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We looked at each other in silence. Then she moved back a few steps, put her hands behind her back and leaned against the wall.
"What next?", she asked, nervously.
I always fantasized about having extra-marital affairs. Who hasn't. With older women, young women, what the fuck, with young girls! In my fantasies I was always supremely confident and had no qualms about what I was doing. I was the one who initiated the relationship, took charge of things, was in control, implementing all sorts of plans and schemes to keep us out of trouble and from people finding out about us. I was confidence personified.
In real life though, when I used to reflect on my fantasies, I'd have a good laugh. Who the fuck do you think you are? Are you really going to initiate an affair? Ha! You are not a loser, but still. You think you'll pull it off? You are one scared, introverted motherfucker who has trouble having sex with his wife. Really. But it was nice to live in a fantasy world.
But to my utter surprise, while she showed all signs of being scared and nervous, I found myself calm and in control. The initial uncertainty had vanished. She had helped break down the wall, she had made the crucial first move. And now that we knew where we were going, I was confident I could safely guide us through. I was cool as a cucumber in this situation.
"What NEXT??," I repeated her question.
We looked at each other again. I then moved in close to her, and as I reached out to hug her, she brought her hands from behind her and locked me in a tight embrace. That was our first real hug.
She then pulled herself away and looked at me. She held my face in her hands and kissed me. She took my lower lip in her mouth, opened her lips and ran her tongue on my lower lip, moistening it. She then moved to my upper lip and did the same. It was mesmerizing and exhilarating. I could feel her body shiver and tighten with every move she made. Our bodies were rising and falling in sync with each other. I could feel her body heat through her dress. I guess we held our breath initially, so when we pulled apart, we were breathless and gasping.
We came together again. She then opened her mouth wide and covered my mouth as much as she could. And then advanced her tongue into my mouth. I felt her tongue on my teeth, and I opened my mouth. Her tongue immediately darted in and our tongues touched. It was like electricity ran through our bodies. We both stood still for a moment, and then relaxed.
Our tongues entwined once more. It was like they were dancing. I let her tongue go all over mine in my mouth, and when she stopped, I took over. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and wrapped it over hers. I was able to taste her sweetness. I couldn't get enough. I kept licking her tongue. After a while we pulled apart.
In between breaths and gasps, she smiled at me shyly. I guess I smiled at her too.
She put her hands on my chest, and I moved mine over her back, and brought them down over her buttocks and pulled her to me. We giggled softly like 2 teenagers.
I knew she felt my hardness against her. She slapped my waist playfully and pushed me away, and walked to the closet and took out a bathrobe. "Give me a few," she said sweetly, tilting her head and looking at me as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
I unpacked the small travel bag I carried and place the contents on the side table by the bed. She came out of the bathroom wearing the robe and said, "Your turn."
I took a quick shower, soaping myself to make sure I smelled nice. I could feel the excitement rising in me. I felt my cock hardening slowly. When I came back into the room, she was propped on the bed, will pillows against the headboard. She had taken out all the heavy bedcovers and was covered only by the thin white sheet. She had propped up the pillows for me as well, so I lay down beside her. I was hoping my robe covered my rising hard-on.
She was looking at me expectantly. I turned towards her, and kissed her softly on her lips, and slipped a hand under her robe and felt her soft, firm breast.
"Ouch!" she cried out.
I took my hand away instantly. "Sorry, is it cold?" I asked.
"A bit," she said.
I laughed and took my hand away and rubbed my palms together. Then slipped my hand again inside her robe and squeezed her tit. She was looking directly at me as she undid the robe and spread it away from the top of her body. I switched my hand to her other breast, and bent down to suck on the exposed nipple. I felt it hardening.
"Oh! My," she gasped softly and shuddered.
I had raised myself on my elbow and looked down at her. She was looking at me, but I felt she was gazing into the middle distance, her concentration fully on my hand as I slid it down her past her belly and cupped the mound between her thighs. I could feel her furry, wiry curls. She let small gasps out as I massaged her down there with my palms. Then I moved my middle finger up and down her slit. Her outer lips were thick and felt heavy. When I reached her opening, I pressed down with my finger.
She drew in her breath as she got ready for the insertion. She shuddered as my finger penetrated her. I pushed a little harder. She closed her eyes. Then suddenly opened them and looked at me.
"Wait," she said.
She rolled to her side and took something from a packet on the side table. She took out a tube, flipped open the top and said, "Here."
It turned out to be a lube of some sort. I chuckled and put out my palm. She squeezed some oily substance on my fingers, and I put my hand down her mound again. This time I maneuvered the lube onto my middle finger and put as much as possible of the stuff near her hole. I massaged that area with my finger. She was responding to my fingers. The folds of her pussy became increasingly moist and My finger slipped into her opening.
"Oooh," she moaned, as I pushed all the way in. She closed her eyes, and her mouth curled downwards. She reached down and held my hand. She was warm and moist at the same time. The walls of her pussy held on to my finger tightly as I tried to pull it out. She sighed, as her pussy reluctantly let go of my finger.
Then I started pumping my finger in and out of her. "Uh!, Uh!, Uh!...," she gasped softly, in tune with my pumping.
After a minute of this, I took my finger out of her, and she watched me as I removed my robe. My monstrous cock felt like it was a foot long steel pipe and it jerked up as I moved on the bed. She was not shy. She looked directly at my cock, and her eyes widened a bit. As I lay down beside her, she reached out and put her fist around it .
