[Ramesh_Rocky]

part17



The next two weeks of August went by quickly, uneventfully. Marianne and I spoke at least every other day. Sometimes we had brief, routine phone calls; at other times I went home for dinner, or she came to my apartment, and we continued our painful conversations. We also resumed our habit of running together in the mornings. I would drive over two or three times a week, we'd run together, then shower (one at time) and have breakfast together. It was pleasant, and we found we were able to talk about routine things—mostly the kids, and our work—without stirring up unhappy emotions.

She mentioned in passing that her therapy was helping her a lot, but she didn't seem ready to tell me the details, so I didn't press her. Without much discussion of it, she assumed that I was still seeing Carrie regularly, and I let her continue to believe that. In fact, I thought often of Kristin. Once in a great while I imagined a long-term relationship with her. More often, realizing that that was simply a fantasy, I just allowed myself to relive and enjoy our time together. She had done so much to start me healing, and I hoped I had helped her even half as much.

Without a word to Marianne, I continued to check the recorders in the house every couple of days. There was never anything that worried me, just routine calls about work or to family members. Someday I hoped I could take the recorders out, but I wasn't ready to do that yet.

On the last Wednesday in August, I asked Marianne if we could have a talk after our morning run the next day—did she need to rush into work? She said no, and we both left the morning open.

When we'd both showered and were sitting over our eggs and coffee, I said, "Marianne, we've got to pick up the kids on Sunday, so I'd like to talk about living arrangements." She nodded at me to continue, looking serious.

"Here's what I'm thinking," I went on. "I'd like to move back home, for several reasons. But I want to make clear to you what that step means for me, and what it doesn't. And I want to give you a chance to tell me your feelings too."

She gave me a cautious but excited smile. "Tom, I'll be ... I'll be so very glad when you're back home."

I went ahead. "I don't want to be away from the kids, sitting alone in an apartment and wondering why I'm not with them. Also, I don't want to scare them unnecessarily. If you and I end up divorcing, they'll have to face that—but in the meantime I'd like to act as if things are okay between us."

"But my moving back in doesn't mean that things are all fine now, as you must know too. We haven't made love since ... I found out, and I'm not ready to sleep with you in our bedroom." She looked stricken, but just nodded.

"So I thought I'd move their Nintendo stuff to the living room and put my computer and work things into the guestroom. There's already the single bed in there. I can tell them that my work schedule has changed, that I have a lot of projects I need to work on late at night, and that I would be sleeping in the guest room a lot so I won't bother you."

She nodded again. "That seems OK, Tom. I think they'll believe that without thinking about it too much."

"All right. I'll move my things back in over the next couple of days, so the house will be all set before Sunday." I enjoyed seeing that Marianne continued to smile at me. Then her smile suddenly faltered. "Tom, what does this ... what does your moving back home mean about ... you and Carrie?"

"I'm still seeing her, Marianne. But I would never bring her here. She and I will just arrange to see one another during the day from time to time." Again, I wondered about the wisdom of extending my fictional affair, and whether it was time to tell Marianne the truth.

There's no blueprint for how to be a husband whose wife has cheated—just like there's no blueprint for how to be a good husband, or a good father. You just have to try your best, each moment, to do what seems like the best thing to do. And for now it seemed like the best thing to continue my "affair" with Carrie. I would find the right time to tell Marianne the whole story.

**********

Our trip up to camp to get the kids was pleasant, and our reunion with them was very emotional. We had both missed them like crazy—probably more than they had missed us—and the threat that our marriage was under surely made us even more glad just to see them both, hug them, and hear their stories about sailing and new friends and overnight camping trips.

After we got back home and unloaded their stuff, they raced into the guest room, looking for their video games. I followed, and very casually explained about my new work schedule, and that the Nintendo was now in the living room. Without the slightest hesitation, they headed back down the hall. This new arrangement wasn't going to bother them any!

Our first few weeks of the new college year were sweet. Marianne and I reveled in the pleasure of being a family again. Not only had we missed the kids, but our roles as father and mother were much less affected by her affair than those of husband and wife. It was easy and natural to be parents together much as we had before, without constantly tripping over gaping emotional wounds.

But our life as a couple was still hard. Though routine activities were often very pleasant, anything that had to do with emotional or sexual intimacy felt like a mine-field. The slightest false step would bring the pain right to the surface. Even if Marianne cooked a specially nice meal, or dressed in an outfit I loved, or seemed extra-considerate, I wondered if her actions were about pleasing and loving me, or just about trying to make up for her guilt.

One day Marianne grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth to kiss the back of it, as she had done so many times in the past. All I could do was wince, recalling how she had done that the day of our trip to Forbes Lake—the day I'd confronted her about the thong panties and she'd lied to my face.

It seemed that there were dozens of those painful moments, and that time wasn't doing much to make them fewer or easier to take. I decided to have a conversation with Marianne that I'd been thinking about for quite a while.

**********

I picked a Sunday when both the kids would be gone for the day with friends, and I asked Marianne if we could take a picnic up to Forbes Lake for the afternoon. She looked at me in surprise—we hadn't been there all summer, since the first day I knew of her affair. She must have realized right away I had something serious in mind.

"OK, Tom," she said hesitantly. She saw me smile, and I said, "I thought it would be a good place for a talk." This made her even more nervous, but she agreed to go.

When we got to the lake we spread out our blanket and had our lunch, talking about nothing much. Marianne was waiting for some kind of bomb to drop, and she was clearly uneasy. Finally she said, "I know something big is coming, Tom. Can you just tell me? This is too hard, the waiting."

"Okay," I said. "Here it is. Ever since I found out about your affair, I've been angry that our marriage as I knew and loved it was gone forever. I wanted it back—the easy trust we had with one another, the intimacy of being one another's only lovers—but I knew I could never have it back."

"Well, I'm not done grieving, but I have accepted the fact that that marriage is dead. The marriage that you and I used to have is dead. Our only choices now are to have a different marriage, or to have no marriage at all."

She looked at me very seriously. She could tell this wasn't a "goodbye, I'm leaving" speech, but she didn't know yet where I was headed.

"It's almost like it was when my mother died, Marianne, back when I was in college. I cried, I grieved, I wanted her back. I wanted my life to be what it was before she got sick. But of course that couldn't happen. And eventually I found ways to have a life that was still full of happiness—but a life without her."

"Our old marriage is dead in just the same way. I cannot look at you and see the faithful wife I had for sixteen years, the woman who has never lied to me about anything. And you cannot look at me and see a man who has been faithful to you, either." I thought of Kristin, knowing at the same time that Marianne was thinking about Carrie.

"I want us to be together. I want to be married to you. I want to make love with you again. But it's going to be different, and probably painful at first. When we make love, we won't have the joy of sharing an intimacy that has only been for each other. The other people we've been close to, and had sex with, are going to be there in the room with us."

"When I kiss you or touch you, when I'm inside you, I'm going to hear the words and sounds you made with Eddie, and see in my mind the things I know you did with him. That's no fun, but that's the reality. And I know you will face some of that too." I looked away from her, gazing out over the lake.

"But the only way forward that I can see is to make love anyway—and to be married anyway. We'll either succeed in our new marriage or we won't. But our old marriage is gone. It's as dead as my mother."

There was silence. Marianne had tears on her face. I imagine part of what she was feeling was "yes, our old marriage is dead, and I'm the one who killed it". I hadn't said that, but it was clear to both of us.

"Tom, I know that you're right. Dr. Brenner and I have talked about this same issue, though not in the same words. It feels desperately hard to let go of that 'old marriage', as you put it—especially knowing that I'm the cause of our losing it." She mopped her tears.

"I guess I've still been clinging to hopes—fantasies really—that somehow or someday we could get that trust back. But I see that you're right. What do you want me to do?"

I looked at her, with a little smile. "Three things for us both to do, I think. The first is that we should stop pretending. I think we both dance around all the sensitive subjects, all the painful moments, in the hope that if we don't notice them they'll disappear, but it doesn't work. When you grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it the other day, as you sometimes used to do, it reminded me that you did it our last time here at the lake—the day I knew about your affair. And it hurt like crazy!"

I saw her look of surprise and sorrow, then she nodded her head. I went on. "But we're just going to have to deal with that. I suppose I'll have to simply say, 'I remember the last time you did that—it was at Forbes Lake, in July.' And then we'll both know. And something will change—maybe you'll give up that gesture and find a different one. Or you'll do that same old gesture with a particular look towards me that says, 'yes, we both know why this gesture hurts, but it also conveys my love to you, and we both understand why I'm doing it anyway'."

Marianne nodded, and then asked, "what are the other two things, Tom?"

"One of them is that I want us to make love again. I'm afraid it will be weird, even awful perhaps at first, though I hope not. But I want us to start."

She smiled at me almost shyly, and said "I really want that too. I miss being with you that way—very much!"

"And the last thing is that I want us to go away for a week—maybe in October? We can ask your parents to stay in the house and be with the kids. They always love to do that. I'd like us to go somewhere nice, warm, with a beach, and somewhere we've never been before."

"And I want you to buy some new clothes. New clothes to wear during the day and for the evening, some new swimsuits, and especially new nighties and lingerie. I don't want to be reminded of previous vacations. Let's try to make some nice new memories."

"I love the idea, Tom!" Marianne's wet eyes were shining, now with happiness. "I feel like you're offering me more than I deserve—a lot more, and I'm not going to turn it down! Let me check at the office about everyone's schedule, and we can pick the week right away. I certainly won't refuse the chance for some shopping, either!"

Then she looked at me more seriously, and said, "but you haven't said anything in all this about your anger, honey. We both know you're still angry—there are moments when it almost rolls off you, like a wave. It's frightening."

"Yes, you're right. I still have those moments, and I probably will for a long time—though I think they're getting less frequent. There is actually one more small thing I need to say, Marianne."

I looked right at her. "You may feel this is totally unnecessary, but I need to say it for ME, if not for you. I'm struggling to learn to trust you again. In the best set of circumstances, it will take awhile. But if you ever betray my trust again, even once—if you ever cheat on me again, or lie to me—we are done." I began to tremble a little, feeling my rage surge inside me. "I'll be out the door without a word, and I won't be back to give you a chance to explain things to me."

"People say 'once a cheater, always a cheater'. I don't know if that's true. I hope it's not true of you. But if it is ... well, I hope I've made clear how I feel about that."

I sat still a moment, letting the anger recede again, and I sighed. Then I said, "I just needed to say that to you. Sorry."

Marianne slid over to me, slowly, and took my hand, watching my face to make sure that was all right with me. Then she said, "I owe you complete honesty and faithfulness. And I failed you once—big time. But I will NOT make that mistake again, if you stay with me. And I will do whatever I can, whatever you ask, to earn back your trust in me."

"You don't have to say 'sorry' to me, Tom. All you are really asking for is what you should have had from me all along."

We sat there for another few minutes, quietly, Marianne holding my hand. Then I said to her, "I was thinking about swimming across the lake and back. But if we got in the car and went home now, we'd have a couple of hours of privacy before the kids got home."

Marianne smiled and said, "I vote for the privacy!"

**********

Making love with Marianne, that Sunday afternoon in September in our bedroom, was both wonderful and strange. We did everything very slowly, very consciously, as if saying to each other, "yes, we remember what has happened, the infidelity, the specter of other lovers in the room, but we're going to enjoy this anyway".

We both seemed to feel that we shouldn't rush, so our foreplay lasted a long time. There were many painful moments for me—images of Marianne and Eddie were there in my mind, and I had to see past them, not ignore them. The worst for me was when she lay open for me, smiling and aroused, on her back, and I was poised above her to enter her. She had been like this with him, open, excited, smiling, eager for him to fuck her.

It took my breath away, and I hesitated for a moment. Marianne's smile slipped, as she saw my unhappiness. But I had no choice but to go on—this is my new marriage, I said to myself. I tried to smile back, and then we both sighed with the pleasure as I slid inside her hot wetness. She was very ready, and it felt good.

Our coupling was as slow as our foreplay. I wanted to be conscious of every moment and every feeling. I kept changing my pace and depth, moving my hips in different ways, speeding up and slowing down. All the time we looked at each other, trying I think to reassure each other: "yes, this is YOU I'm here with, this is YOU I want to be doing this with!".

Finally I let more of my weight down on Marianne, burying my face in her neck, and stroked more rapidly and forcefully, allowing the pleasure and the mounting need for a release to take me over. I felt her hands clutching my shoulders, heard her rhythmic gasps with each stroke, and I came into her with a shudder.

After a minute I slid off her, to one side, and we lay on our sides, holding one another and looking at each other. No smiling now—the moment felt very serious. This had been about as far from our playful, carefree love-making of the old days as anything could possibly be. It felt much more like a ritual, some rite of passage that contained its share of pain. If that sounds mystical, so be it—that's how it felt.

Not smiling, Marianne put one hand on my cheek and said, "thank you, Tom. I love you very much." "I love you too," I said. Then we held one another, and we both cried.

**********

The weekend after we first made love again, we had Steve and Andrea over for a Saturday cookout. It was the first time the four of us had been together since I found out about Marianne's affair. I'd seen Steve and Andrea several times, and Marianne once or twice; but I think she had felt too ashamed to relish the idea of us all socializing again.

And it was tense, for the first few minutes. I think we all understood that the ground rules were "no talking about Tom and Marianne's marriage". So we talked about trivial things at first, until our sense of pleasure in one another's company took over. These were two of our favorite people. They'd known us a long time, and cared for both of us. They were funny and smart. We laughed a lot and had a good time. I even noticed that Steve was developing a fondness for Ringnes, my new favorite beer!

At one point the women went inside to see to dessert and Steve said to me quietly, "things seem better, Tom." I nodded. "A long way to go, but we're making progress. Let me thank you and Andrea again, Steve, for the umpteenth time. You guys have been terrific. You've been there for me, true friends, but without cutting Marianne out of the picture. Thank you so much."

He looked a little embarrassed at my sentiment, and joking said, "like they say, 'What are Friends For'?"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part18


Over the next few weeks we gradually returned to regular sex. It wasn't that great, to tell the truth. We were still both very serious, careful, as self-conscious as two people doing a love-making instructional video. We gave each other pleasure, we had orgasms, we enjoyed it—but we didn't come close to finding the uninhibited joy we had once taken in each other.

Partly there must have been images of Carrie in Marianne's mind, but most of all I think Marianne and I were both afraid of the same thing: my anger. It was in bed that my rage about her affair was most acute; and though I never acted on those feelings they were often present. If she took my cock in her mouth, I heard her saying to Eddie "God, it's so big, and so hard, and so beautiful! Let me suck on it", and my fists clenched.

If I was going down on her, enjoying her groans and her hip motions as she urged me onward, I heard her saying "Oh, Eddie, nobody does me like you do!"

If I slid into her, in the missionary position or from behind, my favorite, I could hear her eagerly say to him "I want your beautiful dick inside me." And I had to endure it, I had to carry on. Because the alternative was to yank my own dick out of her and stalk out of the room.

One night after we had made love I was lying on my back, propped up against the pillows, staring out at nothing. Marianne looked at me and said, "Tom. I am so very sorry for the things you heard me say to Eddie. I can apologize for the rest of my life, and I know it will never be enough. But YOU are the best lover I have ever had. It's YOUR arms I want around me, your body I want next to mine, and your beautiful penis I want inside me. I am just so, so sorry...."

She stopped talking, and snuggled up against me. I held her, stroking her back. Some things just can't be dealt with in words.

**********

In mid-October Marianne and I took our weeklong trip, to St. Thomas in the Caribbean. She had bought a lot of new clothes. I hoped that the new things included some new lingerie, because I loved the sight of her in slinky or transparent or just too-short nightwear; but she kept her new purchases safely hidden until we got to the island

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part19


I had kept up the routine of checking the recording devices in the house at least twice a week. They were mostly filled now with the sounds of the kids, but there were occasional calls to or from Marianne, and I listened to these carefully, with perfect attention. At first I almost held my breath, not knowing what I might hear. But as the weeks went by it was easier and easier to relax, and I never did hear anything that worried me.

I also checked her purse and her car a couple of times when she wasn't around, to see if a throwaway cell phone had reappeared, but in vain. And the calls on her regular cell phone, which I could check in the monthly bill, were all routine.

Did these things mean that Marianne wasn't cheating on me again? No. But a lack of evidence was certainly better than the opposite! And she knew very well what was at stake. If, despite all that had happened, she was unwilling or unable to be faithful to me, our marriage would be over.

On the plane down to St. Thomas we were feeling close and romantic, and I decided to give her a "gift" when we got there, something I'd been thinking about for awhile. We checked in, changed and immediately went to dinner, at a gorgeous restaurant on an open-air balcony overlooking the Caribbean. Marianne looked stunning, in a new silk pants outfit that had not only me but every other man in the place directing his attention at her.

During dinner I took great pleasure in just looking at her. Her beautiful eyes, full of sparkle, the shine of her hair, her lovely arms, the graceful way she moved. All of it felt like a miracle to me. Being away from home was obviously making it easier for me to appreciate her.

As we waited for dessert to be cleared and the check to come, I said, "there's something I'd like to tell you. I think you'll think it's good news."

She smiled broadly and said, "I always like good news! What is it?"

Smiling back at her I said, "I've stopped seeing Carrie."

Her face went through a marvelous series of expressions, all lasting just a moment. Surprise, pleasure, concern, wary optimism. "I think that's great news, Tom! Can you ... can you tell me a little more?"

"I realized it was time to stop. You and I are trying to have a 'new marriage', and you have every right to expect my total commitment to it, just as I expect yours. And, of course, there's the other thing. You know that Eddie is still in my mind, when we're in bed. And Carrie is surely in your mind. At least now that can be in the past tense."

Marianne didn't yet look completely convinced. "And how is ... how does she feel about it?"

"Carrie knew all along what my situation was, and I've been honest with her. To tell the truth, she may feel relieved. There's a guy she's very interested in who she thinks is going to ask her out, but she didn't know quite how to handle that while she was seeing me. This will make things simpler for her."

"And one more thing, Marianne. Just so you know: when I say it's over with her, I mean completely over. Permanently. I'm not going to see her again, and you can trust me on that."

This time the smile stayed firmly on her face, growing broader as she regarded me.

"Thank you for telling me that, Tom. Listen—are you put off by crude behavior in an elegant place?"

I could tell from her tone that she was kidding, so I just said, "not at all. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, this restaurant and the setting are so lovely. I hope you wouldn't mind if I just leaned over the table and –"

She leaned over, putting her face inches from mine, and said softly, "I'd like to take you back to the room and fuck your brains out!"

I sat back, laughing. "That WAS crude! But I believe that I'm prepared to let you off with a warning this time—as long as you follow through..."

We quickly paid the check and hurried out.

**********

The week in St. Thomas was great, and the sex was mostly great too. The end of my 'affair' with Carrie surely helped, but I think the main things were just being away, and being alone.

Kids take a lot of energy out of married couples—not that there aren't rewards! But all day in St. Thomas we had only one another to think about. And we were far from any place that reminded us of the troubled recent past. It was still with us, but much less present and much less important.

We made love nearly every day, and a couple of times twice. That seemed pretty good for a couple both about 40. It was always pleasurable, and twice we got really wild with each other (I'm sure the tropical weather and the alcohol consumption helped a bit too). Even more than enjoying those two unrestrained sex sessions for themselves, I was happy and relieved that we'd been able to achieve that level of freedom with one another again.

I also loved it that Marianne took the initiative in sex a few times, like that first evening after dinner, when she was all over me. Knowing that some of the time we were having sex because SHE really wanted to (though of course I did too) was a turn-on for me.

When we flew home we were more tan, more relaxed, more happy, and certainly more optimistic about our marriage. Marianne held my hand the whole flight, and when we were nearly there she asked quietly, "Tom? Do you think you're ready to move back into our bedroom? I would be so happy if you would!"

I nodded at her, smiling, and she kissed me excitedly, tears standing out on her cheeks.

**********

About two weeks after we got back I had another nightmare. I had had them occasionally ever since learning of Marianne's affair, sometimes twice a week, sometimes much less often. They were always about Marianne, and some were bad, some not so bad. This one was a killer.

In the dream I was lying behind Marianne in bed, caressing her breasts, kissing her neck, murmuring to her. She lay there happy and languid, her eyes closed, getting gradually more aroused, moaning quietly. My hands moved to her pussy, and as I stroked her clitoris she began moving her hips back against me. She lifted her top leg and my hard cock poked between her legs. Then she closed her leg against it, and I rubbed my cock back and forth across her pussy lips. My hands returned to her breasts, and I pinched her nipples. She got more and more excited, breathing more heavily, sliding her hips back and forth. Then she turned her head, her eyes still closed, and said, "now, Eddie! Put that beautiful thing inside me!"

