Adultery Kalpana & "Sir" by indian_exec2000

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- Kalpana & "Sir"

Written by indian_exec2000

Author's Notes:

This story is about a relationship between a mature woman and a (frankly) old man. Although some erotic encounters took place between them, readers looking for quick, "fast & furious" action will probably be better off looking elsewhere. Readers looking for a good story will, I hope, find this one enjoyable.

Readers who find menstrual sex distasteful might want to skip certain parts of the story.

Readers' ratings, comments and constructive criticism are welcome, as always.



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[Ramesh_Rocky]

There was an extra bounce in Kalpana's walk as she hurried home after her interview with Sigma Marketing Consultancy. She just couldn't wait to share the good news with her husband Kapil. Mr. Srinivas, one of the owner-directors of Sigma had interviewed her and finally offered her a job! She knew in her heart that it was her husband Kapil who deserved all the credit. After all, it was he who had encouraged her all the way, helped her to re-write her CV and had in fact arranged her introduction to Sigma Marketing Consultancy, since he knew Mr. Srinivas.


Kalpana was in her late thirties. She was about five foot two, with a plump, well endowed womanly body. She had regular features, full sensuous lips and sparkling, mischievous, intelligent eyes. She had a pleasant, earthy, tinkling laughter. Her white, beautifully set teeth looked like a two stranded pearl necklace when she laughed. She was vivacious, energetic and sociable. She kept herself fit and active by doing exercises & yoga (which she also taught) and served her family a healthy, balanced diet. She loved to listen to music, read books (Hindi & English) and watch movies.

After graduating in arts, she had done a post graduate diploma in marketing management and then joined the marketing department of an up-coming FMCG company, first as an executive trainee and then as a junior executive. She'd soon made a favorable impression on her colleagues and superiors. Soon afterwards, her parents had arranged her match with Kapil.

Kalpana and Kapil were made for each other. He was tall, slim, athletic, good looking and had a great sense of humor. He was highly educated and held a well paid job. He had a liberal outlook. He had willingly agreed to Kalpana's condition that she be allowed to continue to work after marriage even though he earned enough to keep his family decently comfortable.

Kalpana and Kapil had felt an instant chemistry the moment they saw each other. Their bond had deepened as the years had passed. They had been blessed with two children in quick succession and Kalpana had happily quit her job to concentrate her attention upon their upbringing. Her employers had been disappointed with her decision to put her career on hold, but had regretfully let her go when she'd explained her situation. They had urged her to get in touch whenever she decided to work again.

Kalpana's youngest child was now four. In the intervening years, Kalpana's mother-in-law had come to live with them and the children had become quite attached to their grandmother. Kalpana had felt that she could now think of reviving her career. She had started to look around but found that a seven year hiatus had put her at a serious disadvantage. All her peers had moved ahead in their careers and she could never have felt comfortable in her old company, even if they had agreed to take her back. Besides, she felt that it would be better to start with a job that made less demands on her time, even if it didn't pay too well.

Sigma Marketing Consultancy had been started by a couple of friends who had recently quit well paid jobs with large companies. It was a small firm that specialized in offering marketing solutions. Although the compensation package they had offered to Kalpana was not great, the job offered flexible working hours and the prospects of quick advancement if she did well. She would have to work only four hours a day, five days a week; to begin with.

Kapil had shared Kalpana's joy and they had celebrated her success by having dinner at a nice little restaurant. He had however been a bit apprehensive too. He'd been worried whether her dual responsibilities as a working woman and mother would be too onerous. Kalpana had been touched by his concern and had put his mind at rest by promising that she would quit her job if she found the going too tough. But Kalpana was no quitter and promised herself that she would strain every nerve to succeed in her new job.

Soon, Kalpana started working at Sigma's small & cramped office located in a large skyscraper in central Mumbai. In the first few weeks, Kalpana was not assigned any task and was told to familiarize herself with the workings of the company. It was a small, newly started outfit and the atmosphere was friendly and informal. Kalpana soon felt at home there and waited eagerly for an assignment. She knew that Mr. Srinivas was negotiating with a large multinational company and everyone was hoping that Sigma would get that contract.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shyam Belekar was a business executive in his early sixties. He was tall, medium built, active and energetic. In his youth he had been an athlete. He had taken good care of his health and looked ten years younger than his age. He had a full head of salt and pepper hair and was reasonably good looking. He was always well dressed and had a commanding presence. He had had a long and distinguished career with Trident Limited, a large multinational company and had worked in senior executive positions for the last couple of decades.


His wife was in her late fifties. His children were grown up and well settled. The wife was busy with her children and grandchildren and with her circle of friends, while Shyam was busy with his career. Both were quite happy to give each other the space they needed.

Shyam had recently moved to one of the company's ailing subsidiaries as a director, at the express request of the Managing Director. He had been entrusted the task of turning around the subsidiary. He had spent the first few months in tightening his grip over the organization and pondering over what needed to be done to revive its fortunes. He had soon concluded that a new direction was required for the marketing function. Shyam decided that it was best to hire outside consultants who could bring a fresh perspective. Mr. Srinivas, the owner-director of Sigma had worked under Shyam many years ago as a junior executive, before leaving to work with another large company. In due course, Sigma Marketing Consultancy was retained as consultant by Trident. Mr. Srinivas readily agreed to Shyam's request that he would like to vet and handpick each member of the Sigma Marketing Consultancy team assigned to work for Trident.

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Kalpana was happy and excited in the morning, as she got ready to go to the Trident office. It was a big day for her -- she was going to be interviewed by the big boss of Trident and if he approved, she would be part of the Sigma Marketing team on the Trident project. She gave herself an appraising look in the mirror as she dressed. She was pleased with what she saw.

She was blessed with a clear brown complexion and thick, shiny black hair. Her bust was generously proportioned, topped with thick brown nipples. She smiled as she recalled fondly how quickly her hubby Kapil was able to make them stiff, often without even touching them. Her slim waist emphasized her wide, fertile hips. After having borne a couple of children, her belly was well rounded and the otherwise smooth skin bore stretch marks...

She chose a simple yet smart, crisply ironed, well fitting cotton salwar suit to wear that day. She wore light makeup; just lip-gloss, eyeliner and a small, thin line of sindoor in her hair parting; she was happily married and proud to show off that symbol of her married status. She wore comfortable leather sandals with two inch heels, to make up for her deficiency in the height department. She was just a little keyed up as she hurried on her way...

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Kalpana was pleasantly surprised to be ushered into Shyam's office exactly at the appointed time. Shyam put her at ease and drew her out, listening attentively as she gradually opened up. Soon, Kalpana felt her anxiety and reserve dissolve and she started talking freely about her education, career, experience, thoughts and opinions. She even told him about her husband and family, to which he too responded by sharing information about his family. Shyam, like other senior executives was adept at interviewing people, having been trained in interviewing techniques and having had extensive experience to hone his skills.

When she left his office, she was happy. Although it had been a formal interview, it hadn't felt like one. She appreciated Shyam's warmth and the way in which he had made her feel comfortable & at ease. She felt that Shyam seemed to be taking a personal interest in her. He seemed to hold eye contact just a bit longer than necessary; in fact he seemed to be checking her out, although it was done discreetly, so as not to give offense. She however brushed the feeling off, telling herself that it was nothing. In fact, secretly she felt flattered that a big boss, that too a charming and pleasant one to boot, was paying attention to her. Unlike many other men who seemed to undress women with their eyes, Shyam's glances felt more like gentle caresses...

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shyam had formed a favorable impression about Kalpana during the interview. He had liked her enthusiasm, energy, maturity and down to earth attitude. Although he had found her to be pleasantly attractive, he had not given her a second thought afterwards. Being the oldest member of the Sigma team, Kalpana had naturally become the point person for coordination with Trident staff. As Shyam came more in contact with Kalpana, he not only developed a greater respect for her capabilities, he became aware of her as a woman, and a very attractive woman at that. There was something mysterious hidden in the depth of her eyes that he felt ought to be explored. After a long time, Shyam felt a stirring in his loins...


***

Being a handsome, well-built man, Shyam had attracted the attention of members of the opposite sex ever since he had become an adolescent. Although he was rather reserved and reticent as a youngster, a slightly older, married childhood friend had nevertheless seduced him, while he was still in college. Even though they lived in different cities, their affair had continued off and on for several years, until Shyam had gotten married. In spite of being encouraged by his lover to explore other relationships, Shyam's deep attachment to her had not let him move beyond the stage of pleasantly platonic friendship with any of his lady acquaintances.

Eventually, Shyam had settled for an arranged marriage to a girl picked by his parents. After his marriage, Shyam & his lover had mutually decided to break off their relationship and he had sworn to remain faithful to his wife, a beautiful, well endowed home maker blessed with a placid good humor. As fate would have it, Shyam's marriage had been punctuated with long periods of separation between him and his wife, during her pregnancies and due to the exigencies of his work and career, involving a lot of travel and postings to remote places.

The affair with his childhood friend had already awakened Shyam's dormant libido and honed his senses for picking up signals from interested females around him. Although his attachment to his lover had prevented him from getting close to other women while he was a bachelor, he had felt no such inhibitions when he was away from his wife. Soon, he'd acquired the skills to spot & flirt with "available" girls. He had started enjoying the thrill of the chase, the pleasure of slow seduction and even more the ultimate prize of bedding his targets that he more often than not achieved. Over time, Shyam had notched up quite a few conquests.