"Oh god. Oh Fuck. It is so thick. It's feels so good!" she moaned, as she pulled at my cock. I looked down at her hand as it went rapidly up and down my shaft. Her movements had pulled the foreskin back from the head and now I could see the glistening purple head peeking out from her fist as she stroked my cock. I felt fantastic!
I put my finger inside her cunt once more and we pumped in rhythm. I could hear the faint squish-squish noise my finger was making as I finger-fucked her increasingly juicy hole. She changed her hold on my cock. She fisted it, and then put her palm under it and pressed it against me, feeling the vein that ran the length of it. Her fingers brushed my balls for a second but she did not go for them. She ran her palm on the sides and top of my cock. And her fingers cupped the soft, warm head and played with it. I could feel a drop of pre-cum ooze out, and she immediately took her hand away and wiped it on the sheet.
"Hang on," I said.
I sat up, and she watched me as I took a condom from the side table. She was staring at me. I looked at her as I bit on the wrapper to open it. Had mentioned she was not shy? Her eyes followed my hands as I rolled the condom on my distended penis, not wanting to miss a moment of anything.
As I went to mount her, she reached out and grabbed my cock, and ran her fingers on the condom.
"Meera, I am going to fuck you now!" I said, looking into her eyes.
"Yes, please. Fuck me. Come on, please fuck me now!" she whispered back, softly.
She put one hand on my neck and the other on my waist. I raised myself on my knees and elbows and then lowered myself on her. She removed her hand from my waist and used it to expertly guide my cock into her. I was looking at her face all the way. As soon as my cock made contact, she closed her eyes. She gasped in anticipation of my penetration.
"Ah!" she cried softly, as I slid into her. She put up her hand on my chest now to slow me down a bit. There was some resistance on my first thrust. I pulled back and pushed in again. I wasn't able to make much headway this time either. I pulled back and repeated the process, and I felt something give.
"Oh my!", she cried out again, as I pushed a little harder, and went further down and into her. The bulging head of my cock made it way past her opening. I could feel it enter completely into her as the walls of her cunt closed down tightly on it. I was still on my elbows, watching her face, wanting to see every emotion and effect on her.
She moaned, "Slow, now."
I did not want to pull out. I slowly increased the pressure. The lube helped a bit. It became easier as I pushed down on her. When I reached the limit of my penetration, I stopped. The walls of her pussy wrapped tightly around the entire length of my distended cock inside here. At that moment, she opened her eyes, and smiled shyly at me once more.
"What?" she whispered. "What are you looking at?"
"You," I said, and smiled. I started pumping into her slowly.
It was exquisite. I wanted to fuck this woman and pleasure her every which way she wanted. I wished I could pump into her forever and see and hear her as I did it.
My initial thrusts were slow and long, tender and almost loving. I wanted to see her reaction to me and my body. And once we were comfortable I increased my pace. Her juices started flowing slowly. My thrusts were becoming easier and smoother.
"Mmm," she grunted, as I pulled in and out of her. I knew she could also feel comfortable now as the friction reduced and the movement of my cock in and out of her became smoother. Her body relaxed and she kind of fell back and arranged herself to accept my thrusts.
"Oh. Oh. Oh God! It's so fucking good. It's been so long. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, Vikas."
I wanted this to last forever. My cock was responding as well. It felt longer and thicker than it had in a long, long time. It seemed I could keep this going for hours.
After a little while I stopped, and fell on her. She gasped as she supported my weight. She ran her hands up and down my forearms, following my muscles. Then she placed her hands on the back of my neck and squeezed. She ran her hands on my back, feeling my body and enjoying it. Her hands then slid to my butt. I pushed myself a little up her body so her hands could reach and cover my ass more comfortably. Her fingers dug into my ass cheeks. She released them, and dug in once again. Then she cupped my ass.
"Oh, fuck!", she said, as she implored me to start pumping. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and dug my face in her sweet, sandal scented hair. I gasped and grunted into her ears and started pumping again.
She resumed her moans, "Uh, Uh, Uh...," as I thrust harder and harder into her. She wrapped her arms around me and held my waist tightly with her thighs.
We started, and stopped often. I lost count of the times we went to the edge and came back. She understood what I was doing. She pulled my head up and placed her palms on my cheeks. Our eyes locked as I thrust into her again and again. She was willing me to keep going, and smiled at me encouragingly.
"Yes. Yes. Yes," she kept repeating in pace with my thrusts, looking at me all the way.
After a few minutes, sweat was pouring down from my body and face on to her. She was drenched with sweat as well. Our bodies made soft squelching sounds as we slammed into each other repeatedly.
During breaks, I lay back down on her, trying not to put my whole weight on her. We were always breathless and panting. I could feel her heart beating against my body, and she could feel mine against hers. Once or twice she placed her hand on my heart and looked at me and smiled.
But at the end of a particularly long session of slow, long, mesmerizing thrusts, I could not control myself and went over the line, and realized I was about to come.
"Oh! Fuck! Meera, I am going to finish," I gasped between my thrusts. I could hold it no longer. As I neared my climax, I raised myself and plowed into her with increased force.
"OK?", I asked her, panting, knowing fully well I couldn't stop even if she wanted me to. I surprised myself. I had turned from a caring and compassionate lover to a ferocious animal, gripped by some primal force as I slapped my body savagely, viciously and fiercely against hers.