When I pulled back from her in shock, she opened her eyes and looked at me. Startled to see it was me, she cried, "where's Eddie?" And Eddie suddenly appeared in the room, naked. He climbed onto the bed and entered her with a single thrust, making her cry out in pleasure. Soon they were fucking one another wildly, ignoring me as completely as if I weren't there.

For some reason I couldn't move. I just sat, frozen, two feet from them on the bed, unable to intervene. When I could finally move my arms I started to grab Eddie to pull him off her, but Marianne looked at me and said, "no, Tom, stop! I need Eddie to make me come!" Then she closed her eyes and went back to fucking him like crazy.

I heard a terrible groaning sound, like the roar of a wounded animal, and then I was being shaken. Marianne was shaking me awake, and I tried to come up out of the dream and look at her.

"Tom, are you all right? Was it a nightmare? I just looked at her, bewildered, covered in sweat, my fury and horror very slowly ebbing away. The clock said 3:25. I shook my head, trying to clear it. Finally I could speak, and I said, "sorry Marianne. That was a bad one. Give me a minute."

She went to the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth, which she used to gently wipe my face and the back of my neck. Then she fluffed up the pillows and had me lie back. I guess I was still breathing hard, and must have looked pretty out of it.

"Sorry," I said again. "Shh," replied Marianne. "It was just a dream. It's gone now, I'm here with you." I didn't want to tell her about it, and I figured she probably could guess the general theme in any case—I had told her about some of my previous nightmares. She lay with her arms on me, her head on my chest. After a few minutes I began to feel calmer, and we eventually drifted back to sleep.

**********

In mid-December we went to a big Christmas party given each year by our friends Alec and Diana. Alec was a former colleague of mine at work, and our kids were about the same ages as theirs, so we'd known them for years. It was a big party, 60-80 people. We saw Steve and Andrea, and chatted with them and with many other friends that we knew.

The party was formal—black tie for the men and evening gowns for the women. Marianne wore a black sheath dress with spaghetti straps, with a single aquamarine pendant and matching aquamarine earrings. Her hair was up in back, showing off her lovely neck. She looked fabulous. Obviously I'm not objective, but there wasn't a woman at the party who looked half as desirable.

For some of the evening we stayed together, talking and laughing with friends. But as the evening wore on we naturally split up, as conversations pulled us in different directions. There was a lot of drinking, and things got much looser. Several strategically hung pieces of mistletoe were being used by some of the men as a convenient excuse to kiss other people's wives, amidst general laughter. I saw a guy named Marty, whom Marianne and I knew casually, corner her beneath some mistletoe and give her a kiss and a full-body hug, his hands roaming over her, after which she pushed him away, laughing.

In previous years this party had sometimes gotten quite rowdy, with wild dancing and even couples pairing off (not with their own spouses) and making use of one of the many distant bedrooms in the large house. With this in mind, I had been trying to keep Marianne in sight as much as I could. But I got caught up in a political argument for a few minutes and lost sight of her.

I was just thinking I should look around for her when I heard a commotion in the living room, some raised voices, and then Marianne came running out of the living room and straight over to me, white-faced and shaken. "Tom, please, can we just go now?" she said in an urgent voice. I asked what was wrong, but she pulled me towards the front door without replying. Quickly I grabbed our host's hand, thanked him for the party, and we got our coats and left.

In the car I asked again what was wrong, but she just clung tightly to my arm and said, "it's all right now, Tom. Just take me home and I'll explain everything." She really did look upset.

When we got home and I had paid the baby sitter, I took her into the living room, got us both a small brandy, and sat close beside her on the sofa, holding her hand and stroking it gently. She swallowed some of the brandy, shivered, and then seemed to calm down a bit. Finally she began to speak.

"I was having a nice time, like we always do at Alec and Diana's. You know it starts to get pretty flirty after everyone has had a few, but it was no worse than usual. Then this guy I didn't know before, his name is Malcolm—I think he works with Diana—started really coming on to me. He had been talking and flirting with me earlier, but it was harmless, the usual lines about my dress, or the aquamarine sets off my eyes. You know—no big deal, and not hard to handle."

"But later he managed to separate me from the group we were talking with, and maneuver me into a corner of the living room. The flirting got way too serious. He was telling me I was the loveliest woman he'd ever seen, and my husband couldn't possibly appreciate me as much as he would. If I'd only give him a chance, he could show me pleasures I'd never dreamed of before. And he was stroking my shoulder, and standing way too close, talking into my ear. Then he had me by the arm, and was starting to steer me down the hall towards the bedrooms."

"I was terrified you'd come into the room, Tom, and get the wrong idea! I was frantic to get away from him. I couldn't get loose at first, and no one else noticed what was going on. So I yelled at him, "let me go! I am NOT going with you!" And then a bunch of people turned and stared at us, and he let go and I ran out of the room, with people trying to follow me or help me."

She sighed, calmer now, and I just hugged her tightly, stroking her hair. Finally I said, "I'm sorry honey. I wish I had been closer—I just got caught in the middle of an argument between Bill and Leonard, and you know what they're like once they get started."

Then I said, "were you afraid that he'd really ... drag you into a room and bang you? Or was it that you were afraid I'd see you two and misunderstand what was going on?"

"I don't think he would have bangd me, Tom. He was definitely coming on strong—but I've been in situations like that before, and a few firm "No"s would have done the job. With, if necessary, a spike heel firmly planted on top of his shoe."

"But I was very afraid of what you might see, and what you might think. I don't want you to have the slightest doubts about me—EVER—and I hated being in a position where you, or someone else, could have jumped to the wrong conclusion. Before I let that happen, I'll stop going to parties."

I smiled at her, and held her close, and planted soft kisses in her fragrant hair, humming into it—some stupid Christmas carol probably, I wasn't too original about music. Her story had made me happy, God knows why.

"I love you," I said, "and I'm sorry for what happened. You are a very beautiful woman, and tonight you look so incredible that the mystery to me is why any man at the party DIDN'T flirt with you."

"I don't think we need to stop going to parties. We are a long way from where we were last summer, and as long as you can handle the flirters I will be content to let you handle them. I'm not going to fly off the handle because some jerk gets a little excited—but I'm glad that you're thinking about my feelings."

She sighed and relaxed against me, obviously calmer now.

"Now," I said, getting up and pulling her gently to her feet, "would you consider letting me have an early Christmas present? I would like to take you upstairs and undress you, beginning with the earrings, and ending with whatever I might find under that beautiful dress!"

She laughed and kissed me, and said, "Merry Christmas, Tom!"

**********

Some time early in the New Year I realized that Marianne had changed noticeably, if gradually, in her behavior and attitude around me.

She had always been sensitive and generous—before the affair as well as after—but in the months since I learned about Eddie I was often aware of her tentativeness around me. She seemed very watchful, presumably concerned about my angry outbursts, but that wasn't all of it. I think that she was also full of guilt and self-reproach.

Many times when we were together she seemed to be looking for a way to make it up to me, to atone for what she had done. As silly as this will sound, it was like being served by an over-eager waiter. You just want to tell the guy to relax, bring my dinner, and then leave me alone—don't ask me every two minutes if everything is fine!

But now this was happening less and less. She seemed to have more faith that I wasn't about to head out the door if we had some small disagreement. Her smiles were just as warm as ever, but her eyes looked less worried, and she seemed less tense.

I was happy about this, of course. I didn't want to be married to "Mrs. I'm-so-sorry", and I couldn't have lived with her for long. The whole idea of our "new marriage" meant getting past apologies and atonement—in time—to a different version of married happiness. Maybe Marianne's new attitude meant that we were getting there.

**********

On a morning in late January Marianne came into the bedroom where I was putting on my running clothes. "Tom, how would you feel about our just taking a walk this morning, instead of running? I'd like to talk to you about some things."

Her demeanor was serious, and I said, "of course, Marianne. Let's both get bundled up, and we can go."

When we were outside walking, our breath steaming in the cold air, she said, "I've been learning a lot of things in my therapy with Dr. Brenner, and it just started to feel like time to tell you about some of it."

"I want you to know, Tom, that none of this is about my making excuses. Cheating on you was wrong, and I did it, and I hate that I did it. But I'm beginning to understand better why I did it."

"Okay, Marianne," was all I said—I didn't want to interrupt her.

"Well," she said, "I'm sure you'll be shocked to hear that a lot of it has to do with my parents." She rolled her eyes. "Such a cliché, right? It's always about the parents. But it really seems to be true in my case."

Of course, I already knew a fair amount about Marianne's parents. For years they'd had a terrible marriage. Her father was a big-time philanderer, almost never without a mistress or a series of one-night stands. At one point he even moved out of the house and into an apartment with a girlfriend. When that relationship ended after a few months, he moved back home, without apology.

Marianne's mother, and Marianne herself, were both badly hurt by his infidelities and his lack of concern for their feelings. I never understood how or why her mother put up with it, rather than throwing the bastard out on his ear.

Interestingly, in later years the relationship changed. As he grew older her father settled down, stopped chasing skirts, and became a more loving and reliable husband. That was all after Marianne was out of their house, but in the years since then the marriage had gotten much stronger, and now the two of them were wonderful grandparents to our children.

"I've been talking a lot with Dr. Brenner about my parent's marriage, and about my dad's screwing around. As with every kid, the one marriage I knew a lot about was my parent's marriage, so for better or worse it was my idea of what a marriage was."

"I can see now that, as much as I adored and trusted you, Tom, at some level I expected to be hurt and cheated on just as my mother had been. I was afraid of giving our life together my total, absolute commitment—because it would have hurt so deeply if you had betrayed that in any way."

"Of course you never did! You have never been anything like the jerk my father was when I was growing up. But that fear was always in my mind."

"Again, this is not an excuse! But it seems that my cheating was an expression of my own fear about totally committing myself to our relationship, and trusting you completely. Maybe the fact that it didn't happen sooner is just because I love you so much, and because you always made me feel that I could trust you. But my conviction that you would betray me, pull the rug out from under me in some way, was something I was always struggling with, though I wasn't really aware of it."

"There's one more crazy aspect to this I want to mention. Paradoxically, and though I never would have wanted it consciously, my behavior led to you also being unfaithful to me. So the thing that I feared most turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy. In my fear that you would betray my trust in you, I did something so horrible that in the end you did—even if it was in an aboveboard way, and even if it was totally my behavior that drove you to it."

She was serious, intent, striding fast as she told me all this. She and the therapist must have talked over these ideas many times, because they were quite clear in Marianne's mind, and she explained them so I understood right away.

But I didn't know how she would want me to respond, so we walked on in silence for a short time. Then she spoke again.

"You don't need to do anything in particular, Tom, or even say anything. My coming to understand these things has really helped me. I've been calmer, less unhappy. Maybe a little less racked by guilt all the time.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

last part



"I had actually noticed some of that," I said. "I don't know when it started, maybe a few weeks ago, but you have seemed more relaxed when we're together—it's been great." I smiled at her. "I'm glad that the therapy is helping, Marianne. What you say about your parent's marriage certainly makes sense to me. It makes me wish I had known about your feelings, so I could have looked into your eyes and said, 'You can trust me Marianne—I'm not your dad'. But I know it doesn't work that way."

She squeezed my arm. "No—I wish it did. Instead we had to go through all this ... all this SHIT for me to start to understand it."

Suddenly she stopped walking, and looked intently into my eyes. "I am so very sorry, Tom," she said seriously.

"I know, Marianne," I replied, with equal seriousness. After a long moment I smiled at her, and we continued our walk in the cold.

**********

Sometime in March, as the dreary winter weather dragged on, I began to feel uneasy. I still don't know what set me off, whether something actually happened or I caught the suspicion virus out of the air—but I began to worry about Marianne's fidelity.

We had been doing well, I thought. I certainly had been feeling better about our marriage, and she seemed very happy at our greater closeness. Her therapy was continuing to help her. So what vague instinct was it that started me worrying?

I'd been checking the hidden recorders in the house twice a week, more or less. Now I checked them every other day. I put a recording device back into the spare-tire compartment of Marianne's car, with a listening device hidden under the front seat and another one in her purse. I checked those every day.

I began listening more carefully when she described her activities at work each day, trying to pick out inconsistencies. I called her at the office occasionally, and if she wasn't in I made sure to ask casually at dinner that night what she'd been out doing when I called.

On two days, when she'd told me ahead of time she had various business errands outside the office to do, I'd actually parked down the street from her office parking lot and trailed her car around town for several hours.

The result of all this renewed suspicion, worry, and investigation was exactly zero. There was not a hint of any inappropriate behavior on my wife's part. However, as a professor of mine in college liked to say, "Absence of Evidence is not Evidence of Absence".

I knew, after all, that Marianne had cheated on me with Eddie for eight months without my catching on. I was much more suspicious now—but that didn't mean she wasn't being much more careful!

After about three weeks of this I felt depressed and frustrated. I'd found just what I'd hoped to find—nothing—but it seemed to be making me feel worse rather than better. I didn't want to talk to Marianne about this, so I dragged Steve out for a long lunch one day and told him what I'd been up to.

Bless his heart, Steve didn't laugh at me. He listened carefully, looking serious, and he didn't make light of my fears.

"I know this can't be any fun, Tom, but it is good news that you haven't found anything. Andrea just saw Marianne the other day, and she told me that Marianne just went on and on about how well the two of you are doing. She said Marianne seemed happier than she's been for a long time."

"I know this is somewhat irrational, Steve. I haven't got a single shred of anything to base my worries on. But I keep remembering what a fool I was the first time. Marianne is smart as hell!"

"Tom, I'm your friend, and I honestly don't know what to tell you. I guess it makes sense to continue being watchful, but I'm sorry that your suspicions are making you so crazy. Is there anything I can do?"

I sighed. "I guess just listen to me rant every once in a while. I'm going to have to live through this phase one way or another."

My hypervigilance lasted another week or so, then it gradually receded, like a low-grade fever returning to normal. I went back to checking the recorders less frequently, I stopped asking Marianne leading questions—in short I relaxed. My worries didn't ever disappear, but they became bearable again.

**********

As the summer approached, Marianne began talking about what we might do once the kids went off to camp again. "Tom, how would you feel about a vacation we've never done before? Hiking in the Rockies, or up in Canada somewhere? Maybe staying in a national park?"

I liked the idea, among other reasons because I was still eager for us to do new things, things that had no possible sting of memories from the pre-adultery days of our marriage.

We went ahead and booked a cabin on Ross Lake in the North Cascades National Park, in Washington, and spent some happy hours reading guide books and looking on-line to learn more about what we'd be seeing.

The day after we dropped the kids off at camp, we were flying out to Seattle, where we rented a car and headed for the park. We found a rustic two-room cabin with an indescribable view, nestled in the woods overlooking the lake with brilliantly white snow-capped mountains in the distance beyond.

Every day of that week we found something new to delight us. Making love didn't get neglected, but there were so many outdoor activities beckoning to us that some days we came home too exhausted (but happy) to do more than snuggle together in the past-its-prime queen-size bed. We hiked, we rented a canoe and explored the lake, we sunbathed, we hiked some more, we cooked steaks over a campsite fire we made ourselves—and we relaxed, reading together for hours or just lying in the sun.

One day I got adventurous, and I talked Marianne into letting me screw her partway up a tree, deep in the empty woods. The tree stood in a tiny glade, with branches arranged up its trunk almost like the steps of a ladder. I persuaded Marianne, giggling like mad, to strip off her shorts and perch on a sturdy branch about 10 feet off the ground. Then I stood in front of her, naked from the waist down, on a branch about three feet lower, bringing my excited cock to just the right height.

We had to hold each other tightly around the shoulders to keep from tumbling to the ground, and it wasn't all that comfortable, but it was a lot of fun. The position was too awkward for wild orgasms, but we took our time and enjoyed the "outdoorsness" of it, feeling the breeze cooling our naked parts as we went at it. Towards the end our fucking made the branches we were on sway unnervingly, adding to the danger level of the adventure.

"Well, that will be a story to tell when we get back," I said with a smile after we were finished, and were clinging to each other tiredly.

"To whom?" she replied, "the children?" We both laughed. "Who are we going to tell about this?"

"Well, at least Steve and Andrea," I said. "Didn't they make it once in a Sunfish in the middle of a lake in New Hampshire? This is at least as good a story as that one. Wait, Marianne! Don't climb down yet—I want a picture of you, bare-ass up in that tree."

She laughed, and quickly yanked up her shorts before I could snap the photo. What I got instead was a shot of a lovely woman, more-or-less dressed, standing on a tree branch, smiling broadly at the camera and extending the middle finger of her right hand.

**********

On the morning of our next-to-last day, I slipped out of bed very early, pulled on some sweats, and went outside to enjoy the cool air and the subdued light just after dawn. I sat on the porch, looked at the lake, and thought about what I wanted to say to Marianne.

I had planned for weeks that this trip would be the time to tell her the truth about Carrie—that there was no Carrie, and no lengthy affair, just a brief two-night stand with a young woman at a conference the previous summer.

I had thought over and over about how to raise this ticklish subject, how to tell Marianne that I had deceived her by NOT having an affair. "Honey," I thought I'd begin, "I have something important to tell you. It's actually good news, but it may not sound that way right at first. In fact you may be angry with me—you may feel I've betrayed you—but when you think about it I hope you'll agree with me that it's a good thing."

I imagined her face when I told her—utter shock, confusion, and then perhaps rising anger. Maybe she'd tell me off, then stomp away to be by herself for awhile. After an hour or two, she'd return, ready to complain good-naturedly to me for deceiving her and thank me for not having avenged her affair with one of my own.

But what if it didn't go quite that way? As I sat there in the early morning light, my plan to confess the truth seemed less and less like a good idea. I could also imagine a much more furious reaction: "you mean you made me suffer for weeks—for MONTHS—with images of you and that voluptuous woman, snuggling together in your apartment, having wild acrobatic sex that I could never compete with—and it was all made-up bullshit? You bastard! What kind of fucking sadistic thing is that to do to someone you say you love?"

"All those months," I could hear Marianne continuing, "when I was suffering about you and Carrie, and reminding myself that it was my own fault, I'd brought it on myself, you were probably just chuckling to yourself about how easy it was to turn the tables on me! You insensitive, vengeful PRICK! And after all that, you still have the nerve not to trust ME? Well, fuck you, husband! All you've told me today is that I can't trust YOU!"

And then she'd stomp off into the woods; but when she came back there might be hours, or even days, of angry silence.

No one wants to be played for a fool. I had learned that, in spades, when I was first shattered by the knowledge of Marianne's adultery. Since that time we had made our way back from the brink, from the possible end of our marriage. We had done it slowly, painfully, with a lot of hard work. Why would I want to jeopardize that now by confessing to a lie that had undoubtedly done more good than harm?

Life was messy, and unpredictable. The symmetry of Marianne's long-term affair and my fictitious long-term affair had not been planned. On the contrary, I invented Carrie as a way to get Marianne to understand the pain I was in, in the wake of learning about her and Eddie. It had served its purpose. It had hurt Marianne a lot, I knew, but it had also helped restore some degree of balance to our relationship. I even think that my 'affair' helped Marianne begin to forgive herself for what she had done, faster than would have been possible otherwise.

I could no longer see any reason for not letting my secret lie buried.

As I sat musing, the screen door squeaked, and a moment later I felt Marianne's arms encircling my neck, as she kissed the top of my head and murmured "good morning, sweetie!" into my hair.

I reached back and pulled her around and onto my lap, where she snuggled her head into my neck. We rocked back and forth for a few minutes, enjoying the quiet and the feel of one another.

"Is today the day?" she asked me.

I looked at her in surprise. "For what?"

Looking directly at me, she said, "for whatever it is you're planning to talk to me about." Amused by my look of total shock—my mouth must have actually fallen open—she continued, "I know you pretty well, Tom. You've been more and more thoughtful, even abstracted, the last couple of days. You're working something out in your mind, and I figure that either today or tomorrow you'll be ready to tell me about it."

I just laughed, shaking my head at the sensitivity and intuitiveness of my wife, things I had appreciated for years but that had disappeared for a while at the end of her affair.

"You are something, you know that? And yes, I do have something to say, and this is the moment. Let's go down and stand by the lake."

Arm in arm, smiling together, we ambled down the path to the water's edge.

I turned her to face me, and we stood a foot apart, holding one another's hands, looking into one another's eyes.

"This is what I have to say, Marianne. This past year has been the hardest one of our marriage. But here we are—still standing. Next year is going to be much better, and the year after that, better still."

"We've gone through a hell of a lot together—and I want to be married to you for the rest of my life."

I stopped talking. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she couldn't speak. Instead, we embraced. She gave her body completely to me, stretching her arms up over my shoulders and letting her hands dangle behind me, the embrace that meant "I am utterly open to you, I am totally yours". It was a gesture from our past together, one that I treasured.

My own eyes were suddenly full of tears, and she saw them after a minute when she pulled back a little and gazed at me.

