While going to school occasionally for PTA meets, I had gazed at Arpita and enjoyed her beauty, on the sly, as she and my wife are good friends. Arpita has two children as well, and they also study in the same school. So, even if I had any intention of flirting, I need to be careful as there was a reputation that I needed to uphold and keep.
Our daughter was at the dance class, and she will return home on her own. My parents-in-law live here with us, but today they had gone for a family function to another town. Arpita had already finished her coffee, I noticed and I also sensed that she seemed ready to leave. She was looking at her phone as she had booked an Uber. My wife very politely mentioned that I could drop her. I glanced at my wife, about not being that ready to drive again in this weather, by then, Arpita immediately said ‘no need to bother’.
The uber as usual took its time, and then cancelled at the last moment. She started looking for another. Outside, the rain fell heavier. My wife decided, enough is enough. She called me inside and asked me to drop her friend. I was a bit apprehensive at the beginning for taking up this long journey, but now sensing that it is going to be a nice drive with Arpita as company, my naughty mind started to flutter.
I very reluctantly agreed, making the decision to be completely my wife’s, and she spoke to Arpita and told her that I would drop her home. By then, the next Uber guy also cancelled due to the rough weather, probably.
My wife just had another thought of may be joining in for the drive. That should have been the ideal and the sensible thing to do, but at times like these, we also need to think with our heart. It is not something that I wanted, so, I asked my wife to stay home when our daughter returns, as she would then be alone, otherwise. So, it was set, and all agreed upon. I excused myself saying that ‘I will just freshen up and then we shall go, 5 minutes”
I had a quick shower, as I knew I need to spend about 20 minutes inside a car with Arpita. I wore a T-shirt and shorts, and sprayed after shave. Of course, I have no inclination of even trying to touch or flirt as, I did say earlier, there are reputations that need to be checked. We are too closed as a community to do something foolhardy. Arpita told sorry many times and my wife told her, as compensation, to make me some hot tea and some snacks after we reach home before sending me back.
And so, we began our journey. The rain poured outside. Arpita looked good, of course. And as soon as we started, she again said, sorry. This time I told her with a little bit of heart, taking courage in starting a different conversation.
‘Please don’t mention it, I am fine, it’s a pleasant ride especially in gorgeous company’.
And sheepishly I smiled, and glanced sideways to see if she had taken that dialogue well. I noticed a slight smile too, which was a relief. She spoke,
‘You know, Suraj, at school, the day the parents come, we teachers do comment on the men coming over, there is lot of gossip, when girls get together’
‘I know, I have heard some’,
‘Oh… have you heard then, that you are one of the more popular ones, many teachers look forward to seeing you there’
I waited for her to continue… she looked at me, and I glanced at her once and then turned back to the road.
‘… not because you are anu’s husband, but, because of your looks, and also about what you do as work’
‘Seriously, film?’
‘Yes’
‘Wow, that’s nice to hear. Men too fall for flattery!’
I could see the rise and fall of her right breast from under her pallu, if you look carefully. I have been careful in trying to get a glance. Also, her midriff, the black colour breaking the milieu of her whiteish skin.
‘It’s always fun to come to the school, there are beautiful teachers to look at, as well. But, at the same time, when your wife teaches and when your children study there, one needs to be careful’, I said.
‘Careful of…?’
‘looking’… or gazing…, ogling…’
Again, a sly smile. My courage increased. This was getting interesting.
Very casually, I asked her, ‘Your house is full of people, your parents in law, stay with you, and children would be home too?’
‘Yes’, she said, ‘why the question?’
‘Nothing, just a thought, when does your husband come back from work?’
‘Saturdays by 4 or so, otherwise, about 7:30’
I naturally looked at my watch. And she noticed it, it was an instant reaction. She looked at me direct.
‘Men will be men’, I said, a little sheepishly.
Again, her smile, it was terrific. I smiled too, looking outside.
