Misc. Erotica Shanti's Tryst with Adventures

The itch began near the back of her anus and wielded its way right on up and over her erected clitoris, and that certain itch that comes only to women in desperate need. Shanti was more than familiar with the lovely yet agonizing feeling. It was time yes... Shanti knew it was that time. She closed her eyes, not wanting to... but the demand was there, spinning in her brain, warming her body. She squirmed in her lonely bed and tried to resist the lusty thoughts that seemed to actually whisper about the room.

Shanti turned over in bed and reached out a slender, well- manicured hand toward the small paperback book in the drawer of the night table. She kept it there, knowing that Ratan would never see it. She was embarrassed at the very sight of it, but she had a need for it now... a need for the excitement to be found within its covers. She glanced nervously at the clock for what seemed to her to be the millionth time. It was eleven-thirty, and Ratan was not home yet.

It was the fourth night in a row now that he had not come home for dinner... not anywhere close to dinnertime. It was getting to be too much, every night later and later, and all because of that damned promotion. She cared about his getting ahead, certainly... but at what price? It was almost like not being married at all.

Shanti and Ratan got married six months back - after Sridhar passed away because of a prolonged cancer of the throat. She was relieved - he passed away with no knowledge of her infidelity.

Shanti stretched her long slim legs out under the covers, down to where the sheets were cooler and soothing. She felt overwarm. Even though she was wearing a very scanty nightgown, the transparent fabric clung to her voluptuous contours, as moisture from her nervous perspiration seeped through to the material. She adjusted her pillows, propping them behind her back, and with a quick gesture, brushed her long black hair from her eyes. Then she opened the forbidden book to the page she had marked with a small slip of paper.

"Salman began the steady back and forth motion that was a forerunner of what was to come. He placed the tip of his member to her moist, hair-shielded opening, then with a sudden thrust he pushed all the way into her and the entire bulk of his cock slid into her, creating a wondrous sensation that filled her with a steadily rising fire."

Shanti put the book down, her smooth creamy breasts heaving as she caught her breath. She glanced once more at the clock and listened a moment. Perhaps she would hear the car pulling into the driveway. But she heard nothing... only the sounds of crickets chirping in the warm night air of the comfortable Brigade Towers home. She had decided to wear the most alluring nightgown she owned that evening, one of Ratan's favorites.

She was determined that he would not ignore her tonight. She mentally

began to count days in her head... the days it had been since he became her husband had last made love to her. Yes, it was more than two weeks! In all of the five years including these 6 months as man and wife, they had been together there had never been such a long stretch between their lovemaking. A few days maybe, but nothing like this. She had always been secretly pleased that Ratan continued to show such an avid interest in her

body as the years of their association passed. But now it was different. He always seemed so preoccupied these days since it became known that he was in line for a promotion from Senior Art Director to the position of Account Executive at Reliance Advertising.

He had let her know in no uncertain terms that he did not intend to be stuck as an art director all his life... that wasn't where his interests lie. He wanted the big money... the big office... the best of everything.

Somehow Shanti wished that things could remain the same for them. She had considered herself very happily married up until this point. Now Ratan was hardly ever at home, and she missed him. Her body missed his touch. She wondered if he was bored with her... perhaps it was her fault somehow. But her mirror still reflected a splendid shape of which any woman would be proud, her dark hair reflected smoldering red highlights and her skin was fresh and clear. She had been a much sought after sex life before marrying Ratan, and she had lost none of her good looks since then. If anything, she had grown more beautiful than before. No, she didn't think it was her fault, and yet she had tried everything these last few days to tempt him and nothing had worked. Well, tonight would be different she thought. Tonight she would not let him ignore her. With a sigh, Shanti returned to her book.

"He wrapped his arms tightly about the young girl's willing body, pushing deeper and deeper until her moans and sighs filled the entire room. Suman had never felt anything like this before...!"

