Adultery The Desi Housewife's Fantasy - I

[Mohan Ahuja]

Sonali was in bed with her husband Rajib, kissing and fondling each other. She took his semi erect cock in her hand and started to caress it with soft hands. He pulled her over him and kissed her lips.

"You look so fresh and lovely," he caressed her long hairs.

"You know what happened today in office," she spoke casually. He was all ears.

"Narang, my boss, you know how he is!! He was getting naughty with me," she felt his cock twitch.

"Ohh, What did he do," Rajib looked excited.

"Well I told you earlier also that he is always trying to get into my pants."

"You never told me that," he looked at her accusingly.

"Ohh haven't I... Well... Ah... Umm... I had...," she stopped as if not able to find words.

Rajib opened her gown and slipped his hand inside grabbing a handful of her titties, "you must have been giving him all the wrong signals." Sonali squirmed at his touch and giggled.

"No I am not; he is the one who is coming on to me."

He kissed her boobs and flickered his tongue around her tout nipples, "Keep telling."

"Well he cornered me in the store room," she spoke.

His cock sprang into life and was rock hard; he groaned and sucked hard on her nipples.

"Why you seem to like it, don't you," she spoke stroking his cock.

"Tell me everything, you naughty girl," he grunted.

"Ouch!! Not so hard," Sonali grabbed his hand trying to stop him from mauling her boobs.

"Tell me," he gritted his teeth and pinched them harder.

"Uggg, Ahhh... he grabbed me in the store room during lunch hour... I was alone..." she kissed his head which was buried in her breasts and caressed his balls.

"He pulled my Saree above my waist and bent me over the table," she continued her story, "and placed his hard cock on my pussy by pulling aside the panties."

"Was he rough with you?"

"Yesss... he was very forceful, he forced his cock inside my pussy."

"Was he big?"

"Mmmm... he was big and strong and he pinned me under him." She pushed Rajib on the bed and climbed over him, she knew that he cannot continue to caress his cock or else he will cum in her hand. She guided his hard cock into her wet pussy and slides down on him.

"Ahhh... you are so hot and wet, ummm," he moaned as his cock felt the warmth. Sonali started to slowly move her ass and fuck him while continuing to tell her made up story. Rajib was not able to take the teasing for a long time and threw her on the bed and climbed over her.

"I will fuck you so hard that your pussy will ache for weeks," he gritted his teeth and started to ram his cock into her. Sonali closed her eyes and prepares herself to flow with the waves of the strong orgasm building inside her.

"Why don't you do that for real," Rajib spoke as they lay in each other's arms after the very satisfying sex.

"That was real," she teased him.

"Don't bullshit me... you are so lovely and sexy," he moved his hand across her nude body, "any men would be willing to kill for you."

"I know that but I don't want any bloodshed," she laughed.

Rajib sighed; he knew this would remain one of his fantasies she will never agree to do it in real.

"At least do it once," he pleaded but looking at her smiling face he knew it was all going to deaf ears.

Sonali had collage education and was working with a company as accountant. She got married to Rajib at the age of nineteen and now even at thirty eight years she looks stunning. She had not gained any extra flesh even after the birth of two daughters. Having an average height and a beautiful 36C boobs which look bigger than the size suggests, she turns head wherever she goes.

Rajib was also a smart looking guy but the middle age was catching up with him, a little bit of pot belly and greying thinning hairs tells the story. His father owns a jewellery shop and also a flourishing diamond business and he was the only son, so he joined the business immediately after completing the studies. Although financially Sonali doesn't need to work but once her daughters were old enough to go to school she needed to do something.

Sonali remembered how naive she was when she got married. Although she was not a virgin at the time of marriage she had experienced sex couple of times but still she was unknown to so many facets of sex. She remembers how giving oral was a big issue for her and how every time Rajib has to bribe her to get that. As the years passed by she started to know the power she has over Rajib when it comes to sex. During the early days of marriage he was ready to do anything for oral sex, giving as well as receiving. Same was the case with anal sex or trying any other activity, be it sex in unorthodox places, taking nude pictures, filming them while having sex. Those times she felt very powerful having a hold on him and moreover the sex was still very exciting between them even after being married for over nineteen years.

Rajib always had a thing about Sonali with other men. He always felt excited when he notice any guy checking her out, he felt proud that no matter how much the other guys wish but she is always his. It took him years to realize this and then to admit to her.