"I love you, Thomas Card," she said.

"And I love you, Mrs. Card," I replied.

(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Confession Of A Pregnant Woman



About five months ago my husband and I shared a cabin with my sister and her husband for a week.

On the first night we were there we all got very drunk and started playing strip poker. This was unusual since we are normally pretty conservative, but we were having such a good time we just said, "Why not."
It took a some time but we all got down to just our underwear and my brother in law actually ended up
losing the last hand and had to get naked, exposing his wonderfully big cock for all to see.

I had always been a little curious about it since my husband is only average size and from talking to my
sister I knew it must be bigger. My brother in law has always had a reputation as a ladies man and has even
tried to flirt with me on several occasions. I know he saw me staring at his penis, which made me
turn red and also saw him ogling my breasts, which are somewhat bigger than my sisters. We giggled and talked about it for a while as it was all completely innocent, and then retired to our separate bedrooms to be with our own spouses.

Well my husband needs about half a beer to get drunk and he fell asleep within a few minutes after retiring
much to my disappointment. I was horny from all the sex talked we'd been doing while playing strip poker and because of my brother-in-law's big cock, and was really annoyed that my husband had deserted me. I even tried to masturbate, without success. Finally I went to the kitchen for a snack, still in my
panties, and while I was bent over looking in the fridge my brother-in-law came up behind me and put his
cock right up against my ass. I jumped a foot, turned around to see naked. He put a finger to his lips and went, "shhhhhhhhh."



My eyes were drawn to his penis hanging there. And while I just stared at it he suddenly bent down and
kissed me on the lips. It must have been the alcohol because for some reason I responded and kissed him back not making a sound or thinking about the consequences of what I was doing. I was really surprised at myself for reacting this way because I've never considered being with anyone other than my husband, let alone my brother-in-law. As we stood there in the darkness with our tongues intertwined he reached up and started lightly caressing my naked breast. I moaned in delight and touched his penis in return, moving my hand along its length. At that point I never imagined anything more would come of it thinking what we were doing was still completely harmless.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled me along with him into the living room and pushed me down onto the sofa. Kneeling next to me I gasped as his hand ran across the shiny silk of my panties and tightly cupped my pussy.

'Oh, God,' I thought, 'I'm so hot!' His fingers slid up and down between the folds of my cunt and my hips began to undulate slightly. 'So good, so good, please don't stop, please, please!'

He reached under the waistband of my panties and found that I was very wet, he began rubbing my clit in
circles until I was gasping for more. I can't remember ever feeling so hot before and forbidden aspect of what was going on, knowing what we were doing was wrong made me even more excited. The fact that our spouses were just on the other side of the hall made me hornier than ever and I became lost in the sensations. Before I realized what was happening he'd moved between my legs, tugged my panties to one side, and had started pushing his now very hard big cock into me. When I realized he intended to fuck me right there and then I was shocked and began to protest and tried to push him off. I knew that this was going too far.

Unfortunately, I was very wet by then so when he pressed the big head of his monster against my slick
opening he just sunk into me easily with a quick thrust forward.

"Nooo!!" I tried to whisper in his ear, but I was pinned under him against the couch. I just couldn't
stop him and froze as he continued pushing and working himself in and out of me. Finally I felt his pubic bone grind firmly against mine and realized his big cock was completely buried inside me.

"Oh Laura -- I just want to feel myself inside you for a minute -- Oh god you feel so good! Oh yeah!" he
whispered into my ear as he started thrusting into me completely ignoring my protests.

At that point the feeling was just too good to stop him as immense pleasure flowed between my legs as I had my first orgasm. I was so turned on I couldn't protest any more. I was finally getting what my body needed. He was thrusting in and out of me and I realized I was responding and fucking him back by rocking my hips and pushing back up to meet each thrust. We fucked without a sound until we got into a rocking rhythm that I can only describe as incredible. It was a wonderful feeling to have such a large cock inside me for the first time. I came several more times within a few short few minutes from our first contact and the orgasms were just as intense as the first time.

I was dripping with perspiration beneath him almost unable to breathe. Eventually his thrusts quickened and
I knew he was going to cum. Then he grabbed my hips and his body stiffened, pushing firmly against my pubic bone for maximum penetration. I reached up grabbing his ass and closed my eyes.

Groaning softly, I felt his body shudder as he began ejaculating his sperm inside me. It actually startled
me when he let go because I could feel his penis pulse and then a strong spurt causing a pressure sensation
against my cervix. Only then did I think about the fact that my husband has always taken care of our birth control by wearing a condom. I have never had to even think about it. To make matters worse I was probably at the worst time in my cycle and realized I could easily get pregnant by our little affair. But it was too late.

I just froze, marveling at the feeling of what was happening inside of me. Each time he spasmed I could
feel him release another flood deep into my belly making my vagina immediately go slick with our mixed
fluids. It was indescribable. I couldn't believe there was so much of it. For a full thirty seconds I felt his pulses while he grunted, pumping his load into my womb before finally collapsing on top of me with his cock still buried deep inside me. As the waves subsided, I lay there in a dreamlike state feeling the heat of his sperm spreading out into the depths of my body. After a few more gentle thrusts he stopped, panting rapidly from the exertion. Finally he pulled his shrinking penis from me and it was over as
quickly as it had begun. We kissed lightly and each slipped quietly back to our rooms without a word.
As I carefully slipped back into bed next to my sleeping husband I immediately started feeling guilty
about what I had just done and also realized I now had a river of semen literally pouring from my open vagina into my panties, running down the inside of my thighs and puddling on the bed beneath my bottom.

My sister had mentioned to me when her husband ejaculates he squirts a big load making quite a mess to
clean up afterwards. And boy was she right. Now I could feel his wetness all over inside me and pouring from me as I lay there and realized I had millions of another man's sperm swimming inside my fertile tummy, perhaps already starting a new life there that should have been reserved for my husband.

My God, I'd just mated with my sister's husband at the peak of my cycle without protection, what had I been thinking! Even gravity in the position we were in bent over the couch increased the odds of conception. Needless to say I ended up crying myself to sleep that night thinking about the possible outcome of our foolishness.

The next morning I had to quickly change the sheets to hide the evidence before my husband noticed.
Now five months later the only proof that these events even happened is my bulging tummy, now very pregnant with what I know is my brother-in-law's baby. I still cannot believe that I did it. Whenever I see him now he just pats my growing tummy and gives me a sly wink. He knows I'm having his baby from that night and I think he's actually proud of it since my sister is now pregnant too.

The only thing I can do is hope our baby looks like my husband. It would kill him if he knew that I'm really
pregnant by another man. I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did.
(end)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FULFILLING A FANTACY





My name's Nitin and I'm 35. I got married to the love of my life, Supriya, 7 years ago. We've been very happy together. Our sex life has been great. After 7 years of marriage, now the only problem is , every time I masturbate, the only thing that ever seems to turn me on is imagining Supriya with another man, I don't understand why, it just gets me so excited, the idea of another guy touching her all over. It's such a naughty fantasy, and not one I ever pictured making a reality.

We were in bed together, just cuddling up before sleeping and she asked me if I had any sexual fantasies. I said no, like a reaction, there was no way I wanted to offend her with my weird fantasy. I asked her whether she had any, and she said shyly, "well, just something silly really."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, I kind a like the idea of role play sometimes. You know, like you're a teacher and I'm a collegegirl, that sort of thing. Silly, I know."

"No, it's not silly Supriya, I mean sure, we can try that some time."

So we tried Supriya's role play. It was ok, it really seemed to turn her on which was great. Again she asked me: "Are you sure there aren't any fantasies you'd like me to do for you hunny? Tie you up? Another woman? Anything at all?"

She was joking about the woman of course, so I laughed before replying.

"No sweetie, really, it's fine."

"Oh come on Nitin, you're being dull. I thought all guys had some weird fantasy, I can't believe I married the one guy in the world who has nothing weird in his head."

She was starting to wear me down, and I felt like I could tell her anything.

"Ok Supriya, there is one thing, but it's really not something I really want to do, it's just something stupid that turns me on sometimes."

"Ooooh, now this is more interesting," she replied. "Come on, tell me tell me tell me, and we'll do it, I promise."

"Well I don't think I even want to try it really, it's just a fantasy. But, sometimes the thought of you with another guy turns me on."

"What, me having an affair?" She asked.

"No, no, not an affair as such. Just, here in our bed, you with a random guy having sex, and me just watching."

"Yeah, sorry, I'm not sure I could do that hunny. I don't want other guys, I'm with you, we're married, and sex with you is great."

"I know I know." I said. "I don't think I really want to do it, it's just a fantasy is all, doesn't mean anything."

She turned over and seemed to be thinking, but we didn't mention it again at all.

A couple of weeks later we were at home and Supriya said she wanted to tell me something; she seemed pretty excited about it.

"You know your little fantasy Nitin?" Well, I was at the gym yesterday and there's this big man called Rakesh, does weights and that sort of thing. I've known for ages that he fancied me, he's always watching me when I work out, so of course I've always tried to avoid him. He's tried to talk to me a couple of times but I've managed to get rid of him easily enough. But thinking about your fantasy I decided to have a little word with him, chat him up, you know?"

I listened on, a sick feeling in my stomach at what she was telling me.

"Well," she carried on, "After a while I told him that I'm married so of course nothing would ever happen between us, but then I mentioned your fantasy and asked him if he might be interested. I felt really naughty asking him, and he seemed really unsure at first Nitin, but then he said yes! I mean, he's not exactly my type, I'm not gonna enjoy it, trust me, but there you go. I promised you I'd fulfill your fantasy, and now we can."

"Oh my god, Supriya, I don't know, I mean it's fun to think about but I never said I actually wanted to go through with it."

"Nonsense, of course you do, you're just too shy to tell me so," she said. To be honest, I wasn't being shy, I was genuinely worried, but I couldn't deny it, I was excited by the idea too. "He's coming round any second," she said.

"What!? He's coming now?" I shouted.

"Of course, means there's no chance for us to chicken out."

I was stuck in two minds. I was so angry at the thought of another guy doing my wife, but so excited too, I just couldn't deny that feeling. Rakesh knocked on our door and Supriya let him in. She was acting excited around me but I could tell she didn't really want to do this. I couldn't believe how much she must love me to do this, it was not in her nature to cheat on me at all, I know she never ever would. Maybe that's why this situation turned me on as much as it did.

The three of us chatted for a bit. Rakesh was pretty big, he must've spent a lot time at the gym, and like a lot of those gym guys he was a bit arrogant and boring in conversation. I have to admit, I didn't really like him, and neither did Supriya, that was pretty clear, but he definitely seemed to have the hots for her. After a while, Supriya suggested that we should get down to business, trying to play it cool, but I could see now that she wasn't enjoying this. I felt guilty but this was all her own doing, and I was getting hard now, knowing that any second my fantasy would come true.
We went up to the bedroom and dimmed the lights. I sat down beside the bed while Supriya undressed in front of me, Rakesh undressed in the en suite.

"I love you baby," she whispered to me, and we kissed lovingly. It was strange seeing her beautiful naked body in front of me, but this time I wouldn't be touching it. Rakesh walked in, in just his boxer shorts. My god, he had an incredible body, nobody could deny that. He gave me a wry smile then walked up to my wife and began to fondle her breasts in front of me.

Rakesh caressed and sucked on Supriya's breasts, stroking her body and legs with his other hand. She was trying to get into it but I knew she was never really into foreplay that much. Then Rakesh took down his boxers and threw them off and forced Supriya down to her knees to suck him off. His dick was huge, way bigger than mine. I'd never seen another man's hard dick except in porn, so it was a strange sight. I watched on as my wife started to stroke his dick with her fingers and then softly blow him off. She moved up and his shaft with her tongue and fingered his balls as lovingly as she would do with me. But the more jealous I got, the more aroused I became and I started to touch my own dick in excitement.

Rakesh grabbed Supriya's hair and started to encourage her lips back and forth along his dick, and she placed her hands on his two butt cheeks and gripped him as she sucked him off. He started groaning just a little, and I was worried he was going to blow his load early, before the real show. Supriya realised this too so took her mouth away from his dick and stood up. She walked to the bed alluringly and lay down on her back and looked at me and smiled and mouthed the words I love you. I mouthed it back and smiled at her, she was doing great.

Rakesh got on to the bed, pulled Supriya's legs apart and started to lick her clit slowly. He really worked his magic on her and after a while she began to lose herself and her eyes closed. She let a couple of little gasps and that signalled him to really start to eat her out. He put his tongue right inside her and she groaned with pleasure. I was tugging my dick, watching my wife being pleasured by another man, it was great.

Rakesh decided he'd had enough of oral and climbed slowly on top of Supriya, his eyes looking lustful, and if I'm honest, so were my wife's. She said Rakesh wasn't her type before, but maybe she was just lost in the moment. He started to ease his dick inside of her pussy and she winced with pain at first, his dick too big to go in all the way. He was gentle with her but then seemed to lose patience and pulled Supriya's legs apart and thrust the full length of his dick inside her pussy. My wife yelped in pain, but Rakesh came out and thrust his dick straight back in again, the full length. This time Supriya's noise was more of a delighted groan and she was loving every thrust that Rakesh gave her now.

He kept forcing his dick deeper and deeper inside my wife's pussy and then put his arms around her neck and embraced my wife closely as he rammed her. My wife, clearly lost in the pleasure of it all, wrapped her arms around Rakesh's body and stroked his skin with her fingers, digging her nails in gently when she got excited.

I was lost in the moment too, I was tugging my dick really hard now, watching this live sex show, not even realising what was happening in front of me was starting to get a little romantic. Rakesh was kissing my wife's neck as he pounded her and then kissed her face and then her lips, and she kissed him back. They were now French kissing away, my wife desperately trying to stick her tongue deep down Rakesh's throat and she grabbed his ass cheeks again with her fingers, dug her nails in and started to force him deeper inside of her. Rakesh did just that and between the kisses they were both groaning and I could tell that they were close to cumming.

Downstairs we had all agreed that Rakesh would pull out and cum on Supriya's tits but they were lost in passion and Supriya gripped Rakesh's muscular body tightly and he groaned loudly and shot his load deep inside my wife's pussy over ten seconds. He kept thrusting and thrusting until at last his balls were empty. He fell exhausted on top of my wife and kissed her again, and she kissed him back and they embraced on the bed.

I'd blown my load too, and now the sexual excitement was over I was struck with the realisation. I got up and thanked the pair for fulfilling my fantasy and made sure to get rid of Rakesh as soon as I could. After he left, I tested her creamy pie and after that I also made love to my wife. But I wasn't as good as Rakesh and Supriya knew it now.

After 2 days of that incident I caught my wife talking to someone secretly over her mobile phone while she was in the bathroom. Though she was whispering a lot but still I was able to understand what she was saying because I was standing just out side of our bathroom door.
I hard her saying…..

Yes dear………..I will try to arrange another meeting in the next week. Yes…. Yes…..I think I can manage my husband without any problem.
No….no he did not suspect anything.
NO……I don’t think I took any risk calling you home, because, to him it is his wife trying to fulfill his fantasy …..That’s all.

Why are you worried so much?………..I know my husband very well ……he will never understand that you are fucking me for the last two years.

Look I told you many times that I don’t like those cheap hotels. Look when my own husband allowing you to fuck me in our house then what’s the problem? No….No….tell me how may times I will have to assure you that he will never suspect.

How will he know that I checked his computer browser’s browsing history and found out that he has huge interest about cuckold life styles? How will he know that I actually provoked him about this cuckolding idea by first requesting him to fulfill my sexual fantasy and then asking him for his one?

I carefully planed that situation very well. After knowing his fantasy I immediately showed my willingness to fulfill his fantasy.

Look I played very cleverly. You rest assure no one will know. Now every month we can fuck 2-3 times without worrying about a safe place.
What?...........yes……. I admit it’s somewhat embarrassing. But if you try properly I can assure you that one day, fucking me in front of my husband will definitely turn you on. I know how men’s act.

Well I am cheating my husband and having fun with you for the last two years. If he gets some kind of fun watching us fucking then we should allow that na?

Look I will talk to you about it later……he is home now ………it’s not safe……..

Yes…. Yes…… I am also waiting eagerly for our next meeting ….I mean next fucking session….. hi.. hi… hi.
Bye honey.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY BAD WIFE



We are attending a wine gala with some noted speaker. You, my wife, are part of the sponsoring committee and so are sitting at the "head table" up on the stage. There are a large number of people seated at this long table and you are toward stage right, second from last, sitting next to amid 40's gentleman who appears European and occupies the far right seat at the table.

I am sitting out in the main floor area at a table of people I barely know, drinking wine, eating dinner, waiting to take you home and ravish you.

From time to time I look up toward the front of the room and see that you are deep in conversation with the European man. You are quite animated. You touch your hair while you talk to him. I can tell even from my distance that you are attracted. And I can see that his eyes are glued to you; as were most of the men's eyes as I escorted you in. It always gives me a thrill to see men stare at you; take in your beauty. Seeing them desire you.

I am both jealous and aroused as I watch you. Knowing your signs. Knowing how when you are randy you turn wanton.

The lights dim as the distinguished speaker begins his talk. There are slides and other multimedia. The main dining area and the stage are in deep shadow; only the speaker's podium are illuminated. The slideshow provides flickering and constantly changing light to the rest of the environment. Everyone's attention is on the speaker.

Except yours.

When I look in your direction I see that your eyes are closed. Your head back slightly. You appear to be rocking gently. The man next to you seems to be looking down into the general direction of your lap... what is going on there?

I watch as your movements intensify, still subtle and hard to discern in the light but now that I know what I'm looking for I see it clearly.

I think the man is touching you.

The speaker concludes and the houselights come up. I lose sight of you as everyone rises to applaud and then an announcement is made that a continued wine tasting and after dinner cocktail hour will be in the adjoining room. I make my way to the bar and look for you to appear. I want to know what you have been up to.

You are no where to be found. Neither is your neighbor.

I wander a bit and sip wine and chit chat. Now I really wonder what you are doing. After about 30 minutes I see you. You are flushed. You seem a little disoriented. You come to where I am standing.

"Where have you been?" I ask.

"Please take me home. I've been very bad." Is your side-stepping reply.

I see that your lips are glistening but the lipstick you had so meticulously applied before we arrived is now gone. Your skin is reddened slightly where your neck meets your shoulder. Your white skin is mottled from what appears to be heat rash...

I simply turn and walk out to get the car. You follow behind.

We get in the car. The first few minutes are silent. Your eyes are cast down. Hands in your lap. I can see that your dress is wrinkled in places. As if it has been bunched up.

"Please don't be cross," you say.

"Tell me what you've done," is my stern response.

"The man sitting next to me at the table was so interesting and...he was very attractive. We talked during the whole dinner. Honestly, I was very turned on while talking to him and he could tell. He kept touching my arm as we spoke and his fingers on my arm kept sending shivers through me. I knew you could see me talking to him and that excited me even more."

"When the lights went down he put his hand on my thigh. I couldn't believe it I was afraid that people could see but it was so dark, sometimes *I* could barely see that his hand was in my lap. He pulled my dress up a little so that his hand could touch my bare thigh. I could hardly breath as he caressed my skin. His hands so warm...I had to close my eyes."

"Darling, I'm so sorry...but when his hand reached my panties I had to spread my legs for him. Just a little. Enough that he could touch me. I was already so wet..I'm sure he could feel my desire through the silk."

"He kept gently caressing me through my panties. My pussy betrayed me...betrayed you...I almost came just from his fingers...he touched me very much like you do...like he already knew me."

"When the lights came back on I had to pull my dress back down. He just looked at me and smiled slightly and I knew I had to have him. I know there is a small private dining room upstairs because I've had lunch there before and as everyone was moving toward the bar we went up the stairs and into the room. No one was there. He closed the door and immediately we kissed long and hard. Our tongues searching each other. His hands all over me. No restraint."

"I felt bad knowing you were waiting for me at the bar. Knowing that you wanted to take me home and make love to me but instead a stranger's hands were now inside my dress, pulling down my panties while I kissed him and rubbed the front of his pants. I really did feel bad, darling. But I was also soaking wet and unbelievably randy. You know how I get, dont you?"

You lean over and kiss me on the cheek as I'm driving and put your hand on my thigh as you whisper "I'm so sorry to have been bad tonight" in my ear. Your hand runs across my zipper and you feel my hardness. My heat.

We arrive at our home. We go inside and sit down on the sofa.

"Now tell me the rest and I'll decide on your punishment." I say. Then I kiss you full on the mouth and taste your passion. You taste of sex. You taste strange.

I break the kiss and push you back onto the sofa. I wait.

