First Moresome

First let me straighten out a fib I told in my first story, My First Threesome. I said we were 47, actually I am 37, and Bob is 42, I didn't want to admit Bob got me pregnant at 15, and we married at 16, and 21. I didn't want to admit I was that stupid, but I was. Someone I sent a picture of me and the boys said I sure didn't look 47, so I wanted to be honest about everything. Bob was in college, and I attended a party. I lied about my age, and had sex with Bob, my first time, and the rest is history, but now the kids are gone, and I am having the sex I never had a chance to have, all because sweet Bob wanted to see me being fucked by other men.

That first time was the last weekend in April, and the next was veterans day weekend. A few days before the weekend, the phone rang, and I heard Bob say, hi Jason. My pussy started to get wet, and I hoped he wanted to set something up with us. He did, I heard Bob say that I would have to decide, and he would have me call him. Damn right I would, in a few minutes.

I asked Bob what that was about, he said Jason wanted us to come to the college at their frat house. Well no way I was getting fucked by a couple dozen guys. Jason had told Bob that the only students there where summer school and it was a three day weekend and there would only be a few guys there. A few guys, well that got my interest., and I called Jason. He told me what he told Bob, but I asked what a few guys meant. It meant there might be eight with himself. I told him three was really hard on me so what would eight be like. Jason said his cock was the largest and the others were like Bob's cock. He would tell them they had to be sweet to me, and he wouldn't tell them we were coming until Sat. morning, that way most would surely leave. If they knew I was coming no one would leave. I said let us think about it and I would call him in the morning.

When I hung up I said damn right we are going, then I said get James, our big black vibrator and lets go to bed. We fucked for two hours while watching our video of James, John, and Jason. I had visions of being adored by eight sweet 20 year Olds, and Jason's big almost 12 inch cock.I called Jason the next morning, and told him we were coming and asked what time was the best, and how to find him. He said noon, and gave me directions. He said he could hardly wait, and I asked him their ages, 19 to 22, just right to be real horny.

Saturday finally came and we left , we would get there about noon. Finding the house was easy and we were a few minutes early, but I was so ready. Bob knocked on the door, and a fellow answered and said , I sure hope you are Jen because you are soooooo hot, what a dear, He called Jason and he came in and said invite them in dumb ass, then took me in his arms and gave me a big hug, and then hugged Bob and thanked him for coming. I asked where the rest were and were is the bed, it was upstairs with the others, I asked how many, and he told me eight including him but one was at work and would be here later. Then we went upstairs with me wondering what I had gotten us into.

The bed was a king size mattress on the floor but it was clean with clean sheets on it. The other guys were standing around looking unsure of what to do. Bob introduced us and asked if pictures and video was ok. They said Jason said if we wanted to fuck Jen that was the way it would be, so damn right it was ok. I hugged them all and felt their cocks through their pants, I swear one almost came before I let go. I said lets get undressed and began removing my clothes, they just stood there watching with their pants tenting. Jason told them to wake up and get undressed, at that point clothes began to fly. Their cocks were nice, from six to eight inches long, some fat, and some slim, but nothing compared to Jason, and he knew I loved large cocks.

I asked them to get in a circle around me, I got on my knees and was about to start blowjobs all around when I noticed Jason standing by Bob. They were naked and stroking their cocks. I told Jason to come on over, but he declined, said he was waiting for the right moment and this was the boys party, and Bob was busy videoing and taking pics.



I began sucking each cock for a minute each moving around the circle, when I sensed they were getting close I would stop. After fifteen minutes of this and more precum than you can imagine one asked when the fucking could start. He looked so pitiful, and I was afraid his nuts would bust. So I said right now but a rule we have is Bob always get first crack at my crack, we like to get my pussy nice and slick that way your cocks will slide in so much easier

. I went to the mattress and got on my knees. Bob came over and slipped his cock in my pussy and began fucking me. I knew this was what the others would feel like it and it was good. I watched the boys faces, and they were in a trance again, I don't think they believed they were actually going to fuck someone, much less all of them fucking the same lady, and I am a lady. After several minutes Bob began filling my pussy, then he said look at this guys, and he pulled out, spread some cum on my ass hole and pushed all the way in, they all said can we do that, and Bob said ask Jen.

Bob and I had found out the first time he fucked my ass that it was messy and we didn't like it. He said he read somewhere that the girls on the videos took a fleet enema before a video, I didn't know then how much he did read on the INTERNET, so we began doing that and I had used one before we left this morning because I wanted some ass fucking and DP.

I asked the boys to line up behind Bob and wait their turn, Bob fucked my ass until his cock began bending. Then he pulled out and said next. The first boy asked if he could fuck my ass but I told him after everyone had fucked my pussy we would see. He began fucking me very fast and didn't last but a couple of minutes, but he thought he had done good., everyone had the same reaction, they were so horny, and hot that the longest anyone lasted was five minutes.

I had asked that after each one fucked me they would come around to my head and let me suck their cocks, I hoped when they were hard again they would last longer, and it worked. We began on the second round, and I gave permission to fuck my ass, They loved that, and I asked them to let me suck their cocks after they finished. They said that was nasty, but I explained about the enema, and they were OK with that.

When the last one had finished I asked if they had every double poled, they asked what that was and I showed them. I had one lay down and I got over him and put his cock in and laid down on top of him, them I put my hands back and spread my ass cheeks and asked it they had an idea. Jason told them to someone please put your cock in her ass. Oh the light came on and we had a great time doing that. The only way it could have been better is if the cocks were larger.

After they had all had a chance to DP I asked if Jason was ready to give these boys a lesson, He said he wanted to save the biggest for the last so I would be satisfied when I left, I said that would be you, and he told me maybe not. I laid on my back with a pillow under my ass, but that made my back hurt so they got some more pillows and put them under my back and head, then Jason pushed his cock all the way to his balls, all twelve inches, I was in heaven and asked the boys to suck my breast and rub my clit, I had to show them how to rub my clit, while Jason fucked me hard and long.

The thought came back, what did he mean by maybe not, I asked and one of the boys said when Hoss got off work he would be here and could I guess why he was called Hoss. I asked Jason if this was true and when would he be here. Jason asked if I was excited and I was, then I began to wonder how big it had to be to be called Hoss, I asked Jason if he was bigger than he was, and he said yes. I asked how much bigger and he said wait and see.

I wondered when he would get here and someone said that after what Jason had told them this morning about me, he would probably get off early and if he did he could be here any minute. I asked what Jason had said. They said he had told them I was loving, beautiful, sexy, sweet, and loved big cock, which made Hoss real happy because no one at college would let him fuck them.

I began to worry then, and said so. Jason said not to worry, Hoss was very gentle. I asked Jason if he meant all those nice things. He said indeed he did, I hugged him real hard locked my heals behind his ass and really began to fuck him hard. In a few minutes I heard the door open down stairs, and he asked if Jen was here. They yelled I was and I was wonderful, and come on up.

I looked over Jason's shoulder and nearly fainted, there was the largest black man I had ever seen without an ounce of fat on him. Jason looked over at him and said this is Jen and that is Bob, Jen's husband. Hoss went over and shook Bob's hand and thanked him for coming, and then said to me. Miss Jen, you are sure pretty, and I hope I can make love to you. I thought, Make love, that is too sweet, and told him we would try real hard, all the while Jason was fucking me for all he was worth.

I asked him to undress and began to fuck back at Jason hoping he would finish quick, I squeezed his cock real hard with my pussy, Bob says I have the strongest pussy in the world. It worked, and I felt Jasons cum pumping into me. With small cocks its hard to feel them cum because there is so much room but with a large cock filling me up the cum has to expand my pussy, and I can really feel it.

Jason pulled out and got out of the way. I looked at Hoss and was amazed and wondered if I could really fuck him. It was semi hard and hung almost to his knee. I gasped, and asked how long it was? Hoss said twenty inches, I asked if anyone had a yard stick, and they produced one. I measured from the top at his pubic bone and it was 18 inches, and from the bottom to his sack, it was 20 inches, it was funny they always took the longest measurement , and they can't shove their nuts up a pussy although some try. I asked Hoss to come over and let me hold it, I looked up at his gentle face and asked what his real name was, it was Tony, so I said Tony I hope this works. I stroked his cock and it grew and grew, it probably weighed ten pounds.

I asked how he thought we might start. He suggested me getting on top, that way I could control how much I wanted, I wanted all of it, but that was impossible. He lay down and I got over him, but I am so short that when I sat on his thighs, his cock was laying on my tits, I would have to stand over him for it to touch my pussy.

We saw that wasn't going to work so I got on my knees and told him to push it in but be careful. He said I will Miss Jen, he was so sweet. When he began to push it in very slowly, I began to cum, he only had a couple of inches in and I couldn't stop cumming, One of the boys asked what was wrong with me, I was shaking all over, Bob said I was cumming, and I did that. I shook the entire time. We worked at it for thirty minutes and Bob said he probably had fourteen inches in, and there was at least four more to go.

The boys asked where it was going and Bob told them to come over and feel my stomach, one said it was almost up to my tittes. I swear I could not stop cumming, and I could only grunt when someone asked me anything. Tony was breathing hard and asked if he could start really fucking me now, He had been so gentle I was afraid he wasn't getting much enjoyment out of this, so I said go ahead but be careful. He began to pull almost all the way out with just the head left in then go at it again.

This went on for a long time, with the boys and Bob giving a running commentary of what it looked like, I would see later when we got home and looked at the video. Tony said he had never fucked a woman like this, they wouldn't let him, I said they didn't know what they were missing. After another twenty minutes of Tony giving it all he could he yelled he was cumming, and nearly blew me off his cock, I have never felt anything like it. His cum was running down my legs, and they said look at Jen shake. When it was over Tony pulled out and the rest poured out. He lay beside me and said he would never forget me. I told him he was right, and to give Bob his cell phone number. He kissed and hugged me and said he loved me so much.