I knew I was being harsh and heartless but I couldn't restrain myself in these my final thrusts. Her body shook violently with each of my unforgiving stabs as I raised and fell on her with increasing power and vigor. She held onto my arms tightly and her thighs were raised and wrapped around my waist. I couldn't believe she was letting me do this to her, allowing me to treat her like this to selfishly satisfy my carnal desires as I plowed into her relentlessly. Our eyes were still locked on each others. But she accepted my merciless ramming without complaints.
"OK, Yes, O...K, .O...K , OOOO KKKK, Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! Vikas, Vikaaaas!" she grunted, as she matched my thrusts.
She seemed to be goading me on. With one, two, three thrusts I came. It was painfully delirious! In the throes of my ejaculation, my cock pulsed against the walls of her vagina, and she involuntarily tightened down there and her cunt in turn gripped and released my cock as it spewed my cum. I raised myself slightly and dropped on her softly with each of my cum spurts. And after my final spurt, I flopped down heavily on her.
She sighed, and let out a deep breath, "Oh god. Oh my god. Fucking hell. Fuck!"
I managed to look at the clock and realized that the whole thing lasted only about six minutes. We were both breathless and gasping. She still held me in her arms tightly. And when our panting subsided, she finally let go of me.
Still on top of her, I said, "Sorry. I should have stayed longer. I couldn't stop..sorry."
"No!" she cried out. "Don't be sorry." She moved and turned my head towards her with her palm on my cheek.
"Don't be sorry, please!" she repeated. "It was beautiful. You were beautiful, fucking amazing! It has been so, so long. Thank you. Thank you, so much."
She then started sobbing as she finished talking. She had been looking into my eyes, but then turned away teary eyed, "Thank you, thank you!" she repeated.
"No, Meera. Thank YOU," I said. "This was fantastic. I am so fucking happy." I did not know what else to say.
I slowly pulled out of her. Her pussy seemed to let go of my cock very reluctantly. The last part where I pulled out my swollen head caused her to gasp one more time.
"God," she said and let out a sharp breath. She looked down at my flaccid condom covered cock that was now covered with her thick whitish juices as it came out of her.
She kept her eyes on me as I walked to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back into the room she had her robe on and was propped on the bed. I lay down beside her. She chuckled and put her head on my chest.
"So, we did it," she said.
"Yes, we did," I replied.
"You think we committed a crime?" she asked.
"No!" I laughed, "No way. Thousands of people do have sex outside of marriage. So no. But,' I paused for effect, "If my wife finds out, she'll kill me. THAT would be a crime."
She slapped my chest, "Shhh. Let's not talk about that."
Then after some thinking, she said, "Rule #1. We will not talk about our spouses."
"We are making rules now?" I asked.
"We'll make them up as we go along," she said. "I just thought of one more. Rule #2, no exchanging gifts, OK? This is gift enough."
We were silent for a long time. And then she called out, "Vikas? You know how you told me before all this that you had no problem when you were alone? When you were ..er ..er doing it to yourself?"
"What? Jerking-off? Spanking the monkey? Whacking off"
"Uff! Yes. Did you think about me while doing it?"
"You mean, did I fantasize about you?" I asked. "NO. Never. You were my Dr. remember? Some women are out-of-bounds. Besides, when my kids used to talk about you, you were Dr. Mishra AUNTY. So no, not then."
"Uh, Uh? Who then?"
"You know what Hannibal Lecter said in 'Silence of the Lambs? People covet what they see. I don't think I saw you that much to 'covet' you," I explained.
"Who then?" she didn't give up.
"What are we doing now?" I asked. "Is this our post coital talk?"
She slapped me again. "Who...were... you ... thinking ... about?"
"Oh lots of women, girls. God knows how, who gets in there to make you wank, or even during. Well, there is this woman, not sure what her name is, her son is in the soccer team that I coach. Jayant, his name is. Mediocre player, terrific mom, though!" I laughed. "Then another lady when I used to take my son swimming at the Y. The barista lady at Starbucks. You know, someone like that."
She thought for a moment. "So, all older women?"
"No...there were a few girls in there as well. Who knows."
"YOU know," she snapped. "You sure I wasn't there? I have seen you checking me out at the gym."
"Well, I checked a lot of girls out at the gym."
"I am sure that brunette, Kim, was in there somewhere."
I chuckled, "Maybe, not sure. But enough about me, what about you? Who do you think about?"
"I don't .. indulge," she chuckled, "In self abuse."
"Of course, you do. All do. Come on! Don't tell me you haven't. Self-Abuse. Really? That's what you want to call it when there are other names, you know? Finger painting. Doing he Meg Ryan. Low Fiving"
"Shut up, now! Well, OK. Sometimes, yes. Not regularly like guys. And you are correct, not sure how people get in there, really. I have had some real strange ones working for me. Don't ask."
"Not Me? Ever?" I asked.
"No," she replied quickly. "Well, not until... we .. we decided to, you know?"
I understood. Maybe I should confess too. "OK, I confess. I too did it a couple of times, thought about you in that way, after we decided to get on."
"Only a couple of times? You sure?"
"OK, maybe more than a couple. You know, But...I definitely remember doing it the first day/night I came back from your office after you shocked me. After we had our first talk."
"Really!", she shot up. "That night?"
