was his laughter.

"That's right, love," he said after he was able to catch his breath. "And I haven't seen Rita, that lovely
little blue-eyed blonde with the firm hard breasts."

Deepa kissed Raj lightly and smiled. "I don't understand them," she said as she began buttoning her coat.
"He's never home, and she's never with him."

"That's something to think about," Raj mused. "Maybe I should pay a little visit to them."

"They would certainly make a good addition to the club," Deepa agNarang. "Some of the members have
been asking me why we haven't brought them to the meetings, since we live just two houses down from
them."

"And what did you say?"

"I told them the truth. I told them we just haven't talked to them all that much."

"You know something?" Raj said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's high time that we changed that. Maybe we
should really get down to it and bring them out."

"Uuuuummmm ..." Deepa said as she ran her pink little tongue across her full, lush lips. "Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?"

"Suppose you tell me what you have in mind."

"Getting them separated is not much of a problem," Deepa told him. "He goes out, she stays home. You
work on her, I'll work on him."

"Sure ... that's simple for me, but who knows where he goes half the time? How would you like to go
chasing all over the town following him?" .

"No one said that the good things in life are easy to come by," Deepa said, wincing at the thought of
chasing after Ankush. "Still, it could be worth it. Just watching him walk around makes my cunt tingle."

"And thinking about Rita's tight little cunt really set my cock off," Raj said. "Hey, don't get me wrong.
We can work something out that will make it a little easier for you."

"That's what I love about you," she said as she pulled away from him and looked through her purse for
her car keys. "You're so considerate. But I think I would like the thrill of the chase. It would make me
feel like a little college girl again."

"Wench," Raj smiled.

"Lover," Deepa said. "Suppose I give things a little feel this afternoon while I'm at the rink. Maybe we can
come up with something after I've had a chance to talk to him."

"Whatever you say, love," Raj shrugged. "And to give you as much time as you want, I'll stay home
while you're away. No ... no," he told her, exaggerating his motions. "I'm willing to wait a couple of days
more before I get into Rita's pussy. You have a word or two with Ankush and we'll put our heads
together when you get back. We have a week before the meeting, and a lot can happen in a week, now
that we've decided that we're going to take some action."

Deepa gave a little chuckle and opened the door, letting in a cold blast of air.



"That's what I like about you," she said, standing in the open doorway.

"You're willing to make a sacrifice to see to it that I'm happy."

"Close the fucking door, will ya? Heat doesn't grow on trees."

Deepa blew him a kiss and pulled the door after her. Getting into her car, she found that already she was
formulating a plan of sorts. She had been pretty busy with the other members of the swap club, and she
hadn't had much of a chance to really think deeply about Ankush Kapoor. Even so, he had been in the
back of her mind ever since she had watched him move into the neighborhood during the summer. She
was impressed when she learned that he was a football hero. She really didn't follow sports that much,
but that little bit of knowledge made her want him all the more. And Raj, she knew, was hot and ready
for Rita's pussy. It was strange that things had taken so long to develop, but they had, and now was the
time to see to it that something happened. Now that she and her husband had agNarang that something had
to be done, there would be no turning back. Should this opportunity slip away, Deepa knew they would
never get around to getting the couple in the club.

She moved her car along the ice-slicked roads with ease, heading for the college where her nephew was
practicing with Ankush. Having to use an excuse like a kid to get to meet Ankush made Deepa feel like she
was in high college again, where she used to "accidentally" bump into boys she was attracted to. Most of
them had been too shy to make the first move, but Deepa was anything but shy. She had learned, though,
that some people had to be handled with a certain degree of delicacy, so as not to scare them away.
Even a good looking fucker like Ankush must have his weak points. If he didn't, he and Rita would have
more people than they do for visits.

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Come to think of it, the lovely voluptuous dark-haired woman thought as she pulled into a parking spot
in the college's lot, they don't have anyone over to visit. It's almost as though the two of them live in a
world all their own. Wellllll ... that's interesting.