I took a shower and kissed everyone and thanked Jason for everything. Jason told me a girl friend of his really wanted to meet me, and he would give us a call and find out when we could meet again.

On the way home I asked Bob if he got Tony's cell number, He had and said that Tony has been going into monster cock chat room and got to know a fellow that was 24, and had the same problem he had, no one would let him fuck them. His name was Juan, a Mexican, which was OK, but I would have to email him and get to know him, and then talk to him on the phone. If anyone ever told me they wanted to fuck my brains out I would hang up. Bob said Tony would arrange that, I told him about Jason and the girl friend. Bob said it was funny how every adventure began another. I'll let you know how it works out if it does. By the way, I cut my hair, too much cum in it, it was a mess the first time.

SUHAAGRAAT (honeymoon)

It was my wedding night (Suhaag Raat) and my friends have brought me into the room decorated with silken drapes, red roses & white jasmines. I was very tired after the wedding, so to freshen myself I took a bath and changed into my wedding night saree. As you know this is the night when my husband will overcome all the hesitancy and pleadings from me. I also knew that he is also a virgin like me.

As I sat on the bed, my husband Rohith came to me. He smelled of after-shave, wedding smells- you know, sandalpaste and turmeric. I was a little nervous when he came near me, and I stood up from the bed as was the tradition. He sat on the bed and we talked about the marriage ceremony and the gifts presented to us, and so sweetly Rohith asked if he could kiss me. He stood up and then gently raised my face, kissed gently on my cheek and made me sit on the bed very near to him. Once seated, he started kissing my eyes and told me that he had been waiting for such an occasion since the day one we had met.

We looked at each other and he took my hands to cover them with his own hands and pulled me closer to him. He asked me whether I felt very tired, and if so we could retire to bed and sleep to which I smiled and asked if he was really that tired to sleep... He just winked at me and with a naughty smile came close to me and started kissing me again. I went wild though it was not the first kiss I got from him. He had kissed me quite a few times, after our engagement, whenever we were alone either at home or whenever we went out. But, this kiss after getting married did do wonders, which I cannot put in words. Even after a gap of about eleven years, the moment I think of the first night, I become so excited and I wish, we had such an occasion every night for years to come.

Our lips met and as our tongues met, we started getting tied up in a very passionate kiss. He began caressing my back and my waist, teasing me with his fingertips. My hands rested on his shoulder and I pressed him against me.

I felt his hands hugging me around my shoulders and I slowly moved in to enjoy his touch. He was in a " kurta pyjama" and I was in a 'saree' and we were just hugging each other, kissing each other, without parting our lips, and just sucking on each other's lips. Then I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth, parting my lips and I allowed him to explore my mouth. While his tongue was exploring my mouth, I felt his hands trying to slip under the 'pallu' of my saree to feel my back, hips, and started to feel my breasts.

Meanwhile his lips slowly traced a wet line on my cheeks, traveled down to my chin, and then to my neck, and licked my neck for some time, enjoying the sweet fragrance (emanating because of the special preparations taken by me for the event), and his hands were busy massaging my breasts through my blouse, without removing any piece of our clothing. I just remained passive, my eyes kept tightly shut, simply enjoying the pleasure of his touch and pressure.

When Rohith started undressing me, I was trembling with excitement, and eager as this was the first time I am going to expose my body to a man (even my mother had seen me only in clothes, whenever I requested her for help to shampoo my hair at the time of bathing - I would hide my body in a towel, or at least there would be my bra and panty) and would be seeing a nude male, all live!

Rohith removed the the pallu of saree off my shoulders, and let it fall down and the portion, which was inserted into the petticoat, was pulled off and he took it off entirely from my body. I was standing before him in my petticoat, and my blouse. He gently whistled, and hugged me once again and while we looked into each other's eyes, began to unbutton my blouse. I watched how his eyes followed his hands from unbuttoning the blouse and slipping it, across my shoulders and down my arm. Now I was in my sexy, lacy, skimpy bra, my firm breasts barely concealed by the flimsy garment. My breasts pushed against my bra, trying to break free.

He guided me to the bed and we lay back on the bed. He released the hooks and eased the straps off and the bra fell on to the bed. My small nipples were flushed and rising. His hands slid across to lift my breasts up to his kisses and to caress my breasts. He squeezed it gently. We both started to breathe deeper.

He played with my nipple. He looked at my breasts and I can tell he liked what he saw. My heart began to race. He took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck. GOD THAT FELT SO GOOD! He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, harder than before and again went back to my breasts. His breath on my left nipple made it rise even further to greet him. He kissed the nipple softly and spread his lips over it. Gently he suckled it, while his left thumb encircled my right nipple and he squeezed both firmly. I threw my head back and moaned. My fingers played in his short hair and across his shoulders.

He drew his attention to the now aching right breast where he flicked his tongue over the erect nipple. He swallowed this one more deeply and ran his tongue around the nipple while in his mouth. He did the kissing on the breasts with great enthusiasm. First on the left and then on the right until he felt my body tense and with a slight moan I relaxed. It was my first orgasm on the wedding night and I thought that I had peed in my panties and petticoat. I felt embarrassed.

Rohit realized what had happened. "Did you come?"

"What is that?" I asked in a lower voice.

"It means, dummy, that you had an orgasm."

"I thought I peed due to my nervousness."

"No, you certainly had an orgasm. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes" I said shyly

He released my breasts and his fingers traced a path down my firm stomach and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my petticoat. His kisses followed the path of his fingers, stopping only to flick his tongue into my navel. He undid the knot on the petticoat. He pulled the string of the petticoat and untied it so that another hurdle is also removed.

The touch of his fingers on the fabric of my now exposed lacy panties sent a shiver through me. His hands ran up the sides of my legs, his thumbs trailing across the inside of my thighs. His kisses went lower to the waistband of my lacy wet panties. I was suddenly aware how warm I was between my legs and imagined he could smell the aroma of my natural perfume. He ran his hands back over my ass and he kissed hard against my wet panties. His fingers hooked into the waistband on the sides and he slowly lowered them over my hips and tight ass. My small pubic hair appeared over the rim of the panties and I parted my legs to allow them to slide down my legs. Once more I lifted one leg, then the other so that he could remove my panties.

Rohith then realized that he was fully dressed and started removing the "KurtaPyjama" and he was above me in his briefs, just sporting an obviously big bulge. He lay on me and held me close to him. My breasts pressed into his chest. His chest massaged my breasts. I
began to get turned on heavily. Rohith's hand found its way all the way around my back, under my arms and pressed against the edge of my breasts. His other hand began to work its way to my ass.

He moved the hand away from my ass, but didn't move the one near my breast. I felt wet between my legs. My head was against his and I was breathing harder on his ear. He hugged me tighter and our bodies seem to melt together.

On his persuasion, I put my hand in the top of his briefs and found his hard dick. My fingers encircled it. It was quite huge. I didn't know if I would be able to take it inside me. His hips began to move. He stood up at the end of the bed, removed the briefs and pulled me to him. He then turned me around and backed me up to him and put his arms around me. Each hand found a tit and squeezed it. I looked into the full-length mirror and saw my man playing with my tits. We were both nude and WHAT A TURN ON it was! He squeezed my tits, pulled and twisted my nipples. I was tingling all over. He turned me around again.

We both lay on the bed and he got on his knees in front of me. He started feeling my legs from my ankles, up to my calves, over my thighs and then caressed my pussy lips. He slid a finger into my very hot pussy and moved it in and out. His other hand found my clit and began massaging it.

I just couldn't help moaning, 'Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!'

I was enjoying the sweet sensation that his fingers are delivering on my pussy. When my hubby asked me whether it is hurting or painful, I replied in the negative. On this reply he felt reassured and increased his pace and inserted one more finger and I felt something blocking his fingers from entering any further in and somewhat a ticklish sensation. I told him so, and he told me about the hymen and I nodded my head that I too was aware of it. There was a sense of appreciation and he asked me with a bit of surprise in his voice whether I had never masturbated before marriage. I told him that I had played with my pussy but was afraid to put my fingers or anything else inside me, as I had reserved it for my 'beloved future husband' and smiled passionately at him.

We then lay down on the bed and kissed for a while again. I could feel his fingers probing around my pussy lips. I reached down and took his still hard dick in my hand. He sucked on my hard pink nipples. We were both now out of control. It was very hot in the room and it may be because we were very HOT. His hands ran to the back of my legs and then upwards to massage my ass cheeks. He planted kisses after kisses on pussy and along the hairline to either side. I instinctively parted my legs a little more and his left hand came back around to the front. He drew his fingers through the curls and down between my legs. He felt my moistening lips and gently pressed them between his fingers. I felt his fingers part them and he ran one finger from head to ass. On the way back, he pressed harder against the opening and I felt his finger begin to slide in. I gave a cry of ecstasy and thrust my pussy forward to meet his finger. Rohit fingered my clit and virgin fuck hole. He stopped and got over me. At last, we were going to do it. He straddled me on all fours and looked down at me.

"Love me Rohit please." I begged him

"Are you ready for it my dear?" He asked.

"Yes I am all yours my dear Rohit. Love me and take my virginity"

With that Rohit put the tip of his cock on my pussy.

"Look, it may hurt a bit but you will enjoy later on" he said.

"I know. Just luv me"

He smiled, and lowered himself between my legs. He raised himself on one arm and reached down between us with the other. He played with my moist pussy lips for a moment and then appeared to wrap his hand around his own cock. I could see he was guiding his cock towards me and I felt its head begin to push against my pussy. He moved it gently up and down, looking for the right spot. He stopped when he found the right hole. Slowly he leaned forward and I felt the swollen head spread me apart.