"Yeah. Sanjana was not back yet. I was excited about what you said. I was, you know, horny. I masturbated thinking about you."
She had a sly smile on her face. Suddenly it dawned on me. And she realized she was found out, and she laughed softly and shyly.
I said, incredulously, "What? You too? That same day? Bloody hell! We could have done it then and there in your office. Together. Wow! Fuck!"
She continued to laugh. "Stop It. Stop it!" And she lay back on my chest.
"How do you do it?", I asked, pushing the envelope.
"SHUT UP!", she said, feigning anger.
"You know what, Meera? Do you know how long we took?" I asked her.
She looked at the clock, "What, like twenty minutes?" she replied.
"No, actually it was only about seven. From start to finish," I said.
"Depends on what you call 'start'," she giggled.
"You are the doctor. Let me ask you this. Sometimes when I do it, you know, jerk-off, masturbate, spank the monkey, whatever you want to call it, or sometimes for sex with Sanjana, I use a lotion called 'Mandelay'. Have you heard about it?"
"No. What does it do?" she asked, raising herself and looking at me.
"Well, it's called man-delay. So it delays a man. You know, delays the final cum, I mean, ejaculation. It makes a man last longer. I worked for me."
"So, did you use it today? I didn't see it."
"No, I didn't. But I mean to when we, you know, whenever we meet the next time."
She slapped my chest, playfully. "Whatever you want to do," she said and lay back down.
She thought of something and asked, "What's the ingredient? I mean, what's in the lotion?"
I said, "Damned if I know. It numbs my cock a bit..."
She slapped my chest again, this time a bit hard.
"Ouch! That hurt," I said. "Like I said, you are the doctor. You should know stuff like that."
"Well. If it is what you want, you know, if you want to numb your cock," she emphasized the words 'numb' and 'cock'. "I may have something that does that. But I will check out that stuff you said. We can try it out next time if you want," she chuckled. "Happy?"
I also responded by laughing softy, "Happy. OK, next time. Don't forget."
Then she said, changing the topic, "You need to help me. You are computer savvy, right? I need my computer cleaned up. I have a Mac. Neeraj hates Macs, so he doesn't come near it. But I am afraid he might and find out what I am up to. I need you to tell me what to do."
"What? To help clear your tracks? Your porn viewing history? What you do when you 'indulge'? Sexting with minors? You are dirty, Dr. Mishra!"
"Shut up!"
"Well, at least I will know what turns you on."
"You have no idea," she chuckled.
I was feeling sleepy, and I knew she was too. But she kept on talking and I quickly dozed off.
I woke with start when Meera jerked herself off of my chest. "Oh god! We napped! It's 6 O'clock."
"Man! I don't remember the last time I napped in the afternoon. It felt so good. Oh, Sanjana will be back by 7. I need to get going."
"Let me go first, then you can leave a little later," she said, and grabbed her clothes and made to go to the bathroom.
"Change here," I said.
"What?" she asked surprised.
"I want to see you change. Do it here."
"Here?" she asked again.
I nodded. She dumped her clothes on the bed. Then tilted her head and looked at me and smiled, obviously slightly unnerved. she placed her hands on her hips and asked, "Really? You want to watch me dress?"
"And undress. I missed that part today. Yes, just do it. We will make this rule number 3."
She laughed. Then she became serious. Her eyes met mine and she let the robe slip off from her body. She stood completely naked in front of me. I could feel her eyes on me as I drew my eyes down her body. Beautiful, circular breasts, dark nipples, deep, dark belly button, a slight bulge at her tummy, some wrinkles on her belly, her hairy mound, fine thighs, rounded knees and well defined calves. I brought my eyes back up and stopped at her mound. Her thick outer labia down there that made a very dark, straight line between her hairy growth. Then I looked up at her. Her eyes had never left mine. She smiled to hide her embarrassment.
"You are so fucking beautiful," I whispered.
"Stop. You are making me blush!" and then she did.
She blushed like a teenager, and grabbed her panties. I watched her every move. She pulled her panty up, snapping the waistline, running her fingers around her waist. and then down the sides to her place between her thighs. She then put on her bra. First hooking it in front and then pushing the strap around her body to her back, and putting her arms through the hoops. She leaned forward, cupped and adjusted her breasts. She looked at me and smiled again.
She put on her brilliant white shirt, then her skirt and tucked her shirt in. She looked for her jacket and put it on, leaving it unbuttoned. She shook her head, and instantly every hair fell back in place. She was one of the women who needed no brushing or combing to set her hair. She was just perfect.
"Vikas, it's bye for now, then?" she said, and reached up and placed her palm on my cheek and kissed me softly.
I grabbed her hard by her ass, and kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She responded instantly, opening her mouth and allowing my tongue to play with hers.
She kissed me softly again. Then she stepped back, turned, opened the door and was gone. I showered quickly, dressed and left.
"What next?", she asked, nervously.
I always fantasized about having extra-marital affairs. Who hasn't. With older women, young women, what the fuck, with young girls! In my fantasies I was always supremely confident and had no qualms about what I was doing. I was the one who initiated the relationship, took charge of things, was in control, implementing all sorts of plans and schemes to keep us out of trouble and from people finding out about us. I was confidence personified.
In real life though, when I used to reflect on my fantasies, I'd have a good laugh. Who the fuck do you think you are? Are you really going to initiate an affair? Ha! You are not a loser, but still. You think you'll pull it off? You are one scared, introverted motherfucker who has trouble having sex with his wife. Really. But it was nice to live in a fantasy world.