At first Sonali was appalled, 'how could he even think like this,' she could not understand. When he continued to bring up the subject, she Googled it and was surprised to see tonnes of material on the net regarding this kind of fantasy. She was fascinated to read it and understood Rajib's behaviour. Her point of view changed and she started to play along. She found her control increased manifold and now she has to just mention about another guy and he is hard as rock. The sex improved tremendously and she started to enjoy it although she never contemplated doing it in real. She would make up stories during foreplay and Rajib would be charged like a bull, although she has to be careful not to overdo it else he ejaculates prematurely.

Rajib woke up in the morning and saw Sonali already taken bath and was looking like a fresh rose.

"Good morning honey," she smiled handing him a cup of tea.

"Good morning darling," he pushed back on the bed rest and admired the beauty; she loves to wear Sarees and was wearing one today. Tucked far below the navel, her flat abdomen and belly button were presenting an exotic view. The blouse seems to be tight on her ample bosom and the crevice between the tities was tempting.

"What are you staring at," she blushed. He attempted to grab her hand but she slipped back giggling, "don't try to get naughty early in the morning, everyone is awake in the house and you have grown up daughters."

"Just a good morning kiss," but she giggled and moved back, "finish your tea and get ready you remember today we have to go to Delhi."

He remembered the wedding of his cousin's daughter at Delhi and the two of them were attending from the family as his daddy was busy with the business and daughters were busy with their classes. He nodded and watched Sonali's ass as she walked out 'I will get you in the train,' he murmured.

It was a big fat Punjabi Indian marriage and they enjoyed their three day stay at Delhi. While returning to take a train to Mumabi they got a bit late in the Delhi traffic and by the time they reached the railway station the train was about to leave. His cousin who came to see them off, hurriedly pushed their luggage inside the AC first class compartment door as the train started to move. They waved good bye to them and the train picked up speed.

"My god just in the nick of time," Sonali breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah," Rajib breathed heavily, "now help me with these suitcases and pull them inside our coupe."

Sonali pulled one while Rajib was behind her struggling with other two, she looked for 'D' and found a tall man standing on the door.

"Let me help you," he got hold of the suitcase and dragged it inside.

"Thank you so much," she smiled. Rajib manages to pull the other two and was breathless.

"Hello, I am Manoj Narang," he extended his hand, "Travelling to Mumbai," he enquired.

"Yeah, I am Rajib and she is my wife Sonali," Rajib shook hands with him while Sonali greeted him with folded hands 'Namestay.'

Sonali felt jittery as she heard his name 'Narang' his fantasy lover and boss, she looked coyly towards Rajib who was smiling sheepishly probably thinking same.

"See the vast difference in climate while it's so cold and foggy in Delhi at Mumbai it's hot and humid," Narang spoke to start a conversation, "I was to travel by plane but last moment all flights cancelled due to fog."

"Too bad, it's always dicey taking a flight during winter season from Delhi," Sonali spoke while Rajib was still catching his breath.

"I am SP (Superintendent of Police) in Mumbai police department," he continued, "came to Delhi for a meeting... you belong to Delhi?"

"Wow!! SP... You don't look like a policemen... you don't have the big belly and ugly face," Sonali exclaimed.

Narang didn't seem to mind at all and burst out laughing, Rajib also smiled customarily, "You seem to be watching too many Bollywood movies." He felt proud that at the age of forty nine also he was in good shape and don't have that pot belly synonym to Indian police.

"We belong to Mumbai and came to Delhi to attend a marriage function," Rajib explained. The small talks continued, Sonali and Narang soon started to chat like long lost friends.

The train coupe was a separate enclosure for four people, two sleeper opposite to each other and two sleepers on top of each one. They were three so they were expecting that maybe the fourth passenger would board the train from next station. Rajib dug out a book and settled down while Sonali moved to Narang's side of sleeper and sat beside him.

It was four thirty in the evening and the train will reach Mumbai next morning eight thirty five, it's a long journey but is comfortable in first class. Rajib glanced towards Sonali and was surprised finding her engrossed talking with Narang.
The ticket collector dropped in to check the tickets. They handed over their tickets and after inspecting he enquired about the fourth passenger.

"Humm... must have missed the train," he spoke, "well have a nice journey and keep the door locked from inside, the next station is Kota and will reach around nine." He left and Rajib closed the coupe's sliding door.