"He put me onto a table and pushed up my dress. He took my panties off and spread my legs. He could see how aroused I was. I could feel myself dripping. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was quite large..I was surprised and a little frightened. He was clearly very hard. He started to move toward me and I said "no, not without protection" He didn't have any and neither did I. I said "I'll fix your problem" and got down on my knees and began to suck him. He was even bigger than he looked. My hand barely wrapped around it.... By that time I was almost out of control. I rubbed him all over my lips, my tongue all over his slippery tip. He wasn't going to last long and I wanted to taste his cum. Wanted to taste his desire for me.... Just as I thought I was about to get what I so desperately wanted, he pulled out of my mouth and pulled me up and back onto the table. "I want to taste you know" he said and spread my legs again and buried his face into my pussy."

"I guess he liked the way I taste as much as you do because he was licking and sucking my clit like crazy. I was going to scream. He pushed two fingers into me as he continued to work on my clit and then...I, um...and then..."

"What did you do Vanessa?"

"I, um, well, I couldn't take it. I pulled his head away from my pussy and begged him to fuck me."

"With no condom?"

"Yes, darling. I'm sorry. I'm really quite awful. I couldn't take it. I couldn't hold back. I need to be fucked and you weren't there. I need to feel his huge cock inside of me....I...I...needed to be taken."

"And did he?"

"Oh god yes. He fucked me so hard darling. He pounded your wife silly. First just standing between my spread legs. Then he turned me over and fucked me from behind. I was bent over the table."

"Take off your clothes now, my slut wife." You, of course, do so. I see you are glistening from excitement. Your pussy is swollen (newly, or still?) and reddened from sex. Your stomach is shiny in places. "Then what happened?"

"He was so hard and big inside of me. He was ramming himself inside of me. He then turned me back around so that I was facing him again. Our mouths united again as he pushed himself back inside my willing cunt. I felt him stiffening and at the last moment told him not to cum inside of me. God knows how much of his passion was already inside me though..when I was sucking him he was leaking like I've never seen...He grunted and pulled out of me just as he was cumming...as he was cumming all over my stomach the shaft of his still hard cock ground against my clit and then I came as well. We came together."

"I knew you would be worried that I had disappeared so I quickly cleaned up as best I could and then hurried down to find you. So.....are you angry with me?"

"Of course I'm angry. What kind of husband isn't angry when his wife fucks a stranger while he is waiting at the bar? But you are always honest with me. You are a very bad girl. And incredibly sexy too..."

With that I kiss you deeply. My tongue in your mouth. Tasting you. Tasting the sex on your breath.

I kiss your neck. I smell cologne.

I kiss my way down your body. I taste sweat. I spread your legs. I wonder if I am spreading them in the same way as the man who was just here 30 minutes before me?... You are already breathing hard as I press my lips against the lips between your legs. The aroma of sex is now overpowering. Dizzying. I've never tasted you this way. You taste of another. Your pussy is hotter than I've ever experienced before. You are soaking wet; literally dripping with sex. You are moaning and writhing beneath me. Are you thinking about my tongue on your clit or are you remembering the cock that was just in the same pussy I am now licking? My hands under your ass squeezing you as I take back your sex and make it my own....

I roll you onto your hands and knees.

"Now *I* am going to fuck you." I look down onto the milky skin of your ass and think about the stranger who took you, my wife, in the same position only a short time before me. My hand strikes down suddenly and powerfully. I spank your right ass cheek with my right as you cry out with surprise and pain. I switch to my other hand and spank you until your ass is reddened from *my attention*. As I shove my cock into your quivering cunt and begin to fuck you with wild abandon, I continue to spank your delicious little ass.

"This is what happens when you are a bad wife..."

----

As we lie in bed later, I ask, "so did he say anything as you were getting dressed, or were you both too busy trying to get cleaned up and out of there."

You reply, "oh yes, I forgot to tell you that he will be hosting the wine convention that I am going to next month in France..."

(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DROUPADI



Being posted at Hyderabad at my first job, fresh out of college from Calcutta, I had the major task of house hunting in which my friend Sudarshan helped me. It was not an easy task as many people were reluctant to rent out their lace to a young bachelor. Using his aunt's reference, I found a nice place in Maredpalli-Secundrabad. It was a compact 2 storey structure. The upper portion which was to be rented was a compact & independent unit with a living room, kitchenette and a bath attached bedroom, just right for a young bachelor like me. We met the landlady-Jaya and agreed on the terms and she said that I could move in immediately. My place also had an independent entry via a staircase built along the outer portion of the house and there was a nice terrace too! The landlady said that her husband worked for the railways and their family of husband-wife, 2 kids and her brother inlaw stayed on the ground floor portion. I smiled and replied that I like kids too and would have no problem adjusting.

I moved in with my meagre possesions the very next day and the landlady-Jaya welcomed me with a cup of coffee. I settled in nicely into a set routine of office in the morning, a movie with a couple of beers and dinner outside on the weekends and Saturday-Sunday spent in lazing around the house, washing clothes,cleaning, etc. Often during the weekends, the landlady Jaya would send over some special chicken or fish or mutton dishes out of sympathy for my single status. My circle of friends was less as I was new to the city. I would sometimes sit on the terrace pace or play in the lawn with the kids. Cricket was the elder kid, Suresh's favourite game. Jaya would often smile indulgently at me and we would exchange pleasantries and make small talk often. I would try out my broken Telugu with Jaya or the kids to their great amusement as I made grammatical errors! But everybody spoke Hindi or rather Hyderabad Urdu, so communication was never a problem. Somedays when I came late from a movie or dinner with friends or when I received letters, Jaya would tease me about my non existent girlfriends! Often Jaya would hang wet clothes on the terrace to dry or come to take them of during the evening and we would exchange glances and smiles. It was mild harmless flirting but Jaya was in her own way, a very attractive & sexy woman.

Jaya was about 35 yrs of age, of above average height and had a wheatish complexion with sharp features and expressive eyes. She was almost amazonian, well built, buxom, plump and voluptuous in the typical way women middle aged Telugu or Indian women are. Her sari enhanced the swell and curves of her smooth waist, the tightness and the flare of her round buttocks and the tight blouses she wore, showed off the swell of her ripe and full breasts. She wore her saris low down and her deep fleshy navel could often be seen, set right in the center of her midriff. Her hips swayed tantalisingly when she walked. Her sultry eyes were always lined with kohl and her voice was husky. She was like a ripe, juicy fruit that one wants to devour. Jaya's husband Ramesh who was around 38, was a locomotive inspection engineer with the railways and would often be away from home on his trips. His younger brother also stayed with them in a joint family. Her husband's brother Venkat was around 30-32, handsome in a scholarly way with his specs and books as he went to the city college where he taught physics. Venkat was softspoken and always did most of the chores around the house like dropping the 2 kids to college, watering the potted plants or buying provisions. He always seemed to be at Jaya's beck & call and I for one had initially thought that he was Jaya's husband. It was Jaya who blushed and told me that he was her husband's younger brother. Venkat for one, always followed Jaya about with a hangdog expression and a slavish devotion and I instinctively sensed that she might be sleeping with him! Jaya on her part almost mothered him affectionately and took very good care of him. Ramesh, the husband too was always very attentive to Jaya's needs and this woman dominated both the brothers and they semed to have no problem with that. That was the allure of Jaya's persona. The family appeared close to each other and a happy one at that. I for one, started getting dreams and fantasising about Jaya, furiously masturbating away the tight ache that she gave me!
Life continued routinely, until one night as I was reading a book, at about 11pm there was a geat commotion in the residential colony. I heard shouts of "Donga! Donga!" and "Chor Chor!" and the sound of people running helter skelter! I was down in a flash and knocked on the grilled outer gate of the ground floor! Seeing no response, I peeped through the glass window of the living room on the side and was amazed to see Jaya, Ramesh and Venkat emerge from the closed master bedroom. Jaya had a flushed and frustrated look on her face combined with a hurriedly worn nightgown, which was half open at the breasts! Venkat & Ramesh were both bare chested and just wore lungies. They had obviously been having a threesome joint session! As the other residents of the colony gathered, Jaya's front door opened and all came out on to the porch. I was shocked beyond belief that a typical upper middle class family had such sexual behaviour. One wife shared by two men!! The burglar had made his escape in the meantime and for about an hour, many people milled around aimlessly and talking. As I rechecked the padlocks at the main gate down the driveway, Jaya called me in too, offering to make a cup of tea! Everyone had lost their sleep, including Venkat, Ramesh and me. The kids were sushhed, calmed and sent back to their bedroom! I then suddenly realized that Jaya's elder son Suresh looked like the husband Ramesh and the younger one was a mini carbon copy of Venkat, the brother in law. This woman was like the mythical Draupadi who kept multiple husbands happy but under her control! I wanted to have Jaya and I knew it would just be matter of time since she had such a ravenuous sexual appetite! I came back to the real world with a start as Jaya set out the cups of tea! She had a teasing, half smile on her face as she served the tea. I stole furtive glances at her semi transparent night gown. Her breasts strained against the fabric of the gown, and her build and curvy figure outlined in stark detail as she had tied the strings of the gown around her waist. I have never been a vouyeur or peeping tom, but I was determined to confirm my suspicions before I could attempt to seduce Jaya. I was nervous & fidgety because of these thoughts and the hard erection which it had given me! Mumbling GoodNight and a special thanks to Jaya, I headed upstairs, determined to find a way to confirm my doubts. I was going to peep into their bedroom soon!

The next night around 10.30 pm, I crept downstairs silently, careful not to make a noise or startle anyone, once i sensed that the living room lights had been switched off. The bedroom night lamp was on and the sliding glass windows were shut and the curtains drawn tightly. I could sense some hustle & bustle in the room, but there was no way that I could watch! Shit, the disappointment of the whole thing made me frustrated. Desperately I looked around and decided that unless I found a way to keep one of the windows slightly ajar I could not see anything. The next day I waited till it was 10.30 in the morning and waited for Venkat & Ramesh to leave for work. Pretending to be tired, I knocked on the door and asked Jaya if I could make a phonecall to the office, telling them that I would be late. Jaya pointed me to the phone in the living room and went into the kitchen. Swiftly I yanked the cable of the telephone and snipped one part of the cable. "This phone is not working!" I told her. "Oh, these telephone connection problems! Why dont you try the instrument in the bedroom in the bedroom?" said Jaya. That was lucky. I went into the bedroom and located the phone which was near the bed. Shivering nervously and with clammy fingers, I slid a small thick wad of folded newspaper at the end of the sliding glass window creating a small gap through which I could later push my fingers from beyond the grills from outside. I drew back the curtains and made a phone to the office telling them that I would be in by noon. I thanked Jaya quickly and left, refusing her offer of tea. I could not concentrate on work the whole day and was waiting impatiently for the night to come! Again around 10.30 that night, I was downstairs at the bedroom window. Around 11pm crouching, I waited and sensed the living room lights being switched off and through the gap in the curtains and glass I saw Jaya entering the bedroom smiling coquettishly at her 2 men who were waiting impatiently. Untying her sari and clad only in her blouse and petticoat, she opened the wardrobe and pulled out a nightgown. Ramesh, the husband could not control himslef and dragged her to the bed! Laughing, she wriggled free, pretending to escape as Venkat came from her back and caught her in a bear hug. Jaya laughed and pushed him away too, sticking her tongue out, teasing them. She then opened the hooks on her blouse, one by one, teasing both Ramesh and Venkat. Ramesh made another grab for her and succeeded in pulling her on to the bed. Like dogs panting for a bitch in heat, Ramesh and Venkat pulled her bra off, freeing Jaya's magnificent marraries from the confinement of her bra. Grabbing her tits, they sucked greedily on her erect puffy nipples with slurping sounds. Jaya cradled both her hungry men to her bosom as they continued to suck and bite on her breasts. Then she untied her petticoat and lay on the bed in her glorious nudity. Both men slobbered over her, licking her, biting her flesh gently, enjoying the feel of her lush body. She pushed and goaded Venkat to go between her thighs, spreading her legs apart. With a roar of desire, Venkat dived in between her legs, lapping and licking hungrily at her swollen vulva. Her vaginal mound was clean shaven. Jaya moaned in pleasure as Venkat licked and plundered her vagina. Jaya smiled triumphantly at Ramesh, grabbing Venkat's hair as she ground her pussy against his face. She then parted her cunt lips with her fingers to give his mouth better entry. Jaya then pulled Ramesh's cock into her wet mouth, bobbing her head back and forth as she pleasured his turgid cock. Ramesh grabbed Jaya's head with both hands as he thrust in and out of her open mouth and Venkat was sucking away at her pussy. Panting with the exertion, Jaya pushed Ramesh and Venkat away.

Commanding Venkat to lie down on the bed, Jaya loomed over him, squatting and then straddling him and guided his erect cockto the opening of her wet warm pussy. Positioning herself above him with her arms on hs chest, she thrust his erect phallus into her pussy, humping frenziedly. Jaya's breasts slapped against Venkat's face and he held her in position grabbing her ass as she rode him. As Ramesh stood watching, Jaya thrust her ass out to him, pointing to her anus. Ramesh obeyed her immediately, licking the rim of her asshole and moving his finger in and out of her ass, lubricating it even as Jaya continued to ride Venkat's cock. As Ramesh pleasured her hole, she turned around towards him smiling and encouraging him. After a while, deftly Jaya jumped free of Venkat's cock and then mounted Ramesh. Ramesh kissed her hard on the mouth, as Jaya increased her pace moving out and down. Venkat came to Jaya's back and then thrust his cock into her anus. Jaya groaned in pain and pleasure as Venkat's cock thrust in deeper into her anus, even as Ramesh was thrusting upwards like an engine's piston into her cunt. I stood transfixed as this amazonian godess pleasured her men, easily taking and enjoying the double penetration. Furiously humping both men, Jaya screamed in orgasmic frenzy as Ramesh and Venkat climaxed and spurted inside her. As she lay down on the bed in the centre, both men hugged her and they went off to sleep.

I had spurted spontaneously in my shorts watching this frenetic and frenzied coupling. I was in fact almost intimidated by this gorgeous woman but knew that I had to have her. I made my way carefully upstairs wondering how I was going to get her The next day was Independence day, a public holiday and I woke up quite late around 10am. I had tossed and turned the entire night wherein images of Jaya and her coupling partners kept dancing before my eyes. It was only after I had shagged twice and drunk 2 stiff shots of whiskey that I had been able to fall asleep. I was clad just in my vest and shorts when I saw Jaya on the terrace hanging out the clothes to dry. I sleepily smiled at her and asked her where the kids were. Jaya smiled back and replied that the kids had gone to college for Flag Hoisting, Venkat had gone for the Independence day function in college and it being a holiday, Ramesh had gone to the market to buy fresh fish and other provisions. "Dont cook anything. I shall send you lunch today" said Jaya. "You must be tired after staying up so late to peep into my bedroom! I saw the wad of newspaper that you had put to create the gap in the bedroom window when I was cleaning up today!" said Jaya suddenly as she went down the stairway. I turnd speechless as I was dazed with embarrasment and fear! What could I say if she complained to her family or to my friend's aunt who had vouched for me? After all it was I who was the peeping tom here and what went on in her bedroom was none of my business. I made to follow her and wanted to apologise but she had already gone away. The kids brought up lunch for me in the afternoon. The food was delicious as usual but I hardly noticed it as my mind was still spinning. I asked the kids where their dad was and they replied that he was at home but leaving for Nagpur on work that evening. He would be away for about a week. Their BABAI- (meaning uncle in Telugu) would be back at night as there was a cultural function in his college. I had lunch and dozed off again. I waited till it was around 5.30pm and went down to return the utensils to Jaya. Jaya was sitting on the portico as the kids were playing in the lawn. As I handed the utensils back to Jaya, I tried to avoid her gaze. Shamefacedly, I was about to apologise when Jaya asked me to sit down. "There is no reason to be so nervous! I am not telling anybody what you did, as long as you keep what happened to yourself. Come, I will tell you my story" said Jaya.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DROUPADI
LAST PART


"I married Ramesh when I was about 22. He had seen me at my cousin's weding and his aunt approached my family with a proposal which was gladly accepted" said Jaya. "Ramesh had lost his parents when he was young, and his brother Venkat used to stay with him. Venkat was a shy & sensitive college student, around 20 years old and very close to Ramesh who at 27yrs was almost a father figure to him after they had lost their parents in an accident about 5yrs back. Venkat welcomed me into their family. At first, in the first flush of marriage, I would sometimes resent the lack of privacy due to Venkat also staying with us, but slowly I also got as attached as Ramesh was to Venkat to let things be. Ramesh loved his brother and never wanted him to be hurt" continued Jaya.

"Married life was good and my elder son Suresh was born within the second year of our mariage. Venkat who by now was doing his final year in Post Graduation, doted upon his nephew and always said that I was like a godess who brought happiness into their lives. Venkat was by nature, a loner and had only very few friends. He was painfully shy speaking to girls and I used to tease him sometimes. It was during one such occassion that Ramesh was away on his inspection tour, I had put Suresh to sleep and went into Venkat's room to call him for dinner. Venkat was taking a bath and I was just randomly clearingup the things strewn on the bed when I saw Venkat's diary. Idly I flipped through the pages to find that Venkat had written that he was in love with me! He wanted to have me as his life partner but was wracked by guilt and anguish at the disloyalty he was showing to Ramesh. He had also written above his love for Suresh and that he craved for a kid of his own. He had written that he could not love any woman except me. I then read with a start that he wanted to kill himself as he was in agony! I was shocked beyong belief and did not know how to handle this, when the bathroom door opened and Venkat came out!" narrated Jaya

"Odina (meaning Sister in law or Bhabhi in telugu), give back my diary!" screamed Venkat as he made to grab it back. "What is going on in that mind of yours? What will society think!' I screamed back as Venkat burst into tears. Sobs ran through his body as he crouched and sat on the bed and I just stood there not knowing how to react. I moved forward and placed an arm on his shoulder to comfort him, when Venkat hugged me and clung to me, burying his face in my lap and almost squeezed the breath out of me. I pulled him upwards to my chest, trying to get his face up. As I looked into his eyes, I was hypnotized by the deep longing he had for me. "Dont cry, it is all right! I love you too" I heard myself saying as I kissed him full on the mouth. His mouth surrendered to my kiss and I felt my nipples stiffen. Venkat fumbled with my blouse hooks and I helped him out and took off my bra freeing my tits into his arms. My breasts were tender and still lactating thouh I had stated weaning Suresh already. Venkat watched in awe as droplets of my milk appeared at my nipple tips when he squeezed my tits and I wanted to suckle him. Cradling his face, I guided my swollen nipple into his mouth and let him suck. Venkat was surprisingly gentle as he sucked my breasts and then I felt him move down, disrobing me of my sari. He hitched up my petticoat kising me all along my stomach, navel and then right on to my warm and wet vulva. I was already dripping wet and my cunt ached as he parted the labia and sucked on my clitoris. Venkat kissed along my inner thighs and his tounge stabbed into the depth of my cunt. I moaned in pleasure as his mouth plundered my vagina. Pushing my head up, I watched Venkat savour my womanhood. Ramesh was a strong lover and satisfied me everytime but I was enjoying the way Venkat almost worshipped me. I arched my pelvis to allow him more access and his tongue circled and lapped my clitoris and pussy lips, softly nipping at them with his teeth. I came violently, trembling against his mouth. I spread myself as Venkat rose above me and I guided his cock into my wet pussy. My cunt canal throbbed as it gripped his manhood, milking him as he thrust into me. In and out, in and out of my pussy Venkat' swollen cock moved repeatedly as my nails raked his back even as I lay spreadeagled. Venkat thudded into me rapidly into the folded ridges of my cunt and we both came as Venkat spurted inside me, screamed and called out my name. He kissed me repeatedly all over, nuzzzling every part of my body, licking me and nipping gently at my flesh. He was spent but not willing to let go! As he dozed off to sleep, I was overcome with a feeling of deep tenderness for him. Dinner was forgotten as I went to my bedroom wondering whether all that transpired was just a dream. Conflicting emotions of lust, guilt, pleasure and sadness ran through me, as I thought about where all this would lead me. How could I now face Ramesh? Should I confess to him or carry on this relationship clandestinely?" Jaya's story left me amazed. What a woman! How could someone be so giving, warm and generous? I lusted all the more for her, knowing that getting her would be very difficult. She had 2 good guys who worshipped the ground the walked on, kids and a secure family life. Would she risk it to sleep with me? So many thoughts flipped through my mind. The next day I hurried back home from the office hoping that I would be able to talk to Jaya again! It was about 5.30 in the evening and she was in her ususal sport on the porch keeping an eye on the kids play. There was a jug of lemonade on the teapoy and she offered me some! "I knew you could not wait to hear the rest of the story!" said Jaya, her eyes twinkling. The kids pestered me to play with them but I pleaded tiredness and sat down.