Initially Shyam had been somewhat indiscriminate with his choice of partners, going after any sexy and attractive females who might be interested in him, young girls and older women, married and unmarried. However, over the years his tastes had matured and he developed a distinct preference for emotionally stable and sexually experienced married women looking to inject a bit of magic into their jaded, monotonous lives, usually in their thirties and with kids. He found in them just the right combination of youth, experience, a willingness to push the sexual boundaries and the emotional strength to handle without serious hiccups the inevitable breakups when they happened. Even as he had aged, his preferred profile of a lover remained the same. Lately however, he had slowed down. After all, he was long past the stage of being a hormonally driven young stud; and yet he still retained a keen interest in attractive members of the opposite sex.

His wife was no fool and was well aware of his roving eye. After a couple of early showdowns, a tacit agreement had been reached between them that as long as there was no emotional involvement with the other women, he was discreet and there was no threat to their marriage, she would tolerate his dalliances. After all, Shyam was otherwise a good husband, a loving father and an excellent provider for the family.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Soon, Sigma Marketing was ready for a review of the progress made till date. Sigma's boss, Mr. Srinivas, assisted by Kalpana and other team members made a presentation to Shyam and his managers in a large conference room. Shyam listened quietly and attentively to the presentation. However, Shyam's probing questions soon lay bare several errors and inconsistencies. It became obvious that Sigma's approach was seriously flawed. Embarrassed, Mr. Srinivas apologized profusely and requested for a weeks' time to come up with a revised plan.

"Kalpana, could you please see me before you go home today?" Shyam asked as she and Mr. Srinivas rose to leave.

"Yes sir... Of course!" Kalpana stuttered. Her heart sank in dread of what was to come as she shuffled out.

It was two hours later, after Mr. Srinivas had left after conducting a thorough post mortem of the disaster that Kalpana knocked timidly on Shyam's door. It was long past the closing hour and everyone else had left.

"Come in." His deep voice responded.

He asked her to take a seat and then spent a few long moments looking speculatively at her. He didn't seem angry or upset. Kalpana fully expected to be chewed out for the fiasco. So she was rather surprised when Shyam did not refer to the presentation at all. Instead he talked to her about his company, the challenges facing him and explained how important Sigma's role was in the task ahead. Finally, without criticizing her, he made several suggestions as to how she could do a better job in future and hoped that she would learn from her mistakes. Kalpana felt a great load lift off her shoulders and she gratefully promised Shyam that she would not disappoint him.

On her way home she mulled over what Shyam had said, and felt her admiration and respect for him grow deeper. She also recollected his eyes holding her gaze just a little longer than necessary and the pleasantly amused expression on his face as he looked at her. She was sure that he had been checking her out, but she didn't feel offended or annoyed. In fact, secretly she felt rather flattered that a powerful, personable man had been paying attention to her as a woman. After all, although she was quite presentable and attractive, at her age she was no spring chicken...

Kalpana & her team threw themselves into their task with renewed vigor, many times working late into the evenings. In spite of being the boss, Kalpana found Shyam to be very approachable. During late evenings after most Trident staff had left, she and Shyam became quite informal as they pored over charts and figures and exchanged ideas. In spite of the informality, Kalpana continued to address Shyam as "Sir" since he was so much older and senior to her, while Shyam as usual addressed her as "Kalpana".

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Kalpana found herself liking another of Shyam's quirks -- during their evening sessions after office hours he frequently expressed himself in Hindi, rather than sticking to English, which was the official language in the office. He spoke good, unaccented Hindi, somewhat unusual for a Maharashtrian. Since Hindi was Kalpana's mother tongue, she felt a special affinity with Shyam.


She found herself looking forward to these exchanges and treasured the moments she spent close to him. Although they never actually touched, her senses were acutely aware of his manly presence and her instinct told her that he too savored her proximity. She started taking special care in picking the clothes she wore to office; nothing overtly sexy but nevertheless smart outfits that showed her off to best advantage. She got into the habit of refreshing her light makeup and spraying cologne just before the office closed, so that she looked fresh and pretty for Shyam when they met for informal reviews after office hours. From his smiles, nods and appreciative glances, she could tell that he noticed...

Kalpana was used to sharing her day's happenings with her hubby at bedtime, after the kids were asleep. Kapil didn't fail to notice how frequently Shyam's name seemed to come up in her conversations. Once, he'd lightheartedly teased her about Shyam but she had reacted with such fury that he was taken aback.

"Main toh aise hi mazaak kar raha tha!"

"I was just joking!" He explained lamely.

"Merey saath aisa bhadda mazaak phir na kijiyega!"

"Don't try such a gross joke with me again!" She retorted angrily.

"Achha baba, theek hai!"

"OK, OK!" Kapil had beaten a hasty retreat and the matter had rested there. However, he still felt that Kalpana had over-reacted to a little harmless leg-pulling. After all, she too had occasionally pulled his leg about his friendship with some of his women colleagues, without his getting uptight about it.

***

Later, when she was alone, Kalpana had reflected on that incident and wondered why she had become so angry. Was there some truth in Kapil's suggestion that she found herself attracted to Shyam, she asked herself. After much struggle with her conscience, she had to acknowledge that that was in fact true. She was rather startled and angry with herself about that and resolved that she would never ever be unfaithful to Kapil. Just as she had salved her conscience with this resolution, a fresh thought sneaked into her mind.

What if "Sir" were to take me against my wish; she asked herself, her heart missing a beat.

Nonsense! "Sir" is such a gentleman; he would never do such a thing! All those nasty rumors about him cannot be true! She reassured herself.

Nevertheless, a vision of "Sir" holding her in a tight embrace suddenly flashed before her eyes. She started feeling breathless as she imagined his lips slowly descending towards her mouth and wondered whether she would have the strength to resist him, or whether she would even want to. A shiver went up her spine even as Kalpana made an effort to pull her mind out of that line of thought...

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Although Shyam was long past the stage of actively pursuing women, he had lately found his thoughts dwelling on Kalpana. He had come to realize that just behind the façade of a carefully cultivated blandness of manner lurked a very attractive and sensual woman, occasionally revealing herself through a coquettish smile or a flash of her expressive eyes. Although her clothes were always modest, there was no doubt that they concealed a well endowed, shapely and very feminine figure. He was also aware that she enjoyed being around him, particularly in the late evenings. He had occasionally caught her looking intently at him with an appreciative half smile on her face when she thought he wasn't looking.


"Well, well! What do we have here?" He asked himself reflectively. His heart skipped a beat as he speculated on what the future held in store for them...

***

Finally, Sigma Marketing Consultancy was ready to make their presentation to Trident's senior management about their recommendations to revamp the marketing at Trident's subsidiary. The presentation was scheduled to begin at 11 AM on a Saturday. The venue was a small conference room at the business center of a downtown luxury hotel. Kalpana was well aware of the importance of the presentation. She wanted to make sure that everything went well and nothing was left to chance. She came to the venue at 8 AM, well before anyone else's arrival & got busy with placement of the projector & slides, checking the flower arrangements, confirming the menu with the hotel staff and recapitulating in her mind the main points of the presentation. She was tense & nervous, but also excited.

That day, Kalpana wore a smart salwar kameez outfit. The kameez was thin, front opening white muslin, with little buttons running down to the navel. The neckline was oval shaped, with a modest amount of skin showing. It had dainty embroidery work on it. The plain white, snug fitting kameez was paired with bright printed cotton salwar and a matching printed dupatta. The dupatta was large, made from a very thin synthetic material that draped well and was so smooth that it tended to slip off with the slightest movement. Since the kameez was almost translucent, she wore a soft thin cotton slip underneath it, to preserve her modesty. She wanted to de-emphasize her generously proportioned bosom, so next to her skin she wore a soft tight fitting sports bra that flattened her breasts into rounded mounds. It also felt more comfortable in her present condition. Unfortunately, by flattening them out, the bra also squeezed her breasts sideways and up; the rounded curves peeped out of her otherwise modest neckline, with just a hint of cleavage showing. She saw this in the mirror with slight annoyance but covered it up with her dupatta...

Just as she was settling down, there was a sharp knock on the door and Shyam walked in. He was dressed in a white T shirt, shorts and trainers. He was sweating profusely and wiping his face with a large napkin. As per his Saturday routine, he had finished working out in the hotel's health club and had decided to take a look at the arrangements for the presentation, before taking a shower.

"Hello Kalpana! How's it going?" He asked. Kalpana's nostrils flared as she smelt his strong masculine scent. Her heart thudded against her ribs and her mouth went dry. She had not been expecting anybody so early, least of all Shyam. Her nervousness and tension grew. Somewhere within her, she felt a tiny flame light up.

"Yes... Yes sir! Everything is under control. There... there'll be no problem..." She stammered. Shyam could sense Kalpana's nervousness.

"Good... good! But I think you just need to relax a bit. Let's sit down and have some tea!" He said and ordered tea over the intercom.

"OK sir!" She whispered.

In her nervousness, Kalpana kept standing, her fingers fidgeting with her dupatta. It promptly slipped off her shoulders and Shyam's eyes feasted on the plump curves of her breasts peeping out of the neck opening. She hurriedly covered up again but the dupatta kept slipping...

"Please take a seat!" Shyam said, indicating the chair next to his. He was seated at the head of the conference table.

"Thank you sir!" She whispered. The dupatta slipped and once again he was treated to the delightful sight of her full breasts swelling out of the neckline as her chest rose & fell in time with her erratic breathing.

The bell rang and the bearer brought in the tea and mixed it for them. They sipped tea while Shyam looked speculatively at her. Her dupatta was again in place. Her lower eyelids were inflamed. Her fingers once again fidgeted with the dupatta. She was nervous & tense as hell!

"Kalpana, just relax and take it easy!" He told her, concerned.

Their fingers touched as Shyam took the cup from her hand and placed it on the table. Kalpana shot a quick look at him before looking away, acutely aware of the fleeting touch. She rested her hands on the table and looked into her lap, breathing unevenly. He breathed in the delightful scent of her perfume as he walked over behind her and rested his hands lightly on her shoulders.