"This is my daughter," Sonali had his mobile phone open and was showing family pictures to him almost leaning into him. Rajib felt odd at her behaviour she was not so talkative and does not open to strangers like this. Narang was showing all interest and also had his mobile phone on to show some of his own photographs.

"Ohh... she is your daughter... you don't look like a mother of a grown up child," Narang spoke while Sonali giggled.

"Asshole trying to use the same age old line of flirting," Rajib thought and was surprised to see that Sonali was giggling. He pretended to be engrossed in the book but continued to keep an eye on their activities.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Narang was surprised when Sonali sat beside him. He looked at her and found an extremely hot wife, draped in an elegant Saree. The long hairs neatly tied behind her neck and reaching upto her waist. The Saree was well below the navel and showing her flat abdomen while the boobs looks like ready to burst out of its restraints. She was sitting close enough for him to smell the sweet perfume she was wearing. He had a magazine in his hand but was hardly able to open it as she kept him engaged in talks. He continued to talk to her about his profession and she showed interest while telling him about her job and family in Mumbai. He glanced at the husband and found an average looking middle age guy engrossed in a book and paying little attention to his wife. Well he was not complaining, 'the journey would be interesting,' he thought. He showed pictures of his wife and son and continued to engage her in talk.

"This is my son, completed the CA course and would be joining a reputed firm in Mumbai soon."

"He look nice, why he didn't wanted to work in police," she enquired.

"He has chosen to study accountancy," he shrugged his shoulders.

Rajib was unable to understand the behaviour of Sonali, she has never done like this and he didn't know how to respond. Suddenly his heart leaped out of his chest when he saw Sonali leaned onto him showing him something and her shoulder met his. He saw that she didn't pull back but kept it pressed against him while continuing to talk animatedly. He felt excited; his cock grew in size and was making a tent in his pant. He quietly adjusted it and watched in amazement as she slipped closer to him and allowed her body to touch his. What is she doing? Is she flirting with this man in his presence, has she decided to make his fantasy a reality. He looked at the man, he appeared to be older than him but in good shape. He was a policeman and a masculine arrogance scintillates from his face. Then he remembered his name 'Narang' always the other man in the fantasies, he felt his gut wrench.

After sometime Narang excuses himself for a loo. 'This woman is coming onto him or is she just a talkative woman stuck with a boring husband', he thought, 'but she isn't realizing that she is sending all kinds of wrong signals.'

He walks in the corridor towards the toilets and dialled his office at Mumbai.

"Hey Sumeet," he spoke as soon as the call connected, "you have to do a job urgently and very confidentially."

"Sure Sir," Summet was all attention; it is not every day that the big boss gave some direct orders. Narang give all the details of Rajib and Sonali and asked him to verify it urgently.

"I have forwarded you a picture of both of them, verify it urgently and come back to me in fifteen minutes," he ordered. He forwarded the picture Sonali exchanged with him during the chat.

"But Sir!! Fifteen minutes, I won't even be able to reach this locality in fifteen minutes let alone verify their identity," he objected.

"Do it," he ordered and ended the call. He looked satisfied, 'I ought to know about them, if they are what she has told or is it some kind of trap, although I don't mind falling into this hot and sexy trap.' He entered the toilets, "the fourth passenger has very conveniently missed the train," he murmured.

As soon as Narang stepped out into the corridor Rajib kept his book aside and looked towards Sonali enquiringly. She smiled mysteriously.

"What is this?" he enquired.

She walked seductively towards him, "isn't this what you always wanted."

He nodded foolishly.

"Well I have decided to fulfil you fantasy," she whispered dramatically.

"But... but..." he stammered, "He is so ugly," he made a bad face.

"He is much fitter than you and beside it's me who has to sleep with him not you."

He was shocked and speechless at her blunt approach. Suddenly she started to laugh hysterically. He looked at her not understanding while she continued to laugh then she hugged him tightly.

"O' my darling husband," she crushed him against her bosom, "I wanted to give you a real feeling of your fantasy, how did you feel when I was getting cosy with him." He didn't know what to say.

"I knew you would chicken out if I ever try it in real," she continued to laugh.

"No... no... I didn't chicken out... it's just that this man does not appear to be my kind."

"Well I told you already, I am the one picking the guy and I have picked him," she smiled, "and you will never be able to approve any man I pick, that is why my darling... it is best that this remain a fantasy."

"Off course darling, you can pick... it's just that I was taken by surprise," he realized that she was teasing him and he felt the thrill, "would you do it."