Shanti quickly closed the book. She could hear the sound of the Hyundai Elentra pulling into the drive. The wheels crunched over the fine gravel and then came to a stop. There was a moment of stillness after the motor was cut. The car door slammed and she heard Ratan's quick, heavy step on the walk. She threw the naughty book back into the drawer and jumped out of bed... so that she could examine herself once more in the mirror. After smoothing her hair and adjusting her gown, she applied a few more drops of "Nivea" to her earlobes, one more drop inside the deep cleavage of her breasts, and another to the soft vee between her shapely thighs. He simply could not refuse her tonight, she knew. Her lavender gown reached only to the tops of her soft pink thighs, but even if the gown had continued down to her toes, not one inch of Shanti's lush body would have been hidden from even the least curious gaze, for the material was of the sheerest available. It did not hide the shadow of her curly pubic hair that softly covered her sex mound, nor did it hide the brown tips that crowned her generously proportioned globular breasts. When she turned to hop back in bed, the mirror reflected two nether cheeks of ample size to fit, each one, the curve of a large masculine hand, as they gently bounced hythmically to each step she took.

When Ratan opened the door of the bedroom, Shanti was propped seductively back on her pillows, smiling pleasantly at him. "Hello, darling," he said, kissing her briefly on the lips and turning to go to his closet, where he promptly began to disrobe. Shanti watched him as he took his things off, his back to her. "Sorry I'm so late again," he continued. "Just couldn't be helped. Venkat wanted to go over some pointers with me about tomorrow's meeting of the big wigs. Could be very important." He was nude by this time... and Shanti admired his strong, muscular back, the firm, tight buttocks and the long tanned legs that had so attracted her to him five years ago when they had first met at Reshma's homech. She blushed and looked away as he turned to come toward the bed. A thrill ran through her at the thought that they could soon be making love. Her body longed for him... it was like a dull ache all over.

"God... I'm tired!" Ratan exclaimed, letting him fall heavily into the bed. He covered his nude body with the lightweight summer blanket. He could feel himself falling asleep as his head touched the pillow. But Shanti pressed her warm body against the hard flatness of his reclining form.

"Oh, darling," she said... "darling, I've missed you so much!" She kissed his shoulders with soft moist lips and wrapped one long silky leg around his.

Ratan wanted only to roll over and go to sleep with thoughts of the next day's meeting drifting through his head. But he felt the nudging pressure of Shanti's body touching him. One of her breasts brushed against his arm. The familiar scent of her perfume reached his nostrils just as Shanti slid her leg between his, and he could feel his penis involuntarily begin to rise in anticipation of what she would do next. Shanti could feel the shiver that ran through her husband, and encouraged by it, she placed her hand on his groin. She felt an electricity run through her as her hand touched the stiffness of his erect cock. She closed her hand around its girth, imagining the enormity of it plunged deep inside her, touching the very depths of her womb. She emitted a soft groan of desire as Ratan turned slowly toward her.

He gathered her trembling body against his, pressing his throbbing member against her soft, fleece-covered pussy as he did so. Shanti writhed against him in ecstasy. At last it was going to happen. It seemed like she had been waiting forever. Her body strained all its muscles tight, begging to be possessed by him. Clinging to his massive chest, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, letting her hips execute a slow grinding motion against his rock-hard cock. Ratan pushed up the fold of her scanty gown and felt the nakedness of her loins. He entwined one thick finger in the ringlets of hair surrounding her cunt and then teasingly slid it between the folds that covered the tiny ridges of her soft, quivering sex.

"Oooooh...!" she moaned. "Oh, darling don't stop... yes,

do that some more!"

Ratan continued to slide his finger back and forth, causing a delicious friction in Shanti's cunt as he flicked back and forth across the bud of her swelling clitoris.

"MMmmm... " she crooned, and Ratan felt as though his cock would burst, her sounds excited him so. He caught his hand up under one firm round breast and squeezed hard. He knew she liked that. "Aah!" she cried out in pain. But the pain subsided quickly as the fire built in her belly. Ratan's finger plunged on and on and then suddenly slid down to the opening of her vaginal lips and slid inside the smooth, quivering dampness. He inserted two fingers and then three, letting them twist around up and up into the clasping wetness of her pussy."Ooooh darling, darling! Yes, yes!" she cried, out of her head with bliss.

Ratan could feel her soft, yielding vaginal walls melting all around his hand, her body bucking under him. He pressed down on her so that she was lying beneath the full weight of his body, never ceasing his plunder of her flesh. He knew that he would have to enter her soon. His testicles were beginning to ache from the pressure building up in them.