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She wanted to protest this invasion of her personal space, but held her tongue, not wanting to create a scene. In fact, she felt an electric thrill at Shyam's touch and shivered deliciously. The dupatta again slid off with her movement. From his vantage point, he could see down her neckline into the creamy darkness of her cleavage. That was not the only thing he saw. Her naughty nipples had tensed into hard little nubs and they easily pushed out the thin layers of sports bra, slip and kameez. Their outline was clearly visible, although she didn't know it. Until then, Shyam had just wanted to press her shoulders, to relax her. Now, he suddenly felt a stirring in his crotch...


"Relax! Just close your eyes & enjoy!" Shyam whispered as Kalpana tried to wrap the dupatta around her shoulders. He gently but firmly moved her hands away and pulled off the dupatta. He slowly started massaging her tense shoulders.

"Uhh...!" She sighed softly after a while. In spite of herself, she felt her tense body unwind slowly and thanked herself for not making a scene. He continued his slow, gentle massage. Her nostrils twitched as they inhaled air suffused with his sweaty, male odor. Soon, she felt another kind of tension start building up in her. She quickly realized what it was and was shocked at herself. How could she respond that way to another man? She wanted him to stop, but couldn't summon up the strength to protest...

"Unhh..." Instead, Kalpana uttered a low moan and inclined her head sideways. Her cheek brushed against his warm, damp forearm. He felt a spark course through his body. Blood rushed into his cock and he became hard. Her acute nose smelt his male musk.

"Ahhh..." Shyam sighed. His hands slipped down her shoulders on to her breasts and caressed them gently, over her kameez. She was suddenly woken up from her trance.

"Sir... sir aap yeh kya kar rahe hain?"

"Sir... sir what are you doing?" She hissed, holding his wrists and trying to lift his hands off of her bosom.

"Wohi jo hum dono chahte hain!"

"What we both want." He replied.

He easily pried her hands off his wrists and placed them firmly on the table before her. He then methodically unbuttoned her kameez down to her navel and pulled the kameez and the slip underneath it off of her shoulders and down her arms. He thrust his hands inside her sports bra and started kneading her large, beautiful breasts, occasionally stopping to pinch and twist her stiff nipples. She was so overwhelmed by his masculine persona and his status as the big boss that she was unable summon up the will to stop him. Also, a part of her wanted him to continue what he was doing. She did feebly try to move her hands but they did not obey her mind and remained inert on the table. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp but soon her resistance was stilled as her arousal mounted...

"Nnnhhh... nnnhhh..." She threw her head back and uttered little mewling sounds as he took his pleasure. He saw a tiny artery throb in the hollow between her collarbones and her throat was exposed and vulnerable, inviting to be kissed. He planted tiny kisses on her throat, starting at the base and moving up. He paused to nibble her dainty chin and finally stilled her moans when he covered her lips with his. They exchanged a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue started responding to his, as it invaded her mouth and they enjoyed intimate moments of mutual pleasure.

While holding a plump breast in one hand, Shyam boldly pressed her mound with the other, over her clothes. Even through the layers of clothing he could feel the shape of a sanitary napkin. Kalpana was on her period! She clamped her legs together as she felt him groping her mound, inadvertently trapping his hand.

"Ruk jaiye sir! Yeh sab galat hai...! Sir, please sir!"

"Stop sir! This is all wrong...! Sir, please sir!" She pleaded, trying to lift his hand off of her crotch. My God! Is this really happening to me? She asked herself, desperately trying to stop him.

"Kyon? Kya galat hai? Kya tumne kabhi apne pati se nahi karwaya period ke dauran?"

"Why? What's wrong? Have you never done it with your husband during your period?" Shyam challenged.

"Nahi nahi yeh baat nahi hai sir! Mai shadi shuda hoon..."

"No no, that's not what I meant! I am married..." Kalpana stammered half heartedly, trying desperately to stick to her point, fighting her own arousal as much as Shyam's aggression.

"Toh phir theek hai. Mai bhi shadi shuda hoon!"

"Then it's OK. I too am married!" Shyam responded, pressing his hand even more firmly on her crotch.

She was thrown off balance by Shyam's brazen assertion. She lost a few precious seconds as her mind groped for the right response, while he kneaded her breasts and his lips closed over hers. Then it was too late. Her weak protests stopped and she started moaning and whimpering. Shyam knew she had given up the fight.

"Aao!"

"Come!" Shyam raised her from the chair and guided her, stumbling, to the attached bathroom. On the way he bolted the front door of the conference room shut.

"Sir, merey kapde kharab ho jayenge. Merey paas aur doosre nahi hain, please!"

"Sir, my clothes will get soiled. I don't have a change, please!" She begged. She was no longer protesting the impropriety of his actions. She was merely apprehensive about the logistics. Shyam smiled.

"Tum fikr mat karo. Sub kuchh theek ho jayega. Bharosa karo!"

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine. Trust me!" He assured her.

He folded the hems of her kameez and slip up around her waist and tied them securely in place with her dupatta. He loosened her salwar and it lay pooled around her ankles.

By now, Kalpana was reconciled to what he was about to do and started cooperating with him. She stepped out of her salwar and he hung it on a hook. He took off his shorts and boxers and for the first time she saw his hard, wet drooling cock. She stared, fascinated.

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Shyam picked Kalpana up by her waist and seated her on the counter top. She rested her weight on her hands and let him pull off her panties and sanitary napkin. Now, it was his turn to stare. There was not a trace of hair on her pussy and blood was lightly smeared over her outer lips. The entire area was wet with her secretions and more fluid trickled out before his eyes. The strong smell of menstrual blood suffused the tiny bath room.


"Are you *****?" Shyam asked. He knew that Muslims are enjoined to keep their pubes hairless.

"Of course not!" Kalpana responded.

"Not to worry!" He murmured as he pushed the sports bra up and fondled her breasts.

"Aao, mujhe andar le lo!"

"Come, take me in!" He commanded, placing his cock head between her bloody lips, unmindful of a clot of blood that oozed out.

God! What is wrong with me? Why am I actually putting another man's cock inside me? Kalpana thought hazily as her fingers felt the throbbing heat of Shyam's cock. He felt her fingers on his shaft as she guided his cock into her opening and he thrust lightly.

Ohh! It's so thick... so hot... so... so good! She thought as her hot, wet bleeding pussy was stretched open in a few thrusts and his hard cock lodged itself inside her. He felt her muscles tighten around his shaft as he buried it fully with a final thrust.

"Hmphh... hmphh... hmphh..." Shyam grunted rhythmically as he started fucking. His thrusts were slow, measured, deep and strong.

"Anhh... anhh... anhh..." Kalpana moaned in response, her eyes are tightly closed.

"Meri ore dekho na!"

"Look at me please!" Shyam commanded, stopping in mid thrust. Kalpana obeyed, opening her eyes and gazing into his through passion inflamed eyelids. He grasped her tiny waist while she clasped her legs around his hips as he started thrusting again, hard and deep, pulling out almost fully and then plunging his cock right up to the hilt.

"Anhh... anhh... anhh...ANHHH... AAAANHHHHH...!" Kalpana hit a wrenching climax in just a few hard thrusts. During her period her pussy, clitoris and breasts were so sensitive & tender that just a little stimulation was enough to send her over the cliff.

"Bas, sir! Ab aur saha nahi jayega mujhse!"

"Enough, sir! I can't take it any more!" Kalpana told Shyam, pushing him away.

Shyam pulled out his thick, hard cock with a loud sucking sound. He had not yet ejaculated. They both looked with fascination at the blood smeared on his shaft and matting his pubic hair. Her pussy was bloody too and there was blood on the counter top. Shyam quickly put on his clothes, not minding the mess. With his damp, sweaty napkin he started to wipe blood off of her pussy.

"Uff!" Kalpana exhaled explosively and jerked her hips as the napkin rubbed her sensitive, engorged clitoris. Immediately, Shyam stopped and caressed her face till she recovered from friction of the rough fabric against her clitoris. He then continued to blot blood off of her pussy, taking care not to rub her sensitive skin. He also cleaned up the bloody counter top. Since her kameez and slip had been securely tied around her waist, and the salwar and panties had been taken off, her clothes remained clean, as he had promised.

"Please clean up and get ready for the presentation." Shyam told Kalpana.

"Yes, yes sir!" She stammered gratefully.

He nodded and strode out after collecting his stuff. It was around 9:30 in the morning. Although there was still about an hour and half before the presentation was to start, she knew there was no time to lose. Her colleagues would start showing up in another half hour or so.

Kalpana quickly cleaned and washed herself, put her clothes on and refreshed her light makeup. She liberally sprayed cologne on her clothes and also in the bathroom to cover up the strong smell of menstrual blood that still lingered. She hoped it would dissipate before others arrived. After the hard climax, Kalpana felt wonderfully relaxed, fulfilled and free of tension, although her pussy and nipples were sore and tender. She felt a surge of confidence. Keeping her mind focused totally in the present, Kalpana primed herself for the presentation, shutting out all thoughts about what had happened between her & Shyam...

Shyam went to the drugstore in the shopping arcade and bought a couple of powder compacts and some safety pins. He opened the powder compacts and extracted the small, thin round powder applicators. He knocked on the door again just as Kalpana came out of the bathroom. Her face registered surprise as he strode in. She didn't fail to notice the bulge in his crotch. His erection hadn't fully subsided yet.

"Wear these inside your bra. I don't want others to see your nipples!" Shyam told Kalpana, holding the powder applicators against her breasts. She didn't flinch at his touch. An intimate bond had already been established between them. He also told her to use the safety pins to secure her dupatta.