The early setting sun and ensuing darkness made the air around the new college bitter cold, and Deepa
hurried inside, taking great care that she did not slip and fall on the ice. As soon as she was inside, she
took off her coat, revealing her casual dress. Knowing that she would not be spending too much time
away from the warmth of buildings or her car, she hadn't bothered to dress warmly. Though slightly
older than Rita, Deepa carried herself as though she were still in college, and dressed pretty much the way
she had when she had been attending college. Tight jeans, a light casual blouse and simple shoes. Her
rich, luxurious hair, cleanly parted in the center of her head, fell softly to her shoulders and framed her
head, bouncing lightly as she walked through the building. As she passed several reflective windows, she
automatically glanced at herself, and was pleased with what she saw. She took good care of her body,
and her looks had not in the slightest left her. Even as she walked quickly through the empty halls, she
could see in the profile of her reflections, the generous swelling of her breasts behind her cotton blouse.
Even though her globes were large, they were firm and hard, and had never needed the support of a bra.
They, like her hair, rajbed sensually as she sauntered through the halls, and the rubbing of her nipples
on the light cloth brought about a sense of arousal. Good, she thought to herself. Feeling like this will
make me just a little more brazen than normal. We'll check this Ankush guy out real good. She could feel
her pussy starting to secrete fluids of desire as she found the doors to the indoor ice rink, and she moved
her mink coat in such a way so as to hide any stain that might show through her jeans around her vaginal
area. She wanted to be a little brazen, but not totally wanton! She wanted Ankush to think of her as just
another woman. That way he would act more naturally, and she could get a better feel about him.

The echoing sounds of shouting and laughter filled the rink area, and she searched through the huge
room, looking first for her nephew, and, finding him, looked for Ankush.



She found him when he blew his whistle loudly.

"All right," he boomed, his voice bouncing off the walls. "I think we've had enough for today. Let's break
it up. I'm ready for dinner."

"Sunil," Deepa called at the top of her lungs, delighting when she saw everyone, including Ankush, turning to
see her finally. "Sunil," she called again.

The young boy skated across the rink. "Aunt Deepa," he started.

"Your mother sent me to pick you up," she said quickly, keeping her eyes on Ankush all the while. "My
car is in the parking lot. It's unlocked. You get changed and wait for me there. I have a little something I
have to do. I won't be long."

Sunil shrugged his shoulders and went to change. Deepa followed Ankush's hard muscled form as the
hockey coach went to one of the side benches and sat down to take off his skates. Sighing deeply, Deepa
walked along the ice to him.

"You seem to be pretty popular with the kids," she said to start the conversation.

Ankush looked up and stared at her for a moment. He could feel his breathing stop as his eyes fixed on
her ripe beauty. Then he broke into a huge grin and returned to taking off his skates. "Yes ... I like them
and they like me," he told her. "I don't think they've had a coach who really understood the game before."

"I thought football was your sport," Deepa said, sitting close, but not too close, to him. She bent forward
and looked with intensive eagerness.

Ankush gave a little chuckle. He was used to having women come over and talk to him. Lots of them had
done that in his college days, and he prided himself on being able to handle situations like this.

"Well ... it is. Or was, I should say. But I like all sports. I have to admit that you don't look like the kind
of woman who would be interested in football, though."

"I'm not," Deepa said, smiling and raising her eyebrows.

"And something tells me that you're not interested in hockey, either."

"I never thought a jock could have so much insight," Deepa said, just a little seductively.

Ankush chuckled to himself. This little game was one that he hadn't played in a long time ... not since he'd
married Rita. He could tell that this lovely woman was coming on to him, and even though he was a
married man, it gave him a little thrill to know that he still projected that special something that most
women go for. And he wasn't even trying. Well ...

"You sure don't look old enough to be Sunil's mother," he said, looking away from his skates and
directly into her coal-black eyes.