Damn! He thought. She was sure hot for it!

Shanti moaned beneath his weight.

"Oh, darling, it feels so good... so good... please don't stop!"

Ratan looked down at his wife's lovely, passion-contorted face. It always excited him to look at her while he was making love to her, and this time was no exception. "Yes... " he said to her through clenched teeth, "I guess it has been a long time." With that he quickly withdrew his fingers

from the straining, palpitating slit between her legs. Shanti knew he was going to enter now, and she felt a rush of unbearable desire... so great it was almost painful; a desire to have Ratan's cock ramming into her over and over again. His hand ground persistently into her breast, and she wanted nothing better than to have him obliterate her, pound her into the bed, to be completely flattened beneath him.

Ratan pressed his lips to her and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Shanti writhed still more and pushed her hips up to meet his. The tip of his cock was pressing at the entrance of her steaming passage. Steadily, he pushed and the swollen prick slid smoothly into her like a slippery snake burrowing into its nest, stretching the pliant walls of Shanti's vagina as it sank deeper and deeper up into her warm, waiting belly.

"Aaaaah... Ratan... oh Ratan, darling!" Shanti was wild now, her arms alternately flailing out flat on the bed and grasping her husband about the neck. Then her nails were on his back, running the length of its arched surface, trailing tiny red lines along his skin. Her long legs snaked up around his back, and with her powerful thigh muscles she pulled Ratan still closer to her burning body.

Yes, this was what she had wanted! This was it! This feeling that she could live forever as long as Ratan was there above her, taking her, fucking into her with all his strength. Ratan rode her, pounding hard, slapping into her with all his might; he could feel his rod touching bottom each time he dipped into her. She was squirming wildly beneath him. He knew it would not be long now and he would have to let loose. He had to exert all his will just to keep up with her pace. Her ravenous body begged his for more with each churning movement.

"Oh, harder! Harder!" she gasped, as her heels beat a wild tattoo on his back. He thought he would go mad if he didn't soon spurt his hot, scalding cum deep into her sex-starved chasm. "Oh... oh... oh!" She was gasping for air now as she felt her orgasm drawing near. It was almost there... almost but not quite. Just a few more seconds... Ratan felt it happening deep in the pit of his belly. Quickly he threw his hands down beneath Shanti's knees and pulled her legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft cushions of her smooth, gyrating buttocks tilted against his thighs and his cock slipped even further down into the slanted shaft of her pussy. Those few extra centimeters were enough to do it for him and with a cry of abandon he let loose a stream of thick sperm that shot like a ram-jet straight up into her wildly contracting womb.

But it was much too soon for Shanti. She had felt herself climbing toward the peak, and then just before she reached it and the blessed orgasm she sought, Ratan reached his own climax. His body slumped on hers as she clung to him, still hoping against hope that she could still make it. But his rapidly deflating prick slowly slipped from the heat of her unsatisfied cunt, and try as she might, she could get no more pleasure from it.

Ratan's deep even breathing, heavy and moist against her shoulder, told her that he was sound asleep. She lay there silently for sometime, and then gently pushed his relaxed form to the side, managing to wriggle out from under his weight. She lay quietly beside him, trying to fight back the tears forming in her eyes at the great disappointment she felt. But finally she gave up the struggle and let the tiny pools of water flow silently down her cheeks. To have gone that long without making love... and now to have this happen and it was too much, she thought bitterly, tasting the saltiness of her tears at the corner of her mouth. Her heart still beat wildly in her chest, sending her blood rushing through her veins. Her entire organism was set in motion for a climax that had eluded her.

Ratan lay on his back beside Shanti, a light snore issuing from his slightly parted lips. Shanti moaned softly and pressed her legs softly together, creating an increased sensation in her tingling pussy. Gradually her hand found its way to the soft folds of flesh hidden beneath the moisture-matted tufts of pubic hair. Her finger searched out the protruding nub of her clitoris. She sighed as she felt the rush of air over the tender exposed surface. It sent a delightful feeling rushing through her; from her quivering mound it rushed up past her belly button and over the taut erections of her nipples. Pressure built in her ears as the tension mounted and her fingers moved agilely among the satiny tissues of her cunt.