"Yes sir. Thank you sir!" Kalpana whispered. Shyam smiled to acknowledge her thanks. He strode to the door and then suddenly paused and came back to her.

"Wait a minute. Let me do it!" Shyam murmured.

Kalpana stood, shocked into silence as Shyam once again unbuttoned her kameez and scooped her breasts out of her sports bra. He bent and licked her nipples till they became shiny with his saliva. He pressed the powder applicators against her wet nipples and then pulled the bra over her bosom.

"There! Now they will stay properly covered." He whispered, patting her bosom possessively after he buttoned up her kameez. Kalpana could only nod dumbly.

"So are you feeling OK now?" Shyam asked, cocking an eyebrow.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Good! During the presentation, make sure that you make eye contact with everybody. People like that. And that includes me. Otherwise, people will suspect something's going on between us. Got it?" Shyam asked.

"Yes sir!" She responded, looking shyly into his eyes. His gaze seemed to convey an unspoken message that he expected to finish their unfinished business soon...

Shyam had booked a suite at the hotel for his use on that day. He went up to his suite to shower, dress, eat breakfast and get ready for the presentation.

***

The presentation went off well. At the end of it, Trident's MD congratulated Sigma's Mr. Srinivas for a job well done. Besides having been really impressed with the presentation, he also had a soft corner for Srinivas, because he was an ex-Trident hand. He also mentioned Kalpana by name and complimented Mr. Srinivas for having assembled a fine team. He jocularly threatened to steal her from Sigma if Srinivas didn't treat her well.

Being busy, Trident's senior management people left soon thereafter, leaving Shyam and a few of his colleagues along with Srinivas, Kalpana and other Sigma staffers to review and dissect the happenings during the presentation and excitedly plot their future strategy. Srinivas expressed his admiration for Kalpana's performance, commenting on how confident, animated, enthusiastic and vivacious she was and how well she connected with everyone.

Kalpana blushed at all the praise coming her way, glancing at Shyam every once in a while. Her glances seemed to be asking him whether all the praise was for real and also thanking him for the great confidence booster and stress buster he had administered to her in the morning. Shyam's smiles and nods seemed to confirm his agreement and acknowledge her thanks. During lunch break, Shyam found a few moments with Kalpana, out of others' earshot.

"Please see me in my suite at 5 PM." Shyam said in a quiet, matter of fact manner, turning away almost immediately to start talking to someone else.

***

At those words, Kalpana found herself crashing out of cloud nine to land on mother earth with an almost audible thud. She flinched as all the feelings of guilt for having betrayed her husband's trust that she had managed to suppress for so long came rushing up, hitting her almost like a physical blow. She suddenly found herself in a cocoon, disconnected from others in the room who continued to eat and chat, unaware of her mental turmoil. She mechanically kept up the pretense of responding to others' conversation, while her mind dwelt on the enormity of what had happened between Shyam & herself that morning. She barely held on to her composure while the others finished lunch and slowly dispersed; no doubt to enjoy a happy weekend with their families.

She burst into tears the moment she was alone. Great sobs wracked her body as she buried her face in her hands and let the tears flow. Memories of the many events & happenings in her married life came welling up, happy & sad, romantic, intimate, mundane, funny; their first night together, their first fight, the birth of their first child, the holiday in Shimla... She remembered the comforting post coital closeness and intimacy she had shared with Kapil so many times in their long marriage. How could she have allowed herself to forget all that and let a stranger take her? No, she had not just allowed a stranger to take her; she had actually enjoyed being taken! Her guilt hurt her all the more because of the intensity of the climax she had experienced with Shyam. I am a slut and I deserve whatever punishment my husband gives me, she thought masochistically. Oh God! How am I ever going to face him! She wondered, cringing. Finally, Kalpana was so drained and exhausted, she nodded off to sleep, sitting at the conference table, head cradled in her arms resting on the table.

***

It was four thirty in the evening when Kalpana was woken up by a knock on the door. It was a hotel staffer who wanted to know whether she needed anything and enquiring whether she was ready to check out of the conference room.

Oh my goodness! She exclaimed to herself when she realized how long she'd been asleep. She asked for a cup of tea and retired to the bathroom to freshen up. Her eyes were swollen & puffy and her nose pink with all the crying she had done. She washed her face and refreshed her makeup, running a brush through her hair. Her mouth felt like ashes and the tea was flat and tasteless. She barely sipped it. She had an empty, melancholy feeling in her heart as she mechanically signed out of the conference room and thanked the hotel staffer.

She deliberately composed herself and kept her mind completely blank as she took the elevator to the executive floor, where Shyam's suite was located. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to say to him. She was sort of hoping that he would send her away after dissecting her performance during the presentation, strictly businesslike with no reference at all to what had happened between them in the morning. Then, she would go home, pretending that nothing had happened, it had all only been a dream...

Her composure vanished the moment the elevator bell dinged and the doors hissed open at the executive floor. By the time she walked to Shyam's suite and knocked on the door, she was edgy & nervous, wiping sweat from her face and pushing back unruly locks of hair & tucking them behind her ears. It was exactly 5 PM. She knew Shyam appreciated punctuality.

The thought of not showing up at all, just walking away from the Sigma job and the Trident project didn't even cross her mind. After all, Kalpana was no quitter; and besides she was very conscientious and dedicated. Perhaps she felt duty bound to let Shyam complete the unfinished business of that morning...

***

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Kalpana boarded a local train at Churchgate. It was a little past 5 PM on a Saturday. The women's first class compartment was only half full. She found a forward facing seat, leaned back and relaxed as the train sped northwards to the distant suburb where she lived.


She felt tired, satiated and totally fucked out after her tryst with "Sir". A little smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she recalled the difficulty she had experienced in walking, on account of her swollen pussy and tired thighs. Her nipples and cunt felt sore.

"Oh God! What a man!" She thought as she remembered the vigorous sexual aggression that Shyam had subjected her to. She clamped her thighs together and closed her eyes as her pussy contracted and panties became moist with her leaking juices.

She was totally overwhelmed by Shyam's Alpha male personality and the way he had effortlessly commanded her to do his bidding. He had made her to surrender to his will and she had found herself helpless to resist him. Having submitted to him, she experienced a sense of great fulfilment. No, she had not betrayed her hubby, she told herself, since it was he who had encouraged her to go ahead, in the first place. Besides, how could anything so intensely pleasurable be sinful? She asked herself. Being a ***** woman, she believed in Karma. If this is what is fated, I have to go ahead and live out my fate, she told herself. She felt liberated from whatever residual pangs of guilt and regret that she had harboured till then.

"I must have done something good in my previous birth because of which I am getting pleasured by two men now." She thought.

She quickly suppressed a giggle that welled up. She looked around to see whether she had attracted any attention, but nobody was paying heed. She wrapped her dupatta securely around her shoulders and let her memories of the day she'd spent with "Sir" play out...

Ever the demanding, result oriented boss, Shyam had escorted Kalpana back to his suite after lunch and had then spent an intense 45 minutes studying the papers Kalpana had brought, asking searching questions and occasionally pointing out areas that needed further work. Having satisfied himself that the report and its recommendations and action plans were generally doable, Shyam had relaxed and was again ready to play.

After ordering coffee from room service, Shyam had plonked down on the sofa and then beckoned Kalpana, patting his knee. Wordlessly and without hesitation, Kalpana had seated herself sideways on his lap. She had snuggled up to him, rested her head on his chest and exhaled a luxuriant sigh of pleasure. Shyam's fingers had unerringly homed in on the buttons running down the front of her kameez. Soon, they had wormed their way under her slip and bra and had started playing with her nipples. Even as her nipples had stiffened in response, Kalpana had felt Shyam's cock harden under her thigh. She'd looked up at him with half open lips. Responding to her unspoken invitation, he had run his tongue over her lips and then covered them with his mouth, while his tongue explored the warm recesses of her mouth. She had started moaning as he firmly gripped her breast and kneaded it. After enjoying her soft, yielding bosom in his hand and her warm, fragrant mouth with his tongue and lips, Shyam had released her breast and cupped her chin as he'd looked deeply in her eyes. That look had melted Kalpana's innards and turned her into mush.

"Suck my cock!" Shyam had demanded huskily.

Kalpana had gotten off his lap and knelt between his knees. She had taken her time to kiss and breathe in the scent of his crotch and rubbed her cheek against his cock over his trousers. She had felt him slowly come to full hardness. Shyam had impatiently held her by her hair against his crotch and started humping her face. Responding to his urgency, she had finally opened his trousers and pulled down his boxer shorts, to uncover his erect cock in its full naked glory.

A surge of happiness had filled her as she had looked at the incontrovertible evidence of the success of her effort to please her master. Thus encouraged, she had pulled back his foreskin and licked the wet drooling head of his cock, inhaling deeply the musky, masculine scent emanating from it. She had closed her lips around his shaft and leaned forward, impaling her mouth on his cock and withdrawing a little when the crown entered her throat and made her to gag. She had then let Shyam hold her head and fuck her mouth, while she maintained a tight seal of her lips around his shaft. She'd licked the crown and underside of his shaft as it thrust in and out of her mouth, occasionally pushing his hips back when he thrust too aggressively and caused her to gag.

"I am going to fuck you from behind now!" Shyam had growled after pleasuring himself with her mouth for a long while, establishing his total control over her.