But to my utter surprise, while she showed all signs of being scared and nervous, I found myself calm and in control. The initial uncertainty had vanished. She had helped break down the wall, she had made the crucial first move. And now that we knew where we were going, I was confident I could safely guide us through. I was cool as a cucumber in this situation.
"What NEXT??," I repeated her question.
We looked at each other again. I then moved in close to her, and as I reached out to hug her, she brought her hands from behind her and locked me in a tight embrace. That was our first real hug.
She then pulled herself away and looked at me. She held my face in her hands and kissed me. She took my lower lip in her mouth, opened her lips and ran her tongue on my lower lip, moistening it. She then moved to my upper lip and did the same. It was mesmerizing and exhilarating. I could feel her body shiver and tighten with every move she made. Our bodies were rising and falling in sync with each other. I could feel her body heat through her dress. I guess we held our breath initially, so when we pulled apart, we were breathless and gasping.
We came together again. She then opened her mouth wide and covered my mouth as much as she could. And then advanced her tongue into my mouth. I felt her tongue on my teeth, and I opened my mouth. Her tongue immediately darted in and our tongues touched. It was like electricity ran through our bodies. We both stood still for a moment, and then relaxed.
Our tongues entwined once more. It was like they were dancing. I let her tongue go all over mine in my mouth, and when she stopped, I took over. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and wrapped it over hers. I was able to taste her sweetness. I couldn't get enough. I kept licking her tongue. After a while we pulled apart.
In between breaths and gasps, she smiled at me shyly. I guess I smiled at her too.
She put her hands on my chest, and I moved mine over her back, and brought them down over her buttocks and pulled her to me. We giggled softly like 2 teenagers.
I knew she felt my hardness against her. She slapped my waist playfully and pushed me away, and walked to the closet and took out a bathrobe. "Give me a few," she said sweetly, tilting her head and looking at me as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
I unpacked the small travel bag I carried and place the contents on the side table by the bed. She came out of the bathroom wearing the robe and said, "Your turn."
I took a quick shower, soaping myself to make sure I smelled nice. I could feel the excitement rising in me. I felt my cock hardening slowly. When I came back into the room, she was propped on the bed, will pillows against the headboard. She had taken out all the heavy bedcovers and was covered only by the thin white sheet. She had propped up the pillows for me as well, so I lay down beside her. I was hoping my robe covered my rising hard-on.
She was looking at me expectantly. I turned towards her, and kissed her softly on her lips, and slipped a hand under her robe and felt her soft, firm breast.
"Ouch!" she cried out.
I took my hand away instantly. "Sorry, is it cold?" I asked.
"A bit," she said.
I laughed and took my hand away and rubbed my palms together. Then slipped my hand again inside her robe and squeezed her tit. She was looking directly at me as she undid the robe and spread it away from the top of her body. I switched my hand to her other breast, and bent down to suck on the exposed nipple. I felt it hardening.
"Oh! My," she gasped softly and shuddered.
I had raised myself on my elbow and looked down at her. She was looking at me, but I felt she was gazing into the middle distance, her concentration fully on my hand as I slid it down her past her belly and cupped the mound between her thighs. I could feel her furry, wiry curls. She let small gasps out as I massaged her down there with my palms. Then I moved my middle finger up and down her slit. Her outer lips were thick and felt heavy. When I reached her opening, I pressed down with my finger.
She drew in her breath as she got ready for the insertion. She shuddered as my finger penetrated her. I pushed a little harder. She closed her eyes. Then suddenly opened them and looked at me.
"Wait," she said.
She rolled to her side and took something from a packet on the side table. She took out a tube, flipped open the top and said, "Here."
It turned out to be a lube of some sort. I chuckled and put out my palm. She squeezed some oily substance on my fingers, and I put my hand down her mound again. This time I maneuvered the lube onto my middle finger and put as much as possible of the stuff near her hole. I massaged that area with my finger. She was responding to my fingers. The folds of her pussy became increasingly moist and My finger slipped into her opening.
"Oooh," she moaned, as I pushed all the way in. She closed her eyes, and her mouth curled downwards. She reached down and held my hand. She was warm and moist at the same time. The walls of her pussy held on to my finger tightly as I tried to pull it out. She sighed, as her pussy reluctantly let go of my finger.
Then I started pumping my finger in and out of her. "Uh!, Uh!, Uh!...," she gasped softly, in tune with my pumping.
After a minute of this, I took my finger out of her, and she watched me as I removed my robe. My monstrous cock felt like it was a foot long steel pipe and it jerked up as I moved on the bed. She was not shy. She looked directly at my cock, and her eyes widened a bit. As I lay down beside her, she reached out and put her fist around it .
"Oh god. Oh Fuck. It is so thick. It's feels so good!" she moaned, as she pulled at my cock. I looked down at her hand as it went rapidly up and down my shaft. Her movements had pulled the foreskin back from the head and now I could see the glistening purple head peeking out from her fist as she stroked my cock. I felt fantastic!
I put my finger inside her cunt once more and we pumped in rhythm. I could hear the faint squish-squish noise my finger was making as I finger-fucked her increasingly juicy hole. She changed her hold on my cock. She fisted it, and then put her palm under it and pressed it against me, feeling the vein that ran the length of it. Her fingers brushed my balls for a second but she did not go for them. She ran her palm on the sides and top of my cock. And her fingers cupped the soft, warm head and played with it. I could feel a drop of pre-cum ooze out, and she immediately took her hand away and wiped it on the sheet.
