Wife Fucking Neighbor – Cheating Sex Story

It can be such a turn-on to have your wife fuck your neighbor or someone who lives in your own locality. A hotwife recently wrote bout how her neighbor with whom her husband had a problem, seduced her and fucked her in their own bedroom.

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What is Marriage? She didn’t know. What she did know was what her marriage was taking away from her. Time. And a life too.

Anushka Banerjee was married when she was 27. Just when she’d realized life was too short to be little and wanted to fly and explore the sky of her desires the jolt of an arranged marriage happened. It came at a time when she had started to like a guy in her office. His name was Sourav. When she thought she was ready to date him, her mother told her some people were coming to see her. See her? A post graduate from Calcutta University in Economics, working in a MNC and people will come to see her! Like that! But they did and she had to come in front of them pretending that it still were archaic times where women were born only to initiate a family and maintain it till she was alive. Her then prospective groom, Bikash Mukherjee, didn’t even look up at her eye to eye and yet he was ready to get married to her. He did say a servile yes. The three months that followed went by like a hurricane by the end of it Anushka became Mrs. Anushka Mukherjee. They moved to Pune from Calcutta.

Bikash’s family didn’t want their daughter-in-law to work anywhere. One for vanity and two they thought Bikash was already earning enough. And this was another problem for Anushka. Bikash never did or said anything that he wanted. He was always the mediator. It was always “Dad doesn’t want you to work anymore” or “Mom doesn’t like you wearing jeans or any western outfits.” She did try to talk to him stating it was their life now and all that mattered to her was ‘his’ wish even if he wanted to keep her at home forever she would do it but she pleaded to make it his wish. That never happened. One year went by with Anushka doing the same things 365 times over. In between she visited Calcutta twice but for some undecipherable reason she found both her home and in-laws place all the more stifling. Living in the posh colony in Pune at least she was all by herself in the day and in a way perhaps got used to the loneliness which, to her horror, was becoming comforting with each passing day.

On their first marriage anniversary Anushka somehow coaxed Bikash for having dinner at a nice restaurant and then go for a late night movie. It was first of its kind opportunity for Anushka. She felt happy and thought perhaps with time Bikash would change for her. The food was good which relieved Anushka since she had selected the restaurant herself while surfing the internet. Her in-laws of course were told over the phone that they were home. A marriage anniversary wasn’t too big a deal for her in-laws to allow their only son to celebrate it. While moving out of the multiplex after watching the movie Anushka clasped the hands of Bikash. She knew he never really appreciated any ‘touch’ in the public but she was sure he would not say no this time. She was right. Clasping each other’s hand as they passed by some guys one of them quipped, “Sexy ass!” It was obvious they were hinting at Anushka’s ass. She was wearing a sari, had her hair loose and was wearing some junk jewelry around her neck and wrist which made her look strikingly beautiful. Anushka heard it right and she thought Bikash would retaliate but instead he suddenly let go of her hand. She for once glanced back at the guys who were still looking at her and chuckling probably cracking a dirty joke amongst themselves.

In the car too Bikash didn’t talk much apart from the fact that he was feeling heavy and would like to have some antacid before sleeping. But in the silence of the night, lying beside Bikash in her bedroom, Anushka kept thinking. She was sure Bikash had heard the comment. ‘Sexy ass’. How did he feel? Someone noticing his wife’s ass in his presence and then daring to call it sexy. There have been men eying her many times before too but this was the first time she heard someone popping out a piece of his mind verbally.

The incident triggered a sexual epiphany of sorts for Anushka in her mind. She went back to her desires during college where she and her friends would secretly watch porn films and rate the guy’s dick and body and would tell each other what and how they would like to do with their respective husbands. Anushka’s thoughts were always on the wilder side. She told them she wanted to be naked with her husband and moan wildly as he fucked her. There was a time for emotional, sensuous love making and there was a time for a relentless animal fuck and a sexually healthy couple should know which should be done when to keep their sex life rocking. But she was yet to get naked in front of Bikash. As in their honeymoon, so happened in the twice a month intimacy that they had. Lifting of the night gown, pulling down of the panties, kiss, smooch while he pumped her and came. That’s all. No foreplay. No change of position. She tried to give subtle hints to Bikash that she was okay with experimentation on bed but those subtle hints were either too subtle for him, she concluded, or Bikash simply was not interested. Everyone’s mind is not sexy. At least Bikash’s was not. Unfortunately hers was. She started using the mind more and more during her loneliness. All sorts of dirty to divine sexual imagery came alive in front of her. When she went to the vegetable market she thought how it would be if she walked stark naked there. How would the men react? Would they simply pounce on her or will stand their ground masturbating furiously. She felt wet. At home she stripped herself naked in front of a full length mirror and admired herself. A well sculpted piece of meat. Fair, spotless and creamy skin. As she walked a little she smiled at the slight naughty wiggle of her ass cheeks. She concluded the guys at the mall must have had masturbated fantasizing about her. She was sure they must have come profusely as well. If a plumber came home to work on any broken pipe she thought what it would be like to be raped by an uncouth man. It was all their in her mind. Her most menacing fantasy was to guess Bikash’s reaction after she rocked the bed with someone from his office. Finally he would know how one should do a woman like her on bed. A naughty smile followed the thought as she looked at her husband snoring and sleeping ignorant to his wife’s thoughts. Soon she started guessing the best sex position with the men she noticed every day. With the milkman she would look sexiest in the doggie pose. With the newspaper boy, legs on shoulder. The lift-man, reverse cowgirl. Mr. Mehta, her neighbor, cowgirl. With Anil, Bikash’s colleague whom she met once, a perfect 69! Fantasies became the anti-dote to the boredom her marriage had cultivated.

It was after few months after the mall incident that she visited an eye clinic following regular headaches where she met her college friend Simi. She was there to change her glasses.

“Simi Goyel?”

“Oh my God! Anushka Banerjee! How on earth are you?”

“I am good. And am Mukherjee now. Married.”

“Awesome. Congrats.”

“Thanks. I too am Simi Sharma now.”

They decided to catch up over a cup of coffee straight after their eye clinic visit.

“So, when did you get married?”

“Been a year. And you?”

“Little more than two.”

“Wow!”

“Any kids?”

“Are you kidding me? No way! Now is the time to have fun dear. What does your husband do? And was it an arranged marriage?”

“He is in software. Arranged. You know I wasn’t the type to marry early.”

“Like me! We both wanted to enjoy the wrong men till we settled for the right one.” Simi burst out laughing. “Remember those college and hostel days?”

“Hell yes. Miss them too.”

“Oh God! Time really flies.”

Simi’s phone buzzed. As she talked over the phone hastily Anushka perused her. There was a difference now between the two friends, she noticed. She didn’t dare to confess the difference to herself lest she broke down.

“You working?” She asked as Simi cut the phone line.

“Yup darling. Will stagnate otherwise. What about you?”