"We will see," she smiled mischievously and touched his groin, "O' my god you are hard," she chuckled.

"Please do it," after the initial shock, he was feeling the thrill again.

The conversation ended as they heard Narang on the door. He had brought some sandwiches and coffee for all.

"No need to buy all this," Sonali told him, "we have so much food packed," she pulled out the bag from under the seat.

"His brother's wife packed so much," she explained and pulled out the sweet box. They shared the food like a nice fellow travellers and ate together. There was a lull in the coupe as each one was engrossed in his own thoughts. Rajib was on the edge not knowing if she is only teasing him or will actually try something. Narang was suspicious and was anxiously waiting for the call from his subordinate and Sonali was looking back at what she has started on impulse. She just wanted to tease Rajib a little bit and give him a real feeling of his fantasy and was not serious doing it actually. She was not surprised by his reaction; she knew he would be excited, jealous and hard at the same time. She glanced at Narang and felt ashamed, 'what he must be thinking about her.'

Suddenly Narang's phone rang; he looked at the caller and was happy that not in fifteen minutes but at least his subordinate had called him in one hour and fifteen minutes. He took the call and responded in 'yes,' 'no,' 'ok,' and then put down the phone looking satisfied. So they are real couple from Colaba, Mumbai, he was happy with the outcome of his enquiry. "It means that either this woman is really talkative and dumb or she is stuck up in a frustrating marriage with this guy," he thought, either way he is not complaining, 'I am going to have a nice journey,' he stretched a bit and then realized that he has to make sure that the ticket collector does not allot the vacant seat to a fourth passenger.

He went out to look for him and asked him to allot the seat to him. He looked at him suspiciously, "you already have a seat."

"It's for my friend he will board from Ratlam," he pulled out few thousand rupees notes and pushed them in his hand, "no need to issue a receipt," he told him and this ensured that he is not bothered anymore as to why he wants another seat for himself.

He returned to the coupe and slipped beside her.

"Hey show me your palm," he casually asked her.

"What!! You know how to read palm," she responded on instinct and then realised that this is the oldest trick in the book to hold the hand of a girl. She was not sure if she wants to continue but he held her hand. She quickly glanced towards Rajib and he was pretending to be engrossed in the book not knowing what is happening around.

"Humm, you are well educated, married at a young age," he started like he is reading from her palm.

"So suddenly you became a palmist," she chuckled.

"Yes I know how to read palm," he continued telling something from common sense and caressed her hands looking directly into her eyes. She blushed.

Rajib stretched yawning and put his book down. He got up and walked out for a loo and Sonali became very nervous being left alone with him. As soon as the sliding door was shut Narang pulled her towards him. She fell face first over his chest and he moved his other hand around her taking her into his embrace. She instinctively tried to pull back but he held her firmly and placed his mouth over her lips.

Rajib stepped out into the corridor and walked toward the toilets feeling aroused. He felt a strange excitement like he has never felt before. Will this man try to take advantage of his absence; he wanted something to happen but was not sure what the possibilities in this situation are. He entered the toilet and started to take a leak finding it extremely difficult to piss with erect penis.

All the teasing since evening and the illicit nature of the activity had made Sonali extremely horny. Narang was grabbing her boobs over the blouse and was squeezing it hard as Sonali opened her mouth and kissed him back eagerly. She darted her tongue forward and let him suck onto it.
She arched her body in pain and groaned as he pinched the nipples.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Leave me... ugg... please... my husband will be back any second," she pleaded as she realized that the things were getting out of hand. Narang continued to explore her body and only let her go when he heard some noise on the door.

As Rajib entered the coupe he looked at them and tried to figure out if anything happened between them, Sonali was silent and was not chirping like previously. After a pause of few minutes she moved back to his side and Rajib felt something amiss. Sonali announced that she is feeling tired and want to sleep so she asked Rajib to take the upper sleeper. Rajib took the sleeper opposite to her and directly above Narang, from this point he could see her preparing for the bed. She closed the lights and pulled the sheets over her.

In the dim light of night lamp she could clearly see both of them. She saw both of them looking at her as if expecting something. As her eyes met Narang he signalled towards the door indicating her to go out with him. She glanced towards Rajib; he had his eyes fixed on her as if begging her to cuckold him. She can still feel the taste of his tongue and the rough hand on her boobs, a tingling sensation ran between her legs. Several minutes passed and she stared at both of them blankly.