"I'm not," Deepa said, still smiling, and looking right back at him. So far, there was nothing shy about this
handsome man.

Ankush regarded her for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes as though he was deep in thought.

"I know you from somewhere," he said quietly. "I know you ..."

He searched through his memory, trying to recall the faces of the women he used to date in college.



They hadn't been countless, but most of them had been for little more than a couple of weeks, hardly
long enough to leave a lasting impression in his mind.

"No ... you've probably just seen me," she said, looking hard at him, and then leaning back. Raj and I
live two doors down from you and Rita."

Ankush thought about that for a moment, and then his face brightened with a sudden understanding.

"Of course," he said as though he had just stumbled on to some brilliant thought. "Well ... it's nice to be
talking to you. I'm sorry that Rita and I haven't been making the rounds in the neighborhood. She and I
are just a little new to the ways of the suburbs. Both of us come from the city, you know, and making the
..."

"No need to apologize," Deepa said quickly. Now that she had him talking, the last thing she wanted him to
do was feel as though he had done something wrong. "Raj and I know how it can be. When we first
moved here, we didn't know a soul, and it took us some time to make new friends. Someone has to
make the first move."

Ankush felt instantly relieved. Talking to this lovely woman was a pleasure. She was friendly, open and
casual. He had at first thought that he would have to go into some long speech about how he was
married and wasn't playing the field anymore, but now that he knew a little more about her, he began to
feel as though he had known her for a long, long time. Some people are like that, he thought quickly to
himself as his eyes lingered on the generous swell of her breasts pushing out her light cotton blouse.
Some people make you feel at ease right away.

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"I'm really glad we met," he said finally, remembering that he was married, and was therefore entitled to
do little more than just look and not touch. If he weren't married, he might make a play for her, even
though he knew she was. One of the things Ankush had no hang-ups about was making it with married
women. Shit ... if they wanted to have some guy besides their husband fuck them, that was all right with
him.

"So am I," she said, fully meaning it. This was the closest she had been to him, and she could see that, if
anything, she had under-estimated him. She wasn't sure, but she believed that she could see a swelling of
his cock under his pants ... a swelling that told her he would be able to satisfy her in bed many times
over. She could tell that he was staring at her breasts, and that made her feel very happy. If she could
get the least bit of arousal out of him, there was an opening.

"Now that we've met," she continued, "what would you say to you and Rita coming over to our house
some time in the near future? Raj and I love to entertain, and we would be very happy to have you two
over."

"Why ... that would be very nice," Ankush said. "Of course, I'll have to talk to Rita about it, but I'm sure
she'll go along with me. She hasn't said as much, but I'm certain she would like to meet new people."

"Is she a little shy about finding new friends?"

"Well ... in a way. She can be very outgoing when she wants to be. I think living out here has really
thrown her for a loop."

He finished taking off his skates and placed them in his bag. Then, standing up, he looked down at the
lovely woman.

"Shall I walk you to your car?" he asked, offering her his arm.



As they left the ice rink area, Ankush pulled himself up next to her, delighting in the excitement that
seemed to flow from her.

"What does Raj ... your husband ... what does he do for a living?" Ankush asked, thinking that it would
be a little better if he made sure that he and Deepa remained just friends. He didn't want her to get the idea
that he would fuck her. Even though he was certain he could get a lot of pleasure out of it, he had never
been able to handle more than one girl at a time. He would go from one to another ... sometimes rather
quickly, but he would never have more than one girl at a time. Things could get out of hand then. And
having an affair would be harder than having two girl friends. A wife can get pretty mad ...

What are you thinking about Ankush, he thought. You can't even be considering fucking this woman. Just
forget it. You're not in college any more. You have a wife and a job and a home ...

"Something tells me that you weren't listening to me," Deepa's voice broke in on his thoughts. "That's not
very nice, asking me about my husband and then drifting off like that."