“Am stagnating in that case.” Anushka smiled trying to veil the subtext in the comment. But Simi was smarter than she thought. There was a silence after which Simi said, “Honey, I need to go to my office now. But hey, why don’t you come over to my new flat. I shifted last week. We can really catch up properly.”

“Sure. Where are you putting up?”

“Palm Heights.”

“Shit! That’s where I live. Tower two, tenth floor. Right opposite to the elevator.”

“This is not funny now! Am in tower one, third floor. Why don’t you and your hubby come over for dinner tomorrow? It’s a Saturday anyway.”

“I don’t know about him but I would definitely.”

“Kool!”

Bikash was supposed to be late as usual on Saturdays. Thus Anushka went to Simi’s place around nine at night. The door was opened by Simi herself. She was wearing a pink bathrobe and a pink towel was wrapped on her head.

“Taking bath at this hour?”

“Just like that!”

As they settled on the couch Anushka asked, “So where is your hubby?”

Simi was about to speak when a young stud walked topless across from the bathroom to the bedroom. His body was glistening with dollops of water.

“Hi!” Anushka said. The man paused and glanced once at her and then at Simi.

“Go ahead Tony, change and leave fast.” Simi retorted. Tony disappeared into the other room.

“What’s up?” Anushka knew she had made a mistake.

“He is just a friend of mine. Not my hubby.” Before Anushka could say anything Tony appeared this time wearing a tight t-shirt from which the biceps were protruding out and a blue jeans. He waved at Simi.

“Got the money.”

“Yes. Thanks. Bye.” Tony left locking the door behind.

Anushka shot a ‘what the fuck’ look at Simi who chose to clarify, “He is a gigolo darling.”

“A what?”

“Whenever my hubby is out for long he is there for me and Hanna is there for him. Hanna is a hooker in Atlanta where my hubby goes for work every six months for a month or two.”

“You are kidding me, right?”

“What’s there to kid? And why are you behaving like some conservative sex-is-immortal nun? What has happened to you Anushka?”

It was a pertinent question. What has happened to her, she wondered. Why was she thinking and behaving like her in-laws and husband. In college days she never used to be shocked talking about all this. Not that she participated in anything likewise still she never had this ‘judging tone’ toward anything at all.

“I am sorry.”

“It is okay but I think now I know what’s up with your life.”

“NOTHING!” They blurted together and it made them laugh like old times. They talked about the past, the present and a bit about the future as well. Anushka realized what was and will always be fantasy for her was a casual reality for Simi. She was not exactly in an open marriage but there certainly was no pretense in it. No ego as well. They knew what they wanted, put it forward in front of their spouse and made it sure both, if interested, got it equally and without really allowing that need or urge to crack up their relationship. Wow, that’s a dream, Anushka wondered lying beside Bikash that night. She looked at him and thought if he would ever allow her that freedom. And smiled to herself at the joke. Yeah, sure he would! He doesn’t even allow me to wear western outfits! As she turned to finally sleep out yet another night one of Simi’s question, she asked while they were having dinner, ricocheted in her. “Do you like anybody other than your husband?” What would have she meant by it? Like as physically or love someone. Whatever! She closed her eyes.

A month later, which also saw Anushka connecting to Simi like old times, the entire Palm Heights met in their giant garage-renovated-into-community hall for celebrating a community dinner so that important issues could be discussed and every one could meet each other in the colony. Many didn’t turn up but many did as well. Simi was one of them. Anushka was another. Though Bikash had told her he would be there any time after nine but looking at her watch she realized it was already 10:15 pm. She called him.

“Another hour.”

Anushka cut the line with a sigh. Simi came over to her and looked at her bottom up.

“My, my! Someone is looking drop dead gorgeous!”

Anushka blushed and said, “Because she has a partner in another gorgeous lady.” Simi, who had a glistening brown skin, was wearing a one piece off shoulder white dress with black high heeled pumps while Anushka was wearing a lemon colored Zardosi sari with colored stones all over it. To go with it she was wearing a matching blouse and a Bindi between her eye brows and matching bangles as well. Nobody knew even her under garments were of the same color. A soft panty and a one size shorter bra just to jam her 34Ds in. She looked like the perfect Indian woman with the elegance and the curve.

“When will your husband come? It’s like a month already and I haven’t even met him.”

They were onto their dinner. “He was supposed to come early but that’s not going to happen as it’s evident. You come to my place on Sunday and then you can meet him.”

“Ah, okay. Will do that. By the way there are no interesting men in Palm Heights.”

“Interesting as in?”

“Sexy, hot, desirable, fuckable.”

“Okay, okay I got that.” Anushka was alert lest someone heard their talk.

“What did you get?”

“There are some.”

“Really? Alright tell me whom would you fuck amongst the ones we are seeing right now.”

“Shut up! I won’t answer that.”

“Which means you have an answer that you want to hide.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Yes, okay!”

“So tell me. I am no news broadcaster myself.”

“I don’t know about a fuck but…” Anushka ran her eyes on the men she could see around her, one at a time. Some she knew, some she had exchanged greetings and many she was seeing for the first time. Then she saw Jatin Mehta, her neighbor. She liked his personality and what the heck, she thought, it’s just a random scrutiny but before she could open her mouth Simi spoke, “I think that man there would look nice with you on bed. The one in blue stripes.”

Anushka followed Simi’s look and realized she was talking about Manish Gupta.

“Oh no!” She gasped.

“Why what happened?”

Anushka didn’t tell her but she knew he was the man with whom Bikash has a torrid spat months before because of a car parking issue. And a few more spats later as well. He lived in her tower . Probably a floor or two below.

“Nothing.”

“Then who?”

“What about him?”

Simi noticed Jatin and remarked, “Not bad Anu!” That made Anushka’s whole face blush red.

“Enough now!”

Little did she know it was only the beginning. A tip of an iceberg which would have been better left unexposed.

“I was waiting for you Bikash.” Anushka said as she lay on her bed watching her husband change in front of the wardrobe next to the bed.

“I know. But I couldn’t cut short the meeting. Am just a small part of the company. Not the company itself.”

“Almost all the flat owners were there. You need to socialize a bit as well.”

“Its all pomp-n-show. You know how much that irritates me.”

“Yeah, I know. I know it all well. But-”

Anushka had to cut short her words since Bikash was already inside the bathroom for a shower.

“Today I met Mr. Gupta in the elevator.” Anushka raised her voice a bit but still wasn’t sure if Bikash had heard her. The noise of the water hitting the bathroom floor stopped. Now she knew he must have.

“Who?” Bikash’s voice was full of intent.

“Mr. Gupta. Manish Gupta. The one who lives two floors below us.”

“That scoundrel! Why did you talk to him?” Bikash was now in the room again; semi naked, with water drops glistening on his shoulder.

“I didn’t. He did.”

“What was the context?”

“Nothing. The fan was out of order in the elevator so he said nobody takes care of it and I said yes. That’s it.”

“Were you alone with him in the elevator?”