"Hang on," I said.
I sat up, and she watched me as I took a condom from the side table. She was staring at me. I looked at her as I bit on the wrapper to open it. Had mentioned she was not shy? Her eyes followed my hands as I rolled the condom on my distended penis, not wanting to miss a moment of anything.
As I went to mount her, she reached out and grabbed my cock, and ran her fingers on the condom.
"Meera, I am going to fuck you now!" I said, looking into her eyes.
"Yes, please. Fuck me. Come on, please fuck me now!" she whispered back, softly.
She put one hand on my neck and the other on my waist. I raised myself on my knees and elbows and then lowered myself on her. She removed her hand from my waist and used it to expertly guide my cock into her. I was looking at her face all the way. As soon as my cock made contact, she closed her eyes. She gasped in anticipation of my penetration.
"Ah!" she cried softly, as I slid into her. She put up her hand on my chest now to slow me down a bit. There was some resistance on my first thrust. I pulled back and pushed in again. I wasn't able to make much headway this time either. I pulled back and repeated the process, and I felt something give.
"Oh my!", she cried out again, as I pushed a little harder, and went further down and into her. The bulging head of my cock made it way past her opening. I could feel it enter completely into her as the walls of her cunt closed down tightly on it. I was still on my elbows, watching her face, wanting to see every emotion and effect on her.
She moaned, "Slow, now."
I did not want to pull out. I slowly increased the pressure. The lube helped a bit. It became easier as I pushed down on her. When I reached the limit of my penetration, I stopped. The walls of her pussy wrapped tightly around the entire length of my distended cock inside here. At that moment, she opened her eyes, and smiled shyly at me once more.
"What?" she whispered. "What are you looking at?"
"You," I said, and smiled. I started pumping into her slowly.
It was exquisite. I wanted to fuck this woman and pleasure her every which way she wanted. I wished I could pump into her forever and see and hear her as I did it.
My initial thrusts were slow and long, tender and almost loving. I wanted to see her reaction to me and my body. And once we were comfortable I increased my pace. Her juices started flowing slowly. My thrusts were becoming easier and smoother.
"Mmm," she grunted, as I pulled in and out of her. I knew she could also feel comfortable now as the friction reduced and the movement of my cock in and out of her became smoother. Her body relaxed and she kind of fell back and arranged herself to accept my thrusts.
"Oh. Oh. Oh God! It's so fucking good. It's been so long. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, Vikas."
I wanted this to last forever. My cock was responding as well. It felt longer and thicker than it had in a long, long time. It seemed I could keep this going for hours.
After a little while I stopped, and fell on her. She gasped as she supported my weight. She ran her hands up and down my forearms, following my muscles. Then she placed her hands on the back of my neck and squeezed. She ran her hands on my back, feeling my body and enjoying it. Her hands then slid to my butt. I pushed myself a little up her body so her hands could reach and cover my ass more comfortably. Her fingers dug into my ass cheeks. She released them, and dug in once again. Then she cupped my ass.
"Oh, fuck!", she said, as she implored me to start pumping. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and dug my face in her sweet, sandal scented hair. I gasped and grunted into her ears and started pumping again.
She resumed her moans, "Uh, Uh, Uh...," as I thrust harder and harder into her. She wrapped her arms around me and held my waist tightly with her thighs.
We started, and stopped often. I lost count of the times we went to the edge and came back. She understood what I was doing. She pulled my head up and placed her palms on my cheeks. Our eyes locked as I thrust into her again and again. She was willing me to keep going, and smiled at me encouragingly.
"Yes. Yes. Yes," she kept repeating in pace with my thrusts, looking at me all the way.
After a few minutes, sweat was pouring down from my body and face on to her. She was drenched with sweat as well. Our bodies made soft squelching sounds as we slammed into each other repeatedly.
During breaks, I lay back down on her, trying not to put my whole weight on her. We were always breathless and panting. I could feel her heart beating against my body, and she could feel mine against hers. Once or twice she placed her hand on my heart and looked at me and smiled.
But at the end of a particularly long session of slow, long, mesmerizing thrusts, I could not control myself and went over the line, and realized I was about to come.
"Oh! Fuck! Meera, I am going to finish," I gasped between my thrusts. I could hold it no longer. As I neared my climax, I raised myself and plowed into her with increased force.
"OK?", I asked her, panting, knowing fully well I couldn't stop even if she wanted me to. I surprised myself. I had turned from a caring and compassionate lover to a ferocious animal, gripped by some primal force as I slapped my body savagely, viciously and fiercely against hers.
I knew I was being harsh and heartless but I couldn't restrain myself in these my final thrusts. Her body shook violently with each of my unforgiving stabs as I raised and fell on her with increasing power and vigor. She held onto my arms tightly and her thighs were raised and wrapped around my waist. I couldn't believe she was letting me do this to her, allowing me to treat her like this to selfishly satisfy my carnal desires as I plowed into her relentlessly. Our eyes were still locked on each others. But she accepted my merciless ramming without complaints.
"OK, Yes, O...K, .O...K , OOOO KKKK, Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! Vikas, Vikaaaas!" she grunted, as she matched my thrusts.