Jaya continued "Like I told you, Ramesh, Venkat and I worked out a system where I shared their bed on alternate days. The system worked fine but would be sometimes thrown into disarray because of Ramesh's official tours. He would often return from his trips, horny as hell having mised his turn to bed me. But if I would mentally be in the mindframe to sleep with Venkat that day, then Ramesh would mope. Ramesh and Venkat initially tried to exchange dates at their convenience but I put my foot down after a while, pointing out that I had the final say. One such day about 3yrs back, we had a tiff about whose turn it was. I flipped out and when Ramesh and Venkat came to me shamefaced, saying that they were sorry. I felt sorry for both and impulsively told them that if they were so much in the mood, both could fuck me at the same time. Ramesh and Vekat were flabbergasted at first and then recovered their senses, both running behind me into the bedroom. What a night it was as I took both of them! It is the secret fantasy of some women to be fucked by more than 1 man at a time but it came true for me. The novelty of the incident excited both my men to the extreme. God how they licked, sucked and pounded my pussy, sucked and squeezed my breasts and then took me in the anus as neither could wait for the other to finish. I must have come 5-6 times that night. I felt like a queen being attended to by my loyal men, their crazed lust gave me a high as they were totally in my control. My mouth, breasts, thighs and pussy ached with the sweet pain of our encounter. I dont have the stamina to do it every time, so it is an occassional special treat for them around 1 or 2 times a month. Every time I promise them a threesome, you should see how they follow me around the whole evening like dogs behind a bitch in heat!" "My housework gets over in a flash on such days!" said Jaya, laughing. " You must be wondering why I diclosed all this to you, isnt it? I know you have been eyeing me and sizing me up. I know when men give me 'THAT' look. It comes automatically to women, an instinct! I also realized that the day the burglar had come, you inadvertantly saw us all coming out the bedroom. What I did not expect was for you to peep into my bedroom when I was fucking both of them!" said Jaya smiling. I just smiled back nervously, not knowing how to react. My admiration for this open, generous and lusty woman was unabated. Over the next 2-3 days, I met Jaya and Venkat sporadically but could not manage to speak alone to her. She always smiled mysteriously at me and I watched her and sometimes we exchanged glances, but I could not get her images out of my mind.

The next weekend on a Saturday, Jaya knocked on the door and then came in asking "Babu, are you there?" I was spread out on the couch with the newspaper. Venkat has gone to Warrangal as we received a phone call that his aunt is sick. He will be back only the day after tomorrow. As you know Ramesh is away on tour and will only be back after another 3days. The kids are at college. Could you fetch them for me?" asked Jaya. I assured her that it was no problem and said mischeviously "Dont worry! I am ready to help out with any work till Venkat or Ramesh get back." Jaya made a faceand said that she would telephone the college authorities to let the kids come back with me. The kids reached home at 1pm and I had bought them icecream along with a light lunch parcel for myself. "Now they will miss lunch!" pouted Jaya. I refused Jaya's offer of lunch by pointing to my package, bade them goodbye and went upstairs. Around 2.30pm I opened the door to Jaya's knock. "Maybe you would like a slice of icecream? The kids went off to sleep after lunch as I dont allow them to play in the hot sun. That gives me a little peace & quiet." said Jaya, plonking herself on the couch. I gazed at her sitting opposite me, eating the icecream and she suddenly caught me staring. "What are you looking at? asked Jaya, a half smile playing on her lips. "I am looking at you of course! Is it wrong to take a look?" I replied challenging her. "Now there I told you, my life is already complicated. I also told you that I sense how you look at me THAT way!" Jaya protested. "Are you forgetting that I have seen you stark naked in the bedroom that day and that you have shared the most intimate secrets with me? I cant help it but I want you. Are you not teasing me? Why are you here now? How many times during the past few days you have been feeling the tension between us? Do you not secretly enjoy the fact that a young man of 22 is lusting for you. I bet that you are wet betwen your legs right now!" I said as I moved towards her.

Jaya nervously licked her lips, an act that drove me mad with desire. As Jaya made to get up, her sari pallu slipped to the side, exposing her buxom cleavage! I saw the valley between her giant globes and the sweat which had stained her blouse around her armpits. Swiftly, I grabbed her and dragged her towards me. My hands went around her fleshy waist and I pulled her towards me. Her firm breasts crushed against my chest as my mouth came down hard on her lips. Jaya's lips surrendered and my tongue entered her hot, sweet mouth, sucking and tasting her and she kissed me back. Jaya' nipples stiffened against my fingers as my hands kneaded her breasts and her tongue entered my mouth, tasting of the strawberry icecream she had been eating. My hands went down and grabbed the buns of her fleshy bums and squeezed them, pulling her closer to me. I kissed her all over from the neck and came down to her breasts. Grabbing her breasts with each hand, I bit on her erect nipples through the fabric of her blouse as her arms now cradled my head and clutched it to her bosom. "Oh, Babu!" sighed Jaya, calling out my name as I rubbed my face on her midriff going down on my knees, gently nipping at her fleshy waist. Her navel was dark and deep in the middle of her waist and my tongue stabbed into its folds and depth licking and sucking hungrily. Jaya whimpered as my mouth plundered the treasures of her musky navel. Heaving with the effort, she pulled me up into a standing position, where I caught her in a bear hug again. I gently forced her down on the couch, kissing her all over as I undid the top hooks on her blouse and thrust my hand into the warmth of her breasts. My hand went past the cup of the bra and felt her large nipple stiffen at my touch. Pushing the bra cup aside I exposed her left breast. Her breast was firm and huge with dark round of areolae and a big juicy nipple erect and proud. Greedily my lips wrapped around the nipple and sucked and my right hand hitched up her petticoat in one motion and travelled up her thighs towards her pubic mound. Triumphantly, I felt the wetness and heat of her full mound as I fondled her vulva through her panties while my mouth sucked her nipple. Pushing her panties to one side, I pushed my index finger past her swollen cunt lips, into her pussy to find it dripping wet and warm. Jaya held my hand and guided it, as I moved the finger in and out of her wet pussy kissing her hard. Jaya sucked furiously on my tongue, biting and then chewing my lips as my finger entered in and out of her cund and my thumb insistently rubbed her clitoris. My free left hand pulled aside the bra covering her other breast and gobbled up the erect nipple. "Oooh Babu!" moaned Jaya and shuddered as she came in response to the relentless fingering. "I want to lick your pussy!" Jaya I said, as I tried to move down. "Not now, darling, not now! I am going to give myself to you, I promise! I now want to have you fully. Let me go now,dear! I shall come in the night today, once the kids are asleep." begged Jaya giving me one more hard kiss. Hurriedly she adjusted her clothes and went downstairs. I now awaited the heavenly pleasures of Jaya's body which would be mine tonight. After an early dinner I was waiting expectantly in my living room when, Jaya pushed open the door nervously at around 11pm. She was in her night gown, freshly bathed and her head piled up in a tight bun on her head. I shut the door behind me and dragged her into my arms. My mouth came down hard on hers, kissing her deep. Sh wore no perfume but her body had a muskyaroma of its own. My hands rose to fondle her bosom and I was thrilled to see that she wore no bra underneath. Her nipples were already stiff and taut. We headed to the bedroom where she just pushed me on to bed and signalled me to wait. She smiled mockingly at me and her hands stopping at the top of the nightgown’s zip. “Want me that badly, young man?” She questioned me, eyeing the bulge in my shorts. Ever so slowly she pulled the zip down as her nighty fell at her feet and stood before me in gloriously beautiful and clad only in her panties. Her pubis was swollen and filled the panties and she cupped her massive breasts, sqeezing them slightly. Her large puffy nipples stood tautly apart from her areolae. See, how they want you!” teased Jaya as I was propped up against the pillows.

She came into my arms and kissed me hard as Jaya’s tongue entered my mouth, sucking my teeth , lips, the roof of my mouth. I grabbed her eagerly and my hands came up to caress her breasts. Jaya again pushed my back and brought her breasts to my mouth, offering me her big juicy nipples. Straddling me, Jaya pinned my arms down with her as I hungrily sucked at her nipple taking the entire dark center of her breast into my mouth, even as my free arm kneaded her left breast. Moaning, she took one tit out of my mouth giving, me the candy tip of her other breast saying “Take this one too!” As her nipple grew larger and tighter in my mouth, Jaya moaned and rubbed her herself against my groin. As Jaya loomed in front of me, I freed my arms, caressing her from her breasts, then down to her midriff and her deep navel. I pulled her forward towards my chest, nuzzling her pubic mound through the panties. She rose slightly to let me peel the panties down to expose her pussy to my gaze. I took her womanhood into my mouth, sucking on her swollen cunt lips. As she let me lick her and suck her to my heart's content, she parted her pussy lips with her fingers to let me taste her juicy wetness, gently rubbing her clitoris against my open mouth. "Eat me, Babu, eat me." said Jaya. grabbing my hair with both hands, she pushed my face further into her throbbing cunt,rocking gently above me in rythm as I sucked her pussy, alternatively lapping her clit and tasting her sweet juices. Jaya then moved into a 69 position, spreading her thighs over my face to let me eat her while her mouth went to my throbbing dick. My phallus was engorged and the veins stood out as Jaya parted the foreskin and licked the tip. Wrapping her lips around my rigid shaft, she took my erect phallus into her mouth. Her tongue flicked at the knob of my prick, teasing and licking me. I grabbed her head, bobbing it up and down on my erect prick, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her mouth, feeling my dick stretching her mouth. Jaya pushed my hands away and moved her head up and down herself, sucking me into her. My hands parted her buttocks, and wetting my index finger I pushed at the entrance of her anus. Jaya sighed with pleasure, humping my mouth with her pussy as I diddled her ass and sucked her clit.

Jaya got up and then she straddled me, guiding my phallus into her wet warm pussy. "Oh, my God!" gasped Jaya as she put her palms down on my chest to balance herself as she humped me. Her pussy lips parted and glistened as they spread and wrapped around my rigid shaft. I thrust upwards into her, feeling the ridges of her pussy grabbing my cock in welcome and her clit rubbed against the base of my cock. As the depth of my thrusts increased, Jaya grabbed me to her bosom, biting and licking my face all over as I impaled her on my love rod. My hands grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks and enabled me to keep myself inside her wet throbbing cunt as the pace of my pelvic thrusts increased. As I thrust deeper into the very depths of her cunt canal, Jaya's mouth locked into mine in a long, fierce kiss as her vagina trembled and quivered in orgasm and I erupted deep inside her shooting loads of thick sperm into her pussy. Spent, sweating and panting, Jaya lay atop me for a while and then we lay side by side in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Jaya was quite simply the most sensuous woman I had ever bedded
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

CAMPIING WITH MOM
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1ST PART

It was January 1985 and I was your normal almost 16 year old... always full of energy and ready to do anything fun and exciting. At nearly six feet tall, one of my favorite things to do was hiking and camping in the mountains, near our home. Ever since I was born, my mom, dad and I have taken trips up into the mountains to hunt & fish. We'd spend days camped in a tent next to our favorite lake.... most times without seeing another human being. But this year we didn't get to take our usual trip because dad was working six days a week. All year long, I'd looked forward to the trip and Mom could tell that I was really depressed about not going.

Mom and I have always been very close. She wakes me up and puts me to bed every night with a hug and a kiss. She's an attractive woman but I'd never specifically focused on her in a sexual way. Don't get me wrong though because, like most boys, I’ve sometimes made a special effort to catch an occasional peek at her when she's changing or getting out of the shower. About two months before the ‘incident’ that I’m about to tell you about, I'd been lucky and gotten a good two or three minute look at her while she was drying her hair after her shower. I was looking just as the towel she had wrapped around her came loose and fell to the floor. She didn’t bother to pick it up so I got a long and lingering view of her naked body. I could see that she had a very nice figure with firm, perky tits and a sexy, well rounded ass. Her pussy was covered with a soft and delicious looking pelt of jet black hair that gave me a violent hard on. She’s not fat and not skinny… just healthy looking and in good shape. Her long black hair and green eyes are a family trait that all the women in our family have. I guess I'd say she was average height and weight.

It was Friday morning and I was eating my breakfast when mom came into the kitchen and dropped a little surprise on me.
"Good morning, sweetheart!" she smiled at me as I sat there in my depression.
In acknowledgement, I answered" Hey mom".
In a cheery voice, she asked, "What would you say if I told you that you and I were going to the mountains this weekend?"

It took a few seconds for what she said to sink in and then I exclaimed, "Are you serious?" I was suddenly so excited that I about pissed myself.
"Yes, I'm serious. I know your dad won't be able to come, because he's working six days a week, but I figure you and I could still have a pretty good time without him. What do you say?"

"I say I'm going to go pack right now!" I jumped up, without finishing my breakfast, kissed her on her cheek and took off for my room.

"We can leave as soon as you get your things together.", she shouted up the stairs. I was dressed, packed and ready to go in less than 10 minutes. As I carried my gear downstairs I saw that mom had already packed her things and had them sitting by the door. We loaded them into the car and off we went.

Being that we live so far north and it was the middle of January, it was blistering cold outside. Not quite freezing, but still in the low 40s. It’d be colder in the mountains but perfect camping weather.

After a three hour drive, we got to the spot where we always park our car. We got out, gathered our equipment and had a quick bite to eat, before we started the five hour hike to where we do our camping. It's a long hike but the view of the peaceful lake and beautiful surrounding mountain wilderness is its own reward. My mom may be 38 but she's in good shape and can carry her own share of the gear. We'd packed pretty light… just a small tent, sleeping rolls, cooking supplies, the clothes we were wearing and fishing gear. Everything was tucked neatly into our backpacks. My rifle was slung over my shoulder, just in case we ran into an aggressive animal.

We'd been hiking for about 4 hours when the sky quickly became overcast with dark, heavy clouds. It was close to 4 in the afternoon and it looked like we were going to get rained on so we moved up the hill until we found a small nearly level spot to set up a camp. We still had another hour to hike before we got to our favorite fishing spot but now we'd have to wait till morning.

Just as we set our packs down, it started to rain and, almost immediately, the rain became a cold, drenching downpour. The temperature was near freezing so our wet hands were soon hurting from the cold. By the time we got the tent set up, our clothes were were completely soaked and neither of us had a dry spot on us. Wet to the bone, cold and shivering, we ducked into the tent and collapsed on the tent floor. In this downpour, there was no way that we were going to be able to start a fire, to warm up and dry out. That's when we discovered that, in our frenzy to get the tent set up, mom's sleeping roll came up missing. I ducked outside and did a quick look-around but it must have been washed down the hillside. Now there was only mine and it was the only thing we had that was remotely dry.

In a shivering voice, mom said "Turn around for a minute, honey. I'm going to strip these wet clothes off and get into the sleeping bag to try and warm up." I swiveled around and listened as she undressed and plopped her wet clothes in a pile in the corner of the tent. Any other time, I'd have
loved sneaking a peek at her naked body but, as I stood there freezing my balls off, I didn't even think about turning to look. As soon as she was undressed, she crawled into the down-filled sleeping bag and told me to do the same.

She could tell I was a little reluctant and said, "Come on. Get those wet clothes off and get in here. You're going to get pneumonia. I'll close my eyes. Hurry!"

As I stripped down to my underwear it dawned on me that I was about to get into a one person sleeping bag with my naked mother. I wasn't sure if it was the cold that was making me shake or the thought of getting next to her naked body. I looked down and saw her staring up at me, "Hurry up and take those wet shorts off, too! The only way we're going to survive this night is with our body heat." I knew that she was right. We were both experienced enough to know how to survive and, at this altitude, I knew that the temperature would drop into the teens, or lower, by midnight. I quickly slid my wet shorts off and tossed them on the pile with our other clothes. She unzipped the bag and in the little light that was available, I saw her full tits, with their hard nipples staring back at me. She slid over as much as she could but the bag was built for only one person. As I slid into the bag, I had my back to her because the last thing I wanted was to have her feel my dick rubbing down the entire length of her body but the problem was that there was no way we could fit, this way.

"Hold on a second." she said, as she flipped over onto her side, facing away from me. "There. Now get in next to me, facing me." It really was the only way we would fit together in the sleeping bag . I still had a hard time getting into the bag and literally had to grab hold of her to pull myself down into it. Just as I'd feared, my dick was pressing into her upper back! I wasn't hard (thank God) because I was way too cold. She didn't say anything as I moved further down into the bag with my dick and balls dragging against her back the whole time. As my dick reached her butt I got quite a surprise. I'd assumed that she'd kept her panties on. I was wrong. My cold wet dick was sliding down the crack of her ass. After zipping the bag up, I pulled back to get my cock out of her ass crack and it dropped between us. She giggled, some.... to try to lighten the mood, I guess.

"I'm sorry mom" I said softly. I was finally all the way in the bag but now my cock was pressed against the soft, firm left cheek of my mother's ass.
"Don't be silly. It's my own fault that my sleeping roll got washed away and who cares if we don't have clothes on. You don't have anything that I haven't seen before. Right?" She was still shivering badly.

"I guess you're right." I said. I ran my hand up and down her arm and shoulder trying to warm her up. She reached around, grabbed my hand and pulled it across her chest. My heart skipped a beat as she placed it right between her tits. She said, "Hold me tight against you. It's the only way we'll get warm." So I did. (Gladly)

I began rubbing my hand all over her cold chest. I tried to not be too obvious about it, but every now and then I'd cup her entire breast in my hand. I was running my hand all over her, from her neck down to her lower belly and back up. I was still pressed tightly against the full length of her body, as we lay there spooned against each other. After about 20 minutes, she finally stopped shivering so much but told me to keep holding her. I was still running my hand up and down her front and I noticed that every time my hand passed over her tits, her nipples were still hard as rocks. Several times she twitched, as my spread fingers rippled over them. A couple of times, my hand accidentally (truly) went a little too low on her belly and made contact with her pubic hair. I was still chilly but I was starting to have the time of my life. That is, until something started to stir down below.
I stopped rubbing her and froze. My dick was getting hard! "Oh my God!" I thought. She's going to freak out. My dick was swelling and getting harder by the second. A few seconds later, it was pushing firmly against her ass cheek, which was still wet but warmer, now. Even though it wasn't yet five in the afternoon, I was hoping that she was asleep and wouldn't notice that I'd developed a hard on. With no room to move away from her, it was trapped between us. She shifted a little and said, "Sorry, honey, but there isn't any more room."

I was so freaked out, at this point. She was awake and could feel my hard-on! I knew that this was going to be a long night. "It's ok mom" I nervously said, "I'm gonna try to go to sleep". "Good idea, honey." she said as she patted my hand, which was now resting right below her tits. One of them was actually lying over my fingers. She shifted a little and my now stiff dick slid up and over her ass cheek, ending up in the crack of her ass, again, but this time it wasn’t soft or cold. That actually felt more comfortable but it also made me get even harder. There was no place for me to go. I couldn't back away from her and I couldn't turn over. I was stuck there with my full hard on gradually pressing deeper between the warm, soft cheeks of my mother's ass.

After five minutes of torture, I guess she could tell I was having a hard time going to sleep. I felt her reach back and pat my hip. "Honey, you know that's completely normal, right?" My eyes about popped out of my skull, like a cartoon character. "Yeah mom, but this is a little embarrassing!" I blurted out. She laughed and said, "Don't be silly. You're a guy! It just happens." There was a brief silence and then she asked, "Would it be more comfortable if it wasn't pinned between us?"

I thought about that for a second and had no idea what she had in mind so I said, "Maybe." She moved up in the bag, slightly, and, as best as she could, she spread her thighs open and arched her back. That pushed her ass back against me and, at the same time, made it slide up toward the head of my trapped hard on. Before I knew what was going on, the head had slid down far enough to drop below her ass crack but, now that it had more room, it went straight out from my body and jutted right between her opened thighs.... right at her cunt!! She lowered her leg over it and said, "There. Is that better?"

I didn't answer but it was fucking fantastic!! Now I don't have a small dick by any means. At the time, it was a little over nine and a half inches and fairly thick. And right then, all nine and a half inches was longer and thicker than it had ever been!! It was firmly nestled between my mother's warm wet thighs and was actually in direct contact with her warm, hairy pussy. I could feel her cunt hairs touching and tickling my cockhead. This was more comfortable but it was feeling way too damned good for me to be able to ignore where it was.

Another five minutes passed and my breathing kept getting faster. I started rubbing her stomach and up her chest to her neck. On the way back down I deliberately flicked my fingers over her nipples and shifted my hips a little, pressing my dick deeper between her thighs. I could tell that the head was sticking out past the front of her cunt and was beginning to seep a lot of pre-cum.

Another minute passed and then my mother said something I'll never forget. "Honey, if you need to release yourself, go ahead. I think it's the only way we'll get any sleep tonight. I don't mind. I know it happens."

I about blew my load right there. "MOM!!" I said, "There's no way! I'm sorry this happened but it will go away." I knew I was lying to myself and so did she.