Kalpana had let Shyam remove her salwar and panties. He'd made her to kneel on the floor facing the bed and rested her torso on the bed. He had then administered a couple of playful whacks on her naked ass, just to create the proper atmosphere and assert his dominance. He'd then pumped a couple of fingers into her hot, sopping wet pussy, to make sure she was ready for him. Her pussy had offered no resistance as he had shoved in his hard cock to the hilt in a single slow, powerful thrust. He'd gripped her hips and started thrusting slow and deep, fucking her doggie style. Kalpana had experienced a couple of little orgasms as he'd spanked her bottom. That had primed her pussy and prepared it for the carnal feast that he then unleashed.


"Mmhh... mmmhhh... mmhhh..." Kalpana thrust her fist into her mouth to stifle the moans that welled up from within her as Shyam gradually built up the tempo of his thrusts, until his hips were slamming against her ass and his animal grunts provided a counterpoint to her moans. In the doggie position, the rim of his crown was stimulating her G spot and Kalpana quickly experienced a massive climax. Shyam stopped thrusting and enjoyed Kalpana's climax as her body shuddered and her cunt contracted around his cock. Shyam was out of breath and sweating profusely. Kalpana's body too was completely soaked with sweat -- her own as well as Shyam's.


Shyam was still erect in Kalpana's pussy, and was not even close to his climax. In fact he was surprised how he had attained an erection and maintained it so long, so soon after he had ejaculated earlier in the day. At his age, he rarely was able to get it up twice in a day. As he paused to catch his breath, he reached under Kalpana, rubbed his fingers on her slit and teased her clit. He then thrust his wet fingers in her mouth and made her suck them one by one. He kept rubbing her clit with his fingers while his cock was still buried inside her cunt, making her climax once again. Shyam got his second wind as her hot mouth sucked his fingers and he resumed his thrusts. But soon, Kalpana sensed that Shyam's stamina was faltering and he needed help. She started thrusting back against his hips and clenching her pussy around the base of his cock. This helped keep him hard and with one final burst of energetic thrusts, he ejaculated deep inside her. This time, his gonads were able to produce hardly half a teaspoon of semen. That was no concern to either of them as he collapsed against her prone body and buried his face in her fragrant tresses.

Kalpana's pussy had become raw and inflamed with the prolonged, energetic fucking and while she was not complaining, she was rather relieved when Shyam finally unloaded himself and collapsed against her. Although she was in the prime of her sexuality and Shyam was a skilful lover, her body was not as young and resilient as it used to be. She knew that Shyam had pushed her to the limit of her endurance.

***

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As Shyam slowly recovered his breath after collapsing on top of Kalpana, he too was amazed at his capacity to fuck a woman twice in the space of a few hours. His cock stung as he pulled back his foreskin. The cockhead was bruised and red. He would probably not be able to get it up again for a day or two, he mused.

"Tumhari choot itni tight hai ki tumne merey lund ki khal hi utar dali!"

"You have such a tight cunt that you nearly peeled the skin off my cock!" He exclaimed spontaneously in crude Hindi.

Exposure to erotic English movies and stories courtesy her hubby Kapil had desensitized her to explicit English words like cock, cunt, ass, fuck etc. But her genteel, middle class Indian upbringing made her recoil in horror when she heard synonymous words in Hindi like lund, choot, gaand, chudai etc. Early in their marriage, she had told her hubby Kapil quite firmly her dislike of such language and he had thereafter respected her sensibilities.

Kalpana was naturally scandalized at Shyam's use of such crude Hindi words. Her embarrassment left her speechless. She cringed and buried her face in a pillow, saying nothing. Even so, his language awakened an illicit thrill of excitement somewhere deep within her...

Shyam was pleased, but not surprised at how tightly her pussy had gripped his cock. He knew that the notion of pussies inevitably becoming loose with age, use and childbearing was just not true. Although Kalpana was in her thirties and had borne two children, her pelvic floor muscles were strong and well-toned, thanks to her habit of doing regular exercises and yoga. Contractions of her pussy muscles during regular and energetic sex with Kapil had also helped to keep her pussy tight.

"But don't get your hope up that this will happen every time we meet. After all I am not a young stud anymore!" He admonished.

"Chhee! Kaisi baaten kar rahe hain aap!"

"How can you talk like that!" Kalpana responded, her ears red with embarrassment.

It was not clear whether she was protesting his use of vulgar Hindi or his admission of the limits of his stamina. Moreover, she was not used to talking openly about such matters. She was nevertheless thrilled with Shyam's implied promise of more such meetings. Gathering courage, she decided to tease him a bit.

"Aapne kaise samajh liya ki hum phir se milenge?"

"What makes you think that we will meet again?" She asked cheekily.

"Haan, yeh bhi sach hai. Ab hamare project ka kaam toh kareeb kareeb poora ho gaya hai."

"That's right. After all the work on our project is almost completed." Shyam played along with a straight face.

"Ji!"

"Yes!" She said.

"Phir bhi, agar zaroorat pade toh tumhe bula lenge. Aaogi na?"

"Still, if needed I'll call you. You'll come, won't you?" Shyam asked with a sly smile.

"Aapki zaroorat poori karneko toh aana hi padega na?"

"I'll have to come if you need me, isn't that so?" Kalpana responded, her eyes twinkling.

"Bilkul theek. Tumhari bhi koi zaroorat ho toh bhi tum aa sakti ho! Tumhari zarooratein poori karne ki poori koshish karoonga."

"Good. You too can come if you need something. I'll do my best to fulfil your needs." Shyam promised.

Both knew exactly what "needs" they were talking about.

"We should have a proper channel to communicate. No point in needlessly involving others, don't you think? Shyam asked, coming down to practical matters.

Kalpana nodded in assent.

"Tell you what. Why don't you set up a new email account? Let me know the ID and password on Monday. That way, we can communicate through that account by saving messages in the Drafts folder. OK?" Shyam suggested.

"Yes Sir!" Kalpana responded.

She then disappeared into the bathroom and emerged fifteen minutes later, clean, well-groomed and smelling of a light floral perfume. Shyam speeded her on her way with a quick kiss and a playful whack on her bottom.

***

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She had not carried a change of clothes with her. Hence she had to wear the same clothes through the day they had absorbed their mingled sweat. So, although she had showered again just before leaving Shyam, she could still smell his scent on her. She decided to throw her clothes in the laundry hamper and shower again as soon as she reached home. She planned to tell Kapil all that had happened when they retired to their bedroom for the night.


It was close to 8 PM when Kalpana reached home. Although the lights were on, the house was oddly silent. She had expected to be mobbed by her kids but was surprised to see that only Kapil was at home.

"Amma bachchon ko lekar unke kissi friend ke ghar birthday party ke liye gayi hai. Ghar lautne ko shayad aur ek do ghante lag sakte hain."

"Mother has taken the kids to a friend's birthday party. They should be back in an hour or two." Kapil told her.

"Oh! OK." Kalpana responded.

Kapil was usually out with his friends on Saturday evenings and hence Kalpana was caught off guard to find him home. She had hoped for some time to compose herself before meeting him.

"Let me go freshen up and change." She told Kapil and headed towards their bedroom, but he blocked her way.

"Pehle mujhe batao aaj kya hua!"

"First tell me what happened today!" Kapil demanded, with a strange glitter in his eyes.

"Haan, sab batati hoon, lekin mujhe change toh karne dijiye!"

"Yes, I'll tell you everything. But let me change first!" She exclaimed.

But Kapil would have none of it. He pulled Kalpana into a tight embrace. She felt her hubby's cock harden against her belly as he kissed her roughly. He pushed her to a wall and thrust his hips against her. He buried his nose in her bosom and inhaled the soiled scent of her clothes.

"Tumhare kapdon par uski gandh hai!"

"I can smell his scent on your clothes!" Kapil exclaimed gruffly

That excited Kapil even more. The buttons of her salwar flew off as he roughly pulled it open. He fondled her naked breasts and kissed her again, probing her mouth with his tongue. Although Kalpana had had a full day and was rather tired, she could not fail to get aroused by Kapil's rough love play. She too started kissing him back passionately.

"Tumne uske saath jo kiya woh sab mujhe batao!"

"Now tell me everything that you did with him!" Kapil demanded.

"Zara rukiye! Bachche or Maaji lautate honge! Raat ko bedroom mein sab batati hun."

"Let's wait till nightfall. I'll tell you everything in the bedroom then. Mother-in-law and the kids might return any time." She tried to reason with him, but Kapil would have none of it.

"Nahi. Tumne uske saath jo kuchh kiya woh sab ABHI merey saath karo!"

"No. Do with me NOW everything that you did with him!" Kapil upped the ante, his eyes glittering dangerously.

Kalpana felt an odd thrill of excitement as she saw the possessive madness in his eyes. She quickly locked the main door of the flat. She then unbuckled his belt. Soon, his trousers and shorts were lying on the floor and Kalpana was stroking his erect cock. She seated him on the sofa and looked up at him as she knelt between his knees.

"Aah! Toh tumne usko aise choosa?"

"Ah! So is this how you sucked him?" Kapil asked as Kalpana took his cock in her mouth and started pleasuring him.

She let him roughly fuck her mouth by holding her head in his hands, occasionally letting him slip into her throat. Her pussy was so sore that she would have preferred Kapil to finish in her mouth instead of fucking her pussy. But she wanted to satisfy his desire to do what Shyam had done earlier in the day. So when she sensed that he was close to climaxing, she stopped him and pulled his cock out of her mouth with a plop. She quickly removed her salwar and panties and positioned herself on her knees against the sofa. Kapil then took her doggie style. She winced and a cry of pain escaped her lips as Kapil's hard cock stretched open her bruised pussy.

"Usne tumhe aise kiya kya?"

"Did he do you like this?" Kapil snarled as he started fucking her energetically.

"This is my punishment. I must bear it." She thought as she bit her lower lip and endured the pain.