Rajib was nervously fidgeting, in the dim lights also he can clearly see her and the looks on her face was threatening him. Will she do it; he was trembling, waiting in anticipation. It seems like hours before he saw some movement and she got up from her sleeper. She covered the short distance between the two sleepers in one stride and was standing right in front of him. Her face was level to his face. He saw in horror as she stared to undress. He could not see but he knew Narang is on the lower seat watching her. His heart leaped as she threw the Saree on floor, next came the petticoat and she was standing in just a bra and panty. This is happening, this is real and she is going to fuck this man. 'My wife would be taken by this man,' it dawned upon him and it hit him hard, his body started to shake. He started to get up but Sonali placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him back on the seat. Narang said something in a whisper which he was not able to understand.

"He is fast asleep," she replied to Narang in a calm voice looking straight into Rajib's eyes, "he has taken his sleeping pills and he needs drums to wake him up." Rajib felt hurt his face was contorted as he looked into her eyes. Her hand on his chest felt so heavy that he was finding it difficult to breath. He wanted to say something but his voice failed him.

Rajib saw two hands came out from the lower seat and grabbed her by the waist. He watched in panic as the large hands grabbed the tiny panty and pulled it apart, 'snap' the elastic broke and the panty tore into two parts. He threw it over the heap of clothes and his hands were all over her naked buttocks. He heard her gasp; her eyes were wide open as she looked beyond him. Then she was gone, disappeared into the lower seat, pulled away by him. He stared helplessly into the vacuum.

Narang pulled her sharply into the bed with him. He was horny for a long time and went berserk watching her undress. There was no room for any foreplay, he threw her on the sleeper and climbed over her. His hands moved expeditiously over her body, a hard tug at nipples, a squeeze of buttocks and then yanked her legs apart. As his hand explored the hot snatch a long grunt emanated automatically from her throat. 'Yeah she is wet.' He pulled her both legs up bending her into half and lined his cock over the labia.

"Ahhhh...my god," she squealed and her eyes opened wide as the hot cock slipped inside spreading her cunt. Entire cock was impaled in one swift stroke and she cried out loud feeling the girth of it.

"O my god... O my god... O my god... O my god..." she covered her mouth with her hands as she screamed with every thrust. Narang put all his weight over her grabbing her underneath him and started to fuck her in earnest. Sonali had her arms around his shoulders and was digging her nails into him.

Rajib was lying on the top sleeper unable to move even an inch. 'This is my fantasy,' he thought, 'then why am I not enjoying it? In my fantasy she was always fucked hard and she always enjoys the other man's cock, so what's wrong now.' The realisation that your wife wants another man hits hard and it hurts. The other man fucking is making her scream and howl in ecstasy. He felt waves after waves of jealousy and yet his cock was hard. The low muffled grunts of his wife were increasing in intensity. He has never heard her scream so hard and was worried if her voice could be heard into the next coupe.

Sonali was lying prone after the intense orgasm she had and was still breathing hard. Narang was cuddling her and his strong body felt soothing to her. 'So it's over,' she thought, she had finally cuckolded her husband. Beads of sweat fall from her forehead even in the cold AC environment. It was fast, it was furious and it is over leaving behind a lingering sense of fulfilment. She wanted to go back to her sleeper and get dressed, but he held her.

"You are wonderful," he spoke turning her head towards him and softly kissed her lips. His strong hands caressed her nude body and she felt so good. She opened her mouth and kissed him feeling his hot breath on her face. She felt it wrong, there should be no room for any feelings, she should be going back. But she was unable to get up rather snuggled closer.

"You have a lovely set of boobs," he caressed her globs which were standing tall on her chest needing no support. They were fat from the base and tapering as you go up to the nipples with slightly dark pink areolas around the nipples. He played with the nipples and rubbed the fluffy areolas with his thumb and finger.

Rajib was expecting Sonali to come out of his bed but time passes by and she was still with him. The silence was making him mad; he looked below and found her clothes lying in a heap, torn panty on top. This was the designer panty that he has bought for her; he felt a pang in his heart.

Sonali felt the hardness against her thighs 'is he getting hard again.' Whenever she told the made up stories to her husband her lover would always have a big cock and she had fucked this man and not even taken a glance at his cock. This made her chuckle.

"What is so funny," he enquired, she shook her head.

"You have torn my panty," she complained.