He was looking into my eyes, looking for some hint to proceed or not. I gave that indication by raising my head off the bed and kissing him passionately. I lay back again and rubbed one hand across his chest. He increased his advance into me, sliding slowly deeper and deeper. He again eased back more and then thrust a little deeper. I was amazed at the depth of feeling I had inside me. I could almost see his cock pushing against the walls. Once more he drew back, and then down. This time he let go of the base of his cock and brought his arm up to lean directly over me. He leaned down and kissed me. He eased his hips lower. There was increasing resistance inside me. He rose and pushed down again, not any deeper but a little faster.

I knew I was coating his penis with my juices, which seemed to be flowing more freely. On his next downward motion, he stopped and began to apply more pressure. My breath was quickening; I wrapped my arms across his shoulders and tried to push up with my hips. I felt a sudden sharp pain and I found it hard to breathe. I felt Rohit's cock hit my hymen and when his cock tore it open I felt like I was going to die of pain.

"OHMAUHHHHH OHHHHHHHHH yes" I cried, my face arching up, my body going rigid, my swollen breasts thrusting upward as my hubby's huge, hot, glorious penis surged into my wet, conic cunt.

In and in it went, piercing deep, cleaving my pussy-flesh and pussy- lips open, mashing my gorged clitoris, crushing my molten flesh in its passage. My cunt convulsed uncontrollably on my hubby's cock and, above me, Rohith groaned, his shoulder rippling and knotting powerfully, his buttocks flexing taut, his hips sinking and sinking as he buried his penis in my pussy.

Tears started rolling from my eyes. I lost my hymen and then he was deeper. Rohit stopped for a moment seeing my tears but I thrust my hips up and the rest of his penis entered my virgin pussy. I leaned forward and bit his shoulder, whimpering but pulling him closer. He didn't back out, he lowered his hips against mine until I felt our pubic hair tangle. He bent his elbows and brought his chest down against mine. We lay still for some time, savoring the moment.

We kissed, sharing saliva, and wrestling each other's tongues. I felt his hips shake back and forth a little; the sensation of his cock moving side to side was explosive. "Make love to me, please." I whispered. We kissed deeply. He raised himself back up on his arms and brought his hips up a little. His hips came down against me! Again he raised himself higher this time. I shivered at the touch of his cock riding back out against the walls of my cunt. He thrust down a little faster than before for which I responded with a soft cooing sound. I could feel Rohit's cock throbbing in my tight pussy. Slowly Rohit started pumping.

"I cannot hold on for long. You know it is my first time also." said Rohit.

"Just come inside me, that is all I want from you my dear."

Rohit increased his speed and within no time he started to come. I could feel my husband Rohit's penis juice filling my pussy. I was overjoyed as Rohit, my man, is filling me with the seed of life.

After some time Rohit took out his cock from my pussy. It was red with my blood. There was a small patch of blood on the bed sheet and my pussy was all red. We lay side by side for a few minutes, my head on his chest, my fingers playing circles on his chest. He asked me if it was good, and I kissed him and whispered it was very exciting. We went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves and removed all traces of our love making form the room. We stayed in bed naked for another hour and then drifted to sleep. Next morning we dressed quietly, touching and kissing each other periodically.

Next morning when my mother and Rohit's sister came to wake us up, I blushed and could not meet their eyes. They nodded understanding everything

Mom On A Picnic

It was always good to go on picnics. I loved it when I got to tag along. When I was taken along it was a picnic or else it was a company outing where kids of the employees were not allowed. My father worked for this big MNC and he was in senior management. They always had these get together and company outings.

My father would take my mother and go for the outings. Whenever it was informal I would also go. It was during gone of these outings that I came to know what was really happening there. My mother was a simple house wife who adjusted well with living my fathers lifestyle of having guests over and organizing things for parties and stuff like that. She did her house chores and didn't want to spend too much time outdoors. She was sexy in a homely way, like she didn't wear anything exposing but had a good figure. She was on the fatter side with big ass and huge boobs which were always concealed in her sari. Very rarely did anyone get a glimpse of her cleavage which was really deep.

All that said I never had any sexual thoughts about her but like all adult males, I too wouldn't have missed a chance to see her naked. Up till now I had never ever got a chance. This one day we had gone on an outing with my dad's boss Mr. Sharma and my father's colleague whom everyone called Vicky. We left for the farm out of town; this was the company farm, more like a trekking area. We reached there and I helped mom get the things out in a clearing right in the middle of the jungle. We spread out the sheet and settled on it.

Just when we were about to sit I saw Vicky brush against my mom's ass. She didn't notice it and I thought it was by mistake. Then all three got the beers and started boozing. Mr. Sharma was very courteous and offered my mom the snacks. After a while came the big problem, there was no water and firewood; apparently someone had forgotten to get it along.

As junior guys Vicky and my father got up to go get the water and collect some wood. Mr. Sharma said they should take me along too so that there will be help in getting the wood. So off we went Vicky, my father and me looking for wood and water from the nearby stream. Nearby still meant a half hour walk.

I really didn't want to walk so much and wasn't so enthusiastic about it so I just walked slowly and was lagging behind. Half way I had lost them, they were in their own world, talking shop. I walked back taking a long route back. I came up on to the clearing from the other side and saw no one there. I was surprised, the sheet was still there, and I wanted to call out to my mom when I heard rustling sound in the nearby bush. I crept slowly sideways, not going into the clearing at all. I came up around the bush, hiding behind it, and what I saw could have killed me with a heart attack. My mom was lying on the other sheet we had got; her sari was all pulled up to her waist along with her petticoat. Her legs were spread out and her knees were pulled up giving Sharma the best position to lick her big cunt. I couldn't believe it that my demure mother was lying naked getting her cunt licked by another man than my father. Sharma was a big man but was still lost between my mother's huge thighs. I moved back till I had the view from right behind Sharma, facing my sleeping mom. Sharma had spread her engorged outer lips with his probing tongue. He licked her slit, open now, inside her inner pink cunt lips, ran his tongue all around the fleshy hole a deep red on the outside, pink on the inside. He swallowed her flowing juices, running from her pussy and wetting his face.

My mom had one hand on his head and the other one she had in her mouth to stop herself from making too much noise. She had her eyes closed and was lost to the world. Sharma pulled himself up, wiping the wetness from his face. He was on his knees when he opened my mothers blouse and pulled her up to unstrap the bra. I couldn't see her nipples till one rolled tot he side.

Sharma was covering the view. I had to shift position again to get a better angle. Sharma had her nipples aroused by pinching them, the brown areola stood hard. He then started sucking them like a baby, cupping her breasts underneath, pulling them up to press against his face. He was literally rolling in them. While licking he raised his ass a bit, put his one hand down and held his cock. He was positioning himself to enter my mom. He shuffled a bit, put his cock in her wet entrance and waited a second just to be sure he was going the right way.

With his hairy chest resting on my mom's big boobs he swiped his cock head up and down her pulsing cunt lips. He spread them slowly. Then he moved the large black head down and entered her slowly, sliding inch after inch of his dick into her moist fuck hole. He kept moving forward until he was buried all the way into her cunt, his pubic hairs smashed against hers, till his balls were resting in the crack of her fat buttock cheeks.

He started riding his cock into her, pulling it back, pumping it in, slow, long, steady strokes. Then as she started moaning, lifting her ass up to meet his thrusts, he fucked her faster, making loud sloppy sounds. I could see his cock coming out glistening with her cum and again get lost in the pink hole. Her cunt had become a tight ring around his fat cock. He rested his shoulders on her and put both his hands below her ass cheeks, gripping her ass and lifting her more to smash his groin into her. His hands were small for her big ass.

He was still fucking her vigorously when I saw Vicky come into the clearing; he came straight tot him bush from the other side. Sharma wasn't surprised to see him, he just carried on fucking. This is when I realized that it was all planned. He had left my father in the trail and come back hurriedly so he could also get a piece of the action from my mom.

Meanwhile Sharma had his ass tightened he was unloading his seed into my mom. This turned me on more seeing my mom take in someone else's cum into her belly so willingly. My balls were about to burst. I had to control, Vicky was already removing his pants. Time was running out for them. My father might return and he didn't know where I was. My mother was acting so cool. , after Sharma got up, she just sat up looking at Vicky as he removed his underwear. She motioned him to sleep down now.

She got up heavily and with her dripping pussy came over Vicky. She straddled him, held his cock and slowly lowered herself onto it. I guess she wanted to cum too and Sharma had not yet satisfied her big cunt. She sat right down on it, poking his cock in her pussy. She settled on it and shifted around, fitting it fully into her big slutty hole .She surprised me more by spreading her cunt lips so she could accommodate his cock till the hilt. Then she just started humping without hesitation, riding his cock driving her wet pussy up and down on his erect rod.

Vicky grabbed her flabby ass cheeks, shaking up and down. He raised himself up and caught one of the big nipples which were flopping about. He licked and sucked her nipples as she fucked him harder and faster. He had to leave her ass and grab the boobs to keep them from bouncing about. My moms belly and now ass cheeks made a big flopping sound as she humped herself on him.

Sharma came in front and stood on top of Vicky's head, giving my mom his small wet cock. His cock was wet with her juices and his left over cum was dripping from it. My mother started licking his cock till it was clean. She moved him aside soon as she closed her eyes, threw back her head and moved faster. She was cumming so bad; Vicky was also shooting his cum into her. She just fell exhausted over him, breathing hard. They didn't waste much time getting up and straightening themselves, I ran in to the woods and wanked my cock , I didn't need to do much , as soon as I touched my engorged cock I was erupting. This was too much for me. I returned much later to the clearing, till then my father was back and everyone was just starting to eat. Things were back to normal. No one would know till today.

Wife Fucked By Friend

As the monsoons arrive, I am reminded of another day a couple of years back, when the heavens opened up in a sudden downpour, and took us by surprise in the first rains of the season. It was evening, and I was sitting with my friend Josh, having coffee at home. My wife Rashmi, who is an Air Hostess, had yet to return from work, when the downpour started. I got worried, as Rashmi had not taken any rainwear to the airport. I called her up on the mobile, and she said she would manage her way back. So here we were, waiting .