Her punishment was short lived, however. Pretty soon, the pain was replaced by a throbbing heat. The heat built up into waves of pleasure that emanated from her pussy and spread all over her body. Soon, Kapil climaxed and unloaded himself inside her, triggering her umpteenth orgasm of the day. After regaining their breaths, they uncoupled.

"Bas! Poore din bhar mein sirf itna hi hua?"

"Is that all that happened in the whole day?" Kapil asked mockingly.

"Ab main poori thak gayi hoon. Is waqt iske aage nahi bata sakti."

"I am completely fagged out. I can't tell you anything more now." Kalpana whispered.

She gathered all her strength and resolutely pushed Kapil away. She was barely able to stand up. She summoned up her reserves of energy and walked unsteadily to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She collapsed on the bed and lay there, dazed. She emerged twenty minutes later. Although she had freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes, she looked tired.

Not a moment too soon, as it turned out, since the doorbell rang and the kids burst in, followed by their grandmother, all happy and excited about the party they had been to.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shyam called Srinivas, Kalpana's boss for a meeting, during which all the loose ends of the Trident project were tied up. After the meeting, Shyam took Srinivas aside and requested him to allow Kalpana to continue to unofficially assist Shyam in the implementation of Trident's marketing plan from time to time, as needed. Srinivas readily agreed to Shyam's request. After all, Shyam was Srinivas's old boss and benefactor. Srinivas was well aware of Shyam's reputation as a lady killer. But if he had any doubts about Shyam's true motive behind the request, he kept them to himself.


"Has Kalpana fallen under Belekar's spell?" Srinivas wondered. He hadn't detected any signs of that happening.

"Well, if she has, she's certainly not the first. Probably won't be the last too. Lucky old goat!" He mused, a slow smile spreading on his face.

Having settled that with Srinivas, Shyam lost no time in calling Kalpana to his office to brief her about the arrangement.

"We will keep in touch through the email account that you've set up. OK?" Said Shyam.

"Yes... Yes Sir!" Kalpana stuttered, her heart fluttering wildly. The thought of saying no to "Sir" didn't even cross her mind. Within a few days, Kalpana got Shyam's first message in the Drafts folder of their shared email ID. It was short and to the point, asking her to meet him for lunch the next day, at a restaurant in a midtown luxury hotel. Her face flushed, heart somersaulted and nipples stiffened as she read the message.

"Yes Sir!" Her reply was equally short and direct.

***

"Unfortunately, we won't be able to properly review the Trident marketing project today. The Managing Director has suddenly called an important meeting in the evening. I have just cancelled our room reservation. Still, we have plenty of time for a good meal!" Shyam informed Kalpana with a naughty smile as the maître d' hotel seated them at a table in a hidden corner of the restaurant.

They sat next to each other, close enough to be able to converse softly and yet not so close that passers-by would wonder whether they were intimate. The top of the table was lit by a low overhead lamp. The surrounding illumination was low. The tablecloth covered their laps. Shyam quickly ordered food and drink and then went on to describe the finer points of the food and wine they had ordered. He was his usual calm, self-assured and attentive self. He had taken off his jacket and wore a formal shirt and an expensive hand-made silk tie, looking suave and dapper as ever. Kalpana's heart fluttered as she savoured his close physical proximity. She was flattered that such an attractive, personable and powerful man found her worthy of his attention.

The service was unobtrusive and quick. The waiter disappeared after serving their food and drinks. Kalpana perfunctorily tasted the food and kept her fork down. Try as she might, she could not focus either on the food or on what Shyam was saying. She fell under a spell as she gazed intently at Shyam, listening to his smooth, low baritone voice and breathing in his masculine scent that had the slightest undertone of an expensive aftershave. Of its own volition, her hand slowly crept into his lap. Startled, Shyam looked at her and noticed her slightly unfocussed gaze and trembling, half open lips.

"Do you know what you are doing, Kalpana?" Shyam whispered.

She averted her gaze and said nothing, letting him hold her hand and caress her palm with his thumb. Slowly, he placed her hand over his crotch. She pressed it a little, and slowly moved it up and down, lightly caressing his growing hardness. Shyam never expected Kalpana, the outwardly prim and proper wife and mother to do something like this. Indeed in his long and varied experience with women he had come across just two who had done anything comparable. His pulse rate shot through the roof and his cock became fully hard, straining uncomfortably against the confines of his shorts. His inhibitions too went out the window.

"Go to the ladies room and take off your bra. I want to feel your nipples." Shyam ordered hoarsely, his heart thumping against his ribcage.

Kalpana was aghast at what she had started without conscious intent and stunned at Shyam's order. Never in her life had a thought of doing anything like this crossed her mind. Yet, she felt impelled to comply. She got up and walked to the ladies room, almost in a trance. She was wearing a saree and blouse outfit that day.

"Why am I doing this?" She wondered as she locked herself in a toilet cubicle and unwrapped her pallu. She unhooked her front opening blouse, reached behind and unclasped her bra. She pulled the shoulder straps of the bra through the short sleeves of her blouse, then disentangled them from her arms and pulled her bra off. She held her naked breasts in her hands and felt their weight, while looking at her stiff nipples and imagined it was "Sir's" hands that were holding her breasts. She felt a liquid fire light up in her pussy and dampen her panty. She closed the hooks of her blouse and adjusted her braless breasts so that they nestled comfortably and her cleavage showed through the neck opening. She then wrapped her pallu securely around her shoulders and returned to their table. She slid into her seat and settled down close to Shyam. There was no mistaking their intimacy now.

"Give it to me!" He said.

He noted her hesitation as she gingerly pulled the bra out of her handbag.

"Don't worry. You'll get it back before we leave!" He assured her as he held her bra to his nose and sniffed it appreciatively. He didn't try to hide what he was doing and anybody passing by surely would have noticed what he was sniffing. Kalpana's face was red with shame and yet she was oddly thrilled at the prospect of being caught.

"You know, you have the most wonderful scent. Your breasts, your mouth, your cunt..." Shyam whispered as he put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She made no objection to his explicit language. Instead, she blushed and felt sticky secretions ooze out of her pussy. Shyam's other hand sneaked under her pallu from below. Slowly, oh so slowly, his fingers and palm caressed her breasts and grazed her taut nipples. Only the thin fabric of her cotton blouse separated his hand from her breasts. Kalpana could barely suppress a moan that welled up.

"Open your blouse!" Shyam whispered. With trembling hands, Kalpana reached under her pallu and opened the lower three hooks. He snaked his hand boldly inside her half open blouse and started possessively caressing and fondling her naked breasts. He rolled and pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Her lust awakened, Kalpana was enjoying Shyam's play as much as he was but she was also frightened at being caught. Although all the action was happening out of sight and in dim light under the cover of her pallu, a keen observer could have easily guessed what was happening. The thought of being caught further fanned her passion. She kept her face down and bit her lip, straining to keep from moaning.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You know, you seduced me with your nipples that day. What a shameless slut!" Shyam whispered into her ear while continuing to play with her nipples, referring to their meeting in the conference room on the day of the presentation.


"What cheek! After forcing himself on me he has the gall to blame my nipples!" The thought floated lazily through her mind as she thrilled to the sensations caused by his skilled fingers.

"Mmh..." She moaned almost inaudibly.

She could have angrily rebuked him and pushed him away. But she was so crazed with lust that she responded by arching her back and pushing her breast against his palm. Shyam continued to knead her breast and then pinched her nipple hard, well aware of what that was doing to her.

"Unnhh!" A low moan escaped her lips in spite of her best efforts to suppress it, as a sharp jolt of pain and intense pleasure radiated outward from her nipple. That immediately woke her up from her trance.

"Excuse me!" She said hoarsely as she straightened up, removed Shyam's hand from inside her blouse and disentangled herself from his arm around her waist.

"Mujhe ab jana chahiye!"

"I must go now!" She whispered between jagged breaths as she snatched the bra lying on Shyam's lap and put it in her handbag. Shyam could sense from her unsteady gait how aroused she was as she walked to the ladies room.

"I must fuck her now!" He decided, unmindful of the meeting with his MD that evening.

As always a man of action, Shyam made a couple of calls. First, he requested the hotel reception to restore the cancelled reservation for the room. He then called his executive assistant and informed him about a slight change in his plan. Instead of a review meeting in his midtown office in preparation for the meeting with the MD, Shyam would now meet him directly at Trident's headquarters in south Mumbai and would he kindly come ready with all the papers etc.? Shyam then sat back and relaxed, humming under his breath. He had no doubt that Kalpana would not simply go away without saying goodbye. By the time she returned from the ladies room a quarter of an hour later, Shyam had the card key for a room with him.

***

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Kalpana looked at herself in the mirror and saw her inflamed eyes with reddish threads running on the whites, lips swollen and half open and bosom rising and falling erratically. A fine sheen of sweat glowed on her skin. Her pussy throbbed with arousal.


"Oh god! What's wrong with me? Why am I behaving like a shameless slut in broad daylight? I must get a hold of myself." She thought.

She splashed cold water several times on her face to cool herself down. Locking herself in a toilet cubicle, she put on her bra again, taking care not to touch her nipples. She put on a fresh panty that she'd carried with her after wiping her pussy dry and stowed the soiled panty in her handbag. Its gusset was completely soaked with her sticky, lubricious secretions. She straightened her clothes, brushed her hair and composed her face into a semblance of normalcy. She prudently decided to wear sunglasses to hide her eyes that still showed signs of her waning arousal. She then returned to their table to take leave of Shyam.

***

"Chalo! Hamare paas ab dedh ghanta hai!"

"Come! We have an hour and a half!" Shyam told her, rising from his seat and leading the way to the elevators.