‘What did you think of, just now’, the question from Arpita came sudden and it took me by surprise.
‘No… nothing in particular’.
Then taking the courage and probably going towards another route, I asked her,
‘What I am going to ask next, if you are uncomfortable with it, I want you to say so, I will not continue…’
‘Sure,’ she said, very surely.
‘Ok – tell me, the one thing you have never told your husband!’
She was of course a bit taken back from that question, did she expect something else, I don’t know. She looked at me with an expression that didn’t give away anything about her thought process, but I had to be careful. Still, I bravely continued…
‘The answer shouldn’t be like, I bought an extra dress or slippers… it has to be something more serious… something which you didn’t want to tell’, a secret!
She was lost in thought, maybe not able to recollect anything, as she shook her head trying to think. ‘May be the gossips, may be what I look in other men… I don’t know, or maybe we do not have anything like that. Is it significant?’
I bravely continued… ‘I cannot say about significance, but it also defines your intimacy, to a certain extent. People are close, people are faithful, but what we speak also determines that, are we really that close? Will we tell everything to the person we love?’
She didn’t answer for few seconds, and shaking her head, said, ‘I am not getting anything, you tell me, about you, then, maybe I will remember something, otherwise, I am unable to get the context of it’.
‘Ok, Arpita, what I am going to say, you need to keep it to yourself. You shouldn’t gossip about this in school, ok?’
‘Of, course, surely’
‘My wife knows I masturbate sometime, I do regularly, of course, but what I don’t tell her, is about my subjects and situations’.
Her immediate response was, ‘Why not?’
‘You guess…’,
Arpita, turned towards me, and with a slight smile, at the corner of her lip, said, ‘She knows them or her’,
‘Yes, she knows one or two subjects’
As soon as I mentioned that, the mood inside the car changed, the tension increased. She became quiet, very quiet. I became a bit scared; did I cross the line?
Slowly, she smiled then, like making a decision kind of smile. ‘Ok, tell me, one person whom I know as well’. The smile didn’t leave her sensual lips. I was sure she knew the answer, or at least, wanted what I was going to say next, to be the answer.
I calculated the distance to her house, the time that will take to reach there. About, another 10 minutes, I suddenly had figured something might just about take place. I slowed the vehicle a bit. She sure might have noticed, but didn’t care. With all my courage, I said,
‘You are one… for sure’
She looked at me and I turned and looked at her too. Her lips were quavering. There was no answer, no response to what I just said. Arpita turned and looked outside, the country side flew by.
She lowered her window, without saying anything and put her head out. Rain fell on her face. My heart was beating. What is going to come next will determine where this trip is going to go towards.
She said, without a smile, but I could feel her lips shaking, her chest slightly heaving, she fidgeted with her hands, quite nervous. ‘Ok, what’s the situation and how did you go about it in your fantasy? How does it take place?’
My eyes lit up hearing that, I looked at her, and said in a little bit more confident manner, but still in safe mode.
‘See… Arpita, we are treading on dangerous waters, are you sure, you want to hear it?’
‘Yes… the whole part’
‘It shouldn’t break our familial set up, my wife and your friendship,’
‘Sure, I understand, tell me, I want to know’
I slowed the car a little more, there was so little time. Her house was nearby.
‘Ok, then, I will start from the setup, how it begins, try and tell like a scene’
‘Film scene, naturally’, she said and laughed, this time a bit more heartily, she looked beautiful when she laughed, and her breasts rose with it.
It’s raining outside’, I began, ‘and I come home one day and see you there, dressed in a beautiful black saree,
She smiled, ‘a typical line… Hmm… and you offer me a lift?
‘No’, I say, ‘I let my wife offer you a lift, and I be evasive to it, even though wants it, I do not show it’,
Another small smile from her, ‘ok, Continue…’
‘And you apologize’, I say, confidently continuing, ‘even though you also want it’,
Then, we start traveling in the car, but in my mind, I know, that you are not alone at home. You have people there, so, even if I get a chance where am I going to do it’? my mind is in turmoil.