Shanti was embarrassed at first by what she was doing, but then Ratan's breathing continued to come steadily beside her and she realized that there was not a chance in the world that he would wake up, even if she were to make a lot of noise. Even so, she kept her moans low and soft although the self-induced pleasure was acute and maddening.

But, something about the secrecy of what she was doing gave her an illicit thrill and made her experience an even greater enjoyment. Her breath came in jagged uneven spurts as her hand roamed the terrain of her hungry sex. Furiously her fingers worked the tormented flesh, creating ever new patterns of excitation. Over and up they traced... back and forth and sometime sliding down and inside the hot tunnel of her pussy. She groaned and twisted her body quickly from side to side, raising and lowering her hips to meet her fast moving fingers.

Her tongue licked the corner of her wide-open mouth as she sucked in her breath at a new peak of frenzy. On and on she went, until she could bear it no more, and suddenly her orgasm burst upon her like a dam breaking, flooding her with a torrent of shattering emotions, racking her body with ripping spasms of joy. Shanti's eyes brimmed once more with tears, but this time they were caused by the dizzying heights of her solitary pleasure.

She lay back, exhausted... her body satisfied at last... but as the sensation slowly ebbed away, a great sadness enveloped her, as once more Ratan's slow, even breathing reached her ears. She became upset once more that her pleasure had not come from her husband, but from her own hand.

"Damn it!" she said to herself angrily... "Damn!" She turned abruptly on her side, and after a short while fell into a deep but restless sleep.

A few days later as Ratan pulled into the Venkat's driveway, he surveyed the sumptuous grounds surrounding the Chirayu House. This was just the way he wanted to live. There was a fantastic view of the Bay from the house which was perched on the top of a sloping hill. Every light in the house was glittering brightly... the party was a big one. The sound of music and laughter drifted from the open terrace windows that gave on to the grounds.

"Now, remember," Ratan said to Shanti who sat quietly beside him. "Remember, this party could mean everything! Ram Saran is

Venkat Household Products and if I land this account I'll be able

to write my own ticket... "

"Yes, Ratan, you've told me. My memory isn't quite that short. We've been over this several times before!"

"Okay... I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly, that's all. It's got to be perfect." He brought the car to a stop, jumped out and went around to the other side to open the door for Shanti. Shanti noticed how handsome her husband looked in his suit. She was proud of him, but she was worried tonight. He had scarcely mentioned the way she looked, and she had gone out of her way to make herself especially beautiful for the party. He had looked her over, but more as though to see her through the eyes of the guests at the party, than through his own. She felt vaguely dissatisfied as they walked up to the house. A staff at the house let them in and they were greeted by Ram Saran who was standing with a small group of people near the door. Shanti noticed him right away, for he was a good head taller than most of the men present, and wore a dark burgundy-colored suit. There were waiters scurrying about through the many rooms of the house, and each room was filled with well-dressed, good-looking people. Ratan introduced Shanti to Ram Saran, who smiled and took her hand, hesitated a moment and then placed it to his lips. Shanti blushed a deep scarlet.

"Why, Ratan," Ram asked "why didn't you tell me you had such a gorgeous wife stashed away at home?"

Ratan smiled broadly and put his arms around her waist, letting his hand fall almost obscenely just below her left breast. "I like to keep her for special occasions!" he answered almost suggestively and then excused himself leaving Shanti on her own.

A short while later she found herself abandoned. Almost everyone at the party was a member of Venkat Household Products or of Venkat products. Shanti knew some of the wives on sight and she had been introduced to Rani Venkat, a stunning beauty in a kurti dress, but apparently Sheena and Venkat hadn't arrived, since she didn't see them anywhere in the vast crowd of people that kept steadily growing.

Shanti sipped her drink and soda and glanced about her. She was very impressed with the opulence of her surroundings. She had never before seen anything quite like it. The house itself was a small mansion built in the Tudor fashion with beautiful hand-carved doors and stained glass windows framed by window nooks in the old style. The main living room was immense, housing a large stone fireplace, large comfortable leather chairs and terrace doors opening onto a sloping lawn. A huge tapestry hung from the ceiling, and up on a small balcony a colorful mosaic depicted a pastoral scene. A suit of armor stood at the entrance-way, causing most of the guests to do a double-take as they entered the room.