“Of course not. There were two more women.”

“Hmm. Stay away from that swine.”

“Why do you call him a swine?”

“Because he is one! Have you forgotten how he reacted with the parking thing.” Bikash went inside the bathroom.

Anushka didn’t forget how unnecessary Manish’s anger was on that day. Nor did she forget what actually happened in the elevator hours ago.

It was seven in the evening when Anushka entered the elevator with her vegetable bag. She was wiping her face with a handkerchief while waiting for the elevator’s door to close. Precisely then, as the door was about to close, Manish Gupta stepped in. He was talking to someone on his mobile phone.

As the elevator closed with only Anushka and Manish inside, the former missed a breath for reason unknown to her. From the corner of her eyes she looked at Manish. He seemed to be engrossed in his talk but something told her he was actually looking at her. Simi’s words, ‘you two will look good together’, flooded her mind. Even without looking at him straight she knew he should have a strong physique. But why was she thinking about it? The answer made her swallow a lump.

As she forced her mind to focus instead on the sweat on her forehead and neck the elevator suddenly stopped. There was an instant darkness inside.

“What happened?” An almost blind Anushka blurted.

“Power cut perhaps.” It was Manish. He switched on the flashlight of his mobile phone. And pressed the alarm button of the elevator. It didn’t work.

“Damn, we have to stay like this till we get help.”

“We can call the security.”

“I don’t have his number.”

“I have Mrs. Kapur’s number. She stays on the first floor. She might help us.”

“Then dial her.”

Anushka fidgeted for some time with her bag since her phone was inside. Manish stepped closer to show her the light from his phone. The way he maneuvered the light on her bag and at times on her arms brought back Simi’s words once again to her. ‘You two will look good together.’ Anushka swallowed another lump while grabbing her phone. She took it out and dialed Mrs. Kapur. A minute later the security opened the elevator door.

“Sir, the generator is facing some problem.”

Hearing the guard’s words Manish jumped down from the elevator since it was stuck at an awkward height from the ground. He turned to Anushka who had no other option but to jump out as well.

“Don’t worry am here.”

Damn, Anushka thought. She would have to jump carefully lest she jumps on him. That would be embarrassing. Anushka braced herself first handing over the vegetable bag to the security guard, then her purse and finally she stood on the edge of the elevator. Manish was awaiting her jump with stretched hands as if sure to lap her up like a baby. Anushka took a deep breath and jumped. She fell on Manish but they didn’t fall down. Manish supported her well. He is strong, was her first thought.

The ordeal was finally over, Anushka thought lying on her bed now. She intentionally wasn’t thinking about the touch, the way he grabbed her. She was disconnected from her thoughts when Bikash threw his towel on the bed. He was done with his shower.

“We can have a home party for some of the people with whom we like.”

A happy Anushka said aloud, “That’s a good idea.”

The party went smooth with the guest list being decided by Bikash himself. Manish was conveniently left out but to Anushka’s satisfaction Jatin was there. While having dessert Simi finally got hold of Anushka alone.

“So, did you talk to Jatin?” Simi wiped her mouth with a tissue paper, done with the dessert.

“About what?” Anushka said putting the last piece of chocolate brownie in her mouth.

“Just like that. You said you liked him.”

“I think I have a crush on him.”

“My, my! Someone’s talking. Details, pronto!”

“Nothing really happened. I just talked to him today itself. I like his smile. Its cute!”

“Aww, okay. And what happened to Manish?”

“Oh, forget him. Bikash boils up with the mere mention of him. More so when he learned he talked to me.”

“Manish talked to you, when?”

The next minute Anushka narrated Simi the elevator incident.

“What were you wearing?”

“A short kurti and a legging.”

“Aha, a figure hugging legging! Did he feel you?”

“No, no. It was a matter of few seconds.”

This time Anushka couldn’t stop her mind to revisit the elevator incident once again. Simi was right. It was a figure hugging leggings that she was wearing that day. And the thing with leggings was it outlined the flesh provocatively. She knew Manish hands, after she jumped off the elevator, first touched her waist, then back and at last her butt before she could support herself. All of it happened quickly. Did he squeeze her butt? Perhaps. Intentionally or not she would never know.

“Can I be honest?” Simi asked bringing Anushka back to the party.

“Please!”

“The more I see and talk to you the more I have a feeling there’s a sexual volcano waiting to erupt from inside you. Just that you are afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” The truth in Simi’s statement caught Anushka by surprise.

“You tell me?”

“You are probably right.”

“Probably?”

“You ARE right, okay! I so wanted an independent life. I wanted to enjoy my way doesn’t matter if the society tagged me I as a whore. Till I am able to answer my conscience I thought I’ll be good. But life isn’t what one wishes it to be. It traps everyone. It has trapped me.”

“Rubbish! Look at me.”

“Your case is different. Your husband is not like mine.”

“Even if he was your kind do you think I would have given a damn? Just because am married to a person doesn’t mean he owns me. I have my own desires and needs. Until and unless am fulfilling the basic duties of a wife, my husband should be happy.”

“I don’t know. Its not easy. Women like me walk on a thin rope across an abyss all their life. They aren’t allowed to see and enjoy the pleasures of life lest they fall from the rope. And once they fall our society snatches the residual life from her as well.”

“Hmm. Okay, lets get to it objectively. If Bikash had no problem with whatever you did and the society for one day allows all kinds of sexual experimentation whom will you fuck? Jatin or Manish?”

Anushka seemed a little taken aback by the question. Or perhaps by the thought that she would have to answer it.

“Am giving only two options because you like one and the other I think will look good with you.” Simi added.

Anushka turned her face. She could see Jatin chatting with her husband in the hall room. He was cute and charming and she indeed had a crush on him but Anushka knew with Jatin it would be more of a sensual experience. Not that she would mind that but….

“Manish.” She blurted out.

“O la la!” Simi retorted.

“As you said its objective. Don’t read anything into it.”

“But I think your choice of Manish is more to do with your desire to get back to your husband. By fucking the man he hates the most it would be a good revenge.”

“Oh, shut up! Its nothing like that. I would never do that to Bikash. You asked me something, I answered. End of the story. And we aren’t going to fuck anyway, any day.”

“Don’t you want to know Manish better than you do just like you knew a bit of Jatin tonight?” There was mischief in Simi’s voice.

“That’s not possible darling.”

“Do you or do you not?”

“May be.”

“Alright. Let me arrange a ‘nice-to-meet-you” party at my place next week. I’ll call Manish there but not Jatin.”

“Bikash will never come. If he does, seeing Manish he might create a scene.”

“Who is calling your husband. Only you be there. Game?”

For a moment Anushka didn’t say anything. Then she looked at Simi and smiled with a twinkle in her eyes that was reminiscence of her debonair college days.

Anushka was wearing a black chiffon sari with a matching red bordered blouse with only a thin strap across her back. Her supple skin looked lust-inspiring. And she like a meat who had been sculpted upon by the most erotic minded sculptor.