"Uuuuuummm? Oooooohhh ... I'm sorry," Ankush said, remembering that he was talking to her, and not
trying to work out his whole life around her. "I was thinking of ... of a personal matter."

"That's all right," Deepa said. "Like I was saying, Raj is a computer programmer with several banks in
Buffalo. If I may be allowed a little wifely pride, his services are in great demand."

And as she said that, she broke up into peals of laughter. It had been unintentional humor, but the pun fit.
At all the gatherings of the group, most of the wives wanted Raj's "services," and would sometimes fight
to get them.

"What's so funny?" Ankush asked, feeling a little left out.

"Ooohhh ... I was just thinking of a personal matter," she said teasingly, evasively.

"Your personal life is that funny?"

"It can be ... sometimes."

They reached her car and Ankush opened her door for her. Sunil was sitting in the back, reading a comic
book.

"Hi, coach," the young boy said.

"How's it going, Sunil?" Ankush said, both glad and a little unhappy that Sunil was around. He would
have liked to spend a little more time with Deepa, but having Sunil around sort of took that decision away
from him. It was probably for the better, since he knew he could get into a lot of trouble with Deepa. He
wasn't sure but that she might still be coming on to him, in her own way, and he would like to have
explored that possibility. Well ... there was plenty of time to get to know her better.

"You and Rita will give us a call soon?" Deepa asked as she climbed into her car.

"You bet," he said, just a little too quickly. Damn, he might still be attracting women, but he was losing
the touch once he had them. He was being just a little too obviously anxious, and he remembered a
lesson he had learned long ago ... Never tip your hand too early. That was what he was doing now, and
as he watched Deepa drive away, he felt like a little college boy talking to a girl for the first time.

And then, again, he remembered that he was married ...



His mind was becoming confused with several conflicting thoughts. If he were still single, he would
probably have made a pass at Deepa. The more he thought about what had happened, the more he was
convinced that he had done just that. He had made a pass at her, though it had been a very mild and
clumsy pass. And he hadn't wanted to do that anyway.

"God," he said out loud as it suddenly dawned on him that it was colder than a witch's tit. Skating
around the rink had made him work up one hell of a sweat, and that sweat was making him feel chilled
now.

He hurried across the lot to his own car, feeling a little better, now that he was out of the wind, and
remembering that he was hungry. Rita had better have quite a meal ready for him. He felt as though he
could eat a horse.

Rita stared at the clock, wishing that Ankush would come home soon. She had been walking around the
neighborhood, trying to think of the words she would use to tell him that he was failing to satisfy her. She
had run through dozens of conversations in her mind, but none of them had turned out the way she had
wanted. She had a fair idea when he would be coming home, and as that time approached, she could
feel herself getting anxious and nervous. She really had no idea what Ankush would do when she told him.
Nothing like this had ever happened to her and she was pretty certain that a man like Ankush would take
it pretty hard. He might not even believe her. After all, he had been one of the most popular men in
college, and she knew he had pleased a lot of women. His pride was at stake, and he was liable to lash
out at her.

That's silly, she thought to herself. Ankush loves me. There's no reason why he shouldn't know about his
failure. There was nothing wrong with him. He's just under a lot of pressure, that's all. He was all right in
the beginning. There's no reason to think he can't be all right again.

Her heart skipped a beat and her breath quickened as she heard his car pull into the driveway. She
stood up from her easy chair and faced the doorway, desperately trying to calm herself down. If she
acted a little funny, he might suspect something right off. That would put him on the defensive, and the
last thing she wanted him to think was that she was attacking him in any way, shape or form. She wanted
to be calm and rational about the whole thing. That was the best way to handle it, she decided.

She met him at the door as it opened, giving him a big hug and a kiss as soon as he was inside. This took
him by surprise, though he was quick to recover. They embraced for a long time, until finally Ankush
pushed her away just enough so he could close the door.