It wasn't difficult for her to fend off the thinly veiled passes of most of the men she encountered at the party. Sometimes she wondered why they even bothered. Didn't they know she was a married woman?

She continued circulating from group to group, getting by with a few words and a smile to those she knew and then continuing on. She was in no mood to get involved in long conversations... it was too difficult when her mind was on other things. She wondered where Ratan was. She had already gone through most of the rooms without seeing him. She heard some of the men say that there was a billiard room upstairs, and she supposed that he was there.

A waiter appeared with a tray of fresh drinks and she took one, placing her empty glass on the tray. Just then, she spotted Sheena across the room and made her way over to where she stood.

"Sheena!" she called out. "I'm so glad to see you. What kept you so long?"

"Hi, sweetie... oh you know, that husband of mine. It takes him forever to get anywhere. And they complain about us women! Ha! Thank God we're here though... looks pretty posh. Where's that man of yours?"

"Oh, I guess he's around somewhere. I haven't seen him since we walked in the door to tell you the truth. Well,... "

"Well," Sheena went on, "we girls can have fun without them for a while anyway. Besides I see some pretty good-looking creatures here tonight. Speaking of good-looking creatures, what do you think of Ram Saran?" she said, a strange glint in her eyes.

"Ram Saran? Oh, he's all right, I suppose," Shanti answered

absentmindedly.

"Did you see that dress his wife is wearing? Well, I guess if I had a figure like that I'd wear a dress like that too. As it is, I'm constantly bordering on the stylishly stout. Lucky for me lot of perfectly divine people enjoy the motherly type." Sheena laughed good-naturedly, sipping her drink and looking about her with interest.

"Sheena, I just can't get over you. I feel just terrible," Shanti whined.

"Nonsense, that shouldn't last long. I insist that you cheer up! You hear me... I insist!" And with that, Sheena drifted off in the direction of a group of young men who were holding an animated conversation in a corner.

Shanti turned, feeling rather lost and lonely in the large crowd, and not seeing Ratan, wandered across the living room and out onto the terrace that overlooked the bay. The sudden rush of cool air wafting in from the sea water caressed her face in its brisk moistness.

"Mmmm... " she sighed as she felt the fresh air clear her head of the smoke and liquor from the party. Maybe Ratan was right, she thought. It certainly would be wonderful to live like this... to have the bay right out your back door... to be able to feel this wonderful breeze singing through your hair every night of the year. But Shanti's reverie was soon shattered. As she scanned the vast expanse of the surrounding grounds, her eyes focused upon two figures in the darkness... two figures in the clutch of a passionate embrace. Not wanting to embarrass anyone, she started to turn back when suddenly she recognized the woman as Rani Venkat, the host's wife.

Well, I never... thought Shanti. And in her own house. What kind of woman...? But her train of thought was interrupted when the last of the mist that covered the moon drifted away and the moonlight lit up the face of Rani's partner.

It was Ratan!

His one hand was around Rani's waist while his other fondled her breast through the sheer material of her dress. His mouth crushed against hers as her hands played with his hardened penis that was pressed against his Suit pants. Shanti's mouth fell open and her hand involuntarily flew up to her parted lips to muffle the cry she knew was about to escape. But even her clutching hand could not stop the flow of tears that began streaming down her cheeks, causing thin black lines to run from her mascaraed lashes. Not knowing what to do, she turned to run back into the crowded house, and slammed into Sheena who was standing directly behind her.

Sheena opened her arms and enfolded Shanti to her bosom.

"Come on, honey. Let's go up the back way," she whispered as she led Shanti around to the side of the house and entered through the kitchen which was filled with the house staff and the hired caterers.

"Is anything wrong?" the chef asked as the two women quickly passed by him.

"No," Sheena answered. "I am just feeling a little faint. Is there a way upstairs without going through the living room?"

"Sure. Just go through that door and up the stairs?" Sheena nodded her thanks to the chef and steered Shanti through the door and up to the second floor. They walked down the hall until they reached what Sheena knew to be a guest room and she opened the door and gently pushed Shanti in and closed the door behind them.

Shanti sat on the bed and her body shook as she tried to control her sobbing.

"Let it all hang out, honey," Sheena whispered, sitting down next to her. "You deserve a good cry." And Shanti released her deepest feelings as her body convulsed in hysterical tears.