"Look, you're your father's son. I know him and I know you. Neither of us will sleep with you in this condition so just do it. I don't mind." Besides, we're going to need all of our energy tomorrow." She ran her hand up and down my hip and pressed her ass into me.

I knew she was right. Tomorrow was going to be an exhausting day, especially if this rain freezes. And there's no way I'm going to be doing any sleeping with this huge hard-on. Reluctantly, I said, "OK mom, if you're sure you don't care. ... but I'm going to need therapy after this weekend."
She laughed out loud and said, "No, I don't care…. seriously. Just do what you gotta do and let's get some sleep." She was holding onto my thigh and applying pressure to pull me toward her.

That was all the convincing I needed and I started grinding against her…. slowly sliding my dick back and forth between her wet thighs with my balls pressing against the back of them, each time I pushed back forward. My hand was applying more pressure, as I slid it across her stomach and back up to her tits. To my surprise, she tried to help by slowly grinding her ass back to meet my forward thrusts. By now my precum was flowing freely so, in no time, my dick and her thighs were slick with it's wetness. My fingers flicked over her nipples again and I heard her gasp. I got brave and took her tit fully in my hand and then started taking longer strokes.... pumping a little faster and harder.

That's when fate came knocking.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

CAMPIING WITH MOM
LAST PART

I guess it was inevitable, but I didn't really expect what happened. With the pumping back and forth and my dick and her thighs getting more slippery, my dick slid up and did a full length slide between the lips of her very wet pussy! She gasped and her whole body shuddered. I stopped moving. My hand froze on her tit. Nothing was said for a few seconds. By the amount of heat that was coming from her pussy, I could tell she was really turned on. It was very hot and she was very wet. "Honey, please don't stop. I know you were almost finished. Just finish and let's sleep. It's ok, I promise."

I started again and immediately realized that I was now sliding my meat back and forth between the hot slippery lips of my mother's cunt. After three or four passes, she was squeezing them tight and moving with me!! Her warm, soaking wet pussy was secreting loads of her slippery cock lubricating juice! She began making ‘fuck me’ sounds and I was soon picking up the intoxicating scent of her sex.... and it was driving me nuts. I pinched her nipple softly and heard her moan a little. The rock hard head of my dick was sliding over her clit and cunt opening, ending up sticking out 3 inches past the front of her cunt on my in strokes and I could feel the cap catch on her swollen clit, as it slid back over it. It was making her quiver and secrete even more pussy juice. Her movements were matching mine and becoming more forceful. She was arching her back, to push her clit down so it would make better contact with the head of my cock. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and I fought to keep from cumming. This was too good and I needed to get control of myself. Otherwise, I knew I was going to cum too fast and it'd be over.

Then mom said something that hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Honey stop for a second." I did. "If you release like your father does there's going to be a lot of your stuff, right?"
I panted my answer, "Yeah, I suppose so." I just knew she was having second thoughts. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"Oh no, please don't stop now. But I do have one thing to ask of you and it might sound very selfish of me." she said.
OK, now I'm curious. "What is it mom? I'll do anything you want."
"Well, I'd rather not have to sleep in a puddle of your stuff tonight so, if it's ok with you, as long as you’re going to... um release your stuff... would you do it inside me? I know it's a horrible thing to ask but put yourself in my position." She was trying to sound matter-of-fact and as if she was making a reasonable request but I knew better. She wanted me to fuck her!

I almost blacked out. Right now, there was nothing in the world I'd love more than to sink my cock into her and fuck her bowlegged. Though she'd made it sound like a reasonable request, she'd really told me that she wanted me to fuck her and cum inside of her pussy! I'm not much of an actor but I tried to make it sound like I seemed a little distressed and unsure of doing it. After a proper hesitation, I said, "Um, sure mom. If you want me to, I guess so. I guess I wouldn't want to sleep in it either."

She replied, "Thank you sweetie. Now let's get this over with". She wiggled her ass to signal me to get going... and I did but the pause in action had given me a little time to strengthen my control over my cum reflex. Now I was in a state of complete animal lust and mentally drooling with anticipation. I had her tit in my hand, pinching her nipple hard between my fingers. I felt her arch her back and lift her ass, which was her way of saying, 'Here you go, Big Boy. Put it in me’. I shifted my position until the tip of my cunt juice slippery cock was aimed directly at her opening.

She pushed down just as I pushed to go into her and my cock slid in like a hot knife sinking into warm butter. Though mom didn't know it, I'd already had more than my share of sex, so I was really surprised. I couldn't believe how tight her cunt was. She moaned. I moaned. I laid there for about 30 seconds, not moving... savoring the feeling while strengthening my resolve to make this last for as long as possible.



Even as I lay there, not moving, I could feel her cunt muscles milking my dick. She was squeezing me to get all the pleasure she could and I knew she was about to get a whole lot more than she expected. I was going to cum in her, all right, but I was going to make the most of it, before I did, because this might never happen again.

After holding back for a few more seconds, I pulled back and thrust in hard. She gasped, "Oh my God!!" as I went balls deep into her. My dick had bottomed out inside of her! I gave a little extra forward thrust and then started fucking her deep and hard. My balls were slapping against her thighs as I drove my cock up into her tight, juicy, cock strangling cunt. I was fucking her like a wild animal, grunting and groaning as I continued thrusting my cock up into her. I quickly realized that she was fucking me back almost as hard. Though she was trying to muffle them, I could hear her grunts and moans of pleasure. I was trying my best to not cum but she was fucking me so good that I knew that it wouldn't be very long before I did it anyway.

Mom was fucking me back, hard, now, and actually said to me, during her heavy breathing, "Come on honey. Cum inside momma. Let it out. Oh, yes baby. Fuck me. Fuck my baby’s big cock in my pussy."

I was so far gone that I didn't even realize what I was saying, when I said, "Yeah, Mom. I'll fuck it into you, alright. Then I’m going to pump a nice hot load of cum deep in your pussy. I hope you took your pill today."

Though I didn't know it, at the time, my last remark suddenly brought my mom back to a reality that she'd overlooked. She instantly realized that she had been off her birth control pills for 5 years... ever since my dad had a vasectomy. Her pussy tightened up even more as she panicked and said, "Oh God, honey, I forgot about that. Pull out. Don't do it inside me."

Just as the words were leaving her mouth the first massive spurt of cum exploded from my cock and into her pussy. I cried out, "Oh mom! It's too late! My cum's already in you! I'm cumming!!" My balls were erupting their full contents into my mother’s cunt as I squirted blast after hot blast of my gooey cum into her. She was sobbing for me to stop but I was beyond hearing, now, as I pretended to not hear her. Instead, I rammed it deeper and held it there, pumping wad after wad of sperm-rich cum deep inside of my mother's cunt. I held her tightly and I pumped the last five or six squirts right into her cervix. I released her nipple and felt her start trying to pull off of my dick but it was still deep inside of her and I was holding onto her….. preventing her escape. When I was finished cumming, I'd shot every last drop of my cum into her sopping wet, cum filled cunt. As I began to loosen my grip on her, she moved to get her cunt off of my already softening cock. I didn't see why she was in any hurry to get it out, now, because she had to know that I'd already pumped the full load into her.

As she pulled forward and away from me, my dick flopped out of her, making a soft, wet splat against her ass cheek. I caressed her shoulder and tenderly kissed the back of her neck. She patted my hand but didn't say anything. After a few seconds and in a still breathless voice, she spoke, "I'm sorry. I forgot that I stopped taking the pill. . . . . But I'm being silly. What are the chances of me getting pregnant?", she giggled nervously. I kissed her shoulder and neck as the head of my softening dick rested just below her cum filled cunt.

I heard her pussy making gurgling noises as some of my goo gurgled out of her. She quickly put her hand down there and apologized for the noises. Now she was embarrassed and I almost laughed. I'd instinctively known that she wanted me to fuck her and I'd given her a good hard one but now she knew that she stood a 50/50 chance of being pregnant with her son's baby. She was wiping herself with her fingers as she said, "Wow, it really is a good thing I let you do that in me. Look at how much came out! Imagine how much must still be inside me!"

Her ass cheeks tightened up and her body quivered, as she thrilled at the thought of knowing that her cunt was now filled with a massive load of her son's cum. She lifted her hand and she had a handful of my creamy goodness on her fingers. I thought I'd die when I heard her start licking and sucking on them. "Mmmm" she moaned softly. When she was finished licking them, she giggled and said, "Mmmm, Good stuff". "Now, let's get some sleep, OK?"

"Sounds good to me, mom." I lied, as I wrapped my hand over her firm tit and began slowly caressing its nipple. I was planting soft, wet kisses on the back of her neck and holding her body close to mine. I lay there in pure ecstasy, remembering how good my cock had felt while I was fucking it in and out of my mother’s tight, juicy cunt. Even though she'd said, "Pull out. Don't do it inside me.", I'd felt her pussy clamp down on my cock and she'd continued milking my cum into herself. She'd been holding her ass back against me and pushing her pussy down on my cum spewing cock throughout my entire orgasm into her, except for the last couple of squirts that had been deposited inside of her, anyway, before I released her.

Now she let out a soft sigh, leaned her head back into my neck kisses and her body relaxed... kind of melting into mine. Her nipple was still hard and I was tracing my finger tip around it, teasing it to stay that way. I continued softly kissing up and down the back of her neck and running my tongue over her skin..... her body quivering with pleasure.

If she hadn't known it before, I'm sure she was now absolutely certain that her son had been no virgin. She knew that she'd just been fucked, hard and deep, with a cock that knew what it was doing and where to touch her.

Ten minutes later, I was fully hard again and my stiff cock had pushed back up between her hot and now VERY slippery pussy lips. I said, "Mom?" .... She twisted around in the sleeping bag, until she was on her back. I had to lift myself up to let her hip and shoulder move passed me and then, in a soft, husky voice, she said, "Move over on top of me, honey." When I was in position between her legs, our lips met and she held her pussy up to take my cock back into her tight cum-slick cunt.

Two hours later, she was driving her pussy up to meet my deep thrusts into her and screaming "Oh, God!! I'm cumming again!! Ohhhh God! Fuck that big cock deep! Fuck it into me!! Fuck some more of your delicious cum in momma's hot cunt!" and then I felt another hot flush of her cum start gushing out of her and washing over my balls. Taking long, deep strokes, I repeatedly slammed my cock into her hot cumming pussy, burying it right to my balls with each powerful thrust. She was still cumming when I cut loose with another eruption, injecting my third sperm-rich load of boiling cum into the deep end of my mother's hot grasping pussy.

When we were finished and had begun to recover, she kissed me passionately and said, "My God! I've never been fucked so hard or had so many orgasms in my life!" I kissed her and said, "You're going to be an old woman before you can say that again, mom." She nuzzled my neck, making a happy sound and then said, "That last one was the best and most powerful one I've ever had. My God! I couldn't stop cumming! I think if you'd kept going, I'd still be cumming." I laughed and said, "I'll tell you one thing... I might make a puddle of cum but you make lakes of it. Wow! Every time you came, your cum was flooding out all over me! I love fucking you, Mom and I sure love making you cum. Does it feel as good to you when I'm cumming in you, as it does to me when you're cumming on me?" "Better." she sighed... "Better."

After first climbing into my single sleeping bag, both of us cold and wet, we were now warm and comfortable. Finally, with my soft, cum drained cock still inside of her and our arms wrapped around each other, we fell asleep. We woke two times, during the night, and each time fucked ourselves to mind bending orgasms. I'd already cum into her three times, earlier, so, both times, I fucked her for well over an hour before cumming into her again.

When I woke, the next morning, my semi-hard cock was nestled between the warm wet lips of mom's pussy. I could feel the slippery wetness of all the cum that had been seeping out of her, during the night, and my cock immediately began to swell. A few seconds later, it was rock hard and throbbing. Mom was still asleep. The walls of the tent are translucent so it was light enough to see. I lay over her looking down at the face of the beautiful woman who had lustfully taken five full loads of her son's cum inside of her, since last night. I could see the peaceful and contented look on her face, as she slept. Still watching my beautiful mother's face, I moved fully over her, opened her legs and slowly began feeding my fully reloaded cock up into her tight, swollen and very fucked pussy.

Her eyes came open and, for a second, there was a look of surprise and then recognition in them. A warm sweet smile came over her face and she said, "Good morning, sweetheart". I brought my hands to the sides of her face. "Good morning, Mom." I gently kissed her mouth and began fucking her. Her physical response was loving and immediate. Ten minutes later, she was holding her pussy up to me and milking another load of her son's cum into herself.
So far, we'd spent a total of at least four full hours fucking and cumming but now, after spending twelve or thirteen hours in the sleeping bag, we both needed to answer nature's call.

I unzipped the bag, jumped out and quickly pulled on my stiff, frozen clothes. When I opened the tent flap, I saw that everything around us was covered with a heavy glaze of ice. Mom climbed out of the bag and started pulling her freezing clothes on, to be ready for her turn. I moved out of the tent and, when I straightened up, I slipped and nearly fell. I regained my balance and told mom to get back into the sleeping bag for a while because it was all ice, out here, and I had to make a trail so she wouldn't slip and fall.

I lifted my foot and stomped down hard on the ice. The soft ground under it hadn't frozen so the ice cracked. The second stomp broke it and I spent the next ten minutes stomping a path down and away from where the tent was pitched. I stomped out a larger area, at the end of the path, because I knew that mom would need a little more room. When it was large enough, I pulled my very happy and freshly morning fucked cock out of my pants and took a mighty pee off and away from the area where I knew my cum filled mother would have to squat. I smiled and wondered how much of my cum would be running out of her cunt, while she was pissing.

When I was finished, I went back to the tent. Mom was dressed and ready, as I took her hand, pulled her outside and made sure that she was firmly on her feet. When she was standing, she looked around and said, "Oh, God. It's still way below freezing and the clouds are really heavy so there won't be any sun to melt all this ice. It looks like we're going to be stuck here for a while." Our eyes met and, when she smiled, I saw that she knew what we were going to be stuck doing. "God, you're so beautiful, mom." She smiled and said, "Thank you, sweetheart, and you're a very handsome man." She reached up to kiss me and then started down the path I'd stomped.

I ducked back into the tent, pulled the bag of trail mix from my pack and ate a large handful, while I waited for mom to get back. I'd been warmed up from the ice stomping but I knew that mom's clothes were cold as hell and now she was outside, with her beautiful ass bared to the freezing air. A few seconds later, she was coming through the tent flap and shivering from head to foot. I said, "You were gone quite a while." Shivering, she smiled and, through chattering teeth, said, "Do you know how much cum you put in my pussy, last night? It took a while to let some of it to run out." I smiled and said, “I don’t know why you bothered because I'm just going to fill it up again. . . Boy! I'm sure gonna love ice storms, from now on." and we both laughed.

I told her to get undressed and back into the sleeping bag before going outside to gather wood for a fire. After stomping more ice trails and gathering up an armload of dead limbs, I beat them against a fallen log to knock the ice off of them. I broke up some of the lighter ones and used my mini-torch to get a fire going.... something that wouldn't have been possible to do in last night's downpour. I broke up and added a large pile of heavier branches to the fire. A few minutes later, even though it was making sizzling sounds, as the remaining ice on the wood melted and the water droplets hit the fire, it was hot enough to start melting the ice for a few feet around it. I brought in several more armfuls of wood and placed it near the fire, so the ice would melt off it. Then I reached into the tent for mom's stiff frozen clothes and hung them over the end of several broken limbs that I'd driven into the ground, a few feet from the fire. I quickly took my own clothes off and hung them, too, before diving back into the tent and crawling into the bag with mom. My physical exertion and the fire had warmed me up quite a bit but she was still shivering so I pulled her close and cuddled her body to mine.


When she stopped shivering, she said, "Honey, it's hard to believe that you're going to be seventeen in just a few more months. It won't be long and you're going to make some lucky woman a hell of a husband. I looked into her eyes and said, "I won't be looking for a wife for a long time, mom. You're all the woman I need." She smiled and said, "When you're a little older, you'll want to have your own family and kids. It's natural."

I smiled and said, "Maybe I'm already a daddy." She smiled a small smile and said, "If you are, it's going to make things really difficult because your dad will know that he's not the father." That's when she told me that he'd had a vasectomy. I kissed her lips and said, "Mom, whatever happens, happens. You can find out if you're pregnant, quick enough, when we get back home. If you are, maybe you can just tell him how it happened without telling him the rest of it. Dad won't like it, but it's not like you were cheating on him." She lay there looking at me at me for a long moment and then said, "When I asked you to put it inside of me, I was cheating right then.... and I knew I was. I just used the puddle of cum story to get you to do it. When I felt your big cock sliding against my pussy, I was so damned turned on by the size of you and how good it felt that I didn't care. Yours is lot thicker and longer than your dad's is. I was so hot, I just wanted to feel you inside of me. . . . . My God! When you drove it all the way in, I thought I was going to faint! I've never had anything that big or that far inside of me! Afterward, I realized that it was the first time that I’ve known what good hard sex is like. That's what I was thinking about when you got hard again. I knew that I still wanted you and I let it happen, again." I pulled her close and said, "I'm glad you let it happen, mom." She smiled, kissed my chest and softly said, "So am I, honey." Then I added... 'because it was going to happen, anyway." and we laughed. Then she said, "I know you're my son but, God!, I Love the way you fuck me. I can't get enough of you." and pulled me tight against her body.

I brought her lips to mine, kissed her and then we lay in each other's arms without speaking for a few minutes. Her body felt so soft and comfortable against mine. I slid my hand down her back and began gently squeezing and caressing the firm round cheeks of her beautiful ass. We both stirred and I felt my cock start to stiffen, again. Without asking, I made a simple statement. "Mom, I'm going to make love to you, now." and we both moved into position to make it possible.

This time wasn't the same, as the other's had been. We were kissing, caressing and making slow, sweet love to each other.... Each time I pushed back into her, she lifted herself to me and was making soft contented sounds as we each built to orgasm. We were each looking into the other's eyes… each knowing that it was coming and, when it happened, the power and sweetness of it was utterly incredible. This time, we'd been making love to each other and the explosion of our intimate love orgasms just kept spreading through us.... renewing themselves and lasting several seconds longer.

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For nearly two full days, we collected wood and melted ice over the fire for water, lived in the tent and shared my sleeping bag, before the ice finally melted and we could head back to where we'd parked. Once our clothes had dried and our tent site site had become livable, we'd just waited it out, while we explored other forms of mother and son love making. I'd started a smaller fire a few feet away from the entrance to the tent so we'd be able to leave the flap open and let the radiant heat from it warm the air inside and take the chill away. After that, we were able to open the sleeping bag and have more freedom of movement.

On Sunday morning, which turned out to be our last day, I found Mom's sleeping bag at the edge of a fairly deep ravine. It'd been caught by a dead limb or it'd have gone down and been washed away. It was still somewhat coated with ice so, after I knocked it off, I brought it back and hung it near the fire. When it was dry, I pulled mine aside and spread hers on the tent floor so we could make love on that one, too, which we did, twice, before pitching the tent and packing up to leave. We could have left a couple of hours sooner but we wanted to get in one more good long fuck….. and we did.
It was well after dark, when we got back to the car but the sky was clear and there was a full moon. We loaded our gear and ate some trail mix while the car was warming up. Even after the car had long since warmed up, we sat there with the moon shining in on us.... neither of us wanting this weekend to be over. I undressed her and we fucked in the car for another hour or so, before finally starting for home.

It was after midnight, when we pulled into our driveway. Dad heard us come in and got up. He asked if we'd enjoyed ourselves. I smiled and told him that we'd been iced in for two days and had never got to the lake but we'd managed to survive.

Mom and I knew that what had happened was just the beginning of a new and much more intimate relationship between us. On the way home, we'd discussed and agreed on the ground rules for how we'd behave toward each other, when dad was in the house. If she isn't pregnant, Dad will never know how much mom and I enjoyed our weekend trip to the mountains without him. If she is, there'll be hell to pay because mom stated that she'd never abort it. We'd agreed that he'd be told only of that first time, the circumstances and how it happened. We'd say that was the only time and then let the chips fall where they may.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

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This story was published in Exbii before. It was a tremendously hit story. Every one read it and confirmed that it was a stunner. I must say that the author did a splendid job. I want to repost it in to my thread. I want to change the story a little bit. Pl. don't read it if you don't like reposting or recycling.
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part1

It was a Saturday afternoon and my wife Monisha and I were shopping in the mall. While she went into a store and was picking things out by herself, I chose to walk around and look at stuffs. At one point I thought I noticed my boss Ravi Sohay entering a store. When I spotted him, I immediately went over to him to greet him.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the office raising sales for the company?" he said when he saw me.