Manish was already there when she joined the party. Simi wasted no time to introduce them and then intentionally left them alone at a corner to chat.

“Don’t mind but you are the wife of Mr. Bikash Mukherjee, isn’t?”

“Yes.”

“In that case do let him now I am sorry.”

“For?”

“Didn’t he tell you. About the parking issue.”

“Yeah. He did.”

“Am sure he thinks evil of me. Its only natural.”

“No, not really.” Anushka wondered why was she talking in a restrained manner like a lamb in front of a lion.

“That’s good. He looked like a gentleman to me. Anyway, what do you do?”

“I am a housewife.”

“Housewife? That’s weird. No offense though. To each one his own. But you look too intelligent to be a housewife.”

“Was that a compliment or a taunt?” With this Anushka relaxed a little.

“I can’t dare to taunt a beautiful woman like you!”

“Thanks!” She was nervous again.

“Why are your hands empty? Let me bring you a drink.”

“Soft only.”

“Why, do you have a thing against hard anything?”

For a moment Manish and Anushka had their eyes on each other. Was that a pun? Was she supposed to smile or be mum?

“Only with drinks.” She decided to smile.

“I am glad. Give me a second.”

As Anushka took a seat near the high rise balcony she saw Simi attending to the other guests in the room inside. Next she saw Manish coming her way.

“Soft for the lady, hard for me.” He said and gave her a cola. He settled down beside her.

After a gap of few sips she asked, “What do you do?”

“I am the regional marketing head of a FMCG company. What does your husband do?”

“He works in a software firm as a senior engineer. What about your wife? A housewife like me?” She was yet to see his wife.

“No. I am a divorcee. Since the last three years.”

“Oh, am sorry to know that.”

“Why? Isn’t good to separate than drag something in which neither is interested in?”

“Don’t you mind being alone?”

“I am never alone Anushka.”

For the first time Manish took her name and it sounded sexy.

“See, now am with you. God has a kind heart. He provides me with the most interesting and beautiful company.” He smiled naughtily. Anushka reciprocated with another smile as if she was loving the way the conversation was shaping up.

“So what do you do all day?”

“Nothing much. Read a bit, watch television and so on.”

“Great. If I have a holiday I will drop in. Hope your husband won’t mind.”

Anushka was tongue tied at that. Bikash could have killed at the sight of him.

“Not really.” She found herself say. Simi dropped in.

“I see the two of you have gelled really well. Manish, won’t you meet the others?”

“I generally avoid the rest when I am introduced to an interesting person at the start of a party.”

Anushka thought she blushed. Simi gave her a naughty glance.

“At least have your dinner, you two.” And she was gone.

Their chat continued over dinner.

“You said I was an interesting person. Was that a figure of speech?” Anushka asked once they were back to their seats by the balcony with their respective plates.

“Oh no. You are interesting.”

“What is so interesting about a housewife?”

“Not about a housewife. About you. I like you.”

Anushka paused and looked at him.

“I mean I like your personality. Please don’t take me otherwise.”

“Its okay. Thanks.”

“Especially your eyes.”

Anushka smiled. The way a sixteen year old does when she is proposed for the first time in her life.

When she looked up she found Manish staring at her.

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Your husband is lucky to have you.”

“Why do you say so?”

“You have everything that I or for that matter any man would like.”

“Aha, and what are those things?”

“The looks, the nature, the figure.”

The third word made Anushka hold her breath for a moment. Now she knew he must have noticed her figure and God knows what all he must have imagined. A desire brewed inside her to know what Manish thought of her figure. Did he mentally strip her? No! No! No! She prayed but couldn’t afford to publicize her inner squirm.

“What do you like in men?” He asked.

“I am married. Not supposed to answer that.”

“Why don’t you tell me what attracted you to your husband?”

Anushka wished she had answered for men in general. That would have been easier.

“His warmth and…”

“I meant physically.”

Anushka thought for a while. And told what she thought should be Manish’s best part, “His chest.”

“Funny, women say that to me.”

So her imagination was right!

“Women? Is that a lucky man I am talking to?”

“How does it matter? The desired ones always belong to someone else.”

What was that? A hint? Anushka changed the subject a little.

“What do you like in a woman?”

“Eyes and butt.” Manish smiled. He had already said he liked her eyes. Anushka wondered with the second part if he was referring to the grab he made for her butt during their elevator encounter. But she would never know.

As Anushka stripped her sari, petticoat, blouse and in the end her undergarments, she realized her panty had a stain in the middle. She swallowed a lump. It looked like a fresh secretion. Looking at herself in the mirror she knew it must have happened when she was talking with Manish in the party.

“Anushka, am hungry. Be quick.”

Bikash howled from outside and went away. Keeping the wet panty on the washing machine beside, she wondered what would her husband’s reaction be if he knew her wife got wet talking to another man. Someone he despised. It only took a banter with Manish and that too in front of all to make her wet. Arousal is a weird kid!

A sudden sexual urge gripped her. For a moment she touched her well trimmed pussy with the nervous tip of her fingers. She wanted to push them in. But that would not be enough, she knew. She desired to be taken by a man instead and not her fingers. A man with a nice chest perhaps. Her mind was throwing all sorts of perverse images in front of her. Like she was surrounded by several naked men who were jerking seeing her wet pussy. Like she was rubbing her ass on every man’s face one by one. Like she was giving Manish a blow job. The last image made her heart pound. How would be his dick? Her heart asked. Strong, straight and thick. She guessed. Better than Bikash’s? She avoided the answer to that. How would she look naked with him? She imagined Manish standing right behind her, naked. She realized Simi was right after all. They would look good naked. The tip of her middle finger had just entered her pussy. She closed her eyes to allow herself drown in a boiling sexual lava. But there was another reminder from Bikash following which she got a grip on herself, took a quick shower and moved out. Reality was such a spoiler.

Anushka was taking a shower. She was back to her mundane household chores. Though she thought about the party quite a lot in the last one week but with the addition of a new day it was slowly becoming distant. Almost unreal.

As she closed the shower, Anushka heard the calling bell ring but she didn’t worry because the maid, Sarla, was there to answer. In the silence that followed she thought it must have been a sales man. Done with the shower, she dried herself, wrapped a towel, which went till her shapely upper thighs, around her ripe bosom and moved out of the bathroom.

There was a taut silence which made her call out to Sarla. There was no response. Piqued, she tip toed to the drawing room only to see Manish sitting on the sofa. As he stood up, he was clearly not ready to see Anushka in such a condition. She turned in a flash and scampered into the bed room. And only when she went there with her breaths escalating every second she realized she had dropped her towel in the drawing room itself. Perhaps one of its threads had intertwined with one of the shells in the hall room shell-curtain. But the damage was done, she was sure.

She heard the main door lock itself with a slight thud. Anushka instantly started crying. Manish, she was somehow sure, had seen her naked from neck to feet. Back naked! Butt naked! Stark naked. Naked!