"I am sorry about that," he spoke and patted her ass, his hardness now poking at her. She slipped his hand between them and touched it. It felt hard, unconsciously she compared it and found that it is almost the same size as of her husband but much thicker. She stroked it and clutched his balls in her palm. He was onto her again this time slowly making his moves, enjoying every bit of her body. She was not complaining, his body is new to her and it is exciting to feel a strange and strong body on top of her.

Unintentionally she started to notice the difference between his lovemaking and her husband's. While her husband was soft and loving, Narang was rough, his nudges and tugs were hard making her squirm. He was now using her for his pleasure, digging his nails and teeth on her cheeks, breasts and thighs. She was never handled this way before. She threw her head back on the pillow and presented her body to him to use as he pleases.

Rajib was jolted out of his trance as he heard a moan from below 'they are not finished,' he was terrified. His imagination run wild thinking what this man must be doing to make her moan in such a fashion. Listening to the deep animalistic grunts he felt envious as well as felt deeply satisfied that this man is Rajibshing her in a manner that he was not able to do.

Sonali spread her legs wide to allow his manhood to have free and uninhibited access to her pussy. She clutched him as he started to pound her with slow but hard thrusts. The thick cock has stretched her pussy well and she cried, as he was pinching her flesh hard with each thrust. He grabbed one of his boobs and placed his mouth over it sucking in a large part.

"Uggg...Mmmm..." she arched her body in pleasure and felt her pussy clinch his cock tightly. His slow and hard thrusts were frustrating her and she nudged him to go faster but he continued his way and dug his teeth deep into her flesh.

"Ahhhh... maamm...Ugg... Ugg."

"I want to mark you," he whispered. She looked puzzled.

"I want to leave my mark on you," he groaned and dug his teeth hard on her soft boob.

"AHHHHHHHHH... MUMMMMMMMY... AHHHHHHHHH."

Her eyes spread wide and she pushed him back by his hairs but the teeth dug deep into the flesh and stayed there. A sharp pain flashed through her body, she kicked her legs in despair but he kept sucking with his teeth deep into the flesh. In a while her body got used to the pain and then an itching sensation started from her nipples and spread fast to her pussy. She bucked her groin and held his head tightly wanting him to ram harder and he did exactly that.

"Now the other breast," he spoke letting go the boob in his mouth.

"Ummm... Maaa..." she felt an orgasm building inside her and she wanted to cum. She groaned even before he placed his mouth over her right breast.

"AHHHHHHHHH... MUMMMMMMMY... AHHHHHHHHH," she cried out once again clutching his hairs. She panted and endured the pain waiting for it to subside and the sensation to spread inside her. He started to ram her hard and fast now.

"AHHHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHHH," she shuddered into a loud orgasm as Narang also released his cum deep inside her pussy.

She slept, too tired to move and got up early in the morning when it was still dark outside. She quietly dressed as both the men were sleeping and entered into her bed.
Morning was very awkward and they sat quietly.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Rajib was not sure how to react when they reach Mumbai and Narang wished good bye. He hesitated for a moment then shook hands.

There was silence during the ride home; they found that except the maid no one was in the house. Sonali walked straight to her bedroom followed by Rajib. He looked at Sonali with pain in his eyes, not knowing what to say. She knew what kind of feelings he was going through. She started to undress and then walked nude to the shower. She turned her neck to look at him and found him standing dumbfounded, she nodded her head asking him to accompany him to the shower.

He quickly got rid of his clothes and rushed to the bathroom; Sonali was already under the shower. She pulled him close to her, the cold water splashed over him. He was overwhelmed with emotions and hugged her tightly showering kisses on her face. Then he took the soap and started to rub it all over her. She moved her hand below his stomach and found his hard cock, she started to massage it.

"Are you alright," finally he manages to speak. She nodded and continued to masturbate him. Suddenly he started to tremble as he saw the bite marks on her breast.

"This...this," he was shaking.

"He has left his mark on me," she spoke softly and moved her fist faster on his cock, "Kiss it, this is for you."

He shuddered as he placed his lips on her boobs and started to spray his cum over her hands.

The night outside was slowly receeding.

 

[Kalyani-ravi]

Sonali was in bed with her husband Rajib, kissing and fondling each other. She took his semi erect cock in her hand and started to caress it with soft hands. He pulled her over him and kissed her lips.

"You look so fresh and lovely," he caressed her long hairs.

"You know what happened today in office," she spoke casually. He was all ears.

"Narang, my boss, you know how he is!! He was getting naughty with me," she felt his cock twitch.