She seemed to be goading me on. With one, two, three thrusts I came. It was painfully delirious! In the throes of my ejaculation, my cock pulsed against the walls of her vagina, and she involuntarily tightened down there and her cunt in turn gripped and released my cock as it spewed my cum. I raised myself slightly and dropped on her softly with each of my cum spurts. And after my final spurt, I flopped down heavily on her.
She sighed, and let out a deep breath, "Oh god. Oh my god. Fucking hell. Fuck!"
I managed to look at the clock and realized that the whole thing lasted only about six minutes. We were both breathless and gasping. She still held me in her arms tightly. And when our panting subsided, she finally let go of me.
Still on top of her, I said, "Sorry. I should have stayed longer. I couldn't stop..sorry."
"No!" she cried out. "Don't be sorry." She moved and turned my head towards her with her palm on my cheek.
"Don't be sorry, please!" she repeated. "It was beautiful. You were beautiful, fucking amazing! It has been so, so long. Thank you. Thank you, so much."
She then started sobbing as she finished talking. She had been looking into my eyes, but then turned away teary eyed, "Thank you, thank you!" she repeated.
"No, Meera. Thank YOU," I said. "This was fantastic. I am so fucking happy." I did not know what else to say.
I slowly pulled out of her. Her pussy seemed to let go of my cock very reluctantly. The last part where I pulled out my swollen head caused her to gasp one more time.
"God," she said and let out a sharp breath. She looked down at my flaccid condom covered cock that was now covered with her thick whitish juices as it came out of her.
She kept her eyes on me as I walked to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back into the room she had her robe on and was propped on the bed. I lay down beside her. She chuckled and put her head on my chest.
"So, we did it," she said.
"Yes, we did," I replied.
"You think we committed a crime?" she asked.
"No!" I laughed, "No way. Thousands of people do have sex outside of marriage. So no. But,' I paused for effect, "If my wife finds out, she'll kill me. THAT would be a crime."
She slapped my chest, "Shhh. Let's not talk about that."
Then after some thinking, she said, "Rule #1. We will not talk about our spouses."
"We are making rules now?" I asked.
"We'll make them up as we go along," she said. "I just thought of one more. Rule #2, no exchanging gifts, OK? This is gift enough."
We were silent for a long time. And then she called out, "Vikas? You know how you told me before all this that you had no problem when you were alone? When you were ..er ..er doing it to yourself?"
"What? Jerking-off? Spanking the monkey? Whacking off"
"Uff! Yes. Did you think about me while doing it?"
"You mean, did I fantasize about you?" I asked. "NO. Never. You were my Dr. remember? Some women are out-of-bounds. Besides, when my kids used to talk about you, you were Dr. Mishra AUNTY. So no, not then."
"Uh, Uh? Who then?"
"You know what Hannibal Lecter said in 'Silence of the Lambs? People covet what they see. I don't think I saw you that much to 'covet' you," I explained.
"Who then?" she didn't give up.
"What are we doing now?" I asked. "Is this our post coital talk?"
She slapped me again. "Who...were... you ... thinking ... about?"
"Oh lots of women, girls. God knows how, who gets in there to make you wank, or even during. Well, there is this woman, not sure what her name is, her son is in the soccer team that I coach. Jayant, his name is. Mediocre player, terrific mom, though!" I laughed. "Then another lady when I used to take my son swimming at the Y. The barista lady at Starbucks. You know, someone like that."
She thought for a moment. "So, all older women?"
"No...there were a few girls in there as well. Who knows."
"YOU know," she snapped. "You sure I wasn't there? I have seen you checking me out at the gym."
"Well, I checked a lot of girls out at the gym."
"I am sure that brunette, Kim, was in there somewhere."
I chuckled, "Maybe, not sure. But enough about me, what about you? Who do you think about?"
"I don't .. indulge," she chuckled, "In self abuse."
"Of course, you do. All do. Come on! Don't tell me you haven't. Self-Abuse. Really? That's what you want to call it when there are other names, you know? Finger painting. Doing he Meg Ryan. Low Fiving"
"Shut up, now! Well, OK. Sometimes, yes. Not regularly like guys. And you are correct, not sure how people get in there, really. I have had some real strange ones working for me. Don't ask."
"Not Me? Ever?" I asked.
"No," she replied quickly. "Well, not until... we .. we decided to, you know?"
I understood. Maybe I should confess too. "OK, I confess. I too did it a couple of times, thought about you in that way, after we decided to get on."
"Only a couple of times? You sure?"
"OK, maybe more than a couple. You know, But...I definitely remember doing it the first day/night I came back from your office after you shocked me. After we had our first talk."
"Really!", she shot up. "That night?"
"Yeah. Sanjana was not back yet. I was excited about what you said. I was, you know, horny. I masturbated thinking about you."
She had a sly smile on her face. Suddenly it dawned on me. And she realized she was found out, and she laughed softly and shyly.
I said, incredulously, "What? You too? That same day? Bloody hell! We could have done it then and there in your office. Together. Wow! Fuck!"
She continued to laugh. "Stop It. Stop it!" And she lay back on my chest.
"How do you do it?", I asked, pushing the envelope.
"SHUT UP!", she said, feigning anger.
"You know what, Meera? Do you know how long we took?" I asked her.
She looked at the clock, "What, like twenty minutes?" she replied.