After an eternity, she slowly got into her gown and went to the drawing room. The towel was on the sofa now which meant he must have picked it up from the floor for the maid was certainly not there in the flat. Then she remembered she had asked her to fetch some sugar from the market. Damn, she must have gone out when he came in!

Anushka didn’t know what to do. She had to talk to someone. How on earth could she let this happen? But it was an accident after all. Anushka picked up her mobile phone and dialed Simi. She was crying harder now.

“Simi, he saw me.”

“What do you mean? Who? What happened?”

“Manish saw me…butt naked.”

“What the fuck!”
The entire weekend following the ‘wardrobe malfunction’ drained Anushka of tears. Apart from serving the necessary food to Bikash, who seemed all the more distanced from her because of a sudden upsurge in his official work, she kept sobbing.

It was the same while taking a shower, in the kitchen and also while lying on the bed at night. She craved for a magic trick that would turn it all into a fantasy like the ones she immersed herself till recently but never after the torrid incident. The worse part was she could not share it with anyone. What would she tell Bikash? “Mr. Gupta saw your wife butt-naked?” Damn! Bikash anyway went crazy hearing Manish’s name and now this! She even dreaded to move out of her flat fearing an encounter with Manish. What if he thought she did it intentionally to seduce him? People draw all sorts of conclusions. She was simply not ready to face him. Not till she knew how to dig a hole in the earth and bury oneself there at will. Simi turned out to be her only option and confidante.

After Anushka told her, over phone, what all had happened Simi tried her best to console her but Anushka didn’t calm down. Several messages followed. Then she visited her during the day.

“What is the problem with you?”

“Problem? Someone has seen me butt-naked!”

“So?”

“So? Nothing!”

“I have had a talk with Manish. He said he didn’t see anything except your towel on the floor.”

“Liar. And why did you have to ask him about this?”

“Stop behaving like a teenager. He didn’t cheat you on your virginity. Moreover what’s his fault if you walk around your flat semi-naked.”

The moment it escaped Simi’s mouth she knew it came out rather rudely. Anushka felt further embarrassed. Simi immediately apologized.

“But what do you want to do about it really? File a case or something!” Simi asked. Her concern was genuine. “You can’t simply lock yourself in your flat all life.”

“I will not move out till I forget it or come to terms with it with time.”

“Forget it? Come to terms with it? Trust me, the next moment you see Manish be it tomorrow or days and months later it will all come back to you. And the same old depression shall follow.”

“So what should I do?”

“Talk to him.”

“I can’t talk to Bikash about it.”

“Talk to Manish I meant.”

“Are you mad? What will I talk to him about?”

“About what happened.”

“Do I look like I’ll be able to do so?”

“You want me to arrange a meeting with Manish at my place? A party or something where you two can be at ease.”

“No. No more parties please. And I don’t think I’ll ever at ease with him again.”

“Then?”

“I don’t know.”

They intentionally kept quiet as the maid brought in two cups of coffee for them. As she left for the kitchen Anushka asked, “What would you have done if you were in my place?”

Simi sipped her coffee thoughtfully and said, “Honestly, I would have gone to him. And would have told him it was an accident and not to think anything otherwise. Also, not to bring up the subject ever.”

“What if he brought it up again?”

“I would slap him hard for it deals with a woman’s decency.”

Finally something made sense. But would she be able to do what Simi told her?

“You think I should do the same?”

“All I know is you got to do something because this house arrest thing won’t last long. Since he lives in the same society nor will the avoidance work for long.”

Anushka didn’t speak after that but kept thinking about it all through the evening and night. The next morning when Bikash left for office she called up Simi asking for Manish’s number. Simi happily gave it to her and wished her luck. It was afternoon when Anushka summoned all her guts to punch the number on her cell and dial it.

“Hello?” She was sure it was Manish. But there was a tumultuous noise in the background.

“Manish?”

“Yes, who is this?”

‘This is Anushka.”

There was a momentary silence on the other side. Anushka didn’t know whether to repeat her name but realized the background noise was decreasing rapidly as if Manish was changing location.

“Anushka?”

“Yes, Anushka Mukherjee from…”

“Of course I know only one Anushka. What a pleasant surprise! Is this your number?”

“Yes this is mine.”

“Okay I will save it.”

Anushka wasn’t sure if she wanted him to save her number. At least she won’t save his.

“Okay.” She found herself saying.

“So, what’s up with you? Sorry I scampered out that day without meeting you.”

So it was there. The consolation was she didn’t have to bring up the subject herself.

“I called up to say whatever happened that day, was an accident and I don’t want you to bring it up ever again.”

“Can you shut up for a moment.”

“What?”

“No, not you. A guy is screaming on his mobile. Am actually in a meeting. Can I please call you later?”

“Yeah, sure.” Anushka didn’t know what else to say. As she kept her phone beside her she wondered when would Manish call. She hoped he did so before Bikash came home. She chose to wait.

Manish’s sms came at eleven thirty at night. Bikash was beating his fingers hard on his laptop sitting by the dinning table while she was watching television. She picked up her mobile to check the message. It read: Is it too late? Can we talk?

She nervously glanced at Bikash who was too busy to return her look. How would he react if he knew the one man he loathed was messaging his wife at this hour? She messaged him back: Bikash is at home. We can’t talk.

She was about to send it when she realized why is she making it all sound like some kind of unscrupulous activity. She erased the message and retyped: We can talk via messages.

And send it to Manish. A second later his reply came:

Okay with me. What were you talking about in the afternoon. I didn’t get you.

Anushka was confused whether Manish was feigning his innocence or if he indeed was innocent.

She replied: About the towel dropping thing.

She read the message three time before sending it. Her heart had started to beat harder now. She had deliberately silenced her mobile lest Bikash heard the constant beeping. She kept staring at the mobile phone awaiting a response from Manish. It came in the next instant: Should I be honest with you?

Anushka’s heart sank. The message only meant he had seen her butt-naked contrary to what he confessed to Simi.

She nervously typed: I would appreciate your honesty only.

Her mobile beeped the next instant: Promise?

Yes.

I am guilty.

That means you…

I indeed saw your bare back. I am sorry.

Anushka simply didn’t know what to write next. Or should she at all. She deleted all the previous messages and sat still. Never will she be able to face Manish again. Fantasies were one thing. And she was pretty bold in her fantasies but reality is something else all together, she now realized.

What happened? It was Manish again.

She deleted the message. A minute later she saw his name on her cell. He was calling her. She didn’t pick up. The call happened again. The same response. And again. After three full rings no further sms or call came. Anushka didn’t sleep that night nor was she thinking anything. Somebody had made her so hollow that nothing occurred to her anymore. She only lay like a corpse all night beside her husband.

A week later she finally stepped out of her house to buy some cosmetics from the market. She was alert about not being sighted by Manish. Nothing happened. On Sunday she accompanied Bikash to the supermarket to buy all the monthly items. By the time they drove back to their apartment it was eight in the evening.