She is listening… no reply. I wait, I continue… And this time, bravely, I flirt.
‘You are looking sexy in that black saree, with your stomach that I can see and a small amount of the curvy cleavage.
There was a small intake of her breath, and she naturally looked down and covered her chest, pulled up the pallu. I smiled. She smiled too. The place and the atmosphere inside was becoming horny. I was getting aroused. She shifted her legs slightly as well, probably small wetness.
‘Next what I am going to say is the important part, so, listen carefully, ok?
She nods, and I continue…
… ‘But in your mind, you already know that there is no one at your home today. They have all gone somewhere, something which I am not aware’.
‘What?’, she asked me with a doubt, quite surprised.
‘In the dream, or in my story, in my build up fantasy’!
‘Oh, ok…’ she smiled, understanding what I was saying. ‘Got it, please, continue’
‘And you tell me that I am the best, or the most good-looking father to come for PTA meetings.
‘Oh!… and I say really… in that happiness, ‘I very casually put my hand on your thigh, it’s done very casually’.
She flinches, but my hands are at the gear shift only. I hadn’t moved. Her lips shook again.
‘Are we living the dream?’, she whispered
‘You want my hand on your thigh?’
‘No… continue…’
Before I could begin, she also says,
‘On the next junction, we take a left’.
‘Oh! Already…?’, my reaction was abrupt. And I was a bit disappointed, even though nothing might happen here, but the whole situation was becoming very exciting.
Then she asked, boldly… ‘so, in your scene do we stop and kiss inside the car’?
I said … ‘no’
She seemed disappointed… I then asked… ‘do you want to’?
‘No’, blushing… she says, pointing with her fingers, ‘take that left’.
‘But, now, Suraj, I want to know more. So, in your fantasy, are we doing it in the car? And if no, then where? As you already know, there are people at home, remember you said it, too.’, she spoke animatedly.
I had no answer, and we reached her house.
‘There is nothing more to say, ok, in my fantasy, or dream I stop the car, you get off, and there, then, you invite me inside’.
She turned around, trying to make a decision, ‘Ok… because in your fantasy, there is no one inside my house now, which only I know!’
‘Yes, correct’, So, what now?’
She waited, a second, and I continued, ‘you asked me, where does the lovemaking taking place, in my story it happens inside your house!’
She seemed disappointed, for a second, again, I was disappointed too.
‘Ok, she said, again, making a decision, ‘come in, like what your wife said, I might as well offer you something to eat’.
‘Are you sure?’, I asked, happy in being able to spend some more time in her company, even though may not be alone.
‘Yes, I want to hear rest of the story’…
And saying that with a smile, she walked out towards her two-storey house. I parked the car and followed her, and waited outside the front door, and knocked. Arpita opened it, and I walked slowly inside.
‘Please sit, give me few minutes’, saying that, she went inside the house, leaving me alone to explore.
I looked around, I didn’t hear any sound, I was surprised. I didn’t lock the front door. I waited. Was I really now living the dream?
Arpita came back with a glass of water, and locked the front door. She then sat opposite me, confidently, with a teasing smile, said
‘So, tell me the rest, continue your story, your fantasy’.
‘Are we living it’?
‘Why do you ask’?
‘You already knew there was no one at home?’
‘Yes, long back, when you started the story and for at least another two hours, we will be, if you plan to stay’
Her smile was inviting. I took a sip of water. The scene had changed and now I had an inclination as to where this just might go. It was exciting and scary. I had never yet cheated on my wife, but I felt today, it’s going to change. I looked into her eyes. There was a sparkle there.
So, now I have come inside, I understand that you are alone and knew it all along, so that is an encouragement for me to move with confidence’.