"Ohh, What did he do," Rajib looked excited.

"Well I told you earlier also that he is always trying to get into my pants."

"You never told me that," he looked at her accusingly.

"Ohh haven't I... Well... Ah... Umm... I had...," she stopped as if not able to find words.

Rajib opened her gown and slipped his hand inside grabbing a handful of her titties, "you must have been giving him all the wrong signals." Sonali squirmed at his touch and giggled.

"No I am not; he is the one who is coming on to me."

He kissed her boobs and flickered his tongue around her tout nipples, "Keep telling."

"Well he cornered me in the store room," she spoke.

His cock sprang into life and was rock hard; he groaned and sucked hard on her nipples.

"Why you seem to like it, don't you," she spoke stroking his cock.

"Tell me everything, you naughty girl," he grunted.

"Ouch!! Not so hard," Sonali grabbed his hand trying to stop him from mauling her boobs.

"Tell me," he gritted his teeth and pinched them harder.

"Uggg, Ahhh... he grabbed me in the store room during lunch hour... I was alone..." she kissed his head which was buried in her breasts and caressed his balls.

"He pulled my Saree above my waist and bent me over the table," she continued her story, "and placed his hard cock on my pussy by pulling aside the panties."

"Was he rough with you?"

"Yesss... he was very forceful, he forced his cock inside my pussy."

"Was he big?"

"Mmmm... he was big and strong and he pinned me under him." She pushed Rajib on the bed and climbed over him, she knew that he cannot continue to caress his cock or else he will cum in her hand. She guided his hard cock into her wet pussy and slides down on him.

"Ahhh... you are so hot and wet, ummm," he moaned as his cock felt the warmth. Sonali started to slowly move her ass and fuck him while continuing to tell her made up story. Rajib was not able to take the teasing for a long time and threw her on the bed and climbed over her.

"I will fuck you so hard that your pussy will ache for weeks," he gritted his teeth and started to ram his cock into her. Sonali closed her eyes and prepares herself to flow with the waves of the strong orgasm building inside her.

"Why don't you do that for real," Rajib spoke as they lay in each other's arms after the very satisfying sex.

"That was real," she teased him.

"Don't bullshit me... you are so lovely and sexy," he moved his hand across her nude body, "any men would be willing to kill for you."

"I know that but I don't want any bloodshed," she laughed.

Rajib sighed; he knew this would remain one of his fantasies she will never agree to do it in real.

"At least do it once," he pleaded but looking at her smiling face he knew it was all going to deaf ears.

Sonali had collage education and was working with a company as accountant. She got married to Rajib at the age of nineteen and now even at thirty eight years she looks stunning. She had not gained any extra flesh even after the birth of two daughters. Having an average height and a beautiful 36C boobs which look bigger than the size suggests, she turns head wherever she goes.

Rajib was also a smart looking guy but the middle age was catching up with him, a little bit of pot belly and greying thinning hairs tells the story. His father owns a jewellery shop and also a flourishing diamond business and he was the only son, so he joined the business immediately after completing the studies. Although financially Sonali doesn't need to work but once her daughters were old enough to go to school she needed to do something.

Sonali remembered how naive she was when she got married. Although she was not a virgin at the time of marriage she had experienced sex couple of times but still she was unknown to so many facets of sex. She remembers how giving oral was a big issue for her and how every time Rajib has to bribe her to get that. As the years passed by she started to know the power she has over Rajib when it comes to sex. During the early days of marriage he was ready to do anything for oral sex, giving as well as receiving. Same was the case with anal sex or trying any other activity, be it sex in unorthodox places, taking nude pictures, filming them while having sex. Those times she felt very powerful having a hold on him and moreover the sex was still very exciting between them even after being married for over nineteen years.

Rajib always had a thing about Sonali with other men. He always felt excited when he notice any guy checking her out, he felt proud that no matter how much the other guys wish but she is always his. It took him years to realize this and then to admit to her.

At first Sonali was appalled, 'how could he even think like this,' she could not understand. When he continued to bring up the subject, she Googled it and was surprised to see tonnes of material on the net regarding this kind of fantasy. She was fascinated to read it and understood Rajib's behaviour. Her point of view changed and she started to play along. She found her control increased manifold and now she has to just mention about another guy and he is hard as rock. The sex improved tremendously and she started to enjoy it although she never contemplated doing it in real. She would make up stories during foreplay and Rajib would be charged like a bull, although she has to be careful not to overdo it else he ejaculates prematurely.