"Well ... I'd say you missed me while I was gone," he said in a chipper voice. During his ride home, once
he was away from Deepa, he could feel only happiness that he had made a new friend in the neighborhood.

"Of course I missed you," Rita said, bringing in her training as a cheerleader. She took her husband's
hands and held them away from his body, smiling as though she didn't have a care in the world.

"What's for dinner honey?" he asked, dropping her hands and getting out of his coat. "I really worked up
an appetite with those kids. By the way, I met one of our neighbors ... Deepa Narang. She says she and her
husband would like to have us over to their house sometime soon."

Rita smiled. "That's nice. Uh ... before we have dinner, though, there's something I'd like to talk to you
about."

"Can't it wait until after dinner," Ankush said in a tired voice. "I'm kind of hungry, and I think better on a
full stomach."



As Ankush walked away from her to get a little cleaned up for eating, Rita sighed to keep her courage up.
He was acting like he were back in college, where nothing was very important.

"I'd rather not wait until after dinner," she said, her concern coming through in the tone of her voice. "I've
been thinking about this all day, and I want to get it over with."

Even now, Ankush didn't appear to be taking her very seriously. He came out of the bathroom drying his
hands on a towel. "Okay, honey," he said in a chipper voice. I'm all ears."

"This is no laughing matter," Rita said, turning away from him. She couldn't look at him, and she still
didn't know where to begin. Ankush wasn't making this any easier on her either.

The silence behind her told her that Ankush was waiting for her to say something. She took a deep breath
and spun around.

"You don't satisfy me in bed," she said quickly, getting the words out before she had a chance to change
her mind.

Ankush looked at her, his hands still running through the towel. His face carried no expression, and Rita
didn't know what he was thinking. She looked at him wonderingly, as though he was supposed to be
saying something.

"Is that all?" he said, blandly.

"Isn't that enough?"

"Well ... suppose you tell me what your problem is," he said, letting Rita know he hadn't understood
what she meant.

"It's not my problem ... it's yours."

"Mine?" he said, raising his voice and smiling as though she were pulling a joke on him. "You're crazy."

"No I'm not," she snapped at him. "You haven't made me cum since we've come back from our
honeymoon."

"Look-I'm hungry and tired. Suppose we have something to eat and we can ...

"No!" Rita said, putting her hands on her hips and glowering at him. "This isn't college, Ankush. You
can't just pretend that problems don't exist. I haven't told you before because I didn't know what to say.
Now I'm telling you before things get worse."

For the first time since they had started the conversation, Ankush began to catch the drift of what she was
saying.

"Now let me see if I have this right," he said, fighting hard to control himself. "You're telling me that I
don't make you cum, is that right?"

Rita shook her head as though she was coming out of a trance. She had actually used that word without
even thinking about it. She couldn't remember a time when she had said "cum" in a normal conversation,
and the mere sound of the word made her blush a little.

"That's right," she said in a soft voice.

"I think you're full of shit," Ankush said, tossing the towel aside and lifting his head a little. "I think it's all



your problem, not mine. Remember, you were a virgin when I married you. I've had some experience
with women, and I never heard any of them complain before."

"You were never married to any of them," Rita shot back, determined that she would maintain her
courage in the face of her husband. "Things were all right for a while, but they ... they dropped off."

"And you think it's my fault?" Ankush just couldn't believe what she was telling him.

"Honey, please, I'm not saying it's anyone's fault. I'm saying that ... that ..."

"You're saying that I don't know how to fuck my wife, is that it?"

"All right, yes, damn it. That's it," she snapped, pursing her lips.

Ankush looked at her as though she had just told him that the world was flat. "You really believe that,
don't you," he said in an icy cold voice that made Rita shiver. She had never seen him look like he did
now. He was obviously gritting his teeth, and his lips were curled slightly, and pursed as though he were
concentrating all his strength on his mouth.