“You go ahead, I’ll park the car and come.” Bikash told Anushka. She obliged.

As she carried few bags and waited for the elevator to open she admired herself in the full length mirror on the wall opposite the elevator. Each floor of every building in the society had a full length mirror for design purpose. Though she had been avoiding mirrors intentionally of late but looking at her reflection after a long time she felt happy. She was wearing a maroon kurti and a black legging. All her curves were deliciously defined. As the elevator door opened she was appalled to see Manish in it. He was surprised too. Though he was coming down and ideally should have moved out at the ground floor but seeing Anushka he didn’t move. Then he came out. She moved in. He moved in too. Anushka immediately placed one foot in-between the elevator door so that door doesn’t close.

“I am really sorry Anushka.”

“This is not the time Manish. I am with Bikash. He will be here any moment. You please go.” Anushka was genuinely worried but them talking like this in the open.

“First your promise you are not angry with me and we can continue to be friends?”

“I will make no such promises. You leave now Manish.” Anushka’s heart was in her mouth. If Bikash saw them anything could happen next. “Bikash will be here. Leave. please.”

“Okay I’ll leave but you promise you will come to my flat or I will visit your flat and we will talk about it. Please!”

“Manish, what are you doing? I can’t talk.”

“Promise me. Just promise me and I will leave.”

“Okay, I promise. now leave.”

A frantic looking Manish was about to thank her when Bikash appeared. He looked first at Anushka and then at Manish who by then had popped out his mobile phone and was perusing it as if nothing had happened between Anushka and him. Bikash entered the elevator shooting a disgust look at Manish. He didn’t care. Anushka could feel her heart beat loudly. She only hoped it wasn’t loud enough for Bikash to hear. Manish got down at his floor without creating any scene. The moment Bikash and Anushka stepped onto their floor she received a message from Manish: Tomorrow afternoon my place or your place?

It was only at night Anushka replied after thinking a lot about the matter: Your’s.

She was sure to end the matter the next day.

Manish opened the door right after the first bell itself.

“I swear if you had not come today I would have visited you in the evening. Welcome!” He said with a smile. Anushka didn’t respond. She looked around in the corridor that comprised of four flats a floor. There was nobody. Someone could have easily seen her through their peephole from behind the main door of their respective flats and she wouldn’t know. But then this was something she had to do. Moreover, it wasn’t midnight that she was visiting Manish. The latter closed the door the moment Anuhska entered.

As she sat on the sprawling sofa in the drawing room she looked around. It didn’t look like a flat without the touch of a woman. Everything was clean and well kept. She noticed the windows were shut closed and the curtains were drawn tight.

“Want some water?”

“No, its okay.”

Manish sat opposite to her in the one-sitter sofa.

“I am sorry Anushka.” He said.

“I understand you are sorry but after today you have to promise me we won’t talk about the incident and you won’t ever do what you did at the elevator yesterday. Promise?”

“What did I do in the elevator?”

“Manish, let’s not make it bad. You know what I am talking about. I felt harassed.”

“Apologies again. But you were resonsible for it.”

“Me?”

“Yes. If you had not avoided me I wouldn’t have been so frustrated and depserate.”

“I guess you know why I avoided you. You have to understand I am a married woman.”

Manish looked straight at her as if he was reading her. His mobile phone rang. He picked it up, told the caller not to disturb him and cut the line all the while looking at Anushka. Feeling strange she averted her eyes.

“You say you are married, but what do you have to say about this?” Manish handed his mobile phone to her. As she took it with a clueless look on her face she saw he had opened his saved message inbox for her. There was a conversation in the form of sms saved in it between Simi and Manish. Anushka read on as Manish sat quietly staring at her visage.

The messages read:

Are you kdding me? Did Anushka really say that?

Oh yes! She did. She said she would not mind doing it with you.

You mean Anushka Mukherjee right? The wife of Bikash Mukherjee?

Yes, yes, yes.

What else did she tell you?

Anushka didn’t read the rest though she knew it was a long conversation. Simi had told him about their own private discussion. She started to sweat though the air conditioner was on.

“Its not how it sounds like. Simi kept on pushing me.”

Manish smiled and said, “All I know is you too had amorous thoughts regarding me. Isn’t that true?”

“That’s true but-”

“Then why all this moralistic fuss Anushka?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have amorous thoughts regarding me and so do I. From the moment I saw you in the elevator the first time around.”

“Manish, don’t repeat what you just said and I shall pretend you never said it.”

“I want to make love to you Anushka.”

His eyes had that hunger that only a lover can have. It scared Anushka. She stood up and moved towards the main door. It was better for her to leave before it led to something which even she wouldn’t be able to stop. But before she could reach the door Manish held her hands and pulled her towards him. She fought and fidgeted.

“Leave me Manish! Now!”

He left her. She looked at him as if she didn’t expect him to obey her.

“Look Anushka, I am not a bad man. And I understand you are married. But you also got to understand we both want to make love to the other.”

Anushka only wished if she was a good liar then she would have said no on his face. She kept mum.

“Can’t we keep it our own little secret? I am tired of jerking thinking about you.”

Somebody was using the words to her face for the first time. Funnily enough it aroused her. She kept quiet for a moment.

“I need to think about it Manish.”

“Its not your career that you need to think about it. Its a moment that you need to live or forget.”

“But Manish…”

“Look Anushka” Manish’s tone had suddenly turned too grim, “If you don’t do what I request you to then I will have to report to your husband about the entire issue.”

“You are blackmailing me damn it!”

“No. I am only saying there is no other option anymore. Don’t tell me you wanted one either.” Neither of them moved for a moment.

‘Come, sit down first.” Manish said. She let go of his hand and then followed him. They sat down this time beside each other.

“When will Bikash be home?”

“By seven-seven thirty.”

“That gives us” he checked his watch, “Four hours.”

“For what?”

“Don’t be a kid now.”

He was setting up time and she had not even said yes to his fuck proposal. Yet she was helping him in a way to set it all up. Guess, its better not to think anything, she wondered.

“Its happening fast Manish.”

“It needs to happen fast Anushka.”

“What about Bikash? I can’t cheat him point blank!”

“In a way he is responsible for this as well. Tell me if he had satisfied you or given you the time you require would you have fantasized about other men? I think he deserves to be cheated. Its not the ancient times anymore where a woman would have to sacrifice everything for the sake of a husband. Now she has the right to obey her sexuality. To oblige it.”

There was a long silence.

“We are only losing time Anushka.” Manish reminded her.

“Alright. But it will happen my way.” For a second she couldn’t believe she actually said it. For the first time she felt how much she too wanted this to happen. Just she wasn’t as brave enough as Manish probably because of her marital status. But wasn’t Manish right? Isn’t Bikash as much a culprit in this as she was?

A smile of satisfaction and gratitude touched Manish’s face. “Done. I promise nothing will happen that you don’t want. In fact nothing is happening that you never wanted.”