Rajib woke up in the morning and saw Sonali already taken bath and was looking like a fresh rose.

"Good morning honey," she smiled handing him a cup of tea.

"Good morning darling," he pushed back on the bed rest and admired the beauty; she loves to wear Sarees and was wearing one today. Tucked far below the navel, her flat abdomen and belly button were presenting an exotic view. The blouse seems to be tight on her ample bosom and the crevice between the tities was tempting.

"What are you staring at," she blushed. He attempted to grab her hand but she slipped back giggling, "don't try to get naughty early in the morning, everyone is awake in the house and you have grown up daughters."

"Just a good morning kiss," but she giggled and moved back, "finish your tea and get ready you remember today we have to go to Delhi."

He remembered the wedding of his cousin's daughter at Delhi and the two of them were attending from the family as his daddy was busy with the business and daughters were busy with their classes. He nodded and watched Sonali's ass as she walked out 'I will get you in the train,' he murmured.

It was a big fat Punjabi Indian marriage and they enjoyed their three day stay at Delhi. While returning to take a train to Mumabi they got a bit late in the Delhi traffic and by the time they reached the railway station the train was about to leave. His cousin who came to see them off, hurriedly pushed their luggage inside the AC first class compartment door as the train started to move. They waved good bye to them and the train picked up speed.

"My god just in the nick of time," Sonali breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah," Rajib breathed heavily, "now help me with these suitcases and pull them inside our coupe."

Sonali pulled one while Rajib was behind her struggling with other two, she looked for 'D' and found a tall man standing on the door.

"Let me help you," he got hold of the suitcase and dragged it inside.

"Thank you so much," she smiled. Rajib manages to pull the other two and was breathless.

"Hello, I am Manoj Narang," he extended his hand, "Travelling to Mumbai," he enquired.

"Yeah, I am Rajib and she is my wife Sonali," Rajib shook hands with him while Sonali greeted him with folded hands 'Namestay.'

Sonali felt jittery as she heard his name 'Narang' his fantasy lover and boss, she looked coyly towards Rajib who was smiling sheepishly probably thinking same.

"See the vast difference in climate while it's so cold and foggy in Delhi at Mumbai it's hot and humid," Narang spoke to start a conversation, "I was to travel by plane but last moment all flights cancelled due to fog."

"Too bad, it's always dicey taking a flight during winter season from Delhi," Sonali spoke while Rajib was still catching his breath.

"I am SP (Superintendent of Police) in Mumbai police department," he continued, "came to Delhi for a meeting... you belong to Delhi?"

"Wow!! SP... You don't look like a policemen... you don't have the big belly and ugly face," Sonali exclaimed.

Narang didn't seem to mind at all and burst out laughing, Rajib also smiled customarily, "You seem to be watching too many Bollywood movies." He felt proud that at the age of forty nine also he was in good shape and don't have that pot belly synonym to Indian police.

"We belong to Mumbai and came to Delhi to attend a marriage function," Rajib explained. The small talks continued, Sonali and Narang soon started to chat like long lost friends.

The train coupe was a separate enclosure for four people, two sleeper opposite to each other and two sleepers on top of each one. They were three so they were expecting that maybe the fourth passenger would board the train from next station. Rajib dug out a book and settled down while Sonali moved to Narang's side of sleeper and sat beside him.

It was four thirty in the evening and the train will reach Mumbai next morning eight thirty five, it's a long journey but is comfortable in first class. Rajib glanced towards Sonali and was surprised finding her engrossed talking with Narang.
The ticket collector dropped in to check the tickets. They handed over their tickets and after inspecting he enquired about the fourth passenger.

"Humm... must have missed the train," he spoke, "well have a nice journey and keep the door locked from inside, the next station is Kota and will reach around nine." He left and Rajib closed the coupe's sliding door.

"This is my daughter," Sonali had his mobile phone open and was showing family pictures to him almost leaning into him. Rajib felt odd at her behaviour she was not so talkative and does not open to strangers like this. Narang was showing all interest and also had his mobile phone on to show some of his own photographs.

"Ohh... she is your daughter... you don't look like a mother of a grown up child," Narang spoke while Sonali giggled.

"Asshole trying to use the same age old line of flirting," Rajib thought and was surprised to see that Sonali was giggling. He pretended to be engrossed in the book but continued to keep an eye on their activities.