"Don't look at me like that," Rita said, trying to calm down a little, and in doing so hoping that she could
calm her husband down as well. She hadn't known how he would take what she had to tell him, but she
never thought he would take it so badly. "I'm not saying that you can't, Ankush. I know you've been under
a lot of pressure, and ..."

"And nothing, you little frigid bitch," Ankush snapped. "Pressure is something I handle very well. Christ, I
have less pressure now than I did in college. I think you've just got too high an opinion of yourself. You
can't orgasm, and you've decided that you want to blame me. You refuse to put the blame where it lies,
Rita, and that's with you. Don't try and make me feel guilty."

They looked at each other for a moment, though it felt like an eternity to Rita. She decided that she
wasn't handling this very well at all, and she was the first to turn away. Maybe if they ate dinner, they
would be able to come back to the problem later. She wished she had taken Ankush's suggestion that
they eat first. Things might have been a little more rational if she had.

"Let's eat, honey," she said, moving toward the kitchen.

"You eat," Ankush said, walking to the closet where he had hung his coat. "I don't think you'll want to be
in the same house with me. Not if I can't give you what you want."

"Ankush! Where are you going?"

"Don't try and make me believe you care, bitch," he snapped, slipping into his coat. "I'm not the husband
you thought I would be, so why should you care where I'm going.

The lovely blonde woman opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't think of any words. She
watched in wide-eyed amazement as Ankush pulled open the door and walked out, slamming the door so
hard that he made the glass window rattle. Rita stood in the dining room, staring at the door, not
believing that he had walked out on her like that, until she heard the car starting, and then pulling away.

Just two doors down, Deepa happened to be at her window, looking over the snow-covered, silent
landscape while Raj mixed some before dinner drinks. At first she was a little confused by what she had
seen. It certainly looked like Ankush and Rita had just had a little spat and Ankush had walked out. When
she saw the handsome football player jump in his car and swerve several times on the icy road, she
knew something was wrong, and she decided on the spur of the moment that this was the opening she



and her husband had been looking for.

"Love," she said quickly, turning away from the window and hurrying to get her coat and car-keys.
"Forget everything. Something's happened over at the Kapoors' that might make both our lives a lot
happier."

"Really," Raj said, sipping on his drink and watching his wife scurry around. "It looks like you're really
going after Ankush's cock hot and heavy."

"Wish I could talk, Love," she said as she opened the door. "Suppose you wait here until I give you a
call. Something tells me that I'll be able to keep Ankush away from his home long enough for you to do
something nice to Rita, but for God's sake, let's not get our signals crossed."

Raj nodded. One of the great things about his marriage to Deepa was that they were both a team. There
were times when one of them would start something, and the other would pick up on it right away, as
though they could read each other's minds .

"I'll give you about half an hour," he told her. "Then I'm acting on my own."

She blew him a kiss and hopped into her car. Turning her engine over right away, as it was still warm
from her drive to the college. She hurried in the direction she had seen Ankush drive. It wasn't hard to find
his car. He was driving so poorly for the conditions that he could not make much distance, and there
were no other cars out on the roads in the neighborhood.

Even though Ankush was generally a good driver, and Deepa hadn't had much practice driving, she
managed to follow him. She smiled in her mounting excitement. This was like something from the movies
or a television show, and it made her feel like a little girl again. She liked the feeling, and she was really
getting into the thrill of the chase.

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Ankush sat in some nameless bar, at least he didn't know what the name of the place was, and he really
didn't care. The place was pretty empty for a Saturday night, and his stool was surrounded by vacant
ones on either side. A juke box was playing the Tony Bennett version of "I Left My Heart in San
Francisco," though Ankush wasn't paying too much attention. He was looking into his second drink, a
double Scotch on-the-rocks. The first one he had downed right away, and on his empty stomach, it had
gone right to his head.