"Oh God!" she cried. "Why... why... why?"

Sheena put her arms around her once more and gently rocked

her back and forth.

"Come on, honey," she said firmly. "I tried to tell you what this kind of life is all about. Don't think you're the only one. I've caught Venkat in the same situation many times."

Shanti's sobs subsided slightly. "What?" she asked incredulously. "Several times! What did you do?"

"Nothing, Sheena answered matter-of-factly. "Absolutely nothing. How do you think Venkat got where he is today? Certainly not on his talent!" she laughed. "You know as well as I do that most of the assistant art directors at the agency know more about the business than he does."

"I don't think that's true," Shanti started to say.

"Don't think just because we're good friends that you have to lie to spare my feelings. Venkat got where he is by being 'nice' to a lot of account's wives. And I don't mean like a boy scout. He's jumped into bed and given what they want... a good lay! That's the way it is, honey. And so, why shouldn't I have just as good a time. I've landed a few accounts myself, you know. How do you think Venkats got the Chemment Mittal account? Mr. Mittal is very fond of me... and believe me, it was worth every minute I

spent at it. I got what I wanted; Mr. Lauder got what he wanted; and Venkat got what he wanted; so everybody's happy. What's wrong with that?"

"But your marriage?" Shanti asked.

"My marriage," Sheena interrupted her again, "has never been better. Listen, you can get awfully tired of the same man after a while. The change is good for you. You learn quite a lot from some men and it only makes sex with your husband better for it. Not to mention some of the new tricks Venkat's learned over the past few years. I've never had it so good! Now before you go into some tiring speech about marriage vows and fidelity, let's get back down to the party before somebody misses us... we should be so lucky!"

Shanti quietly fixed her face knowing very well that her past was no lily white and infidelity was in her DNA and now when she trusted this bastard - that was the mistake and he will pay for it.

For a while Sheena waited impatiently for her to finish. As soon as she was done, Sheena ushered her out the door and back down to the party which was now at its peak. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Ram Saran was standing there drinking with another man.

"Excuse me," he said to his associate. "I'd like to have a word with someone in private." And turning around just in time to catch Shanti under the arm, he steered her over to the bar to get a fresh drink. Shanti turned her head around to get Sheena's help, but Sheena just smiled and turned to find someone for herself.

"Well," Ram started, "at last we have a chance to talk. Seeing as how your husband may well be handling my account, we should get to know each other better. You know, you can tell a lot about a man by the wife he chooses. I'm sure you won't be a disappointment!"

"A gin and soda, please," Shanti asked the bartender, ignoring Ram's last statement.

"Make it two," Ram added.

"Listen," he said to Shanti. "This is no place to talk, really and why don't you have lunch with me tomorrow?"

Shanti turned to face him, about to give him a piece of her mind when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ratan slipping in the terrace door and heading for a small group of men where he immediately jumped in the conversation, obviously trying to give the impression that he had been there quite a while. The quick vignette didn't pass unnoticed by Ram either, but when Shanti turned back to him, he had his glass up to his lips as if nothing had happened.

"Well?" he asked again, "How about lunch tomorrow dear?"

Shanti hesitated for just a brief second.

"Why, yes... I'd love it."

Shanti paused outside of the restaurant. She felt foolish, and for some reason she was trembling slightly. She glanced at her reflection in the glass of the entrance-way, and, with a sigh of resignation, entered the darkness of Marriott Renaissance, carved statues lined the stairway leading down to the elegant restaurant. Shanti descended slowly, trying to get a good grip on herself. She felt like turning around and going home. It seemed so silly. Here she was, a married woman on her way to meet a married man for lunch. Well, she thought, that's all it will be... lunch... no matter how I felt about it last night!

Shanti approached the headwaiter, hoping that perhaps Ram would not yet have arrived and she could take that excuse to leave. But when she asked the dignified Kannadiga for Mr. Saran, his face brightened considerably and with a smile he instructed a nearby waiter to escort Shanti to the cocktail lounge where Ram sat waiting for her. The bar was very dark, and Shanti had a hard time making out the details until her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She had never been there before and in spite of her nervousness at the idea of meeting Ram, she felt the beginnings of a sense of excitement and adventure at what she was doing. Ram sat at a small table in a far corner nursing a large drink. He rose as she reached the table and with an easy gesture, briefly kissed her hand, as he had when he first met her.