“Can I use the bedroom?”

“Sure. Its all yours. I am all yours.”

Anushka tried to smile and ambled towards the bedroom and closed the door behind. It was a cozy room and just like the drawing room the windows here too were shut from all sides. Good for her. Sitting on the bed she wondered if this is how people commit adultery. In the afternoon. While visiting someone’s place for something else. And end up in the bed. She looked at the bed. Simi’s words buzzed her mind. Anushka for once accepted the fact Manish and she would definitely look good naked on the queen size bed. The question now was: how good.

Just to calm his nerves Manish had poured himself some Whiskey from his small bar at the corner of the drawing room. He looked at his watch again. Twenty minutes had passed and no communication had happened between Anushka and him. Finishing his drink he thought of knocking on the door when it opened. There was an instant rush of blood on his penis. It hardened up.

“You can come in.” He heard Anushka say. He slowly sauntered toward the bedroom and finally entered it.

At one corner Anushka was standing with a bedsheet wrapped around her. She had loosened her hair. Manish noticed the blue kurti she was wearing, along with the white legging, a black bra and a black panty was on the floor next to the bed. The fact that Anushka was stark naked inside the bedsheet-wrap made his penis throb. She was already looking at him.

“You are looking so beautiful Anushka. So damn desirable.”

“Talking will only make it difficult Manish.” She said and let go of the bedsheet. Simultaneously she closed her eyes tight. Manish couldn’t believe his eyes. He adjusted his penis a bit and stared at the ethereally sculpted piece of meat. Anushka was covering her breasts with her left hand across her bosom and with the right she was hiding her pussy. Manish noticed her palm was just about hiding the pussy. Though he could tell she had it trimmed.

“Won’t you remove your hands?” Manish said his throat dry.

Anushka opened her eyes and nodded. “I am feeling shy.” A woman like Anushka standing naked while covering her privates with her hands was the sexiest and the most erotic image Manish had ever seen anywhere. She only turned and stood against the wall veiling her front. Her back was right there in front of Manish. This time it wasn’t for a trice but for eternity.

From the shapely shoulder to the curvaceous back to her succulent butt, Manish’s eyes were adoring the divine creation that Anushka was. An example of how well distributed fat should be. He stripped himself naked in no time and went and stood behind Anushka. His presence and his soft breaths gave her goosebumps. He took the air conditioner’s remote from the bed table nearby and switched it off.

“Why did you switch off the AC?” Anushka asked slowly comign to terms with her rapid breathing.

“I want to sweat it out with you.”

Manish grabbed Anushka’s butt. They were full. There were round. And they were erect. The moment he grabbed them the butt muscles tightened itself. Then slowly the tension was released. Manish kept caressing her butt all over as if he was making sure it was all real. Anushka was quiet and had her eyes closed facing the wall. Minutes later she started perspiring. A drop of sweat dropped down from her nape to her back and was about to reach her butt when Manish’s tongue stopped it. Sticking his tongue out he not only wiped the sweat drop off but also started puppy-licking her entire butt.

If Anushka’s mind was a burner, Manish’s lick were matchsticks with its head burning vehemently. She wanted him to go on and on and so was he. Finally he stopped and parted her butt cheeks with his hands. Anushka missed a beat. Manish stared at her anus.

“Whatever it is do it fast. I can’t take it slow.” She said.

He spat on her chocolate-brown puckered hole. It was a weird feeling of lust and disgust. Lust because someone was interested in her dirt hole and disgust because someone had spat on her. She tried hard to conceal her reaction. Manish only rubbed his saliva all over her anus moistening it with his finger. Then he suddenly bit her butt cheek hard. A shriek escaped Anushka as she brought her hand back and held his head. For the first time an image of Manish eating her butt while she was standing naked facing the wall formed in her mind. She felt wet like never before. Manish licked her down to her feet. Then licked up on the other leg till her butt again. He stood up and holding her shoulders turned her. Since she was already looking down the first thing she noticed was his raging penis: big, bad and throbbing. She was determined not to make any comparisons with Bikash’s. She owed him this much. She freed herself from him and scampered to the bed. Never before she had been this naked with a man. Manish came to her and stood with his penis facing her. She held it in her hands. Then made a grasp and started feeling it up and down. It soon turned into a massage as if it was her way to admire it.
“Look at me Anushka.” Manish almost demanded. She looked up. He smiled. She managed a smile. The manner in which she was massaging his penis became slightly intense. With no more words she popped it inside her mouth and started sucking it. Manish closed his eyes with ecstasy. Anushka held the penis against his tummy and licked it with the tip of her tongue from the base up. All those years of clandestine porn watching in hostel was bearing results now. Not with her husband though as she had wished before. A moment later he started slow thrusts and soon he was mouth fucking her. Next she sucked on his balls one at a time and then circled her warm tongue around the scrotum. After she thought she had sucked and licked his penis and balls enough she started kissing his belly and moved upwards. Manish pushed her on the bed and she fell with her hands and legs open. Manish stared at her shaven but sweaty armpits. As he lay his sweaty body atop her she hugged him. They indulged in a kiss as he explored her face. Then they smooched like two animals. A moment later they calmed down without breaking the smooch. She kept caressing his back and few times grabbed his ass tightly while he pressed his breasts, sucked the nipples hard, bit her navel after encircling them and moved up to smooch her again. Every time they broke the smooch to breathe a bit they looked at each other and then locked their mouths more fiercely than before. In Manish, Anushka had found just the right partner which she always fantasized about; the one who will enjoy her body the way it should be. In Anushka, Manish found a woman who is the prime reason for him being polygamous.

Manish turned Anushka and started kissing and subtly biting her back till he reached her butt. His mouth once again devoured it. But this time he went beyond the butt. He spat on the anus again and started rimming its edges. With each touch of the tip of his tongue her butt muscles alternately contracted and relaxed. When Manish inserted his entire middle finger inside her anus Anushka let out her first moan. It motivated his erection further.

They were on top of each other again with Manish’s penis inside her burning pussy. He had first slid only the tip after which he pushed in the whole of the long and thick meat injection. Once it was inside Anushka couldn’t help but compare it with Bikash’s. As Manish started the slow thrusts he started talking.

“Tell me, am I good?”

There was no reply. Manish bit Anushka on her cleavage. A shriek followed and she spoke.

“Yes.”

“Am I better than Bikash.”

“I don’t want to compare.”

“Tell me.”

“Please Manish.”

“You know it.”

“Manish please.”

“I am better.”

His thrusts were gaining speed. And reaching thus unexplored corners of her pussy exciting her to the hilt.

“Yes.”

‘Yes what?”

“You are.” Anushka had her eyes closed and she sounded as if her sub conscious was taking over.

“I am what?’

“Better.’

“Than whom?”

“Bikash.”

“Bikash who?”

“My husband Bikash. Please Manish don’t do this to me.”