Josh is a close family friend. Though himself a bachelor, he visited us often. He liked Rashmi’s cooking, and often teased me for having such a beautiful and accomplished wife. I dare say we too liked Josh, and I have often seen Rashmi making extra efforts to make our outings memorable. Suddenly, the door opened, and Rashmi stood at the doorway, completely drenched. From where she stood, she could see me, but Josh was hidden by a partition in the living room. She was wearing her work clothes- a blue skirt, ankle length, and a white top. But she may as well have been standing there naked. The shirt clung to her breasts, and one could see the outlines of her bra. She must have run to get out of the rain on her way home, and so was panting. Her breasts were heaving as a result, and the rushing adrenalin had caused her nipples to stand out erect. At 5 feet 6 , with a body of 34-25-34, she stood there like a goddess. ‘What a way to get caught in the rain’, she exclaimed, as she walked into the room, absorbed in the need to divest herself of her clothes. ‘I am wet to my core, darling ,’she said. And before I could say anything, she took her shirt over her head to take it off.

Her flat stomach came tantalizingly into view, and her belly button glistened with rain drops that had found a way through her shirt. Soon, her bra came into view. And then the shirt was off. All this happened in a split second. It was only when she had taken off her shirt that we heard a sharp intake of breath, and she became aware of Josh. We all looked at each other in the embarrassing moment that followed. There was Rashmi, dripping like a fresh mermaid in the center of the room, with her husband and another man looking at her. Josh recovered first, and attempted to break the awkward silence. ‘Gosh, Rashmi, you have a beautiful body’, he muttered. She smiled tentatively, and rushed out to the bedroom. Josh kept his gaze at her bare back, at her swinging hips. I knew what he was going through, the poor sod. We had dinner together. Things were normal on the surface, but when I saw the glances Josh cast surreptitiously on Rahmi’s breasts, and her demure manner, I knew things had changed unmistakably.

The two had certainly ignited the odd pagan interest in each other, I could see that. Now I love Rashmi very much, and we have a very fulfilling sexual relationship. However, at times, I have always thought I would love to see her fucked by another man. At that time, seeing what was happening, an idea came into my mind, and I set about my plan. I was confident it would work. I also felt safe with the idea, as I knew Josh, and knew he would no do anything that might hurt my wife. I got my mobile to ring a test call. I picked it up, and appeared disconcerted. Dropping the phone, I said there was an emergency, and my boss had summoned me to the office. Before they could protest too much, I told them to go ahead with their dinner, and slipped out of the house. I started my car, took it out of the driveway, and parked it around a bend. Then I ran back to the house, and peered inside at the dining room from an open window. They were at the table, but Josh was not eating much. In fact, he still had that trance look on his face.

I could make out the words from my hiding place. She asked him why he was not eating. ‘Seeing you today has ignited a different hunger', said Josh. This was a totally different Josh I was seeing, with his direct come-on. ‘Really?' said Rashmi. ‘Then I have a suggestion. Get out of my house’This was unexpected. That was the end of my plans, and maybe a friendship, I thought ruefully. Josh got up from the table. ‘At least let me help you with keeping the dishes’, he said. Rashmi glared at him, and then relented. They carried the dishes into the kitchen, also visible form where I was. Josh followed Rashmi. I am sure her swinging hips and her wide ass, tantalisingly in front of him, combined with the events of the evening, totally turned Josh’s head at that point. As Rashmi bent on the kitchen sink to keep the dishes, Josh grabbed her from behind. I could see Rashmi’s back stiffen, and then she turned back, her breasts heaving in anger, and looking all the more voluptuous . ‘Get out’, she screamed.By now, Josh had gone beyond reason. ‘Not after such an invitation, you bitch’, he rasped. Things were turning serious now.

From my hiding place, I wondered what to do. I had half a mind to shout, and call it off. But something held me back. I quickly ran around the house, and let myself in silently with my key. Josh had held Rashmi’s wrists, and had pulled her out into the hall. ‘Let go’, screamed Rashmi. ‘Not so fast’, said Josh. He managed to hold both her hands with one hand, and with his other, he pulled her hair and got her face close to his. She screamed in pain. Oblivious, he planted kisses on her luscious lips, her neck. ‘I want to see you naked, now’, he rasped. Saying that, he yanked at her shirt. A couple of buttons broke loose, before the shirt came away in his strong hands. Rashmi was wearing my favorite lace bra, and the sight of that can turn on a statue. I could see the effect it had on Josh. He only gurgled, and yanked at the bra, which came off in one go. There was Rashmi, still fighting to break free, her torso exposed. Josh still held her hands, and took her body in. ”Wow’, he hissed. ‘I don’t know how I have controlled myself all these years’. With one hand, he unbuckled his belt, and got out of his trousers. I gasped when I saw his tool.

It was at least 6.5 inches long, and much thicker than mine. ‘Suck me’, he hissed. ‘Never’, screamed Rashmi. Without warning, Josh slapped her hard. Red marks were left on her cheek, and a faint dribble of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. I was about to come out of my hiding place, when he sat down on the sofa, and dragged her to a kneeling position in front of him,. Holding her hair, he brought her face close to his cock, and brushed her lips with his crown. She still struggled, But Josh was firm. He started kneading her nipples with his hand. I could see Rashmi’s nipples harden. Slowly, I could see her resistance wane, and I relaxed. ‘I can’t take all this in my mouth’, she said. ‘You’ll be surprised’, laughed Josh, as he pushed his cock into her beautiful mouth. She nearly gorged, but then opened her mouth wide to accommodate him. Now Josh was fucking my wife’s face, and I couldn’t but feel the excitement.

His thick cock went repeatedly in and out of her face, like a piston. He kept massaging her back, and squeezing her breasts. Soon, he reached a crescendo, and emptied his cum into my wife’s mouth. I could see her panic when he came, as she had never swallowed cum before, but she swallowed every drop skillfully. Now he made her stand up, and told he to strip. ‘Take off your salwar and do a mujra for me’, he hissed. By now, Rashmi was fully into the game. She quietly slipped out of her salwar and panties. Standing naked in front of Josh, she switched on the music, and began to move her hips seductively. ‘Oh Baby’, whispered Josh. He soon regained his erection. He then went to her and with one swoop, gathered her in his arms. Then he took her to our bedroom, onto our bed. I quietly followed, and stayed in the shadows. He made her lie on the bed, and lifted her legs, spreading them. His tool was massive now. Without warning, he dove into her. ‘Ouch’, I heard Rashmi yelp. That seemed to spur him on.

Thoroughly dominating Rashmi, he rammed into her with that monstrous cock of his. Rashmi gasped and cried, but soon her cries turned to moans. Despite herself, she was beginning to enjoy herself. Suddenly, Josh took his tool out. ‘I’m not going to let you off so easily, darling’ he whispered. He quickly turned her on her belly, and lifted her buttocks up in the air.Taking some jelly from the dressing table, Josh put one finger up the crack in her ass. ‘That hurts’, said Rashmi. Josh responded by simultaneously stroking her cunt. Slowly, I could make out that Rashmi’s ass was getting relaxed. Soon, Josh had two fingers in her ass. Then he held her hips, and thrust his rod into her ass. He went in slowly this time, then increased pressure. Soon, the entire length started going in. Rasmi was by now neighing like a mare. Josh pulled her hair back , as he humped her. After for what appeared like ages, he came, and rolled off her. They lay by the side of each other, and I knew it was time for me to return officially. I ran back to my car, and drove it back to the house.

I rang the bell, and a very disheveled. Rashmi and a guilty looking Josh greeted me at the door. ‘Did you enjoy your dinner, Josh?’ I asked. ‘I hope Rashmi’s pudding was tasty’, I further enquired, as he kept getting redder and redder. When Josh left, Rashmi wanted to go off to sleep, but I was having none of it. The evening had set my cock on fire. That night, we had one of our wildest nights in bed.

Indian Wife & Mistress

Tushar could recollect every moment of that evening. In fact, that's exactly what he had done during the last couple of months. He had fought against the desire but in the end it had been too much to bear and he had taken the flight to Delhi. He didn't know whether she would agree or whether it was right to do this. They were such a nice couple...decent and courteous. They were neighbours of his son and daughter-in-law. He guessed, they were of the same age too. A caring husband with a good career, a lovely kid and a nice home...she had everything a woman could ask for. Why will she be interested in him...a old man in his sixties. Whenever he was in Delhi they would come over and meet him. In fact, Rupa came over to his son's place almost everyday and would always make it a point to include him in their chat. At times her husband, Sunny, would also drop in. It had looked so hopeless so ridiculous, but...

...the animal in him was relentless in its pursuit. No matter how much he tried, it was useless. That evening was still vivid in his mind. The way she had walked into the apartment. She looked stunning in her black long skirt and white top. The more he looked at her the more fascinated he became. She was tall, slim and long legged. Obviously she took care to stay in perfect shape even after becoming a mother. That would often set him thinking. He always thought that women seldom cared about themselves after they had kids. But she was an exception? Or was it that she enjoyed showing herself off. Was she unsatisfied with her life? Was she trying to attract men? What's the use of having a nice figure and not making it available to others? There were too many unanswered questions. It definitely looked like an opportunity. But he had to be extremely careful. He would have a tough time explaining if things went wrong.

Suddenly he had remembered Prabhat. He was a practicing psychriatrist and might be able to help him. Tushar met him in his consultation chamber. He made a clean breast of everything to Parbhat.

Prabhat had laughed. "You should be ashamed Tushar, she is much too young for you."