All thought of leaving went out the window and Kalpana's ebbing arousal shot up again. Once again her pussy dripped secretions and soiled her fresh panties. Her heart thudded against her ribcage and nipples hardened and pushed against the confines of her bra. She didn't utter a word as she meekly followed him into an elevator. There were a few other people in the large elevator and although there was plenty of space, Kalpana and Shyam stood close to each other, looking straight ahead. Her hand crept into his and received a quick, reassuring squeeze. She waited impatiently for the elevator to stop at their floor. She was primed and ready, eagerly awaiting the fuck-fest she knew "Sir" would unleash...

The moment the door of the room shut behind them, Shyam pushed Kalpana against a wall, humping his hips against her. Her handbag slipped off and her pallu fell off her shoulders.

"Anhhh..." She moaned as he scooped her generously sized breasts out of her blouse and fondled them roughly. He held her chin in his hand and turned her face up. Breathing hard, they rubbed their lips against each other and their tongues duelled, too impatient to engage in a long kiss. Separating, Shyam undressed quickly until he was only in his boxer shorts, while Kalpana too took off her blouse and bra and faced him, her large breasts rising and falling, inviting him to fondle them. He quickly untucked her saree from around her waist and loosened the drawstring of her petticoat, both garments pooling around her ankles.

"Uuhhh..." She reacted as he thrust his hand under the waistband of her panties and cupped her bald mound, feeling the heat and wetness. His middle finger easily parted her labia and went deep inside her hot, well lubricated cunt. She moved her feet a little further apart to give him better access as he fingered her using one and then two fingers, all the time looking intently into her eyes.

He quickly spread a Turkish towel the bed on and lay her down. He propped her up in a semi reclining pose by putting a couple of thick pillows under her shoulders. He slid off his boxers and knelt between her legs, then slid her panties off too. She eyed his thick, engorged cock through half closed eyes as it swayed and bobbed with his movements. The cockhead was partially covered with his foreskin and was wet with his precum. He surveyed her reclining form. She was completely naked but her breasts were covered by her crossed arms. On the other hand, her legs were parted and her inner lips were clearly visible, red with arousal. He could actually see clear fluid leaking out of her slit. He chuckled at the contrast between her leaking cunt lewdly on display and her breasts modestly hidden behind her crossed arms. Quite unconsciously, her hips thrust upwards ever so slightly, in a come hither motion. He moved her hands over her head and she let them rest there. Her breasts were now uncovered, awaiting his pleasure. He squatted on his haunches and pulled her hips towards him until his cockhead kissed her nether lips.

"Unhhh..." Kalpana moaned as she felt his cock slowly and smoothly invade her most private passage. Her cunt offered no resistance to his cock at all. It just opened up and fitted snugly around his shaft. With a couple of in and out movements he lodged himself fully in and felt her cervix against his cockhead.

"Hnhhh..." Shyam grunted, savouring the wet heat of her cunt and felt her tightening her muscles around the base of his cock. He slowly pulled out and thrust in again, looking at her face as she experienced a series of little climaxes lit by the friction of his cock. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the waves of pleasure that rolled in, starting at her pussy and washing all over her body. After half a dozen leisurely thrusts, Shyam stopped, his cock buried deep inside her, his pubic hair tickling her bald mound. He lifted his torso off of her and lightly slapped her cheeks, waking her up from her stupor.

"Neeche dekho!"

"Look down!" He whispered.

She looked down between her breasts and watched with fascination as his cock slowly pulled out of her pussy until only the head remained buried. The shaft was shiny and wet with their juices and she could actually see her inner lips as they were pulled out, wrapped tightly around his cock. This visual stimulation, added to the sensations emanating from the friction of his cock against her pussy as Shyam gradually speeded up his deep powerful thrusts was too much for her to bear.

"Nnhh... Nnhh... Nnh..." She moaned, her eyes closed and her face contorted in a rictus of lust as Shyam continued to pound her, until suddenly she held her breath and her cunt started spasming around his cock.

Kalpana wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down on top of her as she went into the throes of a powerful climax. Tears streamed out of her eyes. She released her breath in a big rush and slowly recovered from the orgasmic high. She opened her eyes and Shyam's face loomed into view. She planted a series of small, loving kisses on his lips. The expression on her face was that of total satiation and release. She relaxed, savouring the post coital intimacy and the warmth and weight of his body resting on top of her. Suddenly, she coughed a little. Her pussy reflexively tightened around his cock, still hard and buried deep inside her. She realized then that he hadn't yet come. A wan smile lit up her face as she tightened her pussy around his cock and thrust her hips up, urging him wordlessly to continue fucking.

Shyam of course didn't need any encouragement. He had merely paused to catch his breath and to savour the sight of Kalpana living through her intense orgasm. Nothing pleased him more than to see a woman experiencing a good solid climax of his own making. He locked the back of her knees in the crook of his elbows, bent forward and licked her lips and sucked her tongue as it flicked out between her lips. He fondled her full breasts as he started thrusting his hard cock deep inside her tight hot cunt. He started grunting as the speed and power of his thrusts built up, taking his pleasure of her hot young body. Both started sweating profusely as his hard cock battered her already bruised and used cunt, producing loud slapping and slurping sounds. Kalpana teetered on the brink of pain and pleasure as her soft and fleshy mons and thighs absorbed the thrusts of his hips and his cock ravaged her innards. Soon she sensed his rhythm becoming erratic and knew he was close to his climax.

Finally, with a loud "Aaahhh..." Shyam spurted semen deep inside her pussy. This triggered another of the many climaxes she experienced that afternoon. He collapsed on top of her, his face nestling against her dishevelled hair. She lovingly combed her fingers through his short salt and pepper hair, cooing sweet nothings in his ear. A gurgle of laughter welled up her lips as she felt his deflated cock slip out of her pussy and their combined juices oozed out, tickling her. He lifted himself off of her and both looked at the junction of her outspread thighs, where her hairless pussy gaped open, her inner lips inflamed, red and smeared with cum.

Most of the lovemaking between Kalpana and her hubby happened at night, in the dim light of a night lamp. So she was not used to being naked in bright light. Only the intoxication of her lust had overcome her inhibitions and had allowed herself to be stripped and exposed to her lover's gaze, in bright light. With her lust ebbing, Kalpana suddenly felt ashamed at the wanton display of her most private place. Quickly she closed her thighs, pulled a sheet over her body and covered her face with her hands, squirming with embarrassment.

Shyam chuckled at her discomfiture. Admonishing her not to move, he quickly went to the bathroom. After washing his own crotch, he returned with a couple of napkins. He fought off her hands that tried to hold on to the sheet covering her body and held them over her head till she stopped struggling. She finally gave in and offered no resistance as he pulled the sheet off. She wriggled and squirmed with pleasure as he proceeded to wipe her down, first with a wet napkin, followed by a dry napkin. He started with her face and then moved down to her neck, her armpits, her breasts, finally down to her pussy. She let him spread her thighs apart and clean up her gaping pussy. He pushed her legs over her chest, lifting her hips off of the towel she was lying on and cleaned up her backside too. He pulled off the soiled towel and rested her back on bed. Surveying his handiwork with satisfaction, he couldn't resist bending and planting a kiss on her hairless pussy. She still smelt of their combined juices.

Shyam checked his watch and realized that they could spend another forty-five minutes together. They lay snuggled against each other, Kalpana's head resting on his shoulder, a leg thrown over him while her fingers played with the coarse salt and pepper hair on his chest. Once in a while she pecked his chest, his hair tickling her nose.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Kalpana tumhare saath main phir jawan ho jata hoon!"


"Kalpana I once again become young when I am with you!" He told her. She squirmed with pleasure at his compliment.

"Main bhi aapke saath ek chhoti ladki ban jati hun. Befikar!"

"I too become a young girl in your company. Carefree!" She responded shyly.

That was true. In his company she forgot that she was a married woman and a mother of two. Her mind went back to her college days as she closed her eyes and slipped into a nap. He lay relaxed in a pleasant post coital stupor, his fingers slowly running through her lustrous thick tresses and caressing her soft silky skin. After a quarter hour, he shook her shoulder to wake her up.

"Time to go!" He announced.

She hurried to the bathroom and emerged ten minutes later, properly dressed and hair combed and tied into a juda. Only the faintest signs of their lovemaking could be detected in her eyes. She had been forced to wear a used panty, since both her panties had become soiled.

"I must bring more underwear next time. God knows how many will get soiled!" She mused.

"There isn't enough time today, but the next time I want to watch you getting dressed." He told her. She stuck her tongue out at him, in mock disapproval.

They parted with a quick but intimate kiss, after he promised another rendezvous soon.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The events of the afternoon played out before her mind's eye as the local train speeded Kalpana towards the distant suburb she lived in. She blushed and squirmed in embarrassment as she recalled how she had without her conscious volition provoked "Sir" into groping her in a public place. How could I be so shameless? She asked herself. Once again her nipples stiffened and her pussy became moist as she remembered the moments when "Sir" had fondled her bare breasts and played with her nipples in an open restaurant, albeit under the cover of her pallu. She closed her eyes and allowed herself the pleasure of reliving the entire passion filled afternoon, culminating with his fleeting kiss on her pussy. How she wished "Sir" could have continued to lick her down below as he had done on an earlier occasion...