With fierceness of a demon Manish took both her legs and put them on his shoulders and bend forward to squeeze her structure a bit as he started drilling her now. The lonely flat was filled with the sound of his balls hitting her inner thighs. His had pinned her hands above her while his eyes were fixed on hers. Anushka finally started moaning continuously. They were ascending in pitch. Suddenly an extended moan left her. It was embarrassing in a way but the most embarrassing thing happened next. Manish suddenly stopped. He looked down. Anushka already knew what had happened. She had squirted. Her liquid was streaming down her pussy and had moistened his balls.

‘I am sorry Manish. This is so embarrassing.”

“I won’t mind even if you pee on me.” He smiled.

“This has never happened. I don’t how this happened.”

“You got fucked Anushka properly for the first time.”

He forced a smooch. She obliged.

“Tell me what did you fantasize about after you saw me in the elevator?”

“That we were fucking inside it. And you?”

“I wanted to fuck you in your own bed.”

“Should I clean up a bit.”

Manish gaped at her as if he was thinking about something else.

“What’s your weight?”

“What?”

“Your weight.”

“Around fifty four kilos. Why?”

Manish pulled her up. The liquid had dried already. He made her sit on his penis and then picked her up.

“Hold on properly.” He said and she put her hands around his neck.

“Grab your keys.” Manish said as he bend down a bit. She picked it up from the bed table still confused.

“What’s going on?”

“We are going to fuck in the elevator and in your flat as well.”

“Oh no. Oh no, no, no, Manish.”

They were already in the drawing room. And in the next instant they were in the corridor.

“Manish please leave me. Let’s not do this. I’ll do whatever you say but not this please. Someone will see us. Please Manish…please.” Anushka was almost cribbing like a kid but it was all ignored. She couldn’t even scream lest someone opens the door and sees the two naked animals. As Manish, with Anushka on him with her face dug on his chest out of sheer shame and embarrassment, pressed the elevator button the door opened. It was incidentally on the same floor. He entered it, the door closed and Manish pressed the stop button. He pinned Anushka against the elevator next and started pounding her with a renewed vigor. Though getting fucked against a wall was her favorite of all poses but she was in a dilemma. To enjoy or to be scared. She was forced to choose the former. Manish’s guts and strength both surprised and pleased her. He was right. She deserved a man like him and perhaps that’ why she got him in the end. The keys fell on the ground. She held onto his shoulder while he supported her up and down motion by placing his hands below her butt. After some ten-fifteen minutes Manish stopped breathing hard and sucking on her breasts for some time. Anushka too was breathing faster than ever. They looked at each other. She didn’t know what was coming next? A fuck in front of the whole society? She wished yes but hoped not.

“Now time for my fantasy to turn real.” He placed her down and pressed another button. Soon they were on Anushka’s floor. She picked up the keys and as the elevator door opened, she peeped out. There was nobody. God was kind, she wondered, and scampered out to her flat’s main door. As she nervously tried unlocking it her eyes fell on the full length mirror on the floor. For the first time she saw both Manish and herself naked. And realized Simi was so true. They indeed looked made for each other kind of fuck couple. Her full figure against his strong physique. A raw energy invaded her. She seemed sexually possessed.

Anushka quickly opened the door, pulled Manish inside, closed the door behind and took him by his hand to her bedroom. She threw the keys away and pushed Manish on the bed. Next instant she rode him slowly putting his still stiff penis inside her. Steadily she started bouncing. Manish mauled her juggling breasts as he heard her say, “Fuck me Manish. Fuck me silly. I am tired of the sensual shit. I want it bad and dirty.” Hearing those words Manish’s lust escalated. He slapped her butt hard twice. Put a finger in her anus while she took his other hand sucked onto the middle finger. All her holes were plugged now. She kept bouncing till her within tore apart and she collapsed on his chest. This time her moans were accompanied by Manish’s groans.

Lying still on him she could feel his warm semen dripping down her pussy but she didn’t move. And didn’t care. Few minutes passed by. Then she looked at him and kissed him all over his face. He responded with a prolonged smooch. One glance at the wall clock told Manish there was still an hour to go.

“There’s an hour left.”

“I know.”

“What to do?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps I should clean up.”

“Can’t we do it together?”

A naughty smile touched her face. They got up and entered the bathroom together. Sometime in between the land line phone kept in the bedroom rang. Anushka, wrapped in a towel, came out of the bathroom and picked it up.

“Where are you?” It was Bikash. For a moment she thought he was home. She missed a breath.

“Why?”

“I have been calling your mobile phone.”

Anushka remembered she had forgotten her phone at Manish’s place. Along with her dress and undergarments. And then the image of both Manish and she coming naked from his place to hers flashed in front of her. She couldn’t believe it had happened.

“Must be in the drawing room. I actually dozed off.”

“Okay listen, mom and dad are coming here to stay for some time.”

“Suddenly?”

The moment she said so someone pulled her towel away. Manish made himself comfortable on the floor on his four and started rubbing his face on her freshly-showered butt. While trying to move Manish she saw their reflection on the bedroom mirror. It was one of the sexiest images she had ever seen: Manish rubbing his face on her bare butt. As she talked she intentionally jutted her butt further out for him to eat it properly while assuming an erotic pose herself.

“Yeah. For dad’s treatment.”

“That’s fine. I’ll do all the arrangement.” Bending further she brought her hair to one side. And with one hand cupped her breasts. She was looking at her best.

“Good. See you later.” The line was cut. As Anushka kept the receiver back she asked Manish, “How much libido do you have?”

“I can fuck you all day and night.” Whatever Anushka had seen of Manish she knew he could actually do so if he is stating it. Somehow Anushka managed to pull Manish out of her butt and they hit the shower again.

It was twelve thirty at night when Manish messaged Anushka on her phone.

Awake?

She was half asleep playing whatever happened in the afternoon again and again in her mind. At times she thought nothing actually happened. But lowering her blouse she saw a love bite on her right breast. She replied back immediately:

Yes, what are you doing?

Thinking of you and jerking. You?

Shut up liar! Am lying down. Is it right what happened?

Right and wrong are perspectives. Tell me did you enjoy?

Yes.

That matters. Will you like to repeat it?

I am not sure.

As I said I won’t force you. But what if nobody had any problem: neither Bikash nor the society. Then?

YES.

Just my point!

But promise it will be our secret. Not even Simi should know about it.

I swear.

Thanks. Tomorrow my in-laws are coming for 3-4 months. I’ll be busy.

Okay. Won’t we meet at all?

May be. I don’t know. Let’s not push our liberties.

As you say. Just remember if you ever decide to do it again am there.

Okay. Good night.

Good night. By the way, you are awesome Anushka.

Thanks. So are you Manish.

Its a shame you are not my wife.

Bye for now Manish.

Bye Anushka.

Now the only thing that remained was: should she be happy to have crossed the line or feel guilty about it. Anushka chose to close her eyes for the night.

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