"You don't understand Prabhat." Tushar had been defensive. "You know better. Since when has desire been limited by age barriers? What else can be the reason for old men of my age to marry twenty year olds? Even the legendary Pele is no exception."

"You don't have to defend yourself." Prabhat had again broken into a loud laugh.

Irritated, Tushar had stood up.

That brought Prabhat back to his senses.

"Okay, okay. But tell me do you think you are still capable of having sex."

"I don't know. Ever since my wife had died I had never done it. But this girl has broken all my resolves. If she helps me I can definitely have it with her."

Prabhat was suddenly more sombre. He could understand Tushar's frustration.

"Tell me everything once again..I mean how you met her, her apparent attitude towards you, whatever you know about her."

It had lasted a whole two hours. At the end Prabhat came up with a strategy.

"Remember." He warned. "Don't ever try to hurry up matters. I don't know whether it will be of any help but maybe the try is worth it. In every married woman's mind there always that tiny spark of infidelity. It's a sort of a taboo. You need to steadily ignite that spark and the resultant fire will help you. You will have to show her the way and at the same time convince her that you are a prospective and safe partner. A number of things need to be done for that. First, try to get more acquainted with her and know her better. Agree or at least pretend to agree with all her views. Compliment her whenever you find an opportunity. As the relationship develops start complimenting her on her figure and the way she carries herself. It will subtly let her know that you are an admirer. Try spending time with her alone. Find out an alibi to take her out. If she loves to go for shopping take time out of your schedule to take her wherever she wants. Buy her dresses. I don't know her preferences as far as dresses are concerned but they should be the ones that you would like your mistress to wear...you know, the revealing types like skin tight @jeans, pencil skirts or dresses with side slits. If you go to any good boutique you will find lots of them. Then may be lingerie. But never make hasty advances. Your role is to slowly and steadily enable her to comprehend that you will be the most safe and reliable partner to commit adultery with."

"Prabhat, its driving me crazy just to imagine her as my mistress. Talking of dresses that I would like my mistress to wear, I'm sure it will be difficult for me to choose one since I hate the idea of clothes hiding a figure like that." Tushar chuckled. "But why will she be interested in somebody like me when she can have scores of younger men."

"Ah! You don't understand very simple things. A relationship with you will be far less suspicious than that with a younger man. She has a happy family life and I'm sure she will never want to jeopardise that. Even if people see the two of you together they will hardly suspect that she is your mistress. There's one more thing that you need to work on. Miss no opportunity to remind her how unfortunate you have been to lose your wife at a young age and you never considered marrying again because you never wanted to neglect the kids. This will surely appeal to her. This is all I can think of now."

During his next trip to Delhi, he had strictly gone by the advice Prabhat had given him...the compliments, agreement with her views and offering to take her out for shopping. Of course, he had to be very careful to make sure that nobody else got to know of his offers. She appeared hesitant and managed to come up with excuses to turn him down. There was a definite change in her behavior too. Suddenly she appeared somewhat ill at ease whenever he was around. The laughs and the jokes were replaced by unsure glances. Was this a wild goose chase? thought Tushar. But there was one silver lining. Apparently, she hadn't told anybody about his offers.

Alarmed, Tushar had called up Prabhat from Delhi.

"Don't worry." He had assured. "She got the message. Her initial hesitance is understandable. She is not the promiscuous sort and it will probably take her some time to decide whether to go along with you. Don't worry, I guess you are doing fine. All you can do now is to keep up the chase and hope for the best. But remember, don't be hasty."

Prabhat's reassurances worked wonders for Tushar. He realised that the key was to spend time with her and taking her out would be the best opportunity to do that.

Next time he had caught her by surprise. He had called her up from his client's office at noon and offered to take her out.

"Uncle, I just can't go off like that. I have a kid to care for. Maybe, we can fix something up later. Anyway at the moment I have no plans to go shopping for clothes." The perfect little alibi again.

Fed up with her excuses, Tushar firmly exerted himself. "That's enough. I'm fed up with those excuses. The maid can take care of your son for a few hours. I will wait for you in front of our local market at two in the afternoon and you will have to come." For a moment Tushar held his breath. Was he being too hasty? She was silent at the other end...or has she disconnected.

"Are you still there?" He asked.

"Yes." He could hardly hear her.

She was a good half an hour late. But the wait was worth it. She looked stunning in her white and blue salwar-kameez. Her shoulder length bounced magnificently with her steps. Her high heeled slippers made her look even taller and alluring. Even her clothed breasts appeared more prominent. In the car she sat in one corner looking out of the window. They hardly talked. Tushar was increasingly finding it difficult to find out topics on which they could talk. There's no denying the fact that their relationship had taken an entirely new dimension.

Calm down! Calm down, Tushar chided himself. He had thought about this moment so many times over the last couple of months and there's no way he could throw away this opportunity. It was his responsibility to make her feel at ease.

Much to his relief, things started to ease up once they were in the market. She had a knack for window shopping and started enjoying that. He followed her in and out of shops selling clothes and footwear. The ice was broken and they talked freely now. She loved salwar suits and would often hold one up in front of her and ask his opinion. But he wasn't too interested in salwar suits.

"All men are same. They hate shopping." She laughed. Later in one of the shops he found what he was looking for – a pencil skirt.

He chose a navy blue one.

"What size do you want sir?" asked the salesgirl. He looked around trying to locate her. The shop was crowded and she was nowhere to be seen. He had to walk around with the salesgirl in tow. She was rummaging through children's clothes at one end of the shop. Probably looking for something for her son.

"Can you see her over there?" He asked the salesgirl. "I want it for her."

The salesgirl went over to her.

"Have you told this girl that you wanted to buy a skirt for me?" She stood in front of him, her hands on her waist.

"Yes." He answered curtly.

"But why? What makes you think I'll accept it?" She was irritated.

It was time to be firm again.

"You will accept it because I want you to. I am tired of your silly games. Now be a nice girl and allow her to measure your waist." He nodded to the salesgirl who stood a couple of paces away with an amusing expression in her eyes.

"But I don't wear pencil skirts. You need to have developed calf muscles to look good in these. I am no longer that young." She pleaded.

"Did I ask for your opinion? Do as I told you."

"But its no use buying something that I won't wear. Why are you insisting on buying it?"

"She is right, sir. But you can look for one of the long wrapskirts that we have."

Tushar was taken by surprise. The girl has realised what he wanted.

As the salesgirl walked away Rupa looked at him.

"Don't you have any senses? Now even she has started wondering." She asked.

Again, Tushar felt irritated. "Do as I tell you and there will be no cause for an argument."

"Okay; okay" Rupa hissed as the salesgirl approached them.

Rupa chose a couple from the whole lot of wrapskirts and matching tops that the salesgirl had brought with her.

"Can I try them on?" She asked the salesgirl.

"The Trial Room's over there." The salesgirl replied pointing to the back of the shop.

He led her to the back of the shop and helped her locate the Trial Room.

"Just let me see how you look wearing the one you like most." He said as she went in.

"Sir; would you like to have anything else for her?" It was the salesgirl again.

"Let her try those." He said trying to dismiss her.

"I've something that might interest you."

"No. Thanks." He replied curtly. He never liked over aggressive sales people.

"There's no harm having a look, sir."

"Here it is."

On the counter before him was neatly laid out a very brief, chocolate coloured elastic hot pant and a matching sleeveless elastic top.

They appeared too small. "Will this fit her?" He asked.

"These are skin tights. I can assure you that she will look absolutely electrifying in them."

Tushar tried to imagine how Rupa would look wearing them. Even the thought of it was enough for him to decide.

The Trial Room door opened and Rupa stepped out. She stood before him for inspection. She was looking great but still there was something amiss.

"Turn around." He said. As she stood with her back towards him, he looked at the salesgirl.

"Good. But, I had expected it to be different. I can't explain what it is."

"I understand, sir. Let me get her another top."

She brought back a similar looking top and handed it over to Rupa.

"Ma'am can you please try this one?"

"What's the difference. Even the design's the same." As it is she was irritated with what was happening.

"Ma'am, you'll see its different."

"This is getting on my nerves." She snatched the top from the salesgirl and went back to the Trial Room.

When she came out again, Tushar understood the difference. The new top was a much shorter one and barely reached the waistband of the skirt. That produced the desired effect. Tushar could feel the stir in his loins.

"This is too short. I just can't wear..." Rupa started.

"Turn around." The authority in his voice halted her in mid sentence. Meekly she turned around.

She looked perfect with the skirt hugging her figure. He found it difficult to shift his eyes from her hips. Even otherwise he could make out that she was high hipped but the way they now appeared, encased in the skirt, was stunning.

"You look absolutely stunning." He smiled at her.

"But I am not too..."

Again he interrupted her. "Can we have them packed?" He asked the salesgirl.

"But you have to listen to me. Don't I have a choice?"

Tushar didn't even bother to answer Rupa.

"Look what more she has for you."

As he held up the hot pants and the top, he could see the color rising on her cheeks. For a moment she stood looking at the garments with wide eyes, her jaws agape.

When she looked back at him, her eyes betrayed her embarrassment.

"Dhoot." She turned around and briskly walked back to the Trial Room.

"Can I have both of them packed." He turned to the salesgirl.

"Sure, sir." There was an unmistakable hint of a smile on her lips.

On the way back, Rupa again sat in one corner lost in her own world. The car was moving fast and the wind blew her hair. There was no way he could shift his eyes from her. He sat there desperately fighting an urge to grab and kiss her. The presence of the driver was the only deterrent.

The first time he could hardly hear her.

"Did you say something?" He was relieved at this opportunity to speak to her.

"Why am I doing this?" She kept on looking out of the window.

"Doing what?"

"What else...going around with you. Tell me what sort of relationship with me do you have in mind?"

"What are the options I have?"

Rupa looked at him. "The first can be that of parental affection. The second can be that of a female company. Last, but not the least, that of an admirer. Which of these do you have in mind?"