"No, actually it was only about seven. From start to finish," I said.
"Depends on what you call 'start'," she giggled.
"You are the doctor. Let me ask you this. Sometimes when I do it, you know, jerk-off, masturbate, spank the monkey, whatever you want to call it, or sometimes for sex with Sanjana, I use a lotion called 'Mandelay'. Have you heard about it?"
"No. What does it do?" she asked, raising herself and looking at me.
"Well, it's called man-delay. So it delays a man. You know, delays the final cum, I mean, ejaculation. It makes a man last longer. I worked for me."
"So, did you use it today? I didn't see it."
"No, I didn't. But I mean to when we, you know, whenever we meet the next time."
She slapped my chest, playfully. "Whatever you want to do," she said and lay back down.
She thought of something and asked, "What's the ingredient? I mean, what's in the lotion?"
I said, "Damned if I know. It numbs my cock a bit..."
She slapped my chest again, this time a bit hard.
"Ouch! That hurt," I said. "Like I said, you are the doctor. You should know stuff like that."
"Well. If it is what you want, you know, if you want to numb your cock," she emphasized the words 'numb' and 'cock'. "I may have something that does that. But I will check out that stuff you said. We can try it out next time if you want," she chuckled. "Happy?"
I also responded by laughing softy, "Happy. OK, next time. Don't forget."
Then she said, changing the topic, "You need to help me. You are computer savvy, right? I need my computer cleaned up. I have a Mac. Neeraj hates Macs, so he doesn't come near it. But I am afraid he might and find out what I am up to. I need you to tell me what to do."
"What? To help clear your tracks? Your porn viewing history? What you do when you 'indulge'? Sexting with minors? You are dirty, Dr. Mishra!"
"Shut up!"
"Well, at least I will know what turns you on."
"You have no idea," she chuckled.
I was feeling sleepy, and I knew she was too. But she kept on talking and I quickly dozed off.
I woke with start when Meera jerked herself off of my chest. "Oh god! We napped! It's 6 O'clock."
"Man! I don't remember the last time I napped in the afternoon. It felt so good. Oh, Sanjana will be back by 7. I need to get going."
"Let me go first, then you can leave a little later," she said, and grabbed her clothes and made to go to the bathroom.
"Change here," I said.
"What?" she asked surprised.
"I want to see you change. Do it here."
"Here?" she asked again.
I nodded. She dumped her clothes on the bed. Then tilted her head and looked at me and smiled, obviously slightly unnerved. she placed her hands on her hips and asked, "Really? You want to watch me dress?"
"And undress. I missed that part today. Yes, just do it. We will make this rule number 3."
She laughed. Then she became serious. Her eyes met mine and she let the robe slip off from her body. She stood completely naked in front of me. I could feel her eyes on me as I drew my eyes down her body. Beautiful, circular breasts, dark nipples, deep, dark belly button, a slight bulge at her tummy, some wrinkles on her belly, her hairy mound, fine thighs, rounded knees and well defined calves. I brought my eyes back up and stopped at her mound. Her thick outer labia down there that made a very dark, straight line between her hairy growth. Then I looked up at her. Her eyes had never left mine. She smiled to hide her embarrassment.
"You are so fucking beautiful," I whispered.
"Stop. You are making me blush!" and then she did.
She blushed like a teenager, and grabbed her panties. I watched her every move. She pulled her panty up, snapping the waistline, running her fingers around her waist. and then down the sides to her place between her thighs. She then put on her bra. First hooking it in front and then pushing the strap around her body to her back, and putting her arms through the hoops. She leaned forward, cupped and adjusted her breasts. She looked at me and smiled again.
She put on her brilliant white shirt, then her skirt and tucked her shirt in. She looked for her jacket and put it on, leaving it unbuttoned. She shook her head, and instantly every hair fell back in place. She was one of the women who needed no brushing or combing to set her hair. She was just perfect.
"Vikas, it's bye for now, then?" she said, and reached up and placed her palm on my cheek and kissed me softly.
I grabbed her hard by her ass, and kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She responded instantly, opening her mouth and allowing my tongue to play with hers.
She kissed me softly again. Then she stepped back, turned, opened the door and was gone. I showered quickly, dressed and left.
++++++++ ONE YEAR LATER +++++++
It has been a little over a year and Meera and I are still together. We have decided to take it slow. Our encounters are about once in a couple of weeks, sometimes three but never more than a month in between.
We have stuck to the rules. But family and spouses have crept into our conversations once in a while. Like the time I told her I'd taken my wife to Lake Tahoe and Las Vegas on her 50th. How her husband had surprised her with a trip to eastern Europe on her 50th. (Stinking rich son-of-a-bitch,).
She did drop a few disturbing hints during our last session. She said she wanted to close her practice and take up teaching Yoga! Also, that her husband was tired of the rat race here. Having made a boatload of money he had a good mind to go back to India and start a Private Equity firm. She said he wanted to earn '30%' or something to that effect. I had an uneasy feeling that she was serious about these things.
I still don't know why she chose me. She never said anything about it, and I never asked. I was so fortunate to have her initiate the relationship because I would never have taken the first step, with her or any other woman.
I have been true to her, and no doubt, she has been true to me all along. We still run into each other at the gym and other social occasions, and we have maintained our distances there. Its is exhilarating to be this way, to hide our secrets from others like some star-crossed teenage lovers. It is a beautiful time to be alive.
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