"Damn that woman anyway," he thought, his mental voice slightly fuzzy. The nerve ... the absolute gall
of her to tell me, Ankush Kapoor, that I can't make her happy . She ought to consider herself lucky that I
married her. There were a lot of women who would have given their right arms to be where she is now,
and she just doesn't appreciate it. Well ... let her do some thinking for a little while. The nerve!

Outside the bar, Deepa lit up a cigarette and smiled. She had just made her phone call to Raj when she
saw Ankush going into the bar. Raj had been all smiles. At least, he had sounded like he was all smiles
over the phone. The plans had been set, and Deepa was ready to put her end of the deal into operation.
This hadn't been so hard after all, though she had to admit that she had been very, very lucky. Well, no
point in dwelling on that, she thought. Luck or no, she was going to make her play for Ankush, and she
was pretty certain that he was in just the right mood to take her up on it.



She walked into the bar and received a whistle or two from the few men who were in a fairly jolly mood.
She ignored them as she sauntered through the place, taking a seat right next to Ankush.

"Small world, handsome," she said, taking a deep drag on her cigarette.

Ankush turned to her, his face carrying the expression of anger, though not at her.

"I'll have a martini," she told the bartender, who gave her a little wink. Even though he had never seen
her or Ankush before in his life, he could see what the situation was, and he had learned not to get
involved in such things.

When her drink came, she took a dainty sip and looked at Ankush, who had gone back to staring into his
drink. "I was just driving around when I saw your car here. Raj and I ... we had a little, oh ...
discussion, and I'm afraid I walked out on him."

She was fishing for information, and she could see that she had hit pay-dirt right away. Ankush stiffened
and turned to face her, his facial expression softening somewhat.

"Really?" Then, after something of a pause, he added, "Rita and I had something like that too."

"I'm not much of a drinker," she said, seeing that she was going to have to do most of the talking for a
little while. "But I didn't feel like being alone. Like I said, I saw your car out there, and I thought we
might be able to make each other feel a little better."

Ankush grunted and smiled from one side of his mouth. Now that he was a little drunk, he wasn't being
quite as careful as he had been in the ice rink with her. She was looking pretty appealing to him at this
point, especially after what Rita had said to him. He wondered what his lovely blonde wife would think if
she knew that he still had that old effect on women. Deepa was looking at him through half-lowered eye
lids, turning her body in such a way as to give him a very nice view of her full, luscious breasts. Even
though they were completely covered with her blouse, they still looked delightful.

But even though he was slightly drunk, he was not a total fool. He might make his desires a little more
known, but he was still married, and that meant look, but don't touch.

"Some women just don't know when they have a good thing," he said, taking his drink off the bar and
holding it in both hands while he looked directly into Deepa's coal-black eyes.

"Some men don't either," she answered. "Raj and I ... well, I thought we had a pretty good marriage.
Things came as something of a shock to me. He doesn't like this about me. He doesn't like that. God ...
the least he could have done was tell me a little at a time instead of dumping it all at once on me."

"You look like you're taking what happened rather well."

She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I do? I'll be going back in a little while. Maybe after he and I
have been away from each other for a while, we'll both cool down some. I didn't even get a chance to
say anything in my defense, though now that I think about it, Raj's not perfect."

"I guess no one is," Ankush said thoughtfully. Even though he thought Rita was totally wrong about what
she had said, Ankush now believed that he could have been a little less abrupt ... a little more patient with
her. Hell, if she had a problem, the least he could do was try to help her with it, instead of running away.

Now that he wasn't alone, though, his thoughts began to travel in other directions. Even fully clothed,
Deepa exuded a certain sexual arousal just from her being so close to him. His eyes quickly traveled over
her body, dropping from the cotton covered swell of her hard, firm breasts to the graceful flair of her



jean-covered hips. She was sitting with her legs crossed at her ankles, her full-fleshed thighs pressed
tightly together. The tight denim cloth followed every curve of her body, and he was certain that he could
see her cuntal mount pressing up against it from underneath. Uuummmp, but he would like to get his
cock into her, if for no other reason than to teach that ungrateful wife of his a lesson she would never
forget.

