But at the same time, when she thought about the feel of a stranger’s cock in her hand, in her mouth or up her pussy for money, she became sexually aroused. She’d considered, if the money was right and the man was nice, she could easily do it with an attractive man, someone less her age. On the other hand, there might be the chances when she’d have to escort a much older man, someone who wasn’t as attractive and/or appealing.
But the most important thing was, what would she say to her beloved husband? How would she get out of the house? How would she explain the sudden infusion of money? In all the years together, she had never lied to him, not once, not ever.
On the other hand, she always noticed, when her husband returned, he looked so tired to do anything, like having sex, except for her giving him a blowjob. He was always in the mood for that. He was never in the mood to spend some extra time pleasuring her. When it came to reciprocating and satisfying her sexually, he had already turned over and gone to sleep. They hardly ever made love anymore, not since the kids were born, one right after the other.
And now, with the things that had suddenly happened and changed their lives for the worse, he was depressed. Sometimes he had trouble getting it up and would suddenly go soft in her mouth. Tired of having to satisfy herself with her fingers, she was always so horny. She missed the feeling of a rockhard cock inside of her for a long time and humping her, while fucking her.
She missed the romance and the attentiveness that diminished more with the birth of each child. Now, with her days filled with less job in film or other show business, she didn’t know what day it was, except for the joy of her children.
Sometimes she felt that there was no purpose to her life. She wasn’t too old to give up her life to them and to relegate her identity to just that of wife, housekeeper, and mother. She wanted something more. She wanted some excitement in her life.
Only, there was never any extra money for anything. She couldn’t remember the last time her husband took her out to eat or bought her flowers. She couldn’t remember when there was money enough so that they could to move outside Kolkata…..forget about buying something new.
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The next morning, after her husband and children’s leaving, she spent on working on the bags under her eyes and putting together her very best ‘lunch at the Paradise Hotel’ outfit. She wore a highly expensive synthetic white saree with matching blouse….putting a big roundish red ‘Bindi’ on forehead and a small strand of ‘Sindoor’ in her ‘Sinthi’. Then she put on her lucky Mangalsutra attached with a beautiful pendant, a pair of matching pump shoe, handful of bangles, a thin chain around her waist and gold earrings.
Gargi’s heart was in her throat when she reached the address mentioned by Sujit….i.e. when she walked into the Paradise Hotel. She headed for the hall where elegant lunches were served for the guests. As she was searching for Sujit…. a very handsome young man with short black hair appeared at her side. He couldn’t have been over 25, but he probably was.