When hubby Kapil had first tried to introduce her to oral sex early in their marriage, she had been repelled by the whole idea of contact between mouth and genitals, considering genitals to be unclean and filthy. Over time however, by watching sex films and reading erotic literature, she had slowly overcome her inhibitions. Her love for hubby Kapil had encouraged her to indulge his desires. Soon, she had grown first to tolerate and then to like giving head to Kapil. Eventually, fellatio had become one of the regular features of their lovemaking. The scent of his crotch, the taste of his secretions and the feeling of his hot, hard, rubbery, throbbing cock in her mouth was now associated with a sense of intimacy and security that she looked forward to. Kapil too reciprocated by licking her pussy and sucking on her clitoris, although not as often as she would have wished. However, despite their closeness and intimacy she still felt shy about asking Kapil to go down on her and counted her lucky stars when he did so. And now, here was "Sir" who seemed to love giving oral pleasure to her, just as much as he loved to have his cock sucked...

She wondered how Kapil would react to the incident of public groping. Although she had long since overcome any guilt or inhibition about her dalliance with "Sir" and had in fact shared everything that had happened so far with her hubby, she still felt a bit uneasy about sharing this incident with him. She knew Kapil was aroused by the thought of another man enjoying his wife, but would he be willing to tolerate a public spectacle of the whole thing? Had she gone too far, she wondered. Since Kapil had gone on a fortnight long tour, she had plenty of time to sort out her thoughts.

***

Shyam became extremely busy in consultations with the MD and strategy sessions with his executive team to give shape to some upcoming projects. He had a very organized mind and could keep his business and professional responsibilities, his dalliances and his family affairs in separate, watertight compartments, switching from one to another as circumstances warranted. He had the capacity to devote 100% of his time and attention to whatever the task was at hand, focussed totally on attaining the goals he set for himself. His business and professional responsibilities always had priority over everything else. That was in fact one of the secrets of his success, although it sometimes made him appear to be cold and ruthless (which he was not), someone to be feared and respected rather than loved (which he didn't mind).

He brought the same focus and energy to bear when he pursued his dalliances with women, wooing, winning and eventually bedding them. His considerate and caring side was not a put on. He genuinely wanted his women to get as much enjoyment as he did, in whatever they did together. And although all his dalliances eventually ended as they had to, they rarely ended in bitterness and discord. Some of his ex-lovers had in fact kept in touch with him long after their affairs had ended. One of his earliest lovers was now pushing seventy, the owner of a large and successful business that was now being run by her son. Even today, Shyam was welcome in her home.

***

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Now that Shyam was engrossed in his work, even a fleeting thought about Kalpana didn't cross his mind. Kalpana on the other hand felt an aching emptiness within her in his absence. In her mid-thirties, she was in the prime of her sexuality. She had enjoyed a very fulfilling sex life with her hubby and in the normal course, she would never have been tempted to stray. But fate had decreed otherwise. Although she had angrily rejected her hubby's suggestions not to summarily rebuff any advances that another man might make, the seed of an idea had nevertheless been planted in her mind. Fate had then brought her and Shyam together. They had slowly (and in her case subconsciously) started feeling attracted to each other. And then at a fortuitous moment, a spark had ignited between them. There had been nothing subtle about his move on her on that fateful day. A part of her had wanted to resist him, but another part of her was strongly attracted to him; moreover she was so totally in awe of him that she had submitted to his lust almost without a fight. She had ended up co-operating with him and ultimately enjoying her ravishment. Even on their first encounter, she had been struck by his considerateness and his skilful lovemaking.


Now, after a few meetings she was headlong in lust with Shyam. She was totally obsessed with him. At the oddest moments, memories of their lovemaking came flooding back, distracting her from whatever she was doing. She was more or less continually in a state of half arousal. Her hubby Kapil could perhaps have helped to take Shyam off her mind, but unfortunately he was out of town. She checked their private email ID every day looking for Shyam's messages, but was disappointed not to find any. In a few days she became desperate. She started sending messages for him to read every day, sometimes twice a day. The email exchanges went somewhat like this:

"Busy? Kalpana"

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"Sir, hope you are OK. Kalpana"

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"Sir, don't work too hard. Kalpana"

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"Can I help you with your new project? Kalpana"

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"Miss you. Your Kalpana."

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"Please can't you at least say hello? Your Kalpana"

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"Eagerly waiting... K"

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"I'm never ever going to talk to you again. K"

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"Sorry about that. Please please please don't be angry. Only YOURS. K"

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One morning after about a week, Kalpana's heart leapt into her mouth as she logged in and found Shyam's message. With unsteady hands she clicked the message open.

"Would you like to spend a day in Alibaug? How about Saturday?"

That was about four days away. There was no explanation for his long silence, no reaction to her increasingly desperate messages, just a bald, matter of fact query. Although it was worded as a request, she knew she was expected to say yes. She read and re-read the message several times, just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. She was euphoric. At last "Sir" had replied to her! All was well, "Sir" hadn't forgotten her after all! Her disappointment, pique and anger evaporated. She barely suppressed an impulse to break into a dance. "Hooray!" She shouted, in her own mind.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Just as she was about to type a confirmation, a blow hit her in the solar plexus. She suddenly remembered that the annual day of her children's school was going to be held on that Saturday. She knew she would never forgive herself if she missed that. On the other hand, she desperately wanted to meet "Sir", to lose herself in his arms, letting him transport her to a place where she had no worries, no responsibilities, where she could be totally carefree. She didn't know what to do. Tense, anxious and nervous, she struggled with herself for a long time, getting hardly any sleep that night. When she woke up the next day, the mist of uncertainty had cleared from her mind. She knew what had to be done. She sat down at her computer and started typing her message. After a quarter of an hour's effort of typing, editing, discarding and retyping, she finally had her message ready:


"Sir, I cannot say no to you, but I have something very important to do this Saturday. Can we please please pleeease meet on another day? I will be grateful. I do want to meet you and be with you always. Only YOURS. K." Her heart was thudding against her ribcage as she read and re-read the message for the umpteenth time before finally hitting the Send key.

Shyam frowned when he read her message. Rescheduling their meeting was no big deal, which he did, by making a few calls. He however was rather concerned about Kalpana's state of mind. Was she becoming obsessive? He wondered. He had always thought of her as mature and stable, someone who knew how to be in control of herself. Had he misjudged her? Perhaps I need to have a long chat with her one of these days, he mused.

***

It was just past seven o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday when she arrived at Churchgate station. She'd caught an early morning fast train. Her eyes lit up as she spotted Shyam waiting for her. He was dressed in a T shirt and Bermudas, a back pack slung over a broad shoulder. Even in his casual attire, he had a commanding presence. To her infatuated eyes, the grey stubble on his face made him look even sexier. He was happy to see that she was dressed in a sari-blouse outfit as he'd suggested. He guided her to a waiting limousine. It was provided by the hotel where Shyam had spent the night, after a late dinner party thrown by his MD to celebrate the successful conclusion of negotiations with their foreign associates. They settled back against the luxurious seat of the limousine and Shyam instructed the driver to take them to Apollo Bunder.

"Kya hum log boat se janewale hain?"

"Are we taking a boat?" She queried, suddenly anxious.

"Han. Kyon? Tumhe kuchh taqleef hoti hai?"

"Yes. Why do you ask? Do you get travel sick?"

"Ji. Kabhi kabhi."

"Yes. Sometimes."

"Koi baat nahi. Mere paas uski dawai hai."

"Don't worry. I have a pill for that."

Considerate and thoughtful as ever, he had carried motion sickness pills with him for just such an eventuality. When they reached Apollo Bunder, she popped half a pill, tilted her head back and washed it down with water from a bottle proffered by Shyam, while he watched the movements of her slender throat. A little water trickled down her neck and disappeared under her pallu. She blushed as she felt his intent gaze upon her. She quickly averted her eyes and patted her lips dry. They were the only passengers in the small private boat Shyam had rented, as it got underway. They decided to stay on the upper deck, feeling the cool breeze on their faces as the boat speeded towards the Mandva jetty.

The steady throb of the engine, the cool breeze on her face, the soporific effect of the travel sickness pill combined with Shyam's comforting presence by her side induced her to slip into a light slumber. Kalpana was transported to her childhood, re-living the memories of her father taking her on early morning rides on his bicycle while she sat in a basket mounted on the handlebar...

She woke up when she sensed a change in the rhythm of the engine as they approached the Mandva jetty. Still a little groggy, she turned her head, expecting to see her father; instead she found Shyam looking at her with a smile playing on his lips.

"Hum pahunch gaye kya?"

"Are we there?" She smiled sleepily at him, wondering why she had mixed him up with the memory of her father...

"Nahi. Abhi aage car se jaana hai."

"Not yet. We have to travel further by car."

A car was waiting for them at the jetty. It was driven by Hamid, Shyam's trusted old driver, who now ran his own car rental business. Shyam knew Hamid could be trusted to keep his secrets. They drove south from Mandva jetty and continued a few kilometres beyond Alibaug, reaching their destination in just over an hour. They alighted at a little cottage located in a lane off to one side, about a fifteen minute walk from the Akshi beach. The cottage was owned by one of Shyam's friends. Shyam and his small circle of wealthy friends each owned little holiday getaways within easy driving distance from Mumbai. They sometimes borrowed each other's properties when in need of a secret meeting place, away from prying eyes. Having started early without eating, they were both hungry. They enjoyed a delicious breakfast of upma, idli, wadas and sambar waiting for them on the dining table.

"Come let's take a walk on the beach. I need to stretch my legs." Shyam invited.

Although the beach was within walking distance, Shyam decided to be driven there. They left their footwear in the car and walked barefoot, enjoying the soft, clean sand under their feet. Although the rainy season had ended, a light cloud cover obscured the sun. The weather was pleasant and a cool breeze blew in from the sea, caressing their faces. The beach was clean and stretched many kilometers in both directions. Being a weekday morning, there were very few people around. The gentle lap lap sound of waves lulled them into cosy intimacy as they walked companionably close to each other on the soft sand, exchanging light banter. She didn't feel overwhelmed by him anymore, in the novel ambience.