“Yeah ... maybe I should. Actually I am here shopping with my wife”

Just then I saw Monisha coming towards us. She had finished with her shopping and was looking for me.

"Oh ... she is your wife? Glad to meet you," Ravi said, as he stepped up, took her hand, and politely shook it. "

"Monisha, this is Ravi Sohay, my boss."

"Nice to meet you...." Monisha said.

"I don't think we’ve ever met. I just hope he doesn't use too many four letter words when he is talking about me," Ravi replied. Monisha shrugged her shoulders. I seldom had much to say about Ravi when I got home from work in the evenings.

Ravi Sohay was the boss's son and had moved to FutureMedia Delhi from the office in Mumbai. The company decided that it was a good idea to spread their VPs around to different cities so that they could visit customers and help close big deals. When I met him he was friendly but the ladies at FutureMedia seemed to think he was great and talked about him all the time, telling me about all the great ideas he had for driving new business, which in the long run would mean more money for the company.

We stood and talked awkwardly for a few minutes and then went on about our business. As we walked away, Monisha said "While we were talking to him, we should have invited him over for dinner."

"I don't think that's such a good idea," I said.

"Why not?" Monisha asked.

"Didn't you notice how uncomfortable we all were? I got the feeling that Ravi wants to keep our relationship professional and think of the impression that might leave with the other sales guys if they knew you had invited my boss over for dinner." I answered.

As far as I was concerned, over the last couple of months, I had established a working friendship with Ravi. From the outset, Ravi let me run my territory without interference and spent his time working, on his side, to improve our sales in other territories.

Monisha understood the fact that I might have a difficult time with the distinction between boss and friend if I took further steps to get any close to Ravi.

"Well, all right. We'll forget about inviting him over for dinner then." Monisha said.
(To be continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

part2


A few days after running into Ravi in the mall, I got called into his office.
"It has been brought to my attention that a couple of your customers have complained about the level of service you have been giving them lately," Ravi said.

"What? I have never had a customer complaint before. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I did a follow up with the customers. In both cases the customers said that you have left out items that were supposed to be in the contracts that you sent to them for their signature."

"Ravi, you know that I have never screwed up on a contract before. This has to be a mistake. Who were the customers? I'll talk to them and straighten this out my self," I said.

"It’s fine really, I have already taken care of it. For now, I just want you to let me check over your contracts before you send them out. Don't worry, I have no intention of interfering with the good relationship you have with your customers."

"I don't understand what could have happened and why would they call in a complaint instead of calling me," I said.

"Actually, they did call in to talk to you but you were out of the office. In both cases, they left a message for you. Somehow I think we have to handle the calls as complaints. "

I wanted to argue that with Ravi but I knew there was no point. His mind was made up.

"Thanks, Ravi, I appreciate your support." I finally said.

When I left Ravi's office, I was as angry as I had ever been. I could not believe that any of my customers had complained. I had always prided myself on the rapport I had with my customers. On top of that, Ravi wouldn't tell me which customer complained because he was afraid that it might affect the way I deal with them in the future. The worst thing of all was that now I would have to suffer the humiliation of having Ravi looking over my shoulders.


"Did you have a bad day?" Monisha asked as I walked into the house that evening.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did but how did you know?"

"I could see it in your face as soon as you walked in the door."

I told Monisha what had happened and how Ravi had decided to treat the two customer calls as complaints rather than just let me handle them myself.

"So what happened? How did Ravi handle the complaints?" Monisha asked.

"I told you they weren't actually complaints. Ravi arbitrarily decided to handle them as complaints. He called the customers and took care of the problem," I said. "I still can't believe I made a mistake on those contracts. I proof read them before I mailed them out. Now Ravi wants to proof read my contracts before they go out."

"Isn't it possible that you missed something," Monisha said.

"I guess it's possible that I missed something but I have never made a mistake like that before and now I made two in the same week. I just can't believe it."

"Maybe it's not such a bad idea to have Ravi proof read your contracts," Monisha said.

"Whose side are you on?" I asked.

"I'm on your side, of course. I just think that having Ravi proof read your contracts with you before you send them out isn't such a bad idea."

"I can't believe that you actually think that I need help taking care of my customers after all this time."

"I know you are the best. I am just saying that you should do this, if for no other reason than to just to keep him off your back."

I was disappointed that Monisha didn't seem to be on my side of this issue but I could see the logic in what she said so I didn't argue about it with her. It was obvious that she was able to look at my situation much more objectively than I was.


For the next month I did as Ravi had ordered and had him proof read my contracts with me before I sent them out. Not once did we find a mistake. At the end of the month, I figured everything was back to normal but Ravi called me in for another chat.

"I am now comfortable with the way you run your territory and that any problem you may have had with any of your customers seems to have resolved itself," Ravi said.

"I never thought there was a problem to begin with," I said.

Ravi gave me a look that said he didn't agree with my assessment. "What I am saying is you no longer need me to proof read your contracts but I want you to keep me involved in any new contracts you are working on."

"Can I ask why?"

"I think we need to have better control of our business. I want to be involved in every significant contract to make sure we are doing the right things for our customers."

"Why am I being singled out?" I asked.

"You're not. I will be doing this with all of the sales guys. Don't worry about this. It's no big deal. It won't interfere with what you do; it's just more work for me," Ravi said.

Once again Monisha recognized that I was upset when I got home and I had to tell her what was going on and how much it pissed me off.

"Honey, you know it's just the way things turn out sometimes. Don't get mad because I feel Ravi is just trying to help you," Monisha said.

Monisha was right, of course, but it still annoyed me that she didn't show more support for me. I was angry and I expected that she simply agree with me that what Ravi was doing was an insult to me and he should just back off.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART3

It took almost two months before I started to see the problem. We were at party at a friend's place and it was getting late. I poured myself another drink, silently hoping the party would end soon. I enjoyed these parties, but tonight I was feeling tired and wanted to go home.

I looked across the crowded room and saw Monisha talking to one to her friends, Nisha. I was pretty sure Nisha hated Monisha. It always amazed him how catty women could be. The fact that Nisha’s husband always paid so much attention to Monisha didn't help things.

I walked around some more and saw that the crowd had thinned. "Maybe we can cut out and go," I thought, and went looking for Monisha. She was still talking to Nisha. Their backs were to me, and they hadn't noticed me. I was about to say something and then froze. What had Nisha just said? I stepped back into the shadows, and listened.

"Monisha, you're definitely in awe of this guy," Nisha said as she playfully nudged Monisha's side.

"What? Of course I'm not," Monisha replied.

I peaked around the corner to see who they were talking about. There was nobody.

"Anyway I don't think Rajiv likes him," she added.

"I don't blame him. I'd be mad too if my wife fancied the guy I worked for."

Monisha looked shocked. "I don't fancy Ravi!"

Nisha looked unconvinced. "Even gorgeous guys like Ravi? Come on, admit it, you have hot for him."

"Nisha, you're crazy. I'm married. I only said Ravi is good looking and sexy, this doesn't mean I have crushes on other men." Monisha scowled at her friend, and then laughed too.

I was surprised by these revelations. I never guessed my wife found my boss attractive. That night, when we went home, I recalled our meeting with Ravi at the mall and how Monisha had tried to convince me to invite him for dinner. Women can really be hard to fathom at times, I concluded.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER
part3


The following day I forgot about all this as a serious problem cropped up at work. One of my customers called to complain about some missing tasks in the contract I had negotiated with them. They asked me what I was trying to pull on them. I had to rewrite their contracts to include the missing tasks. I was confused as I was sure I had written the contract properly.

I later discussed the problem with Ravi.

"This is not good,' he said. "We have to keep the board from finding out about these mistakes or you'll be in serious trouble. I will keep quiet over this one, but promise me you will work out a solution. You have been doing this long enough that you don't need me to read your contracts before they get sent out but you have to make sure they go out right or it will be both of our asses. Besides, I wouldn't know if something was left out unless I was with you when you met with the customer to negotiate the contract."

Ravi seemed to be on my side but it didn't make me feel better.

That evening I discussed this new problem with my contracts and the conversation I had with Ravi with Monisha.

"How can you be so certain that you didn't make a mistake?" she asked.

What was I missing? Was Monisha beginning to think that I wasn't as competent at my job as she used to think I was? That was the impression I was getting from her.

"I don't know what's going on but I think someone is trying to make me look bad," I said.

"You can't be serious," Monisha said. "You just said that you mail the contracts as soon as you are done with them. No one has access to your contracts once your finish with them. If someone could get to the contract, who would want to do that to you? Who could possibly benefit by making you look bad?"

I thought about what Monisha said and realized I really had no answers.

"I guess you're right. Maybe I did make a mistake," I said but I didn't for a moment believe that.

"So what if you made a mistake," she said, "everyone does. Now that you know what happened you can take steps to make sure it doesn't happen again. Maybe you could ask Ravi to start proof reading your contracts with you again."

"No, I still don't believe I made any mistake," I said. "Someone is out to ruin me."

"Do you have any idea how paranoid that sounds?" Monisha asked. "I am beginning to think that you are just stressed out. Maybe all you need is a vacation."

"I am getting stressed out but that is not what is causing these problems," I said.

"I think you need some professional help, honey," Monisha said. "I am really beginning to worry about you."

"I am beginning to worry about us," I said. "Not once since this started have you taken my side."

"That's nonsense. Of course I am on your side. I just wanted to help you."

That was the end of the conversation for that night. Monisha went off to bed and I retired to the family room with a large glass of scotch. I wasn't sure if it was my ego but I just couldn't accept that my wife having doubts over my abilities. I recalled her conversation with Nisha, how she confessed finding Ravi good looking and sexy. Now she was taking his sides too.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER
part4




The following day, when I walked into the building, the receptionist told me. "Rajiv, Ravi is waiting for you in the office. I think he has a visitor." I thanked her and hurried to the huge office.

Ravi was there with a guy and a woman. The guy was M. Sharma who was one of my clients. They all got up to greet me.

"Rajiv, I got a call from Mr. Sharma, the CEO at Sharma Products. I have been working over this project personally for the last 2 months. He came here with his wife, Mona. Apparently they are interested in partnering with our company for a major assignment."

I wondered the possible reasons for this meeting. I have been talking to Mr. Sharma every month for more than a year. Over that time, Mr. Sharma and I had become friends and I had managed to sort of get my foot in the door. I wondered how Ravi has managed to get him to sign on the lines.

"Rajiv, good to see you again," Mr. Sharma said.
"Hi, nice meeting you," I said. "I guess I should congratulate you on your contract with Ravi."
"Hi, I'm Mona," Mrs. Sharma said.

She was dressed in a sleeveless white blouse that was tucked into a short black skirt, and it was difficult not to stare at the tremendous amount of thigh she was showing. She had sparkling eyes, a cute little nose, and wire frame glasses that only complemented her attractive face.

"Have you been working with Ravi for very long?" she asked

"A couple of months", I replied.

"Good, I'll leave you guys to finalize the technicalities. I'll just join Ravi in his office to sign a non-disclosure agreement. I am sure you understand," she said as she headed to the door. I found myself staring at her narrow hips as she walked away.

Ravi took me aside and said, "I hope you realize that there are a lot of companies they could have gotten these services from. He chose us, so don't let us down. Make sure Mr. Sharma gets what he needs, while I do the same with his lovely wife."

Then Ravi followed Mona out of the room, leaving me with M. Sharma.

"I have always liked you, Rajiv," he said. "I always felt that I could trust you and have never regretted dealing with you."

"Thanks a lot for your trust, M. Sharma."

"Actually we are about to announce the acquisition of two other companies that will at least triple the size of Sharma Products. My wife Mona met with your boss last month in New York and was impressed by his capabilities. Mona suggested we use a single source for all of our services and wanted to give you the first opportunity to put together a proposal for 5 years."

"Five years?" I could feel my heart rate increasing as I considered how much this contract would be worth.

I spent another hour with M. Sharma discussing the scope of the services he wanted our company to provide. Before I left we set up a schedule of weekly telephone calls to update him on the progress I was making.

On Friday, I managed to close one to the three cases I was working on and I was close to finalizing another. That night I stopped after work to have a drink with Shekhar Malik, to celebrate closing. We had a couple of beers and talked about work. Obviously the conversation was about the major deal we were signing with Sharma products. At some point, Shekhar asked about the lady. It took me a minute to realize he was talking about Mrs. Sharma.

"I know you worked a lot on this but there is something you need to know," Shekhar said.

"There is nothing you can say that would be any more upsetting than what I have already been through," I said.

"Okay then, I heard we got the contract because Ravi is nailing Mr Sharma’s wife who is said to be a real bombshell," Shekhar said.

"How do you know that?” I said.

"You know I accompanied them to one of the meetings. Ravi asked me what I thought over this offer. I didn't want to act too anxious so I said that it was definitely interesting but still wasn't sure if it would be worth it. Ravi then asked me what I thought about Mrs. Sharma. I said I hadn't got time to think about her, so I could not really say. He also asked if it would be worth it for the pleasure of working with Mr. Sharma's beautiful wife. At that point I could not make out if he was serious or just pulling my legs. I got the feeling that he wanted to accept their offer for more reasons than to sign the contract. "

"That son of a bitch," I said. "Who the fuck does he think he is?"

"He is one sleazy bastard. I still wonder how he would get a married woman agree to sign a contract with him just for the pleasure of giving herself to him."

Sitting across him everyday in the executive boardroom, it was easy to see why Ravi was so popular with the office females: he was in very good shape and his face was sexy, and he had an air of confidence and a strong dominant personality that really turned women on. I shuddered as it occurred to me that was probably what my own wife Monisha found attractive in him.

Despite his situation as an eminently dateable guy within the company, Ravi had wisely avoided the overt romantic advances of every woman at the office, though this only served to pique even greater interest and make him all the more desirable to them. As a senior guy at the firm, I tried my best to avoid office gossip. Yet, from time to time, rumors persisted that Ravi was seriously 'packing'; something the women all seem to agree was simply too good to be true, given his looks, personality, and the amount of sex appeal he had to spare.

Now the story that Shekhar has told me about him and Mona left me puzzled.
I remember a situation with one of the girls in the team. It was a few weeks back when Ritikha literally jumped up in the middle of a meeting and disappeared into the corridor, saying loudly that she was going to print out a document. Then, only a minute later, Ravi mumbled something and dashed off after her. It was all so sudden that the atmosphere was broken and the rest of the team sat there in stolid silence.

The hands on the clock crept slowly round, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen, twenty minutes. At this point someone glared at me and demanded, "Well, are we going to conclude this meeting or not?"

My mind was in a mess. As the length of their absence had grown, I had grown more and more uneasy. Luckily I was saved from taking action because at that moment, Ravi walked in followed by Ritikha carrying some print outs about a survey carried out by our company. I had completely forgotten about this incident until now when Shekhar made mention of his suspicions regarding Ravi and Miss Sharma.


Later that night, I told Monisha about the meeting with Ravi and Mr. Sharma and the contract signed, and she again asked me if I was ready to consider asking for help. I was so pissed I didn't speak to her for the rest of the night. The following day, she apologized to me.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings; it is just that there doesn't seem to be any logical explanation for the problems you are having," she said.

I chose not to tell her that I heard we got the contract because Ravi was sleeping with Mrs. Sharma.

"Anyway, why don't you forget about work now?"

That sounded like a very good suggestion. Monisha and I took our drinks into the family room and sat on the sofa.

"You have been down and grumpy for the last couple of weeks so this contract is a welcome change," Monisha said.

"Sorry, I was frustrated because I feel I missed out on this proposal that could turn out to be very big," I said.

"You were not the only one; Ravi did put effort on this on it, right?"

I snapped my head around and gave Monisha a stern look. "No."

"Don't you think that the client would not have signed if he did not intervene at some stage?"

"I am completely capable of doing my job without outside interference" I said.

"It is not outside interference. It still is your deal. I just thought that after the recent problems you have had that it was not a bad idea to get some help," Monisha said.

The problems I was having at work were a real pain but the fact that those problems were affecting Monisha's confidence in me is what really hurts.

"I don't need or want any help from Ravi or anyone else," I said. "So let's just drop this, okay?"

"Okay."
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER


PART5


To celebrate winning the deal with Sharma Products, Ravi informed us that he was inviting all employees of FutureMedia to a party at his house. Because there had been too many restrictions the year before on our company party, it had been decided to have it at a private house, that way it wasn't technically anything to do with the firm. It was up to each employee to decide if they wanted to bring their partner. Even though we had been married for a few years, Monisha had never before been to any of our company party or socialized with any of my coworkers. I decided to bring her along to meet my friends and colleagues.

On Tuesday evening, I arrived at Ravi's apartment, drove and parked my car.
With Monisha by my side, we walked up the steps and approached the door just as Ravi was coming out. He greeted me with a big smile, "Hey Rajiv, glad you could make it,"

"Hi Ravi!" I said, steeping forward to introduce him to my wife. "This is Monisha; I believe you’ve met before."

"Glad to see you again," Ravi said as he took her hand and politely shook it.

"Oh, thank you," Monisha answered.

"Monisha, we'll have to talk later," Ravi said, leading us inside. "I'd like to get to know you better."

I did not appreciate his choice of words, but Monisha didn't seem to notice it.

"Looking forward to it," she accepted graciously.
“Since I have a few minutes to spare, let me show you around,” Ravi said when we were inside.

Even from the doorway, I became aware of a subtle, exotic fragrance that permeated the entire condo. I had heard of the term ‘a captivating fragrance’ well that was exactly what this was. It was a pleasant scent throughout the condo and it grew even more obvious as we entered his house.

We strolled around stopping at various items as Ravi gave us interesting anecdotes about how he acquired some of the more unusual things. He had a way of telling enough to keep the listener very interested and yet holding back enough to peak one’s curiosity. Many of his decorative items were foreign things found on his trips abroad. It was obvious that Ravi was a man of wealth. His decorations, art work, and collectables exuded money.

It was on three levels with long halls and a good many rooms on each level. The third level was dominated by a large bar area. It looked like a very high end sports bar, complete with a high definition wide panel television over the bar. What an attractive interesting room, I thought to myself. Ravi indicated that his work required a good bit of entertainment so the bar area was used a good bit.

When Monisha and I took our leave from him, I couldn’t help realizing that previously I had been impressed with his business approach, now I was equally fascinated with the man and his lifestyle.

Monisha and I then walked over to the bar to pour ourselves a fruit drink. I greeted several of my coworkers along the way; remembering to introduce Monisha each time. We finished our drink and then made our way through the crowd of people. The party was pretty tame as these things go. There were some two hundred people in attendance counting employees, spouses and significant others. We had drinks and appetizers and then dinner. After dinner, there were more music and dancing. We were all having a good time in spite of the low key party going on around us.

Later, in the middle of the evening, I had gone to the men's room and when I returned I found Ravi talking to Monisha. I got pissed off when I saw that. I knew that I could trust Monisha but I didn't like the idea that Ravi might hit on my wife. It showed a lack of respect for me.

I didn't say anything as I was not sure I could tell my boss to stay away from my wife but and make a scene. After all, nothing had really happened. They were just talking. I thought that night when we got home I was going to have a talk with Monisha about Ravi. I had never told her about Ravi or his attraction to women. The problem was that I could not think of any way to bring that up in conversation without making it sound like I didn't trust Monisha. I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there and go home.

I tried to appear normal I did a good job of pretending to be tired and suggested we take our leave. I felt a shiver watching Monisha as she bent over and gave Ravi a goodnight kiss, and, strangely enough my cock began to grow.


The situation took a different turn the following day when I sat down with my wife at breakfast. "Ravi sure was a lot different than what I expected," Monisha commented from across the table. "I mean at the party, he just seemed a lot nicer than what you made him out to be."

"Ravi?"

"Yes. Ravi Sohay."

"Since when are you on a first name basis with my boss?" I asked teasingly.

"We are on pretty informal terms," she responded, jokingly.

I was a bit irate about her discussing our personal matters with Ravi. "He just seemed nice at the party," I spoke between mouthfuls of biscuits. "I promise you would feel a lot different if you had to work for him."

"Maybe," she agreed with a smile.

"I just think you would have a different opinion of the guy if you really did have to work for him."

"But since you are the one working for him, we'll never know how he would behave with me if I was working with him."

An erotic thought formed in my own mind. I thought of Monisha working for Ravi, and then wondered if he would ask for any sexual favor if he was her boss. But I shook the thought away and decided to pull Ravi down a notch.

"All in all, he hardly brings anything new to the company.”

"The women seemed quite fond of him, you know," she shrugged her shoulders.

I couldn't believe she was still talking about him! I wish she would drop the subject. I didn't know what to say and shifted my attention to the breakfast. It didn't take Monisha long to notice something was wrong.

"What's the matter, Rajiv?" Monisha asked.

"Something is bothering me but I am afraid that it will come out wrong and I don't want to upset you."