The time had come He needed to come out with his feelings for her. It was now or never. They just sat their, their eyes locked.

"It's none of them." He replied. "I want you to be my mistress."

He felt amused watching the colour rise on her cheeks and continued.

"Believe me, ever since the death of Dipak's mother nobody had affected me the way you did. You know, even at this point of time I feel like kissing you. All these years of depravation has come back to me ever since I met you."

"What do you expect from your mistress?"

"Besides the obvious, I want her to accompany me to selected private parties where men like me, accompanied by their mistresses, meet. With your looks and figure, I am sure you will be a star attraction in such parties. I am dying to see their envious looks. You will see it's a whole different world and you can have lots of fun. I am not asking you to give up your family. I know, you are too deeply in love with your husband. But you can still become the mistress to an unfortunate old man who had lost his wife at a young age and never remarried to ensure that his sons are in no way neglected. Are you listening?"

"Yes." She whispered. "But tell me why should I become your mistress? I have everything a woman my age can ask for. I have a caring husband who is also reasonably successful and comes from a well-to-do family. I have a nice jolly kid. Yet I am not being able to refuse you. Just think of it. You bought me revealing clothes that I wouldn't have otherwise bought. I know, you would expect me to wear them. Some time soon you will like to go to bed with me. Why am I feeling powerless in front of you? That is what is perplexing me." She was looking at him with wide pleading eyes.

"That's because you feel for me. You can understand my frustration. Please Rupa! Only you can help me. I need you, I desperately need you." He pleaded knowing that she was in the final moments of decision-making.

"Can you still make it?" He knew what she meant but decided to play around.

"Make what?" He tried his best to sound innocent.

"You know what I mean." She was too embarrassed to even look at him.

That was quite unexpected. After a brief pause he replied.

"With your understanding and help I can, definitely, have it with you. Rupa, please come closer, please."

"Are you crazy? He can see us." She indicated the driver.

"At least we can sit side by side. Please Rupa."

Slowly she inched closer to him till they sat side by side, their thighs touching. He took her hand and started caressing her fingers.

"You know, Sunny had been telling me for quite some time that you are my admirer. I always thought he was exaggerating. Now I know he was correct. After all a man understands another man better."

The rest of the journey they sat silently, hand in hand. Tushar knew he had won. The chase had ended. Now it was only a matter of deciding on the time and place. As they sat lost in their own worlds again, he imagined the envious look in the eyes of his friends and acquaintances as he showed off his mistress. She was by far the best amongst the other mistresses who came along and then he would casually let the others know that she had great in bed too.

She broke the silence. "We are almost home. When are you flying back home?"

"Day after tomorrow. We have to meet again tomorrow."

She nodded in response. "But I have a couple of requests. Together we need to take certain precautions. If somehow my husband comes to know of this I will not be able to give an explanation. He will be shocked and then suspicion will creep into our marriage. Please don't make me suffer."

"What do I have to do?" He asked.

"Stop ogling me and showering compliments on me. I will always try to be with you whenever you want but if for some reason I can't make it on a day don't be too insistent. You can at least do that for me."

He agreed.

"Can I get down here?" She asked. "Near the local market somebody might see us." There was alarm in her voice.

"But how will you go from here?"

"Don't worry, I will catch a rickshaw."

He asked the driver to stop. As she was getting down from the taxi he suddenly realised that he should pay for the rickshaw fare. He slipped a ten rupee note into her hand.

"What is this for?" She was taken aback.

"The rickshaw fare." He knew the resistance was on its way.

"I can't take that." She was vehement.

"I know you can pay for it yourself. But the man is supposed to take care of his mistress's needs. Unless you accept this, our relationship is not on firm footing. In fact, I was thinking of giving you a thousand rupees every month. One more thing, I will call you up tomorrow after your husband leaves to tell you when and where we will meet. You will look great in that wrap around skirt I bought you but..." He hesitated for a moment and then lowering his voice continued "... your panties clearly showed. I would suggest if you can do without them." He winked at her, enjoying the rising colour in her cheeks.

"Uncle you are just incorrigible." She said while getting down from the cab.

Tushar felt elated. He called up Prabhat to give him the good news.

Prabhat congratulated him on his unexpected success. "I had doubts whether she will agree. You deserve a pat on your back old boy. But remember, take her to bed as soon as you can. Once that is done she cannot back out." He warned.
I don't think she will back out after today."

"You never know. If I had been you I would have made sure that we ended up in bed today only. You let her go today, don't play with your luck too much." Prabhat stuck to his point.

Tushar felt very light-hearted. "Looks like my dear friend is also developing a keen interest in my mistress." He chuckled.

For a moment Prabhat was silent. "I have heard so much about her from you that it's only natural to be interested in her. I am definitely looking forward to meeting her in Calcutta and then if you agree I may also be fortunate to enjoy her. By the way when is she coming here?"

"Probably, sometime in October. There's still a month to go. So my friend also desires my woman. Should I tell Asha about this?" He chuckled.

"If you are not grateful for my advises, at least don't be destructive." His voice betrayed his irritation.

"Oh no! dear friend. I was only joking. You advises were key to my success. I have no problems sharing her with you, I mean even at the same time. Just imagining a threesome with her is getting me excited. You have hit upon the right idea Prabhat. I had been raking my brains to find out a way to ensure that sex life of the mistress ought to be far more exciting, vibrant and fulfiling than that with her husband. That will make it difficult for her to back out. But we need to convince her into something like that." Suddenly Tushar was doubtful of his ability to convince her.

"Don't worry." Prabhat assured. "Its very important at this stage to pull her out of the marital bed and make her enjoy the forbidden fruits of adultery. That will make her more licentious towards men. Then she won't mind taking on a second lover. It's my job to convince her once you loosen her up."

He gave the cabbie the address of a motel there where they could go.

She squeezed his hand hard.

There was a noticeable difference in her today. They sat in the cab very intimately. Even her eyes had that 'take me wherever you want to' look in them.

"Ask him to stop at a chemist's." She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder.

As they climbed up the stairs to their room, he had to pinch himself to believe that his dreams were about to come true. He unlocked the door and stood aside to allow her to get in first. Once inside, he shut the door and carefully turned the lock a second time to make sure it was working.

The room had very little furniture, a double bed, a chest of drawers with a mirror, a colour television and a wardrobe. The whole place exuded a impersonal air. Suddenly Tushar realised that they hadn't even exchanged a word after checking into the motel. Rupa was fidgeting with the television, not turning in on but just playing with the switches. At the final moment she was developing cold feet. Tushar knew he had to take control. There was no way they would leave this place without making love. He moved across and embraced her from behind, his hands settling on her breasts as his loins pressed against her behind. He started squeezing her breasts hard.

"Uncle! You're hurting me."

She extricated herself from his amorous hug and moved over to the chest of drawers. She had her back towards him and he watched in fascination as she undressed. Removing the top, she neatly placed it on top of the chest of drawers. Her hands reached behind to unhook the bra, with a shrug of her shoulders she removed the intimate garment from her body. It joined the top. Her back was perfect, the vertical line of her spine running down the middle. There was a brief hesitation and she looked at him over her shoulders. Slowly, her fingers moved to the waistband of her wrap skirt. She unfastened the skirt and allowed it to cascade down to her feet.

Tushar gasped at the sight that was unveiled before him. She wore nothing under the skirt and as she stepped out of the heap at her feet he had a magnificent view of her back.

"Perfect! You're perfect." He hissed.

She went over to the bed and slipped underneath the covers.

"Come."

Self conscious of his nudity , he stood beside the bed waiting for her to make the first move. Tentatively Rupa reached out for him and drew him to her.

"Lay back." She ordered, moving out from underneath the covers. Pushing her palm against his chest until he fell back on the bed, she began exploring his body eagerly. Boldly, she climbed astride him, her bottom touching his thighs. She smacked away one of his hands as it threatened to caress her breasts.

"Stop it, I'm doing the touching now." She admonished. Drawing her hands lower down his body, she smoothed his flabby stomach. It was an effort to delay the inevitable moment when her fingers would come into contact with his cock for the first time but she moved slowly.

Then she did it. Stroking her fingers up and down his flaccid manhood, she traced the changing contours as it stiffened under her touch. Almost reverently, she held his balls, sliding her hand over them and between his legs, her finger tips brushing against the cleft between his buttocks.

"Rupa!"

His voice and the way he used her name startled her, reminding her who she was with and what she was doing.

Ignoring the surprise that gripped her momentarily, she lowered her head and dropped a featherlight kiss on the tip of his cock, replacing it immediately with another and another. Then she licked him, taking her tongue over his glans and down the length of him, circling around and around his growing hardness until he was groaning with ecstasy.

"I'm going to come." He said, his voice husky with passion.

Tossing her hair away from her face, she looked up at him. "Go ahead, I don't mind."

Tushar looked at her with surprise, gasping as she took his penis deep within her mouth. In a couple of seconds she had sucked him dry.

"My God! I had never imagined you would do that. Do you do that often to your husband?" He pulled her up so that she lay on top of him, her head on his chest.

"It was my gift to him on our wedding night." Her voice was barely audible. "He doesn't want me to do that again to him so that he can remember and cherish that special occasion. I also wanted you to enjoy something very special"

"Unfortunately, he will never experience it again."

She looked up at him. "Why?"

"Henceforth you will do that to me only."

"But he is my husband and I love him. I love doing whatever he enjoys. Why are you insisting onimposing restrictions in my conjugal life?"

"Because I am your lover. Marriage is a very sacred institution, but it arises primarily out of traditions and social customs. You got married because society and your parents wanted you to do that. Since childhood, you..."

"That's not correct." She interjected. "I got married to Sunny because I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him. I don't think there was any kind of social or parental pressure."