(Whatever I am saying, I am doing too) My heart is beating, and slowly, I get up from my seat and go near you to where you are sitting. You look up to me expectantly, and you get up, and come very close, and I hold your stomach, above the folds of the saree, my first touch is there, and you scream softly, Ouch…’
With my left hand I cover your neck and bring your face closer, you close your eyes and you lift your upper lip, in anticipation, And I say… ‘I won’t be able to tell anything further’
Why?
‘Because most of the things I am going to do, I need to use my mouth, its not going to be free to talk’
She blushed, her cheeks go red, and then all the softness and slowness disappeared. We kissed, long hard and hungrily. I grab her with both my hands and pushes her to the wall, and kisses her throat. Same time, I slowly pinch her nipple through the garment. She moans.
I carry her in my arms, and she points towards the bedroom, and I keep kissing her, and reaching near the bed, drops her onto it.
I lock the room, remove my dresses. She had by then removed her saree quickly, and now lies down in her black brassiere and panties. She looked sexy, and ravishing, her navel, the wonderful breasts tucked in the bra. I removed my underwear and my member came out, rising. She looked at it and smiles. I join her in bed, kissing her hungrily and caressing her back, unhooked the bra. The soft round breast free from the garment, and I went with my mouth to the breast, she arched her back, provocatively, pushing those beautiful mounds of flesh, towards my face, her pink nipples all hot and wanting. I sucked at the nipple and caught her breast from below, circled my tongue over it and she screamed in pleasure.
I went down towards her navel, and with my hands removed her black lace panties. I kissed her thighs first and then circled my tongue on her navel and stomach.
I knew we didn’t have much time and so I went for the clitoris and sucked it, licked it, and she shouted, a cry came from her lips. With her hands, she caught hold of my head, and pushed herself down, lying under, all ready and wanting, holding on to my penis. It had grown in size and she groped it.
‘Take me, take me, Suraj, please we don’t have much time’
Yes… I cried… will do… you are gorgeous’,
‘And, so are you’, said Arpita…
My dick was rock hard, and she was dripping wet, and we were ready.
Do you have condoms?’, I asked
She said, ‘no need… I will manage’, come to me… don’t delay, please’
And so I entered, her fingers covering me, guiding me with her hands and I went deep, her vagina took me in. I started slowly at first and went faster, simple strokes in and out in a nice rhythm.
‘Ooh, ah, I could hear her moaning of pleasure, Oh, God! fuck me… oh… wow…’, her pleasure was echoing in the room. I licked her neck, under the cheek. And she nearly bit me, in my ear, and my rhythm of our coupling started getting faster. I pressed her breast and squeezed her nipple, she screamed. I was ready to finish and so was she. She came first, shuddering and I followed about a minute later, blasting my semen all over inside.
I fell on her first, our chests together, and soon, rolled over on to the side, panting. The scene of our lovemaking, the evidence of it spread across, our dresses, her saree and blouse amidst our tangled bodies. A coupling euphoria we attained; I am sure.
I got up first, washed and changed back and went and sat in the living room. Arpita came out, a minute later, covering herself, in a not so detailed manner, with only the saree, no blouse nor brassiere. I smiled at that sight, beautiful!
She smiled and told me, ‘Your wife had asked me to feed you something for the trouble you took’,
Our smile and our silence told the rest, of what I was fed.
‘Look, Arpita, that was really deadly, sweet. I feel, we need to play a return match soon and it should ideally, be with lot more time than this… what say?’
She hugged me, and taking hold of her juicy lips, I gave a long kiss, licking and sucking it. Slurp, our tongues went. We both knew that it’s not going to be easy but we also knew that it will happen again. And just before I left her house she said, ‘This, I figure, is something we will never tell our spouses’? Yes, I nodded, never!’
I drove back, with window down in my car, the rain pelting, and I washing my face with it. About an hour or so ago, I was in the same car, going in another direction, look what the day had got me.
Really, whose dream, was it? Whose fantasy? How did the reality, turn out? Did she foresee it or me?
Who knows, but I got to tell you, a bong senorita and the Kerala rain is a deadly combination!
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