Monisha suddenly looked tense. "What's wrong, Rajiv?"

"I guess I'll just say what's on my mind and we can discuss it until I can clear up any misconceptions. It's about Ravi."

The expression on Monisha's face changed.

"What about Ravi?" she asked.

"I don't know if you know this about him but he has a reputation as a ladies' man."

Monisha laughed. "I know. I've heard all the stories about him at the party.”

"Monisha. This is not funny to me," I said.

"You can't possibly think I have any interest in Ravi," Monisha said with a tinge of anger in her voice.

"No. I am not worried about you. I trust you."

"So what you are saying is that you don't want me to talk to Ravi anymore, is that it?" Monisha asked.

"If you wouldn't mind," I said.

"Well, I would mind. I think he's charming and I enjoyed talking to him. I don't understand what you are worried about. I don't like it when you act this way."

I wasn't happy with her response but I didn't push it any farther. She hadn't done anything wrong and my reaction was probably out of line.

I was worried that Monisha was really pissed at me but when I tried to discuss it further with her, she cut me off. "I will let you know if he does anything that starts bothering me," she said.

The way she said it let me know that the conversation was over. I was a little upset with her unwillingness to even discuss further but I let it go.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART6



Staff meetings were never my strong point. Staff meetings on Monday mornings drove me to distraction. I could not concentrate on anything. To make matters worse, the intensity of pressure at work seemed about to redouble. FutureMedia had managed to get its hooks into one of the biggest and most important contracts in its existence, and we were going to have to pull out all the stops to bring it off.

The meeting had just started when Ritikha made her entrance five minutes late. People had just settled in, mugs of coffee positioned, piles of papers shuffled. Everyone stopped listening. Ravi continued talking for a sentence or two more before he stopped.

“Hi, Ritikha. Welcome. You look nice this morning,” he said.

“Sorry I’m late. Thank you.” She said briskly, avoiding his eyes on her.

Were they an item? Office rumors abound about that, I could now conclusively say something was in the air. I saw Shekhar Malik who was also in the meeting hide a smile. I made up my mind to have a lengthy talk with him on the subject.

The staff meeting was one of those nerve wracking battles where everything is happening at more than one level at the same time. I tried to focus on what Ravi was saying. Long-term relationship. Win-win situation. Security. It was unbearable. At last, with lunch in sight, the battle seemed to be won. We would go ahead with the deal. The final negotiations would be on Thursday and Friday, the signing would happen on Monday. Our key team would have to fly up north to our client’s head office to clinch the deal. Consensus was reached. college was out.

I went straight to the bathroom. I wanted to rest my forehead against the cool tiles. I tried to stay with my breath while I zipped myself up. Ravi came in while I was drying my hands. I saw him in the mirror.

“You all right, old chap?” It was Ravi. He came bustling in, laden with files, dumped them by the basins, and went over for a piss.

“I am fine,” I said.

“Tell me, Rajiv,” said Ravi from his place, “you have any idea how to present our proposal?”

“Sorry?”

"I was thinking that making a very nice document would help."

"What do you mean?”

"Why don't we hire a professional photographer to make a photo for the cover with a sexy woman model? This is the big game. Real stakes. I want everything to go all right for us."

I got a feeling that the fact that he was talking to me out of the boardroom meant something good. He fixed me with a penetrating, enigmatic stare. “Come with me to lunch. I want to discuss these negotiations.” And I had the distinct sensation he was escorting me out, making sure he did not leave me behind in the toilet…

Ravi heightened my anxiety at lunch. Midway through lunch he bent forward over the table and said, "I was thinking of proposing your wife on the cover of our proposal document."

I was wordless. What exactly did he mean?

"Your wife's really a lovely looking woman, she would be just fine on our cover!"

I immediately grew suspicious.

"Yes, she's beautiful," I finally acknowledged. "But I don't think she'll like that," I responded to his words.

"I'm serious," he changed his tone. It sounded like he really might be serious. "A friend of mine owns a photo studio. I talked to Monisha about it the other day at the party."

"Really," I briefly looked up, pretending to sound disinterested. I hoped the look in my eyes would drive him away. In truth, I felt anything but disinterest.

Monisha hadn't mentioned anything about Ravi's proposal.
"You mean she didn't tell you?" He questioned the surprised look in my eyes. "I'm surprised she didn't tell!"

I thought of Monisha's response to this proposal. An image formed in my mind. I pictured Monisha appearing seductive on the company document. I had a difficult time imagining Monisha talking to Ravi about this stupid photo session, yet I was beginning to have second thoughts. The fact that she chose to hide it from me made me suspicious. I remember how Monisha kept asking me about Ravi at breakfast the day after the party.

Further images formed in my mind. This time it was of Monisha in a photo studio. I imagined her on display. Then I thought about all the sensuous poses Ravi would ask her to do.

"Just an idea," he straightened back up and got ready to leave.

My heart was racing; I felt all of the energy drain from my body. "Who the fuck does Ravi Sohay think he is asking my wife to pose for the company document?" The more I thought of it, the more I found myself nervous. When I plucked up enough nerve to tell Monisha that night, I was surprised by her reaction. I expected absolute outrage. Instead, she said nothing for a couple of minutes.

Eventually she asked, 'What was your reaction when he said that?'

Perplexed by the calmness of her response, I said I thought it was a bad idea.

'It's flattering though, that he would have thought of me for the cover picture, isn't it?' She'd obviously had given it a lot of thoughts.

'Yeah .... But I really can't see you doing that."

'Oh yeah?' she said; and then after a moment's pause, she went on, 'God, you know I would never do something like that, it's just that a wife would love to know how much her husband values her ...'.

'Trouble is .... Oh hell darling, I don't want all the guys at the office leering at you.'

'Don't be daft, they wouldn't do that. At least I don't think they would; but you never know, do you?' she said teasingly after a moment's thought.

I was incredibly turned on by her suggestion and I think she was too, because her breathing was getting quicker. I decided to wind it up because I was beginning to noticeably shake and wanted to take her to bed.

'Wow ... that'd be terrible!' I said sarcastically, 'Look I'm sorry darling, but I reckon you quite like the thought of showing your pictures around to all my mates, despite what you say....'

"Oh what a crazy thought, other men staring at me...” Monisha said as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

"Really?" I said, "Of course. I often hear them talking about you and when I go up to them, they clam up and change the subject."

Monisha looked at me and I asked, "Does that make you hot knowing other men want me?"

We laughed together, but only for an instant. I threw my arms around my wife and kissed her with an eager hunger. Monisha was now worked up, and I was not about to let the moment pass. I had waited for this kind of passion and excitement that had been missing for some time. That night, sex was extraordinary between us.


The next morning I kissed Monisha as I prepared to leave for work. "You know I love you don't you? Last night was wonderful," I said.

"Remember you can't work late Friday," she said. "You have to be home in time to get ready for the party."
I remembered one of our senior directors Mr. Desi called me few days ago and invited us for a birthday party. He invited everyone in our office. Mrs. Desi also invited Monisha and other stuff member’s wife separately over phone.
"What time do we have to be there?" I asked.

“Mrs. Desi said the party will be starting at 6 o'clock. I want to be there no later than 6:30," Monisha replied. "So you need to be home by 5 o'clock to get ready."

"Okay, why don’t meet me at the office and we leave together from there."

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. But what puts you in such a jolly mood?”

“Our night of passion,” I said teasingly.


On Friday I had all but closed my last case. The problem was it was going to be very difficult to get everything done by five o'clock like I promised Monisha.

When I called my wife that I was going to have a hard time getting done by five, she was annoyed.

"You promised," she said.

"I know and I am sorry but I am so close I just have to close this before I leave."

She did not even reply.

"Monisha, you don't have to wait for me. If I am not finished on time, go without me." I said. "I'll get there as soon as I can."

"I don't want to go without you," she said. "I guess I’ll just hang around and wait for you at the office."

"I'll do the best I can to get done by 6:30."

Monisha didn't say anymore about it.

It was 7 o'clock when I finished the last of the reports. I immediately went looking for Monisha, knowing she would have to be waiting for me at the reception since most offices in the building were closed.

When I walked in the reception room, I saw Ravi was sitting with Monisha and seemed deep in conversation with her. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. I knew that if I said or did anything wrong, Monisha would be angry at me and accuse me of being jealous and she would be right.

Monisha immediately rose to her feet when she saw me.

"Oh, Rajiv is here to drive you to the party, isn't it?" Ravi said when he in turn saw me.

"That's right," I said. I turned and gestured to Monisha. "Honey, we better get going."

Monisha shook hands with Ravi, and we took leave from him.

When we came out of the building, it was raining. I had left my vehicle at the far side of the park, meaning both of us would be drenched by the time we reach the car. I was about to propose that Monisha wait for me right there while I go and pick up the car when Ravi wandered up. His car was parked right outside the door in the director’s reserved parking spot, one of the benefits of being the boss.

"No need for two persons to get wet,” he said, opening the door for Monisha. “Come on Monisha, I'll drop her at the place. It’s on my way. Rajiv, you don't mind if I steal your wife for this drive, do you?" he said.

"Not at all," I said with just a slight hesitation. Monisha seemed to hesitate, looked at me and accepted his offer out of kindness and got in the car.

"No need to worry, I'll keep your wife company," Ravi said to me as he drove off.

I rushed through the rain and got into my car, still puzzled by the turn of event. Driving out of the car park, I was surprised to spot Ravi’s car a couple of vehicles behind me, in the rear view mirror. Then when we got to the road that leads to the highway, he indicated and turned off. I was confused and could not tell for sure whether it was really his car or one that looked like his. Almost reluctantly I kept going, my mind wondering about the situation. Would Ravi really dare trying to seduce my wife? Whilst the thought certainly annoyed me, I was far from decided on how I would feel about the possible threat to my marriage.

After the half hour-long drive out to Mr. Desai's house, I arrived at the party. The rain had stopped and there were people all over the place. When I pulled into the drive I was quietly annoyed to see no sign of Ravi's car. I went into the house and looked for Monisha. There were several people in the house but Monisha wasn't among them, like I expected.

I was actually really worried when the missing pair had not turned up after twenty minutes. After three quarters of an hour I was downright fuming as I began to get more and more concerned. I begin ringing my wife's mobile every few minutes and making regular trips to gaze down the road in the direction from which they should appear.

Going inside I asked a girl I knew from the accounting department if she had seen Monisha.

"I saw her earlier," she said. "She was out in the yard talking to Ravi."

I immediately felt a knot in my stomach. I was going to have to talk to Monisha about Ravi again and I wasn't going to wait till we got home. I went out into the back yard and looked around but didn't see Monisha anywhere. I asked a couple of people if they had seen Monisha and one of them told me that they had seen her but that was more than 15 minutes earlier.

I was beginning to get upset. I was sure that Monisha wasn't doing anything wrong but not being able to find her was worrying me. I walked around asking people if they had seen Monisha and most said that they had seen her earlier but hadn't seen her in a while. I walked over to a guy who was standing watching people in the swimming pool and asked him if he knew Monisha and he said that he didn't. Then I asked him if he knew Ravi.

"Yes, I know Ravi," he said.

"Have you seen him?" I asked.

"I saw him heading to his car about 10 minutes ago."

I don't know what made me ask. "Was anyone with him?"

"Yes. He was with a very attractive woman," he said. "I think they came together."

Suddenly I felt myself begin to panic. Had Monisha really left the party with Ravi? I just couldn't believe that she would do that. Not Monisha. I spun around hoping to see Monisha somewhere in the yard but I didn't see her.

I felt all of the energy drain from my body and I felt like I just wanted to go lie down somewhere. I went around to the far side of my car where no one would see me and I slumped to the ground. I put my head between my knees and took deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. There had to be some other explanation for why I could not find Monisha. I knew she had come to the party because at least three people had seen her there. I also knew that she had been seen talking to Ravi Sohay. I also knew that Ravi had been seen leaving the party with a woman that fit Monisha's description. These things did not add up to a happy conclusion. Part of my brain was telling me that Monisha would not do that to me. She would not cheat on me. The other part of my brain was asking me how I could be so sure that she wouldn't cheat. I pushed that thought out of my head. It would not come to that. I refused to believe that Monisha would do anything that would cause me to leave her.

I knew that if she did leave the party with someone she would have to come back eventually because she knew that I would be there soon. The only thing I could do was to go back to the party and wait for her.

I walked through the house in a daze and went out into the back yard again. I needed to try and eat something to settle my stomach and get my nerves under control while I waited for Monisha to return. I was at the food table trying to decide what foods my stomach could handle when I heard a voice behind me. It took me a minute to realize the voice was directed at me. When I turned around I found Mr. Desai standing behind me.

"I see you finally made it, Rajiv," he said. "Where is that lovely wife of yours? I saw her here earlier."

"I don't know," I said. "I haven't been able to find her."

"Did you try calling her?"

"I forgot my phone so I wasn't able to call her," I lied. I did not want to tell him I have tried to call my wife and she was not taking my call.

Mr. Desai pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to me and said,
"Here, use mine."

I wondered if Monisha would reply to the call from a different number to mine. I punched in Monisha's number and waited nervously for it to begin ringing. I wondered where she was and what I would say to her when she answered, if she answered.

Monisha answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Monisha, where are you?"

"I am at Desai's where are you?"

"I am here in the back yard but I don't see you." I said.

Then I saw her as she stepped out from behind a large mango tree about a hundred feet away from me.

I could not believe the relief I felt when I saw her. I handed Mr. Desai his phone and headed back to where Monisha was waiting. When I got there I found that she had been sitting with two of the girls with their husbands and to my great relief there was no sign of Ravi. I couldn't believe that I had completely missed Monisha sitting behind the big oak tree with the other girls.
"I didn't see Ravi’s car out front when I got here," I said.

"You must have been getting worried," she said.

"Frantic," I told her but I was grinning, such was my relief at getting her safe and sound.

"Ravi had some mechanical problem with his car and had to stop on the way to see what was not working," she explained.

"Why didn't you ring me? I could have come back. I tried your number several times but you didn't answer".

"My battery's flat, it’s going on and off. I tried to call you when I reached here but it was not working. I've been meaning to charge it for a day or two," Monisha told me looking a little flustered. "Ravi came with me here but he did not stay long, he said he needed to get his car repaired and left."

"That was nice of him," I said. "Now let's get a drink and something to eat."

I was suddenly feeling much better but Monisha seemed a little uneasy. I asked her if she was all right and she said she had a bit of a headache. An hour later Monisha seemed to be feeling much better and we had a good time for the rest of the party.

On the ride home I started thinking about how I had felt when I thought Monisha might have gone off with Ravi and I felt my stomach start to tighten again. Then I remembered being told that Monisha was seen talking to Ravi at the party and began to wonder about the woman that was seen leaving the party with Ravi.

Could it have been Monisha? Had she gone somewhere with him and returned before I got to the party? I was starting to make myself crazy. How was I going to find out without causing an argument? I had to know.

I waited until we were home before I carefully broached the subject.

"Did anything interesting happen at the party before I got there?" I said.

"No. I just walked around talking to people for a while and then I sat with Nisha and Latika and their husbands.

"I didn't see Ravi at the party. Did he stay long?" I asked.

"No, he left soon after we got there. Why are you asking me about him?"

I was torn. I was angry with myself for even entertaining such suspicions but I was driven to pursue the answers to the questions that had been on my mind every since I had arrived at the party and couldn't find Monisha. I had been trying very hard to act like I was only interested in what had gone on at the party but my next statement gave away my real intent.

"I was just surprised that I didn't find Ravi at the party talking to you. That is where I usually find him if I leave you alone for a few minutes."

As soon as I said it I wanted to bite my tongue. I waited for Monisha's angry reaction but it didn't come.

"I told you he left soon after we reached here.”

There was something about the way she looked at me when she made that last comment that bothered me. It wasn't guilt that I saw. It was more a look of sadness.

"Really?" I asked.

Monisha's expression quickly changed and she laughed at me and said, "Really. I sense that there is something still bothering you that you are not telling me. You are not still worried that Ravi is trying to seduce me, are you?"

There was no anger in her voice as she spoke. It was more like she was laughing at me but then I saw that sadness again. What the hell was that?

"Rajiv, why don't you tell me what's really on your mind," she said.

"I'd rather not," I said, "I am ashamed of myself for what I thought."

"Now you have to tell me," Monisha said. "I am not letting you get away with a statement like that and not tell me everything."

"You have to promise not to get mad."

"I'll wait till I hear what you have to say before I make any promises."

So I told her the whole story about how I couldn't find her when I arrived at the party and how I was told that she was seen talking with Ravi. I told her that someone told me that they saw a very attractive woman leave with Ravi. I told her about the panic I felt and how sick it made me. Then I waited for the anger but it didn't come. Again, I saw the brief look of sadness but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. I wasn't even sure if I had really seen it.

"You thought I might have gone off somewhere with Ravi?'” Monisha said not with anger but with impatience. "I told you before Ravi doesn’t mean anything to me. It hurts me that you actually thought that I might leave with him today. I can't believe you don't trust me."

"You're right. I shouldn't have doubted you," I said.

"Have you said anything to Ravi?" she asked.

"No. You already accused me of being jealous and told me I had nothing to worry about. I am afraid if I keep bringing it up again, it will sound like I am telling you that I don't trust you and that is not the case. I would just like Ravi to stay away from you."

"Then why don't you just tell Ravi to stay away?"

"I thought of that but I am afraid if I did that he would make things even worse for me."

Monisha said, "I guess this is partly my fault. I should not have gone with him in the car. I knew you didn't like it when Ravi flirted with me. I did no want to rude and create a scene since he was proposing his help. Still I should have been more sensitive about your feelings. "

I decided that the next time that Ravi hit on Monisha I would have that talk with him and get him to stop, even if it meant I might have to lose my job.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART7


It was another Friday night and I was sitting at the gate in the airport trying to get some work done as I waited for my flight to Delhi. I had been working for about an hour and was just about finished updating my project plan when I heard someone say my name.


"Rajiv?"

The question made me look up from my laptop. I wasn't expecting to run into anyone as I knew I was at the airport that night. The man standing in front of me was tall and thin guy. Although I hadn't seen him for a number of years, it took me only a few seconds to recognize him.

"Kushal?"

"I'm surprised you remembered me," Kushal said.

"How could I forget my best friend?" I replied.

Kushal Arora and I graduated at the same time and took up work in the construction department at the same company I am presently working. However he was later moved to the Mumbai branch but the last I heard about him was when he left the company. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other since then.

"Best friend? If I was your best friend why haven't I heard from you in the last 2 years or so?" he asked.

"That works both ways," I said. "I lost track of you when you left the company. But you never tried to get in touch with me either."

"Pretty stupid, huh?" Kushal said. "So are you at the same company?"

"Yeah still at FutureMedia Delhi. The company is involved in a large city wide project out here and I am one of the sales guys. What about you?" I asked.

"Have you got time for a drink before your flight?" Kushal asked.

"Actually I have a few moments to kill. A couple of beers would help pass the time. How did you end up leaving FutureMedia?" I asked Kushal.

"You married?" he asked. "I remember that you always used to say you never would."

"Been married 3 years," I said. "What about you?"

"Me? Divorced. But I met someone recently and I think we might be getting married soon," Kushal answered.

"That's cool," I said. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, you and your wife Sanjana are no longer together?”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“And why is that?”

"Actually to answer your question, I left FutureMedia because I found out my wife was having an affair," Kushal said.

“Oh …you thought she was cheating on you?" I said.

"I saw them together at the Holiday Inn."

"Are you sure they were together? I mean maybe they just ran into each other there and were just talking. I mean could they have just been friends?" I said.

"If they were just friends, they were friends with benefits.”

“What do you mean, you saw them together?”

“They were making out in a hotel room," Kushal answered.

"Did you talk to her?"

"No, she was occupied at the time. I don't think they wanted to be disturbed and I didn't really want to talk to him anyway. I always thought he was kind of an asshole," Kushal said.

Something about the way he talked told me he was not pulling my leg.

“You mean he was a guy you knew,” I finally said.

“Yeah, someone from FutureMedia only, that’s why I had to leave. But why does that bother you so much?"”

"I guess it's because I would never have thought that Sanjana would cheat on you.”

“Me too”

Seeing my concern, Kushal took a deep breath and went on “See, this is something I never told anybody. It happened during a seminar we had before a major presentation, I suggested that Sanjana come along and stay at the hotel. I did not expect the guy to charm her off and take her to bed. The worst part is that it happened right before my eyes...”

“When was that?" I finally said.

"Last year. Second week of August."

“But …why didn’t you report the guy and get him fired ...instead of leaving I mean."

"That guy? Oh, I could not. He was the boss’s own son, that’s why," Kushal said.

“You mean your boss …Mr. Sohay’s son?” I said, my voice trembling.

“Yeah …Ravi Sohay.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)