Shanti blushed although she tried not to and sat down. Her eyes lowered as she recovered her composure.

"Shanti, how wonderful to see you. You look even more beautiful than I remembered from last night."

The words sounded familiar, and made Shanti recall the days when she was Mrs Sridhar and mating men of her choice.

But she was surprised at how much she enjoyed hearing them. It made her feel good. She settled down in the chair, more comfortable now, as Ram ordered her a Bloody Mary. He was awfully nice looking, she noticed again as she glanced across the table at him. And he wasn't really a bad sort.

By the time she had finished her second Bloody Mary, Shanti felt a warm glow caused not only by the potent drinks, but by a feeling of mellowness that was sneaking up on her. It seemed as though she hadn't laughed in months, and Ram was doing everything within his power to amuse her - and he was doing a good job. Shanti relaxed completely now with the comforting thought that she certainly deserved to have a pleasant afternoon once in a while, Ratan hadn't even asked her what she had planned to do that day when he left for the office. He obviously didn't care, so what did it matter? And what real harm was there in feeling beautiful and desired again anyway.

They had another drink in the bar, accompanied by flaming Sheek kabab on a tiny charcoal stove that the waiter placed on their table, and then moved to the restaurant dining room where they were to have lunch. When Shanti stood up to move to the other room, she realized that she was not too steady on her legs. She reeled slightly, but then Ram took her arm to steady her and it was all right. She was not accustomed to drinking much, and in the last few days, she had already consumed more alcohol than she would have ordinarily taken in several months. Ram ordered a light lunch for them, and they had wine with the meal. By the time they finished eating, Shanti felt a little dizzy but otherwise marvelous. Everything seemed so very suddenly simple. Things didn't have to be bleak and dull. She was really enjoying herself immensely.

Ram was very attentive and seemed to know how to go about doing things so that everything worked smoothly. It was reassuring to be with him. She didn't have to think about anything... and that was a welcome relief.

They left the restaurant and walked along arm in arm for a few blocks to the hotel. Shanti gazed about her at the busy streets of New York. It was a bright, sunny day, yet not so hot that it was uncomfortable. Everything looked rosy and hazy to her and she felt it was somehow exhilarating to be a little tipsy in the afternoon.

Ram opened the door to the hotel suite and ushered her into a beautifully furnished living room. Shanti was surprised. She had not expected it to be so plush. "Why, it's really very nice," she exclaimed.

"Sure it's nice," Ram replied, going to the bar. "Nothing's too good for our clients. We can't make Venkat Household Products look cheap. Can we?"

"No... I guess not," said Shanti. She had never even thought about such things. She usually bought the products that Ram's company manufactured, but she had never connected them with such things as elegant suites, or even handsome account executives like Ram. It was hard for her to remember the connection between Ram and her husband, to Ratan, this man was only a symbol of getting ahead... a stepping stone to a promotion. It was all so

confusing. She decided to just forget about it. She didn't want to think about Ratan anyway. It only made her angry all over again.

She sank deep into the pillows of the long sofa in the middle of the room and shook her shoes off. They landed on the thick rug with a softened thud.

"Here we are... " Ram said as he set two frosty glasses in front of her on the cocktail table. "Try this. I think you'll enjoy it."

"What is it?" Shanti asked.

"Oh... it's a little special concoction of mine. It's got gin and bitters and a few other things... taste it!" He sat down next to her and raised his glass in a toast to hers.

"To us!" he said, letting his free hand drop to Shanti's knee.

Shanti hardly noticed his hand was there, for at first he didn't move it at all, just letting it rest there casually. The drink was potent but smooth and since Shanti was slightly warm after their walk over, she drank it down thirstily. Ram drained his own glass and set it down on the table and then he encircled Shanti in his arms and before she could object, kissed her fully on the lips. Shanti tried to turn her head away, but he held her firmly. She realized that things were going a little too fast. She hadn't really thought about anything like this. She just hadn't thought at all actually. She tried to squirm away, but he held on tighter still, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. His hot tongue pushed deep inside her mouth, searching out all the secret, wet corners, flicking against and around moistly and persistently. "No... no... " she tried to cry out... but he continued his plunder of her mouth, pushing her head far back onto the back of the sofa so that her body arched against his; her full, soft breasts pressing into his chest.