"You don't understand. Since your childhood you were made to understand that marriage was inevitable. No matter what you had to get married. Over the years you have accepted that as a gospel truth. That is why you got married. But our relationship is not born out of any custom or social pressure. It is a spontaneous carnal obsession that can only be satisfied by making love. Consequently, I have the right to make demands on you."

He knew it was time to be firm again. "As your lover I want to be the only person to have the privilege of oral sex with you."

He waited for her reaction. There was none.

"Promise me that I will be the only person with whom you will have oral sex." He insisted.

She stirred against his chest. "You will be the only person who will have the privilege to climax in my mouth. I can promise you only that much." She whispered.

"As your lover, I also insist on one more thing. Just like you always wear your wedding ring and bangle as symbol of your marriage, I want you to do something that will symbolise our relationship."

"What do you have in mind?" She asked.

"I want you to be shaved. You understand what am saying?"

She hid her face against his chest in embarrassment. She didn't relent even when he tried to move her face towards his.

He ran his hand through her lustrous hair and laughed. "Are you feeling embarrassed? Even after doing such an intimate act."

This time she looked up at him. "What do you expect me to do. Feel elated and jump at your suggestion."

"Of course not. There's no reason for elation. You will do it because I want you to do it." He replied sternly.

"I don't understand how that will be of any help or benefit."

"It will certainly make me feel that you are mine. Only three people in this world will know that under your salwar, @jeans, skirt or saree you are shaved. You, Sunny and me. But only you and me will know that it symbolises our relationship."

"Uncle you don't know how irritating it feels when the pubic hairs start to grow again. The itch is almost unbearable. What will I tell Sunny in case he enquires."

"You have to figure out how to manage him. But that cannot be the reason for not shaving off. You don't have to bear the itch if you keep on shaving. Once shaved is always shaved. Nothing can be better than that. "

Rupa decided not to argue. She will have to find a better opportunity to try to convince him.

She swung herself off the bed and sat on the side finding that her legs were trembling slightly. He would have to have a bath. He rose from the bed and sat beside her. She was aware of the contrast of their bodies, the male and the female, the hair, the protuberances different in each, the quality

of the flesh. He put a hand on her thigh and she looked at his well kept nails, his dark complexion a sharp contrast against her fair skin. It was an intimate familiar gesture. They were man and mistress, whatever else happened she and Tushar knew each other with the greatest intimacy possible between human beings. She looked at him and he put a hand through her thick hair letting it spring back to the sides of her face. She stood up, consciously parading her body for his inspection. His admiration thrilled her and she stretched up, aware of her shapely breasts, her narrow waist and her rounded thighs. She was so glad she had kept her figure. As she proudly went along parading herself naked she realised that she was enjoying her role as the mistress.



It was one thing to be secured and loved in your home but a forbidden carnal relationship was so exciting. Yet this would be a perfectly safe relationship. Nobody will suspect that she was mistress to a man old enough to be her father. Nobody can ever think that the attractive wife and proud mother at home was also the nude mistress in the hotel room.

On the way back home they sat apart, lost in their own worlds. Only a few words were exchanged. A strange tranquility had descended on their amorous longings. There was no need anymore to be physically close at every opportunity. Now that she is his mistress, he can have her whenever he wished. Their social and her marital priorities can only postpone their secret interludes. But when there's a will there's a way. He could still remember the heavenly feeling of her mouth on his male hardness. He had never imagined that she was so sexually liberated.

"Can we again meet tomorrow?" Tushar broke the silence.

"I thought you were flying back tomorrow." She was surprised.

"I have my tickets booked for tomorrow but can postpone them by a day or two. Tomorrow is a Saturday anyway. It makes sense if we can meet tomorrow again."

"I don't know." Rupa appeared hesitant. "That will depend upon his schedule. He has to attend office most Saturdays but I am not sure about tomorrow." Somehow she wasn't comfortable with the idea of such frequent tryst.

Rupa felt irritated. She hadn't come all the way to Tushar's apartment to get introduced to his friend. And what was his name? Upset at finding the man there, she didn't even remember his name. Prabhat, was it? He was anything but impressive...short, dark and bald. But the man was showing a great deal of interest in her. But she was in no mood to waste time like this. They were in Calcutta for their Puja vacations and Tushar had called her up in the morning to invite her to his place. He hadn't mentioned about his friend though. His car had picked her up on time. In fact, Tushar had insisted on sending the car to her home but for obvious reasons she had preferred a different place.

"I have to be back by the evening." She turned to Tushar, her voice betraying her contempt.

"What's the big hurry? The car will drop you off." Tushar seemed to be least bothered by her impatience.

"Why don't you go and change. You will feel comfortable."

Rupa was taken aback at his suggestion. Did he expect her to go around in the skimpy elastic hotpant and top, he had bought her, in front of his friend.

She looked at him, her eyes narrowing to admonish him.

Tushar started laughing. "You need not worry about Prabhat. He is a very good friend of mine and besides us he is the only person who knows about our relationship."

She felt as if she had banged against a brick wall. Was he going around telling people? The anger was rising in her. She desperately searched for words to give vent to her feelings. But the shock left her tongue tied.

She looked back at Prabhat to find him smiling at her. Immediately, her anger and resentment was replaced by embarrassment. She could feel the colour rising in her cheeks. This man Prabhat knew that she had slept with Tushar.

"My God!" She thought. Over the last half an hour he had chatted with her knowing all the while that she was here to go to bed with Tushar. There was no way she could continue sitting over there and chatting with him. As she rushed out of the room, she could hear them laughing aloud at her discomfiture.

Rushing out of the sitting room, she halted. Where was she? It was the dining room. The dining table was neatly laid out for three people. Startled she realised that Prabhat will join them for lunch.

"Shit!" She cursed. Had she known this she wouldn't have bothered to come here.

Anger was again seething in her. She pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I should be leaving." She thought. "That will teach him a lesson."

Before she could decide, Tushar walked in. Deliberately she turned around, her back at him.

His hands lightly touched her shoulders.

"What's the matter with my girl?" He chuckled.

Her patience snapped. She stood up facing him. "What do you think you are doing? Why did you have to tell him about me? You had promised me that only the two of us will know. You should have remembered your promise before taking credit in front of your friend. I am leaving now and don't bother me after this." As she tried to walk past, he pulled her to him.

"Don't you dare touch me." She fumed, struggling in his arms. "Just leave me alone."

"I am sorry..." She cut him out even before he could finish.

"Its no use now. Let me go."

"Stop it! I say, stop this." He snarled. "Don't make mountains out of molehills. Its makes no difference if Parbhat knows about us. And what is this talk about leaving?"

His sudden outburst took her by surprise. She felt resigned. Again she was feeling powerless in front of him. She didn't know why it always happened that way. She stopped struggling in his arms.

His hands turned her face up at him. "You did not come here to leave. Did you?"

No, she nodded.

"Then why have you come here?" He asked.

She preferred to be silent.

He caught hold of her arms and shook her violently.

"Tell me, why did you come here?" He hissed.

She looked him bewildered. "Because you wanted me to come here." She whispered.

"Let's me tell you something. You will come to me whenever I want you to come, you will do exactly what I want you to do. Now be a good girl and don't argue."

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you bent upon causing me trouble?" Her voice was hardly audible.

"I am not causing you any trouble. Its only your imagination. Do as I tell you and everything will be fine. Now go to the bedroom over there and change into these."

He handed her the elastic hot pants and matching top.

She stood before the mirror in her skimpy outfit, trying to fathom the effect she will have on them. The elastic material stuck to her body like a second skin. The top left an inch of her flat stomach exposed. To match the top the hot pants barely covered her haunches leaving her long legs bare. As she turned around she noticed that the outline of her bra and panties were visible through the elastic material.

Suddenly the thought struck her. Was Prabhat also looking for an opportunity to get into bed with her? Why else would Tushar want her to go around in this skimpy outfit when Prabhat was there? Her initial reaction was one of shock and indignity. She started walking around the room trying to soothe her agitated mind.

What does Tushar think me to be...a whore, she thought. Someone with whom his friends can also have liberty.

"My God! What have I let myself into?" She hissed feeling distressed.

But just as suddenly as the dread, the flip side also came to her mind. She had never experienced a three-some and this might be a good opportunity. With a startle she realised that the thought was definitely interesting. She tried imagining herself in bed with her two lovers. But then she would have to use all her foreplay skills to get the two old men excited enough to make it with her. That won't be easy, she realised.

"Why am I behaving like a sex starved woman?" She thought.

"No! Never!" She hissed. "I ought to call quits now. That's the only way I can control of the situation." She reached for the elastic top and pulled it over her head....

As she proudly walked into the room, the two men looked up at her.

"My God! Rupa. You look absolutely stunning in that outfit." Tushar made no effort to hide his feelings for. She sat down opposite them.

She could feel their eyes on her body. It was as if they were trying to undress her with their eyes.

Seeing her sitting demurely in that skimpy outfit, Tushar felt the stirring in his loins. The girl knew how to excite men.

Tushar knew it was time to get going.

"That's for you." He was pointing to a glass of coke on the side table just beside her.

"I am not too fond of soft drinks." She looked up at him.

"There's a reason why I am asking you to have that. You will need it. Now stop making those silly excuses and gulp it down." Knowing it was no use arguing with him, she picked up the glass..

The feeling started coming to her half way through the glass...a growing warmth spreading across her body. She felt uneasy with the hitherto unknown feeling.

"What have you put in the coke?"

Tushar and Prabhat just kept on smiling at her discomfort.

The warmth was slowly giving way to a feeling of excitement. She felt light hearted and frivolous. But most disturbing was the stirring between her legs.

"Please tell me what have you done to me." Her voice choked. "I am feeling so damn hot."

"Don't worry." Tushar assured her. "Its nothing harmful. It's will help you through the long day ahead of you."

"I don't understand?" She sounded detached.

"You need not bother about it. It's a mild aphrodisiac that will help you to get over your inhibitions of going to bed with both of us."