"This is like something out of a "B" movie," Deepa said, taking another sip on her drink. "I wouldn't be the
least bit surprised if you told me that your wife doesn't understand you."

"Maybe you wouldn't," Ankush laughed. "But the truth is, I don't think she understands herself: I don't
know what happened to her over the months, but suddenly she's become a cold sexless bitch."

He stopped himself after that, feeling a little flushed in the face. After all, he was talking to a near
stranger, and it really wasn't any of her business what his private life was like. Damn that Rita, he thought
quickly. She's got my mind so fucked up I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

Deepa sensed what was happening with Ankush, and she could tell that it was time to really press the
advantage she had over him ... the advantage of knowing what she wanted, while making him believe
that she was just something of a friend.

"Listen," she said, finishing her drink in one gulp. "Sitting here is really silly. There is no reason why we
should be doing it. You said that you and Rita wanted to come over to the house. Why don't you beat
her to it? Believe me, I know these things. Raj and I have gone through them before. Things will work
out. It just takes a little time, that's all. I'm sure that once you go back home, she'll be more in touch with
herself."

Ankush regarded her for a moment. God, she was asking him to go over to her place. What the fuck was
she ...?

Then it, dawned on him that Raj would probably be there. Hell ... what the fuck could happen with her
husband around? Ankush thought about meeting these new friends of his, and the idea appealed to him.
Besides, it would give him a little more time to look at Deepa's lovely body ... something that could make
this whole fucking evening really worth the torment Rita had put him through.

He finished his drink as well and set it down hard on the bar. "I like that idea," he said. "Maybe you're
right about Rita. And I know I'm in no condition to be with her now ... not with her being as hysterical as
she was."

"Fine. You know where I live. I'll follow you ... you follow me ... I'm sure Raj would like to meet you."

Ankush dropped a five dollar bill onto the bar and walked out behind the lovely woman, delighting in the
way her hips swayed back and forth.

Behind the bar, the tender rubbed a glass clean, shaking his head as though he couldn't figure out what
the trick was going on. A classy woman like that taking another man home to meet her husband? That
didn't make any sense at all. Still, she acted as though she knew what she was doing. He sighed and
brought another round of beer to the men at the table, his only other customers.



* * *





At his home, Raj Narang finished the drink he had mixed for himself while Deepa had been looking out the
window. According to the phone call Deepa had given him, she was going to bring that superjock to his
house. He gave her enough time to get everything squared away, and then wrote a little note. It was
more for Ankush's benefit than for Deepa's. The college super-star would never believe her if she merely
told him that he would be away, but him seeing the note would set his mind at ease.

Then he slipped into his own coat and ran through several things in his mind, trying to think of what
excuse he could give to Rita for stopping in and seeing her. Deciding on the old friendly neighbor bit, he
locked his door and walked the short distance to the Kapoor house. His timing had been perfect, though
he couldn't have expected less. As he pressed the doorbell, he could see a double set of headlights
coming down the street, slowly because of the ice.

Rita opened the door, looking at Raj as though he were a door-to-door salesman.

"Yes?" she said in a sort of tired voice.

"Good evening, Mrs. Kapoor," Raj said, looking around to see that the two cars were getting closer to
his house. "My name is Raj Narang. I live a couple of doors down, and I thought I would be a good
neighbor and say hello."

He could see that Rita was upset over something, probably the very thing that had caused Ankush to run
out of the house like he had, and Raj thought that she might not want to be with anyone. That would be
really bad. Already he could feel his cock starting to spasm, and to have it not taken care of by the
lovely woman ...

"Please ... come in," Rita said formally as she stepped to one side, holding the door open. Raj walked
past her, inwardly gloating. Both he and Deepa had connected! Now all that remained was for he and his
wife to make the best use of their talents.

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Good start