Shanti kept her eyes tightly closed and tried desperately to pull away from him. But it was impossible, and in spite of herself, she felt the spark of a tantalizing desire mounting inside her. Suddenly a picture flashed in her mind. It was a picture of her husband kissing Ram's wife, Rani. She felt sick inside again for a moment... sick and disgusted with what she had seen and with herself, and then in an instant it all changed and her anger returned. That bastard! She would show him. He thought he could make a fool of her, but she would show him it wasn't quite so easy.

Ram's hands roved up and down her back and she felt one slip to her soft, smooth, rounded buttocks, where he began a slow massage that sent tingling pinpoints of pleasure racing through her, suddenly it was as though Ram's tongue were a burning torch, shoving into her mouth... and everywhere that his body touched hers, she felt as though she were on fire.

She uttered a low moan of passion that was lost in the soft sounds of his mouth on hers. What am I doing? she thought. Oh, God... what am I doing?

But it was too late to stop, even if she had really wanted to. Her body craved the hardness of a man against it, and its lustful signals were too strong to overcome any mental objection she might have had.

She felt herself sinking rapidly as the warm moisture of his breath brushed against her ear.

"Shall we go into the bedroom?" he whispered. The words resounded in her head, and instead of creating the effect that Ram had expected it was as though someone had thrown cold water on her. She felt cheap and dirty, like a common whore he had brought up from the street for an afternoon's entertainment.

"No!" she said suddenly, loudly. "No... " and abruptly wrestled herself free from his embrace.

Thinking that the battle was won, and that Shanti was more than ready to go into the bedroom with him, Ram relaxed his strong grip on her body, so that it was easy for her to break away.

Shanti jumped up, her face flushed and her hair in disarray. "No!" she cried. "Ram, I'm afraid I have to leave. I'm really not cut out for this... I'm... "

"Now wait just a minute," Ram said, his face reddening in anger. "Just who in hell do you think you are, Miss High and Mighty?" He reached up and pulled her roughly down on the sofa beside him. Once more his arms went around her and he began to speak to her in low, menacing tones, through clenched teeth, holding her tightly against him while he spoke.

"Now you listen to me, sweetie. You don't just run around drinking in hotel rooms with a guy and then think you're going walk out when it gets down to the nitty-gritty. You're not a teenager anymore, baby, and neither am I! Don't be fooled by the fancy fixings here. It may be pretty, but when you take all this stuff away it's just another hotel room... and I'm in it... and that adds up to just thing in my book."

The words stung her ears... and she tried desperately to get away from him, or at least to cover her ears so that she could not hear the ugliness of his words. He seemed different. His entire manner changed from that of a perfect gentleman to a coarse, crude longshoreman.

"No... no... " she screamed, "I've got to go. Please let me go!" But his strength was too much for her and he continued his cruel taunts, his eyes glinting fiercely and his handsome face distorted by a mixture of lust and anger.

"Listen, honey... I don't know if it means anything to you or not... but either you calm down and act sensibly or Mr. Saran... that is his name isn't it? Ratan Saran? Well, Mr. Saran won't get to be the big time exec at Venkats. As far as I'm concerned it's a toss up between Venkats and whatever for my account. And I tell you what. Mrs. Saran is the one who gets to make the decision with that hot little pussy of hers, How about that?"

Ram chuckled to himself and once more covered Shanti's lips with his. He was determined to get into this little bitch's panties now, no matter what. He had been speculating too much, ever since the party last night about what it would be like to feel his prick between her legs in that warm little pussy. To let her walk out the door now... just because she was new at the game was impossible.

She'd just have to catch up fast, he thought. Shanti felt his cruel lips bruising hers, his tongue once more forcing its way lewdly into her helplessly resisting mouth. She could hardly believe her ears. It seemed impossible that this man was saying such things to her. The very fact that she was there alone in a hotel room with him seemed unreal to her, and she could not even imagine how it all had come about. Then suddenly she remembered. Her own husband and Ram's wife! Ratan and Rani and it was all his fault.​