The excitement was making it difficult for her to think. All that she was aware of was the growing excitement between her legs.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She pleaded. "I did what you wanted me to do, so where was the need for this?" She started feeling helpless.

"Get out of that skimpy outfit and suck me off." Came the command. She was taken aback at the authority in Prabhat's voice.
"No. Please! Don't make me do that."

"Stop that. I am not asking you to do anything that you haven't done with Tushar. From now on you will be my mistress too. Now do as I told you."

Rupa turned to Tushar, hoping for help to convince Prabhat. Tushar came over and helped her to her feet. Suddenly he thrust his hand between her legs, gripping her sex through the elastic of her hotpant.

"Oh God! No." She cried out. Caught in the throes of her sudden orgasm she had to cling on him for support. His invading fingers were working her to a feverish pitch. She totally lost control of her movements as her orgasm exploded. Her hips began grinding hard on his invading fingers. Without warning his fingers left her only to return from the back. As his fingers again started caressing her sex, Tushar pushed her towards Prabhat.

There was little she could do now. On unsteady feet she went over to Prabhat and knelt between his stretched legs.

As Tushar's fingers worked feverishly to push her over the edge again, he mouth worked vigourously on Prabhat. She could feel approaching orgasm... After a couple of months, Debendra could sense the change in her. Her tension regarding their secret interludes was being replaced by a smug comfort about the reliability of the arrangements and her acceptance of their relationship. She relented to most of his requests for meetings, where she couldn't she came forward with alternative suggestions. She was increasingly becoming more proactive in bed, using all her skills to sufficiently arouse him. This was no small task considering his age, but she was never deterred by his occasional inadequacies. On occasions when he was not sufficiently aroused in spite of her best efforts, she ensured that he enjoyed the bliss of release. She was increasingly becoming even more imaginative in their foreplay, not to mention her oral skills that always made him hit the roof.

Debendra, on his part, always ensured that her life as a wife and loving mother was different from her life as a passionate mistress. Quite early in their relationship, Debendra started believing that one of the key differentiators could be nudity. Armed with his belief, he had accepted nothing short of her absolute nudity whenever they were inside the hotel room...even when they were watching television, chatting or having lunch. Initially, it had not been easy in the face of her stiff resistance. But her resistance only increased his conviction in his belief. Twice he had to order her to leave the hotel and on both of those occasions he had achieved what he intended. She had returned and meekly complied with his wishes. With each passing day, he marveled at the transformation that exhibitionism had brought about in a proud and shy woman. She had become more confident about her nude self and took pleasure in parading herself before his hungry eyes. He never overlooked anything that could contribute to her lifestyle as a mistress. It was a long list and included dresses he wanted her to wear and ways he wanted her to behave when they were in the company of others. For their rendezvous, he wanted her to wear sarees with low back blouses and high heeled footwear. The high heels accentuated her hips and made her gait more alluring. When she preferred to be informally dressed, it had to be tight @jeans with tops or vests not extending more than an inch beyond the waistband of her @jeans and high heeled footwear. He forbade her from wearing panties whenever he was around. Once they were attending a party organized by a common acquaintance. She had come with her husband and child. He made her go to the toilet and get out of her panties. Then he quietly drew her away from the crowd for a quick check over her clothing. He always resorted to periodic physical checks to make sure that she complied with his instructions. She had stiffened and protested the first time he had run his hands over her hips, only to be sharply rebuked. From then on she had bore his periodic physical checks without complaint. Till now she had never displeased him.

He relished his hold on her and this set him thinking on how to move their relationship forward.

"Forward? Where?" He would often wonder. But he was increasingly feeling the need to break free from this secrecy…take their relationship to a platform where their rendezvous need not be shrouded by secrecy. Of late, he had been pre-occupied by thoughts of a ménage-a-trois arrangement. So many men had two wives cohabiting under one roof. Then, why can't a woman live with her husband and lover under one roof. If that was too daring, at least the two men should acknowledge each other's existence and their need for her, both mentally and physically.

A month later, Debendra felt something that he had not experienced for a long time…he woke up in the wee hours with a hard on. No sooner he realized it, he started thinking about her. No doubt, the girl was affecting him in a way no other woman had done before. Their rendezvous the day before had not doused the fire but ignited it further. What else could explain his early morning hard on. He searched for his wrist watch under his pillow and brought it up. It was six in the morning. What was she doing now? Still sleeping beside her husband? Immediately a pang of jealousy shot through him. Did they make love yesterday? He prayed that they stayed away from each other physically as much as possible. That will help him to tempt her back into the hotel room more frequently.

As he caressed his hardness, he imagined how exciting it will be to wake up beside her in the morning. Together, they could take care of him excitement. The thought of waking up in the morning and finding her beside him, nude and sleeping peacefully, filled him with sense of fulfillment. It did not take him long to plan his next trip to Delhi in a couple of days. He had to make her spend a night with him even if she was unwilling.

Having planned his trip to Delhi, Debendra felt relaxed. He had called up Rupa to inform her of his scheduled trip.

Her voice sounded emotionless.

"Aren't you happy to meet me again?" He had asked.

"I don't know. I am scared that somebody may find out." Her voice betrayed her nervousness.

"That's always a problem for you. When we are together, you are humorous, jovial and uninhibited. Before and after that you are always scared. You have to get out of this. You need to come to terms with the reality..."

"But don't you understand what will happen if Sunny gets to know of this? All hell will break loose." She interjected.

"Don't worry, we will take all precautions. We can discuss this at length when we meet. Anyway, I will fly out of Delhi on Sunday morning. For those five days that I will be in Delhi, keep all your afternoons and evenings free. By the way, this time my client will put me up at Le Meridien."

That came as a surprise for Rupa. "Why aren't you staying here as usual?" She asked.

"Because, we may have to work late into the night and I do not wish to disturb the others." Then he lowered his voice. "But the real reason is that otherwise you and I cannot meet every day."

"My God!" She exclaimed. "No, No. We cannot meet everyday. That's exceeding all limits."

"Cool down, cool down" He tried to sound reassuring. "I will arrange for a car pick up from your place, but I want you every afternoon."

Even before she could protest, he disconnected.

Angered by his audacity, she slammed down the phone.

I will never go by his plans, she thought.

However, as the day went by the seething anger slowly began to subside. No doubt this appeared to be a better and safer arrangement than that motel room. With her persistent fear of hidden cameras and peeping holes, she never felt safe there. No doubt, a reputed hotel is much safer.

Of course, his work was an alibi, the real reason was to move their relationship forward. For quite some time he had been trying to find out a way to do away with this hide and seek business. That had been the point of contention of his lengthy discussions with Prabhat, a week back.

"Getting her into bed was the most critical part of our relationship. With that part no more a worry, I wish to move the relationship forward. We need to do away with this hide and seek business. Why can't we bring our relationship out in the open? If people around us are aware of our relationship, things will be much easier at both ends."

Prabhat appeared dumbfounded, "How are you planning to do that?"

"Let our acquaintances know of our relationship. If they accept it nothing can be better, if they do not we carry on nevertheless." Debendra replied.

"What? Are you crazy? I find no reason for her to do that. Anyway, why are you bent upon taking more responsibilities on your shoulder? How will that benefit you? Aren't you satisfied enough that a woman like her who can easily have scores of young lovers at her beck and call is sleeping with you." Prabhat's voice betrayed his agitation.

Somehow Debendra felt at ease with the tirade. He had expected it after all and had been prepared for it.

"I told you, I am getting sick of this hide and seek business. I cherish the time we spend together and wish we can do that more often without being scared of getting caught. What good is the present arrangement anyway? I few stolen moments of amorous bliss and then we go back to our own worlds secured in our belief that nobody else knows. This is not taking us anywhere."

Even before Debendra could complete, Prabhat interjected. "No matter what you think, you are merely building castles in the air. Your relationship is secretive only because she wishes to keep it that way. You need to appreciate that she is happily married and would never wish to rock the boat. Being married, she stands to lose everything. I am not certain as to why she is still continuing the affair. Probably the reason lies in her sympathy for you. She will never agree to this since this will certainly rock her marriage. I am yet to come across a husband who is prepared to accepts the fact that his wife has a lover. We have to find…"

Debendra interjected, "Its not that she has to agree to everything that we do. I had to work on her for quite some time before she agreed to sleep with me. Unique problems require unique solutions and it may be difficult to convince her. Lots of cajoling may be helpful. Am sure that I will not have to remind her that she was in a bit of a sticky wicket having already slept with us."

"I still see a lot of difficulty." Prabhat was not impressed with Debendra's argument. "Also, how do you plan to handle the situation in case her husband finds it unacceptable and pushes for divorce. Don't you have a responsibility in that case?"

"I am not shirking away from my responsibility. In case he decides that way, I have a couple of options available with me. Marriage is one of them. But I would like to avoid being the subject matter of gossips that I had married a woman young enough to be my daughter. Live together is another option but is more scandalous. Under such circumstances, it appears that the best option for us is that she continues as my mistress and I bear all her expenses. I can hire an apartment where she can stay with her son. May be in due time, she can put her son in a boarding school and be able to spend more time with us." Debendra countered.

Prabhat sighed, "Sounds good but difficult to put in place. Human relations are generally far more complex than they appear to be and the situation may totally spin out of your hand. In the process, you may lose her altogether. To me, a better idea is to slowly work on her husband and try to convince him that you need her both at the platonic and physical level. I do appreciate that it will be difficult, but may not be impossible. If two women can accept one person as their husband in instances of polygamy, two guys can also be convinced into a situation of polyandry. Strictly speaking this is not a case of polyandry since you are not marrying her."

That night, over dinner, her husband told her of his plans to visit Ahmedabad for official business. Rupa was pleasantly surprised, it was as if lady luck was blessing her liaison with Debendra…